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simonsrosebud · 4 years

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the one where someone doesn’t know who kevin day is, pt. 3

part one two four five

kevin has a talk with them the next morning before practice. or more of just him storming into the lounge and going off. the four freshman are there, too, but he doesn’t quite care.

“dalton isn’t fucked up like the rest of us! there’s a reason i didn’t want any of you meeting or even knowing about him and it’s not because i hadn’t fucking come out yet. he’s not a fox, and he’s not even thea. he’s not involved with exy, he doesn’t know about riko and me and the moriyama’s and the rest! there’s a lot of shit he doesn’t know about yet and none of you had the right throwing it all out in the air last night just to have a fucking laugh. tell me, was it funny? was it fucking funny getting him shitfaced just to get some answers and take the piss?!”

dan stands, and kevin holds a hand out. she looks to andrew, but his silence sides him with kevin. “kevin, we were just trying to-“

“you have no excuses, dan. none of you do. you were trying to make a fool of me and my boyfriend for nothing. and now, i have to go cure his curiosity of the things you all said.” and he storms out.

wymack doesn’t stop him. if anything, he looks mad at those left. “the fuck did you do to him to make him skip practice?! you realize that’s never happened so long as he’s lived, right?! we don’t have protocol for the day kevin skips exy.”

meanwhile, dalton doesn’t actually have that many questions. the numbing of alcohol for a face tattoo is understandable, especially knowing that kevin’s sober and therefore must have had a problem. the cracker dust he asks about just because he doesn’t know what it is- he doesn’t like it, but trusts kevin that he’s done with it. he’s seen the scar along kevin’s hand, he already assumed it was from a surgery. the edgar allen thing was too vague for him to be curious about, but he does ask- not about, the father comment, but if he’s okay about it. kevin tells him this much; that he transferred from edgar allen to palmetto because he’d known for a few years that wymack was his father, and that he didn’t have the courage to tell him until last year.

kevin thanks the gods that dalton doesn’t ask about or seem to remember any mention of the yakuza.

they’re at kevin’s suite because he knows they’ll have a few hours by themselves with everyone at the stadium, but only an hour in there’s knocking on the door. dalton has his lips on kevin’s- he’d just said how he likes having access to his “real smile”. “gonna get it?” kevin shakes his head. the knocking starts again.

“come on, kevin! we’re sorry! just open up for a second!”

kevin knows dalton likes when he speaks french, so he sighs and kisses him before whispering, “i hate them all.”

dan is at his door with matt and allison in tow. “what do you want?”

“to apologize.” kevin raises his eyebrows. “look, we take the piss a lot and you never seemed to be visibly affected by it, so we didn’t realize that last night was upsetting you until you left.”

“you said never have i ever seen kevin have a meltdown. why do you think you’ve seen that? because i’m a toddler? you know what i’ve had my reasons.” riko. the moriyamas.

“i know. look, we don’t want to give you excuses. i-i don’t have an explanation. you’ve always kind of let us take the piss without saying anything, and we took it too far, especially last night. andrew looked like he wanted to kill nicky for the yakuza comment, but neil talked to him about it before we went to the stadium this morning,” she whispers the last part because she’s not stupid, and kevin huffs.

matt jumps in. “we wanna make it up to you, man. you’ve obviously hid him from us for a reason and we proved you right.” kevin honestly wants to get back to dalton and he wants it to just be over with. “bring him to the winter banquet, we’ll be nice. if anyone says anything i’ll punch em. neil will chew em out.”

kevin grimaces. the ravens will be at the banquet. it’s in just over a month, the second week of december. he’ll have to tell dalton some things by then. and he might have to say something to the public.

he doesn’t tell him anything. not yet, at least. he still has three weeks until the banquet- he hasn’t even asked dalton yet. he starts to like away games a little more than before, though. he gets dalton a little postcard from every new state they go to. he tapes them all to one of the walls of his room.

he’s on the phone with dalton at an airport general store, even, when he gets interrupted by two girls. he puts on his press smile before he even notices. “hold on, d.”

he doesn’t love fan interactions.

when they leave, dalton asks him with amusement if he’s got fans now, and kevin kind of decides he should probably tell him some more about his life because jesus, does he have fans. he needs to tell him about he and riko. what they were, what they were to fans of exy, what kevin was to fans of exy. what kevin was to riko- without involving the yakuza.

but he doesn’t, because dalton never brings up the topic of “fans” again.

he doesn’t tell him until a week later, when he wakes up from a nightmare.

dalton’s leaning over him, speaking, but all kevin sees is riko riko riko. it takes all of two seconds for dalton to back off.

“hey, hey, it’s me, it’s dalton. you’re safe, you’re in my apartment. no one else is here, i promise.”

kevin’s breathing so hard, dalton flicks the lamp on and he just crumbles. he sits up and presses his hands over his eyes, “i’m sorry.”

“can i touch you?” he nods. dalton’s sitting at his side, cross legged, and gently pulls kevin’s hands off his eyes. “you don’t have to be sorry. i know there’s shit in here,” he lightly lifts his hands to hold kevin’s face and taps his temple with a finger, “i don’t need to know what it is, just know you don’t have to apologize for it, and know you’re safe.”

kevin nods and twists to hug him. and dalton wraps his arms securely around kevin’s back. he presses a kiss to the top of his head and mumbles “c’mere” to prompt kevin into climbing into his lap.

dalton slides his fingers through kevin’s hair and it’s just so soothing, it nearly puts him to sleep. and when dalton lays back down kevin stays wrapped around him with his cheek pressed to his chest.

when kevin wakes up it’s to find they’ve switched positions overnight. dalton’s got his arm lazily draped over kevin’s waist, almost holding him close like a pillow. his ankle is thrown over kevin’s, and his head is pressed into the back of kevin’s neck.

kevin doesn’t want to move. in fact, he stays so still so as to not wake dalton, that when he stirs kevin just shushes him and pulls dalton’s arm back around him. he holds his hand close to his chest.

dalton’s not stupid. he knows kevin’s awake and nuzzles himself closer. “you like being cuddled.”

“you’re the one doing it, not me.” but he definitely tilts further into the pillow to expose his neck when dalton starts kissing up the side.

“you like being the little spoon.” and pushes himself up over kevin. “you like when you’re on the bottom, kev.” he kisses him deep into the mattress despite morning breath, and noses down his neck. “i like it.”

kevin tugs at dalton’s hair. “and what… what about it?”

ahaha. aha. sex.

anyway.

he tells dalton everything afterwards. he leaves out the yakuza part, and the fact of neil’s past, because that’s another monster. but he tells him the rest. who his mother is and why he’s such a big deal in the exy world; why he really left edgar allen and came to the foxes; the tattoo that’s buried under his chess piece and what it meant. what his relationship with riko was really like, and everything about their past and the abuse he endured.

and he fills him in on what triggers him because of that: small pitch black rooms, confined spaces without an easy way out, holding his hand too tight, the mention of riko moriyama, a lot of other things.

and dalton stays.

so kevin asks him to the banquet. when he says yes, he asks wymack for help arranging an interview. there are enough people and press lingering outside the exy banquets, and he’d like to hold his boyfriend’s hand on the way in this year.

it’s scheduled to be live the morning before the banquet. it’s with sophie silletti for espn college exy, and she posts about it as soon as it’s booked.

kevin sits with her. it’s nothing like kathy ferdinand. they talk strictly about exy and eventually, with his pre-approved questions, she brings up thea’s team’s most recent game. “and forgive me if i’m wrong, but you and thea muldani split recently, yes?”

kevin nods. “back in may, i’d say. we’re still friendly, i have the utmost respect towards her. in the end it just didn’t work out.” i haven’t talked to her in months.

sophie nods. “everything happens for a reason, i’d like to think.”

“of course. it wouldn’t have led me elsewhere.”

“is that hinting at something? i feel we don’t normally talk about this, but does kevin day have someone new in his love life?”

kevin palms are sweating. he hopes his face isn’t red with nerves. “i do, actually. i won’t say anything about him for his own privacy” i don’t want the public’s prying eyes “but we’ve been together for a bit, now.”

sophie is grinning, she feigns surprise. “i heard you say him, did i not? anything else to tell us?”

he keeps his smile easy, but he can feel the worry in the back of his head telling himself they can see right through it. “if you’re asking, then sure. i’m a bisexual man, so yes, my partner is also a man. this is the first time i’ve ever announced it to the public, actually.” as if that wasn’t the whole point of today.

“at least your fangirls can keep their hopes up, then, yeah? still got a 50/50 shot! and i’ve got to say, i feel honored you trusted me and my show with a milestone like this. coming out certainly is a big deal, or at least nerve wracking! how do you feel?” she laughs. “is it like a weight lifted from your shoulders?”

“i was never too stressed about it.” lies. “some will hate, sure, but my job is the game. if my fans are true then this won’t change that. speaking of,” and then it’s back to exy.

wymack drives them back to palmetto, and when they’re close enough he says, “i’m proud of you for doing that.”

“thanks.”

“where am i dropping you off?”

kevin knows andrew and neil probably watched the interview, and he doesn’t feel like dealing with whatever they’ve got to say about it. so wymack drops him at dalton’s who hugs him as soon as he opens the door.

“you watched?”

“of course.” he kisses his cheek.

all posts/updates relating to this au can be found in the “OC: dalton miller” tag!

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fanficwriter013 · 4 years

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 12

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3286

Warnings: canon typical violence, dead bodies, smut (mmmf bisexual foursome, anal, oral, vaginal sex, light d/s and power play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, come play)

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Not this time @avengerscompound

Chapter 12: The Second Suit

Thor stood to attention, looking around our chambers. “Something isn’t right.” He said.

“What? What is it?” I asked as Steve, Loki and the Warriors Three all stood to attention too.

“There’s something… Elise, go to the children’s room. Tony - go with her.” Thor ordered.

We both got up and retreated quickly to the children’s bedroom. We stood in the dark watching the door. “You’ve got a suit on you, right?” I asked.

“Of course I have a suit,” Tony said, holding up his wrists to show me two wristbands in red and gold.

I let out a breath. “Okay, good.”

There was a loud thud outside the door and I flinched and Tony took a step forward. “I have one in purple. It fits your specs.” Tony said. “You know… if you want it.”

I tilted my head and looked at him. “You do?”

“This one is more complicated.” He said reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulling out what looked like a pair of amethyst earrings. “I wanted them to be functionally beautiful.”

I took them off him and swirled them in my palm as I looked them over. “You made them for me?”

“I did,” Tony said and gestured to the kids. “For their momma bear.”

I looked down at the earrings and then back up at Tony. The sounds from outside were muffled and indistinct. “That is… you’re…” I shook my head to clear it. “Thank you, Tony. How do they work?”

“The posts read your biometrics. It will activate when you’re in danger. But they have voice recognition too.” He said.

“And what? A suit flies in?” I asked putting the earrings in.

Tony laughed. “No. It’s nanotech. The suit is in the earrings. And no, I didn’t sexualize the suit.” He leaned in. “But I wanted to.” He added at a whisper.

I shoved him. “Not the time.”

“Sorry.” He said, straightening up and squaring off again.

“What if I can’t control it?” I asked.

“I made it so a monkey could control it. So you might have a few problems, but you should be able to get the hang of it.” He teased.

I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He whispered. “Would have preferred to not have to worry about it. But you know, we’re supers and shit.”

The door opened and we both took steps back and squared-off ready to fight. A blood-covered hand wrapped around the door. “You two can come out now,” Loki said, stepping out.

“Prove it’s you,” I said.

Loki rolled his eyes. “Not as hopeless as I thought you were. What do you want?”

I thought for a moment. “Thor once made you celebrate Christmas with us before the babies were born. Clint gave you a gift. What was it? And tell me one thing you ate that you didn’t sneer at.”

“Tickets to a play about myself,” Loki answered. “And the pecan pie.”

I looked at Tony and he gave a nod. “Are you okay, Loki? Did they hurt you?” I asked following him out into the living room.

“It’s not my blood,” Loki said, gesturing to the six bodies on the ground.

I backed up against the wall, staring at the horrific show in front of me. I put my palms on the stone, like if I felt it, I wouldn’t have a complete breakdown. “Are we safe here?”

“Yes,” Thor said. “More so than elsewhere. Heimdall can show me threats, and we can be prepared.”

I swallowed thickly. “Okay.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” Loki snarked. “That one is still alive.”

“Not helping, Loki,” Steve growled. “Sweetheart, come here.”

I shook my head and the warriors began to move through the room, Heimdall and Hogun picked up one and began carrying it out while Volstagg slung another over his shoulder.

“No, thank you,” I said, patting the wall.

“Are you gonna puke?” Tony asked.

“I’m trying not to.”

“Elise,” Thor said moving over to me.

“You’re all so calm,” I said.

“I’ve punched Hitler in the face.” Steve joked.

I laughed, but it sounded weird and slightly hysterical.

“We’ve had to get used to this kind of thing, honey,” Tony said.

“We’ve tried to keep you sheltered from it,” Steve added as Thor gently wrapped his arms around me.

I melted into him, hiding my face in his chest so I wouldn’t have to see the carnage. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to worry about me too.”

“You’re my responsibility,” Thor said.

“I just… I should be prepared for things like this. This is the world I agreed to be a part of.” I said.

“No,” Thor said. “You shouldn't have to get used to anything of the sort.” He rubbed my back gently and kissed the top of my head. “Just breathe deeply. I’ll tell you when it’s safe to look.”

There was more movement around me and then the sound of Loki using his magic. “There it’s all clean,” Thor said. “How do you feel?”

I poked my head out and looked around. There was no sign at all that an attack even happened. “A little shaken. Embarrassed.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Steve said.

We moved back to the couch and Thor and Tony cocooned me between them. “Tony made me a suit.”

“Tony did what?” Steve asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

“Made me a suit,” I repeated.

Steve glared at Tony. “I thought we talked about this.”

“Who’s we? You and Tony?” I asked.

“Um. We as in everyone … but you.” Steve answered sounding sheepish.

“Steve…”

“This was before the children,” Steve said defensively.

“Which one of you wants me to yell at them? Steve? Tony? It’s going to be one of you.” I snapped.

“El, it was before we were even really that serious.”

“Serious enough that Tony thought a suit might be useful though apparently.” I snapped.

“I still don’t know why I’m not allowed to make you a suit,” Tony said.

“We were trying to shelter her from that,” Steve said.

“It’s for safety!” Tony argued. “Like from what happened tonight. Or today when she was kidnapped.”

“Hey chuckleheads, eyes up,” I said. “I don’t want to be the next Iron Man. But neither you two or any of the others get to decide that for me. If there is an issue directly pertaining to me and what I do with my life, you talk to me about it and I get to decide. Not any of you.”

“Sorry, El.” They both said as one.

“Good,” I muttered and sunk into the couch. “And I’m calling my AI Synergy.”

“Okay, dear,” Tony said.

“I don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight after all this. I feel like I’m on the verge of a complete breakdown.” I said.

“I can make tea?” Loki said. “If you trust me.”

“Trusting you is context-sensitive,” I answered. “But yes, that would be nice. Thank you.”

Tony tucked me into his side as Loki got up and left the room. “How can I help?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. Even those times when I was directly involved in the Avengers stuff, I never saw that many bodies. We were just eating dinner in here.”

“Do you want to talk about it or to be distracted?” Tony asked.

“Distracted.”

“Okay. What can I tell you?” Tony mused. “Would sex help?”

I chuckled and nuzzled at him. “Only you.” I teased. “I don’t think I’d be a very good partner.”

“We can make it all about you, my queen,” Thor said.

I looked up at him. “Did you just call me your queen?”

“Yes.” He said. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” I said. “You’ve just never called me that before.”

“You’re the mother of my child. The queen of Asgard.” Thor said.

“I know. I just…. I didn’t think… anything.”

“You thought you were my dog.”

I frowned and nodded. “Yeah.”

“So I want to show you, you are so much more to me.” He said, putting his hand on my hip and leaning in. I bridged the difference, kissing him lovingly.

“Let us take you into the bedroom. The Warriors will guard the rooms. We are safe and we can make you feel relaxed. It can go as far as you want it to.” Thor said. “And if you aren’t feeling it, there will be the tea Loki makes.”

I nodded and he lifted me up carrying me into the room as Steve and Tony followed after me. Thor put me on my feet and began to unbuckle the armored breastplate, while Steve began to undress and Tony looked for hangers.

“They’ll be safe?” I asked, looking up at Thor.

He moved the armor to the floor and tugged at the binds that held the dress in place so that it just dropped and pooled around me. “We’re safe, Elise.”

I lay back on the bed and Thor drizzled some of that warm scented oil on me while Steve moved to the end of the bed and began to massage my feet and calves.

“When Loki returns I’ll have him set up some enchantments,” Thor said and began to massage the oil in, starting at my shoulders.

I closed my eyes and started to relax.

“We’re alright, El,” Steve said as he worked the tension out of my legs.

“See, the thing is, you would have said exactly the same thing before that attack,” I said.

There was a knock on the door and Tony answered it. I heard him speaking with Loki but I couldn’t hear what they said. The door closed and Tony put a goblet down on a table by the bed.

“Tony,” I grumbled.

“It’s Gucci, El. I need to hang it.” He said.

“Hang it on the back of the chair.”

“So impatient.” He teased heading into the closet. He returned in just his boxers and climbed into bed on the other side of me.

The three of them massaged me. Their hands moving more and more intimately. Steve’s moving up to my thighs, Thor’s to my breasts and Tony’s moved over my hips. As I relaxed more, Thor leaned over and kissed Tony. It seemed to take Tony by surprise and he made a funny little squeak sound before returning it deeply. I watched them closely as their tongues danced with each other and their mouths moved together. I let out a soft moan and Thor pulled back and leaned right over and kissed Steve. Steve met him halfway and they kissed over me. I moaned louder.

Tony teased his fingers over my cunt. “Our little voyeur might be getting more into this than she expected.”

Steve pulled back and looked down at me. “Is that so, El? Getting a little turned on watching us kiss?”

“I like seeing you together.” I hummed. “You love each other.”

A soft smile spread over Steve’s face. “Oh, it’s because you’re a romantic is it?”

I giggled. “You’re also really hot.”

“That’s what I thought.” He teased and leaned toward Tony. Tony smirked and captured his lips.

They kissed graphically and Steve’s hands went to Tony’s hair and tugged on it. Tony groaned and submitted completely to him, letting Steve guide him. Steve ran his hand down Tony’s arm and guided his fingers to my clit. He used his finger to push Tony’s in tight circles over the little bundle of nerves and I gasped and arched up on the bed.

“They look good, don’t they, lover?” Thor hummed as he massaged my breasts and pulled on my nipples. A little spark jumped off his fingertips and I groaned as my nipples hardened to the point it was almost painful.

“Mmm… they do.” I agreed. “It’s nice to see them getting along.”

Thor chuckled. “I can definitely agree with that.”

Steve moved his finger from my clit, leaving Tony to circle his finger over it and he pushed two fingers into me. I moaned and Tony reached over to Steve with his free hand and began to palm his cock. Steve let out a low growl and his fingers tightened in Tony’s hair.

I hummed and rolled my hips against their hands. I felt soft and slightly fuzzy as I lay surrounded by them. Tony and Steve kept moving their hands on my cunt almost as a side thought to the power play they were in the middle of.

“Come here, Elise,” Thor said guiding me up into his lap.

As soon as I began to move away from Tony and Steve they took their hands away from me and began to focus on each other. Steve pulled Tony’s head back, kissing him hard like he was claiming him. As he did, he worked Tony’s boxers down to his knees and wrapped his cock in his hand and began to pump.

Tony mewled into Steve’s kiss, submitting to him, but also struggling against him. He palmed Steve’s cock, and his hand opened and closed on his bicep.

Thor pulled me flush so my back was pressed against his muscular chest. He rolled his hips under me so his cock slid up and down my folds. The head would appear and then disappear between my lips as he ground against me. My fluids coated his shaft as he kissed my neck and massaged my tits.

“They put on quite the show,” Thor whispered. “Shall we watch them as we have our own fun?”

“Yes,” I moaned, needily.

Steve grappled with Tony, turning him around, so they were both kneeling, and Tony was pulled up against him. He held Tony in place by his throat as he rutted against his ass and bit at the shell of his ear. Tony groaned loudly, his cock, jumping and leaking precome onto the bed. “Gonna take my cock like a good boy, Tony?” Steve growled.

Tony made a choked groan. “No…”

“No?” Steve asked wrapping his hand around Tony’s cock again. “You don’t want me to fuck your ass, Tony?”

“No,” Tony gasped, pushing his ass back against Steve’s cock. “I do.”

Steve chuckled. “Oh, you’re not going to be good. I see. I don’t know what I expected.”

Tony smirked, turned his head, and reached back pulling Steve into a searing kiss. Steve held out his hand to Thor and Thor reached over and pressed the bottle of oil they’d been rubbing into my skin into his palm.

When Thor settled back into place he grabbed my hips and lifted me a little before pulling me back down on his cock.

I moaned loudly and let my head fall back on Thor’s shoulder as his cock stretched and filled me. When I had adjusted to him I lifted my head to see Steve pushing Tony’s face down against the mattress while he teased open his asshole with his fingers.

I whimpered and Tony’s eyes met mine. He licked his lips and pushed back against Steve’s fingers. Steve spanked his ass as pulled his hand away, adding more oil to his dick and then lining it up against Tony’s ass.

“Ready for it, Tony?”

Tony grunted and nodded, pushing back a bit. Steve grabbed his hips and slowly eased his cock in.

Both Tony and I moaned in unison as his ass was stretched and filled by Steve inch by inch. I started bouncing on Thor’s cock as I watched Tony and Steve. Thor wrapped his arms around me and with one hand he massaged my breast and the other he rubbed my clit.

Steve seemed to want to mimic our position. He pulled Tony flush up against him as he fucked his ass hard and deep. One arm he kept pressed on Tony’s chest, his fingers wrapped around his throat and the other hand jerked Tony off.

Tony and I kept our eyes on each other. His were blown out with lust, and I’m sure mine must be too.

“Tell him how good he looks being taken by Steve,” Thor whispered.

“Fuck. Tony. You look so hot.” I mewled.

“You do too, El.” He grunted.

“What do you think, Steve?” Thor said. “Can we get them off at the same time?”

Steve smiled and gave a short nod. “I think I can handle that.”

The blonds began to work on their respective brunette hard. Fucking into us. Thor rubbing my clit while Steve jerked Tony off. My legs began to tremble and Tony’s cock throbbed while we both panted and moaned.

With a sudden jerk, we both came at the same time. I cried out and my body seized up and clenched around Thor’s cock, while Tony grunted and arched back, hot ropes of come splattering his stomach and the bed.

Steve slipped out of Tony while Thor eased up in me. “What do you think? Shall we wear out Elise?” Thor asked.

Steve nodded. “That’s why we were doing this wasn’t it?”

Thor chuckled and lifted me off him putting me back on the bed.

“Clean Tony up, Elly,” Steve said in his very best Cap voice.

I crawled over to Tony and licked the salty semen of his stomach and his oversensitive cock, making it twitch and him whimper. As I did Steve cleaned himself up and Thor climbed off the bed.

When Tony was clean I looked up at Steve. “Good, girl,” he praised. “Now lie back. Head over the edge.”

I complied quickly laying back on the bed and letting my head drop over the edge. Thor traced the head of his cock over my mouth, coaxing my lips apart. I opened wide and poked out my tongue, flicking it over his foreskin. As he eased it in, my lips stretching around his girth, Steve moved between my legs on his knees, pulled my hips up and sunk into my cunt.

Steve didn’t wait for me to adjust, he just started thrusting hard and deep into me, pushing me into Thor more and more. Thor went slower. First testing my limits, wanting to fuck my throat deep without hurting me or causing me distress. Then when he could see how far I could take it without gagging he ran his fingers over my throat, feeling the bulge formed by his thick cock.

I hummed around it and Tony moved over to us. “Fuck, look at you.” He hummed putting his palm on my throat to feel Thor thrusting into me.

He ran his hands down and teased them over my breasts and then pinched and pulled at my nipples.

I groaned and arched up. That fuzzy feeling I had intensified as my breathing was restricted by Thor's cock. I groaned and bucked between them. Tony began to rub my clit hard and I lost all sense of control.

I came bucking between them and gagging on Thor’s cock, but none of them eased up at all. Steve grabbed my hips and held me in place and angled so that each hard thrust hit my g-spot.

I came again, gushing on Steve’s cock. He grunted and snapped his hips, coming inside me as my cunt spasmed and squirted around him. Thor pulled back a little as he released in my mouth. I choked but managed to swallow most of it, though some spilled down my chin.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Tony hummed and pulled me up into a deep kiss, running his tongue over my lips, and swirling it in my mouth.

We settled and I took a drink of the tea Loki made me. It wasn’t long before I was deep asleep cocooned by the three of them.

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tatsupyon · 7 years

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Title: Sweet dreams Pairing: HidaEno Prompt: Dreams/Nightmares Word Count: 2425 Summary: Enomoto and Hidaka are both studying in college and they end up being roommates. Enomoto isn’t too pleased to have a popular straight guy as his roommate at first but soon Hidaka’s charm makes Enomoto to change his mind.

Special thanks to @heartlessfujoshi for helping me out with this one! This is firt fic I’ll ever post in tumblr and I was so nervous and wouldn’t be able to do this without your help ♥

First day at college. I’m sitting in back of classroom because I’m too shy to sit in front row. There were only few people besides me in the classroom. I take my notebook and pencils and then put my bag on floor next to my chair. Alas, I’m even more nervous than usual.

New school, new people, new life. New chances, full of possibilities. And of course, the possibility to fuck up everything again.

I take a deep breath to calm myself down a little and look the clock. Still ten minutes until class starts. I open the front camera on my phone to see how I look.

On screen appears an image of a slightly pale young man who has dark long hair in a ponytail. Olive eyes are framed by glasses. No disturbing pimples on the nose, food around mouth or anything else awkward. Good. It seems like I won’t make myself look like ass on first day. What a relief.

I put my phone away when I hear noises from the corridor. When I move my gaze to the classroom’s door I see a handsome tall guy enter the class. He’s surrounded by group of girls and they are all chattering happily together. Ah, of course a hot guy like him has got friends already. I couldn’t help myself, I was feeling a little envious. I hope that making friends could be that easy for me also, but it wasn’t. It never had been easy…

I turn my gaze away from that guy and his fangirls and focus on watching outside the window to get my thoughts elsewhere. Sigh. What did I think would happen? Being in college wouldn’t change anything. Popular kids would still be popular and nerds like me would never be popular, and even making friends would be a pain. I could only dream about having a chance to hang out with a guy like him.

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After classes I head back to our dorm where I had lived since yesterday evening. Last night I had been there all by myself because my roommate hasn’t moved in yet and now I’m nervous to see what kind of guy I have to share an apartment with. When I step inside, the hallway is full of boxes, and I can hear chattering from the room that is across a hall from my room. But the voice I hear is a woman’s voice? I had thought that there were same sex dorms at our college?

I was just about to knock on my roommate’s door to go introduce myself when that door suddenly opens and the handsome guy from my morning class steps out.

”Hello! You must be my roommate? I’m Hidaka Akira. Nice to meet ya!” he introduces himself energetically and shakes my hand.

“E-Enomoto Tatsuya. Nice to meet you too” I introduce myself and try to show him a pleasant smile as much as possible.

Shit. I don’t like this at all. Out of all people, of course he has to be my roommate. Popular boys make me feel uncomfortable. And somehow, I’m already sure that this guy will be a really annoying roommate.

I peek quickly into Hidaka’s room. Yup. There were two of those girls I had seen earlier today in class. That explained why I had heard a woman voice’s earlier. Ugh. Hopefully Hidaka won’t bring girls to our apartment every damn day. And most importantly; I hope they won’t spend the night here.

”I’ll call you Enomo then!” Hidaka says cheerfully, and pats me on my shoulder.

“The girls are helping me with moving, and we are having a couple of beers. Wanna join us?”

He looks like a happy puppy when he asks me that. It’s actually nice that he asked me to join them. Maybe he wasn’t that bad after all? I look in the direction of girls, and the message they were sending to me with their glares was clear: go away. They didn’t need any more people to compete about Hidaka’s attention.

“Thank you ,but no thanks. I still haven’t unpacked even all of my own stuff” I replied with a polite tone and escaped into my own room as soon as possible.

So annoying. Just the type that annoys me the most. Popular and always surrounded by girls. The type of guy I love and hate the most. Straight and handsome.

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I was picking jalapenos off from my pizza while Hidaka was judging me with his gaze. Finally he says, with little offense in his voice, “C’mon mate! Don’t be so picky. For once I cooked for us and this is how you are, thanking me for my efforts?”

His comment makes me roll my eyes.

“First: It is not actually cooking that you order pizza for us. Second: I don’t like spicy food.” I defend myself, and continue removing jalapenos.

Hidaka made a deep sigh and I realize that I must have been little too harsh on him. He had tried his best after all and his intentions had been good so why I am being so bitchy to him?

“But thanks for ordering pizza for us. That was a nice surprise.” I said, and smiled to my roommate who returned a big smile.

It has been about a month since we started living together. Against my pessimistic expectations, Hidaka and I have had a fun time living together. Actually, we were getting along almost too well. During this past month I had developed a huge crush on him already. And the fact that Hidaka seemed to want spend time with me didn’t actually help the situation.

Hidaka had been the one who had suggested that we could eat dinner together every night. While we were eating, we usually told to each other how our day had been. It was nice. It gave both of us warm, homelike feelings, I guess. It also gave us a chance to get to know each other little better.

I was usually the one who was cooking (because to be fair: Hidaka is totally hopeless in the kitchen. I had forbid him cooking after I had suffered through two meals cooked by him) and Hidaka did his part by washing dishes. But tonight Hidaka had surprised me by ordering pizza for us. It’s actually really nice of him. He knew that I had a long evening class so he must have figured that I must be tired and little cranky after it and not in the mood for cooking.

“Next time I know not to order pizza with jalapenos on it for you. I didn’t know you don’t like spicy food. I still have lots to learn about you, mate.”

Yeah, for example you don’t know that little thing about me that I am gay. Oh and also that I’m interested in you.

“Well, now you know. And now I know you like spicy stuff so I can put extra chili on your dish from now on if you like.” I say, and take my first bite of my finally jalapeno-free pizza.

”Oh yeah I like hot and spicy. Both food and women.” Hidaka says, and winks his eye.

Sigh. Here he goes again. Talking about women was the most common topic we had while we were eating. Hidaka is always describing his ideal woman, and rating girls in our class and stuff like that. Thank god Hidaka is usually the one who talks so I had avoided all the awkward questions like “what kind of girls you like?” because the answer would be: not any kind of girl. I want to be fucked hard by a hot, tall hetero guy like you.

“By the way, what kind of girls you are into Enomo?”

Are you fucking kidding me? I was just celebrating that you hadn’t asked me that one. Ah, here we go. Time to lie to him and –

“Or… don’t be offended but… are guys more your thing?”

Huh?

Huuuhhh?

D-did he just…? Shit shit shit. He knows. Panic mode: ON!

I slowly lift my gaze to see how Hidaka’s face looks. I was sure he would be grossed out by the idea that he’s living with a gay guy and ---

Hidaka is smiling.

“You’re gay, right?” He asks, and there is no judgement in his voice at all, so I nod.

“Ok, cool.” Hidaka says, and continues eating his pizza.

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”Enomo…. Hey, Enomo!”

I’m startled awake from deep sleep by the sensation of someone touching my shoulder. I reach to grab my glasses from off the nightstand, and when I had my glasses on my gaze focuses on teary eyed Hidaka, who is standing beside my bed.

“Enomo, I had a terrible nightmare, and now I’m too scared to sleep alone!”

Is he a kid or something? Like really? He is almost an adult. I’m sure he can handle one nightmare and – I was just about to open my mouth to tell Hidaka to go back to his own room when my sleepy brain starts to finally work properly. Hidaka is in my room. In the middle of the night. Wearing only pajama pants. My gaze wanders around Hidaka’s naked torso for a few seconds before I pulled myself together again.

“Come here then.” I say, and tap the place next to me in bed.

Hidaka looks more than happy, and without any hesitation he rolls next to me in bed and under the same blanket.

My heart starts racing like crazy. He is so close to me. I can feel his skin against mine. My hand is shaking a little when I wrap it around Hidaka before I ask, “What kind of nightmare were you having?”

“I was surfing and then suddenly a shark attacked me. I tried to escape it by going to land but that shark was some kind of crazy mutant shark, and it had legs so it started to chase me! I ran as fast as I could, but it still was catching up so I decided to climb up a tree. There were coconuts in the tree and I started to throw those at the shark so I could knock it unconscious, but that fucker ate all coconuts!”

Yup. It is official now. Hidaka Akira is 100% idiot. But an adorable idiot. My idiot.

I give a small peck on Hidaka’s forehead and try to sound even little bit empathic and not to laugh when I say, “No need to fear mutant sharks anymore. I’ll protect you.”

Luckily, it’s so dark in my room that Hidaka can’t see how much I’m blushing to my own words. Damn. Hidaka might have had nightmare but I feel like I’m having the most wonderful dream at this moment. My crush is laying in my arms. I can be so close to him. Touch him.

Hidaka leans even closer to me, closing his eyes and murmurs, “Thanks, mate.”

No, thank you. And thank god. Thank you all possible forces in the world. Thank you for this amazing moment I am having right now.

Hidaka’s breath against my neck feels amazing. I also enjoy having taller guy curled against me far too much, his head resting against my shoulder.

I start to stroke Hidaka’s messy bed hair and I feel his breath starting to become calmer. It seems that he’d fallen asleep again in no time. I, on other hand, won’t be able to sleep at all anymore. I’m way too excited to sleep. I want to enjoy every second of this rare opportunity to have Hidaka in my bed.

Soon I lose track of time because I had been too focused on watching Hidaka’s sleeping face. I’m still stroking his hair slowly and enjoying his warm breath against my skin. Damn. This really is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me. I have to do it - now or never! I pluck up all of my courage and then I press my lips softly against Hidaka’s lips.

After a short kiss I open my eyes and almost have a heart attack. Hidaka’s eyes are open. He isn’t asleep. Oh shit. Shit. I thought he was deep in sleep.

“…Did you just kiss me?” He asks, sounding really sleepy.

I can’t answer. I was too focused panicking inside my head.

Hidaka stands up, and I am sure that he is about to go back to his own room and not talk to me ever again. But instead of doing that, Hidaka soon leans closer to me again, pressing me softly against the mattress, and looks me in the eyes with smirk on his face.

“If you want to kiss me, at least do it properly.”

After saying that Hidaka kisses me. Properly. He sucks my lower lip softly and it makes me feel so good that I moan a little. When I open my mouth, I soon feel Hidaka’s tongue swirling around mine. I wrap my arms around Hidaka when our kiss starts to deepen. He sucks my tongue and bites my lower lip from time to time ,and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. Finally our lips part. I pant heavily, and I’m pretty sure that my face is completely red. Nobody has ever kissed me like that. It felt so great. I wanted more.

I lean forward, and kiss Hidaka again. I hear a soft groan escaping from his lips, and it gives me even more courage. It seems like I’m not the only one who was enjoying of this situation. I could never dream that Hidaka would like to do stuff like this with me? I thought he was totally straight. Maybe he was just being bi-curious? Fuck, who cares. Enjoy the situation now and worry about things like that tomorrow.

We continue kissing each other for a while. My whole body feels hot, and the fact that Hidaka’s hands are touching me here and there doesn’t help the situation. This has to be a dream. Hidaka is holding me like I’m something precious to him. It feels too great.

After our passionate cuddling session, we finally try to sleep again. I feel like the happiest man on earth at this moment. Hidaka, the man I have a huge crush on, has his arms wrapped around me, and he is pressing soft kisses against my neck. Just when I’m about to fall asleep I heard his voice whispering, ”Sweet dreams cutie.”

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