#v quick and messy one for today

[foxdoodles]

mr tashi duncan

[pixiefelixie]

*ೃ༄ 한지성 - "EXHIBIT A" (MDNI)

: ̗̀➛ synopsis: somehow, you two end up partnered on a case. you’re a sharp detective who takes work way too seriously. jisung’s an unserious, dorky cop with a habit of looking at you like you hung the moon. as you finally start making progress with this nightmare of a case, jisung’s just hoping your relationship makes progress too.

pairing: cop!jisung x detective fem!reader genre: friends2lovers, slowburn, mutual pining, fluff, SMUT (minors, do not interact), detective romance, ~8k warnings: jisung is pininggg and reader thinks he's HOT stuff, lots of coffee, murder investigation, hostage situation, blood (very mild but present), tense scenes, profanity, flirting, banter, tension!! smut warnings: oral (m receiving), face-fucking, dry humping, lots of uniform talk, bdsm, light roleplay, usage of handcuffs, rough sex, begging, kinda switch!jisung but dom leaning, praise + degradation mix, p in v, unprotected sex and pull-out method (wrap it up!!), again: no minors. pls consume responsibly 💌

i've been thinking about policeofficer!jisung for the longest time so i hope you enjoy this as much as i loved writing it!

the second you enter the room, files are slammed onto jisung’s desk.

a half-empty coffee cup rattles. across the room, another officer, chan, mutters a quiet “jesus” before going back to his newspaper

jisung’s mid-sentence with hyunjin—something about bad traffic or his broken ac—but the conversation cuts off immediately.

“three bodies. same m.o. we cannot carry on empty-handed like this,” you groan, drop into the chair beside jisung, and lean over like your bones gave up halfway down. your shoulder presses into his. he doesn’t move.

jisung's still got that dumb plastic spoon in his mouth from stirring his instant coffee. “good morning to you too.”

you drop your head back with a dramatic sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “i haven’t slept in thirty-six hours, jisung.”

“you don’t say.” he leans back slightly, shifts just enough to angle his coffee toward you. “you want?”

he lets you take it without protest, watching as you take a sip—grimace—then take another one anyway.

“the victims—one of them was a social worker, one worked at a used car place, one was a bartender. no overlap in job, no overlap in routine. but…” you pause, then reach for the coffee again without asking. he lets you. you take a gulp like it might trigger divine revelation.

“but?” he prompts.

“they all attended the same grief support group. same tuesdays. same community center.”

you glance at him, breath catching just slightly from how fast the words tumbled out. “i only realized after the third body. i’d seen the name before—‘sunridge wellness collective’—but i didn’t think much of it until i cross-referenced next of kin statements and time off requests.”

jisung goes still. then leans back, brows slowly rising.

“no way,” he breathes.

you nod. “i triple-checked it.”

jisung exhales a quiet laugh, still half in disbelief. “you genius,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his already-messy hair. “actual genius.”

you shrug, trying not to look too pleased, even as heat creeps up your neck. he doesn’t even pretend to look away. just stares at you, open admiration written all over his face—lips parted like he’s trying to find something witty to say and can’t.

you pause. then, very deliberately, look him in the eye. “today,” you say.

he nods along like he always does. “yes?”

you lean in a little, your voice dipping with focus. “you and me. sunridge wellness collective. together. talk to whoever runs those meetings, get a list of attendees, find out who stood out. who stopped showing up after the first murder.”

his eyes flick to your mouth for a split second before he nods, quick, a little too eager. “yeah. yeah, of course.”

he’s blushing. just barely, but it’s there. that pink dusting his ears, the way he fidgets with his pen, suddenly finding it very interesting. you’re already scribbling in your notepad, too keyed up to notice the flush in his ears or the way he’s still looking at you instead of his own notes.

“they meet weekly, tuesdays at 6pm,” you mutter, half to yourself. “if they’re sensitive about confidentiality—”

“we could say it’s part of a wider investigation,” jisung offers, watching you intently.

you nod, pen tapping against the paper. “we’ll split up once we’re there. i wrote down what we need from them. can you check if i’m missing anything?” you slide it over to him.

there’s a pause. you’re already mentally combing through the rest of your notes when you realize jisung hasn’t responded.

you glance up, pen still poised.

he’s just… staring at you. focused in that way he gets when he’s thinking really hard but doesn’t want to say the first version of his thought out loud.

“what?” you ask.

he blurts out, “did you change your earrings?”

your brows lift.

he clears his throat, eyes flicking to your ear. “they’re different. not the little hoops. these are, uh… longer?”

you blink, slowly. “yeah. i changed them this morning.”

“huh.” he mutters, like that explains something deeply complicated. “they suit you.”

there’s a beat of silence.

you furrow your brows, dragging your attention back to the file in front of you. “anyway. we should head out soon. they open at noon, and i want to catch whoever runs the sessions before they get busy.”

“but first,” he says, standing so abruptly his chair rolls back a little. “you—” he points at you like he’s issuing a warrant, “—are gonna sit your exhausted ass down and take a twenty.”

“i don’t need a nap, jisung,” you protest immediately, grabbing the file again. “i just need more coffee and—”

he’s already circling the desk, tugging the file gently from your hand. “uh-uh. don’t make me cuff you to the couch.”

you raise a brow.

he grins. “come on.”

before you can argue again, he takes your hand and pulls you toward the small, beat-up couch in the corner of the office lounge. the thing barely qualifies as furniture, covered in a faded gray throw and the ghosts of past takeout spills, but he guides you down like it’s the nicest place on earth.

you try to stay tense, alert, but your body betrays you. you sink into it harder than expected, your knees weak with exhaustion, head already feeling floaty.

“i said i’m fine,” you grumble half-heartedly as he drops his laptop and boots it up, settling beside you.

“you’re not,” he says softly. “you haven’t blinked since you walked in. you’re talking fast enough to short-circuit my brain.” he slides in closer, laptop perched on his thigh. “now lean. i’ll keep working.”

you open your mouth to argue—but there's a calm steadiness of his voice which makes you give in. your cheek rests against the curve of his shoulder. his blue uniform smells like old coffee and something faintly woodsy. you don’t even remember closing your eyes.

but you do hear him, a few seconds before sleep swallows you whole:

“that’s it. i’ve got you.”

and then—

darkness.

a few minutes later, the office door creaks open.

felix steps in, mid-bite of a granola bar, scanning for jisung—and pauses when he sees you curled up beside him, completely knocked out. jisung’s typing with one hand, the other draped casually across your back. he shoots a glance at jisung, who looks up, sheepish. felix chews, then smiles—soft, knowing.

what was supposed to be a quick visit to sunridge turned into a 4-hour deep dive. the grief group coordinator pulled records, talked through attendees, let you sit in on their latest session. you interviewed three regulars, two volunteers, and tracked down a guy who had dropped out of the group right after the second murder—who, to your surprise, had a history of assault and a sealed psych hold. it was the best suspect you’d had in weeks.

now it’s past nine.

the police station’s dead quiet—just the hum of vending machines and the occasional creak of an old light. you and jisung found yourselves holed up in one of the conference rooms after coming back from the community center, papers spread out on the table between you. a single lamp glows overhead, casting long shadows across the room.

you lean forward, both elbows on the table, voice low and tired. “he also lied about his job. the center told us he works maintenance at the school, but there’s no record of employment there. none. and the timeline fits—he dropped off the radar two days before the second victim was found.”

jisung’s across from you, legs spread, hands rubbing his face like he’s trying to force himself to stay sharp.

you lean in further, voice sharp now, urgent beneath the exhaustion. “jisung.”

his head lifts, eyes locked on you now. “i’m listening, i’m listening.”

without a word, you reach into the folder and slide the photo across the table—grainy, scanned, but clear enough. a man in his mid-forties, average build, receding hairline, narrow eyes that somehow still feel cold even through the poor image quality.

“this is him, hannie,” you say, flat and direct.

his head turns back toward you instantly. the nickname. the tone. he leans forward without hesitation.

you tap the corner of the photo. “kang hyunseok."

jisung’s eyes fix on the photo the moment it lands in front of him.

his fingers brush the corner, but he doesn’t pick it up. just stares. memorizing. narrow eyes, pronounced nasolabial lines, a dull expression that somehow feels too blank. the kind of face that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd—unless you knew what you were looking for.

“this is the one,” you say. “we focus everything on kang hyunseok now.”

but even as the words leave your mouth, you’re already flipping through the folder again—papers rustling, fingers darting like your brain’s moving faster than your hands can follow.

“we need to keep looking. there’s more. but we’re so close. you feel that, right?”

“oh, i feel it,” he mutters, an indescribable tone to his voice.

your brows pull together, confused for half a second—until his eyes flick down to your lips, just briefly, and then back up.

you blink.

he clears his throat, shifts in his seat. “no—yeah—i mean. the case. i feel it. the proximity. i mean—like, in a work sense.”

you blink again, slower this time. “what other sense is there?”

jisung lets out a sharp breath through his nose—half a laugh, half a surrender—and drops his head back against the chair with a quiet thud. “god, for a detective, you’re so fuckin’ stupid sometimes.”

your eyebrows knit instantly. “excuse me?”

you’re quiet for a beat too long, and his jaw tightens.

then, with a snort, he looks away. “forget it.”

you exhale through your nose, sharp. you had no time for whatever this... thing is spiraling into. not tonight.

jisung nods, jaw tense. “we’ll tail him.”

“and the moment he trips,” you add, “we move. no hesitation. i want an airtight case before he even sees us coming.”

he exhales slow, controlled. “good.”

but your shoulders are already sagging. the last forty hours are catching up all at once, like gravity just remembered you exist. you let out a sigh that sounds more like a deflation, and before you even realize what you’re doing, you slump forward and rest your forehead flat against the cool surface of the table.

“god, i’m gonna die in this station,” you mutter into the wood.

there’s a short beat of silence.

then—jisung’s laugh. low and warm and unguarded. it bubbles up so easily it almost startles you. his palm smooths down the curve of your back, steady, affectionate. “don’t die yet,” he says. “we haven’t caught the bastard.”

you let out a low groan, cheek smushed against the table. “i need a drink. not that swill seungmin calls coffee.”

jisung perks up, his hand still lazily tracing your back. “say less.”

you lift your head, barely. “i’m serious.”

“so am i.” he’s already sitting up straighter, that glint in his eye resurfacing. “i saw this bar earlier today, on the way to sunridge. looked new—quiet. kind of divey, your vibe.”

you raise an eyebrow. “charming.”

he stands, stretches, and looks down at you like it’s already decided. “come on. we earned it. it’s my treat.”

you pretend to groan again, but your smile is already cracking through. you shake your head, pushing yourself to your feet.

“god help me.”

clink.

the soft sound of your third round of soju tapping together cuts through the low buzz of conversation around you. the bar is quiet—just the way jisung promised. dim yellow lights hang over worn wood, and the speakers hum some indie ballad you don’t recognize. it’s cozy.

jisung leans back in the booth, sipping first, then raising a brow at you. “so?”

you take your sip, let it linger on your tongue. “i like it.”

he grins. “told you.”

you’re mid-laugh when you glance over at him again—and then it really hits you.

gone is the stiff collar, the badge, the holster. he’s traded it all in for a soft black hoodie, sleeves pushed to his elbows, layered over a white tee that slips right out the bottom hem. thin grey sweats, hair slightly tousled.

and he’s so handsome. in a way that punches the breath right out of you.

you’ve only ever seen him in uniform. and boy was he hot in his uniform. but now—now he looks like someone else. still jisung, but softer. more real.

you roll the glass between your palms, watching the last bit of soju swirl at the bottom. “you know, when i first got assigned to this case,” you start, tone thoughtful, “i wasn’t expecting… you.”

jisung’s head tilts, one brow lifting. “what does that mean?”

you glance at him over the rim of your glass, the smallest smirk playing at your lips. "they told me i was partnered up with someone young, smart, and ‘reactive.’ that’s the word they used. reactive. so i was imagining someone all sharp and broody and... i don’t know. keeps to himself. has maybe… a few cats.”

jisung squints. “so… minho.”

you laugh, “yeah. sure. minho.”

he raises his brows, setting his glass down with exaggerated care. “are you disappointed?”

you scoff immediately, shaking your head. “no.”

jisung blinks, a little thrown by how quickly you said it. “no?”

a beat.

“not disappointed at all.” you pause, searching for the right words. then you glance down at your glass, tracing the rim with your finger. “you pick up on things most people miss. but you're also really fun to work with.”

his cheeks tint pink immediately. like clockwork. he shifts in his seat, clears his throat, but doesn’t say anything.

you smirk a little at his reaction. “and you blush so easily. is that also part of the reactive label?”

jisung groans, tipping his head back dramatically against the booth cushion. “oh, come on, y/n.”

you laugh under your breath, then soften. “the thing is, i’ve just never seen you in action. not when it’s serious.”

he chuckles with that lazy kind of ease that only shows up after alcohol.

you shrug, grinning. “you’re just such a dork. it’s hard to imagine you chasing someone down in full gear yelling ‘get on the ground!’ with that stupid voice you use when you’re out of breath.”

jisung laughs—loud and warm. “stupid voice?”

“you know the one.” you pitch your voice up, overly dramatic. “‘this is officer han, stop resisting!’ like that.”

he nearly chokes on his drink. “okay, first of all, rude. second of all, that’s not how i sound.”

you lean in a little, elbow propped on the table, eyes glinting. “i’m just saying. you’re not exactly the stereotypical cop.”

he chuckles, low and easy, like your words rolled right off him and made themselves at home. “yeah, well,” he says, stretching his arm across the back of the booth, “the uniform does a lot of the heavy lifting.”

you hum, tilting your head thoughtfully. “i'm glad it does.”

jisung raises a brow. “oh?”

you sip your drink, slow. “don’t act like you don’t know. the cuffs, the belt, the radio mic clipped to your shoulder—yeah. it works.”

he blinks once. then twice. “wait, you think the radio mic’s hot?”

you grin. “i think the whole thing’s hot.”

and just like that—there it is again. that pink dusting his cheeks. his hand twitches slightly against the back of the booth like he’s debating whether to fidget or flex.

jisung lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck like he’s trying to physically shake off the blush. “you’re drunk, y/n.”

“maybe a little." you grin, propping your chin on your hand. "is it obvious?”

he chuckles again, softer this time, eyes crinkling. “well, you’re terrifyingly honest.”

you tilt your head toward him. “what, can’t handle a few compliments?”

“i can handle them just fine,” he says, a crooked grin forming. “it’s the part where you liked my walkie talkie that’s gonna haunt me.”

you laugh. “it’s the authority. it’s very ‘do what i say’, you know?”

“you like that?”

“i plead the fifth.”

jisung bites his lip with a small smile. just a subtle press of teeth like he’s grounding himself—like he doesn’t trust what might come out if he says something now. 

your eyes meet his across the short distance, soft in a way that shouldn’t be allowed. not here. not after everything. not when his brain is already scrambled from the case and the soju and you.

jisung swallows, slow. he would buy you drinks every night if it means you’ll look at him like that. if it means you’ll smile like that, lips glossy from the rim of your glass, voice just a little slurred from being too comfortable around him.

it’s insane. he knows that.

but he wants your attention so bad it aches.

you shift in your seat, glancing down at your watch, then back at him.

“we did great today, but i think we should go,” you murmur. “i need to go to bed.”

jisung laughs, low and warm. “i’ll walk you home.”

you look at him for a beat, and then nod, that same sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “thanks, officer.”

he heads to the counter to pay, tugging out his wallet without hesitation. while he’s busy talking to the waiter, you keep going—because your brain doesn’t know how to shut off, even with alcohol in your veins.

“so tomorrow,” you mumble to yourself, half-thinking out loud, “we check the transit footage again. he left the center on foot, so maybe there’s something on the street cams two blocks down—remember that alley behind the florist’s?”

jisung hums in response, glancing over his shoulder to let you know he’s still listening, even while he signs the receipt.

“and if we can figure out which direction he turned, that narrows the search zone. i’ll run the cctv timestamps. you can pull location logs from his old address—see if anything flags.”

jisung slips the receipt into his pocket and thanks the waiter with a nod. as he steps beside you, you hook your arm through his without thinking.

“—and if there’s nothing from the alley, we can try the karaoke bar on 5th,” you mumble, head tipping slightly as your feet carry you forward, slow and steady. “they’ve got an old security cam facing the back entrance. might catch something if we get lucky.”

jisung hums again, soft. a smile playing at the edge of his lips. he knows you’ll be talking the whole way back home.

you didn’t expect him to move this fast.

kang hyunseok was supposed to be a slow burn—one you’d watch, tail, collect dirt on until he slipped up. you thought you’d spend the next few days building a case tight enough to bury him. you weren’t expecting a fourth victim. not now. not today.

but that’s what changed everything.

you slid into jisung’s patrol car with your tablet clutched to your chest, breath caught halfway in your throat.

“get in,” he said the second he saw your face. “talk to me.”

you didn’t even wait for the seatbelt to click. just pulled up the image.

“transit footage flagged a repeat pattern. different woman. same alley. this was this morning. not last week. this morning.”

jisung’s eyes snapped to the screen.

“she’s not reported missing yet,” you continued, voice fast and clipped, “because no one knows she’s gone. she was headed to work—florist on 5th—last seen twenty minutes before this.”

“and hyunseok?” he asked.

“five minutes behind her. same path. same shirt from the footage we saw yesterday. and look at this.” you swiped to the next frame—rear camera from a delivery truck parked across the street. “he turns off into the alley again. she doesn’t come out. he doesn’t come out.”

jisung was already shifting the gear.

you barely had time to process it before the sirens screamed to life.

“jesus,” you muttered, rubbing your face with your palms.

“we were supposed to watch him. ease in. build it clean.” jisung groaned in annoyance.

“plans change.”

jisung nodded, exhaling hard. he flicked the radio on, voice sharp. “this is officer han jisung. we have a possible hostage situation in progress—suspect kang hyunseok—near the maintenance shed behind daehan elementary. request backup and medic at scene. proceeding now with primary approach.”

you swallowed, hard.

“y/n,” he said, quieter now.

you turned.

“if he’s got her in there, he’s not thinking clearly. i need you sharp. no hesitation.”

“i’m with you.”

the cruiser pulled off into the service lane behind the school. from here, the property looked empty—like any other weekday lull. just wind through the leaves, the faint hum of hvac, and the shed.

you both stepped out.

gravel crunched underfoot as you followed close behind, adrenaline settling in your throat like a second heartbeat. the air felt too still. even the birds had gone quiet.

jisung moved first—body low, steps controlled, eyes locked on the shed like he could see through its thin wooden walls. you stayed just behind him, trying to steady your breathing.

he raised his mic, voice low. “visual on target structure. proceeding with primary approach.”

the crackle echoed, sharp enough to make you flinch.

and then—his hand.

without turning, he reached back and touched you—just a light press against your thigh, above your knee, grounding. protective. his fingers lingered for half a second longer than necessary, warm even through the fabric of your pants. you froze, heat blooming up your spine. he was shielding you—literally putting himself between you and whatever waited inside.

you swallowed hard. didn’t move.

you were both less than ten feet from the shed now. the door sat crooked on its hinges, slats of peeling paint catching in the breeze. faint sounds drifted from inside. a scuffle. a choked sob.

jisung held up his hand—wait—and you stopped instantly.

you could hear everything now. the rasp of someone breathing too hard. shuffling feet. fear. then he spoke through the door, tone level, low.

“mr. kang hyunseok. this is officer han. we know you’re in there.”

silence. your pulse thundered in your ears.

jisung’s voice didn’t waver. “we’re not here to hurt you. but you need to open this door. now.”

still nothing.

then—

shuffling. a soft thud. a another stifled sob.

jisung didn’t flinch. “we’re coming in.”

he gestured, and you moved in sync, pushing the door open carefully. what hit you first was the smell—sweat, mildew, copper. then the sight:

a woman—mid-thirties, bruised lip, hands zip-tied—was crouched in the corner, barely holding herself up.

and behind her, hyunseok.

average build. greasy hair. hollow eyes. he held a rusted boxcutter to her throat, shaking like he’d already made peace with doing something irreversible.

“don’t move!” he barked.

but jisung was already stepping in—one arm up, the other steadying his gun.

“mr. kang. you don’t want to do this.”

“you don’t know what i want,” he hissed. “you don’t know anything.”

“i know you’re scared,” jisung said. “but the second you hurt her, there’s no going back.”

the woman whimpered.

“shut up!” kang shouted, pressing the blade closer. her eyes rolled in fear.

jisung didn’t blink. “look at me. right here. not her—me.”

kang’s stare jerked toward him.

jisung said quietly. “you put that down, she walks out of here alive, and i promise we’ll talk. i’ll listen.”

a flicker of something in hyunseok’s eyes. doubt. maybe shame.

then—

he bolted.

everything happened fast.

hyunseok shoved the woman aside and crashed through the half-open door like a wild animal, the blade glinting once before disappearing with him into the daylight.

jisung moved instantly.

“stay with her,” he barked, already out the door.

you dropped to your knees beside the woman, hands up in calm, open gestures as she whimpered and shrank into herself.

“hey, it’s okay,” you murmured, voice soft but firm. “you’re safe now. i’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

she was shaking so hard her teeth clicked. her wrists were still zip-tied, red and swollen, and a thin line of blood trailed from a nick under her chin. you kept one hand lightly on her shoulder, the other reaching gently for your pocket knife.

“i’m gonna cut these off, alright? then we’re getting you out of here.”

once her hands were free, she collapsed into your side, sobbing.

from outside—you heard it. a shout. a thud. your eyes flicked up. and there he was.

just outside the shed, in the crushed patch of dirt beneath the trees—jisung had kang hyunseok pinned.

one knee pressed firm between his shoulder blades, keeping him flat against the ground, arm wrenched behind his back with smooth precision.

his breathing was steady, jaw clenched, eyes locked down. focused. he had his cuffs out before you even noticed, voice low but clear.

“you are under arrest for attempted abduction and aggravated assault. stay down. do not move.”

kang writhed beneath him, panting.

“stay. down.”

with one hand still firm on hyunseok’s shoulder, he reached back and clipped the cuffs into place—quick, efficient, muscle memory. the sound of metal on metal was sharp in the open air.

hyunseok muttered something under his breath, but jisung didn’t react. he hauled him up just enough to get a better grip, keeping him hunched forward, hands secured behind his back.

and then—sirens.

low at first, then rising—cutting through the stillness of the trees like a warning bell. blue and red flickered through the schoolyard gates, bouncing off the shed’s peeling wood.

an ambulance rounded the corner first, tires crunching over gravel, followed by two black-and-white cruisers that rolled to a stop just a few yards away. doors opened. boots hit the ground.

you looked up just as minho and changbin jogged toward the scene, both in uniform, both already scanning for targets.

“visual on suspect,” minho muttered into his radio, eyes darting to jisung. “he’s got him.”

changbin veered toward jisung without missing a beat. “need a hand?”

jisung gave a sharp nod, handing hyunseok over without a word. you watched as changbin gripped the suspect by the arm, walking him firmly toward the waiting cruiser while reading off something low and clipped under his breath. minho followed a step behind, already on the phone, likely relaying the wrap-up to dispatch.

jisung didn’t move. he just stood there, hand still hovering near his belt, jaw tight as he watched the entire handoff.

only when the car door slammed shut—hyunseok tucked away behind tinted glass—did his shoulders finally drop.

behind you, the ambulance doors swung open.

a medic in navy blue approached, calling gently as she crouched near the woman in your arms. “ma’am, we’re going to take care of you, okay? you’re safe now. you’re going to be alright.”

the woman clung to your sleeve for a moment, fingers weak but desperate. you squeezed her hand.

“you’re okay,” you said softly. “they’re going to help you now.”

she nodded—barely—eyes glassy, mouth trembling. and just like that, she was lifted gently to her feet, guided toward the ambulance with quiet words and steady hands.

you stayed on the ground for a beat, watching her go. something in your chest deflated—not quite relief, not quite closure. just weight.

then—familiar footsteps. a shadow beside you.

jisung didn’t speak. he just stood there, breathing a little too hard, uniform rumpled, sweat drying on his neck.

you looked up at him.

and he looked at you.

for a second, neither of you moved. the weight of it all sat between you—what could’ve happened, what almost did. but then jisung jerked his head toward the ambulance.

“let’s check in,” he said, voice rough.

you walked together—quiet, shoulder to shoulder. the victim was seated now, eyes unfocused, but she turned slightly when you approached.

“she’s stable,” the medic explained, clipboard tucked under her arm. “small laceration to the neck, some bruising, no signs of internal injury. we’ll take her in for observation, run trauma protocols, but she’s lucid. might even be able to give you a statement later today.”

you straightened. “make sure they run toxicology too. if he drugged her, we’ll need that confirmation for the report.”

“got it,” the medic replied, scribbling it down. “any next of kin we can contact?” the medic asked.

you shook your head. “not yet. we’ll pull it from the employee file at the florist’s.”

“alright. you’ll be updated as soon as she’s cleared for statement.”

you stepped back, and without another word, jisung turned on his heel and headed toward his cruiser. you followed, heart still beating a little too loud in your chest.

by the time you slid into the passenger seat again, you felt the comedown start to hit—slow and sharp. your hands were cold.

“did you see him? just—god. fucking mental.” he muttered, jaw clenched.

you reached forward, gently curling your fingers around the front of his vest.

he froze.

his eyes snapped to you, confused, breath caught. “what—”

you leaned in.

and kissed him.

his mouth froze against yours for half a second—like his brain short-circuited—but then his hands found your waist, almost instinctively. the kiss deepened—fast. like all the adrenaline they hadn’t burned off during the takedown had nowhere else to go but here. his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer across the console as his tongue slid into your mouth.

you didn’t pull away either. didn’t even think about it. because the windows were tinted. because jisung—officer han, still half in uniform—was making out with you like it was the only thing anchoring him to the moment.

your fingers slid up his chest, skimming the front of his vest, tracing along the straps and seams like you could memorize it all by feel. his breath hitched. his mouth opened more under yours, hungry, desperate, soft in ways you hadn’t expected.

you tugged at the edge of his collar, slipping your hand beneath it, fingertips brushing over the line where his neck met his shirt.

he whimpered. it was soft. barely audible. but you felt it in his throat, in the way his body trembled beneath your touch. he’d just pinned a man to the ground ten minutes ago and now he was falling apart under your hands, lips chasing yours between uneven breaths.

you finally pulled back, just barely—your noses still brushed, breath mingling in the warm space between you.

jisung’s eyes were half-lidded, lips kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile. his hands hadn’t left your waist. his thumb was still rubbing slow, unconscious circles against your hip like he didn’t realize he was doing it.

you stared at him for a beat, breathless. then you smiled—small, dazed.

he blinked. “come to my place.”

your smile widened, teasing now. “after paperwork.”

he groaned, head thudding lightly back against the seat. “god. after paperwork.”

you laughed softly, pressing your hand to his chest one last time before settling back into your seat, eyes still on him.

later that night, you found yourself making out with jisung on his couch—somehow still in partial uniform.

the vest was off, discarded somewhere by the door, but his utility belt was half undone, and the top buttons of his shirt were popped open. he hadn’t even bothered changing. neither had you.

it was fast. messy. all the restraint you’d both faked back at the station had dissolved the second the door closed behind you.

now, you were straddling him, knees pressed into the worn cushion on either side of his thighs, your hands tangled in his hair while his fingers dug into your hips like he didn’t know how to not touch you.

he kissed like he worked—focused, deliberate, all-in. but every now and then, he’d let out this quiet, breathy noise against your mouth, like he was overwhelmed and didn’t know what to do with it. like the fact that you were here, in his lap, kissing him like you meant it, was short-circuiting every brain cell he had left.

your hands slid down his chest again, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin. you brushed over the strap of his shoulder holster, still half-hanging down one arm, and he shivered.

he pulled back just barely, lips red and eyes glazed, breath catching.

“i’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured, voice low, still a little breathless. “but you’re so oblivious.”

you blinked, then arched a brow, a grin tugging at the corner of your mouth. “sorry,” you said, sweet.

“the entire office knew how i felt about you. my god, y/n, i made handcuff jokes in front of them.” he groaned, tilting his head back like he couldn’t believe this was real. you used the angle to your advantage—your fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, slow and deliberate. his breath hitched again when your knuckles brushed his skin.

“i wasn’t trying to ignore it,” you murmured. “i was just… so caught up in the case. and everything else. but i liked you,” you said softly. “i like you. the way you say my name when you’re trying not to smile. and how hot you looked today when you arrested that bastard.”

by the time the third fourth popped open, his shirt fell apart beneath your hands—and that’s when you saw it.

the ink.

across the smooth planes of his torso, tattoos, ones you’d never seen at the precinct. fine black lines. delicate design. bold fonts. a kind of rebellion hidden under all that authority.

you dragged your fingers lightly over the ink, tracing the design like it would tell you something about him no report ever could.

“do you…” your voice came soft, teasing, as your fingers trailed down just above his waistband, “still have your handcuffs on you?”

jisung blinked hard, like that pulled him right out of his own body.

you tilted your head, pretending to be thoughtful. “or did you use your last pair on kang today?”

his breath caught. his eyes darkened.

“you’re not serious,” he said, voice low. dangerous.

you leaned in until your lips brushed the corner of his jaw. “i could be.”

then you kissed him again—deeper, rougher this time. your hands slid over his chest, bare now, warm under your touch. he gasped into your mouth, his hips bucking up involuntarily as you shifted in his lap, grinding down just enough to feel everything through the fabric of his pants.

his head fell back against the couch, lips parted, eyes blown wide.

“jesus,” he breathed. “you’re—fuck.”

you didn’t stop. you rolled your hips again, slow and deliberate, and he shuddered beneath you. his hands gripped your thighs now, tight and grounding, like he didn’t trust himself not to fall apart.

“i have a cabinet,” he mumbled, words tumbling out as you kissed down his throat. “for my gear. belt. baton. cuffs. i didn’t think i’d ever have a reason to—shit—take them out for this. didn’t expect you to be such a freak.”

jisung groaned with a breathy laugh, head tipping back as you rocked down again. he was hard beneath you—aching through his slacks—and you were soaked, grinding over him like you’d been waiting for this as long as he had.

your fingers moved like they had a mission, gliding over the lines of ink carved across his chest—lines that had no right to be that fucking sexy. his black slacks tented obscenely, cock straining against the fabric like it was begging for your attention. you traced one tattoo down over his ribs, nails grazing, and watched him twitch.

“you’re hard,” you whispered as you leaned down, nose brushing the skin leading beneath his beltline. “all for me?”

he made a strangled sound, breath shuddering out of him. “yes, y/n,” he groaned, voice cracking, eyes half-lidded and burning. “i’ve thought about this—every night.”

the belt came free with a satisfying clatter, and you popped the button of his slacks open, dragging the zipper down achingly slow while you lowered yourself until your breath was hot through the thin cotton of his briefs. his cock strained against the fabric, twitching when you pressed your lips to it through the cloth, wetting the spot with your tongue, slow and sinful.

he whined. actually whined. “please—fuck—”

you glanced up, grinning against him. “so eager, officer.””

he was unraveling. you could feel it. you kissed down the length of him through his briefs, lips dragging slowly, wetly, before finally tugging the waistband down. his cock sprang free, flushed and heavy, leaking at the tip, and your breath caught at the sight.

his thighs tensed under your palms the moment you leaned in and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock.

“ah—fuck, yes,” he gasped, voice breaking, hips jerking before he caught himself. his hand flew out to brace against the back of the couch, muscles straining under the tension of holding still, letting you take control. “fuck, that’s—shit, your mouth—”

you sucked slow at first, tongue swirling, hollowing your cheeks as you took him deeper inch by inch, your hand stroking the base. he was hot and heavy on your tongue, the taste of him already addicting, and every time you sank a little further, his breath hitched higher.

you moaned around him, sending a shiver through his body, and then you started to move in earnest. he was panting now, chest heaving, fingers scrabbling against the cushion like he didn’t know what to hold onto.

“i wanna fuck your throat,” he growled, voice like gravel now. “let me, baby. let me take over. let me use that perfect mouth.”

you pulled off, tongue already out, eyes locked on his. drool clung to your lips, chest rising fast as you let go of his cock and rested your hand on his thigh. he stared down, dazed, hand wrapping around himself. he slapped the tip against your tongue twice before gripping your hair and shoving back in. his cock filled your mouth, pushing deep. you gagged, drooled, took it all—moaning as he started fucking your face.

“i won’t last—” he choked, hips slamming. 

you moaned again, desperate and messy, clinging to his thighs as he drove in deep one last time and spilled with a shuddering cry.

hot. thick. you swallowed every drop.

when he pulled out, cock twitching, you looked up at him, lips swollen, spit-slicked, breathless.

he just stared. “you’re perfect.”

jisung looked ruined. flushed. utterly lost in you.

but so were you.

“officer,” you breathed, voice low, still rough from how deep you’d taken him.

his gaze sharpened instantly, like his body had been waiting for your voice. “what do you need, detective?”

you dragged your nails slowly up his thighs. “i need you,” you repeated, softer now, almost a whisper. you leaned in close, lips brushing the sweat-damp hollow of his throat, your tongue tracing a line up to his jaw. “to fuck me.”

jisung’s eyes darken at your words, as he gently pushed you away to look into your eyes. “then, i'll give it you in my bed.”

you bit your lip. nodded. “take me.”

and he did.

it was clumsy. he tucked himself back into his briefs with a shaking hand, didn’t even zip his slacks up all the way. his cock was still half-hard,, and he couldn’t stop glancing down at the mess you’d made on him. you reached up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

he didn’t let go of you. one arm stayed firm around your waist as he half-led, half-dragged you down the hall to his bedroom, your steps uneven, tangled together, like you couldn’t stand to be apart for a second. the door slammed open behind him with his foot, and you stood in front of him, starting to undress.

your fingers found the hem of your shirt, and you peeled it up slow, teasing, inch by inch. you knew he was watching every little movement, every flash of skin, and you reveled in it. the heat of his gaze felt like a physical thing, dragging over your stomach, your ribs.

the shirt hit the floor.

jisung exhaled hard through his nose. 

you turned slightly as you pushed your slacks down over your hips, letting them slide to the floor with a soft rustle. the fabric pooled around your ankles and you stepped out of it, bare now except for a lacy pair of panties, clinging to your flushed skin.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice raw, reverent as he stared at your chest.

you crawled onto the bed slowly, as you moved toward him. his breath caught when your knees bracketed his thighs again and you settled in his lap, your fingers curling into his open shirt, dragging it down off his shoulders completely this time.

“you gonna fuck me like you mean it, officer?” you whispered against his ear.

he shuddered. then his hands gripped your ass and pulled you down against his lap, grinding your soaked panties over the outline of his cock through his slacks. but then—he swallowed thickly, voice hoarse against your ear.

“top drawer,” he said, barely more than a growl. “left side.”

you climbed off his lap before you stepped toward the drawer. you crouched in front of it, slowly easing it open. there they were, glinting under the dim bedside lamp. but that wasn’t all. there was a contracted baton, a pair of gloves, a clip-on badge, and two sets of zip ties in a clear plastic bag. you sucked in a breath, pulse racing.

you reached for the handcuffs, metal cold in your hand and you turned around slow. jisung was still on the bed, shirtless now, pants unzipped and bulging. you stepped back toward him, one deliberate step at a time, until you were between his knees again. 

he looked up at you, sweat beading at his temples, jaw tight.

“so this is what you want?” he asked low, like he already knew, but he needed you to say it. his hand came up, brushing the inside of your thigh, making you shiver. “you wanna be cuffed, detective?”

you swallowed, your throat dry. nodded once.

he leaned in. his breath was hot against your stomach as his lips skimmed the skin just above your waistband. “you want me to lock you up and make you take it?”

“yes,” you whispered, barely able to speak through the heat crawling up your body.

his hands slid up, over your hips, around to your ass again, and he pulled you closer, tongue flicking out to taste your skin as he dragged his lips up your body.

“you like that?” he murmured, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “being restrained? helpless?” he took the cuffs from your hands, the metal clinking between his fingers. “soaked just from the idea of it?”

your breath hitched. your panties clung to you now, slick and tight between your legs.

he leaned back just enough to pat the mattress beside him. “on your knees. hands behind your back.”

you hesitated just a second. your knees pressed into the mattress, but you didn’t move to obey right away. before you could even brace yourself, his hand grabbed your arm—firm, fast—and twisted it behind your back, not rough enough to hurt but with zero room to argue. his other hand caught your second wrist in the same movement, and he shoved them together.

you gasped, the surprise of it slamming into your chest. you barely had time to breathe before he pushed you forward, your torso pressed into the mattress, cheek to the sheets, ass up.

“resisting, are we?” he muttered, voice dark with something thrillingly amused as he pinned your wrists into your back. his thigh pressed between your knees, shoving them wider apart. 

“don’t move,” he hissed.

you heard the soft metallic click as one cuff clamped closed around your wrist.

“you have the right to remain silent,” he growled into your ear, breath scorching, one knee forcing your thighs apart as he leaned his weight into your back. “anything you say can and will be used against you.”

“do you understand these rights as they’ve been read to you, detective?”

you whimpered in response.

click.

the second cuff locked into place, the steel tight and final around both wrists.

he exhaled, a slow, satisfied sound, his body draped behind you, bare chest grazing your back as his lips pressed to your shoulder.

“you have the right to an attorney,” he continued, every word laced with dark heat as his hands dragged down your sides, cupping your hips, thumbs pressing into the creases of your thighs. “if you cannot afford one…”

he leaned down, his lips grazing the back of your neck, his voice a whisper of smoke.

“…well,” he breathed, kissing your neck, “you can plead for mercy instead.”

“jisung,” you breathed, squirming under him now, your breath catching on the sheets.

he chuckled softly—low in his throat, amused. there was a spark of disbelief in it, too, like even he couldn’t quite believe how far this had gone, how fast. that you'd let him cuff you. that he’d said all that roleplay shit like it was foreplay. that it worked.

and god, did it work.

you writhed, but the cuffs didn’t give. not even a centimeter. cold metal bit into your wrists, shoulders pinned, your body entirely his, and he knew it. you let out a sharp breath as his hands slid back down your side. the fabric tore a little as he pulled your panties past your knees. you tried to twist, to shift your hips, but the cuffs kept your arms locked behind your back and his weight kept you caged.

your breath came in ragged, frantic little pulls.

“jisung—”

“mmm?”

his cock pressed against the crease of your ass, hot and hard again, already leaking. he hadn’t even needed to touch himself much. he was just that gone over you, his body recharged like your mouth hadn’t just drained him ten minutes ago. you felt it drag over your skin, thick and slick and pulsing as he lined himself up behind you, the head sliding down your folds, teasing.

“what do you want, detective?” he murmured, voice husky with wonder. 

“please,” you breathed. “jisung, please.”

he groaned. “please what?”

you squirmed again, but his hands held your hips still, his cock rubbing against your soaked entrance, never pressing in. 

“fuck me,” you gasped, desperate now, every nerve lit up and begging. “please—fuck me, jisung, don’t make me beg again—”

without warning, he pushed in. you were cut off, jaw dropping open as his cock filled you in one long, unrelenting thrust. the stretch made your vision blur. he was thick, hot, soaked in your slick. he sank into you until his hips were flush against your ass, his cock buried to the hilt, the pressure absolutely devastating.

“you’re so tight like this—shit, you’re perfect.” he hissed through clenched teeth, gripping your hips so tight his fingers might bruise. 

you choked on a sob of pleasure as he pulled back and thrust again. all you could hear and feel was the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet drag of his cock thrusting deep, again and again, as he built up a rhythm that had your thighs trembling.

“i always thought—” he grunted, hips snapping forward harder now, punctuating every word, “—you were too smart. too fucking focused. all business.”

you moaned, muffled and breathless, your cheek pressed to the sheets.

“never thought—” he growled, fingers digging into your hips as he pounded into you, slick and steady, “—you’d be such a goddamn slut.”

your whole body jolted. heat seared down your spine. your cunt clenched around him so tight he groaned, almost lost his rhythm for a second. you couldn’t form words anymore—just ragged, desperate sounds, your lips parting on every moan. another brutal thrust slammed into your soaked cunt and you gasped, trembling, drool smearing the sheets under your cheek.

“not so sharp now, huh, detective?” he breathed, voice feral. “now look at you—cuffed up, dripping on your officer’s cock.”

your cry punched out of you, high and ragged, as his cock struck something inside you. that gummy spot that made your thighs twitch and your eyes roll back.

“i’m so—” you gasped, words slurring, tears stinging your lashes. “i’m so close, jisung—, i’m gonna—”

he moaned behind you, the sound guttural, overwhelmed. “give it to me, y/n,” he panted, hips rocking into you harder, faster, chasing that high right alongside you. “come on, baby, give it to me. let me feel you fall apart.”

that pet name—the softness of it buried under all the roughness—made you feel things. and then his hand slid around your hip.

two fingers pressed to your clit—slippery, fast—and that was it. your whole body seized. your vision went white. you screamed his name, thighs locking around him as your orgasm ripped through you. your cunt spasmed around his cock, squeezing him so tight he choked on a groan and nearly collapsed over you.

“fuck—” he gasped, pulling out in a rush, cock slick and throbbing, already jerking in his hand as he stroked himself just twice more. he came across your lower back, ropes of hot, sticky release painting your ass, your skin twitching from the heat of it. 

jisung sagged behind you, one hand braced on the bed, the other still resting on your thigh like he couldn’t bear to stop touching you.

you whimpered and your legs trembled under you, body slack with aftershock, hands still bound tightly behind your back, the cuffs biting into your skin just enough to remind you how utterly he'd claimed you.

jisung stirred behind you at once. “shhh,” he murmured, softly. “i got you.”

you felt him shift, heard the metallic jingle of a small key in his fingers. he reached for you, one hand curling gently around your forearm to steady you, then, with a sharp click, the first cuff popped open.

he slid the small key between his lips as he took your wrist out, then let the key drop into his hand to unlock the second one. you felt the tension in your shoulders melt instantly, the pressure gone—but your body didn’t know how to hold itself up anymore.

you collapsed forward with a sigh, arms falling limp to the sheets, your entire weight crumpling under you. jisung caught you, one arm around your waist, the other bracing you as he pulled you gently into him.

jisung eased you down onto your side, careful and slow like you were something delicate. his lips found your shoulder, kissed it—soft, reverent. you let out a shaky breath, still trying to find yourself inside your body.

“i really like you, hannie,” you murmured before you could second guess it. “i don’t just—this wasn’t just—”

“i know, y/n,” he whispered as he pressed another kiss into your back, this one lingering. “i know.”

he curled tighter around you, nosing into the back of your neck, his voice muffled by your skin.

“i’ve wanted you since the first week,” he murmured. “tried not to let it show. i didn’t think i had a shot—thought you were too… good. out of my league.”

you turned your head slightly, enough to glance back at him with a dazed, warm grin. “you’re such a dumbass.”

he laughed, soft and breathless, pressing his forehead into your shoulder.

“maybe,” he said, kissing the back of your neck. “but i’m your dumbass, right?”

you swallowed, pulse tripping.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, fingers brushing a strand of hair out of your face. his eyes were soft now.

“i wanna be yours,” he said. “please.”

you reached for his face with a trembling hand and your thumb traced the edge of his jaw, his skin still flushed and warm from everything he’d just given you.

“i already thought you were,” you whispered.

and then you kissed him tenderly. his smile broke against your mouth like he'd finally gotten something he'd been chasing forever. 

and he had. you both had.

the precinct buzzed with the same energy it had every morning—phones ringing, printers humming, officers shuffling case files with half-empty coffee cups in hand. a few feet from the briefing room, jisung leaned against a desk, hands gesturing animatedly as he spoke to changbin.

“no, seriously. the guy was just resisting like no tomorrow. like he wasn’t scared of me, of anything.”

changbin raised a brow. “you’re sure it wasn’t just your face?”

“yeah, okay. remind me to let you talk next time a guy pulls a blade on a hostage.” jisung was in the middle of rolling his eyes when a familiar voice broke through the low chatter of the bullpen.

“morning,” you said, walking up with a folder tucked under your arm. your tone was casual, but there was a glint in your eye—just for him.

jisung’s whole posture changed.

he stood upright. his eyes widened. and a slow smile tugged at his mouth as he turned toward you.

“hey,” he said, voice sweeter than it needed to be.

changbin glanced between the two of you, brow quirking. he didn’t say anything right away. just sipped his coffee, eyes narrowing slightly.

you held out the folder toward jisung. “victim statement’s being transcribed. thought you might want to review the notes before you start interrogation.”

he reached for it—your fingers brushing as he did—and his smile widened.

“thanks,” he murmured. then added, more pointedly, “you always take such good care of me.”

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. you reached up and rested your hand on his shoulder before sliding it down as you walked off down the hallway. the second your back was turned, jisung—still holding the folder—curled his fist and gave it a single, victorious pump at his side.

the entire office lounge knew. how he once rewrote an entire report because you said you liked his handwriting. or how he almost cried out of joy when you borrowed his pen last month.

changbin didn’t know how jisung did it. but somehow, he’d pulled it off.

[f1fantasys]

Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 1.

Summary - This will be a 2 or 3 part series. y/n is a sky presenter and has a strong friendship with a lot of the drivers, especially Lando. They eventually become friends with benefits (some might say a relationship with no labels, though you'd deny it), until Lando calls it off when he starts dating Magui, leaving y/n heartbroken....What they be endgame or not?

Warnings - 18+ minors DNI, smut, fingering, oral f! receiving, squirting, p in v sex, dirtytalk. Quick smut/intro chapter.

Your eyes flew open, adjusting to the bright sun shining through the blinds. It took you a few moments to register where you were, who's arm is draping tightly around your torso, who's breath is fanning the back of your neck.

And then you smiled to yourself, body giddy with butterflies when your mind finally caught up with it all. This had been the norm for 6 months now, but each time you awoke in his arms, it felt like the first time all over again.

It was no surprise that during the course of your friendship - and situationship - your feelings for Lando were ever growing.

Your mutual friends would say you're already in a relationship, without the labels, but with your demanding jobs and crazy schedules, a relationship was never on the table with Lando. It was just fun and lots of sex, though closer than what normal friends with benefits would be. You were both blind to that though.

In your eyes, he was perfect in every way. Although you were just fuck buddies, you knew each other from the inside-out, and the amount of respect you had for each other was extensive. And not to mention how well he fucked you. He knew your body better than you did, and vice-versa. You were perfect in every way.

You'd never out yourself to him though, to afraid it would ruin your friendship most importantly, and for the time being you were content with how much of himself he was giving you. That being said, it wasn't easy to control your feelings.

Back to today, your hand found Lando's that was resting on your stomach, giving him a quick squeeze as he shuffled behind you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and gave you a few open mouthed kisses on your shoulder before turning your body around to face him.

''Mornin'', sleep okay?'' he asked, eyes still closed, with his raspy morning voice sending tingles all over your body.

You bought you hand up to his face, letting your finger trail the curves of the smirk he wore on his lips.

''Don't flatter yourself'' you softly said, as your mind went back to the nasty things you both did last night.

You didn't give him a chance to reply before you leaned forward and captured his lips in a searing kiss.

Lando kissed you back hard and deep, causing you to let out a moan with which he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

His hands roamed your naked body before traveling further south, wasting no time in cupping your cunt, causing your breath to hitch.

He pulled back and finally opened his eyes. ''Already dripping for me love?'' he asked, another knowing smirk on his face.

You played back by palming his thick girth that was pressing against your stomach, causing Lando to buck roughly in your hands as your thumb brushed the pre-cum that had already built on his tip.

Raising your brows, you teased him. ''You were saying?''

He smiled, a full boyish-dimples showing smile- before bringing up his hand that was slick with your juices, taking his fingers into his mouth and licking them clean.

All you could do was watch with your mouth agape, pussy desperate and clenching around nothing.

''Lando, please'' you whispered, not caring how desperate you sounded. All you knew was you needed Lando to fill you up.

In no time he was hovering above you, all playfulness in his eyes gone and replaced with a dark sheen.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss, a messy one which had spit messing both your chins. ''Please, need to feel you in me..'' you begged as Lando's mouth moved down to your neck, attacking your sweet spot.

''Patience, love'' he whispered, trailing his hand down to your core once again, letting his fingers slide through your sticky folds.

Your back arched. ''Fuck, Lando'' you panted, grunting when two of his fingers thrust into your hole. Yes, you wanted him, so bad, but you wouldn't deny how sensitive you still were from your ministrations last night.

''Baby, please'' you begged some more, biting down on his shoulder while Lando's mouth toyed at your nipples, while you hand pumped his cock, mind spiraling at just how hard he was getting in your hand.

Lando soon added a third finger through your hole, and before your mind could catch up to what was happening, your orgasm ripped through you, your body shuddering in underneath him as you praised his name over and over.

You grabbed onto his dick again, already ready to line him up but Lando being Lando had other ideas. He brushed your hand away from him before shimmying his body further down, eyes not leaving yours as he licked a hot trail from your inner thigh to your core.

Letting your hands pull at his curls, you moaned at the feeling of Lando's tongue, dancing through your folds, stopping every now and then to bite down on your clit.

''Lan..fuck..'' you panted, already feeling your next orgasm approaching fast.

''Hmm.. let it out'' he mumbled. ''Let me taste you''

All it took a was a flick on his thumb on your swollen bud for you to come crashing down again, splutters of hot cum squirting all over Lando's face as your mind blanked out and all you could do was let pornographic moans leave your mouth.

You looked down to see him soaked, tongue darted out to lick his chin dry before he was hovering over you again, leaning down to lock lips with you.

''Ready for me baby? he asked, eager to feel his own release now.

''Uh huh'' you said, pushing his shoulders back so you could straddle him.

You wasted no time giving him a few pumps before lining his dick up at your entrance, the both of you hissing when you finally sank down on his pole.

''Fuck baby'' Lando cooed as you started a rhythm, bouncing yourself on him hard and fast.

Ýou bit down on your lip as Lando's fingers tugged on your nipples, wincing when he started meeting you half way, fucking his cock as deep in you as he could.

Shutting your eyes, you let out a series of moans, panting as if your life depended on it, concentrating on riding Lando thoroughly.

''Fuck, y/n..'' he panted through bated breaths. ''Taking me so fucking well baby, pussy so tight but taking my dick so well'' he cooed, knowing how much you loved his dirty talk.

'''Lan, god, yeah, m' close, you're so big'' you all but whispered, body already starting to shake above him.

''Cum for me darlin'..then let me fill you up yeah?'' he asked.

''Uh huh, fuck, please''

''Touch yourself'' he suddenly instructed, voice stern.

You obeyed, your fingers finding your clit and tugging at it while Lando shamelessly gawked at your actions.

Within seconds your next orgasm washed over you causing your body to frantically shake in Lando's arms.

He took the opportunity to manhandle your jelly-like body, lifting you off his shaft roughly before laying you on your back and pulling you by your legs to the edge of the bed where he now stood.

''I...I..Lan, I can't'' you mumbled as you tried to slow your breathing, cunt pulsing because Lando had that look on his face. The one he wore whenever he was about fuck you hard.

''Yes you can baby, one more..f' me?'' he said, already working on sliding his cock through your folds before thrusting in with harsh force.

''Fuck me'' you back arched off the bed, gathering layers of the sheets in your hands as your mind blanked, while Lando pounded into you relentlessly, clearly chasing his own orgasm now.

''I am fucking you darling, and you're doing so well f' me. Your tight little pussy was made just for me baby'' he ushered.

You looked up at him when the words flew out his mouth, breathlessly gawking at his naked form which had a sheen of sweat gathering, curls stuck to his forehead. You chest ached for me, longed for more of him. But you quickly had to put those thoughts to the back of your mind.

It's what Lando did next though that had you crashing back to reality, an orgasm taking over your body again. You watched as he let s load of spit drip down from his mouth straight to where you were joined, a wicked smile gracing his face at his antics before he leaned down and locked lips with you, distracting you from the over stimulation he knew you were feeling.

Not that that made him slow his movements - no. He ferociously fucked in and out of your cunt until you started to feel his dick twitch uncontrollably, before he shot ropes of warm cum through you, coating your walls through gritted teeth and lewd moans before slumping his body down on yours.

You wrapped your arms around him. The both of you breathless, spent, shivering from the cool air on your sweat.

Lando left a few soft open mouthed kisses all over your face as you both tried to come down from your highs. ''You're so fucking amazing. Can't do it without you'' he said, before lifting himself up and pulling out, hissing at the loss of contact.

Your mind tried not to read too much into what he meant, and so you forced yourself to get up before the two of you took a lazy shower together.

It was your last morning together before a triple header, and unfortunately you weren't going to any of the races - you were to work from HQ, so phone sex it would be for a long month.

You'd hated when it was time to say goodbye, holding onto Lando a few seconds longer than you should have, before he kissed you like his life depended on it.

Little did you know that in just a few weeks this wouldn't be your norm anymore. Lando won't be you norm anymore....

A/N - hope you guys enjoyed part 1, things will get super angsty in the next one. Let me you if you want to be added to the taglist! XX

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'Nom Noms' ~ HCs

// Yes, I as chewing on my ballpen, yes I thought of Zayne LaDs

Prompt: How the LaDs men would Indirectly kiss you <3

Warnings: Caleb is a bit of a FREAAAK

[Posted on 3-27-25]

Zayne has uncosciously inherited your habit of chewing/nibbling on pens while being deep in thought, specifically when he sees you writing your annual reports

There came a day you left one of your pens in his bag, the small one he brings during meetings, and it just so happens to be the one he pulls out

He.. hesitantly takes glances at it from time to time as he writes, taking notice of the small dents from you biting the poor thing just a bit too hard

Curiosity seemed to get the best of him as he paused his note-taking to just...

*nom.*

Theres a hint of stawberry-- a h ! It must've been the new chapstick you bought. He quietly fights a smile creeping to his face as he remembers your task for him earlier that morning

"Zaynie can you keep this for a bit? My Desk is too messy i'll get it before you leave" ..You d i d n 't

His gnawing becomes more and more obvious as if he's trying to salvage the left over taste of your lips.

Eventually he almost flinches at one of the Chief Resident's voice; "Everyone take 5, we will resume the meeting shortly."

Snapping out of his thoughts as he gathers his things, he wonders 'why the sudden break?' Until Dr. Greyson taps him on the back with the friendly smile

"The Chief must've felt bad for you, Dr. Zayne" he began "Everyone knows how diligently you work without complaints, but seeing you snacking on a pen during a meeting was enough for them to know you need a break." He chuckles, offering to treat Zayne at the cafeteria for today

Oh boy, who's going to tell him that all he was snacking on was nothing but the traces of his adoring lover? Not me.

He's now been making sure he has at least one of your chewed pens in his pocket/s, the fresher the better.

Lets be so fr here this man chews on all of your hoodie/jacket strings AND cuffs.

You both tend to share or swap hoodies whenever one visits the other in their apartment, you chew on the strings as you scroll while you nibble on the cuffs when you're hungry

Xavier was VERY quick to pick this up, so whenever he sees you nomming your cuffs he would order you take out or bring you to convenience store dates, but this isn't about that.

Whenever you go on business trips or missions in different cities, he would leave almost no hoodie un-chewed! >:l Once the strings go soggy he'll just put on another hoodie, and then another... and then he probably tuggs on the cuffs with his teeth too

Once you come back and he visits to return the abused clothing, you were deffinitely suspicious. "Xavier, why are my hoodies.. d a m p?" "I.. took them to the laundry this morning" "Xavi.. its pouring outside" "...exactly?" "X A V I E R."

He denies all allegations of devouring the garments during your absence, but how could you scold your sweet-and-innocent boyfriend when he pulls out his bunny face?

"You were gone for too long.. I needed something to remind me of you.." :(( he pouts, nuzzling himself onto you

You let it slide f o r e v e r n o w, but you tell him to buy new strings to replace the ones that have gone too far to save

[probably happens monthly-]

Here me out, M U G S. Champagne Glasses even. Sylus the man-he-IS✨️ would deffinitely taunt you whenever he drinks from the same cup/s you do

At first it was subtle, when it was your morning coffee time, he would brew his drink after you're done on the same mug you used

"Sy, is that my mug?" You stared. "Sweetie, dont you always tell me to get two of the same one so we can match?" He drawled, taking a sip without ever breaking eye contact from you.

A few minutes later you check the pantry aiming to get a glass for/of water-- ...The other mug is still there.

Whenever he invites you as his plus one in one of those N109 Zone gatherings and balls, he would purposely wait until you've grabbed one of the service champagnes or ordered from the nearby bar

Once you do, he strikes. "Having fun, kitten?" He crosses his arms at the sight of you swishing the half-finished champagne glass "Mm. It's alright, but deffinitely an improvement from the last party you went to" you tilted your head focused on the golden liquid

"I see." He nodded, before you could look at him he gently- but quickly lifts your hand holding the glass to his lips, purposely sipping from where your lipstick has stained

"S-Sylus!" You squealed, face erupting into flames "Careful kitten, your face might as well blend with your dress and I just might think im talking to a ghost." He chortles, almost breaking into a laugh as you slap him on the biceps.

He deviously licks his lips and basks in your flustered state "what's wrong? Isn't right I have a taste?" You flare up even more.

The people almost gape at the sight of Big-Bad-Boss of Onychinus being so carefree especially at the hands of his beloved, they dont dare disrupt their shared moment.

You take note to hide or finish your drinks faster, but that bastard always finds a way to get to you.

Utensils. This man loves the way you keep your spoon/fork longer in your mouth to savor his cooking.

"Hey pipsqueak, are you going to eat the spoon too?" He'd joke as you roll your eyes-- N O. Lies. This man is the one eating that spoon. Honestly he'd eat anything (minus Cilantro maybe) that you leave on your plate if he could like the puppy he is.

Caleb would usher you to go do whatever in your room whenever you tried to offer washing dishes as thanks. Once the coast is clear, when he finishes scraping the left overs(bones/fats etc.) off your plate and into the bin, he takes your spoon into his mouth to eat the remaining remnance of you food on the spoon

Like Xavier, he will deny all allegations of making out with- using your utensils saying things like "You know I dont waste food, pipsqueak" he'd say either winking or suspiciously innocent

On the less freaky side of things, when going to cafes he'd insist on sharing forks whenever you grab cakes, he enjoys the intimacy(and making you flustered-)

"Don't you know, pip? This is the equivalent of sharing kisses!" He'd chirp, to which you complain "Am I not giving you enough- scratch that, your fleet missions last wayyy longer than mine! I should be savoring this, not you" you huffed as he laughs

"Dont worry pipsqueak, my vacation comes soon" he winks, taking a bite from your shared fork

That was deffinitely the day you caught on to why you sometimes caught him using your spoons and forks, you blush at the thought <3

// I surprisingly had a harder time thinking about this than I thought-- I wasn't expecting Caleb to be easier than Raf

Perhaps he's a little bit of everyone. Whatever you put in your mouth goes in to his!

Your Pen:(cil?) "RAFAYEL PUT THAT DOWN I NEED IT" you yelled from the bottom of his riddiculously tall ladder "hmph! That will teach you that I come first before your reports." He stuck his tongue out to you, continuing to ruin the poor thing in his mouth

"Raf.. you do know I do what you're doing to that pen too, right?" He proceeds to throw a fit on why humans eat unedible things like they're aliens despite he himself doing so anyways "It's because im a Lemurian, not a Human" 🙄

Your Hoodie Strings: "What? Dont you humans do whatever this is? Eugh, I can still taste its conditioner" Then he proceeds to continue because he knows you've put your mouth into it

"Whats with that look? Shouldnt you be proud that im more open to trying your so-called traditions?" He'd stubbornly say "..Cutie? Wait- NO COME BAACK"

Mugs/Glasses: "Raf! I can't share mugs with you if im sick!" "Yeah yeah right, we Lemurians have better immune systems than your kind"

He got sick the next day. Blames it on working too much.

On other days he's just being a prick as usual "Let's see whats so important about this beverage that keeps you from being in bed with me-" "its water, raf." "Oh." "I knew that-"

Utensils: "..Just say you want matching silverware?" You say completely unaware of his true intentions

"Nuh uh, the food better this way." He shrugged as you sigh and go back to the kitchen to get another set for yourself

You later realize the implication and then thought maybe he wasn't so bad? ...until he starts using it more than you do so you just buy him a matching set much to his dismay

Conclusion: He's just a fish, leave him be. >:l

MASTERLIST

// I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THISSS, hope you enjoyed! Sorry I wasn't able to do our feesh much justice :((

[Had way too much fun writing Sylus's part and Imagining Zayne's predicament-]

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Drunk temptations - Matt Sturniolo

Re-upload!

Paring: bsf!Matt x drunk! Reader

Contains/warinings: reader is a virgin, dry humping, no p in v, mentions of alcohol and loss of virginity, maybe more stuff...

Summary: You and your best friend Matt are going to a party. You get extremely drunk, and despite your bratty resistance, Matt insists on taking you home. Somehow, you end up on your best friend's lap, kissing him and confessing that you want to lose your virginity to him...

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You and Matt have been best friends for many years now. You’re also friends with his brothers Nick and Chris. Tonight you guys are going to a party. Matt went to pick you up.

Knocks on the door

You quickly went downstairs to open the door with your hair and makeup ready but still in your pijamas.

Laughing, he raises an eyebrow at my pajamas “You’re not ready yet?”

“Sorryyyyy, I just need to get changed and we can go” you explain.

He chuckles. “Alright, but make it quick.”

“Okay okay, come in, I promise.” You say laughing a bit as you two go upstairs to your room. You get in the bathroom and Matt sits down on your bed waiting for you.

He leans back on the bed, looking quite at home in your room as he waits. His eyes roam around, taking in the posters on the walls and the messy piles of clothes scattered about.

You quickly change onto a black mini skirt, a red tight and a little revealing top, some jewelry and a ton of perfume. You take one last glance in the mirror and exit the bathroom. “I’m ready!”

He looks up from where he was lounging on your bed, a slow smile spreading across his face “Whoa, you look amazing tonight.”

You smile at his compliment. “Thank youuu! It’s a new outfit, I bought it today.”

"Oh yeah? I can tell. It looks really good on you." He stands up and walks over, taking a closer look at the outfit. "Hey, is that a new perfume too?" He asks, leaning in to sniff at my neck.

You feel something fluttering in your stomach as he leans in, his hot breath hitting your neck. “What?… oh yeah it’s a new perfume.” You feel your face growing hot and you’re also feeling nervous. But you quickly throw those feelings away, reminding yourself that he’s your best friend.

He pulls back and flashes a grin at your flushed face, noting your reaction yet deciding not to comment on it. Instead, he gestures towards the door. “Shall we, m’lady?” He teases, offering you his arm like a gentleman.

You laugh at his tone and actions. “Always a gentleman, right?” You tease and take his arm.

"Only for you, my lady," Matt replies with a playful smirk. He leads you out of the room and down the hallway, his hand gently patting at yours on his arm.

You laugh and roll your eyes jokingly as you nudge him with your shoulder.

He chuckles and nudges you back, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. As you guys head down the hallway, Matt can't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the dim lighting highlights your features and makes the colors of your outfit pop. As you step out into the night air, the cool breeze rustling your hair, Matt can't help but appreciate the way the city lights reflect off the curves of your body. He opens the car door for you, gesturing for you to get in.

“Ooohhh, opening the door and everything.” You say teasingly.

He chuckles and gives a mock bow, "Anything for my queen," he says with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he waits for you to get in the car.

You chuckle and roll your eyes. “Ohh shut upppp.”

He laughs, shaking his head as he closes the car door. As he walks around to the driver's side, he can't help but grin at your teasing.

As we drive to the party, the music is playing softly in the background, and Matt can't help but tap his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. He glances over at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. "So, are you ready to party tonight?"

“Oh I'm definitely ready to get drunk.” You say with a chuckle.

He laughs and shakes his head, "Well, let's make sure you don't do anything too crazy, yeah? I don't want to have to carry you home over my shoulder."

“I won't, don't worry. I just want to have a little fun.” You say.

"Alright, alright, I trust you," he says, still grinning as he pulls up to the party venue. "We’re here."

As you guys walk into the party, you can feel the energy and excitement in the air. The music is loud, and people are dancing and mingling all around. You guys go to say hi to Matt’s brothers Nick and Chris.

After a while you see some of your friends. “I’m gonna go say hi to my friends.” You tell Matt.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll catch up with you later." He says as he watches you walk away, his gaze following you until you disappear into the crowd.

You approach your friends and greet them. Then you all decide to get drinks and dance.

While you're busy having fun, Matt is talking with his brothers and some of their old friends catching up. He occasionally glances over at you, letting out a small chuckle as he sees you dancing and having fun.

As the night goes by you keep ordering more and more drinks, getting yourself drunk.

Matt notices you stumbling around and laughing loudly, and his expression turns from amusement to concern. He excuses himself from his conversation and starts making his way towards you. "I think that's enough drinks for you." he says, as he approaches you.

“Maaatt! Hiii I've missed youuu.” You say slurring your words as you hug him.

He chuckles and hugs you back, holding you steady as you sway slightly. "I've missed you too," he says, his voice low and gentle. "I think you've had a few too many drinks," He says with a chuckle, trying to keep you steady on your feet. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“Whaaat? Whyyy? I'm having fun.” You whine.

He sighs and wraps his arm around your waist, guiding you towards the exit. "You're slurring your words, stumbling around, and you're not making any sense," he says firmly but gently.

“Noooo I want to stayyy.” You pout.

He gently but firmly continues guiding you towards the exit, his grip steady on your waist. "I know you're having fun, but it's getting late and you're too drunk to handle yourself."

“You’re so boringgg.” You slur out.

He laughs softly and unlocks his car door for you. "I'm not boring, I'm just responsible," he says, helping you into the passenger seat.

“Yeah yeah, same thing.” You say.

He gets in the driver's side and starts the car, keeping a watchful eye on you as he drives. "You know, you're going to regret this hangover in the morning," he says with a smirk, but his tone is soft with concern.

“I had sooo much funnn” you start laughing.

He chuckles and gives you a knowing look. "I can tell," he says.

He pulls into your driveway and turns off the engine, turning to face you with a gentle smile. "We're here," he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Time to get you inside and into bed."

“Noooo I don’t wanna go to bed.” You whine.

He laughs softly and shakes his head. "Come on, you'll thank me when you're not suffering with a hangover tomorrow," he says as he carefully gets out of the car and walks around to your side, opening your door and offering his hand to help you out.

He sighs and helps you out of the car anyway, wrapping his arm around your waist to support you as you stumble a bit on the driveway. "Let's get you inside and settled, okay?" he says, leading you towards your front door with a gentle but firm grip.

“Fineeee” you slur out as you roll your eyes.

He chuckles and shakes his head, helping you up the steps and to the front door. "You're going to be a lot of fun to deal with in the morning," he says with a teasing tone, digging out your keys from your purse and unlocking the door. He opens the door and ushers you inside, switching on the light and helping you stumble into the living room. "Sit down," he says, guiding you onto the couch. "I'll get you some water."

He disappears into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water. "Drink up," he says, waiting for you to take a few sips before setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of you. He then plops down beside you on the couch, watching you with a mixture of amusement and concern.

“Thank youu” you say as you lean back.

He smiles and leans back with you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. "No problem," he says.

You start laughing a little bit remembering things that happened at the party. “I had so much fun tonight, best party ever.” You say, still slurring your words.

He chuckles and pulls you closer, his arm tightening around your shoulders. "Glad you had a good time," he says, his voice low and gentle.

You turn to look at him and realize how close your faces are.

He grins then, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the room. "Yeah, it was a good party," he says, his voice dropping even lower, almost to a whisper. His eyes flick down to your lips before darting back up to your eyes. He swallows thickly and the room suddenly becomes much quieter and more intimate.

You don’t know if it's the alcohol taking over your mind but you want to kiss him really bad. You know it isn’t right because you’re drunk and you guys are best friends, but you can’t stop thinking about it. ‘Fuck it’ your mind says, you lean in and kiss him.

His eyes widen in surprise for a split second, but he doesn't pull back, instead, his lips move against yours, soft and gentle at first, but then deepening into a more passionate kiss. His arm around your shoulders tightens, pulling you closer to him as he angles his head to fit your lips together perfectly.

You keep kissing him, your mouth opening just a nudge letting his tongue in. He responds eagerly to the invitation, his tongue slipping into your mouth tasting the alcohol in your system and tangling with yours in a sinfully good way.

As you get more into the kiss you start to kiss more sloppily and drunkenly. You’re body now controlled by the alcohol and lust moves to sit on his lap straddling him.

He groans into the kiss as you shift to straddle him, his hands immediately moving to grip your hips to steady you. The feel of your heat pressing against him, even through the layers of clothing, sends a jolt of desire straight to his groin. He breaks the kiss long enough to breathe. "God, you're killing me," he mutters, his voice low and husky, his eyes burning with intensity. "Fuck, we shouldn't be doing this," he says, his voice rough with need, even as his hands continue to hold you tight against him.

“Why?” You ask.

Matt's eyes search yours, a mix of conflict and longing evident in their dark depths. "Because this isn't right, not like this," he says, his breath coming in short gasps as he fights to maintain control. "You're drunk off your ass, and I shouldn't take advantage of that." He hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching yours before he admits, "And we're best friends, and this could change everything between us." His grip on you tightens as if he's trying to hold onto the friendship despite the heat building between you two.

“But I want to.” You say kissing him again and ignoring his words.

He groans into the kiss, his resolve crumbling under your persistence and the intoxicating effect of your body pressed so intimately against his. "Fuck, you're making this hard," he pulls back. “We can’t do this.”

“Please.” You whine as you start to kiss his neck.

His hands grip your hips, his breath hitching as you trail kisses along his neck. "Fuck," he swears, his grip tightening as he resists the temptation you present. "You're killing me, Y/n."

“Please Matt, I- I want you to be my first.” You whisper.

His whole body stiffens at your words, his hands gripping you harder for a moment before releasing you, he looks at you with eyes full of surprise and a mix of emotions. "Shit, y/n," he mutters. His hands move to cup your face, making you look at him.

“Please Matt, take my virginity away. I'm ready.” You look at him with doe eyes filled with lust and a little red from the alcohol.

"No, y/n, you're drunk and I don't want to take advantage of that," he says, his voice strained. He looks at you with a mix of desire and guilt, his hands still cupping your face gently. "We've been friends for so long, and this could change everything.

“You’re the person I trust the most, I want it to be you.”

"God, y/n, you're killing me. I want this, I want you so bad, but I can't just take your virginity while you're in this state," he says, his voice rough with need. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

You ignore his words and start kissing him again.

He hesitates for a moment, then relents, his hands moving from your face to your hips as he deepens the kiss. But after a few moments, he pulls back again, trying to break the kiss. "Y/n, we can't do this."

“mmh please Matt” you whimper and kiss him again.

He groans, his resolve weakening as he feels you pressing against him. "Y/n, no," he says, but his voice is weaker this time, and it's clear that he's struggling to resist.

You continue kissing him but this time your hips start to grind against him. “Mmh” you moan.

He hisses through clenched teeth, his hips bucking up to meet your grinding motions. "Fuck, y/n, stop," he growls, but his words lack conviction. His hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against him as he rocks his own hips up in response to yours.

“Mmh Matt feels so good” you whimper against his lips.

He lets out a tortured groan, his body trembling with restraint as he tries to hold back. "Y/n, please...I don't want to hurt you," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing.

“Matt I need you” you let out as you keep kissing and grinding him. Your hands move to remove your top, revealing your lace black bra.

His eyes widen at the sight of your bra, and he swears under his breath as he tries to fight his growing arousal. "Y/n, we can't," he repeats, his voice hoarse with desire.

You start kissing his neck again.

He groans, tilting his head to give you better access to his neck as his hands move up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. "Fuck... You're killing me,"

You grab his hands and lead them to your back where the clip for your bra is.

“Stop this," he says firmly, though there's a strained edge to his voice. His hands remain frozen on your back, the clip of your bra still untouched. "Y/n, no. We can't. You're too drunk, I won't take your virginity like this." He pushes his hands away from the clasp of her bra, his own breathing heavy and ragged as he struggles to maintain his composure. “This has already gone too far.”

"No buts, y/n. We can't do this right now. It's not right." He says firmly, still holding onto his composure even as his body is begging for release from the arousal coursing through him. "I care about you too much to take advantage of you in this state.” He takes a deep breath and stands up, pulling away from you completely.

"Y/n, let's... let's get you to bed," he says, his voice calm but strained. He offers you a hand to help you up, his eyes never leaving yours as if gauging your reaction.

You don't say anything, just take his hand and follow him to your room.

He watches out for you as you move to your room, ensuring you don't stumble and hurt yourself in your inebriated state. Once inside, he guides you to the bed, sitting you down gently on the edge.

He gives you a big t -shirt big enough to cover up your knees. So you put it on and take your skirt off and sit on the bed again. He kneels down in front of you, pulling off your heels and placing them beside the bed.

"There, that's better, right?" He says, looking up at you with concern etched into his features. He really cares about you, more than he wants to admit. He gently pushes you back onto the bed, helping you lay down, making sure you're covered up before he stands back up.

“Good night” you slur out and quickly doze off.

He watches you for a moment, a soft smile on his face as he sees the exhaustion and alcohol finally catch up to you. He nods to himself, satisfied that you're safe and comfortable, before turning to leave the room. He quietly closes your bedroom door behind him, the soft click echoing in the silence of the house. Taking a deep breath, he tries to calm the storm of emotions and desire that still rages within him. He knows he did the right thing, protecting you from a mistake you wouldn't remember.

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Kinktober Day 20: Threesome

Summary: You're good with kids, there is no doubt. Heck, you're a kindergarten teacher, you love little ones. Your boyfriends on the other hand, just love how great you are with kids. Maybe it's time to give you one of your own. Warnings: P in V sex, threesome, breeding kink, cum, reader had a vagina, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @cassandrascottt

You stood at the front of the classroom, laughter mingling with the excited chatter of the students. The vibrant walls were filled with painted art projects, and the scent of crayons and fresh paper lingered in the air. Today’s lesson was all about storytelling, and you had encouraged the kids to use their imaginations, their faces lighting up with every new idea. From being a superhero, a princess, or a dragon, your student’s ideas never failed to excite you. 

As the bell rang, the students began to gather their things, and you smiled, waving them off. “Remember, tomorrow is our storytelling contest! Bring your best tales but make sure they are written in your scrapbook!” The children cheered and scrambled out, their giggles echoing in the hall. The day had ended and while a satisfying one, you couldn’t wait to get back home and snuggle up to some warm food with your boyfriends. Yes, Wade Wilson and Logan were an odd pair by themselves but adding you into the mix seemed to make it all the sweeter (or hornier if you asked Wade). 

Outside, you spotted Wade and Logan leaning against the school’s brick wall. Wade, in a red graphic tee and a pair of black jeans, was animatedly gesturing as he spoke, while Logan, in his classic flannel and jblue eans, looked not as amused, arms crossed over his chest. Your heart swelled, it was moments like this—seeing the two of them together—that reminded you of how unique their relationship was.

“Hey, beautiful!” Wade called out, his voice playful. “How many lives did you ruin today with your educational superpowers?”

Laughing with an eye roll, you replied while approaching the duo. “Just a few. No one will need intensive therapy after my storytelling lesson!”

Logan pushed off the wall, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re doing just fine. Kids need someone who gets them.” He stepped closer, his presence grounding and warm.

As you walked to the car, Wade pretended to swoon dramatically. “Oh, I’m hot for teacher! So captivating! Did you see how the kids hung on your every word? I was this close to signing up for kindergarten myself!” He pinched his fingers dramatically, as if to show just how close he was to sitting in on your class. It would certaintly be interesting.

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “You’d probably scare them off with your face, bub”

A slow blush creeped up your cheeks as Logan opened the car door for you. “You both are ridiculous,” you tried to sound agitated, putting on your best teacher voice, but a shy smile betrayed your amuesment. “But it’s sweet. I’m glad you think I’m good with the kids.”

That caught their attention. They had certaintly talked about it before but now hearing the idea aloud, how good you were with kids thta weren’t even your own, now that sparked an idea. With a quick glance to each other, no words were needed to form the plan that was about to commence. Allowing the thoughts to stew on the ride home, you had no idea of their plan when you entered your shared apartment. Of course, it was messy but the boys had allowed you to decorate it; making it seem less like a college frat dorm room and more like a home. And if their plan came to fruition, it certainy would be a home indeed. 

Suddenly, Logan grabbed yours wrists and pinned you down against the nearest wall. His smoldering gaze glowered down at you as his face leaned down to whisper in huskily in your ear. 

“What do you think about having some kits of your own?” 

“What?” 

Coming to your side, Wade joined his partner in looking down at you. Using his hand to reach around and cup your chin, he brought your shocked gaze to look up at him.

“Dollface, I think peanut here is asking to breed you. And I am certainly not opposed to the idea. I mean I am sure a hundred Tumblr fics have been written about it already—” 

A dark chuckle erupted from Logans throat at Wade’s words, for once he wasn’t annoyed at the merc’s mouth.  As he stood up and let his grip go, both men now stared down at you. After some stumbling and a few apologies to about tripping over variois objects, all three parties ended up in the master bedroom with clothes on the floor. You, laid on the bed and the boy’s eyes darkened with hunger at the sight of your bare form, a silent understanding among them of what was about to happen. 

Wade leaned down and took one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, the warmth of his tongue teasing the aroused bud. Dragging his hands across your torso, he slowly marked your skin with his hands. Logan, instead dipped down and spread your thighs, enjoying the way they felt in his calloused hands. With a whimper, you couldn’t help but arch your back into his touch as he dragged his nose across your slit. The heat from his breath left you soaked with desire, cunt clenching around nothing as you imagined all the things that were about to happen. 

Hoisting your legs up on his shoulders, Logan massaged the tip of his cock against you hole. Not allowed a moment of reprieve, sheathing his heady member into your cunt with one stroke, Wade then bit the corner of your collarbone to distract you from Logan’s actions. He stretched your needy hole,  both of your moaning both at the sight and feeling, the delicious yet somewhat burning friction that both of you so desperately craved.  You gasped at the stretch, gripping the sheets with each strong stroke. The velvet of your walls squeezing Logan so tight that with every exit and entry of his member into your cunt, the ribs of his cock rubbed against you in a painfully delicious way. Wade took initative and slowly started to leave hot wet kisses and nips across the valley of your neck, only pausing to whisper filthy things in your ear as Logan carried out a relentless pace. 

“He’s gonna fuck you so good baby. Think about how good you’ll look, so big and glowing with our baby inside you. You’re gonna be such a good momma. Want us to make you a momma dollface?"

Gosh, he was so hot like this. You hung onto everyword, every image you presented you with. It was addicting, the feeling of Logan inside you, the softness of Wade’s lips worshiping your body as he debauched words continued to send wave after wave of arousal shooting straight down to your already weeping pussy. And you knew it may never happen, you were still on the pill and by all means Wade was infertile with Logan’s ability to breed in question since he was older. 

But by any means, you could certaintly get used to this. 

[rainsiide]

IF WE’RE NOTHING, (WE’RE NOTHING.)

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི now playing Comfort Inn Ending - Jhene Aiko. 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

“Why would you call it love when you knew that it wasn't?”

giselle x reader ⋮ giselle broke the weeks of no contact with you and asked you to be her valentine.

warning you! ⋆ toxic exs, (kinda) heartbreak, some sort of rekindlement, manipulation, vulgar language

the gold bangle bracelet slipped down your wrist gently. tonight giselle had texted you, inviting you to a rooftop diner. she had broke no contact with you a few weeks ago and asked you to be her valentines. she told you to dress your best and meet her there by six-thirty. honestly, you were happy she had asked you because you probably would’ve sat in bed sulking and crying to the worst romcoms. taking a final look at your vanity mirror, you had hoped you were up to giselle’s standards.

slipping on some simple pumps, and a purse on your shoulder.

you shot a text to giselle before leaving your apartment, locking it behind you and making your way downstairs.

by the time you got downstairs you had no response from giselle. trying not to overthink it you continued on to your car and put in the address, driving off. soft music played in the car as your tires ran the street. cars ran past you like a relay, we all had somewhere to be.

finding yourself outside the building, giselle had still not responded to your text. maybe she was just getting things set up, yeah, that was all. walking through the glass doors you were greeted by a woman in a waitress outfit. asking how could she help you today.

“i’m with uchinaga.” you told her, quite anxious honestly. she gave you a smiled, then looking down at a rather big ipad to check with the reservations. looking at you and then at the table, she whispered something to herself. putting it down she looked back at you.

“you can follow me.” she proposed, stepping from behind the podium and making her way through the restaurant. several couples, the smell of wine, love, and more.

you spotted the all familiar pink haired girl on her phone. two menus set up, which her opposing side was rather messy. you thanked the waitress and giselle was quick to notice you.

“hey baby.” she said, standing up to bring you into a hug you hadn’t felt in some months. the embrace felt as though you would never let go. she placed a small kiss on your cheek, letting go and pulling your chair out for you. you smiled at her ladylike gesture, as you sat down across from her. it felt like your first valentine with her all over again.

as time went on a natural conversation sparked between you both. your main focus on her and, her phone. several buzzes and chimes had came through, and it was clear they were text messages. you tried not to pay any mind to them, clearly she wasn’t.

before the food came out you decided to excuse yourself to the bathroom to “wash your hands.” as you got up you had infact went to the bathroom to wash your hands. but as you left, you went around to come from the side of the restaurant behind giselle. you just wanted a peek at her phone. it was open to the messages on her notification center but she was clearly ignoring them.

“hey baby, are you still coming over?” one.

“will i see you tonight?” two.

“i miss you.. i wanna spend v-day together.” three.

“you were just responding earlier, text me back!” four.

and those were only messages you could see. you didn’t know if you wanted to throw her phone across the restaurant, or throw her. you walked around from behind her as grabbed your purse from the back of the chair.

“hey baby, what’s the matter? where are you going?” she looked frantic, scanning your rush to leave.

“don’t you fucking baby me giselle.” you said through your teeth. she stood up quickly trying to see you face to face of what happened.

“what the fuck is your problem? what is going on?” she said, her tone raising slightly. trying not to cause a scene in the middle of the restaurant.

“hey baby, are you still coming over?” are you fucking serious giselle.” you said, pushing her back. walking out the restaurant. you didn’t know if it was the tears or the rain that were falling down her face, but you knew it was heavy, and it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon

not many steps were made before you felt the rain stop and a hand on your wrist. her pink hair was still perfect. her features soft yet a tint of anger behind her eyes. the black umbrella shielding you from the cries of the sky.

“y/n those messages were nobody, i swear. you know i would never fuck around with anyone else. contact or no contact.” she said, her hand letting go of your wrist and gently touching your drenched face. you felt there was some truth behind her words, you didn’t know what words were true.

“trust me baby, i love you. you know that, and you know you love me too.” she stated. it was true, you always loved giselle, regardless of what happened between you. you would always come back.

“i know, but giselle.. you make me feel like we’re nothing.” you whispered to her, you wanted to speak louder but there was something holding you back. you wanted to say it with your chest but your heart rejected.

“we’re not nothing, we’re everything, you’re everything to me. you could never be nothing to me. i’d be nothing without you.” she said as she moved closer to you.

as she moved closer her breath fanned against your lips, the world was quiet and all you heard was your thoughts and her mouth. a gentle kiss was placed on her lips.

“let me make you feel everything on valentines baby.”

[narnian-neverlander]

Your Villain [Viktor x GN!Reader]

Preview: It’s a few hours and a doctor’s visit later that you’re settled into your bathtub, back pressed against Viktor’s chest and hands stretched out in front of you to examine them in all their bandaged glory. Nothing vital had been injured, thankfully, a bit of rest and some medicine and you’d be good as new. “This is ridiculous.” you complain in a huff, pushing some wet strands of hair out of your face. “I was supposed to be taking care of you.” His arms tighten around your middle in response, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “I am overworked. You had a panic attack and accidentally sliced your hands open. Which one of those sounds like it should be higher up on our list of priorities, hm?”

Genre: hurt/comfort, light angst, fluff

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: blood, injuries, panic attack (reader accidentally hurts themselves during an attack), talk about neglectful/abusive parents & human trafficking, mildly suggestive (Viktor is a menace)

This is part of a series of stand alone One-Shots that all feature the same reader, you can find the masterlist here :3

A/N: Just in case I haven’t made that clear enough in all my fics, I love Jayce. Jayce haters have no space on my blog, bye 👋

“So what did you think?”

Jayce beams at you from up on the stage in the otherwise empty auditorium, you his only audience. You’d literally run into him on your way to deliver the boys’ food and without waiting for your approval, he’d immediately dragged you off to have someone to practice his presentation for some potential investors with. Most of the technical terms are lost on you of course, but the golden boy manages to make it all engaging and thrilling nonetheless, as you knew he would. There’s just one tiny little thing.

“It’s great. Except you look like you’re about to fall off the stage and start snoring any second.” His smile falters and it only serves to accentuate the dark circles under his eyes, his disheveled clothes and messy hair. If that’s the state he’s in, the one out of the two Hextech geniuses just a tiny smidge better at taking care of himself, you don’t even want to think about the other one. Unfortunately, it is kind of your job to think about the other one. “When did Mel say she was bringing over those potential new investors?”

“Soon.” he answers as he hops of the stage to join you. “Soon as in a few weeks, or a few days, or…?” The way he flinches makes you dread the worst. “Soon as in I think they might already be in her office.” Shaking your head in fond exasperation, you quickly gather your things and head back towards the lab with him. “Cutting it a bit close this time, aren’t we?” He groans as he walks alongside you down the hall. “There’s just been a lot happening at once recently, alright? Besides, they’re only coming by to talk to Mel today, the actual presentation from our side isn’t for a few days.”

He holds the door to the lab open for you and you quickly thank him as you duck inside, immediately zeroing in on the man sat at one of the desks, furiously scribbling into one of his notebooks. Greeting him happily, he replies with, “Ah, you’re back. Hand me those notes you took with you.” Jayce digs through his pile of papers for said notes and leaves them on the desk before coming to stand beside you. “Does he— Has it resgistered with him that I’m here…?” You’re trying your damn hardest not laugh as you pass a sandwich from your bag to the tall brunette; he shrugs while unpacking it. “Eh, maybe. 50/50 chance.” He takes a quick bite and then calls out to his partner again. “Hey V, your lover’s here.”

“That’s great, Jayce.��� Deadpan, monotone. So Jayce ups the ante. “Yeah, we thought we’d maybe go on a date later? Or better yet, we skip that and just do it on a desk right here, you don’t mind, right?” A dismissive wave of a slender hand. “Yes, yes, whatever you want.” And you’re laughing while Jayce fondly shakes his head and continues to eat. Grabbing a thermos, you also snatch one of the stools scattered across the room and drag it over to where Viktor’s sitting. You sit down beside him, unscrew the bottle and pour some of the steaming contents into the empty mug still in front of him, then settle down sideways on the desk, arm tucked under your head for comfort as you watch him.

5 seconds. 4. 3. 2. 1. And there he is; blinking as the smell hits him and draws him out of his own little world. Works every time. You snort as he reaches for the mug. “At least now I know where I stand - and it’s below the sweetmilk. Disappointing, not surprising.” He startles, not really expecting anyone else in the lab, much less so close to him, eyes locking onto you and his gaze immediately grows soft. Mumbling apologies, his hand finds the back of your neck, practiced fingers drawing familiar patterns into the skin as he presses a quick kiss to your temple. Placated for now, you get back up on your feet and hug him from behind, arms around his shoulders and lips next to his ear. “How is the most handsome man in Piltover today?”

“Bone tired. But you knew that already, I guess. Pretty good, considering the stress, but it’s all gonna be worth it when—“ he cuts himself off when he finds two sets of judgemental eyes with raised brows on him, matching expressions conveying clear amusement. “And you were talking to Viktor.” Snickering, you answer, “Yes, Jayce, I was talking to the man I’ve been dating for months. I can see how you got confused though, considering our earlier bit. And I’m glad to hear you’re doing well, all things considered, but maybe some rest isn’t the worst idea? Get your mind working properly again?” And because the poor man doesn’t feel bad enough yet, Viktor brings a hand to his heart, clutching at his chest in mock offense and chimes in with, “Oh don’t be too hard on him, we can’t blame him; it’s only natural he’d assume you’re talking to him. Who would ever look at me when Piltover’s very own golden boy is in the room?”

Jayce opens and closes his mouth, failing miserably at trying to come up with a retort; both of you grinning at him like cats playing with their favorite toy, so he simply throws up his hands in surrender and settles on: “Oh, you both suck. You deserve each other.” Still laughing, you plant a quick kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek and then walk back over to the table where you left your bag, intending to grab his lunch. Not that you get very far, as the very familiar handle of a cane loops around your waist and drags you backwards in stumbling steps and before you know it you land in Viktor’s lap with an ‘Ooff!’

“And where do you think you’re going?” he complains, trapping you with him, arms tightly wound around your middle. “To get your food so you actually have the energy to go home with me?” You can feel the protest coming before he even opens his mouth and you’re absolutely not having it right now, not with the way he currently looks. “Darling, your eyebags have eyebags, you’re already about halfway out of your clothes and quite frankly, you reek. So you’re coming home with me, you’re gonna take a bath and then a nap and you’re not gonna argue about it. I just saw the presentation on your current project; it’s perfectly fine, your work is done and you have no reason to stay cooped up in here any longer today.” Tired, amber eyes blink at you owlishly several times before he cocks his head to the side and a sultry smile tugs at his lips and you curse yourself for not just slapping your hand over his mouth when you’d had the chance. “And when do we get to the part where I get to have you for dessert?” An eye roll at his boldness. “Maybe we can talk about it after your nap. Maybe.” His nose wrinkles in disapproval and he buries his face in the crook of your neck before you can stop him, warm breath fanning across your neck, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake when he speaks again. “Eh, I do not like that order.” You just barely manage to tangle your fingers into his hair and forcefully tug his head back before he manages to sink his teeth into the column of your throat. “Viktor…” you warn, only halfheartedly. He’s even worse of a menace than usual when he’s sleep deprived and you know that. You should know that. And yet you still make the mistake of looking at him.

With the first few buttons of his shirt undone, vest and tie discarded long before you even came into the picture, strands of his chestnut hair sticking up in every direction, partly courtesy of your fingers still keeping his head in place, and pupils blown so wide there’s only a thin ring of gold left, he damn well looks like you’ve already done something indecent. The ‘What…?’ he whispers is perfectly innocent, while the smile on his pretty lips is perfectly sinful. Your lover turns your brain to mush more often than you’d like and he likes to do it at the most inopportune of times. Unintentional, of course, he’d assured you. Right.

“Oh for the love of— I’m still here!” It’s your saving grace, the reboot your brain had sorely needed. “There are times when I liked it better when you two weren’t dating, do you know that?” You get your feet back on the floor and yourself off Viktor’s lap as you teasingly shoot back with, “And do you know that you get mean when you’re sleep deprived? You had a good hand in getting us together, you know, you’re only reaping what you sowed.”

Jayce flips you off with an equally teasing, gap-toothed grin, and of course that’s the exact moment the heavy doors open and Mel walks in. The three of you scramble to look at least somewhat professional in the young councilor’s presence, which includes Jayce immediately shoving his hands behind his back and you putting a good distance between you and Viktor by meandering back over to the table with your things, luckily positioned in a back corner of the lab mostly hidden by machinery, so you simply try to make yourself as invisible as possible; her visit always means business and that really has nothing to do with you, so you try to stay out of it to the best of your abilities.

“Councilor! I didn’t expect you today, what can we do for you?” She trails an elegant hand along one of the desks as she answers Jayce. “Oh nothing much. Your next potential investors were wondering if they could maybe sneak a peak at what they might be investing in.” The two scientists exchange quick glances. “With all due respect, our presentation wasn’t supposed to be until later this week. And to be honest we’re in no shape—“ She interrupts him with a call of his name, soft and amused and the air in the room becomes lighter, less professional. “Their little one asked to see the lab, that’s all. She was quite excited about the entire prospect of you two making actual magic happen here.” Viktor’s shoulders slump in relief as Jayce laughs lightly. “O-oh that’s… yeah, sure, why not.” Mel nods in thanks and then returns to the door, inviting the people waiting inside.

What happens next is mostly political pleasantries and introductions being exchanged, so you don’t really pay much attention, except… you know these voices. At least, you’re fairly certain you do, even if your mind can’t place them in this very moment. Trying to inconspicuously steal a glance at the visitors, you peek around a corner of machinery. You can’t see much, with their backs turned to you; two human adults with graying hair, in fine clothes, adorned with gold and jewels, and a little bouncing ball of energy hopping around them, trying to take in everything in the lab all at once.

“Mama, Papa, look! What’s that? And what do you use this for? Oh, why do you have that thing?”

A soft chuckle.

“My, your mind is as insatiable as always isn’t it, dear?”

And the glass bottle in your hands slips from your fingers and shatters into a thousand little pieces on the floor.

Mama, Papa, look! I’ve never seen any food like that! What do you think it tastes like? Can we get this back home, too?

My, your mind is as insatiable as always isn’t it, dear?

The blood’s roaring in your ears, ‘Oh that’s just a friend who brought over some food, nothing to worry about’ the last thing you hear from Jayce before the rest of the world gets drowned out. You’re on your knees, gathering glass shards in mechanical movements as your heart rate picks up enough for it to be considered worrisome. No matter how hard and deep you gulp down air, it can’t seem to fill your lungs and your breaths turn sharp, shallow, gasping.

Meanwhile Viktor is drumming his fingers against the wood of the desk in irritation and anxiety and the very instant these people are out the door, he’s up and walking across the room. Something’s wrong with you; he can’t explain it, but he’s absolutely certain nonetheless. As he rounds the corner of the lab equipment you’re hiding behind, his stomach drops and the breath almost gets knocked out of him.

Blood. All over the floor, smeared over your thighs and dripping from your trembling hands, glass shards clutched between your fingers. He shouts for Jayce to get the first aid kit immediately and then he’s down on the ground with you, desperately pleading with you to open your hands and let go. But it’s like you can’t even see him, much less hear him; breaths barely a shivering wheeze and glassy, unfocused eyes staring off into nothing. If he forces your palms open he’s only going to hurt you and himself, so he brings his hand to the back of your neck instead, gently coaxing you to him and leaning his forehead against yours; whispering quiet reassurances to you, hoping to pull you back from whatever dark place you slipped into.

“It’s okay, miláčku, you’re okay.”

“I’m with you, you’re not alone.”

“Breathe, please just breathe for me, my love.”

It takes several long, agonizing minutes, but your breathing slowly returns to normal and you finally unclench your hands, glass still sticking to your tender, bloody skin. Blinking, your eyes swim back into focus and you can’t remember how exactly you ended up on the floor, or why you feel so exhausted and light headed. Or why Viktor’s kneeling on the ground in front of you, looking like he just witnessed his very own personal hell play out in front of him; Jayce standing a few feet behind him with the first aid kit in his hands, equally concerned and horrified.

“V-Vik…?” you whimper and that’s when the pain finally hits and your gaze falls to the bloody, disgusting mess that is your hands and the sobs and tears start before the situation fully registers.

The both of them get you up and sitting on the nearest desk, Viktor next to you with an arm around your shoulders and your head nestled in the crook of his neck, tears staining his shirt as he shushes you gently. Jayce gets to work on your hands in the meantime, picking out glass shards from your skin with a pair of tweezers as carefully as possible. By the time he’s applying disinfectant to your wounds and starts slowly wrapping them in gauze, the lab’s silent except for your quiet hiccups. Gingerly, apologetically, Viktor makes you sit up so he can get a look at your face and while he doesn’t necessarily like what he finds, eyes red and puffy and glassy, still with the same empty faraway look from earlier, he deems it safe enough to question you. “Darling, can you tell me what happened…?” You open your mouth, you want to answer, but try as you might, nothing comes out. So he helps you along. “Did you know the people who were here?” A nod.

Jayce knows about the… unique circumstances you’d had to endure when you first came to Piltover. Not in as much detail as Viktor, he assumes anyways, but he’s your friend and you’d confided in him about it long ago. And with his partner’s usually sharp mind clouded with worry, he’s the one that connects the dots first. Not that it makes getting the question out any easier, so when he speaks it’s slow and hesitant. “Were they… were they some of the people that… bought you when you were a kid…?” To his surprise, or maybe relief, he’s not sure, you shake your head no. Short lived relief as your answer makes his blood turn to ice. “They’re the people that sold me in the first place…”

“Those were… those were your parents…?” Jayce asks carefully as he finishes wrapping up your hands and you don’t actually answer his question, only mumble to yourself under your breath, and what he manages to hear breaks the inventor’s heart. “They have a kid… they have a kid…”

In direct opposition to his partner, Viktor’s blood is boiling. If you weren’t entirely reliant on him to keep you upright at the moment, he would be out of the lab and after your birth parents already. And it’s not hard to tell what he’s thinking, with the sharp, deadly glare directed at the door, so Jayce calls his name. No reaction. Again. Same result. Third time’s the charm, this time a bit louder, with more force behind it, and the Zaunite’s narrowed golden eyes flit from the doors to his fellow scientist. He’s gotten up from the stool he’d been on to treat your wounds, now packing up the medical supplies and subtly inclines his head towards you. “Someone should get them to a doctor. And then home. And stay with them.”

The raging fire in Viktor dies down to flickering embers as he takes in your trembling, hunched over form, little whimpers still leaving your lips every once and again. “Of course…” he replies and he could kick himself. Of course. You’re in pain, you’re suffering and you need him right now. Whatever he might think of your birth parents, however much he’d like to throw some choice words on your behalf at them, your wellbeing comes first. So he ushers you to your feet, arms linked and starts steering you towards the exit. Jayce’s ‘Keep me in the loop, okay?’ receives a decisive nod right before the doors close behind you both.

It’s a few hours and a doctor’s visit later that you’re settled into your bathtub, back pressed against Viktor’s chest and hands stretched out in front of you to examine them in all their bandaged glory. Nothing vital had been injured, thankfully, a bit of rest and some medicine and you’d be good as new. “This is ridiculous.” you complain in a huff, pushing some wet strands of hair out of your face. “I was supposed to be taking care of you.” His arms tighten around your middle in response, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “I am overworked. You had a panic attack and accidentally sliced your hands open. Which one of those sounds like it should be higher up on our list of priorities, hm?” Unconvinced, you grumble further objections under your breath and poke at one of the dwindling bubbles in the steaming water, careful not to get your hands wet, lest you need to re-wrap them again this evening. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that… I’m not usually—“

“Stop.” He silences you with a kiss to your jawline. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m just sorry you had to go through that in the first place.” With a defeated sigh, you scoot down further into the tub, nestling into his embrace and nosing at the slope of his neck. Silence falls between you for a while, except for the soft music from your phonograph over in the other room. You haven’t talked about anything that has happened and he hasn’t pried, hasn’t pushed and you know he won’t. Just like you know that you probably should talk about what’s weighing down on you so heavily. “Their kid. She seemed… happy. Well taken care of.” Ah, right, that’s why you’d refused to talk. You’re already crying again, swallowing around the growing lump in your throat. “Which means they can be good parents. Nurturing. Kind. They just couldn’t be that for me.” A sobbing hiccup is a precursor of what’s to come. “Why— Why couldn’t they just be that for me?!” You curl in on yourself, tucked against his chest, dissolving into a whimpering, crying mess. He stays mostly silent through it, only comforting little nothings between soft kisses against your skin. He waits for you to calm down, quiet sniffles the only thing left of your outburst, before he speaks. “It is not your fault, my light. They’re the fools who never gave you the love and care you deserved and in turn gave up the chance to see the wonderful person you would become.”

The grief and pain in your chest slowly turns into something else entirely; bitter and ugly and hateful.

“I want them to see. I want them to see what I accomplished, the person I turned into, without their help. In spite of what they did to me. I want them to look at me and recognize that they messed up; groveling and begging for forgiveness that I won’t grant.” And a part of you does want that, more than anything. Wants to see them humiliated and crying and broken, just like they left you once, long ago. But that’s just one part of you. Another one thinks of the little, bubbly, starry eyed girl you’d seen sprinting about the lab; happy and joyful to be experiencing, sharing, something new and exciting with her beloved parents. A heavy sigh leaves you as realization which part of you will win out in the end hits. “But it wouldn’t change anything. The only thing it would accomplish is ruin the image an innocent girl has of her parents. It would change things for her, not for me or for them. I’d be destroying the foundation parents are supposed to be for their children and it would make me just like them.”

“You’re a stronger person than I ever could be. If not for you and Jayce, I would’ve gone after them today. Given them a piece of my mind.” A kiss to his pulse point. “It’s the thought that counts. Besides, there was a time when I would’ve needed them in my life. Not anymore. I had a parent; a dad who raised me and supported me and gave me all the love and care I ever needed. And while he might not be around anymore, I still have people who love me. That’s more than enough.”

What you’re about to say next doesn’t come as easily to you; it’s inappropriate and you hate the fact that you even consider asking, but not mentioning it at all doesn’t sit right with you either. “Viktor, I… I don’t wanna ask this of you, I shouldn’t be. It’s presumptuous and selfish and my personal life shouldn’t be interfering with your work, but… please, just…” You can’t bring yourself to actually finish that sentence, not that you really have to, you both know what you’re implying. He doesn’t immediately reply, you don’t expect him to and you definitely don’t expect him to agree. What you’re asking is audacious at best, downright offensive at worst and you wouldn’t blame him if he got upset with you over it. What happens instead leaves you utterly baffled, because he carefully takes hold of one of your hands and presses a light kiss to the bandaged knuckles and says, “I still remember the last time I saw you when we were kids, you know.”

“You came bounding down to the riverbed, almost tripping over your own feet, yelling my name and waving your hands. Telling me all about how your parents were gonna take you to Piltover for the first time the next day. How you were gonna try every food you’d be able to get your hands on. How you were gonna bring me back a new toolbox. Gods, you were so excited, you were glowing.” A fond, soft chuckle. “I want a future where every child in Zaun can look and feel like that all the time. That’s the kind of future I want to create with Hextech. People like your parents, who will sell their own flesh and blood, who will sell Zaun’s future, for their own gain? They will not be a part of that. Not as long as I have a say in anything Hextech. So please don’t worry.”

Water splashes over the edges of the tub as you shift, straddling him and cupping his face. With glassy eyes and shaky breaths, you bring your forehead to his and whisper your thanks. He gently takes a hold of your forearms as he speaks. “Not for this. Not for anything that has transpired today.” Shaking your head slightly in disagreement, you grab one of his wrists and leave a kiss on his palm. “Yes, for this. For everything you did today. I’d never take that for granted, I’d never take you for granted, but I feel like I don’t actually tell you enough. How glad I am that I have you. How happy it makes me that you decided I’m the person you’d like to share your life with. How fortunate I consider myself to be with someone I can always rely on, no matter what.” His eyes seem to glow in the candlelight, warm honey taking you in with pride and affection as he moves his arms to wrap around you in a loose hug. “I hope you know that feeling’s mutual.” Humming in acknowledgment, you manage to ignore the part of you that disagrees with him. That little, nasty voice in the back of your head is always there, but it’s been getting quieter in recent months, easier to handle. So instead of questioning yourself and wether you truly are a support for him as much as he is for you, you kiss the mole under his eye, run your nose along his sharp cheekbone, press another kiss to the mole right above his mouth and then your lips finally find his, sweet and chaste. “Yeah, I know…” you mumble and kissing becomes virtually impossible with how much he’s smiling so you pull back with an overly dramatic huff to pout.

“So, considering the day did not at all go as planned and your precious order of things got… eh, kicked right out the window: Have you changed your mind on dessert yet?” Truly, it takes you a few very long seconds. It’s the suggestive raise of a thick brow that finally makes all the pieces click into place and the flush of your skin can’t be attributed to the hot water alone anymore as you try to dunk him for that. When that doesn’t work, you settle for splashing him instead, wet bandages and bathroom floor be damned, and try as you might to seem offended, you’re smiling and laughing right along with him. “Oh so that was your intention all along? You’re a fiend; a vile, treacherous fiend, Viktor.” He manages to get a careful hold of your flailing hands, before you hurt yourself further, with one of his own, using the other to push wet hair back and out of his face, some droplets still clinging to his long lashes as he grins up at you. “You wound me, my love, I would never. My only intention with this was to make you laugh. Is that truly such a vile and treacherous deed?”

You’re left gawking at him in awe, because even after all this time, you still can’t fully comprehend how well he knows you. “Well…?” A slender finger pokes your cheek. “Am I still the villain?” Of course he’s not. He never could be. Not in your story, anyways. But you and your wounded pride aren’t quite willing to admit that yet. So you turn your gaze away, cause you can’t possibly stay even fake mad at him if you have to look at his stupid face with that crooked grin you adore so much, before you answer. “Yes, yes you are. A devious, troublesome, terribly handsome—“ Your face scrunches up in annoyance; at yourself and your brain’s inability to function properly around this man and the bastard actually has the audacity to laugh at you while he hugs you closer and tucks his head under your chin so you can’t get another opportunity to soak him yet again. You loop your arms around his shoulders and bury your hands in his hair and fiddle with the wet strands instead.

“Eh, well, at least I’m your villain. For as long as you’ll have me.”

Your hold on him tightens, the grip on his hair almost painful, your answer immediate and certain. “Always. I… I’ll always want you. Villain or not.” A tad much maybe, a little silly, you’re only joking around after all, but you can’t help it. You have the love of your life right here in your arms, of this you’re certain, and as long as he still wants you in return, you don’t plan on letting him go. And you’d take any chance to tell him as much.

He doesn’t seem to see it as too much or silly, though. Not with the way he presses a lingering kiss to your chest, right where he can feel your fluttering heartbeat under your wet skin and hums in contemplation and gratitude. “The rest of the world can have me as their villain, as long I get to have you in return.” Carding your fingers through his hair softly, he receives a small chuckle as his answer. “Silly. You already have me.” You use the fingers already tangled in his chestnut locks to tip his head back and get his eyes on you, beautiful amber like a warm, familiar fire. “I’m yours, now and always. And nothing is ever going to change that.”

“Nothing…” he echoes, gaze already on your lips. The kiss is passionate, loving and oh so tender. A newfound promise between lovers, sealed to last an eternity.

[eccentricallygothic]

please i need a pedri fanfic where his gf gets horny in public and starts teasing him until he takes her somewhere private and fucks her

I love your stories theyre amazinggg

I am (was) on my period hence huge feelies so I added those to this because I am very tender on Pedri as it is. I also see him as a very dominant and caregiving person as well as lover so I hope you don't mind what I've made of your request and enjoy it <3

| Unusual |

Pairing: Bf!Pedri | Gf!You. 

Warning(s): Smut with plot, unprotected p-in-v, d/s undertones (it's literally Pedri), m!dom, f!sub, Daddy kink, suggestive exhibitionism, doggy style, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, creampie, marking, Pedri calling you vida because I am very fond of that idea, caring Pedri, he's also intimidating bc he's Pedri.

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Pedri sighs as he arrests your impish wrist in his hand for the umpteenth time today and peels it off his thigh before carrying it back to your knee. 

"Vida…" Usually, a stern look is enough for you to mend your ways and start behaving yourself, but today seems to be the day where you decide to grow immunity towards his warnings.

And it usually never comes down to this tone of his because it hardly ever means anything ideal for you. 

But you just can't keep your hands to yourself today. 

You whine under your breath when he resumes his conversation with Gavi; one of his best mates, again. When you are still not paid the attention that you so desperately crave, you sigh and glance around the table at everyone present. 

It is a boring Saturday lunch that the two of you are having with some of your boyfriend's club mates and their girls. You are not to be taken the wrong way. These kinds of things are usually quite fun for you. 

The keyword is usually. 

Because the exception is days when your mind cannot think of anything other than your man's cock while your insides burn. 

The past week was a busy one for Pedri and you are a good girlfriend so you patiently waited, thinking he was gonna give you what you needed most on the night of the big game when he wouldn't have anything left to worry about for a while after. But he was so exhausted when he got home last night that you postponed the fulfillment of your need for the next morning. 

Except, you woke up to your love making breakfast and then informing you over it that the boys had invited you two for lunch. If that wasn't messy enough, he had had some errands to run before said lunch which further crushed any hopes of something quick as well. 

And now, here you are. 

Frustrated, on edge, excited beyond measure, moody, iffy and extremely noncompliant. 

Then, on top of it all, the food is taking forever and the conversations are way too mundane for you; a horny girl who was busy needily ogling at her boyfriend. 

It isn't your fault, really. He looks too fucking great to resist. You know a shave is probably coming and you love him either way but Pedri looks just so hot with the light stubble a few days of negligence has caused on his handsome face. Then his thick dark hair rests on his forehead in the most perfect way as his naturally stern eyes move along with his strong, manly hands each time he makes a gesture. And the way his lips move when he speaks… Your thighs clench at the memories of all the times they have been between them.  

You break against your forced resolve once more when he hums along to whatever Ferran is saying and leans in your direction to pour you a glass of water to drink because you can not track your hydration to save your own life. The sheer dominance in the way he does not break his conservation even once but places the Tumblr in front of you causes a wave of burning hot love to wash over you and then you just can't take it anymore. 

Where you had played with his fingers, snuggled into his arm, groped his thigh and then stroked his leg with your foot before, you think fuck all and 'drop' your napkin which just happens to fall between his feet. 

"Woopsie" of course, Pedri knows you are up to no good when you bend down to 'fetch' it and place your hand on his knee for support. You take your time with 'finding' said napkin and your hand shamelessly trails to his dick in the meantime, hurriedly taking a fat, mighty squeeze before your claw can be pried off its prey. 

Your boyfriend has realized by now to not expect anything innocent from you today because although you are the shy one between the two of you usually, your antics since the moment you took your seats have been of the naughty sort. 

Today is a very unusual day indeed. 

Pedri stills and stops mid sentence, his whole body stiffening as he realizes what is happening. Your party grows concerned over his sudden silence and his ears redden at the awareness of you not coming back up, instead choosing to remain 'searching' for your napkin while clinging your fingers to his now hard cock like your life depends on it. 

"Oh" but of course, the young man is much stronger than you and so your hand is easily manhandled into his. "I see" he pretends as though you have said something to him before standing up and facing your lunch companions. "She needs my help navigating the place for a restroom, we will be right back" the way he cares for you like one would a child is nothing weird for your close friends and family anymore. Pedri helps you out with the smallest of things and the most basic of tasks and that is just the dynamic the two of you share. 

However, there is nothing tender in the way he drags you behind him with a firm hold on your wrist. You whimper when you are taken to a deserted hallway and then pushed into some sort of a cctv-less maintenance room because unless Pedri wants whatever he is about to do to you playing on every other news channel by the evening's end, this would have to do for now. 

"Tsk, tsk, vida" you gulp as you blink repeatedly to get your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. The door slowly clicks shut behind you and you feel your shoulders jump at the sound due to how quiet it is otherwise. You want to turn around and face your lover, perhaps inquire why he's done what he has done but you're both too intimidated and excited to do so. 

Before you can decide what you want to do, his arms snake around your waist from behind to press your back into his chest as his lips brush against your ear. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" A shudder sets off in your bones as his hands begin to re-explore the bumps and crevices of your body. 

You instantly relax in his embrace and crane your neck backwards to lean your head against his shoulder. "I- I dunno…" The two of you move in a sync and his lips find the crook of your neck. "W- What are you going to do with me…?" Though you intend for your words to be one of fear and panic, what ends up dripping from them is pure excitement. 

Pedri groans before your body is pushed up against the many shelves that are mounted on the middle wall that you face. "I think a lesson in basic manners is a good place to start with" you try your best to feign consternation but the eager way in which you fold your arms over one of the shelves and spread your legs as your boyfriend raises the hem of your skirt from behind gives your intentions away. 

"Oh, no!" Yet you push on; so frustrated and needy at this point that any touch from him is good touch for you.

Pedri clicks his tongue before squeezing your panty clad cheeks. "I spoil you too much, don't I, vida?" You let out a soft sound that you subconsciously make when thinking but your boyfriend cuts off your thought process with a loud slap that catches both your cheeks at once. 

"Ow!" You found out just a few days into dating him that he was much stronger than you with how effortlessly he lifted heavy things and manhandled you when you got more comfortable around each other. So it always hurts like a bitch when he's in a reproachful mood. 

"Already?" He taunts you mockingly and lands another mean spank on your buzzing cheeks. "But vida," your eyes flutter close and you have to slither in a heavy gasp when he drapes himself over you from behind, one hand tracing its way up your side to palm one of your boobs, "I haven't even started with you yet." 

"Hnnng, please!" You push your ass backwards to try and turn him on. That is when you realize that he is rock hard already. 

Well, that explains the edge in his usually calm and collected tone. 

"Being a fussy little brat throughout breakfast" two slaps on each cheek. "Refusing to get out of the shower" you hadn't even realized that you had started 'bratting' out of your ire. You whine and bounce as he settles upon a rhythm. "Scrolling your silly little social media instead of getting ready for lunch" he suddenly yanks your panties off and despite the sting in your backside, you feel your needy hole clench before releasing a thick blob of pure hot arousal. "And then behaving like a perverted little maniac throughout–" the sound that the meeting of his unforgiving fingers with your nether lips -due to the gap that your squirming has caused between your thighs- creates is stunning enough to momentarily mum your boyfriend who is usually a composed know-it-all. 

"Hm~!" The sound is tugged out from deep within your vocal cords. Your knees tremble when you feel Pedri's prying fingers worm their way between your crack before he spreads your privates out. 

"Geez, vida" his breath is hot on your pucker and the snort he lets out when the sensation causes it to clench unconsciously makes blood rush to your face. "I know you're a horny little thing but fuck have you made a mess?" He can act as judgemental as he wants but you know that he loves every little drop of the need that he makes you feel. 

Which is all the time. 

You pout and instinctively push yourself closer to his face. "N- Need you… D- Daddy…" 

"Need me?" Your teeth trap your bottom lip between them when you feel one of his thumbs inch closer to your sopping cunt. "Where do you need me, baby?" 

You whine as your forehead creases. "Y- You know where!" 

He chuckles. "I don't think right now is the time when you push your luck, vida" your features push themselves upwards when you feel the tip of his thumb graze against the outline of your pussy lips. You let out an icy whimper in response so he adds; "Come on, if you tell me how you need me I'll give it to you" though he pretends as though he is unaffected by the sight he faces, you can hear the agitated urgency in his voice.

Your hips timidly try to move against his finger that refuses to give you anything beyond enticing yet unfulfilling strokes over your squishy petals. "I- I… n- need you i- in…" You hear clinking behind you but you are too busy in your desperation to find something pleasurable in the thumb that presses against you. "Inm- mypussy,Daddy" the questioning hum that he lets out rings in your ear when he is behind you within the next second and the way in which his cock jabs its way through your eager entrance at the same time causes for your eyes to bulge out. 

"What was that, baby?" Pedri has to clamp one of his palms over your mouth to keep you from moaning out loud. The sudden bustle that sounds right outside the wardrobe as if on cue causes him to quickly pull back and fuck into you harder as you clench to aid him. It is greedy and rushed; the both of you aware of how you are dangling by a thin thread but the franticness to devour one another so extreme in your bodies that you want to finish before you are caught. 

It is the only goal. 

"I couldn't quite catch that" the way he roughly whispers in your ear to avoid detection from the manager who is busy barking orders at the staff outside while wrapping a hand around your hair has you arching your back as you get fucked into the shelf. When you refuse to respond, he has to add with a mean fondling of your boobs; "Come on, vida. Now you know better than to disobey Daddy when he can very easily destroy you for it" your lust-drunk body springs up in alarm. 

The executions of his threats are always deadly and edging is not even the last thing that you want right now. 

"I…" His cock is too pleasurable inside you as he pushes in before pulling out its length through your tight entrance with each speeding thrust, its girth putting the most knee weakening strain on the band of your pussy as his bulging veins and coarse edges rub against your sensitive walls in a way that causes your head to spin. 

Your head is yanked back by your hair. His lips ghost over the skin of your temple that gets overwhelmed by his irregular breathing. "Go on, vida. You're doing so well taking my cock" his other hand parts from your boobs to reach for one of your knees before it is bent to be propped against one of the lower shelves. Your mouth falls open and your eyes shut to clench themselves at how far up you feel him, his thick tip colliding with your special spot as a result. "Say it for me." 

"I- I need you i- in my pussy, Daddy!" Your cry is rather loud but neither of you are in the mind to care about that anymore. Your hips tighten when the snapping of his hips escalates to full on pounding and the towels and little bottles placed on the shelves begin to rattle and tumble all over. "Always need you in my pussy, Daddy!" He rewards you with the dipping of his fingers between your thighs.

"Good girl" the digits easily find your squelching cunt and he uses his grip on your hair to pull your head to one side so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

The gliding of his fingers is too much for your desperately worked up and frustrated pussy to handle so when his hand uncurls from your hair to pinch one of your nipples while his teeth nibble on that one sensitive patch of your skin, you can't help but throw your head back to let out a gut wrenching moan. 

Your vision fills with neon colors and your hearing declines. The tension within your hips is pulled loose and heat surges through every single knot that has formed in your muscles over the week. Pedri's hot cum that fills you soon after is the perfect end and you finally feel in place after days. 

Sex has the opposite effect on the both of you; while it helps Pedri clear his head, yours gets fuzzy instead. So it is him who fixes you up when he decides that he is done with you for now. You meekly stand like a baby– his baby as he pats your disheveled hair down, adjusts your bra and mends your outfit to the best of his ability. 

"Look at the mess you have made, vida" you whine and snuggle into his chest so you can hide your flushed face when he points out the wreck that you two have made of the place. Pedri chuckles as he fishes out some compensatory money from his wallet and places the bills on one of the shelves before taking your hand in his and helping you walk back to the table as you happily waddle behind him, senses numb but relaxed. No one says anything or even acknowledges your long absence but they know.

The flaming red hickey on your neck is the evidence to their suspicions. 

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[yeonjisstuff]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Lazy morning - G.Satoru

ପ Gojo x fem!reader

summary: You and Satoru had planned a picnic date, but when the morning came, Satoru couldn't resist having a little taste of you instead.

contents: 18+, SMUT AHEAD, MDNI!!, established relationship, blowjob, p in v sex, safe sex, praise kink, breeding kink if you SQUINTT, Suguru is Gojo's roomie.

wc: 6,1k

a/n: holy fucking shit guys, this deadass took me two days to finish. I expected to finish it yesterday, but university is nibbling my ass so hard rn holy fuck.. anyway,, enjoy!!!

Years ago, you and satoru had always been that duo during highschool. Sure, the both of you were close with suguru and shoko, but satoru and you got along on another level. you had a special connection.

One special night, satoru decided to shoot his shot, asking you out after many years of pining, and you agreed to try this relationship thing out with the blue eyed asshat, Satoru Gojo.

Sunlight filtered the billowing curtains of Satorus room, soft noises of breathing and snoring filling the room. You awoke to a strong ray of sunlight, causing you to squint and rub your eyes. You looked down, only to see the sight of your lover, satoru, sleeping soundly on your chest with that stupid droopy look on his face that you loved so much. A stripe of drool could be spotted running down the corner of his lips, drying on your skin. You lazily reached to grab your phone, looking at the time. It was still early in the morning, but you and satoru had gone grocery shopping for a picnic the earlier day, which meant you had to get up now.

“Satoru…”

you whispered, nudging him softly, to which he only snored in response. You repeated what you just did, only for him to sleep through it.

“Satoru!!”

You yelled, smacking the poor mans cheek as you looked at him with an irritated expression.

His eyes shot open and he let out a pained groan while sitting up, his messy bedhead straying in every direction as the blankets fell to pool at his lap, looking back down at you as he rubbed his cheek (which was chipped with dry drool, by the way).

“The hell was that for...?”

He mumbled, looking down at you with an expression resembling a kicked puppy. You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with an amused expression before pulling out your phone, snapping a quick photo of him. He looked adorable with his shirt wrinkled, his eyes squinted as well as the small drool stain on his chin.

“We have to go out today, remember? Our picnic..”

You prompted, looking at him whilst propping yourself up on your elbow, giving him a tired smile. Satoru honestly didn’t want to go right now. He was wayy too tired, and now that he was really looking at you… he would definitely rather stay in bed. The way your tank top revealed your cleavage just right, your messy hair, and that sleepy look on your face.. god. Satoru wasn't even sure if the hard on he had right now was just his morning wood, or a boner he had developed just from simply looking at you.

Satoru groaned, rubbing his eyes as he looked at your phone you had just used to take a snapshot of him, pouting. “Why…”

His eyes glanced over your body before he let out a low grumble, taking in your messy look. It drove him insane.

“Why a picnic… can’t we just stay here? I don’t want to go out”

He whined, dramatically laying back down on the bed, mumbling to himself about stupid picnics as if he was some spoiled brat that didn't get what he wanted. You couldn't help but chuckle at his mini tantrum, causing him to turn his head, glaring at you with an offended expression

“What’s the matter?”

You asked, cupping his cheek and lightly nudging his head, wondering why he wanted to stay in so badly. you scooted closer to him, kissing his forehead before whispering gently against his skin

“We had planned this all day yesterday.. we even went grocery shopping to buy snacks for the picnic..”

He closed his eyes, enjoying your gentle touch and sweet kisses. The slight movement of your body against him sent pleasant chills up his spine, and also down his fully grown boner that had developed the second he laid his eyes on you. He opened one eye and looked up at you, a suggestive smirk growing on his face.

“But… we could stay here and snack on each other~”

He turned around, his front facing yours, eyes staring daggers into yours. his hands wandered up to your hips, gently pulling you closer against him as a sly smirk played on his full lips. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a disgusted frown

“You’re so gross, 'Toru..”you cringed, frowning at him and his flirty gestures before turning your back to him as you grabbed your phone

“all you ever think about is sex.." you complained. The both of you knew you were just kidding, simply teasing him, but it only motivated Satoru to try and convince you to engage in some morning action even more.

He grunted, pushing himself up on his elbows as he looked at you. He chuckled at the way you turned away from him, as if that would actually stop him.

“That’s not true…”

He scooted over towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing your back flush against his chest. He nuzzled his face into your neck, lips brushing against your skin. His teeth lightly nipped at your ear, his hand moving down to rest on your thigh.

“I think about other stuff too, not just sex…”

He mumbled against your ear as he began to trail gentle kisses along your neck. His hand lightly gripped your thigh, moving it to rest against his. His body pressed against yours, his breath hot against your skin. “Come on, baby. Don’t be angry at me…”

His hand gripped your waist a bit tighter, pulling you closer against him. He hummed as he looked at your face, bringing his lips to your jawline to press soft kisses on it. “I’ll do whatever you want if we stay in… I’m pretty sure we have everything we need here…”

“We don’t have condoms.”

you disclosed, reminding him that you had used the last one a few days ago, giving him a knowing smirk before turning around. you chortled at the sound of his annoyed groan, unlocking your phone as you started to scroll through social media.

He groaned, leaning his head against your shoulder as you reminded him that it was all gone. “Ughh!… how did we go through all of them already? I swear we bought two boxes…”

He looked over your shoulder, watching as you continued to scroll on your phone. His hand gently caressed your thigh, lightly gripping it from time to time. “Come onnn…” He whined, his hand moving up to rest on your hip that was bare due to the way your tank top was riding up your waist, revealing your abdomen. He knew how to pull your attention away from the phone, pressing his body flush against your back and leaning over to press kisses on your neck. His hand started to slowly trail upwards, gently rubbing your stomach as he slowly moved his hips against your ass.

“Satoru, we cant do it raw. I dont wanna take that risk again.”

you explained, your back still turned to him as you continued to scroll on your phone, not being in the mood for anything sexual at all.. yet.

He let out another whine, burying his face into the crook of your neck to continue leaving kisses against your skin. He knew it wasn’t the smartest idea to have sex without protection, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to try.

“Come on… I promise I’ll be careful.”

He begged in a whiny tone, his hand gently caressing your stomach.

“Satoru, no.” you retorted, scooting away from him incase he wanted to try anything. Satoru suddenly got an idea. His roommate, Suguru, maybe had a few rubbers stashed somewhere. It would be awkward to ask for them, but it would surely be worth it.

He grunted, annoyed at your stubbornness as you shifted away from him. Satoru of course understood why you didn't want to have sex, and he agreed with the fact that it was too risky to fuck raw while you weren't on any type of pill. He knew what he had to do in order to get the condoms. He let out a dramatic huff, sitting up in the bed with a pout on his face.

"Goddd.. I guess I'll go talk to Suguru..."

He mumbled to himself as he looked at you for a few seconds before getting up and grabbing a pair of pants.

You turned around with a confused expression, watching him pull on his sweatpants before walking out of the room with his messy hair. you shrugged, turning back to your phone with a yawn

Satoru walked down the hall, his bare feet quietly padding against the wooden floor as he approached Suguru’s door. He knocked a few times, waiting for the other man to respond.

Suguru groggily approached the door, opening it to reveal his disheveled appearance. He looked at Satoru with a perplexed expression, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What is it...? It's so early.”

Satoru glanced at Suguru's messed up hair and tired appearance. He let out a little chuckle, leaning against the door frame. "Yeah yeah, I know it's early.. but I'm in a bit of a situation."

His eyes trailed away from suguru, awkwardly trying to find the right words to ask this question.

"Uh... you don't happen to have any condoms on you, do ya?"

satoru tittered, awkwardly twirling his thumbs

suguru's tired look turned into a glare, looking at satoru in disbelief as he realized what was going on right now.

“Satoru… are you fucking serious right now?”

he said, letting out a small snort in laughter as he shook his head, not believing what he just heard. Satoru's smirk grew wider as Suguru's expression became more incredulous. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the other man's response.

"Dead serious, man. Don't play dumb," he said with a hint of humor in his voice. "You know I'd never ask you if I didn't desperately need them."

“Yeah, whatever.”

he said, groggily turning around before walking back into his room, the sound of him shuffling his hand in his desk drawer filling the silence. Suguru returned, giving Satoru three foil packets of condoms. He looked at Satoru with his hand on the doorknob, still amused and repulsed by the whole situation.

“Don’t be too loud. I'm seriously trying to sleep.”

He glanced at Suguru with a sly grin on his face. "No promises.. but I'll try to keep it down."

Satoru smirked as he took the three foil packets from Suguru. "Thanks, man. You're a real lifesaver," he beamed before turning to head back to his room.

With that, he turned back around and made his way back to his room, excitement and anticipation building up in his chest.

He opened the door to the room and immediately his gaze landed on you. His heart rate sped up at the sight of you: messy hair, half-lidded eyes and the tank top you were wearing. He shut the door behind him, holding up the three foil packets as he approached the bed. "Guess who just got what he needed?"

you lazily turned around, rubbing your eyes as you looked at him in disbelief, realizing why he had to go and “talk to Suguru”

“….oh wow..”

He couldn’t hold back his smirk as he approached the bed, holding up the three packets between his fingers. "Yep," he said, his voice laced with a hint of smugness.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, setting the condoms down on the bedside table. "Our boy Suguru came through for me. He's a lifesaver."

you chuckled, rolling your eyes before placing your phone on the bed, crawling towards him before hugging him from behind. he had protection, so what was stopping you now? you could always go for a picnic later

“Oh yeah?”

you whispered, playing with the hem of his shirt as well as the strings of his sweatpants, your hand palming his bulge that had been painfully hard for a good fucking minute. He groaned, his body reacting immediately to your touch. His breath hitched as he felt your hand on the print of his cock, a chill running down his spine. He instinctively leaned into your touch, his head falling slightly forward as he let out a slow exhale, moving his hips up to your touch, desperately searching for more stimulation.

"Nnghh... yeah," he managed to say, his voice a bit shaky. "He just wanted us to keep it down while he tried to sleep."

you smirked at his words, licking a stripe up the side of his neck

“Hmm.. we can make that happen, right?”

you asked, crawling off the bed before settling between his legs, lowering yourself so you were on your knees, looking up at him and resting your cheek on his thigh.

He let out a low, guttural moan as you moved between his legs, his brain already starting to fog over as he looked down at you. The sight of you on your knees, gazing up at him, was incredibly hot.

He leaned back a bit, bringing a hand down to caress your cheek before resting it in your hair. "Yeah... we can make that happen," he breathed out, his voice thick with desire.

He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as you settled yourself between his legs. The way you looked up at him, as if you were silently begging for permission, drove him wild.

He gently ran his hand through your hair, his thumb tracing along your lower lip. "Go ahead, baby," he said softly, giving you a slightly cocky smirk that made his pretty features all the more tempting. "Take what you need."

you smiled at him before eagerly pulling down his boxers and sweats in one go, helping him get his clothes off as he kicked the fabric off from his feet. you took a second to admire the sight of his rock hard cock, his pretty veins complimenting the shaft, as well as his pretty, pink tip that was already leaking pre. Satoru leaned back on his elbows, his eyes trained intently on your every move, his hand finding its way to your hair before grabbing a good fistful of it, silently requesting for you to suck his dick already. you slowly wrapped your lips around his tip, whimpering from the taste of his precum. The feeling of your voice vibrating against his sensitive cock almost sent him through the roof, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows while you were looking up at him with those needy eyes, feeling his hand gripping your hair tighter as he let out a moan of what seemed like relief.

As soon as you took all of him in your mouth, his head fell back as he let out a low moan, his hand in your hair tightening even more.

"Oh, fuuuuck" he groaned, his voice low and breathy. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, the feeling of your lips and tongue driving him wild.

He couldn't help but watch you with a mix of awe and desire, his grip on your hair firm and possessive. "c'mon baby, move that tongue for me, yeah?"

You were already on it, lathering his cock in your saliva, causing satoru to let out some stifled moans, desperately trying to keep quiet. He was already bucking up his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag on him which only made him moan more.

You pulled away from his cock, a pop noise emitting from your lips as you took him in your hand, stroking his dick in a decent pace

“You’re not gonna cum already, are you?”

You whispered, bringing your tongue back to the slit on his tip. Satoru’s eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head, and you couldve sworn you heard the sound of satorus hand pulling a few hairs out of your head. His grip was deadly. [a/n:💀]

He shook his head, his hand still in your hair as he tried to steady his breathing. He looked down at you with a lazy smirk, letting out a sharp breath before talking "H-hell no.. not yet" he panted out, his voice strained.

He tried to keep himself still, but your tongue teasing him made it increasingly difficult to hold back. "Fuck... you're just so good at this..."

His eyes were half-lidded as he looked down at you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale, as well as his hand that was tangled in your hair starting to push you more and more down, your nose meeting his barely grown white tufts of hair, the smell of musk and cum filling your nostrils.

You pulled away again, mumbling a silent “take your shirt off” before you took your own tank top off, leaving you only in your panties, your beautiful body on display for satoru. Satoru's breath hitched as you told him to take his shirt off, his body eager to be skin to skin with you. He quickly obliged, pulling the garment over his head, revealing his toned chest and abdomen, a few scars here and there, which only made him sexier in your opinion. His hand went back to your head as he forced his cock back into your throat, bucking his hips up against your mouth, causing you to choke a little.

With you now almost naked, he couldn't help but shiver with excitement. When he felt you choke on his cock again a little as he bucked his hips up, he couldn't help but let out a low, guttural groan. He could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat every. Fucking. Time. And it brought him to shambles. He couldn’t think straight because of how good your mouth felt.. awee ;(

"You're driving me insane.... nghh... so fuckin’ sexy..." he grunted, his hand in your hair tightening as he tried to hold back from cumming down your throat right then and there. He continued to look down at you with darkened eyes, watching your every move with a ravenous hunger.

His body was practically thrumming with tension, like a taut string on the verge of snapping. He was desperate to feel more, to feel closer, to feel complete.

After a few seconds, you decided that patience was not on your side anymore. You reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the condom packet and ripping up the wrapper before you rolled the lubricated latex down his hard, throbbing cock, causing him to inhale through his teeth. His eyes were on you the whole time as you worked the condom down his cock, his breath shaky as he spoke;

“Not gonna let me cum down your throat?”

Satoru asked, tilting his head and pouting as he subtly swayed his hips from side to side, making his length move along with him

“Don’t do that. you look stupid.”

You insulted, standing up and quickly sliding off your black lacy panties, hopping on the bed before laying on your back, reaching your foot out to poke his side a bit

“C’mon..”

Satoru shifted closer to you on the bed, his hand resting on your hip as he looked down at you.

“Calm down, pretty girl. Needa’ prepare you first.”

Satoru mumbled, kissing you down the valley between your breasts as he settled between your legs, one hand pressed against the mattress and the other massaging your soft tit. As he went lower, you quickly grabbed his wrist, refraining him from doing whatever he was planning on doing.

“Don’t have to, ‘toru. Please just come here..”

You whined, looking down at satorus playful expression. He moved back up again, kissing your cheek before moving to the side of your face, his breath tickling your ear

“Tell me what you want, baby..” He whispered, caressing your hip with such care, calming you down so you wouldn’t scold him for being such a tease like you always did. “Wan’ you t’fuck me good.. it’s been so long..” You whimpered out, wrapping your arms around him with a frustrated frown as you heard his soft chuckles. He shook his head, leaving another kiss on your cheek, then your neck, and then moving back up to kiss you on the lips. “It’s been three days..” He responded, nudging you teasingly, which only brought him that scolding from you that he was actively trying to avoid.. or maybe not. You were kinda cute when you got all pissed off, so maybe he wasn’t trying to avoid it at all.

“Satoru i swear if you don’t fuck me within the next three seconds, i will-“

You could only gasp as satoru rushed his cock into you, slamming his hips against yours as you cried out, your hand flying up to cover your mouth, remembering how satoru said you had to be quiet because of suguru. The house was quiet, incredibly quiet, which meant that everything could probably be heard, making it all even more nerve wrecking. Satoru let out a breathy moan as his head dropped to your shoulder, his breath shaky against your skin.

“You got what you wanted~ happy now?”

You couldn’t even respond. You were too busy adjusting to his size and the steady pace he was holding. You let out a muffled “mmph!”, your other hand clutching his back as a lump formed in your throat, already getting all overwhelmed from stimulation. The way this man fucked you was incredible. The best sex you’ve ever had was without a doubt with satoru. He knew your body like the back of his hand, hell, you didn’t even have to fucking tell him to angle his hips a certain way or touch you a certain place, because he was already doing it. Sometimes it was too much, even. he was just too good.

“S’fucking tight for me.. you okay baby?..”

He asked, knowing that the stretch could be uncomfortable at times. You brought the hand that was covering your mouth around his waist, shaking your head as you tried to speak without moaning or whimpering

“Y-yeah, so fucking good..” you silently muttered, grateful for the fact that you slept over at satorus last night so you could spend the morning with him like this. To hell with that picnic, this was so much better, in so many ways.

Satoru let out a low, guttural moan as he slowly pushed forward, his body becoming one with yours. The feeling was heavenly, driving him wild with need. He let out a shaky laugh at your whispered gratitude, his breath sounding ragged. "Mm, thas’ good. Taking my cock so well, pretty.." he praised, his voice coming out in a low, hoarse whisper.

Satoru took a moment to just breathe, his body tense as he savored the feeling of being inside of your wet, warm walls. He knew he wasn't going to last long, not with the way you looked and felt. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. "You feeling good, baby?" he asked, his voice ragged with need.

“Y-yeah, can you just.. pull the covers over us.. please..?” You asked, your thumb caressing his soft, pale cheek. It was quite a cold morning, and you wanted to be more comfortable. Not only that, but maybe, just maybe, the blankets could conceal the sound of the wet squelches that was coming from between the both of you, as well as your skin slapping together.

Satoru paused for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at your request. He nodded, understanding your need for warmth and comfort.

He reached for the covers, carefully pulling them over the both of you, enveloping your bodies in a warm and comfortable embrace. The feeling of the covers on top of you added a layer of intimacy to the moment, making Satoru's heart feel even fuller.

"Nice and warm~. That better?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.

You smiled at him, nodding while sighing. You appreciated satorus kindness during intimacy. It was always the small things that meant so much to you. Back in highschool, satoru seemed like such a pain in the ass. Who would’ve thought that he was such a sweetheart in bed? Satoru kissed you on the cheek in response to your nod, starting to gently move in a slow and sensual pace, causing you to let out a small whine. The pace was slow, yes, but every time his hips were flush against yours, he would press deeper into you, rolling his hips and stimulating your clit before repeating. He fucking loved the way your eyes would roll back, the way you’d hold onto him as he pressed into you, letting out sharp breaths and small wheezes. That was when he knew he was fucking you good. So good that you couldn’t even moan. So good that all you could do way lay there and take it.

Satoru couldn't help but smile at you, his heart swelling with affection at your expressions, knowing how good he was making you feel right now. He was glad to know that you were comfortable with him, that he was making you feel good. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your neck, feeling your skin against his lips made his heart flutter.

He began to move slowly, taking his time to savor this moment. The sound of your small whines and whimpers sent a wave of desire through him, making his body ache even more for you.

"God, you feel so damn good," he breathed out, his voice coming out in a low, breathy tone. He began to thrust faster, his body moving against yours in a quicker pace

He couldn't help but watch you, his eyes locked onto every little expression and movement. He was completely captivated by you, completely in love with you.

“D-dont look at me..mngh-“ you shyly whispered, draping your arm over your eyes as you turned your head to the side, lifting your knees up to your chest so satoru could get a better angle. The way he was staring into your eyes was too much for you to handle. You couldn’t help but shy away.

Satoru's lips curled up into a small smirk as he watched you cover your eyes, your shyness only adding to his desire. He knew he was affecting you, and he loved it.

As you lifted your knees up to your chest, he took the opportunity to change the angle, pushing deeper into your plush pussy that was already creaming around his cock. The move drew a low, guttural moan from him, his body responding to the new and better angle. He reached up to gently take your arm away from your eyes, wanting to see your face. "No, baby, I want to see you..." he murmured, his voice thick with need.

You cried out a loud moan, feeling him hit your sweet spot in the most delicious way. Satoru gently covered your mouth, causing you to look up at him with those doe like eyes that just screamed “fuck me!”. The sight of you like this sent satoru over the moon, but he knew you had to be quiet. The bed creaking was already enough noise, and satoru didn’t want to give suguru a show. Trying to keep his composure, Satoru leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. "Shhh, baby, you gotta be quieter, okay?"

You let out a small “mhm” against his hand, writhing underneath him as he kept thrusting in a steady pace, making you see stars. You let out cute little whines against his hand, wrapping your arms around him and feeling his back up, every muscle, every dip and scar on his skin.

He felt you wrapping your arms around him, your fingers tracing the dips and scars on his back, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He leaned in, his lips near your ear, his voice coming out in a rough whisper. “You’re so cute.. i love the way you look when you’re taking my cock.”

He loved teasing you, because all the reactions he’d get in return were the cutest, whether it was you being angry, or becoming shy. He adored you. He removed his hand from your mouth, bringing it down to your lower abdomen, pressing against your stomach. He let out a moan, a proud smile on his face as he threw his head back, feeling his own dick bulging in your belly. He looked back down at you, speaking against your sensitive ears.

“Y’feel that baby? You feel how my cock is plunging your stomach? You’re such a good girl~”

He continued to move, his body pressed closely against yours, his breath coming in low and ragged gasps. The sounds of the bed and the creaking of the floorboards were the only things in the air, each movement making them more prominent.

You were a dumb mess as he fucked you, slurred words spilling out of your lips as you moaned uncontrollably, not even trying to hold it back anymore.

“S-slow… go slow, ‘toru”

You whispered, letting out another whimper, to which satoru moaned in response, closing his mouth as he tried to keep them in, his brows furrowing as his eyes closed too. You wrapped your legs around him, the sounds of your skin slapping together becoming more loud as he started to get desperate

“S-satoru! I said slow.. nghh..”

Satoru did his best to slow down, his body trembling with the effort as he fought the overwhelming need coursing through him. Your whispers and moans were like music to his ears, but he focused on trying to keep his composure. He bit down on his lip in an attempt to keep any sounds in, his eyes closed tightly as he concentrated on following your command. But it was difficult, so damn difficult.

"Ungh... baby, I'm trying," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "But you feel so damn good... already fucking you dumb.. i dont wanna stop.."

He tried to keep his pace steady, but there was a feral need coursing through him, a need to lose himself in you, to give into the pleasure that was building up within him. It was a battle for him, a battle to stay in control, to not give in to his primal instincts. "Baby..." he repeated again, his voice coming out in a ragged whisper. "Please... I need you, baby. I need..."

He couldn’t even finish his fucking sentences anymore, his hips stuttering as the both of you moaned together. He desperately rubbed your clit, trying to keep the same pace so he wouldn’t make you loose track of your upcoming orgasm

“Come for me.. god im so close- mph!” You whined, the both of you starting to become more vocal. You were holding onto eachother for dear life, not caring about how loud the bed creaked or how loud the moans were. You could apologize to suguru later, but right now, everything felt too good.

Satoru's body trembled with the effort of holding back, his restraint hanging on by a thread. Your desperate pleas and your needy whimpers were driving him wild, making it nearly impossible for him to hold back any longer.

With each creak of the bed and each strangled moan that escaped his lips, Satoru's control was slipping away. He was at the end of his rope, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Your pussy was just too good. The way you fucking squeezed around him made him almost forget about the condom that was keeping you two from eachother. He was thrusting with more force now, long, steady strokes as he pressed you further into the mattress.

“Fuck baby, take this fucking load.. god.. take it..”

He slurred, too pussydrunk to even form a sentence. The sounds of your bodies intertwined and the creaking of the bed seemed to fill the room, each one driving Satoru closer to the brink of ecstasy. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on, his body and mind both overwhelmed with pleasure.

You felt the coil snap as heat gathered in your abdomen, your pussy squeezing his poor sensitive cock so hard. You could just feel your release oozing out of you, and you couldn’t stop moaning satorus name. Poor suguru. Satoru came shortly after, spilling into the latex, though he imagined that he was shooting his white ropes of cum into you, bullying his tip into your cervix so nothing would come out. Whimpers and moans filled up the room, or at this point, the house, as you shook in eachothers embraces, satoru weakly bucking his hips as he whimpered so cutely into the crook of your neck, feeling completely drained from energy as he slumped on top of your body. You let out an exhausted exhale, rubbing your forehead as you tried to catch your breath.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still trying to catch his breath as he let out a weak laugh. "Holy shit that was good, baby.." he managed to say, his voice ragged from the intensity of your experience. "You wore me out."

He lifted his head, his eyes locking with yours, a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion in his gaze. "You have no idea how much I needed that," he mumbled, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

He shifted his weight, rolling off of you to land beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. "God, I love you," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Sometimes i forget how exhausting sex is..” you breathed out, feeling the soreness kicking in, as well as the exhaustion. Satoru was very passionate in bed, but of course that had its downsides

“How are we gonna have a picnic now.. im all worn out..” you mumbled with a small pout

Satoru chuckled softly at your comment, his hand gently tracing small patterns on your back. He could tell that you were feeling sore and worn out, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for tiring you out so much.

"I'm sorry, baby, I got a little carried away," he apologized, his voice filled with a hint of guilt. "But to be fair, you wore me out too." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Maybe we'll have to save the picnic for another day. Today, we just need to rest." He pulled you closer, his arms encircling you in a protective embrace. He knew that he had probably pushed you a little too hard, and part of him felt bad for it. But another part of him was secretly glad that he had been able to satisfy you so thoroughly. It had been a few days since you guys got to cuddle like this, anyway. A lazy morning wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Satoru buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent and letting it wash over him. "You know, this just means we'll have more time to rest... and maybe a round two later," he teased, chuckling softly.

“Shut up” you cringed, quickly shutting down the idea and closing your eyes as you yawned. Satorus phone buzzed, the screen lighting up. He picked up his phone, seeing that it was a message from suguru.

Suguboo😛: What the fuck happened to keeping it down? Pretty sure the whole complex just heard you two.

the message written from suguru made satoru chuckle, pulling you closer to him before he typed a response.

Satoru chuckled as he read Suguru's message, a guilty expression on his face. He knew that you guys had probably been a bit too loud, but it was hard to restrain yourselves in the heat of the moment.

He typed out a response, his thumb moving quickly over the keyboard.

“Sorry about that. Things got a little rough. Hope we didn't ruin your morning too much.”

He sent the text and set the phone back down, his attention turning back to you. He looked down at you, his expression softening as he saw how worn out you looked.

He pulled you closer, gently rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. "Sorry for tiring you out so much, baby," he mumbled, his voice filled with a hint of guilt. "Maybe we'll have to tone it down next time."

“Mmm”

You hummed, nuzzling into him as you started to doze off.

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[cmdrfupa]

Former rivals now business partners, Toji and Kento have made it clear that two heads are better than one as they run the top boxing club in the city. But now you've made an appearance in their lives and the static from all those years ago may still feel as fresh as ever.

a/n: IDK. Happy Belated V-Day lol. I was in a silly goofy mood while writing this and now here we are. smut, fluff, toji and nanami. what a time

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The gym smelled like sweat, metal, and old leather—an oddly comforting mix as you stepped inside, taking in the rhythmic sounds of fists hitting heavy bags and the occasional grunt of effort. It wasn’t a commercial fitness center; no polished mirrors or spa-like amenities. This place had character. The kind of gym where people actually worked, where blood and sweat stained the mats, and the air buzzed with raw energy.

You hesitated near the entrance, scanning for a front desk or someone who looked like they were in charge. Two pink haired guys taking turns kicking a punching bag, a tall blonde woman working the ropes. Everyone in earshot range was occupied.

“Maybe this is a sign,” you whispered to yourself as you looked at the dark gray walls that were littered with old school boxing posters. You stopped at a large poster of a large set of shoulders with an almost iridescent snake wrapped around the thick neck. “This is definitely a sign. Heavenly Heavy Hitter Fushiguro?” you read it as if it were the most absurd thing you’d seen today.

A man stood in the center of the gym, taping his wrists with slow, practiced ease. Tall, broad, and built like a wrecking ball, he had the kind of presence that made people step aside without him even asking. His dark hair was a little messy, a few strands falling into his sharp, wolfish eyes. His black tank top clung to his frame, showing off muscle that wasn’t just for show. He watched as you took in the match posters on the wall.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, but he definitely noticed you.

“Lost?” he called out, voice lazy but deep, carrying over the sounds of training.

You straightened, clearing your throat before turning around. “Uh, no. I mean, maybe? I was looking to sign up for some of your beginner training classes.”

He tilted his head slightly, lips twitching into a smirk as he finished wrapping his hands. “Yeah? You train?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “But I wanted to try something new. To keep myself active.”

He walked over, sizing you up in a way that wasn’t judgmental but definitely assessing. Up close, he was even more intimidating—but there was something in his gaze, a flicker of curiosity beneath all that casual confidence.

“New, huh?” His smirk widened. “Guess I could show you a thing or two.”

Before you could respond, he nodded toward the ring. “Come on. Let’s see what you got.”

You blinked. “Wait—now?”

“Best way to learn is by doing,” he shrugged, already pulling on his gloves. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll go easy on you.”

Something told you he was about to have way too much fun with this.

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Stepping into the ring, you walked closely behind him as he grabbed a pair of gloves from the nearby stool and turned to you.

“Hands out.” He took your right hand, fitting your hand snugly inside and velcroing the wrist before doing the same to your left. The feeling of the weight settled against your hands as you brought them together, punching your fist into one another all while Toji stood in front of you, rolling his shoulders as he raised his hands in a loose guard.

“Alright,” he said, voice smooth, “first lesson—stance. Keep your feet planted, one a little ahead of the other. Stable, but light.”

You copied his movements as best you could, adjusting when he took a step forward and nudged your foot into place with his own. His presence was overwhelming up close, but you pushed past it, focusing on his words.

“Good,” he nodded. “Now, basic jab. Pop it out quick, straight from your shoulder.”

You threw a few hesitant jabs, feeling ridiculous at first, but his sharp eyes watched each movement with scrutiny.

“Loosen up. Too stiff, you’ll telegraph your moves if you want anything to have even the slightest impact.”

You exhaled, shaking the tension from your shoulders before trying again. This time, he nodded approvingly.

“Not bad, you’ve got some grit.” he admitted. “Now, let’s see if you can hit me.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

His smirk was pure amusement. “Come on, just try. I won’t hit back—this time.”

You hesitated for a moment before throwing a quick jab toward him. He swayed effortlessly out of the way, the motion almost lazy. “Again.”

You tried another. And another. Each time, he dodged with minimal effort, looking downright entertained. “You’ve gotta hit me. This is suppose to be boxing.”

Irritation flared. He was toying with you.

Gritting your teeth, you took a step forward and threw a quick jab—but at the last second, you shifted and aimed a light hook instead.

Your gloved fist actually connected with his ribs.

Toji stilled. Then, to your utter disbelief, he grinned. A real grin, full of something wild and pleased.

“Well, well,” he mused, shaking out his arms. “Guess you’re a fast learner.”

“That.. how did I do that?”

Toji came up to you and lightly tapped your gloves. “You’re finding your power.”

You looked down at your hands like they held some type of magic in them as he chuckled.

“You’ve gotta get out of your head. Don’t think about how hard you might hit me. Just hit me. And ignore all the grunting going on. Its just you and I in the ring, no one else matters.”

“Its just.. a lot. What if I hit you too hard? How can you ignore the sounds? Its like being in a pit of bears or some shit.”

Toji came up closer to you and leaned in, leaving a foot of space between you. “Mind closing your eyes for me?”

Your heart quickened for a millisecond before nodding. “Sure.” you hesitated before letting them flutter shut. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” Toji could sense the nervousness in how you held your shoulders, he took a step back. “Alright. Now visualize me and this ring. I’m still the same distance away, still holding my hands up.”

“Huh?”

“Visualize.” He reiterated.

You shook your head. “I can’t.”

“Listen to how close I am. You could hear me just fine, yes?”

You nodded.

“Perfect. Now, listen for where my voice is going as I sway. Take your stance and let your fist find me.”

Doing as he asked, you planted your feet, placing one foot just slightly ahead of the other before bringing your hands to your chest. “Okay.”

He leaned to the left, “One.” your fist hit his palm within seconds.

“Again. One, two.”

You reached out, quick punches in the direction of his voice until you began to notice the pattern.

“Take notice of how the movement feels for your body. You naturally jab hook when you let your body lead. Keep doing that.” Toji stood directly in front of you, watching the intricate way your torso just casually knew to twist in order to get a proper hit. “I’m going to step forward and adjust your guard.”

“You’re gonna hit me?” a hint of concern coated your words.

“No. Never. I just want you to get use how this feeling is for you. You’ve gotta put it all together.” Toji gently grabbed your elbow and brought them toward your body then raised your hands so the gloves covered your face.

You opened your eyes, peeking really, to see Toji biting his bottom lip while he adjusted your hands.

“Now bring your chin down. I should be able to see you between your gloves.” his thumb lightly grazed your chin as he brought it down for you and smiled.:”Perfection.”

The stomach thing. The stomach thing happened. “Yep.”

“Now one more time. Eyes open.”He tapped your gloves and went back to a loose guard and planted his feet. “Remember. Keep your eyes forward, on me. I’m your target.”

You waited for him to sway then you popped a quick jab, this time going back to guard your face as you watched him weave his head.

He rocked, one two and you shifted effortlessly, landing a quick jab then right hook, causing you to jump back with a smile and Toji to raise his hands above his head. “Atta girl, Look at you!”

“That was correct? That felt a little.. too good.”

Toji nodded coming to help you remove your gloves. “With a little more power, you could’ve rocked my shit. Good job.”

“So does this mean you have a boxing class to put me in?”

Toji grinned and took the gloves from you. “Unfortunately no. But I have some defense kickboxing courses with all fem people that I hold on weekends from 9am til 10:30 then another from 11 to noon- thirty.”

“Is it some fufu bs because it’s women? I want to learn actual technique, not some watered down defense.”

You seemed to take offense to this and for some odd reason, Toji found that hilarious.

“No. What you just learned with me is the part of the first days lesson. And I wouldn’t call that ‘fufu bs’.”

Your cheeks warmed and you went over to grab your belongings. “So… which do you lead?”

“Neither.” He stated matter of factly. “You see those two over there? The pink starburst for hair guys?”

You looked back to the see the leaner of the two recording the bulkier one as he did what you could make out to be as a tutorial of some sort. “Uh huh..”

“Yuji and Ryo K. My best here at the club.”

“You aren’t the best?”

Toji looked down at you, raising an eyebrow as he really took you in since you came in. He watched you jush out your fro and smiled as you sipped your water. “I can be. Wanna find out why I own the place.”

“Heavenly Heavy-hitter.” you spoke lowly as if you couldn’t be heard saying his name.

“In the flesh.” He matched your tone.

You felt the need to straighten your posture, rolling your shoulders so you could erect your back. “Sorry for hitting you.. three times.”

“Part of the job. Don’t worry. But you could make it up to me if you really feel bad.”

“Not exactly feeling bad but I did just smack around the owner soooo… tell me and it’s done.” Your eyes shined as you waited to hear his offer.”

He laughed and ran his hand through his wet hair. “Have dinner with me. This weekend so you can tell me all about your first course here.”

“Deal.” no chance to even think about it. No reason to overthink. “Dinner with the heavy hitter it is.”

_____________

Buzzing about your date later that night, you spent your Saturday afternoon knocking out your to do list, ending with picking up some items for your Sunday dinner.

It was just supposed to be a fairly quick stop. A short errand squeezed between the rest of your day, in and out without much thought. But apparently everyone else in the neighborhood had the same idea.

“Thank goodness there was a buggy left.” you looked down at your list as you slowly made your way down your first aisle, grabbing a small container of sugar cubes and confectioner sugar then maneuvering around 3 people standing in the middle of the aisle.

Tall, blond, dressed a little too sharply for a casual grocery run.

You first noticed him near the produce section. His sleeves were rolled up just enough to hint at the strength beneath, his movements precise as he picked through a selection of oranges, inspecting the navels on a few before he added them into a bag. He barely spared you a glance, offering only the smallest nod of acknowledgment before he walked off from the aisle.

You picked up a bag of pears and two lemons, going back to scratching them off of your list before exhaling and slowly trekking to the bakery.

Amazing enough, you ran into him again. This time, you didn’t let him get away without a word. You were letting the energy of the day make you a little more extroverted.

“You don’t look like the type to buy pastries,” you said, watching as he considered a loaf of sourdough.

He turned, brow slightly raised. “And what type would that be?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Serious, maybe. Too structured to indulge in fresh bread.”

A pause. Then, to your surprise, he let out a small, almost amused sigh. “I enjoy good bread.”

“Well, I’m more of a sweets person,” you admitted, tapping a package of chocolate croissants. “But I respect your choices.”

“I’m glad.” Another nod—like you’d passed some unspoken test—before he placed the bread in his basket and walked away, looking back at you putting a loaf of potato bread in your basket and striking it off of your list. Internally, he was fighting the urge to bother you.

“Imagine being one of those men being recorded because you cant read the room. Let it go, Kento.” he thought as he turned to the next aisle, thinking of your radiant smile as he added pasta to his basket.

Now the third time felt less like coincidence. Coffee aisle. You stood, contemplating which roast to go for, when you heard his voice behind you.

“You seem indecisive.”

You turned, finding him beside you, his own gaze locked on the shelves. “And you seem like someone who knows exactly what they want.”

“Usually.” He reached for a bag and handed it to you. “Try this. Very robust flavor. Perfect even for those with a sweet tooth.”

You examined it, then smirked. “If I hate it, I’m blaming you.”

“I’ll take that risk.” He gave a small smile and reached for a second bag of same coffee placing it in his own basket.

The rest of your shopping trip went without a hitch. You didn’t find yourself bumping into the blonde haired beauty but you ended up finding everything you needed. “Just need to grab some laundry detergent and we’re done.” you folded your list and threw it in your purse as you approached your final item.

You stared at the large box on the top shelf, sighing internally. Of course. Too high.

Without hesitation, he came up to your side and looked at you. “Need assistance?”

He followed your gaze, then smoothly plucked the fresh linens detergent from the shelf and handed it to you. His fingers brushed yours—just slightly—but enough to make your pulse stutter. You definitely weren’t staring at his forearms.

“Thanks,” you said, grinning. “Guess all that bread keeps you strong.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh. “Something like that.”

Silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, there was a weight to it, like something unsaid hanging between you. Then, shifting his basket to one hand, he spoke.

“You seem... interesting.” He chose the words carefully, like he wasn’t used to making impulsive decisions.

“Strange way of calling me beautiful but I’ll take it.” You teased. ‘You seem quite interesting yourself.”

You saw his ears turn just a faint hint of pink at the tips. “Interesting and beautiful, absolutely. Would you like to continue this conversation over lunch so I can make a more astute observation thats better than just ‘interesting’?”

You blinked. “Are you asking me out?”

“Yes.” A beat passed. “Unless you’d rather keep meeting in random grocery aisles.”

You laughed, warmth creeping up your neck. “Lunch sounds better.”

He nodded once, like a deal had been struck. “Good. My names Nanami Kento but call me Kento. Here’s my card.” he held it out and placed it in your hand.

“I’ll call you tonight.”

He smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

And just like that, a simple errand turned into something much more interesting.

__________

You didn’t feel the usual first date anxiety like usual with Toji. He kept conversation nice and short during the week with getting basic information like favorite foods and doing the formal ‘how are you today?” check-ins. From that it was clear how he was more of a in person kid of guy, which you could learn to appreciate.

The restaurant was lively, the scent of sizzling meat filling the air as you slid into the booth across from where Toji was sliding in. He looked completely at ease, one arm resting along the back of his seat, eyes scanning the menu with a lazy confidence.

“You’ve been here before,” you noted, watching the faint smirk tug at his lips.

“Course,” he said, glancing up at you. “Gotta know the good spots if you wanna eat right.”

“So, what’s the move, then? Gonna impress me with your order?”

Toji chuckled, setting the menu down. “I could, but where’s the fun in that? Let’s see if you can keep up first.”

Your eyes narrowed playfully. “Is that a challenge?”

“More like a test.” He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping just enough to make your skin warm. “Gotta see if you can handle a little heat.”

“You sound pretty confident in your ability to bring the heat, Fushiguro.”

“What, you doubting me already?” He grinned, motioning for the server. “Let’s get started, sweetheart. Pick your choices and leave the rest to me.”

The waiter got the grill fired up, and soon enough, Toji was handling the meat with an easy skill, flipping each piece with just the right timing. He moved with a casual precision, but there was something undeniably attractive about the way he took control. Every piece of food, he’d give you the first few pieces before he served himself. This time, 2 of the pieces of sirloin he held over the flame.

“Ready? This one should be perfect.”

You held your plate up and shook your head with a laugh. “Toji, you also need to enjoy some of this. You take one of these.”

He winked and placed both slices on your plate. “Next few are for me so you have time to clear your plate.”

“So, you cook often?” you asked, picking up a piece he had just finished grilling and popping it into your mouth.

“Only when I gotta.” He watched you chew, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Good?”

“Damn good,” you admitted. “I think you’ve earned some points.”

“Only some?” He tisked, shaking his head. “Tough crowd.”

You laughed, nudging his foot under the table. “You’ll live. But tell me something—what exactly do you do, besides being suspiciously good at grilling meat and running your gym?”

Toji chewed thoughtfully, smirking. “Just keep myself out of trouble.”

“You? Trouble?” you teased.

Toji chuckled before grabbing his beer and taking a small swig. “All kinds. Use to be my favorite thing to do when I didn’t have much to do.”

“Mmm. So running the gym is what keeps you in line?”

“Something like that. What about you, Miss lady? I’m sure you do things outside of coming to my gym and making me teach you basic boxing.”

He grinned as you playfully rolled your eyes. “I’m honestly a bit of homebody. Not sure if me being active in online communities counts but I do love going to little pop up events around town.”

“Such as?”

You hesitated for a second. All of a sudden you lost that streak of confidence you’d been filling since meeting him. You took a sip of water and cleared your throat.

“Like anime and pop culture things. Ever heard of Demon Slayer?”

Toji seemed almost confused to you. He chewed for just a moment more then spoke up. “The show with that Michael Jackson looking motherfucker with the eyes?”

It took everything in you to not bust out into the loudest laugh you could. You instead opted to let out a chortle, pushing out a deep breath while he did the same.

“Muzan, yes.” You replied. “There was a Demon Slayer pop up about two weeks ago. Me and a couple of friends went to it. Food, merch, chance to meet other fans.”

“Oh, my son told me about that. He said it was a cool event.”

You blinked. “Your son?”

Toji glanced up, chewing, before realizing your surprise. “Oh. Yeah. Didn’t mention that, huh?”

“Nope.” You shook your head, still processing. “Kind of a big thing to leave out before a first date.”

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I tend to forget to mention it since he isn’t a small kid anymore. Didn’t mean to spring it on you like that.”

“How old is he?”

“Nineteen.”

That gave you pause. “Wait, really?”

Toji smirked at your reaction. “Yeah. We’ve had a… bumpy few years. Trying to patch things up now. He’s a good kid. Mouthy but great.”

“I’m sure you have no idea where that came from.”

Toji smiled and finished grilling a piece of corn and plated it for you.

There was something softer in his voice when he spoke about mending things with his son. Something that made you see past the easy confidence to the man beneath it.

You nodded, offering a small smile. “I think it’s good you’re working on it.”

Toji held your gaze for a beat before grinning again, the weight of the moment easing. “That so? Well, don’t start thinking I’m some sentimental guy now.”

You smirked, leaning forward. “Oh, don’t worry. You’d have to do a lot more than that to convince me.”

“I’ve gotta stand. Sorry. My backs feeling a little stiff” He slid out the booth.

You shook your head. “No worries. We’ve been here for awhile.”

He stretched, his shirts rising just a bit as he rolled his shoulders back. He reached above his head, and there it was: a dark, dense happy trail that led all the way down to what you were certain was to be a pot of gold--

“You checking me out, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the grin. “You just happen to be in my line of sight.”

Toji hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Mm. Convenient.” He sat back down. This time, scooting to sit just a little closer to you.

The conversation flowed effortlessly between bites, teasing laced in every exchange. He was smooth, but not in an over-rehearsed way—just natural confidence, the kind that made it easy to get caught up in the moment.

By the time the last of the meat was gone, you were leaning forward, elbows on the table, grinning at him. “I’ll admit it. You make a damn good dinner companion.”

Toji smirked, resting his chin in his hand. “That so?”

“Mhm. Might have to let you take me out on another date just to make sure you’re really this good.”

He reached across, tapping your chin with the end of his chopsticks. “Careful, sweetheart. Say things like that, and I might start thinking you like me.”

You caught the chopsticks, holding his gaze. “And what if I do?”

For the first time that night, Toji didn’t have a quick comeback. Instead, he just smirked—slow, dangerous—and let the silence speak for itself.

__________

The garden café was a stark contrast to the lively buzz of the KBBQ restaurant with Toji. Soft alternative played in the background, the scent of freshly baked confections filling the air. It seemed like the complete opposite of the type of place Kento would be into.

The warm glow of hanging lights gave the tucked away eatery a cozy ambiance, and for a moment, you thought about how different this felt already.

Toji was the fun catch. Probably the exact opposite of what you usually dated but it felt right. He kept in contact after the first date, checking in, sending great questions to get to know your day to day, making impromptu plans for a night of bowling and dinner midweek that you were really looking forward to.

You tried to feel bad about dating two people at once but it was still the early stages and you could have your fun until it gets serious. No harm, no foul.

Looking around the small room, you found Kento waiting at a small table near the window, a book beside his untouched cup of coffee. He glanced up when you entered, standing politely as you approached.

“You’re early,” you noted, smiling.

He nodded., also smiling “So are you. It’s great to see you.”

You took the seat across from him, amused by his neatly pressed collar under the cable crew neck sweater he dawned and the way he folded his hands over the table, ever the picture of composure. The server came by, taking your orders and after, you leaned in slightly. “So, do you always bring a book on dates?”

Nanami glanced at it briefly. “Only when I’m not sure if my company will arrive on time.”

You laughed. “So I passed the test?”

“Hm. Barely.” His lips quirked, the smallest hint of amusement breaking through his otherwise serious expression.

“Whats the book about?”

He smoothly pushed the book over to you. “Dragonfly in Amber from the Outlander series. I am rather new to the hubbub but I caught an episode of the series and wanted to find the books.”

Well loved, slightly tattered corners and a bookmark that you knew to be a receipt. You softly laughed as you flipped through the pages.

“You’ve got just a little left. Enjoying it?”

“Immensely. Didn’t think I still enjoyed historical fiction and fantasy like I did as a teen, but I’m invested.”

You raised your brow, “Did you read American Gods by He who we won’t be naming as of right now?”

Kento gave you a smile that you almost missed before chuckling. “I went on a 3 hour rant about the series in high school to my best friend and he hasn’t let me forget about that. So yes.”

“Now I guess its my turn to listen in.” you leaned forward.

“Well first,” Kento pushed his sleeves up and grinned, “Fuck Neil Gaiman.”

With that, you knew you were in for a treat.

As the date went on, you found conversation with Kento easy, in a way that was different from Toji. With Toji, there had been an undeniable heat, a teasing energy that felt like a game. But with Kento, there was a depth to the fun, a steadiness that made every exchange feel like a light game of tug of war.

“You have a good sense of humor,” you remarked after a particularly dry comment of his made you snort into your drink.

He sighed, shaking his head. “That’s what people say when they’re surprised.”

You grinned. “Maybe. You just seem like you despise meetings and people who turn meetings into a social hour. Very serious.”

“I’m serious when necessary.” He tilted his head slightly, considering you. “But I do enjoy good company.”

Your stomach did a little flip at the way he said it, voice low and sure. The moment lingered, charged in a subtle way, before he shifted slightly, exhaling as if bracing himself for something.

“I should be honest with you,” Kento said, voice dipping into something quieter. “I don’t really date casually. If I’m pursuing someone, it’s because I see it going somewhere.”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his directness. “Oh.”

“If that’s something you’re unsure about,” he continued, watching you carefully, “I understand. But I’d like to see you again. I find you incredibly charming and such a breath of fresh air.”

There was no pressure in his words, just quiet sincerity. And maybe it was the way he made you feel so at ease, or the warmth that had been steadily growing between you all afternoon into the evening, but your answer came easily.

“I’d like that too.”

Nanami exhaled softly, as if he’d been holding his breath. Then, just like that, he nodded, returning to his usual composed self. “Good.”

You smirked. “And here I thought you weren’t the type to smile.”

“I do,” he mused, picking up his coffee, “when given a reason.”

“So you have one now?” you countered.

“A very beautiful one in front of me right now.”

And from the way he looked at you then, you had a feeling you’d be giving him plenty.

___________________________________________________

Toji sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering over your contact. It was late—not too late—but late enough that he hesitated.

"Tch." He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just call, dumb ass.”

This wasn’t something he usually did. Call someone just because he’d been thinking about them too much. Because he wanted to hear their voice. Because he was starting to crave something steady, something real, and that was the last thing he thought he wanted.

Only a few months and he was whipped.

“Just call. Tell her you miss her.” He hyped himself up and sighed.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he hit the call button.

The phone rang once. Twice.

“Hey, Toji!”

Your voice—smooth, warm yet excited, familiar—sent something tight through his chest.

“Hey.” He cleared his throat, shifting his weight. "You busy?"

"Not really. Just settling in for the evening. What’s up?”

Toji exhaled through his nose. "Nothin’ really. Just figured I’d call."

A pause.

"...Figured you’d call?" You repeated, amusement slipping into your tone. "Well, this is a first."

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, already regretting this. “Don’t make it weird.”

"I’m not," you teased. "Just appreciating the moment."

Toji huffed, but he could hear the smile in your voice, and somehow, that made it easier.

“Anyway,” he said, shifting the subject.”I have some friends in town and some from my circle here.. We’re going to be heading out for some drinks, catching up and all that this weekend. Thought you might wanna come.”

That got your attention.

"Oh?" There was a playful lilt to your voice. "Are you introducing me to your friends, Fushiguro?"

Toji clicked his tongue, a huff of a laugh leaving his lips. “Don’t say it like that.”

"Like what?" You laughed.

"Like it’s a big deal," he muttered, rubbing his temple. “It’s just drinks. No big deal. Figured you’d enjoy it. Some of them will have their partners with them. Just thought, you know..”

There was another pause—short, but he felt it. Then,

"I’d love to."

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

"Good. I’ll text you the details."

"Looking forward to it," you said, and he could hear your smile again.

When you hung up, Toji stared at his phone for a second longer than he needed to, lips twitching.

"Tch. Damn brat’s got me wrapped up in this."

And he genuinely didn’t mind being all wrapped up for you.

____

The bar was buzzing, low golden lights and neon signs covered the dark brick walls that kept the crowded space. You were nestled comfortably right next to Toji as his friend surrounded you at each turn. The pink haired brothers were in attendance, some gym colleagues, pals from his prime and a guy named Shiu who kept asking you just what was it that had you willing to be seen in public with ‘ToFu’.

Friends, drink in hand, laughing at a story one of them was telling. It had been surprisingly easy to blend in—their energy was rowdy but good-natured, and Toji, ever the instigator, made sure to keep you engaged.

He leaned in closer, kissing your temple as his breath brushed your ear as he murmured, “Didn’t think you’d fit in this well.”

You smirked, tilting your head toward him. “Oh? Thought I’d be shy?”

“Nah.” He took a slow sip of his drink, eyeing you. “Just figured you’d be a little thrown off. My people can be a lot.”

You glanced around—his people were definitely a lot, but in the best way. One of them had an arm slung over another’s shoulder, laughing too hard at a joke. Someone else was dramatically reenacting a moment from a fight at the gym. And yet, despite all the chaos, it felt easy. Like you’d been here before. He had good people around him and you could tell it meant the world for them to welcome you so easily.

Toji watched you take it all in, his expression unreadable for a second before he said, “There was someone I really wanted you to meet tonight, but he got caught up with something.”

You turned back to him. “Oh? Someone important?”

Toji shrugged. “Old friend and business partner. Known him a long time. Thought you two would get along.” He smirked, taking another sip of his drink. “Guess we’ll see when we get together soon.”

Something about the way he said it made you curious, but before you could ask, someone called his name. “Be right back sweet girl.”

“Take your time. Gonna get another drink.” He kissed the top of your head before making his way off the couch and to the other side of the bar, now pulled into another conversation.

You let it go, enjoying the rest of the night and ordering another blue Hawaiian.

Then your phone buzzed. You glanced down, heart skipping slightly when you saw the name.

Kento Nanami.

You swiped open the message.

>Thinking of you. Glad I got to see you this morning.

A small smile tugged at your lips. Then, another text popped up.

>Would you like to be my plus one for a wedding? I know its last minute but wasn’t sure whats too fast for a wedding invite..

Your stomach flipped. The timing was almost comical—here you were, hanging out with Toji, being immersed in his world and now Nanami was casually asking you to a wedding.

“I really have to figure this shit out soon.” you whispered to yourself. “Can you add an extra shot to that blue Hawaiian? Lets just double it, actually.”

You glanced up at Toji, who was still caught up in conversation, unaware of the coincidence unfolding in your hands.

Biting your lip, you tapped out a response.

<Hmm. Tell me more.

As you stared at Nanami’s message, fingers hovering over the keyboard, a slow grin crept onto your lips. A wedding invite? That was definitely unexpected.

Toji’s voice pulled you back into the present. “You good?”

You quickly locked your phone and looked up to see him watching you with that sharp, unreadable expression of his. You weren’t sure if he’d caught your shift in focus, but there was something in his gaze—mild curiosity, maybe.

“Yeah,” you said easily, swirling the last bit of your drink before taking the fresh one. “Just got an interesting text.”

Toji arched a brow, smirking. “From some poor bastard trying to win you over?”

You snorted. “Something like that.”

Toji chuckled, leaning back against the bar, bringing you with him. “Well, whoever it is, tell ‘em they gotta step their game up if they wanna keep up.”

You hummed, pocketing your phone. “Oh? And what’s the standard, exactly?” you sat your drink down and wrapped your arms around Toji’s neck. He gently rested his fingers at your waist, tracing the curve before running his hand up your side.

His smirk deepened as he studied you. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

“Count me in then.”

He leaned in for a quick peck and brushed a coil from your face. ‘Counted.”

The heat in his gaze sent a small thrill down your spine, but before the moment could stretch into something heavier, one of his friends called for another round, and Toji turned to flag down the bartender. “What would they do without me, huh?” he joked before letting you go but not letting you stray. He kept a hand behind him as he leaned over the bar, reaching so you could hold his hand. You grabbed onto a belt loop and grinned.

“Good girl.”

With his attention elsewhere, you pulled your phone back out and finally typed a reply to Nanami.

<A wedding, huh? Sounds like an interesting night.

His response came quicker than expected.

>It will be. More so if you’re there.

You pressed your lips together, amused by his smoothness.

<Then I’d be honored to be your plus one.

<If its okay.. mind if I come by once I wrap up with my friends? Want to see you before your trip.

Just as you sent the message, Toji nudged your arm, drawing you back to the moment. “C’mon,” he said, handing you your drink. “No more distractions. Tonight’s about fun.”

You smiled, raising your glass to his and sitting your phone down. “Agreed.”

But even as you laughed and enjoyed the night with Toji, you couldn’t help but glance at your phone every so often, wondering just who else is trying to get your attention.

_____

Nanami set his phone down on the table, exhaling softly as he ran a hand through his hair. A small part of him hadn’t expected an immediate response to his invitation, but when he saw the reply pop up—

>Then I’d be honored to be your plus one.

>If its okay.. mind if I come by once I wrap up with my friends? Want to see you before your trip.

<Call me when you're on your way. See you soon

—he felt a quiet satisfaction settle in his chest.

He let the message sit for a moment before locking his phone and stretching his shoulders. The day had been long, but not unbearable. He glanced at the time—just past 11 PM. He wanted to make it out to meet the woman who could stand to be around Toji for longer than 5 minutes, but business had to be handled.

Toji was probably still out with his group, which meant he was either three drinks in or already being egged into a round of arm-wrestling.

Shaking his head, Nanami grabbed his phone again and scrolled to Toji’s contact, pressing call.

The line rang twice before a gruff, familiar voice answered. “Yeah?”

Nanami leaned back in his chair. “Still alive, I assume?”

There was a low chuckle on the other end. “Barely. These bastards keep tryin’ to make me drink like I don’t have shit to do in the morning.”

Nanami smirked. “That ‘shit’ wouldn’t happen to be our spar, would it?”

“Depends.” Toji sounded amused. “You gonna actually put up a fight this time, or you still stickin’ to that technical shit?”

Nanami sighed, already used to this brand of provocation. “It’s called strategy, Toji.”

“It’s called boring, Kento.” Toji huffed. “But yeah, we’re still on. What, you thought I’d bail?”

Nanami let a beat pass. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Toji scoffed. “Tch. That was one time, and I had a good reason.”

“Falling asleep doesn’t count as a good reason.”

Toji outright laughed at that, the sound cutting through the noise in the background.

“Fair enough,” he admitted. “Anyway, what’s got you callin’ this late? You miss me?”

Nanami rolled his eyes, ignoring the warmth of familiarity in the exchange. “Just checking in. wanted to see how the night out with everyone was.”

“Yeah?” Toji paused. “It’s winding down. Had a few drinks but I think I’m ready to call it a night. You got plans tonight?”

Nanami glanced at his phone, at the last message he’d sent. His fingers drummed against the table. “Nothing too pressing. Once I finished with those investors, I just wanted to turn in for the night.”

There was a small beat of silence before Toji spoke again. “Huh. Guess that means I’m not the only one seeing someone interesting lately.”

Nanami’s brows lifted slightly, chuckling as he didn’t take the bait. “Not sure how you got that from me saying I wanted to come straight home.”

“I mean, I couldn’t even tempt you with an old fashioned. Clearly I’ve got competition.”

“See you in the morning, Toji.”

“Yeah, yeah. Try not to dream about me.”

Nanami ended the call before Toji could get another word in, shaking his head at his friend’s usual antics.

Tomorrow, they’d spar like they always did. Just another routine morning between them.

At least, that’s what Nanami told himself.

____

Kento met Toji during his first year in the professional league. Young, no where near impressionable but he was 26 and in the same weight class as the then current reigning heavy weight champ, Toji “Heavenly Heavy-hitter” Fushiguro. Second longest holder of the title until Kento came along and jump started the beginning of the end of Toji’s in ring career:

The seventh round was brutal.

Nanami’s breath was heavy, sweat trailing down his temple as he squared up once more. Across from him, Toji rolled out his shoulders, shaking off the last hit like it was nothing—but Nanami knew better.

He’d felt it. The slight hesitation in Toji’s movement, the way his stance adjusted just a little too late. The man was powerful, aggressive, experienced—but he was also slowing down. He was on the verge of not having enough fight.

Toji grinned through the ache settling in his ribs. “Not bad, kid.”

Nanami didn’t respond. He never did, not in the ring. He just tightened his guard and waited for the next move.

Toji took the bait. He always did.

He lunged, throwing a hook aimed right for Nanami’s side. But Nanami had spent six rounds studying him, learning the way he moved, the way he favored power over precision. And this time, he was ready.

He sidestepped just enough to let the punch skim past before snapping forward, a clean right uppercut landing square under Toji’s chin.

The impact sent a sharp crack through the arena. Toji’s head snapped back, his stance faltering—then, just as quickly, Nanami followed up with a left cross, striking right through Toji’s loose guard to his ribs.

Toji’s body swayed before his legs finally gave out.

The crowd erupted as the referee rushed in, starting the count.

Nanami didn’t move. He stood still, heart pounding, waiting. Toji groaned from the mat, blinking up at the lights above him. He could hear the count, knew his time was running out—but for once, he didn’t push himself to rise.

Every time he was asked when was he going to retire his answer was always “When someone knocks me out and the heavens open. That’ll be my time.”

And it did. That day, in front of millions, Toji happily accepted retirement and handed over the title to Kento “Time Keeper” Nanami

“…Shit.” A breathy chuckle left his lips as he exhaled through his nose, tasting copper. “Guess that’s that.”

The count hit ten.

The fight was over.

Nanami had won.

When the referee raised his hand, he barely registered the cheers. His gaze remained on Toji as the man was helped to keep standing up. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Nanami braced himself for bitterness—resentment, maybe.

Instead, Toji smirked, wiping blood from his lip. “Didn’t think a rookie could drop me like that.” He embraced him, speaking directly into his ear. “You got me.”

Nanami took a slow breath before finally speaking. “You made me really fight for it. But you underestimated me.”

Toji scoffed. “That won’t happen again.”

It didn’t.

In the weeks that followed, Toji reached out—not as a sore loser, but as someone who saw something in Nanami that others hadn’t. They trained together, Toji pushing Nanami beyond what his previous coaches had dared to and they became the duo of there time.

And when Nanami eventually retired early from the ring 7 years later, it wasn’t the end of their dynamic.

It was just the beginning.

__

The cadenced sound of gloves smacking against pads filled the air as Toji and Nanami circled each other in the ring, sweat glistening on their skin under the overhead lights. It wasn’t a serious match—just an easy back-and-forth, a way to stay sharp and kill time between training sessions and before a final investors meeting.

“You’ve been looking a little distracted, pretty boy,” Toji smirked, ducking under a jab before landing a playful tap against Nanami’s ribs. “What’s got you all caught up in your head?”

Nanami exhaled sharply, stepping back and rolling his shoulders. “I’ve been seeing someone.”

Toji’s grin widened. “No shit? Me too.” He danced back on the balls of his feet, shaking out his hands. “Met her here at the gym actually. She’s different from the usual crowd—fun, smart. Real easy to talk to.”

“She a boxer? Or just looking to train.” Nanami leaned back against the ropes, rolling his neck before beginning to remove his gloves.

“She came in wanting to sign up for some beginners kickboxing courses. We did some friendly sparring and it turned into a whole thing.”

Kento smirked. “A whole thing he says.” He smoothed his hair back and raised his eyebrows, amazed at how casually Toji was talking about this. “So clearly she isn’t just some fling. Shes meeting friends and even has you going to bed before 2 am on a Friday.”

Toji smacked his lips and laughed. “She’s a great girl. Sweet, really into her books and interest. I really dig her.”

“Well good. Maybe now you’ll stop trying to drag me out of the house since you have someone else to take with you.”

“I’ll never stop trying.” Toji grinned and pulled his shirt over his head. “So how about you? Where’d you meet your girl?”

Kento slid his glasses back on, nodding. “I met mine at the store.”

“The store?” Toji barked a laugh, throwing a lazy hook that Nanami effortlessly deflected. “What, she bump into you in the bakery section and you share a baguette?”

Nanami sighed, but there was a small smirk threatening at the corner of his mouth. “She enjoys sweets, conventions and historical fantasy, We ran into each other in about 5 different aisles and I ended up asking her out for lunch. She’s is really something special. Intelligent, kind. Kinda quirky. Like a breath of fresh air.”

“Look at Time Keeper, Kento. All ready to settle down.”

“Its only been a few months.” He spoke firmly, his thoughts now drifting to you as he visualized how he saw you last. Hair in twist, gold cuffs dawned on every other strand as you sat in his lap. “But I think she’s good for me. Definitely getting me out of my comfort zone with the conventions she wants to take me to.”

Toji hummed, stepping back to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “She’d probably like my girl. She’s into anime and other pop culture events. She had me way across town looking for trinkets. She’s got a weird thing for those little anime snacks—Demon Slayer, I think?” He shook his head, amused.

“She gets these ones with a little prize inside. Has me looking for one of a guy named... Gyomei?”

Nanami froze mid-step. His stance didn’t change, but there was a flicker of realization in his sharp gaze. He blinked once. Then twice.

“…Gyomei.” The name left his lips like a heavy revelation.

Toji raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. What’s up?”

Nanami sighed, unraveling the tape from his hands, thinking, movements deliberate. “Is she also looking for one with white hair?”

“Tengen.” they spoke in unison.

“It’s the same woman.” Kento couldn’t help but huff out a chuckle, head now swimming at the actual thought of dating the same person as Toji.

For a beat, there was silence. Then Toji’s grin stretched wider, a chuckle building in his chest before spilling into full-blown laughter. “Oh, this is rich.” He ran a hand through his damp hair, shaking his head. “So, we’ve been dating the same girl this whole time?”

Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. “It appears so.”

Toji leaned on the ropes, still chuckling. “Well, well, Ken. We’ve got a problem.”

“I don’t see a problem. I’m not planning on stepping back.”

Toji grinned. “Good. You shouldn’t.”

“You don’t plan on doing so either. I see.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, Toji smirked. “We both think highly of her.”

“We do. And I personally don’t want to give any ultimatums. We’re adults.”

Soooo… you wanna mess with her a little? Just to make her heart race a little.”

Nanami sighed, rubbing his temple. “I have an idea…but what do you have in mind?”

­____________________

Toji has asked you out for an impromptu lunch since he’d been busy in the last week. Kento had also been a bit busy, explaining that his business partner had some final plans that he needed to sign off on before the end of the week.

So you seemingly decided to enjoy the slow down of your dating life while they lived their lives.

You walked into Toji’s gym, looking around until your eyes landed on the two gentlemen.

Toji and Nanami standing there—side by side, arms crossed, staring at you like they were holding onto some ridiculous secret.

“I..” your mouth dried immediately as they looked at you.

“How are you, honey?”

“Why do you look like you just solved a case?” you asked cautiously.

Toji grinned. “Because we did, sweetheart. A case of double dating.”

Your stomach dropped.

Nanami sighed, adjusting his tie. “To be clear, we’re not upset.”

You felt heat rush to your face. “I—okay, I know this looks bad.” You exhaled, rubbing the skin between your thumb and pointer. “I just… I should’ve figured things out sooner. Made a choice.”

Toji’s grin widened. “Oh, babe, we’re not mad at ya for that.”

Nanami, standing beside him with his usual air of composure, nodded. “There’s no need to choose.”

Your breath hitched slightly. “…What?”

Toji slung an arm around Nanami’s shoulder, smirking. “See, me and Kento here? We’re great with sharing.”

Nanami closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if regretting his life choices, but ultimately didn’t deny it.

You blinked at them, trying to process. “So… you’re both okay with this?”

Nanami exhaled. “We discussed it and came to an agreement. Since neither of us intends to walk away, we believe it’s best to set some ground rules.”

Toji leaned in slightly, his voice teasing. “That is… if you’re down to handle both of us.”

Your heart pounded. These men were dangerous. Not in a physical way—no, in the way that made it way too easy to fall for them.

Still, you bit your lip, a little skeptical. “And what exactly are these rules?”

Nanami, ever the rational one, began listing them off. “No favoritism. We split time equally.”

Toji shrugged. “Yeah, no sneaky sleepovers with one of us more than the other. And don’t think you can butter me up with extra kisses. I see through that.”

You snorted. “You literally love when I do that.”

Toji smirked. “…Maybe.”

Nanami continued, “We’ll have a set schedule. Communication is key.”

“Right, so like… a shared calendar?” you teased.

Toji laughed. “Shit, yeah. Google Calendar, color-coded for ‘Toji time’ and ‘Nanami time.’”

Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. “I refuse to let this relationship be reduced to an appointment system.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to think. “…And what do I get out of this?”

Toji leaned in, voice low and full of promise. “Two boyfriends who’ll spoil the hell outta you with affections and time.”

Nanami sighed but, in the end, nodded. “What we feel for you is undeniable. And we both agree that having you in our lives has been good for us separately. So why not together? If you’re comfortable with that of course.”

A slow smile spread across your lips. “…Alright. Deal.”

Toji grinned. “Good girl.”

Nanami exhaled, already bracing for the chaos ahead. “This is going to be a nightmare.”

Toji clapped him on the back. “You’ll live, big guy.”

_____

The evening had been perfect.

Toji and Kento had gone all out—candles, soft music, and a dinner that could rival any five-star restaurant. Nanami had taken charge of the main course, ensuring it was plated with precision, while Toji handled the dessert with an almost smug confidence. Between the two of them, they had created the perfect night in.

Now, as dinner wound down, you sat between them at the candlelit table, feeling the warmth of good food, wine, and their undivided attention.

Nanami, ever the gentleman, refilled your glass before meeting your gaze. “So, was your first Valentines Day with us up to your standards?”

Toji smirked, leaning back in his chair, fingers lazily tapping against his wine glass. “Yeah, sweetheart, we do good?”

You sighed dramatically, swirling your wine. “I don’t know… I think I expected a bit more.”

Toji raised a brow. “More?”

Nanami’s lips twitched. “We made you a three-course meal. Bought your favorite wine. There are literal rose petals on the floor.”

You hummed, dragging your finger along the rim of your glass. “I mean… it was nice.”

Toji narrowed his eyes, catching onto your teasing. “Nice?”

Nanami exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “She’s playing with us.”

Toji chuckled, leaning closer. “Oh, I see how it is. You wanna mess with us a little?”

You shrugged, taking a slow sip of wine. “Maybe.”

Nanami tilted his head, studying you before he decided to play along. “Alright. What would have made it better?” His voice was smooth, warm, full of that dangerous charm.

Toji smirked, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “Yeah, babe, what’s missing? Candles not romantic enough? Food not to your liking?” He rested his chin on his hand. “Or maybe you just wanted something a little more… hands-on?”

Your stomach flipped.

Nanami, not to be outdone, set his wine glass down, his voice calm but laced with mischief. “We could take notes for next time. If there’s something specific you were hoping for… you should tell us.”

Your breath caught slightly. They were good at this.

Toji grinned, seeing you falter for a moment. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You were real confident a second ago.”

Your eyes flicked between them, their expectant gazes practically daring you to respond. So, you did.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table, your voice dropping into something just as teasing. “You two are awfully competitive for men who are supposedly great with sharing.”

Nanami’s lips parted slightly, and Toji let out a low chuckle.

“Oh, she’s getting cocky now,” Toji mused, tapping his fingers against the table.

You smiled, tilting your head. “I mean, if you two are trying to outdo each other for me… I should probably sit back and let you.”

Toji let out a sharp laugh, pushing back his chair. “Damn, babe.” He glanced at Nanami. “You hear that? She wants us to fight for her.”

Nanami took a slow sip of wine, then placed the glass down carefully. He met your gaze, his voice a deliberate, slow burn. “Who said we weren’t already?”

Your pulse jumped.

Toji whistled. “Shit, he’s good.”

Nanami didn’t break eye contact. “I know.”

You suddenly felt very warm.

Toji leaned in, his grin all sharp edges. “So, babe… since we both aim to please,” he drawled, “why don’t you tell us who’s winning so far?”

Nanami lifted a brow. “Yes. I’d love to hear your answer.”

You exhaled, a slow smirk forming as you met both of their gazes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Toji grinned. “Oh, we’re in trouble.”

-==========

“Meet me in the bedroom in exactly 4 minutes.” You kissed their cheeks and pranced down the hallway.

“What does your girlfriend have in store for us?” Toji finished drying the wine glasses and placed them in the cabinet. “You think she bought us some assless chaps?”

Kento sighed, wiping the table one last before taking his apron off and leaning against the counter. “Now shes my girlfriend when she’s up to no good.”

“Yet nothing on the assless chaps? I knew you were a freak, Nanami.”

That managed to get a laugh out of Kento. “Just so we’re clear, she is probably prepping for some intense night of passion. So keeping it to the standard?”

“Standard? Toji doesn’t just do standard anything. Our girl may want to wow us. Who am I to say no to the best revue in the city.”

“Then just let her lead us. First time where we are sharing her at once so lets make sure she’s feeling in control.”

Both men swore there was power in the way you pleaded without saying a word.

They thought you’d be just as stubborn in bed. A brat to tame with a mouth to keep occupied. But you gave yourself to them. Willingly. And that in itself was more powerful than anything.

“I’m ready!” you called out in a light-some tone.

Kento and Toji stilled themselves before they walked down the hall, single file style and were met with only a sigh they could only call a heavenly one.

“”Happy Valentines Day, gentlemen.” you sat in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a t shirt with “I heart my boyfriends” splayed across the chest.

Kento took a step forward first, his eyes going immediately to your hips that had no chance of hiding under your shirt as you sat on your knees. “That is quite the shirt, honey.”

“The gift that keeps on giving.” practically salivating at the way you looked up at them, yearning for them without saying a word. He paced himself making it to the side of the bed. “You look stunning, baby.”

Nanami, ever the charismatic one, sat behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, as he began to sing a low, sensual melody. "You're exquisite," he whispered between verses, "a work of art, a goddess made flesh. Tonight, we worship you."

Toji, ever the sensualist, began his ministrations by kneeling, slowly helping you untuck your knees as he trailed soft kisses up your inner thigh, his fingertips leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he murmured, "Nanami, I think we should have a taste test first. You’ll have to make sure our girl keeps still. I want to taste you, my love. I need to feel her come undone on my tongue."

Nanami chuckled, “I’ll make sure she keeps focused.”

Toji let out a throaty rumble and the vibrations sent sparks of pleasure through you, before he settled between your legs. He started with teasing licks nips at your inner thigh, his thumb running up your glistening slit to your clit. He savored your essence as he brought his thumb to his tongue before delving in with a long, slow lick up your slit. His tongue was skilled, knowing just how to curl and flick to drive you wild.

Nanami kept up his sweet talk, one hand cupping your breast, kneading the soft flesh, while the other slid down to rub slow circles around your clit, amplifying the sensations Toji was creating. "Look at him, honey. You feel him? Feel his tongue tasting you. That's it, my dear," he purred, his lips lingering at your ear as he kneaded your breast. "Isn’t Toji taking good care of you honey?”

Toji increased his pace, humping into the bed as his hardening length couldn’t stop twitching. He practically pistoned into the sheets, edging himself as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tonguing it rapidly as he pushed two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right. The dual stimulation was too much, and with a cry of ecstasy, you came undone, your walls clenching around Toji's fingers as he lapped up your release. “Toji, fuck!”

"Beautiful," Toji said, surfacing with a satisfied grin, your juices glistening on his chin as he worked his fingers until your thighs closed. He sat up and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Nanami smirked, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

Breathless from your intense climax, you felt a surge of desire to return the favor, to make your lovers feel as incredible as you did in that moment. Toji and Kento exchanged a knowing look, a silent communication passing between them. They were competitive, yes, but only in their shared goal of giving you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

“You know hun,” Toji stood “I think Kento has been a little wound up tight lately.”

Kento released you from his embrace and reclined back on the bed as Toji helped you to your knees.

“And I’d hate to be too wound up and not enjoy our time together.”

One arm tucked behind his head in a show of casual confidence, Kento unzipped his pants and like a spring, his cock jutted out proudly, hard and ready, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.

Emboldened, you crawled down their bodies, taking a moment to admire the qualities of their physiques. They were both exquisite in their own way, and you felt like you’d won the lottery with getting to have them all at once.

Starting at Kento's thigh, you mirrored Toji's earlier actions, trailing kisses and licks up to his groin. You could feel him shudder beneath your touch, his breath catching in his throat. Encouraged, you took his length in your hand, stroking him slowly as you flicked your tongue out to taste the pearl of pre-cum.

"Fuck," Kento gasped, his hips twitching upwards seeking more of your touch. "Your mouth feels incredible."

You took him into your mouth then, sinking down until you could feel the coarse blonde hair at the base of his cock tickling your nose. You held him there, swallowing around him, relishing the feeling of his thickness stretching your throat. He tensed, eyes closing while failing to keep a guttural grunt from escaping his lips

While you pleasured Kento with your mouth, you felt Toji shifting, getting up to stand behind you. He gripped your hips, kissing your bottom softly and biting before he pulling them up and back until you were on your hands and knees, your ass raised and presented to him. You felt the blunt head of his cock prodding at your entrance, slowly rubbing against your clit. And then, with one smooth thrust, he was inside you.

"Oh god," you moaned around Kento's cock, the dual sensations of being filled and the taste of him overwhelming your senses. Toji set a slow, deep pace, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in, his hips pressing against your ass.

The room filled with a symphony of sounds - the slick, obscene noises of flesh meeting flesh as Toji thrust into you, your muffled moans around Kento's cock, their grunts and curses of pleasure. It was a sensual ballet, a dance of passion and desire, with you as the centerpiece.

Kento tangled a hand in your hair, guiding your movements as you bobbed up and down on his length. "That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged. “All the way.”

How your eyes glistened and teared up made him want to lose his mind. He cupped your face as you slowly massaged his balls.

You continued to take Kento deep, your lips stretching around his girth, your tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. The obscene sound of your slurping and sucking filled the room, mingling with the slap of Toji's hips against your ass and your own wanton moans.

Toji gripped your hips tighter, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass as he picked up his pace. “Like a fucking glove.” He gritted through his teeth. “So fucking tight, mama.”

He was hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, that perfect angle that made stars explode behind your eyelids. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, you could feel another orgasm building already.

Toji leaned down, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your neck. "You feel incredible," he grunted, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust. He smiled up at Kento and with a huff, Kento grinned. “Our angel baby is doing so so good>”

Kento, not wanting to be left out, started to thrust up into your mouth, fucking your face with shallow, quick movements. "Fuck, your mouth is incredible," he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. "I'm getting close, sweetheart. You want my cum sweetheart? Will you swallow it all like a good girl?"

you begged without a word, nodding eagerly while you kept your pace of taking him whole while he bucked his hips up

“Fuck its coming, fuck fuck,” with a thrust deep one last time, he held your head in place as he exploded in your mouth. You felt his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out in thick ropes down your throat. You swallowed it all greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.”Fuck, look at my sweet baby.”

His dirty talk, combined with Toji's relentless pounding, pushed you over the edge. You came with a scream around Kento's cock, your pussy clamping down around Toji like a vice. The sensation of your walls fluttering and squeezing around him was too much for Toji.

“God thats it, thats it, take it baby,” With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his hot seed spurting out, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside of you.

As they both started to come down, you collapsed forward onto Kento's chest, Toji falling atop you, his softening cock still nestled inside your dripping pussy. The three of you lay tangled together, panting and sated, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my loves," you murmured, nuzzling into Kento's neck, Toji's lips finding your neck, leaving a soft kiss.

“Gonna go start her bath, take care of our girl?” Toji lightly tapped Kento’s leg as he got up slowly.

Kento waited a beat, kissing the top of your head as he lightly ran his fingers down your back. ‘You feeling okay?”

You didn’t respond quickly, a minute passing before he realized you’d fallen asleep.

“Honey?”

“You want the cocoa and vanilla soap or the lavender?” Toji came out of the bathroom, holding two bottles of soap and looked up to see your eyes closed against Kento’s chest. “Oh. She’s out.”

Kento chuckled, “Like a light. Lets give her a bit of time to rest before we get her in the bath.”

Toji nodded in agreement, sitting the bottles on the dresser before gently sitting and joining you both back in bed. He brushed your hair from your face and kissed your temple.

“So when she wakes up, I’m carrying her to the bath.” Toji whispered while looking at you.

Kento grinned and wrapped an arm around your waist“ And why do you get to? I’m sure you’re tired, old man. I’m happy to do the lifting.”

“I can’t even get a nap in without you two having a dick measuring contest.”

Toji smiled and placed his arm around you also. “It’s out of love.”

“Yes. Love and the title I took from him. The title where I retired hi-”

“Okaaay, okay.” Toji reached over to cover Kento’s mouth, “Now is not the time.”

You tried hiding your laugh but Kento had to keep going. “It was a day I recall easily. Toji was tired, looking for a chance to show he still had it.”

“This is my thirteenth reason why.”

[mermaidgirl30]

✨My, My, Such a Sweet Surprise✨

A/N: I had to write this down real quick after I saw the most gorgeous Joel Miller looking man I’ve ever seen in my life today 🫠 This is a Drabble of what could of been if maybe I talked to the man 🤣

Summary: When you stumble upon a cute little property with a farmer’s market, you get more than you bargain for when you meet the man with honeysuckle eyes and a thick Southern drawl that makes you weak in the knees.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem! reader

Word Count: 743

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

Tags: Unprotected P in V, cream pie, cute nicknames, flirting

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

It was supposed to be just a quick walkthrough of the little farmers market out in the country. A little Easter egg event for the dogs, at least that’s what you saw on the event listed online. That’s why you were standing in the warm spring air, your Great Pyrenees hooked to his leash, the soft summer dress blowing against your creamy thighs. That’s all it was supposed to be. A fun, relaxing event. That is, until you saw him.

A man that stood over six feet tall, yellow flannel buttoned up against tanned, strong arms, sleeves rolled up so you could see the thick veins that twisted down his forearms, large hands that could do some damage with an axe. And he was so fucking broad. And his eyes. Honeysuckle, warm heaven that clashed with his golden flannel.

You weren’t supposed to keep staring at him, weren’t supposed to even talk to him, but all that came crashing down the moment he walked over and spoke those first Southern drawled words to you, slipping like warm butter right down your tongue and that was it. You were completely fucked.

And that’s how you ended up in the back of his property, caged between his strong arms, your back pressed against an old oak tree, your sundress hiked above your hips, one leg hooked over his broad shoulder, the other clasped around his muscular back.

Your mouths latched together in messy, wet kisses. Your tongues lapped against each other’s in a burning hunger you couldn’t control. His fingers twisted against your messy curls as his thick cock rutted up inside you, the slick sliding down his long length as he stretched you wide and bottomed out again and again until you could barely stand the heat.

His mouth moved to your collarbone, his teeth nipping and sucking as your fingers ran through his tousled curls, your lips parting as the side of your face scratched up against his salt-and-pepper beard as your moans carried to the shell of his ear. You could feel yourself getting closer with every inch of his cock sliding against your sticky walls, the heat building in your spine as you dug your fingers into the back of his neck.

“Go on, come for me, darlin’. Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight. Know you’re close. Tell me who makes you feel good, sweetheart. Let me hear it,” he purred into your ear as you felt yourself lose all control the moment he moved his calloused thumb down to your puffy clit and started making slow circles against your burning heat.

“Oh fuck, Joel. You do. You make me feel good. Ahh.” He pressed down harder, quickening the pace of his thumb and cock as he bottomed out inside you, moving to a position where he hit that sweet, spongy spot that made you see stars.

“Joel, I’m gonna-fuck, gonna come,” you whined, feeling your orgasm start to take over as your walls squeezed against his thick cock.

“Fuck,” he growled as his fingers dug into your hips, “that’s a good fuckin’ girl. So good, sweetheart, Goddamn,” he groaned as you spilled your slick all over him.

“Joel,” you cried as you closed your eyes and buried your face into the crook of his neck, feeling white hot heat spill from your center as your body shook through the intense orgasm.

“Mmm, that’s my good girl. Gonna fill ya up next. That what you want, sweetheart? Want my come inside that pretty pussy of yours?” he asked as he sped up his motions, drilling his cock inside you as you felt him bottom out again and again and again.

“Yes, please,” you begged as you moved your forehead against his as he lapped against your crimson cheek.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. Once, twice, three more times and he was spilling his seed inside you, warm ropes of come painting your walls as he stilled inside you and moaned into the base of your ear, his ragged breaths blowing hot against your jawline.

“Christ, sweetheart. Ain’t you the sweetest surprise I’ve ever had the pleasure of meetin’,” he smiled against your lips, his mouth brushing up against yours. “Am I gonna see ya again?”

“Oh, yeah. You’ll definitely see me again, Miller,” you teased as he pushed you back up against the tree and pulled your hair back.

“How’s about round two then, darlin’?”

And that’s exactly what you did.

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[j3llyc4kes]

just thinking about toji fushiguro being in looovee with thick girls.

you meet toji fushiguro on a tuesday. gym’s cold, floor’s slick with someone else’s sweat, and you’re pulling your hoodie down to hide that little tummy pudge.

he’s already there, leaning against the check-in desk like he owns the place. looking like he was made by the gods.

broad chest, thick arms veined and sculpted like stone. tall, with a face that’s way too handsome for your own good. he looks like he could throw a car across a parking lot.

he’s in a black tank, clung to his chest like it was afraid to let go, gray sweats slung low on his hips showing off his v-line, towel around his neck and jaw tense.

oh, and that damn scar across his lip.

he looks you up and down—quick, not rude—but his eyes do catch on the curve of your waist. your thighs. the soft press of your hoodie against your chest.

“you’re the one who wanted a trainer?” he asks, voice low, rough like gravel.

you nod, biting the inside of your cheek. “yeah. i… wanna lose weight. tighten things up, y’know.”

his brows lift. not in judgment—just confusion.

“why?”

you shrug, arms crossed over your stomach. “just wanna feel good about myself.”

toji’s quiet for a second. really looks at you this time. you’re gorgeous, even under fluorescent lighting. face like a magazine cover. lashes curled, gloss on your lips, hair up in a messy bun.

and your body—fuck. thick thighs, hips like a dream, waist he could wrap one hand around, tits that’d fill both his palms easy.

love handles to grip on to while he fu—

he doesn’t say that. just tosses his towel over his shoulder and jerks his chin toward the squat racks.

“alright. we’ll start light. just movement today.”

you nod and follow.

the first few sessions are rough. you’re sore after everything—ass screaming after lunges, arms like jelly after curls. but toji’s patient. doesn’t baby you, but doesn’t push too hard either. corrects your form with a hand on your lower back or a palm against your thigh. his fingers are warm. big. calloused. you feel them even after he pulls away.

he watches you squat and mutters, “deeper,” and it’s not your fault your brain goes somewhere filthy. especially not when he says it like that. voice all deep and smoky.

you try to ignore it. try not to stare at his arms when he does a demo, veins bulging, biceps flexing. try not to imagine what those hands would feel like on your hips, in your hair, around your throat.

but then one day you show up in shorts. first time since he’s been training you.

black. tight. barely mid-thigh. making your ass pop.

his jaw twitches. he stares a second too long. swallows hard.

you stretch, bent over at the waist, and he damn near groans.

“you trying to kill me?” he mutters, low under his breath.

you blink up at him, grin teasing. “what was that?”

he clears his throat. “nothing. get on the mat.”

but he’s distracted the whole time. can’t stop watching you. your ass in those shorts. the curve of your calves. the way your chest bounces just a little with every jump.

—

it’s late now. the gym was closing for the day. mostly everyone gone. you two were in the yoga room alone, quiet and relaxed. just to take a breather before you heading home.

you sit on the bench, sweaty and flushed. sipping your water bottle. he hands you a towel.

“you really hate the way you look?” he asks, quiet.

you shrug. “some days.”

he’s quiet for a moment. then steps closer, crowding your space. you look up, and he’s watching you with something heavy in his eyes.

“you know women pay thousands to look like you, right?” he says. “surgery. waist trainers. filters.”

you blink. “so?”

“so,” he says, and one of his hands comes up, knuckles brushing along your jaw, “you don’t need to change shit. you’re perfect like this.”

your breath catches.

“i hired you to help me get smaller,” you say.

“i know,” he murmurs. “but all i wanna do is get closer.”

and when he kisses you—fuck, it’s over.

he pulls you into his lap on the floor like you weigh nothing. big hands gripping your waist, thumbs stroking soft over the skin under your hoodie.

“you’re so fuckin’ soft,” he groans against your neck. “so fuckin’ pretty.”

you gasp, fingers buried in his hair.

“been thinkin’ about you since day one,” he breathes. “every time you bend over, every time you squat—fuck.”

your thighs spread instinctively. he grins.

“yeeaah, just like that. good girl. let me see what i’ve been workin’ for.”

he pulls your shorts down with ease. no underwear. he curses, deep in his chest.

“shit, baby.” he slides his fingers between your legs. groans when he feels how wet you are. “you really been trainin’ like this? drippin’ for me every session?”

you nod, face hot.

he kisses you hard, slow. drags his fingers up and down your slit until you’re squirming.

“gonna make you feel good,” he whispers. “gonna show you exactly why thick is the best kind of fuckin’ fine.”

you believe him. especially when he lays you down on the mat right there after hours—tongue deep, hands greedy, voice all praise and filth.

and when you’re trembling under him, thighs shaking, he grins down at you like you hung the goddamn moon.

“told you,” he says. “perfect.”

he’s already got you panting, laid out on the gym floor, hoodie and sports bra discarded, shorts shoved halfway down your thighs.

you’re still trembling from the last orgasm he gave you with just his fingers and that filthy mouth—like he’d been starving for it. like he’d waited years to taste you.

and now he’s leaning back against the wall, sweat-slick and shirtless, gray sweats hanging low, dick straining under the fabric. he licks his lips and crooks a finger at you.

“c’mere. sit on my face.”

your eyes go wide. you scramble upright, shaking your head. “toji—no. i’ll suffocate you.”

he blinks. then laughs. a low, dark, belly-deep sound.

“baby,” he says, cocking his head, “that’s the fuckin’ goal.”

you gape. he’s serious. he reaches out, grabs your hand, tugging you toward him.

“you think i’m scared of a some ass?” he murmurs, laying down and pulling you until you’re straddling his chest. “you’re gonna sit right here,” he says, pointing to his face, “and i mean sit. don’t worry about a damn thing except coming.”

you hover, unsure, trembling.

he grins up at you. “if i die, i die.”

“toji—”

he cuts you off with a grip to your hips and drags you down onto his mouth.

and fuck—he eats like a man possessed. tongue fucking deep, lips sucking your clit just right, groaning like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.

your thighs shake, trying to lift off, but he growls, wraps those thick arms around your thighs and holds you down.

“ride it,” he grunts between licks. “ride my fuckin’ face.”

you do. you rock your hips, grind your pussy against his tongue, and he moans like he’s in heaven, rutting up into nothing like he’s getting off just on your taste.

when you finally come—loud, broken, gasping his name—he keeps going. chases your high, makes you come again just from overstimulation, until you’re twitching and sobbing and pleading.

and then he flips you. lays you flat on your back, kisses his way up your soft belly, your tits, your collarbones.

he mouths at your stretch marks, slow and reverent. “these,” he whispers, “so fuckin’ sexy. proof you’re real.”

you whimper, hands in his hair.

he kisses your lips, hard. “now ride me.”

you hesitate again, eyes flicking to his lap. “i dunno, toji. i’m kinda heavy, i—”

he scoffs. sits up and grabs you like you weigh nothing. lifts you into his lap with one arm, like you’re light as a feather.

“you think this body can’t take you?” he grins, flexing. “i want all that on me. wanna feel all of you.”

he positions you over his cock, thick and tip pink and leaking, lines himself up and gently guides you down, groaning deep in his throat.

“fuck, baby,” he pants, head thrown back, “so tight, so good. just like that.”

you moan, rocking your hips slow, rolling them down on him, and he grabs your ass with both hands.

“yeah, that’s it. take it. ride me just like that.”

you bounce, steady, thighs burning, tits bouncing, and he’s got the filthiest look on his face. total awe. like you’re a goddess. like he’s been waiting for this.

and right before you come again, he presses his forehead to yours and murmurs,

“don’t change,” he whispers. “you’re already everything.”

you don’t say anything. just smile. bury your face in his neck.

and for the first time in a long time, you actually believe it.

© j3llyc4kes

a/n: was talking about this with my friends. toji def wants to die with his head squished between some thick ass thighs. would def plant it on that mans face. HEHE enjoy :3

[chaossturns]

𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 | 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

synopsis: you hand an attitude with Chris all day and he's had enough and makes you apologize

dom!chris x poc!reader

warnings: SMUTTTTT , spanking , praising , use of pet names , p in v , oral (male!receiving) , swallowing , slight choking , unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) , swearing , begging , orgasm denial , and ROUGH CHRIS

a/n: i have no words but chris is mean in this one 🫡

word count: 1.6k

You have been giving Chris an attitude all day, giving him little side eyes and rolling them. You guys were currently at target getting things for a movie night. Chris walks down the candy aisle, you trailing right behind him. 

Chris faces the wall of candy, viewing the various options he could choose. He picks bags up and puts them down, the sound of the candy jiggling around in the bag as they fall. 

“What kind of candy should we get mama?” He turns and asks you. 

“i don’t give a fuck chris, just pick out a fucking candy” you say, annoyance and impatience laced into your voice. This sudden change in your voice causes Chris to wrap his hand around your throat and pull you closer to him. 

“Watch your fucking attitude.” he seethed through gritted teeth. 

“Whatever Chris” you scoff , pulling away from his hold and heading towards the cash register. As you reach the register, you greet the lady there and proceed to pay. You and Chris walk out of the target, searching for where Matt had parked. 

As you find Matt’s car, you and Chris get in at the same time, you sitting in the back while Chris is sitting in the front. 

“Did you guys get everything?” Matt asks, waiting for one of the two to answer. 

“Yes , we did.” you mutter under your breath, keeping your eyes focused on your phone. You hear Matt whisper to Chris, “What’s wrong with her?” , “I don’t know, but I'll make sure she says sorry later.” Chris responds. 

That causes you to scoff and roll your eyes as Matt exits the target parking lot, heading towards the triplet’s house. You guys arrive at the house, collecting the bags as you exit the car. You walk in the door before Chris, he slaps your ass hard on your way up the steps. 

“Chris what the hell!” You yell out, turning around to face him, giving him a mean mug. He just shrugs his shoulders, giving you a smirk as you continue to walk up the steps. 

You guys make it into the kitchen, putting the bags onto the table. You see Nick in the living room, skimming through Netflix to find a movie. 

“I’ll be back, I’m gonna go change real quick. “ you tell the three, jogging down the steps to Chris’ room. You open his bedroom door, the smell of his dior sauvage cologne filling your nose. As you strip out of your clothes, you pick up one of Chris’ blue fresh love hoodies and put that on along with some biker shorts. 

You begin to hear footsteps coming down the steps, coming closer to Chris’ door. Chris opens the door, his eyes full of anger and lust as he approaches you. 

“Chris what are you doin-” you get cut off by Chris’ lips mushing into yours, you moaning into the kiss. He wraps his strong hand around your neck, slightly choking you. His other hand goes down to your ass, leaving a nice hard smack on it.

He pulls away, leaving his hand attached to your neck. “What,” he starts. “You thought I forgot about today? Giving me attitude while we were out?” You shake your head yes, egging on his anger. 

“Just say sorry ma.” He says smirking at you, using his free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

“I’m not saying sorry Chris.” you say to him, keeping your wall of stubbornness up. 

“Well I guess I'll have to make you say sorry.” He says, pushing you down to your knees. You come face to face with his clothed hardness, eagerly pulling down his sweats along with his boxers. 

You may or may not have wanted this to happen on purpose. You loved making Chris mad, it always ended up with him fucking you rough and messy.

As you pull his boxers down, his dick claps back on his stomach. His deep pink tip leaking of precum. You begin to kiss the tip, traveling up and down his dick, leaving small licks as you do so. Chris jutting his hips toward your face, needing more pleasure. 

“Hurry up and put it in your mouth slut.” He says, making you open your jaw and place his dick into your mouth. He groans out, finally getting more satisfaction with him in your mouth. You bob your head up and down, drool dripping from your mouth onto Chris’ hoodie. 

“Look at you, sucking my cock like a good girl.” Chris says, causing you to moan against his length. He throws his head back, collecting your hair, making it into a makeshift ponytail as he begins to fuck your face. 

His dick begins to hit the back of your throat, making you gag around his dick while tears welled up in your eyes. You look up at him, his shirt tucked between his teeth, little moans and whimpers leaving his mouth. 

You put your hands on his thighs, trying to slow down the strokes attacking your mouth. This makes Chris go faster, chasing his high. His strokes become sloppier, letting you know he’s close. 

Chris cums in the back of your throat, slowly pulling out of your mouth, your spit and his cum dripping down his length. 

“Swallow.” he says demandingly, tilting your head up so it all goes down your throat. You swallow, opening your mouth to show him you swallow it all. He smirks at you, picking you up from the floor and places you on his bed. 

Chris pulls down your biker shorts, your soaked underwear coming face to face with him. 

“Did sucking my dick make you wet huh slut?” He questions, leaving you to nod your head and whimper. 

“Use your fucking words.” He says, slapping your thigh as his head hovers over your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck, yes Chris.” You say, needing his mouth against your sensitive area. He peels the straps of your underwear away from your hips, dragging them down your thighs, and soon past your calves. 

Your bottom half now exposed to Chris, his hot breath fanning over your pussy. Brushing your hips against his face, needing some sort of relief from the tension in your lower half. 

“Chris.. I need you.” you whine out, moving your pussy closer and closer to his face. 

“Beg for it sweetheart.” he says, leaving hot open mouthed kissing on your thighs. 

“Please Chris,” you start. “I need so bad baby.” you sigh, hoping that was enough for Chris. In the matter of seconds his mouth is attached to your desperate area, his tongue dancing against your folds. 

You moan loudly, having Chris slap the side of your thigh, signaling you to be quiet. Your whimpers and moans are heard throughout the room, along with Chris licking and slurping your pussy. You grip onto his brown locks, grinding into his face as he begins to suck on your clit. 

“Mmph, shit Chris!” you yell out, your orgasm rapidly coming on you. Chris adds his index and middle finger into your soaking hole, stretching you out a bit. 

“Fuck Chris, I’m gonna cum.” you say, making him mumble out a “Don’t do it” before returning his torment on your cunt. Your legs begin to shake as you hold onto your orgasm, doing as Chris told you. 

Chris then lifts his head from your pussy, his face covered in your juices. He removes his shirt, leaving him completely naked. 

He flips you over, smacking both of you ass cheeks. You groan, enjoying the way his hand feels against your ass. 

Chris now brings his dick to your entrance, dipping his tip in and out of your soaked hole. You get impatient and push yourself against him, making him hold your hips and push you away. 

“Chris just fuck me already.” you say, wanting his teasing to stop. You were about to say something again, but Chris cut you off by harshly grabbing your hips and sliding his dick inside you at an intense rate. 

“Fuck mama, your shit is so tight.” he groans out, leaving you a moaning mess infront of him. You feel his length reaching places you thought he couldn’t, dropping your head in the comforter, releasing your moans. 

Chris grabs your hair, pulling you up from the comforter, wanting to hear how good he makes you feel. 

“Say sorry ma.” He says into your ear, increasing the pace his hips are snapping into you. You shake your head no, not fully able to get the words out. That familiar feeling finds its way back to you, having the need to cum. 

“Chris, mmm fuck.” you moan out, arching your back causing Chris to repeatedly hit your g-spot, further increasing your need to release. 

“Please let me cum Chris!” you gasp out, hoping he’ll let you get your high this time. 

“Last time i'm repeating myself, say sorry.” He grunts, his release traveling closer as he continues his abuse to your tight cunt. 

“Shit, o-okay fine Chris,” you say. “I’m sorry!” you yell out, getting worn out from holding onto your orgasm.

“Cum mama.” Chris says, your body wasting no time to let go, streaking Chris’ dick with your cum as he continues to slide in and out. Moaning aloud due to the immense pleasure you’re feeling. 

You feel Chris twitch inside of you, his fast and rough strokes becoming sloppy. He shoots his load inside of you, filling you to the brim. 

“Mmm fuck ma.” Chris says, slowly sliding out of you, watching his and your cum dripping onto his comforter. You fall against the mattress, your body trying to recover from what happened. 

You and Chris lay there , totally forgetting about the movie you were supposed to be watching with Nick and Matt. 

tags: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @luverboychris @sturnsslut @rileysturniolo @itsnotmariahh @bigbeefybitch

[potchi-fics]

zaun (part three of attention)

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      rays of sunshine creep through the tiny cracks of your blinds, waking you up from your deep slumber. the moment you open your eyes, you let out a groan of annoyance. what’s worse is it hurts when you swallow, you feel a slight throbbing in your head, and you feel sluggish. you think that you might be sick. just in time, your alarm clock screams. a slam of your hand shuts it up: shut up, im already up. you force yourself out of bed and opt for a quick shower– grabbing your towel and necessities, you walk to your bathroom. thanks to your shampoo and soap, you manage to smell like lavender and vanilla; a scent youve always adored.

stripping your clothes, you step under the showerhead and turn it on– letting the cold water hit your somehow hot body. im gonna run a fever, arent i. you grumble in irritation, but you focus on the water hitting you, pondering about your interaction with sevika. now that you think about it, its been a couple of days since her last visit. a single question runs into your mind: maybe i should go to zaun again, it is my day-off. 

youve made up your mind, you’ll explore the city. 

laying out clothes on your bed, picking your choice of outfit; black cargo pants paired with black shirt, layered with a coat, and black boots– cant forget your trusty dagger. you check your watch and you figure you’d be there in a couple of minutes. with one final look at yourself in the mirror, you head out.

the bustling city fills all your senses, i probably wont get used to this. this time, you fully take in zaun– kids playing on the streets, drunkards already drinking, elders talking to each other, everyone seems lively today you thought. putting your hands in your pockets, you turn into an alleyway. markus was right, curiosity will get you killed. while walking, you see a child crying in his grandmother's arms and of course, you being a nosy woman, listened to them.

“but grandma,” he wails out, “i really love that radio. why’d they have to destroy it?”

his grandma rubs his head comfortingly, “hush now, ill buy you a new one.”

      you know that look in her eyes, that guilt and regret swimming in her eyes: she wont be able to buy one. look, you werent always a piltie, but that story can be told another time. absentmindedly, your feet bring you to them. you were only snapped back to reality when you hear her ask.

“what do you want? we dont have anything anymore.” the elder hisses out.

you raise your arms, “im not here to take anything, im here to see if i can fix your radio.”

what?

“what?”

this is what i get for being nosy, “i know a few things about ‘em.”

      but the twinkle in the boy’s eyes, his sniffles quieting down, and hugging his grandma tighter? you had to do something. 

“r-really?” he’s a timid little kid.

you slowly kneel beside them, “yeah, kid. ill try to fix it, cant promise you though.”

      you take a look around their house– its small and messy, considering theyre living in an alley, you cant judge. tools that you can use are tucked away in a box in the corner, thinking theyre good enough. seeing that youre eyeing them, the kid hurriedly brings you the box. thanking him, you carefully grab the radio; its old, and run-down, but it works. using a flathead, you disassemble it.

“its not broken, luckily.” you take a glance at the two, “the screws are loose, so you just have to tighten them again.”

      you turn it on once you assemble it back to its original form, a small smile creeps into your face as you hear static before hearing voices.

the grandma brings out her waller, “how much do i need to pa–”

“dont mind,” you stand up to interrupt her, “its my day off.”

her face shows gratitude but her eyes show seriousness, “dont give kindness here easily, kid.”

      your eyebrows furrow, confused by her comment. you could only offer them a nod before making your way deeper into the alleyway, relieved you could fix the radio. before turning, you hear the kid yell a thank you which makes you chuckle. but your victory is cut short when you hear a fight going on. your instincts turning on, you put your back against the wall and take a peek behind it.

its sevika. and shes not looking good. her arm isnt working, she’s outnumbered: she looks like she’s about to pass out. debating whether you should help, you watch for a few seconds. one man was about to punch her but you quickly jumped in to block it. her eyes met yours almost immediately, however, you ignored her and put yourself between her and them.

“you shouldnt be here, pretty little thing.” the middle guy snarled. 

you only stare at them, “i really dont give a fuck. like, at all.”

      guess that pissed him off because he quickly charges at you but you trip him and stepped aside to give him to sevika, seeing the vulnerable man heading her way, she quickly uses her right hand to punch him in the face. on the other side, you were dealing with two guys. one rushes to throw a fist but you evade by ducking and giving the other man a punch in the liver: a body shot, he crumbles down to his knees– giving you the chance to deal with the other. 

“lousy,” you comment, jabbing him and hitting his nose, “weak, unfocused, poor execution.”

      with every insult, you land hit after hit. he bares his yellow teeth at you while holding his bloody nose and mouth. you feel arms around your torso– throwing your lower body in the air and forcibly throwing yourself down, you make the clingy man stumble forward– hitting his buddy. your gaze goes back to sevika and you see her getting pinned to the wall. quickly grabbing your dagger, you make your way to them and slash the back of his knees, making him let go of her. sevika pants but lands a hit to his jaw– knocking him out cold.

you turn to look at the other two, only to see their back turned against you, already running away. cowards. hearing her groans and labored breathing, you turn around and help her up– putting her arm around your shoulder and trying to support her weight.

“i didnt need your help,” sevika grunts out.

you sneer back, “sure, sure. you look like you were winning actually.”

      she tries to escape your hold but right now, you are much stronger than her. you scold her and force her to hold onto you. 

“dont play with me right now, sevika. my head is already hurting,” you warn her.

sevika huffs out, “just this once. i have a safe house somewhere around here, its not far.”

      scared that she was gonna bleed out, you briskly walk, but still gently handling her. after a few minutes, you reach an abandoned building. she leads this time. this place is a goddamn maze, the smell of wood and cigarette brings you back to reality, the door to her safe house opening. 

you take in the sight, you snort at the messy place. she limps to sit on her couch, letting you close and lock the door. you rush to her to assess her injuries: bruises, cuts, and a wound that would probably need stitches.

“you got a kit?” you ask but youre already rummaging through her things.

she snorts, “bathroom, lower cabinet.”

      making a beeline for it, you hurriedly walk to her bathroom. seeing the kit, you let out a breath of relief and grab yourself a few ointments and a wet cloth. you go back to her and she looks like she’s really about to pass out. your voice wakes her up, making her stare at you.

“this is gonna sting,” you prepare the stitch to start.

she dismisses your comment with a wave of her bloody hand, “this is nothing.”

      only breaths and occasional groans from her fill the quiet room, giving your entire focus to finishing her stitch. snipping the thread, you move on to clean her wounds with the wet cloth you grabbed earlier– dabbing and rubbing the blood away, sevika lets the calming action take over her. too tired and worn out to complain. roughly twenty minutes pass and you finally reach her face; taking a moment to stare at her, your eyes roam from her eyebrows, down to her nose, and travel down to stare at her lips. 

“you done starin’ at me?” though her eyes are still closed, you figure she mightve felt your gaze.

warm cloth meets her skin, “wasnt staring at you, i was starin’ at your wounds, asshat.”

      she suddenly grabs you by the waist to pull you to her, your hands landing on her chest to steady yourself. 

“what are you doing.” red paints your ears.

she chuckles lowly, a sound that makes you want to rub your thighs together, “im only making it easier for you.”

“actually, this is harder for me,” you manage to blur out, “stupid.”

      you attempt to pull away but her hold only tightens around you. sevika finally opens her eyes to look at you and you realize: blood loss. 

she looks intently at you, slowly leaning in and putting her nose into your throat– inhaling your scent. you flush at this, the redness covering your entire face now. sevika drags her nose up to the side of your neck, finding your pulse; youre scared she’s gonna feel how fast its pulsing. your hand grips her bicep, feeling the muscle and how solid her body is. your eyes shut as her nose travels up your jaw, her lips just grazing your skin. 

“you shouldnt have come back here,” she whispers out.

      you didnt know it was possible to be closer to her but she grounded you on her crotch– making you straddle her. she pushed you down into her, emitting a throaty groan from her. you, on the other hand, are breathless, you cant think properly, your ears are ringing, and your hands are shaking. she kisses your jaw, resulting in you opening your eyes.

your hand that’s holding the cloth squeezes between the two of you and positions itself on her forehead to push her away. her head lolls back as she finally sleeps. Ignoring the fire in your abdomen, one thought crosses your mind: fuck, that did things to you. 

note: finally building tension

[psychedelic-pebble]

Leashed — Stanford Pines x GN!Reader

hey guys haha i havent posted a proper fic in a while so here, this one is super embarrassing though please dont look at me 😭

Warnings: NSFW Content, Petplay, Puppyplay, BDSM, Dom!Stanford, Sub!Reader, P in V Sex, Mild Breeding - MDNI.

Stanford has always been an adventurous man, so it comes to the surprise of absolutely no one that it translates over into the bedroom as well. You match his pace incredibly well, springing new ideas and scenarios on him whenever possible. He’s always been willing to give new things a shot, so long as it’s safe and so long as it’s you.

Currently busy scribbling away in his journal he completely misses the sound of the rusty elevator doors creaking open, followed by your footsteps on the dusty lab floor.

You sidle over to him and drape your arms around his shoulders, pressing your head against the side of his throat which causes him to stiffen against your touch.

“Hey.” You smile and Ford immediately relaxes at the sound of your voice, setting his pen down on the table. He brings a hand up to brush the side of your face, stroking your jaw gently with his thumb.

“Hello.” He leans into you, a smile breaking out on his usually stoic face. “What do you need, my dear?”

You hum thoughtfully for a moment, carding your fingers through his messy hair and mussing it further.

“I got some stuff today.” Ford perks up a little at your words, brows raising slightly. “I, uh, wanted to try something new. In the bedroom.”

He turns his chair so that he’s facing you, causing you to stumble a little, but he reaches an arm out to steady you before you can fall. His arm comes to rest around your waist, pulling you gently closer as he looks up at you with big, curious eyes.

“Oh? Color me intrigued.” A small grin appears on his face, awaiting your response. You pull out of his touch and motion for him to follow you, which he does, standing and closing his journal to wander after you.

“I put it upstairs. I hope it’s not too weird.” You give a sheepish smile as the two of you board the elevator, and he places a hand flat on your back to comfort your fears.

“Darling, I’ve seen almost everything in and out of this dimension.” He chuckles, rubbing your back gently. “I highly doubt that it’s too weird.”

You both exit the elevator and you tug him along to your shared bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you and rushing excitedly over to the box sitting on your bed. A soft laugh escapes him as you quickly beckon him over.

“Excited, are we?” He sits down next to you on the bed, looking at the closed box. You nod, flashing a grin and opening the box to rifle through it.

He watches intently as you pull out the few items, tilting his head to the side curiously. You hold up a beautiful deep red and black collar with a matching metal chain leash, almost the same color as his sweater. He blinks a few times, raising an eyebrow and you swear you can hear the cogs turning in his brain.

“I thought it might spice things up a little.” You look away embarrassedly. “I could, uh, wear it.”

“You… want me to treat you like a dog?” He tilts his head adorably, clearly attempting to understand better.

“Essentially.” You nod, and he hums in thought.

“I think I can give it a shot.” He leans closer to press a kiss to your forehead and you give a big, dumb smile.

You lean back to slip the collar on with a satisfying ‘click!’ sound, adjusting it so that it's tight enough but not suffocating you. It presses comfortably against your trachea, with just the right amount of pressure to make you more than a little hot and bothered. You reach back into the box to grab one more item, Ford watching curiously as you pull out a gag.

“I also got this, but we don’t have to use it if you don’t want t-”

“No, wear it.” Stanford cuts you off, almost flustering himself with the quickness of his objection. His face reddens almost immediately, and he clears his throat. “If you’d like to, of course.”

You grin, fidgeting with the harness of the gag in your hands. It’s a beautiful carmine color, with black leather straps accompanying it.

“Should I undress?” You look up at him, and he hums thoughtfully.

“Everything but your underwear,” Stanford responds after a moment, clearly already thinking up a plan. You love that expression he has, when he’s thinking hard about something. When his eyebrows furrow and his eyes cast upwards absently.

Without a second thought, you set the gag down and stand to remove your shirt, pulling it upwards and casting it to the floor. He looks mildly awestruck — as he usually does when you’re undressed — and shamelessly stares at your torso with a dumb grin.

You shyly look away, fidgeting with your pants button awkwardly. He chuckles, scooting to the edge of the bed and reaching out to hold your hips with both hands. All twelve fingers come to rest on your hips, pulling you slightly closer.

“Don’t be so shy, darling.” He purrs, hands running inwards towards your abdomen and unbuttoning your pants with steady movements. “You know I love seeing you.”

A small blush creeps onto your face, accompanied by a flustered smile. He carefully unzips your pants and eases them down your thighs, nudging your legs apart ever so slightly to get them off easier whilst trying not to make you fall over at the same time.

You step out of your now discarded jeans and fidget with your hands, unsure what to do with them. Stanford leans closer and wraps a hand around the shiny metal chain clipped to the collar, pulling your head down roughly - but not painfully - so that you’re face to face with him. You make a sort of yelp noise, stumbling slightly but catching yourself before you can fall.

“Before we do this, I want to ensure your safety.” He says almost matter-of-factly, looking up at you. “If you need to tap out, just give two or three taps anywhere on my body, since you won’t be able to speak. If you’re unable to reach my body, hit the floor, or the bed.”

“Yessir.” You smile and nod, and he relaxes visibly, getting back into the persona of dominance.

“Can I put this on you now?” He reaches to the side to grab the gag, lifting it and holding it in front of your face. You give a shy nod, and he lets go of the chain to wrap the harness around your head with both hands. “Open, sweetheart.”

You realize after a minute that he’s asking you to open your mouth. Almost instantaneously after realizing it, you open your mouth so that your teeth are showing, tongue pressed flat against the bottom to accommodate for the gag. He hums, placing it gently in your mouth and reaching around to buckle it.

“Too tight?” He asks, and you make a muffled sound as if trying to respond before shaking your head. He laughs quietly, placing a hand on top of your head to give a few gentle strokes. “Good. Now, what should I do with you?”

You know it’s a rhetorical question, and he likely already knows what he’s going to do, but that doesn’t stop you from making a small whine.

“Aww,” he cooes, bringing the hand on your head down to your chin to give it a few affectionate scratches, “poor puppy doesn’t know what to do.”

You whine again, embarrassment slowly fading as he gets more into the roleplay. He hums in thought for a moment, toying with the chain dangling from your neck.

“How about this; get on your knees for me.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You’re on the floor almost immediately in front of him, knees pressed against the floor while you kneel.

You awkwardly hold your arms to your sides, unsure what to do with them, before Ford takes one and lifts it so that your arm is curled against your chest.

“Paws up, puppy.” Ford commands and you immediately bring your other hand up to match. “Good.”

He pats your head a few times, ruffling your hair while his other hand holds the chain. He gets that thoughtful expression on his face again, this time though, he holds eye contact with you, looking affectionately at you.

“Hmm.. let’s try this. Lay down.” He says after a moment of silence. You blink up at him, registering the command and attempting to execute it.

You scoot back slightly, placing your hands on the floor and laying on your stomach with your legs tucked underneath you. Ford makes an affectionate sound, reaching down to ruffle your hair again.

“Good puppy! Now, let’s try something harder… Roll over.” His voice is sweet and smooth in a way you’ve never heard before - he must be getting really into this.

You shift upwards slightly before ducking your head down, rolling over onto your back and keeping your arms curled up against your chest like a dog. He smiles, getting up off the bed to kneel next to you.

“What a good little pup, so obedient.” He reaches out a hand and places it flat on your belly, giving a couple of affectionate strokes. You arch your back upwards without question, and he chuckles. “Aw, does my puppy like tummy rubs?”

You make a drawn-out whine, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He laughs and inches his hand lower, just barely brushing beneath the waistband of your underwear. You wiggle your hips up into his touch and he draws his hand away, tutting at you.

“Not yet, pup. I have one more trick for you. Then you’ll get a treat.”

You give him a hopeful look, tilting your head to the side and he hums fondly, although his eyes glint with a certain mischief that you just barely miss.

“Beg.” Comes his short command, and you look confused for a second. The gag in your mouth made it impossible to speak, and he snickers at your expression. “C’mon, puppy. Don’t you want that reward?”

You whimper around the gag and he gives an encouraging nod. Realizing he doesn’t want you to beg like a person, you shamelessly begin whining and whimpering, looking up at him with big puppy-dog eyes. When he looks unfazed, you try harder, eyebrows furrowing as you huff and cry as best you can.

“There you go.” Ford grins, grabbing the collar and pulling up slightly. You follow his lead, sitting up and looking at him, waiting ever-so-patiently for that reward.

He leans closer to press a kiss to the crown of your head, running the hand not currently occupied by the chain through the hair on the nape of your neck. He tugs the chain a little bit, standing and sitting on the bed.

“Up.” He pats the bed next to him, and you hop up without a second thought. He suddenly grasps the edges of his sweater, pulling it up and over his head before turning to you. “On your hands and knees.”

You’re too far in to even be embarrassed at this point, willingly getting on your hands and knees in front of him. He grins, slipping off those clunky boots he always insists on wearing and crawling onto the bed behind you.

You startle slightly as his hands grab your hips roughly, pulling you back into him. An outright moan rips through the gag as you feel him pressed against you - he’s completely hard in his slacks.

“Still want that reward?” Stanford asks, rubbing soothing circles into your hips with his thumbs. What a gentleman.

You nod feverishly, grinding your ass back onto his now prominent erection which prompts a hiss from Ford. He nods, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and all but yanking them down. You yelp quietly, and he laughs, leaning back to shuffle out of his pants and boxers.

“So wet. You really like this, huh puppy?” He palms your ass, spreading you apart for him, before running his thumb down the slit of your cunt. You jolt, whining pathetically around the gag and pushing your hips back into his hand.

He growls a little, a deep, primal sound that you’ve heard at least a hundred times at this point. You can’t see it, but he’s got a huge, almost feral, grin on his face.

The head of his cock bumps your entrance and you hiss, whining and clawing at the sheets as your front half collapses onto the bed, leaving you face down ass up for him. His grip on your hips is almost bruising as he eases his cock into you, a low groan forcing itself from his lungs.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He growls through his teeth, self-restraint a thread away from breaking as his hips meet yours. You make a whiny gasp, feeling as though the air was just knocked from your chest.

He gives you the comfort of waiting for you to adjust, but his hands shake a little on your hips, obviously impatient.

“Ready, pup?” He asks through gritted teeth, the same feral grin splitting his face. You nod after a minute, clawing the sheets and pressing your hips back.

He reaches down to grab the chain, pulling it around your neck so that it’s facing him. You shudder a little at the movement, and, just as a precaution, Stanford leans down to ask a question before he starts moving.

“Remember the safe wor- err, action?” He massages your hip gently, referring to the earlier conversation and making sure you know you can back out if it gets too much.

You nod, pressing your hips back into his. He groans and draws his hips back slightly, snapping them suddenly forward and fucking a moan that’s downright pornographic out of you. One hand rests on your hip, the other white knuckle gripping the chain around your throat and pulling it gently with every thrust.

He fucks you like he’ll die if he stops, hips moving with a rhythm that should be impossible for his age, but you figure 30 years of dimension-hopping will make you at least a little more athletic. You can barely form a sentence at this rate, his cock pumping deep, ferocious stokes inside of you that make you feel dizzy.

The tip of his cock jams into a sweet spot and you see stars, crying out and clenching hard around him.

“Fuck-!” Stanford’s grip on your hips tightens, and he leans down to growl in your ear. “Right there, pup? Yeah?”

You make a whiny noise of confirmation and he laughs, angling his hips to keep hitting that spot. You’re not gonna last long at this point, and you know he’s not going to either.

It’s hard to warn someone you’re about to cum with silicone stuffed in your mouth, but you try anyways, whines getting louder and more desperate, and he seems to understand. He somehow fucks into you impossibly faster, reaching his own release along with you.

“Can I, fuck- can I cum inside of you?” His voice is almost akin to a plea, and are you to deny him such a request? He did ask nicely, after all.

You nod your head again, emphasizing with a muffled whimper. His eyes screw shut and his head tilts back as he thrusts a few more times, stilling suddenly as he reaches his peak, stuffing your cunt full of hot cum and making a noise that sounds straight out of a porno.

You cry out and gasp, shaking and clenching around him as he haphazardly fucks you through your orgasm, making sure you reach it too. It’s like fireworks go off inside your brain and you’re certain you’ve never cum this hard before, pleasure sparking up your spine as the coil in your belly finally snaps.

You both take a good while to come down, panting and shaking a little as he rubs gently up and down your back. He pulls out eventually, making you whimper softly from the overstimulation.

He sits next to you as you lifelessly flop over onto the bed, hands still twitching from the intensity of your orgasm. He reaches over to remove the gag, unhooking the buckle and pulling it out of your mouth.

“Bleeugh,” a thick line of saliva drips from your mouth and onto the bed, “…sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Stanford chuckles, placing the gag down on the nightstand after wiping it off with a tissue. “We can wash the sheets later.”

He rolls over and pulls you into his arms, throwing the blanket over you both and reaching over to unbuckle the collar so that you don’t suffocate in your sleep. He puts that on the nightstand as well, before cuddling up to you and pulling you into his chest.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, dear.” He smiles, carding a hand through your hair. “I enjoyed myself as well, although I’m fairly certain my back will be sore for a while.”

“Thank you for indulging me.” You laugh, snuggling into him.

“Anything for you, my dearest.”

It doesn’t take long for you both to drift off, the night's events being entirely exhausting for both of you, and you’re both sure you discovered something new about yourselves.

Thank you as always for reading, and i hope you enjoyed <3