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autumnshighlady · 2 years

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Our Girl

poly!Rowaelin x f!reader

summary: you’ve been fantasizing about Rowan and Aelin for weeks, praying they won’t catch onto your strange behaviour. Naturally, they do....

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (m & f receiving), face sitting, choking, slight degradation, praise kink, threesome, slight voyeurism

word count: 6.9k

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***disclaimer: I have not finished KoA, this fic does not really align with any canon plot but I do not care, it’s just some polyamorous Rowaelin smut because I felt like it, enjoy ;) Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut, please go easy on me!

for @gothicbabydollz -🤠

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You were completely screwed.

Days had gone by as you travelled with Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, and Lysandra back to Terrasan. Sometimes the group engaged in light conversation, but much of the journey consisted of pleasant silence, everyone preferring to listen to the sounds of the wind in the trees and the waves of the river.

However, this also meant that in this silence you were left with your own thoughts, sinful ones that plagued their way into your dreams. They left you waking up with a thin layer of sweat across your brow, your mind fogged with lust. You tried to snap out of it as quickly as you could, even going so far as to splash water on yourself. Gods help you if any of the many heightened senses of smell amongst the group caught onto your arousal.

For nights on end, you dreamed about Rowan and Aelin, the Fae prince and the fire-breathing bitch queen taking you to their bed, letting their canines drag across your sensitive skin as they brought you release over and over again. You imagined over and over again what it would be like to have Rowan’s muscled form pressing into your body, to tangle your hands in Aelin’s golden locks and whisper her name on your lips so intimately. But these dreams did not just plague your mind at night. No, during these stretches of silence on the journey you found yourself shamefully revisiting the memories and sensations from the dreams, allowing yourself to get lost in the fantasy as you rode or walked in silence for hours.

You didn’t know Rowan or Aelin particularly well. You were a friend of Lysandra’s, and kept yourself at a distance from the powerhouse of a couple you travelled with. Sure, they were polite and you trusted them, but something about them intimidated you – and not just in a bad way. Occasionally, you felt their piercing gazes linger on you. If you met their stare they did not back down, a gleam in their eyes as if they were predators sizing up their prey. It sent a rush of heat to your core, and every time you prayed they wouldn’t scent it.

Naturally, this made the journey difficult. You cursed yourself for letting your mind wander to these places, places where you had no business being. Everyone and their dog knew of Rowan and Aelin’s love, their partnership that ran even deeper than that. A few nights ago you heard them sneak off into the night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, occasionally even hearing a soft moan or grunt in the distance that let you know exactly what they were doing. You even allowed your hands to drift into your own pants, but you felt ashamed soon after.

You were not sure if you could call it jealousy, per se. You were jealous of the golden haired queen who got to be with Rowan, but you were also jealous of Rowan. Oh the things you would give to take either of their places. But the issue was that not that you wanted to disturb their relationship and bring one of them to your side, but rather part of you wished you could join them, to be a part of that strong love they shared. To worship and be worshipped by them both.

By the gods, you were screwed.

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After another long day of travel, it was time to settle down for the night. After stuffing some bread and cheese in your mouths, settling the horses in and laying out the bedrolls, it was time to sleep. As you had been doing lately, you placed your bedrolls as far from Rowan and Aelin as possible. You didn’t mean to be rude, after all they had been good to you, but your cheeks burned at the possibility of dreaming about sharing their bed while they slept right next to you.

Despite the exhaustion, sleep would not come. You tossed and turned for about an hour, trying to think of every technique in the book to fall asleep. Finally, after all of them failed, you angrily tossed your covers off and stood up. Everyone else appeared to be asleep, so you quietly tiptoed around the tents and into the forest. Seating yourself on a soft patch of moss behind a tree in the distance, you sighed. Closing your eyes, you tried to drown out your thoughts.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” A familiar female voice purred from behind you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, not hearing Aelin’s approach. You swore quietly, breath hitching as your heartbeat sped up, not entirely from the fright.

The golden haired queen chuckled lowly. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” She drawled. She emerged out of the corner of your eye, the light of the moon shining in those turquoise gold eyes you lost yourself in so many times. She wore only Rowan’s oversized shirt, and it took everything in you to not stare at the way the shirt ended halfway down her thigh, exposing her tan and muscular legs.

“Sorry,” You murmured, adjusting your sitting position and staring at the moss on the ground. “I thought you were asleep.”

“As did I with you.” A playful challenge danced in her eyes, and before you registered what was happening, the assassin plunked down to your left - very very close.

Gods, please no, You pleaded. It was not that you were uncomfortable in the presence of this magnificent woman, but rather fear shook you that those shining eyes would take one look into yours and know every sinful thought that danced in your mind.

But it was too late for the gods to help you, as Aelin was now sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, leaning against the tree. Her arm grazed yours, leaving your skin feeling electrified. Her bare knee lazily knocked against your own – an innocent enough gesture, one of comfort, but it set your nerve endings aflame, as if the power of the queen next to you seeped into the deepest parts of your body. You had never been this close with her, this casual, you did not let yourself. The last thing you wanted was to get jealous and hurt, or worse, come between the two fae who were perfect for each other.

“Please don’t tell me you’re brooding or some shit,” Aelin groaned, closing her eyes and tilting her chin to the sky. The warm breeze sent her golden hair adrift, her sweet scent rushing into your nose. With her defined face lit up by the moon and her hair in the wind, she truly looked like a goddess. “I have enough gods-damned brooding males to deal with already. I don’t need the females doing it too.”

You snorted, fiddling with your hands. “I’m not brooding,” You said. “Just can’t sleep, that’s all.”

“Weird dreams?”

You froze, heart pounding. For a moment you stuttered before quickly closing your mouth. Shit. You prayed to every god that Aelin hadn’t noticed your pause. “No.” You said quickly.

Unsurprisingly, Aelin didn’t believe you for one second. “Liar.” She said firmly, in a haughty tone that sent fire through your veins and turned your core to liquid. You prayed once again that she wouldn’t scent it.

As if testing the waters, Aelin pressed her right leg into your left one, silky but firm muscle against your skin. Involuntarily your breath hitched, heart dropping as you saw the smirk that formed on the queen’s face at your reaction. You turned your head to the right, avoiding eye contact even though in your gut, you knew she had somehow figured you out. A strong hand gripped your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

Your eyes met her turquoise gold ones, and you let yourself gaze at her lips. An arrogant smirk came over them. “You wanna try that again?” She clucked her tongue, expecting an answer.

But you did not give in. You couldn’t – you knew deep down Aelin was not doing this to be cruel and humiliate you. Well, maybe a little bit, but not to hurt you personally. But you clung to what was left of the shreds of your dignity and raised your chin as much as you could within her iron tight grip. It made her chuckle.

“Oh, yes, you’ve got some fire in you after all.” Aelin chuckled darkly. She shifted her weight so she was sitting up on her right side, hitching her left leg through yours and pulling it to the side and spreading your legs ever so slightly.

And you let her, you let the Queen of Terrasan spread your legs, which were almost entirely bare thanks to the flimsy sleep shorts you donned. While her right hand gripped your chin still, her left one circled just above the inside of your knee, kneading into your skin.

You couldn’t breathe. Between the grip on your chin forcing you to meet Aelin’s gaze to the hand on your inner thigh, every sensible thought you should be having flew out the window. Any shred of hiding your interest in the golden haired woman was long gone, leaving you at her mercy.

“I see the way you’ve snuck glances at Rowan and me,” Aelin purred, eyes not once leaving yours. “Don’t even try to deny it. I’m honestly a little insulted you thought I wouldn’t notice. Surely you know I’m not an idiot, right?”

You nodded with what little motion you had. Denying the queen of answers would no longer go in your favour, you figured. She released the grip on your chin, only to move her hand to the back of your head, gripping a handful of your hair like you had dreamed about doing with hers.

“So when you wake up all flushed and flustered, my guess is that it’s because you’ve been having some lovely dreams about me.” Her voice was like honey coated steel, lips brushing against your ear and making their way down your throat. “And probably Rowan too, but mostly me, which I don’t blame you for.”

You chuckled briefly, feeling Aelin’s lips smirk against your skin as her suspicions were confirmed. Your common sense finally came back to you at the mention of the fae prince.

“But…but… Rowan–” You whined as you felt her drag her canines up the column of your neck.

“Is quite enjoying the view.” Aelin interrupted, causing your eyes to shoot open.

Fear coursed through your body as your eyes shot open. Indeed, the towering form of the fae prince hovered a few feet from your right. His green eyes glinted, that predatory gaze that sent enemies to their knees scanning the scene before him. You tried to scramble away, but Aelin’s grip on your hair and thigh was too strong. Fae males were territorial bastards on a good day, so you sitting here with Rowan’s carranam entwined like lovers…

He chuckled darkly, removing his hands from his pockets. “Such a pretty little thing you’ve got there, Fireheart.” His velvety voice dripped in lust, and you practically throbbed at the tone. He stepped forward, silver hair shining under the light of the moon. That tattoo on his face blended in with the shadows, an utterly terrifying yet arousing site.

“I like her, Rowan,” Aelin said, squeezing your thigh harder and causing you to whimper. “Can we keep her?”

Instead of bracing yourself for whatever humiliating response you expected Rowan to give, you blurted out apologies. “I’m sorry,” You stammered. “I swear I’m not trying to get between you two, I just–”

Your words were cut off sharply as Rowan’s massive hand wrapped around your throat, silencing you with a gentle but firm squeeze. “Oh please,” He murmured, bending down to squat next to you as he brought his lips to your ear. “We’ve been wanting this just as long as you, sweetheart.”

Your brows furrowed, causing the prince to chuckle. Aelin continued her circles on your inner thigh, slowly inching it further and further up as her lips alternated between your shoulder and ear. “I’m surprised you didn’t get the hint earlier, little dove,” She quipped as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We tried to get you closer to us, but you pulled away. Did you honestly think Rowan just forgot to put up a magical shield to block out our sounds when we slipped away a few nights ago? We knew you could hear us, I’m disappointed you didn’t join.”

Head reeling, both from the shock of Aelin’s information that they deliberately fucked close enough for you to hear, and from Rowan’s pressure on your throat, you stuttered. “I–”

“We could smell you,” Rowan growled. “We could smell how aroused you were, hear those fingers delve into that wet pussy of yours. Do you know how hard it was to not storm over and take you against the bedroll right then and there?”

Finally, the grip on your neck was released. The stars in the sky swam in your vision as you inhaled a much needed gulp of air. Part of you wondered if this was another one of your dreams, but it felt too real. The world melted away as the large hand that had previously held your neck took up residence on your inner thigh across from Aelin’s. While the blonde’s touches were firm but teasing, Rowan’s got straight to the point, clenching your thigh mere inches away from your core and prying your legs open further. Even through the fabric of your shorts, you could feel the iciness of his touch.

“I bet she’s wet right now,” Aelin breathed. Before your thoughts could even form a mental response, her left hand snapped from your leg to the centre between your legs, cupping you firmly with a possessiveness that turned you on even more.

You bit down on your lip, restraint slipping. It would be so easy to let yourself go, to allow the price and the queen to have you any way they wanted. At this point, you did not know why you bothered to attempt to maintain control – you knew what was about to happen, and it sent butterflies into your stomach.

“As usual, I was right.” Aelin’s smirk was triumphant, eyes dancing victoriously as she noticed your pathetic attempt at restraining yourself. “Look at her, Rowan, she’s still holding back, isn’t she?”

Rowan’s lips kissed your ear, murmuring his agreement as his breath sent chills down your spine.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” Aelin chided teasingly. “We know exactly what you want, princess, let us give it to you. Will you let us take care of you”

Even if you wanted to respond right away, you couldn’t. Every part of your body screamed yes yes yes, but Aelin’s hand still covered your core, applying just enough pressure to set your blood on fire but not enough to relieve the throbbing that plagued your centre. You could barely breathe, barely think between Aelin’s hands in your hair and between your legs while Rowan gripped your thigh and breathed down your neck. Your eyes closed, you were going to explode–

A sharp nip to your ear snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes shot open once more.

“Your queen asked you a question.” Rowan growled, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

“I don’t particularly enjoy repeating myself,” Aelin sighed mockingly. Ever so slightly, her middle finger stroked a feather-light line a few centimetres up your covered core, making you see stars. “But I’m feeling generous tonight, so let me ask you again. Will you let us take care of you, hm? Will you let us make you ours?”

“Yes,” You practically sobbed, the words shooting out from your lips before Aelin even finished her sentence. “Gods yes, please…”

Aelin looked like a cat that just ate the canary. Satisfied, she grinned triumphantly and removed her hand from between your legs. Before you could protest at the loss of contact, that hand came to your cheek and cupped your face as she brought her lips to yours.

Holy gods, Aelin Galathynius was kissing you.

Her lips were soft as rose petals, dancing against your own as the grip in her hair loosened, moving to rest upon your other cheek instead. Her scent of jasmine, lemon, and embers was intoxicating, as if it were a drug getting you high, and you loved it. Aelin’s blonde hair gently tickled your face in the breeze like silk, and her thumb ever so slightly stroked your cheek. You were pretty sure you were in heaven – you had imagined countless nights what it would be like to kiss the Queen of Terassen, to have those smirking lips pressed against your own.

She kissed you with a fire no less than what you would have expected from her. There was passion behind it, making your head reel as you lost yourself in the sensation. Needing to do something with your hands, you gently placed them on her waist as best you could given the position, Aelin still sitting to your left and slightly in front of you.

Rowan, who you had almost forgotten was there, hummed in approval. It was more of a low growl, turning you on even more. As Aelin continued to kiss you, Rowan’s hands roamed to the laces at the front of your v-neck nightshirt. He began undoing them, his fingertips brushing your skin teasingly as you felt the night air cool your newly exposed skin.

After unlacing the shirt, the fae prince kneeled and moved his hands to your shoulders, grabbing the edges of the nightshirt and slowly pulling them down your shoulders. His lips trailed along the newly exposed skin, canines scraping ever so slightly as he kissed and sucked.

You moaned into Aelin’s mouth, eliciting a satisfied growl from the queen. She kissed you harder, tongue ever so slightly tracing along the edges of your lips. You felt the nightshirt pool around your elbows, leaving your bare chest exposed to the night air. Before you could make an effort to pull your arms out from the sleeves, Rowan’s large hands gripped the front of the fabric and pulled, effortlessly ripping it to shreds.

Briefly, you wondered how you would explain to the others the absence of your nightshirt when you woke up. But that thought was pushed aside as you felt Rowan’s hand grasp your right breast with an assertiveness that you knew only fae males possessed. You gasped at the sensation as he began kneading the soft flesh of your chest.

Aelin’s mouth left yours and you whined. She chuckled, moving her lips to the hollow of your throat and sucked, which you knew would leave a purple mark the next day. Not that you cared, hell you’d wear it proudly – let everyone know the Queen of Terassen had marked you as hers that night.

Towering above you, Rowan gripped your hair with his free hand and pulled, forcing your head back and to the side to look at him. That usually stone cold face was blown with lust, the green of his eyes barely visible with his full blown pupils. With the starlight framing his face he looked every bit as ethereal and godlike as Aelin, the moon to her fiery sun.

However, you didn’t have time to savour his beautiful face looking down at you with nothing but sinful intentions, as he bent down to kiss you. His lips collided with yours, and you swear the world around you exploded. While Aelin’s kiss was soft and passionate, Rowan’s was rough and commanding. Teeth nearly clashing, his tongue found the inside of your mouth within seconds. You did not even think of trying to fight against his sheer dominance, especially when you saw stars as his teeth tugged your lip.

Needless to say you were a whimpering mess. Between the silver haired prince’s tongue in your mouth and his hand groping your right breast and the blonde queen’s mouth planting possessive kisses and bites across your neck and chest, you were at the mercy of these two powerful beings.

And you loved it.

Aelin’s sinful mouth moved to your left breast, wrapping her lips around your nipple and letting her canines scrape the soft skin and had your toes curling. If your mouth wasn't preoccupied, you would have cried out.

She massaged your thigh again, hand roaming everywhere except where you needed it most. Perhaps involuntarily, your hips bucked, desperate to relieve the throbbing need at your core.

Rowan’s lips instantly disconnected with yours, growling as he roughly tugged your hair. “Don’t whine, princess.” He snarled. “You will take what we give you.”

“So needy,” Aelin crooned mockingly. “And so desperate. You avoid us for days, then demand more from us? After you already had an opportunity to join us in bed? Tsk tsk.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You hated begging, hated sounding weak to anyone no matter the circumstance. You were humiliated, but a sick part of you loved it – loved being teased and taunted by the powerful creatures whose hands which had taken so many lives and butchered countless people caressed the most intimate parts of your body.

“Please, fuck…” You begged, not caring how pathetic it sounded. “Please…”

“Please what?” Aelin taunted, drawing circles on your inner thigh.

Gods, they were actually going to make you say it, weren’t they?

“Please touch me,” You nearly wept. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

From the heated glance Rowan and Aelin exchanged, you instantly knew uttering that last part may have been a mistake. Or a blessing, who knows.

“Good girl.” Rowan purred into your ear.

The words poured over you like warm honey, wetness pooling between your legs at his words. Naturally, the increased intensity of your scent was not lost to both of them.

“Oh she liked that,” Aelin chuckled. “Isn’t that right, princess? Are you gonna be our good girl?”

“Yes!” You breathed, nodding with a fervour that was borderline shameful. But you didn’t give a shit, not as you were so close to getting what you dreamed of night after night.

“That’s all we needed to hear.” With that, Aelin’s hand tugged your flimsy shorts. You lifted your hips as she pulled them down your legs along with your underwear, tossing them to the side, likely into some bush.

You were now completely naked before them. Both fae paused and allowed their hungry gazes to roam your body. Your skin gleamed in the moonlight, legs spread as Aelin sat on her knees between them, looking ready to devour you whole.

“Just like we imagined, huh Fireheart?” Rowan mused to his lover.

Before you could ask what the fuck they meant, Aelin’s skilled fingers swept a line up your centre through the wetness pooling there, gathering it in her fingers before removing her hand promptly. You cried out, legs twitching. You stared, wide-eyed as the blonde brought her fingers to her mouth, licked them once, and moaned.

“She tastes so good, Rowan.” Aelin breathed. She leaned towards him and held out her fingers, to which the silver haired prince grabbed her hand and proceeded to wrap his lips around them and suck.

It was a sight that would have brought you to your knees, if you were standing. The Queen of Terassen and her lover moaning at your taste was something you thought would only happen in your dreams. Before you could say anything, Aelin stood up and skipped away into the bushes. You felt strong arms wrap around your back and under your knees, lifting your naked body up as if you weighed nothing at all. Carrying you, Rowan followed Aelin into a small clearing some distance away. It was by a small creek, with a large patch of soft, mossy ground next to it. The trees surrounded most of it like a wall, shielding the three of you from the rest of the world.

With a surprising tenderness, Rowan laid you down on the moss gently, planting a kiss to your lips. However, the kiss was short lived – Aelin, who had discarded her shirt somewhere along the way, practically shoved him out of the way as she scrambled over top of you. Her knee pressed against your core, rocking slightly and sending waves of pleasure shooting through your body. She resumed her attack on your neck and chest from earlier, and you knew that you would don multiple bruises and marks from the fiery queen.

Rowan did not seem to mind being sidelined for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he used this time to remove his own shirt. Smirking, he caught your gaze as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso.

Mouth watering, you made eye contact as he placed his hand over the bulge in his shorts and palmed himself. In that moment you were thankful you did not have fire powers like Aelin, or else you were sure you would have set the clearing aflame from that wonderful sight.

Your attention was soon turned back to Aelin as her kisses moved down to your stomach, then to your hips. You bucked your hips, earning a firm bite from her. Defeated and relinquished of all control, you relaxed further into her touch and tried not to squirm as her lips ghosted your inner thigh a hairline away from your core.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Aelin murmured before leaning down and diving between your legs.

Oh Gods, she feasted on you.

This time, you really did scream as her tongue swept through your folds, stroking patterns along your most sensitive areas as her lips and teeth wasted no time in sucking your clit.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, your hand latched into her hair, entwining with the golden locks with a death grip as you panted. Luckily, Aelin did not seem to mind – in fact, the growl she let out indicated her approval. As she slipped a finger easily inside your hole while feasted on you, your head tilted up towards the stars and you allowed yourself to moan freely.

This was better than any of your dreams by far.

Rowan’s patience finally slipped, as he removed his pants but left his undershorts on and sat down behind you. He sat you up, Aelin’s free hand keeping your hips still as you were propped up. You felt Rowan’s muscular chest against your back, his scent of pine and snow filling your senses as his lips met your ear.

“Do you like that, princess?” He murmured. “Do you enjoy having your queen between those pretty legs of yours?”

“Yes,” You breathed. “I’ve…. fuck…. I’ve dreamed about it for so many nights…”

Pleased with your response, Rowan’s hands cupped your breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted your nipples, a delicious sensation of slight pain to contrast with the overwhelming pleasure at your core.

“We heard you play with yourself that night we slipped out,” He growled, canines abusing your neck. “Wondered if it was my fingers you were imagining your own to be, or Aelin’s. It was easy to figure out that you didn’t just want one of us, but both. Our perfect little slut, so eager, practically begging to be fucked.”

You whimpered helplessly, Rowan’s words heating your very blood. Your attempts at subtlety the past while had failed, and deep down you had known it.

“I practically had to hold Aelin back that night to stop her from storming over there and ripping your clothes off,” Rowan continued. It was the most you had ever heard him speak to anyone besides Aelin – never had you imagined it would be these words coming out of his mouth when he spoke to you. “Not that I was much better. You know what you did to me that night, don’t you? You can fucking feel it right now, princess?”

With those words, Rowan pressed his hips into your back, letting you feel the sizeable, solid bulge straining against his undergarments. You moaned, pride filling you knowing that you had done that to him, the feared fae prince who brought enemies to their knees. Gods knew you wouldn’t mind being on your knees before him.

“That’s right,” Rowan whispered. “Feel how hard you make me. That pretty mouth has been so quiet lately, I can’t wait to put it to use. Can’t wait to see you choking on my cock.”

The tight coil you had been feeling build up for the past few minutes increased at his words, and that familiar feeling of release crept up.

“I’m so close,” You murmured, giving the fae a warning – you suspected they were the type to make you ask for your release.

Rowan chuckled, as if they already could tell by your body language and scent, which they probably could. Aelin doubled her efforts, two curled fingers thrusting in and out of you while her lips and teeth were firmly attached to your clit.

Minutes later, the tension snapped and your release barrelled through you. Crying out Aelin’s name as your legs shook, Rowan bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, canines sinking into your skid and adding to the overwhelming sensation.

Aelin kept her head between your legs, coaxing you through your orgasm as tears pricked your eyes. You had never had a release that intense, and somehow they both knew it.

Before you knew what was happening, Aelin and Rowan flipped you around so you were on your hands and knees. Panting, you didn’t have time to protest before Aelin gripped handfuls of your ass and delved back in with her mouth. You couldn’t tell if you let out a scream or a sob. You were so sensitive, core throbbing as the queen mercilessly continued her attack on it, twice as vigorously as before. Tears now flowed down your cheeks, and you tried to wriggle away but her grip was too strong.

Rowan looked down at you, and for a moment concern took over his face and his eyes seemed to say, are you sure this is okay?

Yes, please don’t stop, you mentally said, appreciating the fact he made sure you were okay to continue despite your attempts to wriggle away from Aelin’s mouth.

That predatory lust came back over his features and he stood up. Maintaining eye contact, Rowan pulled down his undershorts revealing his already hard, impressive length.

Your mouth watered, and arrogance shone in his eyes as your jaw slackened. You whined again as Aelin crooked her fingers inside of you, a sound that made Rowan’s cock twitch.

He knelt down in front of you, striking his length a few times before bringing it to your lips.

“Let’s see what your pretty mouth can do, princess.” Rowan growled before pushing the tip past your lips.

You gladly opened your jaw wide, taking in as much of him as you could. He was so big, you knew it would take a bit of time before you could take him all the way. Your tongue stroked the underside of his cock and you sucked, and the prince let out a groan.

Gods help me, you thought. The noise Rowan let out sent a rush of pleasure through your body so strongly you were unable to think. The composed fae prince, moaning as you took him in your mouth was a scenario you had only dreamed of. It was animalistic, deep in that way you always loved his voice to be.

Determined, you forced your jaw to relax further, bobbing your head up and down. Sensing your eagerness, Rowan gathered your hair in one hand and thrust his hips. You gagged slightly, choking at the rough intrusion in your throat but relished the sensation. As Aelin continued to drive your pussy into a frenzy of pleasure, Rowan picked up a pace as he thrust into your mouth.

A few minutes passed as you got comfortable with the pace. Taking as deep a breath as you could manage, you leaned forward and took all of him in your mouth, sucking as best you could. Tears streamed down your face from the effort as you choked, happily giving him the image he had described earlier. Feeling brave, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, keeping him deep in your mouth. The sight nearly had you released on the spot.

Rowan was panting, that muscular chest rising up and down as his grip in your hair tightened almost painfully. He was looking down at you as you stared up at him for approval. His face was flushed slightly, a hint of his slipping restraint. You pulled off of him for a few seconds to get some air, but went right back down onto his length.

The prince tipped his head back and growled a moan to the sky, calling out your name. The sound of your name on his lips had that familiar coil tightening again as you approached your release. You tried to hold it off as best you could, but Aelin undoubtedly noticed and gave you no mercy as she once again doubled her efforts.

Your moan sent a wave of pleasure through Rowan, who continued to thrust into your mouth. However, your focus began to waver a few minutes later as your release approached fast. Rowan didn’t seem to mind, apparently focusing his efforts on holding off his own release to your dismay.

Your second orgasm crashed through you like a wave. Instead of pulling away, Rowan held your head firmly so your mouth was still around him, muffling your sobs of pleasure. Only when you came down from your high did Rowan allow you to release his cock.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you slumped to the ground as Aelin stood up, satisfied with her work. Your closing eyes snapped open as Aelin sauntered over to Rowan, your juices gleaming on her face. Without hesitation, she pulled Rowan in for a kiss.

You gaped at the couple as Rowan tasted you on Aelin’s lips. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her in close to him. Their embrace was a beautiful sight – both naked and bathed in moonlight, their scars and tattoos shone amidst their toned muscles. Gold and silver hair contrasted with a divine beauty that would make the gods envious, making them truly look like a queen and a king.

They stood there, hands roaming each other’s bodies until you whined, desperate to be near them again. They broke apart, Aelin laughing darkly.

“Look at her, we take our attention away from her for one minute and she’s whining like a desperate whore.” She said, coming to kneel next to your crumpled body. She stroked a hand through your hair, wiping it from your face.

“Our needy girl,” Rowan agreed, coming to kneel between your legs. He stroked a hand down your spine. “Is she ready for more, do you think?”

Before you could answer, Aelin cut in with a sugary sweet tone. “No, I think she’s done for the night. Looks like we tired her out early. Are you finished, little dove?”

Panic swept through you as you shook your head as vehemently as you could muster. It was too soon to be done, you wanted to stay here just a bit longer…

“Still begging for more, I see.” Rowan growled, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back so you were laying down on it. “Looks like we’ll have to give our princess what she wants.”

Keeping his hands on your hips, Rowan pressed the tip of his cock into you and pushed forward. The stretch of it burned, as you had never taken a male this large before, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Look at me.” Rowan commanded, slapping your thigh to get you to open your eyes again.

As he inched forward, slowly to try and make it less painful, those green eyes pierced yours. You maintained eye contact as he withdrew, then pushed in again – farther this time. Aelin was peppering kisses to your face holding in her hands and murmuring praises. After a minute you relaxed enough, and Rowan’s self control snapped and he finally thrust in fully.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the sensation. You felt so full, the stars ahead whirling as Rowan’s cock pushed against that one spot. You glanced up at Aelin, searching for any sign of discomfort or jealousy in her eyes at her lover being inside another woman, but you found none. Her turquoise gold gaze was filled with lust, finally washing away any fears you had about getting in between them.

Hearing your moaning, Rowan picked up his pace, the grip on your hips sure to leave bruises the next day.

“As much as I love hearing those noises from you,” Aelin cooed. “I think it’s time to return the favour.”

You nodded quickly, causing her to chuckle before she swung a leg over your face and planted her knees on either side. She lowered her glistening cunt towards your face, but it was too slow for your liking. Already sick of her hovering, you grabbed her hips and planted her firmly on your face.

The Queen of Terassen moaned loudly, surprised at the action. You were filled with pride as you gladly opened your mouth to taste her. Eagerly, you swept your tongue through her folds, then inside of her, and you moaned. She tasted heavenly, even better than you had imagined.

As Rowan began pounding into you with a relentless force, you cried out. This apparently appeased Aelin, who cried out as the vibrations from your noise travelled into her. She rocked her hips on your face, gripping your hair with both of your hands.

You were in heaven. The Queen of Terassen sat on your face as if it were her own personal throne, moaning your name like a battlecry while your body shook at the force of which Rowan thrust into you. He lifted your hips slightly and changed his angle, satisfied when you practically screamed under Aelin as his cock found that one spot that made you see stars. You looked up at her, admiring the view as her perky breasts rose and fell with her breathing, golden hair spilled around her frame like a veil. You reached up to grab them with one of your hands, kneading them like Rowan had with your own.

As you felt yourself getting close for the third time that night, Aelin released one hand from your hair and leaned back to rub your clit. The world began spinning as you shot towards your orgasm faster than ever before. It hit the hardest this time, your nails surely leaving dents in Aelin’s hips and breasts as you screamed their names into Aelin’s cunt. Her orgasm followed moments later as she cried out with your tongue inside of her, your hair in a death grip as her juices gushed into your mouth and onto your face, which you happily lapped up.

Rowan’s hips jerked a few more times and he let out a roar that likely sent the birds into the sky, shaking the earth as his release barrelled into your trembling body. The three of you remained in your positions as you rode out your highs, panting and groaning. After a few minutes, Aelin climbed off your face and laid down beside you. To your surprise, she entwined her fingers with yours, smiling softly.

“My girl.” She said quietly.

“Our girl.” Rowan added. He leaned forward and covered your shaking frame in his muscular one. He licked your face, lapping up Aelin’s taste before kissing you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. Aelin squeezed your hand as you kissed him back before he laid down on your other side.

The three of you laid there in the clearing for a while, gazing up at the stars. Now that you had stopped panting, your brain was coherent enough to form words.

“I’m sorry I was rude and avoided you,” You said quietly, and both heads turned towards you. “I saw you two were so happy together and I felt so ashamed of myself. I didn’t want to come between you, but I couldn’t just be close to either of you and pretend I didn’t feel the way I did. I was so scared about what would happen if either of you found out about how I felt, so it was easier to stay away.”

Rowan slipped his hand through yours, stroking it with his thumb. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He murmured.

“Don’t feel ashamed,” Aelin said, stroking your cheek with her free hand and bumping your knee with her own. “It took us a while to figure out that we both were interested in you. We still love each other, but why not have even more love if we can?”

You smiled, grateful that they understood your feelings. You did not wish to take one of them away from the other, you wanted them both.

“Exactly,” Rowan added. “Love does not have to be bound between two souls only. If there is room and wish for more from all parties involved, why not take it?”

Heart full, you let the weight of your worries from the past few weeks wash away. You were their girl.

Forever and always.

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Feedback is appreciated, thanks for reading! <3

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hmshermitcraft · 11 months

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For the weekly theme - hurt/comfort!!!

This is inspired by @definitelynotshouting 's HungerAU (which you can check out for additional context)! Fair warning, said AU is a Dead Dove; I didn't manage to finish reading the fic they are writing for this AU, but I still love the concept they created!

This ask is just... me borrowing part of the lore from the AU and changing it a bit to suit my less angsty idea, and to give Grian a hopeful ending in the story (not a happy one, per se, that might be stepping on Shout's toes too much, but there is hope for the better)

The main difference is that it's Grian's 1st time meeting the Hermits, but all Players still know how Watchers can prey on them

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Ever since Grian remembered, he's been stuck in the endless planes of The Void. There used to be a time, way before he became a Watcher, when he was just a normal Player, able to build, to create, to feel the sun on his face. But those times are long gone and long forgotten, along with the memory of the humanity Grian lost when he was used as a base for creating this... monster he had became.

Lurking in The Void like a shark cruising the water, he remained hidden most of the time. He refused to live how his kin did - infiltrating servers, hovering above Players, amplifying their emotions till the humans were ripe from the picking, and then... killing them, hurting them, watching them slip into insanity, as their haywire emotions sustained yet another Watcher.

But it was difficult to resist the hunger gnawing on his insides. Grian wasn't as strong as he'd like to be, not strong enough to hide away and finally let himself die. He should have killed himself long ago, he mused. Nowadays it was just an endless cycle - hiding away, biding his time as he stared into nothingness, and then blacking out as the hunger overtook him. He never remembered much from those times, but after a while he would wake up, in a server he didn't recall breaking into, the bodies of Players disappearing into white puffs of smoke, presumably to respawn.

But he never waited to check if that was true. Disgusted with himself, Grian always ran. Feeling sick with what he had done, with how full he felt, he always rushed through the veil between the server and The Void like the coward he was. Emotions might not have been physical food he could expel from his body, but that didn't stop him from dropping to his knees and retching, bile rising into his throat, burning.

Fighting his will to live was a battle he kept on losing, not having the courage to finally take his life, ridding the world of himself and letting his code unravel, seeping back into The Void where he couldn't respawn. He wished he could just end this, finally being able to keep Players safe from himself. The scars on his body being a testament to how many times he tried, yet always flinched from the final blow.

Grian didn't quite care about his own fate. Yes, every breath he took was painful, every waking second of enduring the effects of denying his body sustenance was a nightmare, but... he deserved it. He was a monster, he should be miserable, he should suffer. Every tear he shed at his own fate was pointless, a cry for help he was not worthy of.

Grian shuddered, the filthy sweater hanging from his bony frame doing nothing to stop the chill from seeping into his heart. The Void was neither hot or cold, so the shudder was entirely caused by his weakened muscles spasming yet again. He was so hungry again, ages having passed since he last fed.

But there was one thing keeping him from blanking out again, one thing that occupied every single sluggish thought that passed through his head.

Time was an odd thing, here in the realm of endless nothingness, but for a while Grian's been feeling ripples on The Void's surface. They were all coming from a particularly bright spark of light on the dark tapestry surrounding him. Such a bright flash suggested a big server, one used frequently and by many Players. The ripples were... odd, to say the least. Grian's tired brain barely manged to recognise them. It was... a Voidwalker Player, gently poking and probing at the dark nothing, as if searching for something. What could they be looking for in here, Grian wondered idly. Voidwalkers were so rare, but it would make sense for one to be on such a big server.

Grian's mind flickered in and out of consciousness. He didn't have the strength to keep his eyes open, not anymore. But... this was the closest he ever felt to being at peace. As always, he hoped he wouldn't wake up this time, wouldn't end up in some unknown server, standing in a circle of items dropped by dying Players.

After a while, Grian felt a pull of something on his mind. He forced himself to became conscious again, to expand his Gaze past his little bubble of The Void.

Oh. The pull that Grian felt was the familiar code of the Voidwalker slowly easing into The Void. But... he was leading other Players after him as well? That was odd. Such trips to The Void were incredibly dangerous, it must have been important for them to partake in. Grian didn't have the energy to think too deeply about that, choosing instead to curl in on himself more tightly and to allow his mind to slip away again.

But his moment of peace didn't last too long. The ripples and distruptions pressed into the fabric of The Void got closer and more prominent with each passing moment. Was the party heading towards him?

Suddenly, everything seemed to click, the haze lifting from Grian's mind for a brief moment. The Players from that powerful server must have been notified about him, must have heard that a stray Watcher was lurking around and attacking nearby servers. They must be on a mission to remove this threat, to finally put an end to Grian's pathetic existence.

That thought was oddly comforting to him. There it is, his chance to finally stop the cycle of pain he caused and experienced. He flopped back onto the floor again, not having the strength to stay in a sitting position, now that he knew what was coming for him. His salvationn the end to everything...

But... No! No! He couldn't let them get close to him! He was so close to blacking out and hurting people again! He had to move away from them, he had to! Panic surged through Grian's veins, fuelling him in a last-ditch effort to avoid the hunting party approaching him.

Yet... when trying to lift his wings in attempt to get up, he felt that he was unable to move past the sitting position he was in previously. There was a cage around him, bearing the Voidwalker's characteristical code particles weaved through it.

In a way, the pressure of the cage was a comfort for Grian. Now he didn't have to try anymoren he was completely at the mercy of the hunting party, his fate was in their hands. It's not the end he imagined for himself, but it was oddly fitting, he suposed. Players taking revenge on him, punishing him for hurting them so. He only hoped his one life was enough to atone for what he's been doing all his life.

As his consciousness faded again, he heard voices getting closer to him. He was too weak to decipher what they were saying, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Now, he was able to rest for real, that was enough to put his frazzled mind at ease

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When he woke up again, it took a lot of time for Grian to grasp his surroundings. He was not supposed to wake up, that's the first thing that puzzled him. The second thing, was his surroundings. The room he was in was washed in golden rays of sun, and the bed he was situated in was an explosion of soft, colorful blankets and pillows. After so long spent into The Void, those things were difficult to comprehend.

The thing that registered last, was that he was not hungry anymore. This revelation would push Grian into a flight response, but there was another sensation pushing at his mind, calming him down. There was a faint pressure at the back of his head, blocking the usual way in which he could reach out and feed. He tired to sense emotions around him, yet he couldn't do that.

As he was looking around the room, trying to make sense of all the new sensations, Grian noticed a piece of paper on a bedside table, resting innocently next to a pitcher of water. As he reached towards it, he had no idea that this little note was about to change his life forever.

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Hello!

You must be terribly confused right now, which we all apologise for. The way that we brought you here was far from ideal, unfortunately. We definitely would prefer for you to be conscious when we found you, but we really couldn't wait any longer with transporting you here.

What you have to know for now, is that this server specialises in hosting dangerous and odd Hybrids, and making sure they can exist in peace, without hurting anyone. We have a lot of technology and magic at our disposal, and we already know how to help you.

You are safe here, we will not hurt you, and you are unable to hurt anyone as well.

We will explain everything to you shortly, we regularly check on you to see when you're awake, so someone will bring you into the main room soon.

Welcome to Hermitcraft!

~Xisuma (the Admin) and all other Hermits

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🌠anon

Grian doesn't know how to react to the note. He reads it multiple times. There must be some mistake, right? Maybe they don't realise what he is. Or, maybe they were looking for a different person? Does Grian even count as a person, really?

True to the note, a player comes to find him barely a few minutes later. It's not the Voidwalker, even with this dampening he'd recognise that energy. No, instead it's a creeper hybrid, with a cybernetic arm Grian thinks he could stare at forever.

He nods at Grian, introducing himself as Doc. He doesn't even give Grian a chance to talk before he launches into a spiel. Half of the explanations go straight over Grian's head, somebody about suppression, saturation commands, feeding in healthier ways in the future. If there's anything Grian does take away, it's that it all sounds too good to be true.

He follows Doc to the next room silently, hugging his chest. There's a lot more people hanging around. A few turn to look at him - some more subtle than others. He can't tell what all of them are, but the Voidwalker stands out immediately. He rushes across the room to introduce himself, followed by scolding Doc for not asking Grian's name.

Grian can only follow Xisuma around in awe as he introduces various hermits. Grian finally manages to ask if this is actually right. Is this a mistake? Xisuma seems confused at the idea - they'd been planning this for ages! The idea of being wrong is literally impossible, they went over the operation far too many times for that.

Grian's... Not used to that. Being wanted.

This is going to be a lot for him to get used to.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #docm77 tag #xisuma tag #polyhermits #death tw #kidnapping tw #🌠 anon #mod 🎀#weekly theme: hurt/comfort

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izayoizuki · 1 year

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Memories Follow You Around: A 4+1 Fic

Shellblossom (@wildbornsiren) requested Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift with Rooster for my Sweet September Soiree (I am well aware we are now at the tail end of November <3), and her recent piece was so amazing it CPRed me into finishing this. I had replied to the ask and everything, but it disappeared?????????? so now I'm posting it like this. I hope you don't mind Shellblossom. I love you so much <3

Pairing: Rooster x wife!reader (no specified race/physical descriptors for Reader)

Warnings: Homesickness, allusions to: dying, smut, mentions of being shot down

Written on phone so no wordcount <3

Rooster was being shot down. He'd been shot down before; it's not that he was a bad pilot per se, but even if he beat the statistics, it was bound to happen now and again. But this time was different. This was his first time being shot down as a married man. People said your whole life flashes before your eyes, and this may well be true, but for him it was one singular memory of you that's superimposed over a lifetime's worth of memories. You in your wedding dress, on the beach, both of you catching fire in the setting sun as he slips the ring over your finger. The way you looked at him, eyes full of joy and promise. He doesn't know what he looked like, but he's willing to bet that it's quite idiotic. And he knows as he recalls your face that he needs to get back to you, no matter what. It was his wedding vow to you, and he wrote it with the intention of keeping it or dying trying. Mav's voice comes over the comms: "Eject! Eject! EJECT!", each syllable more forceful than the last, and he flings himself into the sky.

Rooster's in his bunk, staring, squinting, at where he knows your picture is stuck to the bedframe, even though the room is pitch dark and his vision is the same whether he keeps his eyes open or closed. The room is sweltering, the humidity an unwelcome roommate, just like the memories of every mission that has gone bad and come to torment him. He breathes in, deep, deep, even soupy air is air after all, and he lets it out, huffing and puffing his cheeks, and as he does, like muscle memory, it comes back to him, the way he'd blow, cheeks puffed theatrically, into your ear, as he came in behind you while you cooked. The way you stuck your tongue out to him after eating a popsicle, so that your berry tongue and lips matched the way the sun brought up the blood in your cheeks. You attempting to do a cartwheel on the beach in your wedding dress, late late late, after everyone else had gone home. You hadn't succeeded, but you'd been so cute he'd followed suit, and fallen as well, because he didn't want you to feel bad that he'd managed one. The way you'd puffed your cheeks and stuck out your tongue to him then too, and the bonfire had burnished you gold and copper and bronze, and his heart had never been as sure about making the right decision.

He was standing in a bar, but he couldn't bring himself to be the life of the party. He could now see the appeal in the way Bob did things, quiet, distanced, observing yet still part of the group. His friends were all playing pool, and they were laughing, drinking, but he could see it in their movements too, because he knew where to look. They were tired, drawn. Their movements were just a hint more stiff, their faces pinched just a hint more tight, their laughter just a hint more forced. They all wanted to go home, to fall into someone's arms, to go to sleep, to rest, to recover, to recuperate, to see joy once again so that they knew that the sun did not rise every morning just for them to do something terrible once again. He felt a hand on his shoulder, heavy, comforting, and he knew who it was without looking up.

Mav quirked an eyebrow at him in question, and it came out, raw. "I miss my wife." He said, and it shocked him how vulnerable he sounded, how earnest, how easily it had tumbled out of him, and he wanted to snatch the words and stuff them back into his heart, as if he'd accidentally popped open his underwear bag at the TSA and now was frantically shoving everything back in. But Mav just gave his shoulder a tight squeeze and his temple a soft kiss.

He remembered you in the shower. Of short summer nights and longer winter ones, of being tangled up in bedsheets and need and desperation and love, of being so intertwined that neither one of you knew where one ended and the other began. He could swear he ached with the need to touch you. He wanted to sew himself to you, feel your weight on him, anchor him; he wanted to climb into your skin somehow. He wanted to make it so every inch of him touched every inch of yours. He wanted you to understand him in that way that was uniquely yours. He let tears run down his face in the privacy of that shower. Tears of sheer aching, pining, yearning.

Once he stepped out, he knew what he'd do, and his body allowed him the barest of smiles as a reprieve.

You would never get used to him. He would always be new, exciting, intimidating, wondrous, even though you knew his soul like he knew yours. You couldn't help it. He was so tall, and handsome as hell; he'd be bad and he'd do it so well. He got off the plane and walked to you like a tank, blinders on, unseeing of everything but you, and your heart kept stuttering to a stop as you waited for him to walk up. In the back of your mind you dimly wondered how you'd survive being reunited when the mere sight of him disembarking was killing you, but soon you didn't have to wonder any longer as he picked you up in his arms and poured his love onto you.

"You brought the Bronco?" He whisper-asked in your ear, and you gave thanks for whatever had guided you to taking your husband's car instead of yours. Your nod was a tiny movement but Rooster's grin against your ear was anything but.

"Let's get out of this town, out from the city, away from the crowd." You nodded immediately once again; you knew that not even heaven could still you from following this man wherever he went.

He took the keys from your pocket, sliding you in on the bench seat so you were snug next to him as he drove with one hand, the other slung over your shoulders, one hand laced with yours. He'd pull you in to kiss the top of your head, while you kissed any part of him you could reach while still keeping your head buried in the crook of his neck.

You only made two stops; one for gas and the other at a Target in the middle of nowhere. All he'd said was "Better stock up, sweetheart." But the way he'd said it made you shop like you'd never done before. You stocked up on everything from groceries, enough to keep you and your leviathan of a husband for at least a week, to clothes, buying him double the amount of t-shirts and henleys and hoodies and boxers and socks because you knew you'd be taking half of them anyway, getting him those flannel pyjamas he was partial to, and allowing yourself leggings and nothing else because you doubted that whatever activity Bradley had in mind involved very many clothes. There was a Starbucks adjoined to the Target that had served as brunch, and you'd been off again.

He drove you both up to an A-Frame in what you assumed were the Rockies. It was like a fairytale house in a fairytale place, and to complete the picture, your husband picked you up and carried you into the house like you were a fairytale princess, just like a fairytale prince. His face was soft, tender, full of love and adoration, and you knew without a shadow of doubt that your face mirrored his.

And so you stood inside the threshold, and showed your husband every ounce of love you had for him, because he was even better than your wildest dreams.

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick x reader #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #rooster #bradley bradshaw #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #top gun #miles teller

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 1 year

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No Point in Waking the Whole Ship

Wrote some more for the Lost In Space fic i'm working on today while at work. I started with Lost in Space, but it was before I got a Tumblr, so...I've decided to post My First Fic. Enjoy, or don't idk...most of you don't seem to be the LIS fandom ;) Judy/Don WC: 2,837 It's smut. AO3

Judy's petite frame, dressed in grey sleep shorts, a matching grey hoodie, and a black camisole entered the door, crossing into his bunk.

“Come on. Move.” she prodded, briefly straddling him, a smooth knee on either side as she climbed over him to lay down. Don, for his part lay impassively, eyebrow quirked, eyes tracking her movement as she made her transition from standing- to kneeling- to laying, wriggling between his warm solid wall of muscle and the cool smooth wall of the jupiter. He imagined her loosing her balance, hands planting firmly on the mattress above his shoulders, hair cascading around a face millimeters from his own. His hands instinctively wrapping up and around to steady her, something shifting as an intensity fills the room and then…Warmth shoots through his stomach, a crisp smell washing over him. Some how Judy always brings with her the smell of freshly bleached laundry and ozone, it makes him feel cleansed from the inside out. He shakes the images from his mind, coming back to the present.

They’d been doing this for awhile now. Long after everyone else had gone to bed Judy would come in and shove him over, they’d talk or not talk, comfort found in the familiar rhythm of another beating heart. It wasn’t a secret per se, there just wasn’t a need to tell anyone, why leave things open to speculation? Eventually she’d fall asleep and he’d carry her back to her own bed. Two friends making a habit out of seeking company, nothing more. The stillness of night and the deep vastness of space have a way of bringing up memories and making people feel alone. Neither had been sleeping easily, both reliving trauma from their experiences- Judy with the ice and Don with the Resolute and subsequent death of Tam.

He had stumbled upon Judy late one night in the common area of the jupiter, eyes rimmed red, knees tucked, sucking in long controlled breaths. He couldn’t leave her, so they got to talking. They’d meet up nightly, sipping hot drinks and talking about nothing until one of them became drowsy enough that the other would call it. Slowly it drifted to meeting where there was already a soft bed and less echoing surroundings to be overheard from. No point in waking the whole ship.

But he couldn’t do it any more without knowing. He needed more than this, even if it was to find out she didn’t. He wanted her. Fully and completely. He’d liked her from the instant he’d met her, quick tongued and confident, she was easy to banter with and she was cute. His fondness for her had only grown through their shared time here lost in space and lost in these nightly meetings.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears as his mind resolved to ask; “Hey, Doc, …” he started, voice low, eyes fixed to the ceiling, “What is this to you?” Did he feel the flush of her skin when the words escaped his lips or was it his own? He immediately regretted his decision, a hollow pit forming, but the words were out there now, he could only hope she’d misconstrue them.

After a few minutes of silence he turns his head on their shared pillow hearing her response. “I…I’m not sure,” she cautioned, turning her head to face his, her voice small, “what do you want this to be?”

Shit

Don glances down and finds her hand with his. To her credit Judy lets him, lacing fingers, his thumb slowly tracing back and forth over the soft skin between her thumb and forefinger, calming himself. Silence fills the void and Judy twists on her side fully facing him. Don peels his eyes from their twined hands and glides them over her body, up the hill of her hip, down the curve of her waist, up, up, from the crook of her neck, along her jaw stalling out at her perfect pouting lips. She’s the most sexy thing he’s ever seen. Judy feels every inch of his burning gaze but doesn’t say a word.

He looks into her eyes so close to his own, swallowing hard “You know what, never mind,” he said rapidly, "stupid question” and releases her hand. He backs down deciding not to go there.

Don West you are a coward

This close Judy can smell him, pleasantly earthen like a damp forest, incongruent to the harsh cold metal of a spaceship. Staring into him she swears she saw something. And then, as if to find it again, her lips are on his; warm, needing, soft. She coos and her body leans into his. Don freezes in place, synapses misfiring at the shock of Judy Robinson on him. In this way. Of her own doing. It takes a minute for his brain to catch up and just when his hand moves to tangle in her loose curls she breaks the contact and lays back down.

Don West, you are an idiot

He looks at her, his eyes wide in bewilderment. Embarrassment and regret creep over her “-I’m sorry. I should go, that was a mistake…” Judy pops up and moves to climb back over him, but in her swiftness she loses balance, and Don’s vision becomes reality. This time though, he’s ready, his hands shoot up catching her at her waist. “Don-“ she breaths out, large brown eyes magnetic on his. There’s a pause as the air around them electrifies and his only reply is closing the gap between them. Don kisses her hot, fast, hard, mouths crashing in a mess of lips, teeth, and tongue. He guides her down, she follows willingly melting into him. His rough hands roam up and down her body, all across her back, her shoulders, her ass, and under her shirt, finally seeming to find a home; one wrapped around the small of her back the other gripping her shoulder blade, his fingers kneading her muscles gently. Judy lets out a moan of pleasure from his touch and her fingers curl in his hair. Don’s body responds sending tremors of heat pulsing through him, loosening his grip.

Judy breaks contact again and Don wonders if he rushed things, if she’s having second thoughts. He sits up as she climbs off, “Judy, we don’t have t- ” walking to the door she presses buttons on the control panel locking it. Relief washes over him “I thought, just in case…” she trails off. There was something about her, some quiet sureness. Don continues to watch, but question turns to curiosity as she makes her way back over.

She climbs her way back on top of him, hands on his chest, Don looking up at Judy, she smiling down at him. It reminds him of the fuel trip when she opened up the escape hatch, arms extended, the slight dance she did, air from the strange planet rushing towards her, the grin on her face looking down at him. He’d liked her then, but again, he’d liked her all along. Don gently grabs her wrists, his voice level, “Doc, you have to know, before we go on... I can’t act like we didn't do this tomorrow. Judy, i’ve wanted you for so long. So if you-“ Judy stops him, one hand coming to the side of his jaw, stroking the stubble there, the other feeling the pounding of his heart beneath his chest. Quietly she replies, "I have no intention of forgetting this or you tomorrow.”

A smug smile creeps across his face. Eyes locked, Judy peels off her sweater. Don takes notice of her nipples protesting the temperature shift against the knit of her top and then his hands are back in action, rough fingers slipping under the hem, moving back and forth, up and down, chasing the goosebumps that emerge, running over her ribs and hip bone. She lets out a sigh as her head tips back, Don’s cock throbbing under her. Judy's skillful hands remove his shirt leaning forward to lightly kiss his mouth, his jaw, his neck, and collarbone. He shudders a breath as she slowly works her way across the plane of his torso, fingers whispering over his skin, kissing scar after scar lighting them up like constellations in the sky as she draws her body down his.

“Judy-” his voice husky, sitting up, pulling her into an inviting kiss, then quickly moving to nip the sensitive skin at the crook of her neck, at the same time his warm hands cupping her breasts, abrasive fingers circling her nipples like fire. Breathing hard against him at the stimulation Judy gasps, eyes rolling back, her body both melting and arching into him as a warm gush goes through her.

Don growls possessively into her skin, she feels his brillo stubble and vibration deep in her chest, in one smooth movement he flips them, Don kneeling over her. His eyes raking her up and down, stripping her bare. “Doc, you appear to have me at a disadvantage, you’ve gotten me out of my shirt,” giving a wink, "but you’re still fully clothed.” a devious smile crosses his face. The tip of Judy’s tongue darts out to moisten her lips, drawing her eyebrows together, eyes wide in mock concern “Mmm, that certainly is a problem,” she agrees “how do you plan on handling that, Mr. West?” faux anger masks his face. Judy laughs as she draws up her hips and Don pulls the fabric off in one swift movement, revealing, to his surprise, lace trimmed underwear. He never imagined practical Judy would own underwear so frivolous.

Judy wraps her hands around his muscular shoulders pulling him down and like that Don is on top of her heavy, warm, crushing. Judy hooks a leg around his, lazily dragging her foot up and down the back of his calf, hands lost in his hair, slowly grinding against him, sighing into his open mouth. Don moves, nibbling and kissing down her jaw and over her neck, gently thumbing a sensitive breast, his mouth and tongue working hot, soft, and squishing around the other. Judy’s hands still tangled in his hair clench and tug in time with her bucking hips. His hands spread, dragging down her sides, head tilted up watching her as he moves down her body. He reaches her underwear, lightly tracing lace hem with finger tips. Across the top, around the bottoms, gliding over the fabric and her lips to the other side and back up teasing her, every near touch torture. He continues to watch her reaction, a small smile playing on his lips, enjoying the tremble of her legs.

She arches her lower back “Just do it” Judy pants, whining out a breath. A warm tightness filling her from the sensation of his rough fingers pleasantly tickling her legs as he slides the dampened barrier down. He draws back up her body placing beard scratching kisses up her inner thighs and she clenches the building pressure instinctively. Don's lust for Judy wells as she shivers under him, he stops at the apex, spreading her legs further, hooking one over each shoulder. Judy knows what’s coming, but she’s never felt it. The sensation of wetness on wetness, his suede tongue licking her slick folds sends a spasming shock through her. He grins into her and slings a weighty arm across her hipbones to keep her from moving, then keeps going. He places slow deliberate licks from bottom to top, brushing entrance to clit as Judy squirms and gasps around him. Wrapping an arm around each leg, fingers laced together in the hollow above her pelvis, he places his mouth firmly on her, muscled tongue eating her out until she grinds into him hard repeatedly. He repositions, slipping a sizable index, then middle finger into her, twisting and pumping, mouth still sucking hard, coaxing her along. She thrashes overwhelmed, “Don! Wait!” breathy voice full of urgency, bringing her arm up to muffle and bite, unable to move her lower half. Don laughs releasing her.

“Fuck,” she swallows through hard breaths, arms crossed over her head. He comes back up laying next to her, kissing her softly, mumbling nothings into her skin. As he does his hand slips back down, playing with the hair there, long middle finger parting her tender lips, fingers stroking lazily, building her back up. Judy’s legs draw him closer. “Mr. West,” she says stealing his line, “you appear to have me at a disadvantage.” and with that Judy’s nimble toes start to work his pants down. His mouth breaks into a smile, curious to see how far she can get without her hands. Looping, and pushing, stomping and shimmying, she gets them all the way down, an amused Don plants a kiss on her jaw.

Judy rolls over on top of him, sucking long languid kisses all along Don, she can feel him hot and hard beneath his boxers. Don lets out a strangled sound when her hips glide over his, the wet heat of her core settling over his cloth covered erection, nails scratching down as her mouth works it's way lower. Placing a final sucking kiss at the bottom of his torso, Judy sits up flashing a knowing grin then locks her fingers with his to prevent his hands from stopping her. Straddling him, as she’d done platonically so many times before, she centers herself over him, just barely making contact, slowly she sways her lower half like waves crashing, forward and back, the fabric of his boxers tickling. With her over him every sensation is amplified, light hums brushing and buzzing feel like deep vibrations. Low and raspy, “Jesus, Judy, you’re gonna kill me.“

Don sits up, pulling her close, one arm bracing her upper back, the other pulling off his boxers, his mouth working her own, stinging kiss after kiss. Judy slides her hand down to touch herself, finding him free, she changes her mind and grabs hold of him. Don groans into her mouth eyes fluttering shut at her touch. He’s large and thick in her grip, her firm hand moving up and down. Her thumb traces circles around the wet rim at the top, pumping the girth of him over and over.

“Doc… Princess…Judyjudyjude- JUDY,” he warns, his hips jolt, seeking release, nearly throwing her off, “i’m not gonna last if you keep that up.”

“So let’s get on with it” she coos, pushing him gently, Jesus, who is this Letting himself fall back against the pillow. Judy repositions herself, guiding him into her, taking a minute to get settled. Don restrains himself from bucking up, eyes fully locked on Judy as she wraps herself around him hot, and slick, and wet, pushing lower as she stretches, her swollen mouth parting obscenely letting out near pornographic “oohs” and “ahhhs” as she takes more and more of him until the full length of Don is engulfed in Judy. She slides up so he’s almost fully out, then back down, bucking back slightly at the bottom. Again and again, steadying, she finds a rhythm and increases speed. Don peels off her top exposing her chest, Judy trails her hands up her torso, over her chest, around her neck, riding his hitching hips, her eyes close, head falling back, his hands bracing her firmly, fingers digging in to flesh as ragged moans escape around a small “Don-“ he grows harder at his name in her mouth. He was content to let her have this, have anything she wanted, really, so long as she’d always respond to him like that.

Judy rides him to near completion, pressure building, until Don shifts them, twisting up and bringing her down hard, his mass on top of her, hips slamming rough and unyielding. He covers her mouth with his, lips parting hers. His hand works it’s way between them, rubbing harshly with his strong fingers, bringing her higher. Judy falling to pieces in his hands for what feels like the hundredth time that night trusting Don will put her back together. She gives in and lets him, breathy pants are all she’s capable of until she feels herself clench around him and stills, white streaks fill her pitch vision and Judy thinks to herself, this must be what it is to be a star gone supernova. Don slows his pounding and his fingers, he comes as well, thrusting a few more times before stopping.

He rolls to the side giving Judy room to breath, both inhaling heavy, staggered breaths. Don turns his head to face her, still huffing “I just gotta say, I like this a lot more than hot drinks or talking”

“Shut up” she laughs through pants, shoving his arm. “We’ll take a vote later.” Curling into him, Judy lays her head against his still heaving chest, Don wrapping an arm around her, holds her close as they drift off together. They’d worry about what bed she needed to be in in the morning.

#robinwest #lost in space #judy robinson #don west #fanfiction #ao3 #snails tales

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ashketchumseleventhbirthday · 2 years

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Champion Emeritus

Summary: Elaine feels lost after serving as Kanto Champion for so long. Trace has some wisdom to impart.

Rating: M - Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with non-explicit suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, or coarse language.

Words: 1300

Notes: It’s not meant to be romantic per se, but it can be read this way.

It often happened that Elaine would wake in the middle of the night to the sound of nothing at all. All those years away from Pallet Town made her so unaccustomed with it that she often wonders if her heart simply moved on from her hometown.

The taste of the Plateau still lingers on her tongue. The sweet rot of a failing memory of apples grown so far high, that endured the cold and harsh winds of the mountain. Pallet Town is certainly much, much more amene than those winters she spent at the League, waiting patiently for the next challenger to come, and yet it feels bleak.

At times, the brunette girl did not feel like all of her fit inside the tiny, aching bones she is inhabiting.

Those dreams of the Indigo Plateau that seemed all-encompassing these days fell somewhere in between. They were a beautiful existence of life without the weight of too-small shoulders, but a flight that ended in a hard landing.

Waking up made Elaine wonder, sometimes, if life at sea level made her years’ struggle worth it.

This time, she woke up and the illusion of League splendour was ash coating her lungs.

The former Champion turned on her side, readjusting the pillow beneath her, squinting in the darkness, as though if she were to concentrate hard enough, the lines of Pallet Town would blur away into nothing and this reality would fade into that of her marble floors and concrete walls chambers in Indigo Plateau, where sheer draperies around her bed floated from the draft, and the moon hung low, stars like its weeping tears.

Alas, this is Pallet Town, and she could tell even if she does not open her eyes, and even if there is no light to gaze. Her hands were woefully soft, and her legs ached with the neglect. Her life of leisure will eventually kill her at a point much too early in her life, but she is not sure what she is supposed to do from then on.

Her mind was heavy with a weight underserving of her young age. Unable to rest, Elaine stood and reached for a sweater to put over her pyjamas. When she left her room and tiptoed down the looming staircase, she was quieter on her feet than she used to be, like a cat slinking in the dark or a spymaster sneaking in unfamiliar territory.

She crossed the ever-quiet street and reached her destination in less time than it seemed to take, when she used to trail this path twice every day. To her welcome surprise, she found the door already open.

Old habits that no longer belonged to her tensed her muscles and set her on edge, but she touched the cool brass handle, and her senses calmed.

Trace had beat her to it. She supposed it was no surprise. Even before they left for their journeys, before they got their training licences, they had competed on everything. The boy had the annoying habit of losing, but if there was something that he always excelled, it was to predict her every move.

For a moment, the girl wonders what that says about her. Whether having this as a contest was a good or healthy thing has also escaped her considerations.

Elaine finds him on the couch, a lamp on a side table being the only source of light in the house. He was reading a book, wearing a smug face, mocking her for doing exactly what he expected her to do.

"There's no way for me to go back, you know?" She opened with it, knowing he also knew what she came to say.

Trace started at her shaded face, framed from being against the yellow light of the lamp. His wide eyes met hers, and she had to blink a few times to let the sight of his adult features become the face she would recognize now.

“There is, but I’ve spent too much trying it. I wouldn’t recommend it.” He responded, shutting the book with a sigh.

The brunette crossed her arms and the hem of her clothes rose three fingers on her exposed legs. Suddenly, she became self-conscious of her outfit, and so hurried to lower it back. Spending so much time isolated at the Plateau, even if she enjoyed adult company for most of her time, had not been conductive to her maturing, especially when it comes to social conventions.

Alas, she is not a child anymore. Girls her age should not present themselves like that in front of boys her age. In front of anyone, truth be told.

Trace rose to his feet and walked over to his bedroom. Not long after, he returned with a mantle and a small black box. He covered her with the warm fabric and opened the lid. Together, they stared at the iron pieces.

It was almost funny how ordinary they looked. The badges were beautifully carved, certainly, with the symbols of cities and elements from across their home region. They told a story, perhaps, one unknown to her but filled with a familiar whimsy, nonetheless. They were elegant, and, in the right lighting, not this mournful dark, they looked more impressive, but they were ordinary, still.

The magic did not hum from them in the same way it did in a long-gone past. They were not symbols of a journey, of how they grew stronger, of another step taken into everlasting happiness and glory.

Those crappy pieces of metal just stood there. They were hollow. She was not sure why, but part of her thought they were incomplete. As if, somewhere in Kanto, there were other gyms to beat and other leagues to conquer.

"I overheard your mother talking to Daisy at tea this afternoon." Trace said, his voice something small. "She told me she wishes you have never been giving a Pokémon, lest you feel so miserable."

She bit her tongue. "And you? Do you agree with them?"

Trace stared at the case, his chestnut brow creasing. Not in anger, and not in disappointment, just raw confusion.

Maybe to him, it was just another puzzle. Maybe, in his mind, he thought of it all as just another chess game, only this time all of his pieces were in a country he was locked out of and a life he no longer belonged to. Maybe his mind was scrambling for another strategy, another way out of this cold, dark existence.

Elaine would not know. He would never say.

Trace turned to her, and in his eyes was a look half steel, half shattered ice. "I'm relieved I'm sitting here with you and not with Chase. He'd have something wonderfully hopeful and witty to say, wouldn't he? So annoying."

Her brow furrowed and her expression flickered in a smile. "So you’re glad you are with someone who will let you wallow a little?"

The boy chuckles. "I used to have a reputation for brooding."

"Well, I guess I had plenty of practice on that since I came back home." She pulled her knees to her chest and laid her chin on their weight. "Do you think I could join you?"

Trace breathed out. "Be my guest."

Elaine looked at the case. All night, she sat before it, her childhood friend beside her, a well of grief pooling inside her heart.

It was easier to have him beside her, and it was easier to deal with it when there was something tangible to cry at. All night she sat, and all night she wept, and eventually, the morning broke, its cold light drifting in from frosted windows, and eventually her wounds ached less, until she could breathe around their jagged, torn edges.

It is time to find a new goal.

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mandos-sluts · 3 years

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The Escort

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, mentions of sex work, daddy kink, sharing a bed trope

Summary: You are introduced to Mando, who has been hired to escort you through the outer rim. You recall the one other time you had met him before.

It was around seven months ago that the incident occured. You had been training under Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker for years. But leading up to your escape, you had begun feeling resentment toward your master and the entire Jedi order. You were having an existential crisis and questioning everything you had learned and were supposed to preach. One day, you and Luke were in a particularly bad argument, and you snapped. You packed your bags and decided to abandon the Jedi order.

You were only gone for a week. Luke managed to track you down on some underdeveloped planet, and by that time, you had cooled off and were thinking clearly. You and Luke returned and resumed your training.

The week that you went rogue was pretty uneventful. You seeked refuge in this small mining town and figured you needed to get a job. Unsurprisingly, it was very slim pickings, and your best option ended up being sex work. This was a fine work placement; the job paid relatively well and the owner of the brothel was a sweet old woman who protected the sex workers. Again, the week was fairly mundane and you only serviced a few clients.

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You had been assigned a diplomatic mission which required you to travel to some planet in the outer rim. You were all ready to go and were walking toward your ship when Luke approached you with some Mandalorian.

“Y/n, I would like to introduce you to Mando.” Luke said. You and Mando shook hands.

“Nice to meet you.” You said with a straight face. The Mandalorian seemed really familiar to you, but you couldn’t figure out why.

“He will be escorting you to the system.” Luke said with slight hesitation, already knowing how you’ll react.

“What!?” You said with confusion and slight offence. “Why would I need an escort? I’ve traveled solo to dozens of planets on dozens of missions.”

“I know, y/n.” Luke said, taking in a breath. “But the Jedi council thinks that it is best to err on the side of caution right now. The outer rim is dangerous and the Empire is growing. And we’ve seen their desperate interest in capturing young force-sensitive beings.”

You cross your arms and turn to look at the Mandalorian. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you shook his hand.

“Why aren’t you just coming with me?” You say turning back to Luke. “What makes this random Mandalorian more capable than me? Why should I trust him?”

“I have other duties to respond to.” Luke says. “But y/n, Mando is the one who saved Grogu and delivered him to us. The Jedi council trusts him completely. He’s fought off the Empire– Moff Gideon, most notably– several times. He is the best one to have at your side if something goes wrong.”

Let out a breath, signalling your annoyance and you turn again to look into Mando’s visor. “Does he speak?” You say sarcastically while maintaining your stare at him.

“Not often.” Mando returns in a deep modulated voice. That voice, you recognize it. You have met him before, you know it. But where? Where could you have met him– then it hits you. The brothel. He was one of your few clients a couple months back when you were a sex worker!

A flood of memories come pouring in as your face gets red. You remember the one thing that made that week exciting, and it was the Mandalorian. He fucked you like no one else ever had. You were sore for days after. He gave you the best pleasure you had ever felt.

You try your best to gather your composure and act like nothing has happened. “So….so he’s just gonna co pilot on my way there?” You ask with your cheeks still slightly flush.

“Well...no.” Luke says. “You two will be traveling in Mando’s ship. The Razor Crest is essentially undetectable, and again, we think it’s best that your whereabouts remain unknown.” Mando visor is still glued on you. You look down and fidget with your fingers.

Luke senses your unease. “Listen, I know you’re not crazy about this arrangement, but you’ll be in good hands with Mando. Alright?” He says putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Okay.” You say back with a nervous half smile.

You and Mando walk in silence to the Crest and make your way up to the cockpit. You feel so unbelievably awkward. Does he remember you? He must. But he didn’t seem at all caught off guard when he was introduced to you?

The Crest departs and you two sit in deafening silence. All you can think about is how the last time you met, he was fucking you senseless over a dresser and wispering the dirtiest things in your ear.

Finally, you gain the courage and turn to him. “So...Do you remember me?” You say.

“Yes.” Mando returns looking straight ahead. He turns his head and looks at you. “Do the Jedi know that you’re a former whore?” He says casually.

“Yes.” You say, somewhat angered by the insulting insinuation. “Of course they know. But I’m not a former sex worker, per se. I only worked there for a week. Consider it a sabbatical from my Jedi training.”

“Interesting choice for a sabbatical.” Mando says.

You didn’t feel like explaining the actual reason for your working at the brothel. He was kind of rude and you owed him no explanation. At the same time, however, his shortness and nonchalant demeanor were kind of hot (actually very hot). He was so confident and sure of himself. He also smelled so good and his muscles were evident even under the beskar.

The trip is about two standard days, and since the Crest only had one sleeping area, you and Mando stopped off at some planet for the night to sleep and eat.

It was already dark by the time you and Mando made your way into town. Just walking down the street, people would move aside or step back for Mando. Nobody wanted to upset a Mandalorian, and you found it incredibly hot that he was so feared.

It was a very small town with only one tiny inn. You and Mando walked up to the front desk. “I need two adjacent rooms.” Mando says, throwing more than enough credits on the desk.

“I– I’m sorry sir, but we only have one vacancy tonight.” The woman at the front desk stutters.

You turn to Mando. “I can stay here and you can sleep on the Crest?” You offer as a solution.

“No.” Mando says. “I’m not leaving you alone. The whole reason I’m here is to protect you.”

Mando turns to the woman. “Does the room have two beds?”

“I’m sorry, but the room only has one bed sir.” The woman says apologetically.

Mando lets out a sigh. “Fine.” He says shortly. “We’ll take it.”

The room is pretty small, as is the bed. You wash up in the fresher and change into your sleep wear, which consists of a snug tank top and some loose cotton shorts. After you're done, Mando uses the fresher as you get in the bed.

Mando exists and sits on a chair in the corner of the room. He crosses his arms, stretches his legs out and puts his head back. “Get some sleep, we’re leaving early tomorrow.” Mando says.

You sit up in the bed. “Mando, we can both fit in the bed.” You say flatly.

“I’m fine.” He abruptly replies without lifting his head.

“Seriously, Mando, I don’t care. I’m gonna feel bad if you sleep on a chair. Come on.” You say.

Mando lets out a breath. “Fine.” He says as he gets up and walks towards the bed.

You scoot over as close to the wall as you can and face the wall. Mando strips off all of his armour except for his helmet and removes his gloves. He gets in the bed next to you, also facing the wall. There’s a good four inches between the two of you, and Mando made a point not to use the blanket.

You’re so glad he got in the bed with you. You want nothing more than for him to fuck you like he did before, and you can’t think of a better way to make that happen than sharing a bed with him. Slowly, you inch your way backwards until your butt is against his crotch. You remain still for a few minutes, but then slightly adjust your position so as to rub your ass into his groin.

Mando twitches at the feeling of you grinding against him and turns around so that you are back to back, trying his best to avoid an erection. But then, realizing he is too close to falling off the bed facing away from you, he turns back around. You shift once again, rubbing your ass against his hardening cock. Mando can’t tell if you are innocently trying to get comfortable or you are trying to tease him. Either way, this is a job for him, so he figures things should remain professional. You, however, were not relenting. Pretending to be drifting asleep, you again roll your ass over this now hard member.

Mando grunts and gets out of the bed and goes to the fresher. He turns on the faucet, takes off his helmet, and releases his long thick cock from the confines of his pants. Spitting into his hand, he gets right into it, taking his length and stroking it fast. He puts his free hand against the wall and puts his head down. He thinks about your tight pussy squeezing his cock as he jerks himself off, trying to get rid of his boner. He grunts as quietly as he can and stifles his moans. Thinking back to that day at the brothel, he thinks of you calling him daddy, begging for his cum; he imagines that your throat is between his large hand and the wall. He comes and lets out a deep breath.

You lie in bed, knowing and just barely hearing what he is doing in there. You are upset; you feel kind of rejected. But you’re not yet discouraged– you got him hard, why should you not reap the rewards? You decide to just double down and do it again, assuming that he won’t take a second trip to the fresher to jerk off.

Mando gets back in the bed, relieved that he had dealt with his erection and hoping you were asleep. But not any sooner did you start back up again. You move and rub your ass against his groin and let out the faintest moan. And just like that, you feel his cock grow hard against your butt.

He let out a hard sigh.

“Stop” he commanded, not bothering to whisper.

“Stop what?” You reply.

“You know what you’re doing.”

“Oh?” You say continuing to grind your ass against his bulge.

“And if you don’t stop, you’re the one whose going to be taking care of it this time.” He said as he lightly grabbed your throat.

Your arousal shoots up at his words and actions, and you can feel it in your pussy.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” You purr.

“What a fuckin tease you are.” He said shoving his bulge against your ass and tightening his grip on your throat.

“Mmmm, don’t act like you don’t like it, Mando.” You say. You pause for a moment and close your eyes. “I would finger myself every night thinking about the time you fucked me. I could feel you in between my legs for weeks after you left.”

Mando hums a sound of approval. “That’s right, pretty girl. No one will ever be able to fuck you the way I can.” He says slipping his hand into your shorts. His fingers glide along your soaking wet folds and you let out a whine.

“What a needy little thing you are, so fuckin desperate for me to fill your hole.” Mando starts pumping his middle finger in and out of you as his thumb rubs your clit.

“Fuck.” Mando growls. “I forgot just how tight this little cunt of yours is.”

Your moans get louder and your mouth opens wider as he picks up the pace. Mando moves his other hand from your throat to your mouth and pushes two fingers into your mouth. You suck them while continuing to moan.

“I went back to the brothel a week later, but they said you had left. I’ve fucked so many other whores since then but none were as good at you baby girl.” Mando says as he adds another finger.

Mando drives his fingers in you at an ungodly pace, hitting your G-spot over and over again. His thumb rubbing vigorously over your swollen nub.

“Fuck, I- I’m gonna cum.” You manage to say.

“Do it.” Mando commands and he grips your throat even tighter.

Your back arches and you grab Mando’s arm that’s fucking you with both your hands, digging your nails into his skin as your orgasm falls over you. You scream out his name and try to pull his hand out of your pussy, the overstimulation pushing you over the edge. But Mando nevertheless continues to rub your clit and finger you hard.

“Ohh, no, little girl. Try to push me away and I’ll just fuck you harder.” Mando says.

Your climax reaches its peak and Mando can feel his fingers getting clenched by your cunt. He finally slows down and pulls his fingers out of you, his grip on your neck loosening as well.

Mando unbuttons his pants and pulls out his throbbing erection. The feeling of it against your butt makes you jump. He yanks your shorts down. He rubs his head through your folds a few times before slowly beginning to enter you. You gasp and grab the sheets of the bed. Your mouth opens as wide as possible as you feel your cunt being impossibly stretched.

Mando lifts his head to watch your reaction. He loved the fact that just a third of his length completely destroyed you. Mando does a few slow thrusts with only half his cock to ready you for the rest. Just when it’s shifting from pain to pleasure, Mando shoves the rest of his length into you as hard as possible. You quite literally scream at the top of your lungs. Mando knew exactly what he was doing, making you think he was going to ease you into it, before unapologetically thrusting all the way into your hole without any warning.

“Ahhh.” Mando grunts. “You’re the perfect little cocksleve for me.”

He trusts in and out of you while breathing heavily. The bed is banging against the wall every time he slams into you. The room next door is sure to hear but neither of you care.

Mando grunts and props himself up to lean on his elbow. He grabs your thigh and hooks it around his arm, getting a better angle and letting him fuck you faster and deeper. Your moans become outright screams as his unbelievably large cock rips you open. Anyone listening would surely think you were being tortured.

“Fu— fuck! Fuck yes daddy!” You manage to say between thrusts. Mando growls at your calling him daddy.

“You want me to cum inside your pretty little cunt?” Mando says.

You could barely speak, your mouth was wide open and your eyes had rolled to the back of your head. You’re able to muster out a “Y-yes.”

“Beg me.” Mando says as he grips your leg even harder. “Beg for my cum you little slut.”

“Please daddy, I– I want you to fill me up with– with your cum. Until it’s dri– dripping out of my pussy.” You say.

Mando moans and you can feel his cock tightening inside of you and his ropes of his cum coat your insides.

“Fuckkk.” Mando says pulling out of you.

You let out a high-pitched breath at the loss of his member. Mando puts his length back in his pants and sits up on his knees. He grabs one of your legs and swiftly slides you down the bed so he is on his knees in between your legs.

He aggressively pushes your legs further apart, looking down at your abused hole. His white juices are leaking out of it.

“Your pussy looks so pretty overflowing with my cum.” Mando says. He takes his middle finger and traces the lips of your cunt, then shoves it as far into you as it can go. You let out a yelp and your back arches at the pressure. “And I don’t want you wasting a single drop.” He repeats his action, plunging his finger into you. Pulling it out, he brings it to your lips and shoves it in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it before he pulls it out.

“Mmmm I forgot how good you taste.” You say.

Mando leans over and grabs your shorts, and you pull them back on. Both you and Mando fall asleep quickly.

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“I should escort you on more of your missions.” Mando says slapping your ass as you walk out of the inn.

You look up at him. “I’ll make sure to tell Luke how pleased I was with your services.”

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yanderart · 4 years

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He caught you when no one else did; defeated you when no one else could. Whether you liked to admit it or not, Eraserhead had clearly proven his worth.

So why didn't you prove yours, little villain?

Another portrait for my POV yandere series, this time of Aizawa. Got a few people requesting me to draw/write for him so hopefully y'all enjoy it 🖤

Below the cut, as customary for the series, is a longshot one-shot that delves further into the backstory (Aizawa x Villain Reader, nsfw, dark themes, 8k).

TWs: dub-con, graphic smut, Bad Bondage Etiquette, degradation/humiliation, brat (villain) taming, cumplay and slight bimbofication. Scumbag Aizawa is real.

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The day you met Eraserhead, looking back, saying your worries had been misplaced would be an understatement. With not being apprehended and losing street cred at the very top of your list, it was decidedly easy to skip over any of the other big red-lettered warnings.

You first felt the tickle in your nape while you carried your acquisitions across downtown Musutafu, accompanied by the familiar presage of someone watching your every movement. The city around you was bustling, as was the norm, as loud and meandering in its complaints as a chronically diseased elder, yet the alleys you took as shortcuts grew quieter and quieter with each step.

It was eerie, alarming, and a platitude of other adjectives you shamefully chose to neglect.

“So this is the great V/N in the flesh,” the lazy cadence of someone calling out your alias froze you mid-step, the way his owner dragged each syllable telling you he hadn’t yet decided whether you were worth wasting his breath on.

Your body was responding before you even had a chance to properly process the threat, running on instinct and muscle memory as you twirled to face the mysterious man and prepared to...

“Cute dress, kid.” Eraserhead in the flesh stood barely a few feet away, glowing scarlet orbs illuminating his preternaturally blank expression and transforming it instead into a visage of pure intimidation. “Didn’t pitch you for the frilly type.”

The growing panic in your chest put a hitch in your breath as you stared back. Yet you couldn’t help but still try, fruitlessly hoping—hands clenched, nails puncturing your own flesh as you tried to force your dormant quirk awake. And all for naught, considering your efforts were only repaid by the hatchet of your sinking realization being buried even deeper.

Although, the Pro-Hero also appeared to notice your meager attempts, taking a few steps closer to your form with a condescending gleam in his otherwise somber features.

Before you were conscious of what you were looking at (and before you had half a mind to attempt a quirkless attack on the hero), you observed the weapon wrapped around his neck unfolding fluidly, the extensions of fabric reaching out to envelop you in a forceful embrace that left your arms tucked to your sides and your back uncomfortably straightened.

“Better to trap you before you get any wild ideas. It’s your fault you’re in this position in the first place anyways,” he was taunting you, prodding you and poking you as you found yourself completely at his mercy, uselessly struggling much in the same way many of your victims had surely felt in their last few moments at your hands.

"Eraserhead," his pseudonym resembled an insult on your tongue, your rage and resentment making for rather colorful enhancements. "Don’t you have anything better to do than trapping helpless girls with this weapon of yours? Didn't peg you for a pervert."

Usually, you managed to reign in some of your nastier attitudes, channeling them into your quirk and the violence you could inflict with it…

But tied up and under the influence of his own ability as you were? All you had was pettiness.

"You can dress up as a civ all you want. Won't be fooling me." He took several steps, closing the distance between you two with barely the hint of a smile morphing his stern expression.

You could see the faint stubble on his handsome face from this up close, blood-shot eyes that refused to blink as they studied you in ample detail. Could even see the scar carved onto one of his cheekbones, a textured promise of the fight he had survived and now wore as a medal.

Such was your luck, that the Pro to finally catch up with you had to be this rugged scumbag.

"I'm not even engaging in any criminal activities, Eraseridiot." Your insult was terrible, but you were never much of a verbal sparrer. Not when you could use your fists instead. "What are you gonna send me to the pigs for? I know my rights."

And you did. So when the condescension on the lazy hero's face turned into a full-on expression of mockery as he approached your "bag of acquisitions," you audibly gulped. Goddamn stalker couldn't have been following you for that long? Could he?

If only you knew.

"Then," he held up the bag with an indolent brand of interest, the contents dangling tauntingly from his clutch. "How do you explain this over here? I reckon even dirt like you knows what stealing qualifies as." His other hand dived for the contents and before you could voice any protest, cheeks blushing furiously, a slow hint of a chuckle was bobbing his adam's apple. "It would be a fun thing to peg you down for, though."

That damned weapon of his didn't give out an inch as you started to furiously struggle, becoming instead impossibly tighter with each futile attempt at freeing yourself.

"You fucking psycho, is this your sick way of trying to pick me up or something?"

But your quip did not deter him at all (if anything, it spurred him on). The hand inside the bag tensed for a moment before he was retrieving the sole object inside. To say mortification was written all over your face would be an understatement.

A dark pantyhose now hung from Eraserhead's nimble fingers, not a second being wasted by the Hero before he proceeded to bring it up to his face, carelessly stretching the garment until you could see every single one of his features through the sheer material. The way the moonlight caught in it, bouncing off and bathing his patronizing face, made for uncomfortably intimate imagery.

(Yet a part of you, one you would never admit existed if further questioned, also could not help but notice the striking attractiveness of it all, making you want to squirm for completely different reasons while the man continued to exert his quirk on you through the fabric of your fucking lingerie.)

"Gotta say, didn't take you for a pantyhose kind of gal either. Girls like you…" He uttered the last part more like an afterthought, tossing the bag aside before his hands continued toying with the tights absentmindedly. "Are suited for something like fishnets much more."

By that point, you were sure he was just playing with you. You were such a harmless joke, restrained and showcased like a prize for his viewing pleasure.

"Reckon you must own quite a few pairs, uh?" He continued egging you on when you failed to give a timely enough answer.

(Perhaps the fact that he so easily guessed that detail should’ve been your first real warning, too.)

Yet you couldn’t help how his condescension and the downright dirty way he stared at you sent dark shivers up your spine, the threat he represented turning strangely alluring under the dim street lights illuminating you both.

As a villain, you had robbed, murdered, set people ablaze, and even stolen a popsicle or two from some crying kids. So why were Eraserhead's words having such an effect on you? Why did, a part of you deep down, seemed enthused by the awful way in which he was speaking to you?

"You don't have any proof I stole them. I just threw away the receipt after I bought them. Very environmentally unconscious of them, too, when electrical ones are a thing."

Now you were just rambling. What an adorable sight.

"Hmm, never thought I'd hear "environmentally unconscious" being uttered by a two-bit criminal." He stopped stretching the lingerie for a moment, thoughtfully scratching at his incipient stubble with his free hand instead, "Are you really trying to sell me the good samaritan angle?"

To his credit too, he seemed genuinely puzzled by your approach for an instant. Guess even an experienced pro like him still had room to be shocked.

"I'm not trying to sell you anything, imbecile." The snobbishly controlled tone of yours was back, the shaking of panic subsiding while you held onto your only hope of leaving this confrontation unscathed. "And my rights clearly state you need proof to apprehend me. Need causality to exert your quirk on me, too, or you would be the one breaking the law."

Now, Eraserhead wasn’t annoyed per se. You could tell from what little he had already spoken (and from the myriad of cautionary tales you had been told) that little could rattle the man at all, but your comment definitely appeared to intrigue him. It made you feel like an animal being studied, pinned down, and ready to be dissected for his own morbid curiosity.

"Isn't this just rich?" His tone was almost lethargic, words dragging on with a faint rumble. "Are you going to run off to the police, then? Tell them how a Pro trapped you and tried turning you in for a very obvious act of theft?", his eyebrows were raised, eyes more awake despite his monotone voice carrying on. "Be my guest then."

Because of course you were all bark, no bite and he was more than willing to call you out on your shit. So instead of continuing down that route, you decided to veer for a new approach, switching from your assortment of insolent tactics.

"Do you get off on this, then?" Your voice morphing into meekness while you adopted an expression of distress, bottom lip jutting out with the sparkle of thinly veiled sarcasm glimmering in your eyes. "Do you like thinking of yourself as the Big Bad Hero, maybe?" And you could tell by the way the incipient smile froze on his lips that your question had caught him off guard. Made you wanna press even harder, "Do you like the idea of taking a defenseless little girl into an alley and showing her just how bad you can be? Maybe planned on teaching me a lesson, is that it?"

His frown mimicked yours now, no longer any hints of cruel enjoyment on his part. His eyes still glowed red, but he was now squinting ever so slightly, zeroing in on you not only due to the limits of his quirk but also due to the words rapidly continuing to escape your impudent mouth.

"Does Eraserhead like to fuck his lays into being law-abiding citizens? Is the power over someone else what really gets you off, perhaps?"

It was like a spell was cast on the both of you. He couldn't drift his attention, his eyes couldn't stop scanning your face — quickly flickering from the hatred coloring your gaze to the slight quiver of frustration shaking your lips. The hand which he still used to grab your stockings was now a closed fist, knuckles growing pale from the poorly contained strength.

"Bet you plotted this entire thing, you creep. Wanted to take me behind an alley and show me my place." Your taunts were becoming increasingly more risqué, the anger blurring your sense of preservation—and the hint of something else too, a secret excitement you were unwilling to recognize. "Wanted to have me all submissive and obedient under you, surely. Show me what a scary hero cock can do, is that it?"

But instead of earning another entertaining grimace, you had a first-row seat to the rapidly darkening expression on his face. Eyes squinted at the same time that the bandages settled even tighter around you, cutting off your breath for a moment before relenting just enough not to suffocate you.

And that's when you first felt it for the first time, just when your jests died on your lips and you drank on his foreboding reaction. The grip of Eraserhead's quirk, more constricting than any ropes, wavering faintly around the prison he had constructed around you; the distinct buzzing in your hands returning for a mere instant before flickering out again.

Now that was interesting.

"Should watch what you're saying," the pro-hero sounded gruff, voice tinted by a new kind of intensity.

Like a shark smelling the smallest whiff of blood, you couldn’t help your instincts urging you to dial down.

"Always knew you hero types had a hard-on for the power trips. Bet you were using all of this as a decoy. Is this when you strip me and hold me down? When you plow me into the floor of this alley and tell me to "behave or else"?"

You knew your jabs were going too far, getting too brazen… yet as much as you enjoyed making the Pro visibly uncomfortable, once he decided to close the distance between you two there was little you could do to stop yourself from flinching. A fire inhabited his expression, the vivid brightness emanating from his stare not only intimidating, but downright frightening too.

"Are you trying to rile me up?" His hand gripped your face with force, bandages shifting until they were enveloping your neck, holding you up and forcing you to reciprocate his glare, "What do you think will you achieve by antagonizing me even more, V/N?"

You just looked at him through your eyelashes, still somehow managing to play up the innocent act through the layers of fear settling in. And as expected, it only served to further his irritation, calloused fingers digging even deeper into your cheeks and coaxing the claws of terror to continue trailing their nails all around you.

"I’m just trying to understand you, Eraserhead." The way you smiled at him was defiance personified despite it all, your tongue wetting your lips while you caught his eyes following the movement. There was the slightest give of his quirk again, a fluctuation in his concentration informing you that you were finally on the right track. "And I think, given the fact that I haven’t been cuffed yet, that we can both still come to a mutual agreement."

Fingers twitched around your jawline, muffling your words while your sides were squished together harshly. But even manhandling you, the Hero couldn’t hide the spark in his eyes, an interest you foolishly believed to be ignited by your former comments.

"So you are indeed trying to rile me up then." It was an assertion, not a hint of doubt in his leisure intonation.

Instead of replying this time, you just slowly blinked his way, observing your imitation of meekness reflected in a gaze that refused to abandon yours. It had been so long since you last tried to play coy, so long since you needed to depend on anything besides your own strength and ruthlessness. You couldn’t help the thrill you got from playing the role.

"Think you’ll get me distracted enough to break away, I bet." He was whispering directly against your skin after getting dangerously closer, the heat from his cushioned lips provoking an involuntary shiver. "Do you believe nobody else tried this approach before, little villain?"

You gulped, feeling caught before you even had time to properly set the stage.

"I wasn’t..."

"Weren’t what, trying to seduce me?" There was a sense of levity hidden somewhere under his timbre, stored between words that kept dragging on in a mantle of aloofness. "Or did you not mean any of your words?"

When you didn’t reply, you could feel the cruel smile resurfacing against your earlobe.

"If I lift your dress right now, do you think I’ll have my answer?" His question sounded almost casual, as weightless as your alias had been when he first called you out.

Your heartbeat sang in your chest, an anxious hummingbird trapped inside your ribcage. Because you knew the answer, you both did.

When the hand still clutching your bunched hosiery came up to press the fabric against your thighs, you could not help the gasp that escaped you.

"I bet all those things you were just saying…" His tone drifted off as the stockings were slowly guided up the vastness of your legs, fingers barely grazing you through the thin layer of the stolen undergarments. He was thoroughly teasing you, enjoying the manner in which your expression contorted in response. "You just want me to do them to you, don’t you?"

Even if you would’ve wanted to object, the pressure of his nylon-covered digits finally reaching your dampened panties was enough to kill any possible refusal. He traced the outline of your slit, soft touches running across it with deceitful lightness, and your mind became positively staggered as you were rendered overwhelmed by his actions.

You didn’t have to worry about his next move for long, either, because barely a moment’s notice passed before his entire palm was eagerly covering your crotch. And the new way in which he groped you was demanding, the heel of his wrist putting just enough pressure to drag a shamefully loud mewl from you.

The douchebag even had the gall to laugh at your reaction, the sound of his mirth prompting you to writhe even harder as he continued to feel you up through your rapidly soaking underwear.

"Knew you’d be a slutty one." His breath was hoarse against the side of your face, the stubble on his jaw scratching against your skin in a way which made you wonder how it would feel pressing elsewhere. "So fucking wet, it must hurt being this eager."

He didn’t specify what exact kind of pain he meant, whether your growing need for release or the insufferable blow all of this represented to your pride. Somehow, though, you had an inkling that he was referencing both.

"Wanna show me just how needy you are?" His words echoed with each laboured breath of his, one of the few signs you had that he was clearly very much into the whole affair despite his detached demeanor. "Maybe you could show me more of your adorable little cries."

As Eraserhead rutted his palm against you another time, you found your hips lowering down to chase the feeling much to your own chagrin, more moans making their way out of your panting mouth while he coaxed you to sing the notes of his preferred melody.

It was true that you hated his guts… but another fact was that you hadn’t had action in a long while either. Even with the threat of imprisonment hanging over you, you could not deny how desirable the idea to get to cum against that veiny hand of him was, to grip those muscular shoulders as you reached the perdition he was so tantalizingly offering.

Decidedly forgotten was your plan of you being the one distracting him. For fuck’s sake, you really were a needy whore.

"Why not show me how you cum for me in this alley, if you’re really that desperate?" His words kept getting cruder, his tongue tracing a languid stripe from your earlobe down to the side of your neck, a beautiful path of distractions threatening to dip your sanity even lower. "Be the dirty little villain that I know you are, doll."

But just as soon as the stimulation was hitting you a second time, so it suddenly disappeared. One second fingers were flexing against your tender flesh, coated by your arousal through the layers of fabric separating you and fluttering with the promise of an impending release, and then the very next instant you were left to whimper (a villain like you, actually whimpering!) in the unbearable wake of their absence.

When your eyes searched for the Hero’s again, in his blown out pupils you could only dare interpret part of the enjoyment he was getting from watching you scram for his touch, beautifully bold handwriting spelling out arousal for all to read.

Watching you so easily betray your own ego after all of your lip service? More than simple music to his ears, it was an entire sonnet.

"But, now that I think of it, you were the one trying to walk away free from this. So why should you be the one getting pleasured?"

Even in your precarious situation, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Apparently, your discomfort at being denied was enough to forego your better senses.

The bindings contracted around you in quick response to your insolence, your neck being craned even further and your arms mishandled until they were behind your back instead of at your sides, a sharp pain blooming from your shoulders as you struggled to adjust.

Treated like this, he really did make you feel like a helpless little doll. (Goddamn, that thought alone was enough to have your juices gushing again, the trails of your excitement starting to make a mess of your inner thighs.)

"You don’t get it, do you?" He asked in a despondent voice, unblinking eyes still refusing to abandon your face as he elaborated, "you should already be on your way to some second-rate villain prison, cuffed and muzzled and someone else’s problem."

At his reminder of what you believed to be your impending fate, the mocking pout on your face transformed into a retelling of real horror. Because your spotless reputation was the one trick in your book that had managed to give you a sliver of notoriety over the rest of the unremarkable criminals, much more significant than any quirk or grandiose crime.

So for someone like you to lose that? You might as well hang up the villain costume and retire, for all anyone would care. (And yes, you had been called an attention whore a lot throughout your life, but who could blame you when you couldn’t help but thrive on it?)

Sensing your spiraling thoughts, the Pro raised his eyebrows in an almost pitiful stint, as if he was truly empathizing with the agonized look of your face.

"I know you don’t want that, doll." As his declaration dragged on, the grip that had been steadying your jaw was swapped instead for the peculiar feeling of damp fabric —your pantyhose being pushed against your cheek and spreading your own juices around, all while Eraserhead intently studied the new wave of disgust coloring your features. "So why not show me that even a villain slut like you can behave? Give me a reason to believe that and..." The slickered garment was now pressing to your closed lips, your eyes starting to water with the weight of the humiliation you were being made to endure. "Maybe then I’ll consider letting you go."

You knew he was lying, had every right to doubt the sincerity of his promise and, in its place, conclude he just meant to take advantage of you in your desperate state and then leave you for the pigs to find anyway.

You knew all of that, and yet you still opened your mouth and allowed him to do as he pleased. When he worked the pair of soiled stockings inside, you had troubles recognizing the pathetic sight being reflected your way from the wild hue of his gaze.

For someone who had always prided herself in being a predator, you had never looked more like prey.

"Fuck, that’s it, doll." He pushed the piece further with his fingers, forcing you to stretch your lips until your jaw started to hurt from the strain. His fingers swirled inside, pressing the soaked material against the flat of your tongue and instructing you to eagerly lick it.

You had never felt as debased in your entire life, being forced to choose between savoring your own arousal while tied up in an alley or ruining a reputation you had fought so earnestly to maintain.

(And yet your thighs were pressing together now, attempting to create some meager friction to alleviate a yearning that did nothing but shift, demand, grow.)

"Look at you cleaning up your own mess," he almost sounded proud of you as you kept dutifully sucking, his other hand brushing your hair away from your shoulders in a strangely consoling way. "Seeing you all obedient like this, one could be fooled into thinking there is yet hope for reform."

By the time the Hero finally took his hand away, bunching up the stockings before fitting them into one of the hidden pockets of his dark costume, you thought you could discern a mocking smile through the clouds of tears.

"But now, now, doll… are you gonna keep crying or do you wanna try and take proper care of me next?"

Not finding it in yourself to raise your voice again, you instead opted to wet your lips hesitantly as you awaited for him to elaborate further. There was a question dying to be asked, struggling somewhere alongside the myriad of insolent retorts and insults you wished you could swing the Hero’s way without being harshly reprimanded.

"I wouldn’t call that proper exactly," a chuckle reverberated from the back of his throat, gravely and dark as he misrepresented your movements. Fingers still slick from your saliva caressed your bottom lip, massaging it in a way which played straight into the undermining tilt of his words. "Although I’m sure you must be dying to wrap your pretty lips around my cock. Would give you a good reason to stay quiet, uh?"

You really had been intending not to fall for his obvious goading, not trying to give the Pro anymore reasons to be harsh with you (or even worse, give him an excuse to leave you alone and to a fate worse than his company ever would be).

Had tried so hard too, but the cocky villain in you could only take so much degradation before it snapped.

"Goddamn it, are you trying to fuck me or bore to death?" As for the slight quivering in your voice, you dearly hoped he wouldn’t pick up on it.

Predictably enough, that slip earned you another harsh tug from the capture weapon, your whole body pulled back until you thought you were about to be snapped.

"I was just about to praise you for being all sweet for me, V/N." The switch from his pet names to your alias felt like a bucket of ice being dumped on you, voice a slow drawl while he tugged once more from your bottom lip, but this time harsh enough to have you wincing. "I’m trying to teach you how to be a proper girl, so don’t make me regret it. Or would you prefer to go take a prolonged vacation in a holding cell?"

He already knew your answer judging by the way his eyes coldly studied you, unearthing the secrets you uselessly attempted to hide with an ease that unnerved you (and, as much as you loathe to admit, fascinated you).

When he tugged at your mouth again, nails sinking just enough to be noticeable, you knew he was expecting a verbal answer. And a nice one, at that.

"Then fucking get on with it…" Words slurred at the end, caught up in the increasingly somber aura of your captor before you swallow thickly, quickly adding as an afterthought, "Please."

At that, his scowl receded enough for some satisfaction to find its way back into his grimace.

The more you struggled, the sweeter your surrender became.

"Not perfect, but better," he conceded with a thoughtful hum.

If you had properly studied just who he was beyond his active Heroism, then you would’ve understood just how accustomed he was to insubordination. If anything, your act only served to make him feel more at home.

You had barely any time to wonder about whatever he had planned next though, because in an instant that damned contraction of his was moving you around once more, twisting you until you were facing the brick wall of the alleyway with heaving breaths.

Your legs were now maneuvered until you were forced to keep them apart just a smidgen, the new inviting space between your thighs surely a most intoxicating promise for the sick man manhandling you. And your back experienced pain afterwards too, harshly pushed until you had no option but to allow yourself to be pressed against the dirty walls; As a result, you found yourself with your ass backed up and for the world to see, the frilly skirt of your dress caught somewhere between all the movements.

Yet even being roughed up as you were, when a hand reached out to tug your ruined underwear away you couldn't help greedily rutting into it, too worried by the fire gathering in your lower belly to care about maintaining a semblance of the reluctance you would later claim to have experienced.

It was almost comical for the Hero to observe the pathetic image you were now serving up on an ornate platter —especially when compared to the list of deviant crimes and horrors your spreadsheet of accomplishments preached. For all intents and purposes, you really were a horrible, messed up individual…

So it was a wonder why his mind had kept supplying him with the same descriptor ever since he first saw you, the same sweet little word that he thought might as well be written all over your skin for how accurate it described you.

A cute little doll (soon to be his cute little doll). Despite believing himself to be a fairly responsable Hero, the man had never wanted to play with anything as much as he did with you.

The sound of a zipper being lowered was alarmingly loud in the emptiness of your surroundings, as loud as a wail to your sensitive ears. When you squirmed below your restraints, nonetheless, you could no longer pinpoint whether it was from unadulterated fear or a sick sense of anticipation.

How easy it had been to break you, even if you would never recognize it openly.

"Knew you were into it, and now watch your ass trembling in excitement for me." He was chuckling again, not pretending like the cruelty coating his words had any other intention but to degrade you further. It had been just his luck, to find the one villain who just so happened to enjoy it. "I really hit the jackpot with you, didn’t I, doll?"

When the lewd sound of one of his fists pumping his cock reached your ears, you didn’t even bother disguising the whines of complaint refusing to be contained any longer.

"Stop..." Words spilled from clenched teeth, growled out with an annoyance that no longer sought to defy, "Fucking..." but to demand instead, "Teasing."

"Hmm, that’s cute. Why don’t you try begging me though?" His cadence was growing as bated as his breath, littered by intermittent curses as his eyes dined on the sight of your glistening core, held up and offered up for him to do as he pleased. "Beg for me to use you, and if you put on a good enough show I might just let you off."

Another shiver rampaging it's way through your body, an exhilaration that could not be entirely pinpointed.

"Please…" You started, rough intonation dripping with venom —But Eraserhead didn't seem to mind the sardonic nature of your pleading though, not as you heard the litany of damnations being spilled from his lips. Your shameful excitement, your bitterness, your hatred… he would feast on it all and do it gladly. "Get on with it, bastard. Didn't anyone tell you never to toy with your food?"

A low murmur was your only response at first, followed by the lewd sound of his pre-cum covered cock being harshly jerked.

"Hmmm, aren't you being a bit too demanding…" His steps echoed again behind you, his unoccupied hand coming up to massage your ass with a rather firm grip. "Even with the begging, I don't think you've learned your place yet."

When he planted a slap in the same place he had been eagerly caressing before, sharp and flaring up your nerves with the sting of pain and humiliation, you couldn't stop your scream from turning into a wanton little moan halfway through.

Even if he was hitting you, it still meant he was touching you, and so enticingly close to the place you actually needed tended to.

"Do it…" your breathing was too heavy to speak in full fluid sentences, body flushed and mind filled with the buzzing of desire. "Do it again, fuck."

You were still not begging him like he asked, but it seemed like your choice of words still greatly pleased him. Another slap rained on your ass, his big warm palm massaging the same reddening spot right after.

And he kept going, the spanking echoing through your body and sending both pain and pleasured shivers up your spine—lewd sounds mixing in with the increasing pace of his other fist pumping his cock. Even without directly touching you, your pussy clenched and weeped with each firm hit.

"Damn, it's my first time meeting such a masochistic whore." Punctuated by his most painful slap yet, the globes of your ass left trembling and a furious shade of crimson to match his lust-filled eyes. "I can see why you've managed to stay free for so long, little villain." The debasement, paired with the pain of his firm strikes, had you moaning even louder. You couldn't even recognize your own sounds, nor the thrills you felt at this entire fucked up ordeal. "Wonder how many other Pros you showed this beautiful sight to."

Even through the fog of sensations impeding you from being wholly coherent, though, you still couldn't help but want to set the record straight.

"None, fuck…" Words merging into another expectant whine when you felt his hand gripping your flesh again, only this time he was kneading you in an oddly tender way —Urging you on, fingers creeping closer to your needy hole. "I'm not… usually in the business of fucking Heroes. Shit, I hate this…"

But you didn’t, and when you were surprised by the warmth of his naked erection barely grazing the sensitive outer lips of your cunt, you couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped you.

"Goddamn, V/N, even while you're an ill-mannered brat you still manage to know just what to say."

And then the older man was sliding his cock in the juncture of your thighs, teasing your core by pressing against it while grunts began to escape him. You thought you could cry from having him so close yet still not where you wanted him, but then his shallow thrusts against your legs proved to be much more stimulating than you first expected.

The fat head of his cock even managed to somewhat stimulate your puffy clit with its movements, pushing in its direction as your essence continued to leak out and cover you both. And It was so absolutely debauched, to think a Hero was using your thighs like a fucktoy while you were tied down and unable to stop it....

But it felt so good. Even without him actually in you, you had never been this turned on before.

"More… ughhh," you were now screaming with the side of your face pressed flush against the disgusting brick walls, needy sounds filling the night and making it privy to your descent into madness.

Another thrust, this time angled just precisely enough not to caress your pleasurable areas. Punishment, you feverishly thought while you attempted to wiggle your ass, eager to force more of that delicious friction you were quickly becoming hypnotized by.

"Now, V/N," his gruff voice had adopted a mocking tone of reprimand as he continued to rut against the soft skin of your thighs. "Haven't I taught you anything, yet? If you want something…" The hand returned to your heated skin, digits underneath you both spreading your pussy enough for the chilly night air to send shivers straight to your core. "You gotta say please."

And say please you did. Screamed it even, so eager for more and already far beyond feeling any embarrassment.

He didn't fuck you, not like you really wanted, but suddenly his thick shaft was sliding between your lips as his capture weapon aided him in angling your body just right, pulsing against your hole while he found a new rythimn. When both of his hands returned, one of them held you back to make the process even easier while the other swiftly joined his cock in tending to your eager pussy.

So lost were you in the new raw excitement seizing you, in the knowledge of just how messed up you both were for engaging in such debauchery —so distracted that you didn't even notice the faint buzzing returning to your arms, the vibrancy of an old frequency being reactivated and allowed to encapsulate you again.

(You didn’t notice, but fuck if it didn’t made your orgasm all the sweeter.)

You were cumming like that, your moans resembling squeaks, your body feeling closer to a used fucktoy than a human being. The hero kept rutting against you, the joint efforts of his cock and hand mercilessly continuing to abuse your spasming cunt while your cries filled the space with their decadence.

You felt dirty, guilty, maybe even a little ashamed as the orgasm briefly gave you a clarity of mind your arousal had clouded.

And yet, despite it all, it had been the best you felt in years, possibly ever. As the Pro now tugged your hair, forcing you to wrench your neck just enough to look at him over your shoulder, you couldn't help licking your lips in expectation of what he had in store next.

"You're gonna show me your face next time you come, little villain." He gave you just enough time to nod, eyebrows drawn as your pleasure got impossibly dragged out by the stimulation he still bathed you with. "And you're gonna keep begging me, keep showing me why you deserve to stay free, okay?"

It was commendable, how collected he managed to sound while thrusting into your thighs like that, the sounds of skin slapping against skin driving each of his words home.

"Yes, fuck, whatever you want…" Despite your senses shortly coming back earlier, you were still too far gone to rethink your poor choices. You just knew you wanted more, and so you asked for it. "Just give me more, please."

So fucking obedient. If your parents could see you know, their failure of a villain daughter being all proper and learning to beg for what she wanted? Well, perhaps saying they'd be proud was a stretch, considering you were also the one getting fucked in the middle of a filthy alley.

What you hadn’t expected, however, was just how well your begging would work.

Because the next thrust of his shaft was not between your legs, but aimed to finally breach your needy cunt instead, easily filling you up in one go with how utterly soaked in both of your juices you already were. The girth of him had you already clenching with renewed vigor, his hand stopping his assault on your clit just to give you enough time to truly savor the new intoxicating sensation.

And when your eyes found his again, so drunk on the waves of pleasure you were that you also failed to notice the lack of scarlet coloring the orbs boring into yours, now inescapable voids of dark desire and a type of intense fixation you thought hadn't been there moments ago.

(Or maybe it was always there, and you had been too busy with your own turmoil to notice the clues being left by your so-called enemy).

"Want me to stuff you properly?" His guttural question hit you at the same time as his sharp movements found your tender spot with experienced ease, walls tightening around him while your entire body struggled to continue holding yourself upright, relying more and more on the capture weapon to keep you from toppling over.

The binds still hurt from how tightly they wrapped around you, bruises sure to be left on their wake, but by that point you weren't so sure anymore the sting was an entirely bad thing. If anything, it just made the pleasure all the sweeter by comparison.

"Want me to fill you with so much cum that you reek of hero cock for the rest of the week?" He laughed while he regurgitated some of your words from earlier, the hand pressing against your lower stomach caressing you with a distinct sense of ownership as he elicited another loud moan with a sharp movement of his hips.

Noticing you reacting not only to his actions but to his quips, you could practically hear the self congratulatory smirk as he spoke next.

"Bet the other villains would love knowing how much of a cockhungry whore you turned into too, doll. Talk about fraternizing with the enemy."

And he was right, in a way. Because what would your fellow villains think, seeing you being wrecked by one of the most infamous Pros in the business, lowering yourself to pleading and screaming as he rearranged your insides.

Would you get called a disloyal whore or just a plain traitor? Not only would your spotless reputation and the myth you had fought to build collapse, but from its ashes your eternal shame could be erected.

A shame that would tower over you, looming around you while the eyes of your peers followed you everywhere. You could even picture the jests veered your way, the looks of utter disgust and ridicule...

Somehow, the idea of anyone finding out only made your screams grow louder, impossibly more fervent.

"Fucking… get on with it."

However, his rhythm was rapidly interrupted after your jab, his cock pulling out almost entirely as your core convulsed with the sudden staggering emptiness it was left to grapple with. More whimpers, struggling against the set of eternally unforgiving ties encasing your body.

"But you're making me do all the work, little one" Another slap shook your entire frame as it landed heavily on your still pained cheeks. You were so sore, both from the previous set of hits and from the sheer exhaustion starting to set in, muscles tight and resentful from the awkward positions your body had been manhandled into. "If you really want to continue this, how about you start doing some of the heavy lifting, uh?" Just like before, his palm started massaging the tender spot he had just smacked, fingers digging into your supple flesh being as close to comforting as the Pro seemed capable of. "Show me just how good you can be."

And you could've argued, truly, could've even attempted to hold onto the last vestiges of your pride…

You could’ve done a lot of things, but the truth was that when his weapon relented its hold at last, retreating from the underside of your knees and giving in just a smidge for the first time since you had been captured, you didn't waste any seconds before you were chasing after your high with renewed vigor.

Greedily sinking into him with an obscene sigh, you audibly marveled at the curve of his member being deliciously imprinted in your insides. While you copied the cadence the Hero had previously employed, his grip on your lower belly fluttered, almost like he couldn't decide whether to take control back or allow you to humiliate yourself further with your own zealousness.

It seemed like the later prospect won him over in the end though, because he remained almost impassively still as you did all the work needed to bring you both deliriously close to your peaks.

The sight must've been spectacular, watching you, renown villain V/N, so thoroughly broken and willing to heed his every command. Impaling yourself on his cock, moaning and continuing to beg him for something you were already taking for yourself.

If he died right then and there, he doubted Heaven wouldn't have as much appeal as the scene still unfolding before his eyes. (But again, considering his actions, Heaven wouldn't really be the right place for either of you.)

You were just about to reach your second orgasm, toes curling inside your shoes, fists clenched and a face that spelt poetic extasis. Angling the way you took his cock, every single movement driving him painstakingly deeper, slamming against a spot that made you imagine the stars falling from the sky all around you, their light being the one bathing you instead of the malfunctioning street lamps.

So goddamn close…

Only to have him pull out again, this time completely. You were clenching against nothing, all stimulation stolen from you, and the bitterness of a ruined orgasm promptly dragged curses and complaints out of you before you could even think to stop them.

Eyes searched his, urgently seeking an explanation for his withdrawal only to find his glare fixated instead on that same dirty pair of stockings that had started it all.

Eraserhead must have taken the garment out of his pocket sometime while he fucked you, unfolding it from its scrunched up state until the crotch was visibly presented for both of you to admire, dark sheer fabric still stained from a mix of your arousal and spit.

When the Pro looked at you again, a beautifully dark smile topped his attractive face. He looked painfully content, the way he studied your own mortified expression reminding you of an artist studying his masterwork.

"Only the truly obedient ones get their cunts filled." You noticed then how his other hand was jerking him off again, erection rubbing against the nylon undergarments in a most obscene depiction. Too bad you were too frustrated to appreciate any of it. "I don't think you've… hell, you haven't earned it yet, V/N."

You didn't even notice you were tearing up from the annoyance until it was too late. And maybe that was what finally did it, seeing you actually crying at his refusal to breed you like the slut you both knew you were, writhing in exaggerated despair as you found yourself feeling jealous of a stupid pair of tights, because not long after your pathetic reaction the man was letting out a pained groan of his own and spilling himself all over the damned garment.

But instead of rubbing your wailing in your face after he came down from his own delicious high, last few spurts of cum slowing down to a halt, you were surprised instead by the weapon that had been binding you for the longest time finally retreating.

As expected, you unceremoniously collapsed to the floor, feet now unprepared for supporting your weight and your entire being wholly exhausted after enduring the roughest fuck you had ever experienced. It hurt all over, although you weren't sure whether your still present longing wasn't what pained you the most.

When you looked up to the Pro again, trying to find an answer to the new freedom you were experiencing, you were surprised by having the cum-dripped stockings thrown in your face.

And quite literally so, the still wet seed dribbling down your cheek and into your trembling lips, all before you collected enough wits to grab the offending item and pull it down with an expression of unadulterated disgust.

"Sorry, doll, but you were pouting so irresistibly," The Eraser user actually laughed, this time the sound coming with an untroubled merriment you did not think he was capable of.

He actually looked worn out while he tucked himself back into his costume, accommodating the pieces of clothing until all hints from your ravenous affair disappeared. The bandages were wrapping themselves around his neck once more, looking more like an extravagant scarf than the most precise set of inmovilazing gear you had ever endured.

However, something about his attitude had you forgetting all about his newest slight, much too worried by a new cause of worry.

"Hold on..."

Eraserhead looked down at you from his place after you raised your voice, urging you to continue as he finished getting himself presentable. The air of nonchalance around him was almost more intimidating than any of the actual threats or vulgar comments he had voiced prior. Almost.

"Are you…" you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, voice still raspy and hoarse after what had just transpired. "Are you really letting me go?"

The man just raised one of his eyebrows at that, eyes crinkling for the first time and looking strangely amused.

"Doll, I stopped exerting my quirk on you while I was still teasing you good and proper," he declared bluntly. When his orbs glimmered again, you now felt like an imbecile as you finally realized they had completely lost the reddish hue to them. "So you know what? I thought you deserved to get an out of jail free card for behaving yourself… even if you still need to work some more on your manners."

To call your shocked expression dumbfounded would be a disservice.

When his now bottomless eyes bore into yours for one final time, all you could do was stare back in dazzled shock. Your quirk was back, the Pro himself had just confirmed it, and yet you were still nailed to the spot, still anticipating his next words without even thinking of attacking him in the meantime.

One little tumble and you were already his brightest pupil yet. He was now so glad to have waited that long, it only made the outcome all the more fulfilling.

"You don’t need to be so surprised, Y/N, we'll be seeing each other soon,” He kneeled in front of you for an instant, both hands reaching out to hold up your face in a gesture more resembling a lover than… well, whatever the hell you two were. So entranced you were then, that the use of your real name barely even registered. “It’s been difficult to keep you away from trouble thus far,” his acknowledgment reverberated in the alley, its meaning something else lost to you as you couldn’t help but become entranced by the new peculiar softness he addressed you with, “but getting you like this now, seeing you break so easily… fuck, I’ll mold you right back up, doll, you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about anything else.”

And just then, for the first time you realized, the Hero’s lips were brushing against yours gently, uncharacteristically careful as he kissed you slowly. Even his hands were tender while they guided you, treating you as if you truly were a doll that could just be snapped with a mere wrong movement. As if he hadn’t just been treating you like a dirty hole for him to use and abuse just short instants ago.

But at least he did not seem to care about the mess that was your face at the moment, about the cum stains or the still damp trails of tears. And, for whatever reason, you found yourself returning the gesture in kind, melting into the oddly affectionate touch of a man you were still halfway sure you loathed.

Even after he left you, alone and a mess still toppled over on the floor with the shadow of humiliation cloaking your shoulders, your fingers couldn’t help but touch your lips with a bizarre mixture of bewilderment and horror.

He told me I would see him soon, your mind supplied as you found yourself irreparably fixating your stare on the pair of now completely ruined tights you were still holding onto. The fact that you felt any type of excitement about the notion did not fail to mortify you.

God, even for villain standards you were fucked.

But it was okay, because misery loved company and, with time at his disposal and the right amount of coaching, Shouta was sure he could teach you to properly crave his soon enough.

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, ptsd, shooting

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: ok ok ok ok sam deserves the world and im mad that he’s not getting it

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He was gone.

10:00am

Time had begun to slip past you. Days where you were forced to wake up at 4am were just a dreary memory you didn’t want to revisit. The rough shoves in the morning to have you awake enough to be in training by 4:30am only fell into the category of things you had forgotten over the time you had stayed here.

Maybe sleep wasn’t a luxury you weren’t allowed to afford.

10:30am

By the time you step into the kitchen, the loose structure of the day you had ahead of you was forming. Maybe if you revisited the small makeshift shooting range you had set up for Sam and you to practice. A couple of old soup cans, a flat boulder for them to sit on and you were good to go. He had allowed you to use his giant board for knife throwing too, laughed when you asked for permission before saying it was for the both of you.

You made a sandwich for yourself, forcing it down your throat with water. Bread was starting to feel like cardboard and the jam just tasted like nothing. Peanut butter was even worse.

Losing appetite wasn’t an option, even though it had eroded a while ago. The best option was to just scarf it down with water.

11:00am

Sam isn’t in the house, you had deduced. A morning run or maybe just some fresh air.

You checked for the notes he sometimes left for you when he went out. Something along the lines of when he’d be back, or why he’d left, or where you could find him.

You looked on top of the fridge where he generally left them; someplace he knew you’d see. You didn’t find one.

You shrugged it off.

Something felt wrong about the arrangement of the kitchen but you couldn’t place a finger on what it was. All the chairs were in its place, trash appropriately in the bin, no bowls were left from soup day in the sink to wash.

The origami swan you had made still rested next to his paper airplane. Nothing seemed wrong or out of place.

You pushed yourself to shake off the nerves, to get dressed instead. The shooting range was waiting for you.

12:45pm

When you shoot for thirty and get all thirty, it tends to get a little boring. Not that you were complaining; if even one was off you’d spend the whole day trying to make up for it.

Violent hobbies weren’t ideal. They weren’t even hobbies per se. Just skills you needed to keep sharp if you wanted to survive.

You even shot at the targets that you had hung up on the trees. Dangerous and completely Sam’s idea. Said the wind made them act like moving targets. Nevermind the possibility of a ricochet.

The target board was empty too. Admittedly, knife throwing was a little harder to get used than shooting to but it still only took a few tries before you were hitting bullseye over and over again.

There just wasn’t anything to do. And you realised it had been this way for a while but you never noticed due to his lively chatter or how competitive it got with stupid games you were making up as you went.

1:00pm

You learned against the counter as you ate, eyeing the room, trying to figure out what you had misplaced. The air was cold, even more so after the shower, so you threw on an extra t-shirt to aid you.

You made a noise of disapproval when you couldn’t find what was wrong. A quick wash of your hands before you made your way to the TV, fully intending to doze off while watching Megamind for the fourth time.

You passed by the mini fridge on the way, noting how you needed to restock the ice cubes when you suddenly stopped in your path.

Your eyes peeled back to the small paper bowl Sam had crafted expertly that was still somehow managing to stick together. But that was what was wrong.

The keys were missing.

The fucking car keys and the pocket change you had taken from Pierce’s house were no longer there.

Your body moved on autopilot, dragging you towards the front door. You yanked it open, door creaking under the pressure you applied on it.

Your heart sank.

The car was gone.

1:20pm

You had all the possibilities listed out in front of you with the rest scratched out after you had rationalised it.

Someone had come in and taken the car, which wasn’t likely.

Sam had stepped out but hadn’t mentioned it to you. If he did, why would he need the car?

Someone had abducted Sam, which was absurd on paper but still left a twinge of uncertainty because you couldn’t definitively rule it out.

He had just left. Decided he was done and left.

You stared at the last option.

“Fuck,” you cursed.

You could feel his muscle shift as he looked at you.

“What’s wrong?”

You opened your mouth but shut it again. How do you explain it to him without sounding utterly ridiculous?

You wondered if it was that conversation.

He wouldn’t leave after you told him, would he?

You hesitated before shaking your head.

He’d come back. He would.

1:45pm

You had added a few more possibilities to the list but discarded it almost immediately.

You now found a place in front of the TV, watching but not registering what was said. Your fingers kept itself busy by playing with the hem of your shirt. You had thrown another one on since his jacket was missing with the rest of him. It had gotten colder.

The woman droned on about how much her husband loved the recipe she was making. It was Sam’s favourite segment, not because it was particularly fantastic or anything, but because it gave him forty five minutes of free content to trash talk.

Your eyes kept glancing up at the clock. Was it broken or was time much slower than you initially thought?

You almost felt like you were in a cognitive dysfunction; you couldn’t do anything other than while away time till you figured out what had gone wrong.

2:00pm

If you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t have heard the soft crunch of twigs. The whirring of the wheels as it turned gently only made you sit up straight, hands on the gun that rested on the couch beside you.

It came to a stop. The gun was fully in your grip now, TV turned off to determine what the noises were.

It was the most agonisingly slow minute you spent listening as the car opened and shut, muffled by the distance. You were near the door, using the adjoining wall as a hideaway.

The doorknob shook as someone tried to push their way in.

“Sam?” you called out cautiously against your better judgement, mentally cringing.

It took a second for his reply to return.

“Hey, sweetheart. Let me in, will you? Stupid door’s not opening.”

Of course it wouldn’t. It was fingerprint activated.

Relief flooded your system, letting yourself hold the gun with only one hand as you hastily made your way to open the door.

However, you paused. As much as you wanted to fling the door open blindly, you waited, hand on the knob.

“Is someone out there with you?”

“What?” he sounded confused. “No, it’s just me.”

You opened the door slightly, peeking out through the sliver of open space.

Sure enough, it was only him. The car was returned to the same spot that it was.

“Where were you?” You yanked the door open. You sounded way more aggressive than you planned to, you were sure. It didn’t matter though.

“Went to the store,” he said nonchalantly, stepping inside, and dropping the keys back where they were.

“What?”

He was so relaxed about it, like it was nothing. It only irked you further than you already were.

“Drove the car till the highway, walked into town and went to the store.” He set the bag down. “What’d you do all day?”

“You went to the town,” you emphasised. “To the fucking store.”

“Yeah, I figured you would be up by the time I came back.”

“You were gone for hours.” You crossed your arms over your chest, fighting the urge to yell. You could talk it out calmly. You didn’t have to snap

You hoped he had a good reason. You sincerely hoped, for his well being and security, that he risked his life to go to public space.

“We’re way further out than you think. Nearest dollar store’s almost the next fuckin’ state if you’re walking. Had to ditch the car because it’s a little too flashy, even for me.” He lifted up the bag next to him. “Got us some ramen. And juice. That’s all we had cash for anyway.”

You stare at him, mouth slightly agape.

“You could have been seen, Sam,” your tone was corrosive, the next best you could do instead of yelling. “For all we know, you could have been followed.”

“No one followed me. I made sure.”

That did nothing to alleviate the anxiety that was crawling into your head.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered. “Fucking ridiculous.”

“Where are you going?” You ignored him, turning on your heel and walking to the bedroom. You didn’t care if it was his day that day. He could rot in the kitchen with his stupid ramen for all you cared.

You cursed as you slammed the door behind you, launching yourself onto the bed.

There was no denying you were relieved that he was still alive and here. But fuck him. Fucking dickhead.

Fucking juice.

You spent the next couple of hours feeling absolutely embarrassed for yourself. Why did you spend hours worrying if he was safe when he was out there, gallivanting in public for some stupid noodles?

Both of you could have been absolutely fucked if he wasn’t careful. He may have just jeopardised your entire set up.

But deep down, no matter how much it was annoying to acknowledge, you knew he wouldn’t have. He was smart, strategic.

Why would he do something like this?

How much you were worried scared you. There was no time where it had occurred that maybe you were in danger too. Every possibility you came up with only pushed the thought of him possibly in trouble further into your head.

But the more you spend time overthinking, the more you realised that him being in danger wasn’t the entire cause of your worry.

What if he didn’t come back? Why’d he come back?

He had the means to leave, the will to and clearly was able to go undetected for a while. He didn’t need to return, but he did.

And for what; to give you some food he bought from the dollar store.

He seemed excited about it too, before you had closed the door on his face and decided to spend the next few hours self-destructing.

Fucking ramen.

Maybe if you could just lie there until you decomposed, then you wouldn’t have to have a conversation with him about this. That’s what you would have done a couple of months ago.

But now the idea of communicating had been implanted and implemented several times before. It didn’t feel right to push it away, not when you’d come so far. A chance to heal.

You groaned, shoving a pillow onto your face before getting up grumpily.

Fuck this man and his stupid, healthy methods of coping.

___

You opened the door slowly, creeping into the hallway to assess what he was doing. It had been a few hours of silence in the house. He had given you space, not come knocking on the door to explain himself.

You took note of the kitchen. The table had been laid with two bowls of noodles covered with a plate along with a glass each of juice. It was domestic. Cute.

He was watching Die Hard but the volume was turned down low. If he was anything like you, he wouldn’t have been paying too much attention.

You cleared your throat awkwardly to grab his attention.

His neck craned to look at you, surprise flashing across his face for a second before he leapt up, turning off the TV in an instant.

“Y/N,” he stated as normally as he could.

“Samuel,” your tone was steady.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Wasn’t sure if you were gonna show up.”

“Neither was I.” You looked at the table, gesturing towards it with your shoulder. “Watchu got there, Gordon Ramsey?”

Because screw him, but the longer you stood there staring at the bowl, you were starting to understand the lengths he went to to get something other than bread, peanut butter and soup. As much as the prospect of being petty thrilled you, you had survived on nothing but them for the past few weeks.

“Got a few packs of ramen and a gallon of juice from the store. Thought you- we deserve somethin’ nice.” You noticed his quick coverup but didn’t acknowledge it. “It’s not Michelin star worthy, but it’ll do.”

You nodded, avoiding looking at him.

“I-”

“Hey-”

Both of you started at the same time, only to be cut off by the other. You mentioned for him to continue.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I should have told you before I left,” You didn’t expect the sincerity that exuded from every word he let out and you found yourself unable to look away. “I’m not used to people worrying about where I go... but things are different now. I won’t do it again.”

You weren’t used to the feeling of lightness that accompanied an apology. Relief.

“Thank you,” you said breathily. His face noticeably brightened. “But why’d you come back?”

His small smile left as soon as it came, as his face fell into a frown. “What?”

“You could have just left. You had the car, the-” you stopped yourself from listing out reasons why he should have. “Why’d you come back?”

He looked completely confused.

“Because I wanted to,” he voiced. “Leaving you behind was never an option. I wouldn’t-”

He trailed off, eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re stuck with me,” he urged softly. “We’re a team.”

You lingered on him longer than you wanted to admit. He wasn’t lying, you had realised.

“Care to join me for dinner?” he asked, extending a hand to you.

You rolled your eyes but took it, feeling the heat creep up your neck. He smirked at you and fuck, he was frustratingly cute.

You understood. You totally understood when you nearly died at the first bite you took, vowing to never take food like this for granted again. It may have been the absolute bare minimum; just the seasoning and noodles he had cooked in the microwave, but it was the best goddamn meal you ever had.

“Good, right?” He looked about as content as he could be.

“Best fuckin’ day of my life.”

He kidded around some more. You choked out a laugh at some, wholly ignored the others to which he took complete offence. You saw it as a way to humble him.

This was the normalcy you had crushed your craving for so long ago, accepting that it wouldn’t ever happen. A normal dinner with someone who made you smile, no impending doom lurking around the corner and maybe a shot at a glimmer of something happy.

It was strange that you found it with another hitman in a safe house, hiding from authorities and who knows what else, with food worth a couple of cents. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

Yet there were things that had to be discussed. Conversations that needed to happen.

“Sam, we need to talk about it.” You didn’t have to explain, he knew what you were talking about.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to tell you something and I need you to hear me out before saying anything,” you pulled away from him, shuddering at the sudden cold that enveloped you.

“I’m listening.”

“We do,” he agreed, and you could feel the atmosphere in the room begin to shift. “But we don’t have to do it now.”

He reached across from where he was sitting, hesitantly interlacing your fingers. The sense of fluster you experienced wasn’t healthy, you decided.

You just ducked your head, fighting against the damn smile that was trying to make its way onto your face. You didn’t pull away.

“Okay.”

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dinuhsoar · 3 years

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𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝐥.𝐥.

- loki x f!siren!reader

warnings: angry tony? secretly dating, language. slight smut towards the end (a few words), I think that's all?

*please read all warnings before you continue*

synopsis: Tony Stark finds out his sister, you, are dating Loki.

artifact citation: this was requested by @iamcavainna. she wanted a Loki x siren!reader who are secretly dating and Tony gets mad upon finding out. please note that this request is altered, and Tony doesn't go ape-shit. also, this is my first ever siren!reader, so I hope I did well. this is not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

however, you didn't go unnoticed by one particular man. Loki was an observer. he likes to look around to further understand his surroundings. he's seen you around before though, yet he's never actually spoke to you. that was soon to change however.

you've jumped into the ocean out of fear, some man you've seen around but haven't found the courage to talk to, and Tony stalking ahead. he of course knew of your 'abilities,' but he hasn't seen them per se. it was embarrassing. but now with a tail, webbed fingers and sharp teeth, you felt ugly.

despite being scared by Loki and your brother (because even he hasn't really seen you), you stayed near the rocks, hiding behind them and peaking out. by now you'd've deemed the guy with green swimtrunks attractive. there was no denying his beauty.

you've watched from your spot and saw how Tony and Loki made their way over, no doubt that Loki pointed you out, your face familiar despite the lack of talking you guys shared. this intimidated you. you didn't want them to see you like this. Tony knew only of the vague in what Howard did to you. you've beat yourself up for it, though, silently suffering in ways you don't want to experience again. you've ducked under the water, turning around only to see a wall of rocks. you've felt trapped. a hand was grabbing at your hair, feet kicking at you, not intentionally of course. you were bad at being a siren.

so you resurfaced. who you thought was Tony, was actually Loki. your face was only a mere inch away and when you realized this, you blushed and backed away from him. though you didn't take your eyes off of his, the blue hue luring in. just like a siren. and it was only when Tony cleared his throat you've looked at him.

with your eyes now on Tony, Loki took his chance to look at you. your tail was a marvelous shade of tan and orange, white peaking out around the fin's edges, a top to match. your nails were slightly longer than normal, not that Loki would notice right? and he couldn't help but notice how you seemed to sink beneath the water, the weight of the tail combined with the gravitational pull far too strong.

Loki, ever the heroine, reached beneath the water and grabbed your tail. you've nearly coughed on water when he did so, the nerve endings on the fin of the tail far too sensitive. "don't touch my tail!" and Loki did just that, seeing how you blushed from embarrassment, the phrase foreign on your tongue. Tony just watched. he wasn't one to speak unless giving orders. but you couldn't help and look over at him, his face sour and eyes glassed over in a threatening mood. how dare Loki touch his sister?

⎈

and that is how the pair of you started dating. more or less that is. you've talked in between now and then, and he asked you out, away from prying eyes and ears. you've loved him since then.

and although quite vague to memory, you remember that day. that day in which you described as, 'a hurricane in the ocean.'

the day was sunny, not a cloud in the sky. you sat outside with your beloved Loki, a picnic in session. you decided to rest your head on the inside of his thigh, closing your eyes as he read you a book about two forbidden lovers. how cliché. you've started to drift off soon after the second chapter, and Loki bent over to kiss your lips.

they'd've made contact if it wasn't for Tony who came running outside, yelling like a madman in a crackhouse. you jolted then, head butting against your lovers head. wincing, you looked at Tony with a questionable look on your face before looking at Loki's forehead. "what was that for you fucking prick. I was nearly asleep!"

"yeah, in Loki's lap! and he tried to kiss you, in your sleep!" Tony sounded like a child then, adding things on to creep people out so they listen better.

"that's not how it was, Tony."

"how long has this been going on? hm?" there was heartbreak in his voice. you knew that, you heard it. poor Tony. probably thought he was getting replaced.

"its- its been going on for a few months now, Tony. 'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier. it's just that, Loki makes me happy. when it's hot at night, he keeps me cold. when I-I'm bored, he does things with me. he cares for me and I care for him. 'm sorry to disappoint." you tried to hide your smile as you looked at the ground because playing the shy sister always made him feel selfish, Loki staring at your brother and likewise.

"so you keep her cold? what, you just leave the bed? and when she's bored you get back in bed with her?" Tony kept pressing all these questions and you just froze, tears welling and cheeks blushing.

"look man. you're getting backwards. on hot days like this, especially at night, I turn into my jotun form. and I don't ever leave the bed. and by bored, we don't mean that" there was a smirk on Loki's face "we mean something like this. something to pass the time. and I really do love your sister, Tony."

Tony didn't know what to think, a face once angry was now a face covered in embarrassment. does he still argue? does he give in? does he just walk away? no.

by now you're all standing up. but Tony makes quick in pushing Loki to the ground, a scowl on his face. "if you ever, and I mean ever, hurt her in any shape, way, or form, I'll kill you. that's a promise." and then he just walked backed inside, his heart on the verge of breaking. it wasn't for him, but for you, his sister. he saw how much you loved Loki, and that meant no more time for him. you were his only other family.

random headcanon

okay but like his hugs?

they're so welcoming and I bet they're warm too; jotun form included.

"my darling had a rough day? c'mere." and it's just warmth and muscle and safe.

and his hair!

"c-can I braid your hair loki?" and he's all shocked at first but hands you his favourite brush and comb and scrambles to find his favourite hairtie that's actually yours.

jotun form. that's it.

when he first showed you, you were scared? shocked? turned on? you saw everything; from muscle to well . . .

jotuncock.

if you though his normal form had a huge cock. wait til you meet this guy. it's bulging in your stomach, your throat, your ass.

"gonna fill this pretty pussy up, darling."

"gonna make you a mother. oh yeah, bet you'd like that. oh~ don't squeeze me so tight princess."

he's filthy.

on another note, regarding you, he'd be touching your tail.

"don't touch my tail."

"fuck off."

and you're just so fed up about it.

and he's fed up about you singing. it literally lures him in. you don't mean too, honest, but it just happens.

"you fuckin' messin' with me now, princess?"

and he has to explain why he's there and why he's angry and why you can't just stop it.

and we can't forget about Tony.

he's not okay with any of this because he doesn't want you to forget him

"piss off you fucker, I'm watching a movie with my sister."

"Tony, don't be mean."

pushes Loki extra hard when training and treats him like literal shit.

but Loki is okay with it. so long as you're happy with him vice versa.

#loki x reader #loki imagines #loki of asgard #loki (marvel)#loki #loki tv #loki x you #ruth writes #angst #fluff #siren reader #loki x siren!reader #please ive never felt more motivated in my life to writr #write*#its the new aesthetic bet #loki laufeyson #loki layfeyson imagine #loki layfeyson x reader

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ljbrary · 3 years

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Sicktember Day Three: Chicken Pox

uhhhh yes i know im late sue me

just kidding please dont

aNYway ive already lasted longer than i thought i would doing this so i count this as a win

link to ao3 :)

from this list of prompts

Day Three: Chicken Pox

Title: i’ll watch over you (but who will watch over me?)

Word Count: 1207

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Obi-Wan Kenobi left the Jedi Temple as a padawan with a master, and came back as a master with a padawan… minus a master. (That small little addendum turned out to be just like the little stones that dig into hands when one falls — it cuts deep enough to draw blood. And, well, perhaps that was a bit of a simplification, but Obi-Wan would rather deal with blood and bruises than the deep ache eating at his heart.)

After being one himself, Obi-Wan was under no illusions that having a padawan would be easy, per se.

He just never thought that it would be this hard.

And maybe it wasn’t -- Anakin Skywalker tended to be an exception to many things, and whether it meant he was exceptional or difficult was anyone’s guess -- sometimes it was both.

And so Anakin Skywalker was difficult -- but he was also exceptional.

Because he was as kind-hearted as he was wild, and unfortunately Anakin Skywalker had the biggest heart of anyone he knew; he was as bright as a supernova and as intense as the cresting wave of a tsunami; he was determined to be better, whatever that happened to mean, and he was persistent enough to stand up even after falling down countless times.

And so little nine-year-old Anakin Skywalker was many things, and unfortunately little nine-year-old Anakin Skywalker was sick.

“You can’t keep scratching, Ani,” Obi-Wan chided for the umpteenth time in the last hour.

Master Che will have my head, he thought as he once again swatted poor Anakin’s bulkily bandaged hand away from a particularly nasty looking sore on his arm.

“But it itches, Master,” he croaked, sinking back into the sterile sheets of the Halls of Healing in defeat. He’d been stuck like this for the past week, and Obi-Wan could tell that the sores crisscrossing his arms and face weren’t the only thing itching him; the need to move, to do something and to take action seemed to be just as in need of a scratch as the chicken pox torturing him was.

Obi-Wan suppressed a sigh, the burning hole in his stomach that had become a permanent resident since Naboo and all that it entailed seemed to sink a little deeper. This was his fault, of course; not much wasn’t these days, it seemed.

Of course Anakin had not gotten his immunizations. He was a slave for kriff’s sake! How could Obi-Wan have been so stupid as to not take this into account? Of course Anakin would get sick; Obi-Wan should have predicted it, should have prevented it. (It was starting to seem like he wasn’t very skilled in the art of preventing things; especially things that hurt other people.)

Obi-Wan released the hand wrapped loosely around the wrist Anakin was slowly but surely inching toward his face before his grip tightened and hurt Anakin any more than he already had; Obi-Wan didn’t think he would be able to bear it if that happened.

Though, then again, he didn’t think he could bear this either, and well, perhaps bear wasn’t quite the right word, because to bear something one has to acknowledge and accept it, and Obi-Wan couldn’t quite bring himself to do that. The only thing he could bear was the stress of a Padawan and all that it entailed, and the tight knot of stress happened to be a great filler for the burning hole sinking through his stomach.

“Come, Ani,” Obi-Wan coaxed. “Drink some water; hydration is important if you want to fight this off, young one.”

Anakin grit his teeth. “I wish I could fight this off, Master,” he lamented, voice scratchy and cracking. “I’d love to take a lightsaber to this.” He cleared his throat. “This is almost as bad as a virus I caught on Tatooine once, but at least that one didn’t itch,” he groaned, shaking his hand out of Obi-Wan’s grip for the umpteenth time as Obi-Wan once again foiled his plans of scratching at a blister.

Quickly, before Anakin could get another go at giving himself scars from scratching, Obi-Wan snatched the glass of water at his bedside table and brought the sloshing liquid into Anakin’s line of sight.

Anakin obediently opened his mouth when Obi-Wan brought the cup of water to his lips, liquid dribbling out the sides and dripping onto the sheets, Anakin unable to hold the glass himself due to the unfortunate addition of bandages wrapped around his hands to prevent him from scratching at his blisters; (they hadn’t worked very well, in Obi-Wan’s opinion; Anakin was a very determined and persistent child, after all.)

Anakin’s energy, although fiery and lively despite his circumstances, was noticeably waning, and soon enough the flickering of his eyes and lack of energy to fight Obi-Wan’s policing of his scratching had him sinking back against the sheets and pillows behind him; until the only thing that told Obi-Wan that Anakin was awake was the loose, bulky grip around his hand.

He looked so… peaceful, on the verge of sleep, Obi-Wan thought; he looked just like Qui-Gon, all serene and a pacified but with the faint undertone of something heavy that was threaded through the muscles of his face and through his aura in the Force.

Obi-Wan’s chest constricted, and he suddenly understood Anakin’s need to scratch his sores all that more vividly; understood the need to get the pain to stop, no matter how, no matter what, even if it just meant more pain in the future, because at least it was satiated for the moment, no matter how many times it came back for more.

Obi-Wan sucked in a sharp breath, shaking his head.

Qui-Gon was gone, simply and with no strings attached; no amount of scratching at this searing hole would bring him back, no amount of satiating the sharp sting of loss would ever fully seal the wound it left behind; Obi-Wan had crashed to the pavement, pebbles imbedded in his palms and jagged stone to tear at his knees, and no amount of bandages and bacta would ever heal the scars.

Obi-Wan bit down hard on his lip. Stop this thinking at once! He commanded himself.

He gazed down at his dozing charge.

There are more important things to lend your worry to, he chided himself.

And yes, maybe Anakin did share some resemblance with Qui-Gon, but Qui-Gon was not here, and Anakin was; and Obi-Wan was no longer the padawan, Anakin was.

And so Qui-Gon’s memory would always be the scars on his knees and cuts on his palms, but Anakin might just be the bacta to seal the open wounds until they scarred over. And so Obi-Wan might not be forgetting the pain of Qui-Gon’s absence any time soon, but he had a duty to Anakin to make sure this dreadful hole in his chest didn’t eat him any more than it already had.

Obi-Wan glanced back down at the young features of his student’s face; the Qui-Gon-like features.

(He ignored the sharp burn at the backs of his eyes, the tightening of his throat.)

“Sleep well, young one,” Obi-Wan told his sleeping Padawan. “All will be alright, I promise”

(And oh, if only he could promise that to himself.)

#star wars #star wars prequels #Anakin Skywalker #obiwan kenobi #obiwan and anakin #hurt #low key hurt no comfort #quigon #sick fic #sicktember

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yaimlight · 3 years

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Rating: explicit 18+

Pairings: Katsuki x Shoto / Katsuki x fem!reader / Shoto x fem!reader / Katsuki x fem!reader x Shoto

A/N: part of Two’s Company, Three’s A Crowd series but can be read on own. Story version available on ao3.

“Here’s how tonight’s going to work,” his said sternly, unbuttoning his jacket as he strode over to the sofa, gripping the back and leaning into Shoto’s space. “You’re going to go into the bedroom, get naked and kneel in the middle of the bed and wait for us like the good little slut you are.” A shiver ran down Shoto’s spine at the casual degradation. He liked that with Katsuki, didn’t care when he called him slut or whore in situations like this but he kept his features blank, raising an eyebrow at the blonde, “am I?”

Katsuki’s smirk widened. For now he was finding Shoto’s defiance appealing, he did always like it when Shoto fought back but he suffered no delusions that before long he would bend to the other mans will, handing over control to the blonde. For now though he was happy to play the brat as Katsuki called it, defiant and teasing. That was until he felt Katsuki’s hand on his thigh, squeezing at the muscle. “If you know what’s good for you.”

Shoto yawned, eyes barely seeing the TV as he waited for Katsuki and Y/N to get home. Katsuki had been adamant that they would be home by ten but the clock was slowly creeping closer to midnight and though he wasn’t worried per se he was starting to grow concurred, just a little. He had barely heard from either of them all night apart from a couple of texts, Katsuki complaining about the gala whilst Y/N kept chiming in with teasing comments and reminders that Katsuki needed to be doing something other than harassing Shoto. Not that he had minded the attention. He never minded the attention.

All of them were expecting this night to turn into something and though they hadn’t really spoke about what would happen when the other two got home Shoto wasn’t leaving anything to chance. The first thing he had done when he got home was shower, scrubbing every inch of himself clean. The temptation had been there to get himself off with half formed fantasies and memories but Shoto wanted to wait, wanted to get lost in the tangle of sheets and the feel of Katsuki and Y/N around him. So he had kept his hands to himself, keeping himself busy as he blow dried his hair, pulling the long strands into a lose plat that ran all the way down his back, lose strands falling into his face. By the time he had been done with that the only thing left for Shoto to do was wait. So he had pulled on some leggings and an oversized jumper and taken up his place on the sofa, eagerly anticipating the of his lovers but that had been three hours ago now and Shoto’s excitement had dwindled into almost nothingness and he was seriously considering going to bed. It had been a long day and even though they were all off the next day Shoto wasn’t so convinced he could keep his eyes open for much longer.

Sighing he chanced a look at the clock, contemplating phoning one of them or even just texting to let them know he was going to bed but like they had been summoned by his desire to sleep the rattle of keys in the lock came and Shoto froze as he reached for his phone, relief washing over him at the gentle murmur of the other two talking. “Welcome home,” he called, looking round as Y/N came through into the living room but whatever else he might have been planning to say died on his lips.

She looked stunning in her red dress, the fabric the same colour as Katsuki’s eyes and was picked specifically to match the blonde but that wasn’t what caught his attention. Her neck and jaw were littered with bite marks and hickys, all the marks various shades of reds and purples, some of them starting to fade to yellow around the edges. For them to be there they had to be fresh, maybe five minutes old, ten at a push. That could only mean that whilst Shoto had been sat there waiting for them to return they had been somewhere in the building, Katsuki’s mouth attached to her neck and probably dragging one sweet moan after another from between parted lips. Shoto’s eyes narrowed. Could they have not waited to get back to him?

“Hello my love” she smiled, supporting herself against the back of the sofa as she leant down. She cupped his cheek, tilting his head up to hers and a wide smile on her lips. He was anticipating the kiss, his eyes closing and lips slightly parted before their lips were even pressed together. He had thought it would be like all the other kisses they exchanged when one of them got home, chaste and short but sweet all the same. He hadn’t been expecting her to swipe her tongue across his lips, prodding gently at the seams until Shoto parted his lips and let her in.

Moaning he tipped his head back further, hands settling on her waste and tugging her onto his lap, his excitement growing as she went willingly. The kiss was hard and demanding, Shoto losing himself in it quickly. He tangled a hand in her hair, holding her mouth against his as the other tried to find its way under the many layers of her skirt. It had been far too long since he had been able to get lost in her like this and Shoto was quickly growing desperate and hungry under her, his dick already half hard. He wasn’t sure he would be able to wait tonight and he was probably only a few more minutes away from flipping her over onto the sofa and hiking her skirts up just enough for him to get his head between her legs.

“That’s enough,” Katsuki growled from somewhere behind her and suddenly everything stopped. She pulled away from him, laughing as Shoto’s hands went back to her waist in an attempt to keep her close, his lips chasing hers. A growl came from behind, Shoto catching just a glimpse of Katsuki as he stepped up behind Y/N, wrapping an arm around her waist and hulled her off of Shoto’s lap. Her laughter got louder, a wide smile on her lips as she allowed the blonde to manhandle her until she was standing once more.

Shoto scowled at the other man who was stood as close to Y/N as he could get, his arm still tightly wrapped around her waist and chin resting on her shoulder. He was smirking at Shoto, confident and smug as he slowly turned his head and placed a kiss on her neck over one of the almost faded marks, his eyes never leaving Shoto’s. So that’s how it was going to be then, Katsuki dictating how the rest of the evening would go. He wasn’t against it, just Katsuki had a tendency to drag things out and be unnecessarily mean about it and Shoto wasn’t sure he would be able to put up with it tonight.

He scoffed when Shoto continued to scowl at him, unwrapping himself from around Y/N. Katsuki handed her his award, Shoto only just noticing the heavy looking glass X mounted on a black base. He should congratulate the other man, should let him know how proud Shoto was of him but he didn’t want to stroke his ego too much. He was smug enough as it was. She took the award with a smile, Katsuki watching her go as she disappeared behind the sofa and out of Shoto’s view, the clicking of her heels fading as she went back into the bedroom.

As soon as she was gone Katsuki’s sharp gaze snapped back to Shoto, his red eyes dark and hungry. He looked good in his suit, the black fabric tailored perfectly to highlight his well-defined chest and arm muscles as well as his trim waist. His eyes were rimmed in black, making the red stand out even more, his undercut styled to perfection, not a single hair out of place. He looked intimidating, powerful and hot and the asshole knew it.

“Here’s how tonight’s going to work,” his said sternly, unbuttoning his jacket as he strode over to the sofa, gripping the back and leaning into Shoto’s space. He sat up slightly straighter, refusing to back down and holding Katsuki’s gaze. The blonde may be running things but Shoto wasn’t about to make it easy for him. “You’re going to go into the bedroom, get naked and kneel in the middle of the bed and wait for us like the good little slut you are.” A shiver ran down Shoto’s spine at the casual degradation. He liked that with Katsuki, didn’t care when he called him slut or whore in situations like this but he kept his features blank, raising an eyebrow at the blonde, “am I?”

Katsuki’s smirk widened, his amusement clear. For now he was finding Shoto’s defiance appealing, he did always like it when Shoto fought back but he suffered no delusions that before long he would bend to the other mans will, handing over control to the blonde. For now though he was happy to play the brat as Katsuki called it, defiant and teasing. That was until he felt Katsuki’s hand on his thigh, squeezing at the muscle. “If you know what’s good for you.”

Shoto’s mouth suddenly felt dry, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “And exactly how long will I be waiting?” he managed to get out, his flat voice only wavering slightly as Katsuki’s hand slid higher until his thumb brushed against Shoto’s now fully hard dick. Katsuki leaned in, dragging his nose along Shoto’s jaw, gently getting him to tilt his head to the side. His lips followed closely behind, teeth nipping along his jaw and up to his ear. “However long I want,” he growled out harshly, cupping Shoto’s erection and grinding his palm down.

Shoto’s head fell back against the sofa, moaning loudly as his hips jerked forward, hands darting out to grab hold of Katsuki’s thighs. The blonde chuckled, cruel and amused as he continued to move his hand against Shoto, dragging low moans and sighs from between his parted lips. He could practically feel the smugness rolling off the blonde, the other man clearly feeling like he had won but Shoto wasn’t quite ready to give up just yet. “What will you be doing-” Shoto broke of to groan, Katsuki’s mouth latching on to the sensitive spot under his jaw and sucking harshly, leaving behind a mark that Shoto’s uniform wouldn’t be able to cover up, “whilst I’m waiting?”

Katsuki pulled back and Shoto lifted his head to watch the other man, already missing the feel of Katsuki against him. Katsuki isn’t smiling, his dark eyes pinning Shoto in place and making him feel trapped. His hands flexed on Katsuki’s thighs, fingers digging in as Katsuki griped at Shoto’s dick through the thin fabric of his leggings, his thumb pressing down on the head and rubbing firmly against it. Shoto sucked in a breath, his hands twitching but still he doesn’t look away, entranced by the way Katsuki’s tongue darts out to wet his lips.

He wants to slide his hands up higher, wants to unbuckle the blondes’ belt and slip his hand inside the stupidly expensive trousers but he also wants Katsuki on his knees. He wants to see those dark and hungry eyes staring up at him as his lips spread wide around his straining member. He wanted a lot of things and he wasn’t sure where to start or even if he would be granted the chance to choose.

Katsuki’s eyes flicked to the side, a smirk spreading across his lips. He glanced back at Shoto, winking at him before he pulled away once more, Shoto moaning in frustration as the blonde squeezed at his dick before letting go completely and stepping backwards out of Shoto’s hold. Y/N was waiting for him, sliding up to Katsuki’s side as she passed him a glass of whiskey. Katsuki wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he took a sip of the amber liquid. Her hand rested against his chest, her head tipped back expectantly. Katsuki didn’t leave her waiting for long, his smirk knowing as he leant down and claimed her lips in a bruising kiss.

They looked good like that, dressed as they were and solely focused on the other, uncaring that Shoto was watching, his fingers twitching on his thighs as he longed to join in. It wasn’t lost on him how out of place he would look next to the other two, dressed as they were and looking like royalty, with him in his old and rather basic clothing. He was sure that in this moment he would only look good on his knees, grovelling at their feet and willing to serve. Maybe next time. Maybe latter.

The kiss ended abruptly, Katsuki nipping at her lips when she whined at the loss. “Why are you still here?” Katsuki growled, glaring at Shoto as he ducked his head and bit down on her exposed collar bone. She moaned loudly, head tipping back to give him more room to trail his mouth down the open v of her dress. Her eyes met Shoto’s over Katsuki’s head, her pupils blown wide and a wicked smirk on her lips. He wanted to stay, wanted to watch as Katsuki continued to do whatever it was he was planning but he knew if he stayed Katsuki would make him regret it. It would feel good, whatever Katsuki deemed as an appropriate punishment but it would be frustrating, the blonde working him up again and again just to leave him on edge and unsatisfied.

Sighing he pushed up off the sofa, taking one last look at the couple before heading back towards the bedroom. He didn’t look back, not even when he heard Y/N gasping and Katsuki’s low and rumbling laughter. If he looked back he would stop and if he stopped than Katsuki would make him wait and Shoto really didn’t want to wait any longer than he had to.

Shoto ignored the main light, instead turning one of the bedside lamps on and filling the room with a muted yellow glow. He made quick work of pulling his clothes off and folding them nicely. Normally he would leave them on the chair in the corner but considering the mood Katsuki was in Shoto didn’t know if it would be needed so instead he placed them on top of the dresser, ready for the next day.

Shoto crawled up onto the bed, situating himself in the middle of the black sheets and facing out into the room. He spread his knees slightly and raised himself up, his muscles tensing. He lifted his arms, slipping his hands under his braid and lacing them together at the back of his neck. It was a favourite position of Y/Ns, liking to see them proudly on display whilst being at her mercy. The last time he had been like this though Katsuki had been opposite him, Y/N directing the blondes every movement until Shoto was a begging mess and Katsuki was snarling and making demands. That was a distant memory though, having happened eight months ago on her birthday and Shoto was very much eager to create a new memory.

Time passed, Shoto not really sure how long but his thighs were aching along with his shoulders and his erection had started to soften slightly. He was still aroused though, his mind constantly straying to what the other two were doing out in the other room. He’s been in this situation before, years ago and the feelings of anticipation for what’s to come and the annoyance of being kept waiting were still the same. At least this time he wasn’t blindfolded and bound though maybe that’s worse because Shoto’s eyes would not stop darting around the dimly lit room, his hands constantly twitching against his neck and his wedding band getting caught in his hair.

“Well aren’t you just delectable,” Shoto sat up straighter at Y/Ns teasing voice having been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t even heard her coming. He keeps his head facing forward, eyes darting to the side so he could follow her as she strolled into the room to stand in front of him. Surprisingly she was still in her dress, her neck and chest covered in bite marks and bruises, Katsuki making her look like the victim of a vampire attack.

Her eyes drag over Shoto and he felt it as if it were her hands, fingers gently sliding from his neck and down his chest and abs. His dick twitched, his interest renewed under her gaze and her lips curled up into a smirk, her teeth biting down on her plump bottom lip as she looked at Shoto like she wanted to devour him. She didn’t move though, didn’t touch or ask things off him and Shoto knew then that she was as much under Katsuki’s command as he was.

“You managed to listen this time then,” Katsuki grumbled as he strode into the room. Shoto’s eyes darted to him but the blonde didn’t even acknowledge him, his eyes fixed on Y/N. “I always listen,” she smirked, turning to look at Katsuki as he scoffed, raising an eyebrow at her as he place his whiskey glass on the dresser then proceeded to shrug his suit jacket off, flinging it across the back of the chair. “I do listen, I just chose to ignore what you’re saying,” she shrugged, that teasing smile still on her lips. Katsuki came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his front against her back. “Not tonight though,” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “No, not tonight,” she placed her hand on his arm, sliding it up as she tilted her head to look at him, “I am yours, do with me what you will”.

The room seemed to go still, the two of them staring into the others eyes for a long few moments before Katsuki leant down and sealed his lips over hers. Shoto could do nothing more than watch as they kissed, this one slow and tender and full of love, Katsuki accepting the trust she was placing in him. It was a kiss he had seen many times before, one he had also shared with the both of them on multiple occasions and every time it reminded him of how lucky he was to have this, to have them. They part slowly, smiling softly at the other and Shoto can feel an answering one on his face even though neither of them are looking at him.

“What about you?” Katsuki asks, turning to look at Shoto, “you good?” Katsuki looked directly at him, his gaze soft in comparison to his gruff voice. It’s an out, an opportunity for Shoto to ask for something soft, more of a joint adventure before Katsuki got too into it. Before he got to the point where something could go wrong and damage their relationship, not that Shoto thought anything could at this point. Shoto had been hoping for a night together, the three of them a mass of limbs as they took pleasure in the others. He hadn’t thought that they would do anything to involved but considering it was their only free night for what would be a while he should have known better than to think they would do anything that was simple.

“Yes,” he said simply, perfectly comfortable to let the blonde have his fun. The affect was almost instantaneous, Katsuki’s soft smile became an almost predatory smirk, eyes darkening. “Good,” he growled, stepping back and out of Y/Ns hold. He shoved his hand in her hair, gripping tightly and yanked her head back. Shoto swayed forward as she gasped, hands flying up to grab at his wrist but not to pull him away. Her back was bowed, chest forced out, drawing Shoto’s eyes down. Katsuki’s other hand came up, shoving under the fabric of her dress and cupping her breast, squeezing gently. She moaned lowly, the movement of Katsuki’s hand visible as he pinched at her nipple.

It’s maddening, watching Katsuki as he yanks the deep red fabric out of the way, exposing her chest to both of them. Shoto wants to get his mouth on her, wants to cover his tongue with ice and suck one nipple into his mouth and leave it cold and hardened only for Katsuki to come along with his warm hands, pinching and twisting until she was whimpering from the attention. He wants to touch and taste. It always leaves him feeling needy and desperate when he wasn’t allowed to interact with them but that was why Katsuki was keeping her out of his reach, not even giving Shoto the chance to even try and reach out.

Katsuki untangled his hand from her hair, spinning her to the side. With quick and sure movements he yanked down the sleeves of her dress, Y/N tugging her arms free so the top half of her dress fell to her waist. She didn’t have a bra on, a dress like that not allowing for it. Katsuki didn’t waste any time, hands and mouth descending on her chest as he covered her in more marks, more claims of ownership. “Katsuki,” she moaned, her hands going to his shoulders and head tipping back and just allowing the blonde to have his fill.

Shoto can see he isn’t being gentle, can see how his teeth sink into the swell of her breast as he bites down with a growl. Shoto’s dick twitched and before he can stop himself he lets out a whine, wanting to be pressed behind her and leaving his own marks on her neck. The noise has Katsuki stilling, head turning to smirk at Shoto. He knows what Shoto wants, knows that he likes not being able to touch as much as he hates it. They lock eyes, Katsuki cupping the underside of her breast and deliberately dragged his tongue across her nipple, mouth wide and head turned so Shoto can see what he’s doing. She hums, her eyes closed and tugging at Katsuki’s hair. He doesn’t seem to appreciate it though and with a low growl he sealed his lips around the hardened nub and bit down, hard.

Her body goes stiff, her mouth falling open on a cry and hands tightening in his hair but she doesn’t push him away, allowing him to sink his teeth in to the point that it must be painful. She’s never been one to shy away from a little pain with her pleasure though and neither he or Katsuki had ever denied her that spark of pleasure that came with the pain. Katsuki pulled back, keeping her nipple caught between his teeth before letting it go with a pop. It’s red, sore looking and in an attempt to sooth the sting Katsuki places a gentle kiss on it that was completely at odds to his previous harsh treatment.

Once satisfied he straightened, placing a soft kiss on her lips before they both turned their attention to Shoto. It was worse having two sets of eyes on him, his skin prickly under the intensity. Shoto shifted on his knees slightly, starting to feel uncomfortable in the position he had put himself in. “Think someone’s feeling left out,” Katsuki mumbled teasingly, smirking knowingly. Shoto huffed, glaring at the other man but Y/Ns laughter cut through his annoyance. “He does look rather lonely,” she smiled. He can’t miss the hunger in her eyes, the way she bites at her lip and her eyes drag across every inch of him. Katsuki snorted, “go keep him company,” he steps out of her way, hand gently pushing her forward and she goes without complaint.

Shoto’s attention focuses on her, watching intently as her hands go to her skirt and she starts shimmying out of the mass amounts of plush fabric and netting. It pools at her feet, leaving her stood in a pair of black lace underwear and her heels. Shoto licks at his lips, taking in the tempting view before him. He wants to touch but he knows he isn’t allowed, Katsuki not having told him he could. Stepping out of the puddle of fabric she quickly slips her heels off and takes the few steps to the bed, leaving her dress behind on the floor.

She crawled up towards him, still smiling and Shoto straightens, suddenly very aware of his nakedness. Once close enough she pushed up onto her knees, mirroring Shoto’s stance and shuffling even closer. “Hey,” she smiled, hands settling on Shoto’s hips to keep her steady as she leant in, her mouth finding his. Shoto leans into it as much as he can, moaning into it as she teases her tongue across his lips. He loses himself to it, hands tightening behind his neck to keep them there and just lets her dominate the kiss.

They have shared a lot of kisses over the years and Shoto thinks he would never tire off it. Her tongue sweeps across his lips, prodding gently and Shoto grants her entrance, her tongue slipping into his mouth instantly and coaxing his own to move with hers. It was deep and long, the kind of kiss that Shoto would like to press into, taking her down to the bed and pin her beneath him. This is good though, steeling his breath yet leaving him wanting more and he would have been happy to continue that way until he felt her fingers ghosting along his forgotten erection.

With a groan he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes fluttering open to see her black eyes shining back at him, a wicked smirk on her lips. Her hand warm around him, unnaturally so and it doesn’t take long for him to recognises his own quirk being used against him.

Her touch is teasingly light, fingers gliding up and down him with barely any intent behind it, the occasional press of her thumb against his leaking head only making his frustration worse. Its too soon for him to beg, too soon for him to break down and give Katsuki what he wants but Shoto can’t stop the desperate moan he makes as she presses her thumb down once more, rubbing purposely at the underside of his head. It’s been a while since he had someone else’s hands on him and he is ashamed to admit that the gentle touch is getting him more worked up than it normally would.

“Do you want more?” she mumbled against his jaw, her mouth surprisingly cold despite the heat radiating off of her. “Please,” he gasped as she sealed her lips over the same spot Katsuki had, sucking harshly. Shoto’s hips jerked forward, chasing something more but as suddenly as her hand had appeared it was gone, Y/Y laughing at the frustrated whine he made. “Hush love, I’ll give you what you need,” she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and Shoto turned his head, trying to capture her lips but she is gone before he has the chance to.

Her lips alternated between hot and cold as she kisses and nips her way down his neck and chest, her teeth scraping over his nipples and sucking briefly before she continued on her way down. Her hands held onto his hips, supporting her weight as she shuffled back, working her way down his body. Her spine curved beautifully, drawing his eye down to the swell of her ass. Shoto wants once more to touch, to run his fingers through her hair, to force her head down and take.

His hands slip, arms lowering but before he can even think about letting go a disapproving “no” cuts across the room. Shoto’s head snapped round to find Katsuki leaning against the doorframe, eyes fixed on Shoto and glaring. He had rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, his tie gone and the first couple of buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. He’s got another glass of whiskey, the glass dangling from his fingertips and his legs crossed at the ankles, looking relaxed. He had looked good in his suit but like this he truly looked magnificent.

Y/Ns hand stilled the moment Katsuki had spoken, her mouth open and pressed teasingly close to where he wanted her, so close in fact that her cheek was brushing against his straining member and with every twitch he was leaving a smear of pre-cum along the unblemished skin. “Put them back,” Katsuki commands, eyes narrowing when Shoto doesn’t comply with the order straight away.

He has two options, comply with Katsuki and most likely get Y/Ns mouth around him or ignore the blonde and thread his fingers through her hair and most likely end up being forced to sit on his hands and watch whilst his own frustrations grow. The idea of playing the brat is tempting, the thought of denying Katsuki what he wanted giving Shoto a small sense of control but his need was greater and with a sigh he lifted his arms once more, interlocking his fingers behind his neck again and looking at the blonde with what he hoped was annoyance.

Katsuki smirked, clearly happy with his win. “Continue,” he stated, taking a swig of his drink. Y/N moved before he had even finished talking, kissing her way down and across so she could mouth at the bottom of his erection. Shoto hissed at the sudden feeling of her warm mouth on him, his hips jerking forward as he sought out more.

She hummed against him, her grip on his hips tightening as finally her mouth made contact with his leaking tip. The sound that was dragged out of Shoto was a mix between a moan and a whine and it was only matched by the mocking laughter that floated over from the door. Katsuki pushed off the door, a casual confidence about him as he walked across the room to stand behind her, smirking at Shoto who was trying to keep his eyes open, his body shaking slightly from the effort of staying in the same position for so long. Katsuki lifted his free hand, eyes dropping down to watch as he placed it on her lace covered ass, squeezing at the plump flesh. She moaned around Shoto as her lips sunk down his length, her warm tongue pressing down against the vein. It was good, always was and she knew exactly how to work him up but keep him just teetering on the edge.

She sucked harshly at the head, her tongue lapping at his leaking slit and moaning at the taste of him. Shoto’s eyes fluttered closed, his head tipping back and hips straining against her hold but her grip tightened, keeping him still as she continued to work him over. He was breathing deeply, heart beating rapidly as he felt his release racing towards the surface. He was close already and it had probably only been five minutes but the way her tongue pressed against him, the tight suction of her mouth as he hit the back of her throat was enough to have him hurtling towards his climax already. “Stop,” Katsuki barked and she stills instantly, her lips sealed around his tip and tongue pressing against the sensitive underside. Shoto snarled, eyes snapping open as he jerked his head forward to glare at Katsuki. “Don’t look so fucking put out, you’ll get what you want,” Katsuki ran his hand up her back, the woman humming and causing Shoto’s dick to twitch in her mouth. “Eventually,” the blonde smirked.

Katsuki took his hand away from Y/N, knocking back the last of his drink. “Sit back on your knees and lean back, use your hands to support yourself,” Katsuki barked his orders, turning away from them to place his empty glass on the dresser. He kept his eyes trained on the pair on the bed through the large mirror that hung above it, watching them intently. “Now,” he growled, eyes locking with Shoto’s in the reflection.

His command sent a shiver down Shoto’s spine and he was moving before he knew he was doing it. His knees ached as he lowered himself down, legs spreading slightly so his ass fit between his feet. Y/N moved with him, her mouth staying exactly where it was. She braced her arms on the bed next to his thighs, her chest lowering to the bed and making her ass stick out even more. Shoto leant back, hands falling from where they had been locked behind his neck, his shoulders feeling stiff. He did just as Katsuki had asked, splaying his hands out on the sheets behind him and then they waited.

Katsuki turned away from the dresser, looking at the two of them with the same intensity he would in a fight, the same drive and hunger, the desire to win. “Almost perfect,” he hummed, returning to his place at the end of the bed, both hands going to Y/Ns hips. Shoto sucks in a breath as Katsuki ran his hand up her sides, fingers sparking and leaving little red marks behind that fade just as quickly as they appear, Y/N moaning at every spark he pressed against her.

The vibrations are maddening and Shoto has to tense, preventing himself from jerking his hips forward but Katsuki seems to sense his struggle, wrapping his hand in her hair and tugging slightly. “Open,” he growls and she does, her mouth opening as wide as it will go and her tongue flattening, leaving Shoto with nothing but the warm puff of her breath on him. The blonde is smirking at him, eyes seeming to spark and then he’s pressing her head down, Shoto’s dick sliding across her tongue. He groans as Katsuki continues to press her head down until her nose is pressed into the curls at the base of his erection and he’s pressing against the back of her throat.

“Close,” Katsuki barked and she does, her lips closing around him and tipping her head slightly to get more comfortable. Shoto sucked in a breath as her throat tightened slightly, hands twisting in the sheets to keep them still. “Such a pretty little picture,” Katsuki murmured, letting go of her hair so he can lean forward and place a delicate kiss to the almost faded mark on her neck. “Be a good girl and stay just like that,” he mumbles against her neck and she hums in answer, the sound vibrating along Shoto’s length and he bites down on his lip to keep the sound in. He knows what Katsuki’s about to do and he already hates him for it.

Katsuki kisses his way back down her spine, teeth nipping and scrapping along the delicate flesh and the whole time he keeps his eyes on Shoto, his smirk obvious even though Shoto can’t clearly see it. He bites down her lace covered cheek, her surprised yelp muffled and her throat constricting around Shoto once more. Katsuki chuckles at Shoto’s choked off moan, ignoring the glare he directs to the blonde.

Standing back Katsuki slips his fingers under the band of her underwear and slowly drags them down over her ass, the sound of ripping following and then the offending garment is thrown aside. His eyes finally leave Shoto’s, dropping his gaze down to her ass as he cups each cheek in a hand and gently squeezes. “Be good for me and maybe you’ll get a reward,” he smirked and then he was dropping to his knees, the tips of his blonde spikes the only thing visible over her ass but Shoto doesn’t need to see to know what the blonde is doing.

Y/Ns eyes flutter closed, a low moan vibrated up her throat and dragging an answering moan from Shoto. He could hear Katsuki, the slide of his fingers as he fucked her with them, the way he sucked and licked at her, the wet slurping sounds filling the room. She stayed as still as she could her body trembling slightly as Katsuki took his fill, her mouth firmly fixed around Shoto’s dick and nose buried into his pubic hair. It was torture, the gentle vibrations as she moaned and gasped around him, her throat muscles twitching and tightening around him causing his hips to jerk forward slightly, trying to burry himself further inside her but he was already as deep as he could get.

He hates this and Katsuki knew he did. He had never been able to understand why Katsuki enjoyed it so much, how he could spend hours like this and not be reduced to frustrated desperation. Shoto had seen it though, Y/N on her knees for hours, Katsuki almost indifferent to the fact his cock was in her mouth and Shoto was sure he felt more frustrated by it then the other two had and he had only been watching. It always drove Shoto to braking point, not being able to get any relief whilst being surrounded by that warm wet heat. He had been reduced to begging on several occasions and as she moaned again Shoto felt his resolve to endure crack but that was what Katsuki wanted and Shoto didn’t want to make this easy for the blonde, despite his growing desperation and frustration.

Shoto griped tighter at the sheets, body tensing as he tried to keep hold of his quickly disappearing control. He wants to fist a hand in her hair and hold her still as he fucks into her mouth, wants to watch her eyes water as he hits the back of her throat again and again, those choked of little moans she makes like music. Shoto wanting seems to be the theme of the evening but just as he is about to snap and start begging, everything stops.

She whines, low and annoyed as Katsuki pulls back. He’s smirking at Shoto, the red of his eyes almost completely gone, swallowed by his pupils. Katsuki moans, tongue darting out to lick her off his lips and Shoto’s eyes track the movement, his own tongue mimicking the action. “You wanna taste?” Katsuki teases, knowing full well that Shoto would but he nods anyway. “Words Sho,” he glares and Shoto stares at the blondes lips, trying to decide how best to ask for it.

After all these years he knew how Katsuki liked it, knows how to please his husband as much as he did his wife. He tilts his head forward slightly, looking up through his long lashes and keeping his face black. It would have been better if his hair was lose, cascading around him but this would have to do for now. “Please Katsuki, I want to taste her cunt on your lips,” Shoto keeps his voice level and flat, fighting back the small smirk as Katsuki sucked in a breath, eyes going impossibly wide. Shoto didn’t swear often and when he did it was only mild things but Katsuki liked it when he swore, liked getting him to the point where he just let whatever words came to mind fall from his lips regardless of what they were.

Around him Y/N tries to laugh, her tongue pressing up against the underside of Shoto’s dick. He groans, hips twitching and Katsuki glares at him, his smirk gone as he realises what Shoto was doing. “Off,” he growls, his clean hand coming down to smack lightly at her ass. She yelps at the sudden action, her whole body jerking forward and swallowing around Shoto. The groan has barely left his lips though before she is pulling off of him, it turning into a whine when the cool air of the room hits his spit slick dick. Katsuki yanks at Y/Ns hips pulling her back and further away from Shoto, the woman going limp in his hold and allowing him to position her how he wants her.

Katsuki gets her to the edge of bed, pulling her up onto her knees and stepping in close behind her, pressing his chest against her back. Her arms loop around his neck and Katsuki takes a step back, making her back bow. She’s practically draped across him and on full display, Katsuki’s hands curling around her inner thighs and forcing her to spread her legs open. It’s a truly magnificent sight, Y/N naked and wanton whist Katsuki was still fully dressed. The fact that both of them are naked and he isn’t giving the blonde an air of power. He is in control here, the two of them nothing more than playthings for his amusement and pleasure.

“Wouldn’t you rather taste her for yourself?” Katsuki’s rumbling voice snaps Shoto back to attention, his eyes flickering up to Katsuki’s. He’s smirking knowingly, lips gently ghosting along Y/Ns arm. “Yes,” Shoto answered instantly, his tongue darting out to lick at his suddenly dry lips. Shoto likes using his mouth to bring his lover’s pleasure, especially Y/N. He could spend hours between her legs, licking and suck and drinking her in, just listening to her little whines and breathy moans. Shoto didn’t think there was ever a scenario where he would say no to eating her out and Katsuki knew that.

“Go on then,” Katsuki’s smirk widened, his head turning to nip at her neck instead but his eyes remained on Shoto, watching him with dark amusement. It’s a trap, Shoto was almost certain of it but he still hastily fell forward, getting on his hands and knees and crawling towards them. Katsuki’s laughter cuts through Y/Ns gasp and Shoto wants to look to see what the other man is doing but he’s to focused on his prize. He drops down onto his elbows shuffling forward until his face is level with her sex. This close he can smell her, can see how wet she already is and he can’t help but moan, leaning forward and more than ready to get his mouth on her and make her scream for him.

“Oh, just one more thing,” Katsuki said casually and Shoto stilled, his mouth just hovering above her. He flicked his eyes up to look at Katsuki but he wasn’t watching him any more, his gaze trained on Y/N instead and fingers curled around her jaw, keeping her own head turned towards him. “He may be the one on his knees but I’m the one letting you have this. I’m the one who decides how fast he goes, how long he spends with his mouth pressed against your needy little cunt, when you cum or if you cum at all. Me not him, so my name better be the only one that makes it past your lips,” Katsuki growled out and Shoto wanted to tell him no, to demand he take it back because he knows how much Shoto likes hearing her call out his name, both of them actually. Shoto likes to know he is pleasing them, likes to hear his name shouted to the heavens as they fall apart for him and to deny him that is just cruel. Katsuki is reducing him to nothing more than a glorified sex toy, like he is something Katsuki can use on Y/N instead of Shoto being his own entity. He hates it and loves it in equal parts.

Katsuki’s grip on her jaw tightens, fingers digging in to the point Shoto knows there will be bruises and she gasps, mouth falling open slightly and her eyes going wide. “If you so much as breath his name then I will sit your ass on his dick and leave you both there until you’re pathetic begging messes,” he snarled, eyes narrowed and both Shoto and Y/N whined at the threat. They knew Katsuki would and the thought of being inside of her and unable to do anything makes Shoto twitch, already knowing it wouldn’t take long for him to start begging Katsuki.

“Understand?” Katsuki asked but she didn’t answer, eyes glazed over and looking a little out of it. Snarling Katsuki yanked her head to the side and put his mouth against her ear. “Do. You. Understand?” he asked again, growling out his words. Her eyelids fluttered, her tongue poking out to wet her lips as her gaze shifted. She was looking at Shoto, still knelt between her legs and mouth parted slightly where he had been so close to tasting her. “Yes,” she whispers and Shoto offered her a small smile, hoping she could keep that promise because he really doesn’t want what Katsuki’s threatening.

Katsuki’s hold on her jaw eased, turning her head away from him so he can drag his mouth along her exposed neck. “Good,” he mumbled against her, his teeth nipping at the underside of her jaw and getting a small gasp from her. Red eyes find Shoto’s then, a small yet wicked smirk on his lips and Shoto knows then that the blonde wasn’t going to make this easy. He wants her to fail, wants to drag this out and make them squirm. That’s fine. Shoto was feeling bratty enough to not go willingly, to try and make it difficult for the other man as well.

“Get on with it,” he demanded but Shoto defiantly remains where he is despite wanting to get his mouth on Y/N and make her scream. Katsuki snarls, his annoyance evident and Shoto can’t help but smirk a little, raising an eyebrow at him. Katsuki’s patience snaps remarkably quickly, the hand on Y/Ns thigh darting up to fist in the hair at the back of Shoto’s head, the blondes fingers snagging in the braid and making Shoto wince at the slight sting of pain as he yanks his head back. He doesn’t give Shoto time to readjust, shoving Shoto’s head forward and suddenly the whole bottom half of his face is pressed against Y/N. Shoto’s eyes go wide, a small noise of surprise leaving his lips as Y/N gasps above him.

“Now,” Katsuki growls, pressing Shoto harder against her until his nose is nudging at her clit. His lips brush against her, her slick coating them and his chin and Shoto can’t help but moan. His lips part, tongue darting out to lap at her, Y/N moaning high pitched and breathless. It makes something snap in Shoto and he drops down onto his elbows, angling his head to get a better angle and then his mouth is opening, dragging his tongue across her and lapping at her slick.

Shoto’s good as this, the fact he likes doing it probably contributing to that as well as the fact that Y/N is the only woman he has ever been with. He knows exactly how to get her off, knows how hard to suck at her clit and when to stiffen his tongue and press it inside of her. He knows how hard to go when he flattens his tongue and drag it across her and when to use just the slightest hint of teeth. He knows how to get her gasping, how to have her squirming on his face and begging for more and as he works his mouth against her, she doesn’t disappoint. Every moan and gasp is like music to Shoto and it just makes him hungry for more.

“I…S…Sh…Katsuki!” she stutters out, her hips rolling against Shoto’s mouth and he lets out his own moan. Katsuki’s amused laughter floats down from above and Shoto doesn’t need to see him to know he’s smirking. “Almost love,” Katsuki teased. “Maybe you just need a little more or maybe someone just isn’t good enough.” The words had barely left Katsuki’s mouth before his grip is tightening in Shoto’s hair and yanking his head back.

He gasped at the sharp sting of pain, eye flying open as he’s forced to look up at the people above him. Y/Ns got her head thrown back and resting on Katsuki’s shoulder, her mouth open slightly and chest rapidly rising and falling as she breathed shallowly. There are bite marks and bruises covering her neck and shoulder, her pupils blown wide, eyes glazed over and looking a little dazed. Shoto can’t help but smirk at that, feeling a little proud that he had done that to her but it doesn’t last long, Katsuki tugging at his hair and drawing Shoto’s attention back to him.

Katsuki’s eyes are narrowed, a sneer on his lips as he looks down at Shoto. “I want her screaming Shoto, want to see her squirming on your face and you’re going to give that to me, aren’t you?” Katsuki growled, his fingers winding around the top of Shoto’s braid and tugging. “Yes,” Shoto hissed, his scalp beginning to tingle from the almost constant pull on his hair. It pathetic really, how quick Shoto is to agree but he wants to make Katsuki happy, wants to please him as much as he does Y/N and he knows Katsuki likes to watch. As much as the blonde likes to tease him for it he’s more than happy to be the one watching Shoto fall apart in front of him.

Katsuki smirked and Shoto knows his defiance is crumbling but worst of all Katsuki knows this to and it won’t be long before Shoto gives up entirely and just becomes one of those moveable art dolls in Katsuki’s controlling hands. “So good for me.” Shoto groaned at the praise, fingers twisting in the sheets. He didn’t have time to bask in it though, Katsuki shoving his head back down between Y/Ns legs. “Hurry the fuck up then. I want to see her cum all over your pretty face,” Katsuki growled and with a moan Shoto pressed his mouth back against her clit and coated his tongue with ice before pressing it against her.

The loud and surprised moan she made had Katsuki laughing, pressing Shoto’s face harder against her until he felt like he couldn’t breath, only for the blonde to pull his head away so he can gasp for air. He gives Shoto just enough time to suck in a breath before he was shoving his face back down. That’s how they continued, Katsuki holding Shoto’s face against her until his breath was catching and then only letting him up to gulp in a lungful of air before shoving him back down again. The whole time Katsuki talked, praise and filth coming so easily to him. “That’s it, make her fucking scream. Such a good little slut for me. You can do better than that, can’t you Sho. Does it feel good, having him fuck you open with his tongue?” Katsuki’s gruff voice mingles with Y/Ns moans and gasps, the blonde laughing as she fumbled her words, trying not to call out Shoto’s name.

She sounded wrecked and though he knew how frustrating the punishment would be Shoto wanted to hear her calling out his name but she didn’t and every stuttered half formed syllable of his name had Shoto growling in frustration and redoubling his efforts. Katsuki found it all to amusing for Shoto’s liking, his mocking laughter the only thing he could hear as he gave Katsuki exactly what he wanted. “Think you’re slacking hot shot. Come on, though you were going to be good for me but this is just fucking pathetic. Nothings going near that desperate little prick of yours until she cums so unless you wanna stay like this all night I suggest you try harder,” Katsuki taunted him, not giving Shoto a chance to answer back before he was pressing his head back down and whatever Shoto had been about to say was lost as he pressed his tongue inside of her, covering it with ice and getting another loud cry as a reward.

Shoto’s jaw was begging to ache and he could feel her slick across his chin and starting to slip down his neck. She was so wet for him, her hips squirming to the point Katsuki had no choice but to let go of Shoto’s hair and grab hold of her hips to keep her still. He lamented the loss of the other mans controlling hold but it gave him more room to do what he wanted and Shoto didn’t waist his chance, dropping his chest down and tilting his head for a better angle. She was close, Shoto could feel it in the way she fluttered around his tongue, trying to clamp down on it and keep him as deep inside her as he could go. It wouldn’t take much more to push her over the edge, just a little something more and lucky enough Katsuki was more than happy to comply.

“Hold fucking still,” he growled, followed by the unmistakable crack and pop of his quirk going off, the sweet smell of nitroglycerin filling the air. Shoto timed it perfectly, a complete coincidence but still perfect none the less, his ice covered mouth heating beyond the point of normal just as Katsuki’s quirk crackled to life. Shoto sucked on her clit and his to hot tongue sliding across her. The effect was instantaneous. “Katsuki!” she screamed, her body going tense as she came, her hands scrambling for Shoto’s shoulders, her nails digging in. Shoto moaned at the combination of the taste of her and the sting of pain, pressing his tongue inside her and getting another gasp. He should feel annoyed about having the other mans name on her lips, should maybe feel grateful that she had managed to keep his name to herself but as he lapped up her release all Shoto could think was about how good it had felt to get her off and how much he wanted to be inside of her, his neglected and forgotten arousal suddenly at the forefront of his mind.

A small whimper came from above, Y/N trying to pullback from overstimulation but Shoto moved with her, rocking forward and curling his tongue. He could quiet happily stay there for a while, working her back up again and just enjoying the feeling of her grinding against his face but Katsuki had other ideas. Large hands curl around his biceps, none to gently pulling him up and Shoto was left with no choice but to allow it, his hands gripping at Y/N in an attempt to steady himself. Katsuki let go of his arms, curling one around his hip as he grips his jaw with the other. He looked at Shoto over Y/Ns shoulder, red eyes dark and full of hunger, Y/N still draped over him, her eyes closed and chest heaving.

“Look at you,” Katsuki practically purred, his thumb brushing against Shoto’s bottom lip and tugging at it gently. Shoto turned his head slightly, sucking Katsuki’s thumb into his mouth and letting his teeth graze across the sweet tasting flesh. Katsuki always tasted sweet, like burnt sugar and the taste of him mixing with Y/Ns own slightly sweet and musky one was addictive and had Shoto sucking harder at the digit, moaning shamelessly. Katsuki growled, thumb hooking behind his teeth and yanking Shoto towards him and suddenly they were kissing, Y/N trapped between them as Katsuki invaded Shoto’s mouth.

It was a filthy kiss, Katsuki licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue, his teeth nipping at Shoto’s bottom lip as he tried to lick Y/Ns taste from him. Shoto moaned into it, his hold on Y/N tightening as he shuffled forward, pressing himself against her as he let Katsuki completely dominate the kiss. The blonde never let go of him, his own hold tight and fingers digging in, keeping his mouth open for him to plunder.

There was a gentle hum and then Shoto felt another set of hands on him. One griped the other side of his hips to Katsuki, holding him still as the other slipped between their bodies and went straight to to Shoto’s straining erection. He tore his mouth away from Katsuki’s with a moan, hips jerking forward into her tight grip. She muffled her chuckle against his jaw, her lips trailing along until her mouth found Katsuki’s hand, her tongue cold as it snuck out between her lips and lapped at his fingers.

Shoto watched as Katsuki huffed, turning his head to once again mouth at her neck, sucking and nipping bruises over the already fading marks from before. Her hand had slowed, her grip light as she gently ghosted her fingers across him. It’s maddening and soon enough Shoto is whining, turning his head until his lips pressed against Katsuki’s palm. “Please,” he gasped, trying to role his hips forward into her light grasp but the hands on his hips tighten, both of them keeping Shoto in place and he groaned, both in frustration and desperation. Katsuki laughed, clearly amused by Shoto’s frustration and he knows he shouldn’t be this desperate, shouldn’t be considering begging already but it had been far to long and he just wanted to give in and let them take whatever they wanted from him.

“Such a pretty little thing when you get like this,” katsuki teased, pulling away from Y/Ns neck to watch as she liked between his fingers, her cool tongue finding the corner of Shoto’s lips. “What do you think love, does he deserve a reward for having such a filthy fucking mouth?” She doesn’t answer, not straight away as their mouths met between Katsuki’s fingers, tongues sliding against the others as best as they can considering Katsuki’s fingers are covering their lips. They can both taste Katsuki and Shoto knows she could taste herself on his tongue.

Her hand curls back around him, her thumb pressing against his slit and smearing his pre-cum across his head. It’s a deliberate action, slow yet with enough pressure behind it that it sent a spark of desire up his spine. She pulled away from his mouth just as he moaned, the sound loud in the room where he had expected it to be muffled. Katsuki’s hand shifts as she pulls away, his hand covering the bottom half of Shoto’s face as she turned to look up at the blonde. “Yes,” she said simply, her hand lazily moving across Shoto’s length. Neither of them pay him any attention, his hands twitching on her hips as she works him up at such a slow and teasing pace, his huffs and whines dampened behind Katsuki’s palm. The blonde smirked, eyes lighting up as he leant forward, bridging the small space between them and slotting his mouth over hers in a hard and demanding kiss.

It doesn’t last long, Katsuki pulling back was a satisfied hum. Shoto wanted to demand they go back to kissing, would have been happy to have his sounds muffled by Katsuki’s hand as Y/N got him off with her hand and just watching the two of them kiss. He doesn’t get that. Instead Katsuki pulls away, his hands leaving Shoto so he can help Y/N move so she isn’t leaning back against him. “Top of the bed,” Katsuki nudged her, jerking his head behind Shoto. She goes without complaint, lifting Shoto’s hands from her hips and placing them at his sides before she was slipping out from between them and off of the bed.

Shoto tried to turn and watch her as she walked past him but Katsuki’s hand darted out, grabbing hold of his chin and keeping his face turned towards him. Behind him he felt the bed shift, the matrices dipping as she climbed back up behind him. There was silence, the moment dragging on and Shoto wanted to look, wanted to know what was going on behind him but he felt trapped in Katsuki’s gaze and he knew that even if the blonde didn’t have a hold on him Shoto probably still wouldn’t be able to look away from him.

Shoto shifted, hands flexing at his sides and tongue darting out to lick at his lips. He could still taste the faint sweetness of Y/N clinging to them. Katsuki’s eyes followed the movement, letting out a small huff before letting go of Shoto and taking a step backwards, putting more space between them. “Back on your hands and knees,” he grunted, cross his arms over his chest and a bored look on his face. Shoto hesitate for just a second, wandering what his punishment would be if he just turned round instead and stole a kiss from Y/N. It would probably not be worth it but the thought of annoying Katsuki was tempting. Huffing he complied, shuffling back slightly before dropping down onto his hands. His fingers curled around the edge of the matrices as he settled into the new position, his head held high and looking at Katsuki in what he hoped was bored indifference, waiting for the blondes next command.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything, his eyes dragging across the two of them and just taking in the scene before him. Shoto doesn’t know what Y/N is doing behind him, doesn’t know how she has arranged herself at the head of the bed but however she is presenting herself has Katsuki’s eyes narrowing, a small frown tugging at his lips. He turns, taking the few steps back to the dresser before turning to face them again, leaning back against it, his hands gripping the edge and legs crossed at the ankles. “Well? Get on with it already before I change my mind,” he snaps, glaring past Shoto. He wants to ask what he is talking about but his words get stuck in his throat as two hands gently cup his ass.

Shoto sucks in a breath, eyes going wide as Y/Ns hands ever so gently slide inwards, her thumbs brushing against his crack before pulling his cheeks apart. The bed shifted, Katsuki’s bored look slipping into a wicked smirk. Her warm breath against his hole was the only warning he got before she dragged her tongue across him. Shoto moaned, head dropping forward and eyes closing as her tongue prodded and lapped at him, just like he had done to her just moments ago.

She didn’t waist time, pressing forward and wiggling her tongue against his opening, pushing the muscle into him. His mouth fell open on a breathless gasp, hips rocking back as she began to fuck her tongue into him, her lips sealing around his rim and sucking. “Be quiet,” Katsuki grumbled. Shoto’s head shot up, glaring at the blonde as he forced his mouth closed. He wasn’t looking at Shoto, eyes fixed on a point behind him and Shoto knew he was watching Y/N. She was probably watching Katsuki back, eyes alight with amusement and most likely taunting the blonde in some fashion, something she was prone to do when the three of them were like this.

Shoto was inclined to do what Katsuki asked but he couldn’t keep his noises in, mouth open as one moan transitioned into another. It felt good, always did when she got her mouth on him and it didn’t take long to have Shoto panting. She knew his body as well as he did hers and she could have him squirming in a matter of minutes. It was messy, Shoto able to feel how slick he was with her saliva, it left him feeling dirty and so perfect until her mouth pulled away from him with a slurp. He would have groaned at the loss but before the sound could make it past his lips Shoto felt a slick finger circling his hole, pressing down on him lightly.

Ever so slowly she pressed her finger inside of him, sinking the digit all the way in. Her movements were slow and measured as she pulled her finger out and pressed it back in. Shoto whined when he felt her breath against him, her tongue pressing in against her finger and stretching him wider to accommodate the both of them. He couldn’t help the moan that slipped free as she picked up the pace, her finger curling as she pressed into him.

“Shut up or I will make you,” Katsuki hissed, his gaze finally snapping down to Shoto. With a whine he managed to force his mouth shut, bitting down on his bottom lip as he tried to keep his lips pressed together. It was an impossible request and all three of them knew it. Shoto got loud when things were like this, ever since the first time Y/N had fucked him he had been unable to keep his noises to himself, crying out his pleasure like he was being paid for it and as her finger finally pressed against his prostate he knew that tonight would be no different and far to soon his mouth was falling open again, a loud cry falling from between his parted lips.

The sound had barely left his mouth before Katsuki was growling, stalking back across the small space to grab at Shoto’s braid and yanked his head back. Shoto cried out, head pulled back at an almost painful angle until he could feel tears pricking at his eyes. “I told you to shut the hell up,” he snarled, glaring down at Shoto, “guess I’ll just have to do it for you.” As he was talking Katsuki’s other hand went to his belt, deft fingers making quick work of his belt and zipper. “Open up princess,” he commanded, his hand shoving inside his underwear and Shoto was helpless to do anything other than let his mouth fall open, the lewd sounds of Y/N opening him up on her tongue and fingers drowned out by his own moans.

Katsuki shoved the band of his underwear down enough for his dick to spring free, the thing bobbing in front of Shoto’s face. Pre-cum pooled at the top, the shaft red and angry looking and Shoto desperately wanted it in his mouth. He didn’t have to wait long.

Griping the bottom of his shaft with one hand and holding Shoto’s head still with the other, Katsuki pushed forward, his erection forcing Shoto’s mouth wide as he slipped ever so slowly into him. Behind him Y/N pulled her mouth away, her finger slipping free only to come back with a second, the two of them pressing into him at the same maddeningly slow pace as Katsuki. His moan was muffled by Katsuki’s dick, pressing down on his tongue and forcing his mouth wide. Shoto’s fingers tightening in the sheets in an attempt to keep himself from reaching out and grabbing hold of the blonde. To pull him in or push him away Shoto didn’t know.

Above him Katsuki groaned, hips stilling and behind him Y/N did the same, her hand coming to a stop with her fingers all the way inside of him. Katsuki wasn’t as far into Shoto’s mouth as he could, a few inches still to go before his lips would be wrapped around his base but he knew that Shoto had his limits. Despite how often they did this his gag reflex wasn’t what Y/Ns was and if Katsuki tried to push into Shoto’s throat he would be choking in seconds.

They both held still, Y/Ns fingers not even twitching as she dragged her lips across the swell of his ass, her teeth nipping gently. It was maddening, Shoto wanting them to do something and soon enough he found himself rocking, trying to get them to move, to do something before he went insane. Above him Katsuki snarled, his free hand gripping Shoto’s jaw and his thumb digging in, forcing his mouth a little wider so he could push in a little further. Shoto gaged, eyes going wide as Katsuki nudged at the back of his throat. He looked up at the blonde with wide eyes, already feeling the tears pricking at his eyes.

“Hold fucking still or I’ll tie you to the bed,” Katsuki snapped, pressing forward until his dick was pressing into Shoto’s throat. He lasted all of five seconds before his throat started to burn, his eyes stinging and he looked up at Katsuki, silently begging him to move. The hard look in his eyes softened slightly, the grip on Shoto’s jaw loosening until his thumb was gently brushing along his bottom lip. He pulled back a little, easing the pressure on Shoto’s throat and letting him breath. “Just a little longer, you can do that for me can’t you?” he practically purred his words and Shoto whined around Katsuki’s dick, anticipating the strain on his throat whilst also dreading it.

Y/Ns lips brushed against the bottom of his spine, her fingers curling and twisting. He felt her smile, Katsuki’s eyes flickering up to her and his own lips curled up into a wicked looking smirk. His grip tightened on Shoto’s jaw again, fingers pressing against the edge of his lips. He didn’t give any warning, thrusting forward until he was as far back into Shoto’s throat as he could get. At the same time Y/N pressed her fingers in and up, rubbing them hard against his prostate and Shoto gagged, spluttering and moaning around the dick in his mouth. His throat constricted, breathing getting harder, eyes streaming and face heating up to the point he worried his quirk might activate.

Katsuki groaned, pulling out quickly and Shoto sagged forward, coughing and spluttering as he gasped for breath. “Shush, that’s it, just breath. You did so well, such a good boy for me,” Katsuki murmured softly, his thumb gently brushing along Shoto’s jaw. His softness was jarring in comparison to his previous rough treatment but Shoto welcomed it, turning his head to press his face more into Katsuki’s palm and breathing in his sweet scent.

The moment dragged on, Shoto regaining his breath and calming back down. Y/N grew bored quickly though, her fingers pressing against his prostate again and had Shoto jerking forward, a startled cry falling from his lips. Her gentle laughter vibrated against his spine, her fingers a constant pressure against his prostate that had his whole body shaking and want lighting up every nerve.

“How many?” Katsuki asked, never taking his eyes of Shoto. “Two.” He grunted at the answer, eyes intense as he watched Shoto falling apart between them. “Give him another.” Shoto whined at the loss, Y/N already pulling her fingers out of him before Katsuki had even finished talking and leaving Shoto feeling empty. Just as quickly though she was back, three fingers pressing into him slowly. He hissed at the added stretch, pressing back against the intrusion until he could feel her thumb and pinky pressing against him. Katsuki smirked at Shoto’s desperation, watching him in amusement as he rocked back on her fingers. It wasn’t enough though, Y/N purposely keeping her fingers pointed away from his prostate. It still felt good, still had Shoto panting but he wanted more and he knew Katsuki was the only person who was going to give him that. He wouldn’t let Shoto have it for nothing though, he had to give Katsuki something first and there was only one thing he was in a position to give the blonde in that moment of time.

Shoto opened his mouth expectantly, his tongue hanging out as he looked up Katsuki and waited. The blonde arched an eyebrow at him, “you want something love?” Shoto dropped his eyes down to the dick just inches away from his face, the shaft red and tip glistening before looking back up at the other man. “Oh, you want my dick in your mouth, is that it?” Katsuki dragged his thumb across Shoto’s bottom lip, the digit sliding into his mouth and pressing down on his tongue. “You want me to fuck your face as she opens your ass up? Wanna be full at both ends like the greedy little slut you are?” Shoto moaned around his thumb, sucking it eagerly in hopes to get his point across. He might not be as good at giving head as Y/N but he still always managed to get Katsuki off.

His grip on Shoto’s hair tightened, yanking his head back with his braid and thumb forcing his mouth to stay open. “Tough shit,” he growled angrily, glaring at Shoto, “this isn’t about you princess. You will get what you are given and be fucking thankful for it.” Snarling he shoved Shoto’s head to the side, letting go of him and stepping back, Shoto’s hair tickling against his back before sliding off to the side. “Make him cry-“ Katsuki snapped as he walked over to the chair in the corner, tucking himself back into his suit pants and zipping them back up, “but he’s not to cum, not till I say he can.” He felt Y/Ns lips curl up into a smirk, teeth scrapping against his hip and then her fingers were gone, slipping out of him quickly and leaving him gasping. He didn’t have time to question what was happening before hands gripped tightly at his waist and Shoto found himself being flipped over onto his back.

Y/N smirked down at him, her hands curling around his thighs and pushing them further apart. “You ready lyubov?’ she asked softly, her hands gently rubbing up and down his thighs. Shoto swallowed, licking at his suddenly dry lips and unable to look away from her. Every mark Katsuki had left on her had faded, all apart from the red handprints on her hips, a mark that was unmistakable Katsuki’s. Shoto wanted to add his own, wanted to see his hand prints burned into her thighs, her ribs, her neck but Katsuki wouldn’t allow it, not tonight any way. Maybe in the morning.

“Get the fuck on with it,” Katsuki snarled. Shoto turned his head slightly finding Katsuki sat in the chair, his legs spread wide and head resting on his hand, his elbow propped up on the arm. He looked bored, swirling the glass of whiskey in his other hand and not even looking at them. Shoto didn’t like that, feeling like he couldn’t hold the other man’s attention, like he wasn’t good enough.

A gentle hand on his cheek had him turning his head back, Shoto’s eyes staying fixed on Katsuki until Y/Ns wrist blocked his vision. She was smiling softly at him, an understanding in her eyes. “Let’s give him a show hum?” she winked at him, her hand gently caressing his face. Shoto licked at his lips agains, his eyes dropping down to Katsuki’s hand prints before darting back to hers. He nodded. Her smile grew, a dark and mischievous glitter in her eyes before she winked at him and ducked down.

Shoto groaned as her mouth swallowed him down once more, her tongue pressing against the vein on the underside of his shaft. Unlike last time she showed no restraint, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked and licked at him and as there had been no instruction not to Shoto didn’t hesitate to slide his fingers into her hair, his hands curling around her skull. He didn’t try and hurry her pace, didn’t try to guide her movements, just held on and let her do what she wanted.

Humming she grabbed hold of his leg, guiding it over her shoulder and Shoto moaned, back arching and heel digging into her back as she swallowed him down. Slick and warm fingers pressed against his ass, pushing into him in one quick and sure movement. Her fingers found his prostate instantly, rubbing against it and heating up ever so slightly. With a cry his hips jerked up, his leg hooked over her shoulder attempting to keep her pressed down but she barely seemed to notice it. She was relentless, sucking and licking at Shoto’s erection, her hand moving steadily as she fucked him with three fingers and Shoto was helpless but to lay there and take it, moaning and hips stuttering, unable to decide if he wanted to press down on her fingers or up into her mouth.

A deep chuckle came from the side and with difficulty Shoto managing to turn his head to look back at Katsuki. He was still in the same position, head still resting on his hand and watching them but the bored look was gone, red eyes dark and a smirk tugging at his lips. “You feeling good slut?” Shoto groaned, hands twitching in Y/Ns hair as she pulled off of his erection, her tongue lapping at his slit as she spread her fingers inside of him, stretching him open. “I could keep you like this for hours Sho. Let her play with you until your over sensitive and crying from it. Could even get the cock ring out, just to be extra mean. You want that princess?” Katsuki swirled his glass of whisky, watching Shoto with a knowing and wicked glint in his eye.

“No!” he cried out, back arching once more as Y/N swallowed him back down, humming as she sunk her lips back down and sucked. Shoto groaned, his whole body feeling like it was sparking as she continued to work him open, her fingers pressing against his prostate almost constantly. “No? You want something else?” Shoto was so close, could feel it coiling in his gut. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fixed to Katsuki as he begged him to let him cum. “Please what?” he raised an eyebrow at him, smirk still visible as he lifted his glass to lips. “Let me cum,” he groaned, his fingers tightening in Y/Ns hair and forcing her head back down onto his dick as he ground back onto her fingers.

Katsuki smirked viciously, flashing his teeth as he leaned forward slightly. “No,” he snarled gleefully, red eyes alight as Shoto whined, turning away from the blonde to look up at the ceiling. It’s a struggle, Shoto squeezing his eyes closed and trying to fight back against the rolling wave of heat coiling inside of him. It was impossible though, Y/N grinding her fingers against his sweet spot and sucking eagerly at his swollen member. He didn’t stand a chance and as she hummed around him Shoto felt himself teetering on the edge, his mouth opening on a gasp and back bowing. “Enough,” Katsuki growled, his words cutting through Shoto’s lust filled mind like a knife.

“NO!” Shoto cried out, eyes snapping open and clutching desperately at Y/Ns head as she began to pull back, her fingers already slipping free with a squelch. Her touch is gentle as she prizes his fingers from her hair, easing his leg back down to the bed and Shoto actually sobs as she pulls away from him completely, shuffling back towards the pillows and turning to look expectantly at Katsuki.

Shoto lay there, his whole body feeling like it’s vibrating, staring up at the ceiling and trying to even out his breathing. He wants to throw something at Katsuki, wants to turn and snarl and demand he be given what he wants. He won’t though, knows that the closest he will get to that is glaring and snapping because as much as he hates it, hates how mean Katsuki can be, he loves it all the same. He likes when Katsuki takes control, likes it when he gets a little rough, a little demanding because Shoto likes to please and no one more so than Katsuki and Y/N. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t find the whole thing frustrating to point he’s considering giving Katsuki what he wants and start begging like a dog for scraps.

“Come on hot shot, get your shit together, you ain’t done yet.” Frowning Shoto turned his head to look at Katsuki. The blonde is looking at him the exact same way when Shoto fails to understand a social situation correctly, like he’s an idiot and Katsuki wants to smack him round the head. Scoffing he jerked his head towards the end of the bed before looking away to the side, taking another sip of his drink. Still frowning Shoto pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked towards Y/N.

She was reclining back against the pillows, propped up in her elbows and smiling. Her knees where bent, one brought up higher than the other and her hips turned to the side slightly so one thigh blocked his view of her pussy. She tipped her head to the side slightly, bitting down on her bottom lip and looking at him from under hooded eyes. She looked tempting like that, her gaze warming Shoto in a way that only hers and Katsuki’s attention could. His dick twitched as he dragged his eyes across her, the desire to touch her, to have her sky rocketing and Katsuki had given him permission

Smiling Shoto didn’t waist any time twisting round to get on his hands and knees, crawling up the bed towards her, his braid sliding off his shoulder and the end pooling on the bed. His hands landed on her ankles, sliding up her legs as he moved closer, pushing them apart to make room for him. She moans softly as his hands slide up her thighs, thumbs digging into the muscle slightly before he let go of her, dropping down onto his arms. He leant in, placing a quick kiss on her sex before making his way higher, kissing and nipping his way up her body. Her skin was warm under his lips and out of habit he lets them get colder, a thin layer of ice covering the inside of his mouth and tongue.

She gasps at the first touch, her body stiffening for a moment before she goes lax again. Tipping his head Shoto sucked a nipple onto his mouth, dragging his teeth gently across the pebbled flesh before dragging his ice covered tongue across it. He doesn’t stay their long, moving onto to the other and giving it the same treatment before moving on, kissing his way up her chest and on to her neck. She hummus softly, tipping her head and giving him better access. Shoto drags his lips along her neck, up to the underside of her jaw and nipping gently, delighting in the small and sharp intake of breath. He presses his lips against her pulse, letting the temperature drop dangerously until she was crying out, a hand coming up to curl around the back of his neck. When he pulls back the skins red and blistered, the shape of his lips standing out perfectly against her skin.

Smirking Shoto lifted his head, finding almost black eyes looking back at him. He doesn’t look away as he moves closer, his lips warming so when they brush against hers it’s just a gentle tingle of temperature difference. Her hand flexes on the back of his neck, pulling him forward that last little bit until their lips are pressed firmly together. They both moan, Shoto’s eyes closing as he deepens the kiss, his tongue pushing between her lips. It’s slow, languid, the two of them pressed together and just enjoying the feel of the other against them. There’s no rush and though Shoto can still feel his arousal humming through his body its not as insistent, fading to a gentle need whilst he enjoys the kiss. It doesn’t last long.

Something hits the side of his head and Shoto jerks his head away from Y/N with a grunt, startled by the sudden contact. Frowning he looks down, eyes narrowing even more when they land on the foil wrapper of a condom. Slowly he turned to look over his shoulder at the other man, Katsuki glaring back at him with mild irritation, “before I grow old and die.” Shoto huffed, rolling his eyes at the other mans impatience but he still leaned back on his hunches, snatching up the condom and quickly getting it open and on.

As soon as it was on he grabbed for Y/Ns ankles, pulling her down the bed and towards him, her gentle laughter filling the room. She draped her arms over his shoulder, fingers tangling in the lose strands of hair that had come free from his braid. She pulled him down toward her, smiling softly as she hooked one leg over his waist. His erection brushed against her slick folds, sliding across her and Shoto moaned softly, the anticipation building up inside of him again. Tightening her hold on him Y/N arched her back grinding against him, her words teasing as Shoto tipped his head forward and buried his face in her neck. “What you waiting for?”

Huffing Shoto shifted, bracing one arms on the bed next to her head and his other hand dropping down to his erection, warm finger wrapping around it and guiding it towards her entrance. They both moaned as he slowly slipped in to her, Shoto letting go of his member to grip at her thigh. She was tight and warm, Shoto sinking into her in one slow and smooth thrust. Shoto stilled once he was fully inside, his head resting on her shoulder and breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself down.

She nudged at his cheek with her nose, getting Shoto to turn his head enough that she could slot their lips together again. The kiss is sweet, no tongue demanding entrance, no teeth nipping at the others lips, just the slow and gentle movements of their lips pressing together. He doesn’t take his lips of her’s as he pulls his hips back and then thrusts back in just as slowly, muffling her gasp with his lips.

Everything about it is slow and gentle, Shoto only pulling his lips away from hers long enough to pull in a much needed breath but even then they don’t leave her skin, kissing and nipping at her jaw and neck before finding their way back to her lips for another kiss. They were both panting, breath mingling as Shoto steadily rolled his hips, what they were doing closer to love making than fucking but it felt just as good. Shoto was worked up, having been close to the edge one to many times and even the slow and steady pace he had going was enough to have that hot coil tightening in his gut.

“AH!” Shoto cried out, hips slamming forward and head snapping up as a warm palm came down on his ass, hard. Under him Y/N gasped, her hands tightening around his neck as her back arched, pressing her breasts against his chest. Shoto’s hips stilled, pressed as deep into her as he could and breathing heavily. His ass stung, the hit having caught him across the cheek and he knew without looking that Katsuki’s hand print would probably be standing out in stark relief against his pale skin.

Katsuki laughed, something mean and dark as he groped at Shoto’s ass, one hand splaying perfectly over the mark he had already left behind. “You didn’t think I was going to let you keep that up, did you,” Katsuki’s voice was light and teasing but his gripped tightened, his blunt nails digging into Shoto’s ass. He hissed at the sting, his own grip tightening on Y/Ns thigh and hips grinding forward. “You told me to get on with it, not how to do it,” Shoto snarked back, knowing the moment the words had left his mouth that he had made a mistake.

The room stilled, like the world was holding its breath. Shoto groaned in frustration, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his face in Y/Ns neck. Her hold on him loosened, one hand staying curled around his neck as she gently brushed her fingers down his neck and back in what was probably meant as a calming gesture. “You little shit,” Katsuki snarled and then his hand came down hard on the other side of his ass, the crack of his quirk masking the sound of skin hitting skin. “FUCK!” Shoto shouted, pressing his face harder into the crock of Y/Ns neck. It hurt, pain radiating from where Katsuki had hit and the skin burning with it but underneath the sting of pain was a zing of pleasure, Y/N clenching around him and moaning in his ear.

“You want to play it that way then fine,” Katsuki growled. Shoto didn’t have time to even contemplate what Katsuki might do before the other man was grabbing at his braid again, twisting it around his hand before yanking Shoto’s head backward. He cried out, hands scrambling to brace himself on the bed as Katsuki pulled him backwards until his back was bowing. His eyes flew open, wide and slightly panicked as he looked down at Y/N. Her hands had fallen from his neck and shoulders, her leg having slipped from his waist. Instead her hands curled around his forearms, thumbs gently rubbing against the inside of his elbows. She’s looking up at him with what he thinks is sympathy but she makes no move to stop what Katsuki is doing. That’s up to him to do, to offer up his safe word and instead end up with gentle hands and sweet kisses. Shoto licks at his lips, pulling in a deep breath and then forces himself to relax.

“You want me to tell you what to do then here it is princess. You’re going to fuck her like you mean it and until I feel like you are giving her everything your ungrateful and pathetic ass can I’m going to continue to turn your ass as red as your fucking shitty hair. Is that direction enough?” Katsuki snarled, tugging at Shoto’s hair and forcing his head back even more to the point it was becoming uncomfortable. “I asked you a question, slut. Is that direction enough?” Katsuki brought his hand down across Shoto’s ass, his palm warm on his cold skin and his wedding ring digging in. “YES!” Shoto cried out, tears prickling at his eyes. “Then get the hell on with it.” Katsuki’s hold on his hair loosens, not enough for him to hang his head between his arms like he wants to but enough to ease the strain on his neck.

He pulls in a shaky breath, eyes finding Y/Ns once more. Her hand slide up his arms, fingers curling around his biceps. She nods her head once, giving him the permission he had been seeking and Shoto pulls his hips back until only the tip of his dick remains inside of her. He holds there for a second, enjoying the way her walls flutter around him before he unceremoniously thrusts back into her hard and fast. Her eyes go wide, head tipping back and mouth falling open on a cry.

Shoto doesn’t stop, doesn’t give either of them a chance to breath before he’s pulling back and shoving straight back in, moaning lowly as he sets a fast and unforgiving pace. The room fills with the slap of skin on skin and their ragged breathing. There’s no gentleness, just Shoto taking and taking, fucking into her like it’s the last thing he will ever do. “Harder,” Katsuki snarled, his hand coming down hard on Shoto’s ass and making his hips jerk forward. Clenching his jaw against the moan that wants to escape Shoto puts all his weight on one arm, hooking the other under her knee and pulling her leg up and out, splaying her open for him and picks up the pace.

It’s desperate and dirty, Y/N gasping and moaning, her nails biting into his arm as her grip tightens. It’s not like they hadn’t fucked like this before, Shoto consumed by his needs and uncaring of the marks he had left behind on her but it was always his choice, he decision to act like an animal, never because Katsuki had dictated it. He hated being forced into it but at the same time he could feel the heat coiling in his gut, muscles tensing as he raced ever closer to his climax.

“I said fuck her like you mean it, you useless fucking whore,” Katsuki snapped, bringing his hand down in three quick smacks, one on each cheek and the last low and between the two, dangerously close to his balls. It had Shoto flinging his head back, eyes screwing shut as he practically screamed at the sting on his sensitive skin. Panting he kept his eyes closed, dropping his hips and going as hard and fast as he physically can. His ass hurts, burning from the abuse and the three quick smacks had managed to chase of his impending orgasm but it was slowly building back up as he fucked into Y/N, her walls tightening around him as she raced closer to her own release. He knew her though, knew that this wouldn’t be enough for her to reach climax. If he moved though, dropping down onto one arm so he could get the other between them. It would pull at his hair, Katsuki not likely to ease his hold on it. It would hurt, that much was obvious but would it be worth it to finally find his release?

Another smack landed on his ass, Katsuki’s hand crackling with his quirk and sending a spark of heat out and up his spine. It wasn’t as bad as the others but he landed the hit directly on top of another one, the sting that much worse for it. “FUCK KATSUKI!” he cried out, jerking forward into Y/N, her sharp cry mixing in with his own. Behind him Katsuki laughed, “since you asked so nicely.” There was another quick slap to Shoto’s ass, this one more of a tap than anything and then Katsuki was gone, Shoto’s braid falling across his shoulder to pool on The bed once more.

He barely even registered Katsuki’s words, his mind clouded as he continued his almost frenzied pace. It wasn’t until he felt the brush of Katsuki’s suit trousers against his thigh, the bed dipping under the other mans weight that recognition sparked. “Don’t stop,” Katsuki grumbled, pinching at Shoto’s thighs when his thrusts started to slow. He yelped, picking up the pace again. His head fell forward, head resting against her shoulder and panting into her warm skin. Shoto was hyper aware of the man behind him though, the rustle of his clothes seeming loud in the room. “I hope your ready,” Y/N purred, nipping at Shoto’s ear and all he could do was moan, his lips dragging across her neck.

There was the crinkle of a wrapper, the snap of a bottle of lube being opened and then Y/Ns hands were sliding over his shoulders and down his back, her nails digging in to his still stinging ass as she pulled his cheeks apart. She rolled her hips up, meeting his thrusts and trying to pull him tighter against him. Shoto sucked in a breath as Katsuki’s slicked fingers brushed against his hole, pressing in as Shoto pushed back, his pace faltering slightly at the added sensation.

They had barely even pressed in to him before they were gone and something bigger was pushing against him. Shoto stilled, hips stuttering to a stop as Katsuki presses into him in one effortless thrust. It stung slightly, always did considering they didn’t do this often but Y/N had opened him up enough that it was bearable. Katsuki moaned behind him, something deep and rumbling, his hands flexing on Shoto’s hips. “Shit,” he hissed, hips stilling and buried as deep as he could get in Shoto, holding him still as he tried to regain his composure.

It was almost to much, Shoto feeling full and stretched to his limit whilst also being surrounded by the tight wet heat of Y/N. He pulled in a deep breath, cold air puffing out against Y/Ns heated skin and causing her to shiver. He felt like he was balancing on a knifes edge, to close to slipping and ending it all if either one of them moved. But they would and Shoto knew he wouldn’t last long after that.

One of Katsuki’s hands slid up Shoto’s back, his fingers curling around the side of his neck and thumb rubbing firmly at the top of his spine, the action soothing and helping to ground Shoto’s fraying nerves. “Always so tight and fucking perfect for me,” Katsuki groaned and Shoto couldn’t help but feel a wave of satisfaction and pride roll over him at the blondes comments. Katsuki’s hand moved from his neck, Shoto able to feel him pulling at his braid and undoubtedly wrapping it around his hand. He tugged at it gently until Shoto lifted his head so he could feel Y/Ns breath against his lips. His eyes fluttered open finding their faces close, their noses just brushing and breaths mingling. She was almost to close to focus, Shoto’s eyes falling closed again as he brushed their lips together in a barely there kiss.

A sharp tug on his hair had him pulling back with a hiss, Shoto turning his head enough to glare over his shoulder at Katsuki. He’s smirking, still in the remains of his suit and from the looks of it having only opened his trousers enough to get his dick out. He had a flush to his cheeks, red eyes dark and his eyeliner still perfectly done though his hair showed signs of having had fingers running through it. “I told you not to stop,” Katsuki smirked, raising an eyebrow at Shoto.

Never braking eye contact Katsuki began to pull out, just as slowly as he had pushed into him until just the head of his erection remained inside. “Come on love-“ Katsuki teased, the endearment sound almost mocking, “fuck her.” The hand on Shoto’s hip moved, hooking under Y/Ns knee and lifting her leg up and out, spreading her wider for him. “Please Shoto,” Y/N begged against the underside of his jaw, her lips cool against his left side. Groaning Shoto shut his eyes, turning his head back round and dropping his head as much as Katsuki grip would allow to find her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue invading her mouth instantly. She moaned into it, her hands flexing on his ass and getting notably colder, the almost icy touch easing some of the sting of Katsuki’s smacks.

Shoto pulled his lips away from hers, mouth sliding to her cheeks as he pulled in a deep breath. It was the only moment he gave himself to prepare for what was to come before he snapped his hips back and impaled himself on Katsuki’s erection. The grip on his hair tightened, Katsuki moaning loudly as Shoto muffled his own against Y/Ns jaw. Without taking a breath Shoto thrust forward again, the drag of Katsuki inside of him only matched by the clutch of Y/N around him.

Shoto set a fast pace, trying to get back to how he had been fucking Y/N before. It was maddening, how good it felt, Katsuki hitting his prostate on every other thrust and Y/N clenching around him as if she was trying to keep him inside. Her hands didn’t move from his ass, her grip tight and holding him open for Katsuki. The three of them were a mess of moans and gasps, Shoto trying desperately to keep some kind of rhythm but the closer he got to cumming the harder it became and soon he found himself faltering, his head dropping back down to Y/Ns shoulder and teeth digging in as he bit down, trying to muffle his wanton cries against her skin. He was close, his ass clenching down on Katsuki as the knot in his gut tightened. Bitting down harder he tried to force it back down, tried not to think about how good he felt being split open on Katsuki’s dick and fucking into Y/N but it was impossible not to, the pleasure making Shoto feel like he was vibrating with it.

The grip in his hair tightened and once again Shoto found his head being yanked backwards. His back arching as he thrust backwards onto Katsuki and ripping a loud cry from between his dry lips. “Oh no sweetheart. You don’t get to cum, not yet. Not till we do,” Katsuki growled, yanking on Shoto’s hair and snapping his hips forward. He wanted to sob, the desperate pleads for mercy on the tip of his tongue but he knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere, nor would asking Y/N to get herself off. Katsuki had made it clear that was Shoto’s job and if he didn’t perform the way Katsuki wanted there would be a punishment that Shoto knew he didn’t want.

Groaning he tugged at Katsuki’s hold slightly, the blonde easing his grip and allowing Shoto to drop down onto one arm. The position was awkward but Shoto managed to get his hand between them, his arm twisting until his hand was splayed across her lower abdomen, his thumb slipping between her slick folds to press against her clit. He warmed the digit, rubbing it firmly against her as he tried to pick up his rhythm again. A loud moan fell from her parted lips, Y/N tipping her head back against the pillows, her hips arching up into his messy thrusts and walls tightening around him. Shoto groaned at the added tightness, barely pushing back into Katsuki before he was thrusting forward again.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Katsuki growled in warning, pulling Shoto’s head back and forcing him to curve his spine once more. He sounded strained, like he was fighting back his own impending orgasm and Shoto couldn’t help but smirk at that, knowing the blonde was as close as he was. Katsuki let go of Y/Ns leg, his hand going back to Shoto’s hip and gripping it tightly. There would be bruises come morning, five little splotches of purple and yellow on Shoto’s pale skin that would be there for a few days to come. Bruises that all three of them would take great joy in prodding and poking.

“Please Katsuki,” Y/N whined as she tried to grind up against Shoto, desperately searching for her own release. “Yes,“ Katsuki hissed, his hips jerking forward into Shoto and forcing him as deep into Y/N as he could get. All three of them moaned, Y/N letting out a sharp cry that Shoto would recognise anywhere. She was close and Shoto tried to move his thumb quicker, pressing down and heating the digit up as he rubbed circles into her clit. “Come on Shoto, make her cum. Make her squeeze her tight little cunt around your dick and fucking scream my name.” Katsuki’s snarled out words had Shoto whining, hips rocking in quick sharp movements as he tried to get Y/N to cum before he did.

It didn’t take long, Y/N going tense under him. Her body arched against his, head thrown back and mouth open as she cried out Katsuki’s name to the ceiling. Her walls clenched around Shoto, gripping his dick tightly and it was only a miracle that kept him from coming in that moment. She whimpered and Shoto instantly showed his pace, quickly moving his hand away from her sensitive clit and braced himself against the bed. Shoto had every intention of stopping, of letting Y/N catch her breath and crawl out from under him so Shoto could sink down into the sheets and let Katsuki fuck him until he was crying with the need to cum but it seemed the blonde had other ideas.

Katsuki groaned, his grip on Shoto getting impossibly tighter. “My turn hot shot,” he teased and Shoto didn’t need to see him to know he was grinning like a maniac, all teeth and menacing. Katsuki was relentless, snapping his hip forward in quick sharp movements that had Shoto practically grinding into Y/N. She gasped, hands slipping from where she had been gripping at his ass to curl around the top of his thighs. Shoto could do nothing more than gasp, arms trembling as Katsuki continued to fuck into him hard and fast, his grip on Shoto’s hip keeping them up and at the perfect angle for him to hit his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting up his spine like electricity.

“Please,” he gasped, finally giving in as he fought to keep his impending orgasm back. “Again,” Katsuki growled, pulling Shoto’s head back even more with one sharp tug on his hair. “PLEASE!” he screamed, eyes going wide and hands scrambling to push himself up onto his hands and knees, pressing back into Katsuki’s thrusts only to be pushed forward and back into Y/N with the force it. “Please what? What do you want Shoto?” Eyes wide and slightly blurry he looked down at Y/N silently pleading for help. Her eyes still dark and full of arousal, flicked up to Katsuki. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, stifling her own little moan. Her eyes slid back to him, her grip on the back of his thighs tightening as she pulled him closer to her, urging him to continue. She gave him a quick nod, more of a jerk of her head before she let it fall back against the pillows and watched them with dark and hazy eyes.

“Want you to cum,” Shoto gasped, beginning to rock his hips back into Katsuki’s thrusts and letting the blonde drive him back into Y/N. “Please Katsuki. I want you to cum in me. Give it to me. Please Katsuki, Please,” Shoto begged, letting go of anything that had been keeping him from doing so. He didn’t look away from Y/N the whole time, gasping and moaning and just watching the shift on her face as she bit back her own sounds.

“FUCK!” Katsuki growled out, his pace picking up as his steady rhythm began to falter. “Such a fucking greedy slut for it. You want it? Want me to fill you up, huh slut?” Shoto moaned at Katsuki’s words, hurtling towards his end and desperately trying to keep it at bay. He wanted that, wanted to feel Katsuki’s cum sliding out of him and dripping down his thighs, to feel the man’s claim on him. He knew that Katsuki wouldn’t do that, that it was all talk in the heat of the moment but it didn’t stop him from groaning out a desperate ‘please’.

That’s all it seemed to take, Katsuki groaning loud and almost animalistic. His thrusts stuttered, grinding against Shoto’s sore ass as he finally came. “Cum for me,” he managed to grit out, continuing to grind against Shoto and like he had been waiting for the blondes permission that tight coiling feeling in his gut snapped and Shoto finally came, his whole body lighting up with it. It ripped through him, Shoto’s eyes screwing shut as he called out Katsuki’s name like it was the only thing he knew, all his muscles tensing as a bright white light burst behind his eyes.

Vaguely he was aware of Katsuki cursing, his hold on Shoto loosening and his arms finally gave out, Shoto collapsing forward onto Y/N, burying his face in her neck and practically gasping for breath. His whole body was shaking, his dick twitching and dragging little whimpers out of him. “Sush moy prints*. You’re okay. I’ve got you,” Y/N whispered into his ear, her voice a low and soothing murmur even if she did sound slightly breathless. Her hands were gently running up and down his back, Shoto completely unaware of when she had moved them and he let himself sink into the gentleness.

He groaned as Katsuki’s pulled out, the blonde holding his hips still to stop him trying to squirm. As soon as Katsuki had slipped free Shoto let himself his lower half down, practically putting all his weight all on Y/N. She didn’t complain though, just wrapped her legs around his and started to hum, her fingers ever so lightly dancing up and down his spine. It was soothing and Shoto quickly found his eyes dropping as his earlier tiredness started to creep back in, his ragged breathing evening out slightly and his rapidly beating heart gradually starting to slow.

He was sedated, his body aching but in a pleasant way and held in Y/Ns warm embrace he was content, quiet happy to let sleep take him. “Oi! Don’t fall asleep,” Katsuki barked and Shoto jerked awake, eyes heavy as he opened them. “Leave him be Katsuki. He’s had a long day.” Shoto murmured his agreement to that, letting his eyes close again and nuzzling into the crock of her neck. It had been a really long day and Katsuki had left him feeling exhausted and he thought he deserved to sleep for at least ten hours. Would be even better if those ten hours were spent with his head resting on Y/Ns breast and Katsuki curled around him.

“I know that-” Katsuki snapped, the sound of clothes rustling as the blonde assumedly started to take his suit off, “but his fat ass will crush you and I am not dealing with you bitching about cramped thighs and crushed tits.” Y/N huffed, shifting slightly as if to get more comfortable and prove Katsuki wrong but the movement reminded Shoto that he was still inside of her. “Not fat,” he grumbled but he moves all the same, groaning as her walls flutter around his softened and sensitive dick. He’s slowly and lethargic, not even opening his eyes as he blindly gropes at himself to pull the condom off. Someone takes it from him and he mumbles his thanks before moving to the side and dropping back down onto the bed.

He snuggles into Y/Ns side, one arm sling over her waist and head resting on her chest, one leg still tangled around hers. He tucks his head under her chin, Y/N humming in what he thinks is content as she snuggles into him, her arm wrapping around him so her fingers can continue their gentle stroking along his spine. “Why are you always so useless after sex?” Katsuki mumbles, the bed dipping as he sits on the edge behind Shoto. He should take offence to that but Katsuki wasn’t necessarily wrong. Shoto did like to cuddle afterwards and when he was this tired he did become rather useless until he had at least gotten a nap. Maybe he was just getting old.

Yawning Shoto was mostly on his way to being asleep when he felt Katsuki’s hands on his tenders ass, his touch as gentle as it could be as he began to rub a soothing cream into his abused flesh. “Hurts,” he hissed, his body tensing slightly. It stung more than anything, the cream cold and easing some of the burn just like Y/Ns cold hands had. He would be tender the next day, would probably be able to feel it every time he moved let alone sat down and he would have to be careful around the boys unless they started to ask questions that he would need Y/N to help get him out off.

“Sorry,” Katsuki mumbled, his thumbs pressing into the underside of his cheeks. “Kiss it better,” Shoto mumbled jokingly, wrapping himself tighter around Y/N. She snorted, pressing her smile into Shoto’s forehead, her hand stilling and fingers slipping under his braid to rub at the base of his skull. “Cheeky little shit,” Katsuki huffed, pinching at the top of Shoto’s thigh. He let out a little yelp, trying to jerk away from the new sting but Katsuki’s hand curled around his thigh, keeping him in place. Shoto lifted his head enough to look over his shoulder and glared at the other man, Katsuki raising an eyebrow at him and a small smirk tugging up the corner of his lips. He was naked now, sat by Shoto’s hips and body turned towards them. He didn’t brake eyes contact as he leant down, brushing his lips gently across the swell of Shoto’s ass. He sucked in a breath, Katsuki smirking as he placed a delicate kiss on one of the red splotches Shoto could see.

“All better,” Katsuki mumbled, pulling away from Shoto and climbing off the bed. Groaning he let his head fall back to Y/Ns chest, ignoring both hers and Katsuki’s laughter. He listened to Katsuki moving around, turning off lights and moving clothes out of the way so none of them would trip over them in there sleep heavy haze in the morning, mumbling and cursing about Y/Ns abandoned dress. The bed dipped again as Katsuki climbed in, throwing another blanket over them so Shoto wouldn’t have to move off the duvet. He was far to comfy now and moving would just be a request to far for his tired mind and exhausted body.

Katsuki slips in next to him, pressing his chest against Shoto’s side and draping his arm across him to rest his hand on Y/Ns stomach. Her hand moves from Shoto’s hair, giving Katsuki room to nuzzle at the base of his neck, pressing a few light kisses there. “Love you,” Shoto mumbled, voice heavy with sleep. “ya tozhe tebya lyublyu moy prints,” Y/N whispered against the top of his head, brushing a kiss against his forehead. “What she said,” Katsuki grumbled against his back, sounding just as tired as Shoto felt. There was the sharp smack of skin hitting skin, Katsuki grunting. “Fucking fine. I love you too,” he grumbled, shoving his face against the back of Shoto’s neck.

Shoto hummed, letting the silence settle over him and finally let sleep sink in. He was warm and content, wrapped within the others embrace and sure he could probably do with a shower again but he didn’t want to move for anything over than a life or death emergency. Vaguely he was aware of Katsuki and Y/N talking over him but he couldn’t pick out what they were saying, the gentle murmur of their voices easing him deeper into sleep. His body ached, a pleasant buzz thrumming through his body and making him feel lose and relaxed.

Shoto wanting to return the favour and he very much liked the idea of tying Katsuki to the bed, cock ring in place as he and Y/N used him for their own pleasure, until he was crying from frustration and over stimulation. It was a tempting idea and as he finally gave into sleep, his dreams were filled with tear filled red eyes and a look of desperation.

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