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Hi hello I am feeling soooooo normal about Fenn rn........ Fjdbsksh I can't WAIT to kiss him omg. I mean. Look at him.
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Daddyâs babies
pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x shy!mom!reader
summary: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)
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âP-please daddy, we want to g-go, donât we lovebugs?â Y/n cooed sitting on the floor of their living, her baby girl Iris nursing soundly on her breast, the soft suckling sounds and baby gurgles filling the room. Henry sitting behind her, his fingers playing with the loose straps of her vest, peeking over at the sight of his baby princess so close to her momma, his baby boy Beau sat on his boppy across from them; clearly milk drunk from his feeding.
Y/n had spent the past few days begging and begging her husband for a trip to Disneyworld, wanting nothing more than to take hundreds of pictures of her tiny tots in their costumes, buying them all sorts of souvenirs and of course the family costumes. Henry would be lying if he said his attention was fully on her words right now, all he could think of was how huge her breasts had grown these past few months from breastfeeding. God almighty it took him an arm and a leg to keep from squeezing them like a stress ball, even being caught by Y/n herself.
âSugar butt, they wonât even remember goinâ there, Beau over there doesnât even remember who I am half the timeâ Henry chuckled looking to meet his wifeâs eyes as she huffed and scooted out of his hold, shuffling over to her baby boy who was near enough asleep after being burped. âF-fine then, you donât care about usâ She whimpered giving him those big doe eyes of hers, even turning around her baby Iris, who she had now given a pacifier to. Her cute little mouth bopping up and down as she suckled on the Disney themed dummy, her big eyes she got from her momma staring right at her daddy. Henry swore his heart clenched right when he saw his baby princess looking at him.
âYâall nâ your damn eyes, fineâ
âH-hen look at the baby c-cots theyâre old west themed!â Y/n giggled holding baby Iris to her hip whilst Henry carried Beau on his, sliding in the suitcases with his free arm. âIs it everythinâ ya wanted sugar cube?â He hummed finally locking the hotel room, his arm coming around her waist to bring his daughter and wife closer to his warm broad chest.
âW-we love it, itâs so cute and reminds me of our houseâ Y/n smiled tilting her head up to press a small wet kiss onto her manâs lips, both babies also reaching for each other cutely, they were absolutely inseparable so thankfully the cots were right by each other. Seeing both of their eyes start to lid, their small voices cooing tiredly, it only seemed right that they put their tots down for the night after a long day of driving and gas stops.
âCâmon over âere momma, ya need your sleep nâ so does daddyâ Henry whispered tugging on his wifeâs belt loop, pulling her against his chest as they looked over their beautiful miracle gems. âMissed you today ya knowâ Inhaling her soft fresh scent deeply, he slowly waddled them both towards their huge king size saloon themed bed. âY-you were with me the w-whole day thoughâ Y/n laughed as Henry softly set her on the sheets, already tugging off her denim flares and black polo crop top. His smile widening as he saw all the new stretch marks she had gained, evidence she had carried their family, their baby gems; a proof of their love.
âDoesnât fuckinâ matter, didnât have your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock or anythinâ
âA-and you still canât, t-this is a family friendly zoneâ Y/n scolded shimmying herself up the bed only for her to be dragged down by Henryâs hand on her ankles, her puffy pussy coincidentally coming face to face with his eager lips. âWe can worry about the family friendliness tomorrow, right now itâs me nâ my gorgeous wife. Think she misses my kissies no? As long as youâre quite nâ donât wake up the monsters then itâs okay bunâ
Slowly peppering small onto her second set of lips, his tongue coaxed through her folds to taste her sweet self; baby bunâs little gasps and stifled moans reverberating through their bodies. âMâalready close H-hen, kissy t-too goodâ Y/n whined knowing how sensitive she was, both emotionally and physically after the journey of a pregnancy she had. âI know you are sweet pea, go on, give your man his treasureâ
Within seconds her body was writhing in his hold, her hand over her mouth to make sure she wasnât being too loud, Henryâs hands clamped around her waist as he slurped up all of her juices. âY-your turn?â She breathed out sitting up on her elbows, âNo baby bun, we can do that another time, time for you to get some sleepâ He smiled crawling up on her to kiss her lips softly, with a twinge of tongue just to hear her hum in pleasure.
âYou sure?â
âHundred, now turn over nâ let me spoon my sugar cubeâ
Both of them now nude under the covers, Henryâs hands skimmed up over her sides and curves, moving up to cup her breasts strongly; hoping to teasingly coax some of her milk out but he knew sheâd have been emptied out just from the twins on the road trip. âYou did so good today momma, took care of our gems so well you know that? My precious baby bun such a good woman, my womanâ
âI L-love you so much H-henry, youâre such a good daddy to t-the babiesâ
âI love you too Y/n, swear my life on itâ
Throughout the night Henry slowly and gently humped his hardened cock against his sleepy wife, hearing her whine and groan until he finally released all over her bare ass, letting her shift back against him before finally drifting off for the rest of the night.
âa-arenât you two just f-freaking adorable, m-my little chip a-and lumiereâ With the two tots propped up on some pillows, in their chip and lumiere costumes from beauty and the beast, Y/n in her pretty yellow dress as Belle and Henry in a blue suit as the beast. The perfect fairytale family in Henryâs words.
âH-Henry get in beside them, now pleaseâ Picking up each 8 month old onto each knee, Henry smiled with his canine smile into the phone, both babies showing their gummy smiles in their tiny costumes like the absolute cuties they were. The perfect mix of Henry and his Y/n. âOk now go put it on a timer nâ get in here sugar buttâ
âmhm cominââ Setting up her phone against the table she ran over and perched herself behind Henry, her arms coming around his neck from behind, her red painted lips planted onto his cheek. âShould we get âem into the pram and get goin to fantasyland? Get you your well needed pictures nâ souvenirsâ Nodding excitedly they strapped both twins into the two seater pram, their costumes thankfully suited to the hot summer weather, with Henry pushing the pram protectively as Y/n linked her arms with his.
âI-isnât it just magical? Oh wait! We need to g-get them pictures w-with Mickey Henâ Redirecting the stroller to the queue for Mickey, the couple stood in line in each otherâs arms, âyou alright ma? You look absolutely gorgeousâ Swaying their bodies side to side, Henry felt her giggle and laugh against him, twisting her head to the side to press a sweet kiss to his neck. âY-youâre only sayinâ that cause i-im dressed like Belleâ
âNah no way, I prefer you naked than in a dress and ya know that baby bunâ Chuckling they finally moved to the picture spot, with Iris in Y/nâs arms and Beau in Henryâs, each twin cooing happily with their sun hats on with the white sunscreen making their face look painted.
âBaby bun, I- I have a proposition, you can say no if you want butâ
âb-but what?â Y/n asked tilting her bead to the side like a happy little puppy, taking off her costume after the long day, Iris and Beau already tucked into their sleep snuggies and in their respective wooden bassinets.
âThis is out of the blue, but my uh my motherâs here, sheâs seen somethinâ about us beinâ here and she wants to meet Iris and Beau. Well- actually take them off our hands for a few hours to give us some timeâ
âW-what like now? I-iâve only met her a few times a-and that was before I was pregnantâ
âI know thatâs why I wanted to ask you first, weâre a team baby bun, you say no then thats fine, you tell me what you want sugarâ Nuzzling his head against hers he felt her exhale before raising her head, that same soft kind look in her eyes.
âI grew up a-always loving my grandparents, I-iâd hate to rob I-Iris and Beau of that. Your m-motherâs lovely, I-I just wish we saw her more often so she k-knew them moreâ Y/n explained nodding her head with each word, showing that she completely trusted Henryâs mother, she knew how attentive she was with her other grandchildren and she didnât doubt her for a second with Iris and Beau. Although this would also mean this would be the first time she would be away from her babies for more than an hour, already feeling the dreaded motherâs guilt.
With it already being 5PM and time for dinner a rhythmic knock sounded throughout the room, the newly awoken babiesâ eyes curiously looking around the room, their hands wandering in the air frantically. âItâs her sugar, you ready for me to open the door?â Nodding Y/n stood up, wiping her sweaty palms onto her skirt, watching on as Henryâs mother gleefully walked into the room. A pair of purple mickey ears on her head as she instantly reached for Y/n, bringing her in for a hug and an affectionate kiss to the cheek.
âMy beautiful daughter in law, youâve only gotten more beautiful, how I wonder how my son met got youâ Henry scoffed muttering a âthanks momâ watching his mother then turn her attention to the two cuties surrounded by pillows on the bed, the both of them looking at her happily almost as if they could feel the love radiating off their grandmother.
âOh my word, is this my little ittle Iris and Beau, my two precious grandbabies, they are the carbon copy of you Y/n, thank God nothin' like Henry. With that scowl always on his face" Marianne whispered tickling their little stomachs, quickly taking out the mini mickey ears she had gotten just for them, a pink and blue sequinned set.
âAww t-thank you, t-though Iâm thankful they g-got the cleft chin from H-henryâ Y/n laughed seeing Henry pick up Beau and Iris, letting her have her fair share of snuggles of each baby Cavill, the newest additions so far to the family. âMa are ya sure youâre able to handle these two little monsters, they can be quite a handful but weâve already packed everythinâ ya need in this baby bagâ Buckling them into their stroller, Henry tucked the baby bag into the underneath of the stroller, his mother excitedly clapping and exclaiming how excited she was to spend the next few dinner hours with her grandchildren.
âHenry boy, avâ raised 5 boys I think I can handle two more angels, especially if theyâre like Y/nâ
âWell most of the time they are, curious little things really, but deprive âem of the booby milk and it gets scaryâ Henry laughed as Y/n scolded him, hugging his mother one last time as she brought the babies to her hotel room, deciding the easiest option was to order in room service since all they had was simple baby foods and milk.
Meanwhile Y/n had a new feeling in her stomach, a feeling of guilt for simply letting her ânewbornâ babies go despite them edging the ninth month. Her goosebumps wouldnât let down, her legs shaking as Henry shuffled around the room to prepare a hot warm bath for them both, a well deserved one at that. âBaby bun ya ready to come in nâ join me?â Henry called in from the tall ceiling bathroom, waiting eagerly to watch his nude wife in all her glory.
âa-am coming nowâ She called seeing her husband engulfed in a multitude of purple and pink bath bubbled, his hand outstretched to help her into the tub. His hand tightly wrapped around her wrist as she sat between his legs, the water sloshing once she sat back against his snug wide chest. âWhatâs goin up in that pretty mind oâ yours beautiful, you look busiedâ
âD-Do you think i-itâs bad that I let t-the babies go w-with your mom so easily? I f-feel guilty for being away from them for so l-longâ
âwhat? Is that what youâve been tinkerinâ about? Youâre the best wife nâ mother on the goddamn planet, the way you pour your love and affection into everythinâ you do, no one could ask anything more from you. Youâre absolutely perfect baby bun, my little sugar cube is the bestâ Henry whispered against her ear, his voice growling towards the end as his lips attached to her neck and shoulders, kissing it passionately while her head rolled back onto his shoulder. His strong burly arms wrapped around her midsection, one of his hands sneaking up to circle her nipples with his finger, eyes staring as he watched them harden.
âY-you really think so?â Bun replied looking up at him, her doubting thoughts quickly dissolving once he pecked her nose adorably, each of her breasts in one of his hands. âI know so, now sit your pretty little self back nâ let daddy take care of everythinâ alright momma?â
Settling herself back comfortably basking in his radiating body heat, his hands reaching under the water to touch her sensitive clit, his soft hoarse voice hushing her anytime she let out anything louder than a squeal.
âThis ok baby?â
âmhm f-feels so freakinâ goodâ Henryâs lips stayed pressed to her temple as his palm rubbed on her clit, his ring and middle finger already teasing her hole with soft pillowy thrusts, just enough for her hips to thrust themselves upwards clearly wanting more. âI can feel you gettinâ close bunbun, ya wanna finish here or in the bedroom, or both?â
âB-both?â
That was all the confirmation Henry needed for his fingers to thrust his fingers in frantically, her sensitive nub consistently making contact with his palm to bring her to finish, his other free hand that was holding her up was now holding her jaw to turn her head towards him. His lips pursing onto hers, to suck her tongue into his mouth, tasting her cherry lipstick. âGod I love kissin these lips of yours, so beautiful nâ sexyâ
Not even letting her reply as her orgasm washed over her, his finger repeatedly fucking her entrance while his other hand now reached down to rub her clit like a feral beast, her body shaking crazily as she rode out her high. âAww my pretty sugar butt, you always get me so fuckinâ hard whenever you look at me like thatâ
His thumb brushed under her lips, her eyes looking dazed and happy as she happily nuzzled back up straight to sit closer to him.
âThis okay? Or do you want it tied up as well?â Turning off the hairdryer, Henry continued to softly brush through bunâs hair as best as possible, trying to alleviate her head of worries about their babies (even though his mother just sent them a picture of them suckling on their pre-made bottles)
âI-I want it in-in a braidâ Nodding Henry got the strands of hair ready, looking at her lovingly through the mirror, her eyes closed peacefully with her wearing nothing but one of his white vests. Taking his time to get the braid perfect he tied it off with a little tie and carried her up to the top of the bed, pulling back the covers to help her get settled in before he slid in beside her.
This would be their first night without the babiesâ interruption.
âYou wanna jusâ go to bed sugar? or-â
âNo. I-I want thisâ Confidently she reached down and started stroking his hardened cock which was already laying against her thighs, biting her lip she shuffled forward to hook one arm around his neck as he took some of his precum and used it to lube up her pussy, small gasps leaving her at the erotic act. None of them speaking any words but the amount of love and passion in their eyes was obvious, her tits popping out from the sides of his vest as it was clearly ten sizes too big.
âJust gonna take it slow with you sweetpea, make love with ya until my pretty sugar falls asleepâ
With her arms now wrapped around his torso, her head directly above his heart, Henry slipped in his cock into her warm wet pussy, both of them gasping out at the amazing sensation. âSo soft nâ warmâ He whispered kissing her pouty lips passionately, their tongues meeting in a wet kiss as both their hips rolled against each other. Henryâs hand lifted up her thigh to place it over his waist, his fingers tracing over the stretch marks now littering her thighs and lower stomach, even her breasts. Henry couldnât even put into words just how much it made her look like an absolute Goddess that gave him his two precious miracles.
âD-donât touch âemâ
âWhy not bun? Theyâre proof of the amazing journey you took for our family, and they look so fuckinâ sexyâ Henry rebutted shutting her up with a sharp thrust which sent her mewling back into his chest, her palms flat on his back as his slow rhythmic thrusts helped her reach her orgasm quicker, each throw of his hips hitting another angle of her G-spot.
âS-sleepy Henryâ
âYou take all the rest you need baby, take what you need my pretty girlâ He whispered pecking her lips thrice more, his hips still softly rolling against hers even after they had finished, the wet sloshy sounds of their juices filling the room as Y/n found herself falling asleep with her husbandâs cock inside of her.
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PSA: Lumberjack!Henry is back!! Meet his lovely momma who raised this beast, although he definitely got his possessive attitude from his dad who we are yet to meet, and his brothers. Hope you guys enjoy this Disneyland snippet đ«¶
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This was an ask but I lost it - it was a prompt for the tropes to get a text about a guy hitting on them in a grocery store
Okay but work with me here
There is actually a guy hitting on them.
Have a Good Friday bubbies đ
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With three growing boys came a lot of groceries, on top of Harry who was a garbage disposal himself and ate like crazy - came the need for two groceries carts.
Harry had wandered off to pick up a forgotten item with Ezra in the little seat, Easton and Cash in the cart among the food item.
It was just YN waiting in a ridiculously long line to check out when a cart pulls behind her, and she hears someone cough to get her attention.
She turns to look and itâs a younger man with a white smile and a raised brow, âI just wanted to let you know youâre very beautiful.â
YN has to stop from making a face, instead pulls up her phone and sends out a quick text before sliding it back in her purse.
yn: better hurry up, some guy is hitting on me
She would normally ignore the comment but sheâs just waiting for her husband to come and have a fit so she entertains the conversation.
âThanks, thatâs very sweet of you,â YN gives him a small smile and his eyes dart to her chest before reading it - it was a pretty plain tee with a Yankees logo on it.
âFan of the Yankees? Youâre too pretty to like baseball too,â The man laughs like the joke he said was just comical.
âWhoâs youâre favorite player?â YN asks with a curious grin.
âOh, Styles for sure. Have you heard of him, honey?â The man asks patronizingly like sheâs a dumb, band-wagon fan.
âUh, Styles?â She replies dumbly with wide eyes, âIs he the catcher?â
âCan I help yâmate?â Harry interrupts rudely, maneuvering his cart full of children in front of the man talking to his wife.
The guy legitimately gasps, âY-you-youâre Har-Harry Styles.â
âOh my god, that is Harry Styles!â YN remarks with faux surprise to irk her husband but it gets ruined when Ezra screeches, âMama!â
Harry rolls her eyes at her but she doesnât miss the little curve to his lip.
âI am. What can I help you with?â He asks gruffly, his hand going to cup the back of his wifeâs neck protectively.
âI was ju-uh? I was talking er to this girl because of her s-shirt,â He rambles, the manâs hands were shaking with excitement and nerves.
âThis girl is mâwife and Iâd appreciate if you left her alone now,â Harry glares, âI think sheâs off the market based on the fact that she gave me these three babies in thaâ cart.â
YN giggles when Harry gives her skin a slight squeeze, he was so hot when he was protective of her and their babies.
âCa-can I have a signature?â
Easton furrows his brow, tossing the box of cereal to the side in the cart, and huffs out, âLeave us alone!â
Harry laughs, moving to shush him and shrug, âYâheard him, leave us alone.â
And if that man goes around telling everyone Harry Styles is an asshole after thatâŠwell Harry couldnât give a flying fuck.
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YN didnât need Harry to tell a man to fuck off, obviously not, but it doesnât mean that it wasnât an opportunity to rile him up.
Itâs in the pasta aisle, Harry had went to find the Cheerios that Beau had suddenly demanded with puppy dog eyes.
As she reaches for a box on the top shelf, someone steps behind her and grabs it for her - encroaching on her personal space.
âHere you go, doll,â A clean-shaven, business-looking man smiles as he hands her the box and steps back from her.
Beau and Olive were sitting in the cart, playing with the few toys YN had brought along to keep them entertained.
âThanks,â YN scoffs but then realizes this is a perfect opportunity to fuck with her husband so she sweetens her tone and smiles, âYouâre so tall.â
As he begins rambling, YN pulls out her cell phone and sends a quick text to her husbands.
yn: some guys in aisle six is trying to make me his house wife
She sees the message is read but he doesnât reply.
Itâs less than a minute before heâs striding back down the aisle - looking hotter than fucking ever if you asked his wife.
He was in his normal black skinny jeans and plain black tee, his curls pulled into a bun, black leather boots, and his body covered completely with tattoos.
âCan I fuckinâ help you?â Harry barks, right off the bat, lightly pushing his wife behind him in his normal protector mode.
âI was just offer some help to this beautiful lady,â The man smiles obnoxiously, puffing out his chest to appear bigger.
âMy wife doesnât need yâhelp,â He replies with a scoff, he was taller than the men and much more muscular - there was no chance.
The man falters for a moment before shrugging, âI just wouldnât expect such an stunning girl to be with fuckinâ tattooed up scum like you. Sheâll leave you.â
Harry has to use all of his self-control to not knock this man out, âLook at those fuckinâ babies, look exactly like me, donât they? Because I put them in her. Pretty sure she isnât gonna leave me.â
âLow life,â The man scoffs.
But then, Harry is narrowing his eyes, âWait a minute, I know you. Youâre Henry Clark.â
Itâs obvious Henry is confused to how this man knows his name by his raised eyebrows.
âHow do you know me?â He challenges.
âBecause you owe me money,â Harry replies with a crooked grin.
âI donât even know you!â Henry laughs with a honking, annoying sound.
âOh, yâknow me,â Harry is still smiling, he pulls up his tee slightly where he has a tattoo on his abdomen that matches the slogan on his gun.
Smile! Youâve met the devil!
Henryâs wide grin falls and his face pales without a seconds notice.
âDaddy, please!â Olive whines angrily after Beau smacks a box of crackers out of her hand with a baby giggle at his sisterâs irritation.
âExcuse me a minute, donât move,â Harry replies with a shit-eating smile, he lifts his shirt a bit more to flash his gun before turning to his kids.
YN had been distracted at looking over their grocery list, unconcerned about what was going on.
âWhassit, button?â Harry murmurs, thumbing away the tears on her ruddy cheeks.
âSâbeing mean,â Olive squeaks with sad, puppy eyes and a poured bottom lip - making grabby hands for her father, âPick mâup, daddy.â
âSâkay, Beau - yâneed to be nice tâyour sister,â He tells his son seriously before turning back to the quivering man, âThere better be ÂŁ50,000 at the Third Street Shipping Ware house by midnight or Iâm coming to find you.â
âStop talkinâ daddy,â Olive complains, wanting his attention on her and not this random man. Her small hand comes to pat at his cheek, finger curiously touching the tattoo there.
âF-fine,â Henry agrees with a stutter, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow.
Harry snags a bag of cookies of the shelf to distract his daughter as he finishes their conversation, âIf yânot there, Iâll gladly painted mâwalls with yâblood.â
âI-I wi-will,â The man agrees, wiping his brow.
âAlso, if yâtell anyone about mâbabies - Iâll not only kill you but every single person youâve ever loved if you even think about mentioning mâchildren,â Harry touches his gun with his free hand, âI have bullets wâyour name on it.â
âDaddy, no more. Cuddle now?â Olive interrupts, unbothered or concerned by her fatherâs tight jaw and dangerous eyes.
âGet lost,â He demands before turning away from the man and kissing his daughterâs temple, âYâwant a cuddle, hm?â
âPlease,â She whimpers, giggling when she feels her fatherâs slight scratchy stubble on her cheek before heâs hugging her close to his chest - protective and safe.
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Cherry Cola
Just a little snippet of something fluffy because Iâm having a rough day and needed something sweet to brighten it up. Harringrove obvs.
Inspired by The Eagles of Death Metal song Cherry Cola. Â
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Steve knows all about Billyâs incredibly detailed and fastidious pre-date Routine. He knows about the Aquanet and the two beautiful ringlets that need to hang just so over the blondeâs right eye. He knows what Billyâs favorite brand of cologne is, how much to apply, and where best to apply it (inside both wrists and the left hip). He knows that Billy has to tuck is shirt in, adjust his jeans, and then unbutton the damn thing all the way to his fucking navel.
But what keeps Steve from going truly crazy whenever he watches his unrequited crush get all dressed up for another first date with a faceless, giggling girl is the shake.Â
When Billy is finished getting dressed and picking out the right earring for his outfit, when heâs happy with his hair and his teeth and his look, he turns sideways in the mirror and shakes his ass once or twice. Thatâs the only reason the brunette keeps torturing himself by hanging out with Maxâs older brother on Friday afternoons.Â
Well, that and the fact heâs head over heels in love with the stupidly hot lifeguard - but thereâs no way in hell Billy Hargrove would ever be into guys. Much less âprettyâ boys like Steve who have too much money and not enough common sense.Â
âWhatâs got your panties in a twist, Harrington? I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears,â Billy teases, fingers flicking over the top of his jewelry box as he peruses his earrings.Â
âItâs nothing. Just stupid relationship shit.â
âYou and Buckley having trouble in paradise?â
Steve nearly chokes on his gum, stolen from a pack in Billyâs porn-heavy bedside drawer. âWh-What!? Me and Robin? Nooo-ho-ho, no way dude. There is nothing going on there. Strictly play-dough-nick.â
âItâs platonic, my man. And sure, okay. I believe that or whatever.â
âRobin has much better taste, I promise. I am truly and honestly sad and single.â
Billy makes a face at Steve through the mirror, but Steve ignores it in favor of flipping through a Playboy with mild disinterest. The blonde finishes primping and twists his hips away from Steve; the older boyâs eyes are instantly glued to Billyâs ass. Â
âI could always cancel on Katie,â he says.
âHuh?â Steveâs gaze whips back up to Billyâs face. He flushes red with shame when he realizes that heâs been caught and scrambles down from his perch on the windowsill. âI- I can just- Iâm sorry, Billy, I-â
âCalm down, Harrington, damn. Youâre gonna swallow your fuckinâ tongue or something if you keep talking that fast, pretty boy.â
Pretty boy is more of a purr than anything else, and Steveâs heart stutters in his chest. His knees lock, preventing him from making a proper escape, even as Billy crosses the room like a big cat on the prowl. Steveâs bottom lip gets trapped between his teeth.Â
âWh-What are you doing?â Steve squeaks, watching Billy push into his personal space. The blonde gets up in Steveâs face, smirking like heâs about to tug the brunette into the backseat of his Camaro for a quick roll around. âBilly?âÂ
âNowâs your chance, Harrington, stop me from going on my date. Make me wanna stay here instead, in my stupid bedroom, on a Friday night.â
A wire in his head must get crossed or short circuit or overload or something, because the next thing he knows, Steve has one hand tangled in Billyâs hairspray-sticky curls and the other shoved into the back pocket of Billyâs tight blue Wranglers. He presses his mouth against the blondeâs and sets to work making Billy forget every other person heâs ever kissed.Â
The shorter boy tries taking control for all of two seconds, until King Steve dredges up every dirty trick heâs ever learned at Skull Rock to prove why he has the crown in the first place. He slides his tongue along the seam of Billyâs lips only to take it away when the younger teen melts into his chest and groans.Â
âWh-What the fuck, Harrington? Whereâve you been hiding all this talent?â
âDidnât think youâd be into me,â Steve shrugs, squeezing Billyâs ass a little just because he can. Because confusingly enough, Billy is touching him back. Tracing a fingertip along Steveâs collarbone and nosing at his jaw between lazy pecks against his throat. âSo... Wanna call Katie and tell her youâre not gonna show?â
âNever made a date with Katie,â Billy winks, and tugs Steve back down for more.
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#harringrove ficlet#harringrove fic#harringrove fluff#fluff#first kiss#getting together#harringrove first kiss#harringrove getting together#fluff and romance#cherry cola#eagles of death metal
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what about a reader who bought themselves lingerie and our boys walk in on them trying it on?
how would the molina-verse react? đ
Oh lord oh my oh wow this is gonna be GOOD
Ricardo: depends on his mood tbh. If heâs grouchy/frustrated/stressed heâs gonna be VERY animalistic⊠and will probably end up owing them a new set of lingerie. BUT if heâs relaxed/happy (and especially if heâs tired/sad) heâd walk up to them as if in a trance, then fall to his knees and wrap his arms around their waist, pulling them in tight while pressing sweet desperate kisses on their stomach.
Otto: OMG heâd blush so hard and avert his eyes (even though heâs literally seen them in far more exposing situations) so theyâd have to go up to him and show him it was ok to look and once he does all he can do is touch them and moan his incredibly intelligent mind just fuckin short circuits
Doc Ock: this motherfucker would walk in and get a smug-ass grin on his face and be like âall that for me baby? you shouldnât haveâŠâ and then he takes it off with his teeth
Robert: ugh my sweet teddy bear his cheeks would be so pink and flushed, his mouth agape as he stares at the angel in front of him he wouldnât be able to speak above a whisper for fear of waking himself up because this has got to be a dream
Chandler: âgod youâre gorgeousâ *flicks open a switchblade* (another one whoâd owe them more lingerie)
Manuel: heâd come up behind them, stroking their neck as he places his rosary on them, whispering âmy perfect angel⊠dripping with sin⊠you must be forgiven for your sins, my lambâ
Diego: heâd beg to paint them, which would annoy them to no end BUT heâd never even touch the canvas heâd get too caught up in the way the lace clings to their skin and heâd have to do something about it
Frank: a lot of groping and sloppy kisses on their skin, would also owe them new lingerie but not because he destroyed it⊠he just stole the garments as a lil keepsake
Harding: heâd stop dead in his tracks when he catches sight of them trying on the lingerie but then heâd walk up to them, not saying a word, almost examining them like he would a patient before cupping their cheeks and giving them the most passionate kiss that leaves both of them breathless
Armand: this is a little tough, I think heâd maybe be hesitant at first? In the sense that he REALLY wanted to touch them but would have something stopping him (idk what tbh thatâs just the vibe) so theyâd have to encourage him and as soon as his hands touch their skin he loses control
Harold: the sweetest man heâd blush so much then sit down and get them to model the lingerie so he could see every angle of their body before pulling them onto his lap and caressing them
Arden: horny man gets naked as soon as he sees them, dragging them by the hand to their bed before laying on his back and getting them to straddle his lap
Boris: v shy v blush v shaky hands and dry mouth as he tries to swallow, damn near hyperventilating until they kiss him
Dick: shy nervous bb heâd be frozen in place so theyâd have to pull him to the bed and get him to relax
Andres: âget on your knees and crawl to me, cariñoâ
Hank: this greasy bastard would have a shit-eating grin as he came up behind them, gripping their hips and grinding against them while whispering the filthiest things in their ear
Dunlop: very sweet and loving, holds them by the hips in front of a full length mirror and whispers stuff like âlook how beautiful you areâ and âI canât believe how lucky I amâ
Edelweiss: heâd be such a goof about it heâd go up to them and snap the elastic straps against their skin before sucking their nipples through the material
Horvath: a quirked eyebrow, his panther-like strut over as heâs eyes them as if they were prey, standing as close as he can to them without touching so all they get is the heat radiating off his body, his hand holding their chin to tilt their head up and meet his gaze, and then a kiss so deep itâs like heâs devouring them
#alfred molina#ricardo morales#doc ock#otto octavius#manuel aringarosa#robert aldrich#harding hooten#chandler manning#armand gamache#boris plots#dick suskind#stephen arden#sgt steven dunlop#dr. edelweiss#Hank Spallone#andres galan#maxim horvath#Harold Lindsey-Jones#frank burton#diego rivera#ask
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only you || part iii
Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: shower sex, oral (m receiving), snowballing, semi-public sex, mild degradation, spit, squirting, daddy kink
4.1k words
also i forgot to tag them in the last part but thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this!!
part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too
In the morning, Osamu was once again sliding into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and hummed in your ear as he settled down.
âGood morning, baby,â he muttered.
âMorning,â you mumbled, shimmying closer to him. You yawned and rolled to face him.Â
âBeautiful,â Osamu said, kissing your forehead. You smiled tiredly.
âHandsome,â you said, kissing his nose.Â
âShower with me?â He asked. You hummed in agreement. He rolled you out of the bed, pulling you into your attached bathroom.
You pushed your shorts down to your ankles as Osamu pulled your shirt off.
âCute,â he said, pinching your nipple playfully.
âWe should start the shower,â you mumbled as Osamu leaned down in front of you.Â
âMhmm,â he hummed, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.
âSamu,â you breathed as he sucked at your nipple.Â
âJust canât get enough of ya,â he mumbled against your skin.
You tangled your fingers in his hair as he swapped over to your other nipple.Â
âYer sweet, lilâ body, so responsive,â Osamu said as your back arched, pushing your breasts into his face.
You pulled him up by his hair to press your lips together. He stood up, lifting you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed you against the shower wall.
âSamu,â you moaned. You tugged his hair as he kissed down your neck. âNo-no bruises.â
âJust blame Bokuto again,â he mumbled, sucking at your skin.
âAt least leave them where I can hide them,â you said. He moved lower, kissing and biting over your breasts.
Osamu pulled back as you whined.
âShower,â he said. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower and watched as Osamu started the water. Once the water had warmed up, you stepped under the water flow.Â
âHow can ya stand it that hot?â Osamu complained, following you under the water. He hissed as the water hit his back and quickly spun you around so the water was hitting your back. You laughed.
âJust turn it down, babe,â you giggled, turning the cold water up.
âJust turn it down, babe,â he mocked, caging you against the shower wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
âImitation is the highest form of flattery,â you said, pecking his lips.Â
He moved in closer to you, deepening the kiss. He lifted you by your thighs, wrapping your legs around him as the warm water coated your body.
âSamu, donât drop me,â you mumbled against his lips. He lined up his cock with your entrance, teasing you with just the tip.
âNot gonna drop ya, princess,â he grunted. His cock slid into you slowly, drawing a long, low moan from your lips.
âSamu,â you moaned, tightening your legs around him. He rolled his hips against yours, forcing his cock deeper.Â
âFeels good, baby?â Osamu asked. âFeels so good havinâ ya wrapped around my cock, princess.â
âFeels good having you in me, daddy,â you said, digging your nails into Osamuâs skin.
âAh, no marks, princess,â Osamu said, smiling at you teasingly. You kissed him deeply.
âJust not where they can show,â you said, pulling away from him. He buried his face in your neck and smiled against your skin. He snapped his hips up making you moan loudly.
âSamu, please,â you moaned, moving your hips against his. âWanna cum.â
He reached between you and rubbed your clit in time with his slow thrusts.Â
âNot stopping you,â he said. You cried out as your stomach tightened.
âSamu, please!â You cried. âHarder please!â
Osamu rubbed your clit furiously as your walls clenched around him.
âCome on, baby,â he grunted. âCum around daddyâs cock.â
Your stomach tightened and your walls fluttered as your juices squirted out.
âCum in me, please, daddy,â you begged as you gushed around him. âWant you to breed me.â
âFuck,â Osamu hissed as his cock twitched in you. âWant my babies, huh? Want me to knock ya up?â
You nodded as you pressed your chest against his. âWanna make you a daddy.â Osamu groaned as he emptied his balls into your cunt.
âFuck, yer too much for me, princess,â Osamu breathed, dick falling limply from you. You laughed as his cum leaked from your hole.Â
âOld man,â you teased as Osamu gently set you on your feet.
âOnly four years older than ya, princess,â Osamu said, pecking your lips.
You two showered quickly after that as the water continued to cool down. By the time you were stepping out, you were shivering from the cold water.
âAw, come here, baby,â Osamu said, wrapping a towel around you and pulling you against his body. âLet me warm ya up.â
âTh-thanks,â you stuttered, shivering in his arms.
âY/n!â You jumped as your momâs voice rang out. You pushed away from Osamu, stepping into your room where your mom was poking her head in from the hallway.
âMom! Hi!â You exclaimed, rushing over to stop her from coming all the way in. âWhat are you doing here, shouldnât you be at work?â
âHad to come back and grab my phone,â she said. âWhereâs Osamu? His phoneâs in our bedroom but I donât see him anywhere.â
âI think he said he had to run by the restaurant,â you said. âMustâve forgotten his phone.â
âOh, okay,â she said. âWell, Iâm going to take the car to work, so let Osamu know when he gets back.â
âNo problem,â you said.Â
âBye, sweetie, love you,â she called, walking down the hallway.
âLove you, too,â you called after her. You waited until you heard the car pull away before running back to the bathroom where Osamu was standing, looking like heâd had the most silent panic attack ever.
âSheâs gone,â you breathed. âThat was a close one.â
Osamu let out a long breath, his whole body relaxing.
âA close one,â he laughed, coldly. âMy whole life flashed before my eyes.â
âTell me about it,â you said. âI thought she was going to come in.â
âWe have to start being more careful,â Osamu said. You nodded in agreement.Â
âCome on, letâs just get ready, the gameâs soon,â you said. You smacked Osamuâs ass as he walked past you.Â
âDonât start something you canât finish,â Osamu said. You smirked at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist.Â
âWho says I canât finish it?â
âIf we miss the subway, Iâm going to cry,â you threatened as Osamu slowly got dressed. âDo you want me to cry?â
âI dunno, are you a cute cryer?â He asked, going through his closet to find a shirt.
âI wonât be if we miss the game,â you said, laying back on Osamuâs bed.
âBlack or white?â Osamu asked, holding up two Onigiri Miya shirts.Â
âSamu,â you whined. âTheyâre the same shirt!â
âBlack or white?â He asked again. You huffed.Â
âBlack,â you said. âDo you only own Onigiri Miya shirts?â
âPretty much,â Osamu said, shrugging. He tugged on the shirt and held his hand out for you. You grabbed it and let him pull you into a sitting up position. âAre you sure you donât want to wear something else?â
You smiled widely as you smoothed down your sundress. âHow else am I going to seduce Bokkun to join us for dinner?â
âIâll kill him if he looks at you for more than three seconds,â Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. His arms wrapped around you and he held you tightly against his body. âAlso, no cutesie nicknames for him.â
âYou do know I have to make it believable that he and I hooked up, right?â You asked.Â
âJust tell him ya hooked up with someone yer mom wonât approve of, which ya did, and that ya lied to her about who it was, which ya did,â Osamu said. âThe best lies are ones that hold a touch of truth.â
âOh and youâd know all about this, how, Mr. Lies?â You asked, looking up at him.Â
âIâve been avoiding fucking my wife for a week,â Osamu said. âI know how to lie.â
âIâll remember that,â you said.Â
âI would never lie to ya, baby,â Osamu said, pecking your lips.Â
âBetter not,â you mumbled, kissing him again. âCome on, weâre gonna be late.â
Osamuâs hand was permanently pulling your dress down as the two of you travelled to the game. At the game, Osamu offered his hoodie to drape over your bare knees after you took a seat.
âSamu, stop,â you hissed as he tugged your dress down in a vain attempt to cover your knees as you sat. âIâm going to end up flashing everyone here my boobs.â
âWell now I have a new fear,â he said, thrusting his hoodie into your arms. âArenât ya cold? Put my hoodie on.â
âWill you leave me alone and let me watch the game if I put the hoodie on?â You asked. He nodded, scowling at a guy that had glanced at you a little too long.Â
You pulled the hoodie on, content as you watched the game, if not a little warm.
After the game, which MSBY had won 3-1 over the Adlers, you let Osamu lead you down to the court where the boys were all excited to see you.
âY/n! Did you see my last spike?!â Bokuto exclaimed, spinning you around in a tight hug.
âYou were amazing! All of you!â You exclaimed once he sat you down.Â
âY/n, this is our captain, Meian Shugo,â Sakusa said, introducing you to their tall, handsome captain.
âThis is Y/n, my new niece!â Atsumu exclaimed, tossing his arm over your shoulders.Â
âL/n Y/n, Iâm a big fan,â you said, bowing lowly to him. âItâs an honour to meet you.â
âYouâre the setter that these guys wonât stop talking about,â Meian said. âItâs nice to meet you.â
You smiled widely as the guys made their way to the locker rooms and Osamu was dragging you through hallway after hallway until he shoved you into a supply closet and pushed you down to your knees.Â
âYa look so fuckinâ hot wearinâ my clothes,â Osamu said, undoing his jeans and tugging them down. âI really, really want ya suckinâ my cock, right now.â
You wasted no time, immediately taking the pierced tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool, metal of his piercing.
âBokuto, the fuckinâ idiot, flashed everyone your cute lilâ lace panties,â Osamu growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. âThought Hinata was gonna cum in his shorts.â
You moaned around him.
âOh, ya like that? Hinataâs probably jerkinâ his cock right now, jusâ thinkinâ âbout yer lil white, lace panties, barely hidden under yer lil dress,â Osamu said, pushing your head down, forcing more of his cock in your mouth. You moaned again, the vibrations drawing a low moan from Osamuâs throat. âSâtoo bad thatâs all heâs ever gonna get. Yer my lil cock whore, isnât that right, baby?â
You hummed as he let your head up for you to take a breath. As soon as oxygen filled your lungs, Osamu was forcing you back down on his cock.
âCome on, suck my cock, princess,â he groaned. âBefore I fuck yer throat.â
You hollowed your cheeks and forced yourself to take more of his cock down your throat. The corners of your lips burned with the stretch and you forced the urge to gag down as you bobbed your head on his cock.
âFuck, good girl, takinâ daddyâs cock so well,â Osamu groaned. âShould cum on yer fuckinâ face, just to show everyone who ya belong to.â
You clenched your thighs together as you pulled back and teased his piercing with your tongue.Â
âDonât swallow,â Osamu choked out as his cock twitched in your mouth. âHold it in your mouth.â
You hummed as his cock twitched again.
âFuck,â he moaned, throatily, as he spilled into your mouth. Your eyes watered as salty cum filled your mouth and leaked down your chin.Â
âCome âere,â Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. He kissed you deeply. You pushed the cum into his mouth and grinned when he pulled back. âOpen.â
Your mouth fell open and you moaned as he spat his cum back onto your waiting tongue.
âSwallow,â he mumbled, watching as his cum dripped from your tongue. You swallowed and opened your mouth to show him. âGood girl.â
Osamu pulled his hoodie off of you and wiped your chin clean with it before folding it over his arm.
âCome on, letâs go before they start wondering where we are,â Osamu said, tugging you out of the closet.Â
âWe still have to talk to Bokkun,â you said, following Osamu closely.Â
âTalk to Bokuto about what?â
You jumped nearly in Osamuâs arms when you heard Atsumu from behind you.
âTsumu! How long have you been there?!â You exclaimed, turning on your heel to face him.Â
âLong enough,â Atsumu said. He reached out and wiped at your chin with his thumb. âHeard something about âcumming on yer face to show who ya belong toâ. Didnât think heâd actually do it.â Atsumu casually wiped his thumb on his jeans.Â
âWe can explain,â Osamu said.
âYer fucking yer stepdaughter,â Atsumu said, crossing his arms.
âI, um, yeah, I guess so,â Osamu said, scratching the back of his neck. âItâs more than that, Tsumu.â
âA whole affair,â Atsumu said.Â
âYou canât tell my mom!â You exclaimed. âIâll do anything.â
âAnything?â Atsumu asked, smirking.
âIâll kill ya,â Osamu threatened.
âChill out, it was a joke,â Atsumu said, holding his hands up. âBesides, I donât plan on telling her. Frankly, I donât care.â
âYa want something,â Osamu said, narrowing his eyes at Atsumu.Â
âLet me have a turn,â Atsumu said. Osamu stepped in front of you, pushing you behind him.
âI wasnât joking when I said Iâd kill ya,â Osamu said. âWeâve shared in the past but Y/n is different.â
âOsamu,â you cooed.Â
âI really, really like her,â Osamu said, ignoring you. âLike, it could be love one day.â
You melted a little. Your face softened and you hugged your arms around Osamuâs waist.
âFine, fine,â Atsumu said. âI wonât say anything. Iâll even be yer cover.â
âWhat do you want?â Osamu asked.Â
âFree food whenever I go to any Onigiri Miya,â Atsumu said. âAnd maybe just one kiss.â
âFree food for a year and a kiss on the cheek,â Osamu bargained.Â
âFree food for a year and a real kiss,â Atsumu said. âWith tongue.â
âWhat are we, in high school?â You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
âFree food for two years and a peck,â Osamu said. âAnd I wonât even kick ya after the kiss.â
âOr hit me at all!â Atsumu said.
âFine,â Osamu said.
âDeal,â Atsumu said, smirking. âCome âere, doll.â
Osamu stepped to the side, letting you move closer to Atsumu.
âNo tongue,â you warned, before leaning in. Atsumu swiped his tongue along your bottom lip as you kissed him. You stomped his foot as you jerked away.
âWorth it,â Atsumu said, smiling victoriously.
âShut up,â you said as Osamu wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He kissed your temple.
âHope my cum tastes good,â Osamu said, smirking wickedly. Atsumuâs face dropped as he gagged.
âEw! Gross, I demand a redo after she brushes her teeth!â Atsumu exclaimed, following after the two of you. You and Osamu laughed loudly as he complained behind you.
âBokuto couldnât make it?â Your mom asked as she sat the food on the table.
âThatâs why we brought Atsumu to replace him,â you said, smiling widely.Â
Atsumu smiled at your mom wryly. âM/n,â he said.
âAtsumu,â your mom said, barely containing her glare. âIâm so glad you could come.â
âIâm sure,â Atsumu said.Â
You and Osamu awkwardly loaded food onto your plates as your mom and Atsumu glared at each other.
âSo, how was work?â You asked.Â
âOh, itâs terrible!â Your mom exclaimed. âJust the worst!â
âOh? What happened?â Osamu asked, slurping up his soup.
âI have to work in Tokyo for the next week!â Your mom said. You bit your lip to keep from smiling.
âOh, no! Thatâs awful,â you said. âBut Tokyo, thatâs nice.â
âItâs just now I really wonât get to see you,â your mom said, pouting.
âMaybe I could extend my trip a little,â you said. âThat way when you get back we can still have a day or two just us.â
âOh, as long as Osamu doesnât mind having you here,â your mom said.Â
âOh, I donât mind,â Osamu said. âThis is her house, too.â
âOkay, then, thatâs settled! We have to have a girls day when I get back,â your mom said. âI feel like Iâve just been pawning you off on Osamu this whole week.â
âIâm sure he doesnât mind,â Atsumu snarked. You kicked him in the shin.
âI donât mind,â Osamu said. âItâs father daughter bonding.â
âOh, itâs bonding all right,â Atsumu muttered. You kicked him again. He hissed in pain.
âWhat was that?â Your mom asked.
âJust said that bonding is nice,â Atsumu said.
âSo, when do you leave?â You asked.
âTomorrow morning, around 5,â she said. âWay before you two will be up.â
âAre you taking the train?â Osamu asked. Your mom shook her head.
âIâm taking the car, hope you donât mind,â she said.Â
âItâs fine, weâll probably just hang around here, anyway,â Osamu said.Â
Atsumu smirked as he sipped his tea.Â
âWe have that pick up game later this week,â you said. âWith Bokkun, Hinata, and Sakusa.â
âItâll be great, weâre gonna crush you,â Atsumu said.
âYou donât even know the teams yet,â you said, rolling your eyes.
âMe, Omi-kun, and Shoyo versus ya, Samu, and Bokuto,â he said.
âThatâs not fair! You three are all professionals! You take Samu!â You exclaimed.
âYa donât want me on yer team? Iâm hurt,â Osamu said, clutching his heart.Â
âAgainst three pros? No, I donât want you on my team,â you said. âI want Sho-kun!â
âRock, paper, scissors, loser gets Samu,â Atsumu said, making a fist.Â
Your mom laughed as Osamu gasped in offense.Â
âSorry, Samu, but I want to win tomorrow,â you said, holding up a fist.Â
In the end, Atsumu ended up stuck with Osamu and was still complaining when he left.Â
âBye, Mom,â you mumbled tiredly as your mom packed her bags in the car.Â
âBye, sweetie,â she said, hugging you tightly. âTell Osamu I said bye.â
âI will,â you said. As she pulled off, you walked back into the house. You padded down the hallway and almost turned into your room when you remembered Osamu was currently laying down all alone.Â
You turned into his room and carefully crawled into his arms.
âGood morning, baby,â he mumbled, pulling you closer to him.Â
âMorning, daddy,â you said. You smirked as his eyes opened slightly.
âOh?â He questioned. You rolled him over to his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
âWanna feel you,â you mumbled, rolling your hips against his.Â
âGâhead, baby,â he said, holding your hips. You ran your hands along his thick chest and stomach, stopping to play with his pierced nipples.
He hissed softly.
âSensitive?â You asked, pinching his nipple. He nodded. You leaned down and sucked one into your mouth, flicking your tongue against the cool metal. You teased the hardening bud then switched to the other one, only completely pulling away when they were shining with spit and swollen.Â
âPretty,â you muttered. You kissed up his neck, sucking and biting at his slightly prickly skin.Â
âDâya jusâ call me pretty?â Osamu asked as you nibbled at his jawline.Â
âYou are,â you said, pecking his lips. You shimmied down his body, tugging his briefs off and tossing them to the floor. You palmed his hardening cock until it was bobbing heavily against your hand.
âWanna ride you,â you said, straddling him again. You ground your wet folds against his cock.Â
âI wanna fold ya in half, princess,â Osamu said, holding your hips. âThrow yer legs over my shoulders and pound yer cute, lil pussy until ya cry.â
âNo reason we canât do both,â you said, reaching down to line his cock up with your dripping core. âWe have all day.â
ââm not lettinâ ya leave this bed,â he said. You sank down on his cock with a soft moan.Â
âDaddy,â you whimpered as his cock nudged your abused cervix.Â
âTake it all, baby, I know ya can,â he said, holding your hips tightly. You let him hold up as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with one, quick thrust.Â
âSamu!â You moaned loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders. You bounced on his cock in time with his thrusts.
âTakinâ daddyâs cock so well, look at ya,â he grunted. âSuch a lil princess, wanting to ride daddyâs cock and not being able to take it all without daddyâs help.â
âSâtoo big,â you whined as his apadravya dragged against that spongy spot inside you.
âYa jusâ need a lilâ help, baby,â Osamu said, hands tightening on your hips. âYer daddyâs little girl, after all.â
You moaned as he pulled you down, your chests flush against each other. He smacked your ass as you bit at his chest.Â
âCan feel ya clenchinâ âround me, go âhead and cum for me, princess,â Osamu grunted. You cried out, your cunt walls squeezing him as you squirted around his cock.
âGood girl,â he praised before flipping you over to your back. Osamu hovered over you, kissing your lips gently before pushing your legs up against your chest.Â
âDaddy!â You cried as he continued to thrust into you. Your legs shook with overstimulation as he pressed two fingers against your clit.Â
âWant ya to make a mess for me,â he said, flicking your swollen clit. âWant ya to squirt around my cock again.â
âHarder, Samu, please!â You begged, gripping the white sheets underneath you. Osamu braced himself against the bed as he pounded into you harder.Â
âGonna fill ya up all day,â he grunted. ââTil yer swollen with my seed. Gonna be all fucked out and dumb when Iâm finished with ya. Isnât that right, baby?â
âUh-huh,â you moaned, nodding. âWant daddy to breed me until it sticks! Wanna be full of you!â
Osamu grabbed your face roughly, forcing your mouth open. âTongue out,â he ordered. Your tongue lolled out, drool dripping onto your chin. âGood girl.â
He spat on your tongue before kissing you messily, spit covering both of your chins and thin strands of saliva connecting you two when he pulled away.Â
âGonna cum,â you gasped as he pinched your clit. He leaned up, watching you squirm as he relentlessly rutted into you.
âSquirt around my cock, baby,â he said, strumming your clit. âCome on, daddy wants ya to make a mess on him.â
You let out a high pitched moan as he pressed down on your bladder.
âNo, no, daddy, gonna make a mess!â You squealed.Â
âCome on, princess,â he muttered, pushing down harder. âMake a mess on daddy.â
You cried loudly as cum gushed out of you, covering Osamuâs stomach and chest.
âFuck,â Osamu groaned, balls tightening as he painted your walls white. âGood girl.â
You breathed heavily as Osamu pulled out of you and collapsed next to you.Â
âDaddy,â you breathed, cuddling into his side. âDidnât know I could cum that hard.â
âMe either, baby,â he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. âYa did so good, princess.â
âI made a mess,â you said.
âJust like daddy asked,â he said. âYa want daddy to clean ya up?â
âPlease,â you mumbled. Osamu stood up and lifted you easily, carrying you to the shower. He cleaned both of you off quickly before running a bath in the large bathtub.Â
âYa want anything, princess?â Osamu asked as you leaned back in the large tub.
âJoin me,â you said. Osamu climbed in behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned against his chest and relaxed into him.Â
âThis is so bittersweet,â Osamu said, rubbing his hand over your stomach soothingly.
âWhy?â You asked.
âI just wish I had met ya first,â Osamu said. âBefore yer mom. Now, Iâll always be the guy that got with his stepdaughter.â
âHey, you didnât raise me or anything,â you said. âItâs not like youâre my father figure or anything. Youâre only four years older than me. If anything, my momâs the weird one for marrying a guy her childâs age.â
âI really, really like ya.â Osamu said, nuzzling your neck. âMore than Iâve ever liked anyone.â
âI really, really like you, too,â you said, smiling. You rested your hands on Osamuâs as he pressed small kisses up your neck. âI thought you were the most handsome man Iâd ever seen when we first met. Nearly took my breath away.â
âI thought ya were the most beautiful woman,â Osamu said. âCouldnât take my eyes off ya.â
You lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his skin.Â
âIâm falling in love with ya,â he mumbled against your skin. âThis is the closest to love at first sight anyone has ever been.â
You kissed his hand again.
âWhat the fuck is this?â
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home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader
âiâd let you do- do anything. anything you wanâ to me. iâm yours. all- all,â his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, âyours. all yours.â
warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldnât be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end
w/c: 1.5k sheesh
a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesnât recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO
you werenât an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.
once again, you werenât an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, youâd been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him.Â
cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and youâd tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.
something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldnât even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether theyâd ever compared cock sizes in the locker roomâyou wouldnât put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.
and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame himâhe was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldnât help but feel jealous. he was all yoursâshould be all yoursâand you hated sharing him with the world.
you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.
[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu
[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.
just to reiterate, you werenât an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakinâ pro athlete and all.
you couldnât prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the assâ
you shook your head, clearing your brain. youâd be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.
âbabe! iâm home!â
you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.
âbabe?â his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. âyou up?â
you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, âkou!"
his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. âhey! whatâs u-â he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes â-p?â
you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. âwait! iâm all gross and sweaty,â he said, âgym showers were broke-â
âi donât care. take off your shirt.â
âwow, someoneâs eager. missed me that much?â
âwatch it,â you glared. âiâm not in the mood, kou.â
he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.
your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chestâhe looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.
everyone else can see him, too.
your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but theyâll never get to see him like this: submissive.
and so fucking sensitive.
within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adamâs apple.
you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.
âfuck,â he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. âfuck.â
âyou taste good,â you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. âjust wanna taste you all the time. youâd let me, right?â
thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. âiâd let you do- do anything. anything you wanâ to me. iâm yours. all- all,â his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, âyours. all yours.â
you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. âwhyâd you stop,â he begged, âi want more. feels so good and i wanâ mor-â
âsay it again,â you demanded. âtell me that youâre mine.â
his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. ââm all yours. always. all yo- yours.â he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest.Â
âgood boy.â
he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. âmâ gonna cum, âm gonna, gonna cum.â
âyeah?â you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. âgo ahead then.â
âfuck!â he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. âfuck, fuckâyou always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.â
with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, âyouâre the best. so fuckinâ happy that iâm yours.â
driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. âkou wait!â you shrieked. âyouâre all sweaty again! itâs gross!â
he chuckled. as if you hadnât been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. âyouâre right. iâm probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.â
at that, your ears perked up. âwell maybe you should do home workouts more often then,â you teased.
âyouâre right,â he repeated with a grin, âmaybe i should.â if it meant more mornings like these, heâd forego the gym in a heartbeat.Â
that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, itâs offseason anyway.
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hello!! this is my first ever collab and man o man am I happy to be participating in @buttershouse âs Magic March with so many talented people!! Please go check out everyoneâs work, thereâs so many delicious pieces to choose from.
without further a-due, please enjoy this 7k word mash of a magic coffee shop/witch/ college au that I have goin here
pairing: Sero Hanta (with a FUCKIN UNDERCUT !) x gn!reader (afab)
warnings: sheâs WHOLESOME, implied sexual themes throughout and then actual smut at the end !! , sex on aphrodisiacs
a/n: thank you so so so so so so so much to @keishinslove @hiddenbluee @spikesbimbo @scorpiomoonslutt and @dymphnasprose for reading and beta-ing this big boi- you guys helped me so much and đ„șđ„ș you guys seriously mean the world to me.
tag list: @hiddenblueeâ @undersero @sawam0chi
âDouble double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble,â you hum as you steep black tea before shifting to the other part of your station so you could add the guise of vanilla to the milk you were about to steam.Â
You hear a snort come from your coworker as she looks over to you before smirking, âYou think youâre so funny,â she teases while heating up a chocolate muffin for the current order.Â
âI do, I really do,â you muse, holding the metal pitcher up to the espresso machineâs steam wand. The distinct smell of the liquid luck wafts around as you begin blending it in with the milk; it makes you smile, a comfortingly warm feeling washing over you.Â
You always hoped people stepped into the shop hearing about the rumors and whole-heartedly believed them; believing in the magic that went into each drink when they ordered something off of the special menus- and that it wasnât just for the unique taste.Â
When you first started out, you often heard that with each new employee, the magical feeling tends to die out sooner or later; the happiness of creating spells and potions for others fleeting with the ever-growing pessimism towards all things unexplainable. After working at the shop for three years, one would think the feeling would have caught up to you, instead you felt anything but. With each new regular whose eyes sparkled with excitement as you handed them their unique concoction of a drink, your smile grew wider. Sometimes the familiar faces would come back and whisper about how each drink gave them the right energy to deal with each individual situation⊠almost like magic. You could do nothing but smile, sometimes a coy little wink was added, exciting the customer more and more. They'd leave with a newfound pep in their step. That's what has kept you going for so long. All anyone ever has to do was keep an open mind and believe that true magic does exist, and when you do, it's almost as though a door opens up, full of delightful possibilities.
As you called out the finished order and thanked the satisfied customer, the shopâs entrance bell chimed, welcoming in the newest one.Â
You look up and made eye contact with someone who seemed oddly familiar; you tend to remember almost every person that has shown up more than twice at the cafe, so the fact that you can't fully recognize him only shows that the cafe couldn't have been where youâve known him from... You couldn't quite put your finger on where you've seen him before but you definitely couldn't forget the welcoming aura he radiated. With his black hair pulled into a ponytail, exposing his undercut, and his extra large t-shirt hanging off of his lean frame, he flashed a bright smile, heading up to the counter to order.
Accustomed to âheyâs, âhiâs, or even an immediate order, the first thing out of his mouth somewhat surprised you. With a tilt of the head and a squint of the eyes, he mumbled out, â.. You look really familiar.â as he tried to place the face. Â
âYou know, I was thinking the same thing...â you trailed off.Â
After a few seconds of analysis with no conclusion, he seemed to shrug and let out a little chuckle with a passive âit'll probably come to me in the middle of my next classâŠâ before his eyes caught sight of the menus off to the side. Not wanting to make it too obvious that you were tempted to stare, you aimed your gaze elsewhere, only occasionally sneaking a glance at him while he was preoccupied with the menu.
âAhh⊠can I getâŠâ he kept his sights on all the options he could, as if it was going to make him any more decisive. Part of you hoped to hear something special, something magical, only to hear, âuhh a⊠hot latte please?â
While a very solid drink, you subconsciously waited to hear a flavor come after it; staring at him, almost in a daze.Â
âDid I forget something...?â Your eyes grew wide, mind blank, trying to come up with an excuse for the elongated silence but before you could spout something out, his smile grew as he rolled his eyes, âOh, duh, I forgot the size!â A breathy laugh came after his revelation and your chest felt lighter once the sound hit your ears. âCould I get a large please?â
âYeah, absolutely!â you chime as you grab a large paper cup and mark down his order with a sharpie.âWill that be all for you today?â looking back up at him, your customer service smile makes its awaited appearance like clockwork as it did when wrapping up every order. His eyes darted to the full pastry case before he could conclude, causing an actual smile to grace your lips, âTempted?â
âOne way or another, yea,â he said with an undertone of something else being implied, causing your cheeks to heat up. The smile that he threw in there further caused a little flutter of your heart. Â
âWell luckily for you, we just restocked, so you've got a wide range of goodies to choose from.â
He licked his bottom lip and smoothly responded with, âWell which is your favorite?â
âMy favorite? Hmm⊠Well, I always love a good chocolate croissant whenever I'm drinking regular lattes. The chocolate adds in that kick of sweetness that compliments the lack thereof with the coffee and bonus, it's not too heavy where it will make you feel bloated.``Â
âYou really know how to sell a guy⊠That sounds amazing. Could I have that, please?â the tone in his voice was playful, fun, possibly flirty- and that was something that you were not going to think about. Heâs a customer; he might not come back when he wants his next cup of coffee.
âYou want me to warm it up for you?â
âSure!â
Picking up the prongs, you took the freshest croissant from the batch and placed it in the microwave oven, turning back around.Â
You voiced his total with a soft smile, âCash or card?â
âCard. uh .. Can I leave a tip on here?âÂ
Cue the airy sigh that left your chest. A man who knows to leave a tip: you were in love with him already.
âYea!â you squeak before clearing your throat, âYea, once you remove your card, the option should pop up on the screen!â
You throw one more smile back at him before turning around to start his drink, not missing the incredibly hard stare your coworker was giving you. You try not to look at them throughout the duration of making his drink.
Handing the handsome man his order, your hands lightly brushed against his and you fought hard to ignore the hefty thump in your chest. You looked back up at him and swore that there was a tint of rose dusted across his cheeks.Â
You saw the beginning of his outburst before you could hear it.Â
âSero!â he said quickly, âSero Hanta. Thatâs my name.âÂ
You smiled, sticking out your hand and saying your name, âIâll be sure to remember it⊠Sero.âÂ
The rest of the shift went by pretty quick after that. Your coworker couldn't keep their mouth shut about how he was flirting with you and how you just so happened to be flirting back. You two were giggling so much that the rest of the shift just seemed to slip away and before you know it, it was time to clock out.
âIs there anything you want me to do before I head out?â you shout, asking the newly present night shift as youâre halfway out the door.Â
âNo no, we got it,â both your coworkers chime, âjust hurry up and get to class!â one of them adds.Â
Rolling your eyes, you wave goodbye, double checking that everything needed for class was in your bag before fully lugging one of the straps onto your shoulder and heading off.
The walk wasn't that far from the shop, luckily- taking your time and enjoying the world around you was such a cooldown from the hustle and bustle of your work shifts.Â
The college town was quaint, warm, homely; It felt like everywhere was a short walk away- which it was. There was an ample amount of time for you to stroll to class after one of your shifts.
As you peruse down the street, you took note of how bright it felt this time of day and how soft the glow emanating from the sunlight hitting the trees was; the kiss of the sun heated your skin, allowing you to bask in the warmth of everything: the environment, the vibe, the mood. What a great feeling.Â
Random thoughts passed in and out of your brain as you got to the entrance of campus- but the continuous train of thought halted at the station when the image of that man who came into the shop, the one with the undercut- Sero Hanta, popped up.
He was really attractive⊠where had you seen him before?
You mindlessly head towards the lecture hall, with the image of Seroâs face ever present behind your eyelids. The approaching building was a beautiful brick with ivy climbing up the side, a framed golden plaque near the large double doors announced that people were about to enter the Mirai Sasaki building- something you would normally stop to admire but today, you headed straight inside and towards your seat, still mentally preoccupied.Â
Plopping down, you situate yourself, getting everything out; your textbook, notebook, pens, pencils and even a highlighter. You take a deep breath before slightly shaking your mind to wake up and concentrate on the human sexuality lecture that was about to start. Sero Hanta can wait.
Is what you told yourself and yet, the thought of him wouldn't leave you alone. It went so far as even hearing the professor call out his name.Â
âSo, I just wanted to clarify,â your ears perk up at the voice, âThe article you gave us was about how unequal the orgasm ratio- the orgasm gap- is for women⊠but I feel like there is a new wave of um⊠feminine orgasm appreciation. Not to get too personal, but I know between my friends and I, we make sure that our partners always come⊠first.â He trailed off at the last part, probably coming to terms with the awkward phrasing he had ended with.Â
You had to take a second to get a grip; too many things were happening at once and the one that held most of your attention was the fact that Sero Hanta blatantly admitted to wanting the girl to orgasm first.Â
What a gentleman.
âThank you for your⊠input ⊠mister Sero- but with what you pointed out, itâs actually a perfect segway into the first project of the semester! If you notice in your syllabus, I typed a very vague title for the next classâs date. We're going to talk about it more next class but until then, please read the assigned articles by the next class and have a good rest of your day!â
While the majority of the class was packed and headed to the door, your eyes stayed glued on Sero as you mindlessly put things away. It seemed as though he was taking his time as well. Maybe he needed to talk to the professor?Â
Seeing that your desk was now cleared, you slowly began descending down the stairs to get to the floor level, eyes glued to each step in front of you, mind somewhere completely different until your head is met with a firm back. With wide eyes, you step back and begin a stream of apologies, head bowed and eyes still on the floor as if you didnât learn your lesson the first time. A warm chuckle hushes you accompanied with a light, âItâs alright, itâs alright!â
You look back up and are met with the mind-dizzying smile of the man who failed to leave your thoughts alone.Â
Before your eyes could get any bigger, he murmurs your name. âSo this is where I know you from!â He slightly cheered, lopsided grin growing comfortable.Â
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âHey! Hey- you guys aren't closing are you?â You hear a panting voice rush through the door- the complete opposite of the energy the cafe currently held. You and your coworker were just winding down from your shift, cleaning and making sure everything was restocked for the next shift, soft music aiding the mood.Â
Sero was attempting to collect himself when he realized the two pairs of stunned eyes staring at him.Â
âI just- I wanted to walk with you to class. If thatâs cool,â he said to you, flattening his shirt down, âand maybe get a coffee.â
Warmth fills your face as you try to suppress a smirk, âin that order?â
The already flustered college student blushed just a bit harder. Before he could come up with a response, your smirk eased into a soft smile, âokay Sero, what could I get you to drink?â
He steps further inside and orders the same thing he got the first time: a large hot latte. It doesn't take long until the drink is in his hand and you're shooing him off to a table, âIâll be done in like 10 minutes, is that alright?â you ask, hints of your customer service mannerisms kicking in. He nods and you get back to cleaning, unaware that your movements became a bit swifter.Â
After clocking out, youâre met with an eager grin and a glint of something unnameable in seroâs eyes.Â
âThe coffee was excellent, by the way. Both times I had it. Do you do something to it? I feel like itâs so much more than just a simple latte.âÂ
You smile at two things, him opening the door for you, and the fact that he was absolutely oblivious to the fact that his drink is one of the few drinks you donât add any magical properties to.Â
âI make it with kindness.â You say as you two start your walk, intertwining your hands behind you.
âSo mister Hanta⊠have you been stalking me?âÂ
His eyes grow wide as his cheeks taint red, âN-no! I just thought that maybe you work every shift thatâs before our class.â
âHmmm⊠So were you going to come by every day to test out your theory if i wasn't there today?â
âWell, luckily you were there, so I guess weâll never know the answer.â
After you hummed out a response, the walk turned into a comfortable type of silent.
The both of you had several things passing through your mind, but outwardly, one was caught up basking in the fresh spring air while the other was admiring how the wind would slightly shift your hair.
Deciding to break the silence, you turned to face him, âHey, so, why did you choose to take human sexuality?â
He didn't seem surprised to hear the question but he took a moment; it didn't seem like he was scrambling to find the perfect answer, it was almost like he just couldn't properly find the words.Â
âHonestly, I love intimacy. I think its really cool that not one personâs views on sex and sexuality and the miniscule details within it, are the same.â
While the words you were hearing made sense, it must have shown that you weren't prepared for such an insightful answer because he let out a hearty laugh that seemed to go on and on, even after he took a deep inhale.Â
âIâm sorry-â he choked out as he grabbed his chest, âyour face just-â he gulped another breath of air, trying to regain composure.
Throughout his fit of laughter, you almost joined in a few times if it werenât for you biting your cheek in attempts to keep the annoyed facade up.Â
As soon as it seemed like he got it all out, you try to pull a convincing pout.Â
âSo what's the real answer, then?â
He cocks his head at your question, a smile still playing on his lips, âwhaddya mean?â
âYou're telling me that what you said wasn't just to catch me off guard?â
âOh! No no, that's really why I'm taking the class. But i bet you thought i was going to say something asshole-y like âi just wanna learn more about sex so i could be betterâ, hm?â he said the last part in a dopey voice before smirking back at you.
You rolled your eyes in return, ânot necessarily, that was just a really⊠refreshing⊠answer.â
By the time you got to class, it seemed pretty full, which was a bit odd seeing as though there was still some time before the lecture started. Part of you was hoping that you could snag a seat next to Sero or he could snag a seat next to you- but both of your usual seats were surrounded by others already. There was also always the possibility that maybe he didn't want to sit next to you; you didn't want to get your hopes up so you turned to him, waved goodbye, and headed to your normal seat. Unbenounced to you, he physically slouched in disappointment before heading to his spot.
The lesson went on, and while he wasn't crowding your mind today, you subconsciously kept stealing glances at him throughout the lecture in hopes that one of the times you'll find him glancing back at you. The only time you did catch him staring at you was with wide eyes when the professor announced that you two were going to be partners for the upcoming project.
âSo I guess this means it's an appropriate time to ask for your number⊠I wanted to ask you for it but I didn't want to move too fastâŠ?â he said as you two approached eachother after class, cracking a shy smile while he absentmindedly scratched the back of his neck, a subltle flex of his muscles on display. It was a bit hard to concentrate with a combo move like that attacking you, as if he was going in for the kill.Â
âI wouldn't have thought it was too fast.â you softly counter, flashing him a tender smile.
It was one thing to feel the heat go to your face, it's another to visibly see it appear on his.
You both traded phones at the same time with the promise to text each other later that night; you put a little coffee emoji by his name while he put the sun next to yours.
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Sitting at the furthest table away from the register, you start to unpack your laptop and make yourself comfortable- you're gonna be here a while. Powering up the device, Hanta pulls at the seat across from you and begins to mimic your movements.Â
âSo you want our first project meeting⊠at a coffee shop?â you start, trying to keep the smile from coming onto your face. Looking up at him would mean automatic defeat seeing as it's getting harder and harder for you to look at him without your lips twitching upward.
âI thought it would be very symbolic.â
A snort greeted both of your guyâs ears as your eyes went wide and your hands shot up to cover your mouth. âAnyway, so the project.â Blushing around him was starting to become a regular occurrence, as well.
âRight,â he says clapping his hands and rubbing them together.
âSo the project is to point out common sexual misconceptions and back it up with statistics and research articles. The fact that we got dibs on the misconception of the orgasm gap all because you had bragged about your personal sex lifeâŠâ the thought alone shot a wave of warmth down your spine and right to your lower region. A flash of a Sero you hadnât faced yet appeared in your imagination; him looking up at you, hungry and eager to please. It made your breath hitch.Â
âWell, yea! I had to voice it. I mean, I feel like itâs common sense! When you have sex by yourself, then you can focus on what makes you feel good and what makes you cum. But when youâre with a partnerâŠâ he trailed off and your gaze snapped to him, âyou should make sure they cum at least once before doing⊠whatever you two.. had.. planned on⊠doing.â Sero finished, his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips.Â
Oh fuck.Â
You felt yourself throb.Â
âY-yea! Uh I completely a-agree.âÂ
Itâs almost as though he could tell that you were flustered so just to top it off, he smirked, âGood. Iâm glad weâre on the same page.â before deciding to drop it and move on.
He took a sip of his drink and sighed, âYou guys really do make the best coffee. I got the same thing as I did with your place and yet⊠I'm here longing for your coffee.â you snort once again.
After that, the conversation eased into the project and what exactly needed to be done; the assignment was very simple but sorting out what dates you guys were going to meet up and how exactly you were going to go about gathering the information was all crucial. The project was due in a month and needed to be submitted in powerpoint format- which the both of you were relieved about.
It was really cute seeing Hantaâs eyes all lit up when it came to the part of how you two were going to go about getting all the information needed. He even suggested to conduct a little side research if you guys were ahead of schedule. It was something that made your heart patter. It was almost like you had smelt some of the charmed rose petals from work because every time you looked at him, you couldn't stop the warmth that flooded in your chest.
With that thought, there was the fact that he was more than likely going to be spending large amounts of time at the cafe- would he notice? Should you just come straight out and explain it? Explain that you were considered a witch, someone who was open-minded and was in tune with their intuition and can work with certain herbs, charms, and spells to create wonderful things? It didn't seem that big of a deal to you, it was something you had grown up with; simple spells and practices that just made day to day life more simple. Not every witch has been through the same childhood you had, thereâs no special school- not that you were aware of, anyway. Your parents kept their grimoire out in the open and let you frolic about as they eased basic wholesome rituals into your life, and when you got old enough, they let you take in chapter by chapter each spell they casted, each potion they brewed.Â
When you applied at the cafe, your first interview was full of normal questions worded in a way that almost sounded like it had a double meaning, thankfully you caught it and later was asked for a second interview- conducted by the boss himself. He had asked you to perform a basic potion/drink you grew up with, something that made you feel like you were walking on air. It was simple; a butterfly pea tea with a breath of life, with just a little bit of lemon activated the spell in the brew. When the well made drink hit his tongue, he offered you the job not a second later.
No. You wouldn't tell Sero yet. It never came up; Itâd be odd to tell him straight off the bat- there's really no need. If he ever asks⊠then youâll tell him.
But he hadn't so far.
Each meeting so far felt incredibly productive. It seemed like getting work done came naturally, with the topic being easy to discuss between the two of you and getting the articles to support your claim was fairly simple- apparently a lot of studies have been done about peopleâs orgasms.Â
Since drafting up a skeleton outline the first time meeting, the bits and pieces really started coming together, but the get-togethers sometimes didn't go as planned- however, what was a constant was that no matter what the meet-up consisted of, there would always be a paper cup from your work, filled with a hot latte.
Some of the days, rather than working on the project, the two of you would use the allotted time to sit in your cafe and goof off, or sometimes you would host ïżœïżœtea timeâ in your apartment and talk about anything and everything- and it was okay because very early on, you both gathered all the adequate articles that involved your topic and sifted through them to get the statistics you needed. Collecting the data was simple enough and putting it together just came easy to you.Â
Looking up from your laptop, finally done with sorting all the cited sources in each slide, you wave your hand at Sero to get his attention. Hanta was working on phrasing the facts and statistics from each work, so when he tilted his head up, gaze still on the screen until he finished typing the last sentence, he took his headphones out and hummed as he looked at you.Â
âYou get the same thing everytime weâre together⊠why?âÂ
He glanced at his almost empty cup before fully taking out his headphones, âI get it all the time because it really is the best latte I've ever gotten from a cafe before. I tell you this all the time.âÂ
âYou never⊠wanna try anything new?â
âIs there something in particular you want me to try?â he asks, quirking his eyebrow upwards.
âWell no, not necessarilyâŠâ
âWell then how about you give me a recommendation? Whatâs a drink you think I would love?âÂ
This one stumped you for a minute. Though the thought had crossed your mind quite often, you couldn't quite pinpoint which special drink heâd appreciate the most. Something warm⊠something reflecting how you feel about him.
âI think that you should get the Time Flies; it's this black tea latte with orange zest and it's really⊠cozy.â
âOkay, I'll try it the next time I go.âÂ
And he did. The first sip he took felt like smooth gold hitting his tongue. So warm and rich that it had apparently induced the vivid image of the sunset from his grandmotherâs porch. He was remembering the orange glow of everything the light touched. The whole day, he was feeling incredibly nostalgic, he even did some of the things he used to do when he was a kid, like watch old black and white movies and make dinner with his mom (even if it was through a phone call).
He told you all of this with one of the most handsome smiles you've ever seen, and that's saying a lot.
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 âSo,â you start once everything is situated on your living room table, the two floor pillows that play hosts to your guyâs lower halves sit diagonal from each other.
âSo.â
âEverything is practically done, I just wanted to⊠call this meeting so we could just quickly skim over it and see if there was anything in the powerpoint that needed fixing and or adjusting.â
âVery reasonable reason to call this meeting but both of us have been looking at this practically nonstop⊠so Iâm pretty sure it's good.â
âWell itâs due next class and I know we finished it up a few a couple of days ago but⊠there is absolutely nothing wrong with striving for perfection. And if anything, Iâm trying to save your reputation.â he choked at the accusation you were attempting to make, âOh yea! How are you going to get away with making that bold statement in front of the class, do a whole project on it, and then just⊠have it not be anything short of jaw dropping?â you didn't even wait for him to speak, âexactly. Your rep is on the line, I'm just the sorry person who got stuck with you.â You smirk, driving your ludacris point home while crossing your arms over your chest.Â
Scoffing, he leaned over and lightly shoved you, âwe got to choose are partners for this project! You chose to be with me!â his cry caused a chuckle to fall from your mouth as you readjusted yourself onto your pillow, âthat's neither here nor there.â you try your best snotty act as you stick your nose up in the air.
âOkay okay then, your grace, let us go over the powerpoint,â he jested along and gave you a slight bow.
After a quick runthrough, everything seemed spick and span, so the two of you became more relaxed and sunk into the larger floor pillows once again.Â
âSo⊠I noticed that you finally got something from your shop.â Sero gestured over to the other paper cup on the table. âI have never seen you with your own coffee before, why today?â
Your cheeks involuntarily began to heat up; the drink he was referring to was none other than the Love Me or Love Me Not. Usually, you never went out of your way to make it, but for the occasion, it was necessary. It was the last time you guys were going to meet up for the project and you just⊠had to know.Â
Let it be known, messing with love potions wasnât your forte, you preferred for everything romantic to be consensual and untampered with- that's why this brew in particular was one that you preferred out of all the ones that are out there. When made correctly, the person drinking it should be able to look at their crush (in person) and if the crush liked them back, then the drinker would get a fierce wave of goosebumps; if the person did not like them romantically, their head world ache for just a few minutes before going back to normal. Simple and effective, plus no one gets roughed up or drugged.
Not a single sip had been taken yet, you were on edge about the situation. This was the first time you had ever made it for yourself, and it was pretty nerve wracking to see if this man who you began harboring feelings for liked you the same.Â
Itâs surely gone cold by now but that wasnât going to stop you. âOh! Uh- I was just really craving this drink today.â You say lamely before bringing the cup to your lips and taking a gulp.Â
The smell of rose hit your nose before you could register the taste. The evenly sweet syrup paired with the strong espresso danced on your tongue before you swallowed it. You softly sighed, it tasted delicious. Another sip slipped past your lips.Â
A roll of relief cascaded through you when an intense wave of goosebumps rose on your poked at your skin, causing you to cough and sputter. Eyes going wide and squeezing shut as the coughs wracked through your body.Â
He likes you.
While coming down from your fit, you semi glance at Hanta who had almost instantly appeared by your side, patting and gently rubbing your back.Â
âIs there liquor in that?â He joked as he handed you your drink so you could have more liquid to ease your throat.
You shook your head after drinking some more and cracking a grin. It mightâve been too big of a smile for someone who just choked but you didnât care. Sero Hanta⊠likes you.Â
Unable to help it, you glance down at his lips only to realize how close he is. Your grin slowly drops, your heart pounding in your chest.
âCan I uh.. can I try your drink?â He says, face red with blush.Â
As you go to hand him your drink, he leans in and cups your jaw- causing your whole body to still, even your heart stopped to join the languor.
 He peaks his tongue out to softly lap up a drop that must have been on your lip, before capturing your lips with his.Â
It felt like your mind shut down, and all you can feel is how soft his lips are and how sweetly heâs kissing you. Almost hesitantly.Â
He pulls away in attempts to find your gaze to decipher how you felt about it.Â
Your breath is ragged as you look back at him- everything and nothing is going on in your head in that moment, unable to speak, until you see the goosebumps that coat his body.Â
Your heart thumps impossibly faster as you realize that not only does he like you⊠but he truly believes. He believes in the two of you, he believes in love, and he believes in magic.Â
Without another second to waste, you tackle him in a hug and find your lips on his in a way that you know youâll never get enough of.Â
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The cold nips at your nose just as big hands nip at your waist, causing you to let out a noise between a squeak and a gasp. A flash of soft black hair blurred your vision before cold lips meet yours. âHanta,â you sigh into the kiss before pulling away and giggling.Â
You were heading back to your apartment after a day shift at work, the sky already becoming darker because of the autumnal equinox.Â
âWhat are you doing? I thought I was gonna meet you at my place.â You say as your fingers intertwined and your step fell into pace with his. He pulled you closer so that you were basically leaning into him as you walked.
âYou know those chocolate and pumpkin scones you baked for me? The special ones?â He quietly moaned.Â
Your eyes go wide as he purposely guided your intertwined hands over his blatant bulge.
âHanta you werenât supposed to eat those until later, the spell usually kicks in within the next 30 minutes!â You giggle again.Â
A few weeks after you two started officially dating, you formally sat him down and explained everything you didn't when talking about your guysâ past- the memories of frolicking through tall grass and talking to your motherâs familiar, to getting your job at the cafe. He told you that it was a lot to take in, but never did he push you away. When he went to the cafe, he was more observant. Somewhere in the months between June and July, he slowly became more and more interested in the rituals you would do and the potions you would make. He wanted to start joining in. Now in October, he loves seeing your crystals around your house and all the different herbs you grow in the sills of your window. When he found out that you could bake magical pastries with certain herbs, he almost immediately asked you to bake him some. At first, it started as something simple like a sage and rosemary savory loaf that helped cleanse your pallet of any negative energy. Then it started becoming more and more intricate, and that's how the two of you ended up here.
 âI know but fuck-- I was hungry and they looked so good, and now Iâm hard and I need you.â he spoke lowly.Â
This was going to be fun.Â
The rest of the way, you were casually asking him things that shouldn't be heard in a public setting, âWhat is it you want to taste first, Hanta?â
âHow badly do you want to fuck me into the mattress? Hm? Have your big cock stretch me out?â
âWanna fill me up?â
By the time you both got to your apartment, there was no fumbling with the keys to get your door to open, you already had them out; getting through the door took three seconds tops. Next thing you know, your back was against the closest wall, your hands pulling at his tied up hair and scraping your nails against his scalp when the soft locks fell. One of his big hands lifted up a leg of yours and he groaned as he thrust upward against your heat.
âFuck-â he panted into the kiss before trailing down your neck, still holding up one leg while the other hand finds itself under your shirt, his fingers hot to the touch.Â
Releasing your leg and dropping to his knees, he looked up at you as he fumbled with the button of your pants. You lace your fingers in his hair, feeling him yank the material down your legs, tossing the one leg over your less dominant leg over your shoulder, and when a warm muscle hits your sopping clothed core, you pull his hair harder to apply more pressure.
âLook at me when I have you in my mouth, I wanna see how much you enjoy this.âÂ
You felt yourself clench, and apparently so did he, because a smirk grew on his lips. âOh, you like when I say things like that?â
âH-hanta, please.. '' your voice wavered before you sucked in a sharp gasp. He had a finger, then two inside of you in no time, the other hand keeping the underwear out of the way so his lips could wrap around your clit.
He was pumping in and out of you faster and faster, occasionally switching the pace to unbearably slow and when you would whine, heâd tilt his head up, mid lick, to throw you a teasing glance before picking up the pace. He bagan curling his fingers, hitting a spot that had your eyes rolling and with the pressure building up, it had you panting out a breathy repetitive stream of his name.Â
ââM gonna cum Hanta, hh-â you moaned out before clenching your eyes shut, your body involuntarily shaking above him. And right below you, he was ready to lick up everything you had to offer.
Holding you steady as he came up to kiss you, your juices still on his lips, âyou ready for me, sweetheart?â he asked when he pulled away. The short sobering moment hit as soon as he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, but after he tossed you onto the bed, the look he gave you as he was unbuttoning his pants drew your mind hazy again.
âCan't wait to pump you full of my cum, to have you a drooling mess because of my cock.â he huskily whispered, giving you so many delicious previews of how the night will go. âYou want that, pretty? Use your words.â he said as he crawled over to you and caged you in. The scent of cedar wood and citrus clouded your senses.
âYes please Hanta!â you whine, âwanna feel stuffed bâcause of your cum. Please fill me up--â you whimper out, cutting yourself off when you felt his leaky tip at your wet entrance.Â
Just like each time you two have been intimate, he guides himself slowly until he's in to the hilt of his pelvis, âshit, squeezing me so hard- c-an i move?â he moans out.Â
Unable to form coherent sentences, you frantically nod and squeak out, âyes!â
With your permission granted, he eases in a thrust before he starts snapping his hips into you.
âFuck, look at you, milking my cock so good-â he moaned, as he leaned in and kissed you. Each sharp thrust jolted you upwards, proving just how powerful his thrusts were. You threw your arms around his neck for the slight stability.
You began to let out little moans into the kiss that spurr him further; everything was beginning to get to him. How tight you felt around him, the feel of your tongue against his, the sloppy wet noises of your cunt.
âIâm gonna cum-- i'm gonna cum!â he choked out.Â
You clawed at his back while whimpering pleas for him to fill you up, âfill me up with your cum, your cock fills me so good, please Hanta, more- more!â
You were clenching around him hard, and to bring you right to his level, he found your puffy clit and began a quick circular motion that made your jaw go slack, causing more frequent clenches.
His mind blurred as he pushed himself the deepest he could, moaning out your name and a gruff curse before emptying himself into you.Â
You felt him twitch inside of you right before hot seed coated your already warm walls, and thatâs what pushed you into a convulsion of ecstasy.Â
He lazily humped his hips into you as you rode out your high before pulling out and rolling next to you.
Calling out your name to bring your attention to him, he pulls you into his chest where you could feel his racing heart, âwhat if⊠I started singing that song from hocus pocus? You know the one..âÂ
What a goof, you thought to yourself, playfully smacking his chest as you roll your eyes, looking up at him.Â
âI put a spell on you⊠and now you're mineâŠâ you begin to whisper, earning a hearty laugh from you boyfriend.
Maybe it was mutual, but quite possibly he had put a spell on you. And you were more than okay with it.
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Surprise (ii)
You and Pete had been hooking up casually for a while now, and he wants to surprise you on your birthday. (part ii)
Request: hi girl! I donât know if requests are still on or if youâd even consider it but if you do how about a bit of Coulson x reader x Pete I mean either smut or something fluffy hehe
Pete x Reader x Colson
Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing
Word Count: 1694
Read part i
âOh baby, weâre only getting started.â
The look on Colsonâs face was almost enough to make you cum for a second time that night.
The man pulled his belt off as you sat up, your lips finding Peteâs almost immediately. You moved so that he was lying down on the bed and you were on top of him. You could heel his hardness against your stomach, your breasts pressing against his chest as he took your lower lip between his teeth. One hand propped you up on the bed, the other traveled all over his familiar chest.
Colsonâs hands found your hips, sending electricity through you from where he touched. His fingers moved down to your core, collecting some of your juices to lube his fingers. You moaned against Peteâs lips as you felt one of his fingers press into your ass.
You and Pete had done anal a handful of times, and those times were some of the best sex youâd ever had. You could only assume that Pete had mentioned this to Colson.
Peteâs lips pulled away from yours, his hands running up and down your middle. âYou always look so beautiful on top of me, princess.â His whispered comment sent a blush to your cheeks and a smile to your lips. You connected yours to his once again, moaning into his mouth as Colson slowly pumped his finger into your hole.
Colson made fast work of you, loosening up the tight hole surprisingly quickly. You let out another moan as he added a second finger into you. His free hand laned on your hip, pulling your body into his as he thrust his fingers inside of you.
Soon enough, his fingers left you, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness. âBro where are your condoms?â Colson asked and you smiled against Peteâs lips before pulling away.
âI already put some on the bedside table.â Pete pointed at the table to your right, catching the foil that Colson threw at him.
You sat up, letting the boys roll the rubber over their members. Pete, who you were still straddling, let out a content sigh, looking up at you. âWhat?â You asked him, smiling. His eyes held so much adoration and love for you.
âYou are just absolutely breathtaking, you know that?â His eyes were taking in every detail of your body. Pete always told you how hot you were when you guys were fucking, but today was different.
You looked down, biting your lip, and trying to find the words to say. You couldnât think of anything, so you mumbled out a small âthank you.â You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, his molding into yours instantly.
You felt Colsonâs hands return to your hips so you propped yourself up with your hands next to Peteâs head. Peteâs hand traveled down, grabbing his length and pressing it against your core. âYou still want this?â He asked, his tip teasing your slit.
You nodded, âPeter if you donât fuck me right now-â You were cut off by his length pressing into you, slowly filling you up. You moaned at his size, looking down to see his eyes closed, head thrown back in pleasure. The site made you smirk.
His hands went to your hips, leading you up and down his length, slowly, letting you adjust to his size. Colson stood at the edge of the bed, hands travelling up your thighs, passing over your ass and landing close to where Peteâs were.
You felt his tip slowly press against your ass, a hum falling from you. You turned your head to look at the man behind you, his cock pressing further into your tight hole. His eyes found yours, his mouth falling open to form an âOâ as silent moans seemed to fall from his mouth.
Colson waited for you to adjust to him as Pete continued to thrust slowly in and out of you. Finally, Colson pulled his cock out of you, thrusting back into you soon after. A loud moan fell from your mouth as the two men slowly thrust into you, finding a steady pace.
Your boobs bounced as the men fucked you, a site for Pete to behold. You hummed as he reached up, taking them in his hand and massaging. Colsonâs hands were guiding your hips, the two cocks filling every inch of you.
Every thrust resulted in a whimper falling from your mouth, the two men sending pleasure throughout your body. âYouâre so fuckin good for us, angel.â Pete moaned, his thrusts getting sloppier. You could feel Colsonâs tip twitch inside of you too, and you knew the boys were close. You were too, the knot in your stomach tightening again.
âFuck you feel so good around me.â Colson moaned; his head thrown back in pleasure. You gasped as his thrusts got harder, pushing you closer and closer to another orgasm.
âFuck fuck fuck fuck.â You moaned, feeling yourself clench around Peteâs dick. A few more moments and you were sure youâd fall over the edge. One of Peteâs hands left your tit, moving down your body and stopping at your clit. He rubbed circles into the bundle of nerves, smirking as whines fell from your pretty mouth.
âI wanna feel you come around me, baby. You feel so good.â He groaned, throwing his head back against the sheets.
The feeling of two cocks fucking you, combined with Peteâs hands on your tit and clit, sent you spiraling into bliss. Your legs shook as your high washed over you, Pete and Colson following instantly. Their thrusts slowed down as the three of you rode out your orgasms together, breaths heavy.
Colson pulled out of you, moving to throw his condom away and clean himself up. You pulled yourself off of Pete, laying next to him on the bed. You stared at the ceiling, your heart rate slowly coming down. When you could finally control your breathing, you looked over at Pete, only to find his eyes already trained on you. âHappy birthday, princess.â He said, his voice breathy.
You smiled, leaning over to connect your lips in a passionate kiss. âThank you.â You whispered after pulling away. He smiled, pecking your lips quickly before standing up, going to clean himself up in the en suite bathroom. On his way there, he bent down to grab his shirt off the floor, giving you a nice view of his ass.
You bit your lip at the sight, appreciating his body. He turned around and chucked his shirt towards you. âTake a picture, itâll last longer.â He joked and you rolled your eyes. You sat up and pulled his shirt on over your head, loving the way it flowed down past your butt.
Colson walked back into the room, boxers now covering his manhood. He grabbed his jeans from the floor, pulling them up his legs as you blushed, turning your head away. âWe just fucked and youâre embarrassed to watch me put my jeans on? Really, Y/N?â He chuckled, causing you to blush even more.
âItâs different!â You covered your face with your hands, hiding your red cheeks. He walked over to you, now fully clothed (except for his shirt, which seemed not to exist), and grabbed your hands to uncover your face. He pulled you up so you were standing, his arms going around your waist and pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped yours around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to rest your head on his shoulder.
âHappy birthday.â He said, releasing you from his grip.
âThank you.â You mumbled, âAnd thank you for⊠that.â You dipped your head down, no longer able to meet his gaze.
He chuckled, stepping away from you and leaning against the wall. âYouâre welcome.â He smiled and you sat back down on the bed gently. Pete stepped out of the bathroom, boxers on and a damp washcloth in his hand. âI gotta go man but thank you.â Colson walked towards the door, stopping to give Pete one of those weird high five handshake things that guys do. âHappy birthday, Y/N!â
âSee you manâ Pete said as the older one left.
âBye Colson!â You called after him. Pete sat down on the bed next to you, hand going to rub your thigh gently.
You leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, which he happily returned. âLemme get you cleaned up, beautiful.â He mumbled against your lips. You nodded and moved so your legs were spread out on the bed, your back pressed against the headboard. Pete brought the washcloth up to your core, gently cleaning you up. He got up, throwing the cloth in the laundry bin and walking to his closet, where you had a drawer of spare clothes. He pulled out a pair of cotton panties and pajama shorts, smiling at how many clothes had ended up in his closet over the months.
He walked over to you, gently pulling the fabric up your legs. As much as you two had seen each other, this was the most intimate thing that had happened between you two. Pete settled himself next to you on the headboard, his arm reaching around your shoulders. You leaned further into him, scooting closer so your legs were touching. You turned your head to look up at him, admiring his features. He was so beautiful to you.
You leaned your head against his shoulder, a smile on your face. He turned to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips resting there. âSo, I was thinking.â He started, slightly nervous. âI know weâve been pretty casual about things, but maybe I could take you to post-birthday brunch?â You lifted your head off of his shoulder, smile growing wider.
âPete Davidson, are you asking me on a date?â You giggled, feeling giddy.
âUh, yeah. I am, or trying to.â His voice was very unsure, his eyes looking at anything except yours.
You turned towards him, grabbing his face in your hands and pulling him in for a deep kiss. âI would love to go on a date with you.â
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Grady's Homecoming
âGrady! You always talk about beinâ fucked. Fuckinâ all âese German women, you got a woman waitinâ for you?â Bibleâs voice crackles through the headset.
Gradyâs mind travels to you. You were at home in Arkansas, probably keeping the farm afloat while he fought for your safety. He played the ladiesâ man role well these days, because he never wanted anyone to know about you; to hurt you.
âGrady Paul Travis! Git over here!â you shouted as you chased him through the yard. He remembered this memory well; you chasing him around with a wooden spoon in your hand.
âThatâs a mighty fine pie, maâam!â He shouted to egg you on, begging you to keep chasing him. His path lead you through the yard, over a couple fences into muddy, sloppy pens and finally into the barn where he hid from you.
âGrady, hunny, come on out. I ainât gonna hurt ya.â You called, looking over the hay bales. He had watched you creep through that barn with that spoon at the ready. When he finally could land, he dropped from the hay loft and rolled you into a straw bale. You screeched and smacked his back with that wooden spoon, but he just roared with laughter.
âYou make the best pecan pies, my beautiful lady. You also make the best wife.â He smiled, kissed your cheek with a loving smile.
âYer damn right I do, Grady Paul Travis. You had to stick your grubby little paws into my pie.â You had hissed, letting him pepper your face with kisses as he rolled to keep you from being stabbed with straw. âHunny? I love you.â You drawled, putting down the spoon on the bench and laying across his body fully.
âI love you too, baby.â He cooed, kissing your face and hugging you against him as his lips got lost with yours on a grand adventure that lead to his dirty, oil covered hands sliding up into your work gown and massaging your breasts. You careened into him and gripped his curls tight in your fists.
âGrady! Grady get down! Jesus christ!â Bibleâs voice brings back from his daydream and he ducks hard into the tank.
âGrady are you with us now?â Don shouts, grabbing his coat collar.
âYe-yeah. Yeah sorry.â He coughs, tears almost spilling over his cheeks.
âGrady, you okay buddy?â Norman calls, looking up at the Coon-Ass with a sad, sorry look in his eyes.
âYeah, Iâm fine, dammit.â He barks, scrubbing away the tears.
Once they get into the crossroads, Grady and Norman head into the building near there and search for parts.
âGrady, listen. Whatever happened back there--â he grabs Norman around the neck and drives him against the wall.
âNothing happened.â He spits through his clenched teeth. Raising his hands up, Grady lets go and heads to keep looking. âI do got a lady back home. I try not to think about her because she fucks me up. But yeah, sheâs my world. Iâm sorry you lost your German girl back there, I really am. If I could 'a saved her I woulda. But I couldnât.â He offers, toeing at the dirt.
âThanks Grady.â He huffs, deflating the breath heâd been holding.
âDonât thanks me. I ainât do nothinâ.â He shakes his head as he turns and starts out the door.
After the dust and blood settled, troops came to the Fury teamâs rescue. Not single Fury member was dead, wounded, yes. But dead? No. It was a miracle and Bible babbled about it the whole way back as the troopers told them they were heroes. Grady didnât care to feel like a hero, he hurt and he was ready to see his lady. Itâd been a long four years, a few letters, but a long time since heâd seen your face.
âYou guys are gettinâ patched up and sent home. You canât fight in the shape youâre in.â The man had said. Tears filled Gradyâs eyes then, as he knew heâd get to see you.
âA broke wing and pure heart, Mister Ass, you get to go home and find you some American ass, aye?â Don cheers, and Grady just nods, giving a wave to him.
âIâmma go home anâ kiss my woman hard and fuck âer hard too.â The three men from the Fury, Don, Bible, and Gordo, all looked to Grady with wide eyes.
âYour woman?â Bible asks, looking to his best friend with shock.
âYeah. Iâm a taken man, Boyd.â He chuckles, patting the man on the knee.
âSo all this talk about fuckinâ these German women, and you never fucked one did ya?â He asks, punching him in the shoulder. Grady only shakes his head.
The men board the air carrier that flew them into the depths hell and they all hoop and holler as they lift into the air.
âThey say the warâs all but done anymore. You boys did a hell of a job out there.â The pilot talks over the intercom as they fly over open water.
âI canât wait to take a fuckinâ shower.â
âI canât wait to sleep in a bed.â
âI canât wait to find me a woman.â
âI canât wait to see my woman.â
Each man had a different dream, but all the same, they all were excited to go home.
âWardaddy, Gordo, Coon-Ass, War Machine, I never wanna hear those names again.â Bible cheers as the plane gets close to landing. Women, children, and even men waited cheering as the plane dropped to the ground. The five Fury survivors of war hug tightly, and go their separate ways.
âGrady Paul Travis? Have you seen him? Heâs tall, busted up crooked nose, cute, dumb smile, have you seen him? They told me heâd be on this flight.â Bibleâs head whips around and his eyes lock with Gradyâs as the woman shoves a photo into Bibleâs face. Heâs sees Bibleâs finger point to him and he ducks, his heart racing. He hadnât seen you in four years, he didnât even think youâd be here, but he heard you calling for him. When you come around the corner where Bible had pointed you, you donât see anyone you recognize until you see the man of your dreams rise to his feet above the crowd and you give a screech, letting into a dead run through the crowd, across the lot and springing into his arms.
âEven with a busted wing, he caught her.â Don chuckles to the crew, watching on for a moment as Mister Ass himself sinks to the ground holding this petite little woman against his big, blocky frame like she was the last ass heâd ever see.
âWow, crazy huh?â Gordo states, his hispanic accent poking through. âMister Ass had a girlfriend this whole time. They watch a moment longer as she slides a ring from her neck onto his finger.
âIâll be damned. Mister Ass is a married man.â Bible laughs.
No closer as you got in the door, Grady was driving you into the couch, tugging off your dress as fast as he could.
âI promise, slow later, baby. But fast now.â He grunts, shimmying from his pants. Grabbing his throbbing cock, he gives you a sweet smile and you nod, nails digging into his shoulders as you wiggle your hips closer to him. He slides into you and and rams in deep.
âGrady!â You shriek, nails digging harder into his shoulders as he fucks you hard against the sofa.
âYes baby. I love you. I love you. I love you. I misâd ya so much. Shit baby, yes.â He grunts, feeling himself twitch inside you as your walls constrict around his cock.
âGrady. Grady, yes. Please.. Iâm so close. Câmon baby.â You encourage, ramming your hips up to meet his in sloppy thrusts. He leans down, hugging you tight against him as his thrusts get sloppier.
âI love you.â He sobs, cumming as you roll your hips into his once more, orgasming blissfully in his cock. He grabs you tight, holding you against him as he sobs hard against you. âIâm so sorry, baby. Iâll never leave you again.â He assures, his cock still in you as his arms grip tight against you so hard you gasp for breath. You love every minute of him holding you, pressing infinite kisses to your bare skin as he holds you.
âI love you too, Grady. I love you, baby. I love you.â You whisper, gripping his arms.
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Wisdom With Age
Follow-up to Leo getting his wisdom teeth out: itâs Loopsâ turn! Hope you enjoy :) Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!
TW for dental work, wisdom teeth removal, anesthesia, and surgery (mentioned)
Sirius carefully, but firmly, set his hand on Remusâ knee to stop it from bouncing. âSorry,â Remus muttered, then immediately began worrying at the hem of his old t-shirt.
âOkay,â Sirius said under his breath, turning in his seat and taking both of Remusâ hands in his own. âSweetheart, look at me.â
âI donât like this,â Remus muttered as his eyes flickered up to Siriusâ face. âHoney, I really donât like this.â
âI know, but you have to do it.â
âWhy? Theyâre my teeth, itâs my mouth, and is it such a bad thing if I donât want people poking around in it?â The leg started bouncing again. âI mean, humans survived for thousands of years with their wisdom teeth, andâand teeth serve a lot of very important purposes besides chewing. This could fuck up my ears, and my hearingââ
âRemus.â
He swallowed hard and clenched his jaw.
Sirius began tracing slow circles over his knuckles. âYou know better than anyone why this is important, and itâs dangerous to keep them in any longer than you already have. I totally respect that youâre freaked out right now, but youâve got to calm down. These guys do this all the time.â
âThere are always exceptions.â
Yes, I know, Iâve been thinking about all those scenarios for the past two weeks. âAnd you wonât be one of them. How long did you spend finding this place, again?â There was a beat of silence. âRe.â
âFour hours,â he muttered.
âExactly. You did your research.â Remusâ eyes wandered up to the clock and his grip tightened when he saw how little time was left until their appointment. Distraction, distractionââTell me why you chose this place.â
That got his attention. âWhat?â
âYou spent four hours sifting through dentistsâ offices online, right? Tell me why this one stood out to you.â
âUm. Well, I guess it was just a combination of things. They have really good ratings and this is where Leo got his out, which went well. He was on his feet within a week, which was impressive. The equipment is good quality andââ
âRemus Lupin?â
âOh, fuck me.â The nurse raised her eyebrows at him, and he flushed deep red as Sirius hid a smile in his shoulder. âSorry, sorry. Hi, thatâs me. Remus Lupin. IâmâŠa little nervous.â
Her face softened as she walked over. âThatâs perfectly normal. We have a little bit of paperwork for you to look over and then weâll get started. Is this the person who will be driving you home?â
âThatâs me. How long will it take?â
âOh, an hour or so. Not long.â She handed Remus a pen before turning back to Sirius. âWe do these procedures all the time, so thereâs nothing to worry about. The surgery is quick and easy.â
Remusâ hand skidded across the page on the word âsurgeryâ and Sirius squeezed his thigh gently as he took a trembling breath. âThank you for doing this on such short notice,â Sirius said with a smile while Remus read. âWe really appreciate it.â
âWhy does this have to be so important?â Remus mumbled as he signed the last page.
The nurse shrugged. âHuman bodies are funny things.â
He snorted. âTell me about it.â
âAre you a doctor?â
âI was a physical therapist for six years,â he said, handing the clipboard back to her. âUnfortunately, that means I know exactly why putting this off for so long was a bad idea.â
âI donât know about a bad idea.â The nurse tilted her head to the side. âYou still came in to do it before there were any problems, right? That seems pretty smart to me, and very brave.â
âSheâs right,â Sirius said quietly, knocking their shoulders together. âYouâve got this, mon loup.â
The nurse waited patiently while he took a few deep breaths before standing up and hugging Sirius tight around the chest. âYouâll be here, right?â
âIâm not going anywhere.â He gave him a gentle kiss on the lips and the inside of his wrist. âGo get âem, tiger.â
The tension returned to Remusâ shoulders as he followed the nurse out of the lobby; Sirius sat down and grabbed a magazine to distract himself for the next hour.
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Twenty minutes later, the nurse came back out. Sirius stood up immediately as fear bolted through his chest. âIs everything okay?â
âEverythingâs fine,â she soothed, taking the seat next to his with a sigh. âThere was a bit of trouble getting him to fall asleep, though.â
âOh?â Sirius tried to keep his voice neutral as he sat down, but even he could tell it didnât work that well.
She gave him an amused look. âYour boy is stubborn. We get nervous people all the time, but he seemed to have a personal vendetta against our anesthesiologist. The countdown usually lasts three seconds, maximum, but I made it all the way down to five before he was out.â
âBut heâs okay?â
âHeâs just fine.â She patted his hand.
âHeâs been avoiding this for about four years now.â
âReally?â
âYep. Hates hospitals and dentists, but still got a medical degree.â Sirius huffed. âHis mom threatened to drive here from Wisconsin and drag him in by the ear if he didnât schedule it soon.â
The nurse smiled. âYouâd be surprised by how many young folks we get in here shaking in their boots. Itâs really not that bad of a procedure, but all you hear about are the times it went wrong.â
Sirius hummed in agreement. âIs it normal to be nervous for him?â
âYes.â
âThatâs good.â
âLots of people cry while theyâre waiting, though I havenât quite figured out why. Feel free to do some wailing if you think itâll help.â
âIâll pass, but thank you for the offer,â Sirius laughed. There were a few heartbeats of comfortable silence before he spoke again. âI donât like the idea of him being in there all alone.â
âOh, honey, nobody does.â She gave his hand a quick squeeze. âWe always want to be there for the ones we love. Boyfriend?â
âFiancĂ©.â
âWhenâs the wedding?â
âThis summer.â He smiled to himself. âIâm really excited.â
âHow long have you been together?â
âWeâve known each other for six years or so, but weâve only been dating for one.â
They chatted back and forth, and Sirius felt his nerves melt away as the conversation turned to Harry, then Regulus and Jules, until a tall man in a white coat poked his head into the lobby. âDo we have a companion for Remus Lupin in here?â
Sirius raised his hand. âThatâs me.â
âCome on back, he just woke up.â
The dentistâs office smelled different than a hospital, which Sirius was grateful for. Remus wouldnât like waking up with the scent of rubbing alcohol all around him. The walls were painted a cheerful yellow with various murals for the younger patientsâeach room had its own name tag with stickers.
âRemus?â The doctor knocked on the door as he opened it. âWeâve got someone here for you.â
âHmm?â Remus blinked sleepily at them from the table; his face was puffy from anesthesia and gauze.
âHey, Re,â Sirius said, taking his hand and rubbing it between his own. âAre you ready to go home?â
Remus squinted at him for a long moment. âDid it hurt?â he asked.
âDid what hurt?â
A smile twitched at the edges of his mouth. âWhen you fell from heaven. Hiya, handsome, Iâm Remus.â
âOh my fucking god.â Sirius looked back at the doctor, who was hiding his laughter in his hand.
âHereâs your aftercare sheet,â he said, pushing the wheelchair a little closer and handing Sirius a piece of paper. âCan you get him outside by yourself?â
Sirius nodded. âIt might take some manhandling, but Iâll be fine.â
âDamn right, youâre fine,â Remus snorted.
âMerde,â Sirius muttered. âAlright, you shameless flirt, can you sit up by yourself?â
Remus winked at him, though it was more like a slow blink. âMight take some manhandling. Whatâs your name, angel?â
âWouldnât you like to know.â
He shrugged as Sirius helped him clamber into the wheelchair. âI need something to yell.â
âHoly shit, Re!â Sirius spluttered, nearly steering him straight into the cupboards in surprise. âYou canât just say that in the middle of a dentistâs office!â
Remus frowned and glanced around the room. âIs that where I am?â
âYes!â
âI donât like dentists. Or hospitals. Super fuckinâ creepy.â
âYes, I know.â The hall was mostly empty, thank god. âYouâve told me.â
âHave we met before?â Remus stared up at him and nearly went crosseyed. âYouâre being so nice to me.â
âWeâve known each other for six years.â
âHuh. I really hope weâre dating, because thereâs no way Iâm passing up a chance to tap that.â
âYou know, Leo was incredibly sweet when his wisdom teeth got taken out,â Sirius sighed as they went down the next corridor. âHe called Finn âprettyâ and then only wanted cuddles for a few days. You, on the other hand, were apparently so stubborn that they had to spend twenty minutes putting you to sleep, and now youâre hitting on me like a drunk frat boy.â
âI can call you pretty if you want.â Sirius stopped walking as Remus reached up to trail a surprisingly steady hand down his cheek; some of the flirty mischief was replaced by awe. âYou really are beautiful. Whatâs your name? For real this time, I want to know.â
âSirius.â
âLike the star.â The corners of Remusâ eyes crinkled. âBrightest one in the sky. It fits.â
âJust for that, Iâm going to let you in on a secret,â Sirius said as they neared the exit.
âOh?â
âWeâre engaged.â
âWhat?â
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Hiii bestie!!! Could you write about y/n being in danger and gang Harry gets all worried and scared (of course) and saves her. (I love your stories so much)
warning: violence, blood, guns
Harry was waiting for YN at home after she was going to the store to buy tampons (he offered to go but he normally bought the wrong kind).
Heâs watching a game of football as he also continuously glances at the clock - keeping time of how long sheâs been gone.
After twenty-five minutes, he gets a bit impatient, he wanted to start their movie night (sue him sometimes he liked cute romantic shit).
When he rings her mobile, it picks up after the first ring, and what he hears next sends a straight chill down his spine.
âWe were waiting for you to call, Diablo,â A gruff, smokey voice rasps through the speaker of his wifeâs phone.
His heart fucking drops but anger takes over in mere seconds as heâs off the couch and storming to their secret weapons room through a hidden passageway.
âWhat the fuck do yâcunts want?â Harry hisses furiously, unsure of who exactly this voice belongs to on the other end.
He hears a whimper in the background. Heâd know that sound anywhere - usually he heard it when she was underneath him but right now it sounded pained and scared.
âIf you fuckinâ hurt - I guarantee you that your whole family will be dead by tomorrow,â Harry promises, pushing down the panic as he grabs a duffel to begin shoving a shotgun and assault rifle in.
His desert eagle was tucked in his waistband already - were it always sat.
On his burner phone, he manages to text and send out the GPS location of where his wife is at - idiots most likely donât know that he has a tracker on her phone.
There was also a GPS tracker embedded in the âHâ necklace she always wore right behind the three small diamonds so no one would ever be able to spot it.
âBusiness. We know you have a shipment going into the South Bay at midnight. Rumor has it you have 6 million pounds of coke on their,â The man replies.
Bingo.
Harry automatically realizes that this dude is a fucking idiot and fell for a diversion tactic - that shipment was being delivered on the other side of the city at three in the morning.
He didnât get to be the most dangerous, successful gang leader without his own skills and manipulation of his own.
Harry always had to try to pick off the rats and snitches in his gang because people like to squeal for money and drugs.
Every opportunity he got, he told a couple of his rookie members fake information to see if theyâd betray him.
It looks like someone was given fake information that Harry had fed two newer members earlier in the week.
âWhy the fuck would yâidiots just sneak attack? Why the fuck dâyou have my wife?â Harry snarls, getting a influx of text from his associates stating theyâre on their way.
âWe were actually going to be nice, just hold her until you agree - not hurt her, you know? But your little bitch managed to kill two of my men before we could wrangle her.â
Thatta girl.
God, he really fucking loved his wife and had no fear of putting his on life on the line to protect her - would take a bullet for her any day.
âI canât wait tâfind you and torture you until youâre begging for me to just put you out of your misery,â Harry promises, his heart pounding, vein protruding from his forehead.
âYou really shouldnât threaten me when I have this pretty little number of yours tied up to a chair with a gun to her head,â The man laughs with amusement, âIâll have you talk to her now.â
Harry hears the man bark at YN, âSpeak bitch!â
âHe-hello?â YN whimpers pathetically, âBaby, I need help.â
And it sounds wrong - but relief flushes through him at the sound of her pleas. It was completely an act because itâs not truly how she sounds when sheâs scared.
âBrat, yâfaking it right now right?â Harry makes sure, getting onto the interstate - uncaring of stop signs and red lights.
âYes. Yes, come get me. Yes, baby,â YN continues and god, she could win an Oscar for her performance and it really shouldnât get him hard right now.
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When he pulls up to a brick building that looks abandoned, his men are already shooting with visible bodies collapsed on the floor.
Harry yanks his favorite assault rifle out of his trunk, tugging the strap over his head, and positioning it as he strides forward.
âBoss, we havenât cleared it completely. You canât go in yet,â Niall informs him as he reload quickly, breathing heavy.
âI donât fuckinâ care. My wifeâs in there,â Harry snaps, quickly taking out the last two visible men before he is able to step through the door.
He is about to turn a corner and a man steps out from behind it - Harry doesnât hesitate to lay his heavily-clad ringed knuckles straight into his face knocking him down before landing one fatal shot.
When he steps into a bare, musky old basement - his beautiful wife is tied to a chair, ropes keeping her arms tied behind her, and a cloth in her mouth.
ââBout time you showed up,â The rival states, standing behind his wife with a gun running along her skin.
Sheâs still in her holey tee shirt and biker shorts with white sneakers that were blood sodden like her clothing.
Harry illuminates pure fury when his gaze meets her - but her eyes are twinkling like she knows something he doesnât.
He noticed that there was a high concentration of blood near her left side and that the fabric was torn - he had cut her and she was bleeding.
But she spits out the rag, rasping out to her husband in a teasing tone, âTook you long enough, dickhead,â before sheâs slipping her hands from the restraints that she had gotten out of in mere minutes.
Her hand goes right for the manâs crotch - taking him by complete surprise, he hunches over and YN is able to get off the chair and knee him straight in the nose.
âSâyour turn now,â YN replies, âI need to bandage this to stop the bleeding - itâs just superficial.â
Harry doesnât remember much from that point on beside the fact that he pulled that manâs teeth out one by one and just as he had told him - by the time Harry was done with him heâd being begging for death.
And boy did he beg for Harry to just end it because Harryâs torture methods was worse than being dead to the world.
After heâs done, he nods at his men to clean up the mess, and finds his wife instantly, intertwining their hands and assuring her, âIâll stick yâup when we get home.â
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YNâs sat on their bathroom countertop in nothing but a clean pair of underwear after Harry had gently bathed her dirt and blood away.
She had quieted, the confidence and adrenaline having faded off, and she lets out a loud whimper when he begins to thread the needle through her tender, swollen skin.
âMâsorry, my queen,â Harry apologizes sympathetically as he threads through to close up the wound.
âHurts,â His wife hisses with a crack in her voice, hands resting on his bare shoulders as he concentrates on her side.
âItâs done, did sâgood baby,â He murmurs encouragingly, disposing of the items before cupping her jaw, âHow are yâfeelinâ?â
âIâm fine,â She replies instantly, swallowing and avoiding his gaze.
âYouâre not okay and thatâs okay,â Harry reminds her, chest hurting when tears start to dribble down her cheeks.
âI was scared,â She whispers, âAnd all I wanted was you.â
âBaby, baby fuckinâ look at me,â Harry urges, tilting her chin up and hands coming to massage at her thighs, âMâsorry I wasnât there right away, I fucking would die for you.â
It was amazing how much YN changed Harry.
-
Jaymee was a really sweet girl, bright puppy dog eyes and a wide smile with cherub cheeks, âThat was amazing,â she had giggles after Harry rolls off of her.
âGet the fuck out now,â He dismisses, swinging his legs off the bed and pulling on his briefs.
Her face drops, âButâŠwe just? I thought tha-â
Harry cuts her off there, crushing the cute girlâs dreams when he scoffs, âYâthought what? I didnât want anything from you but your cunt. I donât cuddle or give a single fuck - so get the fuck out.â
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âYouâre my soulmate, fuckinâ crazy with how gone I am for you,â Harry follows the sentence but a line of kisses across her breasts and collarbones.
âPlease, need it,â YN requests lowly, hand coming to tangle into his curls and lead him to her breast to suck at her hard nipple.
âYâside, brat,â Harry reminds her, âLet just lay yâout, make yâcome, and then we can cuddle, okay?â
And he does, spread her out on their bed, licks deep into her until sheâs quivering with pleasure, and then tucks her right into his chest and he soothes her to sleep.
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Just felt like writing some mikototsu fluff
He has to let Totsuka go. He needs to let Totsuka go. He needed to chase him away because only being around someone like Mikoto was going to get him killed. He needed to hurt him enough so he'd leave, even if it would rip him apart watching him walk away.
And yet he can't bring himself to even tell Totsuka to leave. Especially not when he's curled up in his arms as they lay together in bed. Especially not when he's got that sweet face of his that Mikoto adores. And especially not when they kiss, those sweet lips of his could bring Mikoto to his knees. Mikoto Suoh loves Tatara Totsuka, and not even the man himself could stop his heart from loving Tatara so dearly.
Every now and then, Mikoto would watch Totsuka sleep, and that sleeping face brought him peace, knowing Totsuka was safe in his arms -- and would prevent Mikoto from hurting others with just being there beside him. Totsuka chased his nightmares away whenever they slept together like this. He'd brush Totsuka's hair back from his face and lean in, pressing his lips ever so gently to the other's forehead as to not wake him. Yet Tatara stirs anyways and Mikoto freezes, watching him slip closer against his chest and groan as if he were waking up.
"Mm..." He flings his arm over Mikoto's waist. "King..." Mikoto would still his hand, it being still on Totsuka's face, watching the other move a bit before he'd tilt his head up to look at him with a small and tired smile. "Hey."
"Did I wake you up?" Tatara shakes his head slightly before snuggling against Mikoto further.
"Nn, no... I was waking up anyways. Looks like we're gonna be awake together." Totsuka would yawn and hum as Mikoto moved his hand down to his back. "King, are you okay?"
"Huh?"
"You're awake. You're never usually awake at such a dark time." Mikoto almost chuckled at that, having spent that last few nights falling asleep to watching Totsuka sleep so peacefully. It's not that Mikoto couldn't sleep because of the burden that came with being a King, but because of the rather beautiful boy that's been sleeping beside him as of late.
"Mm, I'm fine." He couldn't tell Tatara he watches him when he sleeps. His pride wouldn't allow it. Especially when he knew Totsuka would totally tease him about it later on.
Totsuka adjusts himself so he's now face to face with Mikoto, still tired but concern now written on his face. "King--" Mikoto kisses him to shut him up, wanting to almost groan at the ever so soft lips that he's always loved kissing with his own chapped ones. Shit.
"...It's cause of you, brat." He'd grumble against Totsuka's lips, his hand now threading through the other's soft hair strands.
"I'm sorry." Tatara tangles his fingers in Mikoto's shirt. "Am I snoring?"
Mikoto sighs at the pout that now covered Totsuka's face whenever he felt bad. "I love you." Was all Mikoto responds with before Totsuka lets out a whine at the lack of an answer to his question. He'd push Totsuka on his back before crawling over him, now propped up on his elbows and knees, his face inches away from Totsuka's.
"Too fuckin' pretty."
"H-huh?" Tatara's eyes widen a bit at this.
"Too pretty for your own good. Can't sleep cause of that face of yours." Totsuka sputters, now completely flustered. Mikoto almost snickers at the cute response, his thumb stroking Totsuka's cheek. "..And cute." He'd mumble before kissing Totsuka again, slipping his hand underneath his pajama shirt as he slips his tongue into Totsuka's mouth, drawing out a soft moan from the other. Totsuka would arch into his touch, clinging to Mikoto's shirt.
Yea, Mikoto definitely can't ever let Totsuka go. Especially not with those sweet pleads that leave his hips when the two intertwine and the clinging he does as he draws Mikoto closer. Mikoto Suoh loves Tatara Totsuka too much, and he was sure it was going to be the death of him one day.
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Mirrors
Prelude - Haha Hi I've never done anything quite like this or this long (like 5k bich) but I am THORSTy and Iâve been sitting on these asks for so long Iâm so sorry. ALSO to the ppl sending me the sweet gentle asks about my blog guess what??? I would D I E for you legit I read one of them this morning I almost teared up. I havenât cried (Except for like (TW) s*ui*ide cry lol those donât count) since like??? last year?? no joke.Â
ANYWHO idk how to write a praise kink so I went with like, insecurity? but then Kiribaku likes makes the reader just melt cause they keep praising her and they bring it out during nasty times and she's GONE yeeted off the earth it makes her so hot and wet lol.
Pairing - Kiribaku X Reader
Prompt -Â
Warnings - NSFW!!!! Dirty talk, my best effort at a praise kink, mirror stuff, ummmm mentions of kidnapping. DUB-CON big time, maybe technically even noncon cause reader DOES NOT want it but has just. resigned herself to being a plaything.
Music -Â https://youtu.be/STO4-8vkG0UÂ
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âWhat the fuck did you just say?â
You couldnât meet Bakugouâs eyes. HIs gaze was so intense, eyes so passionate and fierce. You were so embarrassed, aware of Kirishimaâs gaze fixed on your form from where he was seated in the armchair. Â
âI-IâŠâŠ.. donât like itâŠ. when you talk like thatâŠ.â
âFuckinâ what?â Bakugou barked, his brows knitting in confusion. Â
âWhat do you mean, baby?â Kiri stood, moving to sit next to Bakugou on the couch so he could see your face.
You wiggled around uncomfortably in your spot on the floor, Â where you were kneeling between Bakugouâs feet. Â Kirishima had made some comment, something about how pretty you looked being so sweet for Bakugou. You were literally just sitting there, but Kiri thought you worthy of praise
âItâs not trueâŠâŠ Iâm not-my body doesnât look nice and I justâŠ.. every time you guys say stuff about me, all I can think of is how bad I look.â  It was hard to choke out the words, your face flushing red as your eyes filled with tears. You were so embarrassed, having to explain your insecurities to your kidnappers. It was bad enough that they dressed you up in slinky outfits, booty shorts and thin shirts that were almost see-through. You hated it, hated the way it made you feel, hated the way it made you look. It was humiliating.
âWell thatâs a bunch of bullshit. I donât go around saying shit unless itâs true.â Bakugou glared down at you. He seemed angry that you would even have that view of yourself, the foot resting on the floor by your hip beginning to tap in agitation.Â
Kirishima scooted closer so he could reach you, his hand coming up to stroke your hair. âWe mean what we say. Youâre beautiful, such a good, obedient little girl for us.â
âNo, no - please donât say that kind of stuff!â Â You were getting worked up now, tears falling freely as you hugged your arms around your body. Kirishima shared a look with Bakugou, the two men quickly deciding to drop the conversation and move on to something else.
âTch, whatever. Câmereâ Â Bakugou patted his leg, prompting you to shuffle out of your kneeling position and onto his lap. You would rather not, but you knew what resistance would result in, and youâd prefer not having to nurse a sore bottom and mild burns for the next few days. Bakugou wrapped an arm loosely around your waist, tugging you closer to him on his lap. Kiri still petted your hair, pressed up against the blond manâs side as he smiled at you.
âItâs fine baby, calm down. Maybe one day youâll see what we see.â Without leaving any room for you to argue, Kirishima planted a quick smooch on your forehead before rising from the couch. âDo you two have any preferences for dinner? I was thinking we could order something from that yakisoba place, remember Bakugou? The one Mina recommended.â
âYeah, go for it. They have any spicy shit?â
Tuning them out, you swiped at your tears, trying to reel yourself back into a steady emotional state. You feel so weak these days, both physically and emotionally. Being held captive by the two men had worn you down, made you prone to teary outbursts. You held no control - your daily routine dictated by the men from the first day they had snatched you from your home. You were reluctant to obey, had even fought them at first, but you quickly realized it was easier (and less painful) to just do what they wanted. Â
Fighting was useless.
ââ
Weeks had passed since your little outburst. Unfortunately, Bakugou and Kirishima werenât willing to give up praising you every chance they got.  You had an inkling suspicion that they had upped the amount of comments they made about you ever since that day, enjoying watching you squirm and your face go bright red. It made you blush, yes. Made your heart beat a little faster, made you flounder for words if you were in the middle of speaking. But you just feltâŠ.. shame when they praised you.Â
They lauded you for your obedience, how compliant you were for them. Kiri would ask you to sit down and wait at the table while he answered the door (âdonât make a sound baby.â), and you did. Bakugou would have you sit in his lap while playing video games, and you tried youâre best not to squirm. It made you almost feel sick inside, how quickly you had adjusted to being their âgood girlâ. You just wanted to please, didnât want them angry at you.
What really made you blush was when they would strip you down, bend you over the nearest surface. Theyâd be fucking into you, fondling your body while whispering compliments in-between kisses. You never felt âbeautifulâ nor âdeliciousâ, no matter how many times they told you otherwise. It was especially humiliating when one of them would take you on the bed, the other watching. You always wanted to hide, shield away your body from their prying eyes, but they never let you.
You just didnât get it, didnât understand what they saw when they looked at you. Staring into the bathroom mirror, all you saw were your imperfections, your insecurities. Â It was shameful, pathetic. You felt entirely unworthy of the attention and love you were being showered with.
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The boys had seemed more⊠energetic today, Kirishima almost seeming to bounce with each step, Bakugou smiling gently at you. It made you nervous. It made you even more nervous when Bakugou took his leave, giving both you and Kirishima a quick peck on the lips before going out the door. It was a weekend, and you knew that both men didnât have work today. You tried asking Kirishima where Bakugou was going, but all you got out of him was a laugh and âDonât worry about it! Heâs gonna do a little bit of shopping.â
Well, at least that eased your mind a tiny bit.
You didnât have much time to dwell on it though, Kirishima herding you into the basement. Â It was the their home gym, filled with weights and machines that kept the two men strong and fit, and you werenât usually allowed down there. If you were, it was because both of the men were present, and they could watch you while they worked out (you knew that they liked showing off for you, even if they didnât admit it.).
But today Kiri wasnât going down there to work out. Once the two of you made it down the steps, Kiri was pulling an exercise bench over, instructing you to lay down on it, belly up. Â You did what he said.
ââKay, Iâm gonna go upstairs to get some stuff. I want your shorts off by the time I get back, alright baby?â
You nodded.
Sighing, you shimmied your shorts down as he left. You never had to worry about underwear - they never let you wear it unless you were on your period. You knew vaguely what direction this was going in, and had already resigned yourself to getting fucked silly by the redhead. It was practically useless trying to resist.
When he came back, you were surprised. He had rope andâŠâŠ a Hitachi. That was new. In the short time youâd been living with them, you had gotten used to their habits when they fucked you. Neither man was too interested in toys,  preferring to stimulate you manually, so this was an unwelcome surprise.
âMmhm, you look so sexy baby.â Kiri kneeled down next to you, before peeling apart your thighs. He grinned at you, shark teeth flashing, before snatching up the Hitachi wand, pressing it directly against your pussy. You didnât like where this is going.Â
He didnât turn it on, instead reaching for the rope that he had brought down. The redhead began wrapping it around your thighs, lifting your legs to encircle them with the rope. It took a few minutes, which were tense, silent as you watched him work. Â He made sure to also circle the rope around your hands and torso, anchoring your arms by your side. When Kiri was finished, you were trapped, unable to move your legs, to even simply part them an inch. The Hitachi wand was still directly on your pussy, snug and unmoving. It rubbed against your clit, making you bite your lip at the delicious friction. Â Kirishima gave you a flashy smile, turning to ruffle your hair. Distantly you noticed he didnât have a shirt on.
âAlright babe, weâre gonna have some fun while we wait for Katsuki. You know what this is?â He tapped the wand nestled between your legs.
âItâsâŠ. Itâs a vibrator.â You managed, throat suddenly dry.
Kirishima seemed to beam even brighter. âYeah! Iâm gonna turn it on, let you have your fun. But you gotta tell me before you cum, okay? Think you can do that?â
A quick nod from you and the vibrator buzzed to life between your legs, Kirishima not in the mood to dawdle. Your back arched off the bench at the sensation, the pleasure quick and intense. Kirishima stayed kneeling beside you, watching you writhe as he changed the speed of the wand.Â
It didnât take long for you to cry out, âKirishima, Iâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum!â, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. It made your shirt stick to your chest, accentuate the heaving of your breasts as panted. Right before you orgasmed though, Kiri flipped the off switch, the vibrations cutting off and leaving you hanging. Your eyes shot open, confusion furrowing youâre brow.
âWha-Kiri? What?â
The redhead smirked, pressing a hand to your tummy to prevent you from moving against the wand, desperate for more stimulation, desperate to orgasm.
âNot yet baby, not yet.â
He patted your stomach soothingly as you stared up at him in confusion. You had been so close! Why have you tell him when youâre going to cum, only to rip that away from you??
A minute passed, then two, Kirishima still rubbing his big hand across your tummy. It was meant to be soothing, a soft gesture, but it only heated your skin, made pleasure thrum in your veins. When you had sufficiently calmed down, chest no longer heaving, Kiri reached down and flicked the wand back on, chuckling at the way you desperately ground against the rounded head of the toy.
âMm, desperate little baby, arenât you?â He was kissing your neck, letting his tongue slip out to lick at the skin there. Â It set you on fire. Reaching the high of orgasm came even quicker this time, spurred on by your movements and determination to cum. If you didnât tell Kirishima when you were about to, he wouldnât be able to stop you. So you stayed silent, circling your hips as best you could, leaning into the hot kisses being pressed to your throat.
All of a sudden, the vibrator clicked off, Kirishimaâs hand on your tummy once again.
âThought you could get away with that one? Youâre so cute.â
You felt like screaming, yelling out your frustration. He knew your body too well, could feel the hitch in your breath as you prepared to orgasm, felt your fingers tighten, clenching around nothing. He had stopped the vibrator right as you were beginning to feel it, the wave of pleasure. It was frustrating.
You could hardly believe you were thinking this, but you couldnât wait for Bakugou to get back.
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It was torture, having your orgasm slip away from you time after time. Kirishima was having fun, groping your chest, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and collarbone. He liked seeing you struggle, almost at the point of begging and pleading with him in your need to cum.
He had been edging you for a while now, you didnât even know how many orgasms he had yanked you away from. Kiri had just stopped you once more, turning the vibrator off and holding you still /right/ as you felt yourself letting go. You wanted to scream, on the verge of tears. But then Kirishima was glancing at his phone, stuffing it in his pocket before standing so he could untie you from the bench.
âBakugouâs back, weâre gonna go see what he brought home for us!â
You could barely think straight, wincing when Kiri removed the vibrator pressing up against your pussy. You were drenched, pussy wet and red and puffy, your own slick covering your thighs. Kirishima helped you to your feet, guiding you into your shorts. You were too out of it to do much, simply letting the man guide and push and lift your body as he pleased. When he pressed up against you to pull your shorts snug over your hips, you felt his bulge through his shorts, poking you in the stomach. Â You suppose heâd been waiting for relief too, just the same as you.
Kirishima helped you totter up the basement stairs, then guided you towards the bedroom, hand on your waist. You stumbled through the door, eyes immediately focusing on the giant mirror leaned up against the wall. How had Bakugou even gotten it through the door? Â
âDamn Kiri, youâre really worked up.â
Bakugou was sitting on the bed, unlacing his shoes. Kirishima chuckled, hand leaving your waist so he could go sit beside the blonde.
âMe and her both man. Had to hold myself back, she was making such raunchy sounds.â
Their attention turned to you, both men smirking as they eyed you, Kirishima still with a prominent tent in his shorts.
âYeah, I fuckinâ bet.â Â Bakugou smirked.Â
Kirishima stood, stepping languidly around you until he was at your back, broad chest pressing up against you.
âI mean, look at this -â a hand cupped your mound, making you jump. You were still sensitive from being denied so many times, even the slightest touch had you twitching. â - sheâs fucking dripping.â
It was true, the crotch of your shorts soaked with your juices. Kiri rubbed his index finger against the seam, pressing it up and against your clit. You shuddered, hand flying up at grasp onto his arm. It felt so good, you hated his touch, didnât want his hands on you, but oh, your body liked it.
Kirishima pushed you forward, fingers still teasing you through your wet shorts. Â You gasped when you were pushed face first into the bed, bent at the waist. Â A hot, blunt hardness rubbed up against you, Kiriâs hand still cupping your mound.
âYouâre being such a good little bitch, letting us do whatever the fuck we want to your stupid little cunt.âÂ
You lifted your eyes, saw Bakugou smirking down at you as you were rocked gently by the force of Kiriâs humping. The blond was palming himself over his jeans, but your attention was quickly shifted when you felt your shorts getting ripped down, off your body.
âStep out.â You obeyed. Kirishima was hungry, lustful - voice deeper and serious now - no trace of his signature lightheartedness. He always got like this this when he was excited. Â Your head was wrenched to the side, cheek mashed against the bedspread, large hand pressing and holding you in place. Belatedly, you recognized you were facing the mirror leaned against the wall, could see Kirishimaâs bulk behind you, his shorts already pulled down to reveal his hard cock. If you hadnât taken it before, you would be scared. He was thick, blunt and girthy - not to mention a considerable length. The tip was flushed red, almost purple, shiny with leaked precum and almost swollen.Â
âLook at yourself in the mirror baby, you see that? How nice you look, all obedient and ready to take my cock? Such a good, sweet little girl.â
You looked so tiny compared to the redhead, the man having to bend his knees slightly to rub the head of his cock against your pussy. You tried not to moan when he focused it on your clit, rubbing it rapidly over the nub.  âKiri - pleaseâŠâŠAah! Let me - lemme cum..â You whined.
âGod, youâre so perfect, you know that?â He breathed out a laugh, still rubbing the head of his blunt cock over your clit, hand still forcing your head to the side, making you watch his movements. You almost wanted to cry - being teased and denied for so long. You just wanted to cum, wanted to get this over quickly so you could go shower.Â
Normally seeing yourself in a mirror was something youâd try to avoid, not favoring the way you looked. But now, you were mesmerized, watching through the reflection the way Kirishimaâs red cock pulsed as he finally, finally slipped it into your opening. You choked on a moan as he slowly stretched you out, feeding inch after inch of his wide cock into you. In the mirror, you saw him tip his head back, groaning low in his throat when he finally bottomed out, fat balls pressed flush against you.
 âFuck, oh god, feels so good. Youâre so good, can feel your pretty little pussy trying to milk me.â He leaned down, warm chest plastered across your back as he whispered in your ear.Â
âYou really want this, donât you? Such a gorgeous baby, so sexy and hot and  perfect.â
The man didnât start out slowly, he never did. He was aggressive, unrelenting as he thrust his fat cock into you over and over. Your legs were shaking, the pleasure making you weak-kneed, your tongue lolling out of your open mouth, unable to quiet your moans. Kirishimaâs pace was frenzied, excited, animalistic as he chased his own pleasure, the sound of his skin slapping against your own filling the room. It was incredible.
His dick hit all the right spots, pressing you closer and closer to your orgasm. If he didnât let you cum this time you were going to cry. Â Your could hear the lecherous, sinful sounds of your pussy squelching, milky juices getting everywhere. It coated his dick, was covering your thighs. You could feel drops of wetness being flicked everywhere on every thrust, the wet, fast slaps of his thighs against you making your stomach clench even harder. Â The hand in your hair pulled up slightly, wrenching your head back in order for Kiri to give your a quick, desperate kiss - full of teeth and spit. He had hardly detached from your lips before he was mouthing at your back, spitting out filth as he did so.
âShit, I love you so much. Wish I could be inside you all time - see how easily your body takes me? You were made for this, such a filthy little baby. Always look so tempting, always wanna fuck you, fill you up, make you squirt.âÂ
His words were getting to you, as you were forced to watch him pounding into you, hips snapping and tensing in an animalistic fashion. It was too much - the pleasure, his crude words, the visual of seeing yourself getting fucked, worshipped. Your eyes closed, clenching shut as you moaned over a particularly satisfying thrust. Kiri didnât like that. The hand not holding your head against the bed slipped underneath you, immediately finding your clit, pinching at it viciously.
âOpen your eyes, keep watching or else I stop.â
You wailed, eyes flying open. Kirishima was smiling, still kissing sloppily at your back as he began playing with your clit.
âYou always look so tasty, canât tell you - Fuck! - how many times I think about fucking your brains out during the day - shit, youâre so good for me.â
HIs hips stuttered as he rammed forward, signaling he was close. He wasnât the only one - your hands clawing at the bedspread, your hips moving and twitching as you tried to grind yourself against his hand, his cock slamming into you. Â His big hand rubbed you just right, and it sent a pang of sizzling pleasure trough your body. Â A broken cry left you as you finally orgasmed, hot, shaking, senseless. Thank god.
The wild twitching of your pussy as you rode out your high triggered Kirishimaâs own orgasm, the man burying his face between your shoulder blades as his own hips twitched wildly, humping his cock into you as he released his seed. Â He was cursing, saying something, but it was muffled by the skin he caught between his teeth, making you squeal as you felt hot cum shoot into you. It took a minute for the man to slow down, thrusting through his orgasm and into the aftershocks, milking and prolonging both of your pleasure. It felt so good, so right. You were so high from the endorphins that you couldnât even think to remember how wrong this was, how you didnât want any of it.
Pulling out, Kirishima watched his cum begin dripping out of your cunt, pushing himself away from your back as he stood, chest heaving, body glistening with sweat. You were barely able to keep yourself up, still bent over the bed, legs wobbly and arms jelly. A separate set of hands pulled you to the side, and you let yourself be manhandled, pulled and situated in Bakugouâs lap, his chest to your back.
You had forgotten about Bakugou.
His jeans were off, along with his boxers. His shirt was gone too, thrown somewhere on the floor. The blond ripped at the shirt still plastered to your chest, the fabric giving in easily to his strength. You couldnât bring yourself to care as it shredded right through the middle, freeing your tits. Itâs not like it hid anything anyways.
âJesus, that was so fuckinâ hot, watching Kiri pound into you like that. Look at yourself, leaking everywhere like a damn hose. You like having Kiriâs cum sliding out of your soggy little cunt?âÂ
His chin hooked over your shoulder and he directed your gaze forward.Â
There was another mirror.
It was leaned up against the far wall, allowing you a perfect view of your sweaty, debauched body as Bakugou spread you legs, hooking your knees over his own so he could force your thighs even further apart. Oh god.
He was hard as a rock, moving your body around on his lap so his dick pressed up against the outside of your pussy, cum still escaping from your hole. You were exhausted, body limp and pliant - you didnât know if you could go another round.
Bakugou didnât care.
A harsh slap had you crying out, a sharp âAh!â Â Filling the room. Bakugou slapped your slit again, and you tried to curl in on yourself, protect yourself from the abuse on your sensitive pussy. The blond slithered a hand around your chest, reaching up to grip your throat lightly.
âStop that. Fucking look at this shit. See how sloppy your pussy is? Everytime I do this - â He delivered another quick slap, and you writhed on his lap, which caused you to push against the hard cock nestled between your thighs. â - You let more cream out.â
Without saying anything more, Bakugou shoved the hand not around your throat under your thigh, lifting you up just enough so he could slip his dick into you. HIs cock was less girth than Kirishimaâs - it was  about the same length but a more manageable size. He had been jacking off while watching Kiri fuck you, so his length was already coated in a layer of his spit and precum. That, combined with the cum already drenching your insides,  meant he met virtually no resistance as he thrust up slowly.
You writhed, the hand at your throat and at your thigh keeping you steady in his lap. Kirishima was on the floor, leaning his back against the bed as he watched the two of you in the mirror, still panting and calming down from his intense orgasm.Â
There wasnât any time to adjust, to ask Bakugou to wait, youâre too sensitive to go again! He was more relaxed than Kirishima, more controlled and languid in his thrusting. He rolled his hips, bouncing you gently in his lap as he forced you to keep your head straight, despite your efforts to turn away from the mirror showing your own reflection. You looked absolutely filthy - face flushed, tits bouncing, Bakugouâs hard cock drilling into you. You couldnât help but moan, the sight stirring up something, some heated feeling inside your tummy.You liked watching them fuck you.
âGoddamn, every single time feels so fucking good. Shit, shit shit shit - itâs like you were made for us!â
He sounded so gleeful, so truthful. You unconsciously clenched around his length, feeling tingly as his thrusts ground deep, hit every single spot that made a sweet zing of  bliss race through your body.
âAh, ah fuck, you finally get it? You see what weâre fuckinâ on about when we say you look so damn delicious? Shit, I wanna take a bite outta you, so juicy and ripe and fucking perfect.â
Bakugou was out of breath, his voice deep as he growled at you. Â You grabbed at the arm around your chest, his thighs, his hair - anything to anchor yourself as his balls papped against you. You could hear someone moaning, whining and sobbing, was that you?
Kirishima had recovered, moving to kneel between Bakugouâs and your own spread legs. âBakugou, you two look so good together.â That seemed to spur the blond on, his thrusts speeding up as he grunted. You screamed when you felt  a wet muscle swip at your clit, looking down to see Kirishima grinning up at you, his tongue hanging out. On each thrust, he was licking at Bakugouâs cock, and then at your clit right above him, making you wiggle and spasm as you tried to escape the intense sensation.
âKiri, Kir- stop! Stop, please I canât! Stop, stop stop stop!â
You were pushing at his head, albeit weakly, but you were trying to move him away, becoming frantic as the combined efforts of the two men overwhelmed you, had you throwing your head back against Bakugouâs shoulder and gasping. Bakugou snickered, before plunging his tongue into your open mouth, stealing a kiss. You whined, scrabbling at his arms, Kirishimaâs hair, trying to get away but simultaneously trying to bring the two of them closer. It felt so /good/, you didnât even have the words to describe how heavenly and lascivious and filthy you were feeling.Â
âHah, youâre so wet, you hear yourself? Sloppy girl. Taking me so well, shit, so goddamn good.â
You could indeed, hear yourself. On every thrust of Bakugouâs, your pussy squelched, greedily sucking him in. It was absolutely filthy, hearing your juices and Kiriâs cum sloshing together as Bakugou shoved his cock into you, again and again. You could hear Kirishima slurping at your cunt with fervor, could tell by the slick sounds and rhythmic movement of his arm that he was frantically jerking himself off as he lapped at the point where Bakugouâs hot flesh met your own. Â It was hot, not only in temperature.Â
âCâmon baby, let it out, let me taste you. Wanna see you clenching around Katsukiâs cock like the good, sweet little girl you are.â
Kirishimaâs words hand you reeling, and the second his lips went back to attacking your clit, you were gone. It almost hurt, how tense your muscles became, squeezing an agonizingly delicious orgasm out of you. Bakugou felt you release, his thrusts speeding up as Kirishima kept his tongue out, laving at Bakuguoâs cock as he hammered into your clenching cunt. You were crying, twisting In Bakugouâs hold as you were quickly overstimulated, shrieking as you were left with no respite.
It didnât take long for Bakugou to cum, spurred on by your writhing and tears, the way you were begging and pleading and sobbing, imploring the men to stop. With a guttural moan, the blond gave on last thrust, shooting his seed into you, hot ropes of cum filling you up. Kirishima was still licking around Bakugouâs cock, catching the cum and slick that squeezed itâs way past the cock plugging you up.
You shivered, relaxing against the hard chest behind you as Kirishima eventually stopped lapping at you, his own arm still. He had cum again at some point, pumping his cock into his own fist. Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss behind your ear, panting hotly against the shell.
âFuuuuuck-â he whined out â- that was amazing.â
âMhmm.â Kiri hummed his agreement, slowly standing. The redhead flopped down on the bed, crawling up to sprawl out on one side, head resting against a pillow. Bakugou slipped out of you with no warning, your sudden gasp as you felt wet drip out of you making him chuckle. He maneuvered your lax body onto the bed, next to Kirishima, before pressing himself up behind you, trapping your body between the two men. You were too tired to feel gross, to mind the wet slide of your thighs as you shifted into a more comfortable position. Kirishima threw an arm around your waist, leaning up on his elbow to hover over and across you, stealing a kiss from Bakugou. Then he was stealing one from you, wet mouth connected to your own.Â
You didnât fight.
When he flopped back down, you breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like you could finally relax as the two men stayed silent, all three of you exhausted, fucked out.Â
This was only the tip of the ice berg.Â
If you knew how often and intensely the men intended to fuck you near the mirrors, you would probably pass out. They just wanted to show you what they saw in you. It had been two of the strongest orgasms you had experienced in a while, but there was no way youâd admit it was because of their praising and insistence  on making you watch yourself getting railed by them.
For now, you let yourself drift into a comfortable doze, let the heat of the two bodies caging you in keep you warm, keep you trapped.
Why bother fighting?Â
There was no escape.
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pls give us more dad!bodecker i love him sm
(gets smutty below the cut but it's mostly fluff!)
âDaddy!â Beatrice squealed as she tumbled across the room to latch onto Leeâs legs the second heâd burst through the door, Penny following just behind in a crawl. Lee laughed as he knelt down and scooped them both up in his arms, gasping in surprise as Beatrice kissed him on the cheek.
âOh, I get a kiss?â he grinned. She kissed him again and he squeezed her tight.  âYouâre gonna spoil me, Bea.â
âDo I get to give Daddy a kiss, too?â you asked your daughter, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and shook her head.  âNo, you want him all to yourself?â
âSheâs already gettinâ bossy like her mama,â Lee winked.
You rolled your eyes before leaning in and giving your husband a kiss anyway, regardless of Beatrice giving you the stink eye as he set her down.
âHowâs Lee Jr. doing?â he asked, putting his hand on your belly where it was just starting to protrude.
âHow are you so sure itâs a boy?â you pressed.
âI think if I wish for it hard enough, itâll have to come true,â he decided, handing Penny to you when she reached in your direction.
âAnd if itâs a girl?â
âThen Iâll love her just the same... and get you pregnant again as soon as possible,â he smirked.
âAm I supposed to be eternally pregnant until you get a son?â
âNo, no, I might still want more after that, too.â
You giggled but truly, you loved your children so much and you didnât at all mind the idea of a big family. And Lee was a great father-- so much better than his own, doting and patient and generous, never angry. If anything he had forced you to be the disciplinarian because he couldnât bring himself to yell at his favorite girls (which included you, of course).
Beatrice was a force of nature at only five years old, unlike Penny who was only two-and-a-half adorably shy. They were joined at the hip, though, and excited about the prospect of a new little sibling to play with. Even though you mocked him for it, you wanted a boy, too, even if just to watch Lee dote on him. You were going to have to bargain with him about not making him a Junior, though. Â
Dinner was almost peaceful as the four of you crowded around the table; Lee helped Beatrice cut her food while you fed Penny in her high chair with those cute rubber-coated baby spoons.
"You gonna eat them vegetables, Bea?" Lee asked her as he watched her push them around with her fork. She shook her head, making Lee frown. "But they're so yummy, see?" he smiled as he shoved a huge bite of his own into his mouth. "Mmm," he hummed, overacting as he chewed.
Beatrice didn't seem convinced, giving her dad a crooked stare.
"I bet if you eat all your veggies, Daddy will let you have a piece of candy," you suggested.
Suddenly, Beatrice was shovelling the green beans into her mouth like it was a race. "All done!" she announced around a mouth full of food.
Lee insisted on putting them to bed while you rested after dinner, even though he'd already helped you cook and cleaned up everything for you. You were reading a book when he came back in, smiling and resting his head against the doorframe.
"Did they go down pretty easy?" you asked, not looking up from the paper until he failed to answer, just standing there and staring at you. "What are you looking at?"
"Just my beautiful wife," he smiled, finally stepping in and shutting the door behind you, joining you on the bed as you set down your book. "Can't a man look at his wife?"
"Yes, but it'd be nice if he answered her questions while he did it," you smirked.
"It took a few bedtime stories but I got 'em to settle down," he explained as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him.
"So the girls are asleep, then?" you asked slowly, tracing over the exposed sliver of his chest where his shirt was unbuttoned. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Sure, what's it to ya?"
"I just thought maybe you'd wanna do more than just look at your wife..."
A low growl rattled his throat and made you clench your thighs together as he slowly untied your robe, letting it fall open and exposing your naked body to him. "Think you can keep quiet, pretty girl?"
You nodded and bit your lip as those thick fingers tickled over your hips and finally found themselves between your legs, slowly teasing you there until your head fell back on his shoulder.
"Feel good, sweetpea?" he asked lowly.
"Yes," you gasped, "please, Lee, don't make me wait too long, I need you inside me..."
He chuckled, rolling you onto your side while he started to open his belt and slacks. You moaned and arched your back, waiting for him to push into you. Instead the head of his cock began to tease you as well, rubbing your clit and sliding over your opening.
"Daddy, please," you whimpered.
"I bet you want it rough, little girl," he groaned right against your ear, making you shiver. "I bet you wish I'd fuck you hard and rough, choke you, slap you, spank you..."
You nodded feverishly, "god, yes, please!"
"But you know I can't when you're pregnant," he reminded you.
"Not so much that you can't but that you won't," you sighed.
"You're sick of all this tender lovemaking, huh? You want something dirty and quick," he posited, laughing as you nodded again and tried to push your hips down onto his cock. "Needy slut."
You whimpered at the name and felt even more wetness warming your entrance.
"Oh, look at that," he purred, "so wet and ready for me."
He pushed in rougher than usual, just enough to make you groan as you bit down on your lip. Holding your hips down, he fucked you slow but deep. "Fuck, just like that, daddy, thank you," you moaned.
"What a noisy little fucktoy you are," he laughed. "Keep moanin' for my cock, whore."
His thrusts got faster, rougher, deeper as his vock started to flex within you. "Gonna fill you up, pretty baby, gonna fuckin' fill you up-- ah fuck!"
You didn't really have a choice as every movement was sliding against your swollen g-spot, and at this angle his balls slapped your clit when he was all the way inside.
Your eyes were closed so you didn't see his fingers pressing into your mouth, you only felt them as you obediently opened your lips and sucked him in. He moaned as you swirled your tongue around them, and took them in your throat effortlessly.
"You're so well-trained, you don't even gag anymore," he chuckled. "Every guy in town is already jealous of me, can you imagine if they knew how well you take me in your throat? If they knew how much you beg me to breed your pussy? If they knew what a cock-hungry, desperate slut you are for me? Their heads would fuckin' explode."
You keened and arched your back further, pushing the tip of him so deep that your whole body quivered. He leaned closer to suck a mark on your neck, his teeth digging into your skin just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head from the mix of pain and pleasure.
"Hmm, you like that idea, don't you? You want them to know... you like the attention, you like when they watch you walk past and their wives get jealous," he growled. "Fuckin' whore, you know it drives me crazy-- is that what you like about it? Makin' me lose my mind worrying that my wife could get any man she wants?"
"I just want you," you promised, "only you, daddy, there's nobody else, I swear!"
"Just shut up and listen," he hissed, clamping his hand down over your mouth. "You can't lie to me when I'm inside you, pretty girl, now just be honest: you like making your poor daddy jealous, don't you?"
Nervously, you nodded against the hand on your face.
"Of course you do," he smiled, "'cause you like how I fuck you when I wanna make sure you're mine."
You nodded again, muffled moans getting louder as your orgasm started building faster than even you expected.
"You've got this pretty mark on your neck to show for it," he purred as he licked where the bruise was forming, "so you and everybody else knows how good your daddy fucked you."
"I'm close," you mumbled.
"What was that?" he asked, removing his hand from your mouth.
"I'm close!"
"Oh, I knew that," he laughed, "I can feel your pussy grippin' me so tight, tryna make me come in ya. Is that what you want, princess?"
"Yes!" you moaned, almost screaming it, "yes, come in me, daddy, I love you so much, please!"
His come coated your walls as they flexed and pulsed for him, warmth seeping into you from the inside out.
Both of you caught your breath as he laid back and rolled you until you were laying on his chest. "You're okay, right? I wasn't too rough with ya?"
"No, I'm fine," you chuckled, "you really are a softie, Sheriff."
"Ooh, you only call me that after I love you up real good," he beamed, kissing your forehead.
"That's not true, I call you that when we're out in public," you denied.
"Yeah, but before we go out in public I always love you up real good," he smirked. You slapped his chest playfully but it was generally pretty true. "I'd better get up and take my shower, get ready for bed an' all."
"No," you protested, clutching his torso, "don't go yet... just stay here until I fall asleep, please?"
"Okay, sweet girl," he sighed, relaxing under your touch, "close your eyes."
You always fell asleep so easily when you were in his arms.
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the essay - rafe cameron
rafeâs having issues with his philosophy class, especially the paper worth thirty percent of his grade. youâve already taken the class, crushed the essay, and rafe offers to take care of you if you take care of the paper for him
warnings: smutty smut smut (sorry not sorry), oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, lil bit of cockwarming, idk man itâs smut
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
word count: 2.5k
a/n: surprise smut saturday ig hehe, s/o to @sortagaysortahighâ for the ffhd universe - hereâs frat!rafe being a lil shitÂ
Rafe has to take a humanities class as part of his general ed requirements and he fuckin hates it. He thinks the prof is an old fuck who talks in riddles and he finds himself falling asleep during the 8 am lecture.
Luckily, you, his super hot super smart girlfriend (yeah, heâs sucking up a little, sue him) already took the course and youâre willing to share your immaculate notes (color coded and shit fuck yeah).
Except, Rafe is lazy and hates the content so much that he literally canât focus when he goes to try and study your notes, so you decide to help him, sitting cross legged on his bed as he sits in his desk chair. Youâre asking him questions and for everyone he gets right you lean over and give him a lil baby kiss.
He still thinks the content is stupid and overcomplicated for no reason, âI donât understand why they donât just say what they mean?â He groans as you attempt to explain John Lockeâs two treatises of government, explaining that men are by nature free and equal. But, he likes the sound of your voice, and he is actually learning something.
He doesnât totally bomb his first quiz, pulling off a pretty decent mark for sleeping his way through the class, and you definitely celebrate, with you showing him just how proud you were of him by letting him shove his cock down your throat.
Itâs all going well, until the essay. The fucking essay.
Rafe thinks its stupid as shit, he hates essays, heâs a fuckin business major for fucks sake. Humanities can kiss his ass, you know.
Heâs sat hunched at his desk, shoulders stiff with tension when you walk into his room, his philosophy textbook that he literally has not cracked once this semester is open beside him. His hair is disheveled from running his hands through it in frustration you assume. You pout, you donât like seeing Rafe upset like this. Your frat boy boyfriend is usually calm and collected - youâre the one who gets a little too stressed when it comes to school.
Sliding your arms around his shoulders from behind, you press a kiss to the side of his face, âyou okay baby?â He groans, and you feel the vibration through your entire body. He leans back into your embrace, letting his head fall back far enough that youâre able to kiss his forehead twice, making him smile
âNo, this essay is fuckin stupid,â he grumbles and you canât help but giggle at the stormy look on his face. He pouts again, turning his head to the side and puckers his lips hoping you get the hint. You peck his lips quickly once, before leaning back.
âItâs really not that bad Rafe, I got like an A on itâ. At your words, something flashes behind his eyes, and heâs quick to slink out of your embrace, rolling his chair around and pulling you down onto his lap. You laugh, hands flying to grip his shoulders to keep your balance. Heâs just looking at you, a small smirk on his face that makes your face feel hot. Sliding your hands from his shoulders to cup his neck you ask, âwhat?â But his smirk only grows wider.
Your eyes flutter shut as his lips trace a path along your jaw before he stops at your ear and whispers, âif itâs so easy why donât you write it for me then?â
You gasp and push against his chest, âNo way Rafe, I passed that class once I'm done with it.â
He grins against your neck where his kisses have migrated, his large hands gripping your hips to keep you close, âIâll make it worth your while babyâ you pause for a moment, distracted by the way heâs sucking and biting at the delicate skin of your neck, before shaking your head.
âThat sounds like prostitution Rafe,â you attempt to snap at him, but the effect is lost with how breathy your voice is.
âNo baby, youâve got it all wrong,â he punctuates his point by lighting scraping his teeth against your pulse point, âitâs appreciationâ
âYouâre an idiotâ you push against his chest again, trying to wiggle out of his hold, but his large hands donât let go, his thumbs rubbing against your hip bone.
âCâmon baby,â he whines, lifting his head to rest your foreheads together, âI need your helpâ. You close your eyes, when his voice gets all whiny like that, it does something for you and he knows it and is using it to his advantage.
âRafe, thatâs literally the definition of academic dishonesty.â You tried to reason with him, but the thing about Rafe Cameron is that heâs not typically very reasonable.
âOnly if we get caught baby,â he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, âJust write something shitty.â
âI literally cannot write a shitty essay,â you hissed, but sighed looking at his puppy dog pout, âIf I agree-â
He cut you off with a big kiss, âthank you baby-â
You pushed his face back from you and continued speaking, hands holding his face away, âIf I agree, Iâm just going to formulate your arguments and find you quotes, the only thing Iâll write for you is the thesis statement, the rest you have to take care of.â
âAlright,â he nodded before kissing your shoulder again, ânow let me take care of you.â
You sighed and relaxed your tense shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him kiss you. Before you know it, the kiss is hot and passionate, and you feel your heart in your stomach. His one arm is warm and strong against your lower back, pressing your chests together as you grind down on his lap. His other hand is curled against the base of your neck, pressing slightly into the flesh. Your mind is so clouded over with lust, youâre startled when he lets go of your throat to keep you steady as he stands up from the computer chair. Your legs instinctually wrap around his waist as he carries you to the bed. You whimper at the ease with which he supports you, turned on by the idea of your six foot three boyfriend manhandling you.
He lays you down gently on the bed and loses his shirt before kneeling over your body and leaning down to connect your lips again. Your fingers trace his abs, around his hips and up the smooth muscles of his back, feeling the goosebumps erupt on his skin after your touch. His hand slips under your oversized t-shirt, the cold metal of the ring he wears on his index finger a contrast against your warm skin. He helps you out of the item of clothing, you sit up a little to help get it over your head before your lips are together again.
The lower half of his body grinds against yours, causing you to throw your head back and gasp at the friction you desperately crave in that moment. You feel his smirk against your skin as he resumes his earlier ministrations against your neck, marking up your neck.
âNo marks, Rafe,â you whine, already irritated about having to cover up the healing marks he previously left. Your friends giggle and tease you when you donât cover them.
âYouâre my girl, want everyone to know,â he shrugs, continuing his assault on your neck, licking and sucking until purple bruises litter your throat. You canât help the flutter of your heart at his words, despite your slight annoyance over his possessiveness.
You trail a hand up from between his shoulder blades to pull on his hair, hard enough to pull him from your neck but not enough to actually hurt, and his lust-blown pupils stare into your eyes for a moment before heâs attaching your lips together again. Tongues lazily meeting, his hand finding its place around your neck again.
Itâs not long before heâs kissing his way down your neck and across your collarbone before finding your breast. He sucks a few marks against the soft skin of your right breast, as he massages the other. âGod, Rafe,â you moan as he pulls a nipple into his mouth, teeth lightly scraping against the sensitive flesh. Your back curves up at the sensation, pressing your bodies even closer together. As he moves to give attention to your other breast, you make eye contact, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight of him - messy hair and a hungry look in his eyes. This is your favorite Rafe, you muse, unkempt, unrestrained. You know his childhood wasnât the most pleasant, know that he was saddled with responsibilities and expectations like Atlas was saddled with the world on his shoulders. When Rafe is like this, his guard is down and his state of vulnerability, the one that he only shares with you, makes you feel special.
Youâre broken out of your thoughts by the feeling of lips pressing their way down your abdomen and you clench your stomach at the sensation, but a hand softly rubs your hip as he murmurs, âbeautifulâ against your skin. You canât fight the small smile, even as he prepares to ruin you heâs offering you sweet reassurances. Thatâs the duality of your fratboy boyfriend - equal parts saccharine sweet and sultry suggestive.
You tense again as he runs a hand against your clothed heat. âRelax, baby, Iâll take care of you,â he smirks, hooking a finger in either side of your shorts, pulling them down along with your underwear to reveal your bare self to him. He licks his lips before running a finger through your folds, cocky grin returning to his face as he says, âso wet, baby, all for me?â Itâs difficult to find the words to respond to him, so you just whimper in response. His thumb rubs circles on your clit as he lowers his mouth to your pussy, tongue probing your entrance.Â
One hand grips the sheets, while the other grabs his hair, tugging lightly when he replaces his tongue with two fingers. He fingers you slowly, torturing you with the slow pace before you tug on his hair again and whine, âmore, please.â
âSince you asked so nicely,â he smirks, increasing the pace and curling them slightly inside of you to stroke your walls. âThink you can take another?â he doesnât wait for you to respond, sucking on your clit between his lips and slipping a third finger into you.
As your orgasm approaches, that familiar sensation begins to pull at your stomach. You try to push his head away from you, the feeling almost too much. He just grabs that hand and links your hands together, the simple act coupled with the way his fingers are curled inside of you has you seeing stars, grinding your pussy against his face as your back arches. He continues to work you with his mouth and his fingers as you come down from your high.
He moves to hover over you again, kissing you hotly as your fingers move to grip him over his sweatpants. He grabs your hand and breaks the kiss, âno baby, Iâm taking care of you tonight.â He gets up, slips out of his remaining clothes and easily flips you over so your stomach is pressed into the mattress. Lifting yourself onto your hands and knees, you look at him over your shoulder, biting your lip as he strokes himself a few times. He runs a hand down your back slowly before squeezing your ass with one hand as he lines himself up with his other.
You moan, head falling forward as he enters you slowly, giving you a chance to adjust and catch your breath before heâs relentlessly pounding into you. Youâre a whimpering mess, hands desperately clinging to the bed sheets, loving the way he feels inside of you, the way his hands grip your waist. You feel him shift before your back is pressed to his chest, as he continues to press his hips into yours.
This angle does it for you, heâs entering you more deeply and his whiny moans in your ear spurn you closer and closer to another orgasm. Heâs murmuring sweet affirmations into your ear, telling you how good you feel, what a good girl you are taking his cock so well. Itâs when he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, as his hand dips to rub between your legs that the coil snaps once more. You scream his name as you cum, head falling back against him as he fucks you through it.
Heâs close now, and you whine as he slips out of you, shifting until heâs laying on his back and youâre hovering over him. His hands grip your hips once again as he helps you lower yourself onto him. You do your best to roll your hips as you ride him, but youâre oversensitive and tired, so he quickly takes over thrusting up into you. This is his favorite view, you with your head thrown back, one hand gripping your own breast, the other rubbing circles on your clit as you bounce on his cock. He doesnât last much longer, cumming with a whiny groan as he cums inside of you. His hand replaces yours on your clit as he continues to thrust up into you until you cum again, collapsing on his chest still seated on his cock.
âFuck,â you breathe out, utterly exhausted as you wrap your arms around his body and press a kiss to his chest unable to move any further. He chuckles, moving a hand to run through your hair. Itâs silent for a few moments, the only sound in the room your shared disordered breathing.
âYâknow baby I could marry you,â he murmurs in his post-orgasmic state, holding you tightly to his chest. His words awake butterflies in your stomach and you know he feels the erratic beating of your heart against his skin. You canât deny the feeling of arousal that pools in your belly as you roll your eyes.
âShut up, Rafe. Talk to me after youâve finished hazing pledges and Iâve been accepted into my masters program.â Despite your nonchalance, youâve thought about it. How could you not have thought about it after an imperfectly perfect year with the man at your side. You loved him, all of him - he could be an asshole, but he was your asshole. Always protective, always ready to defend you, always so, so loving, you think you could spend the rest of your life loving him.
âI mean it,â he replies, fingers dancing along the ridges of your spine. You shiver as he leaves goosebumps after his touch.
You pull back slightly to look him in the eye, âIâm not going to write your paper for you,â you accuse, suspicious of his motives. Thereâs love behind his eyes, but also a dark rim of lust around his pupils.
âMaybe youâll change your mind after round 2,â he smirks, flipping the two of you so you lie underneath him once more as he leans his weight on his forearms on either side of your face, lowering his lips to yours.
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