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rosierin · 2 hours ago

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serving looks and trouble | atsumu, osamu

synopsis; (y/n) works as a barista and the twins decide to pay her a visit. cue the gossip, the questions, and atsumu being atsumu.

a/n; if this isn’t the most “y/n” scenario ever idk what is

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

It started with the jingle of the café door.

Then a pause.

Then a collective gasp from behind the counter.

“Ohmygod,” one of (y/n)’s co-workers whispered, eyes almost bulging out her head. “Who are they?”

Another peeked over her shoulder, milk jug still in hand, jaw slightly slack. “Are they celebrities or something?”

The sound of milk frothing and mugs clinking didn’t stop, but it definitely slowed, as if the entire café had turned its head in unison. Even the indie pop playing overhead felt like it dipped in volume.

(Y/n) was elbow-deep in seasonal syrups and foam art when one of her co-workers eagerly tugged at her sleeve. Thing was, she didn't even bother looking up.

The shift in atmosphere was unmistakable—bolder than the espresso in the air and louder than the hiss of the steamer.

She could recognise those twin sets of footsteps anywhere. Those unhurried, confident steps paired with a presence that filled the room, the kind that stated we’re here without so much as opening their mouths.

Still, she smiled, lighting up at the sight of them as they walked through the door. “Hey, guys.”

Her greeting was met with a pair of lazy waves and even lazier smiles.

Atsumu leaned against the counter first, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, his expression as casual as it was intentional. His eyes found hers instantly—like they always did.

“Afternoon, angel.”

Right behind him, Osamu matched the pose but with a quieter presence, one hand in his jacket pocket, the other resting on the edge of the counter. His smile was crooked and warm, but no-less smug.

“How’s our favourite barista?”

(Y/n)’s co-workers—two Uni students and one high schooler doing weekend shifts—were frozen. One of them dropped a spoon with a curse. Another accidentally messed up her latte heart. The third turned away and giggled girlishly into her sleeve.

“Don’t encourage them,” (y/n) muttered, face warming as she wiped her hands on her apron. She gave the twins a weak glare as she walked over, but her voice was far from scolding. “You guys are doing too much.”

Both claimed to have no idea what she was talking about. Merely exchanging a glance before shrugging in almost perfect sync.

Freaky twin telepathy things, she supposed.

"What brings you two foxes here anyway?"

Neither twin flinched at the nickname. She found herself referring to them as such ever since she met them in high school. Cunning minds, sharp tongues and charming faces.

In fact, she was pretty sure they enjoyed the shared title, if their award-winning smiles were anything to go by.

She would've rolled her eyes, but Atsumu stepped forward and propped his chin on his hand, watching her with the kind of shameless awe that made her want to melt and throw a towel at him at the same time. “We came for a pick-me-up.”

“And maybe a pastry,” Osamu added, already eyeing the display case. “Whaddaya recommend?”

That earned a muffled squeal from one of her co-workers, who instantly perked up and bounded over to assist him—suddenly very enthusiastic about describing each of the monthly specials in great detail. Osamu listened politely, even throwing in a follow-up question or two, and offering the occasional quiet joke that made the girl giggle, cheeks flushed pink.

(Y/n) shook her head fondly, watching the scene unfold. Turning up the charm, I see. She bit back a smile, amused.

She watched them for a heartbeat longer before her gaze naturally drifted to Atsumu, already bracing herself for whatever antics he had planned.

The small sigh she let out was almost instinctual as she asked, “You. What do you want?”

Atsumu tilted his head, a slow, amused grin pulling at his mouth. “That how ya talk to all yer customers?”

(Y/n) blinked, realizing belatedly that her tone had been a little too dry and quickly plastered on a sunnier smile. “No,” she said sweetly, hoping to cover up her little slip-up. “Just the ones who flirt with staff.”

A brief flicker crossed Atsumu’s face—something entertained and boyish—before a laugh spilled out of him, as bright and easy as the sunlight pouring through the picture window.

“Hey, I barely said anythin’ yet," he held his hands up in mock surrender, the sparkle in his eye unmistakable.

“Yeah, and it’s the yet that’s worrying me," she said, grabbing a pen and paper. "Anywho..." She clicked it once and put on her best customer service voice and smile. “What can I get for ya?"

Atsumu was clearly enjoying their little roleplay, because the grin on his face didn’t waver once. If anything, the glint in his eyes only seemed to brighten, like he was waiting for something she wasn’t quite catching.

When her eyebrows quirked up in question, he merely shrugged, his voice dropping just enough to make it feel oddly intimate. "Alright, alright…" he drawled, "I’ll get whatever the pretty barista recommends."

An eyeroll was her only response to his flirting. She began jotting down his order, pretending not to flinch at the heat crawling up her neck.

You'd think she'd be used to it by now, but with her friends-slash-co-workers all hovering nearby, all trying a bit too hard not to listen in on their conversation, it was hard not to feel even the slightest bit flustered at all the compliments and smiles he was tossing her way.

“How do ya know I was talkin’ about you?”

Her hand froze mid-scribble.

"'Tsumu—Seriously?"

His attempt at innocence was appalling. Especially with how he was practically soaking up the chorus of giggles her co-workers had the audacity of sparing him.

The blush on her cheeks worsened as he chuckled along with them, the sound doing little to quell the heat blooming across her features.

“God,” she muttered, swatting at one of the girls who was already fanning herself with a receipt pad.

Atsumu just beamed, looking far too proud of himself.

“Go sit down,” she ordered, jerking her head toward the seating area where Osamu had already claimed a window seat with a perfect view of the counter. When Atsumu didn’t budge, she gave him a gentle shove on the shoulder. “Go on. Shoo.”

“Alright, alright, no need t’ push,” he chuckled, stepping back with that dopey smile of his.

(Y/n) shook her head, but a small laugh escaped before she could stop it. She watched him retreat across the café—bright with sunlight and chatter—to where Osamu was already sitting by the window, peeling the wrapper off a muffin with the look of a man who hadn't eaten in days.

Her co-workers were on her instantly.

As she turned to prep their drinks, they leaned in with laser focus, like they were dissecting a secret romance novel.

She focused on the task in front of her—anything to ignore the way they were practically vibrating behind her. Two iced lattes. One with a single pump of vanilla for Osamu—classic, smooth, no fuss. The other with two generous pumps of caramel for Atsumu—of course. She added ice, poured the shots, topped both with cold foam, then reached for the lids.

She was just about to slide them across the counter when a hand grabbed her wrist.

“Conference room,” her co-worker whispered urgently, tugging her into the back prep corner like they were about to discuss classified information.

The three of them circled her like cats cornering a mouse.

“So…” one began, eyes wide and burning with gossip. “Are you gonna tell us who they are, or what?”

(Y/n) felt the weight of the question loom over her. “...Friends?”

“Friends?” another echoed, voice rising an octave. “Plural? Girl, what did you do in a previous life to end up with two friends who look like that?”

“I—what?” (y/n) spluttered, a laugh threatening to break through. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I mean—no, I do. But it’s chill. We’ve been friends since high school, that’s all. We're pretty close but that's about it."

“Pretty close,” the highschooler probed, narrowing her eyes with a teasing smirk. “How close?”

(Y/n) groaned, but affection tugged at her lips. “Just friendship close. Seriously. They look all charming now, but they’re more of a handful than they’re letting on.”

She tilted her head, glancing toward their table. Osamu was holding his muffin just out of Atsumu’s reach, stretching his arm above his head like a protective parent while Atsumu made multiple attempts to steal it, getting kicked in the shin each time. They were already arguing—hands waving, faces animated—even though they hadn’t been in the café ten minutes.

“Not to mention noisy,” she muttered.

“Wait,” one of the girls said suddenly, eyes lighting up. “Are they… single?”

(Y/n) hesitated. “Uh… yeah. They are. But I don’t think either of them are looking for anything right now—”

A round of the most judging, disbelieving glances followed, enough to make (y/n) slightly curl in on herself.

“Whattt? How do you know that?”

“Yeah, (y/n). C’mon, don’t gatekeep.”

“I’m not!” she laughed, exasperated. “But if you’re seriously interested, why don’t you just ask them yourself? I dunno, write your number on their cup or something.”

That sent her co-workers into an absolute spiral.

They all started fussing—giggling, whispering, glancing over at the twins’ table a few too many times. The air felt warmer, buzzing with curiosity and far too many hormones.

And as if Atsumu could somehow smell the pheromones from across the café, he rose to his feet and sauntered over.

He plucked up his iced latte with a lazy grin plastered on his face. Then he took one sip and asked to nobody in particular, “What’s all the fuss about? Saw ya glancin' over a coupla time."

One co-worker opened her mouth to speak—then immediately closed it again, already red-faced and flustered.

(Y/n) took this as her cue. “Yeah, actually. The girls wanted to know if you were both single.”

A chorus of gasps echoed around the bar.

“(Y/n)!” one of them hissed, scandalized.

She just shrugged, completely unbothered, sipping her own drink with the calm of someone watching the world burn.

Atsumu jerked a thumb at his brother. “He is." He took another long sip of his drink before his eyes flicked back to (y/n), practically gleaming. “I’m not.”

She cocked an eyebrow, arms folding. “Oh, really.”

He didn’t elaborate—he didn’t need to. The implication hung in the air like steam from a fresh cappuccino. But just in case it wasn’t painfully obvious, he winked.

She hated the way her heart skipped a beat.

God’s sake.

In front of her co-workers? Seriously?

(Y/n) was about to retort something when Atsumu suddenly turned to leave, Osamu trailing after him with an amused shake of the head.

“Anyway we gotta bounce," he shot over his shoulder. Osamu lingered at the door, propping it open with his foot as he waved. (Y/n) returned the gesture, head tilting as Atsumu flashed her one last cheeky grin.

"See ya later, babe. Text us when ya come home!"

And with that, they left the store with the same swagger they had entered it with.

Finally, the café could breathe again.

The silence behind the counter, however, was nothing short of deafening.

Well. It was.

Not for long.

"'Babe?'" one of them gawked, holding her hands up like she'd just made a world-shattering discovery. "And hang on a minute—you live with them? I like how you conveniently left that detail out. God, I have so many questions—!”

And in came the flood of inevitable interrogations...

"Wait, so you are dating him, then?” another gasped, leaning dramatically over the counter.

"Be honest," the youngest chimed in, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just blink twice if it’s complicated."

“(Y/n), I can't believe you didn't even TELL us??” the first girl cried, clutching her chest in betrayal.

"Giiiirl—" the second chastised, "you're living the dream for real."

(Y/n) buried her face in her hands.

“We’re not dating," she groaned into her palms. Then, almost completely glossing over the unexpected lore-drop, she added, "We do live together though."

A synchronized gasp.

"Since when?! You never told us that!" one of them demanded, arms thrown wide.

"Since we started Uni! Have I never told you?"

She peeked up sheepishly as the three of them shook their heads, scandalized. Whoops. She could’ve sworn she had.

"Oh— Well, you know how I live with Rin, right?"

This time, they all nodded vigorously.

The youngest, almost reverently, murmured, "Ohmygod, Rintarou Suna, how could I forget?" which earned a laugh from (y/n).

She recalled him being equally as popular among some of her co-workers in the past.

"Yes, Rin—anyway," she continued, gathering what remained of her dignity, "basically we all moved in together during our first year. And… that's it, really. I swear I told you guys."

"You didn't," one said flatly, voice comically grave. "I'd have remembered."

Another leaned her elbows on the counter, flashing her a mischievous grin. "So you're telling me you're living with not one fittie, but three? And two of them are twins?"

(Y/n) tried not to flush at the implication. She shook her head with a huff, flicking a towel at the offender.

"Girl, you must have some fuuun," the high-schooler teased, nudging her with an elbow.

"That's so gross—no chance," (y/n) retorted, shaking her head.

One of them sucked in a breath and let out an almost envious sigh. "You're better than I am..." she said dreamily.

"Pffft," (y/n) snorted, rolling her eyes.

She brushed off her friends' teasing, already expecting as much. But under the mortification, somewhere deep beneath the surface, was a smile she couldn’t quite fight off.

Because maybe Atsumu wasn’t her boyfriend.

But he really liked to act like one.

And maaaybe she didn't actually mind.

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reverieshifts · 2 days ago

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𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆: 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒅𝒓

𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅

When I finally step out into the corridor, the palace is bathed in that soft, golden quiet that lingers just after sunrise. The marble beneath my slippers is cool, and the stained glass windows along the hall scatter pale color across the floors—lavender, rose, and soft golds that match the early light. Waiting just outside my door, as always, is Soren. He leans against the wall, arms loosely crossed, one boot scuffed up against the marble, looking only half-awake. His hair is still slightly damp from a rushed wash, and there's a crease on his collar that suggests he either dressed in a hurry or simply didn’t care. He straightens when he sees me, blinking once, then twice, as if trying to decide whether to be impressed or annoyed that I look so put together before breakfast.

I offer a bright, far-too-cheerful greeting—something deliberately sunny, just to provoke him—and it works. He groans softly, mutters something about “unnatural morning people,” and falls into step beside me as we begin down the corridor. The teasing starts immediately. He makes a sarcastic comment about the shimmer of my dress, something about blinding him before he’s had a proper cup of tea, and I return fire with a remark about his perpetually rumpled state. There’s no real bite to it—just the familiar rhythm of banter, the kind that makes the day feel lighter. As we walk, our footsteps fall into easy sync, the palace slowly waking around us.

𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍

The walk to the Golden Hall is a short one, and by the time we arrive, the sunlight has fully poured into the space through the tall arched windows, bathing the room in soft, honeyed light. The walls, painted in a pale, buttery gold and trimmed with delicate floral moldings, seem to glow from within. Unlike the grand banquet halls or formal salons scattered throughout the palace, this room is intimate—elegant, yes, but made for comfort rather than spectacle. It’s where my family gathers when there’s no court to impress, no guests to entertain—just us.

The long table gleams beneath the morning light, already set with a luxurious array of breakfast dishes. Everything smells warm and spiced—flaky pastries filled with chocolate and cream, stacks of delicate crepes dusted with powdered sugar, soft cheeses paired with roasted nuts and dried berries, and fresh bread still warm from the ovens. Crystal bowls of fruit glisten like gems—pomegranate seeds, lustrea berries, golden pears—and several carafes are filled with chilled juices or steaming enchanted teas that warm to the perfect temperature the moment they touch your lips.

Nikolai is already seated when I enter, casually lounging with one arm thrown over the back of his chair, mid-story about something ridiculous that happened during the morning drills. His plate is overflowing, and he’s still reaching for more. Across from him, Alana listens with her usual amused grace, a perfectly raised brow and a half-smile curving at the corners of her mouth as she sips her tea. My mother sits at the head of the table, gently reminding Nikolai to slow down between bites, while my father hides a grin behind his napkin and offers me a fond nod as I take my seat beside him.

The conversation flows easily—light teasing, family updates, a bit of harmless gossip. Alana makes a remark about a noble’s unfortunate choice of hat at last night’s recital. Nikolai tries to reenact the wobbling way one of the younger guards fainted during sparring. It’s soft and familiar, a rare kind of peace that feels like it belongs only to us.

Soren hovers nearby, ever the dutiful knight, though I know he hates standing still this early in the morning. He lingers by one of the sideboards, and when he thinks no one’s looking, he snatches a sugar-dusted strawberry tart off a silver platter with practiced ease. I catch him in the act, of course. I always do. But instead of calling him out, I take a slow sip of my tea and arch a brow in silent amusement. He catches my eye, gives the most unrepentant shrug I’ve ever seen, and takes a bite as if daring me to say something.

I don’t. Not this time, at least.

𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔

After breakfast, I slip away from the Golden Hall and head toward the gardens, letting the soft hush of the palace corridors give way to birdsong and breeze. The garden paths wind gently beneath trellises heavy with morning glories and pale-petaled climbing roses. Stone arches veined with ivy cast dappled shadows across the walkway, and the scent of wild jasmine and honeysuckle drifts lazily on the air. The world here feels quieter, slower. Time doesn’t stop, but it softens.

I move slowly, letting my fingertips skim the petals as I pass, the magic in my blood humming faintly in response to the living world around me. The flowers lean slightly in my direction, brushing against my hands and skirts with almost affectionate intent. Butterflies flit lazily between blossoms, and I pause to watch a pair of whimlings curled up on a sun-warmed bench, their long, fluffy tails twitching as they nap in the light. The breeze carries the distant sound of fountains and rustling leaves, and far above, I can hear the faint cry of a warbird circling high overhead.

Soren trails a few steps behind, quieter now. He never hovers—he knows better than that—but I can feel his presence all the same, steady and familiar. I let the silence stretch between us. It’s a comfortable thing. Neither of us has to fill it.

I take the long route, weaving through the orchard path where the trees bloom year-round thanks to the old enchantments rooted beneath the soil. A few petals drift down from the branches overhead, catching in my hair and wings. I don’t brush them away.

Some mornings are meant to be simple. Unrushed. This is one of them.

𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔

Eventually, the peaceful lull of the gardens must give way to duty. I take my time getting there—walking slowly, pausing once or twice under the pretense of admiring a hedge formation I’ve seen a hundred times before—but Lilian finds me anyway, with a knowing smile and a reminder that I’m already two minutes behind schedule.

My first lesson of the day is Elodian history and court etiquette—a combination carefully designed to test both my patience and posture. It takes place in one of the smaller study rooms tucked away in the east wing of the library, a chamber filled with velvet-cushioned chairs, gilded scrollwork, and far too many portraits of former nobles looking disapprovingly down from the walls.

Lady Merivelle, my instructor, is already waiting. She greets me with a polite smile and a knowing arch of the brow, as if she knows I would rather be anywhere else. And she's completely correct. I settle into my seat, trying to look attentive as she launches into a recounting of the Aurelian Accords and their impact on trade diplomacy. It’s interesting, on paper, but her delivery is dry as parchment. I resist the urge to rest my chin on my hand.

Soren stands by the door like a statue, arms crossed, expression unreadable. But I know better. He hates these lessons even more than I do. At least I get to sit. He has to stand there and listen to all of it, day after day, without so much as a footstool or distraction. I catch him zoning out more than once, eyes glazed as Lady Merivelle drones on about the precise angle of a formal curtsy.

When she brings up the difference between a bow offered to a trade envoy versus a highborn diplomat, I glance back at Soren just in time to see him mouth something I’m sure would get him dismissed if anyone else had noticed. I stifle a laugh and refocus just in time to answer a question about old border treaties. Barely.

𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔

My next lesson is one I don’t have to be dragged to.

The moment etiquette ends, I’m on my feet—books still half-open, notes forgotten, the hem of my gown brushing chairs as I make my way down the winding corridor toward the old solarium-turned-classroom at the western wing of the palace. The room is a patchwork of old stone and creeping ivy, with high ceilings and glass walls that let the sunlight pour in. Or… they did. One window is still missing, shattered in spectacular fashion during last week’s lesson when a spell meant to coax a sprouting vine got a little overenthusiastic and nearly took out the entire frame.

I try not to dwell on that.

My magic comes easily. Too easily, sometimes. It lives just beneath my skin—bright and restless and alive. When I call on it, the world responds. Plants bloom at a glance, light bends around me if I let it, animals seem to understand me before I speak. But control? That part doesn’t come as naturally. My tutor, Master Ilharen, says my gift is powerful, yes—but undisciplined. Raw. Like an untrained instrument that plays itself louder than it should.

Still, I enjoy it. I love the feeling of it humming through my hands, the way the air shifts when I shape it, how the garden vines ripple toward me like they know me. Today’s lesson focuses on focus and restraint—channeling energy into precise spells rather than letting it spill in every direction. I try. I really do. But the potted carnation we’re practicing on nearly doubles in size before I manage to rein it in.

Soren, once again posted near the door, does not look reassured. He sidesteps a leafy tendril as it brushes past him like it has a mind of its own. Which, knowing my magic, it probably does.

Ilharen doesn’t even flinch anymore. He just sighs and gestures for me to try again.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

By the time my final lesson rolls around, the sun has climbed high and the palace air is warm with the scent of sun-heated stone and distant wildflowers. I trade my slippers for leather boots and shrug into a training tunic—lightweight, sleeveless, and stitched to accommodate wings without getting in the way. Then it’s down to the southern edge of the palace grounds, where the forest presses close and the training fields lie nestled between the trees.

Combat training is, surprisingly, one of the most exhilarating parts of my day. I’ll never be built for swordplay—not with my frame, and certainly not with how cumbersome a blade feels in my hands. But a bow? A bow fits. Clean, precise, elegant.

Captain Cain is already waiting near the edge of the training arena, arms crossed, expression unreadable as always. He gives me a single nod when I arrive, then jerks his head toward the tree line where the real training takes place. I don’t need further instruction—I’ve done this enough times now to know exactly what’s expected. Soren lounges nearby, leaning against a tree with one of his usual smug expressions. He’s not technically part of this lesson, but that’s never stopped him from offering plenty of unsolicited advice, most of which actually sounds helpful—until I realize it’s laced with sarcasm.

Today’s course isn’t simple target practice. I’ve long since outgrown shooting at stationary straw dummies from twenty paces. Instead, enchanted targets wait deeper in the woods—animated constructs that don’t just stand there, but dodge, weave, and move unpredictably. Some charge. Others scatter the moment they sense movement. The forest itself is thick with undergrowth, branches, and shifting light, which means I can’t rely on a clear shot. I have to move, climb, and fly—darting between trees, wings half-flared for balance, arrows already drawn before I even spot my next target.

It’s fast. Demanding. And I love every second of it.

I launch into the trees, heart quickening, muscles alive with anticipation. I can hear one of the targets crashing through the brush below—low and heavy, designed to mimic a charging opponent—while another zips past overhead like a phantom. I twist midair, loose two arrows in quick succession, and drop back to the ground with my wings tucked tight to avoid a branch. The first shot misses. The second lands. There’s a sharp clang of contact and a flicker of light as the spell within the target shatters.

Behind me, I hear Soren whistle—low and impressed—though I’m sure he’ll still have something smug to say the moment I return. Captain Cain, of course, says nothing at all. But I can see the smallest flicker of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. And that’s enough.

𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆

After combat training, the last thing I want is to go back inside and sit through paperwork or planning or yet another round of diplomatic lessons. My body’s still humming with energy, and the weather is too perfect to waste indoors—clear skies, golden light, a faint breeze weaving through my feathers. So instead of heading back toward the palace, I break away from the training grounds and take the winding gravel path that leads up toward the stables.

Soren falls into step beside me, casting a curious glance that quickly turns into something knowing. He doesn’t ask where I’m going. He already knows.

But before we even make it halfway there, Lilian appears—fluttering down from one of the upper balconies with her usual uncanny sense for where I’ll be. She lands gracefully in front of us, holding a covered basket wrapped in linen, and doesn’t even bother directing her gaze at me. Instead, she hands the basket straight to Soren.

“Make sure she eats,” she says, fixing him with a look that leaves no argument. “And don’t steal it all for yourself.”

Soren blinks, mildly offended, then lifts the corner of the cloth and peers inside. “No promises,” he mutters, but the way he tucks the basket under one arm tells me he’s already committed. Lilian gives him a prim little nod and glances at me just once, lips twitching at the corner like she knows exactly how this will go.

By the time we reach the stables, everything is already prepared. The stable hands have come to know my habits by now—after combat training, I almost always end up here. Lyria is waiting in the shaded corral just outside the main stable building, already saddled and lightly brushed, her reins fastened with elegant silver buckles engraved with faintly glowing runes. She stands poised and alert, her swan-like head lifted toward the sound of my footsteps. Her coat glistens like moonlight on silk, and her long, muscular tail flicks once with anticipation, curling like a whip behind her.

She lets out a soft, high trill the moment she sees me, a call that lands somewhere between a greeting and a demand. I grin and hurry the last few steps toward her, reaching out to stroke along the fine slope of her neck and the gleaming leather of the saddle straps. Her sharp eyes flick toward Soren briefly, then back to me, clearly unamused by his presence. She’s never liked sharing.

It takes only a moment to adjust the fit of the reins before I mount, the familiar saddle molding perfectly to my frame. It’s enchanted, designed specifically to accommodate both comfort and balance during high-speed riding—necessary, given how Lyria moves. She waits only until I’m fully settled before she paws once at the ground, already itching to run.

Behind me, Soren clambers onto one of the palace’s larger riding horses with considerably more effort. The poor beast—sturdy and good-tempered—tosses its head once in mild protest as Soren adjusts in the saddle. He mumbles something about how it isn’t fair to pit a war-bred draxie against a "nobleman’s plowhorse," but he reins it in anyway and falls in behind me.

I let Lyria take the lead, her hooves light on the stone as we make our way down the winding forest path that leads to the outer grounds. The trees open up into glades and sun-dappled clearings, and soon enough, I give her the signal she’s been waiting for.

She bolts forward in a burst of speed, weaving effortlessly through the woods with all the power and grace she was born for. The wind whips through my hair, cool and sharp with the scent of pine and moss, and I lean forward just slightly, shifting in rhythm with her stride. She clears low branches with a leap, curves around tree trunks without slowing, and moves with such liquid precision it feels more like flying than riding.

Behind me, I can just barely hear the distant sound of Soren shouting something—probably sarcastic—as he’s left in our wake. I don’t slow down. He’ll catch up. Eventually.

I simply smile and let Lyria run.

𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

Eventually, Lyria’s pace slows, her breathing even and unbothered despite the ground we’ve covered. The trees begin to thin, light dappling through the canopy above as we reach the edge of a small clearing—one of my favorite hidden places in the palace woods. A low waterfall spills gently into a crystalline pool, framed by smooth stones and flowering reeds. The water glimmers with hints of magic, untouched and mirror-clear, fed by some enchanted underground spring. It’s always quiet here, always cool, and the air smells faintly of violets and moss.

I slide down from Lyria’s back and give her a gentle pat before she trots off to graze nearby, her tail flicking lazily in the golden light. Soren arrives a few moments later, looking more winded than he’ll admit, and dismounts with the grace of someone who definitely wasn’t built for long rides at draxie speed.

We settle beneath a tree near the water’s edge, and he finally hands over the basket Lilian gave him—though not before attempting to claim first pick of the contents. I smack his hand away, earning a dramatic sigh and a halfhearted glare. Inside, the basket is packed with soft rolls, sliced apples and cinnamon, honey-roasted nuts, wedges of cheese, and sugared berries nestled in a cloth-lined bowl. We eat slowly, sprawled out on the grass in the warm shade, passing things back and forth with the kind of wordless ease that comes from time and trust.

At some point, a berry comes flying across the space between us and bounces off my shoulder. I retaliate instantly, and a short-lived war breaks out—quiet laughter, a few choice mutters, and a lot of berry casualties left squished in the grass. Eventually, we call a truce and fall back into quiet conversation, our voices blending with the rush of water and the occasional call of birds overhead.

After we finish eating, I kick off my boots and wander toward the edge of the pool, letting my toes dip into the cool, clear water. It’s refreshing—just cold enough to make me shiver, but not enough to chase me away. I roll my leggings up to my knees and wade in a little farther, arms loose at my sides as I tip my face to the sky and breathe in the scent of wet stone and blooming wildflowers.

Soren doesn’t follow.

I glance back and catch him sitting stubbornly in the grass a good distance from the water, arms crossed and clearly not tempted to join me.

“You’re not still sulking about last time, are you?” I call over my shoulder, entirely too innocent.

He doesn’t answer, but the look he gives me is eloquent enough. He is still sulking about last time. To be fair, I did push him in. But he’d deserved it.

He mutters something about trust, treachery, and dignity lost to deep water, and shifts just a little farther back as I splash in his general direction.

I don’t push it. Not this time. Instead, I stretch my wings slightly to catch the breeze and sink down onto a sun-warmed rock at the edge of the pool, my feet still dangling in the water, the rest of the world kept at bay for just a little while longer.

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂

Tumbler’s image limit is the bane of my existence. So yeah, some of the images may be a little blurry, but I tried my best. I don’t really know how to use tumblr yet so this is the best I can do for now. But anyways, I am a little excited, because this is sort of the first time I can show off some of the people in my dr's personalities a little more. So that's fun at least.

@lalalian

#desired reality #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifters #scripting #original dr rambles

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prkhaven · 3 months ago

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LUCIFER -p.sh-

Banished away by the only place he’s ever known, Sunghoon was going to make sure the heavens regret ever betraying him by ruining you

pairing— fallen angel!sunghoon x virgin angel fem!reader

genre: smut minors do not interact, angel au, forbidden love, p with some/little to no plot

wc: 10k

warnings: manipulation, profanity, kissing, reader is innocent and a little oblivious

smut warnings: unprotected sex (safety first), p in v, edging, dirty talk, virginity loss, spitting, praising, fingering, corruption kink, oral (f rec.), breeding kink, overstimulation, pussy slapping, dacryphilia, usage of nicknames(angel, good girl, bad girl, pretty)

lily’s note: better late than never and happy 1k followers

Silence filled the atmosphere, shifting into something darker, looming and menacing. A nightmare—Your biggest nightmare come to life.

The known fallen realm walked through the entrance led by Sunghoon who chose to disregard the obvious attire formality of a masquerade ball.

Dressed in all black attire, none of the people matching together however still collectively wearing outfits that complimented solely each other. Easily due to the influence of Sunghoon’s doing.

Your jaw clenched because as much as you wanted to be angry for the lack of consciousness, especially in Sunghoon's part, you couldn’t deny that even as a fallen angel, he’ll remain the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

He threads closer to you. One large stride after another until he is right before you, bowing his head as a sign of respect—One that he used to receive himself when he was once in your very position.

Delicately picking your burning hand into his freezing ones, he planted a soft peck on it but never once did his eyes ever leave yours. There was a chill up your spine as he only gave a slight gleaming smirk before pulling away leaving your warm hand cold without his.

“You’ve done a marvelous job” His tone rumbling out deeply making your squirm, he smirked pulling out his masquerade mask hovering just over his eyes, a restful laid back smirk on his face

A chill ran up your spine from his enticing voice. It used to be warm and welcoming but now it felt taunting and teasing, “I expected nothing less from the perfect angel”

𓆩 𓆪

The ball returned to its somewhat regular state after that. Everyone amongst the two different realms stayed in their respective space, fearful of interacting with the other.

No matter how years pass by of the same ball being hosted yearly, nothing has changed. You nibbled on your lip trying to figure out some—any way that unites the two completely different worlds for one night all the way to sunrise when the ball has been concluded.

Too deep in your head, you didn’t pick up on the looming darkness behind until you heard it, “Do you dance?”

Your body froze while your mind erased everything it was thinking about when you turned around to see Sunghoon standing behind you. At least he had his mask on this time.

“Excuse me?” You whispered raising an eyebrow once seeing his offering hand for you grasp

“It’ll help liven up the ball just a little. Seeing you with me might do you the favors” He darkly chuckled, “Don’t want anyone seeing you in a dark light now do we angel?”

Crossing your legs at the sudden pet name falling from his mouth made you unexplainably bothered. You were annoyed by the unknown sensation that it was the perfect opportunity for him to clasp your hands into his.

You let out a silent squeal as you were suddenly brought dead center of the empty dance floor, his hand carefully landing on your waist while the other held your hand high in the air. A suddenly deepening instrumental rippled through the large hall and only then did your body’s move in sync.

“Not bad” He whispered loud enough to ear as he twirled you

Your complete white attire mixed with his dark one stuck out like a sore thumb. All eyes were on you, watching and witnessing the first dance between an angel and fallen angel in centuries.

Not even Sunghoon had chosen to dance with a fallen angel during his time as the perfect angel—A time long ago before his banishment.

He smirked noticing the gazes, his hand on your waist tightened as he guided you through the entire floor.

Whether you wanted to admit it or not, not once have you taken your eyes off Sunghoon. Ignoring the hushed whispers and questioning gazes of why you were with Sunghoon of all people. Why be with a traitor?

It didn’t matter however, well at least not at this very moment. Through the mask, he managed to shine brighter than any angel in the ball. Even way brighter than you.

“Do I have something on my face?” His voice laced with something that was never there before, something inviting

Eyes trained on you seeing the subtle gulp you tried to hide as you looked away from him shaking your head trying to get rid of the burning feeling on your cheek. He wondered what made you so shy all of sudden.

His hand lets go of yours leaving it to fall to his shoulder as he hooked his finger under your chin up to bring your eyes back onto him. You let out a breathless shudder noticing a difference in his smile now.

“There you go” He softly murmured before his fingers trailed from your shoulder to go lower on your arm until he found the palm of your hand to pry it off his shoulder and open to tangle his fingers perfectly with yours

In a state of shock, you didn’t close your hand leaving his hand to be the only one gripping yours. Anyone near would be able to see the shake of your body and the light goosebumps spreading all throughout from his cold touch.

You looked at him only made the smirk of his grow wider as he watched you. All from the rise of a goosebump on your arm that was later than the rest to the way your hands never fully closed around him. Yet, it was just enough where he could feel your fingers grazing his knuckles and how your clothes flowed around you so elegantly—Just like how he used to.

The music faded to mere background music as you solely focused on who was in front of you. A sharp glint in his eyes made your body turn and twist in ways you never experienced before. You could feel the thump against your chest grow faster the more you’re looking at him and in his hold.

The warmth of your hand disappeared when Sunghoon pulled away right before the music ended. Your eyes flashed trying to reconnect back into the world you were disconnected from to see Sunghoon bowing towards you. “It was a pleasure-“

He couldn’t finish his words when you were suddenly called out to and without a second spared turned a heel and left him behind on the now growing dance floor.

Your dance welcomed a new opportunity no one dared to touch but seeing you and Sunghoon dancing together—so beautifully, it allowed two opposite worlds to string together.

He watched your speeding legs towards who called you, his eyes never leaving you lighting patting at his chest. “See you soon angel”

𓆩 𓆪

Excusing yourself into the depths of an abandoned room with a large window letting the moonlight in as its only source of light. You let out a frustrated yell, removing your mask and throwing it onto the dust filled vanity, your body felt too hot to fully comprehend what was happening.

You were supposed to be celebrating after successfully starting the ball in ways no one else has ever done before. The fallen realm and your realm hesitantly but finally mingling together.

Yet, you’ve locked yourself deep into a room as you tried to get rid of the nasty feeling forming, clinging and trickling down.

Your stomach twisted and there was an ache down below in places you know were forbidden. Having read about these symptoms before in books restricted from the public eye but you had access to because of your current status.

Trying to shake your head to wake up from this growing nightmare. You fiddled with your purity ring like it could bring some hidden clarity.

Every angel received one to acknowledge their strong willed spirit, their deep devoted loyalty and hidden innocence to not fall into those sickening traps of false pleasure.

Roughly spinning the cold metal your finger as you stared at it.

This all started because of Sunghoon and his haunting spirit clouding around you from the moment he stepped foot into the ball.

You wish you could curse him out for managing to make you feel this way but your words caught in your throat unable to express how you were truly feeling.

You dipped your head low, finger still turning your ring clockwise. You wanted to enjoy the ball you worked so hard on without the lingering pain settling worse within you.

You whimpered hating how the mess only grew clinger to the point of discomfort. Flushing your body onto the vanity with your discarded mask, you looked up to see the hollowness in your eyes.

It was a search for something far out of reach. You knew that and yet the urge grew more. You wanted it so badly.

“Stop thinking about it” You mumbled quietly to yourself, “Stop it. You can’t think like this. You can’t have it-”

“Can’t have what angel?”

You jumped, knocking yourself into the vanity harshly with a yell you muffled when your hand landed over your mouth.

In the corner of the dark room, you see Sunghoon sitting in a wooden chair, head knocked back while his arms fell off to the side. “What- How long have you been here?!” You turned your body around to face him as he finally rose his head up with a deep sigh

Opening his eyes, you felt the sudden shiver creeping out of you when his harsh narrowed eyes looked at you. He tilted his head to the side, his hair falling in the same motion. The moonlight was the only way you were able to make out his silhouette but you could still see it like daylight.

You can nearly feel his shoulders again under your itching hands sending a wave past your stomach and itching further down.

Sunghoon observed you, his eyes raked over as he took in how the moonlight reflected on your outfit, structuring your outline perfectly as you looked at him with unknown hungry eyes beneath the innocent facade.

He smirked wildly when your legs unconsciously squished together. Realizing you were in a confined room away from everyone’s eyes and in front of you was him terrified you.

Sunghoon stood up from the chair, his height growing by the second as the ominous feel started to crawl into the back of your throat. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Your chest rose and fell with each heavy breath you took as he steps closer to you, “Like what?” Your voice barely above a whisper that could be heard

“Like you want to eat me up”

Sunghoon stood in front of you. The moonlight shining perfectly over him. Your heart stopped in your throat as your hands fidgeted back to the drawers on the vanity against your back.

For the first time, his eyes trailed down further to drink in your appearance. Noticing the effort you put into every single detail to be perceived in the white light of innocence—perfection—glory.

Indeed a perfect angel.

His hands landed on each side of you forcing you in between and keeping you in place. He leveled his head until his breath fanned over yours that he could hear the silent shake in it. Nose nearly brushing against each other while he stared deep into your eyes.

You feel so bare even though you were fully clothed. Sunghoon looked at you like you were an open book just for him, the pages filled with every thought that ever crossed your mind, even the far forbidden ones you tried to ignore.

“What’s wrong angel?” He removed a hand from the vanity to run his fingers to ghost your shaky arm

Your heavy breaths only worsened. Your eyes wavered trying to look away from him but couldn’t. The rationality faded away as your fear filled eyes now replaced with the glinting hunger.

He held back his smirk wanting to be as welcoming as possible to you. His ghosting fingers landed on your skin burning you up instantly. “You can talk to me” His voice slurred the words together, “You’re wrong if you think no one will understand”

“I can understand you, I’m the only one that knows what’s going on” His words of comfort seeped deeper into your mind meddling into the cracked walls of it

You looked towards him. Besides his clear banishment, you knew who else would know better than the previous perfect angel? Sunghoon knew things that you didn’t know of and he could help.

“There’s something bothering me…” Your soft voice made his heart roar against his chest

“Talk to me” He noticed how your eyes flickered all over his face, memorizing everything that he had to offer

The moles on his face, his sharp nose, his obviously built body. It struck you harder when you were reminded of the clothes he wore. The contrast to yours, reminding you of who he is—what his status is compared to your.

An angel forced to fall from grace.

Your mouth dropped and you quickly shook your hands and head. “I-I No. I shouldn’t” Your shaky voice did nothing but prove wrong your growing desire

“But you can” He whispered, “That's the beauty of it. You can” His ghostings fingers softly gripped your arms to wake you up from reality to drag you deep into fantasy

His hands trailed over your arms, each move burning more than the last. You shivered in his touch, something in the back of your mind, the little rationality you had left screaming at you to get away as far as you can.

But you jolted feeling his hands land onto your stomach and resting there. His thumb rubbed softly as he looked deep into your eyes,“It’s okay angel”

“Just tell me and I promise to make it all go away” His reassuring voice, his burning touch, you whimpered loudly.

Sunghoon’s hand froze and he felt his body become rigid hearing the pained whimper you let out. You sounded magnificent. “Hu-hurts”

“What hurts?”

Your eyes went up to look at his captivating eyes. There was reassurance, warmth that radiated deep into your soul making you melt. Deep down Sunghoon will forever be an angel regardless of his current status as a fallen one.

“Down there” You voice lowering towards the end, you felt embarrassed, your cheeks burning up and Sunghoon let out a light chuckle

“Where my hand is?” You forgot about the hand on your stomach and when you felt the faint rub of it, you nibbled on your lips harshly

He read you like an open book. “Or is it lower?” The drop of his voice and hand made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach feeling his hands thread further down, his eyes never once leaving yours

The hitch in your breath was his direct answer. Holding back a smirk, his hands drew closer acculating your clothes covering you. “Words angel… I need you to guide me” He whispered as his hands stopped just right above

With shaky hands you grabbed his wrist and brought it down further until it slotted right in between your legs. Instinctively Sunghoon cupped your core making you yelp.

Raising an eyebrow, he brought his mouth to fan over your ear, “Oh… This is a easy fix”

Your body felt so hot. His fingers softly grazed at your pussy, feeling the sticky sensation leaking through your outfit, making you jerk into his touch.

Eyes screwing shut as you lived in his grazing fingers but he ripped his hand away making you let out a pitiful gasp from the sudden warmth disappearing.

His eyes roamed over you, the bite on lip that he swears he could taste the metallic taste on his tongue.

Panting heavily, you carefully looked at Sunghoon's build. His previous face was replaced with a comforting look as his hand grazed your neck higher before his thumb was outlining your cheek. “May I help you fix it?” The tone soft and welcoming

“I hate to see you suffer what I suffered through”

Pure genuine emotion in his eyes folded you in half. Believing him almost instantaneously. You pouted your lips as you pawed at his wrist again, instigating more from him.

“Easy I’m going to help you” He chuckled softly noticing your eagerness, you looked at him with shaky eyes fueling his insides to roar louder than ever before, “Just say the words” His voice hushed

Knowing what he wanted, you nibbled at your lip, licking over the dryness of them. The thoughts running through your mind fading into nothing as all else disappeared when you looked into his eyes, he knew what you wanted.

“H-Help me Sunghoon” Your voice barely above a whisper but it was like a siren call to him that dragged him to you, he smiled softly before dipping his head into a hang

He lifted his head and looked straight into your eyes again with a nod of his head, “Anything for you… Perfect angel” He reminded but before you could retaliate his cold hand cupped at your clothed core again

You gasped, your hands rushing over to clasp over your mouth with a pained sound slipping through. The tips of his finger already teasing through the fabric, feeling the dampening material hitting them.

Your free hand clasped around his dipped wrist, your breath shuddering with each slide of his fingers as they rose higher in between your folds until they met your sensitive bud. “S-Sunghoon”

“That’s my name” His whisper rung in the shell of your ear

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head the moment his finger pushed on a sensitive spot that made you wail. His fingers mimicked an infinity motion that made your arms flail to his shoulders. Your head racked against him as your chest felt heavy.

“It’s okay. I’m right here with you” The words passed your ears to your mind, your shaky hands holding onto him for support

A jolting shivering rose up your spine as your mind became hazy to the feel. Sunghoon’s finger dipped in between your folds, the feel of your soaking self seeping through to his finger made him harshly bite his lip.

Roughly bringing his finger back to your clit, your head hung low as you steadied your breaths with pants. Your heart was beating out of your chest that you swore he could hear it from how close he was to you now.

Your mouth opened to say something but you felt his cold hand trailing around your jaw. Separate movements managing to make you jolt harsher in his hold. His fingers traced around your cheeks as he lifted your chin.

The glint in his eyes made you close your mouth.

“Let me hear you angel” He muttered loud enough for you to hear

The harder press against your bundle of the nerves had a tightening feel in your stomach. “Wa-Sunghoon!” You squealed louder as the tingling sensation became worse

Unable to concentrate and make a coherent sentence, your shaky hand tightly gripped his forearm as your jaw hangs open with breathless moans leaving it. Sunghoon stared at your screwed shut eyes.

Unconsciously your body rocked to feel his cupped hand. He noticed your lower body rubbing faster in his hand, he scoffed out a smile as he looked at your scrunched up face.

Hands roaming his tone build as you used his hand for your pleasure, the knot in your stomach was daring to snap. Your head falling off his body to the side as it twirled to the back.

“Sunghoon” You cried out his name

A flash flowed over his eyes. His hand cupped deeper and harder, his fingers working faster against you as your knocked back head landed onto his shoulder.

Your mouth directly into his ear, as he roughly pushed you against the vanity, the table smacking against the wall, knocking over whatever was on it in its wake, his free arm holding your back while you held onto him for support.

Your breathless moans became more frequent, you were shaking in his hold. “Weird, I feel weird” You muttered clawing at his body

“I know but it’s going to feel so good soon I promise. Just let go” He whispered soothing your raging nerves to a bay

Your mouth hangs open, pitiful whines and moans growing louder each second directly into his ear. Unable to open your eyes and assess what’s around, your body becomes limp being engulfed by him. His fingers rubbed harder against your clit, the tips of his finger dipping into the crevice in between your folds teasing your covered core.

The height with your heads in the cloud, his hand ripped away from its cupping manner as you pushed him away the moment a faint knock to the door followed by a soft calling of your name snapped you out.

Chest heaving as you harshly gulped down staring at him. His body relaxed and calm—opposite from yours. Your burning lower half left you bothered but shaking your head to snap out of it. The side of his lips tugged up seeing distress wash over you.

You immediately turned around against the vanity to see your once cleaned demeanor tarnished. Uneven short ragged breaths as you hastily pull and adjust the out of place material to its proper place.

Undeniable shaky hands dragged down your face. Clearing your throat quietly, “Okay so I’m going to leave first and then you’re going to wait a few minutes before…“ You turned around grabbing your discarded mask off the vanity in the process but stopped to see no one there

Jittering around the now empty room. Your open mouth was going to call out his name but you quickly shut it the moment the door bursts open.

Straightening out your posture and stopping in your very, you turned around to see the crowd growing by the second and spilling into the room with endless questions of your well being and of just why you would lock yourself away in this scary room.

“You have no idea what’s out there!” A voice slipped past through your ringing ears, you looked behind to the darkness of the room you were in as you were carefully guided out broken door back into the light of the bustering ball

”Look at you, you’re shaking!”A worried pitched voice cooed in your ear, rubbing up and down on your causing a silent hiss to slip through attempting to pull yourself away from the touch

Your gaze to the floor seeing your feet following after the other as your lips tugged to the side brushing past your uneven balance by the tugs pulling you away.

Angels would never do harm, you knew that much taking pride in being one and Sunghoon was once one—surely he’d abide by it again while on your turf.

𓆩 𓆪

You stared at yourself in the mirror. Managing to get through the ball under the spotlight and eyes of everyone, it felt like a weight off your shoulder.

Licking your lips to remoisturize them felt taunting as your eyes felt hollow yet thoughts ran through your mind sparking up your dull eyes for a second.

A frown laid upon your face as you harshly turned your back away.

You sighed as your shaky hand tried to calm itself as you neatly placed your mask in the corner of the table. Your gaze remained on the discarded mask for a second longer than you wanted.

Blinking harshly and slightly shook your head as you threaded to remove yourself from your attire but a light knock stopped you.

Softly turning your head to scan your room, you were met with nothing. Your eyes landing towards the doorway leading to the balcony set only for your use, your feet moved on its own as you ignored the gnawing eating at you.

Pushing open the door, the night sky and moonlight illuminating did nothing to show if there was anything out there. Quickly scanning around the area, your tensed shoulders dropped.

Rubbing your forehead with light grumbling you were going to go back finishing getting ready for sleep. Your body barely turned until you quickly whipped your head back seeing the mask neatly placed on the marble floor.

Your eyebrows knitted together before crouching down to pick up the mask.

Squinting your eyes, your eyes follow the design of it. The tips of your finger tracing after. “Like it?”

Turning too quickly, you trip over your feet. The mask at hand slipped through your fingers and fell to the ground. You gasped seeing Sunghoon’s face come into view right in front of you. His arms securely behind your back to save you from the fall. “You need to be more careful” His voice light and airy in your ears but heavy on your heart

A harsh thump smacked against your chest as your hand ran to push his body away from yours. “What are you doing here?!” Your quietly screamed

Sunghoon raised his hands up in defense. The smirk wiped off his face as he fixed his posture. “Wanted to personally bid goodbye to you” He gave a light smile before bowing his head, his arm extended over his chest to his heart

You opened your mouth to say something. He lifted his head up and his eye caught yours. You closed your mouth opting to let out a heavy sigh, rubbing at your nape before bending your body forward to return the bow.

“What are you really doing here?” Your tone questioning made him laugh, he straightened out his body before clearing his throat and tugging at the hanging neckline of his sweater

“I know everyone graced with your presence must properly bid you well” His voice dropping with each word, eyes averting yours, fingers crossing over themselves, “I really only came to say goodbye, I swear”

“That’s a bold statement to make. Especially in my presence” Your voice became stern making him drop his head

Silence fell upon you both. Your teeth gritted against each other as you watched his unmoving body. Slightly tugging at your bottom lip while keeping him in your sight, you took a step closer to him.

In his lowered eyesight, his discarded mask was brought into view. He slowly raised his head and gracing your face was a small smile that caused his own. “I believe you Sunghoon”

Simple words struck a cord deep inside of him. His resting hands balled into a fist as he let out a strained sigh as his lips tightened into a thin smile. “Thank you” He uttered carefully grabbing the mask from your hands

You pulled your hand away the moment you felt his hands graze yours. The feel instantly overwhelmed you as you looked anywhere else but at him. His eyes took notice and he uncomfortably moved his mouth around before nodding his head at you.

Turning a heel, he walked over to the edge of the balcony. His hand felt the familiar marble pillars as railings and he softly laughed at himself. “Memories?” Your voice came from behind

Simply only able to nod, he began to feel your presence growing closer to his. His fading smile returned full force on his face before peering off his shoulder to you right beside him.

Wavering eyes and a silent shake in your breath when he looked at you. Shifting his body to fully face you, his hand rested onto the rail. “You sure know how to surprise someone” You joked causing a hearty laugh from him

Your face dropped upon hearing his laugh tumble out. Noticing your silence, Sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows at you. “Sorry- I just haven’t heard you laugh”

He remained his gaze on you before looking ahead of him to the moonlit scenery—sighing heavily, his eyes naturally looking around. “I don’t really remember the last time I was able to have fun” He admitted

The shift in him made your heart churn. “Maybe that’ll change” He turned his attention back onto you

Instantaneously, you froze up under his lingering gaze. A thought crossed your mind of there being something more than he meant while a jitter coursed through you and a feel washed over as you awkwardly shifted on your feet.

His eyes looked up and down before letting his hand slip away from the rail to land at his side. He watched your eyes move in between him and the ground. His mouth teased upwards before he dropped it. The excitement began to burst out of your chest, the closer he got.

“When was the last time you had fun… Perfect Angel” The elegance tied to the name felt different than the other times people called out to you

It feels heavier—darker, more exciting now that it left your legs to squish together. Noticing your action, he stopped right in front of you.

Your eyes remained trained on the floor yet, his finger hooked under your chin. Your gaze being brought up to meet him, “I’m sure good girls are supposed to use their words”

“So use them for me pretty” Your heavy breath became shaky as an audible shudder left past your lips, your eyes fluttering as you looked over his face

His thumb stroked your cheek with a soft smile. You tried to pull your head away but he gripped your chin to keep you still. The now stroking thumb tapped at your parted lips, “Well?”

Your bottom lip quivered as he brushed over it, softly humming to himself satisfied with the plush feel under the pad of his thumb before slightly tugging it down.

His gaze remained on your mouth while yours remained on his trained eyes. In a teasing manner, he slip through your parted lips, “Sorry” He quietly muttered yet showed no sign of actual apologies

He smirked wildly, noticing how you immediately welcomed the foreign flesh into your mouth without hesitation. “Have to be careful, there’s some evil people out there” He pressed his thumb onto your tongue causing a gurgle sound to slip out

His eyes drooped as his free hand strokes your head in a slow motion, “No need to worry, I can scare them away” He murmured as your hand rose to his forehead to hold him

No intention of pushing him away, you realized you enjoyed this far more than you should have. You blabbed gibberish against his thumb, “Look at you trying to speak with your mouth full” He tooted, “You got it” He ushered you to get something out

Through the accumulative spit, your eyes became watery, the burning sensation in your core now throbbing for attention. It was far more painful than earlier. “Please” You weakly wailed and he pulled back his salvia covered thumb from your mouth

His eyes looked at the string of saliva connecting you together, he smiled to himself watching how you took deep breaths to regain composure. His hands landed at your side, lighting trugging you towards him.

A gasp slipped past his tongue as he looked at you with an unexplainable expression. “Please what?” He narrowed his eyes at you, “Use your words. I can’t read what’s in that pretty head of yours”

The words held some truth to them. Not able to read what’s directly in your mind but he can see what’s flashing glint in your eyes and how your body reacts to his touch.

You opened your mouth, playing with the words in your mind to form anything to say. His eyes burned into you, ushering the words to fall from your mouth. “Help me” The tone of voice was near pitiful and gut wrenching

His heart leaped and hammered against his chest, he softly cooed at you, “I got you angel” His hand rose up to your cheek softly creasing his thumb over it

Shuddering under your breath, his hand traveled down tracing your jaw in its wake before softly grabbing at your neck. You looked before he softly tugged you to him, his lips pressing against yours.

Unmoving from the new sense of flesh pressed against you. Your eyes widened watching his opened ones staring right back at you, he smirked in the kiss before planting pecks on the side of your mouth.

Your heart caught in your throat as you tried to gulp down the lump. Your hands squished in between your bodies as you softly gripped his shirt. The fuzz cotton under your fingertips made you shiver, the eclipse shining in the center with the deep v-cut exposing the dangling plain chain against his chest, a different shirt from what you saw at the beginning of the night.

“Want to wear it?” He hummed against your skin, his teeth faintly nicking at it made you jump at the feel

Your hands pressed at his chest as your eyes fluttered closed shut. His roaming hands rested at your back, pulling you closer to him. Instinctively, your knees buckled underneath you, the fuzzy feeling in your mind traveling everywhere.

The wet sensation soon left your skin and before you were able to open your eyes, the soft press against your lips made you hum in delight. Your hands came in between as you softly grasped his face into your hand. “There you go angel” Muttering in the kiss as he pushed your body backwards

Your legs moving with the flow as he followed after yours. His hand rose higher up your body. The dark long sleeve covering the white coloring of your top.

Focusing too much on the kiss, you barely managed to hear the faint click of the door closing until you were carefully guided onto your bed.

Laying you down on your back just enough to have your legs hanging off the edge, his body hovered over yours. Hands on each side of your head while your arms snaked around his neck to keep him close.

The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, you were putting far more teeth, nipping at his lips but he groaned when you did.

“Sorry” You muttered against his lips, unable to pull yourself away

He chuckled, shaking his head before tilting his head to deepen the kiss. “Practice will make perfect”

Your head felt heavy but the plush of his mouth moved as he placed countless kisses to the side of your face tracing it until he reached your neck again made you feel light.

His body rested softly on yours, his hands dropping to your side before slipping underneath and tracing up higher.

Breathless moans slipped through, filling the quiet room with your noise. Sunghoon felt his stomach churn hearing how you sounded.

Indeed a perfect angel meant to be tainted in darkness.

Your chest rose and dropped with each pant. Your body becoming pliant against his touch, your head buried to the side of your mattress. Squishing your legs tighter together in an attempt to ease the pressure.

Sunghoon looked at you. Placing one last kiss at your neck before pulling away. His eyes traveled to you underneath him, how your arms bent up and hand covered your face but your smile still peeked through the cracks of your fingers all whilst his hand rested on your stomach.

You were waiting for someone to come and show you. Of course no one else is going to do that but him, not only can he do that, he can do so much more—which he will.

“Absolutely perfect” He said, “But let’s fix your position” He hummed before pulling his hand away to lightly land on your thighs

You shivered, the touch near where his hand once was made your heart race. He watched your expression, how your breath hitched at where he rested.

His fingers trailed down on each side of your legs before reaching your knee. Tracing over the outline of it, he chuckled before cupping at each of them. “Open for me”

Barely noticing any resistance on the prey of your legs opening. You were so trusting, far too willing. “There you go” He quietly praised as the dipped crevice came into view.

Your glistening pussy peeking out in full display caused the jur in his own pants as he bit harshly on his tongue to hold back the moan to slip out.

He carelessly forgot. Undergarments weren’t a thing here.

“Fuck” He breathlessly whispered under this breath making you snap your head to him, eyes wide looking right at him as you tried to pull your legs away

Quickly his grip tightened on your knees, “I didn’t mean it. Forgive me angel” He slurred the words as he sank down to his knees causing you to push yourself up to your arms, “It was careless of me to say that. I’m sorry”

You looked at him and your heart nearly jumped out seeing the position. Laying on his knees in front of your opened legs, his head cranked up to you as his eyes bore into yours. Your jaw dropped as you tried to get him to stand up again but failed when he gently pushed you back. “Let me work for your forgiveness. See if I’m worthy of it”

“Sung-“ You stopped when his fingers feathered up to the and his face inched closer before burying in the warmth of your pussy, instantly inhaling the scent with the wet slick rubbing on his nose

You squealed loudly the moment his face touched upon your bare self. Hands falling around your mouth to stop the sounds from bouncing out louder than you wanted. Sunghoon looked from between your legs and frowned instantly, “You don’t have to cover your mouth”

“No one can hear anything” He watched how you took his words without a second thought and loosened your hand before having it fall to your side to grab onto the sheets in support

“Don’t let yourself hold back. Let anything and everything out- Don’t think about it and just let go”

Your body nearly toppled when you felt a wet stride strike across your folds, his hands moved from your knees to your hips as he held them to keep you in place.

“Let me apologize” His voice muffled sending vibration from your core straight to your head

Slacking his jaw, his mouth closed tasting the essence of you on his taste buds making him instantly light headed. “Hoon!” Your voice pitched out as you tried to pull away but he placed a hand on your stomach ushering you to lay back down

“Let me at least do this for you” He pulled away a string connecting in between making you try to close your legs but he forced them open.

Burying his head back into you, “Don’t close them on me” Your mouth fell open again when he sucked on your bud that shot electricity throughout your entire body

You’ve read about this in the books at the restricted library. You just couldn’t recall what the name is. Your body arched off your bed, your lower half pressed firmly against the mattress as he kept you there.

“So sweet. So damn sweet” You managed to hear him through the ringing of your ears while his tongue smeared around your folds, expanding the wet mess

Your soft whines seeped past through his ears to his brain as he lapped at your pussy like a man who's been starved of his favorite meal. “Sunghoon” You breathlessly call out his name but unable to say anything further more when something slipped past your tight hole

He hissed at raw narrow tightness, “Good girl” He watched as his single finger disappeared in you, your hole spasming around the intrusion trying to push him out—to deny yourself of what you want

The hand holding you in place rubbed its thumb against you. Your breath shudders with you trying to articulate words when you feel the drag of his finger leave your gummy walls before easing back in. “So wet… Makes it so much easier”

Your head knocked back into the mattress while your hand fisted at the sheets. His finger slid in and out of you, his eyes watching how you coated him—leaking around and sliding off through the crevice crack.

His eyes zeroed in how your fluids traced down the dip of your body, threading into a territory he promises to work his way to.

You let out a loud wail when his finger curled inside, feeling the soft gum of your walls at his fingertips. You shook your head but his mouth attached itself back to your clit making you moan out his name.

Sunghoon smirked once he heard the increased volume of your noises. Taking his words as exactly as he told you—he smirked against your pussy before sucking at your folds as his finger swirled around.

Your hand itches to play with his hair and he felt the hesitance radiating off of you. He’s quick to grab your hand and ruffle it into his hair, giving you the chance to hold him.

Instantly, your hands tangled into his hair. The smoothness of it raked through the slots of your fingers as you closed your eyes, allowing your mouth to slack itself—letting all noise slip out.

You cried out when your hole was stretched even more after the addition of another finger. He pushed your walls apart, scissoring you open all while his tongue tried to slip in daring to open even wider.

Lifting his fingers to brush against your gummy walls in a repetitive motion had you shivering, “So pretty” He praised, his eyes focused on your stretched out hole, “You take stuff so well”

Your stomach flooded at the feel, a curling sensation forming the more he slipped his fingers in and out, curling them at just the right moment when he eased in and correlating it with his mouth on you.

He could tell you were close. The pulse around his fingers was the indicator. He pumped his fingers at a faster pace, “Hold on wait- m“ You felt a spasming feeling in your stomach, weakly shaking your head as your moans became broken

Your eyes screwed shut but shot open when the crunching feeling was ripped away causing you to let out a deep whine. But the feel of a wet sensation landing onto your core made you freeze as you looked to see the string of saliva falling from his mouth down onto you.

His eyes remained on your pussy, his finger creasing over your mound spreading his spit around your sensitive folds. Having pulled them apart watching the contraction motion of your hole before letting go.

His hand slapped at your pulsing self and you loudly gasped and tried to close your legs but he pressed his body in between to prevent that.

“You’re already leaking so much…” He softly muttered to himself before sending another soft slap to your soaking self made you jump in shock, the wet sound ringing out your room while your incomplete fluids splashed around

You tried to weakly call out his name until you noticed him admiring the fingers that were once knuckles deep inside of you. He examined his hand with a soft smile on his lips before bringing it to his lips, sucking them clean.

When he looked over to you, he observed how you looked at his pruned soaked fingers and he lightly chuckled before bringing them to your lips, tracing over them. His thumb cupped your jaw while his index finger rubbed at your lips before forcing it open to slip in.

You accepted the invitation of his two fingers without resistance, he darkly chuckled as he pushed further down.

Your throat constricted him, rumbles of gargle sounds erupted out preventing him from going any further and he smirked feeling how your throat tightened around his fingers. Cooing at you as his free hand creased your head, “Don’t worry, I promise to you’ll be able to take more soon” He assured you before pulling out his fingers

He shook his hand, riding off the excess wetness on them as he let out a laugh. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He hummed tilting his head to the side an amused smile on his face

“Like what?” You frowned slightly as you looked at him with narrowed eyes

“It’s okay to feel frustrated. It doesn’t always feel like that. I’m checking what you can handle and what you can’t”

“I don’t want you to get hurt for biting off more than you can chew” His hand creased at your head, the same comforting smile stretching across his face prompting your own in mere seconds

“I promise you that this is it. You have my word” He hummed before carefully placing a peck onto your forehead, “Let me do all the work, just sit there and look pretty for me angel” the stretched name made your heart hammered against your chest as you hips rutted in the air

Sunghoon tooted his lips, slightly shaking his head. “Impatient” He sighed before slapping at your still sensitive pussy again

You lightly groaned, your body crumbling forward but he pushed your upper body back down the mattress to keep you laying and exposed for him, “Good girls can get punished if they misbehave. You don’t want to be like that okay?”

“A perfect angel must be the best. The standard, to show everyone that no one can reach you—that no one can ever be as worthy as you”

“You can’t taint yourself with unnecessary things” He explained and his words had an underlying hint underneath it that made your eyebrows furrow

“And is this unnecessary?”

Your question made him look at you, eyes softening the moment he catches yours slightly shaking his head. “Of course not. These are the needs that have to be cured and taken care of”

“If these were deemed unnecessary, it wouldn’t happen in the first place”

Softly cupping your face into his hands, he placed a kiss onto your lips—a little longer than the past times. “You need to be taken care of. So please let me have the honor of doing so” He asked, almost pleading with the slurred toned he used

With the soft nod of your head, his smile itched greater, his cheeks pulling higher. His hands pulled away from your head and fiddled with the belt of his pants. The metal clanking sound had your eyes wandering to the evident bulge peeking out, only to see it grow in size when his pants fell to the floor.

Your eyes furrowed, noticing the second layer of fabric covering him. “It’s standard procedure for us when you’re there” He meant where he now resided in the fallen realm

Nodding your head at his response to your silent question, “Take them off” He quietly said, taking a step closer to you and grabbing your hand, “I’ll help you”

You sucked your bottom lip and gulped harshly as he guided your fingers to hook at the top of the piece of material before dragging, guiding your hands to pull down the fabric in its way.

Your heart jumped before stopping as your eyes grew in size seeing what was in front of you. How what was being confined inside of the thin fabric sprung out once it was freed, the angry leaking tip hitting against him as you fully pulled down his briefs to land with his pants.

He watched as you took at the notice of the large shaft resting, “This is going to make you feel good too” He inched close to close the gap inbetween

Your eyes flickered in between his strained smile and erection staring right at you. “Take a big deep breath for me angel” His voice hoarse and strained trying to lace it over with a warm, comforting feel

Grabbing his shaft at hand, he silently hissed at the cold touch but tried to shake his head. Sizing himself to your slicked folds, before his tip touched the essence of you with his own. He silent hissed, nearly knocking his back as he rubbed an inch of his cock over your folds.

He could hear the gasp you let out but he remained focused on watching how your arousal coated him the more he pressed himself higher between you. “Just setting everything up” His voice was straining as he watched the layer of your pussy spread as he slipped by

Your quiet moans filled his mind when his tip gilded higher until it grazed over your clit. His moves are slow and calculated, trying to coat himself as much as possible, that his hands are drenched by what’s leaking out of you.

“So fucking wet” He whispered under his breath as it got blocked by your growing pants when he dragged himself harder against you, the pace growing faster

His hand wrapped harder around his cock as he focused on how you were leaking even more that he didn’t believe was even possible.

Your eyes were closed, the foreign feel of flesh upon flesh made your heart jitter in your chest. Forbidden was all that changed through your mind but you weakly shook your head when the rubbing suddenly stopped.

Trying to snap out of the dizzying pain, Sunghoon aligned himself at your entrance. His heart beating so loud he swore you’d be able to hear it over yours. He licked his lips once he realized your gaze was now on him.

Your eyes wander around, noticing the plain necklace hanging on his neck but it disappears from your mind when a flesh tip is teased at your hole before trying its best to push past the undeniable squeeze and focus on how you strived to accept him.

Sunghoon’s body crumbled forward, arms resting on each side of your head as he weakly held himself up while his head fell into the crevice between your neck and shoulder.

His breath shook as he tried his best to even his raging mind out. His sanity and rationality plumpting further down the hole he left them in.

“Never thought there could be anything more perfect than you” He grunted, pushing past the tightness of you as you gripped around him, “But your pussy tells me otherwise”

“Too much- Too big!” You thrashed, tears brimming at your eyes as the stretch grew more as he inched deeper, “Sung- Hurts!” You cried out but he only cranked his neck to nuzzle into your neck

He messily placed kisses against your neck, sucking on the skin to tarnish it. “I know but you’re a good girl. You can take it for me angel”

Your fingers dug into his back, holding onto him while the tears split and fell down your cheeks. Sunghoon kissed your tears away, messily pampering you with kisses, “Focus on me” He grunted once he bottomed out

Clenching around him as you tried to get adjusted to the size you never believed to be introduced to or feel ever in your life.

“So full” You weakly muttered causing him let out a strained laugh

“Taking me so well” He messily kissed your cheek, “Never doubted you’d be so good to me—maybe even too good for me”

You opened your mouth to respond but instead a guttural hissed left your throat when he softly moved an inch away from you. “Shh I know”

“Do you trust me?”

His words meant to feel heavier but to your mushed mind, you nodded your head right away. “I trust you Sunghoon”

Forfeiting to him caused his cock to twitch inside of you. The closed confinement made it nearly impossible to move or try to stop himself from coming at that moment. “It’s going to feel good, I promise”

A silent hissed mixed together as he carefully dragged himself out as much as he was allowed to before pushing himself back into you. “Shit” He groaned loudly, “So fucking tight-“

You buried your head into the crook of his neck as your bottom lip shivered. Your face covered in your tears as you let out pained wails, “Look at me. I need to see you” He pushed your clinging body away until you came into his view

Your chest rising with each shaky breath you took, your eyes staring at him before his head dipped and captured one of your breasts into his mouth. Hands flung to his hair, harshly tugging at it when he pulled out more before slamming right back into you.

You wrench your fingers to interlock with his hair, your body barely able to jerk up with him resting against you.

Sliding out and repeating the same motion of going back into you, Sunghoon swears he’s returned to where he was meant to belong—in heaven.

The sounds that leaked from your mouth only fueled the carnal desire within him. Once finding a pace that he felt you clench around him tighter than anything ever before but grateful for your arousal leaking around him and slipping by, he didn’t let up.

Grabbing at your sides, the tip of his cock prepping and tickling your insides made you melt. “Burns Hoonie” You squealed, your hands dragging down his back, holding onto him desperately

“I’m right here angel. Doing amazing- Taking me so good in that sweet pussy of yours” He grumbled as his hips slammed against yours, the lewd sound of your arousal plastering on him made your face scrunch and your stomach burn

“Sung…Hoon! Ho-hoon!” Your voice were like sirens in his ears, Sunghoon’s body couldn’t let up to a slow pace—forbiddening that thought from his mind

Harshly meeting you with his hips, his grunts grew more frequent. “Look at you calling out to me” He laughed, “Cock feels that good in you?”

Only able to nod your head, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body jolts forwards from his thrust. He watched how you moved on the mattress, how the loud creaking of your bed would easily expose you. A smirk plastered on his face when his hand twisted at your nipple making you loudly squeal.

“Answer me”

You tried to hide your face but he gripped your chin to keep you from looking away from him. His stern gaze made you scrunch your face before wailing out, “Feels so good- I love it”

He smirked but it dropped because it wasn’t enough. Selfishly, he wanted more—He will get more.

“Not good enough” He grunted, “Say you love how deep it’s inside you. How fucking good my cock is to you”

Your face scrunched, shaking your head but his grip on your jaw worsened, ushering you to say—he knew you felt it, you just needed to openly admit it.

Aimlessly opening your mouth to speak, “So good. So deep. I love your-“ Your voice got caught in your throat to finish the sentence

“Say it angel”

A sudden harder thrust made you scream, your nails clawing at his back that you were sure you were scratching him through his top. “Love your cock” You meek out just enough for him to hear

Sunghoon’s smirk grew wider. “What about if I fill you up? You like the sound of that mhm?”

“Taking everything in you like the good angel you are?” His hands squeezed your cheeks as he messily placed a kiss on your lips. Teeth clashing and saliva dripping as he drilled his cock into your soaped core

The meant to be empty space forever in you was filled by him. Every inch he added into you, you felt. His tip grazing over spots causing you to hold onto his bicep, enjoying the strained bulge it provided.

You whined against his lips but he drank up all the sounds, your body consuming him as he consumed your mind.

Feeling your abdomen shift into a higher sensitivity, suddenly tightening as your fingers dug harder into his bicep, your whines turned into straight moans. “I feel weird again-“ You pointed out as you pulled away from the mess of his lips

“I can feel it angel” Sunghoon chuckled seeing your lips swollen, “Sucking me more into you, like you don’t want to let go of me”

“It’s okay, I promised you could let go this time”

He brought his head next to yours, his lips tickling against your ear, “Come for me angel”

The words shift a gear into your mind. Your body becomes hyper aware of everything. How heavy your breathing was, how the concealed sounds coming from Sunghoon soon slips past to your ears.

And just how pulled apart your pussy was from the new intrusion with the heights given to you.

The dried tears returned as it rimmed around your eyes as your voice cracked in pitch, “I-I” You stuttered trying to make a coherent sentence

Sunghoon pressed down on your stomach as he continued his irregular and sloppy thrust. “Keep tightening around me like that” Your mind became hazy as his thrust became faster—almost as if they were chasing something

“Want me to breed your pussy till you’re leaking of me?” Sunghoon grumbled in a ragged breath, “Have me make sure to fill you up properly until it fucking takes?”

The words made your heart race pick up, your mind not processing or fully understanding the heavier heft meaning behind them. Yet, you aimlessly agreed with an eager nod of your head.

He smirked at your wordless response. Watching how your mouth was full on slacked as he pushed his cock as deep as he psychically could. Bottoming out completely as he let out a guttural groan all while you harshly clenched around him, the warm feel erupting inside of you.

You gasped loudly, your hands grabbing onto him tighter than before, eyes screwed shut as your body voluntarily arched off your bed forcing him out. Too dazed to realize the lack of flesh buried in you as you focused on the dripping sensation falling out.

Sunghoon gawked at you, the evident afterglow basking over you as your chest dropped trying to regulate your breathing, your hand finally loosening as you pushed the warming liquid in you out.

He reached up where your hand rested and noticed the band on your ring finger. Carefully clasping his hand over yours, your heavy eyelids weakly opened seeing his fingers play with yours. You smiled softly but it dropped when he soloed on the purity ring.

Playing with the metal with his fingers, turning it into a circular motion before bringing your finger up for him. Engulfing his mouth around it, his teeth grazed your flesh as he bit the ring and tugged it upwards.

You tried to pull your hand away but his hand held your wrist to keep you in place.

The sudden bare of your finger came into sight when he dropped your hand. His mouth closed until he smiled, your purity ring hanging right in between his rows of teeth.

He felt a tug at his heart seeing the afterglow expression gone but his heart soon grew more active when he watched how your face dropped, eyes widening into pure mortification.

Lightly chuckling, his hands rise to the back of his neck, unclasping his own necklace. Slipping your ring through the bare chain, he lifted it to show it hanging right in the middle.

“You won’t be needing that anymore, would you angel?” The nickname that you once carried in pride now felt forbidden and rotten

Sunghoon chuckled and it rumbled deep from his stomach as he saw your eyes frantically looking at him. He cooed at your state and grasped your face into his hands.

Yet, a soft melody filled your room as your face scrunched hearing him humming the song every angel knew of when they attended their ceremony to receive their purity ring.

Mocking you as you watch him placing the chain back around his neck, your ring now dangling against his chest.

You winced when his hands grabbed your leg and you were suddenly brought into a new position.

The lower half of your body rose high when your knees bent as he flushed your legs to your body, exposing your sore entrance that was messily mixed with your cum and his cum leaking down to your sheets—tainting them.

“You’d give up heaven for me if you had to, won’t you angel?”

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Glasses Be Damned

pairing: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x F!Doctor!Reader summary: Lazy Sunday mornings. You in his shirt. Him wearing—glasses? What could be better? genre/notes: domestic, tooth-rotting fluff, banter, implied-but-not-explicit smut, steamy and fluffy like the perfect scrambled eggs (or tofu), beard scruff, you being down so bad for your man in glasses, age-gap relationship word count: 1.8k a/n: happy sunday! I worship those damn 1x01 gifs that live in my head rent free

It was a sleepy Sunday morning. You’d stayed over the night before—his place, not yours—because he made a surprisingly excellent omelet and your apartment was a barren wasteland save for one expired can of soup and half a granola bar. You were planning on moving out soon anyway—leases expiring, schedules syncing, toothbrushes and charger cords already blurring the lines—and in with Robby.

One cold morning not long ago, you’d rushed into the hospital just a few minutes late, hair still dripping and teeth chattering from the walk over. Robby had looked up the second he saw you, eyes narrowing in concern, about to ask what was wrong.

You’d beat him to it. "My apartment’s basically falling apart," you said, breathless as you rubbed your arms. "No hot water, the heater’s busted, and I'm pretty sure there's black mold. I’ll call the landlord later. It’s fine."

He didn’t say anything right away. Just stared at you for a second longer, then quietly shuffled through the papers on the counter.

"You should move in with me," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You blinked. "What?"

So he repeated himself, just as casually. "Move into my place."

He said it like it was nothing—like he was asking you to grab coffee, or teach the interns how to perform proper chest compressions. Calm. Nonchalant. Then, as if to prove his point, he started listing the benefits: less commuting, better water pressure, warmer blankets, shared groceries, an actual place to hang your coat that wasn’t a pile on your chair, cuddle cards redeemable for forehead kisses and back rubs, and—most importantly—no more freezing walks alone or in the dark. He even threw in something about matching mugs and leaving notes on the fridge like it was a feature, not a fantasy.

You opened your mouth, prepared to deploy every avoidant tactic in the book—because even after dating for a couple of years now, there was still a part of you that worried about taking up too much space, too much of him. But before you could spiral into worrying about boundaries, permanence, or him getting sick of you, he looked up again and softened.

"Hey," he said gently. "If you’d rather find a new place, I’ll help you. Really. I just want you safe, healthy, and not at risk for mold poisoning or hypothermia."

Then, with the same ease as his offer, he pressed a warm kiss to your cheek. "See you in five," he murmured, as if he hadn’t just tilted your entire world off its axis, and walked away.

You stood there, frozen—and slowly, a small smile formed at the corners of your lips.

And that was it. No grand declarations. Just a calm, matter-of-fact offer that left no room for protest. So you said yes.

Robby had frozen for a second like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. And then—he lit up. That slow, rare smile spreading across his face like sunrise. He pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you once in the middle of the hallway, laughing against your temple. He kissed you—your cheek, your forehead, your lips—soft and quick and too many times to count, like he couldn’t believe his luck. Like he didn’t want to waste a second not holding you.

"You're going to regret it," you teased.

"Never," he said, kissing you again. "Not in a million years."

Now your things were already half there anyway—socks in drawers, your favorite mug on the drying rack, your name scribbled under his on the mail by the door. And every morning like this only made it feel more like home.

You’d rolled out of bed in one of his soft, worn-in T-shirts—the one with the hem that just barely skimmed your thighs—padding barefoot toward the kitchen in search of coffee, warmth, and maybe a kiss if you looked pathetic enough.

You’ve seen Robby in a dozen different states—bloody scrubs, half-asleep during pre-dawn rounds, in command in a trauma bay, soft and half-melted in post-call cuddles. But you’ve never—never—seen him in glasses.

Until today.

You weren’t expecting it. And there he was, standing at the kitchen counter, hair still a little tousled, wearing black, round-framed glasses while flipping through the newspaper like it was the 80s.

You froze.

He glanced up. "Good morning."

You stared. Mouth agape. Said nothing.

"What?" he asked, wary.

You pointed. "Since when do you wear glasses?!"

He blinked, then winced, lifting a hand to take them off. "I—only for reading. Usually. I forgot I had them on."

"No. No, no, no, no." You crossed the room like a woman possessed. "Do not take those off."

He paused, hand halfway to his face. "Why?"

You stepped closer, practically beaming as you drank him in with eyes like saucers. "Because that—is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life."

He stared at you like you’d just said you were into spleens. "You’re joking."

You weren’t. "Robby," you deadpanned. "You look like the hot professor everyone has a crisis about in college. It's a rite of passage."

"I’m decades older than you."

"Exactly! And only by a decade and a half. It’s working for you." You took a step closer and lowered your voice in the hopes of enticing him. "And totally doing it for me."

He squinted, expression unreadable for a beat. "They make me look old." But his voice was softer now—like he wasn’t entirely put off by the idea. Like maybe, just maybe, his interest had been piqued.

"They make you look like you read poetry before bed and know how to ruin someone emotionally and intellectually."

He blushed—actually blushed.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, tugging him close. "Why have you been hiding this from me?"

"Because," he mumbled, suddenly very interested in the crossword puzzle, "I thought you’d think they made me look... I don’t know. Grandpa-ish."

"You’re out of your mind," you said, tugging the paper from his hands. "This is my Roman Empire now."

He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. "You’re never letting this go, are you."

You grinned into his hair. "Not a chance."

His fingers skimmed under the hem of his shirt on your thighs—the one he always liked seeing you in, the one he claimed looked better on you than it ever did on him. His rough thumbs brushed against your bare skin in slow, reverent passes, toying with where the fabric met the soft curve of your hips. Goosebumps followed in their wake, your skin tightening under his touch.

He lingered there, gaze locked on the contrast between cotton and skin, the intimacy of it. The way you wore his shirt like it belonged to you—like he did. A muscle ticked in his jaw, and his eyes darkened behind the lenses.

"You wore this on purpose, didn’t you?" he asked, voice low, one thumb brushing just beneath the hem like it had every right to be there.

You shrugged, playing innocent, but your smile was all heat. "It's pretty cozy."

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes soft but hooded, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kiss you or pin you to the nearest surface. "That’s not an answer."

You leaned in, lips brushing his jaw. "What are you going to do about it, sir?"

His breath hitched, gaze dipping to your lips before dragging back up to your eyes, hungry and tentative all at once. You felt the shift in the air—warmth curling low in your belly as his grip tightened, just slightly, like he was reminding himself you were real. And here. And his.

"You are unbelievable," he murmured, voice low and slightly hoarse, each word curling around the edges of a smile he couldn't quite suppress. There was awe behind it—fondness and a hint of reverence, like he still couldn't believe you were his.

"And you're absurdly attractive in those frames," you murmured, fingertips sliding up the back of his neck and into his hair, curling gently as you tugged him down to meet you. The kiss you gave him was slow, thorough, but it carried heat—a teasing sort of promise beneath the softness.

His hands spanned your waist, thumbs brushing bare skin with growing intent as he kissed you back, deepening it until your breath hitched against his mouth. The glasses stayed on, slightly askew, and it only made your pulse race harder.

You gasped softly when his lips left yours to trail along your jaw, then just beneath your ear, the scruff of his beard dragging deliciously against your skin. It was just long enough to rasp, to make you shiver, to remind you that this wasn't just soft Sunday morning, off-duty Dr. Robby—this was all of him. "This what does it for you?" he murmured, voice husky, lips brushing your pulse point, beard scraping lightly as he spoke.

"God, I want you to ruin me," you whispered, lips ghosting the shell of his ear, your voice low and just shy of reverent. The grin on your face was wicked, but there was no mistaking the heat behind it—the way your breath caught, the way your body leaned into his like gravity had given up pretending.

He stilled for a moment, like you’d short-circuited something vital in him. Then, wordless and driven by something primal, he kissed you again—hungrier now, hands roaming, touch reverent and desperate all at once.

You giggled against his mouth, breathless. "Race you to the bedroom. Winner gets bragging rights and top position."

His eyes flared with something dangerous and amused. "Is that a challenge?"

"I’m just saying," you murmured, backing out of his arms with a wicked grin, "you’re not the only one with stamina, Dr. Robinavitch."

The next second, you bolted.

Robby cursed softly, then took off after you with a kind of urgency that had nothing to do with competition and everything to do with getting his hands back on you.

Your laughter echoed down the hallway—right up until he caught you halfway to the bedroom, spun you around, and pressed you back against the nearest wall like he’d just won gold.

"Called it," he murmured into your skin, beard scraping, lips insistent. "I can’t wait until this is every morning. Waking up to you, going to sleep with you…" he trailed kisses along your jaw, voice low and reverent as though he were citing a prayer.

You smiled against his mouth, fingers curling into his hair. "Then don’t let me go. Not tonight. Not ever."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and tender all at once. "You’re it for me."

The omelet could wait—left forgotten on the counter alongside the crossword and cold coffee. And the glasses? They stayed on. Fogged, slightly crooked, and forever etched into your memory.

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cvnt4him · 24 days ago

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*looks around* hmm..seems like your inbox is a lil empty..

Bakugo + Midoriya having a threesome with the reader? ;’3

Midoriya & the reader are in a relationship but Midoriya has kinda had a fantasy about having you & Bakugo at the same time, so eventually Midoriya tells Bakugo this and they arrange a time to do it.

all you get is Midoriya bouncing you on his cock, giving a nice, warm load inside of your cunt and once he pulls out, Bakugo licks and cleans up the mess Midoriya made inside your pussy 🤭

-🩸

WHOO.. that'll do it. 😮‍💨/pos

two man job.

It started with a dream izuku had. You and your boyfriend lying in your bed, you had your face nuzzled into his chest eyes shut as your breath was steady. Your body rising and setting as you breathe rhythmically, izuku didn't notice this little detail about himself until you pointed it out one time. He sometimes tries to match his breathing with yours, he feels as if your souls are connected when you two breath in sync. Its silly really but honestly sweet in its own.

Izuku kisses the top of your head shoving his nose in your hair inhaling your sweet smell deeply as he closes his eyes to go to sleep. Honestly izuku hadn't realized he even went to sleep, this was one of those times where his dream felt a little too....real.

Everything was slightly foggy yet so surreal. The colored were the same, the setting the same as your bedroom. The sheets messy and being clutched tightly by small hands, shaking and being rocked back and forth just as the bed izuku happened to be sitting in as well.

He looked around before his gaze settled upon...you. your face being shoved into your very own sheets, ass in the air as you were getting your back blown out. Your sweet moans ringing throughout his ears as you stare directly at your boyfriend. He was horrified. But....also turned on?

No..this can't be real. His poor cock twitching and straining inside of his shorts. He focused his gaze back onto you, tears filling your eyes as loud grunting can also be heard above you, the same hand that held your head down into the bed following the rough movements of your body's.

Izuku let's his eyes slowly trail up, following where the arm led only to find his very own best friend staring directly at him with the most shit eating grin ever. A deep chuckle leaving the disheveled blond, strands of his light hair sticking to his reddened forehead as he sweat. He had his hand gripping your hair and lifting your head slightly so izuku could see you better.

Tears falling down your face your eyes glossy and struggling to keep eye contact. Rolling back and spit even dripping down your chin, it looked as if you were in heaven.

Izuku was in utter shock..there was no way in hell he could fuck you better...you hated katsuki. Well, not hate. Just strongly dislike. Regardless of how funny he is in your opinion, you seem to hold alot against him.

Izukus eyes went back down to his cock, it was leaking so much pre cum it's like it had a mind of its own.

“ go on, deku.. let ‘er suck you off.”

His head whipped back up to where the deeper voice came from, he looked to you seeing your mouth wide open with your tongue lolled out a small smile on your face as your hair was being pulled. You tried to stutter out as much words as you could, telling your man to let you have it. Katsuki cooed to you calling such filthy names like a 'slut' and a 'dirty girl' ..... his dirty girl.

Now that just wouldn't do... In izuku and katsuki fashion, it only made sense to your boyfriend to have his way with you....your mouth at least.

But just as it begins, the night never lasts long enough. Poor izuku was woken up out of his dream before he even got it out of his pants. His cock hard and at attention begging to be stroked. He groaned and stretched as you giggled, his eyes slightly opening fogging up his vision all around you.

You looked like an angel in his eyes, even with your lazy and sleep ridden look. You were perfect. That little smile on your face as you shook him awake one of your hands on his chest while you stared down at him.

“ morning sunshine.”

Izuku snorts as he relaxes in your touch, his eye sight bettering as he blinks a couple of times. Long lashes batting as he offers you a love filled smile.

“ good morning, beautiful.”

His voice was always deeper when he's just woken up or even when he's extremely tired and sleep laced his voice. It's always a good look for him. You giggle and plant many kisses to his freckled face making him chuckle beneath you and pull you on top of him.

You straddle his hips not quite letting your pelvis meet with his, because of this you don't notice his "morning wood".

“ you must've slept well, hm?”

You question him, he blinks a couple of times fully aware of his problem. He figured you were clueless to it and decided to beat around the bush.

“ hm, why do you say that, love?”

You giggle and ruffle his already messy and bed ridden hair. It was getting quite long, izuku thought to himself. Regardless you wouldn't quite let him cut it, and boy were you a force to be reckoned with. Once your mind was set on something you couldn't quite let it go so easily. You preferred his hair longer, especially after his whole half shaved head phase.

He chooses not to call it a phase considering it was more of a forced thing, but y'know.

“ ah, my hair.”

“It only gets like this when you sleep like you haven't had a good sleep in eons!”

You joke to your lover, both of you laughing together before you get out of bed. Izukus quick to sit up and try to have his shorts wrinkle so it doesn't look like he's hard. Despite the truth.

“ c'mon, let's get something to eat before we head in.”

He nods as you head towards your bathroom to do your daily routine. The two of you stayed on your college campus along with more of your peers from your highschool days. With there not being much to do regarding heroism for izuku he's been studying hard for other things.

It made your heart wrench thinking he may not get to live the dream he always wanted which is why you personally strived to use your power for good. For him.

As your day is long and feels as if it'll never end, classes taking forever to end and time going as slow as it ever could. You're finally released, however you have extra work to do. You hated when your teachers gave you extra things to do like the work itself isn't tiring.

It was lucky though you had a study group of your friends; katsuki, izuku, kirishima, and more! You always had fun with them, they had an amazing way to make even the most boring things fun. The jokes they told, the snacks you'd eat, and just spending time with one another. You never wanted it to end.

As you were filled with joy and laughter from the sweet time you were sending with your friends, izuku on the other hand had his nose buried in his textbooks. His mind was hyper focused on the dream he had...what really cracked his mind was he couldn't quite figure out if it upset him or not...

From them on it was a common thing for izuku. While the dream never reoccurred, the thoughts of it did. The vivid daydreams getting more frequent and even more realistic. You and katsuki were sitting at your table, you on top and him, surprisingly in his chair, just chatting it up like you do. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It's not uncommon for izuku to watch you, everyone knows this. Since the war izuku has picked up on some habits that haven't disappeared despite the passing years. Being hyper observant is one of them.

Izuku watched you two closely, everything seeming normal for him until....the thoughts started rolling in. His brows furrowed as they clouded his brain, nothing else seeming to be able to get through to him besides the smutty images he imagined.

Suddenly out of no where, katsuki stood up his chair sliding back with the loudest screeching noise against the floor. He looked you deeply in your eyes, his warm hand squeezing your bare thigh and going underneath the skirt you decided to wear today. It trailed in-between your thighs, going to touch and grade the sensitive skin and even snap against your panties.

His thumb circling your cunny, feeling the print of it out and rubbing gently. Soon he started to slowly move closely to your cunt, lolling his tongue out to lick a stripe up your panties and then quickly moving them to the side. He delved his tongue inside of you the second he could.

You there your head back spreading your legs open as wide as they could before katsuki decided to throw it over his shoulder, katsuki managed to peek up over your leg and stare izuku directly into his eyes sending a shiver down his spine.

How could katsuki do this....eat his girlfriend out in front of him?! Was he mad? Izuku held so much anger from his past regardless of how much he said he didn't....anger filled izuku, and so many more emotions as well, ones he didn't want to think about any longer. How could katsuki do this.

Except.....he didn't. None of it was true.

As izuku hastily stood up making his chair scrape against the ground loudly catching the attention of everyone in the classroom. Everyone suddenly shot their attention to an enraged izuku, he looked so upset and sweaty breathing heavily as he stared directly at katsuki.

A confused katsuki however couldn't believe what he was seeing. In all honesty it was funny to him. Popping a smirk he stood as well scoffing and looking izuku up and down.

“ somethin’ wrong?”

It was clear to you that katsuki was just teasing, but to izuku.....

You quickly pulled izuku out of the class, a still humoured katsuki following. He was breathing heavily and visibly upset. You couldn't explain your boyfriend's actions and to tell the truth neither could he.

He couldn't even look at you, you had taken him to he library. There was a hidden spot where some people would hang out, it was quiet and unseen but the cameras. Hidden behind some bookshelf's that had been moved some time ago and became a regular handout spot, one of the volunteers who had seen the three of you walk in quickly came to the back before anyone got a word out explaining the Library would shut soon.

With a quick nod you address your boyfriend, what was that? Why was he acting this way? He'd been this way for a while and he hasn't spoken to you or even tried to at all. It was concerning. You didn't know why the fuck katsuki was there.

“ I.... I'm sorry. I don't know what that was.... I don't know what's wrong with me.”

He was breathing heavily and let his head hesitantly fall onto your shoulder which absolutely broke your heart. You whine and hold him close kissing his head and telling him softly that it's all okay, that he just needs to talk to you.

As concerned as katsuki was, he refused to let izuku sulk like this. He's been through far too much to not talk to you guys.

“ spit it out. what's wrong with you.”

Izuku sniffed, raising his head from the comforting spot on your body and rubbing his eye. He sighed heavily staring at the two of you, how you stood next to each other staring right back at him with almost the same expression.

He was scared. He couldn't explain to his girlfriend and his best friend that he had a sex dream about the two of them, it turned him in terribly so that its been clouding his brain like a reoccurring fever. He couldn't just down right say that now could he, you would think he was disgusting. Disgraceful. Disgrac-ting!!

He sighed once more straightening up and clearing his throat, before speaking.

“ nothing, nothing! I... I'm fine. I just needed to get out of there, y'know?”

Neither of you believed that bullshit. The look you both gave each other said it all in fact. You seen that katsuki wasn't gonna let this go however, just as he opened his mouth you slapped his shoulder and turned back to your boyfriend. The blond obviously upset about why you'd just hit him.

“ okay izuku. we trust you.”

You give him a polite smile and he chuckles kissing your cheek and thanking you, saying he'll see you later and walking away to retrieve your bags left in the classroom.

“..... you fucking joking? no we do not believe that wack ass shit.”

“ I know dammit but he must've been embarrassed, whatever it is he might notve wanted to talk about it publicly.”

As you give katsuki a knowing smirk you quickly haul off to your dorm. He only groaned before following you out of the shutting library.

You had your boyfriend alone once more, stroking his messy hair a few strands of the beautiful green mix coiling around your fingers bringing a small grin to your face. He leaned down to kiss his forehead waking him from his half sleep daze, he brings his attention up to you wide eyes blinking a few times before he smiles widely at you. He had such a beautiful smile and his slight smile lines and he eye crinkles that formed when he smiled hardly was absolutely perfect to you. He was the cutest.

Your smile falters as you think about the events that happened not too long ago. You really were worried, it wasnt like him to experience anything like that...anymore. maybe he was getting war flashbacks? It upsets you that your mind always jumps to the horrible experience you were all put through as kids all those years ago, but who knows. Maybe his past still haunts him.

“ zuku.. ”

His smile slowly fades, the tone of your voice, the way you looked so seriously at him. He definitely knew what this was about as he sighed and already shoved his head into the pit of your neck inhaling your sweet scent and shutting his eyes, unbeknownst to you to keep his tears back..

“ ..do y’wanna talk about what happened?”

Another breath leaves him, a small mewl as well. It was weak and extremely feint but full of embarrassment and even sadness. Dare you say: you could tell.

“ I'm sorry...i caused a scene.”

You hear him hardly even whisper in your ear. His voice was groggy due to the lack of talking he had done and he was certainly repenting himself for the way he let his mind be easily fooled by himself. Unknowing how to tell fiction from reality.

“ ‘ku, I don't care about that. are you okay? what really happened back there, you seemed as if you wanted to lunge at katsuki.”

You were trying to instigate what exactly happened without upsetting him. You didn't want him to take anything the wrong way, you just felt like you had to see if he was okay. But you swore to yourself if he told you it was nothing you wouldn't push....for now.

“ I just.....”

Suddenly his brain ached. He didn't know what to do, it wasn't as if he could just tell his girlfriend about his dreams and apparently now fantasies! It was disgusting of him, let alone the fact that in each one he was some sort of cuck who couldn't even touch his own girlfriend!

Maybe that's why he was so quick to rage.... i mean sure seeing someone else do things to your partner, no one wants to really see that. but maybe it was the fact he himself never got to touch you in these smutty daydreams.

The realization hit izuku hard, had him thinking and whatever little tears there were evaporating. He was still stuck in thought, hardly hearing the way you tried to snap him back to reality by softly calling his name.

“ izuku..?”

“ izuku.”

With a small 'huh' leaving his lips, he moves from your neck to face you, those beautiful eyes seemingly filled with light again.

“ oh, sorry. i forgot what were we talking about...”

Izuku gave you a weary apologetic smile, all wobbly and adorable. You couldn't hate him even if you were to just so happen and try. You smile back at him giving a couple of kisses to his sweet baby like face.

“ I was just asking what happened earlier.”

And suddenly the feelings of embarrassment came flooding back to him. He didn't know what to say, but as he looked in your eyes he could tell he was safe with you. So with a heavy sigh he grabbed your hands and squeezed them tight, bringing them up to his lips to place a few gentle kisses to the back of your hands and across your knuckles.

A small giggle leaves you whilst you await for his answer. He was hesitant, his mouth opening and shutting in a goldfish like manner. He gulped down before looking taking his gaze away from you, he felt better like this. As if he could speak to you if you weren't looking at him; judging him with your eyes.

“ ....I keep having these.. sort of dreams I suppose.-”

The only thought in your mind right now was how you were right..but no...you couldn't smile yet, he might see and get upset..

Izuku paused for a minute trying to find his words, how he should tell you.

“ they...they're really uh, graphic...? you could say.”

“....in what way.”

Dammit..you just had to ask! Now he couldn't really beat around the bush regarding the lewd details!

“ mm.. in an inappropriate way.....I guess.”

Huh. Well that's definitely not what you thought he would say that's for sure. You figured it'd be similar to something else....

He seen the way your face contorted from confusion to surprised. He was sick to take his eyes off of you once more, he couldn't handle the way you looked at him so intensely...

“ it uh, started as a dream you could say and....kinda morphed into sorta daydreams..?”

“ uh huh?”

“ they..because constant and more frequent, even when I didn't want to think about them they'd take over my brain!”

He squeezed your hand a few times in between his speech. You figured the reason he kept pausing was to keep himself level headed and to refrain from rambling, he had a knack for that and you guessed the cute factor about him never really disappeared.

“ well...what were they about?...were they about me?”

You asked him, it's not like you were going to judge him. He didn't need you to really reassure him too much on that, it was just a little scary for him to figure out how to tell you....all, of the details.

“ yes! yes, they were— ”

“ oh! good.”

Good? Why good? Would you have hated him if they were about anyone else? If they included anyone else? Of course you would, what type of question is that. Any normal person would resent and despise of their partner if they found out they were thinking about someone else and getting turned on from it! He felt his stomach swirling, this definitely wasn't any butterflies he's experienced before... He groaned for a sec before his eyes shot to you, much without thinking of what he was saying

“ why good... would- would you hate me if it was with someone else..”

His thoughts becoming a reality, almost like he was interrogating you himself. At the sudden switch up, his eyes filled with clear sights of fear you had to quickly come up with an excuse

“ oh, well....not good I guess just. I'd prefer to y'know? be at peace of mind knowing you think about me.”

He hummed at your response nodding his head slowly as his eyes trailed away. That was a fair point of view he figured...

“ was it about someone else?”

His eyes blew wide and they flickered from you and the wall he was previously staring at to keep himself calm.

You scoff slightly not upset just more....surprised. you've been surprised alot this evening that for sure. However izuku took your scoff the wrong way, immediately jumping up and into your lap, pushing you back and stammering on his words to find an excuse or a reason for you to understand what he was trying to say. Rambling on and some of his words even being incoherent.

“ wellimeanitsnotthatiwasttryingtoupsetyouipromiseitwasntistaboutyouiswearifitmakestoifeelbetteritevenhadkacchaninityknowicantcontrolthesethingsificouldipromiseiwouldonlythinkaboutyouiknowthatsnotanokayexcuseijustneedyoutounderstandiloveyousomuchpleasedontleavemeyoudontunderstand— ”

You could hardly even understand him. But what you DID hear however, was katsukis name.

“ hold on..”

He immediately stopped, looking down at you with those pretty ass eyes of his. They were full of regret, love and so much more. He was so damn expressive and emotional his eyes could tell everything in a second. You held his face staring him deep in the eyes as you pulled him closer, ketting your forehead lie on each others

“ okay...slow. down. I cannot understand you when you ramble like this zuku! I do recall hearing katsukis name though, elaborate on that.”

As you let go of him, that only being a tactic to try and get him to understand and calm himself, you try to get him to talk about the mention of katsukis name. As that was really all you understood.

Izuku crawled off of you, a new feeling taking over his body. He didn't want to explain anything but...he really did have to. He felt like he needed to, like this was a secret he couldn't keep from you any longer.

“ I had a dream about you and kacchan.”

This time as izuku spoke he was completely serious, trying to keep his cool as he stared you directly into the eye. You figured the dream he must've been referring to wasn't that bad...until it dawned on you...

He said before that he had an "inappropriate" dream....mind you, as he said they were kind of about you; the first thing your mind did wander to was maybe a sex dream or maybe fantasies of him having sex with you in one of your teachers classrooms. But..that wouldn't explain why he nearly blew up at katsuki earlier that evening...

“i— ”

“ do you have fantasies about me having sex with katsuki?!”

Oh fuck. Why for the love of everything nice and sweet did you have to word it that way. Now he feels and practically sounds like a pervert! He blushed a bit turning his face away from you as he let a whine of defeat out, there was no hiding it or even beating around the bush anymore.

He nods slowly not able to keep eye contact anymore.

To be honest you didn't know what to say. I mean what should you say. You can't exactly say it's okay but on the other hand....

You grab his hands and he suddenly faces you in shock. Were you not upset with him?!

“ zuku... do you want..that?”

It was clear what you were referring to. And in all honesty, he didn't know what to say. Part of him figured he did, it was the only way to explain why it was so frequent. But he hated seeing....or, well- imaging katsuki having sex with you. Having his way with you like you were some cheap fleshlight for his use only.

He looks back to you and nods. That's all he could do out of fear his voice would fail from the embarrassment filling his body.

You sigh and kiss his forehead, a small polite smile tracing your face as you stare at him lovingly.

“ okay.”

Okay? Was that it? You were just okay with it. You weren't gonna question him? Anything about him? Why he wanted this, why he even dreamed about this?

“ I'll pull something together yeah? c’mere silly, ‘wanna hold you.”

Your boyfriend crawled into your arms laying on top of you and sighing heavily. He felt so safe in your arms. The lack of judgement you gave him, how sweet you were. He felt like he was in heaven.

The dreams were still current and neverending, waking out of his sleep with a raging hard on the hard refusal to not touch himself. He was in a conundrum.

It had been a few weeks since you and izuku spoke about it. Not to rush or anything but he figured this would be a bit quicker than that. It's not that he was like ready or anything...hell he didn't even know if he was. He had a hard time even looking at katsuki let alone talking to him since you and him last spoke about it.

He also didn't understand why katsuki didn't press him about the last time they'd spoken for real. In the library, katsuki isn't one to let things go. Especially because of how far the two of them have come, a part of him refused to ever really be apart from izuku for too long.

Katsuki had been eyeing izuku for a while. It made him feel squeamish. He couldn't look at katsuki otherwise he'd throw up.. it was really that serious. Izuku figured he must've known by now. I mean how could he not, only that could explain his eyes wandering all over him.

“ yer’ hardly eating.”

Izuku jumped eyes shakily traveling in the direction of katsuki. You look up as well, mouth stuffed with delicious fries as some movie played in the background. You were all on top of your rather big bed, katsuki near the edge and you and izuku cuddling at the top.

You turn to izuku to see his half eaten burger, izuku is an eater for real. He can literally devour anything. But he's a modest little guy, he has class. That's the only thing that ran through your mind and at the thought alone it had you giggling.

Izuku whined at your giggles and katsukis still lingering eyes. They resembled the ones in his daydreams...how he would look at izuku, piercing gaze as he fucked you or ate you out or had you sucking his dick- or—

“ leave ’em alone kats, he's a big boy he doesn't need his bodyguard watching him eat.”

You tease the blond who seemingly growls at you. He stuck out his tongue before taking a large sip from his drink.

Izuku looked back to you, a shaken look all over him. He was clearly ready but also nervous. He just wanted it to happen already...then he can check something off of his bucket list..

You sigh and hand izuku your bags of trash, he sets them on the floor beside your bed and raises up. Was this it..was it finally gonna happen. Katsuki brings his gaze from the TV back to the two of you with a somewhat calmed look. Man was he pretty when he wasn't making some fuck ass face... You were so glad he's changed his ways because it was so evidently clear and honestly attractive.

You stare the blond in his eyes and he lets his stare right back at you, he wasn't one to shy away from conflict. Your lips quirk into a smirk as you lean back and use your finger to gesture for him to 'come here' izuku watched very closely. was this how it was gonna happen..

Katsukis eyes switched from you to izuku, in more of an "are you sure?' type of way. At least you think, you were hoping he understood so it didnt ruin the moment. You nod your head to him and he sets his drink down within an instant, slowly making his way up to you.

Your eyes immediately switch to izuku, who gasps lightly at what was happening. It was finally happening. He gulped and watched closely as katsuki climbed into top of you, staring down at you as you looked directly at izuku

This certainly wasn't how his brain imagined it. You looked back up to katsuki and let your hands travel across his broad strong shoulders feeling the way they tended from him holding himself up. A small breath leaving him as he stared directly into your eyes, you trying to keep eye contact but end up hiding your face in his neck. Leading to a smirk on his face.

You lightly kiss at the blonds neck making small light noises leave him. This was fitting in your mind, it didn't seem like katsuki was the type to moan to you.

You leave hickeys in your way as you tug at his shirt that immediately comes flying off, he raised up to take it off and there you're seen with gorgeous ripples abs. It's not like you haven't seen any before I mean your boyfriend is also fucking ripped.

Katsukis skin was more fair than izukus, izuku was quite sun kissed. A beautiful tan licking all over his body. Your hand raises to touch katsukis abs like you would do izuku, but you were hesitant it was clear to katsuki making him chuckle as he grabs your hand and rubs it all over his body.

You groan and roll your eyes. There was no way you could get through this without your boyfriend. Who was absolutely frozen watching you two, you looked down at his pants to see a visible tint. His cock growing even more hard by the second, his mind was blown that this was happening.

His best friend on top of his girlfriend, that was more than enough to get him going. The realness of the situation, the fact he really had you both in front of him had his fat cock twitching through his pants. You loved how thick his cock was, how easy it was for it to make tight denim move like it was paper.

Katsuki seen the way you bit your lips your eyes not on him. He follows your gaze to see izuku already staring back at the both of you. Katsukis already shit eating smirk making izuku shudder but the way those crimson eyes stared at him..

Katsuki was quick to finally make a move, grabbing you by your calves and fire fully yanking you down making you yelp. Your eye sight quickly shot to katsuki, confused. You both said you'd take it slow for izukus sake, give him a moment to adjust to it. Izuku gasps as well, his cock jumping at the scene.

He pulled you down making your spread legs wrap around his torso as he brushed his own hardening cock right with your clothed cunt. Your shorts were rather thin and your underwear just as.

Your breath hitched as he grinds his own covered cock into your heat. Your mouth falls open, the rhythmic thrusts of his hips giving you some sort of sensation. Dare you say it felt good

Small breathy moans leave you as katsuki holds your hips close, grinding harshly into you. He groans as izukus eyes flickered to you, the way you looked up at him your eyes wide and sweet noises falling out of your mouth.

This was more like he had imagined. More like the disgusting fantasies his brain forced him to have. He didn't want to be like this...to miss out on making you feel good. He didn't want to be the one to get all upset and ruin things.

“ heard you were havin’ fantasies about this, huh? fucking loser.”

Katsuki couldn't resist the borderline degradation, it was practically in his nature. It was honestly expected.

You couldn't even tell him to shut the hell up because he was making you feel good, one of his hands that held your thighs moving up to rub surprisingly light and gentle circles into the pit of your hip. It added a slight sensation to the light pleasure you were already feeling.

Izukus eyes followed back up to katsuki, his former surprised face being taken over with anger. He wouldn't be the one to miss out and be sure as hell won't let him have his way with you.

If you were going to feel good it'd be at the hands of izuku.

Izuku got up onto his knees and was quick to harshly force katsuki down into his spot making him groan and call out, you were confused looking up at your man who had his spiteful gaze locked onto your friend. This new side of izuku was...shocking...

“ get up.”

He clearly referred to you despite his gaze staying on the blond who looked back to him with a still appearing smirk.

“ heh, did I already piss you you? didn't even stick it in yet.”

“ and you won't get to. get. up.”

His eyes this time moved to you making it more clear. You gulped down and quickly did what you were told, izuku giving you down in between katsukis legs.

He moves behind you his hands roaming across your ass and gripping the flesh in a rougher manner than he normally would, your pussy clenching on nothing at the roughness your usually sweet boyfriend is giving you. You bit your lip and looked at katsuki as izuku spoke deeply into your ear, his breath fanning the shell of it, you could practically hear his smirk.

“ spread your legs. I'm gonna eat you while you suck his cock. ’ts almost as if you wanted this more than me.”

His voice was low and basically a whisper, it's unsure if katsuki heard but the second your hand trailed up to his zipped pants izuku quickly ripped your shorts. Which kinda upset you and put a pout on your face because you liked them.

After discarding your ripped shorts he moves your panties to the side and lies down on his back, your cunt already wet and sticky. He kicked his lips and had you lower your hips onto his face. You weren't one to appreciate face sitting, you worried you would be too heavy or something. As much as izuku begged to differ this was finally an excuse to have you over his face.

His tongue immediately delved inside of you, skipping the teasing and going straight to making out all sloppily with your pussy. You stutter an "oh" as your hips grind down onto his face, he chuckled inside of your heat the vibrations around your clit having your eyes slightly shutting.

But just as you were about to enjoy your pleasure you what a dark laughter emitting from above.

“ tch, c'mon now do what you're told slut.”

You undo his pants and get his cock out from his boxers, it sprung up and slapped you against the face. Another laugh leaving the blond.

Izuku however did not appreciate the degrading. Growling around your clit and barking up to the other man

“ watch it.”

He snickers from above, already shoving your mouth around his cock wincing at the heat and wetness from your throat. He was quick to thrust his cock to try and reach the back, the feeling of you gagging on it giving him pleasure.

“ c'mon deku, she can take it.”

You quickly lift your cock off of his cock earning a displeased huff from him, you continue to stroke his cock with languid motions as you catch your breath and speak down to your lover who had his mouth full.

“ ’ts.. hah. okay ‘zu.”

Despite your dismissal it didn't sit right with him. An outsider telling you what to do.... he growled lowly his teeth gently grazing your clit and making your hips lift from his face. Katsuki disliked the lack of attention he was receiving taking his cock from your hands and gripping you by the hair making you squeak.

He leaned down and shoved his tongue down your throat making you moan into the kiss, your hips now grinding onto izukus face. Izuku held your hips so that way you couldn't move off of his face now, messily eating your dripping pussy. His pink muscle expertly licking and tasting every inch of you, bringing one of his hands down to squeeze your clit lightly. It wasn't like he needed both hands to overpower you anyways.

Your tongues danced together while he stroked his cock, grabbing your smaller hand and wrapping it back around his spot laced dick. He grunted inside of the kiss using one hand to grab your throat and pull you closer. You guessed katsuki really enjoyed the foreplay, you could feel his veiny dick jumping I'm your hand.

Katsukis cock was much longer than izukus, more veiny too. Just not as thick. The kiss broke with a string of your mixed spit connecting you two, his breath all over your face as his own reddened at the sight. You were beautiful he wouldn't lie. He liked having you like this, like you were his. Not that he was possessive over you or anything. Katsuki was glad you two chose him over anyone else, he probably wouldn't have wanted you if you'd done this with someone else.

There was something animalistic inside of katsuki that he just couldn't get past. He forced your mouth open with his hand practically hurting your jaw, you moan at the pain infused pleased and stare up at him with furrowed brows. Such a pretty look.

He was sick to take this chance to spit in your mouth, unbeknownst to izuku. Your eyes widen in shock, you were absolutely disgusted. But it's not as if you could protest, technically you had just had his tongue in your mouth. Which sits in his own mouth for like....ever. thinking about it honestly was turning you off but before you could think about it he muttered something under his breath.

“ disgusting slut.”

Low enough that izuku couldn't hear but loud enough for you to understand. Izuku couldn't really hear much over his own desperate grunts and sloppy eating style, your juices all over his face and dripping down his chin and neck. He really was nasty and you just had so much to give him. Your delicious flavor was one he wasn't giving up.

Katsuki shoved you back down into his cock, the noises of him fucking up into your throat making it's way to izukus ears. He didn't want to stay thinking about why the two of you hadn't been making much noise, besides the little mewls that occasionally left you. He knew it must've been due to the two of you kissing but he didn't want to think about the fact he practically let you fall into katsukis hands by forcing you to suck his dick

The man above you groaned his head letting back slightly as he bounced your head in his cock, you try your best to relax your jaw and honestly it was working for you. Sure it was still just as tiring since you had much more length to work with than normal but he was t nearly as thick so it didn't strain or even crack your lips.

You hollow your cheeks around the blonds cock your nose being forced into his trimmed pubes, the hair tickling your nose and you can basically smell what body wash he uses, his own natural musk aswell. It was fogging up your brain along with the pleasure izuku gave you. He smelt nice you wouldn't lie, he tasted even better though.

His own pre cum melting onto your tongue while you swirl it around his cock, he decided to take a break and see what you can really do. You slurp his dick harshly moaning around him as you substitute your lack of deep throating with your hand. Stroking his base fastly and in a swirling motion along with the hypnotic way of your tongue. Who knows , he might just cum.

You looked up at katsuki with squinted eyes, moaning all over his cock and even letting your drool deep through the corners of your mouth. There was no point in trying to hold it back, you were feeling too good and had to focus on pleasing him rather than trying to stop spit from falling from your mouth.

“ fuck.. she's got a mouth good fuckin’ mouth, that's for sure.”

Katsuki really was fighting his urges. He wanted to fuck you so badly, he could only imagine how good you'd look fucked out beneath him. Your eyes rolling and mouth agape as slutty moans fall out naturally. He bets you could squeeze him so fucking tight, you probably haven't even had anything like him.

The thought alone had him shivering and his cock twitching, he could feel his balls tightening. You sucked in his tip like it was some sort of pacifier for you. The sensitivity being sent through his body in shocking waves had him throwing his head back, his brows furrowing down and a small moan trying to escape. He brought his hand up to use the back of it to cover his mouth.

Fuck you were good, that nasty tongue of yours licking and swiping over his tip. All the precum that dared deep from the sensitive slit being licked and sucked away by you.

Izuku was trying his damnedest not to touch his cock. Not to let his thumb trace over his mushroom headed tip, his hips fucked up into nothing. Groaning with whined flowing out as he squeezed his eyes shut. Your flavour alone was getting him off

He could feel his cock leaking so much.... It was so uncomfortable to sit through but he would wait...he was the one getting to fuck you anyways, it's be worth it. To watch katsukis bitch face while he gets to fuck you deeply. Feeling your squeezing pussy milk him for all the cum he has. And boy is it a lot.

He couldn't help himself...his thoughts were wandering too far, and if this past month has taught him anything it's that he has a damned good imagination...

He palms himself through his pants, feeling his cock jolt up to the rough vibrations of his touch. Tch..to think his own touch has him moaning like this, he was so damn needy for it. He couldn't wait any longer, you've cum like twice anyways. That should be enough for now.

Katsuki was so fucking close, you figured he was. He couldn't even look at you, he feared he might shoot his load deep inside of your mouth if he did. Damn did you know how to work your mouth.

Izuku gave a light slap to your ass making you jolt forward, a slight tingling feeling on your butt as you felt his tongue licking one long stripe up your cunny like he wanted the flavour to last.

He moved from underneath you, two of his fingers moving down and weaseling their way inside of you you moan around katsuki cock once more and start slightly rocking your hips back into his fingers.

He didn't even bother paying katsuki any attention, just watching the way your ass moved back and forth on his fingers. Imagining it was his cock. He grinded his straining cock into your thigh, stretching you out as he tugs his lip in between his teeth

A shiver crossing his body as he really focused on your warmth, his cock was aching for it. Practically begging with the way it was twitching inside, and goodness you felt it. You felt it yearning against your thigh, jumping and leaking for attention. It was rather cute to you.

A shuddering moan leaves katsuki, his hand coming down to yank you off of his cock. The sound catches izukus attention, his fingers falter for a second as he looks up to katsuki who has his head thrown back still. He had to catch his breath, he was too damn close and he didn't want it to be over yet.

“ fuck.... y’ really know how to suck a dick when it's in front of ya’”

Izuku places a kiss to your temple, you keep staring up at katsuki waiting for something. Moans slipping past your lips as you catch your breath.

“ so good baby, such a good girl.”

You loved the praise mixed with the light degrading katsuki whispered to you when izuku wasn't paying attention. Izuku removed his fingers from you sucking them for all of your essence that coated them, not letting any little bit of you not invade his tongue

He hums and slaps your ass again, grinding his hard on against your slick pussy. He can feel the wetness slipping past the denim, the harsh feeling of his pants rubbing against your clit making you whine and arch your back, you lie your cheek on katsukis thigh making him finally raise his bead after he catches his breath.

He was badly even aware that izuku had came up for air from your pussy. The thought alone of izuku not being able to stay away from your cunt had him chuckling through his breath. Izuku let his eyes flutter shut as he enjoyed this small moment.

He could almost feel your warmth around his cock, you were so wet and it had finally soaked through his boxers and reached his very own sticky cock. There was never any need for lube or even excessive prepping, he leaked so much and so often he could just slip it right in.

With that being said he was quick to discard his pants, slipping his shirt off with ease only being left in his very soaked boxers. Katsuki laughed at the patch of wetness, it was unsure what all was his and yours but it made him laugh.

Izuku glanced up to the blond and rolled his eyes, slipping his cock out and tugging at it lightly. Katsuki glanced back down at you, you not ever looking away from him. That was honestly sexy to him. It seemed like you wanted him so damn badly. He bit his lip and squeezed your cheeks in his hands, your lips puckering out as he went down and kissed them sweetly. This was the gentlest he's been with you throughout this entire ordeal.

Izuku whined at the sight, he didn't want to but damn was it sexy. Seeing how gentle he was actually being with you. His cock was far too sensitive for the teasing, he couldn't handle it. He almost blew his load the second he glanced at the two of you

With a gulp izuku was quick to shove his cock inside of you with one quick harsh thrust making your teeth clash against katsukis with a brain from the both of you. But before you could register the pain, there was immense pleasure.

The sting of him forcing his cock inside of your pussy and the way you tightened around him like you wouldn't let go,that alone had izuku melting inside of you.

“ fuuck..~”

Izuku moaned out loudly, you gently rocked your hips against his making him whine. He was always so noisy in your pussy. Katsuki wasn't surprised honestly. He imagined izuku to be this way the second this started.

He sucked his teeth before gaining your attention again, you opened your eyed and watched as katsuki looked between you and his cock signaling you to suck without him having to say anything.

You did exactly as you were told and wrapped your mouth around him, the warmth he once knew coming back even better. He winced and gently jerked his hips up into your mouth, still letting you do what feels natural to you and taking what he needs. Katsuki knew he wouldn't last long but he was going to make the most out of this.

He figured izuku couldn't last that long either. And buy was he right. Izuku was literally floating away hardly even in the moment with how good you felt wrapped around his dick. And it was just twitching inside of you, his hand had snuck around your waist and tummy and started swirling your clit between his fingers making you whine and throw your ass back harder, it wasn't an option for you to not cum. That's all izuku wanted; was for you to feel good, he only ever wants that.

You can't the second you felt it signaling. Groaning loudly and letting your eyes roll back while you paid full attention to katsuki. Bobbing your head up and down on his messy spot covered cock, bubbles forming from your mouth and his dick, it was so disgusting.

You weren't used to the sloppy head all the time, sure izuku got nasty sometimes but damn did this take a slice of the cake. You brought your hand down to play with his balls and earned an earnest groan from him, his own eyes flickering to the back of his head.

Katsuki looked to izuku who seemed to have ascended, and honestly he didn't blame him. He could only imagine the tight tug of your pussy not wanting to let his cock go, the way a frothing ring formed around the base of his cock from how much you'd cum around him.

“ hah...fuck.— ”

Katsukis breath hitched as he watched the way izuku fell apart inside of you. It must've been that good. Izuku suddenly brought his attention forward his eyes locking with katsuki, a small smirk flickering to katsukis face and a chuckle leaving as well

That enraged izuku for some reason, the way he imagined this; your first time all together. His brain kept making it like katsuki would have his way with you. But look at him, letting you take it in your mouth. Because that's all he can do. All he'll ever get from you. He'll never get to experience and taste the sweet taste and exquisite pleasure from you. This is all he'll ever get to have from you and izuku absolutely relished in it.

A shit eating grin forming on your freckled boyfriend's face, his former subby face leaving. He was really in this moment and didn't want to let it slip through his fingers

His thrusts got harsher inside of you, his hips slapping against your ass with such force leaving a stinging feeling with each hit. Katsuki simply watched with a smirk. Izuku groaned and tried to keep his dominance.

He was the one getting to feel you milk him, he was the one having you bouncing on his cock, he was the one making you cum over n over. Not him.

He didn't know how badly he needed this, it was amazing. The both of them were close and only God knows why neither of them haven't cum yet. They also know if you knew the reason was because they wanted to see who would cum first, you would burst out laughing. It was a sacred thing for them. A little battle amongst friends.

Izukus stern face faltered at the sudden convulsing of your cunt. You were massaging his cock just right all of a sudden. And goodness the way your gummy and gentle walks rubber the sides of his cock from every way. Its only now dawning on him that he's actually inside of your body..he's closer to you than anyone else in the world ever will be.. unless you have his kid. That would probably beat him.

Izukus moans suddenly started flowing back, sweet sounds streaming into your ear like a beautiful song.

Katsuki was also feeling it, the way the inside of your cheeks felt as you followed them all around his cock. The warmth of your mouth and the wetness of your spot and the harshness from you sucking him, like you're really trying to suck the cum out of him. He wouldn't be surprised if a whore like you is actually trying to do that. Suck all of the cum he has to give you straight from his balls. The thought alone made his cock twitch in your mouth.

Your tongue lolling out and swiping underneath his cock and making him shudder. He didn't know you could even do that but damn did it feel good.

Both of their eyes fell from each other to stare at you before going back to each other, crimson and emerald eyes locking onto one another once more.

They were both struggling to hold back, izukus moans much louder than katsukis more breathy ones.

They wished this could last longer, they wished they could keep battling on like this for longer. But izuku knew you must've been tired, taking his cock for as long as you have and your jaw must've been growing sore along with your tongue from the sucking. this has to end eventually.

Izuku tried to slow his hips in hopes to let this last longer, to make him last longer but....he came. A loud whine leaving him as he squeezed his eyes shut. His head Beginning to hurt from the brain shattering orgasm. But as much pain as he felt, he soon felt lightheaded, like his body had grown lighter while his cock pulsated his thick sticky cum deep inside of you.

“ oh..~ fuck— !”

Katsuki won whatever little battle they were having. But even then he soon came too, his much thinner squirts of cum shooting to the back of your throat while he kept thrusting. The back of your throat going sore and you began choking on his cum.

As you pulled off and coughed some of his cum even squirted in your eye making you squeal. Izuku had long pulled it and watched as his cum came rushing out in a stream of white sticky cum. He scoffed, pleased with his work before he looked up to see katsuki wincing and checking to see if your eye was okay.

“ ’m fine..”

You try pushing katsukis hand way and izuku almost comes forward before he forces you to look at him, to your surprise; grabbing his very own previously discarded shirt and wiping your eye. Despite his harsh hold on your face he was even more surprisingly gentle while handling your eye. He blew on it lightly to see if that would help and...it did? Holy hell. This was a side to katsuki you'd never seen and probably won't ever be graced to see again.

As sweet as it was to see..izuku fucking hated it. It's not that he was upset he was being gentle with you, or even that he was helping you. Well, maybe a little. But it was more so that izuku normally would hold you close tell you how good you were and even did for him, how proud of you he is and more. Kissing you lightly and lulling off to sleep together. The perfect ending.

But, no. Katsuki was there. He kissed your forehead which had your eyes widening and honestly your cheeks warming. It's not like you were now in love with him or anything but it was really kind of him.

Out of no where katsuki flipped you over, making sure to be gentle with you he couldn't help himself. He gentle kisses down your tummy gripping your body and spread your legs, licking the cum from giru cunt and shoving his tongue inside. You threw your head back and izuku was absolutely in shock. How disgusting of him...

He licked and slurped all of the cum that fell out rubbing your clit and actually bringing you to another orgasm. Izuku huffed with his kith wife opens and eyes wide. What the fuck.

As katsuki let up a smile on his face as he gave you a swift kiss letting you taste not only your boyfriends cum by your very own arousal on his tongue and his lips. You never took the moment to actually notice how much softer katsukis lips are.

He whispered softly to you that you did good taking the both of them, that he wasn't surprised a little whore like you could even do it. Maming you both chuckle together, his forehead leaning against yours. Sweaty and moist but with a deep breath you grew tired from the contact.

Izuku scowled at the two of you, getting up and figuring be can do better than that grabbing you a warm towel and wiping his leaking cum from giru thigh and sensitive cunny. The warm towel making your cunt spasm from the sensitivity and gentle touch of him.

You look to your lover taking your head away from katsukis and give him a lovesick smile, all tired and sweet. He came forward and kissed your head, grabbing you and lying you back against the pillows before grabbing his earlier discarded shirt and putting it back on.

Izuku actually walked to his closet and gave katsuki...one of own sweaters. He scoffed at the thought of izuku still having it. Looking up to him and putting it on before he zipped his pants back and shoved his shirt in his pocket along with his hands.

“ ’f you needa bag I can give you one.”

Izuku said groggily not looking at the blond as he scratched the back of his neck, his voice was low and nothing above a whisper that could get across in respect of you sleeping, your unconscious body rising and setting with the deep breaths that you took. As calm and relaxed as you were you would soon feel the harshness and consequences of your actions later.

“ nah, don’ need it.”

Izuku nodded to his friend with a forced smile and turned back to you, throwing the towel into the dirty clothes hamper you had beside your open closet.

Katsuki looked at you and his face softened more than it already was, a smile following with it. You were alot more adorable and pleasant to be around when you were unconscious and fucked out.

“ gonna head out. text me.”

With a half assed nod izuku gave, katsuki left shutting your door quietly behind him..

Izuku sighed heavily raking his scarred calloused hand through his sweaty and curly hair. He didn't wanna really think about anything, just climbing in bed right next to you and kissing your lips gently. You sleepily scoot closer to his warmth and mumble something that he didn't quite catch.

“ thank you for this.”

You hum with a smile and a slight nod for your head.

“ it'll never happen again.”

Izuku huffed out, it's not that he as jealous but .. he couldn't quite explain why he had felt such sudden disdain for his best friend. Maybe it's because of how he got to see you in a vulnerable estate. Or maybe he was just possessive to put it simply. Who knows.

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Court-side Confessions ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

♡Pairing: 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗀𝖾 𝖡𝗎𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗑 𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

♡Word count: 1.6k

♡Summary: 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌… 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?

♡Author's corner: 𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗒 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌!!— 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌.

The early morning sunlight filtered through the gymnasium windows, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. Paige Bueckers dribbled the basketball with practiced precision, her movements fluid and controlled. Each bounce echoed in the empty space, a rhythm that matched the beating of her anxious heart.

At twenty-two, Paige was no stranger to pressure. As a senior and star point guard for the university basketball team, she'd learned to channel her emotions into her game. But there was one pressure she couldn't seem to master – her feelings for a certain teamate.

Y/N was stretching at the far end of the court, her athletic frame moving with a grace that made Paige's breath catch. They'd been teammates and close friends since freshman year, a connection that ran deeper than just basketball. Paige had watched Y/N grow from a talented rookie to the team's leading scorer, admiring not just her athletic prowess, but her compassionate nature and infectious smile.

"Hey, you're here early," Y/N called out, walking towards Paige with a water bottle in hand.

Paige's heart raced. She'd perfected the art of hiding her true feelings over the years – a survival mechanism born from fear of rejection and the potential impact on their friendship. "Early bird gets the best practice time," she responded, her voice carefully controlled.

The truth was far more complicated. Each day, Paige wrestled with her emotions. Y/N was more than just a teammate or a friend. She was everything Paige had ever wanted – kind, supportive, intelligent, and breathtakingly beautiful. But the fear of losing their friendship always held her back.

As they warmed up together, Paige couldn't help but notice how perfectly they moved in sync. Their basketball chemistry was undeniable – a metaphor for the deeper connection she desperately wanted to explore. The campus buzzed with Y/N's popularity. She was the team's darling, loved by teammates and fans alike, with a charm that drew people to her naturally.

During a water break, Y/N sat next to Paige, their shoulders almost touching. "Big game coming up next week," she said, her voice soft and encouraging. "You've been working really hard."

Paige knew this was more than just a casual observation. Y/N had always been perceptive, always seeing beyond the surface. It was one of the many reasons Paige had fallen so deeply in love with her.

The university's athletic Gymnasium was a testament to competitive sports. Trophies lined the walls, photographs of past champions creating a backdrop of excellence. For Paige, it was both a dream and a pressure cooker. Her sexuality, her feelings for Y/N, her athletic performance – everything felt like it was hanging in a delicate balance.

As practice concluded, Paige made a decision. She couldn't continue like this – hiding, wondering, hoping. The uncertainty was consuming her. This was their senior year, potentially their last season together. Something had to change.

"Y/N," Paige said, her voice trembling slightly, "can we talk?"

Y/N turned, her dark eyes questioning. "Sure." she responded, a smile playing on her lips.

In that moment, Paige realized that taking a chance might be the most courageous thing she'd ever do. Not just as an athlete, but as a person discovering her true self. The basketball court had always been her safe space – now it was becoming the ground zero of her emotional revolution.

Paige’s hands felt clammy despite the cool morning air circulating through the gym. She gripped the basketball a little tighter, trying to ground herself. Y/N’s easygoing smile had always disarmed her, made her feel safe—but also made her heart pound like she was in double overtime with seconds left on the clock.

Y/N nudged Paige with her shoulder. “What’s up?”

Paige exhaled, willing herself to stay composed. “I just… I wanted to talk to you about something. Something important.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed slightly, but her expression remained open and attentive. “Of course. What is it?”

Paige hesitated. The words sat on the tip of her tongue, but fear kept them locked in place. She could make a move on the court without hesitation, but this—this was terrifying. What if it changed everything? What if she lost Y/N’s friendship? What if it ruined their dynamic as teammates?

But what if she didn’t say anything at all? What if she let this moment slip away and regretted it for the rest of her life?

She licked her lips, forcing herself to push through the fear. “I—”

The gym doors creaked open, cutting her off. Coach Geno strode in, clipboard in hand, his usual no-nonsense demeanor in full force. “Morning, ladies. Hope you’re ready to put in some work.”

Paige’s stomach twisted. The moment was lost.

Y/N shot her a look, a mixture of curiosity and concern in her eyes. “Let’s talk after practice, okay?”

Paige could only nod.

Practice was brutal, as expected. Full-court drills, defensive rotations, and high-intensity scrimmages had everyone drenched in sweat. Paige threw herself into the training, using it as an outlet to channel her emotions. She and Y/N played off each other seamlessly, their chemistry on full display. No-look passes, perfectly timed assists—it was almost as if they could read each other’s minds.

By the time Coach blew the final whistle, Paige’s legs felt like jelly, but her mind was clearer than before. She had to do this. No more running away from her feelings.

Y/N approached her at the water station, tossing Paige a fresh towel. “Still up for that talk?”

Paige wiped the sweat from her forehead, nodding. “Yeah. Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

They walked side by side out of the gym, the early morning practice now giving way to the hustle and bustle of campus life. The air was thick with the scent of fresh-cut grass and the faint aroma of coffee from a nearby stand. Students hurried to class, their chatter blending into a familiar background hum. Some stopped to greet Y/N with high-fives and words of encouragement, their admiration clear in their voices. Paige had always admired how effortlessly Y/N fit in everywhere. She was magnetic, a natural leader on and off the court.

Despite the warmth of the morning sun, Paige felt a chill crawl up her spine. Her pulse quickened with every step as her mind raced ahead of her. This wasn’t just any conversation—this was the kind of moment that could change everything.

They found a bench near the gym, slightly tucked away from the main walkway, shielded by the sprawling branches of an old oak tree. The shade offered a sense of privacy, though Paige’s nerves still prickled. She took a deep breath, her hands gripping the edge of the seat. Her knees bounced slightly, the movement a quiet testament to her anxiety.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “Okay,” she said, her tone light but laced with concern. “You’re kind of freaking me out now. What’s going on?”

Paige let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head at herself. “Sorry. I just… I’ve been holding this in for a long time.”

Y/N’s expression softened, her eyes searching Paige’s face. “Paige, whatever it is, you can tell me.”

The sincerity in Y/N’s voice made Paige’s throat tighten. She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on her. Her heart pounded so loudly she wondered if Y/N could hear it.

“It’s about us,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N blinked, her eyebrows lifting slightly. “Us?”

Paige nodded, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her practice shorts. She forced herself to meet Y/N’s gaze, terrified and relieved all at once. “I don’t know how to say this without making things weird, but—I like you, Y/N. More than just a friend. More than just a teammate.”

The words were out, and Paige felt like she had just taken the most important shot of her life. The silence that followed was unbearable. The world around them seemed to fade into a dull blur—students walking past, birds chirping overhead, the distant whistle of a coach calling out instructions on the field. None of it mattered. All that mattered was Y/N and whatever she was going to say next.

Y/N’s lips parted slightly, as if forming a response, but no words came out immediately. Paige’s stomach twisted, the fear creeping back in. What if this ruined everything? What if—

“I… I didn’t know you felt that way,” Y/N finally said, her voice softer than before.

Paige looked down, nodding slowly. “I’ve been scared to tell you. I didn’t want to mess up our friendship or the team dynamic, but… I couldn’t keep pretending.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment before she let out a small, breathy laugh. “Wow.”

Paige’s stomach flipped. “Wow good or wow bad?”

Y/N turned to face her fully, her dark eyes filled with something Paige couldn’t quite decipher. The sun cast a golden glow around her, highlighting the soft curve of her smile as she exhaled a quiet chuckle. “Wow, to think I thought it was unrequited. I feel the same way too, dummy.”

Paige’s breath hitched. “You do?”

Y/N smiled, a little shy, a little unsure. “I’ve never really thought about it before, but now that you’ve said it… well, I’m glad you did.”

Paige’s chest swelled with something new—hope. The tension in her shoulders melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread from her heart outward.

“So… what do we do now?” Paige asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers with an ease that sent a shiver down Paige’s spine. “We take it one step at a time. Together.”

Paige let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, a genuine smile breaking across her face. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something incredible.

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purplereina11 · 2 months ago

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The Perfect Shot Series You meet Alexia's Friends and Family

Word count: 4K

It was a vibrant Saturday night, and the city was alive with the pulsating beats of music and laughter, you were headed to a popular club downtown, where the energy was electric and the ambiance promised a fun night ahead.

As you walked into the club, the bass thumped rhythmically, pulsing through your chest as you take a deep breath, excitement and nerves swirling within you. The vibrant lights flickering in a kaleidoscope of colours that dances across the walls

Tonight is significant; you’re meeting Alexia’s friends for the first time, and while you’ve heard plenty about them, you can’t shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingers in the back of your mind.

Carla, the designated moral support, stands beside you, her bright smile infectious. “You’re going to have a blast! Just be yourself,” she reassures you, her enthusiasm helping to ease your tension. You nod, though the fluttering in your stomach betrays your calm demeanour.

As you walk further into the club, the club was packed, filled with laughter and the chatter of friends enjoying the weekend. You head up to the VIP area and catch sight of Alexia, her laughter ringing out like music above the noise. She’s surrounded by her friends, their energy magnetic, and you can’t help but feel a swell of affection for her. Alexia catches your eye and beams at you, waving you over with a sense of warmth that instantly puts you at ease.

“Hey, you made it!” she exclaims, pulling you into one of her hugs that melts away your apprehension and envelops you completely. “Everyone, this is Y/N.” The group turns to look at you, and you offer a shy wave, your heart racing as they greet you with smiles and friendly nods. You’re dispersed ever so slightly, especially with Alexia by your side, her hand resting comfortably on your back.

“Nice to meet you! We’ve heard so much about you,” one of her friends, a bubbly girl with straight black hair, says enthusiastically. You smile back, feeling the warmth of their acceptance. The ice begins to break as Alexia joins the conversation, adding her own flair and teasing you playfully, which makes everyone laugh.

It was Carla however that flitted you around, introducing you to everyone and ensuring you felt welcome. The atmosphere was electric, filled with playful banter and the clinking of glasses. The night was filled with laughter, dancing, and stories. You felt a sense of belonging, a feeling you hadn’t experienced in a while. Soon, you find yourself weaving through the crowd, the music enveloping you as you dance alongside Alexia and her friends. Laughter fills the air, and the worries you had before seem to dissipate. You joke and tease back, feeling the rhythm of the night seep into your bones. The atmosphere is electric, and you can’t remember the last time you felt so free.

As the night goes on, you and Alexia share playful glances, her eyes sparkling with joy. You can see how much she enjoys being with her friends, and it fills you with happiness to witness this side of her life. With every laugh and every dance move, you realise how lucky you are to be part of this moment. The music swells, and you grab Alexia’s hand, pulling her from her friends just to steal a moment just the two of you, your smiles matching perfectly as your eyes met. Together, you twirl and sway, losing yourselves in the rhythm, the world around you fading into a blur of lights and laughter. As Alexia pulled you closer, your laughter mingled with the music, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. Her lips finally found yours, her strict no public displays personal mantra subsided you smiled at the playful taunts and jeers from her friend’s, your arm came around her neck as your lips move in sync a feeling you’ll never tire of.

As the clock ticks on, rounds of drinks are shared, and stories flow freely. You find yourself immersed in conversations about travel, shared interests, and hilarious anecdotes that bring everyone closer together. You share a few of your own tales, feeling the warmth of friendship wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

You found a moment alone with Carla at the bar, Carla nudges you playfully. “See? You’re fitting right in!” she says with a grin. You chuckle, feeling the tension of the evening melt away.

“I was worried I wouldn’t” you admit, glancing at Alexia, who’s caught up in a lively conversation with her friends. You got a big smile seeing some more of Alexia’s friends turning up these from her team one in particular that made a bee line for you. Ona smacked into you as you held each other so tight, the last time Ona saw you she was leaving United for Barcelona when you were at your lowest she genuinely expected a phone call that the worst had happened to you not long after she left.

“You look so good” she said still holding on but her head coming back, the friends all looked confused but Alexia knowing your past struggles and the club you worked for knew the connection. “Honestly, you’re good?”

You nodded smiling softly, “I promise”

“Pinky?”

You laugh softly, feeling the weight of her words settle in. Pinky—a bond you both had made years ago, a little gesture that meant so much more. You extend your pinky finger to Ona, watching her smile grow as she links hers with yours, a silent promise passing between you two. The past was behind you now, but moments like this made everything feel like it was coming full circle.

“Pinky,” Ona repeats, nodding as if she too needed the confirmation. You squeeze her hand before pulling away, a warm, familiar feeling flooding over you.

Before you could say more, Alexia appears at your side, her presence grounding and familiar. She smiles at the two of you, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.

“Everything okay?” she asks, her voice calm but filled with concern, knowing full well what that pinky swear meant between you and Ona.

You nod, the reassurance in your eyes enough for her to relax. “Yeah, everything’s perfect.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Alexia says, her smile softening as she looks at you. The warmth from her gaze makes your chest tighten with affection. “It’s good to see you with your friends again. You’re not alone in this. You never were,” she adds, her voice low, sincere, and full of meaning.

You swallow hard, taking in her words, but all you can do is smile back at her. The music fades into the background, the laughter and chatter around you barely registering as you and Alexia share a quiet moment amidst the chaos of the club.

“I’m really glad you invited me here tonight,” you say, voice soft but genuine. "It means a lot."

“I wouldn’t have had it any other way,” Alexia replies, her hand slipping into yours. The simple act of holding hands feels so natural, and for the first time tonight, you feel completely at ease.

Carla, noticing the moment between the two of you, grins and gives you a playful nudge. “I’ll let you two have your moment, but don’t forget we’re celebrating you tonight,” she teases, making her way back to the dance floor.

Alexia laughs, shaking her head. “She’s right. We’re here to have fun.”

The music picks up again, and before you know it, you’re back on the dance floor, moving to the beat with Alexia. The crowd parts slightly as the two of you lose yourselves in the rhythm. It’s as if the world has disappeared, and all that exists is the moment—the music, the movement, and the connection you share.

You feel like you’ve stepped into a place of belonging, with Alexia’s presence beside you, her laugh like music in the air. The worries of the past seem so distant, and in their place is only the joy of being in the now. The sparkle in her eyes matches the twinkling lights above, and you can’t help but smile as she twirls you, pulling you close again.

The night drifts on, full of dancing, laughter, and more playful glances exchanged between you and Alexia. As the night finally begins to wind down, the energy of the club still thrumming in the air, you take a deep breath, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you. For the first time in a long while, you feel free. Not just free from the past, but free in the moment, in this beautiful, chaotic life.

When it’s time to say goodnight, you and Alexia find yourselves standing by the exit, the cool night air hitting your skin as the club doors swing open.

She turns to you with a soft smile. “Tonight was perfect. Thanks for being here.”

You return her smile, your heart warm with a feeling you can't quite describe. "No, thank you for inviting me,” you reply, your voice filled with sincerity. "For everything also. For making me feel like I belong."

The look in her eyes softens, and for a moment, she doesn’t need to say anything more. The words are understood.

And as the two of you step out into the night, hand in hand, you know this night—this moment—will stay with you forever. It was in that walk, she gently opened up the conversation about you meeting her family, they’d been asking to meet you apparently.

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the quaint village in hues of orange and pink, as you prepared for what felt like one of the most important moments of your life: meeting Alexia’s family.

Alexia had warned you that her family primarily spoke Spanish, and while you had picked up a few phrases here and there, your fluency was limited at best. Yet, her enthusiasm for having you meet her family was contagious, and you couldn’t resist the opportunity to connect with the people who meant the most to her.

As you approached her mother’s charming home, nestled among vibrant flowers and lush greenery, your heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Alexia, sensing your nerves, squeezed your hand gently, her smile reassuring. “Don’t worry! Just be yourself. They’ll love you,” she assured, her eyes shining with warmth.

The door swung open, and there stood Alexia’s mother, Eli, with a welcoming smile that could light up even the cloudiest of days. Behind her, you could see the rest of the family gathered, each face a blend of curiosity and delight. Alexia introduced you, her voice rich with affection, and as she spoke, you felt the warmth of their gazes envelop you.

“Hola! Bienvenido!” Eli exclaimed, her enthusiasm evident as she pulled you into a heartfelt embrace. The scent of her cooking wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble in anticipation. You managed a sheepish “Hola,” in return, feeling a bit out of your depth but grateful for the warmth of her welcome.

As the embrace broke, Eli stepped back and motioned for you to come inside. The home felt cozy and inviting, with its warm wooden floors and soft lighting that seemed to embrace you like a hug. The aroma of freshly baked bread, Paella, and something savoury that made your mouth water filled the air, making you feel instantly at home.

Alexia’s family was a mix of familiar faces you had heard so much about and new ones you’d yet to meet. They greeted you with open arms, their smiles genuine as they made an effort to include you despite the language barrier. Alexia’s Uncle, Ricard, gave you a firm handshake, his eyes kind and welcoming, while her younger Sister, Alba, cracked a shy smile and offered you a small wave. Despite your limited Spanish, you could feel the warmth in their presence.

A soft hand on the small of your back from Alexia guided you to a spot to take a seat as Eli asked Alexia what you’d want to drink, you found yourself bent over fussing a small chocolate brown chihuahua curious at your feet. “Coco” Her sister spoke as if telling him to come away. You rose your eyes and smiled a silent conversation that he was ok.

Her family were just as calm and gentle as Alexia was, they tried there best to speak English to you Alexia often had to correct what they said understating what they meant, but you appreciated the effort they were making. You even attempted a few words in Spanish when in the moment you knew the translation.

Eli called the family to the dinning room, the dinner table was spread with an array of delicious dishes, each one seemingly crafted with love. There was a traditional Spanish paella, a fresh salad with ripe tomatoes, and a selection of tapas that looked as beautiful as they smelled. Everyone gathered around the table, and Alexia pulled out a chair for you beside her, making sure you felt comfortable and near her.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself seated at a long wooden table, laden with an array of delicious dishes—paella, fresh seafood, and colorful salads. Alexia’s family began to converse animatedly as they ate, their voices rising and falling like a melodic rhythm. You watched, a mixture of admiration and confusion swirling within you. Their laughter filled the room, and while you couldn’t understand the majority of what was being said, the joy in their voices was unmistakable. The tone, the gestures, the way their faces lit up when they spoke of fond memories, told you everything you needed to know. There was no judgment, no impatience for your broken Spanish. They simply welcomed you into their world as if you’d been there all along.

You looked as Alba the other side of you gently touched your arm, “How long have you lived in Barcelona for?”

“Um, about 4 or 5 months now” You spoke as you heard soft chatter in the background.

Alexia caught your eye and smiled, her expression encouraging. It was then that she leaned closer, gently translating snippets of the conversation. “They’re asking about your hometown,” she whispered, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you.

With her guidance, you joined in, sharing tales of your life, your family, and the things you loved about your own culture. You gestured animatedly, your enthusiasm bridging the language gap. The family listened intently, their eyes sparkling with interest, the warmth of their acceptance wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

As the evening wore on, the conversation flowed, with laughter filling the room. You couldn’t understand every word being spoken, Alexia sat close beside you, her hand brushing yours occasionally, offering little translations when she sensed you were unsure. "Don’t worry," she whispered with a playful grin. "You’re doing great. Trust me, you’re making a good impression."

Her words settled some of the tension you had been holding in your chest. You smiled back, the feeling of being accepted washing over you. But it wasn’t just her family making you feel this way—it was Alexia. The way she was so effortlessly in tune with you, making you feel like you belonged, even in this space where you were the newcomer.

As the evening wore on, Eli brought out a traditional dessert—flan, its creamy texture glistening under the soft light. The moment felt like a celebration, and as the sweet treat was passed around, you felt a growing sense of belonging. You watched as Alexia shared her family’s stories, her laughter echoing through the room, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly she navigated between languages, bringing you into the fold.

When it was your turn to express gratitude for the meal, you took a breath, determined to say something heartfelt, even if it was simple. “Gracias por la comida. Estaba delicioso,” you managed, your pronunciation shaky but sincere. The table fell silent for a moment before erupting in applause, their smiles wide with appreciation for your effort.

“¡Bravo!” Eli cheered, pride shining in her eyes. Her family showered you with compliments, their warmth enveloping you like a gentle embrace. In that moment, you realised that love transcended language; it was felt in smiles, in laughter, and in the shared experience around the table.

After dinner, the conversation turned to stories, and her family began sharing funny anecdotes about Alexia’s childhood. Her mother laughed, telling tales of mischievous things Alexia had done as a young girl, while Alexia herself chuckled, rolling her eyes but clearly enjoying the attention.

As the night drew to a close, you felt a sense of achievement and connection that you hadn’t anticipated. Alexia’s family may have spoken in a different tongue, but the language of love, acceptance, and joy was universal. You had not only survived the evening but had thrived in it, forging bonds that would last long after the night ended.

You were cuddled into Alexia for comfort, “Hey” you said softly placing a hand on her stomach before pointing when you gained her attention, “Is that your dad?” You looked to her as she nodded looking at the picture of her, her mum and Alba with him. “You look just like him” you spoke with a soft gaze and smile at the picture, “It’s crazy to me how you and Alba look so alike apart but when you’re together you can see the differences” You were oblivious to Alba and Eli watching the pair of you gently whispering to each other with a look of love and approval. “She’s the image of your mum and you your dad” You leant over Alexia ever so slightly to point, “It’s this bit” you motioned to his nose and mouth, “And you pull that face all the time”

“I do?” Alexia asked softly you turned your attention to her and nodded, you could see the sadness in her eyes it made you wonder what privately what she thought of your distance with your family. When she’d probably give anything just to see her father one more time.

When the time came to say goodbye, Eli pulled you into another warm embrace, whispering something in Spanish that you couldn’t quite catch. Alexia translated, her voice soft and filled with affection: “She says you are now part of the family.”

Those words wrapped around your heart like a warm embrace, and as you left their home, hand in hand with Alexia, you felt lighter, as if the weight of your initial fears had lifted. You had navigated a potentially daunting experience and emerged not just intact, but enriched, with a newfound understanding that love knows no boundaries, and that family is a bond that can be felt in any language.

It made you miss yours.

Alexia’s hand was warm in yours, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to sink into the comfort of the moment as you waited for Alba who you were staying with this evening so you both could have a drink with the family.

“I’m so glad you were here tonight,” Alexia murmured, squeezing your hand. “My family… I know they’re not easy to get used to, but I’m really happy you fit right in.”

You smiled, feeling your heart flutter at her words. “I’m glad I came. I feel like I’m finally getting to know a side of you that’s been waiting for me.”

Alexia’s smile softened, her gaze tender. “Well, you’re definitely a part of it now. My family… they’re not just anyone to me, and having you with me tonight, it just felt like the right thing.” Alexia connected her lips you almost dropped her hand to put it to her fact but before you could, the sound of footsteps echoed behind you. Turning, you saw Alba walking toward you both, her keys in hand and a mischievous grin on her face.

“You two ready to head out?” she asked, her tone light but full of energy. “It’s getting late, its not far to walk?”

Alexia looked over at you, her eyes a mix of amusement and affection. “You cool with that?”

You nodded quickly, feeling a little relief at the idea of getting some fresh air after such an emotional evening. “I’d love that, actually, nice little walk.

Alba beamed, clearly excited by the prospect of having you both at her apartment for the night. “Perfect!”

With that, the three of you made your way, and soon enough, you were on your way to Alba’s apartment. The streets outside were quieter now, the nightlife settling down as the city began to unwind from the chaotic energy of the evening. The walk was fairly quick, and the warmth from Alexia’s presence beside you keeping you from realising the chill in the air.

As you arrived at Alba’s apartment, she unlocked the door with a flick of her wrist, and the space was immediately inviting. The soft lights, the cozy furnishings, and the overall calmness of the apartment made it feel like the perfect place to settle into after a whirlwind night.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Alba teased as she kicked off her shoes and moved to the kitchen. “Feel free to make yourself at home Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how natural it all felt. Alba wasn’t just welcoming you; she was making you feel like part of the family in the most effortless way possible. The way she had welcomed you in, teasing and laughing, made you feel at ease almost instantly.

Alexia walked over to the couch, pulling you gently with her. “I’ll grab you some blankets. We can sleep here, okay?”

You nodded, grateful for the warmth and comfort of the moment. As Alexia moved to help Alba set up the living area, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the day’s emotions settle into your bones. It was a good kind of exhaustion, the kind that comes from feeling truly connected to the people in your life.

Once you were settled in, Alexia returned to sit next to you on the couch, her gaze soft as she met your eyes.

“I’m really glad you came tonight,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “It felt like… everything went so perfectly.”

You leaned into her slightly, your voice matching her quiet tone. “Me too. I feel like I’m finally part of something. Part of you, your family, they were so welcoming.”

She smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are,” she said softly. “And you always will be.”

The world outside felt distant now, the noise of the night fading into the background as the quiet of the apartment settled in around you. You were here, with Alexia, with Alba, in this cozy, comforting space—and for the first time in a long time, you felt completely at peace.

As the night wore on, the three of you shared stories and laughter, the light chatter filling the room. Alba only came to say goodnight got comfy and was yet to leave. With Alba’s easygoing energy and Alexia’s warmth beside you, you felt like you had found your place. The night was peaceful, and with Alexia and Alba by your side, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging that you hadn’t known in a long time.

When the time came to sleep, you found yourself curled up in the makeshift bed on the sofa Alexia had made for you both, the comforting thought of the people around you making it easy to drift off into a peaceful slumber. You knew the night had marked something significant—not just for your relationship with Alexia, but for how you were beginning to truly feel a part of the life she had built.

Tomorrow would bring new adventures, new moments to share, but for now, you were content, knowing that you were right where you were meant to be.

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dollarbils · 6 months ago

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babbles | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. billies a talker and she can’t stop herself from rambling while you’re between her thighs, or on top of her.

warnings. smut, praising, fluff.

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your head was buried in her thighs, listening to her mumbles of praise as you lapped up her juices. she tasted so sweet, her arousal coating your tongue and consuming your senses.

“mm, so good to me, baby.” her fingers were lost in your hair, tugging and pushing you harder against her. your hands kept her hips in place and her moans coaxed you into continuing. you loved getting her off. the satisfaction of her pleasure being all you needed in return. but of course, she wouldn’t let you go without taking care of your needs afterwards.

“keep going, angel.” she guided you, motioning where she needed you and how. she was always vocal with her own pleasure, never shying away from what she wanted. and it drove her crazy when you gave it to her. her mind was foggy and her lips dry, fingertips pressed against your head as your tongue danced through her folds. and yet, through all of this, she was still in control.

“fuck, baby. i’m nearly- oh my god.” her back arched into you as she came undone, and you, catching her orgasm with your tongue. she clenched around the fingers you’d had prodded in her entrance as you helped her ride out her orgasm by rubbing her clit, sucking her dry until she was overstimulated. she pulled you on top of her, reaching for her strap. this girl’s stamina was insane.

“love the way you taste, bils.” you pecked her lips as her hands wrapped themselves around your neck.

“yeah?” she smiled, unable to stop kissing you. her movements were sloppy, as she recovered and gained the strength to continue.

“mhm.” you replied, in between sweet kisses.

“love you, baby.” her tongue went past your lips, tasting herself as you moved onto her lap. she held your body firmly, groans escaping as you began grinding your hips onto her.

“patience, my love. i’m still sensitive.” you smiled, proud of your work and she clearly realised. you complied with her request for patience, kissing her was enough for the moment. and you soon got lost in it, your hands tangled in her messy hair and hers, rubbing your hips comfortingly. your breaths were in sync, your heartbeats matching each others as she broke from the kisses to mumble small words of praise. the fire in the pit of your stomach never ceased as you began to grow desperate, whining into her mouth.

“you’re so perfect for me, treat me so well.” she didn’t break away from the kiss as she positioned the strap on her pelvis. she tapped your ass, signalling for you to lift your hips. her lips parted as she was about to speak, and you knew what was coming. every-time she opened her mouth more filthy words would come out.

“come on baby, sit on my dick.” she helped you align the strap with your entrance, as you let out a choked whimper when you felt the tip. she contemplated wether you were ready to take her like that or not.

“you sure you want it raw?” she looked into you eyes, searching for hesitation but when you nodded, she pulled your hips down. she wasn’t slow with it either, forcing you to take her whole, in one go.

“mm, fuck.” you cursed into her neck, head buried there, as you gripped her arms for support. she rocked your hips back and forth before you built up the strength to do it yourself.

“that’s it, my girl.” she commented as you began bouncing like a fucking bunny. she tried to help you as best as she could but it was getting harder for her to focus.

“mm, so good. fuckin’ me so good, baby.” she made an effort to play with your tits, enjoying watching them rock with the rhythm of your body. she began bucking her hips every-time you’d sit back down on the strap, driving it deeper up your cunt. you’re eyes were squeezed shut and your mouth parted, it was a sight for sore eyes.

“lookin’ so pretty like that, babe. need you to keep doing that.” her body was moving in sync with yours, the friction so intense it nearly sent you both. she was looking at you with her eyes that had gone dark, lust consuming her as she watched you ride her strap.

“b-billie.” your mouth had run dry as you trembled in her grasp, clenching on her dick, and she swore she could feel it. she tapped your cheek in instruction to open your eyes and look at her. she was biting her lip as her eyes bore into yours, reaching for your sanity and crushing it as you went feral. she watched as you moaned, broken up cries of her name.

“keep making those pretty noises.” her grunts and babbles of praise never faltered. and when you grew tired, at the brink of your orgasm, she helped you rock your hips those last few times. you collapsed on her, a white, hot sensation taking over your body as you moaned into her mouth.

“i could stay like this forever.” she whispered on your lips and you nodded.

“don’t pull out, not yet, please.” she smirked as you said this, caressing your skin as you leaned into her warm body.

“of course, whatever you want, baby.”

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propertyofwicked · 11 months ago

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TAKE ME DANCING - LN

based on this request! ✧ my inbox is open for requests (or if u just want a chat!) ✧

warnings - smut! MDNI!! oral (fem receiving), possessive!lando (but also kinda cute - smut is marked ✿)

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the pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the club as lando and y/n made their way inside. the flashing lights, the energy, the sheer about of people everywhere was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but feel a little out of place.

this wasn't her scene; y/n would rather be sat in a beer garden, fearing she wouldn’t enjoy the loud music and drunk people bashing into her in a club. but lando - this was his type of place, he seemed to just exude confidence, especially in clubs, and especially when he wore that white shirt, the top few buttons undone.

lando noticed her hesitance, giving her a reassuring smile.

"don't worry, you wanna leave, we leave - ok? ," he said, squeezing her hand gently.

she nodded, trying to keep an open mind as they moved further into the crowd. the dance floor was packed, bodies moving mostly in sync with the pounding rhythm. lando led her to the bar first, using his grip of her hand to pull her closely behind him as they manoeuvred through the crowds of people, smiling occasionally at people he recognised. lando’s hand dropped hers, though not before pulling her close, so he could rest his tanned hands on the bar, leaning forward to catch the attention of the server.

“….and a double malibu coke,” he called out, trying to be heard over the music, before turning to y/n, checking that was what she wanted. she nodded at him quickly.

“and two shots of tequila please!” she added quickly, watching the server nod quickly before settling on lando’s intrigued gaze, “- the quicker im drunk, the quicker i’ll feel comfortable,” she called out, moving her head closer to his so he could hear her.

lando nodded at her, not one to discourage her, though it did concern him when managed to take back both shots without so much as a flinch.

"come on, let's dance!" lando shouted over the music, pulling her towards the dance floor with his free hand, his drink sloshing around in the other as he moved. y/n followed closely, still apprehensive, and still too sober, but lando��s energy was hard to resist.

she moved tentatively at first, unsure of her own movements, her hand reaching to pull her dress down as it rode up her legs. as the drink and music flooded her veins, y/n got into her own rhythm, her hips moving in time with the beat as lando’s hand rested on her hips, his own body moving almost in sync.

lando watched her with a mix of surprise and delight. he had expected her to tolerate the experience at best, and only for his benefit, but here she was, dancing with abandon, lost in the music. he grinned at her, matching the energy and enthusiasm.

“drink?” he asked her, bending down to speak directly in her ear. her hand grabbed the side of his face, keeping it next to hers as she replied with a loud yes, before moving him back to press a sweet kiss to his lips. she was about to follow him back to the bar but a familiar face came bounding towards the two of them.

“y/n in a club? im shocked,” alex called out, “i love your dress,” she added, holding y/n hands out as she stood back to take another look.

“thank you, you look gorgeous,” y/n replied, smiling at the girl.

“is charles here?” lando asked her, not really feeling like joining the girly conversation, to which she simply responded by point at the bar, “perfect - ill be back,” he continued, pressing a kiss to y/n’s forehead before walking over to greet charles.

he kept glancing back at y/n from the bar, half-expecting her to need a break, or to be looking at him, eyes begging him to come back. but each time he looked, there she was, dancing with alex, having the time of her life. the two men decided to join the girls on the dance floor, their hands full with a drinks for their respective partner.

as the night wore on, she showed no sign of stopping. despite not drinking much, y/n found herself emersed in the music, enchanted by the way lando’s hands stayed firmly on her waist as she danced, her back pressing into his chest with every movement.

there was something about the way she moved that made everything else fade into the background. lando could barely think straight, the desire to have her all to himself surged through him, and he found himself drawn to her like a magnet. and when she turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with joy and surprise, he couldn’t help but lean down, his lips brushing against the skin of her cheek before moving to her ear.

“you drive me crazy,” he told her, his voice deep enough to send a shiver down her spine, “you wanna go soon?”

“but im having fun,” she pouted, though he couldn’t see as his face was resting in the crook of her neck, kissing at her skin.

“so am i,” he replied, moving to hold her head in his hands, pressing a kiss to her forehead softly, before leaning down again to add, “but i think id have more fun with my head between your legs.”

her breath hitched at his words, a flush spreading across her cheeks. the intensity in his voice, the possessiveness in his touch, the way he said it so casually. lando’s hands roamed over her body as she pretending to think about his offer, continuing to whisper sweet, sinful promises in her ear.

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it only felt like a few minutes had passed by the time the two were stumbling through the front door of lando’s apartment. y/n remembers saying a quick goodbye to alex, before lando had practically dragged her from the club, though she followed him more than willingly.

lando groaned quietly as soon as his lips pressed on her inner thigh, his fingers pushing the hem of her dress up her body quickly until the fabric pooled on her stomach. his hands ran softly down the sides of her stomach, reaching the band of her underwear, tugging it down her legs, before moving to hold her thighs open for him.

it took one swipe of his tongue on her clit for his brain to grow blank. the grip on her thighs grew firmer, hard enough to leave little marks, nose bumping against her clit as his tongue travelled through her folds.

“you taste so fucking good,” he breathes, his face pulling back to take in the sight in front of him “fuck, angel, you’re so beautiful.”

then, he’s all over her again. lando’s lips wrap around her clit - he can feel himself growing hard at the whines she emitted for him. every flick of his tongue had her back lifting from the bed and her hands tugging at his curls, to which he responded with a quiet moan. the vibrations sent pleasure through her body, her brain turning to mush as she loosened her grip on his curls.

“do that again,” lando grunts, guiding her hands back into his hair, “keep doing that angel.”

his head is spinning, his tongue gliding through her folds before flattening against her clit over and over again. lando’s arm wraps around her waist, pulling her heat closer to him. his fingers to brush against her, coating them with her slick and circling her entrance before slipping his middle finger inside. only the first knuckle was enough to have her squirming beneath him, the arm around her waist fighting to keep her pushed down on the bed.

lando feels the way she tightened around him, desperate to feel him as he pushed his finger fully into her, pulling out quickly before adding a second. his tongue moved through her heat again, tasting her slick as he circled her clit, his fingers curling up into her.

“lan - fuck i-” y/n started, her grip on his curls tightening. her hips jutted up, pushing his face further into her heat as she reached her climax. his finger curl open and closed inside of her as her hips rocked against his face, the grip on his hair loosening as each second of her high passed.

“so good,” lando moaned, kissing at her clit. “taste so good. you can do one more, right, angel?”

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pucksandpower · 1 year ago

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Fashionably Challenged

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: you and Max may not exactly be the paddock’s most stylish couple, but you wouldn’t want it any other way

You wake up to the sound of Max rummaging through the closet of your shared hotel suite. Rolling over, you see him laying out two matching outfits — the Red Bull Racing team polos, skinny jeans, and sneakers you’ve grown accustomed to over the years.

One set for him, one set for you.

“Morning, liefje,” he says, catching your gaze. “I have our outfits for the day ready to go.”

You smile sleepily. “Thanks, babe. You know me too well.”

Max grins as he walks over and climbs back into bed, throwing an arm around you. “Of course I do. Can’t have my girlfriend showing up to races looking anything less than perfect.”

You laugh and playfully shove him. “Oh shut up. You know I’d show up in a potato sack if I could.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” he says with mock seriousness. “I would never let you embarrass me like that.”

“Embarrass you?” You scoff. “Please, like you even notice what I’m wearing half the time. You’re just as bad as me when it comes to fashion.”

Max opens his mouth to protest but then shuts it, shrugging in admission. “Okay, fair point. But that’s why I always get you the same thing I’m wearing. So there’s no way we can mess it up.”

You consider this for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. We make a pretty fashionably challenged couple.”

“The most fashionably challenged,” he agrees with a laugh. He pauses, gaze growing serious. “But I like it that way. I like that we match.”

Warmth blooms in your chest. “Me too.”

The morning passes quickly as you get ready for the race. True to form, you both pull on the matching outfits without a second thought. As you’re walking out to the car, Max stops you.

“Wait,” he says, taking your hand and turning you to face him. He looks you up and down appraisingly. “You look perfect, just like always.”

You can’t help but beam at the compliment. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

He grins. “Not nearly enough.”

“Well I do,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, schatje,” Max murmurs against your lips. “Now let’s go kick some ass today.”

The race goes well, Max taking the checkered flag to the roar of the crowds. As you’re waiting to congratulate him, a podcaster approaches you with a microphone.

“Hi there,” she says brightly. “I’m Lottie from The Racing Line. I was wondering if I could ask you a couple quick questions?”

“Oh, um, sure,” you’re a bit caught off guard.

“Great! So first off, you and Max always seem to be wearing matching outfits to the races. Is that something you two purposely coordinate as a cute couple thing?”

You feel your cheeks flush slightly. “Oh no, not at all actually. The truth is neither of us have much fashion sense at all. So Max just gets me the female version of whatever he’s wearing to make it easy.”

The podcaster looks disappointed. “Oh, I see. So it’s not some adorable couple tradition then?”

“Well, I mean, I guess in a way it kind of is?” You say quickly, feeling guilty. “Neither of us are really into fashion, so we end up matching by default anyway. I think it’s sweet that we always end up coordinating without even trying because we’re just so in sync.”

She perks up at that. “Aww, okay, I can see that! So even though it’s not on purpose, you’ve made your own cute little tradition out of it just by being so aligned. That’s really romantic.”

You nod, smiling softly. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Well thank you so much for your time,” she shakes your hand. “And congratulations to Max on another win!”

“Thank you,” you reply as she walks away.

A few minutes later Max emerges, helmet under his arm and face lit up in that way you love. You throw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Congratulations baby, you were amazing out there as always.”

“Thank you, schatje,” he says, squeezing you close. He pauses, smile turning teasing. “Did you enjoy chatting with that podcaster earlier?”

You pull back, eyes narrowing. “You saw that, did you?”

He chuckles. “Of course I did. I always notice you.”

“Well then you also saw me have to completely backtrack and come up with some sappy story for why we match when she thought it was a cutesy couple thing,” you say dryly.

Max shrugs. “It kind of is though, isn’t it? Maybe not on purpose, but it’s become our thing.”

“I guess you’re right,” you admit. “I told her it was romantic how in sync we are, always coordinating outfits without even trying.”

“Hmm, I like that,” he says, grinning. “We really are pretty in sync, aren’t we? Two fashionably hopeless peas in a pod.”

You laugh. “That we are.” You look at him fondly. “But I love our way better than being one of those obnoxiously coordinated couples.”

“Me too,” he agrees. “Though I will admit ...” His gaze grows more serious. “Part of the reason I like matching is because it makes me happy to walk around wearing the same thing as you. Like we’re a unit, you know?”

Your heart skips a beat at the soft vulnerability in his voice. “Max Verstappen, you big old romantic,” you tease gently.

He shrugs but you can see the pleased look in his eyes. Sudden understanding washes over you.

“Wait a minute … is that why you got me the same outfit the first time? Not just because you thought it would be easier, but because you wanted us to match?”

Max stays silent for a moment before breaking into a sheepish grin. “You caught me.”

“Oh my god!” You shove his shoulder playfully. “You big sap!”

“What can I say? I like having my girl on my arm looking like the power couple we are,” Max says, pulling you close again. “Fashionably challenged or not.”

“If only everyone out there making you out to be the villain could see the cuddly teddy bear you really are. I absolutely love it,” you murmur, stretching up to kiss him. You can feel him smile against your lips.

As you break apart, Max squeezes your hand. “Come on, let’s go celebrate. In new matching outfits, of course.”

You pretend to roll your eyes exaggeratingly but allow him to lead you towards the exit, your hands intertwined. You truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

***

You and Max are curled up on the couch in your hotel room, his arm draped around you as you lean into his side. It’s a rare quiet moment between races and you’re savoring the feeling of Max’s fingers gently carding through your hair.

“Hey Max?” You say after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Hmm?” He hums in response, not looking away from the football match on the TV.

“I got an interesting offer today.”

That piques his interest and he turns his head to look at you. “Oh yeah? What kind of offer?”

You take a deep breath before answering. “A sponsorship deal, actually. From Oscar de la Renta.”

Max raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Wow, that’s … really great, liefje. I’m so happy for you.”

But something in his tone makes you frown slightly. “Are you though? You don’t sound that excited.”

He gives you a half smile. “No, no, I am! That’s a huge opportunity for your career and image. Having that kind of sponsorship deal is amazing.”

“But?” You prod knowingly.

Max lets out a breath, smile fading. “But I guess part of me is a little disappointed and maybe … worried?”

“About what?”

“Well,” he shifts uncomfortably. “I like being the one who picks out your outfits for the races. Our little unintentional matching tradition has kind of become my thing, you know? I’m worried if you get sponsored by some big designer brand you won’t wear the outfits I pick out anymore. That we won’t match.”

His tone is carefully casual but you can hear the undercurrent of vulnerability. Your heart clenches in your chest.

“Oh Max ...” you murmur, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You really like our matching outfits that much?”

He averts his eyes but nods. “Yeah. I know it sounds silly, but I just … I like how in sync we are. How happy it makes me feel when we show up to the races looking like a real team. Like we’re truly partners in everything. I don’t want to lose that.”

The softness in his voice breaks your heart a little. You take his hand and give it a squeeze.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that,” you tell him gently. “Because I never would have accepted that offer anyway.”

Max blinks in surprise. “You wouldn’t?”

You shake your head. “Not a chance. First of all, they were pressuring me to only wear very high-end stuff, none of which really feels like my personal style. But more importantly ...” You lean in closer, maintaining eye contact. “They don’t have a men’s collection. So they couldn’t sponsor you too.”

Realization lights up his gaze. “Oh ...” he says softly.

You nod. “Exactly. I told them thanks but no thanks. Because no designer wardrobe is worth giving up what we have.”

Max looks stunned. “You … you turned them down? Just to keep matching with me?”

“Of course I did,” you say affectionately, poking his chest. “I would never give that up. How could I say yes to some fancy sponsorship that meant not having my fashionably challenged other half by my side, both looking like total goofballs in the one outfit the world thinks makes up the entirety of our closet?”

A slow smile spreads across his face and he pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “God, I love you,” he murmurs into your hair. “So much.”

You relax into his embrace, overwhelmed by the rush of affection. “I love you too,” you whisper. You pull back slightly to look at him. “Did you really think I’d give up matching with you over that?”

“I don’t know,” he admits, looking a little sheepish. “I guess a small part of me was worried maybe you’d be tempted by the glamor and exposure of being a designer brand ambassador.”

“You know me better than that,” you affirm. “Our matching looks are too special to me. I adore everything about our little tradition — the fact that it started because neither of us cares about fashion, to you always picking out my outfits, and how happy it makes both of us to show up to races coordinating with each other.”

You take Max’s hand, intertwining your fingers. “Don’t you see, my love? It’s not really about the clothes at all, it’s about us. About how perfectly aligned we are in this little part of our lives. And I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

Max’s eyes have gone suspiciously bright, his free hand reaching up to cradle your face. “But liefje … you could have had any designer clothing you wanted.” His voice is thick with emotion. “You turned that down … for me?”

Unable to find the words, you just nod, blinking back your own tears.

“I can’t believe it,” Max breathes out shakily. “You never cease to amaze me.”

You offer him a watery smile. “Well believe it, my love. Because there’s nothing in the world more precious to me than you and our bond. I wouldn’t sacrifice that for anything.”

A single tear escapes to trail down Max’s cheek and you quickly brush it away with your thumb. Seeming at a loss for words, he pulls you into a fierce hug, tucking your head under his chin as you settle into his embrace.

“I love you,” he finally whispers into your hair. “So damn much.”

“I love you too.” You pepper kisses along his neck and jaw until you reach his lips, capturing them in a deep, slow kiss that tries to convey every unspoken word of devotion and adoration.

When you finally break apart, Max gazes at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

“God, you really are perfect,” he murmurs, running a hand reverently through your hair. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“No,” you shake your head with a soft smile. “I’m the lucky one. To have someone who loves me so fiercely, someone I love just as much in return.”

Max lets out a watery chuckle. “I think we’re both the lucky ones then.”

You settle back against his chest as he wraps his arms securely around you. For a while neither of you speaks, lost in your own thoughts as you simply bask in each other’s presence. You let your eyes drift shut as Max’s fingers resume their gentle motions through your hair.

Eventually you break the silence.

“You know we’re going to have to get even cuter matching outfits now to make up for it,” you murmur teasingly.

Max’s chest rumbles with laughter against your cheek. “Deal. Anything you want, schatje. I’ll make sure we’re the most adorable fashionably challenged couple at every single race from now on.”

You smile at the warmth and conviction in his voice. “No one could ever call us uncoordinated.”

“Never,” Max affirms, dropping a soft kiss to the top of your head. “We’re perfectly matched in every way that matters.”

You sigh contentedly as you snuggle further into his embrace. In that moment, you know he’s absolutely right. You couldn’t imagine a better match than your Max.

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rafecameronsslut4ever · 6 months ago

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VICTORIA'S SECRET — carlos sainz (fluff)

pairing; victoria's secret angel!reader x carlos sainz summary: when carlos sainz gets the chance to meet his crush at the victoria's secret show, he shoots his shot. warnings: fluff, carlos being an adorable idiot a/n: i feel like whenever carlos has a crush, he's the typa guy to be really nervous and shy around her, so that kinda explains cute awkward carlos in this one.

to say that carlos sainz was jittering with nerves would be an understatement.

he was so nervous that he felt like he might throw up right then and there, and the mere thought of that embarrassment terrified him even more.

although he had met quite a few models in the past, he had never been this nervous around them.

but this time was different.

because this time, it wasn't just a model; it was you.

you—the woman he had always admired from a distance.

the woman of his dreams.

he had had a massive crush on you for the longest time, but he had always been too shy to act on it.

and now, his agent had gotten him a ticket to the first victoria's secret fashion show after the 6-year hiatus, and this time, carlos was determined to shoot his shot.

but now, his agent had gotten him a ticket to the first victoria's secret fashion show after their 6-year hiatus, and this time, carlos was determined to shoot his shot.

he knew you were going to be a part of it. after all, you were considered one of the best supermodels of the current generation.

sp, he had his plan of action written down in his notepad.

step 1: look good.

he wore his best outfit, a simple black tuxedo that made his shoulders look broad and put his biceps on display. his hair looked just like the always did, only a bit curlier (he used lando's curl cream).

step 2: find the perfect opportunity.

he knew that after the show, there would be a party hosted by some models where he planned on 'accidentally' crashing into you.

step 3: talk to you.

this would be the hardest part. obviously, he couldn't just walk onto the stage and kiss you in front of everyone. so, charles helped him write a questionnaire.

he would approach you and ask you questions from the list, which was scribbled on the 12th page of his notepad. then, he would just hope for the best.

step 4: if all else fails, lando.

if things went horribly wrong, carlos could always go cry to him.

however, unbeknownst to the spaniard, he wouldn't have to go through step 4.

you had always fancied the f1 driver; ever since his redbull days, he was your celebrity crush, and seeing him sitting right there in the audience was enough to make you blush a deep crimson red.

the backstage area of the show was buzzing with excitement, with models walking up and down as they put on their outfits and got their makeup done.

you were standing sandwiched between irina shayk and behati prinsloo, fanning yourself as you gave yourself a mental prep talk for your walk.

a designer adjusted the black wings attached to your shoulders as cher's voice echoed through the venue.

behati stepped forward, her presence commanding as she took to the runway. you watched her, admiring her confidence and elegance, and you couldn’t help but feel a little jittery yourself.

you took a deep breath, reminding yourself of the countless hours of practice that had led to this moment.

"three, two, one."

and then you stepped out onto the runway.

you looked straight ahead, walking your signature walk as you followed behind behati.

the lights flashed brightly, temporarily blinding you, but the roar of the crowd washed over you like a wave.

your feet were in sync with the beat of cher's song, the drums matching your steps as you stalked down the runway.

your eyes shifted to the left, and then, among the crowd, you spotted him.

gaze focused solely on you, hair styled perfectly, hands folded in his lap.

carlos sainz was far more beautiful in real life than in any of the paparazzi photos.

your eyes met, and carlos' breath caught in his throat.

smiling to yourself, you winked at him.

and that was enough to make carlos sainz almost faint.

he looked to his left and then to his right. surely, he was dreaming. there was no way the girl of his dreams had winked at him.

and yet, you were still looking at him, your eyes crinkling from a smile as you continued walking.

he cleared his throat and pinched his hand.

yeah, this was not a dream.

you looked away, blowing a kiss to the audience ahead of you.

carlos' phone dinged.

lando getting laid tonight or no?

the room was loud, filled with excited chatter as everyone got their drinks and praised each other about the show. the heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floor, colourful lights reflecting off the walls, casting everything in shades of neon. the scent of expensive perfume, alcohol, and sweat mingled in the air.

carlos stood in the middle of the crowded room, heart pounding in his chest. his mind was racing, every thought crashing into the next. he had waited so long for this moment, and yet now that it was happening, he felt like his legs were made of lead.

each second stretched longer than the last as he scanned the room, hoping to spot you.

every time he spotted hair that looked like yours, he would squint his eyes and do a double take. then, he'd turn back around with a disappointed sigh.

his hand instinctively went to his phone. he wasn’t sure if it was to call lando for a pep talk or simply to distract himself from the anxiety curling in his stomach. his phone dinged again.

lando status update?

carlos rolled his eyes, putting his phone back into his pocket. he didn't have time for this. he had one job, and he was determined to see it through.

"you alright?"

the man stopped in his tracks, eyes wide as he recognised the voice.

he turned around, letting out a small yelp as his eyes met yours.

carlos stood frozen, his mouth slightly open as you smiled at him. he shook his head, realising he hadn't answered your question. he had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in his head, but now that it was here, all the cool lines vanished.

"i-yeah," he stammered, clearing his throat and trying to regain some composure. "just tired, yeah. the show was...incredible."

his voice sounded small, even to himself. great start, carlos, really smooth.

you chuckled, amused by how flustered he was. "thanks, i'm glad you enjoyed it."

he nodded vigorously, feeling the heat rise to his face. "i-uh-yeah, you were incredible. i couldn’t look away."

he immediately regretted how intense that sounded, but your eyes softened, and you smiled at him.

"thank you, that means a lot. i noticed you too. you were hard to miss in the crowd."

you mentally slapped yourself, realising how stupid you sounded.

carlos' heart raced. maybe this was his chance. he could skip straight to step 3.

"well, i’m not sure if you knew, but i’ve been a fan for a long time," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. you wanted to sound cool, not like the nervous wreck you felt inside. "you're amazing on the track."

carlos blinked, surprised by the compliment. his ego grew just a little. "i could say the same about you on the runway. you were—you are amazing."

he swallowed hard, his mind racing. the party was loud around you both, but it felt like time had slowed, the noise fading into the background. he could smell the soft scent of your perfume, the warmth of your body so close to his that it felt hard to concentrate.

was he hyperventilating?

he looked around, feeling the panic rise in his chest.

"do you want to get a drink?" you asked, noticing how uncomfortable he seemed.

"yeah," carlos nodded, taking a deep breath. "yes, please."

"i've always wanted to meet you," carlos said.

"yeah?" you turned your head towards him, smiling. "why?"

he blushed, his mouth opening and closing, unable to think of anything to say. "i, uh-i don't know."

he looked at the ground, embarrassed by his lack of composure. he felt like a teenager again, stumbling through his words as he tried to impress his crush. his hand instinctively moved to straighten his jacket, as if trying to shield himself from how exposed he felt. his fingers twitched nervously by his sides. he could feel beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck. he took a deep breath, waiting for his heart to slow down, but his body betrayed him.

you smiled at him. "you're cute."

carlos let out a breathy chuckle, looking at you in disbelief.

"you're cute, too," he said.

"i'll take a cosmopolitan, please," you said to the bartender.

"vodka and coke, please," carlos said, looking at the man who nodded and moved away to prepare your drinks.

"so, how has your night been so far?" you asked, leaning against the bar as you looked at carlos.

he smiled at you. "better than expected. you?"

"the same," you said.

"so..." carlos started, taking a deep breath. as soon as the drinks arrived in front of him, he took three large gulps of it. he felt the alcohol kick in, giving him the courage he needed to talk to you, properly.

something unsaid was hanging in the air between you two, something fragile and breakable. his fingers brushed against the edge of his pocket, where the notepad containing his carefully crafted questions sat. he couldn't bring it out without looking like a fool.

suddenly, he was worried about saying something wrong, about ruining the moment.

"do you want to dance?" you asked, biting your lip.

he paused, looking at you. "yes, yes, absolutely."

you led him onto the dance floor, where the music was louder and the people were drunker.

the drinks were abandoned too soon, he thought.

he offered his hand to you, and when you grabbed it, his touch sent a shiver down your spine, skin warm and rough against yours.

and then, he started swaying to the beats of the music.

"i didn't know you liked dancing," you said, laughing.

"i don't, but i like you."

that was cheesy, he thought.

but you grinned, looking away. carlos smiled at the sight of your pink cheeks.

"i like you, too," you replied.

"oh, really?" he teased, spinning you around.

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands settled on your hips, and you couldn't help but notice the way his thumb rubbed small circles against your waist.

you leaned in slightly, your hair brushing against his arm, and carlos swore he felt actually electricity shoot through him. your proximity set every nerve in his body alight.

the two of you were so close now, it felt like nothing else existed, like you were the only two people in the room.

his breath hitched. he wasn’t sure how this was happening, but it felt like a dream. the woman he’d admired for so long, the same woman he couldn’t stop thinking about, was standing so close he could feel the warmth of her body, hear the soft nervousness in her voice.

carlos had no clue what was going to happen, but he was sure of one thing: whatever did happen, it was going to be incredible.

and lando needed updates.

taking a slight breath in, you mustered courage and gave yourself another prep talk.

and then the distance between you both vanished.

your lips crashed against his, the softness of his mouth catching you by surprise.

carlos felt like his brain short-circuited. his grip on your waist tightened, and he pulled you closer, kissing you back. he had spent so many times imagining kissing you, but never had he expected you to be the one to make the first move.

his hand came up to cup your face, tilting your head slightly, as he deepened the kiss.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as the two of you moved in sync.

the kiss was everything he had imagined—and more. It was perfect. almost too perfect.

when the two of you pulled apart, the only sounds you could hear were the music and the pounding of your hearts. you stared at him, the world spinning slightly from adrenaline and disbelief.

"i wasn't expecting that," he finally said, his voice soft, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.

"me neither," you replied, voice cracking slightly.

you wanted to say something, anything, to keep the moment alive. you opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

"do you want to get out of here?" carlos asked, looking at you through his lashes.

you looked around, the room spinning from the alcohol and noise overwhelming your ears. "i'd like that."

he smiled and held out his hand, and you took it, following him through the crowd.

carlos sainz swore he was going to die a happy man right then and there.

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