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moved2usagiiboo · 3 years

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That body belongs to me

Warnings: HardDom!Mitsuya, squirting, spanking, oral male receiving, manipulative!Mitsuya, breeding, spit, female fingering.

Mitsuya, a successful rookie designer and his stunning model girlfriend clash heads when his beloved wishes to wear a dress from another designer to boost her credibility as a model. Her boyfriend wasn't happy with her decision in the least bit.

Author note; I've been sitting on this for a while, it randomly came to me when I was day dreaming in things that would piss Mitsuya off. For some reason I love making guys mad ✊🏿

Mitsuya, ever since he was younger wanted to become a fashion designer and in the face of all adversity he successed. He never complained about living situation, about never having time for himself, nor how he grew up too fast. How he was never able to just be a kid, he faced his problems head on and worked towards his dreams through it all.

He was an inspiration to everyone around him, his sisters, friends, and you.

Y/n Kataga, you met him during your third year of highschool. Your family had just moved to Japan due to a travel assignment your mom accepted. You had been adjusting to your new life in Japan, trying to figure out where things were, what's what. You were trying your best to adapt to the change, for your mom's sake. Lord knows how stress she has been, going through a divorce, raising 4 kids seemingly on her own. You wanted to help her out, even if it was just a little bit.

Your mother has been working so hard that she hasn't been able to explore Japan, going to work and straight home. It's been a few months since you moved to Japan, still being on summer break you didn't have to worry about school just yet. You made your brothers breakfast, cleaned the house, and set out to explore the city.

That's when you came across two little girls crying at the park, you went to see what was the matter with them. At first they were weary of you.

"N-Nii-san said not to talk to strangers..." The older one spoke up.

"Well, I'm a nice stranger who doesn't like seeing such pretty little girls cry. I just wanna help hm?" You spoke in your softest tone to gain the trust of the little girls.

They were still cautious of you but something told them they could trust you, they told you their names. Mana and Luna. They were absolutely adorable, you held the youngest one in your arm while holding the hand of the older one.

"So, what's does your big brother look like?" You asked the girls while walking around the block to see if you could find him, realizing without a description it would be a lot harder to spot him.

"Like a prince!" The little one cheered joyfully. You could only laugh at how she admired her older brother.

"Ey? Is that so?" You looked down at the older sister, she nodded aggressively agreeing with.

"Well, we can't just say we're looking for a prince can we? Any distinctive things about him?"

"Oh oh! He has purple hair!" Mana recalled.

"And he has piercings." Luna interjected, putting a finger to her chin thinking about other things that would help describe her brother, "and he's really tall!" She finished.

"So purple hair, tall, and piercings, got it." You repeated their description of their brother wondering just what type of person he really was. He seemed interesting in the least bit.

The morning sun slowly began to set as you and the girls walked around looking for this boy. You lot went in and out of stores asking around trying to find this mystery brother, you began to think that he left off without them. What a dick.

As the evening sun began to roll in the little girls grew tired, as did you. In the end you all ended up back at the park sitting on the bench with the girls crying themselves to sleep while laying on your lap fearful for what would happen to them.

You caressed their hair trying to comfort them as beads of tears landed onto your pants. Maybe you should file a missing children's report, you zoned out as you tried to think of ways to bring these children back to their parents or brother.

"Mana! Luna!" A gruff voice called out, through the corner of your eye you could see a tall boy running through the streets calling the names of the little girls now sleeping in your lap.

"O-over here!" You yelled waving your hands like a mad man to signal the young man. You caught his attention. He began to run over to the park. As he got closer you could see him, his piercings, the purple hair.. The way his skin looked in the evening light, he really did look like a prince.

"Mana, Luna, look it's your big brother." You softly shook the girls awake.

"Nii-san?" Luna muttered wiping the sleep from her eyes, she looked up and saw her brother standing running towards them.

"NII-SAN!" She shouted, almost tripping trying to get out of your lap she ran up to him hugging his legs.

"Nii-san, nii-san, nii-san." She chanted it like a mantra, "was so scared, thought you left us!" She cried out holding onto his legs as her tears fell.

"I would never leave you guys, never." He comforted her, bending down to her height enclosing her in tight hug. You watched this sentimental moment with a soft smiled curled on your lips.

"Mana, look." You whispered softly. She opened her eyes and saw her brother hugging her older sister.

"Nii-chan!!!" She exclaimed running to him hugging him tightly.

You got up from the bench, dusting yourself off. You looked at the girls and they seemed okay, it was time for you to head home. You turned the opposite way and began to walk off.

"W-Wait!" The boy called out. You hummed in question, turning around to face him. The boy gets up bringing his sisters with him.

"Mana tells me you looked all around the city with them to find me... Thank you." He says gratefully, he bows his head forcing his sisters' heads down in the process with his hands.

"I-its okay! Please lift your heads, seriously!" You stutter out, you lock your hands together behind your back feeling shy all of the sudden, "It wasn't a big deal, they were really sweet." You smiled. They lifted their hands, Mana and Luna locked hands with their older brother watching you with their beady eyes.

"They seem to really like you, they normally aren't so accepting of people." He confessed with a chuckle.

"Maybe I'm special." You smugly say.

"I'd say... Takes a different type of person to spend all day with kids you don't know, just go make sure they get home..." He pauses locking eyes with you, "you're amazing."

He's so genuine every word was spoken with respect and appreciation, you never seen this before in a guy. Not a hint of sarcasm, nothing. Just pure. You felt your face heat up as you locked eyes, you quickly averted your eyes turning your body the opposite direction.

"W-Well, I'm just happy they found you." You stuttered out once again, you covered your face with your hands feeling the heat seep through. How embarrassing. You suddenly shook as your pocket began to vibrate.

"Oh shit!" You closed your mouth, "I mean, oh crud...." You look back at the little girls hoping they didn't catch that. "I, I have to go!" You looked at your phone realizing you had over 60 messages and 9 missed calls from your mother. You began to run off waving goodbye before disappearing into the evening sun. You didn't even catch the young boy asking for your name.

When you made it home, you got yelled at for what seemed like hours. Your mother took your phone and any freedom you thought you had. It was fine though, at least those girls made it home, you didn't have to worry, yet they were still occupying your mind.

Much less they and more like, him. He was running through your mind, over and over you replayed your interaction feeling more and more embarrassed everytime you think about what you did. You felt your heart beat faster when you hear him repeat the words, "you're amazing".

You didn't think you'd see him again, but you did. It was spring, the flowers were blooming, bees were buzzing, birds chirping, sun shining as beautifully as ever and the only thing you could think about was that boy. You didn't even get his name. It's crazy how much a first impression will impact you. You wondered if he went to the same school as you, actually, you hoped so, but that would be too much of a coincidence, it will start to seem like you guys were.... Soulmates. You couldn't help but squeal at the idea, how perfect would your life be.

"Snap out of it!" You slapped your face as you stood outside your classroom, you took in deep breaths trying to calm yourself down. Your first class of the day, go in, make good impressions and you'll be able to make friends. You hoped, you prayed you didn't say anything too embarrassing.

The first introduction went smoothly, despite stuttering a couple of times. You even got a few numbers from some girls in the class who liked the way you did your hair. Things were going great, only, your dream boy wasn't here. Why would he be? Stop being so hopeful for things that will never happen.

You made your way to the home economics club making a delivery for your teacher who was too busy grading papers to make the delivery himself. You had no problem doing it, it was lunch break and you had nothing better to do after all. Maybe you could make some more friends, plus side you could check out the club and see if it's something you want to do. After all, you always wanted to be a model, might as well see what this club is like.

You carried boxes that were twice your height but quite light despite the size of them. You could barely see the door but you could see the class number. Now onto the problem you now have, how to open the door, you held the boxes with both of your hands. If you even move one hand it will all come toppling down. Then comes, the bright idea. You stood there trying to open the door with your foot, trying your hardest not to fall over due to lack of balance.

You should've taken those yoga classes with your mom! Curses.

It wasn't long till the door opened up, your ears perked hearing the sound.

"Wow, you're carrying a lot, you could've called out I would've came sooner." You heard a soft voice speak out, it was smooth like honey yet deep. Whoever this voice belonged to was blessed.

"Sorry! I didn't want to disturb anyone....." You mutter softly.

"Come on in, let me help you." He spoke reaching to grab some of your boxes.

"Nu-huh, I got it!" You chirped back, you heard him laugh softly as you felt his hand touch your back as he guided you into the room, his touch oh-so soft. Normally you would feel uncomfortable with this but with him, it felt okay. Felt nice actually.

You swatted these thoughts following the guide of his hand.

"You can set them here." He stated talking half of your boxes setting them down on the table.

"Hey, I said I had-" Finally you could see, and thank god you could. You locked eyes with your prince. The boy from the park. Both of your eyes widened as it hit you guys.

"You're the guy from the park!"

"You're the girl from the park!"

You both yelled out, you could only laugh at accusations you yelled at the same time.

"Wow, who knew we'd end up in the same school?" Talk about fate." He smiled.

His smile was so bright, just like that day you met. He hasn't changed. He's so pretty....

"Y-Yeah, fate.." You cursed yourself for the person you became when you were around him, your voice felt soft and weak. Your face constantly felt hot, your heart beating out of your chest. Was it...

Love at first sight?

"You know, I never caught your name." He speaks out trying to lightening the mood after seeing your awkward disposition, slightly fidgeting your fingers, twirling the heel of your foot.

"Right! I never caught yours either, I'm Y/n Kataga!" You replied cheerfully with a huge smile that blinded him. He held his hand out to shake yours,

"Takashi Mitsuya, pleasure to meet you Y/n." He smiled back, you looked at his hand and shook it.

That was the start of something bigger than the both of you. You both became close very quickly, bonding over your love of fashion and modeling. He introduced you to his friends, mother, re-introducing you to his sisters, officially. They were so happy to see you again, soon enough you guys were like a small family.

You learned all about him through stories from Chifuyu and Draken, you knew about Toman and his past gang life, how he raised his sisters, you knew all of it. You felt special, even though you weren't present during that time, you felt as if you were there with him. It was perfect and you would cherish these stories forever.

Mitsuya learned everything about you, much less from asking and more by observing. He learned how stressed you'd get when meeting new people, how you bit your lip while concentrating, how you fidget your fingers and advert your eyes in the cutest way when you were feeling shy. He learned it all. He loved learning more about you, you were like a book he couldn't put down. You, Y/n had him completely obsessed, wrapping around your perfect little finger.

One day you told him about how you wanted to be a model, then and there he proposed you model for him and only him. He'd make you beautiful clothes that match your style and you wear them for him.

Of course you agreed, his designs are gorgeous. He's really talented, and now you had an excuse to be around him more. Not like you needed one, all it took was one text and he would be running to you, wherever you were.

Fourth year of highschool, final year, Mitsuya was going to the College of Designs and you had a job opportunity to work under famous models. You were separating, and only after a year of being together. You haven't even confessed yet. To be honest you didn't even know if you should, what if you ruined what you had. You didn't want to ruin a perfectly good friendship, but you wanted to be more than friends. You wanted more than hugs when he dropped you off, you needed more than your hand gently brushing against his. You deserved more than unnoticed glances at him when he was too busy making designs to notice your stares.

But he did, he noticed it all. He knew, kind of. He had a suspicion, after all Hina was whispering things to him about you and your little secret crush. It came out a few months back that you liked this guy but refused to say who he was. You only gave vague details about him, but in those details he saw himself, maybe he was being overzealous but he prayed it was him you liked and not some other guy. Only he could treat you like the princess you were, you were his since the day he met you.

"Y/n, wanna go to the park?" He asked pointing to the small park across the street.

"That's...." You said as you walked towards the park. You glided your finger against the slide where you first found Mana and Luna crying their eyes out.

You made your way over to the swing where you sat down softly smiling at the memories. When you first fell in love.

"Yeah, where we first met." Mitsuya smiled sat the memory, he walked behind you. Taking your hands and placing them on the chains holding the swing up. You got used to these soft touches, you hated them. They were the touches that could lead to more but never did, you despised them but took whatever you could get. You were greedy, you couldn't help it. Mitsuya began pushing you on the swing, comfortable silence fell over the two of you, you felt the wind softly brush against your face as he pushed you at just the right pace, the night moon looking more beautiful than it has before, maybe it's because you're with him.

"You were cute back then." Mitsuya spoke up.

"What? Saying I'm not cute now?" You scoff at his claim. Feigning to be hurt.

"Not what I'm saying." He rolled his eyes, you were his little drama queen.

"Then what are you saying Mr. Takashi Mitsuya?" You asked looking behind you to lock eyes with the man pushing you. He had that look in his eyes, the one he has when he's sketching clothes or working on bringing his design to life, the eyes of complete concentration and admiration. He leaned down, holding either of your eyes with his own bracing himself. He locked his lips with yours without a single word, not even a warning. His lips were slightly cracked yet soft. The kiss was one that told you everything.

"I've always loved you."

Since that day, it was official. You were his and he was yours. You were a picture perfect relationship, arguments were rare with him, he was kind, considerate, supportive. He was just perfect. You took each others' firsts and planned on taking everything from each other till their was nothing left.

Like said before, arguments were rare. Only sparking when Mitsuya wasn't talking care of himself like he should have been to finish a project, or you put yourself at risk for your career.

Arguments weren't a thing with you two, but when it happened, they were heated and here you two are, present day. Hashing it out.

"And I'm telling you I can protect myself!" You shouted at your lover who had his arms crossed peering at you over the kitchen counter.

"It doesn't matter if you can protect yourself or not, he's dangerous." He spat back completely ignoring your statement.

"He's not dangerous, he's an awkward kid trying to get his product out there," you groaned frustrated at your lover, "you know what that's like..." You mumble.

"Yeah, I do, but at least I wasn't shady." He gruffed, rolling his eyes.

"Mitsuya! He's not shady. Ugh!" You exclaimed throwing your hands in the air.

"You're in denial. You're not doing it. Period." He said the turning around no longer facing you, diverting his attention to the food on the stove.

"You don't tell me what I can and can not do." You pettily said walking out of the room and into your own slamming the door. You plopped onto your bed screaming into your pillow. Pissed at how stubborn he could be. You laid face first into the pillow not moving, until you got a ding on your phone. It was a text, you lifted your head to check your phone.

Aykoyama

"This Monday, 8am? How does that sound? 🙂"

Aykoyama, a new designer, you met him on a photoshoot and exchanged numbers. Normally you wouldn't model for anyone other than Mitsuya but you figured once wouldn't hurt. Besides, you need to build your clientele as a model, you would want him to branch out with different models as well. It's for work, nothing more.

Y/n

I'm sorry, I don't think I can anymore-

"You don't tell me what I can and can not do"

'Fuck you Mitsuya' you thought, time to build your clientele you smiled softly to yourself.

Y/n

Sounds great! Can't wait to see what you have in stored!! 😁

You know you didn't do anything wrong, it's not like you cheated on Mitsuya or anything, yet... Why do you feel so shitty.

You curled up in bed feeling as if you burned down an orphanage, the guilt was killing you.

Over the course of the week you and Mitsuya haven't been talking. You both went to work, lived your life as if the other person didn't exist. It was more you holding a grudge and Mitsuya giving you your space. He'd simply sigh when you would leave the room after he'd enter it, or how you would sleep on the couch to stay away from him.

Slowly it started to piss him off, who the hell said you could ignore him? He's just worried about you. You'll get over it, he'll apologize and you'll say sorry back. Soon you'll be in his arms again waiting for your daily kisses. Like normal.

Yet that time didn't come, what did come was the event. You left the house earlier than excepted, earlier than Mitsuya ever woke up.

He woke up to an empty bed, which has been this week's normal, he checked the time on his phone, 12:50 pm, he slept pretty late today.

No matter, it was his off day. He yawned with a stretch, pushing himself off the bed to check to couch and you weren't there. Matter of fact, there was no sign that you even slept there.

The house was void of all signs of life besides the small signs of his existence that he left laying around the house. He checked his phone to see if you left any message yet you haven't. Now he's worried. He sighs and texts your manager, Polly.

Boss's hubby

Have you seen Y/n?

Read 1:03 pm

"What the hell?" He mumbled to himself running his free hand through his hair.

Boss's hubby

Polly?

Wifey's manager

Sorry! I was busy doing Y/n hair! But she's here with me, we're getting ready for the Gala tonight, you should come 🤧

Boss's hubby

Gala?

Wifey's manager

She didn't tell you? She must've forgot, silly her. Shes helping Mr. Aykoyama With his debut today at tonight's Gala!

He couldn't believe it, you deliberately hide the fact that you were still working with him after he told you not to. It's safe to say he was livid, which is rare. Mitsuya is a calm man, after raising two little girls he had to be, you were one of the only people who knew how to push his buttons and do it correctly.

Boss's hubby

She must've, send me the address and the best time to arrive

Wifey's manager

Of course! The theme is "Golden shine" here's the address;

Read 1:20 pm

The time read 6:30 pm, just five minutes before the red carpet walk, you were sweating buckets. The event was fairly small but had a lot of big faces there in the modeling and designing industry. You couldn't help but be hit with a huge wave of guilt when you thought about what you're doing.

You snuck behind his back to go to a Gala, with another man, after he told you not to. Maybe you did it out of spite or you wanted to prove something but this looks bad all the way around. You're even wearing someone else's dress, you promised. You promised to only wear his clothes.. But you can't deny, the kid has talent. You look breath taking and Polly did a stunning job on your hair and makeup.

Your hair was put into a low bun with a deep side part. Your makeup was light but effective, you had soft red lips with a neutral soft glam brown and yellow look that complimented your eyes perfectly, and the dress.... Lord.

The way it framed your body, showing off each all your curves, the way it instantly perked up your breasts, cupping them like a corset would. It was a great dress but, it wasn't Mitsuya's. As you wore the dress you didn't feel that rush of excitement that you felt when you wore your lover's clothes. You felt tainted wearing this, it made you want to rip it off your body, but this is your job. This is what you signed up for as a model. You can't back out...

"Carpet time in minus 5 minutes!" One of the crew members shouted into the changing room for the models and other crew members to hear.

"You ready?" Polly asked popping up behind you out of nowhere, scaring the hell out of you causing you to shake.

"Didn't mean to scare ya. Nerves?" She questions holding your hand to try and comfort you.

"Yeah... First time doing this." You muttered staring down at the floor feeling almost lightheaded.

"Don't worry, you'll do great." She cheers you on, "Besides, I invited your fiance so you don't have to worry." She smiles giving you the finger heart sign, clearly proud of what she did.

"You did what!?" You shouted softly gripping her shoulders, "Why did you do that?"

"Because he should be here to support you? Is everything okay?" She asks now worried looking at your form.

"Carpet time people, let's go!" The same crew member shouted. The models get up making their way to the door.

"You too Y/n!" The crew member calls you out after not moving. Polly pushes you wishing you a good luck to the door.

You had to calm down, you had to do well. You have to do well not only for yourself but for Mr. Aykoyama. You can't let your personal life get in the way of your work, you're a professional Y/n. Act like it.

You are one of the last people to get on stage, you grab your umbrella prop and begin to sway your hips as you walked down the stage. You looked over to the side to meet eyes with the patrons there, you meet eyes with a happy Mr. Aykoyama who's giving you thumbs up and a not so happy Mitsuya who's leaning forward in his seat, his elbows on either side of his knees with his hands clenched together.

He just watches you, stares you down, your every move, the sway of your hip, the way you averted your eyes when you saw him.

You met the end of the stage and did put a hand on your hip, the other hand pulling the umbrella back giving the lookers a closer, more clearer view of the dress that was on your body. You tried you best to be professional, to focus on your job, but the way Mitsuya glared at you, you could feel your core heating up. You were honestly terrified.

You spun on your heels turning around to leave the stage as the onlookers clapped cheering your name. Mitsuya didn't move a muscle, he just flashed a tight close eyed smile your way.

You're fucked.

The event couldn't seem to go any slower, Mitsuya was standing behind you with his hand on your back gripping your waist shining a soft smile towards the fellow designers there. He hasn't said a single word, just holding a death grip on your waist as you socialize with the people there.

"Y/n! You were amazing out there!" Mr. Aykoyama cheered running up to you, he had a glisten in his eyes, his smile was so wide.

"It was all thanks to your design, it's stunning." You said returning his smile.

"No-no, I can't take all the credit... The way you strutted down the runway with grace and ease, everybody was enchanted by you.." He scans your body blatantly ignoring your lover's presence.

"She is beautiful isn't she?" Mitsuya interjects, holding his hand out towards the younger man standing in front of him, "Takashi Mitsuya, senior designer." He introduced himself with a smile that seems genuine at first glance yet his filled with annoyance and slight anger. It's a smile that could kill a man.

Mitsuya has mastered the art of passive aggressiveness, especially working in the fashion department, he had to learn or he would be eaten alive.

"A-ah, yes! I'm Aykoyama Lin!" He shakes his hand. The young man winces at the grip your fiance had on his hand, "Firm grip! My father would love you." He laughed and Mitsuya joined only entertaining his bullshit until the event was over.

"Thank you for giving my beloved fiance here the opportunity to work with you. However, she must politely decline any future work with you." Mitsuya pulls you by your waist closer to him, you could only blush looking down at the ground.

"Excuse me?" He glared at Mitsuya, "Whatever do you mean?"

"Ah, well, there's no reason for her to work with you any further, after all...." He pauses, "She has me." He gruffed out, "Now if you'll excuse us, my princess seems to feel sick. We'll return the dress immediately."

"No, no, that's not necessary, she can keep it!" He beamed. Mitsuya just flared at him, taking his anger out on your already bruised hips, tightening his grip on your waist.

Mitsuya said nothing else, he turned around and guided you out the building. He walked you to the car garage. He swiftly pushed you against a random wall in the parking garage, pushing you by your hips. Smashing his lips against yours, taking your breath from your mouth with his own, the grip on your waist lightened up but was soon taken over by the same pressure being around your neck. You gasped into the kiss as you felt his hand ring around your neck. His tongue pushed further into your mouth exploring your mouth, swirling his tongue with your own.

He applied more pressure to your neck as he deepened the kiss. You both pulled away to gain air, your chests heaving trying to pull oxygen back into your body.

"S-Suya—" You moaned out.

"Take it off." He gruffed out of breath.

"What?" You questioned him, looking baffled.

"You heard me, take the dress off. I'm not fucking you with another man's design on you." He spat. You must've been taking too long, Mitsuya span you around making your back face him, he unzipped the dress, gently removing your arms from the sleeves before pulling it down.

There you stood, practically naked in a parking garage, you thanked the stars that you left early, it seemed to be only the two of you. You felt the cold air hit you like a tidal wave, goosebumps covered your body as you wrapped our arms around your most delicate places.

How shameful, you should be ashamed. Embarrassed, disgusted, yet there was a pooling in your panties that said otherwise, Mitsuya was never aggressive with you, he treated you like a precious China set, something to be protected. Now you felt like nothing more than a cheapened slut.

"Such a slutty little thing, you didn't wear a bra?" He whispered into your ear, licking your neck before biting it, leaving small bruises. You felt Mitsuya cup your breast from behind, massaging your nipples in between his fingers, the cold air aided in making them hard under his touch.

"W-Was told not to— Ah." Moaning out as he caressed your breasts and biting your neck.

"You're enjoying this hm? Being violated in a parking lot, here I thought you enjoyed being pampered..." He ranted on, "Being treated like a princess, if you wanted to be treated like a cock hungry slut you should've just said that." He cooed, leaving a trail of kisses on your shoulder.

"Don't wanna be treated like a slut.. Suya." You mumbled, feeling his hot breath against your shoulder, his gentle kisses, knowing this was the last time tonight that he would be this kind.

He turned you around, taking his suit jacket off and wrapping it around your shoulders, buttoning just the middle of the jacket.

"Wouldn't want you to catch a cold before I finished with you."

Your body felt hot, hotter than ever. Your panties getting wetter by the minute. He walked you to his car with his hand back on it's designated place, your hips. Digging into his right pocket with his free hand to grab his car keys. He unlocked the car door, opening the passenger side for you. He tossed you in the seat, muttering a buckle up before closing the door and getting in himself.

As soon as he got into his seat, he grabbed you by your hair, pushing your face towards his own, locking his lips with yours once again. He licked your lips with your tongue signalling you to open your mouth further. Moaning into the kiss as Mitsuya made his way to your wet panties.

"Soaking are we?" He chuckled into the kiss, pushing your panties to the side prodding his finger at your entrance. You struggled to kiss him back as his finger pushed passed your tight entrance, moving at a gentle pace, hitting all the right places. You moaned louder as you felt his finger curl inside you hitting your G-spot ever so softly with the tip of his finger.

"I've barely done anything to you doll... You can last longer than that can't you?"

He pushed another finger past your entrance, scissoring them together inside of you. You gripped his hair trying your best to continue the pace of the kiss but struggling as he was teasing your hole. You broke the kiss,

"Suya! R-Right there—" You moaned as he moved his fingers in and out, pushing them against your G-spot just before taking them out all to do it again, inching you towards your orgasm,

"M'gonna cum Suya~" You purred out. Arching your back wanting to feel more of his fingers. "Close, m'so close...."

Just before you were able to have your high he pulled out, before you could protest he shoved his fingers in your mouth muffling you.

"You thought it was gonna be easy? Hm? Whoring yourself out to another designer, going behind my back? What makes you think you should cum?"

He shoves his fingers down your throat forcing you to gag on his slender digits.

"Bad girls like you should be punished, not rewarded." He pulls his fingers from your throat watching you cough catching air, he pulls your face towards his once more before, forcing your mouth open with his thumb before spitting in your mouth.

"Swallow." With that you struggled to gulp down his saliva, yet you did, with the bob of your throat you swallowed what he gave you. Opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him that you swallowed it all, hoping he'd praise you.

"What? Wanna be praised for doing the bare minimum? You're gonna have to do a lot more than that. Now spread your legs."

You opened your legs further allowing him a full view of your soaking area, he brushed his hand past your clit, only to reach into his glove compartment. He pulled out a small pink bullet vibrator, he looked at you with a closed eye smile. He teasingly poked your entrance with the toy, nudging you with just the tip. You let out a soft hum of pleasure as the vibrator brushed across you.

You were so aroused you couldn't handle it, you just wanted him to fuck you, pin you down and use you however he wanted to. Your walls clenched at the thought of being his ragdoll.

"What are you dousing off for?" He scoffed in annoyance before pushing the vibrator in, "You better not make a mess in my car. If you go the entire ride without cumming, I'll fuck you. If not, you'll go to sleep without feeling my cock inside this slutty pussy of yours."

"T-Thats just mean Suya—" Being cut off by the vibrator turning on, feeling it deep in your core. The pleasure was immense, it felt so good, so deep inside of you. You bit your finger muffling your moans, not wanting to show Mitsuya how good it felt. You couldn't cum yet.

"What? Gonna cum already?" He cooed rubbing your clit with his fingers, whispering against your neck, peppering you with small kisses. "You can do it, go ahead princess, cum." He encouraged you, he wanted you to suffer. He was pissed despite how sweet he cooed at you.

"D-Dont wanna! Wanna cum on your cock Suya!" Your back arched as he picked up the pace on your sensitive nub.

"Yeah? Wanna cum all over my cock? Wanna feel it deep inside you?"

"Yes Suya, m'wanna feel you inside, only you."

He moved his face away from your neck, the movement on your clit stopped.

"Then you better not cum before we get home."

The drive home was long and excruciating. Mitsuya purposely grazed your clit or breasts to amplify your pleasure, trying to get you to lose yourself and have an orgasm. You were fighting it so hard.

The car was filled with your soft moans and whispers, you chanted his name begging him to turn down the vibrator, it was too much. You couldn't handle it, he only replied telling you,

"If you want my cock then you'll be a good girl and hold it in."

And so you did. He purposely took the long way home, followed and obeyed every traffic law to the T. He even had the audacity to make a pit stop to get some more fabric while he made you wait in the car.

You couldn't help but cry as you forcefully help in your upcoming orgasm. Tears ran down your face, Mitsuya cooed at you caressing your face kissing your tears away. You were doing good, you were doing well, so well. You watched as Mitsuya pulled into your driveway feeling great relief.

Your relief was brief, as he parked in the driveway you felt his fingers push the vibrator further into you.

You arched your back, letting out a loud moan in response.

He had that look in his eyes. His orbs were focused on you entirely, watching your every facial expression. The way your eyebrows furrowed together, your mouth agape, the way you put your fingers to your lips trying to muffle your own moans.

He selfishly captured your lips in a kiss once again, sucking on your tongue, exploring your mouth as if he's never tasted you before. His free hand turned up the power of the vibrator.

"Suya— too much! I don't wanna-" You panicked at the rush of pleasure.

"Then don't."

You couldn't help it, you were doing so well, so well... All of those efforts gone as you released onto the vibrator, your juices dripping out of you as you closed your legs tightly letting out a prolonged moan, coming to your release.

Mitsuya clicked his tongue as he watched you come undone on the vibrator. Your chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath after having such an intense orgasm.

"N-No, unfair! Suya, please." You pleaded gripping his dress shirt,

"How unfortunate, we just made it home too.." He sighed, looking down at his hardened cock confined in his dress pants. Bringing your shaky hand to feel his cock through his pants,

"It was all ready for you too, at least you got to cum hm?" He smiled, before helping you get out of the car and bringing you inside the house, placing you on the couch. He undoes his tie and kicks off his shoes, leaving you a broken mess on the couch.

"I'm going to shower first okay?" He chirps as kissing your forehead before leaving.

"Suya please!" You cried out, "M'sorry, m'so sorry" You begged as he walked off,

"Princess, don't be a brat. You knew the deal, you agreed to it."

"Please don't leave me like this, I— need you..." You walked up to him pressing your breast against his back, "Need you so bad.."

He hummed in response,

"Now why should I? Last time I checked, I told you not to work with Mr. Aykoyama didn't I? You didn't listen, you wanted to do your own thing, surely you can cum on your own." He smiled as he faced you. That same smile he has plastered on his face all night, the one that says he's pissed but not showing it.

"You even went as far as ignoring me, sneaking behind my back.." He trails off, wrapping his hand around your throat, "Why should I do anything for you?"

"... Y-Youre right, Suya, I was being stubborn, I didn't listen like I should have... M'sorry, it won't happen again." You cried out, coming down to your knees slowly rubbing his entrapped cock with your hand. "Never again, will be your good girl." You promised as you undid his belt buckle, working your way to his zipper. "I love you Suya... Love you so much."

"You want it so bad? Do it yourself." He spat while watching you pull down his pants, he unbuttoned his shirt to get more comfortable, you were still in his suit jacket before telling you to take it off.

And you did, along with your panties.

You kissed his pelvis making your way down to the hem of his underwear, the final layer before meeting with his harden cock. Despite being angry he could never say no to your pretty mouth, his cock always told you want he truly wanted even if his mouth didn't.

You pulled down the final layer, his cock sprung out gently hitting your face. You stared at it like it was the greatest thing in the world. Your eyes sparkled as you saw it, you began kissing it from the hilt up to the tip.

Even his cock looked angry, pale base color with light blue veins pulsating against your lips.

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Mingi kept moving next to you, making you whine and softly pinch him on his taut stomach. He chuckled goofily before putting his phone away on your nightstand, "sorry princess, the boys were talking," his voice was still deep after waking up not too long ago and slipping into your bed.

You groaned, burying your face in the crook of his neck whilst your arms wrap around his waist, your fingers traced shapes on his bare skin.

He chuckled at your sleepy habits, finding you're most adorable when you're stuck between consciousness and unconsciousness.

"Princess," he called out. You hummed in acknowledgement, nudging him nonverbally to continue. He rolled his eyes at your lack of response. His hand moved to pinch your inner thigh, making you jolt up in surprise, eyes widened as a yelp escaped you.

The finger that pinched you then moved to caress the spot softly. His lips peppering soft kisses on the side of your head and on your forehead.

"If daddy asked you a question, you better answer him, you know how much I dislike when you're being silent," he muttered lowly.

You pulled yourself away from his neck slightly to stare straight into his eyes while pouting, "m' sorry, daddy," you told him. You leaned forward to connect your lips with his.

When both your lips touched each other's, you felt Mingi smiled against your lips. His hand that was caressing your inner thigh trailed upwards slowly. The feeling made you giggle as it tickled you but when two of his fingers pressed against your clit, you gasped against his mouth.

He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth and began exploring. As his tongue grazed yours teasingly, his fingers began moving along your clothed slit and back and soon it turned into a full rubbing motion.

You whined into his mouth when he suddenly slipped your panties and sleeping shorts to the side and slip a finger in you. Mingi chuckled when he felt slick ran along his fingers, he detached his lips from yours briefly, "starting to get turned on, princess? Like it when daddy plays with you?"

Even though you were focusing yourself on how Mingi's pleasuring you, you know he'd punish you if you didn't give him a verbal answer. So you nodded as your eyes fluttered close when he rub on your clit with his thumb as his fingers pushed deep inside you. "Yes, daddy, I fucking love when you play with me,"

Mingi chuckled, pleased that you hadn't forgotten your training. To reward you, he connected his lips with yours again, your mouths melded together as they moved together in motion. All the while your hand moved to cup him from his boxers. You felt Mingi smiled against your lips when you began rubbing his cock in unison with his hand that kept rubbing against your own pussy.

"You trying to outdo me, princess?" he asked, teeth biting onto your bottom lip teasingly which made you giggle at the tone of challenge in his voice. But you just shrugged in faux innocence at him.

Seeing how cheeky you were being, he licked his lips hungrily. "Let's see who can make the other cum quicker," he smirked before pulling your sleeping shorts and panties off. Following his lead, you tugged his boxers off as well and began working him to get him to cum.

Both of your faces had expressions of determination, wanting to prove to the other that you have such an effect on the other. You bit your bottom lip to prevent your smirk from growing even more. He was looking back at you with such determination and intensity, his stare shot arousal straight to your core and coincidentally it was when he pinched your clit, making you gasp.

"Gonna give up soon, princess? Come on, I know you wanna cum," he said smugly though he was pouting at you. You scrunched your nose whilst simultaneously pressing your tongue along the slit of his tip. When he let out a choked gasp, you smirked at him, "what about you, daddy? I know your morning wood must be uncomfortable." you mocked him, faking a pout just to annoy him.

Mingi growled at your taunt. He fucked his fingers into you quicker to make a point. You squeaked when he suddenly slipped his fingers out of you to slap your clit harshly. As your back arched, Mingi realized that he knew just how to get you to cum quick.

Soon he began a new rhythm of pumping his fingers into your hole and switching to rubbing at your clit furiously and harshly, even smacking your pussy a couple of times.

"D-daddy, th-th-that- ah, that's c-ch-cheat-ting," you whined at him. Though you tried, you couldn't keep jacking him off as you wanted, the rhythm of your hand faltered. The pleasure he gave you was too much to handle, your mind clouded with lust.

Just as you felt like you're going to cum, Mingi pulled his hand out of you and simply flip you so that your back is on his chest and you were on your side.

"Daddy, what the heck?" you whined, displeased at what he just did, "I was so close!"

Mingi pecked the side of your head, "I'm sorry baby, I just need to be inside you and if you're gonna cum, you're gonna cum because of my dick," he said.

Before you know it, he grabbed one of your legs and lift it up as he aligned his tip to your entrance. "Baby, are you ready?" he asked. You nodded eagerly, hips moving so his tip would brush on your slit, making you sigh in relief.

Though Mingi scoffed at your desperation for him, he slipped himself into you slowly. You let out a shaky exhale at the feeling of him stretching you out slowly, you felt every inch of him against you.

"Remember the first time we were together? You could barely have even half of me and now you're taking me like a champ, a desperate, cock-hungry champ," he moaned next to your ear. Your hand reached back to take his hand and wrap it around your waist, "you moulded my pussy so it's perfect for you," you told him, looking up at him with a slight smirk.

With the way you two were pressed together, you could faintly feel his heartbeat quickened most likely in excitement at your words.

Wordlessly, he rushed to connect your lips again. He held you as close as he could to his body, seemingly desperate. As his lips melded with yours, his hips began moving in a slow, sensual motion.

Usually, Mingi would fuck you in a quick pace. The impatient man would work to get you two off as quick as he could. But right then and there, he wasn't trying to fuck you. There are feelings lingering in the way he was holding you tightly, his thrusts showcased his desperation to connect on a deeper, more intimate level.

You gasped when he thrusted in you and his tip grazed your sweet spot. His hand pressed on the tiny bump in your stomach, both to feel himself inside you and to make sure that your body connected the whole time.

"There, princess? Did daddy hit your spot?" he mumbled against the skin of your cheek. You moaned out a 'yes' and dropped your head back onto his shoulder. "Y-yes daddy, please, w-wan-t mo-re," you whimpered as your eyes started to flutter close, focusing on the way he's moving in and out of you with each thrust.

Despite your plea, Mingi maintained his pace. You were so used to the rough pounding he usually gave you that you started to get frustrated.

"Mingi, I-I swear to God if y-you do-o-on't-"

Your protest were cut off when the hand that rested on your lower stomach slapped your pussy harshly. You felt his teeth bit your earlobe and tugged on it, "that's not how you're supposed to address me, baby, you know how much I hate it when you forgot your place and manners," he clicked his tongue at you.

Initially you had thought that he'd punish you, but to your surprise, he used the same hand to rub at your clit. The contrast between his slow yet powerful thrust and quick work of his hand quickly built your climax.

"No, no, baby, you're gonna let me cum in you first before you get to cum, alright? You gotta wait," he grunted. You hadn't realized that you were affecting Mingi too. The strain in his voice was evidence that he was close as well. One of the things you noticed about Mingi was that he's good in masking his climax until the very last seconds before he break.

Wanting to cum quickly, you reached behind and began fondling his balls, grazing your nails on them and giving them light squeezes. Mingi responded by biting onto your shoulder harshly which then in return made you squeal and squeeze his balls.

Surprisingly, he came right after, he unloaded himself deep in you. You feel his warmth filling you up to the brim. His hips halted, knowing him, his butt was probably clenched, but his hand never stopped its work on your clit.

"Come on princess, cum for daddy," he spoke lowly next to your ear. As his hand focused on making you cum, you began rolling your hips so that you could fuck yourself on his dick. He groaned at the overstimulation, something he's not used to receiving as he's usually at the other end. But he didn't complain about it especially when you began cumming whilst calling out his name repeatedly.

Both of your sweaty, shirt-clad bodies were still pressed onto each other, as you both came down from your high. You closed your eyes and leaned into Mingi even further, trying to catch your breath after the morning exercise.

Mingi was softly rubbing your hips, a smile on his face as he watched the way your chest rose and deflate.

You turn your head to the side and drop a small peck to his jaw, a smile also on your face.

The both of you stayed like that for a bit, giggling like two idiots over nothing before eventually detaching from each other and began pulling your bottoms up back to their original place.

As you sat up on the bed, Mingi stood up and stretched. You rub your eyes, a tiny bit of sleep still clinging onto you. Mingi tugged on your hand and nodded his head to the door, "come on, we can use a pancake after the exercise, the boys are probably waiting for us,"

You rolled your eyes at him but you let him pull you up to exit your room, "you didn't tell them we were having sex, did you?" you asked, knowing full well he probably mentioned it when he opened the boys' group chat earlier.

A cheeky grin rose on Mingi's face, "I didn't tell them we were having sex," he stated.

But when you arrived at the living room, the other boys threw you both a knowing look. Yunho was even snickering teasingly.

"Didn't tell them my ass," you muttered lowly, making Mingi chuckle.

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mull3ts · 3 years

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[ 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝 ]

⚠ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Smut, Priest! Mark, Blasphemy

Father Lee liked to think he was a man of god. Loyal to the church. But he’d often be consumed in his thoughts about you. He tried to pray away any unholy thought of you every time he saw you.

Unlike Father Lee, you weren’t a part of the clergy and could sin without guilt. Especially when you’d decided to check Mr. Lee out when he wasn’t wearing those odd holy robes. Was this typical of a college student to find a priest hot?

Today it was Easter, so after mass you went back to church on your own in an attempt to try and expel thoughts of a hot priest realizing it would never end well for you. You didn’t expect anyone to be there at 7 pm, so kneeling in the pews, you spoke your sins aloud. “Why does Father— Mr. Lee seem so...hot?” You sighed, letting out all of your thoughts into the air hoping that maybe god would give you something. And so she did give you something.

Footsteps were heard coming near you.

Mr. Lee was getting ready to go home when he heard someone enter the church. He didn’t think much of it until he recognized the voice and realized what they’d been saying.

“God, why the hell is Mr. Lee so hot? Isn’t this a sin or something”

He stepped out to go near you who’s head was lowered. At this point he was acting on impulse. He stopped when he reached your side.

The footsteps stopped and so did you.

He cleared his voice making you look up in surprise. Mr. Lee. “I can hear you, y’know”. You looked up in astonishment, you only nodded. He smiled, offering his hand to help you get up to which you accepted. A hand snaked behind your back pulling you closer to him, “I heard every single word” You still seemed to be in shock, “E-every w-word?”. Mr. Lee nodded, “Every word. I used to think you were a good girl, Y/N, until about five minutes ago. Is that really how you feel about me?”

You bobbed your head up and down. Mr. Lee didn’t seem like a man of god at the moment as he led you out of the church into his car and to his house. His house wasn’t bad for a priest. You thought he lived in a monastery or something if you were being honest.

“Up” he instructed, lifting your dress above your head before pushing you down to lie on his bed. He hooked his index finger onto your pantie, “What a dirty dirty girl you are, angel”

“M-Mr. Lee, please I- god!” You squeal as Mr. Lee pounded into you from behind. “Awe, can’t handle it?” He asked teasingly, wrapping his right hand around your throat. Your body felt as though you couldn’t take it, but your body refused to stop. You enjoyed him too much as he enjoyed you too much.

Your back arched uncomfortably as your toes curled when Mr. Lee thrusted deeper inside you, you might’ve felt him in your gut. “Ah, thaaat’s good” He said huskily “Pussy feels so fuckin’ good, angel”

Never in your life would you expect a priest to fuck like this.

Mr. Lee chuckled to himself as he looked at your messy state through the large mirror in front of his bed. Your bottom lip was being bitten by your teeth, little strands of hair stuck to your forehead while little moans and whimpers of desperation for him left your lips constantly. An urge to do something ran through him.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair making you wince, “O-ow Mr. Lee”

“Look in front of you” His voice turned husky and breathy “Look at how I fuck you so well” Mr. Lee tsked “Dirty thing”

In Mr. Lee’s head you should’ve been a sin. To him you were a sin.

Trying your best to obey him, you struggled. It was hard to keep your eyes open, especially when he pounded your cunt like this. You were able to get a glance at the scene in his mirror.

His arms were muscular, his forearms and hands were covered in veins. Sweat was beading on his forehead letting strands of his hair to stick to it. Not to mention his toned abdomen. What kind of priest was he?

“Damn, you see how I’m fucking you angel?” Mr. Lee hissed at the way you involuntarily clenched around his veiny dick. “You take my dick so g-good. Shit, love your tight pussy so much” He groaned.

You gripped the bed sheets as you begged him to let you cum “P-please Mr.- Mr. Lee! Let me...c-cum! I did w-what you...you asked”.

“Cum” he snarled, watching your face contort with pleasure through his mirror. He fucked you through your orgasm, feeling your cunt spasm around him. “Shit, you’re cuming so hard, huh? Did I fuck you that well?” he asked teasingly. You only let out a small whimper in response.

When he came, he let out a string of curses as his eyes never managed to leave yours, smiling when you broke eye contact in embarrassment. “You take my cum so well”

He pulled out before pulling your naked form closer to his. Mr. Lee whispered one thing before you passed out.

“Don’t tell your parents”

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deleteddewewted · 3 years

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I think Tumblr ate my last request, and unfortunately, I don't remember what it was :/.... So here's a new one:

If you write for Monoshin, could you please write some hcs of them with their female s/o (poly relationship) who loves rain but is terrified of thunder (as in, so terrified, she tries to go hide in or under something) ? I don't mind if the ending is nsfw or sfw (although...both would be nice....). Thank you, and I apologize if I'm being annoying with requests 😅 (seriously, please tell me if I am, and I'll back off)!

Hi again! I don't mind you sending multiple request, it's a great way to help me expand my writing. So feel free to request more! (You aren’t annoying. Say that about yourself again I will fight you 🔫)

And let me just say that it was a pleasure to write more smut for the two underrated boys.

MonoShin With A S/o Who’s Scared Of Thunder

Fluff and NSFW

Monoma and Shinsou were very busy people.

Both pro heroes, both married, both married to the same person.

The chaos that ensued when they revealed that they were both marrying you.

Everyone was happy but that meant that their families would make an issue to how the ceremony would look.

Anyways, since the very beginning of your relationship, Monoma and Shinsou made it very clear that it would only work if you were all communicating. You agreed to that fully with them.

You all started to date during your UA days.

During the first few times, you all slept in the same dorm, you all discovered something interesting about yourself specifically.

It was a relaxed day and the outside world was coming to life with heavy rain.

Monoma was helping you out with your skincare routine while Shinsou was brushing your hair.

It was peaceful, a calm drizzle outside that helped calm down the three of you after a long day.

Earlier, you had been walking with a small skip to your step in the rain.

It felt pleasant.

The cold water that fell without an end on you had some charm to it that made you overjoyed.

So overjoyed that you had forced your boyfriends to follow you.

Their priority wasn’t to hide from the rain but to make sure you didn’t trip and fall on the wet concrete.

They dragged you inside one you were soaked and helped dry you up.

BOOM.

A loud crash was heard and a bright light lit up the room.

Monoma and Shinsou were startled but laughed at the moment of fear the noise had induced.

They directed themselves toward you but you weren’t in between them anymore.

“Y/n?” The boys searched for you and they found you hiding in the closet.

Monoma laughed at you while Shinosu chuckled.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Shinsou asked. Monoma was about to laugh even harder when thunder struck again, causing him to choke on his laugh.

You shrieked again and took some of the hanging clothes to cover your head with.

Shinsou smacked Monoma on the back of the head and went into the closet to comfort you. Monoma, on the other hand, continued to choke and once he got some of his breath back he follows suit.

That was years ago.

You were all now sleeping in your penthouse, under the covers on the two pro heroes’ day off.

You laid in between them, head resting on Monoma as his arms held you close and Sshinsou doing the same but with his face buried into your neck.

Usually, they would set up a day full of fun and relaxation for the three of you.

But they were both too tired and you yourself were too comfortable to get up and do anything.

That’s when the piece was disrupted.

The loud noise from outside woke you up but kept the two pros sound asleep.

You quickly got up from the bed and looked aimlessly for somewhere to hide.

Your warmth didn’t go unnoticed though.

Shinsou was the first to wake up.

He reached out for you but found your usual spot in between him and Monoma empty.

He got up and opened his eyes. You weren’t beside them.

Shinsou got up and started to look in different secluded spots in the penthouse.

You told them about your fear of thunder after the first incident back in UA. So this was nothing new.

He found you in one of the bathrooms downstairs and asked if he could come in. Once inside he lifted you from the floor and placed you in his lap.

“Everything’s ok Y/n. I’m here, I’ll take care of you.” He wrapped an arm around you and brushed your hair out of your face.

Light kisses were placed on your neck as a distraction from the thunder booming outside.

The gentle touches making your skin burn hot and your stomach do flips.

“Toshi.” You moaned. It only made him want to hear more of you.

NSFW Below (Minors DNI)

W: Strap On, Bottom Monoma

Shinsou bucked his hips up towards you.

Your pussy twitched as you felt the outline of his dick.

You tried moving up and getting away from him, you were a bit overwhelmed with the pleasant feeling.

But Shinsou wouldn’t let you. He grabbed onto your hips with a tight grip and pushed them down onto his covered sex.

“Common sweetheart. I know I can make you forget for a while. Will you let me?” His mouth was next to your ear. Whispering an attractive offer you would never say no to.

“Yes.” You whispered out.

Shisnous hands moved away from hips and arms wrapped themselves around you instead.

He buried his face into your neck and he continued to buck into you while pushing you down onto himself.

Light moans escaped his lips while your eyes hazed with lust.

After minutes of teasing the weather outside became violent. Shinsou and you didn’t care.

His dick was buried inside of you as you moved up and down it.

He looked so beautiful under you. Panting and moaning. Voice deep and rumbling.

It was that same rumbling in his chest that helped ground you and comfort you as you ignored the sounds from outside.

“Y-y/n, ple-asee. Give me m-more of your tight pussyy.” You indulged him as he fucked into you desperately.

He held onto your chest and thrust his hips into you violently.

He had your legs shaking and weak as he himself felt his own body begin to break under the blind pleasure.

“T-toshi, give me m-ore!” You brokenly asked. He gladly went harder.

Monoma woke up alone in bed and got up to look for his two missing spouses.

Even from upstairs, he could hear your moans.

He smiled to himself and grabbed something from one of the drawers.

“This should help.” He spoke to himself.

Monoma listened outside of the bathroom door. The only sounds being the slapping of skin against skin and Shinosus groans. Your light and airy moans being a major attractor to him.

He knocked on the door and walked inside. Greeted by the sight of Shinsou on top of you panting like a cat in heat and you splayed out as Shinsou supports your body with his own strength.

“How cute, mind if I join?” You looked up at Monoma but were prevented from answering when you heard another thunderous boom from outside.

Before you could yell, the air was knocked out of you by Shinsous cock burying itself deeper inside you.

Monoma took that as his queue to enter the fun and showed you the object he brought.

It was a strap on.

He helped push Shinsou back, allowing him to put in on you and accommodate it.

“T-To-shi fuck, ge-t out.” You told him.

Shinsous thrusting stopped and he pulled out of you.

Monoma placed himself on the cold tiled floor with his back to it. He spread his legs out for you, giving you a full look at his sex and his ass.

“Y/n, would you mind filling me up?” He teased.

You got up from Shinsous lap, legs shaking at the few steps you had to take towards Monoma.

You got on top of him and slammed your hips into his entrance. You had him seeing stars for a moment.

“Oooh, Nei.” You placed your hands on the crook of his legs and pushed them higher.

Monoma felt as his hole narrowed and the strap on felt bigger than before. God, he loved this.

“You l-ook so pretty l-like this, N-Nei.” Monoma flustered at the compliment and watched as you buried yourself inside of him.

“AAaaah Fuuuck!” Shinsou took this as his queue to do his part and enter your sopping pussy again. This time quickly and with some force.

“FUuuuck!” Monoma and you moaned out.

Shinsou began to thrust hard and fast into your pussy.

Because of that, you were practically fucking hard into Monomas own body.

Monoma moaned out the most pornography moan you’ve ever heard.

His eyes crossed as his tongue stuck out.

You grabbed it with your fingers and watched as he lost himself with each thrust.

Shinsou couldn’t really touch Monoma but he could help you push his legs back.

He helped you and Monomas hole clenched around the strap as you and Shinsou continued to thrust into each other.

“FUCK, I’M GONNA CUM!” Monoma shouted.

You buried yourself inside of him as Shinsou did the same to you.

You both helped reach each other reach your high.

Monoma came, eyes crossed with legs back. Essentially in a mating press while Shinsou had you in doggy.

Monomas release was all over his chest as well as on your chest. Shinsous was deep inside of you, leaking out as he pulled out.

“F-fuck. Shit.” Shinsou picked you up from Monomas body and had to sit down inside the tub then going back to pick Monoma up and putting him in too.

He turned on the water and soaked with the two of you.

The warm water helping clean up the surface mess and relaxing your sore muscles.

The rain and thunder kept at it outside but you and your husband were relaxed and fulfilled.

The thunder no longer scaring you since your mind was in a haze.

“Thank you.” You kissed Shinsou and Monoma gently as you all washed away the evidence of your activities.

What a pleasant way to get rid of fear.

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hyuuckly · 3 years

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( u n ) a p o l o g e t i c

— lee jeno x fem!reader

— 0.7k words

— smut

warnings: sub!jeno, unprotected sex, public sex

request: Something with sub!jeno being extremely needy in a public setting and making you follow him in the restroom where he fucks you hard but can’t stop apologizing about it bc he’s not being the good boy you deemed him as??

“jeno, can you keep your dick in your pants for 20 minutes?” you snapped at your boyfriend who could not keep his hands to himself in the middle of a clothing store. “the store’s closing soon, we’ll go home in a bit.” you didn’t even bother to look at him, all you could hear is him whine and moan quietly right into your ear as he continued to caress your sides from behind you.

jeno groaned when you teasingly arched your back against him and scurried you both away from the clothing rack, leading you to the dressing room. luckily for you guys, there were barely any workers around due to the late hour. (not that you’d mind if they heard your boy going crazy for you.)

“please, baby. i need you so bad.” jeno’s bruising grip on your waist would not loosen if he tried and he winced at the thought of your pain. “i’ll be good, i promise.”

you let him put your bodies into a random dressing stall, immediately making you bend over the tiny table inside while mumbling sorry’s repeatedly as he shoved your pants and underwear down unapologetically. “jeno-“

you tried to be stern but was taken back when he swiped two fingers down your slit, collecting the wetness that gathered when he was shamelessly grinding against you in public. “‘m sorry, baby.” he whined against your ear while he rubbed the tip of his hard cock against your clit before pushing into you.

gasping at the sudden movement, you weren’t used to jeno being this aggressive. needy, yes. but jeno was always so obedient with you, this was new but you enjoyed seeing him like this. enjoyed recognizing the contrast between his actions and his words. the rough movements of his hips causing him to reach the deepest part of you and the constant whines and sincere apologies coming out of his mouth.

jeno just wanted to go home and be a good boy for you while you make him feel all the pleasures, but he truly could not control his needs when he saw you bending over the counters to look at the clothing placed upon them. “w-we’ll get caught.”

you laughed at his words, “should’ve waited — fuck — t-then.” your boyfriend change of pace shook the table you were gripping causing it to bang the wall, making loud noises.

“couldn’t.” jeno whined out, his hips still moving vigorously as he chases his high. “sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” he spoke through his teeth, trying to maintain his voice level low which seemed impossible when you were squeezing around his aching member so nicely.

throwing his head back when you teasingly clenched and unclenched around him. “y/n..”

“yeah, baby?” rocking your hips back against him.

“so close, y/n.” he breathed so heavily, his hot breath reaching your lower back as he watched the way his cock disappeared in your wet cunt.

“finish. so i can take you home and teach you a lesson, baby boy.” your stern tone faded away and moan began erupting out of you when jeno pushed into you in an inhuman speed, desperate to come.

the tip repeatedly hit your g-stop, making the boy whimper behind you at the pleasure while you bit on your fingers to refrain yourself from making too much noise as your boyfriend seem to forget you’re not in a private setting. “jenooo, s-sshh.”

jeno slapped a hand over his mouth, spitting covering his palm and dripping down his chin. the last few thrusts almost caused you to hit the wall then he stilled and unloaded his cum inside. feeling his cum spurt deep inside and the sensation of his aching cock pushing out more and more led you to cum and tighten around him like a vice, milking more out of him.

after a few deep breaths, jeno slowly pulled out and cleaned you up with his fingers, gladly licking the mixtures of your juices. “i’m sorry, baby.” he helped put your jeans back on properly.

jeno opened the door for you when you were done fixing your hair. you both walked out hand in hand, but halted your movements when you were met with two employees, cheeks red, in front of the entrance of the dressing room section.

“yeah... i’m gonna have to ask you guys to leave.”

#neosmutcollective #nct #nct dream #nct smut #nct dream smut #lee jeno #jeno #lee jeno smut #jeno smut

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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What did I miss? w/ Hawks and Dabi

Request: Okay so hear me out: Hawks’ and Dabi’s s/o (as separate headcanons, or you can just choose one) is also a pro hero/villain and the lads think she died or something and they just become enraged and they’re so distressed (and the ending is soft because she’s okay and maybe they cry) I love your writing, I hope you have a nice day! -🐍

Lol I had a similar request some time ago for our younger boys which I never got around to doing because I’m bad at fulfilling requests and following orders lol. This will be both hilarious and angsty. Well hilarious if you have my sense of humour otherwise I’ll have to add cricket sounds. Okay maybe its not that funny but oh well, it didn’t make me cry at least. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: angst and fluff, mentions of injury and death, swearing.

Hawks/ Keigo Takami

-Having two winged heroes on patrol always kinda led to disaster.

-You both would race each other to your randevouz points or you would mock each other about your wing span.

- “You know what they say about your wing span? The bigger the wings well....the bigger the assets.”

-You had bigger wings then him just for a few centimeters but you rubbed it in his face all the time.

- “Why am I in love with you again?”

-It really bothers him bc you keep saying he has a smaller dick than you....and you don’t have a dick so.....yeah....anyways.

-You were on patrol once again, goofing around on a rooftop.

-It was late at night and you could be a little more handsy since there were’t many possibilities someone could walk in on you.

-Keeping your relationship a secret is hard and baby can keep his hands to himself for so long until he breaks.

-Suddenly out of nowhere you started hearing screams and cries for help.

-Keigo didn’t even get a chance to say anything before you were flying towards the building that was on FIRE.

-Dashing right after you he entered the building nad he was half expecting to see you there in the entrance, but he saw no one, only a large chunk of flaming wood etched into the mahogony floor.

-His mind immediately went to the worst scenario possible; it was like he couldn’t control his own thoughts.

-But right then, when his panic was beginning to surface, he heard you calling out for him.

-The rescue of the residents took around half an hour and it got harder and harder as time went on.

-The fire was getting out of control and was getting harder to locate everyone.

-One apartment was left in the end and you could here crying coming from inside.

-The fire was basically licking at your boots at this point but you weren’t about to let someone burn.

- “Get those last two outside and I’ll meet you at the rooftop across the street.”

- “Y/N-”

- “Keigo GO! I promise I’ll meet you outside.”

-And that was the last thing he heard from you that night.

-He did as he was told, he got the last two people out of the building and soon after them a toddler was carried out of the building.

-He waited for you to come out next but you never came.

-The flames licked at the sky, their tips seeming to be touching the moon.

-The roof collapsed in on itself making the rescue teams to back away as they looked in horror as the whole flat came crumbling down.

- “SHE’S IN THERE!”

-HE doesn’t remember much from that night.

-He knows he went back inside or at least tried to get past the debris.

-He remembers seeing the color of your wings, that beautiful white, peeking out from under a fallen beam.

-He remembers the upper floor almost crashing him as he tried to get you out and then nothing.

-He woke up in a hospital bed, dressed in one of those white robes his whole body screaming at him not to move.

-If he was being honest he forgot for a moment the events of the previous night and he was expecting to find you sleeping on the chair next to his bed, your hand in his just like you had done so many times before.

-But you weren’t there and then everything came pouring in.

-Frantically he got up and he reached for the door, yanking it open and coming face to face with a doctor.

- “Where is she?”

- “Sir you should be in bed, you injuries-”

- “goddammit WHERE IS SHE?”

-His outburst had attracted some of the nurses but he couldn’t care less about his image right now.

-Where you gone? But he remembers getting you out from under those fallen stairs. Maybe you were already dead when he reached you.

-No no no you had promised ot find him outside, you had told him so. That’s why he left, that’s why he did as you said. What was he supposed to do now? Without you here what is he supposed to do?

-Everything was muffled out, the ringing in his ears being to loud to allow him to focus on anything else.

-His breaths came out shallow as his head swam with thoughts.

-You couldn’t be gone you just couldn’t he had so much he wanted to do with you, so many things planned you couldn’t-

- “Keigo?”

-He turned around slowly.

-At first he thought he was dreaming, your voice always seemed to soothe him when he was destressed.

-But then his eyes landed on you all bandaged up and sporting crutches.

-You were hurt but you were alive, you were here, you were alright.

- “What did I miss birdbrain?”

-He launched himself at you bringing you flush to his chest as he silently cried.

-He let a few I love yous slip past his lips before you both entered the privacy of his hospital room.

-Neither of you spoke for a long time.

-You just held each other as tightly as your stitches would allow before letting all the tears fall.

- “I’m here, we’re alright.”

Dabi

-You had been sent out on a mission on your own.

-Dabi had tried to convince Shiggy to let him go with you but he refused.

- “I’m not sending you on this one with her. She is the best suited for this job and I’m not letting you mess it up just for your fuck buddy.”

-Shiggy really knows how to push Dabis’ buttons and if you ask me Dabi makes it easy at times.

-They were a pain in the ass.

-I mean you are going out on a mission let a girl get prepared in peace.

-Before they could set each other on fire and then dissolve into dust you dragged Dabi away telling Shiggy that you would be going soon.

- “Really Dabi at times I doubt if you trust me at all.”

- “It’s not that I don’t trust you dumbass. I just dontwantyoutogethurt.”

-Legit you didn’t hear anything he said but you had an inkling.

- “Oh what was that?”

- “I’m not saying it again.”

- “Here I am going out on a dangerous mission and you won’t even grant me one wish...how cruel.”

-He ended up saying it again but really really begrudgingly.

- “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

-You kissed his nose then his lips and let out a small I love you before heading down to the bar and getting the last info from Kurogiri.

-Now Dabi likes to see himself as a very heartless and stone cold individual.

-But you always were the exception to his behaviors so he couldn’t help but admit that he was worried.

-The mission was supposed to take three days plus one for you to return.

-It was still day two and he was ready to pull his hair out.

-But he promised you that he wouldn’t go out to search for you unless you have been gone for a week or more.

-So he just waited in agony.

-The moment though that you weren’t back in a week as you said you would be he went into a silent panic.

-He wanted to be nonchalant about it at first, just casually bringing up your whereabouts in convos with the league or asking Kurogiri of any mission reports from your end.

-Always came up with nothing.

-They had lost track of you two days ago and your last contact was yesterday.

-Now he was sure going to come after you.

-And no one could stop him.

-He knew you were strong and that you could handle yourself better than anyone in the league but he couldn’t stop himself from going after you.

-He had learned from Shiggy that the group you had targeted had a soft spot for torture if they caught someone in their territory.

-His mind of course went first to the worst case scenario, his pessimistc nature getting the better of him as flashes of you hurt on the floor of some basement ran throough his head.

-It didn’t take him long to reach your randevouz spot, mainly bc he was driving around Tokyo like a maniac.

-He entered the small house that was marked as you target and the first thing he was met with was blood.

-It was on the walls and on the floor and he couldn’t tell if this was yours or it was someone elses.

-Then he heard suffling from a closet nearby.

-It was a low scratching noise coming from the closet in the far back.

-He slowly approached it, his left arm letting small blue flames lick his fingertips as he opened the door.

-And then his heart dropped.

-Tumbling out of the closets’ interior was you, bloddied and bruised your arms barely keeping you propped up as you landed on the floor.

-He didn’t miss a beat.

-He scooped you up, moving stray hairs from your eyes as you barely kept them open.

-Your lip was split and you had a huge bruise right under your left eye.

- “Hey there baby.”

- “What the fuck happened Y/N?”

-You cringed as he moved his arms under your back, the pain being too much even for you.

- “They were waiting for me. I sent a message to Shiggy saying that I was coming back but he insisted I finish this. I managed to kill the leader but some of his rookies got to me.”

-He didn’t take you to the hideout.

-Oh no.

-If he had done that then there would be no Shiggy to lead them and there would’ve been a large fire in that area.

-He rented a room in a nearby motel.

-He let you rest while he went out and got you some disinfectants and bandages.

-Really when he was cleaning you up, if his tear ducts worked properly he would’ve cried.

-You woke up at some point while he was finishing up and you could feel his trembling and his silent sobs.

-You wrapped him in a hug, squeezing him as much as you could as you let your tears wet his t-shirt.

-His hands went up and down your sides and back, pulling you into his lap as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

- “I’m alright, see? That’s my heart beat.”

-You placed one of his palms over your heart in hopes that the subtle thud would calm him down.

-He really loves you and he won’t let anything happen to you ever again.

-Even if it kills him.

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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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Is giving Malleus birthday crumbs requests okay? If not please ignore. And if yes : how about a scenario where we give Malleus a gift for his birthday and also a hug since he is touch starved. Malleus could be a bit greedy and want more... You can make it as spicy as you want👀.

Love your works! Keep it up!!❤️❤️

“Um...Malleus, isn’t it about time...?” You called out, lips twitching to the side. However, the only response you got from the horned fellow was a tighter embarace down your waistline. You hitched a breath and laughed nervously, despite feeling your soul leaving at that moment. “O-Ow...! Okay, okay, I’m guessing that’s a no then? Haha...”

You breathe out, your hands fist Malleus’ sleeves tight, ultimately guilty of wrinkling his suit. You felt his hands wrapped around you more, pulling you closer as he buried his face right on the crook of your neck. He doesn’t look like he was going to let go anytime soon, you have no choice but to close your eyes instead. You felt like an idiot for asking.

Well...It’s not about when he’ll let go though, it’s about how you can even get out in the first place. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, but having yourself sat on his lap in a reverse position, facing him with his cock buried deep inside you like this...It wasn’t how you planned to spend your night with him but whatever, you guessed

You shifted in your position, which was a huge risk considering every movement would just send an electric shock throughout your body. You’ve been like this ever since Malleus made this silly little request of his...Well, “silly” is what you initially thought about it, thinking that he might’ve been joking but now, it’s become an understatement. It was very rare for him to make a request of you, and given that it was indeed his birthday, you were just too weak to refuse such a...lewd request.

So, suffice to say, here you were, with his cock— one of his cock to be exact, poking at the entrance of your womb. Malleus actually wanted two of them in there, but you just don’t think you have enough experience to do that, you’ll probably die before it go all in if you’re being honest here. He gave you a pout at first, but he eventually settled on one, his other length had to make do with rubbing against your clit for now. You actually thanked him for that, by the way, but it doesn’t make your situation any less strange at this point.

You don’t know how long you’ve been like this or when Malleus would finally stop using you as a cockwarmer and just fuck you normally. God, you sound like an utter whore with that sentence, maybe it was because of the pressure and frustrations seeping out of you that made you this willing to do just about anything right now? You can’t help it, your voice was too shaky with how stuffed your pussy felt, you were leaking and you felt sensitive all over. You do know that it hasn’t been too long at least, but goddamn, had it felt like hours had already passed by, you were practically dying of second-hand embarrassment.

You glanced at Malleus, attempting to communicate with him but any attempt of doing so, such as tapping him on the shoulder was solely ignored. Cheeky bastard...For someone who doesn’t understand how birthdays work, he was definitely getting ahead of himself by taking advantage of his “Birthday Boy” card. Still, you can’t exactly blame him for it, in fact, you even went as far as to wrap your arms around him. The least you can do is enjoy the moment, this was a rather soft side of him anyways.

“Oh my~ How shameless! You two lovebirds certainly know how to spend a steamy birthday night together~!” You flinched as soon as you heard that familiar eccentric voice. You turned your head around, face burning at the thought of someone had actually caught you both like this. Malleus, however, just lifted his head up to see his supervisor, Lilia, looking a like a teenage girl at the sight. “Now, this is what I’m talking about when it comes to youth! Ah, how nice~”

“L-Lilia-senpai, i-it’s not what you think, I...!” You immediately tried to justify yourself, not wanting the older fae to look at you as if you just flunged yourself towards his son shamelessly. “M-Malleus just...!”

However, Lilia just playfully winked at you. “Oh, there’s no need for explanation, Darling~! Why do you look so embarrassed about it~?” He squealed, his teasing tone of voice does not make the situation any better. “Malleus was the one who thought about it, right? I know because he’s been talking about it nonstop for days now, you know!”

“H-He was...!?” You exclaimed, looking at Malleus who looked away with another one of his pout. Somehow, you felt his dick twitched inside of you, it almost made you moan out loud.

“I know right~!? That’s why, it’s fine. Truth to be told, I’m actually thankful.” Lilia said with a grateful smile, crossing his arms. This would’ve been a touching moment if it weren’t for your current position, somehow the awkwardness just seeps through. But still, you would be lying if you say that it didn’t warm your heart. “Thank you for accepting Malleus’ request, (Y/N). He may not express it much, but he’s incredibly happy right now. Of course, I feel just as glad.”

“...Also, forgive him if he gets a little too rough that you might not be able to walk for days, okay~?” Lilia added in with a cheerful smile, making you choke in your own breath. That definitely sounded more like a warning, rather than a heart-felt speech! “My poor Malleus is just quite the touch-starved individual, you see~”

“A~and that’s my cue to leave! I got my lines out pretty good right there if I could say so myself~” Lines!?

“W-Wait, Lilia-senpai, what do you mean-“ Your attempt of interrogating your senior a bit further ended with a cut as your very own Tsunotarou had finally moved after a long time. You gasped at the way his cock managed to slip in even further, triggering your pleasure buttons. He laid you down on the table nearby, careful not to let himself disconnect from your sex. You paled at how he hovered above you, his hands slammed down on each side of your head. Your intuition kicked in and you felt as if it’s not going to be a good one. “M-Malleus...?”

“Oh, look how eager he is~! I’m sure no one but you can calm him down now, (Y/N)! Seriously, you’re so perfect for each other!” You turned your head upwards to see Lilia’s head just popping out of the doorway, his hands ready to close the door for the two of you. “Bye-bye~! I’ll leave you two in peace now~ Make those sweet, sweet love~!”

“L-Li—!” With his tongue sticking out, Lilia waved before slamming the door shut for the two of you. Your eye twitched. “What the fu—!”

“I believe you can do it now.” You trailed off from calling out for Lilia as you heard Malleus spoke and looked down at him.

“Eh?”

With that, you froze a you widened your eyes, instantly paling at the sight of him holding his other stiff cock near your stuffed cunt. Malleus only looked back at you with such a seductive expression that you would’ve found attractive given in any other situation. He licked his lips in the process, staring at your sprawled out form. He couldn’t possibly mean—!? “I’ve been inside you for a while now, there must be more space for another one, right?” Then, he smiled, a smile that looked innocent at first glance but looking clearly, it closely resembles Lilia’s. It was not a good thing. But then, it was also only at this moment that realization striked you...

“I’d have to thank you for this delicacy, (Y/N). I’ll be indulging myself with you from now on~”

...That yup, this was definitely planned.

Lilia’s one of those parents, after all.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #Birthday Crumbs (Malleus)

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marvxlousqueen · 4 years

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So Fucking Sore- Bucky x Loki x Reader

i have returned from the dead to deliver this smut for my friend’s birthday LMAOO anyways for this let’s just pretend tony killed thanos in endgame and brought back nat and gamora and nobody died haha yes anyways bucky is a simp in this tbh (and i’ve never written for loki so forgive me if it’s bad LMAOO)

anyways happy bday bestie (don’t wanna expose ur name on here lol) love u <3

word count: 3.5k

The Avengers compound was more full than it had ever been. Finally, every floor was filled, every guest room taken, some sleeping bags even rolled onto the floor. Tony hadn’t planned to host the entirety of the avengers force, some odd one thousand people. After defeating Thanos and fixing the time lines, Tony felt as though they deserved a break and a celebration. Although most people were still recovering and wouldn’t stay for long at the party, he figured laughter is the best medicine- that, and he always loved an occasion to show off his hosting skills.

Tony’s invitation even extended to the staff at the compound, which is how (Y/n) found herself holding a rsvp letter, trying to decide which box to check off.

“Yes [ ] (+1) No [ ]”

She fumbled with the letter, pen getting heavy in her hand. She was seated in her office, taking her lunch break in between helping some of the injured Wakandan soldiers. Being an on-site nurse, of course she had had encounters with the team, but nothing like this party would be.

Would it be embarrassing if I didn’t have a plus one, she thought

She was interrupted by a knock at her door. “Come in,” she said without looking up.

The door slowly opened and Bucky entered, small smile on his face.

“Hey.. just figured I’d bring you some snacks. Figure you must be real busy in the infirmary.”

He set a plate of strawberries on the table with a bottle of water, metal arm extending towards her. (Y/n) could briefly see her reflection in the shine of the vibranium. She lost herself for a moment, examining his arm.

“(Y/n)?”

“What- oh yeah! Super busy. Thanks, Buck,” she gave him a smile, cheeks burning.

They had always had some sort of chemistry, but she just couldn’t quite get a read on it enough to make a move. Ever since reconnecting with Steve, Bucky had gotten back into his old ways. Still a giant flirt, just maybe a little more shy than in the 40s. He loved to toss some pick up lines around whenever he wound up in the infirmary (which was a little too often), so (Y/n) couldn’t figure out if he really liked her or was flirty with everyone.

“What’s that you got there?” He motioned to the rsvp letter on her desk, still unanswered.

“Oh, invitation to Tony’s party thing this weekend. Think he’s trying to get a head count for seats and food. Don’t think I’m going to go, though.”

Bucky pulled up a chair to her desk, “Why wouldn’t you go? You should be celebrating too, I mean- half of us wouldn’t be in this good of a condition without your healing hands.”

His lips pulled into a smirk as he saw her smile shyly. He loved how we could always make her melt at the slightest compliement.

“I think it might be a little embarrassing to show up without a plus one.. I don’t know, it’s probably stupid, but it seems like everyone has someone, you know?”

(Y/n) shrugged, not sure how else to explain her thoughts.

Bucky nodded, running a hand through his hair, “So- what, you’re waiting for someone to ask you?”

“I- No, but it would be nice, I guess.”

Bucky felt his face heat up. Here’s my chance, he thought. A chance to get some real action because I’ve been out of it for too fucking long.

(Y/n) looked up at him, waiting for a response. When nothing came, she pushed through her nerves. “You don’t have a date, do you?”

His eyes snapped up to hers, wide with worry. “I-uh-no. D-don’t need one. Just a party, you know? Kinda stupid to get a date for a party like this.”

“Oh- yeah, totally,” (Y/n) stumbled over her words, facing burning with embarrassment. Did he call me stupid? Well, I guess that answers my questions- he is definitely NOT into me.

Bucky almost slapped himself after seeing the way (Y/n)’s face dropped. THAT CAME OUT WRONG THAT CAME OUT WRONG THAT CAME OUT WRONG!! He meant to come off as relaxed and nonchalant like he used to be, but instead he sounded like a dick.

Before he could get an apology out, another knock was heard from her office door. “C-come in!”

Steve opened the door, “Hey- oh hey buck,” Bucky awkwardly waved at him, still busy screaming at himself, “anyways, (Y/n)- Thor’s got friends on the way and apparently they got a little scuffed up on the way from Norway, so you think you can head in and check on em?”

“Yes! Totally! Uh- bye Bucky, I-I’ll see you.” She jumped out of her seat and rushed off down the hall, happy to get away from this tension with Bucky.

Steve watched her speed off down the hall before turning back to his old friend. “So.. how’s that going?”

Bucky sighed, “It’s not going at all. I think I accidently called her dumb? I don’t know- I kinda blacked out for a minute there.”

Steve patted him on the shoulder, “You’ll be fine. You got plenty of time to fix anything and make your move when you’re ready, all right?”

He understood how his friend was having some difficulties. While he was far more stable then he used to be, Bucky still had his moments and was working through them. Steve couldn’t be prouder.

“I guess you’re right. As long as no other guy tries to scoop her up.”

(Y/n) entered the infirmary, breathing hard from the speed walk she took to escape that awkwardness. Laying on two of the beds was a tall man with long black hair and some sort of creature with knives attached to it’s hands.

“(Y/n)! My friends require your services!” Thor shouts, embracing her in a hug.

She laughs as he squeezes her tightly, “Of course! Now let me go so I can help-”

The man who was reclining on the first bed sat up, eyebrows raised. “You’re a healer?”

She looked towards him, noting his accent was similar to Thor’s, “Well- no. Not a healer, just a nurse, but I’ll do my best. With all this new tech it’ll be real easy to batch you up. What happened?”

Thor spoke up, “My dear friend here,” he motioned toward the creature with the blades for hands, “Miek- got into a argument with my dear brother and knives were thrown. Just minor stab wounds of course, but it would be nice for them to be healed before Stark’s feast.”

“Your brother?” She looked towards the man with black hair, who offered a smile. “You’re Loki?”

“The trickster god indeed.”

Her face heated up, partially in fear and partially in awe. Before her was the man who constantly tried to rule Earth. “Are you-,” she turned to Thor, “is he allowed to be here?”

“Of course! He aided me in our fight against Thanos. He stands as an avenger now.”

Loki rolled his eyes and began to spin a small knife he pulled from his boot. (Y/n) nodded, still registering everything, “Well, uh , okay then. Where’s the stab wound?”

Loki moved to lift his shirt. On his left side was a gash still dripping blood. (Y/n) took a deep breathe, forcing herself to focus on his wound and not the outline of his abs and the way sweat was dripping down.

“Oh- jesus christ, okay. Let me get some stuff.”

The creature on the other bed made a noise and (Y/n) realized he was injured too, a small blade sticking out of his leg.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” She ran to the other side to grab materials and begin patching them up. The process went like a blur. All she could feel was the way Loki’s body felt warm against hers, not like the cold she was expecting from his being a dark elf. His hand brushed against hers as he admired her handy work, eyes moving from her face to her form. Finally she was done and seated back in her office, yelling at herself for being so horny today for no goddamn reason.

As she took a seat once again, she noticed the still blank rsvp card.

God-fucking-damn it

She still had a decision to make. As she went to check the “No [ ]” box, her door opened. Loki walked in and quickly made himself comfortable, sitting across from her.

“I wish to thank you for the help.”

(Y/n) nodded, eyes wide, “Of course, yeah, anyth-”

“I also wish to invite you to Stark’s feast.”

She froze, mouth slightly open. I don’t even know this dude! And he’s killed a shit ton of people..

“Uh, well,” oh fuck it, “I would love that. Thanks.”

He smiled, “I’ll see you then, (Y/n).”

He left and closed the door behind him. She rushed to fill out the card and went to find Tony. Knowing him, he’d probably be down in his lab playing robots with Morgan. (Y/n) hopped in the elevator and headed towards the basement above the parking garage. It stopped around 3 floors down and the sign flashed “gym.” The doors opened and Bucky entered, sweaty from trying to workout and get rid of all these new feelings he’s having. He didn’t look up from his phone until the doors closed behind him.

His eyes landed on hers, “O-oh hey! Hi.”

(Y/n) gave him a wave and looked down at her letter, rolling it up in her hands.

“You going to the party?”

“Yep.”

“That’s good! Really good! Because you really don’t need a date for stuff like this, we’re all friends, right?” Bucky was desperately trying to make up for what he had said earlier.

“I have a date actually.”

His eyes widened, “What? Who?”

She turned and shrugged, “Just some guy I met, don’t think you would know him.”

A light went off in his head- she’s trying to make me jealous, isn’t she! She doesn’t have a date! She just wants me to make my move!

Bucky laughed and gave her a smirk, “You don’t have to lie to impress me, doll.”

She whipped around, “Excuse me? You don’t think I can get a date?”

His cheeks turned bright red, “W-what? No, you’re just trying to make me jealous.. right?”

Her jaw dropped, “You are so full of it.”

The elevator dinged and (Y/n) exited into the basement, leaving Bucky’s head full of questions.

Did I just fuck up again, he thought.

The next few days past fairly quickly. (Y/n) spent her time in the medical bay once again, dealing with minor injuries and organizing the first aid kits. The few highlights she did have was a quick lunch with Loki, which seemed very abnormal for him. He showed up in her office with, as he called it, “Midgardian Trash,” which was just a plate of different snack foods that Clint had recommended. They ate in a comfortable silence, sharing a few thoughts here and there, until he took his que to leave. (Y/n) walked him to the door and was surprised when he pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her face heat up.

“See you tomorrow, dear (Y/n).”

She stumbled out a response, making him laugh at her speechlessness. After work she rushed to prepare herself for Saturday night.

It was probably the biggest party upstate New York had ever seen. Completely catered, a professional band, everyone dressed up in their finest clothing. (Y/n) would’ve felt completely out of place if it wasn’t for Loki’s arm wrapped around her waist as they entered. He was dressed in a black suit with a dark green tie, constantly repping his main color. Time flew as they spun on the dance floor and drank a little too much, although alcohol didn’t seem to have much effect on him. Loki excused himself to the restroom as (Y/n) downed a glass of water to sober up. She felt someone sit next to her at the bar.

“Look, I’m not interested-”

“Are you crazy? Like- do you genuinely have a death wish?”

She looked beside her and was face to face with Bucky. It felt weird to see him so dressed up. She was used to the sweats and t-shirts, but she had to admit that he cleaned up nice.

“What are you talking about?”

He glared at her, “Loki? Your date is LOKI. Steve filled me in, I know everything. He’s killed people, (Y/n)! A lot of them!”

“So have you.”

“I-” His voice faltered. “That’s different, you know it is. I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

“Well don’t be. He’s actually a pretty good guy. And here he comes now.”

Loki appeared, tapping Bucky on the shoulder, “can I help you?”

“We were just talking.”

He laughed, “seems you would rather do much more than that.”

(Y/n)’s brows furrowed, ‘What does that mean?”

Bucky’s face turned red, “nothing! I guess I’ll leave you two alone now.”

“Nonsense,” Loki pushed him back into the chair. “Tell the woman what you think of her. Perhaps it could work out for you, or for us both.”

“What!?”

(Y/n) was confused again, “What the fuck are you guys talking about?”

Loki looked her up and down, “don’t be a fool. He fancies you, as do I. I propose an agreement-”

“wait what,” she looked at Bucky, “you like me? Like- more than a friend?”

He looked down at the table, confused and frustrated about his feelings and about how this alien douchebag was making fun of him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke up.

“Listen asshole-”

Loki rolled his eyes, “do you wish to mount the lady or no?”

(Y/n) choked on her water, “what the fuck-”

Bucky’s eyes felt like they would fall out of his head, but he responded instinctively, “yes, god yes.”

Butterflies went off in (Y/n)’s stomach, eyes locked onto Bucky’s face.

“Great. So do I. So we shall share her then? Tonight? What do you think?”

Loki turned to (Y/n), who was in shock.

“I-what?”

“Tonight, the two of us, yes? In your chambers, perhaps.”

“I-uh, okay.”

Bucky licked his lips, “Okay?”

“Yes, I mean-fuck, why not. You are both.. wow.”

Loki laughed, “Great, but truly shocking how blind you mortals are to each other.”

The three of them sat in a weird tension at the bar while waiting for Tony to give his toast. After about 10 minutes of emotional rambling, Tony finally raised his glass to the Avengers. (Y/n) downed her drink and looked to the two men sitting beside her. Locking eyes, they shared a common thought and all excused themselves one by one. They found their way into (Y/n)’s bedroom, where she made herself at home by throwing off the heels she had been wearing all night.

“So-uh-”

Bucky cut off her rambling with a hot, open mouthed kiss pressed to her lips. His hands trailed down her sides and grabbed her ass. He pulled away, breathing hard. “You have no idea, how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

He suddenly felt far more confident and began to strip off his suit, starting with the tie that had been choking him all night. Loki threw off his coat and pushed (Y/n) onto her bed.

“I want you to kneel.”

She stood up on her knees, face flushed, waiting for his next move. He slowly undid his pants and pulled out his cock.

Well, yeah, he’s definitely packing

(Y/n) pressed a kiss to the tip before licking her way from the bottom back to the top. She took a deep breath and took him in her mouth as far as she could. Loki began to thrust, gripping her hair and pushing her forward, using her mouth as a fucktoy. (Y/n) opened her eyes to look up at him and noticed Bucky on the side, hand in his pants, eyes zeroed in on her mouth. She motioned for Bucky to strip, making him drop his pants and boxers, leaving him now completely exposed. His hand continued to pump his length, whimpers leaving his mouth. Loki noticed (Y/n)’s eye’s on Bucky and pulled away from her, leaving spit and precum dripping down her mouth.

“Take her.”

Bucky’s face flushed, embarrassed to be doing exactly what some other dude told him to. He walked towards the bed, cock standing proudly.

“Is this okay?”

(Y/n) nodded yes, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him onto the bed with her. With Bucky underneath her, she lined up with his dick and sunk down onto it.

“Fuck! Jesus-fuck-”

(Y/n) couldn’t think for a moment, too distracted by how much he was stretching her. Bucky’s head was thrown up and his grip on her thighs tightened. He lifted his tips and bucked into her, making her gasp again.

Regaining her composure, (Y/n) began to roll her hips. As she rode him, Bucky sat up and his lips found their way to her neck, leaving marks up and down it. From the side of the bed, she could see Loki completely exposed now, hand running up and down his length as he watched them. He smirked as he caught her eye, making it more of a show.

His hand moved faster before focusing on his tip. (Y/n)’s thoughts were broken from him as Bucky began to paw at her clit, rubbing it just the right way. Her hands went to his hair, pulling him close.

“God, so fucking-shit-so tight-”

Bucky’s voiced was strained, trying not to finish before her, but (Y/n) was making it difficult with how tight she was clamped around him.

“Fuck-i’m so close, please!”

Bucky started thrusting up into her, “say my name-fuck”

“Bucky! Please!”

He rammed into her with a quick pace, hands groping her ass. (Y/n) a warmth growing in her, squeezing his dick even more. Finally, she reached her peak and exploded around him, dripping her juices down his dick. Bucky quickly flipped them over, putting one of her legs over his shoulder and started to pound into her. (Y/n) choked on her breath, completely overwhelmed from the overstimulation. Bucky’s thrusts began to stutter until he bucked one last time, going deep into her and exploding. He filled her up and slowly pulled out, seeing his cum dripping out of her.

“Holy shit.”

(Y/n) laughed, trying to catch her breath, “thanks, you too.”

“Quite the show, indeed.”

(Y/n) had almost forgot there was a whole other dude waiting to fuck her. Looking over, Loki’s cock was still standing tall, the tip burning red.

He stood up and made his way to the bed, “On your hands and knees.”

His command made butterflies form in her stomach. (Y/n) turned over and got on her hands and knees. Loki entered her without warning, making her scream out in surprise. His hand came to her head, pushing her into the mattress. His pace picked up as he slammed into her.

“Jesus-fucking-god!”

Loki laughed through his heavy breathing, literally fucking her into the mattress.

“Let’s get something in that mouth, yes? Barnes-”

Bucky’s eyes moved from watching where Loki was connecting with (Y/n) to her mouth. “Sure-yeah, fuck yes.”

Bucky was thankful for his super soldier qualities because he was already up for round two. He got on the bed, dick facing (Y/n)’s mouth. She got back on her hands and kissed his tip before he pushed in. Bucky let (Y/n) control the pace although most times she was pushed on his dick by Loki’s hard thrusts. (Y/n) lost track of time as she getting literally fucking railed. Loki’s thrusts began to speed up and sweat was dripping down his godly body.

(Y/n) felt the coil in her stomach tighten again, warmth spreading through out her, she was close, moaning around Bucky’s length. He pulled out of her mouth and began to jerk off, enjoying the show Loki and her were putting on.

(Y/n) screamed as she reached her climax for the second time that night, eyes rolling to the back of her head, but Loki didn’t slow. He continued until one finally thrust, he pulled out and spilled onto her back, throwing his head back.

The noises (Y/n) was making made Bucky cum into his own hand before collapsing on the bed.

(Y/n) dropped onto the bed, legs shaking. “Jesus- fuck.”

Bucky put a hand to her cheek, “you okay? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

She shook her head, “No, just-fuck- I’m gonna be so fucking sore.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #Sebastian Stan #loki #loki x reader #loki smut #tom hiddleston

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scarecrow-supremacy · 3 years

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Arranged Love | Pt 4

Thank you to Mrs. Hatake for requesting this prompt to me!

In which: f!reader is interested in being in a fwb like relationship, but is forced into an arranged marriage with the one and only, Hatake Kakashi. Both (y/n) and Kakashi only agree to marry for the sake of convivence. (y/n) with her needs, and Kakashi with his wish to revive his clan.

AO3 Chapter

Lime/Smut warning

*Lime, but the next chapter will probably be smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

Infinite things I could hate about you

The way you walk

The way you talk

The way you capture my mind

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick...

You counted the soft noises of the clock, knowing full well that your alarm clock was bound to go off at any moment now. You could have gotten up to start your day early, but you, quite frankly, lack the motivation to do so. Anyways, it was your day off. Being productive is highly overrated... You mentally uttered. Why get out of bed when you could cuddle with your plush lavender body-sized pillow all morning? You groaned, your actions making your further realize how friggen lonely you felt within. If only the pillow could have been a person...

You glared daggers at the rose gold engagement ring upon your finger. Technically, you really weren't lonely. Hell, there was a part of you that would have preferred to be alone again. Why him?! Annoyed thoughts swarmed your mind, keeping you from attaining proper relaxation. Of all people...Why him? You pulled your pillow closer to your chest, burying your face into the cool silken cover and squeezing it tightly. Why, why, why? Your mind paced. It wasn't that you were thinking about him, Hatake Kakashi, so much. It was how you thought about him that filled you up with despair.

New feelings...shining in a new light.

What is wrong with me?!

Your eyes traveled to your stomach, your diary still opened up to the page you were writing last night. The whole diary idea was Kurenai's, back when you were made jonin, around the age of 14. She knew you weren't the best with opening up to people. So to let out your pains, she had recommended writing about them. And in honesty, you were glad that you had decided to take her advice. Writing did make you feel better. Ranting out all of your troubles without any worries of being judged. As of these days, most of your entries were about Kakashi or how you wanted to relieve yourself. It's almost concerned you that you wrote about him so damn much. Just shove him aside!

"Urg!" Your groaned, gathering the willpower to get up from your blanket cocoon and take a nice and warm shower, "Sulking won't do any good..." With a sigh, you entered your kitchen, telling yourself that you'd shower after grabbing something to replenish your hunger. It was glaringly obvious that cooking wasn't your forte. In fact, you were absolutely horrendous at it. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you somehow managed to burn water while trying to boil it. You, the woman dubbed Ibara-hime, the Thorn Princess, could not cook if your life depended on it.

After contemplating what you could make without burning your kitchen down, you simply made yourself a cup of your favorite herbal tea to energize your body. It wasn't much, but it helped wake you up.

Ding dong, the bell to your apartment rang. "Gimme a sec!" You called out the person, throwing on your flak jacket just for formalities. "Oh..." Your face fell, yet your stomach fluttered, "It's you–"

"Yeah, it's me," one Hatake Kakashi mocked the tone you had greeted him with, running his fingers through his silvery hair. You didn't want to think much of it, but his hair just looked so soft...

"What do ya want, Hatake?" You put your hands on your hips and pouted.

Kakashi groaned as he made himself welcome inside your quaint home, "I'm bored," He simply told you, plopping himself right in the middle of your couch. What a dick, you muttered, having to sit on a chair instead of the sofa. "Wahh..?" You whispered as Kakashi's eyes took in ever single bit of you. Your skin started to burn, although his gaze wasn't exactly giving off a positive vibe. "Stop eyeing me like that, Hatake." You mustered up the courage to spit out.

"Oi, it's not my fault," Kakashi sassed, "Take a look at what you're wearing, yariman." Slut, his deep and rich voice had called you.

Anger stirred up inside of you, along with embarrassment, causing your skin to feel as if it was on fire. You felt yourself get flustered as you looked down at your short skirt, which had rid up your legs, and lacy dark green bra that had been reveled by your unzipped vest. "O-oh!" You breathed, your hand going to zip up your flak jacket, yet was slapped away before you could. "What the hell, Hatake?" You flashed him a bewildered look.

Kakashi chuckled smugly, the smirk under his mask apparent, "Don't... I kinda like you dressed like this." He stated matter-of-factly.

"But you j-just," You stuttered out, "called me a..." you trailed off, averting you eyes. Urg, the audacity of this pervert, your inner self spoke. "Perverted idiot."

"Call me what you want," Kakashi grabbed your hand, "I'm your perverted idiot, forever." He laughed softly. Woah, he never acts like this...

"Did somebody drug you?" you sweat-dropped, unintentionally blurted out your thoughts, "You normally don't act like this."

Kakashi sent you a wary look, but you could tell he felt slightly hurt by your remark, "No..." he replied cautiously, "I just thought...it would be good to loosen up."

Your expression softened ever so slightly, "Oh..." the two of you sat in pin drop silence.

"You know," Kakashi ventured, "dark green is my favorite color."

"Hatake!" You yelped, instinctively covering your chest, "I'm going to take a shower!" You turned you back to your dreaded fiancé, stomping out of the room to go bathe.

"I might as well join you then," Kakashi shrugged, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

"I'm sorry what?!" you exclaimed

"I haven't showered yet today."

"Urg..!" He's drugged, I'm sure of it... you thought, finally giving in to Kakashi. "Kitanai yarō!"

"Well," Kakashi tapped his foot, carefully placing his flak jacket upon the silken sheets of your bed, "aren't you going to strip down?" He asked as he started to remove the cloth bindings from his thigh and ankles.

"Y-yeah..." you flushed softly, "J-just gimme a second." You dashed off, tossing my clothes into your basket of dirty laundry and grabbing a towel to wrap around your bare body, "Okay..." you mumbled, peaking your head out from the bathroom. The tension in the room was heavy and hot, almost uncomfortable. It was...something you had never felt. Hence, you couldn't put your finger on a way properly to describe the situation. Yet heat rushed to your core, even the tiniest smidge of arousal turning on your mind. You felt like your every movement was being recorded in Kakashi's mind. His gaze digging into your soul like a kunai in delicate flesh. Like his– No, no, no, no! No pervy thoughts, (y/n)! Stay classy, you ordered your mind, preventing it from trailing off. We have a dignity, remember?

You hesitantly got into the shower, testing the waters for the proper temperature. "Ahhh," you moaned ever so slightly, the raining down of the water slipping down your body and rejuvenating your sores from the previous night's round of nightmares. "Oi..." Kakashi started to speak as he entered the shower from behind you, ending up grunting incoherently. You shook your head, sighing in disapproval whilst rubbing from body wash into your soft (s/t) skin. You felt a pair of hands brush past your hair, reaching for the hair conditioner, "Rose and sandalwood, eh? No wonder you smell like a garden and incense shop." Kakashi breathed down your neck.

You tried your best not to look back at him, your heart racing for reasons you tried to reject. Nope! We can't be falling for him! You let out a slight gasp as Kakashi's hands found their way to your hips, tracing the gracefully toned muscles of your stomach. "Kakashi...what are you doing?" You whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the running water.

"I read your diary," you could practically heard the smirk on Kakashi's face, "I think I can help you with your needs..." Kakashi licked the helix of your ear. A shudder went down your spine, a foreign though crossing your mind. Maybe, just maybe, we could make this work... your mind ventured. "Kami, I've been having some problems myself, big problems..." Kakashi told you, his voice velvety coffee as he nipped at your neck. His hardening length pressing against your round ass. You could feel your walls start to clench; you were surprised that your body was reacting to Kakashi's touch like this.

No disturbance could get in the way of this exhilarating moment, right?

"(Y/N)! RAIDŌ ASKED ME OUT! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!" The voice of Mitarashi Anko screeched, she wandered into your bathroom, "YESS!"

"Anko..." You cringed, clenching your fists, "W-wrong t-time..." You moaned as Kakashi's finger teased your clit.

"What?" Anko called out, "I can't hear you over the water. Could ya speak up."

Kakashi pumped faster, "You heard her, louder." His intentions directing towards your moans, blessed music to his ears.

You sucked your breath, "N-never m-mind, Anko!" You managed to force out, trying your absolute hardest to not moan.

"Wait...Is that..." Anko's voice trailed off, "Kakashi's mask, and his..."

"A-anko! Pl-pleas j-just..." you bit your tongue, "go. Ju-just tell me l-later!" You begged her, turning to look at Kakashi with pleading eyes. Not now, Kakashi, you tried to convey with your widened (e/c) eyes.

"OH HELL NO! SORRY!" Anko cried out, causing Kakashi to pull his fingers out of you with a let down sigh. The smoke of Anko's hasty teleportation jutsu lingering for a few moments.

The mood had officially been broken. Thanks a lot, Anko, you mentally swore. But holy hell, you were about to get laid. Shamefully, you looked at the floor as Kakashi rinsed our your hair. "I–" you tried to speak, yet your voice faltered as you took a moment to observe Kakashi's face.

"Are you still in for it?" Kakashi raised his eyebrow; his left eye lidded.

"Oh! Uh..." your heart suddenly fluttered, "Y-yeah." You told him shyly.

Kakashi flashed you a smirk, "How about we just dry off, then..." He winked at you.

Yep, I'm convinced he's drugged... There's no other explanation...

Infinite things I try to love about you

They way you walk

The way you talk

The way you capture my mind

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anotherobeyme-blog · 3 years

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This isn’t proofread, I literally pushed this out in under two hours. I might come back later to proofread. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll leave y’all to my incorrect grammatical glory and sinful spelling mistakes.

This is made with my OC’s name in place of MC. I’ll try to make one that has MC in place of the name “Red”.

I do want to put a TW, for obviously NSFW, but also what could be taken as dub-con. This contains swearing as well. Please let me know if any other TWs I should put. I’ll try to put all the tws in the tags as well.

Obey me, night before Red leaves

He makes a pact. With Lucifer. But before he finishes up his business, he has one last thing to do. He takes a few steps across Lucifer’s study, and steps on his toes to kiss lucifer.

“...Red.” Lucifer says in a clear tone. “I’ve always known you’ve wanted to do this. And I know what you’d like to do next.”

Red smiled at this as Lucifer pulled him tighter and closer. “We’re heading straight to my room. You’re going to spend your last night in the Devildom there, together with me, all night long, until the break of dawn.” He pulled Red’s face towards his, “I’m not letting anyone else have you now...” Lucifer smiled a sharp grin, “You’re mine.”

Red swallowed and nodded eagerly at Lucifer’s proclamation and tried pressing himself even closer to the demon, as though he wasn’t as close as he could be to the other. Red’s actions made him smile, and seemingly effortlessly picked him up.

“I know you want this.”

“I-I do. I want this- please, please!” He begged while rutting himself against Lucifer’s leg, his thin arms held tightly by just one hand and his neck held by Lucifer’s other, pulling Red’s ear to his mouth to speak into.

“Look how quickly I’ve got you writhing in my lap,” Lucifer spoke, scraping his teeth on the cartilage of Red’s ear.

With Red still whining and begging, Lucifer wandered his hand to his nightstand and pulled. His hand palmed around to find a plastic bottle, just the bottle he was looking for. He flipped the nozzle open with his thumb

“Open your hand.” He told Red. He eagerly obliged, mindlessly putting an open palm out with his eyes still shut and hips moving. A cold liquid seeped into his hand, filling up the thin crevices between his fingers, and he almost dropped the contents. “Uh uh,” Lucifer reprimanded, “keep your hand like that.” Red nodded and waited for Lucifer’s next actions. What he definitely didn’t expect was for Lucifer to literally rip his trousers at the seams just to get them off.

“Wha-What the hell? How am I supposed to go back to my room without pants?!” Red yelled.

“Looks like you’ll just have to figure that out for yourself, huh?” Red just responded with a grunt while Lucifer worked off the rest of his torn pants. Red was left down to just his underwear while Lucifer was still fully dressed.

“Hey so when are you going to get undressed?” Red asked, only mildly teasing. Lucifer didn’t respond, just opting to go ahead and rip what little clothing he had left on his bottoms off. “Hey! My underwear too!”

Lucifer smirked, “that’s what happens when you’re a brat.” He stated flat out. He dipped his fingers into the somewhat warmed liquid in Red’s palm. He swirled his fingers around the rim of Red’s hole, working it open.

Red but his lip, moving his hips just enough to get just a little more from Lucifer. But Lucifer put a stop to this, grabbing Red’s hip and pulling down. The motion plunged his fingers into Red suddenly, making him gasp. Lucifer furthered his actions but digging his neat nails into Red’s soft skin.

His fingers massaged the soft tissue inside Red, going deeper and deeper with each movement. Lucifer worked him apart while Red tried, and failed, to move around on his fingers. But when the pleasure finally started to just build up, Lucifer withdrew his fingers, eliciting a small whine from Red. He was flipped onto the bed, his face pushed into the comforter.

“Mmph!”

The same liquid dropped on his ass, dripping over his hole in its flow. He could hear Lucifer’s dress pants unzipping, and he tried to flaunt what little ass he had just a bit while he waited. Moments later Lucifer’s cock lined up to him. Before he could move, Red pulled his hand around back and felt around, feeling for his cock. He felt it, and stroked it, and guided it in.

“So you have lube in your nightstand but not condoms?” He complained.

“Is that a problem?”

“N-no...”

Lucifer spared no time, plunging in. It felt like bliss, both from anticipation and action. Red held back a moan in his throat. He sat up on his elbows all the while the bed rocked back and forth, hitting the old, hollow walls.

“A-ah” it was harder to hold back his moans that where delving into words. “Fu-... o-oh!” His knees quivered and his belly fluttered. The rocking across the quilted comforter stimulated his cock, the tip no doubt leaking a small stain on the immaculate fabric. “Sh-shit... I think..” words left his mind as Lucifer fucked him silly, “I... I’m-“ he words merged into moans and whines.

“Can’t speak?” Lucifer taunted, pulling Red up and grabbing his neck all the while he kept at a brutal pace. The lewd squelching mixed with Red’s uncontainable moans filled the room as he neared his climax. Lucifer’s grip on Red’s hip tightened, painfully digging his nails into his pale flesh. A yelp elicited from Red’s throat while Lucifer’s nails dug even further into the bony hip.

“C-cum... I-“ he moaned while writhing in Lucifer’s harsh grasp. He felt his cock sputter and spasm, the nerves all the way down to the palms of his feet fluttering in a frenzy. Just climaxing, spurts of cum spewing, Lucifer withdrew his cock leaving Red suddenly empty and riding through his short ruined orgasm.

“No! N-no, please!” He begged, almost weeping. He flopped onto the bed as Lucifer let go, planting face first into the blanket. He barely held himself up on shaking elbows while taking in puffs of air. “Why? W-why did you-“

Red was cut off from his whining, flopped onto his back and the motion moving his painfully sensitive cock around. His knees bent and hugged each other, bringing them to his belly.

Lucifer hastily spread his legs apart, “didn’t you want to come?” He mocked

“Yes but-“

“But? Do you not?” He asked with a sadistic going on his eyes. He pulled red closer, “should I stop?” He asked in a low tone, almost a pur.

“No! No please don’t! Please let me-“ Red frantically begged, just one ruined orgasm pulling him apart at the seams.

“Good,” Lucifer lined himself back up and once again, entering Red with no warning or mercy. He somehow delved even further, hitting even deeper than before. Red lost all control, no holding back, his whines falling from his lips with no restraint.

“Please let me cum! Please!” He begged.

Lucifer made no acknowledgment besides keeping up on his pace on Red’s sobbing hole. He clamped even tighter around Lucifer’s cock and Red’s hand wandered over to his sensitive and swollen cock. He slapped the traveling hand away, holding it tight above Red’s hand.

Red’s face contorted even further in pleasure. His cock twitched in the coming event, Red falling apart once again. But Lucifer clamped a hand tight around Red’s base, leaving him even more swollen and begging.

“N-no, let me-“ the hand that was clamped to Red’s wrist let go and Lucifer plunged his fingers into Red’s mouth. Saliva coated his tongue and it dripped around Lucifer’s finger creating a slick mess. Red moaned and swirled his tongue around the fingers in his mouth.

He pounded with even more urgency, leaving Red’s hole absolutely sore with delicious pain. He filled it up with his sticky seed and his hips sputtered, chasing the remnants of his orgasm. And then he was done. He pulled out, leaving Red empty and wanting, his orgasm denied once again. He whimpered inaudible pleas and writhed around on the bed, unknowingly showing off his slick red ass.

Lucifer picked the mess up and threw him over his shoulder. The stimulation of Red’s cock moving against the fabric of Lucifer’s shirt left him leaking small drops of fluid and whining even more.

The tire of denial blurred time together, only the warm spray of water against his body waking him up. Red blinked away his fatigue but was suddenly pushed to his knees.

“Ah! Warm me next ti-“ Lucifer’s freshly cleaned cock stuffed his mouth, leaving him gagging from the intrusion to his throat. He pulled out and Red got a chance to breathe. He looked up at Lucifer through water and tear slicked lashes. The small break was interrupted just as before, Lucifer’s cock fucking his mouth unrelentingly. Tears and shower water streamed down his cheeks as he gagged multiple times over the cock in his throat. He pulled his face away and coughed, drearily pulling his attention back to the stiff erection in front of him. Through heavy lids and looked back up at Lucifer as he made small licks and swirled over the tip. His spit and cum ridden tongue massaged its way around the sensitive flesh.

“You suck dick so well,” Lucifer praised, making red smile. “Such a pretty little slut,” he smiled before suddenly fucking Red’s mouth. He kept at this, only giving minuscule stops for Red to breathe through the assault. His cock rammed its way down his throat multiple times while he gagged and swallowed around the intrusion. Lucifer quickly came, spilling his cum down Red’s throat while still keeping up the relentless fucking. He finished his orgasm and slipped out of Red’s throat, allowing him to breathe and pant fervently.

He was pulled back and and twirled around, Lucifer’s still firm cock poking and slipping between his ass. Lucifer guided himself to Red’s slicked up hole and started rocking himself in and out. He stroked Red’s overstimulated tip, the touch both a mercy and torture. He pumped the smaller one’s cock in sync with each pound into the abused little hole. Red babbled moans with his face pressed against the wall of the shower while finally being properly fucked. He was getting closer to a painful edge and his teased cock had no choice but to twitch just as the times before. He quickly came, his belly flipping and dancing in ecstatic motions and the nerves in his lower half pulsing in a rapid rhythm. He painted the wall with his cum as it shot out, some even hitting his belly. Lucifer fucked him through the orgasm with no stopping, leaving Red a writhing, begging, overstimulated mess. He babbled and whined as his ass was fucked without mercy and his cock was pumped steadily. Lucifer kept up the brutal pace and ducked the younger through not one, not two, not three, but four increasingly painful orgasms. He painted Red’s walls with his own cum leaving his stretched and used hole to leak fluids. Red’s legs were useless, caving in under his weight. Lucifer wasn’t lying.

“You’re mine.”

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me smut #obey me lucifer #obey me oc #tw dubious consent #tw dubcon #tw smut

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animensfw-smut · 4 years

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Intoxicating Wolf! Bakugo x Bullied! Reader

Wolf Bakugo is pretty hot...

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+

The basic plot of this that i thought of is that the reader is an omega and Bakugo bullies the reader for it, but the bullying was only in Junior High. However, i feel like Bakugo is the type of person to hate the person that he likes, so yeah. Also, reader may be a bit of a crybaby here.

Alright, y'all ready for some soft Bakugo?

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*(y/n)'s pov*

Gathering my things up from my desk, i hurriedly stuffed them all in my bag, making a dash for the door.

"Oi, you left your pen." Spoke a familiar voice. I froze up, my heart beating faster. Even if he did bully me in Junior high, i don't know why i still like him. Slowly, i turned around, a nervous look crossing my face,

"A-Ah! Th-Thank you!" It was the first day at UA, and imagine my shock when i found out that Bakugo would be in the same class as me.

I rushed over to him, and tried to grab the pen. Everyone had left now, with only me and Bakugo in the same room, something i absolutely did not want. He lifted the pen above his head, making me lean forward to try and get it. A smug smirk appeared on his face as he leaned towards my ear,

"Can't reach it can ya, shortie." (Sorry for the tall readers here...) Bakugo threw the pen across the room,

"Fetch for your alpha." For some reasons, my emotions got the better of me, and tears sprang up in my eyes. My sobs reached his ears and his eyes widened,

"Why...? I didn't do anything to you, y-yet you a-always bully me... Just b-because I'm an o-omega? I didn't a-ask to be one...! I hate you! I don't know why i ever l-liked someone like you..." I whispered the last part, but his sharp hearing caught it.

Bakugo tensed before wrapping his arms around me. I sobbed in his arms,

"W-Why do you h-hate me..." I hit his chest lightly. A breath escaped him as he tightened his hold around my waist,

"I don't. If i don't do that, I'll end up not being able to control myself. Your scent to me is intoxicating." My eyes widened as i looked up at him. A sad smile crossed his face,

"I'm sorry." The Bakugo Katsuki apologising? That's a first. A wave of relief washed over me as i started crying even more,

"W-Wait! Why are you fucking crying?!"

"I'm so happy!" I nuzzled my face into his chest with a smile, wrapping my arms around him.

"H-Hey...!" A furious blush covered his face.

"I-If you do that, i won't be able to control myself!" Giving him a small smile, i responded,

"Then don't." As soon as those words escaped my mouth, he brought me into a kiss, his tongue battling for dominance in my mouth which he won. His large hands messed up my hair as he used force to push my head closer against his. We broke apart and i gasped for air, before he dived into another rough kiss, this time changing the angle. His other hand stayed on my waist, pushing my whole body closer to him. Bakugo pushed me towards a wall, still kissing me.

"I can't get enough of you..." He whispered, unbuttoning my blouse half way. His lips came in contact with my neck, making me shiver. His kisses were light, surprisingly, making me let out a pleased sigh, my fingers combing through his hair.

"Can i...?" He asked with pleading eyes. I nodded, hugging his head to my chest as he discarded my undergarment and lowering his pants and boxers. Slowly, his hips moved forward, his member sliding into me. He was... gentle. Something i didn't expect. My lips curled up at his compassion. (I dunno if that's the right word to use.)

Once again, his lips captured mine as he pushed into me. His tongue invaded my mouth, leaving nothing untouched. I moaned into the kiss, loving the taste of caramel that came from him. He broke away, a string of saliva connecting us before he started attacking my neck again.

(I realised i have no idea where the alphas mark the omega, i just know it's on the neck but i dunno which part... -_-)

He gripped my hips with enough force to bruise, ramming his dick into me,

"Ahnng, B-Bakugo...!"

"Mn, Katsuki. Don't c-call me by Bakugo." I obliged,

"Katsuki..." His ears perked up at the sound of his first name coming from my mouth.

Biting back the urge to smile, his teeth sunk into my neck, marking me. My head lightly hit the wall as i leaned on the wall for more support. My walls clenched around his dick making him growl and change into a quicker pace. His member rubbed me in all the right places making me clench around him more.

"Shit... You're even tighter...!" Sweat was building up in his hands and he clenched his eyes shut. A loud moan escaped me,

"Katsuki~" I came, my hands wrapping around him tighter.

"Nnghhh... (y/n)..." His thrusts stopped as he pulled out and came on my lower half. He grabbed the tissue box on the desk and wiped his hands before he exploded anything. Then he cleaned me up, making sure to be gentle.

Afterwards, we decided to hang out at my place. Don't worry, he made sure to pick up the pen for me.

#katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #wolf bakugo #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #anime smut

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jungjaehyunnies · 3 years

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broken promises; j.jh

☆ summary: nobody ever told you that falling out of love was just as easy as falling in love. ☆ genre: fluff, angst, slight smut ☆ warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, sex ☆ word count: 3.3k+ ☆ note: happy birthday to my favourite person in the world c: this is also my first nct fic :o <333

The first time you recalled feeling your heart jumping out of your ribcage was the fourth time you met him.

You and Jaehyun only ever interacted through Mark, your high school acquaintance turned closest college friend and Jaehyun’s basketball teammate. With conversations limited to polite nods and smiles and small talk before one of you would walk away to class, he rarely crossed your mind.

That was, until you’d stayed out late studying in the library one night and came across Mark and Jaehyun practicing at the basketball court halfway to your dorm. And Jaehyun was sweaty… but hot and sleeveless. And when Mark convinced you to stay back an extra twenty minutes for them to finish up so that you wouldn’t need to walk across the dark campus alone, you’d perhaps spent too much ogling at how his biceps flexed with each movement he made, whether he was attempting to shoot or defending himself.

You couldn’t quite remember how Mark had been able to convince you to join him in a small match against Jaehyun (two vs. one because he had the height advantage amongst you three); it was something to do with Jaehyun apparently being a competitive asshole who absolutely needed to prove that he was better than both you and Mark playing together.

Oh yeah, he was definitely competitive, you realised within thirty seconds when you were bulldozed onto the ground by a heavy weight and you fell straight onto your ass, pain shooting up your spine.

You fell just a little bit in love when he held your hand to pull you back up to your feet, with soft, apologetic eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul and a promise to make it (‘it’ being your bruised tailbone) up to you some time within the next week or so.

The next time it happened was when he held true to his promise and took you to a twenty-four hour coffee shop just outside of campus, purchasing you the biggest cup of coffee they offered as well as a slice of strawberry cheesecake and keeping you company for seven hours.

Exam season was around the corner, and you were both stressed. You were ready to pull your hair out. Studying had become a chore, but you just needed to manage for another two weeks.

Jaehyun didn’t seem to mind though. He picked up on your small signs and studied quietly with you, only taking the occasional break to ask if you wanted some more cake or coffee, or to make small talk and discuss briefly about your classes. Neither of you took the same classes, but you took comfort in the fact that you both tried to help each other where possible.

By the time it was past midnight, you could tell he was tired of studying. You didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered constantly around the café, how he started dozing off every few minutes before blinking his eyes open, and how his handwriting had become sloppier with each line.

Despite that, he kept you company and walked you back to your dorm.

“You really didn’t need to walk me back,” you said. Although you were very grateful he had done so, you felt guilty for taking up his time when he was clearly ready to knock out. “I feel bad now though, do you live close by, at least?”

“It’s fine,” Jaehyun responded, lips pressed into a cute, closed-mouth smile that made you want to squish his peachy cheeks. His ears were tinted red, he glanced at you shyly and admitted, “I actually live in the dorm near the café. Same building as Mark.”

That was a twenty-minute walk back.

“But, really, I don’t mind,” he insisted. “This was nice. We should meet up again after exams are over.”

With the promise to meet up again without the need to study, he engulfed you in a hug that filled you with so much warmth, you were sure you’d stopped breathing.

The third time you experienced that feeling, you were both half-drunk at an end-of-exams party.

You may have been half-drunk but you were sober enough to be dragging Mark back to his dorm together. You and Jaehyun had wrapped your arms around the dead weight between the two of you that was struggling to walk in a straight line and ready to pass out.

You groaned as Mark’s knees wobbled and threatened to give out under him.

“I told him to eat dinner properly before the party but he never listens to me,” Jaehyun grumbled, heaving more of Mark’s weight onto his shoulder to relieve you of the pressure. “Fucking dumbass.”

With a huff, you complained right back at Jaehyun, “If you took it easier on us during beer pong, he wouldn’t be dying like this.”

Jaehyun was unbelievably talented at beer pong and had looked way too unbelievably attractive across the table when you three had been playing. It was unfair.

“It’s not my fault you guys suck,” he pouted in response. “Besides, Johnny was the one who made him chug two bottles of soju in a row after beer pong.”

You sighed in defeat. He was right. You’d all lost count of how much Mark had to drink, who was way too desperate and excited to let loose after the stress of exams.

Getting Mark’s keys out of his pockets and into bed took a lot of grumbling, dry heaving and whining before your friend finally knocked out. You watched through tired eyelids that threatened to close shut as Jaehyun placed a few pills and a bottle of water by Mark’s bedside.

He was a sweet friend, and your drunken mind couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like taking care of someone more than a friend.

“He’s going to feel like shit tomorrow,” Jaehyun spoke softly, as the two of you walked out of Mark’s dorm and closed the door behind him. “And uh…” he trailed off.

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to sound too forward, but you can stay at mine tonight if you want,” he said, all in one breath, words slurring together from the rush. It took you a few seconds to process what he had just said, and when you looked up at him, his ears were tinted pink again.

Cute.

“Only because it’s past two now,” Jaehyun reasoned, “And you look so tired and it’s not safe for you to walk back alone in the dark right now.”

You were hesitant, but ready to take the offer. You were indeed very exhausted, your feet hurt from walking and dancing around in heels all night, and the alcohol (and also dragging Mark here) was draining all the energy out of you.

But… spending the night in Jaehyun’s dorm? Even half-drunk, you knew that was possibly not the best idea.

Gnawing at your bottom lip nervously, you said, “I don’t want to impose though.”

Jaehyun shook his head. “You won’t be,” he responded before offering you a cheeky grin. “Besides, we can wake up Mark tomorrow and make him buy us breakfast for dragging his ass home tonight.”

A giggle escaped from you as you agreed, looking forward to the nagging and teasing you would put Mark through tomorrow morning.

It took a lot of arguing between Jaehyun (who insisted on sleeping on the couch) and yourself (who felt too guilty to allow him to do that after he offered you his shower and clean clothes), before you both settled on his mattress. You promised him that you would pay for his next meal and coffee for letting you stay over for the night.

Just before you dosed off, you felt Jaehyun’s fingers thread through your hair delicately and heard him murmur, “You’re so gorgeous.”

Each time you ended up meeting up with Jaehyun, you found that the two of you continually made promises before each farewell to pay the other back. Walks back to your dorm slowly progressed into lingering touches and attending every one of his basketball games, which then became pet names and stolen kisses between classes and during study dates over the months.

One night, he dragged you to the amusement park a half hour away from campus, promising to win you all the plushies you wanted. His fingers stayed intertwined with yours for the whole night, thumb rubbing circles over the back of your hand whenever you got the slightest bit nervous over a thrilling ride.

You tried not to express your disappointment when he eventually let go of your hand so that he could hold an ice cream cone in one hand and a giant sloth plushie in his other arm. Your disappointment didn’t last long, though, when you eventually found yourself in a small gondola of a ferris wheel that hovered over the pretty night lights, cuddled up in his arms.

“Can I try some of yours?” Jaehyun asked, referring to your half-eaten cookie dough ice cream.

When you nodded absentmindedly and lifted your waffle cone up, you didn’t expect for Jaehyun to press his lips against yours. It took all your self-control to not let go of your cone and to thread your fingers through his fluffy hair as you melted against him.

Just as you were ready to press up closer to him, the cheeky bastard pulled away. Before you could blink, he’d taken a massive bite out of your cone with a grin and said, “Mmmm, yummy.”

“Jae!” you gasped in disbelief. About half the remaining of your cone was gone.

Jaehyun giggled, showing off his dimples, and pecked your lips softly.

“I’ll buy you a whole tub tomorrow, I promise,” he murmured, making it up to you, his nose nudging your cheek. “Happy birthday, baby.”

For someone who had a cute, peachy, dimply face, your boyfriend sure had a body that screamed quite the opposite, and it was still mildly surprising to you after all this time together.

“Mmm, I love you,” Jaehyun murmured, soft lips pressed up against your neck and his hips pressed right up against yours.

A gentle pull at his hair elicited a delightful groan from him as you muttered, “You’re only saying that because your dick is in me right now.”

“Say it back,” he whined in response, the movements of his hips coming to a halt as he tickled your waist. God, he was so needy, but you weren’t going to complain because you secretly loved it. Just not when you were just about to experience a mindblowing orgasm.

You squirmed under his grip, laughing but refusing to give in. “Baaabeeee,” he drawled, “Say you love me back.”

“Maybe I will after you fuck me and make me cum,” you said and wiggled your hips, “Or I’m never saying it back.”

Jaehyun gripped your thigh, lifting your leg around his strong back and you bit back a moan from how wonderful he felt inside of you even with that slight movement. “I can do that,” he murmured, before slanting his lips against yours, tongue delving into your mouth as he slammed back into you and eventually brought you to a delightful state that had you seeing stars.

Another round later, you were too exhausted to do anything but curl up in Jaehyun’s strong arms and seek out his warmth. “I love you a lot,” you mumbled, eyes closing shut, as you kissed his chest. “You’ll wake me up before you go for practice in the morning, right?”

“Of course I will, baby, I promise.”

Those promises were nice, until they became meaningless.

You broke your promises to attend each of his games as your workload picked up over the next semester, and Jaehyun broke his promises of waking you up each morning before he left for practice.

And, both of you eventually broke promises to keep each other around and to love one another forever.

You weren’t sure when the cracks started appearing and when you’d started falling apart, but you guessed it was inevitable to slowly fall out of love at one point, but you hadn’t expected it to happen so fast and so easily.

It started off with less dates and less sleepovers. You could blame that on both of your insane schedules at college, but in the end, despite how busy you were, you knew you both should’ve made time for each other.

Somehow, updating Jaehyun about your days (which weren’t very eventful) suddenly became a chore. You got the feeling that he felt similarly, as he started responding to your texts much later and later, sometimes even a day’s delay between your messages. But, you were too stubborn to let go of what the two of you had.

At one point, you’d realised that the two of you hadn’t even had sex for two months. If Jaehyun wasn’t too tired from basketball or practice, you were too stressed over your studies. Sex used to help you both relieve from your exhaustion and stress on top of showing each other how much you loved each other, but now, it wasn’t even an afterthought.

Stolen kisses between classes eventually stopped too, and your goodbye smiles started feeling more forced and effortful.

Almost out of obligation, the two of you went to a nice restaurant to celebrate your one-year anniversary, and things almost seemed back to normal. Like a spark reignited.

You’d dressed up nicely and he looked as handsome as ever. You were, for once, able to catch up on each other’s busy schedules and enjoyed a meal together finally.

But, eventually, when you found yourself back in his dorm, hands and knees on his mattress, as he pounded into you from behind, you couldn’t help but wonder if the two of you were just using each other at this stage.

No soft ‘I love you’’s or teasing, no alternations between rough and soft sex, and no whispered sweet nothings this time. Just the sounds of panted breaths, skin slapping against skin, and the final moans of release at the end.

Aftercare seemed like a routine, like muscle memory, as the two of you engaged in the same motions you had done so familiarly months ago.

You and Jaehyun tried cuddling, but eventually you both fell asleep facing away from each other. When you woke up, he had already left for practice.

Weeks of overthinking had you gnawing nervously at your nails, shaking in stress (perhaps that was from your insane caffeine intake too, but you weren’t sure at this point), and pulling at the ends of your hair.

You hated to admit it, but you knew that it was over. You weren’t stupid. You just didn’t want to let go of it.

You finally broke down to Mark over a tub of cookie dough ice cream. Mark was so panicked and taken aback from seeing you cry out of nowhere as you two walked to the library from your shared class, that he bought you ice cream, bubble tea and three slices of strawberry cheesecake before dragging you to his place.

He offered you his blankets, his hugs and all his snacks, while he shooed his roommate outside the dorm.

“Do you know what Jaehyun thinks of me?” you mumbled pathetically, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“Uh, I-“ Mark seemed hesitant to respond. From his curious gaze, you figured that Jaehyun hadn’t spoken to him about whatever relationship problems you guys had. “He’s your boyfriend. He loves you. He’s so in love with you, Y/N.”

No, he’s not.

You stayed silent, too embarrassed to say anything, and curled up under the blanket he’d offered you, staring blankly at his TV screen until you dosed off.

Jaehyun, 11:07pm: We need to talk. Can I come over tonight?

You weren’t sure how long you spent staring at that small notification on your screen, but eventually, you agreed, despite every fibre of your body begging you to respond with ‘no’. Couldn’t you keep him for at least a little bit longer?

You waited anxiously after class, waiting for a knock on your dorm door. That feeling of your heart slamming against your ribcage returned, but it didn’t feel good this time.

It felt heartbreaking, because you knew how this was going to end.

When your boyfriend arrived at past nine, he looked at you with a grim expression that showed he was just as exhausted as you were.

“Mark told me what happened yesterday. I’m really sorry,” Jaehyun said, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. “He told me to fix this and I am. We should end this.”

Jaehyun looked into your eyes earnestly. “I really love you, Y/N. I really did, you have to believe me, and I do still want to, but I don’t- I don’t know what happened,” he added, voice quivering with the last few words as he reached up to brush a tear away from your cheek.

He was a soft person, and he tended to cry when others cried as well.

Within seconds, you found yourself back in his warm embrace again, your tears soaking his hoodie while his own ran down his cheeks. You hesitantly brought your arms around his waist. If this was going to be how it ended, you didn’t want to finish this off on bad terms.

“I know, Jae,” you said, pulling away slightly to look up at him in understanding. “I think we both knew this was coming.”

We were just too cowardly to admit it.

“I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better than me.”

When you tried denying that and shaking your head, Jaehyun placed his hands firmly on your shoulders, eyes red and cheeks puffy as he looked into your eyes. “You are! You’re an amazing person with a beautiful personality, and you’ll find someone better who won’t break their promise of keeping you around forever. They won’t be an idiot like me… and if they are, I’ll beat their ass.”

You couldn’t help but laugh even in this situation. “You’re not an idiot,” you argued weakly, wiping his tears from his cheeks as well. “You were the best boyfriend I could’ve asked for. I just- I don’t know… I don’t know how we got here either. I’m sorry, too.”

Jaehyun managed to crack a smile. “I don’t know either. We’re both idiots,” he said and pulled you in for another warm hug.

It felt comforting this time.

The breath you let out almost felt like one of relief. You’d loved him so much and ended up being so terrified of losing him that you held onto him as your boyfriend, and yet this felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“I don’t want to lose you, though,” you admitted. “I’m okay with this but… I don’t think I can lose you.”

Even if you’d fallen in love with him, you weren’t sure you could go around with life without him. He’d wormed his way into your heart and your daily life, and you knew he would be an amazing friend, despite the history. You couldn’t bear to imagine what it would be have a Jaehyun-sized hole in your life from here onwards.

Jaehyun stayed silent and held onto you for a few more minutes before the two of you let go of each other. He took a step back outside your dorm, as if clearly setting the new boundaries now.

“Let’s take some time apart. I think some space will be good for us,” he suggested, reasonable as ever. With a soft smile that displayed his dimples to you for the last time in a while, Jaehyun added, “We’ll be friends after that, I promise.”

But, promises were made to be broken.

#jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #nct scenarios #jaehyun imagines #i don't know what else to tag but oh well c: first fic here yeeee #sorry to post something sad on vday i love angst too much gjklsdj #*myfics

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sergeant-spoons · 3 years

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5. From the Cape vers la Côte

Judy Hartmann

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The evening was warm, though the sun had waned about an hour prior. On the march, Judy pulled her sister aside, and it took but one glance at the look in her eyes for Lottie to expect a dispute.

"Rush, c'mon, can't ya just enjoy the night air?" she complained preemptively, fidgeting with her sleeves.

Walking just in front of her, Donald Hoobler smacked at his neck, grumbling to himself. "Not with these goddamn bugs, you can't."

"Lots," Judy began quietly, recalling her sister's attention, "you didn't have to come to the war to be a hero. You were doin' that just fine back on the Cape."

"I can do better here."

"You're not even old enough to drink."

"Half the fellas here can't either! 'Sides, what difference does it make? I can knock down a couple o' lagers as good as any Tom, Dick, or Harry-"

"Lots, Lottie-" Judy laid her hand on her sister's arm, gave a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad you're here," she reminded, "I'm just... I've got the usual siblingly worries."

"Hey, I’m the older one here." A sigh. "That said, I know I can be reckless sometimes-"

"Most of the time."

Lottie rolled her eyes. "-sometimes, but I got twenty years o' life experience under my belt. You don't gotta worry 'bout me no more. I'm my own woman now."

"I’m hardly a year younger than you," Judy reminded, but the weary fondness in her voice made it apparent to Lottie she was done arguing. "I'm gonna ask the guys to keep an eye on you, alright? Just a little extra care."

"Sure, fine." Lottie glanced up the line, though at who, Judy couldn't tell. "Wouldn't mind that attention."

"Oh, great, you've already got your eye on somebody." The younger of the Hartmann girls sharpened her gaze. "You be careful, alright?"

"What, you got some unsavory sorts 'round here? Some real bad boys?"

Judy pinched her nose, shaking her head, and was relieved from mustering a reply when a familiar pair of arms slung around her and her sister's shoulders.

"Good news!" Lieutenant Welsh exclaimed as Lottie tipped the lip of his helmet back from where it had fallen over his eyes. "The Hartmann girls will remain reunited for the time being."

Cheers went up from eavesdropping friends, and Lottie, beaming, received plenty of handshakes and claps on the shoulders, welcoming her into Easy. Judy, however, frowned at Welsh until he clarified what he meant time-wise.

"Until Sink remembers to reassign her back to the ANC," the lieutenant amended, "which I don't see happening anytime soon. Maybe not for months. Harts Junior's already made quite a stir here."

"Junior? I'm the older one!" Lottie protested, but Welsh was not swayed.

“Give her a few weeks and if Sink tries to oust her then, he'll have a riot on his hands." Welsh clapped her on the shoulder. "Just like they did when he tried to boot you."

"He did what?" Lottie, overhearing, returned to her sister's side with wide eyes. "Ya finally punched that asshole Sobel, huh?"

"No, not really, we got 'im reassigned to a jump school." Judy sighed. "It wasn't some funny business, Lots. Coulda meant life or death for most of us if we'd made the drop with him."

Lottie's smile tempered down until she was frowning, just slightly, at her sister, with a sort of reverence Judy did not get often from her and so took a moment to revel in. "Why didn't ya tell me?"

"Because she nearly got shot for it," Charles Grant spoke up, and Lipton nodded, both of whom were NCOs alongside Judy when she formulated and spearheaded the risky sortie.

"Your sister," the latter eavesdropper clarified in his usual calm timbre, "started a mutiny."

Lottie's jaw dropped for a moment, then she was forced to move it to yelp, "I don't believe it! Judith Rush Hartmann, who couldn't raise her fists against her own high school bully? This teddy bear, who tried to hug her principal on the last day o' school? This marshmallow-" Judy, noticing Grant blinking in bewilderment at the strange way her sister pronounced the fluffy treat, had to withhold a snort of laughter. "-who'd rather back down from a fight than hurt anybody even if she knows she's right? This muffin of a person-"

"Okay, Lots, we get it," Judy hushed, shaking her head. "Yeah, I started a mutiny." In a weak attempt at humor, she hooked her finger and muttered, "Yar-har, the ship is mine."

Lottie, God bless her, ignored the bad joke, still shaking her head with wonderment. She turned to Grant and asked, "Did she really?"

He nodded, drawing an impressed whistle from Lottie's chapped lips. Noticing they were so, Judy rooted around in her pockets until she found the army-issued chapstick Lottie was sure to have missed and passed the little tube to her sister, who applied it once she gave a nod of thanks.

Grant spoke up, then: "Yeah, she did, and then we revolted when Sink tried to send her all the way home."

"Didn't make a lick o' sense," issued another voice from the other side of Grant, "to give 'er those jump wings an' then send her home 'cause she was tryin' to give us a better chance at winnin' the war."

"Thanks, Bull," Judy offered with a small smile, and her towering friend tipped his helmet at her, polite as ever.

"Even had some fellas in upper management protest," Lieutenant Welsh agreed, "more than you might guess, Hartmann." At the glance of both sisters, he shrugged, meaning both or either of them.

"Easy Company!" bellowed a voice from up the line, and Judy realized who it belonged to only after she squinted and caught a glimpse of ginger hair under the officer's helmet. She wasn't used to Winters shouting except in combat, so her hand moved toward her hip, nervous. Welsh shook his head, reassuring her they were not under threat, and she relaxed the tension in her fingers.

"Night's falling," Winters, the temporary commander of the company, went on, "we'll be taking shelter in these houses. Find basements, cellars, anything underground. Move out!"

The men gladly did as commanded, swarming here, there, and everywhere to find a suitable resting place. Lottie beelined toward a pair of rustic doors, half-hidden in the shadows of a back alley, parallel to the earth, and Judy trailed along. By the time Lottie had enlisted the help of Bull to break the lock, nearly two dozen Easy men had followed. Judy supposed they were interested in learning more about their new companion. She didn't blame them. Lottie was an interesting person. They would soon learn she was the sort to have all sorts of escapades under her belt and the colloquialism to share them in a vibrant manner. Not to mention, it was good to see an unfamiliar face that was friendly, after knowing so many that weren't in the past day or so.

"Bugs can't get us here!" declared Hoobler happily as he marched down into the cellar.

"Or the Luftwaffe," Liebgott murmured, more grimly, swinging his rifle lazily around the space as he followed Hoobler. They didn't expect hidden enemies, and once Frank Perconte, looking to finagle the counter sink back into operative order, discovered the cabinet of liquor (a decent stock, if sparse), the entirety of the arriving crew abandoned suspicion and relaxed. Some pulled up chairs, others reclined on the floor, and congenial chatter soon filled the air and made the stuffy atmosphere feel a little more breathable.

A small congregation had amassed around Judy and Lottie (who both knew the attraction stemmed from the older of the pair) and a few struck up a game of cards while the others listened and fiddled with their weapons.

"You think Welsh was right?" Joe Toye spoke up first, directing his inquiries to the alluring party of the evening. "That Sink will let you stay?"

Lottie shrugged. "Whether he likes it or not, I'm here until we win this war." A grin. "Then it's back t' the Cape and the salt an' the sea."

"The Cape?"

"Cape Cod," she clarified, "it's a seaside life for me, chaps. Nothin' better'n that ocean air."

"Sounds like a nice place." That was Grant, passing by, and Lottie offered him such a smile, chirping, "Sure is!" that he stumbled over the leg of her chair.

Judy raised her voice, allowing Grant to escape the imminent teasing, "The Pacific air's better for you than the Atlantic, for sure."

Lottie was quick to disagree: "Absolutely not! You wanna fall asleep to the waves on the shore, sure, stay in San Fran or, so sayeth Malarkey, Astoria. You wanna live an extra ten years? Come to Cape Cod! You'll never wanna leave."

"So what made you leave, snapdragon?"

"Same as the rest o' ya. The war."

In the silence that ensued, Bill Guarnere -once he'd had his fill of grumbling at his loss this round of gin rummy -nudged Judy’s arm.

"So you're tellin' me Auntie Bear here shows up outta the blue an' Winters is just gonna let 'er stay?"

An incredulous smile forming on her lips, Judy crossed one leg over the other as she picked through her hand of cards. "Seems like it."

"Miracle o' miracles, huh, sis?" Lottie grinned and leaned back in her chair, kicking her boots up on the already-grimy table. "Hartmann and Hartmann, back at it again. Just like old times!"

Judy sighed. Though her memories with her sister were fond, there would be no recreation of them whilst they counted themselves among the ranks of the 101st.

"Not quite, Lots. We are in the middle of a war, after all." A frown lightly creased her brow, still partially streaked with soot and dirt from their recent nighttime drop. "Speakin' of, and not to harp on this more, but... you sure you know what you're signin' up for?"

"Gettin' shot at by the Krauts," came the reply as her sister ticked the items off on her fingers, "runnin' short o' supplies on the regular, missin' home, missin' peace, sleepin' in a ditch every now an' again-" She shrugged. "Nothin' I can't handle."

"If you say so." Judy drew in a slow breath through parted lips, the air seeping through her teeth and tickling her. "It's just- the last time I saw you, Dad wasn't doing too good. What if he..?"

Lottie waved her hand. "Oh, he's as spritely as a leprechaun, these days. Said I should enlist just as often as Mom said you shouldn't. Got 'imself a new beau, an' all."

The sip Judy had just taken from her canteen nearly ended up on the front of her shirt as she choked in surprise. Coughing, she tried to regain her breath, and as Lipton patted her back, Joe Toye spoke up.

"So you're from Cape Cod-" He nodded to Lottie, then Judy. "-and you're... not?"

"Grew up in Westport, way over in Washington." A flash of regret crossed her expression. "Lottie and I... didn't see each other much as kids."

"Parents didn't love each other anymore," her sister brazenly declared, "so they went as far apart as they could without leavin' the whole goddamn country."

"Yeah." Judy sighed. "If Mom was just a little less attached to American soil, I could've grown up in Belgium or India for all I know."

Guarnere glanced between the Hartmanns. "So lemme guess-" He pointed to Lottie. "-you got the wanderin' gene from your Ma, and you-" Now his finger turned toward Judy, and she noticed he had a small cut on his knuckle. "-got the stickin' around one from your Pa."

"More or less."

"And yet here you both are, in Normandy, France in the midst of a war," Lipton mused, smiling thoughtfully. "Imagine that."

"Yeah." Judy tossed her hand down on the table, admitting defeat, and Toye grinned, sweeping in his earnings of three packs of Lucky Strikes. "What are the chances, huh?"

Lottie winked.

"Pretty high where I'm involved."

Judy reached and ruffled her sister's hair fondly, despite Lottie's protests.

"Yeah, I'll give a begrudging amen to that."

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Screencap of our Easy boys in the far left grid credited to the wonderful @tvserie-s-world. 💕

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You try to teach the following boys a lesson, but things don’t exactly go as planned.

These used to be headcanons but they were too damn long, so I made them scenes instead lol

Anywho, that’s why they are in this tense! sorry it’s not my usual writing style!!

Some of these are NSFW...ish.

HnM💕

This wouldn't be the first time that you had resolved to give him the cold shoulder. Now, usually when you would do such a thing, it wasn't necessarily to hurt his feelings, or get him back in some vindictive way. It was usually so that you could calm down yourself.

You would stop yourself from communicating with him as frequently and often avoid him altogether; however, the man never seemed to notice or call attention to it-- effectively giving you the cool down that you needed so that you could continue your relationship as usual

But this time? This time, you fucking meant business. You were sick and tired of you having to spell everything out for him, dammit! Shouto was going to take some damn initiative and treat you like the the queen/king you were!

You would block his number and bail on the plans that you two had to meet up that night. You weren't going to take his bullshit anymore. He is going to come to your house and beg for forgiveness whether he likes it or not! and then maybe, just maybe you would forgive him.

However.

Todoroki’s ass would just assume that you must have made other plans. Surely you wouldn't just ditch him if it wasn't for something important right? His dissociated mind wouldn't even bother on texting you, because he would think that he just knows you so well.

He’ll just see you tomorrow.

Except he didn’t. That kind of threw him off a bit. You always came over, even in your quieter moods. He would try to text you and you wouldn't answer. O...kay... you must be busy still.

About a week would go by before his mind finally gathered up enough common sense to be concerned. He would text you one final time and express his concern for your well-being before making his way over to your house.

As soon as you heard a knock at your door your heart would skip a beat as you excitedly ran to grab the handle. It fucking took him long enough! You would quickly readjust the hopeful expression on your face and paint a frustrated one on.

Annnnd scene! You nonchalantly opened the door, rolling your eyes at his presence.

“Are you okay? You haven't been answering my calls or texts,” he would invite himself into your home, calmly brushing past you to take his shoes off and hang his jacket up. He’s got some fucking nerve walking in here like he owns the place. You would only glare at him.

Your silence would startle him, “Did you loose your voice? Does your throat hurt?” he would walk up to you and place the back of his hand on your forehead, checking your body temperature.

You smacked his hand away as he spoke up again, “Well, you feel okay-- not too warm...” he would trail off. You would only be able to stand there, blinking your eyes in shock at his utter aloofness.

“N-No!” you would exasperatedly would throw your hands to your sides, “I’m upset with you, you jerk!”

He would only be able to stare at you for a moment, as his mind tried to piece together what he did for you to be mad at him. You gave a heavy sigh as a few moments passed, before you whipped yourself around and stormed away. You would run to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

You threw yourself onto the bed face-first-- prepared to lay pathetically in that position for the rest of the night; however, what happened next would surprise you. Todoroki gently made his way into your bed room, politely shutting the door behind him as he spoke up,

“I’m sorry,” he would speak up, but you wouldn't even drag your face out of the pillows. He probably didn't even know what he was sorry for! You would feel the weight of the bed shift only moments before Todoroki would gently gather you up on top of him.

Your eyes would fly up to his face, shock written across them as he spoke, “I shouldn't have danced with her that night. I just thought that that was the polite thing to do,” he would apologize, staring into your eyes as he caressed the back of your head.

Okay. This totally wouldn’t be expected, but hey, you could do something with this! It was finally time for you to lock down and really make him sorry now! But before you could move away from the man to continue your petty behavior, he would grab the back of your thigh, sitting up with you in one fluid movement.

“It wasn’t fair for you to see me with someone else like that,” he whispered into the base of your neck, sending chills down your spine as you straddled him. The warmth of your bodies stacked against each other. He would then lift his hip upward against yours, allowing you to feel a firm heat underneath you,

“Let me remind you that you’re the only one for me,” he would trail wet kisses onto your jaw down to the sensitive skin on your collar as he tightly gripped your waist. You weren't going anywhere as you began unraveling, melting into him. Okay, fuck a cold shoulder when you can have some cold dick.

TAKE ME, I’M YOURS.

He wouldn’t even notice that you were giving him the cold shoulder for a while, but would immediately recognize that you were upset with him once he leaned in to give you a kiss and you sharply turned your face way.

His eyebrows would furrow together, “Is.. something wrong?”

That would piss you off more. How could he not know what he did? Instead of answering him you would simply get up and walk away, leaving him a frozen, stuttering mess,

“Y-Y/N! W-w-wait!” he would snap himself out of his heartbroken trance and shoot towards you with extended arms. He would grab you from behind and bury himself into your neck, “Whatever I did wrong, I am so sorry. Just...” he knew that whatever was wrong must be huge for you to act this way, but he honestly had no idea what it was, “...don’t walk away from me like that. Talk to me so we can fix it, baby.”

Woah... okay.

You had no idea why you hadn't expected this reaction from him....

God, he was so adorably precious, and you were... horribly immature. He obviously didn't mean to hurt your feelings, so what were you doing, hurting him back like that?

You tried to be a bad bitch, but now you were just a sad bitch.

You would quickly give in and hug him back, placing kisses all over him where you could reach and sending your own flurry of apologies his way.

Your problems would be fixed easily enough.

He would notice your cold shoulder right away.

He would grab his chin, nodding his head as if he were in very important thought, “Alright, if you feel like a bit of space will make you feel better, then I will be more than happy to oblige to your needs,” He would gather up some of his belongings from your shared bedroom and move them into the guest bedroom.

You would just stand there, shocked at his initiative before gathering up your emotions. Hmmph. Serves him right.

You would continue on with your day, but it would only last so long.You would miss his touch after only about a few hours. You would pick up your pride and move toward the guest bedroom.

Only moments after you knocked on the bedroom door where he resided would he abruptly swing the door open just a few inches. He would peek his head out, “Are you feeling better?”

No. But you wanted to be held, “Iida just open the damn door and come back to our room!” you would snap.

He looked at you for a moment before decidedly shutting the door in your face. Horrified, you threw your hand on the handle but heard the door give a loud click.

That bastard just locked you out! Or.. locked himself in rather... but that bastard!!

“Iida! Let me in right now!!” You would angrily roar as you frantically shook the stiff handle.

“You are obviously still upset,” he would callout on the other side of the wood, “If you need time to cool down, then I suggest you take that time. I’ll wait.”

Um.. hwhat?

Did he just... reverse uno you?

But! T-this wasn’t how that is supposed to go. The fuck!

You would have already tried playing this game with him before. Just a simple cold shoulder would do next to nothing to make him feel sorry for what he did-- his pride was too strong.

No, you would know what you needed to do. You would have to lower your morals for a moment and reach into your box of tricks to rip out the big guns,

“Katsuki, sweetheart,” you would call out ever so sweetly, “when you come to bed, don’t make too much noise. I’ll be sleeping,” you sang out carelessly.

You would hear him before you would see him, “What the fuck are you trying to say?!” he would rage out as he stormed towards you, “You callin’ me a loud...” his jaw would instantly slack at the sight of your attire.. or rather lack thereof, “mouth...” he would struggle to finish as he ingested the the sheer black lace that failed to cover you.

“Sorry, is something wrong?” you would ask, slightly puckering your bottom lip in feign concern.

He was about to speak up when suddenly, his eyes flashed a wave of realization.

Oh, hoh, no.

He was NOT about to play your games tonight. You can take your sick tricks to sleep with you, for all he cared. The blond narrowed his eyes into slits as he glared at you, “Nothing’s wrong. G’night,” he tried to steady his glare at your eyes, not wanting to give you the the satisfaction of flustering him, but the temptations became overwhelming so he decided to throw his glare to the ground in front of him instead.

HA! He broke eye contact first. You had won.

“Nighty night~” you sang before skipping to your bed.

Later that night, he would sneak into your bed room and instantly notice the provocative position that you had sprawled yourself into in the bed, “You’re fucking kidding me,” you would hear him quietly exclaim in the dark room.

He would lose his train of thought for a moment as he found himself instinctively crawling on top of your form. You groaned and pretended to be waking up, “What are you doing? Get off, weirdo,” you tried your damnedest to fight a smile.

He ignored your half-assed request and roughly traveled his hand up your knee, brushing past the heat between your legs, leaving you shuddering. Nevertheless, his strong hand continued to dance up your body until it found a nice, warm home around your neck.

Dammit. You had to be strong. You would look up to him with a smirk, “You must be ready to apologize then,” you bit your bottom lip in an attempt to keep your emotions under control. Instead of answering, Bakugou commanded you to be quiet as he swooped in to deeply capture your lips in his own.

You would suddenly throw your arms out and used them to stiffly shove him away from you, “Then no,” you sternly barked.

He would immediately be snapped out of his trance. Fuck. You had never told him “no” before. The two of you usually couldn’t keep away from each other!

The fact that you could so easily withhold yourself from your passion would cut deeply into his pride. He would angrily growl to himself, and with an enraged expression, thrash his body away from yours onto his side of the bed and sit glaring at the ceiling for a moment.

He would roughly groan in frustration before finally forcing himself to face you and pull out the disgusting phrase from his mouth, “I’m... fucking sorry,” he would apologize through gritted teeth.

You laughed in hubris, “Say it like you mean it,” you teased.

Instead of answering he would swiftly pull his shirt off, “Don’t push your fucking luck!” he would bark back before roughly grabbing your waist and yanking you toward him so that the heat of his bare chest could press against your loosely covered back, “Now, where were we?” he would lowly growl through a smirk into your ear, pressing his hardened warmth deeper into yours.

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