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#reactions and we had a little of forehead rests and it was just so warm and i didnt leave his side and i missed him i missed him
baby-dr1ver · 6 months
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kinktober <3
wearing the others clothes
oscar x reader
Oscars POV: It was  along day of of going over data and Andrea making me and Lando color in the lines. Track limits were a bitch, but I felt worse for Lando than me. I already texted Y/N that I was on my way back to the hotel, and I would bring dinner. She hadn’t texted back but, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. Working remotely had it’s perks, like getting to travel with me to almost every race. 
I struggle to open the door with everything in my hand, and I expected for Y/N  to run and help as soon as I was through the door. Instead, I was met with silence, the lights were dimmed and I didn’t see her anywhere. I set things down on the dresser and called her name a few times. “Babe? Y/N?” I sat on the bed heavily, and heard a small groan. I turned to face the lump on the bed, that I missed the first time, and saw her head poking out the top. I pulled the blankets away from her face and saw a familiar number on the back of her hoodie. My number to be exact, she’s wearing my hoodie. We haven’t been together long, well,  10 months to be exact. I guess that could be a long time. Either way, she hasn’t worn anything of mine yet, I mean she has her own Mclaren merch and she looks amazing in it. But it’s a different feeling when she’s wearing my clothes, and she smells like me. It makes me chest warm and fuzzy. 
Instead of waking her, I change out of my own gear and climb into bed next to her. She makes a small noise when I pull her back against me, but settles as soon as I kiss her temple and squeeze her waist. I push my face into her neck, taking in her scent mixed with mine. This…this was a different feeling then just seeing her in my clothes this was..this stirred something new in him. 
He didn’t ponder for long, the alluring smells and feelings pulled him into sleep. 
He texted her the next day to let her know that a car would be there to pick her up before the race started. He had to be in the garage extra early to meet with Zak and his strategist. Starting P1 was big, huge even. As a rookie I was not supposed to be having this great of a season, 2 podiums in a row? Unheard of. 
It was 15 min until the race started and I made my way out of the garage to see everyone before I started my last minute prep. I spotted Y/N talking to one of my engineers and laughing and fuck me did she look gorgeous. She’s wearing my team shirt with my name and number on it, how do you know it’s yours do you ask? Because it’s about three sizes to big on her-and she’s got my favorite pair of jeans she owns on, they’re baggy and they make her look quite tall. And her hair is in a little half do thing, she’s got braids framing her face with ribbons tied at the end. She knows I love when she uses bows in her hair, makes her look so innocent and pure. 
She found me and waved me over. “Osc!” My legs were on auto pilot, my body magnetized to hers and she wrapped me in a hug. “Hi baby, glad you made it. Is that my shirt?” I asked nonchalantly. She pulls away, “yeah sorry, the rest of my papaya things were dirty.” She frowns and looks down. “I should have asked first I’m sor-” 
“No hey, I love it. You don’t ever have to ask to wear my clothes baby.” She blushed and looked down at her feet. I giggled at her reaction, and I lean forward to kiss her forehead. One of my hands found it;s way under her shirt (read: mine) to rest along her stomach. It was nothing new for either of us, it was a comfort to both. However, what was new was a thick band where her underwear would be. Upon furher investigation, oh fuck oh fuck she’s wearing my boxers. For fucks sake mate do not get a boner right now, it is not the time. 
“Is there anything of mine you aren’t wearing? Your dedicated, boxers and everything.” She looked up at me with a guilty look. “I was in a rush this morning, I over slept big time,  and it was the first bottoms I found. The jeans are mine and my soxs-well the socks are Lando’s merch. The white ones with the ‘LN4’ stitched on the side.” As she lifted her pant leg so I could see, a nasty feeling bloomed in my chest. I didn’t like that she was wearing anything associated with Lando. 
“You know what, I have some socks in my drivers room, you can wear those. No need to wear those pesky things.” I started to pull her towards the hallway that led to my room when she stopped me once we were out of earshot of people. “Oscar! What is going on love? You seemed fine just a minute ago, now your in a tizzy.” She had that stance, the mom stance is what I affectionately called it. Hands on her hips, one leg popped out, not good. 
I sighed, “I just, your MY y/n, not Landos. I want you to wear my things.” I mumbled the last part, as if she wouldn’t catch on. 
Y/N pouted and cupped my cheeks, pushing up on her toes to kiss me. 
“Your y/n, my ozzy. Always.” She scrunched her nose as she rubbed it with mine. “And I will totally change into your socks if it makes you feel better.” 
I laughed at her statement. I was being stupid, I was the one that went home with her every night, not Lando, not anyone. 
“Nah it’s fine, you’ve got a big 81 on your back, I think everyone knows who your here for.” And with that, I leave her to get ready for the race. 
P2, P fucking 2. The gap between me and Max was still big but,  managed to defend myself against my own teammate. 
After the podium celebrations and I had packed up my things to leave, I found Y/N consoling Lando, giving him a small sympathy pat. She said her goodbyes and made her way over to me, taking her bag and coat from me. “Everything okay?” I nodded over to Lando. “Yeah he was just giving me more socks, you jealous?” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows and giggled. I laughed along with her, shaking my head, and started to pull her towards the waiting car. “Good because you, get to pull all your clothes off me when we get back.” I whipped my head towards her. She already had a slight flush on her cheeks, rocking on her heels as we stood outside the car. I didn’t even know what to say yet, I just ushered her in the backseat and urged the driver to move as fast as he could. 
I pushed Y/N through the door of our hotel room, locking it and using the DND sign. I was about to wreck her and I did not need anyone knocking in the morning. 
I had her up against the wall, opposite of the bed. Her hands were in my hair, tugging every which way, taking control of the kiss. I let her think that she was in charge for a couple of more kisses before I pushed off the wall and pulled her onto the bed. Y/N squealed as I landed on top of her, my hands went under her shirt, pushing it up her chest and leaving small marks as more skin was exposed. “Baby… need you inside me please.” 
How could I say no? I groaned and got her shoes and pants off, leaving her in my boxers and shirt. “Is it..is it bad that I kinda wanna keep you in this?” I took a step back and looked down at the love of my life. She laughed and wiggled her hips. I watched her hands go under her back, and pulled her bra off her body. 
“How about..I take these off,” Y/N said as she seductively slid my boxers off. “and I’ll keep this on so you can see just who I belong to. Because it’s your number I wear every race.” 
She smiled up at me, that god damn smile. Could make the whole world fall at her feet with that smile, and that sparkle in her eye. And the way she looked naked with nothing but my shirt on. The shirt she wants to wear, just to let everyone know that she’s mine. 
She beckons me over, opening her legs further. I glide my hand down her leg to meet at her sickly sweet opening, dripping just for me. “Do you need me to…or can we skip it tonight?” I asked sheepishly. Not that I wouldn’t love to finger her until her legs went numb, I’m just to worked up for it. 
She laughs at my sudden shy demeanor, I’ve blown her back out many times before and I was never shy asking about prep. “Yeah Osc, I’m good. Have been since you practically were feral at the fact that I wasn’t wearing your socks. Didn’t know you were so possessive.”
I laughed and starting stripping myself of my clothes and grabbing a condom. Wrap it before you tap it kids. 
“Yeah I didn’t either.” I push the condom over my aching member and rub the tip against her clit. Getting back at her for the teasing earlier.  I looked up at her as I paused at her hole, silently asking for permission. She nodded meakly and I slowly pushed in. 
Y/N gasped and held onto my forearms for a moment. “Osc, baby…take the condom off.” 
My eyes widen. “W-what?” Was she insane? Yeah she was actually insane. “Mhm, I’m on birth control, you know this.” I just stared at her. We, in all of our month of dating, have never fucke raw. Hell I’ve never done that, with anyone. “Are you sure? You know the pill isn’t always affective.” Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed on my stomach so I’d fall out of her. She slowly pulled the condom off and stroked my dick a few times. “That’s what the morning after pill is for.” So much for wrap it before you tap it. 
She guided me back to her pussy and just the feeling of her soaking me put me on edge. Without a single warning, I thrust into her. And fuck me was it perfect, she was perfect. We both couldn’t breath for a minute. She had her head push back into the pillows and I grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at me. “Eyes on me sweet girl.” I wish I could take a picture, capture the pensive look on her face. The scrunch of her nose, the way her lips part to say my name. She grabs the hand under her jaw and slides it against her own, intertwining our fingers and laying them against the bed. Ah, now i get it. 
“Oh sweetheart, you need me to hold your hand huh?” I fake pout down at her as I start a slow rhythm. “Shut up, oh fuck Osc.” Her back bows as I lift her legs over my hips, making me hit deeper. 
All that can be heard throughout the room is skin colliding and y/n’s whines of pleasure. Watching her like this, wearing my number, my winning number, fuck me I don’t know what heaven looks or sounds like but it’s this. “Jesus Christ, this was such a b-bad ah! Bad idea, fuck I’m gonna cum to quickly.”  She smiled and brought my hand to her throat, knowing how much the control turned me on. 
“C’mon Ozzy, baby, cum in me. please god want it so bad.” Y/N gasped out as I lightly squeezed her throat. The pace I set was bruising, the thought of getting to cum inside my girl, my Y/N-
With my free hand I reached down to play with her clit, determined to get her to cum before me. She pushed her throat against my hand as she moaned my name and came. I could see the white ring form around the base of my cock, that pushing my to cum in her. 
let’s just say it’s not the last time she’ll be wearing my number.
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𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻: 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓽
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Content Includes: Wolf!San x fem!reader, overstimulation, post-rut San, passionate and needy sex, ROUGH SEX, praise (SO MUCH OF IT!), kissing, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (don't do it!), San calls reader 'princess', dirty talk, primal play, size kink, aftercare
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You inhaled a long drag of your cigarette as you fidgeted aimlessly on the porch, staring out into the dark abyss of woodland and shrubbery on this lonely night. 
He always came back, that was one of the many things you could rely on with San. 
‘Come on…where are you?’ 
You whispered to yourself with bated breath as you finished the last of your cigarette before stamping it out on the ground. 
‘Right here, princess’ 
A squeal of fright filled the air as San’s murky shadow appeared from behind you, muffling your squeals as he buried your face in the warmth of his chest. 
‘Shhh, shhh sorry baby, I didn’t meant to scare you’ 
There was an air of playfulness to his voice as he stroked your hair, pressing little kisses against your temple and shielding you from the crispness of the air. 
‘Don’t do that! You could have been a serial killer!’ 
You swatted playfully at his chest and pushed him lightly, frustration and anxiety evident in your eyes as your mind adjusted to the man in front of you. 
‘Mmm’ He chuckled as he began to rub circles into your hips, smirking mischievously at your reaction. 
‘Not while I’m here to protect and love you’ 
The soft touch of San’s lips to your forehead contrasted heavily against his hurried footsteps and the grip on his fingers on your clothed arse as he pushed you gently against the door. 
‘I’m just a lonesome wolf who missed his sweet princess while I was gone’. 
His voice was slightly whiney as he buried his head in your neck, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck and his voice rumbled against your skin. 
‘You don’t want to rest first?’ You bargained, trying to remain logical as your werewolf boyfriend smothered himself against you, attempting to suppress the desire you were already feeling. 
‘Nope…not tired’ 
The latch of the door unlocked and a clamber of hurried limbs and uncoordinated footwork wound up with your back on the carpet, San’s warm and toned body pressing you into the floor. 
Heavy pants and sudden anticipation filled the room as you stared up at San, his loving but hungry gaze staring back at yours. 
San’s nude torso and back were covered with a sheen of exertion, his black hair messy and hanging in his eyes, fresh jeans now ripped and the veins in his arms and neck flexed and taut. 
The limbal rings around his eyes were of an amber hue and now you knew why he was so needy, his body had shifted back to being human…his mind…not so much. 
‘Are you hungry?’
The question was asked out of kindness for San’s wellbeing but then San raised his eyebrow and shifted his hips against yours suggestively. 
Yeah, you definitely walked your way into that one…or ran. 
‘Everytime I’m with you princess’. 
San leaned down to press his lips against yours. 
And he was hungry, his kisses were desperate and dominant as he pried his tongue into your mouth, teeth nipping into your bottom lip, his hands supporting himself as he pressed his weight against yours. 
‘I want to hear you scream for me tonight princess’ 
He spoke as he made his way down your neck, nipping and biting as his wolf senses took over and eagerly wanted to mark you, to claim his stake, have you wet and pliant under his fingers and tongue. 
‘Take you apart piece by piece, have you cum for me and then I’ll do it over and over again’. 
‘Ahhh!’ You screamed out in surprise as San ripped your shirt apart with his bare hands, his eyes darkening in lust more when he saw your exposed chest, sans bra. 
Teeth and tongue were immediately on your nipple as he pressed his face against your sternum, inhaling your scent and the sound of him growling against your skin sent shivers down your spine. 
Random praises and compliments were breathed into your skin as San trailed down your body, leaving hickeys and love bites you were sure to wear as a token of San for a few days. 
‘I love you’, ‘you’re so beautiful’, ‘fuck i can’t wait to have my cock inside of you’. 
San eagerly and with rushed hands removed your tights and chucked them beside you, taking the time to stare at your flushed cheeks, open thighs, hard nipples and staring up at him with absolute adoration. 
‘I’m so happy you’re mine, my special princess’ 
He leaned back up to press one last passionate kiss to your mouth, placing a few pecks before pulling away to trail back down your body before settling his face against your crotch. 
Your body jumped as San inhaled deeply as he nuzzled his nose over your clothed mound, his lashes fluttering as he let out a moan. 
‘You smell amazing, I want to bury my face in your cunt and lick you clean’. 
He felt your fingers brush his hair back and push his head eagerly back down, lifting your hips up slightly in a sign of neediness for him to continue. 
‘Then do it- I’m yours to take’. 
‘Fuck princess, don’t get me started’
The comment boosted his need for you even further and you watched as he pulled your underwear down your legs, removing it around each ankle and leaving it on the floor. 
There was no time to prepare before San had gripped your thighs and eagerly dived in, his tongue swiping through your folds and laving over your clit. 
‘Your sweet cunt always tastes the best after a rut, it’s like it’s been missing me while I’ve gone’ 
He murmured into your crotch as he focused on your clit, licking, sucking and nibbling the swollen bud with his teeth and tongue as his primal senses took over and his entire focus was making you squirm under his touch. 
San’s absence had left your body all sensitive and touch-starved and much to your chagrin- it wasn’t long before you were almost cumming from San’s ravenous attention on your clit alone. 
‘Baby…I’m-Mmmmmm!’ 
Your hips kicked back and your thighs spasmed as your orgasm hit you quickly, back arching and hands gripping San’s hair. 
‘Mmmm…good girl…my good princess…not done though…want more’ 
His moans and hums of pleasure vibrated through your core as he moved to slide your cum and slick on his tongue, using it as wetness so he could lick your clit again, the tip of his tongue rolling around the sides and then grazing the underside, sucking it in between his teeth and repeating over and over again. 
‘San..fuck! So close…mmm, almost there!’ 
You could feel your cunt clench around nothing as you climaxed again, San’s strong hands preventing your legs from closing as his movements slowed down, eventually stopping. 
‘Delicious…so fucking delicious’ 
He propped himself up and stared at you with glazed eyes and your slick making his lips raw, wet and shiney. 
All logic had left San’s brain and he was consumed with the thoughts of ruining his sweet princess over and over again, having you spread out underneath him, cock inside of you, hearing you pant and whine until your voice gave out. 
‘The bed San…’ 
Clumsy arms reached out for San’s support as you tried to sit up, knowing full well that he would fuck you on the carpet if he could. 
‘Take me to bed…fuck me there’. 
No words were spoken as San hauled you up off the floor and carried you over his shoulder, his strength and sheer power causing you to burn even more for his touch. 
Your torn shirt and San’s jeans and briefs were discarded on the floor and you quickly gathered yourself on your bed, your head on a pillow and another stuffed under your hips. 
‘Look at you, getting ready for me to fuck you open and raw, such a filthy princess…MY filthy princess’ 
He pumped his cock a few times, the muscles in his chest and forearms flexing with every twist and pull. 
‘Princess has been missing you Sannie, am all ready for you baby’. 
San kneeled in front of you as he pressed your knees to your chest, folding you into a mating press before pushing his cock into you, roughly, eagerly and bottoming out in one slide. 
‘Aww, so wet, tight and perfect for me’ 
He kissed you again, radiating his love and passion for you through his lips and gaze. 
You could taste yourself in his kiss and your body trembled under the sudden intrusion, the angle filling you whole and your body and cunt already feeling exposed like a live wire. 
‘Fuck you’re so hard San, can feel you deep’. 
A deep moan filled the air as San pulled out,all the way to the tip before thrusting back in with a hard snap of his hips. 
There was no talking for awhile, just San’s grunts and groans mixing with your whines and whimpers as he fucked you roughly but with passion. 
Even with San’s wolf influence murking his presence, you could still feel the overwhelming love he had for you. 
His piercing gaze showed his love, his kisses and little nips to your mouth were filled with love, the snap of his hips and the way his body covered yours, his aura was filled with the utmost love and care he had for you. 
And he did love you, more than you know, more than he could confess and feeling you underneath him and clutching him against you, how needy and pliant you were while he fucked you…
The bubble in his heart burst and his final defence was blown, leaving him to express unwavering affection for you as he was close to chasing his release. 
‘My special princess, you’re always taking care of me, looking after me…I miss you so bad when I’m away baby…I- hah! W-want to protect you, keep you-mmm! keep you safe, fill you over and over again until your pretty cunt is dripping with me…’
San released inside of you with a husky groan and a stuttering of his hips, moving his hands from your knees to clutch at the headboard, burying himself as far as he could inside of you. 
‘Baby…Sannie..please, please..so close!’
Your body was shaking with electric jolts and you could feel your body tremble around him, shaking with overstimulation and the need for release, your body close to giving out but needing more to reach your peak. 
‘I got you princess, let me help you cum’ 
He gently grabbed your right hand, pressing a few kisses to your knuckles before placing it over your mound. 
You roughly circled your clit with hasty fingers, San eyeing you intently as he slowly grinded into your g-spot, the added stimulation rapidly helping you to your peak. 
‘I can feel you clenching around me princess, you’re so close aren’t you baby?’ 
San hummed those words into your ear as he pressed kisses against the side of your face, knowing the praise is what you needed. 
‘Be a good girl for me mmmh? Show me how pretty your face is when you cum okay? Want to see my pretty princess cum for me’
And it worked, your body arched and muscles spasming as you came with a whimper, your head buried in San’s shoulder. 
Both your breathing quieted down as the room begin to spin less and normalise, your fingers softly running down San’s sweat-covered back. 
‘Rest for awhile baby, I’m not finished with my special princess yet’. 
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Author Note: Happy Halloween and this was my first time writing werewolf smut because that performance video absolutely ruined me and I just couldn't help myself.
I was team vampire!San but after that performance cover...team were!wolf San all the way now!!
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alert-arlert · 10 months
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study date.
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↳ armin arlert x afab!reader 
↳ 18+ MINORS DNI, [awkward] smut, established relationship, modern university au, no power dynamics
↳ summary: what started as an innocent study date quickly turns into you jumping your boyfriend’s bones. maybe you are a sapiosexual, and maybe armin likes feeling a bit objectified.
↳ wc: 3.8k
↳ cw: no power dynamics, mentions of reader wearing panties, two (2) spanks, cunnilingus
↳ a/n: it’s been so long since i’ve last written something, so i’m quite rusty and nervy. please be kind <3
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Two hours into the study session with Armin, and you can’t help but feel guilty. He is trying so hard to teach you in a way that’s easy to understand, but all you can focus on is him. Him in his comfortable and cozy attire, which was made up of grey sweats and a navy hoodie, the way his eyes shined behind his glasses, his lips as they moved to form the words you are supposed to be listening to in order to do well on your exam next week, the way his cologne seems to waft off him in gentle waves in an attempt to slowly intoxicate you (and yes, it was working). “-and that’s how you do a one-way analysis of variance,” he says, grinning as he circles the answer with his pencil before looking towards you, “Does that make sense? Do you understand how we got that answer?” 
Obviously he wasn’t talking down to you - he never did whenever he offered to help you, truly wanting to see you succeed and understand these tough concepts - but just the way he said it, so sincerely with an air of confidence that he often didn’t showcase has you pressing your thighs together. “Yeah.” a lie, but you didn’t want to see him disappointed in you.
His blue eyes light up as he smiles at you, proudly, “Okay, good! Now I want you to solve this -” Armin turns the textbook towards you and points at one of the questions, “- question here.” 
Your eyes follow him to see where he’s pointing, taking in the veins on his hand and slender fingers before looking at the textbook. “Think you can solve that one for me?” His voice is soft and caring, as he takes in your reaction to the problem at hand. 
You nod, lying once again. Armin leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m gonna grab us some drinks while you get started.” 
 You watch as he stands up, making his way across the smooth floor of the kitchen to the refrigerator, before looking back down at the horrendous sight of the statistics textbook. Quietly sighing to yourself, you try to focus on the question at hand; but just as quickly as that attempt had come, it leaves - dragging your concentration and imagination with it. The thought of Armin under you, blush sitting high on his cheeks and slowly spreading down his neck to his chest as you ride him, your hand on the smooth and toned skin, listening to his voice break off into airy moans and gasps…
You squeeze your thighs together again, doing little to ease the ache forming between your legs. The sound of a glass being settled on the table snaps you out of your little day dream. “Are you feeling okay?” Armin asks, brows furrowed as he sits back down, gently placing the back of his hand to your forehead, “You seem a little out of it today.” 
Unconsciously, you lean into his touch, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch upwards and a light pink to dust his cheeks. “You feel a little warm.”
At his observation, you groan, leaning forward to rest your head on your arms on top of the table. You could already start to feel the uncomfortable stickiness in your underwear the longer you sit and listen to Armin talk. And you felt so wrong for having these thoughts when all he was doing was caring for you and trying so hard to get you to understand your studies. He smooths his hand over your hair, calling your name gently, “It’s okay. It’s definitely a tricky concept, even when we’re feeling our best. How about we take a break?” 
Your clit throbs pathetically at his kind words. This must be a pathetic show, watching you struggle with something he finds so easy - you know it would be for anyone else, at least, but not for him. This only serves to make you crave him more. You sigh once again, turning your head to look at him, cheek still smushed against your arm. “Hi, baby.” He says, smiling a bit as he smooths his thumb over your brow bone.
“Can… can we have sex?” Your question gets quieter around ‘sex’, embarrassed about voicing your needs and just how desperate you’ve become during the two hours he has been over. 
Armin’s movements come to a halt as the blood visibly rushes to his cheeks, quickly painting him red to the tips of his ears. He opens his mouth to respond, but no sound comes out. You sit up quickly, knocking his hand off you by accident, waving your hands to try and clear your embarrassment from the air, “If you don’t want to, that's totally fine, ‘Min!” 
He opens his mouth to reply, but you continue your ramble, “Just… just give me, like, thirty minutes and we can continue, okay?”
You stand up from your chair, and begin to try and maneuver around your study spot to leave, but Armin grabs your hand before you’re able to leave the area. “Wait. Is that why you’ve been so spacey today?” he asks, a gentle lightheartedness evident in his voice, the redness in his cheeks unfading. 
You hum, looking away from him as you shift your weight between your feet. This only makes an airy chuckle escape his lips as he tugs you closer to his seated form, “C’mere.” 
After situating yourself to straddle him, you press your face into the crook of his neck to hide your embarrassment. Though, Armin can still feel the warmth emitting from your cheeks. Gently, you rub your face against the soft fabric of his sweater, which reminds him of a cat trying to mark their territory. His hand trails gently down your back before following the same path back up. “To answer your question,” Armin says lowly, moving his head so he’s closer to yours, “I would love to have sex with you.” 
Your heart flutters at his words. Despite being in a relationship with him for a few years now, he still manages to have this strong of an effect on you - making you feel like a teenager with a crush. Slowly, you move your face away from his neck and see him smiling at you. You press your palms flat against his chest, slowly moving them up to cup his jaw as if you’re trying not to scare him or let him know how desperate you are for him. 
Your kisses start off soft and slow, but quickly progress into feverish ones as your senses begin to cloud over with him. Armin squeezes your hips, tugging you closer to him so your fronts are pressed firmly together. He sighs into your mouth at the contact, breaking off into a moan when you begin to rut yourself against him. One of your hands moves from his jaw to the back of his head, grabbing the hair there and pulling his head back to expose his neck. He groans, eyes screwing shut at the sting, but he’d be lying if he said the sharp sting on his scalp didn’t cause blood to rush down to his cock, making him a bit light headed from how fast he was hardening under you. Your teeth scrape over his Adam’s apple, quickly followed by your tongue to soothe any ache left behind. Armin shudders as you continue your loving assault on his neck. Your hand squeezes between your bodies to palm his cock over his sweatpants, pouting in frustration against his neck when you realize that Armin’s only half-hard. “‘M so wet it hurts,” you whine, continuing your ministrations on his cock, “Need you hard. Need your dick inside me, now.”
He lets out a shaky breath at your words, one of his moving up your body to cup your cheek to bring your lips to his once again. Hearing your depraved words - how bad you want him -  has him feeling incredibly warm all over and has him fully erect in his sweats. You grin at the feeling, moving quickly to take his sweater off. “Eager?” it’s more of a statement, rather than a question. 
“It hurts.” you whine again, grabbing ahold of his wrist and guiding his hand between your legs. 
Armin cups your cunt over your sweatpants, pressing his palm firmly against you which causes you to unintentionally buck your hips against his hand. You grab ahold of his shoulders to keep your balance, your nails accidentally leaving crescent indents on his skin. “Let me ease the ache.” he whispers as he noses along your jaw, pressing a chaste kiss below your ear that sends a shiver down your spine. 
He removes his hand from between your legs, trailing up to grab the bottom of your shirt, “May I?”
Nodding, you remove your hands from his shoulders to raise your arms slightly so that Armin can remove your top with ease. Before your shirt can even hit the ground, you’re pushing yourself up against him to feel his skin on yours. He sighs immediately at the contact. No matter how long you’ve been together, or how many times you’ve done this, he will never get used to the euphoria that spreads throughout his body when he feels your skin on his.Armin can’t help but wonder what exactly has you so worked up… perhaps you were ovulating? He tries not to think too hard about it, wanting to stay in the moment with you. Almost as soon as your skin touches his, you’re pulling away to shuffle off his lap. He whines at the loss of weight and warmth on him, and he reaches out to pull you back. You giggle, swatting his hands away, “I need to take my pants off, give me a second.”
His head falls back, complaining in an overdramatic fashion; but, as soon as he hears the tell tale sound of clothes moving against skin, his head is back up to take in your figure. Armin watches intently as you slowly pull your sweatpants down your legs, revealing the plush of your thighs with every passing second. As soon as they reach your ankles, you’re kicking them off towards your discarded shirt. His eyes trail up your legs, finally stopping once they reach the space between your hips. Plain grey cotton panties hug your hips, covering your cunt but not covering enough to hide the patch of dark grey that spreads from the top of your lips and hides between your legs. His mouth practically waters at the sight of your arousal. Based off your choice of underwear, you weren’t planning on fucking him before he got here, so something he did made you this wet and desperate for his touch? The thought makes his cock throb. You reach your arms behind you, unclasping your bra and tossing it aside with the rest of your clothes. A gentle smile takes over his features as he soaks in the newly revealed skin, “You’re so pretty.”
You smile bashfully, feeling your cheeks warm up at his gaze and soft words. Slowly, you begin to pull your panties down your legs. Thin strings of arousal slowly stretch and break as your panties get further and further away from your cunt. Armin catches a small sway of your body when you lift one of your feet to step out of your underwear, and he’s quick to reach out to steady you. His hand is soft and warm against your skin.
Instead of discarding your underwear with the rest of your clothes, you keep it in your palm. You lean in close to Armin’s face to whisper as you tuck the arousal-stained panties into the pocket of his sweatpants, “You can use them for your little perverted fantasies later.” 
His whole body feels like it was lit on fire, burning him from the inside, as the humiliation sets in. Armin whimpers, and you take that as your cue to pull his sweatpants and boxer briefs down his thighs without taking them off fully, just enough for his stiff cock to be free from their confines. You’re quick to snap out of your daze, looking up at him, “I need to go grab a condom from my room. I’m ovulating.”
He chuckles a bit at his suspicion being confirmed.  “I have a couple in my bag.” Armin nods towards his bag on the floor. 
Now it’s your turn to giggle, “You were expecting this to happen?”
He shrugs, smiling bashfully, “Gotta be prepared, you know.”
“Slut.” You tease, before turning to fish through his bag for a condom. 
When your fingers finally make contact with the packaging, you pull it out of the bag and hold it up triumphantly to show Armin. You’re quick to rip open the packaging, and roll it over his length. You rest your hands on his shoulders, straddling him once more. “Need you in me,” you whine, right hand sliding down his chest to hover around his cock, “Can I?”
Armin nods, a soft sigh leaving his lips at the contact, “Please.”
That was all the confirmation you needed, grabbing hold of the base of his cock and lining yourself up. Slowly, you begin to settle down on him. Once you’re fully seated on him, all that is heard is a soft moan from you and a hitch in Armin’s breathing. His head falls back, eyes screwed shut and hands gripping your hips. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent indents on his skin. You watch as his Adam’s apple bops, and you lean forward to nip at it before licking a fat stripe up his neck causing Armin to whimper. 
Slowly, you begin to rock yourself on his cock, gradually picking up the pace. You lean forward, pressing your breasts against Armin’s chest. “Kiss me.” You all but beg. 
He moves his head, smiling at you as he leans in, catching your lips with his. Your hands move up from his shoulders to cup his jaw and his stay firmly planted on your hips to help your movements. The longer the kissing continues, the more desperate you both start to feel. As your pace picks up, the kissing turns into more moaning into eachothers mouths and hands trying to grab ahold of anything the other has to offer. It’s clunky and awkward, but it feels so good and so right. “Shit.” Armin groans, beginning to feel himself unravel at the seams.
“Spank me.” you whine into his ear. 
Armin’s cock throbs at your words, and he places a quick slap to your ass. You mean and cling to him more, grinding on his cock. “Harder…” you whine, pulling your face away from him to look at him. He practically groans when you look at him, seeing how completely desperate you are. He nods, landing a harder slap to your ass. The sting has you moaning and clenching down on his cock, your forehead falling to rest on his shoulder. 
The feeling of you against him, warm and unrelenting in riding him, using him to reach your own end without much care if he’s reaching his, has him feeling the knot inside him falling apart faster than ever. You were treating him, consciously or not, as some toy in your collection and it had him too dizzy to even speak or think; however, his quickly approaching end had him moaning out, “W-wait. Slow down-”
But it was too late. White hot pleasure scorched his skin from the inside out, causing him to screw his eyes shut and groan as his forehead rests on your shoulder. Your pace slows down, scratching his undercut as you help him through the end of his orgasm. You can feel the heat radiating from his face as you come to a stop, continuing petting his hair. “How’re you feeling, handsome?” 
“I love you.” is all he replies.
You giggle, pressing a kiss to the part of his head you can reach, “I love you too.”
“I’m sorry.”
You nudge his head softly with your shoulder, manoeuvring him to look at you, hands cupping his cheeks. “Don’t be. It was hot,” you wink, watching him get increasingly more flustered, “I know my pussy is too much for you to handle anyway.”
A dreamy sigh of “Yeah” falls from his lips, and you kiss the tip of his nose as a reward for his answer. You reach between your bodies, holding the base of his cock to keep the condom in place as you slowly remove him from inside you. “I’ll make it up to you,” He says, quietly, “Let me eat you out.”
You nod, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before getting off his lap on wobbly legs. Once you steady yourself, you grin at him and begin to walk out of the kitchen, “Don’t keep me waiting.”
As you leave, you can feel his eyes watching your every move. He catches a glimpse of the sticky mess on your inner thighs before you disappear, making his mouth water. He’s quick to remove the condom and tie it, haphazardly pulling his boxers and sweatpants back up, and wrapping the condom in a tissue before quickly following after you. 
He tosses the wrapped condom away in the bathroom garbage before heading to your room. As Armin enters your room, he’s met with the image of you comfortably sprawled out on the edge of the bed, pillow under your head with your legs off the edge. His eyes follow the lengths of your legs down to the arches of your feet, and that’s when he notices the pillow on the ground right beneath you. Smiling to himself, a mix of embarrassment from the subtle form of affection from you and an overwhelming warmth in his chest. As he walks towards you, you take in his shirtless form - the way the light blond hair catches the light, showing a path from his belly button down underneath the sweatpants hung low on his hips. “You look comfortable.” He remarks, leaning over you once he reaches you. 
“I’d be more comfortable if you were eating me out.”
Armin chuckles, “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll make you feel really good.”
Right as he leans down to kiss you, you gently press your foot against his chest and push him upright and away from you, his hands reflexively holding onto your ankle and lower calf. Armin raises his eyebrow at your movement, but remains silent - waiting for your next move. It’s only polite for him to kiss you before you make a mess of his face, right? So why would you push him away?
“Take your pants off,” you demand, “‘m here, all naked, and you’re still covered. That’s not fair.”
He lets out a breathy laugh, a mix of relief that you’re still doing okay and from your somewhat pouty demand. 
“As you wish, baby.” Armin smiles, pressing a kiss to your shin before you drop your leg to allow him to remove his clothes. 
He’s quick to drop his sweatpants and boxers once more, kicking them off to the side. He could feel the embarrassment kicking up inside him gently, having himself exposed to you while he wasn’t hard, but it’s quickly dampened down when he hears you sigh “Much better.”
He leans down, catching your lips with his, smiling into the kiss. It doesn’t last long before he’s pressing hot kisses down your neck and chest, making sure to give each of your nipples a suck before continuing down your body to settle between your legs. Armin wraps his arms around your thighs, hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He presses a kiss to your mound, looking up at you through his lashes searching for confirmation from you. You sigh at the contact and nod, hand reaching down to push his hair back off his forehead. He doesn’t waste any time from your consenting nod as he licks a fat stripe up your slit, the tip of his tongue catching on your clit, making you gasp and tug on his hair. He groans at the sting in his scalp, causing vibrations against your cunt. He wraps his lips around your clit, giving a gentle suck to gauge your reaction. When a whine of his name tumbles past your lips, he takes that as his cue to be a bit more firm with his movements. 
Armin squeezes the fat of your hips, enjoying the feeling between his fingers as his mouth continues to work. Though his arms are around your thighs, he doesn't hold them firmly; instead, he lets you squirm freely under him and moans when your thighs squeeze his head between them. “Armin…” you whine, tugging on his hair once again.
He only responds with a moan, continuing to suck on your clit, the vibrations travelling straight to your core making your legs quiver on either side of his head. His head is fuzzy, consumed only by the thought, taste, and scent of you. The sounds coming from him eating you would usually make you embarrassed to no end, but you’re too far worked up to even care. The room is filled only with the sounds of your small moans and whines, his moans and the tell-tale sounds of his slurping, and the distinct sounds of your slicked cunt. One of his hands slowly moves up your body from your hips, gently resting on your breast before he squeezes it, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers as his tongue flicks your clit. He pulls away, just for a moment, his lips barely leaving your pussy as he looks up at you with his lust-filled eyes. “You’re so pretty…” he whispers before placing his mouth back on your cunt. 
It doesn’t take long after that for that knot in your stomach to unravel, tossing you right over the edge into bliss as he continues to firmly lick and suck your clit. The pleasure feels hot as it washes over your skin quickly, forcing you to moan his name out helplessly. Armin’s pace continues, steady, as he tries to prolong your high as long as he can. As you begin to come down, his pace slows to languid licks, yout thighs twitching and trembling beside his head. He lifts his head from your weeping pussy, resting his cheek on your thigh. His lips are smeared with your cum and arousal, and his eyes look as if he’s the one completely fucked out. The hand that was on your breast slowly comes back down to your hips and he begins to rub gentle circles on your clit. You let out a soft moan at the feeling. “Again?” you ask, hips bucking up slightly to get more pressure where you need him, “Please?”
Armin smiles softly and nods, moving his face towards you once more. “Of course, my love.” he says before his lips once again make contact with your cunt.
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february 17, @jegulus-microfic prompt: soup. word count: 685
cw: grief/sadness & mentioned death of parents
Regulus dug through the kitchen drawers quickly. He could have sworn the small yellow paper was around here somewhere, he remembered vaguely seeing it just a couple months ago—
There! There it is, hidden beneath magazines and old receipts, looking slightly crinkled. He pulled it out with a relieved sigh. 
He pattered gently through the house, noting and hating the eerie silence. Their home had never really been known for its silence, with plenty of clatter going on. James was not a quiet human. He was loud and the echoes of his laughs were usually bouncing around the halls. He made noise when he walked or danced around the house, and he was always humming or whistling some tune that was stuck in his head. Regulus found the constant noise endearing. He always knew when James was around. 
But now, he felt cold walking through a silent home. 
James was exactly where Regulus found him, laying still and quiet on the bed. He stared blank-eyed at the ceiling, seeing nothing that was there. James was a hollow of a person, and Regulus’ heart broke every day he saw him like this. 
James’ parents passed away over a month ago, and James wasn’t himself. 
“Hi, baby,” Regulus whispered, crawling onto the bed to sit beside James. He brushed away the curls from James’ forehead, trying to pour all his love into him. James thrived and lived off love—love in all its forms, physical affections, words of kindness and care, friendships and romantic love and familial love—it was all pure James, and he needed it. In fact, he was obnoxious with love, overfull of so much love for everyone around him and the rest of the world. 
So Regulus did what he could, touching and caring for James in the small and big ways, especially as he fell apart. 
James looked at Regulus, eyes sorrowful, and Regulus wasn’t used to seeing James without a smile. 
Today, at the very least, wasn’t a bad day. James’ bad days were spent going through cycles of catatonia and body-wracking sobs. Today, though, James just looked sad.
“I found something I want us to try,” Regulus whispered, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 
“Hm?” James hummed. 
Regulus showed him the yellow slip of paper, and his hand was slightly shaking. He was mildly fearful of James’ reaction to it. 
James looked at it, and looked at, and kept looking, and Regulus was about to ask, to beg for a response when James gulped, and turned back to Reg with tearful eyes. 
“I’d love to,” he whispered, voice thick. 
The paper was many years old, and there was a bulleted list of ingredients and instructions on how to properly make Euphemia Potter’s homemade albondigas soup. Regulus smiled, grateful for this show of life, and helped James out of bed, changing his clothes and wrapping him in a fluffy robe before leading him to the kitchen. 
They assigned roles, and James was gentle when he began making and forming the meatballs. Regulus grabbed the other ingredients, the broth and spices and vegetables. They worked around each other and with each other, and Regulus was pleased to see their comfortable dynamic returning, even in the small ways. 
When the soup was done, Regulus shuffled James onto sitting on the couch and shushed him when he complained. He served them two bowls of soup and they cuddled up on the couch, warm and pressed against each other. Regulus hoped James felt every bit of Euphemia’s love from the soup and from him. Regulus would coddle him unashamed because Regulus cherished him, and James needed to feel that. 
James finished his bowl of soup and curled into Regulus, head on his chest and breathing steady. 
“Thank you, Reg,” he whispered. “I felt closer to her, just for a little while.”
Regulus smiled and kissed his nose. “We can make soup as often as you want, if it helps.”
James smiled, a small and sad-tainted thing, but it was his first smile in months, and Regulus felt himself heal a little bit, too.
part of my february microfic work on ao3(17/29): february, i'm yours
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Pls pls more domestic Barbie with a gf
It literally made me cry I was so happy 🫶
i will always write this trope for domesticity it never gets old for me (maybe barbie spoilers?)
barbie is a bit of a rough sleeper.
her elbows jab you in your back, her blonde hair tickles your nose, her nails scratch your arms, and she's a terrible blanket hog. but when you wake up in the middle of the night, set on gently shaking her awake to tell her to attempt some self control in her sleep, you see how peaceful she looks, features relaxed, pink lips parted, dark eyebrows without any scrunches. and then you're pulling her into your side, letting her head rest on your chest, and falling back asleep like nothing ever happened.
the mornings always make up for the torture you'd went through the night before.
barbie always wakes up before you do. there's a kiss to your forehead, the sound of sheets rustling, and then your side is cold. you take the moment to get a few extra minutes of sleep, the absence briefly appreciated as you pull the blanket closer to you. the toilet flushes, the sink turns on and off, then the bed dips and there's another kiss to your forehead.
she's silent while she lets you sleep a little longer, a habit she's picked up as she absolutely refuses to disturb you. usually, she occupies herself with the book she keeps on her nightstand, or maybe she'll sit in silence, but when you awake, she always greets you with a smile and a "good morning, babe".
she's pretty in the morning, just like she always is. hair mostly out of its bun, just a little dried drool at the corner of her mouth. her eyes a little lidded, still adjusting to the morning sunlight, but her smile is always bright.
she settles back under the covers with you, and this is usually the time she tells you about her dreams.
"we had the cutest puppy. it had brown curly hair and it was so small and short and sweet. we named her milo, of course, even though milo isn't traditionally a girls name but i just think its so cute and you agreed."
you sit and watch her fondly, your eyes starting to shine with the love and adoration you have for the woman sitting at your side. if she notices, she doesn't say anything, not until she's gotten to a part in her storytelling that warrants a reaction. it's then that she notices how you're gawking, clearly obvious about it.
"what?" she asks, starting to wonder if you've fallen asleep with your eyes open. you shake your head, tell her it's nothing, and ask her a question that gets her back into the story.
dream retellings are shared, the bed grows cold as you both get out of it, the sheets thrown back over in a semi-presentable way, and then you make your way to the bathroom. your hips bump as you both brush your teeth, and then a sickly sweet kiss is shared now that the morning breath is gone.
the previously empty places of your home gain life as your bodies move around in them. tandem working in the kitchen while you make breakfast and barbie makes coffee. heating the seats of the kitchen table up with your bums as you talk over plans for the day. becoming reacquainted with the dents made in in the living room couches as you watch children shows while the food sets in your stomachs and the coffee warms your insides. sliding through clothes on hangers and pulling out drawers while you pick outfits for the day.
and even if its a day where you're going your separate ways, or if you're going to spend the remainder of the day together, a kiss is always shared at the door, and hands are held as long as possible while you both appreciate the lives you've been given.
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I Think He Knows ~
[AN: hi there! this is my first time ever posting my writing so feedback is appreciated~ i'm not sure yet if I'll post more writing, but I was proud of how this idea turned out. Hope you enjoy!!]
Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader
🎶 I think he knows when we get all alone I'll make myself at home and he'll want me to stay. 🎶
You and Lorenzo sat on the floor of your room, a box of half a pizza and a near empty bottle of wine next to you. Music played from the speaker on your phone. You threw your head back in laughter, clutching your sore sides. Lorenzo grinned at you. He couldn't help but melt at the sound of your laugh. It was like sunshine, warming him from the inside out. And he loved being the reason you were laughing.
"Stop it! You're gonna mess it up!" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. You took Lorenzo's outstretched hand in yours, picking back up the nail polish brush. You bent your head over his hand, trying to concentate on your task.
Lorenzo couldn't help but admire you as he watched you. He had stopped trying to deny to himself that he had fallen completetly in love with his best friend. How could he not? You were funny, kind, and beautiful. He loved spending time with you and missed you terribly whenever you weren't around. You just made everything feel a little brighter for him.
🎶 I think he knows he better lock it down, or I won't stick around 'cause good ones never wait 🎶
The sound of your voice snapped him out of his enamored trance: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Enzo felt his face flush and he turned his head. His hand was still held in yours.
"Just thinking." He hummed. You returned your attention back to his hands.
"About?" You inquired. You put the finishing touches on his right hand, switching to his left. He shrugged in response.
"I guess I've just been thinking about you a lot lately."
Now it was your turn to blush, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
"Oh?"
Silence hangs in the air between the two of you for a moment.
"If I say something can you promise me we'll still be friends?"
You dropped his hand. "Well now you're making me nervous Enzo."
🎶 He got that boyish look that I like in a man 🎶
"Do you every think we could be something more than friends?" He leaned forward, searching your face for a reaction. Trying to see if he had misread things, if he was pushing too far. Your eyes met his and you leaned forward too.
🎶 I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans 🎶
"More than friends, Enzo?" You smirked, a mischevious glint in your eye. "But I thought we were already best friends?"
"More than best friends." His voice was barely a whisper. He smirked back at you, leaning even closer. His eyes flicked down to your lips and then back at you.
"Lorenzo Berkshire are you asking me out?"
🎶 He's so obsessed with me and boy I understand. Boy I understand. 🎶
"That depends," he chuckles softly, "on if you're going to say yes."
"And if I say yes?"
"Then my next question is: Can I kiss you?"
🎶 He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue, got that oh! I mean- 🎶
You leaned forward, closing the gap and capturing his lips with yours. His lips were soft against yours. Yours tasted like cherry chapstick, he thought to himself. When the two of you broke apart you rested your foreheads together.
"God I've been waiting so long to do that." He breathed.
"What took you so long?" You teased.
🎶 Wanna see what's under that attitude 🎶
Lorenzo sat back very suddenly, looking offended. "Well I'm sorry." He crossed his arms across his chest, "You could've pulled your weight a bit more."
You laughed again, that throw-your-head-back cackle that had Lorenzo grinning like a lovesick fool.
🎶 Like, I want you, bless my soul 🎶
"Now look what you did." You scolded, taking his hand in yours. "After all of my hard work and you messed them up!" His nail polish was smudged.
Lorenzo just shook his head at you but sat still while you repainted his nails.
"So Berkshire, where are you taking me for our first date?"
🎶 And I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows 🎶
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That fool
Pairing: Suguru Geto x Reader - 18+
Words: 3943
Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk reader, Geto is a teddy bear gojo is the mean one change my mind, sex (i promise geto is NOT a dick), fingering, bit of oral sex (fem!receiving), LOTS OF ANGST, name calling (princess) but just a bit
Summary: Your engagement to the heir to the Gojo clan has been arranged since you were young. Yet you can't help but realize that Satoru himself does not seem to care, neither about duty nor about you. As you try to drown your sorrow, you bump into your old, now criminal, friend.
Colour: Hot, Forbidden and very angsty
His love series - part 1
Author's note: idk why i wrote this when i'm a gojo simp, i'm in class and i'm bored. Also I'm gonna attempt a mixed pov.
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"Is that what you wanted to discuss with me?", the man asked.
"You must understand", Geto responded, "It is the only way to truly eradicate evil from this world"
"It is aggressive and extreme and I will not be a part of it"
The man stood up. The short glass of whiskey fell down as he bumped the table.
"You yourself stood up against the monkey who hurt your son", Geto maintained his calm composure despite the man's reaction to his proposition.
"That was...different", the man uttered behind his teeth.
Geto smiled at the guy's clenched fists. He picked himself up and threw his arm over the man's shoulder. "All I'm saying is", he said firmly, "We keep losing our people to protect a lesser species who is, not just not thankful, but oppressive and prejudiced against us". He leaned in, anger brimming from his eyes. "How is that fair?"
The man lowered his head. Geto raised his gaze for just a second, out of habit. His eyes fell on your figure, lone and ridden with sadness, as you sat at the bar at the other end of the room. His first instinct was to run away; he would have, if you had not raised your hand to order another drink, directly from the young bartender. He leaned back to his potential associate, giving him a warm smile.
"You don't have to decide right away", he told him, "As long as we both keep this meeting confidential you can think on your answer for however long you'd like"
The man's fingers had not stopped fidgeting until Geto gave that small reasurement. A smile of relief adorned his face, yet some stress still remained in his eyes as he nodded and stumbled out of the establishment.
Geto focused his sights on you; your reddened eyes, your slumped form, your unquenchable thirst for liquor. Normally, he would not dream of talking to you again, not after he left Jujutsu High. He had to put everything behind him to move on with his goal. And though he remembered that fateful day he ran away from the crudity of the sorcerers' world as one of the brightest in his life, the thought of your tears and the memory of Gojo's calls were a constant anguish to him even to this day. And there they were, those tears he had feared, even though unspilled they remained so evident behind your tired eyes.
He approached. His legs brought him to you faster than his mind could object. His heart thanked them for it, but still broke a little at the sight of your startled face.
"Fancy meeting you here princess", he pretended to smile. It was quite easy since a part of him rejoiced at the reunion, even though in such saddening circumstances.
"What...ar you doin 'ere?", you slurred your words. You had not realized how heavy your head was until you tried to lift it up. You clutched your forehead. Your heart tightened. The stool was falling backwards. Your hands reached for the counter but it was no use; you could not reach it anymore. Your back hit something hard but it was not the floor. Geto's hands were on your arms as your head rested on his kimono-clothed chest.
"I think you've had enough", he said.
"Let me go!", you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, forgetting for a second that he was the only pillar keeping you from falling. Fortunately, his hold was quite strong. He released you only after he restored the stool to its proper position.
Geto's gaze scanned the room; it was full of them monkeys. He often said there were two kinds of them: money-collecting monkeys and curse-collecting monkeys. But when faced with a lonely drunken soul there came a third kind, the most vile of them all.
"That's it", he said as the hungry gazes collected on your form, "I'm taking you home. Where do you live?"
"I'm not telling you where I live, Geto"
"Is it still at the apartment in Shinjuku?"
Your face turned red. You had gotten that house during the last year of school so it would be quicker to attend emergencies in Tokyo. He and everyone else had helped you move in and you had not moved out since then. "y...yes", you whispered.
Geto was quick to guide your hand around his waist, throwing his around your form. "Just grab on to me", he said plainly, almost in annoyance, "Tell me if you can't walk anymore".
"I can do this by myself", you objected.
"You don't have to", he said, his gaze focused on the darkness surrounding you.
You did not speak as you walked, nor did you speak as you boarded the train from Roppongi Station. He held you close as you walked through the crowded tunnels to change lines in Shinjuku. His outdated attire did not draw nearly as much attention as your hazed gaze and reddened cheeks. You covered your face with your hand and buried your nose in Geto's robes.
"We're almost there", his grip tightened reassuringly around you.
You finally reached your apartment building. Your hands fumbled around inside your purse until they gripped the keys. He helped you open the lock and soon you were in the safety and comfort of your home. Geto stood at the doorway, not moving a step in as you took out your shoes and fell onto the couch. Everything was exactly the same as it was back then. Apart from a few minor items that were replaced after the times wore them down, nothing else had changed. He had not been there since that year. That year that had been the worst of his life. He could still remember Haibara helping out to set up the table, just as he could recall your beautiful smile as you and Shoko chatted while hanging all of the paintings that decorated the walls. Both images made his heart ache. He had not felt any remorse about his decision in years, yet there he was, being pulled in two different directions like he was in those days. And all it took, was one visit.
"Why are you just standing there?", your voice disperced his thoughts. You were rubbing your eyes with your hand. "Just come in", you told him.
He almost did not. He almost ran away back to the temple he had sought refuge in. Perhaps he should have. You were safe now. The only danger to you was he himself. Yet his curiosity won him over. He took off his sandals and went to the kitchen to pour you a glass of water, and him a bottle of sake. He sat on the couch next to you as you gratefully gulped down the refreshment you craved. You left the glass on the table and fell back on the pillows of the couch. He was overcome with the temptation - no, the need - to caress your heavy head as your messy locks fell upon your face. It took all his restraint not to.
"I can't do this anymore", you said. He had not asked a question, but he guessed you were drunk enough to wallow in your own pity.
"Exorcising?", he asked.
"No", you responded, "I know you probably wanted a different answer but...it's what I know how to do. So I'll do it"
Those words poured blood in Geto's clenched fists. That was exactly what Haibara used to say. He knew Gojo was far too strong, and perhaps even far too selfish, to share the same fate as he. But you? You, Shoko, Nanami were among the people he wanted to protect from the foolishness of the life as a jujutsu sorcerer.
"I never thought I would want him to love me. I know he never will", you continued murmuring.
You did not have to explain. This was about Gojo. Ever since High School he knew the two of you were arranged by his clan to be married one day. Gojo took no interest in the idea back then. He thought himself far too young for it. But after all these years was he continuing the same immaturity?
He could not be mad at him. He would never truly be mad at Gojo. He often wondered if he was ever mad at him but the opposite was never going to be true. And yet your tears felt as if they were his own. Your broken heart crumbled onto his hands and he fully knew that if he was the one to hold it initially he would not had dared cause such damage.
"I know at the end of the day it does not matter", you said, "But...it feels like...he's fine by himself. I can never stand at his side and neither would he ever want me to. And I just feel so...alone"
Geto knew that feeling well. He poured himself another glass of sake and gobbled it down.
"No one would care if I disappeared"
"I would", Geto stated. The words slipped his mouth. He looked at you. You had lifted your gaze. It fell troubled onto his face. He cupped your cheek and leaned towards you. His thumb brushed away your tears. "I would", he said again with even more determination. If he could not take the words back he would make sure you understood them. He would make sure you never felt the way he did back then.
You grabbed his kimono and pulled him in for a kiss. It was sloppy and desperate but at the same time everything you needed. He hesitated to put his hand on your waist, but he was already reciprocating the kiss. He felt your tears wet his calloused hand and he knew he was nothing more than a replacement. He did not know what you were to him exactly, what you were definitely seared onto his heart. And as he devoured your cherry lips he got even more drunk on the nectar of your kiss; he would have never guessed he could have such an alternative to the curses he forced himself to swallow.
"You're not thinking straight", he breathed against your face as you climbed on top of him.
"I know", you responded, "I simply don't care"
He held you close and kissed you again. His hands traveled up and down your form. The last notes of your perfume enveloped him. He thought of your smile, one of the few things that gave him true joy during his dark days. You both loved Satoru but Satoru was determined to prove he was better off alone. Would he hurt him if he slept with you? A part of him wanted to, wanted to get revenge for staying true to the jujutsu world, for making you cry, for everything. And a part of him could not. But he could not push you away either. He could not be the cause of more tears. He could not be the reason you did not find your smile again. And most of all, he could not cool down the feverish heat that overwhelmed him as your body pressed against his.
"Suguru...", you murmured above his lips.
That was it. He could not take it anymore. He flipped your bodies so that your back hit the couch cushions. He nibbled your neck as his hand hiked up your black dress until it was scrunched over your hips. His thumb pressed on your bud over your panties and traced small rough circles. He tried to pull the neckline of your dress down but he just could not stretch it down enough. In a swift move, he reached for the hem around your waist, pulled the dress over your head and threw it on the floor.
Your body trembled at the sudden chill. You reached for his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss, your hands undoing his long black hair. His locks fell on the sides like a curtain.
He was kissing your chest. His fingers pulled your underwear to the side and glided over your clit. Your hands got tangled in his hair as he pressed one of them past your lower lips.
"Always the idiot", Geto murmured as he kissed you between your breasts, "He'll never change".
Your body trembled as he dexterously thrusted his digits inside you. Your hands blindly searched for the tie of his belt. Geto used his free hand to pull open his robes until he could shake them off his shoulders and let them hang from his waist. You traced the faded scar on his firm chest. He placed his hand over yours and brought your palm to his lips for a gentle kiss. He kept your hand close to his cheek, relishing its touch with closed eyes.
"Don't ever say things like that about yourself again", he said firmly, "You're the best our world has to offer"
A few tears escaped your eyes. Geto noticed and kissed them away before adding a peck on the bridge of your nose. He moved his fingers more meticulously as you climbed in ecstasy. Your heaving breath exploded against his face, his eyes blazingly observing your heated expression. The spring of the coil was being twisted more and more by the minute. He gave you a quick kiss, hiked your leg over his bare shoulder and pressed his mouth against your clit. You moaned his name out loud before you came on his fingers. A subtle smile formed on your lips, pure and simple. Suguru could relish that smile for all eternity.
He climbed back up until he towered over your body. Your arms wrapped around his torso as he kissed you deeply. You were so beautiful; even more than he could remember.
"Suguru", your name left his lips again.
"I never realised how much I missed hearing you say my name"
Your hands reached for his belt again. "I want you"
"Not as much as I do", he aided you in undoing it. He threw his robes next to your dress. He gave you small kisses as his dressed length pressed on your entrance. "Tell me if it hurts".
You fisted his hair as he entered you. You did not stop him until he had bottomed out. He continued kissing you reassuringly, one hand massaging your tailbone, the other holding your leg around his hips. He was kissing your neck now, waiting for you to catch your breath.
"Don't be nice to me", you told him, "I don't want you to be nice to me"
He laughed. "Yes, you do", he lightly nipped at your collarbone, "And you always get what you want"
Soon the room was filled with your sounds of pleasure as Suguru's hips met yours in a passionate dance, tuned to an intoxicated melody. His cheeks had grown hot; yours had too.
"You're so beautiful", he breathed. There was a battle going on in his mind. He had loved a lot of people. He kept a list in his mind of those he wanted to protect, those he wanted for sure to be in his new world. You, Gojo, Nanami, Shoko...He loved all of them equally; or almost. You and Gojo were always a little higher on the ranks. But this? This was a new you he was seeing for the very first time and he was intoxicated. All the have-nots and could have been in his head were suddenly turning into a plausible reality. If only he could keep you with him. If only he could have you by his side, every day he woke up. He had chosen to leave so he would not burden any of his friends with the cruelty of his mission, but the prospect of the happiness he would gain by just gazing upon your face every day was too tempting to pass.
Yet there was another thought trying to force its way into his mind. 'If I could become Satoru Gojo for a moment, the dream would be achievable'. He was hurting him by being with you. He had taken one of the many things bestowed upon that man that he ungratefully scorned. And as much as it pained him to cause Gojo anguish, a part of him thought of it as well-deserved for his foolishness. Maybe he would finally mature and appreciate everything he had been given.
"Suguru!", your moan pulled him back into reality.
He held your sweated cheek. "Come for me, princess", he said and lowered his voice and lips close to your ear, "If you want to use your legs tomorrow that is"
Your hands gripped his hair again. Your walls clenched around his length. He grunted as he felt them squeeze him. "Two can play this game, princess", his hand rubbed fiercely on your bud.
Your breathing turned irregular. Your vision turned hazy. All there was was him and nothing else. Your thoughts were overcome with the knot in your stomach, threatening to break any minute.
Your head fell back as you came with a loud moan of his name. He followed soon after. You could feel his tired breath explode on the skin of your neck as he rested his head on your shoulder. You brushed his hair with your fingers. He planted soft kisses under your hairline. He sat up for a moment to put on his boxers, burning the condom into nothingness with a spell. He pulled your tired body against his as he lay on the couch, his arms wrapping around you.
"Y/n", he called your name softly.
"Hm?", your ear was pressed on his bare chest, listening to the beat of his heart.
He cupped your cheek to guide your gaze to him. He wore a genuine smile for the first time in years as he caressed your face. You could not help but return it. He planted a kiss on your forehead, his hand diving under your locks.
"No one deserves your tears", his low voice whispered next to your ear, "But if you have to spill them, let them be mine"
He picked up his robe and threw it over your bodies like a blanket as you drifted off to sleep.
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When morning came, Geto woke up alone. Y/n's warmth still lingered over his body as he blindly searched for her with his sleepy eyes. His ears finally focused on the sound of running water. He smiled. They had not taken a shower last night so it was only logical she would do it first thing in the morning. He sat up on the couch, pulling his robe properly around his body. His gaze ran around the small apartment. Memories of your life were carefully placed all over the walls, the counters, the tables. He walked up to a dresser at the back of the room, probably storing all the linen needed in the living room-dining room fusion. Two photographs were placed on it; one with your class and Nanami's class, happily drinking together at Shoko's birthday party. The other one was with you and Gojo; smiles much subtler as you posed for an engagement picture.
Gojo's glasses were different than the ones Geto remembered. It must have been a more recent picture. He smiled as he admired your beautiful face, all dolled up for the photo. Then his eyes fell on Satoru again. His face turned serious. He missed him, that was sure. But he had grown accustomed to hating him, knowing he was probably hated back. He had grown accustomed to blaming him, knowing he was being blamed back.
He looked more carefully at his glasses. He could just see the shiny blue of his eyes underneath. His own eyes opened wide. Gojo's gaze was on you. The smile he wore was not fake at all; Geto would have recognized it. It was clear as day he had feelings for you. Yet you were not lying about your broken heart either. His eyes watered. He had thought he would be happy hurting Gojo's pride, but his heart was too much. He left the picture on the dresser and walked to your bedroom. He knocked on the door. Your voice called him in. One look at you and he lost all the words he wanted to say. He wanted to stay with you. But doing that would hurt Gojo. And if he chose to leave and spare Gojo from further pain, he would strike your heart at a moment when it was already bleeding.
"Last night", you drew his attention, "It was a mistake"
Those words were a knife through his chest. You kept your back turned on him as you lazily dried your hair with a towel.
"I wasn't thinking straight"
"You said you didn't care"
"I was wrong", you told him.
Suguru walked towards you. "You were not. I...I missed you"
"Don't lie to me. You just wanted to get back at Gojo for once", you spat. You cursed your lips the moment the words left your mouth. Suguru remained silent. "You won't even deny it?", you asked, "Geto"
"Suguru", he corrected. You sat there in silece for a moment. "Y/n", he finally spoke, "Look at me"
You shook your head.
"Please", he said again, "Look at me"
You slowly turned to face him. He had known he had guessed it right. The tears were back to flowing from your eyes, and this time he was the cause. He had made the wrong choice. All he had wanted was to bring you to smile.
"What brought this on?", he asked calmly.
His face was as it had been in your school days; calm, composed...kind. You could not help but answer him, even though it would be an unpleasant thing to do so. You reached for the small radio next to your bed and turned it back on to the station you had been listening to. You waited for a while before the newsman returned after the break and continued with more details on the newest strange mass attack on humans that took place in Tokyo the night before.
"That was your friends, right?", you said, your lips trembling even though you knew the answer.
"Yes", he said, "There was a cult forming with knowledge of our kind. I had to eliminate them"
"Do you hear yourself?", you cried as you shot up on your feet, "What did these people even do?"
"It's not what they did, it's what they most likely would have done"
"Get out", you spat. Your voice cracked as you repeated those words again and again.
Suguru did not move. "I will", he said, "But I want you to know, I've never said a single lie to you. And I never will"
You were covering your face with your hands as you cried and so you neither heard nor saw him approach. You startled as he placed a soft kiss on your head.
"I'm sorry", he whispered, "It was never my intention to cause you pain".
"That hardly matters"
"I know", he said. "I know", he repeated it one more time as he touched his forehead to yours.
He turned to leave but stopped right before your door. "If you see Satoru", he said, "Slap him for me. Then kiss him for you".
"What?"
"He's so immature, you need to slap him back to his senses. Or he'll be too late again"
And with that, Suguru returned to the shadows of Tokyo, far away from the light he had found in the small apartment with you.
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rottenimagines · 11 months
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Sweet Temptation
Summary: Just Negan trying to seduce you into helping him get out of his cell.
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(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)  
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You've been secretly visiting Negan for several nights.
 In daylight, you act like another ordinary member of Alexandria, while at night, you betray your own people by sneaking into the infamous killer's cell to help him by bringing him food, or just keeping him company.
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As soon as Negan sees that it's you who’s coming down the stairs, he stands up and walks over to the bars of his cell to greet you.
‘‘What do you have for me tonight, darling?’’ He tries to speak in his trademark flirtatious tone, but it's obvious he's defeated inside.
You hand him a sandwich wrapped in napkins through the bars.
 He notices how your eyes light up as soon as you see him; just by feeling him close. My ticket to freedom, he thinks.
‘‘Thank you, honey. I’m starved tonight.’’ He takes the sandwich and unwraps it.
 ‘‘Mmmm. You're such a sweet, helpful girl, aren't you?’’ He winks at you as he takes the first bite.
You lean against the wall to watch him eat in silence. He looks tired and thinner. His physical appearance is beginning to decay. This Negan is only a shadow of his former self.
‘‘So... how you doin', Negan?’’
He sighs heavily and rubs his forehead.
‘‘I feel like I'm going insane. I just want to feel the sun against my face again, y’know?’’
He looks deep into your eyes, giving you the puppy dog eyes.
‘‘I'm tired of these bars. I'm tired of this cage. I want to be out in the world again. Just you and me, darling. Just you and me.’’
A chill runs down your spine when you hear his sweet words. 
You approach the cell again and grab the bars with both hands. You look him up and down.
‘‘You look... tired.’’
He nods while still chewing.
‘‘I am, I am. They don't give me enough to eat. They treat me like I'm some rabid dog.  I'm going crazy in here.’’  He puts his face right up to the bars, getting very close to you. ‘‘I need to be freed. I really need your help, Y/n.’’
You can feel his warm breath on your face. You're deeply attracted to him, but still you’re not stupid; you can't help but distrust him. He has done terrible things to your people after all.
‘‘Look, I know you're hesitant. You have every right to be. I wouldn't trust me either. But you and I, doll... we have something special... We understand each other.’’ 
He gently brushes a loose hair out of you face. ‘‘This cell is killing me...’’
‘‘Negan... you know I can't do it.’’
He exhales in defeat and pulls back a bit.
‘‘Well... I had to try.’’ He shrugs and continues eating the rest of his sandwich.
After several minutes of awkward silence, he starts talking again:
‘‘So, you like coming down here to visit me, huh? What if Rick and the others found out you're here?’’
Your body tenses just thinking about it. He laughs at your reaction, at the sudden fear all over your face. 
‘‘It's our little secret, ain't it?’’ He gives you a quick wink as he finishes his sandwich.
A mischievous little smirk curves your lips.
 ‘‘Exactly. This is our little secret. I hope you don't forget.’’
You put your hand through the bars and he hands you back the napkin. Then he continues talking with his usual charming tone:
‘‘You really enjoy these "secret" visits, don’t you? You enjoy visiting the big bad Negan in his cage.’’ He smirks as you grab the napkin from his hand.
‘‘I’m just a good samaritan doing her good deed for the day.’’ You answer him, mimicking his seductive tone.
His eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks at you intently.
‘‘Samaritan? No. You are much, much more than a samaritan, my dear, sweet friend.’’
He leans over the bars and kisses the tips of his fingers before touching your cheek with them. You enjoy deeply the touch of his fingers on your soft skin, even if it's only through the bars.
He looks down at you with a sly smile. ‘‘I think you actually like a little too much these secret meetings with the big, bad man, all alone.’’
You bring your face closer to his, losing yourself into his dark hazel eyes. His face just a few inches from yours.
‘‘Maybe I do.’’
‘‘Maybe you do, huh? And if I told you I know a way to make these secret meetings a little more... interesting?’’ He whispers, looking down at your lips.
Your eyes, full of desire for that man, drift down toward his lips and then back up to meet his piercing eyes.
‘‘Oh, really? Enlighten me, then. Please.’’
‘‘How about this...’’ He looks at your lips again and leans a little closer. ‘‘...a little less talking. A little more kissing...’’
Your heart beats as someone who knows they are doing something forbidden, something absolutely illegal. But you just can’t deny him.
You take a quick look over your shoulder to make sure no one else is there. And then, you turn to him to press your lips against his, for the first time.
He closes his eyes and kisses you back with passion. You can feel his tongue slide between your lips as he moves his hand around the back of your neck to bring you closer; as close as the bars allow you to be.
Afterwards, he slowly pulls away and looks at you, breathing heavily. His sly smile grows bigger as he leans into you and whispers in a deep, sultry tone:
‘‘Wow, baby. You really are a naughty girl, aren't ya?’’
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riptideripley · 9 months
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All Yours
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summary:you were Dominik’s 24 year old sister,trying to take things easy. He finally lets you hang out with his friends in the Judgement Day and you get a little too close to..Rhea.
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You were getting out the shower and putting on your undergarments,along with your hygiene products. You heard your phone ring and picked it up,answering. “Yes Dominik I’m almost ready” “Well hurry up,I let myself in and me & rhea are waiting” “Ok ok” you sighed and hung up. Slipping on your black jean shorts and a Judgement day shirt,grabbing your black jacket and spraying on some perfume before running downstairs.
“There she is,Hi darling” Rhea spoke with her accent,smiling. You smiled back and waved,grabbing your bag. “Well are we just gonna sit here or go eat?” you spoke and stared at the both of them,as they got up and walked with you to the car. You sat in the backseat and to your surprise Rhea sat next to you. You had the biggest crush on her and she could tell,but played innocent. She decided to lay her head on your shoulder,making you smile and play with her soft black hair.
You arrived at the restaurant,finding the table were the couple Finn and Priest were waiting. “Hi guys!” you spoke and smiled,giving them both a small hug as you sat down. Rhea decided to sit next to you and snuck her hand under the table,resting it on your thigh and looking at you for any signs of discomfort. Instead,you were smiling like an idiot and trying to not focus on it. You ordered your food and drink,scrolling through your phone silently after. “Well (your name),how’s the new house?” Priest asked,taking his drink as they finally arrived. You smiled at the waitress taking your drink,finally speaking. “Well it’s going great actually. Besides the fact that I let Dominik have a key so he just barges in whenever he wants,but it’s really nice and spacious.” “Maybe we can all visit after dinner” Finn suggested and you nodded,giggling at Dominik’s face as he seemed annoyed at your comment.
Meanwhile Rhea was slowly moving her hand up your thigh,trying to get a reaction out of you. She finally did when she reached close to your pussy,making you squeeze your legs shut as she smiled. You realized no one else noticed and looked at her,whispering to her,”Rhea what the fuck was that” “Nothing sweetheart,I can stop if you want” she whispered back. You thought for a moment and realized how badly you wanted this,ever since you first met her through the phone and backstage. “You can continue but please be careful” you whispered,making her smile. She continued rubbing your thigh throughout the whole dinner,driving you crazy.
You all decided to go back to your place and relax,Rhea planned on spending the night tho and Dominik was a bit suspicious but didn’t say anything. You were currently sitting between Rhea and Priest,watching a horror movie. You hated them but this wasn’t as bad so you watched it all the way through. You then decided to play some board games and your favorite Uno. You had just one for the 3rd time in a row and you could tell everyone was irritated. “God damnnit! you win every time” “She’s too good this is unfair” Finn said pouting,making Priest chuckle. “You guys just gotta get better,but i’m really tired right now” you said yawning,Rhea also yawning. “Welp my wife is calling so that’s my queue to go! I’ll call in the morning” he spoke standing up,leaving a kiss on your forehead. “Night Dom” Rhea said smiling as he gave her a hug,being the first one to leave. Priest and Finn then followed,leaving you and Rhea to yourselves.
Rhea smiled and got up,wrapping her arms around your waist paying close attention for any discomfort. She’s so observant and gentle,it warmed your heart. She lifted you up making you laugh and carried you upstairs to your room,placing you on the floor. “I’m gonna go shower now love,you should too” she said,staring at you while also getting lost in your pretty brown eyes. You smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek,closing the door so you could undress and shower. You could tell that you two had chemistry,ever since y’all had first met. The constant flirting and looks she would give you backstage at shows,always trying to make you nervous or flustered.
You took your clothes off and hopped in the shower,letting the hot water run over your body for a moment before washing your body. You had curly hair compared to Dominik so you decided to wash it while you were in there. Once out the shower and dry,you put leave in conditioner and a bit of oil in your hair. Stepping out of the room in your towel,you began getting dressed. Slipping on some underwear and black laced pajamas,you were comfortable enough with Rhea to not wear a bra. You sat on the bed and heard Rhea entering the room,wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts. You smiled as she crawled into the bed,laying between your thighs. You played with her hair while she kissed on your stomach,tracing your stomach tattoos.
You two had made eye contact as she was doing this and she slid her way up your body,stopping at your face. You looked at her lips and couldn’t help yourself,leaning in kissing her. She returned the energy holding onto your thighs,not wanting to let go of the kiss she’d been dying for. She pulled you closer to her and looked your shirt,noticing you had your nipples pierced. She smiled and took advantage of that,sliding her free hand up your shirt playing with your nipple and piercing. You gasped and arched slightly at the sudden action,letting out small whimpers as she kissed up and down your neck,finding and biting your sweet spot making you moan. She got up and went to the guest room to grab something,coming back with a strap and a tongue piercing.
You looked at the tongue piercing confused and she smiled,”It vibrates my love” she said as she finished changing her tongue jewelry,placing herself between your thighs,sliding your shorts and underwear off. She pressed the piercing directly on your clit,making you gasp and grip her hair. Your back arched as you moaned and squirmed as she had you sorta pinned at the hips. “F-Fuck Rhea..” you whispered through moans,as she continued while you grind against her face. She was enjoying every bit of this,smiling against your clit as she began sucking on it making you squeal. You pushed yourself up the bed and she pulled you back down,making you whimpered as she smiled against your cunt.
She gave it one last kiss before kneeling on the bed,attaching the strap as she hovered over you. She wrapped her hand around your throat and pulled you into a deep kiss,slowly entering you making you moan into the kiss. She gave you time to adjust and began slowly pushing herself in and out of you,making you throw your head back in pleasure. She noticed you had a mirror in front of your bed and smiled,continuing the actions before lifting you up and making you face the mirror. “Cmon pretty girl,look at yourself for me” she spoke with her accent,sliding herself back in you and pounding the shit out of you. You couldn’t do anything but moan and whimper,avoiding eye contact with her through the mirror. She pressed down on your back making you arch and gripped your thick hair,pulling your hair back. “I said look at yourself doll.” she spoke in a stern tone,as you watched her fuck the absolute shit out of you. Her short black hair moving with each thrust,some pieces sticking to her face from sweat. She was absolutely beautiful no matter what she was doing,which turned you on even more. She let go of your hair and wrapped her hand around your throat,making sure you were still watching her through the mirror.
“R-Rhea please keep going..” “Right here hm?” “Yes please!” you squealed out as she rammed into your g spot,making her giggle. She used her free hand to pin your arms behind your back,still choking you. You finally took time to notice the hickeys left on your skin,knowing your brother would kill you in the morning. “Oh baby you look so pretty for me,tell me who do you belong to hm?” she whispered in your ear,making you weak. You didn’t answer so she moved the hand off your arms/wrists,giving you a slap on your ass. You yelped,”Answer me when i’m talking to you slut. Now who do you belong to?” “Y-You mommy fuck!” you managed to yelp out between moans,squirming due to the fact that you were reaching your climax. She noticed and used her now free hand to massage your clit,”Go ahead and cum for me like the slut you are princess.” she whispered with her accent showing a bit more towards the end,sending you over the edge as you climaxed.
She noticed her fingers were wet and smiled,licking her fingers and grabbing your hair. She drug you gently changing your position sideways,as she kneeled in front of you still in front of the mirror. She removed the strap,”Please your mommy doll,you deserve it” she said giving you a small slap to the side of your face. You immediately slip her shorts off noticing she had no underwear on and began eating her out. She moaned softly and pulled your face closer,almost suffocating you. You didn’t care,if you died you’d be happy right now honestly. You swirled circles around on her clit as she began basically riding your face for more. “God princess you’re doing so good for me..right there doll” when she said this,your legs got weak. You loved being praised and she took note of that. She ran her finger across your cheeks and grabbed your jaw,pulling you towards her. “Open up for me doll” she told you as you opened your mouth,letting her spit it in.
You went back to eating her out,giving her clit the most attention begging to get an orgasm out of her. She began breathing heavy and stuttering with her words,letting you know she was close. “F-Fuck keep going baby..” she whispered out between breaths as she finally came all over your face. You immediately licked everything up and looked up at her,smiling. She leaned down and pulled you into a deep kiss once again.
/After\
She made you a warm bath,even tho it was 2:30 in the morning. She washed your body off along with hers,kissing your forehead and praising you on how good you did for her. Once she got done washing you two off,she let you get dressed in something comfortable while she did as well. She ended up just sleeping in your bed instead of going back to the guest room.
You finally got what you wanted and that was her,you were happy.
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vampyrsm · 1 year
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'let me make you feel good' (5.2k) shoto todoroki x female reader ft. izuku midoriya
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warnings: cuckolding, izuku is the cuck, humiliation sorta for izuku, blowjob, light degrading with a lot of praise to balance it out, vaginal sex, creampie, overstim.
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➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist'
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"Sure,"
"And I promise it won't be weird—" Izuku pauses. "Wait, really?"
Shouto shrugs a little, long careful fingers flicking through a stack of paperwork. "Sure, I don't see why not. As long as she's okay with it." Mismatched eyes finally look up from his desk to the large burly green-haired man who had stopped by.
Izuku is quick to nod, curls bouncing away from his forehead. "I mean, it was her idea for it to be you. I suggested Kacchan—" he watches Shouto raise an eyebrow at that suggestion, it wouldn't have ended well. "Yeah, I know, she gave me the same look."
Relaxing into the big office chair, his legs spreading slightly as he finally takes in the blush on Izuku's face. "I never would've put you as the guy who likes to watch other people fuck his girlfriend." The reaction from Izuku is almost immediate, the man somehow blushing more furiously than before at the casual tone, and volume, of the half-and-half hero.
"Todoroki-kun!" Izuku hisses, hastily shutting the door he had left open himself. "Don't say it so loud, I don't need some sidekick overhearing that." He turns back to see Shouto with a shit-eating smirk on his face, oh, he was enjoying humiliating Izuku it seems. Still ever the pot-stirrer when it came to things that probably shouldn't be meddled with.
Shouto shrugs. "Just text me with the details whenever you both want it to happen." Shouto may look calm and relaxed on the outside, shrugging off the idea of fucking another man's girlfriend in front of them but his heart is tattooing itself against the inside of his ribcage. Hammering away in a mixture of excitement and anxiety, he'd always loved being around you when he hung out with Midoriya but to know you picked him? He just hopes he's up to your standards.
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It was just over three weeks later when Shouto received a text. He figured perhaps it would be done in a hotel room or even Shouto's own place to ensure he didn't 'invade' your personal space. But the butterflies returned with renewed vigour when he received a text from you, not Midoriya, asking if he wanted to come over on Saturday night if he didn't have patrol or any important work that needed to be done. He responded almost too quickly, informing you he wasn't busy.
He neglected the fact he would cancel attending the monthly dinner his father insisted the entire family attended.
So here he stood, a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black slacks and shiny black shoes. He looked every bit the "rich boy" the media often painted him as, a man with killer looks but was often seen as 'too gentle', 'too much of a gentleman'. If only they know the real reason why he was standing with a lump in his throat before someone's front door, maybe from the outside it would just look like he was coming over for a dinner.
The door finally opened, and as expected it was Midoriya who answered the door. The usual friendly smile on his face, "Shouto, hey, come in!", Shouto tries to not notice the band of blush across Midoriya's face, and instead steps past the other pro into the warm home. His eyes immediately dart over the various items, it's a different feeling than Midoriya's own apartment. It's more homely, more welcoming, an old warmth in his chest blooms at the thought.
After toeing off his shoes, he follows Midoriya through the thin corridor before it opens up into the rest of the house. It's smaller than most but he figures that's the point, it's a humble place to live. "She's upstairs already, she figured it might be a bit weird if we both greeted you at the door." Midoriya scratches at the back of his head, clearly just as out of his depth as the Ice and Fire hero. Shouto just nods, allowing Midoriya to take the lead once again to take him up the stairs and into your bedroom.
The door opens, Midoriya stepping out of the way to stand next to the bed and Shouto is certain his heart stops for a second at the sight before him. He had never been in any situation before where he had seen you in anything less than clothing except maybe the one time he had seen you in a bikini but even then that didn't feel quite as sexual as this. The lump in his throat is back with vengeance, tightening as he continues to ogle at you openly.
His eyes start at your feet, skin nearly showing through the sheer material of the stockings you were wearing. It makes his toes curl against the thick-carpeted floor the longer his eyes glide up the glossy material until he meets the apex of your thighs, the pudge of your thighs just spilling out over the top of the tight material has him salivating. Nothing has quite looked as biteable as your thighs. He follows along the suspender belt holding up the stockings, eyes briefly grazing over the thin piece of material hiding away the very thing he would be buried inside of at some point tonight. But before he could eye the rest of what you were wearing, Midoriya speaks.
"Angel, why don't you stand up and show Shouto what a pretty girl you are, hm? Got all dressed up for him and everything." Shouto finally looks at your face, the bashful look on your face is adorable he thinks. You look just as shy as he feels but you do what you're told. Sliding off of the bed until you're stood not too far from the man himself, he has to tilt his head down to look at you properly and for some reason, the size difference has something stirring in his stomach.
He does his best to slow his heart, to stop the butterflies from bursting from his chest at the way you look at him through your eyelashes before you do a slow spin for him. He thinks he can hear Midoriya groan over the blood pounding in his ears when his eyes instantly dart down to the ample amount of skin on display when you give your back to him. He was right about the thin material of your panties, but this was much more than what he imagined. The thong was doing nothing to hide anything from behind, the string buried deep between your asscheeks and something in the back of his mind tells him he wants to definitely have you on your hands and knees at some point tonight.
When you finally turn around again, he has to clear his throat and look away. The heat on his face must be obvious because you laugh, not a condescending one but one that's more like bells chiming. "I hope you like it, Todoroki-kun." He tries not to think too much about the honorific, clearing his throat again.
"You can just call me Shouto, just sounds like Midoriya is the one trying to seduce me when you use that name." This time you do laugh, genuinely and his eyes snap back to your own, just for his hands to grow a little bit more sweaty and the racing in his heart to pick back up. You looked beautiful.
"Sorry, of course, Shouto." you smile, half turning back to look at your boyfriend who is smiling himself, before Midoriya switches his gaze away from you and onto Shouto.
Shouto shuffles a little on his feet, trying to give himself a little more breathing room in his pants before he speaks. "Uh, are there any rules? What's on the table and what's not?"
You step aside, letting Midoriya speak whilst you seem to busy yourself off to the side somewhere and it's taking the years of hero work for him to keep his eyes on Midoriya and not you, as you bend over to grab something off of the floor. "Uh, well, we did talk about it and there're not too many rules, I guess. She said it's a hard no on things like piss, scat, that sort of thing..." Midoriya has to look down at his feet, this conversation was clearly neither of them had ever seen happening in their lives.
"And for me, I may have taken some quirk cancelling cuffs from the agency—"
The two heroes glance over to the sound of giggling, Shouto's eyes shamelessly roaming over the front of your lingerie set. It's a beautiful red shade, and the colour choice is definitely not lost on him. "Sorry, you both just look adorable blushing over it like two school girls." Your eyes meet his own when his lips lift into a gentle smile, he can't help but be thankful you're at ease with the idea. He worried that maybe Midoriya had pushed this kink onto you but you seem just as relaxed and at home with both men just feet away from you whilst you were in nothing but underwear.
Finally, you come back over, stepping past Shouto and towards Midoriya who follows your own steps backwards until his knees are forced to bend when he hits the futon. Shouto can't help but watch the expression on Midoriyas face, he was so enraptured by you even as he offered up his wrists, allowing you to click on the metal and strip him of his quirk. "Love you," you murmur before pressing a gentle kiss to Izuku's lips, smiling at the obvious heart eyes the green-haired man was giving back.
And then suddenly, all the attention was back on Shouto as you turned around to face him. The space between the both of you seems to dwindle in a matter of seconds, and he can now smell the sweet perfume you have on — it's making his head feel fuzzy and eyes lower until he's giving the exact same look back; the look of absolute desire. The warmth of your hand on his chest has him jolting, body strung high and muscles were drawn tight as he watches the way your fingers delicately dance over his shirt until you reach the buttons on his shirt.
"We know all about my rules but what about yours, Shouto? What do you want from this?" your voice sounds like honey, his brain struggling to wade through it when all of his attention is locked onto the way your hands are now moving to undo his buttons, the brief brush of your bare skin on his has his body flaring in heat and toes curling again.
He somehow manages to gain power over his tongue again, eyes however still unable to break away from your now roaming hands as they brushed over his pectoral muscles. "I'm not sure," he admits and his heart flutters when your eyes met his, a little wide and almost shocked? "I mean, I don't know if I have any rules. I'm just here for you, and making you feel good." His admission even has him stumped, was that the truth? Was he really just here for you?
Yes. His mind supplies, he is most definitely here for you.
You swallow thickly, the subtle squeezing of your thighs not going unmissed by the man who was watching you like a hawk. Shouto figures that you're probably more used to Midoriya taking control in the bedroom, so his hands raise finally from the place they were frozen at. Both hands cupping either side of your head delicately, tilting you up to look at him and he can't stop himself from leaning in, a gentle "You look beautiful," passing by his lips before they're pressing into your own.
He feels your fingers curl against the undone material of his shirt, pulling on it gently to press the entirety of your upper body against his abdomen and chest, the warmth of the skin-on-skin contact having him suck in a harsh breath through his nose. Faintly he can hear Midoriya groan, a thump of what must be his head hitting the wall whilst Shouto opens your mouth carefully with his own, letting his tongue test the waters by brushing against your own. You're so receptive to his advances, letting him take control of the situation entirely and just becoming complete putty in the palm of his hands when his tongue drags along the roof of your mouth, flicking against the back of your teeth before he's diving back in for more.
Something clicks in Shouto's mind, something deep and primal telling him to consume you whole. That he can't rest until he has you shaking and sobbing beneath him whilst he bullies his way through your walls. The thought has his cock twitching between the tight constraints of his slacks, so he takes action. He keeps the hold on your head, lips still attached to your own as he carefully manoeuvres you around until you're forced to pull away from the kiss before falling onto your back on the bed.
It's sinful, the way you're looking up at him, propped up on your elbows and chest heaving in shaky breaths. He feels powerful, too powerful, as he stands over you. Your eyes don't leave him as he starts to peel off the shirt, tossing it onto the floor to be forgotten about for now before his hands are on the black leather belt at his waist, deft fingers undoing and ripping it free from his trousers with a quick snap that has you jumping in place. Just as his hands move to undo the button, he watches you hastily sit up and place your hands against his thighs. A raised eyebrow asks you a silent question.
"Let me," your hands smooth over the expanse of his thighs, feeling the muscle tense the further you slide up. "Please? Wanna make you feel good first." How could he say no with the way you're looking up at him and steadily pushing him back enough to make room between him and the bed so you can kneel in front of him. His eyes flutter at the release of pressure when you undo the button and the fly of his slacks. The tip of your nose drags along the bulge in his boxers, nuzzling into it as your hands continue to stroke up and up along his deep-set v-line, fingers dancing over his abdominal muscles and down through the mixture of red and white hair.
The groan comes from somewhere deep in his chest when your soft warm hand reaches back down to his boxers, easily pulling him free and the air feels cold against the sticky tip of his cock making him twitch as you stare at him with no shame. The warmth of your breath has his hands moving up into your hair, brushing it away from your face just in time for you to flick your eyes up at him. He would've believed it were just the two of you if it weren't for the shift of something off to the side and just as Shouto glances to the side, it's like he's been punched in the gut.
The warmth of your mouth around the tip of his cock has him flinching, fingers digging into the scalp of your head and when he looks back down at you, you have the audacity to smile up at him as if you knew exactly what you were doing. Your tongue swirled around the leaky tip, lapping up every drop of pre that he couldn't seem to stop drooling before you took ahold of him at the base, holding him in place as you slowly tortured him with your tongue. The pressure of the tip of your tongue dragging along the prominent vein had his head spinning and he expected you to retrace the path you drew with your tongue, so when you slipped down enough to draw his balls into his mouth he moaned, pretty lips parting to let the noises free unabashedly.
Finally, you returned back to the tip of his cock, angling yourself just so that you could spit against the tip, gentle fingers stroking him up and down to spread it fully all the whilst you were staring up at him, eyes blown wide and he imagines he's mirroring the exact expression on your face. He watched as you leaned closer, not once breaking the eye contact as your lips parted to let his cock slip deeper into your mouth, tongue wiggling to accommodate his length.
"Oh, fuck," Midoriya moans off to the side, and Shouto does glance over this time without the fear of being caught off-guard. Izuku seems to be in no better shape than himself, his hands desperately trying to grab at himself through his loose basketball shorts despite being restrained by the cuffs. "Hah, she's too good with her mouth."
Shouto can't dispute that, the way your tongue is welcoming him further and further into your throat has his quirk threatening to misfire, his toes curling desperately into the carpet every time you gag and pull back. He sweeps his hands through your hair again, gathering it the best he can to hold it out of your way at the back of your head and he angles his body back so Izuku had a good view of what his girlfriend was doing to him, how her throat constricted and how her cheeks were streaked with tears every time she tried to take the entirety of his cock down her throat.
But he wasn't here just to be sucked off, the reminder of the hot coil tightening in his stomach being enough for him to pull on your hair to get you to release him from your mouth. The string of saliva is lewd, downright dirty as it snaps and sticks to your chin, dripping down onto the top of your breasts. His hand automatically comes down to the base of his cock, squeezing as hard as he can to stave off the need to cum on your face right there and then.
"On the bed, beautiful." he smiles at you, and you're quick to stand up and wipe off the excess saliva from your face before you're clambering onto the bed. He watches you kneel there for a second, unsure of what position he wants you in until he speaks again. "Hands and knees, let me see that pretty ass of yours." He loves how obedient you are, immediately moving to get on your hands and knees, arching your back just enough to present everything to him in a beautiful lace package.
He edges closer to the edge of the bed, his hands unable to stop themselves from reaching out to slide along the exposed skin of your hips and down to your ass. For once he was thankful for having big hands, stretching his fingers as much as he could to grab handfuls of your ass to watch the fat pool between his fingers before releasing it to watch it jiggle back into place. His hands slip back down over the curve of your ass, thumbs tucking against the top of your thighs to spread you open for his greedy eyes despite the material of your panties still being there.
If you could even call them panties that is, he watched the way your pussy swallowed the material until it was rubbing just right against you when you swayed your hips in his grip. "So wet already," his voice is low, dripping with needy lust when he focuses on the glisten of your lower lips. He can't help but lean in, mouthing at the exposed skin as well as the black lace that had been pushed deeper against you. You moan, finally, loud at the pressure of his nose pressing against your clenching hole whilst his tongue lapped against your sticky arousal. It was filthy, the way he was lapping at you like a man who hadn't had a sip of water in weeks but you tasted so good. So sweet. He wanted to drink at the oasis between your legs for eternity.
God, he wants you so fucking bad and every second where he isn't buried inside of you is agonising. How did he not know Midoriya was into this earlier? How many times had he missed out on being buried inside of you for the sake of his best friend's dirty perversion? He can't help but feel the need to make up for "lost time". So he pulls back, much to your whine at the loss of pressure and warmth against your clothed pussy but that's quickly forgotten about when his fingers unclip the clasps of your suspended belt before tugging down your thong. He helps you out of it until the sodden lace is forgotten about with his shirt on the floor.
The bed dips when he kneels behind you, and it must be an instinct for you to drop to your elbows and raise your hips up for him, the arch in your back well trained. It has his cock twitching against his stomach, abs tensing when he nears close enough that he can feel the warmth between your legs against the length of his dick. His hands spread against your ass again, spreading you open for his eyes whilst he rolls his hips back and forth. The sticky squelching sound is obscene when his cock rubs up and down your slit, and he isn't even inside of you yet. Did it turn you on just as much to be fucked by another man?
He looks up from the space between your legs just to catch your eyes looking at him over your shoulder, your hair was a mess and the look you were giving him was pleading. Your hips bucked impatiently backwards when he caught your clit again against the tip of his cock before he's angling himself with the help of his hand, the head catching against your entrance. This time he watches the way your mouth opens, the sweetest of moans dripping from plump lips as he inches deeper and deeper.
"Oh, fuck, shit." Shouto groans, eyebrows furrowing whilst he watches every last inch disappear deeper and deeper inside of you until his hips were flush with your ass. He can feel everything with how tight you're wrapped around him, the way you squeeze and flutter when his cock twitches with the need to cum. "Stop squeezing so much princess, 'm not gonna last..." he sounds breathless, mostly because he is. It feels like he's run a mile, all his muscles drawn tight and a trigger away from failing to satisfy you.
"Sho..." you give him a minute to recuperate, to let him get used to the tight wet heat wrapped around him until you impatiently wiggle your hips enough to elicit a low groan from the man. "Fuck me, please, Shouto."
He doesn't need to be told twice.
He gives an experimental roll of his hips, stomach flipping at the way you squeeze at him again when his hips bump back against your ass. His hands find their way to your hips, flexing his fingers until he has a firm grip against you and you seem to know what's coming as you lower yourself down until the side of your face is pressed into the bed sheets.
And then he isn't holding back, the rhythmic pat, pat, pat of his thighs hitting your own is loud. The low moans coming from his left is enough to know that he's definitely fulfilling his best friends request but also your own with the way you're babbling nonsense, talking about how his cock is so big, "Feel so full, 's too much," and he briefly wonders if you're just talking him up in front of your boyfriend. Was that a part of the kink? To degrade your partner because you had to get another man to please you? He blinks a little at the realisation, earning himself a peek over to see how Midoriya was holding up in the whole situation.
And it's no surprise to see he had somehow managed to wrangle himself out of his shorts, big hands struggling to stroke himself properly with the restraints on his wrists but he doesn't seem deterred in the way he's stroking himself, moaning when you speak dirty about how good Shouto feels. The tiny devil on Shouto's shoulder tells him to engage in this, to see just how far he could push Midoriya whilst balls deep inside of the other man's girlfriend.
With a new goal in mind, Shouto leans his body over your own and hooks a large hand around your throat to pull you up into an awkward arch. You're looking up at him through your eyelashes, lips parted in a silent moan at the new angle he's forcing you to take his cock in. "Is it really too much for you? Your boyfriend not big enough to satisfy a pretty slut like you?" he watches the way your pupils expand, swallowing the beautiful shade of your iris whole. Seems he hit the nail on the head too with Midoriya who grunts, a loud thump of what must be his head on the wall but Shouto can't take his eyes away from you.
"Why don't you show your boyfriend what a good little slut you are, and ride me?" It's a rhetorical question you realise as he pulls out, the cool air of the room sticking to the sticky slick coating his cock whilst he moves around you to lay on the bed, angling himself so Midoriya would have the perfect view of just what he wants. You move to straddle him before he holds up a hand and uses his index finger to indicate for you to face the opposite way—to face your boyfriend.
His hands find their place back on your hips when you settle over him, hand wrapping around the length of his cock before you're guiding him back deep inside of him with a pretty moan. He does wish he could see your face, to see just how good he's making you feel on your cock but this angle, the way you're leaning back to press your hands against his chest, has him seeing stars. And clearly, it must be doing the same for you, it feels like he's drowning in just how wet you are when you lower yourself down and raise back up to reveal a creamy ring at the base of his cock.
"You look so sexy, angel," Midoriya comments from somewhere Shouto can't see, but he can hear the way his hand speeds up at the new view Shouto has given him. "Takin' him so well, look at you."
His words seem to inject more adrenaline into your veins as you start to bounce up and down a little faster, but he can feel the way you're starting to falter, the way your feet keep slipping against the sheets so Shouto lets his hero stamina take over, gripping your waist hard before he's bucking his hips up hard enough to plant his feet hard on the bed. Then he's fucking up into you, pounding at a pace that has you nearly screaming, head lolling back as he continues to bully the tip of his cock against the one spot that has you twitching, thighs tensing and jumping each time he hits it.
And he knows it too, Shouto knows you're close, so he doesn't stop. Keeps the brutal pace that has even his thighs burning, and his balls drawing up tight as he throws both you and himself over the edge of the orgasm that he had been holding back from the very second you pulled him into your mouth. The way your walls milk him has his head dropping back, bi-coloured hair falling away from his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling trying to suck in a breath deep enough to steady himself. But he can't, not with the way you remain sat atop of him even when his legs relax back down onto the bed.
Especially not when you lean forward, hands planting against his thighs and you fucking grind against him. The whine in Shouto's throat is unsuspecting, catching himself off guard but you don't seem deterred, if anything you're moving with a little more vigour in your hips as you raise up, just enough for him to watch the way his cum spills out from your still clenching pussy and dripping down the length of his cock before you drop down again.
"Fuck, wait," his hands try to push against your hips to get you to stop, to just let his sensitive dick relax but you're not listening, rolling your hips back and forth perfectly and he can feel his cock twitch again, another hot stream of cum painting your walls. His toes curl painfully, every muscle in his body unable to relax as you continue to milk him for all he's worth, to have every drop of his seed buried deep inside of you. Shouto knows he could easily push you off, but he can't find that strength to stop you—in truth, it feels too fucking good.
"'m gonna cum," he hears you moan, but he can't see past the stars behind his eyes, can't really hear much over the sound of the blood in his veins running a hundred miles per hour. This time your orgasm is much faster, squeezing and clamping down on his cock which has the man jolting, fucking himself deeper into you despite the ache in his balls and the prickly pain of overstimulation that is making him feel lightheaded. He lets you ride out your orgasm until finally, finally, you roll off of him and onto the bed next to him.
For the first time in what must be ten minutes, he can finally breathe, taking in greedy breaths and letting his head fall to the side to watch you. You're in no better shape, sweaty and taking in uneven breaths. So he reaches over, cupping a hand on the back of your neck and he watches the relief hit you almost instantly, the coolness eliciting a gentle shudder down your spine. He's about to speak before he hears someone clear their throat, and he lifts his head enough to look over the mess of his own body to see Midoriya is in a bad state.
The man had came all over himself, reaching as far as his collarbone and his face was glistening with sweat. He was beet red, eyes unfocused as he continued to stare at the two of you on the bed. "Fuck, I," he clears his throat again with a gentle laugh. "We have to do that again sometime, can't tell you how fucking hot that was."
And Shouto looks over to you, to see your response but you're already looking at him with a gentle smile, a tired look in your eyes. "Only if you want to," you say, and you cringe a little at the way your voice is hoarse.
"Of course," he relaxes into the bed again. "Maybe next time Midoriya can join me."
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➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist' disclaimer: i would totally fuck katsuki if izuku asked me to lol, dont need to tell me twice
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starlazergazer · 1 year
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Fallen Sick
Pairing: Anakin x Reader
Summary: With a threat of invasion hanging over your head your role as senator has never felt more important. Your immune system, however, seemed to disagree as you fall sick instead. However, unwilling to slow down even a little to try and curb the sickness leads to Anakin having to follow you around taking care of you.
Warnings: None little bit of angst but mostly fluffy Anakin worrying about you
Word count: 4k
A/N: No request for this one but was something I wrote to help me get back into the mood for writing. Thank you so much for everyone who sent messages checking on me in the last month I really appreciate you!! Also I hope you like this piece I wrote it pretty much for fun so enjoy!
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You tried your best to ignore how much harder it seemed to breathe in this moment, only allowing your mouth to open mere centimeters to allow air to pass through, your nose far too clogged to breathe through it.
Around you conversation of the incoming separatist forces swelled but you had since given up listening, instead choosing to fight your eyelids as they threatened to close, already having lost the posture war with your spine as you slumped over in your chair.
You could feel the sweat accumulate on your back, regretting your choice in thick, warm clothing in this moment though you could remember minutes ago when you were shivering, angry at yourself for not choosing something even warmer.
In this moment you could feel your body’s need for rest but refused to give in to it. The separatist army was a day out from the city, the clone army you had to beg the senate to send over was currently being welcomed to the area and despite the evacuation notice the city was still at 30% capacity. Despite whatever your body seemed to think you needed you were not slowing down until you knew your home was safe.
With no warning you swiftly closed your notebook before you, giving your advisors around the table a stiff nod as you stood “it’s a good plan and I have complete faith in it but at a certain point there is only so much more we can discuss before the separatist army inevitably descends”
You were met with solemn nods in agreement all around before your secretary of defense spoke up “we will stop them before they reach the city senator, the clone army you brought in will help with that”
And though you wanted to believe his words you couldn’t help but doubt them, see them for the empty promise meant only to console you that they were, but you couldn’t help but appreciate them, giving him a small smile and a final nod before making for the exit.
The door before you slid open to reveal Anakin Skywalker standing just on the other side, already expecting you. A small smile started to grow at the sight though quickly dropped from your face as you saw what he was holding, a glass of water and two small pills.
“Ani-“ you groaned softly with a roll of your eyes, pushing past him to continue down the hallway, Anakin quickly falling into step beside you.
“Don’t Ani me” he shook his head “just take the pills”
“I don’t need them” you objected, refusing to make eye contact, picking up your pace ever so slightly trying to hurry to the next meeting.
“Okay” he shrugged nonchalantly “let me check then”
Your pace hiccupped, a brief pause in your step as you side eyed him “Anakin-“
“Come on” he interrupted your whine, already shifting the pills to his other hand so that he had one free “two seconds just let me check”
With a small huff you stopped on the spot, turning to face Anakin giving him the opportunity to press the back of his hand to your forehead. And though you knew he wouldn’t have a good reaction you were still a little startled when his skin made contact for no more than a second before he was pulling his hand back with a hiss, eyes wide as he looked down at you.
“Oh you’re being dramatic” you rolled your eyes, going back to walking down the hallway.
Anakin lagged behind you for only a second before catching back up with you “You’re burning up Y/N”
“I’m fine” you urged him, putting as much force into your voice as possible as you tried to storm ahead “and I’m late so if you could-“
Your words died as Anakin hurried ahead of you, stopping right in front of you, physically blocking your path with crossed arms.
You froze before him, glaring up at him with your own crossed arm, a battle of wills you knew you were going to lose though it was still worth a try.
“I’m not trying to be difficult-“ Anakin started though you quickly interrupted.
“Really? Then what are you doing right now keeping me from my next meeting?”
He sighed dramatically, again extending the hand with the pills in it to you “Just take the pills Y/N, then I’ll let you go”
And in that moment you chose to ignore the ‘let you’ comment, instead quickly grabbing the medication from his hand, tossing them in your mouth and taking the water from him to wash them down. Not waiting a second you pushed past him as soon as you swallowed, your shoulder pushing his back as you stormed past.
You got no more than a few steps before you felt his fingers wrapping around your forearm, pulling you back softly. You spun around to glare at Anakin, trying to ignore the way his expression softened as he looked down at you.
“Look Y/N I’m just trying to help” he seemed to plead with you, his voice dropping down to just above a whisper “I know there is a lot going on right now and you’re needed by everyone but you need to do at least the bare minimum to take care of yourself. You can’t help anyone if you can’t stand on your own feet”
And despite how much you disliked it you had to admit he was right, anger slowly starting to sink down within you as you took a deep breath, unable to do much more than give him a small nod before turning back around and making your way further down the hallway.
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You weren’t too surprised to see Anakin waiting for you in the hallway after your next meeting, though you were sure there was better things he should have been doing in that moment.
“Med time again already?” You asked him with a tentative teasing tone, feeling relief as you watched a soft smile grow on his face as he approached you.
“Got another two hours” He answered, “just wanted to come check on you”
You appreciated the truce the two of you seemed to have fallen into, though still refused to flat out admit that the medication was the right call. “I’m okay”
“Yeah I’ve heard that before” he responded skeptically, eyes scanning you as he tried to figure out if you looked any better.
You opened your mouth to respond when you heard your name being called from across the hall. You spun to see councilman Tusken heading in your direction with an eager smile on his face.
“Councilman” you greeted him, both you and Anakin turning to address the man as he approached “how are you?”
“I’m doing well” he smiled down at you “I just wanted to let you know-“
And suddenly it was as if your hearing had stopped working, a high pitched ringing sounded in your ear instead as you flinched ever so slightly, doing your best to act as if you were still listening.
The councilman noticed nothing as he continued to drone on though your head started to spin, your body swaying ever so slightly as you fought to keep your balance, feeling your heartbeat in your neck.
“Councilman I’m so sorry” you interrupted him, knowing you needed to cut of the conversation as soon as possible “I just realized I’m running late do you mind if I find you later?”
“No no not at all” he assured you politely, already retreating back across the hall as he spoke “it can wait”
You waited until the councilman was out of sight before collapsing into Anakin’s side, the Jedi’s quick reflexes proving useful as he caught you against him effortlessly.
“I’m-I’m sorry” You mumbled against him, trying to push yourself off his torso and back to your feet, using Anakin’s balance to anchor yourself better, noticing that the room seemed to stop spinning around you at least “I don’t know what that was”
Anakin helped you shift your weight back to your own feet though his hands never left your sides, as he stooped down to your eye level, worried blue eyes bouncing back and forth between your own “Yeah come on” he nodded slightly as he stood back up to his full height, pulling you softly forward “you’re going to lie down”
“No” you protested weekly, trying to shake his hands off of you “I need to-“ you couldn’t seem to get out full sentences, the disorientation taking full effect as you fought the intense urge to sit down on the spot “I need to speak to councilman Chall about the evacuation”
“Y/N you can’t even stand right now” Anakin argued, again trying to pull you though you stayed rooted on the spot.
“We’re still at 30%” you argued back with a weak shake of your head “We need to get them out”
Anakin sighed softly, reluctantly giving up on his efforts to pull you forward before coming back to your eye level “what if I personally oversaw the evacuation effort?”
You drew your eyebrows together at that, scrunching up your face at him “you?”
And he couldn’t help but laugh softly at your expression, giving his head another soft shake “If you agree right now to go back to your room and take a nap I will get every person out of the area if I have to carry them out myself”
And despite everything you felt your resolve crumble a little bit, feeling the sincerity in his words, knowing that if you were to trust the effort with anyone it would be Anakin. “You’ll make sure they’re safe”
His hands came down to grab both of yours, giving them a soft squeeze “I promise you I will do everything I can to make sure everyone is safe”
After a brief pause you knew there was no more you could do, no better you could ask honestly, and so you agreed, nodding your head at him albeit reluctantly “Okay fine”
At this Anakin broke out into a grin, pulling you forward again and happy to see that you followed him this time “Good because I don’t know how to put this nicely but you look like crap Y/N”
A chuckle escaped you as you let yourself be pulled along “you sure know how to charm a woman Skywalker”
-
You never liked to give Anakin the satisfaction of knowing he was right, very familiar with the smirk he always gave you that was more adorable than it had any business being, the look in his eye that told you he was going to hold it over your head for years to come. None of it was worth the trouble.
But even you had to admit the nap was the right call.
You woke up feeling more refreshed than you had ever been, feeling for the first time in days as if you were truly fitting in your own skin, truly cognizant of the world. Your head felt lighter, softer, your muscles no longer groaning with the slightest movements, you felt good.
With a content sigh you picked yourself up into a sitting position, gaze falling to the window naturally, taking in the high noon sun without feeling a sharp pang in your head for the first time in days.
You took a deep breath, taking a moment to truly appreciate the break in your fever before it hit you, high noon sun. It had been mid afternoon when you went to bed, the only way there could be a high noon sun was if it was the next day, the day of the separatist army’s invasion.
You were on your feet in the next second, sprinting to your closet pulling out the first outfit you could find. You vaguely noted the sound of the door opening as you dressed in the closet, head poking out as you heard a voice call out.
“I’m glad to see you on your feet senator”
You smiled at Jaina your advisor, throwing a shirt over your head before hopping out of the closet struggling to pull your foot into your shoe as you did so. “More than that I feel fantastic”
And though you had a smile on your face you watched Jaina’s own fall as she took in your outfit. “You’re dressed to go out?”
“Yes” you answered simply, as if it were obvious “the separatist army should be reaching the edge of the city any minute now”
“They arrived half an hour ago” she answered softly, as if she didn’t really want to tell you that.
You swore softly under your breath, going back into the closet to grab your blaster, you’d slept too long.
“I’ve been told by Master Skywalker to watch you” she called back to you as you tucked your blaster into its holster.
“And you’ve done an excellent job” You called back to her “I feel great”
“I-“ she stuttered slightly “I’m not sure you can leave”
You raised a brow at her, already making your way to the door “I can do whatever I want, no matter what Master Skywalker said, he is in charge of neither me nor you”
“Right it’s just that-“ and that was all you let her get out before you left the room.
-
You spotted a familiar trooper in position behind a piece of rubble, taking shots over it when the opportunity presented itself.
You ran up beside him, your back connecting a little too harsly with the stone as you came to a stop, your chest heaving with your quick shallow breaths as you shouted over the battle around you. “What’re we looking at?”
His helmet turned ever so slightly for just a moment, do doubt getting a brief look from the corner of his eye before he let out a loud sigh, “Oh the general’s not going to like this”
You let out a soft chuckle with a shake of your head, taking the brief pause in lasers flying over your head as an opportunity to get a shot out before answering “what the general doesn’t know won’t hurt him”
“Right well do me a favor and make sure the general doesn’t figure it out” Rex sighed, just in time for a familiar voice to sound.
“Make sure the general doesn’t figure out what” Anakin’s smug voice sounded just before his body came flying over the rubble you were hiding behind, the jedi effortlessly vaulting the large rock before slamming his back to it just as you had done, his head snapping almost immediately to you, any smirk immediately dropping from his face as he took you in, “what are you doing here?”
You heard Rex faintly mutter a “great” under his breath before you could answer with a  roll of your eyes.
“I’m here to help”
Another break in the shooting giving you just enough time to spring up and get off a shot though just as you shifted your weight Anakin’s hand shot to your shoulder, pulling you back down to your kneeling position “What do you mean you’re here to help?” It almost came out as more of a demand than a question. “You’re sick you’re supposed to be resting you’re-” throughout his rambling his hands had started roaming your arms, checking for any issues before coming up to your face, the back of a hand resting against your forehead, before going to your check “you actually seem to be feeling a bit better” and despite everything going on around you a small smile grew on his face.
“I am” you nodded with a small smile of your own, “So I came to help”
The smile dropped from his face on the spot, the seriousness of a jedi general taking over once again “I don’t care how well you’re feeling now you cannot be here”
“I serve this planet not you” you countered “I’m not going anywhere”
Anakin looked down at you in dejection, unsure of what he could say in this moment to get you to leave when an explosion sounded from one street over, eliciting a string of swear words under Anakin’s breath.
He gave you one last look or warning before vaulting over the rubble calling out Rex’s name as he did so.
“I’ve got her General” Rex called out as Anakin took off down the street.
You took the opportunity to peak up and get another shot out, already planning out your route for advancement as you did so. “You’ve got me huh?”
“Just don’t get yourself killed okay?” Rex grumbled as he took a few shots of his own “I’d never hear the end of it”
You smirked at him, sending him a quick wink before jumping over the rubble, counting on Rex to cover you as you did so without a second thought.
-
You stared down at the piles of destroyed robots discarded simply to the side of the street, and tried not to let your own despair take over. You had won, the separatist army had been forced to retreat, the city was safe but at what cost? Buildings had been destroyed beyond hope of repair, people’s homes, businesses, their livelihoods all gone. You didn’t even want to know how many of your own had died in the fight, a fight that didn’t even feel like your own.
“You shouldn’t have done that” A familiar voice sounded from over your shoulder, you didn’t turn your head to respond. “You had nearly collapsed in the hallway hours ago you need to be in bed”
“I made it” you voice came out hollow, your eyes never tearing from the metal scraps below “I’m fine”
“Come here” you heard him sigh, his body coming in to block your view as he raised a hand to your forehead.
You slapped it away without a second thought, rolling your eyes as you took a step back from him “I said I’m fine”
“And I’ve heard those words before” He insisted, taking back the step you had put between the two of you “they were a lie then, are they a lie now?”
“I’m a big girl Anakin” you challenged, raising your chin to make eye contact with him for the first time “I know how to take care of myself”
“Do you?” he challenged, his voice raising slightly as the frustration built in it “because you’re so out of things it looks like you struggle to get through a simple conversation and you say you’re fine, you run a fever so hot your skin is uncomfortable to touch and you say you’re fine, you nearly collapse in a hallway because your legs can’t support your own weight and you say you’re fine. Then I finally manage to get you to slow down and take some medication and a nap and I find you in the middle of a battlefield hours later. That is not taking care of yourself Y/N that is a death wish”
“You’re being dramatic” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms defensively over yourself, avoiding eye contact with Anakin while he pointedly stared back at you.
“I’m not-“ Anakin exclaimed loudly before cutting himself off, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he let out a deep sigh, crossing his arms in front of him before his gaze returned to you “Look it’s over, the city’s safe, they’re loading up the transports I’ve got to go”
He turned around with little more notice, barely giving you time to react.
“Hold on what?” You reached out to grab his wrist, stopping him in his place.
“Missions over” he shrugged off your hold, already taking steps back, his voice small and hollow “I’m glad you’re feeling better Y/N, really”
And with that he turned to leave again, giving you seconds to debate your next move before instinct took over and you yelled out the first thing you could think of “I don’t like feeling helpless”
Thankfully Anakin paused at your voice, not turning around to face you but at least listening.
“I love being a senator and working to create systematic change but a lot of the time it feels useless, we’re so far removed on Coruscant” You sighed, watching hopefully as Anakin slowly turned to make eye contact with you “Then all of a sudden there was a threat of invasion, people on my home planet people I swore to protect were in real immediate danger and I had the ability to provide real, tangible help, and I was just supposed to let some cold take me out? Give up on everyone because I’ve got the sniffles”
Anakin sighed at your words, leaning against the wall “It was more than just the sniffles Y/N”
“I know that” you assured him quickly “or at least I did by yesterday but at first it was something I could just push through, and there was so much going on, so many people asking for my advice I felt like I couldn’t let them down, couldn’t let my home down”
“That’s why you have a staff, have people to work with, people you can trust to take over when you can’t do it” His voice seemed to grow softer and more empathetic with every word, his tone practically begging you to listen to what he was saying, to really listen.
“I know it’s just-“ You sighed, running a frustrated hand through your hair as you spoke “isn’t it selfish to put your own needs before those of an entire planet?”
At this Anakin chuckled softly, the sight of his smile even if it was just a small one breaking through a few layers of ice, a weight lifted off your chest. He pushed himself off the wall and came to stand right in front of you, bowing down slightly to stare directly into your eyes “Not if putting yourself first now means you can continue to serve this planet later”
Doubtfully you stared back at him, your eyes dancing wordlessly back and forth between his, Anakin picking up on your doubt quickly before continuing “You can’t help anyone if you’re stuck in a med bay,” he sighed “It’s better to do little things now than be completely taken out later. That means you can’t run yourself into the ground Y/N, that means not pushing yourself through work till you physically collapse and especially not rushing onto an active battlefield. You need to take care of yourself because I won’t always be here to do it for you”
Reluctantly you nodded with a small sigh, looking up at him through your lashes as he straightened back up to his full height, a small, satisfied smile on his face at your agreeance. “Does that include now?” you asked him softly.
He chuckled at that, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side as he led you back to the capital “I suppose I can ‘accidentally’ miss my transport ship for the next few days”
“Good” you responded cheerfully, happily leaning into him as you walked “because I’m not sure if I’ll be able to walk anywhere for the next few days. You’ll have to carry me”
“mmmhm” he hummed back in amusement, giving you a soft squeeze from the side.
“Wouldn’t want to push myself too hard”
“No we wouldn’t” he agreed
“And how’s your cooking cause I think homemade soup is exactly what I need to get better”
“Don’t push your luck princess”
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en-dazed · 9 months
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midnight cravings - yang jungwon
PAIRINGS: jungwon x reader
GENRES: fluff
WARNINGS: mentions of food
PROMPT: in which jungwon cooks for you at midnight
WORD COUNT: 1155 words
A/N: this is very mundane actually but i love imagining these little domestic moments with them 🥺
likes, reblogs and any interactions are appreciated <3 as always, let me know if you liked it!
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You laid with your head on Jungwon’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. His hand rests on your back, tracing soothing patterns on the small of your waist. The delicate touch of his fingers sent a shiver of warmth down your body. The clock on your nightstand showed half past midnight and you groaned internally. 
These were the moments you treasured the most, the ones that you missed the most when he was gone. You wanted so badly to just let yourself fall asleep in his arms but there was just one problem. 
“Wonnie,” He hummed in reply to you. 
“I’m so hungry.” You admitted, hoping he wouldn’t hear the loud noises of protest that your stomach was making at the moment. His fingers paused momentarily, the soothing patterns on your back ceasing as he took in your words.
Then, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, filled with warmth and amusement. “Should we order some late night food? Or do you want me to make you something?” He offered and your heart soared. It was past midnight and you knew he must be tired after a long day but here he was offering to cook for you just because you were hungry. 
A surge of affection washed over you as you gazed up at him, grateful for his unwavering care for you. You felt lucky, to be able to yourself Yang Jungwon’s and to have him love you so selflessly like this. 
A small smile formed on your lips as you reached up to caress his cheek. "Thank you, Wonnie. Can we cook together? I’ll help you.” 
Jungwon returned your smile, his eyes shimmering with affection. With a tender kiss placed on your forehead, he gently disentangled himself from your embrace and rose from the bed. Together, you made your way to the kitchen, hand in hand. 
In the well-lit kitchen you helped Jungwon gather the utensils and ingredients. You struggled to reach a pot that had somehow ended up on the top cupboard, stretching and standing on your tiptoes, determined to get it. 
“Let me get it for you, baby.” Jungwon came up behind you, reaching up and effortlessly grabbing the pot you were struggling to get. His chest on your back felt warm and you unconsciously leaned into him. 
Grateful for Jungwon's assistance, you turned around to face him, feeling your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and affection. His warm gaze met yours, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly at your reaction.
"You know, you're adorable when you're trying to reach things," he teased, his voice filled with genuine fondness.
You playfully swatted his arm, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Hey, I can be independent too, you know," you retorted, though the sparkle in your eyes betrayed your amusement.
Jungwon pulled you closer, his arms encircling your waist as he rested his chin on the top of your head. "Of course you can, love," he whispered, his voice laced with tenderness. "But that doesn't mean I won't lend a hand when I can."
You melted into his embrace, relishing the feeling of being enveloped in his warmth. The scent of his cologne mingled with the aroma of the kitchen, creating a comforting atmosphere that made you feel at ease.
As you stood together in the kitchen, Jungwon guided you through the process of preparing the simple meal. He cheekily stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your hands as you chopped the vegetables. “I’m just trying to help you!” He said with a glint in his eyes and you laughed. 
Jungwon made sure that he was always, always in contact with you, no matter what he did. He made you stand in front of him as he stirred the ingredients on the pot, his chin resting on your head. He found every excuse he could to ‘help’ you, ushering you away from actually doing anything of significance. 
You couldn't help but steal glances at Jungwon, a sense of contentment and happiness swelling within you. The domesticity and intimacy of the situation made you feel giddy. 
He noticed your stare. “What?”
“Nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you.” 
Jungwon's eyes softened, his gaze filled with warmth and affection. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss. "I love you more.” He whispered, his voice filled with sincerity
The two of you continued to cook together, savouring the shared moments and the anticipation of the meal to come. As the aroma of the food filled the air, your hunger intensified. Once the food was done, Jungwon urged you to go upstairs to the bedroom. 
“I’ll bring the food up to you. Go, get comfortable.” He gave you another kiss before pushing you out of the kitchen. 
You obediently made your way to the bedroom, excitedly waiting for him to come up. Before long, Jungwon appeared in the doorway, a tray in his hands, adorned with the delicious meal you had prepared together. He made his way towards the bed, a gentle smile on his face as he set the tray down on the bedside table.
Sitting beside you, he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips, the taste of his affection lingering. "I hope you're ready for a feast," he murmured, his voice filled with playful anticipation.
You grinned, excitement bubbling within you. "I'm starving." you replied, your voice laced with eagerness. Jungwon made a big show of revealing the dish on the plate and you giggled at his theatrics. 
He watched as you dug into the food, his gaze filled with warmth and adoration. As the meal came to an end, you leaned back against the pillows, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips. Jungwon reached out, his fingers finding yours, intertwining them gently. The warmth of his touch sent a comforting sensation coursing through your body.
In the quiet of the room, you both remained, basking in the afterglow of a shared meal and the love that enveloped you. Time seemed to stand still as you lay there, your bodies close, your hearts entwined.
As the night wore on, exhaustion began to weigh heavily upon you, pulling at your eyelids. Sensing your weariness, Jungwon gently took the empty plates from the bed, his movements careful and considerate. He returned to your side, his arms encircling you, providing a sense of security and comfort.
"Rest now, baby," he whispered, his voice a soothing melody. "I'll be here, holding you through the night."
With those words, you felt a sense of tranquillity wash over you. Snuggling into his embrace, you closed your eyes, surrendering to the embrace of sleep. The rhythmic sound of Jungwon's heartbeat served as a lullaby, lulling you into a peaceful slumber.
As you drifted off you could’ve sworn you heard Jungwon whisper “I love you,” to you but you were too far gone to reply, sinking into the feeling of being loved and cherished.
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sapphicromanoffxo · 5 months
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Picnic Date | n.r. x w.m
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: Natasha has a penis, beefy Nat, outdoor sex, blow job, fingering
Word count: 2,296
Summary: After being on back to back missions for weeks, Natasha decided to have a little picnic with her girlfriend.
A/N: I know it's just supposed to be a drabble request but...yeah. ✌️
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Natasha had become utterly drained from a relentless string of missions that she's being sent to and was desperate for some rest. Wanda, witnessing Natasha's exhaustion, did her best to comfort her every time she returned home for a brief mission break. However , Wanda was getting impatient because she missed spending time with her love. It had been two whole months without any intimate moments, and it was making her very upset.
Summer had come to New York, and Natasha finally got the break she deserved. She had a whole month off, and she planned to use it to be with her magical girlfriend. So, she thought it would be nice to have a picnic date to relax to welcome the season and spend time together.
Truth be told, Natasha was acutely aware of Wanda's pent-up desires. It became abundantly clear when Wanda practically pounced on her the moment she stepped out from the quinjet, their lips meeting in a fierce and passionate kiss. Natasha welcomed the fiery embrace, but she also realised that Wanda's desires were on the brink of overwhelming her. Wanda's hands roamed freely, and Natasha found herself struggling to calm the eager witch.
"Detka, relax. I'm back now, alright? I'm not going anywhere," Natasha reassured Wanda, wrapping her in a comforting embrace.
"You've been away for so long. I've been missing you so badly, baby," Wanda whispered, her eyes filled with longing.
"I understand, detka," Natasha said, gently stroking Wanda's hair. "But can I at least take a quick shower and get some sleep? I promise I'll make it up to you."
Wanda pouted but nodded in agreement, understanding that the spy needed some time to decompress and rest. She knew their moments together would come, and she eagerly awaited the time when Natasha would be all hers once again. But damn her hormones. She was already vibrating with need since Natasha left a clear instruction to not touch herself.
Natasha had returned home three days ago, and Wanda is still untouched. The witch found herself in a constant battle to keep her desires at bay, and the wait was becoming maddeningly frustrating.
Wanda was even perplexed when Natasha suggested they go on a picnic date. Wanda couldn't help but wonder why her lover, who had been away for so long, would choose a picnic over a lazy afternoon where they can have sex all day long.
"Natasha! I don't want to go on a picnic date. I want to be be fucked. That's it."
Expecting this reaction from Wanda, Natasha let out a sigh and gently touched her girlfriend's cheek. "Hey, I made a promise that I'll make it up to you," she began, her voice filled with sincerity. "But can we just enjoy this beautiful new season together? Besides, I've been stuck in Siberia for a whole week, freezing to death, and right now, I need some warmth in my body."
Wanda couldn't resist a playful grin at Natasha's words. "Oh, I can warm you up very nicely, you know," she teased.
Natasha chuckled, her eyes dancing with a mixture of desire and amusement. "I'm fully aware of that," she replied with a wink. "Now, do me a favor, and wear that cute dress I got for you in Italy. I'll start preparing our food for this afternoon."
With a gentle kiss on Wanda's forehead, Natasha left their room and made her way to the kitchen. She was determined to create a memorable picnic experience for them. She began by frying marinated chicken breasts, ensuring she got her much-needed protein after her time in Siberia. Meanwhile, she checked on the blueberry cheesecake she had prepared the night before. The sight of the luscious dessert made her anticipate the picnic even more, knowing that their meal would be both delicious and delightful.
Natasha had meticulously packed a selection of chocolates, knowing that Wanda had an undeniable sweet tooth. She also included a few of Wanda's favorite snacks. Natasha had taken the time to ensure that their drinks were just right. There was a bottle of red wine for Wanda, her indulgence of choice, and a carbonated drink for herself. Natasha knew that a glass or two of wine had the power to unleash Wanda's playful and mischievous side. She had every intention of pushing Wanda to her limits during their date, teasing her until she's feeling too desperate. In reality, this seemingly innocent picnic date was just a cover for what she had planned.
Hand in hand, the two of them ventured into the woods of the compound, following a secluded trail that would lead them to their secret spot. Natasha had made sure that no prying eyes could spot them, as she had something rather scandalous in mind.
Once they reached their chosen location, Wanda set up the blanket and eagerly unloaded the contents of the basket Natasha had brought. She couldn't help but admit that this date was turning out to be much better than expected. Seeing Natasha so relaxed and laid-back was a rare and delightful sight.
Natasha found a comfortable spot with her back resting against the sturdy tree trunk, the rough bark serving as a natural support. She extended her legs, creating a welcoming space where Wanda lay down.
They shared stories of what they did when they were not together, occasionally stealing bites from each other's food.
Natasha's fingers are gently toying with the strands of Wanda's hair. With a playful curiosity in her voice, she inquired, "How come your hair color is now almost blonde?"
Wanda couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. "Sam was so bored one evening and decided it would be a fantastic idea to dye my hair. Vision was there to supervise the whole thing. It turned out to be so damn funny."
"It looks good on you, baby. You're so gorgeous."
Then suddenly, Natasha's hands groped Wanda's boobs since the dress was showing off her bouncy cleavage and could not resist anymore.
"Sweetheart, you look so good in this dress. Your tits looks delicious as fuck. I can bury my face in there all day. You are not even wearing a bra. What a bad girl, you are."
"Natasha, you have been teasing me for too long." Wanda whimpers every time the redhead pinches her nipples.
"I know you love it when I tease you like this. I bet you are already wet for me," Natasha continued kneading Wanda tits while playing with her nipples which are now fully exposed. Natasha leaned down to plant kisses on Wanda's shoulder blade and the right side of her neck, leaving a few hickeys behind.
"Baby, sit on my lap. I want to see you."
Wanda obeyed Natasha's wish and the spy already had her palm up, ready to cup the witch's throbbing center.
"My, my. You are not also wearing your panties," Natasha groaned when she felt that Wanda was already dripping wet and circled the sensitive clit. "Were you expecting this to happen, huh?"
"Natasha! Please. Stop torturing me like this." Wanda leaned down and kissed Natasha desperately, her moans being swallowed by the kiss.
"I will fuck you good, Wanda." And the witch screamed when she felt two fingers enter her with no warning.
"Oh my god, Natasha! That feels good baby, keep going."
"Quiet down for me, princess. You don't want the others to hear like this? Or would you like to let them see how desperate you are for me? Riding my fingers like it's your damn job."
"No no no. Only you can see me like this. Ah!"
Natasha's curled fingers are going in and out harshly, hitting Wanda's g-spot perfectly. "You're so good for me like this, Wanda." She added another finger and Wanda's moans are getting louder at each thrust of her fingers.
"Love, fuck. I'm going to cum. Please let me cum!"
"Cum anytime you want, baby." With that, Wanda's orgasm flooded her senses at a rate which was too overwhelming and made her body collapse atop Natasha.
"I've got you. I'm here, baby. Deep breaths for me."
It took a minute for Wanda's erratic heart to calm down. She finally had her release that she's been craving for months. "I love you, Natty."
"You always say that everytime I make you cum." Natasha smirks at Wanda's blissful face. They made out for a while and Wanda noticed the bulge on Natasha's crotch.
"Let me take care of this now, baby. Please?"
Wanda decided to unravel the layers of Natasha's upper clothes. She reached for the zipper of Natasha's leather jacket, tugging it down with deliberate slowness, revealing a black tank top underneath. Natasha's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto Wanda's.With the jacket now partially open, Wanda slipped her hands inside, running her palms along Natasha's biceps. Each touch was filled with tenderness and desire, making Natasha's heart race. The jacket slid off Natasha's shoulders.
"Put your mouth on me, Princess."
Wanda changed her position and was kneeling sideways. She carefully pulled down Natasha's pants and her hard cock sprung out proudly. The spy reached Wanda's exposed ass and gave a good slap on her buttcheck.
"Suck me off now, detka. Go on."
Wanda almost rolled her eyes at Natasha's impatience but just simply leaned down to take the whole length in her mouth. Her mouth feels so warm and Natasha gathered Wanda's hair in her hands
"That's good, baby. Nice and slow for me."
Wanda continued sucking Natasha's length but was suddenly stopped by the spy. "Ride me, baby. Reverse cowgirl, yes?"
This position is one of Wanda's favorite. She can already anticipate how Natasha is going to fill her up from behind. She trusts that Natasha will be able to hold her weight since her girlfriend has muscles for days. The stretch in her walls was so satisfying as she sank down. "Oh god, love. You feel so good inside me."
"Uh-huh. You've been a good girl for me, Wanda. It's time for me to properly fuck you. Lean back."
Wanda did as she's told and Natasha planted her feet on the ground to stabilise herself and gripped on Wanda's hips.
"Natasha, please move."
"As you wish, Princess."
The redhead started her thrust slowly, feeling how Wanda's heated core is clenching on her cock. The tightness of her pussy is so addicting. Hearing her girlfriend moaning her name pushed her to pound from below.
"Yes! Right there, right there! Please don't stop!"
"I miss this pussy so much. You're all I think about whenever I'm away." Natasha reached down and played with Wanda's clit. Wanda whined even more for the added sensation.
"Natasha, baby. I want to see your face. Please."
They changed their position again and now, Wanda is laying down on the blanket and Natasha on top of her. Wanda immediately wrapped her legs around Natasha's waist.
The spy didn't waste anymore seconds and penetrated Wanda with so much force. "Baby, you're so tight. Jesus, I'm not going to last long."
"I'm close. I'm close! Please go faster!" Wanda clawed Natasha's arms as the older woman pounded her from above.
"Ahhh shit! Wanda, Wanda!" Natasha pulled out after a while and felt proud of herself when she saw how Wanda's pussy was oozing with her cum.
"Look at that, I gave you a creampie. Don't move, I'll take a photo of this." The spy held Wanda's legs up so her seeds won't spill out and took a photo of Wanda's abused hole.
"You're so bad, Natasha."
"You enjoy it when I'm being bad," Natasha whispered, her fingers deftly adjusting Wanda's dress and Natasha put on her pants as well. "Come here."
Leaning against the sturdy tree, Natasha motioned for Wanda to settle into her lap.
"I feel so happy when you're home," Wanda confessed, her gaze soft as she gently held Natasha's face. "I wish you didn't have to leave. Every time you go on a mission, it feels like my heart's being torn in two."
"I hate being apart from you, my love," Natasha replied, her voice tinged with sincerity. "But you know I can't refuse the missions they assign me."
Wanda nodded, her eyes clouded with concern. "I understand that, but I can't help but worry. I'm afraid something might happen to you out there."
Natasha's heart ached at Wanda's genuine concern, knowing that every mission brought a new set of risks.
"Hey, I have a little something for you," the spy's voice held a hint of excitement as she retrieved a ring from her pocket, presenting it to Wanda. "I snagged this while I was chasing my target in the bustling streets of Hungary. I had to duck into an alley to avoid pursuit, and there was this street vendor selling jewelries. This ring, it just reminded me of you, and I can't even remember how much I handed the vendor, I was in such a rush."
"Natasha! You really can't resist, can you? Buying me a ring while you're in the middle of chasing a target," Wanda exclaimed, affectionately slapping Natasha's arm.
Natasha grinned, undeterred. "It's worth it, my love." Carefully, she slid the ring onto Wanda's right hand. "See? It fits you perfectly."
Wanda examined the ring closely, her eyes lighting up. "It's beautiful."
Wanda couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat. Her heart swelled with love for the woman beside her. "You're too sweet for me," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and affection.
Natasha leaned in, brushing a strand of Wanda's hair away from her face. Their eyes locked in an intimate connection. "Only for you, detka. I love you."
"What do you think about round 2?" Wanda suggested wickedly.
"Oh, sweetheart. I'm going to ruin you."
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flowercrowngods · 8 months
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The click of the Zippo opening and closing is almost hypnotic, lulling Steve into that familiar satisfaction of just the right noise at just the right frequency as he watches Robin’s wrist flicking the lighter open and closed, her arms stretched above her like she’s trying to touch the ceiling. Steve’s hands are gently swaying next to hers, in the nonexistent breeze of his bedroom.
It’s one of their weird private moments; where they get to have everything being just right that would get them questioning and judgemental glances from everyone else. The tingling sensation in their arms as the blood flows down and away from their hands, leaving them heavy and floaty in a way that never fails to ground them. But there’s also a safety to this moment, a security that they just get to have this without judgment.
Just the flick of the lighter and not a word spoken for over half an hour now.
Sometimes Robin laments, How am I supposed to ever find a girlfriend when this is my version of quality time? This is just weird. I’m weird.
Maybe, but it’s fun, Steve had said once, staring at the veins in his hands while a large water bottle was balancing on his forehead.
She had sighed and snatched the water bottle from his face to plant it on hers, admitting, It is fun.
“Do you ever wonder if there’s like…” Robin interrupts their silence, the Zippo never faltering, Steve’s eyes still fixed on it like all the answers to the questions of the universe lie somewhere in the peeling black foil.
“Hm?”
“Like, a point?”
“A point?” Steve asks, still following the lighter with his eyes, even as Robin stops flicking it open and closed and starts playing with the spark wheel and stone. There’s no flame yet, though, and it looks like she’s just stroking it almost reverently.
“Yeah, like a reason that we’re still, like, doing things.”
Steve frowns, lowering one of his arms to feel the blood flowing back into his hand, the sensation warm and familiar. Like a reminder. There’s blood in your body. You’re alive.
Is there a point, though?
“No,” he says eventually.
“No?”
“No. I don’t think there’s one. We just are. Not like we can stop.”
“Well, we could,” she says, and in one second there’s nothing, just words hanging in the air. The next, there’s a flame coming from the lighter as Robin presses hard and fast enough on the spark wheel. It stays there, the little flame.
We could.
Steve says nothing, just watches the flame as the blood gets drained from his right arm once more.
“Sometimes I wanna burn down your house. And your car, too. I watch you die in there sometimes.”
“Huh?”
“Your car. Sometimes it’s just; there’s these thoughts. Or, like, scenarios, and they’re super duper real in my head, and I have to remind myself they’re not. Just makes me wanna drench it all in gasoline and just… boom.”
“Boom,” Steve says, and it’s not the reaction that he should be giving, not the reaction of a sane person — but then, sane people don’t play with their lighters in bed or listen to their best friend’s arsonist tendencies. Sane people don’t see what Steve Harrington see, they don’t do what he does. What he had to do. When what he should have done was fail some tests, drink some beers and kiss some girls.
Is there a point?
“I promise when I get a new car, I’m gonna burn this one with you, yeah?”
“Deal,” Robin says, and the little flame dies. The steady click is back, and Steve smiles a little.
“And the house.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The clicking stops, and before he knows it, Robin’s body is wrapped around his, her head resting on his chest.
“I think that makes for a good point, though,” she says eventually, and Steve perks up.
“Cuddles?”
“You.”
“Me? Isn’t that a little stupid? And scary? Like, choosing a person to be the point in general.”
She shrugs against him, reaching up to hold his hand and link their fingers in the air above them.
“Maybe, but I think most points are either stupid or scary. It’s why people talk about it so often without ever, like, really saying something. I think you can be my stupid, scary point, Steve Harrington.”
Swaying their linked hands gently above them, Steve smiles. “Then I think that makes you my stupid, scary point, Robin Buckley.”
“Deal,” she says again, and there’s less of a threat about it this time.
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drewsbuzzcut · 5 months
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All I Need Is You
nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg
a so it goes fic
warnings: smut, nerves, and I think that’s all
Italics are flashbacks
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Dallas wakes up to Nick still soundly asleep next to her. His bare body is practically wrapped around hers. She slowly moves from underneath him, trying so hard not to wake him up as she gets out of his bed. She slips on his black button up that was strewn across the floor among their other clothing articles from the night before. When she slips the button up on, she smells his lingering cologne. It’s a scent she knows she’ll never grow tired of. She only buttons one button in the middle, enough to shield her as she makes her way to the restroom.
Dallas takes a long while in the bathroom, just running over her appearance in the mirror. Her hair is a matted mess and her mascara is slightly smudged. Her lips are swollen and her collarbones and boobs are littered with scarlet bruises. There’s a comfortable ache between her legs, reminding her of the significance of last night. She and Nick had sex for the first time together. She giggles at her reflection, not quite believing that it actually happened. Nick saw and felt her body, and he treated her with respect, unlike previous boys in her life.
It started off as a simple date night, their 4th date to be exact, and one thing led to another. It was one fierce kiss in his car that led to her asking to be had on his bed.
Dallas reached up to touch her lips, her mind flitting through the memories of last night.
Dallas slowly closes the door to his room, leaning her head against the wood and taking in deep breaths. She could feel her heartbeat racing as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She was also shaking with nerves.
“Are you okay?” Nick comes up behind her, reaching to pull her back to his chest. His hands rub her arms up and down, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. They just shared a kiss worthy of leading them into uncharted territory. The last thing he wanted was for his girl to feel pressured or unsure.
“I’m fine,” she answers, turning in his hold and smoothing her hands over the material of his shirt that stretched over his shoulders. It was a nervous habit, and he had picked up on it during their second date.
“I didn’t bring you up here with expectations. We don’t have to do anything, you know I won’t force you,” he reassures the girl, cupping her face and leaning his forehead against hers.
“I know. Thank you for not being forceful. I really appreciate the way you care for me,” she says, her eyes boring into his.
She brushes some of his hair away from his forehead and presses kisses to his cheeks before kissing his lips.
“Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“I want you, do you want me?” She asks into their kiss, pulling away to watch his face for his reaction.
“Yes,” he answers with no hesitation.
“Kiss me, please,” he attaches his lips to hers, his hands pressed into the small of her back.
Dallas lets her hands rest on his belt buckle, soon letting them travel up his chest until she reaches the first button of his button up. As her lips are locked with his, she begins to undo each button, one at a time. She finally gets them all undone, her cold hands slide his shirt off his shoulders. Her eyes zero in on his abdomen. His abs are perfectly sculpted and his skin is soft and warm. She presses chaste kisses along his collarbones and all over the top of his chest.
“Do you trust me, June bug?”
“Of course I do,” she whispers.
He picks her up, his hands holding her weight from under her thighs. He lays her gently on his bed, his hands going underneath her body to unzip her little, black dress. As he pulls it completely off her body, she shuts her eyes, willing the nerves to go away.
He crawls over her figure, his hands pressed into the mattress to brace himself. He nuzzles his nose into the side of her face, pulling soft giggles from her.
His hands trace her hip bones, subtly making their way to the band of her panties. With a small lift of her hips, he slowly pulls them off of her.
“Can I touch you?” He asks, kissing the soft flesh of her thighs.
“Yes, please,” she begs.
He presses teasing kisses all over her thighs and her lower abdomen. His kisses spread down to her mound, her soft, almost faint, moans spur him on. He spreads her folds, salivating at the sight of her arousal. With two fingers he spreads her wetness, eventually pushing those two fingers into her core. She’s hot and tight. His fingers are sucked in and he can feel her walls start to contract around him.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels good, please, you can move your fingers.”
He slowly moves them in a come hither motion, searching for her spongy spot. Dallas lets out a surprised gasp when Nick wraps his lips around her clit, her hips shooting off the bed and Nick has to hold them down.
“Fuck, do that again,” she pleads when he pulls away.
Instead of sucking the small bud into his mouth, his tongue twirls around it, flicking it until moans are spilling from her mouth. Her legs move to rest on top of his shoulders, her hands going into his hair.
The mix of Nick’s fingers pressing into her sweet spot and his expert tongue, brings her to the brink of her first orgasm of the night. Her walls start to flutter around his fingers and the knot in her belly expands and tightens until it explodes.
Her moans are raspy. Her eyes are rolled in the back of her head. Nick crawls up her body to hover over her. He leans down, sucking on the skin of her collarbone because he craves to see her marked by him.
“Do you want my cock?” He questions breathily in her ear.
“Yes,” she whines as he guides his angry, red tip nudge her clit, then he lets his length drag through her folds, teasing his pretty girl. She reaches out for him when he pulls away to slip a condom on, body running cold now that he isn’t on top of her.
He slowly sinks into her waiting heat, moaning at her warmth. Dallas’ hands fly to his shoulder blades, her fingertips digging into his skin.
With each thrust, Nick’s met with soft moans and whimpers. It’s so easy to get lost in her as her slick walls suck him in and squeeze on him. He has to bite down on his lip to stop his loud moans. He knows they’d be unbearably loud, so he presses his lips to hers. Her grip on his back tightens as she gets a taste of her own arousal from his lips. Their tongues tangle and their teeth nip at each other.
“You feel so good,” he mutters in her ear.
“Fuck me harder, Nicky. I promise I won’t break,” she requests, her fingers scratching down his back when he starts to really fuck into her.
Each time he pulls out and sinks back in, a brand new knot tightens in her belly. She can feel her nerve endings tingle as they start to become ablaze. Her legs wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper into her, she swears she can feel him in her stomach. He ruts into her pussy, thriving on the way her chest heaves. He can feel his length start to pulse, letting him know he’s close to his orgasm. This calls for faster movements, he reaches down to circle her clit. He can feel her body start to writhe around and her limbs start to shake in pleasure. As he feels her walls clenched tighter around him, he lifts her hips up, bucking into her until she’s fisting the bed sheets and that new white hot feeling courses through her body.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well. Keep squeezing me, June bug. Just like that, fuck,” he lets out in a groan.
The feeling of her walls contracting signals his own release. He’s pretty sure he’s cum more than he ever has before.
He gently pulls out of her, his finger collecting her cum and sucking it off his finger. She slowly reaches out for his hand, eyes connected with his as she sucks that same finger into her mouth.
“You’re perfect,” he states, tucking some of her hair behind her ears.
“Kiss me.”
He pulls her into him, an arm wrapped around her neck and he brings her in for a kiss. A single hand lands on his back and her body arches into his, and he can still feel her shaking against him.
“I got you, pretty girl. You did so good,” he talks her through her coming down phase.
She rolls out of his hold, settling on just facing him as she lays on her side. Her body still thrums with an emotion she’s never felt before. It honestly makes her restless. She tosses and turns, completely unaware that Nick has been awake the whole time, watching her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He thumbs at her bottom lip.
“I don’t know. I can’t sleep; it’s like I don’t know how to process this feeling,” she attempts to explain.
He stays quiet, reaching out towards his nightstand to grab his laptop. He quickly sets up Disney plus to play The Mighty Ducks. He tells her to turn the other way, then pulls her body into his to spoon her. He places the laptop on the small space of the bed next to them. His warmth soothes her, her shaking starting to ease as she contently watches the movie while being in his arms.
“I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you. You did so well for me,” he states again.
“Thank you. For tonight, for treating me like a princess,” she responds, guiding his hand to grab onto her boob, finding peace in their newfound intimacy.
“Baby,” she snaps out of her daze, finding Nick behind her through the mirror.
He wraps his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face in her neck. He’s only in his boxer briefs, but he’s so warm. She just melts into him.
“Good morning,” she whispers, her hands resting on top of his.
“Morning,” he says with a smile she’s unfamiliar with.
If she had to guess, she says it’s a mix of bliss and contentment, and also a dizzying lust.
“What’s that look for?” She asks, reaching behind her to caress the side of his face, she smiles when he leans into her palm.
“I’m happy. You’re perfect and you’re mine and I’m yours.”
She turns around, her lips barely gliding over his, a big smile breaking out on her face as she leads him back to her room, already pulling off her shirt.
a/n: So, I don’t necessarily like the way I wrote this, but I didn’t want to stress about it too much. I hope y’all enjoy it!
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gglitch1dd · 2 years
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5. Coming Home (Midoriya x Reader Week)
Reader is genderneutral BUT IS AFAB!!
Omegaverse
Izuku’s had a rough day, but he realizes that no matter what, he has you and no matter how the future looks, it wouldn’t matter, since he has you by his side.
Alpha Izuku x Omega (GN) Reader
Warning: Omegaverse (duh), NSFW WARNING! SMUT WARNING!, Cunnilingus, oral receiving (m and f), presenting, breeding kink (Cause It's me writing this), mentions of pups in and out of smut (the horror), little degradation, some praise. And yah... Yall know. Oh yes! Biting.
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Midoriya opened the front door to his home, trudging his feet inside along with his body. He turned around closing and locking the door behind him. With a heavy sigh, he messily took off his shoes, trying his best not to fall on the floor. He gripped his hero bag, securing it to stay on one shoulder as he trudged down the hallway.
Midoriya couldn’t register the smell of dinner nor the warmness of the house quite yet. His mind was on auto pilot and would be till he found his way to you. Midoriya made his way to a door, he placed his forehead against it as he tiredly scratched the door with a chuft. Despite years of being together he still knocked before entering.
“Izuku!” You chirped out happily, letting him know he could come in.
He opened the door to find you sitting on the huge bed that was more of your personal nest than a bed. Midoriya didn��t mind however, he preferred sleeping in your nests than a bed. They smelled comforting. You and him mixed into one safe space. It smelled like home. And that’s what led him straight to you. He dropped his bag on the floor out of the way. Without a care in the world, he fell forward onto the bed and into your wide and waiting arms.
You let out an oof at the big green haired Alpha in your arms. He shuffled a bit to stuff his face in your chest as he released a huge sigh. He wrapped his arms around you and let out content rumble. You chuckled at his behaviour. “Oh Izuku.” You stated with a sad smile. You threaded your hand through his soft green curls making him hold you tighter. His shoulders relaxed and his body went slack with exhaustion. “Rough day, hun-bun?” He nodded his head, his face still buried in your chest, inhaling your scent that always made him feel better. You rubbed his back comfortingly. “I’m sorry my love.  Want to talk about it?” He shook his head. You frowned. It must have been real bad if he wasn’t talking. He was almost always talking about something in one way or another but with him being silent, you got worried. “How about we go eat dinner and then we can come back and cuddle? Hm? Is that okay?”
Midoriya lifted his head up, his chin resting over your sternum. He nodded his head. “Yah, that’s okay.”
You smiled down at him. “Great.” You started to push him off of you but there was a reason he was the number one Pro Hero. He’s heavy body weighed you down. “Time to get up, my big strong Alpha.” You grunted out, trying to get him to roll off of you. “We’ve got dinner to eat.” He buried his face back in your chest. He shook his head. You let out a laugh. “But you just said yes.” He made a negative sound. You looked down at him sternly. “Izuku, you have to eat dinner.” He let out a low growl annoyed at your words.
Your eyes shot wide open in surprise. Midoriya almost never growled or given you any negative alpha reaction unless he was really pissed, or it was in the heat of the moment (often followed or between passion and a good knotting). So him growling at you in annoyance was an odd thing.
“Izuku. You are going to get up and you are going to follow me to the kitchen or else I’ll…” You tried to think about something to threaten him with. How do you threaten the number one hero of Japan who had everything he could ever want or done for him? You thought for a moment and then got a bright idea. It might end up with you face down in the sheets later, but it would most definitely work. “Or else I’ll have to give all my amazing dinner to a certain Number Two explosive hero.” You spoke as if it wasn’t even a problem for you. Midoriya went stiff. You hummed. “Yup, maybe Dynamight would love my cooking and he wouldn’t waste it. A nice meal made by me, a sweet little Omega without an Alpha to feed.”
You felt the air around you shift the same way it would when Midoriya activated his quirk. The hairs at back of your neck would stand up and you could feel an energy in the air almost as though there was static in the air. Slowly Midoriya look up at you from his place on top of you. You swallowed hard as you looked into his jade green eyes. His pupils were big showing that he wasn’t in control at all.
He had fallen into a drop.
And you had most probably fucked up.
Midoriya looked at you with a hard gaze, something heated and primal in those eyes that made you freeze up but also instantly made your heart rate pick up. He let out a deep growl in annoyance and disapproval at your words. Long white canines gleaming at you. Before you could have any say, Midoriya had you pinned underneath him. He furiously went into scenting you, trying to get all thoughts of ProHero Dynamight out of his and your head. He wasn’t going to have it. You couldn’t possibly mean it and yet he was still not going to even entertain the thought.
You let out a giggle at the ticklish feeling of being scented. “Izu!” You squealed out with a laugh as he rubbed his cheek against your neck. He let out a grunt as he started to scent you down your body. He sniffed at your chest as he made his way down, rubbing his wrists at the side of your hips. He moved down your body, ticklish touches and warm lingering brushes making you smile down at the Alpha on top of you. That was until Midoriya found himself between your thighs. His face right over your clothed sex. He looked up at you with heated dark eyes and then back down at the shorts you wore.
Midoriya pushed them up even more, revealing your inner thighs more to him. He wanted the scent glands by your inner thighs. That’s what he wanted. But you couldn’t stop the tensing of your thighs nor the now longing feeling you wanted from him. With a little growl he moved lower, grabbing each thigh and sitting them on his shoulders. He placed his face into one of your thighs with a grunt, loving the soft skin and the smell of you. His eyes closed with a sigh. Then he smelled your slight arousal. His eyes slowly opened and flickered up to you. He moved his lips to one of your scent glands and licked your inner thigh.
You bit down on your bottom lip to stop the whimper that rippled out of you. Any and all of his actions on your body always left your heart beating quicker and your scent raging. Midoriya saw that as a sign to continue. He placed his mouth on it, sucking and nibbling on your skin. He groaned at the taste of your skin on his lips and tongue. You were heavenly to him and he never understood how somehow you couldn’t see that. But he was nevertheless going to attack your skin for all that he could.
You let out a quiet moan as you relaxed back against your nest. “Fuck…” You whispered. Then you felt his fingers start to prod near your entrance. You finally realized what that meant. You quickly sat up. “Oh no you don’t.” You pushed his face away from you with your foot, making him release a confused sound. Pushing him away from you with your legs adamantly, Midoriya looked up at you with wide green eyes, worried. “I did not work hard on making dinner for it to get cold and you to distract me, you mischievous green Alpha.” You pointed down at him sternly.
Midoriya gave you a pout as he looked up at you. “But honey…” He whined out.
You shook your head at your needy husband. “Nope.” You moved to get out of your nest. “Now get up or forget about your portion of food.” You told him sternly, climbing out of your nest.
Midoriya sighed as he lay down in your nest as you exited the room. He dragged his hands down his face as he grumbled. “Can’t an Alpha just rest?” He asked to himself annoyed.
“What did you say!”
He immediately sat up. “Nothing sweetheart!” He quickly said with a smile. Once he was sure you weren’t coming back to beat his ass with a wooden spoon he relaxed again. He shook his head exiting out of your nest. “Omegas.” He whispered more quietly this time. “You just want cuddles. They turn it horny.  You indorse it? They kick you in the face.” He sighed.
You were both back in your nest, Midoriya had his arms around you as you lay on his chest, purring up a storm to help ease him. He lay back in your nest, tiredly watching you text some of your friends. Midoriya had been pretty quiet, just being content in watching you. That’s all he wanted right now. Just to be near you and with you. You always made him feel so at ease and so much better, even when you did nothing. Just by your presence alone, Midoriya felt as though he was more than he could ever be.
His fingers traced your skin thoughtlessly as he watched you. “Honey?” He said quietly.
You looked back up at him, you pulled a smile on your face. “Yes?” You put down your phone as you looked up at him.
“Can… can I tell you something?” He asked you, not looking you in the eye but just watching the way his fingers traced your skin. You furrowed your brows concerned but you nodded your head affirmatively. He was silent for a moment, not saying anything for a while. He was thinking of how best he could say it to you. “So…” he started. “This afternoon I had a meeting with Shoto, Kacchan and the commission as you know.” You nodded your head. “but after that when it was just the three of us we decided to have lunch together… and then we started talking about how Momo’s expecting her first litter and uh…” Midoriya’s eyebrows furrowed as he swallowed down hard. Whatever it was he wanted to tell you it seemed difficult for him to say. “So Kacchan said him and Eijiro were thinking of getting a surrogate or adopting, whichever they decided, but he then, jokingly…” He closed his eyes. “He asked when we have pups would they be just like me?”
You tilted your head confused at his statement. You scrunched up your face. “Well, of course. I want them to have your pretty hair and sparkly eyes.” You smiled at the thought. “Our little broccoli sprouts. Wouldn’t they be just the cutes-”
“No, not like that honey.” He said opening his eyes and finally looking at you. Your smile dropped when you noticed there was still more to it. Midoriya let out a shaky breath. “What Kacchan meant was… me before All Might.” He specified. Your eyes widened in realization of the implications of the statement. Midoriya leaned back looking away from you. You could see by his tense shoulders and furrowed brows how much this was bothering him already. His face then twisted up almost in disgust. “I used to be nothing special. A quirkless beta kid with nothing but a dream. My life was hell growing up. I hated it.” He spoke with genuine loathing dripping off his tongue. “I never want any pup to grow up that way, let alone my own.”
“But Izuku that wasn’t your fault.” You told him with a stern look of your own. You noticed he wasn’t looking at you. You reached your hands up to move his head down to face you. You made sure he was looking at you this time. “That wasn’t your fault.” You spoke adamantly. “You were bullied. It was other pups- other people that saw you as inadequate.”
He closed his eyes. “I know, but Y/N don’t you see?” He placed his hands over your smaller ones. “Even though One for All gave me a quirk, turned me into an Alpha with a fancy big build and a fancy knot…” He rolled his eyes. “I still have that quirkless beta inside me. Would you really be willing to risk our pups having that?”
Your face fell as you looked at Midoriya with a blank expression. “Izuku, you are acting as if being quirkless and a beta is a disease.” You snap your fingers in front of his face catching him by surprise. “Grow up!” You frowned with a quiet sigh looking down. “Do you really think so little of me and the possibility of me being a good Dam?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows.
Midoriya’s eyes widened drastically, sitting up. “What! No honey, I would never think that way.” He said as the two of you sat up, with you sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist.
You looked at him with an angry expression. “Then why the hell would you think I would care if my pup was like that?” You asked him loudly. He leaned his head back in surprise. You stared up at his face silent for a second. “Izuku, you are my mate.” You took his hands and joined them with your own. “You are my everything. Knot or not. Do you honestly think I chose you because you were some fancy Alpha with a great quirk? Because you were some prohero?” You asked with a scrunched-up face. “Izuku, the moment I let you court me, I knew that Deku would never be mine.” You shook your head. “Deku belonged to the people of Japan but Izuku? Izuku is all mine.” You told him. “I accepted him back when you introduced me to him with all of his past, and I accept him now just the same. When we have pups…” You told him, squeezing his hands with a soft smile. “I hope they end up just like their father. Heroic and beautiful. Quirks or no quirks. Betas or not. They’ll be ours and that’s all that matters.” You told him with a happy chirp.
Then you felt a drop fall onto your conjoined hands. You looked up and you saw your husband with his signature Midoriya tears in his eyes. Big, heavy flowing tears that you knew only came from one family. He bit down on his bottom lip trying to stop a sob from coming out. You chuckled, moving to pull him into a hug. “Aww my big Alpha. There’s no need to cry.” You assure him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to rest in the crook of your neck. You rubbed his back affectionately as he held onto you. You hushed his crying form with a sweet smile. You released a calming scent to try and help ease the big ball of tears and green hair that was your husband. “It’s okay, darling. I understand your concerns, but you don’t have to worry. We’re together and we’re amazing. Our pack will be amazing too.” You assured him.
“I don’t deserve you.” You heard him utter out brokenly.
You shook your head. “You deserve the world Izuku. We’re here together. In it for the long haul.” You informed him.
Midoriya held you in his arms, the feeling of your warm embrace and loving hold on him reminded him all of how much he loved you. How much he felt so lost and conflicted without you. You were so amazing to him. You deserved everything he could give you and more. If he could find a way to give the world to you, he would give it to you over and over again. You made his life so much better, turned everything he had into a loving home.
He loves you.
He loves you so much it makes him cry more times than he would ever admit to you.
But as much as he loved you, you also made him incredibly horny. You were just that amazing.
He lifted his head slightly, still keeping his head against yours. He placed a kiss on your mating mark making you chirp happily. He loved your chirps. They were like music to his ears and made him know that he was doing something right. His hold on you turned possessive as he held you tighter. “Let’s make a pup.” He whispered into your ear making a shiver run down your spine.
“Whoa!” You let out with a chuckle, moving to look up at him. You had a raised eyebrow and a smirk on your face. “What on earth has gotten into you all of a sudden?” You asked. “My heat isn’t for another month.”
He put a hand around your neck unexpectedly pulling you closer towards him. His jade eyes were dark, covered in a vail of lust, but he was being serious. The utmost serious. So serious it made you want to melt as your inner Omega happily celebrated at their mate wanting them. “I don’t care.” He stated clearly.
“But Izuku what about-”
“I don’t care.”
“But we agreed that we would choose another house befor-”
“I don’t care.”
“Izu, I-” You were cut off as he pinned you down to the nest.
A rumble rippled through his body as he kissed at your scent glands on your neck. He groaned, as he rutted down against you. His hips grinding down against your humming body, aching and needing you. “I don’t care.” He mumbled against your skin.  He licked a long stripe over the mating mark he had placed on you, before biting down. You released a loud whimper, your sex now aching for friction. His reclaiming of you was harsher than he normally would but made all the more pleasure inducing. A wave of heat and pleasure blossomed from that scent gland, moving down your body to your aching sex. He removed his teeth from your scent gland, the taste of a hint of blood and your skin sitting on his lips. He licking over the mark. “I just want you.” He breathed out. “Please?” He asked stopping for a moment.
You couldn’t think, your thoughts already clouded. “Okay.” You nodded. “Okay, Izu. You can have me.”
He smiled and placed a peck to your lips. Midoriya slipped his shirt off easily before moving to rip your shorts off your body. You giggled at the way he pulled at your clothes with anger and determination. Deciding to just activate his quirk, Midoriya easily ripped everything below your waist, finding it a nuisance. He threw the remains away to who knows where and had his eyes trained down on your already glistening sex. Midoriya had this unexplainable way of always touching you in a way that you couldn’t explain. It lit a fire inside you. Made your body produce slick and your heart race.
He grabbed each one of your thighs as he lay down on the bed between your legs. Each thigh rested on his shoulder just like they did earlier that evening when he had just arrived from work. He squished his face between your thighs like earmuffs and licked straight up your slit. You released a whimper at the action. Midoriya began to eat you out, focusing on your clit trying to make you as wet as possible. You needed no help with that as you relaxed back into your nest, eyes closed in pleasure as you wiggled and writhed underneath him. Your heart started to pick up pace as you tensed your thighs.
Midoriya groaned at the taste of your slick on his tongue. You tasted even better than katsudon to him. If there was one way he preferred to die, he wanted to drown on your slick between your thighs. He knew he would die a happy man and often felt like he could see the gates of heaven whenever he was perched between your thighs focusing on bringing you pleasure. He couldn’t focus on anything else, not breathing, not his hands grasping and messaging your thighs and hips as he worked. Nothing, only you and your moans. Your tense thighs that started to quiver.
You keened pushing down against him harder, feeling the coil in your abdomen start to tighten. You whimpered out as you moved your hips against his face. “Izuku.” You moaned out. You bit down on your bottom lip but then a gasp was pulled out of you as he stuck a finger inside you. He started to scissor you open, his mouth now sucking your clit. Just like that you clamped your thighs around his head forcing him to stay there as you let out a loud moan. Midoriya didn’t fasten the pace nor slow down, he kept doing what he was doing, guiding you through your high.
You finally eased up releasing his head as you relaxed against your pillow, but unlucky/lucky for you, your man was a pussy-addict. Midoriya gasped out for air but still focused on working you open for him. He then curled his fingers. You gasped and that’s when he smirked. He found it. With a happy rumble from his chest he went back to focusing on your clit and your slicked up hole. You whimpered at the way he worked you open.
Midoriya noticed the way you were tightening around his fingers, feeling like being mean today, he forced himself to remove all contact from your sex. You let out a loud whine at the loss of pleasure. “Izu! That’s not nice.” You told him with a frown.
Midoriya chuckled as he moved up your body. “Sorry my love.” His body caged you underneath him. He bent down and placed a kiss on your lips, tasting yourself on him. He hummed moving back to stare down at you. “But I’ve got to pump my Omega full tonight,” he moved to rest on his knees, unbuckling his belt. He shrugged. “For practise.” He grinned down at you with a flawless grin, canines gleaming at you, as you chuckled.
“Can’t I just…” You sat up moving forward towards him as he tore his shirt off of him. You palmed at his restricted hard cock in his briefs. You looked up at him with wide eyes before looking back down. You kissed him over his briefs making him release a small breath. You moved closer, pulling his cock out of his briefs. Hard, heavy and flushed pink. You tapped a freckle just over where his knot was making him gasp slightly. You giggled. “Freckles.”
Midoriya rolled his eyes but smiled down at you. He moved his hand down to cup your chin, making you look up at him. His thumb moved to rest between your lips. You opened your mouth obediently, eyes always on him. His thumb pressed down into your mouth and onto your tongue forcing your mouth open and to hollow up. You relaxed your jaw knowing what was expected of you.
He smiled with a soft scoff. With his other hand he pat your head softly. “What a good Omega.” He praised you. “Look at what you do to me, honey. You make your Alpha always ready and aching for you.” He leaned down closer to your face. He held a patronizing smirk on his face. The dark glint in his eyes was apparent. His hands on you had grown to make your body pliant and at his mercy. “I really want my cock in your cunt, sweetheart. Is that what you want?” You nodded your head eagerly, his thumb still in your mouth, drool dribbling down your lower lip. “You want that? Then how come your eyes are telling me you want to suck my cock?” He asked you. Your Omega purred as you nodded your head just as eagerly. He chuckled, his one hand caressing your face. “What a greedy Omega. Always wanting so much from their Alpha, but that’s okay. That’s what Alphas are for. For you to have me as you wish right?” He glanced down at his cock and then back to you. “Go ahead. Suck this cock. Get it nice and wet for me.”
He finally removed his thumb from your mouth making you gasp. Your jaw ached slightly but you couldn’t care. You nodded your head, moving to hold his thick cock in your hands. “Yes, Alpha.” You told him bringing, the head of his cock to your lips.
Midoriya’s shoulders dropped as he released a sigh at the feeling of your warm mouth on his cock. It was almost as comforting as having it deep inside you. You went to swift work of licking and sucking his cock. You removed your mouth licking up his length. Midoriya let out a groan. He moved his hand so that he could hold your head steadily. You knew that as indication to ease up and loosen your throat for him. And just as you got comfortable, holding his thighs, Midoriya gripped you by the hair and started to softly fuck into your throat. The head of his cock nudged the back of your throat making you gag but you stayed in position letting him use you.
Midoriya used his other hand to caress your face and full cheeks. “Come on baby, drool all over this cock.” Your lower lip and chin glistened with saliva as he fucked into your throat. He looked down at you with adoring eyes. “Such a good Omega. You are so good for me.” He slowly removed your mouth from his cock. You whined. You could taste the precum that was dribbling from his cock and you wanted more of it. He tsked at your greediness forcing you down on the bed. He slapped your inner thigh making you gasp. “Stop whining and present.” He let out with a low growl.
You pouted but did as you were told. Midoriya knew he spoiled you sometimes, but it made seeing that wet pout of yours all worth it. You stuck your ass in the air, chest down in your nest. You looked back at him, eyes begging to be filled as you presented your sex to him. Midoriya let out a pleased rumble from his chest. He placed one hand on your ass while he held his cock to your entrance.
The moment he pushed in you both released shaky breaths. You gripped down on the base sheets of your nest as you felt him fill you up wit his cock. You whined at the pressure and stretch. Even after years of taking him in very similar situations like this, it never got any less amazing to you. Often than not it felt as though the two of you were made for each other. Sculpted and formed to be able to take one another perfectly. It was a suffocating feeling and it made your love for each other only grow even more. Once he was finally fully inside you, you relaxed down in your nest. Your Omega now more than happy with just having his cock inside you.
However, the Alpha who had said cock inside you was anything but relaxed. He was ravenous. Dark green eyes looking down at you with a need so great he wasn’t sure if just letting you cock warm him for a while would cut it. Your velvety walls were heavenly, and you squeezed around him so nicely he almost felt tempted to put his want aside and let you. But then he remembered just how much he loves you.
And because he loves you so much, he couldn’t do this half assed.
And besides, you’ll be knotted anyways.
It was a win-win situation in his mind.
Using your hips to move you with his hips, he moved back only leaving the tip inside you, before moving back in. You jolted forward a bit with a soft moan. You enjoyed the methodical and salivating movements of his cock inside you. You hummed looking back at him. Making sure you moved your ass to help him.
Midoriya let out a chuckle accompanied by a groan. The view of you moving your ass back against him was down-right sinful but it was addictive. “Y/N, you’re a vixen, you know that?” He asked you, with  a raised eyebrow.
You hummed as your answer. You thought for a moment a response. Then you got the bright idea on trying to get yourself pushed down into the sheets. It would probably mean you would have to call in sick tomorrow if executed right, but who doesn’t deserve a day off? You looked back at him with a sly look, a smirk on your face. “Come on Izu, I thought you said you were practicing. Is this how you’re going to put your pup inside me?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow of your own and a devilish smirk.
You knew instantly by the way he stopped moving his hips, you had struck a nerve. Your body started to slightly tremble at the heavy silence between you. You had definitely done something wrong. You didn’t even want to look back at him because of how nerve-wrecking the situation turned out to be. You opened your mouth to say something, but you felt a hand come down to the back of your neck. You were forced face first into the mattress.
With a harsh jolt of his hips from Midoriya you let out a cry in pain and pleasure. You were being pinned down forced to take him rapidly as his thrusts were now cruel and ruthless. Midoriya growled down at you, from your whining. From your pornographic moans, he knew you were just complaining. He held your ass harshly, letting his Alpha take control of his actions. “You damn fucking brat.” He let out with a growl. He then let out a chuckle shaking his head. He dragged a hand through his hair not stopping despite your whines. He let go of your ass moving to grab onto one of your shoulders, his other hand moving to grip your jaw, forcing two fingers into your mouth. He bent down closer to your ear. “How about you shut up and take this cock yah?” He whispered. “Let your Alpha do all the work. You just sit pretty and take what I give you.”
Gripping you hard, and forcing you up, Midoriya continued to pound into you. You couldn’t think of anything other than him. His cock bullied your cervix, making sure every thrust inside you had purpose. Your body tensed as you came around his cock. Your eyes rolled. “Alpha!” He didn’t stop bullying his way in and out of you, which only lengthened your orgasm. Your body went slack at the mind-numbing glow of an orgasm. Your body was slack as Midoriya stayed focused on his pursuit of his own orgasm. You stayed down letting him use you, a fucked-out smile on your face. “Izuku. Alpha~” You chanted his name like a poem, a song. One you couldn’t get out of your head, stuck on repeat.
Midoriya growled his thrusts growing harder as his knot grew, catching only to let go. His hands gripped you with bruising strength. He couldn’t think of anything other than your slicked up sex and you so pliant for him. Happily, ready to accept anything and everything he gave you. With a finally slam, his thick knot locked the two of you together. Midoriya’s body shivered briefly at the euphoric feeling of being stuck inside you. He ground his hips inside you, fucking all his cum deep inside you.
His hands caged you on either side, keeping his weight off of you. Midoriya released a shaky breath his eyes closed in bliss, before looking down at you. Your body warm and sweaty underneath him, but a satisfied smile on your face. Midoriya smiled. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your mating mark. The action made you smile with a purr from your chest. You leaned back into his show of affection, placing your head next to his. “Are you okay, my beautiful Tsubaki flower?” He asked softly.
You giggled and nodded. “Made for you, Izu.”
He laughed too. “I’m made for you, my love.” He placed a kiss on your cheek. “My home. My everything. I’m so glad I get to come home to you.”
!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZUKU!!
-Glitch1d
A/N: Today is big man's birthday!! Izuku was a comfort character I never thought I would have because at first I was like… this man? The cry baby who just chooses endless self abuse? Then I realized that he is everything I wish I could be and everything I am. From middle school him who is strangely close to how I was in middle school (I was a cry baby. I cried at everything) till now. But Izuku is so much stronger. And even though he isn't perfect, he isn't the smartest or the strongest or the coolest or the richest, He's real. He loves his mother, his friends, he holds on to hope and helping others. Its odd cause there are many times I've given up and yet I'm sure if I was in his shoes I would have taken the next exit tbh. But he didn't. So… I love this man. He deserves the world. Okay. Sorry for the rant.
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