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jeontaeil-archived · 3 years

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the feeling's mutual //

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pairing: heeseung x fem!reader x sunghoon

genre: smut, threesome, fem receiving, male receiving, unprotected sex

words: 2.36k+

warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion

summary: both your fuck buddies turned out to be roommates. but of course you wouldn't find out until one of them walked in on you fucking the other.

~ requested by 🌻 ~

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it was a regular shmegular weekend. you had nothing better to do with your time so you texted heeseung, asking him if he wanted to come over to have some fun.

he replied to you saying that he couldn't come over since his roommate was borrowing his car. bummed, you texted your other fuck buddy sunghoon, asking him the same thing.

sunghoon replied to you in a similar manner, sharing that he was out running some errands and wouldn't be back until another hour at least.

just when you were about to lose all hope, heeseung texted you saying that you could come over to his place instead. since he was home alone you had no concern of disturbing his roommate or getting some privacy. overjoyed, you agreed and got ready to make the trip over to his apartment.

you hadn't been to heeseung's house even once in the entire time that you'd been sleeping with him. there was no specific reason as to why that was. you simply just hadn't found a reason to.

when you got there, heeseung led you straight to his room, promising you that he'd give you a house tour once your 'business' with him had concluded. it was exactly like heeseung to jump straight into action.

as soon as his door was shut your lips were on his and his hands were struggling to rip your clothes off as quickly as he possibly could. you stumbled towards his bed, plopping down on it in a not so flattering way. laughing it off, heeseung rid himself off all his clothes too so that you two were now naked and ready to go.

he started by laying wet kisses down your body, going slow and steady so he could rile you up. you whimpered and sighed, feeling relaxed. when he reached your core, he paused, making sure you were anticipating his next move.

"just get on with it lee," you urged impatiently, though with a hint of desperation. heeseung licked a stripe up your folds, groaning at the taste of your wetness. it had been a while since you'd last met up with him. it was reasonable to say that he missed you. he toyed with your clit, knowing you hated it when he teased. you bucked your hips against his mouth. "don't get ahead of yourself or i swear i'll make you pay for it."

heeseung snickered. he loved being a pain in the ass. though now he chose to stay quiet and give you what you wanted. if he didn't he knew you'd stick to your word.

he sucked on your clit, pulling your hips closer to his mouth almost greedily. you moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging on his roots gentle. "fuck! that feels so good," you praised, moving your hips with his tongue. heeseung loved when you did that. there was nothing like some team effort to really get him going.

the harsher he sucked on your clit, the wetter you got. your arousal was starting to pool at his chin. heeseung decided to push a finger into you. of course it slipped in with ease. he curled his digit upwards, making you mewl. continuing to nip on your clit, he began pumping his finger in and out of your needy hole, not stopping until you realised that you were going to cum.

if it was up to heeseung, he would have kept going, wanting to taste every drop of your essence as it flooded down his mouth. but you had other ideas. you didn't want to cum just yet. and if you were gonna cum anywhere, it was going to be on his cock.

heaving, you pushed yourself up and yanked his head to your level. he seemed more deprived than you did and that only showed how much he loved giving.

"let me have some fun with you too lee," you said, switching your positions. heeseung excitedly leaned against his headboard. you gripped his cock, pumping it avidly before releasing a ball of spit onto his tip. spreading it around, you leaned down and licked his tip, looking up at him mischievously.

"you said you wouldn't tease if i didn't tease!" he whined playfully, bucking his hips into your mouth. you pinched his thigh, making him settle down. "patience my boy."

he rolled his eyes and pushed your head down on his cock, bobbing it up and down at lighting speed. choking, you gripped his thighs, caught of guard by the action. when he finally let go of you, snickering his head off, you scowled and caught your breath.

"now shut up and suck," he said bluntly, letting you take the reigns again. you opened your mouth and started moving your head up and down at a steady pace, licking his length every now and then. heeseung groaned in satisfaction, more than pleased.

"are you ready to fuck me now," you asked, pulling away from him to get some air? he shrugged. "are you ready for me to fuck you now?"

unamused, you crawled onto his lap and angled his tip at your entrance. "you're gonna have to work on your humour lee."

heeseung held your hips, kissing your neck while you sunk down on his cock. you bit your lip, rocking your hips gradually.

"you feel so good y/n," heeseung praised, marking your exposed skin. moaning, you sped up a little, needing more friction.

heeseung wordlessly laid you on your back and threw your legs over his shoulders, slipping into you without wasting a minute. he started pounding into you, giving it to you just the way you liked it. the bed began creaking because of how powerful his thrusts were. you were happy to know that he wasn't half assing anything.

his breath was hot and heavy against your skin. they way he grunted in your ear turned you on to the max. your nails dug into his shoulders, a reaction to the immense amount of pleasure he was making you feel.

the two of you were so preoccupied with your steamy activity that you failed to hear the front door open. normally, the footsteps that were coming down the hall would be audible to heeseung. but in this case, even as they approached increasingly close to his door, he was unable to pay any mind to them.

the door swung open abruptly followed by a distressed shout. heeseung froze in place and looked behind his shoulder steadily. the intruder had his back facing the two of you, but you could tell by his expression that heeseung knew who he was.

"what are you doing," he asked, coming off rather annoyed? by his tone you guessed that this wasn't the first time he'd been interrupted by his roommate.

"nothing, i was just checking to see what all the commotion was about," his roommate spoke, slightly alarmed. you furrowed your brows on hearing his voice. for some reason, it sounded oddly familiar to you. then again, it could have just been because he was speaking very restrictedly.

"commotion? fucker you knew we were having sex," heeseung said. the fact that he hadn't asked his roommate to leave yet was alarming you. why was he so relaxed after knowing that the boy had seen him pile driving you while completely naked? they must have been close.

"but you never bring anyone here man! how was i supposed to know," his roommate whined back, peeking at heeseung carefully. you covered yourself with your hands, staring at him wide eyed.

his eyes locked with yours and that's when it struck you.

you knew this guy. you'd seen him before. heck, you'd even slept with him.

what the fuck was park sunghoon doing in lee heeseung's house? why was your fuck buddy standing in your other fuck buddy's door?

sunghoon seemed equally as surprised to see you. he stared at the two of you like a gaping fish. heeseung didn't understand what was going on, and if you were being honest you were pretty sure none of you did.

"y/n? what are you doing here," sunghoon asked, finally finding the words to speak. you had no idea what to tell him. heeseung looked between the two of you. "you know her," he asked sunghoon.

sunghoon nodded and pointed at you. "yeah i do. she literally texted me this morning asking if i wanted to come over."

heeseung looked at you. "you asked me the same thing. what's going on here?"'

suddenly you felt like you'd been backed into a corner. "please don't hate me but," you began, hesitating a little, "i'm sleeping with both of you."

heeseung and sunghoon looked at each other in bewilderment. you felt a little relaxed now that they weren't paying attention to you.

"dude that is so fucking cool," heeseung exclaimed. you blinked, wondering if you'd heard him correctly. "i fucking know right? i can't believe we both got the same girl," sunghoon said, marching over to your side.

were they seriously not mad at you? you were grateful but at the same time, why were they so excited?

"is it alright if i like, join you guys," sunghoon asked, looking at your for consent. heeseung was grinning at you like a madman, eyes practically begging you to say yes. you took a second to see what was in it for you.

two guys with nice cocks who knew how to use them as opposed to one. that sounded like a nice offer. besides, you didn't know how to say no to sunghoon when he was already drooling over your naked body. so you agreed with a nod, laughing in disbelief when the two boys gave each other high fives.

"i can't believe i'm doing this," you muttered to yourself, sitting up so you could reposition yourself. sunghoon took of his clothes and made you lie down on your back again. only this time your head was hanging off the edge of heeseung's bed.

"don't tell me you're gonna make her deep throat you," sunghoon said in shock. heeseung smirked and scoffed. "i always make her do it. hasn't she told you that she loves it?"

of course you'd done this before with heeseung. you opened your mouth wide, relaxing as he pushed his cock inside. shutting your eyes, you waited for him to start bucking his hips forward.

"holy shit y/n we've gotta try this next time," sunghoon said, shoving his cock into your pussy.

you'd never felt so stuffed before. but they way the two boys were fucking you, entering and pulling out at the same time, felt oddly satisfying. letting them do all the work, you simply basked in the pleasure sunghoon gave you, whimpering against heeseung's cock.

sunghoon wrapped his hand around your throat, making heeseung's cock feel even more prominent as he pushed it deeper inside you.

the harder heeseung went, the quicker he was able to pick up from where he'd left off. "fuck i'm gonna cum soon," he warned you, going faster.

trying your best not to gag, you ran your tongue over his cock, helping him get to his climax sooner.

meanwhile sunghoon seemed almost dazed as he fucked you. he wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing, more focused on the sight in front of him. it was like a live porno, exclusively for him.

when heeseung finally reached his orgasm and cummed down your throat, sunghoon swore he would have busted a nut right then and there. but then he looked up at heeseung's face and let out a muted snicker.

"you look like a little bitch when you cum," he said, unable to hold back his laughter. hearing him, you choked on heeseung's cum. heeseung glared at sunghoon. "well we'll see what you look like once y/n's done with you."

sunghoon raised his hands defensively, pulling out of you so you could come to his side. getting on your hands and knees, you pumped sunghoon's cock, making him groan. heeseung spread your legs, playing with your pussy.

humming, you brought your lips to sunghoon's cock, teasing him by laying soft kisses on it. he watched you keenly, not an ounce of impatience visible in his features.

just as you took his cock in your mouth, heeseung pushed two fingers inside you. moaning against sunghoon's cock, you clamped your lips shut around it, making him groan.

"that feels nice," he praised, pushing your hair out of your face. you closed your eyes and focused on sucking his cock, walls clenching around heeseung's digits.

heeseung slid underneath you and pulled your hips down on his face, attaching his lips to your clit. pulling off of sunghoon's cock for a moment, you screwed your eyes shut and bit your lip as he sucked on the sensitive nub. tightly pumping sunghoon's cock, you bucked your hips against heeseung's mouth, cursing at how good the pleasure felt.

"ah fuck i'm gonna cum too," you moaned, squeezing sunghoon's cock. he hissed and grabbed your jaw, bringing his tip to your mouth. "let me finish with you," he said, prompting you to suck him off again.

you took him in and resumed bobbing your head up and down, groaning against his cock. heeseung started fingering you again, only pushing you closer to your orgasm. sunghoon too began thrusting his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

both you were desperate and restless to reach your highs. heeseung was working hard, curling his fingers into you diligently. the vibrations of your moans bounced off of sunghoon's cock, making his knees feel weak.

"oh my god i'm cumming!" you exclaimed as your much desired orgasm finally hit. you continued stroking sunghoon's cock as fast as you could, squirming about as heeseung lapped up your juices. sunghoon reached his climax unannounced, cum shooting out onto your face. heeseung crawled out from beneath you, still fondling with your pussy, just so he could see sunghoon's face.

"wow i must admit, you really cum like a man."

sunghoon snickered, emptying the last drop onto your tongue. "well you eat pussy like a champ."

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kirishoshego · 3 years

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Come Kitty, Kitty//Shinso

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

This is my part of the amazing "Hybrids" collaboration hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting, thank you again for letting me participate, this was definitely exciting x pairing: kitten!fem!readerxShinso (college!au)//words:3.3k+

Summary: You knew pushing Shinsou's buttons would end in a punishment, which was exactly what you craved (featuring after care)

TW: BDSM, dom and sub (calling him sir, him calling you kitten and at one point pet), choking, rope play, spanking, overstimulation, squirting, anal play (at the end), oral (both receiving), face fucking, degration (mixed with name calling), praise, unprotected sex, sending nudes and the reader wearing a collar Shinsou didn't plan on going to meet up with the group, Bakugou dragged him along with him, ranting about how if he had to go to Jiro's chill night he had to come too. It was an unusual group, really, but they, Shoto and Tokoyami shared the same taste in music. From that on the five became something along the lines of friends, even if Shinsou didn't want anything to do with it, he couldn't deny the fact he didn't hate having them around him, and having someone to study while in college had its perks.

When he explained he didn't feel like being there anymore they didn't try to make him stay, they understood he needed some alone time and told him to text them if he's back in his dorm and bit their goodbye. The sun wasn't down completely yet, it still engulfed the city in its warm colors, people passing him by on their way home or to a date, while he was slurping on his Boba Tea, grumbling about their happy go lucky energy.

That was until he saw you, sitting on a branch of a cherry blossom tree, yelling at three guys below you, who despairingly tried to grab your fluffy tail to drag you down. "I said fuck off you assholes!" one of them got too close for your liking causing you to hiss at them, revealing your sharp fangs, tail whipping from left to right. "Don't be such a little buzzkill now sweet cheeks, we just wanna show you a good time, we know how to take care of such a small thing," all of them laughed, jumping up again and this time being lucky in catching your tail, only to also catch your claws seconds later. "You fucking-" before he could say whatever angry insult was laying on his tongue a scarf was wrapped around him, pulling him back so he fell onto his ass in a small puddle.

"She said to leave her alone, so fuck off," he apparently caught their leader, the others now quickly trying to help him up and scramble off, mumbling insults which quickly died down when their opponent's eyes started glowing. "I could have done that myself," you told him, fixing your shirt as you sat upon the branch, feet dangling down, ears pulled back. "I'm not helpless just because I'm a cat, you know?" it amused him to watch you struggle as you tried to find a way back to the ground. He only raised an eyebrow, his gaze going from you to the floor and turning his back towards you. "Have fun getting down there yourself then," he walked away, your pleads seemingly fallen to deaf ears, but Shinsou could hear you just fine, a small smirk on his lips.

"Sir, please help me down. I'm sorry, thank you for defending me," the defeat in your voice was one thing, but switching from Mister to Sir made his head snap up from his phone's black screen. But before he could react in time he heard a loud thud and a whine.

It's not your problem, she's just a stranger, he thought to himself, but his body reacted sooner than his brain could, and Shinsou found himself carrying you to the nearest hospital, which conveniently was only two blocks away. Ever since then you were basically his shadow, nobody really took care of you, and growing up with Aizawa apparently made Shinsou also adapt his father's need to take in strays.

According to you, Shinsou didn't pay enough attention to you the last couple of days. You knew he had those days, too stressed out from university or hero work. His biggest desire at that moment is to simply have you in his lap while he was playing some games or cuddle up to you while watching a movie, the soft purrs emitting your curled-up body helping him heal from whatever had him worried in the late evening hours.

However, you were craving him, needed him. Every fiber in your body was screaming his name, begging for his touch, wanton for him to be balls deep inside your dripping little cunt. So you planned everything out, starting with sending him cute little pictures of you. Innocent and cute, wearing nothing but one of his big t-shirts, hair messy, forming a seeming halo between your perked up ears, tail wrapped around as you kneeled in front of the tall mirror. But then, oh no, what a pity, you spilled milk all over you when all you wanted was to prepare your breakfast. Your front camera perfectly captured the soaked material clinging to your shape, revealing your hardening nipples and soft mounds he loved to play with. And of course, it would only be fair to show him how good you can clean yourself, a little video of your in soap-covered glistering body.

If you don't stop right now, you're in for it, last warning

Promise?

Don't push your luck kitten

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Does my new set match my eyes? What do you think?

Left on read. Exactly forty-five minutes, before your door opens and your boyfriend appeared in its frame. Everything about him appeared calm, even breath, no fists, no tension. The only thing that gave away his fuming rage was his amethyst-like glowing eyes.

"Come here," he ordered, pulling off his shoes and putting them to the side. "Ugh, it's so comfy here though," you told him, stretching yourself on the couch, kissed by the sun. His movement halted, jacket still in his hand, and raised in the air as he turned to look at you. "Excuse me?" the hand wrapped around the fabric tightened, nostrils flared, and only now you realized the mistake you had done. Big hands adorned by silver rings pushed up his sleeves, eyes fixated on you. Even if you wanted to you couldn't leave his gaze, pupils turning into slits when Shinsou started making his way towards you.

Anticipation rose in your stomach, the flick of your tail betraying you as a smirk formed on Shinsou's chiseled face. "Now, kitten," his pointer finger interlaced with the small ring on your collar allowing him to pull your face close to his, his hot breath fanning over your delicate skin "I'll count to ten, you're going to be a good little pet and go into the bedroom, get undressed and wait for me."

Amusement flashed over his face when he noticed your eyes now almost completely black as your pupils expanded. Your breath hitched in your throat as his soft, plump lips were mere an inch away from yours while his thumb stroked your cheek softly. Before your wish could come true he pulled away, starting to unbutton his shirt, the first number filling your ears. You practically run into the bedroom, eager to have him pound into you, your cunt already throbbing at the simple thought of it.

"Nine... Ten," he still wore his grey sweatpants, hung low on his hips, and allowing you to have a perfect view on his happy trail. His large fist was wrapped around thick purple robes. You sat on your bed, legs pulled underneath you while you wore nothing but the collar around your neck, watching him every step. He simply pointed his fingers to the spot in front of him, waiting for you to walk up to him.

"What's your safe word?" he always asked you this before even touching you. Your safety was above anything for him. "Bunny," a small kiss was placed on your forehead. "Good. And your sign?" "Tapping my fingers onto my palm three times," you said like a bullet being shot from a pistol. "You understand that you're in trouble, right?" he asked you, turning you around and pushing your hair to one side, letting him kiss your neck sensually, his free hand wandering down your side. "Yes Shin," you breathed, earning a harsh slap to your ass and a hiss escaping your throat. "That's sir to you, you know better than that," he warned, pulling your arms behind your back and wrapping them together, like he had practiced so many times before, making sure your blood flow wasn't cut off by them.

Shinsou walked to the in black sheets covered bed, sitting down on it with his legs spread open and pulling you in between them. "You know the rules kitten, and you still thought sending me these pics while I'm out in public with my friends would be a good idea. Why is it forbidden to do so, especially without a warning?" he looked at you through his lashes, one hand over your tail drawing small circles, the other circling your clit lazily, sending you in a hazy state. "Because I belong to you, and someone, ah, could see them," your toes curled slightly, trying your best to concentrate on his voice.

"Exactly, so why did you do it then kitten?" he cocked his eyebrow, picking up his speed and watching you squirm. "I wanted your attention, Sir. You barely acknowledged me the last few days," your voice was a mix of pleasure and whining, pressing down on his hand for more which only earned you a slap on your clit. "Ah, so we're a greedy little attention whore?" his question sounded like he just had a breakthrough discovery, a single digit slipping into your wet walls, his thumb still playing with your sensitive nub. "Yes," you admitted, his degradation causing you to clench around Shinsou's curling finger, another one joining. "I see. I'm sorry for not giving you enough attention. What about the attention I'm giving you right now? Is it enough? Or does my little slut need more?" he knew how to make you come within a few seconds, how to play with your pussy to have you squealing out incomprehensible sentences.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, flicking his slick muscle over them again and again. "Hm?" he hummed against it, his thumb now having the perfect speed to send you over the edge already. "More, please Sir," you moaned while he made you ride out your first orgasm of the night. "I thought so. You gotta earn it first though," he didn't plan on having you on your knees for long, but he wasn't ready to give you what you want just yet. After all, you had to be punished.

At the thought of his thick cock down your throat your mouth started to water. Gratefully dropping down in front of him made your tits jiggle in the process. You licked along his shaft, the tip of your tongue going from his balls to the tip of his dick, swirling around its head before starting to bop your head up and down slowly, taking in more and more every time you went down until your nose hit his freshly shaved skin.

With your tongue extended it was easy to kitten lick his balls, adding to the pleasure going through his veins. "Fuck, such a good whore. Just like that, your mouth feels so nice wrapped around me," you continued, his words of courage fueling you while his hips snapped up every now and then to make you splutter around him. After a few minutes of his dick shoved down your neck, you went up for air again, drool making your chin glister in the purple light emerging from the bulb above you.

"I can't remember that I told you to stop," his voice was raspier than normal. Collecting the mixture of spit and precum dripping down your chin with this thumb he pushed it into your mouth, watching you suck on it, and gently dragging your fangs against his finger when he pulled out again. "Go on," apparently you were too slow, his hand fisting your hair. His actions caused you to gag, resulting in his length being pushed down further.

"Don't forget I'm in charge, always," with his left leg grounded, the right one wrapped around your head, his ankle laying on his muscular thigh to keep you in place. He started thrusting upwards, careful to keep your hair out of your face because he didn't want to miss your fucked-out expression. Lilac eyes watched in ecstasis as you struggled against his grip, hearing you gag and feeling you contract against him, more drool dripping down your chin. Shinsou loved turning you into a mess, inside and out.

"Can't breathe kitten?" he asked slightly amused, getting turned on, even more, when the realization hit him about how much power he had over you. You tried shaking your head but failed miserably, ears pulled back with no escape in sight, your tail swinging like a whip. Only when your eyes started to water, your tears meeting at your cupid's bow he had mercy with you.

Due to the abuse of your jaw, you couldn't really close it, trying your best to catch your breath before he pulled you back up. It was easy for Shinsou to have you on your back, spread in front of him while his head found its home between your legs, eating your pussy as if hadn't had a meal in weeks. The man between your legs was licking and sucking your most sensitive area, his manicured nails digging into the meat of your soft thighs to keep them from closing. Shinsou now wanted one thing, and one thing only: his name the only word in your brain as he fucked you stupid, making you cum over and over and over again.

So you did, two times, four times, six times. Your mind was foggy after the fifth, which also was the one leading him to tie your legs to each bedpost at the end because you were overstimulated, your legs clamping shut and he didn't want any of that.

You expected your punishment to be denial, a rough spanking while you are bend over his knees, not being touched at all, only serving for his pleasure and his pleasure alone but you were oh so wrong. The remark off you earlier telling him how little attention he had given you made him rethink his planned discipline. If you want his attention you're going to get it, all of it. The attempt to muffle your moans and screams not even crossing his mind. He wanted everyone to know how good he made you feel, tied up, sprawled in front of him, for him to use and adore.

"Sir please, no more, it feels weird," you cried out, not even trying to move away since you knew it only made him want you more. "Weird how?" he asked and your body was thankful for the short break, yet craved his mouth on you again. "Like I have to pee," you said timidly, a small sob traveling through your sweat-covered body. He cursed under his breath, eyes rolling in the back of his head at the thought of making you squirt. "Too bad you have no say in this," he slapped your clit and returned to his previous position.

Before you knew it his fingers curled even faster, your already hyper-sensitive clit throbbing between his lips covered in your juices. "Please," you sobbed as his eyes watched your in pleasure twisted face, tears streaming down your face. The safe word was still prominent in your brain, you could use it any second but even though your skin was ignited you needed more, needed him to fill you up, to cloud your vision and let you forget every thought in your brain that was left somewhere in there.

"Let go for me kitten," the vibration of his low voice sent you over the edge once again and sure enough his wish came true. Shinsou never knew he could make it happen but today you proved him wrong, the need to be inside of you now bigger than ever before. "Done?" you asked, your whole body shaking and your eyes only a small slit caused by the exhaustion.

"Just started," the lust was written over his face as he cleaned it with your shirt laying next to the bed before positioning himself at your entrance, watching your wetness drip down onto the mattress. Your pussy was throbbing from the many orgasms he had milked from you. He couldn't wait to feel your velvety walls adorning his thick shaft, clenching around it, and hear you scream out in delight.

"No, no more," you tried to put the last bit of energy against the restraints holding you in place but there was no use. Shinsou was a master with ropes and while he can untie you in a second you could never slip out of them, he made sure of that.

A simple tug on each knot freed you and for a second you thought it was over, relaxing into the drenched fabric below you as he turned you around. The feeling of calmness didn't last long, his big, strong hands grabbing your hips and pulling your ass up in the air, delivering a slap to both cheeks and watching them bounce from the impact. He could see your claws extending, a natural reacting to protect you from your attacker but the way your hole clenched around nothing gave away just how much you liked it.

"Did you just say no? I'm gonna continue and you'll let me use you because do you know what you are? A dumb, little whore for me to use. Tell me to stop again and I'll fuck you until you pass out, got it?" he grunted, momentarily teasing you with just the tip of his cock before pushing his whole length balls deep inside of you.

The grip you had around him caused every cuss word his brain held to tumble out within seconds. Never did Shinsou think he could become addicted to a pussy, but here he was, pounding into you like a mad man in love. One hand was placed between your shoulder blades, making you arch just perfect for him to have access to every hole he wanted. The cold spit hitting your until now ignored, puckered hole clench in shock before he pushed his thumb in between your spread cheeks.

It didn't take long for his hand to wrap around your throat, tongue lolling out as yet another orgasm crashed through your body. Your cunt was clenching around him, backside and tail vibrating in satisfaction. "I think you have one more for me, what do you think kitten? Gonna be a good girl?" he could feel his own high building up in his abdomen, ready to fill you up and watch it leak out of your abused pussy. You couldn't possibly form a sentence, let alone a single word, only nodding your head, wanting for him to come inside of you.

"That's what I thought, I'm proud of you, taking me so well," Shinsou grunted, listening to your moans and sobs. Pulling you up by your hair allowed him to view your ahegao face in the reflection of the window, watching the sun go down in the distance and the buildings below you appear so small.

He looked at you in pure bliss, enjoying the little show in front of him, how worn out you looked, sweat, tears, and drool draped over your body. Beautiful boobs bounced in the same beat of his thrusts. "Gon' come Sir" you slurred, stars appearing in front of your eyes while his hand connected with your clit yet again. The word 'mine' written over it caused you to collapse into his arms, crying out his name as the last orgasm washed over you like a tsunami. With another thrust of his hips, he shot his load deep inside of you, and moaned your name.

It didn't take long before Shinsou's strength returned, picking you in his arms and kissing your temple. "Wanna take a bath with me and watch a movie? I can order some food, how does that sound?" his voice was soothing now, calming you down a bit with his quirk, telling you to take deep breaths and focus on his voice. "Yes please," you whispered when he sat you down on the small stool in the bathroom, watching him take out a soothing lotion and your favorite bubble soap. Turning on the water he collected the few cold drops in a glass, tipping your head back and letting the liquid flow down your dry mouth while whispering assuring words into your ears, listening to the soft purrs.

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thebestmc · 3 years

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Mr. Stalker (rewrite)

A/N: this rewrite has extra shit towards the end I’d recommend reading it.

CW: Techno x reader, High school au, Seniors, typical High school shit. The MC’s actions and mannerisms are based on my own, please understand this is a story where Y/N is really prominent. Switching between first and third person.

Tw: cockblocking by Techno, fingering

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When the bottle fell on you, Audrey’s eyes lit up. The gears in her head seemed to be turning, “Alright, get on with it!” She teased. Your mind wondered a bit, where would you put your hands? What if it was awkward? But before you knew it his lips pressed against yours, his head tilting ever so slightly. You leaned down, back on your knees, you couldn’t help but feel a little flustered. He did it so naturally, you couldn’t help but feel a bit taken a back.

“Girl, he’s one-hundred percent into you! You should totally drag him away after this!” Audrey whispered in your ear, “Audrey, no. Not happening.” You whispered back, a light blush staining your cheeks as the others continued the game. “Don’t worry! I got you,” Audrey whispered and you could only imagine what she’d come up with next. “Y/N, you look really flushed...Clay? Can you be a dear and take them to my bedroom? It’s the fifth room to the left when you go up the stairs.” Audrey explained.

Everyone looked slightly concerned. Well everyone except for Techno. “I can take her-“ Techno started but was shot down. “I can take her just fine, Techno.” Dream insisted then helped you onto your feet. “Do you need me to carry you?” He asked softly, “No, I’ll be alright. Thank you Clay.” You gave him a warm smile.

He began to lead you up the stairs, keeping on hand on your lower back incase you fell. “Was there something in the alcohol?” He asked checking your features looking for a sign of any sickness. “No, actually. This is kind of embarrassing.” You stared at your feet wondering how you’d explain it. “Don’t worry, I don’t judge.” Dream pat your back lightly.

“Audrey wanted me to sleep with you...” you spoke so quietly it was almost inaudible. “Oh..well what do you want to do?” He asked opening the door to Audrey’s room. “Honestly, I see no reason not to.” You gave him a kind reassuring smile. “Alright, if you want to stop the safe word is red, alright?” Clay wanted to make sure you understood and were comfortable with the situation. It was pretty sweet, being friends with Technoblade you’d assume he’d be more cocky.

That’s how you ended up with Clay’s digits inside of your heat, his fingers hit all the right spots, he used his thumb to rub your clit. “You look so gorgeous underneath me...” he groaned a bit. His other hand was covering your mouth keeping any noise you made muffled. He knew you were close, by the way you tightened around his fingers, he couldn’t help but think how you’d feel around his cock begging for more.

That’s when he heard the door creek and immediately grabbed the spare blanket from Audrey’s bed and covered you with it. “Get the fuck out.” You could hear Dream’s demand, “Dream, what the fuck I thought she was sick.” To your absolute dread you heard Techno’s voice. “Go away.” You groaned under the blanket. You’d known the moment was ruined. Techno sighed, “fine.” He walked out the door, slamming it in his wake.

“I’m so sorry, I can lock the door and-“ Dream began, “Sorry, the mood is kinda ruined...” You interrupted him, “It’s okay, don’t worry! I get it. I’ll leave so you can get dressed..” Dream stood up and walked to the door. “Wait...” he muttered and ripped a piece of paper from Audrey’s desk and wrote his number on it. “Here, in case you ever want to talk or hang out with me” he muttered handing you the ripped piece of paper. “Oh...thanks Clay...” you smiled up at him, taking the paper. Your smile seemed to ease him of whatever anxiousness he was feeling.

“See you around Y/N,” he pat your head before leaving. ‘Did that just happen...oh my god...’ your brain went over everything that happened today. You made a new friend, almost hooked up with a guy, and have a stalker now. How eventful can this day get.

You put your clothes back on and turned the door handle to see Techno waiting for you. “So your stalking me now Mr.Stalker.” You glared at him, “I was just looking for you-“ “yeah well it seems you’ve been ‘just looking’ for me all day. I don’t know why you’re suddenly interested in me but cut it out.” You pushed your finger against his chest staring up at him. You spun on your heel and made your way down the stairs.

The next day, Techno was even worse. He’d make sure he sat next to you in every class you shared. He sat next to you at lunch, and glared at every guy trying to talk to you. “Stop it.” Is all you could say but eventually you snapped. You rose to your feet, slamming your hands on the cold lunch table “I don’t need a fucking babysitter now leave me alone before I report you for harassment.” You growled, shooting daggers at Techno who only replied with a smirk. “Then do it.”

Now you were something else, and your resistance only made him more determined. He’d have you as putty in his hands before you knew it.

Hopefully.

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#techno #mcyt smut #dreamsmpsmut #dreamwastaken smut #dreamsmp #technobladesmut #technoblade smut #technobladexreader

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littlesniggy · 3 years

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Tension

Anon: Hi💕 I absolutely love your works but I never did a request so here I am with my first one🙈 can I ask for a fem reader x Bartolomeo smut scenario? I was thinking about it taking place in Dressrosa, his S/O being part of his crew and participating with him at the coliseum in attempt of winning the Mera Mera no Mi... just doing it in a hidden spot of the coliseum to take off some tension before the fights begin👀 and I would love Bart to use the barrier at some point to have one more surface and have a part of the act on it... I feel so sinful but I would love so much to read something like that🙈😍

Thank you in advance, have a great day :3💕

Thank you for requesting this! It was fun writing and I hope you like it!

Warning: NSFW, 18+, a little bit of blood

Pairing: Bartolomeo x fem! reader

Word Count: 2k

You kissed along his neck, your soft lips sucking on the warm skin slightly, leaving some minor hickeys. Bartolomeo sucked in some air as you nibbled on a particular sensitive spot, making blood rush to his nether regions. He has never been happier about your skimpy outfit; barely hiding your most private parts. He loved the way you dressed in general but he wanted to show you off to the crowd outside so you deciding to wear practically nothing was the best way to do so. Plus, he didn’t need to take a lot of time to undress you.

His hands moved the revealing piece of fabric from your breast away, giving sight to two perky little nubs, almost begging for attentions. “That’s a sight only a captain should ever be able to see-dabe!” he laughed. You looked up at him with a seductive smirk, letting up on the skin of his neck. “Captain’s been a little negligent with his attention to his two most precious friends. You’ve been under stress lately; coming to Dressrosa, your goal to get the Mera Mera No Mi, you wish to meet Luffy-senpai – why don’t you relieve some of the stress on them?” You had grabbed your boobs, holding each in one hand and massaging them a little bit.

His hands replaced yours in no time and he started kneading the soft flesh, brushing your nipples in the process before circling his thumbs over them in synch. A small moan was your answer and you leaned into his touch. His skilled hands sent small electric impulses through your body right to your core, soaking the panties you were wearing in the process. You had your eyes closed and your mouth slightly agape, enjoying his teasing.

You wanted to touch yourself down there but you knew, whenever the two of you got intimate, Bartolomeo just loved to be the first one to touch your pussy, feeling just how wet you were. He once told you that he would really love to know whenever you’re horny so he could touch you and see for himself before you got down to business yourself.

Instead, you grabbed the waistband of his pants and slowly let your hand wander over the thick fabric, over the obvious bulge underneath it and massaging his dick through the material. His cheeks turned slightly red at your touch and he took it as an invitation to lean down and suck on your nipple, scratching the sensitive flesh with his sharp teeth. He sucked on the nub and bit down around it after wards, making your body jolt in pleasure and pain. He repeated the process – sucking, biting, sucking, biting – over and over again before switching sides and doing the same thing with your other breast. His hips were thrusting against your hand in the meantime, searching for more friction.

“C-Captain?” you panted, looking down at his green hair. He looked up at you, his lips glistering from his saliva and your blood. “Shit…” you hissed at the sight of your abused skin – small wounds surrounded your nipples and they were swollen from his ministration.

“What is it-dabe?” he asked, not breaking his eyes contact when he worked your mound with his mouth again, sucking on it hardly.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and throwing your head back. You rubbed your thighs together for some friction and wanted nothing more than for him to touch you.

“I-I’m so wet….can you touch me?” you panted. Bartolomeo grinned when he let go of your nipple and getting into a straight position again. His eyes traveled down your body, your bruised skin, your heaving chest, your stomach and the last piece of fabric separating his eyes from your completely exposed body.

He dipped his hand down and followed the lines of your panties, tickling you in the process, making you even hornier. He crossed his fingers of the other hand. “Barrier!” he said and one appeared right behind you in a horizontal position. “If you want me to touch you, you need to lay down and show me just how needy you are-dabe:” a childish glint was in his eyes when you followed his orders and laid your back onto the see-through barrier, positioning your feet on it as well, spreading your legs to give him the perfect view of your clothed sex.

He came closer, a shit-eating grin on his face as he put his hands on your knees, pushing them further apart. His left hand traced some invisible lines on your skin, your thigh quivering a little from this feeling. When he stopped close to your core he took a closer look, leaning down so close that he could smell your heat.

“If the other contestants see that you’re horny during a life and death situation like this they might consider sparing you just to fuck your pretty, little, wet pussy-dabe.” He purred, admiring the big stain on the dark material. You whimpered at his words and moved your hips a little towards his breath, wanting him to touch you already.

“Should your captain give in to your needs?” he looked at you through your spread legs, licking his lips in anticipation. “Yes, please.”

You felt his finger poking your entrance through the panties, pushing the fabric inside of you a little. “Ah!” You moved against his finger in a desperate attempt for more.

“Hah! You’re so wet! Can’t believe how needy you are in a situation like this-dabe!” Bartolomeo moved his finger in and out of you, wetting your panties more and more until it was soaking wet, also coating your finger with your hot juice. “What a lewd girl you are-dabe.” He praised removing his finger from your core and pulling your panties over your legs until he was holding them in his hand, dangling from his index finger.

You followed his hand with your eyes, watching him toss your soaking panties at you. You caught them, felling the wet material under the touch of your fingers. “So, wet, right-dabe?” he chuckled, his crossed fingers tracing your wet lips. “Captain! Don’t say such dirty things to me…!” you whined, the panties fell to the ground and you propped your upper body up with your arms, giving you a better view of the man in front of you.

“Stop acting coy. I can see how much this all turns you on. It’s as if your pussy was holding a sign that reads ‘Please, come in. I’m open!’-dabe.” His fingers pushed passed your lips, feeling your hot walls envelope him. His dick twitched inside his pants and he needed to pay it some attention soon!

You fell back on your back, spreading your legs a little further and savoring his fingers inside of you. His thick digits, still crossed, massaged your walls from the inside and due to the curvature of his crossed fingers they brushed against your sweet spots from time to time. Bartolomeo had found out about this a couple of weeks ago when he took you on top of his barrier the first time. By the end you were too exhausted from cumming around his fingers that he had to wank himself off. Since then, he always made sure not to make you cum with his fingers but tease you as much as possible.

He watched his fingers disappear inside your sex over and over again and listened to your moans as he hit the right spot inside of you. Your juice that was slowly flowing out was making a mess underneath you on his barrier. Bartolomeo crouched down and licked the juice up with his tongue before he flicked his tongue over your hot flesh.

“Bartolomeo! Do this again!” you moaned. “Hahahaha! You like my tongue, don’t you-dabe?” His quick muscle seeped at your flesh, drinking you with every thrust of his fingers. “C-captain…!” you moved your hips against his touch, fucking yourself on his fingers and his tongue. You felt a familiar knot inside your body and you had learned to tell him if this happened.

“I’m close!” you pressed out, your whole body writhing on his barrier. Bartolomeo pulled away with a grin and got back up, looking down at you with hungry eyes, his teeth sparkling in the dim light of the colosseum. His hands opened his pants and pulled them down until they were pooling around his ankles. His proud dick was hanging heavy, pre-cum leaking out of his tip. “Are you gonna fuck me with that, captain?” you asked, innocently, biting yout lips and not being able to avert your eyes from the prize. You saw it twitch at your words, seeming excited about what was about to happen.

“You can be damn sure about this-dabe!” Bartolomeo gave himself some lazy strokes, closing his eyes and concentrating on the hot feeling inside his stomach for a moment. You watched him with hunger in your eyes and let your finger circle your bruised nipples, spreading your legs as well. The captain opened his eyes again, his grin coming back on his face.

“Turn around. I wanna take you like an animal-dabe.” His voice was low, making you shiver in anticipation. When you heard this voice you knew he meant business and wanted to fuck you senseless. So, you obliged and turned around on your stomach, leaving your legs hanging from the barrier, your ass on display for him. You felt his hands on your ass, appreciating the firmness of your flesh before moving down and lifting your legs up, your feet leaving the floor.

Your lower body was up in the air, your legs around his waist and your arms flat underneath your body, supporting your upper body like this. You felt his thick mushroom head against your entrance, teasing you for a little before pushing passed your lips, sliding inside of you. He groaned in pleasure, clawing at your thighs from the feeling. You gasped and let your head fall against the surface of the barrier, your eyes closed and concentrating on the intense feeling inside of you.

He pushed further, with each inch he filled you out the small moan inside your throat became louder and louder until he was buried deep inside of you. “Damnit! So tight-dabe!” he hissed, giving you some time to adjust to his dick. But you didn’t want to wait for more. You wiggled your hips a little and clenched around him. “So eager-dabe.” He withdrew his dick almost completely and snapped them back forward the next moment. A loud, animalistic moan echoed through the empty halls. He found a fast but steady rhythm, moving your body forth and back on his barrier. “Do you want the whole arena to hear you? If so, then keep up the moans-dabe!”and you gladly took on his offer. Shameless moans filled your surroundings and you couldn’t care less if anyone found you like this.

Bartolomeo was fucking you into oblivion, his moans joining yours in no time. He had some difficulties not un-crossing his fingers but he over the time he had managed to hold them together.

“Damnit, Y/n! I’m gonna cum soon-dabe!” he moaned, looking down at you, waiting for you to tell him if you were close as well. He loved cumming together with you.

“M-me too!” you panted, moving against his thrusts, his dick consuming your mind completely.

With one last sharp thrust he pushed you over the edge, your scream filling the empty corridor and you clenched hard around his dick. Bartolomeo took another two thrusts before he came inside of you, moaning loudly and filling you with his seed.

Panting, you stayed like this for a moment, your heavy breathing the only thing that could be heard. He pulled out carefully, let your legs back down and fell onto your back, his hot breath right next to your ear.

“Did I manage to take off some of your stress, captain?” You asked with a weak smile, looking at him out of the corners of your eyes. He laughed breathy, his lips finding the spot behind your ear that you loved and pressed a kiss against. It. “You bet! And now, let’s get this Mera Mera No Mi and make Luffy-senpai proud!"

#one piece #op #op bartolomeo #bartolomeo #Bartolomeo x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #ns.fw #sm.ut #female reader #request #scenario #op scenario

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honeesucker · 3 years

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Iwaizumi Hajime as part of my Haikyuu boys after you text them *~spicy photos~* and then fall asleep...

Word Count: 2,165

Content Warnings: Choking, swearing, dacryphilia, dubcon (can appear noncon but IwaxReader have previous safe word set up for safety), reader is asleep during penetration, overstimulation, double-penetration w/use of toy, Dom/sub themes, use of Daddy; all around we’re being grey-area debaucherous here - there’s aftercare though?

You didn’t hear the door open, or the duffle bag drop to the floor because you were in Iwaizumi and yours shared room, lounging on the bed in a Gudetama sleep short and tank top pajama set. Your chest rose and fell with your soft, deep breaths showing him you were indeed asleep, though even in your sleep you were teasing him (unintentionally, but try telling Iwaizumi that).

Your legs were splayed open, the hem of one of the legs of your insanely short sleep shorts was riding up and sticking to your inner labia having become wedged during your movement in your sleep, this giving Iwaizumi a sweet little teasing view of your pussy. You didn’t hear him let out a groan from deep in his chest as he peeled off his work shirt, hook his thumbs into the top of his joggers and slide them down baring him to your sleeping form only in his dark grey briefs. He palmed his already hard cock through the front of his briefs, the friction sending jolts through his cock and only making the ache to bury all of him inside you that much worse.

How fucking dare you send those photos while he was at work and then fall asleep, and worst of all you knew he would’ve asked you to stay dressed for him until he got home – unfair because of how late it was – but it was just how you both worked together... but you had to be a brat and change into those damn pajamas, the apathetic face of the egg yolk staring at him from between your thighs. Fuck these shorts... Iwaizumi began to pull the fabric from your hips slowly, the silken cotton slipping from your body easily without much resistance. Iwaizumi froze when you gave a soft little hum in your sleep and shifted, but you only made it easier for him to grab you and pull you gently until your ass was lined up with the edge of the bed. He ran his large hand up your thighs, the goosebumps sprouting in the wake of his touch, ran his fingertips along your hips, along the curve of your tummy, up to the soft swell of your perfect breasts that he loved to abuse and leave bruised and sore. He thumbed over your nipples until the sensitive buds pebbled underneath your soft sleep tank, he gently pulled the front of your shirt down exposing your breasts to the cool air of your bedroom. You gave a soft moan in your sleep at the sweet ghosting ministrations of his skilled fingers, and he smirked, you were so easy to read... your body so honest even unconscious.

Iwaizumi traced his fingers back down to your thighs until he parted your legs further and was greeted by the sight of your already glistening pussy, lips looking so soft, puffy and welcoming. He traced up your inner thighs and along the outside of your core until he slowly dipped into the sweet honey coating your skin. His first finger wasn’t met with any resistance and elicited a low, melodious moan from you again. Iwaizumi had his one finger hooked in you, pressing into your g-spot as his thumb rubbed lazy circles with a gentle pressure on your clit which had your silken walls fluttering around his digit and more juices collecting on his knuckles and your lips. He yanked his briefs off, stepping out of them and gave himself a few strokes using the hand wet with your slick. He bit into his bottom lip to keep from outright moaning just yet, running his thumb over the pearly bead of precum that gathered at his tip to help lube him up more before he was lining up and rubbing the thick head of his cock against your hole. With a quick snap of his hips, Iwaizumi pushed forward into you; the full length of his cock stretching you with a pleasant burn and the jolting sensation of him pushing into you jostling you in your sleep and you woke up startled and feeling someone inside of you, panicked. You started swinging your arms trying to hit whoever was on top of you until both your wrists were captured and pinned above your head, and you saw your boyfriend, muscles covered in a slight sheen of sweat as he leant over you.

“H-Haji-fuck-Hajime!” You whimpered, fighting against his grip. “Baby p-please it hurts, fuck, what are you doing? Stop!” A fat stream of tears was running down your cheeks as your boyfriend kept his brutal pace, thrusting the full length of his cock in and out completely. You felt the tight coil of your first orgasm already building which only heated your cheeks with embarrassment that you were enjoying this.

“Thought you could fucking get away with it, hm Y/N?” Iwaizumi grunted, punctuating his words with harsh thrusts that had his cockhead up against your cervix, sending jolts through your whole body. “Thought you could send those fucking photos while I was working and get away with it untouched?” Iwaizumi was leaning over you, his large body, muscled and tight in comparison to yours made you feel so small, so caged in. He switched from his brutal pace as he moved over you, opting for deep-reaching hard thrusts that had buzzes of pain and shocks of pleasure hitting through your whole body. He leant down to your face, one of his large hands wrapping around your throat as he kissed away the stream of tears running down your face, nuzzling his own into the wetness that collected along your neck as well. “My little fucking dumb bitch should know better than to try and be a tease, should know that it will never end well for her...” he said, kissing and sucking along the tender flesh of your neck until he heard you let out a soft moan and bit down hard until he tasted sweet copper in his mouth. He sucked and bit a large bruise where your neck and shoulder met, pulling away with a red-tinted smirk. “Should know that such a dumb baby can only listen, not think,” he said, his thrusts pace quickening until he was spilling white hot seed deep into your body, filling you up but not slowly down. You still hadn’t cum once and feeling Iwaizumi’s cum in your pussy only triggered something in you that ached for more.

“Haji please,” you whimpered, wiggling your hips until his hands came down hard to still your movements, feeling that his cock was still as hard as ever inside of you and he didn’t look like he was done just yet.

“Now, now baby that’s not how I taught you to ask for something,” Iwaizumi mocked.

“Da-mmphmff fuck!” Iwaizumi interrupted your pleading with a series of harsh thrusts that shook your whole body out of its train of thought, his harsh laugh cutting through you, making your bottom lip jut out in a pathetic pout. “Daddy please, please help me cum! I’m sorry for being bad, please I’ll be your good girl!”

“Mm, that’s an improvement,” Iwaizumi said, moving inside of you again to help tighten the coil of pleasure building in you until he pulled out completely which caused you to cry out in frustration, until your eyes widened as you saw him reaching over into the nightstand. Your eyes widened further when you saw him pull your guys’ favorite vibrator, slim and teal in color with white swirls, like his old school colors. You watched him as he turned it on, the soft buzzing filling the room over your panting breaths, until he dipped it into your pussy without warning, though it was thankfully much smaller than him. He was twisting and pushing and pulling it in and out of you at all sorts of angles that had you writhing and begging for him to not stop until that is exactly what he did, robbing you of your orgasm again as you cried out and thrashed on the bed until one look from him told you to stay still. “Just needed to make sure this was nice and wet for you,” Iwaizumi mused, and you didn’t know what he meant until you felt the cool top of the vibrator prodding at the tight ring of muscle at your backside. You whimpered and pleaded with him but he ignored you, pressing the toy in further until your hungry ass sucked it in, a wanton moan escaping you as you wriggled at the fullness. You were an inaudible jumble of mewls and hums and moans as Iwaizumi fucked your ass with the vibrator, the sensations filling you up and building up inside of you so intensely. You were thrown through a loop of sensations as you felt the tip of Iwaizumi’s cock breaching your puffy, soaking hole. He slipped in easy due to his earlier orgasm filling you up with his cum, he swore under his breath as you felt even tighter than before, and now he could feel the vibrations and extra fullness of the vibrator in your ass through the thin wall separating your pussy.

“Haji-Daddy, ‘mm gonna cum, oh fuck-” your voice was barely audible as you choked on the sensations filling up your lower half, and when Iwaizumi started pistoning in and out of you again in opposite time as he was fucking your ass with the toy you were nearly there.

“Come on, princess, I can feel you squeezing me-fuck-so tightly, cum for me baby! Cum on my cock!” Iwaizumi was pounding into your overstimulated body and with his permission you let go. Back arching and gummy walls gripping onto his cock as your entire lower half buzzed and contracted, pussy clamping down on Iwaizumi’s cock as he let loose another load of white cum, coating your walls and filling you up until he was dripping out of you with every squelching thrust. The vibrations from the toy still lodged deep in your ass kept you riding the wave of your orgasm until you were crying and begging Iwaizumi to take it out and thankfully, he did, having turned it off and thrown it near the dirty laundry. He plopped his body on yours, the weight of him making you feel safe as you came down from your high. His lips kissing along your temple and down to your jaw, along the line of your jaw and down your throat. He grabbed onto you and rolled your guys’ body until you were on top of him, panting and whining as he slowly slipped his softening cock out of you. He continued to kiss along your neck and shoulder, giving a gentle lick to where he bit you so roughly earlier. His hands were running up and down your back as your body still gave into little spasms from the intense orgasm.

“You with me, princess?” Iwaizumi asked, running one hand down your back at the other stroke your hair.

“Mmm,” you answered, eyes shut and drifting in and out. You felt a gentle patting on your cheek that made you open your eyes, a pout taking over your features.

“Awe, don’t give me that princess, c’mon,” Iwaizumi groaned, petting your sweaty hair down, “need to make sure my baby is good and safe in her mind. Wanna try walking with me to the shower so we can clean up and come back and snuggle?”

You just nodded and let Iwaizumi lift you up and let you lean on him as you walked toward the master bathroom, the large shower that could fit ten just calling your name. He set you on the inset bench and let the steamy water take over as he gentle sponged your body with your favorite soap and then lifted you to press against him as you rinsed off, all the while Iwaizumi was praising you with how wonderfully you did for him, how good you made him feel, how you were his very good girl, his darling princess.

You patted his cheek and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, reassuring him you were good and he did good and everything was good. Perfect, even.

You two were back in bed about ten minutes later, clean bodies and clean sheets. You were tucked under one of Iwaizumi’s arms, snuggled into his side with your head on his chest.

“You sure you’re okay, princess? I wasn’t too rough?” Iwaizumi was full of anxiety with a bit of how he acted, but he knew you’d let him know if he pushed you too far, right?

“You were perfect, Hajime, you are perfect,” you leant up and kissed his jaw. “Plus, I didn’t need to say Oikawa, didn’t I?”

You both burst out laughing, and he kissed the top of your hair as he pulled you tighter against him before you both drifted off to sleep, happy and fully satisfied – for now.

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eddswrold-fandicc · 3 years

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Tomtord smut

Tom growled loudly, "Go to hell, commie!"

And with that, Tom was storming away.

Tord had went into Tom's bedroom while he was sleeping, and took Susan. He returned her a whole different color, and with a strong smell of spray paint.

Tord chucked, "Oh, you should have thought about that before you threw my favorite glock out of the car window, jehova."

Tom whipped around and grabbed Tord by the collar of his hoodie, "You shouldn't have been pointing it at me, dumbass."

Tord's eyelids lowered and his voice became deeper, "You better watch yourself, Thomas."

"You better watch yourself-"

"What the hell is going on in here?! It's 2 in the morning!" Edd interrupted the two's intense glaring and spitting.

"He spray painted Susan." Tom tugged Tord's hoodie.

"He threw my favorite gun out the window." Tord pushed Tom back.

Before Tom could spring up and throw a punch, Edd stepped between the two. "That's it. You two are being kicked until you can learn to get along."

Tord stood straight, "Where are we going?"

Edd pulled out his phone and started to go onto a website. All of a sudden, the ground started to rumble and the floor split open.

An elevator appeared.

"Really, Edd? You're sending us to hell?"

Edd shoved the two hooded men into the elevator. As the door was closing Edd stated one final thing, "Come back when you're getting along."

And then Tom and Tord were being thrown into Hell.

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The elevator dinged. Tord stepped out first, inhaling the scent of the burning walls around him.

Tom stepped out next, looking around, "This is stupid."

Tord ignored him and started to walk around, noticing the doors that were there before.

Tom opened the door that stated 'Jehovah's witnesses' above it. He started to walk in, but stopped when he realized Tord was following him.

"What are you doing, commie?"

"Since we're being forced to get along, might as well see where you're going."

Tom scoffed and rolled his voided eyes before continuing to walk.

Ah, yes. The blank, white room from before. Tom took a deep breath, taking in the scent of nothing. Nothing in this room but him and Tord.

"It's just a blank room. What's happening?" Tord asked behind Tom.

"Absolutely nothing happens. You just sit here."

Tord turned around, "I'm getting out of he- where's the door, Tom?"

Tom slipped his hands in his hoodie pockets, "There's only one way out. You have to wait for it."

Tord turned back around, coming closer to Tom, "What am I waiting for?"

Tom smirked, "You'll see."

Tord quickly threw a punch at Tom, hitting him in his nose.

"No, Thomas, I will not see. I'm tired of your shit. Tell me now."

Tom wiped the blood coming from his nose and returned a punch to Tord. Tord dodged the hit, and grabbed Tom's arm. He twisted his arm and threw Tom back, causing Tom to shriek in pain.

Tom fell backwards, landing on his ass. He suddenly felt weight being pushed down on his chest. He looked down and saw Tord's foot.

"Stupid son of a bitch. You're lucky if I don't kill you!"

Tord pressed down harder, "No, jehovah. You're lucky if I don't kill you."

Tom grabbed Tord's foot and twisted it. Tord fell onto the white floor.

Tom crawled on top of Tord, throwing punches after punches to his face.

Tord eventually grabbed Tom's wrists and held him still, "Stop it, Thomas. You're just being annoying at this point."

Tom squirmed on top of Tord, trying to free his hands, "No, you're being stupid! Let me go!"

Tom pulled himself as hard as he could, but Tord was stronger than he was.

Tord let go of Tom's wrists while Tom was pulling back. Tom fell backwards again, and Tord crawled on top of him, pinning his wrists.

Tom groaned, "Let me go!"

Tord was dead silent. Just watching the smaller man whither and whine underneath him. He honestly liked it. He liked to see Tom under him, whining for him to let go. Tord wondered if he could get Tom to do more.

Tom eventually settled down, panting for air. He looked up at Tord, who was smiling with amusement in his eyes. Tom shot him a nasty glare.

"Fuck you."

And that was Tord's cue. He was going to make Tom beg for him to stop, one way or another.

Tord quickly leaned down and bit onto Tom's neck, making Tom cry in pain. He licked the bite mark for an apology.

He leaned into Tom's ear and whispered, "You're mine, Thomas."

Tom widened his voids, a blush creeping on his face. "W-What?"

Tord nuzzled his face back into Tom's neck and started planting rough kisses and bites, "You heard me."

Electric shocks went through Tom's body every time Tord put his lips on his skin. Tom held his breath, keeping himself quiet.

Suddenly, a giant digital pen appeared to be coming towards them. Tord hadn't noticed yet, as he was still leaving marks on Tom.

Tom saw the pen, but didn't care. He knew Tord wasn't going to let go of him.

But instead of the pen drawing a slide like it did before, it drew... handcuffs?

The cuffs fell beside Tord, grabbing his attention. He grabbed them and quickly cuffed Tom's hands together, not letting go of one of his hands as he was doing so.

He heard something else fall beside him, so he looked over. A rope. Tord looked at Tom with a devilish grin.

"Don't you even think about it, dickface." Tom spat. He already didn't like that he was handcuffed.

Tord looked up from where the items fell, but the giant pen was gone already. He looked over to Tom, "Oh, Tommy. You don't have a choice~"

Tord started wrapping the rope around Tom's legs, then his arms, and then his torso. He had Tom tied in a position to where he was on his knees with his hands behind his back.

Tord examined his housemate, deciding not to bite his neck anymore. Bite.

"Hmm, it seems your neck is all marked. How about we go further, hm~?"

Tom squirmed in his restraints, but couldn't move much.

He watched as Tord came closer to him, looking him deeply in the eye as his head travelled downtown to Tom's groin.

Tord unbuttoned Tom's pants, and lifted his shirt.

"S-Stop touching me, asshole!" Tom squirmed harder in the ropes.

Tord placed a gentle kiss on Tom's stomach, "Not until you learn to be a good boy."

Tom didn't want to admit that he could be a good boy for Tord, nor did he want to admit that he was a bad one. Who knows what Tord could do to him.

So Tom stayed silent.

Tord kept planting kisses and bites on Tom's stomach. He noticed Tom's nipples poking from under his hoodie, "Oh? Is someone getting excited~?"

Tord took one of Tom's nipples in his hand and gave it a squeeze.

Tom inhaled sharply and jolted a little.

Tord smirked on Tom's stomach and continued to play with his nipples, giving them squeezes and tugs.

Tom dick was getting hard in his jeans, twitching and aching to be free. Tord noticed it right away.

"Oh, Thomas. Who knew you'd be getting hard for me~" Tord teased.

Tom looked away, completely red faced, "Shut up, commie."

Tord tugged down Tom's pants a little, enough for his cock to come out and play.

Tord stared and admired Tom's dick. The piercings on it, the length, and the way the tip was flushed a light pink. Tom was leaking precum, aching to be touched.

Tord kissed Tom's stomach once more before moving his head lower to Tom's cock. He looked Tom in the eye as he licked down at the base, making his way up slowly, and finally swirling his tongue around Tom's flushed tip.

Tom shuddered at the sight. The look in Tord's eye was going to give him kinky nightmares.

Tord fully wrapped his mouth around Tom's twitching cock and sunk down to the base again.

Tom gave chills and shaking breaths as a response, almost thrusting into Tord's mouth. But his restraints won't let him move. It was bugging Tom that he couldn't move.

Tord picked up his pace, sucking harder on Tom's cock. He looked up at Tom, giving him a wink.

Tom felt himself getting close. He was making small moans at this point, letting them grow louder the more sensitive he got.

Tord could tell that Tom was close, so he reached in Tom's pants to play with his balls. He massaged them, pushing them up near the base of Tom's dick, and giving them gentle squeezes.

Tom was moaning and spitting Tord's name, having his words cut off with an 'oh', or 'ah'.

Tord pulled off of Tom's cock, switching to his hand. He roughly jerked Tom off, whispering sweet words in his ear and encouraging him to cum.

"Come on, Thomas, cum for me. Cum for me, and we can finish this when we get home."

Tord looked over Tom's shoulder, and almost pissed himself. What the fuck is that? A- Is that a giant pen?

It came closer, but Tord didn't stop.

He reached his hands further in Tom's pants and rubbed his finger on Tom's puckered hole.

That set Tom off. He screamed Tord's name as cum splattered across their torsos.

"T-T-Tord, please- oh~! F-Fuck me, p-please~!"

The pen was drawing a curved line behind Tord.

Tom finally noticed the pen, but ignored it. He was in ecstasy, and didn't want it to end.

But it ended too soon when the pen swung and knocked both Tom and Tord onto the slide.

"What the hell?!" Tord called out. He wrapped his arms around Tom, keeping him near him.

The restraints disappeared off of Tom, and he wrapped his arms around Tord's neck, "It's the way out."

Tord immediately calmed down once he realized that it was safe. He looked at Tom smugly, who had a drunken smile plastered on his face, "You know, Thomas. You got happy quick with a blow job, just imagine what a fuck could do."

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hongnanglen-arina · 3 years

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Tasty | Choi Seungcheol/S.Coups

Genre: Crack, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem reader

Warnings: sexual content (:

Words: 2.7k

A/N: Hey there! My dear Ro ( @binniesthighs ) and I wanted to exchange something nice for this years Valentine’s day so we decided to attack and crush the other with one member of SVT that has the most affect on us atm... hahaha and this piece is the final result. I hope you’ll like it Ro.... hrhrhr ♡

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The cafe was nice. There were all kinds of flowers hanging upside down the ceiling, giving the whole facility an effortless romantic charm. It was a new cafe and your boyfriend agreed in visiting it with you after you had shown him photos on SNS. If someone saw Seungcheol for the first time, they wouldn’t believe that this man has a soft and romantic side. And lucky you could call him your boyfriend.

Seungcheol’s hand let go of yours when he payed for your order. Normally you would fight over paying but today he won the discussion back at home to spare strangers to witness your little fight.

It didn’t take long until you could sit down with your order, admiring the location from a different angle. Seeing flowers everywhere and not only above your heads made you feel as if you were in a flower field on a lovely sunny day. It was different to all the other cafe’s you’ve visited so far.

“If the beverages and desserts are good too, I might become a regular here,” you smiled widely, clapping in your hands excited and Seungcheol chuckled.

“Sounds like I have to save money to pay for all your visits then?” You glared at him and he held his hands up in defeat. “Okay okay, sorry.”

Shaking your head, you took your hot cocoa and waited for your boyfriend to take his as well. Clinking them with giggles and as you were carefully taking your first sip, you heard Seungcheol say, “Happy Valentine’s, princess. I love you.”

You stopped in your tracks and almost dropped your hot cocoa because of his sudden confession, your cheeks heating up as you sheepishly replied, “I love you too, Seungcheol. Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Enjoy.” You nodded and took another sip. It was really good.

It seemed as if your boyfriend thought the same when you noticed his smile after trying his drink. You reached for the little fork to start with your cake when Seungcheol lifted up his dessert, holding it in his hand while taking a bit of the whipped cream on his finger.

Your gaze lowered and wondered if they didn’t give him a fork or anything but there was one on the little tray. When you locked eyes with him, you saw a smirk on his lips when he put the finger in his mouth slowly.

Why did it make you swallow so thickly? You shouldn’t be this affected by it.

Trying to concentrate on your own dessert, you were about to finally try your cake when you saw Seungcheol from the corner of your eyes have whipped cream on his finger again and you wanted to know if he did this on purpose. He waited until you looked at him and opened his mouth, poking his finger with the tip of his tongue first and letting it circle it afterwards, cleaning it.

“Tasty. Just like your juice. So sweet… and I can’t get enough of it.”

The piece of cake fell down your fork and you blushed furiously, instantly looking around to check if anyone heard his words. “Yah, you can’t say that here!”

“Why not? Everyone should know how easily it is for me to make my little girl wet.”

“W-what??? S-Seungcheol!!” You tried to hush him. With no avail and it got even worse when he stood up, causing everyone to look at him when he cleared his throat loudly.

“I would like to inform all of you that this cute girl here in front of me is my girlfriend. I love her so much. She’s sweet just like this dessert in my hand. Not just her looks and personality but also when she’s aroused and I’m buried between her legs-“

“SEUNGCHEOL!!” You almost screamed, wanting nothing more than to disappear from this world. What the hell was he doing!?

“I’m just telling the truth, princess. Your juice is so addictive, I could eat you out all day long.”

The people around you were either shocked or cheering you on, some even filming the whole scene with their phones.

“Y/n, you could spread your legs here and I will show everyone how we do it.”

“OKAY, WHAT THE HELL!? I’M LEAVING! OH MY GOD!!” Jumping off your chair, you headed in the direction of the door but your boyfriend grabbed your wrist, making you stop.

“I mean it, princess. Let’s give them a little show. Maybe they want to have a taste, too?”

“Are you crazy?!?!?” Trying to free yourself from his grip, he easily grabbed your other wrist and pulled you closer. “Believe me, I know what I’m doing,” he smirked and roughly pressed his lips on yours.

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With a loud gasp you opened your eyes.

Your view wasn’t completely clear and sharp at first so you automatically blinked several times, noticing that you are in your bedroom and on your bed, cosily lying, wrapped in your blankets and having the scent of fresh linen filling your senses.

So it was just a dream. Absentmindedly you pouted to yourself. The date with your boyfriend felt so real and the little snippets you still had on your mind made you feel sad because it wasn’t but felt so real. Well, you definitely didn't need the second half of it though. You smiled to yourself and made a mental note that you should do a cafe date with Seungcheol soon when you felt something underneath your blanket, shuffling between your legs to be specific.

The moment you realized what was going on, you gasped out loud again, hands quickly grabbing and holding onto the sheets beside you. Something warm and wet touched your core and you wanted to close your legs, just to be stopped by two big hands. Seungcheol held you spread open for him so that he could continue doing what he had started.

“B-baby…” you stuttered, slightly overwhelmed by the pleasant wake up call.

More ruffling and your boyfriend lifted the covers a little, showing you his face. The look on his face was rather cute considering what he was doing to you. “Good morning princess.” After a wink, he disappeared again and left you no time to talk some more as his hands grabbed your thighs again, this time a bit tighter. His mouth was back on you, mouth sucking at your sensitive folds, moving them from side to side, just to stimulate your nerves.

Seungcheol was taking his sweet time with you.

You felt his tongue drawing circles over your clit, almost touching it but never giving you the direct contact. Unable to suppress the need, you tried to grind your hips against his face but when your boyfriend noticed it, his big hands held you in place, holding you down when he blew cold air on your clit, causing your body to shudder. Biting down on your lip, you let your head turn to the side, closing your eyes to concentrate on the feeling only.

He moved his hands, letting his nails dig into your flesh and giving you a pleasurable sting when he scratched along your thighs until his hands left them and moved closer to your core, spreading your folds with his thumbs to get better access. Your breath hitched when his tongue pressed against your entrance, dipping in and out slightly to tease you while the cold tip of his nose touched your skin. Seungcheol’s soft breath tickled you while his wet muscle pushed deeper into you. Just when you thought you would get more, he pulled out to place a faint kiss on your clit. He repeated it again and again, sometimes even thrusting his tongue in and out twice before giving a kiss.

Since his grip on your legs was gone, you were able to lift your hips, begging silently for more and after a while Seungcheol obeyed. While he kept your folds spread with one hand, he used to spread your juice with the other one and also to cover his long fingers with it. You had given him a lot already and combined with his spit, it was easy for him to cover your whole sex with it. Your legs trembled as you felt him prep you for the next step.

An impatient whine could be heard from you and for a second you thought you could feel him smile against your core before he started to kitten lick your clit, finally giving you more friction.

You were lost in the feeling, lifting your hips just to meet his movements, guiding his tongue to the spots you preferred. Switching from working on your clit, he occasionally left it to tease your folds, sucking at them, just to give your clit a stronger suck afterwards.

Your legs were shaking beside Seungcheol’s head, chasing your high, you stopped suppressing the soft noises that left your mouth. The sheets in your hands were pulled out from underneath the mattress when your boyfriend’s middle finger suddenly pushed into you. Arching your back, you accidentally made his finger enter you even more, clenching around his digit when he twisted his wrist a bit to cause friction on your throbbing walls.

The thin layer of sweat on your body soaked the blanket underneath you as you tried to meet Seungcheol’s rhythm. After a while a second and third finger was added, filling you even more. It felt so good to feel his fingers in you but they would never replace the perfect feeling his cock would give you every time you two had sex.

Another whine left your lips, followed by a moan when he flicked over your clit with the tip of his tongue, his fingers still pumping in and out of your throbbing hole.

“Oh god… I’m…. I’m almost there…..”

Seungcheol hummed satisfied against your core and bend his fingers upwards, touching your g-spot and rubbing over it without a warning and you had a hard time to keep your legs spread and not to crush him in between.

You wiggled your hips, unsure if you wanted more or if you wanted to escape this sweet torture.

The moans were getting louder and louder as he kept the pace, placing one hand on your lower stomach to intensify the friction on your sweet spot deep inside and you could feel your orgasm approaching. Steadily but not fast enough for your liking so you rolled your hips against him to help you get there. With one hand now above your head, your knuckles turned white as your grip around the headboard tightened. And with one hard suck on your clit the wave of your orgasm washed over your body, a broken cry coming from you when everything became blurry for a second. You had to close your legs because of the intense waves but you couldn’t because Seungcheol’s broad shoulders kept them open. He crawled up your body a little to place soothing kisses on your stomach while waiting for your orgasm to fade, his fingers slowing down in your core as you clenched less.

Your eyes were still closed but you noticed him move, expecting him to get a wet cloth to clean you up as he always did, but he just crawled on top of you and watched your face, mouth slightly open because you were still trying to control your breathing.

The moment you met his gaze, he was licking his fingers clean and you couldn’t help but to wipe his chin with your index finger. He thanked you with a soft smile which you returned. Neither of you talked. The both of you were lost in each others eyes, admiring the other and almost forgetting about the fact that you were naked, him between your legs and his erect cock pressing against your core.

Seungcheol was the one to break the silence. “Ready for round two, princess?”

You bit your lip sheepishly. “I’m not sure if I have enough energy for that.”

He chuckled at your words and softly bumped your nose with his. “Don’t worry. Just hold onto me. I will do the work.”

Giving his plump lips a quick kiss was your way to give him your approval, making him reach to the little drawer to get a condom. “You’re so tasty, it always makes me hard and longing for more… I can’t help it…” he admitted with flushed cheeks before taking the foil package between his teeth to rip it open.

You watched him without a word. Just the sight of him on top of you, preparing himself for the second round caused your own cheeks to heat up and you felt the urge to tell him to hurry up.

When the condom was rolled over him, Seungcheol adjusted himself, guiding his length so that it’s tip was lightly entering you. He placed his arms on each side of your head and waited until you wrapped your arms around him.

“Ready?” His voice was low and he waited for your nod before pushing forward. He didn’t hold back at all. He knew you were already prepared and wet enough for him, all of him. Also he knew your body like no one else. Sometimes even more than you. Your boyfriend made you realize it often enough in the past.

Seungcheol muffled his low grunts in the crock of your neck as he bottomed you out, lifting his hips to let them snap back in such a force, you were moaning loudly against his ear, grip tightening on his back.

“O-oh god!” You felt his hands cover the top of your head to protect you from hitting it against the headboard as he fucked you hard and deep, slurs of curse words leaving his lips but were muffled in your neck. With each trust you felt his balls slap your ass and without a second thought, your hands traveled down along his muscular back, leaving faint scratches on their way until they grab his ass.

His movements staggered for a split second and that was the sign for you to give him a smack on his ass. “F-fuck, y/n!” He groaned and sped up his thrusts, showing you that he was close. Although you thought you couldn’t reach a second orgasm, you felt the familiar pressure deep within your body that you gave your boyfriend’s ass a squeeze.

“M-mind… to help me for a second time, baby?”

Seungcheol propped himself up to look at your eyes and even though he needed his own release, a smile formed on his lips and he help his hips still for a moment, letting his cock stay deep in your core before grinding his hips against yours, giving you friction on your clit again.

You opened your mouth but except of your moans and whines, no full word could be heard. Bending your legs, you moved your hips as best as you could, meeting Seungcheol’s grinds. His mouth found your neck and sucked at the spot below your ear, causing you to dig your nails deep into his skin. The pleasant pain let him instantly snap his hips back and forth and before you could warn the other, you two reached your orgasm at the same time. Him shooting his load into the condom while your pulsating walls milked everything he offered.

You lost track of time when you felt him shift and throw away the used condom, pulling your form against his chest. The pace of his heartbeat hasn’t fully normalized just like yours and your bodies were covered in sweat but neither of you cared.

Seungcheol pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Let’s sleep some more, it’s still early. Later I want to go to a cafe with you. There’s a new one down the road and my friends told me it’s really good.

Your eyes grew wide as you remembered your dream. “Yah, can you read my mind or something?”

Seungcheol just wiggled his brows with a grin. “I’m your boyfriend. I know what you like, princess.”

Oh yes, he definitely knew. But in your thoughts you hopes that the last part of your dream won’t ever come true.

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thesmokingguns · 3 years

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Vous parlez français?

Word Count: 2015

Summary/Request: “Younger Kelly has a girlfriend, and she discovers that he can speak in French, she thinks it’s incredibly sexy and he teases her about it. She gets frustrated and goes into their bedroom and starts to get herself off and he overhears her and goes in and goes down on her, while speaking french.”

A/N: I wrote this for @littlemisscare-all scare-all and she wanted the give a shout-out “this fic is dedicated to @that-80s-chick and @styles94bolan89 and all the members of the quack cult.”

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Warning: Sexual content, dirty talk. Please be 18+

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“C’est bien ici. J'écris de la musique toute la journée et la joue la nuit.” (It’s fine here. I write music all day and play at night) Kelly was standing with his back to you as you walked into the apartment. Listening as he spoke French over the phone to someone you froze. The groceries that you held in your hand seemed to be forgotten as you set the things down to listen.

You loved when Kelly spoke French. Even though you had only found out about a week ago he was fluent you’d ask him to speak to you in the language, always dragging him into the bedroom or whatever space you could find after listening to him say everything in the other language. It drove you absolutely wild hearing him speak.

He entertained your fetish with his language, loving how a movement of his tongue and a few words you didn’t understand could turn you stupid. You had turned so helplessly horny at Kelly speaking the language, like he had turned on a switch in you that made you squeeze your thighs together so you didn’t leak out. He would watch with a twinkle in his eyes as you squirmed at his voice, waiting for you to pounce on him.

“Mon petit canard vient de rentrer. Je me rappellerai bientôt. Au revoir.” (my little duck just got home. I will call again soon. Goodbye.”)You bit your lip as you saw him turn to look at you, knowing you had been eavesdropping on the conversation you didn’t understand. “Are you going to stand there with our groceries or put them away?” He teased you knowing you had gotten caught up in listening agajn.

Pouting you moved into the kitchen with him, starting to put away the food from the grocery store run you had made. Your mind thinking back to the words you overheard and had no meaning other than making you very wet.

“Can you speak French well I put away the groceries? You can hand me stuff and tell me the word for it.” You asked your boyfriend. Kelly rolled his eyes at you, thinking that you had lost your mind, “C’mon, please. You know how much I like it.” Putting on your begging face you gave him your best pout to try to sway him to do your bidding.

“You want me to talk about the fruit you bought? If I say les pommes you’re going to get wet over the apples.” he teased but he also wasn’t wrong. You could already feel the way your belly was tightening in need. “How about you speak some french to me? Tu parles français? (You speak French?)” The way he was looking at you with amusement in his eyes didn't help the situation. Kelly could get mean when he was teasing you and you saw that was coming, “Pourquoi es-tu si excitée par mon français ?(Why do you get so turned on by my french?) Laisseriez-vous un homme au hasard vous baiser s'il parlait français ?( Would you let a random man fuck you if he was speaking French?)” he was reaching for his cigarettes on the counter chuckling at you.

“Don’t laugh at what turns me on. That’s so rude.” you arranged the fruit in the bowl, watching as he leaned against the counter. He seemed so at ease, so sure of himself, it was part of what turned you on.how confident Kelly was in who he was.

“Everything turns you on. I can’t even speak without you dragging me to the bedroom.” Shaking your head you gave him a look letting him know that he had annoyed you. But Kelly had turned away, his back to you cleaning up a few dishes in the sink so he didn’t see the look that you were giving him before you left the room.

You shut the door behind you, frustrated at Kelly teasing you. He didn’t do it to be a jackass but maybe he was right about you asking him to speak French so much when you couldn't say anything back to him.

Pulling off the dress you were wearing you tossed it in the hamper, climbing into bed in just your underwear you laid back. Horny and frustrated that your boyfriends wouldn’t indulge you. All you wanted was him to speak a little French to you. The way that he rolled out the words in such a deep tone. A groan of appreciation for the man's voice escaped your lips, your hand sliding over your stomach. Letting your hand slide over the mound covered in silky fabric. You had already gotten so wet that the panties you were wearing needed to be peeled off, the sticky wetness between your legs begging for you to touch it.

If Kelly wasn’t going to take care of you then you would have to take care of yourself. You lifted your butt off the bed, sliding the panties off your legs. Almost embarrassed as you laid back, bending your legs and spreading them. You rested your hand over yourself, running your middle finger over the slickness.Your other hand tugging a nipple taunt, a soft sigh of satisfaction escaping your lips.

Your left hand slid two fingers over your clit rubbing in counterclock motion, pressing against the ball of nerves as your hips pushed up needy for more.The groan of pleasure came out of your mouth again. Your right hand slid down over your body feeling the slickness of your pussy, asking to be filled. Two of your fingers slid into your greedy body, sliding into your wetness; another moan left the back of your throat as your head rolled back on the pillow.

Pants of pleasure were leaving your mouth as you worked your own body thinking of the way Kelly’s mouth looked as he talked. The way he puckered his lips, his tongue sliding to wet his lips to get more words out. The image of him making your body need him more, the slippery sweetness sliding around your fingers and down your ass and thighs as you thought of your boyfriend.

“Est-ce que tu es mauvais ici?” (Are you being bad in here?) the door opened and you blushed. Kelly had heard you moaning and had caught you in a vulnerable position. Your legs were spread wide, your hand spread over your clit as you two fingers stayed inside of your body, frozen in embarrassment that he had walked in on you.

Kelly licked his lips, taking in the sight of you spread out before him like his own personal buffet. Walking over to the bed slowly he shook his head at you making your blush deepen. He reached out a hand for you to give him something.

“Regarde toi! Je parle un peu français et tu te mouilles.” (look at you! I speak a little French and you get wet.” Kelly tsked at you, walking into the bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him.

The sight of him was just working you up more. You wanted him between your legs fucking you, whispering all sorts of things in your ear as his cock filled you. Bouncing on him with your juices flowing over his cock. Your hips bounced up at the idea of him between them working your body. It was like every part of your body wasn’t yours anymore, every inch wanted Kelly and was reacting to the idea.

“Donne- toi ta main.” (Give me your hand.) You looked confused, not sure what he was saying to you but loving how the words vibrated through your body. You could feel the way your pussy squeezed around your own fingers, your horny brain not letting you think. He held his hand out still and moved the hand off your clit to give it to him, “Non, l’autre.” His head moved to motion to the hand between your legs

A blush was on your face as you realized what he wanted. You slid out your two fingers from your core, strings of your cum attached from the tips of your fingers to the wetness of your mound. You watched Kelly, licking his lip as he grabbed your wrist, thinking you were moving too slow, bringing your hand to his mouth. His tongue darted out swiping over teh wetness of your fingers, giving a groan of satisfaction as he tasted you on your own fingers. He moved his mouth over them, sucking each digit clean of your wetness.

“Il est temps que mes doigts te remplissent.” (Time for my fingers to fill you) he shifted so he was between your legs, pushing your thighs a little further apart. You bucked up against him, watching the way a smile slid out on the side of his face. “Tu es une pute, mon petit canard.” (you are a whore, my little duck) the man spit on your pussy, his fingers using it as lubrication as he rubbed your clit. A strangled moan came out of your mouth.

Kelly’s fingers did things to you that you didn’t think was possible. The way they moved in a turning pattern inside of you, turning towards your belly button inside of you, curling and rubbing inside of you at the spot that had your legs shaking. He kept his eyes on your pussy, his fingers swirling inside of you well, his other hand rested on top of your stomach, his thumb lazily playing your clit in time with the movements of his fingers.

He kept pulling his fingers out, scissoring ner your entrance and watching the way your wetness was sticky strands around him. He loved seeing how wet and excited you got from him. As much as he teased you about liking him speaking French so much he loved knowing he could make your body react like this.

"Veux-tu que je te baise avec ma langue?” (do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?) His eyes were on you and you knew that he was asking you a question. You couldn’t respond between the strangled moans of pleasure and cried out. Luckily for you he took this as confirmation you did want his tongue to work for you.

Kelly wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you forward and licking his lips with wicked glee. Keeping your legs open and. It was hard not squeezing his head between your thighs and riding his face to have your orgasm. Kelly seemed to notice the way your legs were butterflying and slid his hands up to hold them up. His tongue sliding up, doing a lap around your drizzling cunt, kissing your clitoris like it was the start and finish line.

“Tu as le goût du paradis.” (you taste like heaven) He was hungrily licking you, his tongue dipping into your body, exploring the intimate part of you, lapping at your greedy little cunt as he purred out compliments in French.

You gripped his hair, hand sliding into the black locks and fisting your boyfriend's head. Pushing your hips up to get his tongue deeper into you, rolling your hips so that you could make his tongue explore all the hidden spots. You moaned loudly, pushing your thighs against his hands as your orgasm came through you. Kelly’s hands would leave bruises on your soft thighs from the pressure of holding you in place.

He looked up at you, eyes peeking out between your legs before sitting up, wiping your wetness from his mouth and chin with a Cheshire Cat-like grin splitting across his face.

“Vas-tu mieux maintenant, mon petit canard?” (all better now, my little duck) His wicked grin knowing he was just starting you all up again.

“You must still be hungry.” You said giving him a death look. Kelly kisses your inner thigh, sending you another one of his looks.

“J’ai toujours faim de toi.” (I am always hungry for you) You felt his mouth dip lower and gripped the sheets knowing you were in for a long afternoon.

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partr1dge · 3 years

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In The Back

Lavender Brown x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral (reader receiving) and exhibition kink.

(Not proofread!)

Summary: I suck at summary’s but Lavender just eats you out in the back of the great hall during the Yule ball

The Yule ball is moved up to 7th year so reader and Lavender are of age.

Smut under the cut!

"Almost ready?" Lavender asked you, as she slipped on her white heels, "We've got to hurry."

"Almost!" You shouted from the bathroom where you were putting on your short light pink dress, "Eh, how do I look?" You asked as you stepped out of the bathroom. Lavender looked up at you, face turning into a full smile.

"Wonderful." She spoke, standing up from where she was sitting on your trunk, walking to you, "Perfect." She pulled you into a kiss, wanting more than just a kiss but you pulled away.

"Thought you said we have to hurry?"

"Ugh," she groaned, grabbing your hand, "Cmon let's go." She grabbed your hand and led you to the Great hall.

You and Lavender looked up, only seeing it as if it was an ice castle or something. She turned to you and grabbed your face, pulling you into a kiss.

"Keep the kissing to a minimum please." Harry groaned, "Some of us don't have a date." He walked past you both. You let out a laugh and shook your head.

"Shall I have this dance?"

"You shall." Lavender grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor. Since you both got there late there was already rock and roll music rather than slow romantic music. You wanted more slow music but the music now will do.

Luckily, you and Lavender wore shorter dresses, for two reasons. One being, nobody will accidentally step on your dresses and two beings, easier to get off for later. Of course, it was Lavender's idea.

As the music played you grind down on each other, occasionally kissing each other. After a good thirty minutes, you both were insanely tired and your feet ached from dancing in heels. Your blonde girlfriend grabbed your hand and led you to one of the back tables of the Great Hall where barely anybody was.

"Shit, my feet hurt like a bitch." You sighed, grabbing the drink that was on the table. You took a sip before putting it back on the table. Lavender grabbed it too, taking a sip, "Oh, by the way, that isn't mine I'm just really thirsty."

Lavender spit it out back into the cup and wiped her mouth, "Seriously Y/N? Do you wanna get sick or something?"

"Depends, would you take care of me?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. Leaning in you kissed her, a small kiss but instead of pulling away, she grabbed your neck, pulling you closer. You grabbed her waist, holding it tight before she finally pulled away, when she did you let out a little bit of a whine. Embarrassed, you clasped your hand over your mouth.

"No baby," She stroked your hair, "Let me take care of you know, yeah?"

"I'm not sick but who am I to deny that." You smirked, right as you were about to stand up she pushed you back down. "Lav–"

"Let me take care of you, here." She smiled, pulling you into a kiss, "You ok with that?" You nodded quickly, "Words only baby, you know that."

"Y-yes Lav." You mumbled, pulling her into a kiss, wrapping your arm around her neck.

She kissed back, biting your lower lip before pulling back. She grabbed a random fork that had pieces of cake left, throwing it onto the cold floor. You looked at her in confusion before she lowered herself under the table. You knew exactly where she was going with this.

She pulled your seat closer to the table so the cloth was covering your whole lap, only for up the waist can be seen. She moved your dress up to uncover your already soaked panties.

"Already? I've barely done anything." Lavender teased from under the table. You giggled a bit before gasping at the feeling of Lavender pushing her fingers against your clothed clit.

Already feeling needy, you moved your hands into lavenders curls. You grabbed her curls, fisting them in your hand as she continued to kiss your inner thighs and time from time, rubbing your panties. "Love, please." You begged quietly, wrapping your arms over her shoulders.

"Be patient, I admiring your body baby." She praised, making you wetter than you were before, "You like that, don't you? Being told how beautiful you are?"

"Lav," you softly moaned, throwing your head back. She finally grabbed the waistband of your underwear, pulling them to your ankles, removing them completely. You opened your eyes again and looked around to make sure nobody noticed that your girlfriend was going down on you right now. Sure, you were embarrassed but the thought of someone possibly seeing you made you needier for the blonde.

She attached her mouth onto your clit, sucking on it ever so gently. Massaging your thick thighs as she licked your cunt. You tried to stifle your moans by using your mouth, it worked sometimes but a few slipped out. You were concreted on the table as if you had a headache so nobody would suspect anything.

"Hey Y/N!" You heard Cedric call from behind you, "What's wrong? The music too much?" He asked, resting his hand on your shoulder. You shook her head quickly.

"N-Nope, all good—oh god." Lavender had stuck two digits into you, slowly pumping them in and out, "Maybe it is a little loud," you laughed a bit, hoping to cover up your small gasps.

"Oh, maybe you and Lavender can go back to the dorm together? Speaking of her, where is she?"

"S-she's in the bathroom." You stuttered over your words as she continued her movements but quickening them.

"Oh, well I might be able to get them to tone it down a bit." He smiled before walking away. You let a little louder than usual moan. Lavender switched from her fingers to her tongue. Fucking you with her tongue as you fisted your hands in her hair.

You felt that familiar knot in your stomach as she continued to fuck you with her tongue. "L-lav, I'm close." You mumbled as you clenched your thighs around her head.

"Go ahead, let go for me, baby." She mumbled in your cunt, sending the last needed of vibrations to your bundle of nerves, making you completely let go. You leaned your head back, catching your breath as you came down from your high.

Lavender picked up the dirty fork from beside her before getting up from under the table. Grabbing a napkin and wiping your juices from her face.

"Good girl." She breathed out, putting down the napkin and pulling you into another kiss. You could taste yourself as you kissed her, leaning more into it. She placed a hand on your cheek, pulling you closer if possible.

"We get it, you too are in love." You heard a voice from behind you groan. You both turned to see Ron, "and don't think we don't know that she went down on you Y/N." He spoke, reaching in between your both grabbing his drink, "You guys didn't drink from this right?"

"Nope! We didn't." Lavender smiled, turning to you. He hummed before walking away.

"Lav!"

"Y/N!"

"Now, be a good girl and go down on me, yeah?" Lavender asked.

"Not here, let's go back to the dorms." You murmured, "Don't wanna get caught and get detention."

"You can eat me out anywhere, I don't mind."

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truglori · 3 years

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Homebody (Ch.6)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

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Sidenote: I’ve been hooked on this song and feel like it fits the vibe for this chapter but it is optional to listen to...enjoy!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick OC

Warning: Language, smoking, freaky thangs..

Erik glanced at the digital clock in his car. It was almost four in the morning. The job was done and with the help of Cane they were able to get out of there in one piece. Shaking his head he laughed to himself. He still couldn’t believe it when he saw Alexis with Shawn.

It wasn’t hard to believe but it did fuck him up a bit. In reality Erik didn’t know why he was surprised. After getting to know about Alexis he knew she was always chasing the next bag. Even if it meant coming up off of another nigga.

Out of the nine months they messed around she was always the one pressing him to take their relationship to the next step. She was the one that tried to tie their names together in the streets. It was always her putting forth the effort. Then it was shit like what he saw tonight that had cause Erik to have trust issues.

But was that something he could even judge her for? Of course not. He didn’t put a title on her and vice versa. All this did was make him come to the realization that she was never down for him. Only what he could do for her.

With all of these ideas going through his head the last thing Erik wanted to do was be alone. His mind was filling up with negative thoughts. Mainly about how the situation could’ve went bad if he would have acted on his feelings. Erik’s mood switched and he wanted to see the one person who he knew could change that.

Hoping she picked up,Erik sat nervously as the other end of the phone began to ring. If she didn’t answer he would have no other choice but to drown himself in a few blunts and a fifth of Hennessy.

She answered on the fourth ring.

“Hello.” Her soft voice came through the speaker. It sounded like she was wide awake.

He relaxed in his seat feeling a relief. “What you still doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep. What about you? Everything okay?”

Erik could hear the worry in her tone. He half smiled. That was something she always did, she cared about him.

“Yeah I’m good.” He paused. “Listen I know this might be a stretch but do you think you could sneak out pass your brother and come meet me. I know it sounds-“ Erik was rambling. Something he never did.

Amiyah cut him off with a light giggle. “Erik I could meet up with you. I’m not at my apartment I’m staying with a friend.”

Erik’s brows drew together with a slight look of confusion. It was four in the morning and she wasn’t home. That was the first Erik ever heard of knowing how his friend is about his sister. But he didn’t ponder over the thought.

“Okay well send me the address and I’ll pull up.” He put her on speaker waiting for her to reply as he pulled up the gps on his phone.

“65 Lafayette Ave.” Amiyah answered with a controlled smile. Not wanting to seem eager to see him.

It was a fifteen minute drive from where Erik was.

“Alright I’ll call you when I’m there.”

“Okay, see you Erik.”

“Aight mamas.”

Amiyah jumped off the couch and crept to her friends bathroom. Turning on the light she saw her appearance and immediately cringed. Her eyes were still red and puffy from her tears. Face covered in faint runny eye liner. Her hair was fuzzy and wild. She was in no condition to go see Erik the way she looked.

Grabbing a face cloth from her friends cabinet she ran it under warm water before sitting it on her face and letting it rest against her skin. Amiyah sighed at the sensation. Wiping her face she made sure she got every inch of coverage before she checked other areas of her body to make sure she smelled fresh.

She gave her hair a few pass overs with a brush to make it at least somewhat presentable. Glancing over herself in the mirror she felt satisfied and exited the bathroom. Going back to the couch she was crashing on she put on a white tank top and paired it with a pair of grey sweats. Throwing a jean jacket on she slipped on her UGG slippers and waited silently.

When her phone rung this early in the morning she thought it would be her brother calling to apologize but instead it was Erik. She knew for sure it was her mind playing tricks on her but when she answered and heard his voice butterflies filled her stomach. After the date Amiyah figured she had to wait until she seen him in person again to make contact with him but when he called asking her to hangout this later she couldn’t decline.

It wasn’t too long before her phone lit up with a text notification. Erik was letting her know that he was waiting for her outside. Getting up and checking her face one last time by the mirror Kelley had next to the front door she flipped her hair over her shoulder and snuck out the front door. When she got on the porch she seen his Infinity waiting in the middle of the street unbothered with any traffic coming through.

She watched as he got out but stayed by his vehicle. Doing a quick glance over at his face Amiyah noticed the stress in his eyes. It was as if they were filled with the emotion of hurt. No wonder he called asking to see her this late. He needed comfort. Walking up to him she went straight for a hug. The way he taught her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he did her waist.

Amiyah felt him breathe out an air of ease. His body slouching over on hers and she would let him as long as he wanted just to take away his troubles. She closed her eyes as they quietly embraced each other’s body. It was a comfortable silence. From the way they held on to each other it was obvious that they very much missed one another.

“Why you so good to me ma?” Erik whispered in her ear not letting her out of his hold yet.

Speaking truthfully in their current position of vulnerability she replied. “Because I care about you. I want you to be happy.”

Erik closed his eyes hearing the words escape from her mouth. She was making it hard for him to keep up with his ‘not trusting women’ demeanor. The way she was holding onto his body had him rethinking himself. Her nails grazing lightly on the back of his neck was driving him insane. She knew all the right things to say and do to him without even trying.

Amiyah had him open whenever they were together and she didn’t even know it. Erik finally released her body. Now staring down at her soft round face he couldn’t help himself. Dragging his hands over her love handles he pulled her towards him as bent down giving her two pecks on her lips softly. Her arms still wrapped around his neck. When Erik pulled away he seen that her eyes were still shut. Biting his bottom lip he went back in giving her a full kiss this time with a slight pull on her lower lip every now and then.

Feeling himself in the moment his hands traveled resting above her ass. Not wanting to disrespect her he asked in between indulging in her lips and taking breaks to get air for her permission.

“Can..I..touch..it?” His voice spoke lowly between pecks.

Amiyah nodded while she brought her left hand down to his cheek. She was getting better since their last kiss and her body was becoming more comfortable with his.

Seeing that she didn’t deny him access his hands continued their adventure further south. When his hands finally reached the bottom of her soft flesh he cuffed and squeezed each cheek firmly before caressing it to soothe the slight pain he may have caused.

Amiyah moaned in his mouth from the feeling. It was the first time she was ever been touched like that by a man down there. His hands felt rough but soft at the same time. The way he would grip each ass cheek and pulling on them she felt her second pair of lips separate from the action. But it was the way he rubbed it after he squeezed them that made her drip with anticipation.

Pulling away from each other they were able to get some air. By this time Erik was ready to devour her and make her body shake beneath his but he knew she wasn’t ready for that yet. She wouldn’t know how to act or what to do if he gave her what his body was craving to do to her. Feeling his dick on semi-hard he shifted himself. All of this just from kissing and touching on her. Erik wanted her bad.

“Let’s go get out of here?” His voice broke the sexual tension.

Timid and nervously looking back at her friends house she turned to face him.” To go where?”

Erik shrugged his shoulders.” I don’t know I’ll find something. Just ride with me.” He spoke before he could think finding himself doing something he thought he would never do.” Please.” He begged.

Biting her lip to hold back her smile she nodded as her hands fell from around his neck but not before getting a feel of his sturdy hard abs through his shirt. Erik felt the slick action and smirked.

“Aight let’s go.” He kissed her one last time and then patted her butt and walked her to the passenger side. He opened her door and watched as she got in safely.

Inside the car they rode around with nothing but Erik’s playlist playing lowly in the background. Amiyah’s hand rested in his right hand as his left hand gripped the steering wheel driving. Every other minute Erik would bring the back of her hand up his lips and kiss it while still paying attention to the road. No matter how many times he done it Amiyah would blush every single time. If she was lighter you would definitely see the redness in her face.

It was about twenty minutes later when Erik found a secluded area underneath the highway bridge . Around them was nothing but empty parked construction trucks and signs to let people know that work was getting done. Nearby that was a small basketball court where some of the city kids would play on. Then there was the lights from the bridge above that gave them somewhat of a illumination in the car.

Shutting the car off Erik leaned his seat back with his electric lever before resting against it. His fingers still intertwined with Amiyah’s. He watched as she did everything but look in his direction. Erik could read her body language and see that she was nervous. His thumb stroke the back of her hand to give her some reassurance.

“You okay?” He asked softly.

“Yeah. I’m good.” She gazed down in her lap before making eye contact.

Amiyah was nervous. How could she not be with her being in a closed off area with a man as fine as Erik sitting next to her holding her hand. He was touching her so tenderly. Her body reacted to each stroke of his fingers.

“Miyah if you not comfortable don’t ever hesitate to tell me. I care more about your security in your safety than me wanting to chill with you.” His unselfish nature was revealing itself with every word.

She smiled at his kindness. “I feel safe with you. It’s just some times you make me nervous.” She replied picking at the imaginary cotton lint on her sweats.

His lips curled into a smile. “Why I make you nervous?” He asked as his free hand swiped down his waves repeatedly.

Rolling her eyes Amiyah knew this question was coming next. He knew exactly how he made her nervous. The evidence clear in how her body react to him.

“I don’t know maybe it’s the way you look at me.”

There was something about being alone in this car with him that made Amiyah real honest.

His eyes danced up and down her body. Amiyah caught the gesture.

Smacking her lips. “See it’s you doing stuff like that.” She blurted out with a straight face.

He gripped her hand lightly when she made him laugh. To Erik most of the women he been with in the past was either too serious or boring but with Amiyah she was always able to get a smile out of him. From any tiny thing she did naturally it made him laugh or at least get him to smile.

“I mean I could think of something that might have you relaxed a little bit but I’m not sure you even mess with that type of shit.”

She looked at him confused.” What you mean?”

“You smoke?” He asked bluntly.

She laughed. “I’ve done it a few times when Durk wasn’t around but I’m no pro.”

Erik nodded his head head releasing her hand as he went to his middle compartment pulling out his stash. He needed a blunt after today and the one that he already had rolled up wasn’t going to do him enough justice. Taking out the one that was pre-rolled he handed it to her.

“Hold that.”

She grabbed it bringing it to her nose smell the rolled plant. Amiyah liked the way this weed smell. It wasn’t overpowering like the one Durk usually had. She observed the blunt giggling about how fat it was.

“Why is it so big?” She asked laughing.

“What the blunt or something else?” His lips smirked.

Amiyah figured she walked herself into that one. She rolled her eyes.

“No I’m just messing with you that’s just how I like mine. Can’t be fucking with no skimpy blunts now.” He smiled. Over in his seat he was rolling up two more.

After getting them rolled he grabbed his lighter from his cup holder and sparked it up. Taking a deep pull with his lips he allowed the smoke to invade his lungs for five slow seconds before exhaling. His body leaned back becoming relaxed.

Amiyah watched as he took another. He looked so good right now in his most laidback state. One hand behind his head and the other holding the blunt to his lips. She bit her lip as the smoke filled up the car. She was already feeling a contact high.

He handed over the lit blunt and watch her grasp it with the end of her nails. Erik smiled as he sat quietly watching her switch the blunt between both hands trying to get comfortable with it.

“Don’t burn my weed out.” He joked.

“Shut up Erik.” Amiyah giggled taking her first hit.

Coughing she realized she hit it too hard. Turning towards her window her balled up fist went up to her mouth as she coughed her lungs out before smacking on her chest. She handed the blunt back to Erik who was laughing.

“You good?”

She shook her head and cough one last time. Her eyes watering a bit from all of the straining.

“Damn I should’ve warned you first. My bad baby.” His hand went to her back and rubbed it.

Amiyah was already feeling high. If it wasn’t from the huge hit she took than it definitely had to be from the gas that filled the car. Her baby lungs not used to the intoxicating aroma easily gave in. She expected that to happen but she didn’t expect for her pussy to become wet. The last few times she smoked alone it just gave her a quick high and the munchies. This was different. She could feel her pussy drip and become sticky as she squirmed around in her seat trying to hide it.

The blunt found its way back to Erik’s lips. His eyes began to get lower with every hit that he took from it. He wasn’t his highest but he felt his body getting comfortable. His leg slightly rocking from side to side. He watched her body respond to the weed. She was already gone and he knew it. Erik seen her squirm in the seat and watch her thighs clenched together.

“This shit make you wanna fuck, don’t it?” No longer responsible for the words coming out of his mouth he let the burning ashes fall into the ashtray. He started up the second blunt.

Amiyah surprised from his statement but turned on at the same time giggled as her boldness level went up the more intoxicated she became.

“Something like that.” She stared in his low eyes with hers.

She was becoming brave. Her mouth was definitely trying to write a check she couldn’t cash. Even though she never had sex before Amiyah still knew what it felt like to be horny. Her body was craving for him touch her and hold her the way he did a while ago when they were outside. Amiyah wanted his big hands rubbing on her booty the way they did before.

Erik sucked in his bottom lip. His deep dimples showed from the action. She was testing him. Erik was definitely pressed from the way she was looking at him. He knew that there was no way he could fuck her in his car. But he wanted to badly. He wanted to have her dripping cum right on his leather seats. He wanted to watch her tremble and moan as he stretched her tight pussy out pinning her down by her thick thighs giving her what she thought she could handle. Erik longed to dig deep in the pussy as he hit the spots that’ll make her cry and gave her no choice but to come back to him every time she desired for them to be touched.

Taking a pull from the second blunt he returned the gaze. The smoke leaving his lips going into the direction of her face. He watched her bite her lip.

“You lookin like you wanna do something now.” He had to start applying some pressure to put her back in her place.

Shyly looking out the windshield Amiyah laughed. The weed was making her extra giggly for no reason. But she couldn’t deny that how she was feeling was from her own lust as well. She felt a warm hand grab her by the chin turning her head back in her previous direction. Erik was looking at her waiting for to respond.

“Maybe I do.” She replied with her eyes shifting down to the bulge in his black joggers she noticed a while ago. She was no longer playing it safe.

Erik’s hooded eyes followed hers. He smirked. The hand that was holding her chin swiftly went to her throat. He massaged the flesh delicately. He couldn’t help it, grabbing a woman’s neck became a kink of his not to long ago. The way that they would instantly get wet and go into submissive mode turned him on and Erik could easily tell that she was one of those that got turned on by it as well.

Amiyah felt her pussy throbbing. His hand around her like that made her panties moist. She loved it most when he gripped giving her a light squeeze. Her nipples hardening poking through her shirt as she moaned.

“Get in the backseat then.” He released her.

Her eyes gave a quick glance towards the back before looking at him.

“Now?” She breathed out heavily.

“You scared mama?” He teased her softly.

Sending him a ‘yeah right’ look she climbed to the back. Taking off her jean jacket she sat it in the front before she folded her arms resting her back against the chair.

Erik watched through the rear view mirror. He was actually surprised that she had the courage to go back there. Taking the last blunt and lighter he got out the car and opened the back door slipping inside. Putting the objects in his hand in the pouch behind the driver seat he took off his hoodie revealing a black wifebeater shirt.

Amiyah sitting on the opposite side calmed her nerves. She mentally thank God that she shaved down there two nights before. She did not want the first time she allowed a man to see her down there to be met with a bush. There was nothing wrong with having hair but she would have been insecure about it.

After getting settled Erik turned his body sideways. He reached behind him locking the door as he leaned against it.

“C’mere.”

Nervous but eager Amiyah shimmied her way to his side. His hands helping her out guiding her to sit down on his lap facing him. He gripped on her thigh throwing it over his legs so she can straddling him and had the other hanging off the seat. Not wanting to put all of her weight on him Amiyah put the pressure on her legs.

Erik sensed this. He opened her legs wider which caused her to sit on him fully. An inward growl went through his lips as he felt the weight from her ass sitting on his heavy member.

“Erik I’m too heavy.” She complained.

“You think I’m worried about that?” His voice dripping with lust as he attacked her neck.

Erik’s hands went to groping her body. He kissed and sucked until he discovered the spot that made her body shudder. It was under her jaw line. He stayed there sucking on the area leaving a mark not giving a damn about her brother being able to see it later.

Amiyah’s wide hips wiggle around on top of him as she threw her head back giving him better access. Hormones going out of control she couldn’t stop her hands from traveling to his print as she gripped it firmly.

Erik’s body jumped as he grabbed her hand taking it off his dick. He pulled his lips from her neck to observe her. The way she tried to put her hand back on him she looked anxious for some way to release the sexual adrenaline taking over her body. Erik chuckled as he held her wrists strongly.

“Damn baby you can’t be gripping my dick like you tryna snatch that shit off my body.” His voice now raspy from the smoke session.

Embarrassed, Amiyah bent her head down hiding it in his neck. Of course she would grip him too hard. She didn’t know what she was doing. Trying to not seem like the amateur she was ended up having her looking stupid. The moment was ruined.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

“Here I got an idea. Turn around.” He rubbed her back waiting on her to move.

Following his command she changed her body to go the other way. She was now sitting between his legs with her back against his chest. Thankfully his seats were big enough to hold the both of them comfortably in that position.

Amiyah felt his fingers tug at the hem of her sweats. Questionably glancing at him she wondered what he was about to do to her next.

“You trust me?” Erik asked with his face next to hers.

“Yeah.”

“Then lift up and take these off.” He tugged again.

Hesitant Amiyah allowed him to pull the clothing down with her help kicking them off her ankles. Now she was exposed. In nothing but her tank top and black cotton hipster panties she felt the air brush over her thighs. Feeling her high start to come down she requested to start a new rotation.

“Can we light the last one?”

“It’s in there.” Erik pointed to the pouch where he put the lighter and the blunt in.

Reaching inside she felt around before she retrieved it. As she lit the blunt she felt Erik kiss on her neck and rub on her thighs. His full lips making her moan and rest her body on his. Taking a hit from the weed with ease this time she was able to inhale it much smoother. Her lungs filled up as it brought her back to cloud nine.

“Here you go.” She passed it to him but he didn’t take it with his hands. Erik leaned forward and let her place it in his mouth. Holding it for him as he took a few pulls she studied the way he did it and then proceeded to copy him when it was her turn. The rotation went like that before it was finished.

Erik fondled her thick thighs. Starting on the outside and working his way to the inner where her warmth resided. She laid her hands on top of his to have some sort of control but Erik didn’t like that. He knew what he was doing and didn’t need any help.

“Move ya hand.” His voice barked.

Her hands left as quickly as they met his.

“Don’t touch anything unless I tell you to. You hear me?”

“Okay.” Shakiness in her voice as her breathing picked up.

“Okay what?” He gripped underneath her knees pulling her thighs apart roughly.

“Okay Erik.”

“Un uh. It’s daddy when it’s just me and you from now on.” His lips tickled her ears as he spoke giving her future reference.

“Kay, daddy.” She moaned.

Amiyah closed her eyes. Her body kept squirming around. She was waiting and anticipated on getting her body played with. When her legs opened she felt the cool air reach her damp underwear.

Looking down between her legs he bit his lip seeing her phat pussy showing through her panties. The lower lips spilling out on the sides as the damp wet stain sat from her natural essence. His hands gripped and rubbed the inner thigh area that was closest to her treasure as he asked for her permission once again.

“Can daddy play in this pussy?”

Her wet lips parted. Amiyah nodded her head that was leaning back in his shoulder. Yearning his touch and super horny out of her mind she’d allow him to do whatever he wanted to her.

“Yes daddy.” Her voice was as soft as angel.

Hearing her words of confirmation Erik’s hand introduced itself to her pussy for the first time. He cupped the area. Her covered mound was giving off a heat that let him know that she was ready. His fingers grazed up and down the thick slit which caused her body to jerk. He did this repeatedly to make her aroused.

“Phat ass pussy.” We’re the only words that escaped his lips as it left him mesmerized. She was the first female he been with that had one so full and healthy. It felt amazing on his hand even if he wasn’t touching it quite yet.

Pulling the black piece of cloth to the side Erik revealed her vulva that was covered in her natural juices. Taking his fingers he used her lubricant swiping up and down the slit feeling her body tense up.

“Relax mama.” He kissed behind her ear as he held her in place with his left arm.

Bringing his other arm around her he reached down spreading the thick lips as a clear string of liquid appeared when the flesh pulled apart. This was a different type of wetness he was experiencing at the moment. Taking the pad of his middle finger of his free hand he patted on the bud that was now hardened.

Amiyah’s hips jerk from the sensation. Her hand clutched his forearm to stop him, keeping the foreign feeling from over taking her body. Her legs moving around as she scooted into his chest.

“Don’t you play with this pussy when you alone?” He asked as his finger tips teased the areas around her clit.

“Yes.” Eyes still closed with her hands gripping his arms as she felt every stroke of his hand.

“Yes, what?” He corrected her.

Sucking in her bottom lip. “Yes, daddy.”

“Then let me have a turn.” One of his hands grasped her fupa affectionately pulling her body into his to make her relax.

Whe she laid back Erik was able to get a better view. He spread the lips open once more. Massaging her clit lightly in a circular motion with his pointy and middle fingers. He watch her thrust her hips on his hand to feel more. Keeping up with his movements he pressed down firmly stimulating the bud before he let a finger enter her tight wet opening. Giving a low groan he drew in his top lip when he felt her grip him him from the intrusion. The pussy was too tight.

“Damn you ain’t been letting nobody up in this huh?” He cooed in her ear pushing further with a single finger going deeper.

“Unh Uh.” Amiyah whimpered out snapping her thighs closed when she felt him slip inside her.

He took the hand that wasn’t trapped between her legs and opened them. Bringing it up to her chin he made her look him in the eye. “Ima go slow..ight.”

Amiyah nervously agreed. There was plenty of times where she masturbated but she never fingered herself only clitorial stimulation. So when she felt Erik push his finger inside her, her body reacted by closing her legs. It was strange feeling but it made her wetter.

Erik didn’t waste no time as he warmed her up by playing with her clit. He wanted to make sure she was as wet as possible before she experienced any penetration so he continued to rub her there. Bringing his fingers up to her breast he flicked her nipples with his thumb through her tank top to help her climax.

The combination had Amiyah’s chest heaving up and down. She was close and ready to cum. The pressure he applied on her clit felt so good. Her hand reached for the seat clawing the material as she let him make her body come undone. Her mouth opened as her pants and whimpers became audible.

“Daddyy...I’m cumin.” She whimpered softly backing away from the stimulation.

Erik followed not letting up on her. “Lemme see you cum then. Pretty ass.” He kissed her blocking out her moans.

Amiyah’s body shook as she felt his lips. She came right there. Essence dripping down on the seat in front of her. It was like a domino effect. He controlled her body. Her clit was now sensitive but Erik continued to knead the button. Whenever she played with herself she able to get one and that’s it. She never tried to do more than that but Erik was pushing her for another.

“I want another one and then I’m done.”

His eyes were still red and low from the weed. When she came on his fingers Erik was captivated from the sight. The way her lips parted. How she grasped onto the seats searching for something to hold on to. It made his body heat up with excitement knowing that he did that. Every little thing he observed had him becoming fascinated with her.

This time he wanted to make her cum a different way. His middle finger danced around her hole making sure it was coated from her wetness before he pushed inside her tight puss. Erik felt her clench on his finger as he gently massaged her walls. Every time he would pull out she would suck him back in. He watched her face contort no longer able to control herself.

“Mm this shit tight.” He groaned affirmations in her ear as his finger stroked her at a steady pace.

When the words left his mouth Amiyah glanced down to witness his assault on her pussy. Her body was aching for more. The in and out motion with just a single digit wasn’t enough. Her pussy wanted to be stretched.

“More.” She pleaded spreading her legs wider.

“You sure?” Erik asked wanting her to be certain.

“Yess.” Amiyah stuttered.

Drawing his fingers up to lips he opened his mouth tasting her sweet juices. Erik bit his lip feeling a strong urge to bend her over and eat her from behind. But right now it was about her. He had her body feeling good and he wanted to keep it that way.

After getting his fingers soaked he placed them back in front of her pussy. Taking his time he slowly thrusted both his middle and ring finger in stretching her creamy hole.She was so wet a sloshing sound came from her opening. Her jaw dropped as he filled her up. His thick fingers moving in and out. When he felt the spongy area at the top he swiped back and forth against it using the ‘ come here’ motion.

Her hips doing the same as before began to scoot back away from the sensation. Erik holding her by her waist kept her still.

“Stop runnin and put that pussy on me.” Lips sucking on her neck creating another passion mark as his deep voice muttered.

She was running. From the minute Amiyah felt him tapping on that spot that she didn’t know was there she wanted to escape his hold. His strong hand kept her spread eagle by her knee making her take the pleasure he was giving to her. Feeling her legs shake from his repeated tender abuse she grabbed his hand. Her belly began to tighten and cramp. Soon the vibrations she felt on her lower half traveled throughout her whole body. She was convulsing on his fingers.

“Fuckk.” The profanity spewed out her mouth for the first time as she squirted on the seat.

Erik continued attacking her g-spot before she aggressively pushed his hand away. Laughing he saw her shaking her head while her hands went to her thighs to try and stop them from trembling. Her breast moving up and down from her rough breathing as she finally spoke.

“No more.” Her voice quivered.

Erik’s low chuckled filled the vehicle . “You done mama?”

Quickly nodded her head she cover her pussy with her panties and moved to the other side of the car. She was sensitive and overstimulated. Her body couldn’t endure anymore.

“I can’t Erik. It’s too much.” Sitting on her knees she slapped her hand on her thighs that were still shaking.

“Ight fine I’m done. But come give me a kiss.” His lips smirk satisfied with how the night was ending.

Amiyah complied with his orders. Straddling him again this time not feeling insecure she leaned and gave him a kiss. His mouth dominating hers lips. Erik slapped her left ass cheek leaving a sting. She moaned into his mouth.

“Ouch daddy.” She whined softly as she sucked on his bottom lip lightly before releasing it.

Erik’s dick jumped. “I’ma give you something for that mouth if you keep using it like that.” His eyes studying her lips.

Blushing she laid on top of him. Her head in the crook of his neck. Amiyah closed her eyes when she felt his fingers making traces on her back. They both held each other enjoying the peaceful silence. Wiping the condensation off the window Amiyah peered out noticed that it was dawn. The sky began to turn blue as the sun slowly crept up. She sighed when she realized that she had to work later on that day. Thankfully Kelley agreed to switch shifts with her but she wanted to be with Erik all day.

“I don’t wanna go to work today.” She stressed blowing out air of frustration.

“So don’t. Call out.” Erik rubbing circles on the small of her back.

“I can’t. I switched with Kelley already so I don’t think she would want to do both of our shifts. This is so annoying.” Her nails outlining shapes on his neck.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” He bent down kissing her forehead.

She smiled lifting her head to kiss his lips.

The question she had been meaning to ask him since they first saw each other tonight came to her mind.

“Why’d you call me so late? Is everything okay.”

Erik completely forgot about the previous events that happened hours before. The moment she was in his arms nothing else mattered anymore.

“Yeah, I just found out about some shit and I wanted to take my mind off of it and you helped with that.” He sent her a half smile pinching her chin gently.

Amiyah gleamed knowing she could be his peace whenever he wanted to get away.

“Well I’m here for you always.” Her eyes giving a sparkle as she spoke.

Meditating for a moment before he replied Erik thought carefully. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t doing this to make her some type of rebound but because genuinely cared about her. He didn’t want to take a second longer as the words blurted out of his lips.

“Amiyah I want you to be mines...”

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Please excuse any mistakes.

SN: It’s been years since I wrote a smut scene and all of this was written in an hour and a half so please don’t judge lol.

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bot-imagines · 3 years

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Can you do a group of vehicons trying to raise a human kid behind their superior's backs, then megatron finds out and absolutely loves the kid?

(I got inspired, so have a short story!)

It was an accident, honestly. They’d been told that the site was clear of any humans before they began the assault. Not that any of them had really cared that much, but still. It was supposed to be a simple retrieval mission. But no, of course not. Primus or Unicron or whatever fragging deity the humans worshipped was looking down on them that day and decided to throw a wrench in their plans.

They’d finished loading up the alloy and energy rods and had signaled the Nemesis for pick-up when they heard it.

A weak cry.

They ignored it at first, but when the crying only continued, and became more and more distressed, one of the squad leaders had gone to investigate. After a few moments, she’d called out for some assistance.

It turns out, the crying was coming from a tiny little human. It was much smaller than the humans any of them had seen before, and they soon realized that it was, in fact, a human sparkling. It had a few superficial scrapes and bruises, and its optics were leaking as it wailed.

None of the Vehicons knew what to do. The site was devoid of humans, and the sparkling wasn’t telling them where it came from, despite their best efforts to communicate with the little thing. One of the Vehicons had suggested they just leave it here, but that was quickly shot down by the others. They didn’t hold any love for this planet’s native species, but they weren’t monsters who would go out of their way to hurt a youngling.

So when the Nemesis arrived, the sparkling was placed in one of the squad leader’s cab and wrapped up in a seatbelt. Like it or not, the little human was coming with them.

Getting the sparkling on the ship was more difficult than they all thought it would be. There were the checks they had to go through once aboard, and the inspection with Commander Starscream. The sparkling was squirming around quite a bit, and had started to cry again at one point. One of the cadets had to knock over a few unsecured rods to mask the sound while the squad leader tried to calm the sparkling. The Commander had screeched up a storm, but the sparkling remained unnoticed, so it was worth it.

Unfortunately, their troubles didn’t end there. Once they were finally all dismissed, the Vehicons found they didn’t know the first thing about taking care of a human, let alone a human sparkling.

Thank Primus J-430-N knew a cadet who was fascinated by humans and had hoarded a collection of human information packets.

It wasn’t easy getting everything that they needed to keep the human functioning and comfortable. Apparently human sparklings were very picky about what fuel they would consume. They’d had to stretch themselves out quite a bit to collect everything the sparkling needed, and in the process, more Vehicons learned of the human’s existence. More than once, a cadet had threatened to go to Lord Megatron, but after some ‘convincing’ from the others, they had vowed to keep it a secret.

It also helped that the sparkling was a cute little fragger too. At first, the human had been inconsolable. H-3784 had managed to patch up some of the scrape with the help of the human internet, which had helped, but the sparkling had still been very afraid. It took almost a week before it had stopped crying at the mere sight of a Vehicon. It was another day or so before it began to crawl around and investigate the strange new environment.

Everytime the Vehicons gave it a new blanket or toy, it would squeal with happiness and babble organic nonsense as it cuddled their new possession and showed it off. It was oddly endearing. The first time K-1337 had tucked the little sparkling into its nest and the sparkling responded by embracing his digits in a firm hug, K-1337 was almost certain he would melt.

It wasn’t long before the little human had almost the entirety of the Deception crew wrapped around its little finger.

Knock Out was the first officer to learn of the sparkling. The poor thing had gotten quite sick and was sticky and warm to the touch. They also had a nasty little cough that made them cry whenever it acted up. The others did everything they could think of, but the human wasn’t getting any better, and they were all starting to get scared.

So they finally bit the bullet and brought the sparkling to Knock Out. At the first, Knock Out had been disgusted, yelling at the soldiers who had brought the human to the medbay to get rid of it before he told Starscream. They begged for Knock Out to reconsider, but it wasn’t until Breakdown intervened that Knock Out had agreed. Breakdown had suspected that something was going on, but he had assumed they’d adopted a dog, not a human child.

The sparkling had a cold, but after an overnight stay with Knock Out, the fever broke and the cough had lessened considerably. Knock Out instructed the squad leader how to properly care for the sparkling. When they’d gathered the little human up to go back to the barracks, the human had waved its little servo at Knock Out. To the Vehicons’ surprise, Knock Out had waved back.

The human sparkling had been onboard the Nemesis for five months when Megatron found out.

It was an honest mistake, how it happened. Shift change was happening, and with it, babysitting duties were switched off. In the chaos of Vehicons coming and going, the human had slipped away, toddling along the corridor in search of someone to play with. The human hadn’t meant to wander so far away, but by the time the Vehicons realized what had happened, the sparkling was nowhere to be found.

They panicked, and began grouping up to search the ship, when Lord Megatron entered the barracks. In his servo sat the human sparkling, babbling nonsensically with a smile.

No one dared speak.

“Would one of you care to tell me why I found this wandering around the bridge?” Megatron asked flatly. For a moment, no one answered. Then H-3784 stepped forward and began to tell the story of how they’d acquired the human. Megatron listened, and all the while, the human continued to smile. At one point, the sparkling grew bored of sitting, and began to crawl along Megatron’s servo. Watching closely, Megatorn began to help the sparkling crawl from one servo to the other, which seemed to delight the child even further.

The Vehicons had expected Megatron to start shouting. They’d expected him to start delving out punishments for insubordination. Pit, they’d expected Megatron to simply crush the sparkling in front of them all. But instead, Megatron had quietly listened to the entire explanation, looked down at the human, and gently pet its head with a single digit.

“It would seem that I must congratulate you, little one,” said Megatron. “You have successfully infiltrated my ship and turned my own mechs against me - something that even Optimus Prime has failed to do.”

The human only babbled more nonsense before hugging his digit. Megatron smirked.

And the Vehicons got the impression that perhaps they wouldn’t have to say goodbye to their human any time soon.

#my imagines #tfp imagines #Decepticon adoption au #vehicons #megatron #tfp megatron #transformers imagines #transformers prime imagines

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harrysgloves · 4 years

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Here Comes The Sun

word count: 3.3k

story summary: After dating for 2 years, Harry finally convinces you to move in with him. Only to find out the person he loves most in this world suffers from depression.

warnings: Language // Mentions of depression, anxiety, insomnia, and everything else that goes along with that fucking terrible disease. // Fluff because I really needed it.

a/n: 100% needed this pick me up short story right now. The depression is real. Always remember to reach out for help if the load of your own depression/ anxiety/ insomnia/ mental illness gets too heavy for you to carry on your own. We all need help some times.

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Things in your life had been going so well. Everything seemed to be fitting together so nicely like it was meant to be this way. That, honestly, should have been your first sign that a storm was just around the corner.

You'd finally agreed to move in with your boyfriend of two years after months of him begging and pleading with you.

"Come on, love. It'll save money." He said trying to be all sneaky, saying that was the only reason why he wanted you to move it.

"It jus' makes sense. Y'know ecologically. Less travelin' back and forth. Really, do it fo' the trees, love." He tried another time.

"Harry, if you care about saving trees buy a Kindle." You said as you laid down your own eReader to gestured to the book laying on his chest.

"Y'know how I feel 'bout those… things." He said with a wave of his hand before picking up his apparently superior "real" book. The sour look on his face made the side of your lip curl upwards letting out a hum as you picked up your tablet again.

"Well, when you get a tablet we'll talk about it." You said, smiling as you picked up where you left off in your book. Thinking you'd won the fight, there was no way he'd ever give up his love for turning pages for a digital reader.

You were very, very, wrong.

The next week you two hung out at his flat, cuddled up on the couch as usual. Your head laying in his lap as you tuned out whatever nonsense was on tv and scrolled mindlessly through news articles on your phone.

You only looked up when Harry moved his hand off your arm. Your eyes peered up at the smug bastard casually pulling out his new Kindle. The color draining from your face as he sat there with that infuriating cheeky grin.

"Anything we need to talk about, sweetheart?" He asked, eyes still on the screen of his tablet, that dimple popping out as he grinned.

"Oh, don't you sweetheart me!" You sat up abruptly beside him. The smile never leaving his face as he laid down his tablet on the coffee table.

"Why not, lovie? Something wrong?" He cooed, moving closer to you on the couch as you rolled your eyes at him.

"When did you get that?" You asked, gesturing to the piece of technology you swore he'd never EVER own.

"Two hours after y'left last week." His arms wrapped around you pulling you into his chest as you stared at him.

The cheeky jerk always tried to get what he wanted.

"H." You said, shaking your head at him.

"Jus' move in with me! Promise I'll pick up my socks and everythin'." He pouted his head laying on your shoulder until you pulled back slightly from him.

"Okay, I know that's a lie." You rolled your eyes, laying your head on his chest.

It wasn't that you didn't want to move in with him. You really did. You loved the guy. Even if he told the world's worst jokes and he hated your intense love of bad, corny, movies.

You considered him not just your boyfriend but one of your best friends. Not your absolute best friend because that bitch would murder Harry if he ever took her spot but he was close.

The only problem?

You'd managed to hide the fact you were diagnosed with depression for years. Any time any of your bouts of sadness seemed to hit he was conveniently out of town. By the time he came back they were close enough to being over that you could push through it. Pretend to be happy.

That's what you did best. Almost all the people in your life had no idea you struggled with a mental illness. That you had depression that fueled your anxiety which made your insomnia unbearable… which only made the depression worse.

It was a constant vicious cycle of depression, anxiety, and insomnia that you didn't want him to see. You liked being the person who made everyone laugh and have a great time.

You liked being the life of the party. Liked having fun and being adventurous but something in you would flip like a switch and suddenly you wouldn't be the same person anymore.

You'd spend days in bed, hardly moving, finding reasons to do your office job that you loved at home. You didn't see many people, blowing off your friends with excuses of being busy with work when really you were curled up in a ball in your bed staring at your bedroom wall, overthinking everything.

"Come on, what's t'big deal? I love ya and obviously y'not waitin' fo' marriage or anythin'." He said, laughing when you hit the jerk in the shoulder with the closest couch pillow.

"'M sorry but it was funny." He said with that annoying but oh so adorable sparkle in his eyes as he leaned his head back on your shoulder, sticking out his bottom lip to pout at you.

"Please move in? Pleeease?" He begged, pleading up to you with those bright green eyes you couldn't say no to.

"Fine but if you stop loving me that's your own fault." You sighed, settling on the fact that you didn't want your depression to hold you back.

If he loved you he would understand.

"Never gonna happen, love." He said leaning over to give you a kiss. Lips intertwining together causing the thoughts of worry to drift slowly from your mind.

>>>

It was only the first week of you two being moved in together when you felt that overwhelming sense of gray starting to edge its way into your mind. It was simple things at first, oversleeping, not feeling hungry, and not feeling up to doing much.

You easily chopped it up to the stress of moving and the adjustment period of getting used to living with someone else other than yourself. Telling yourself that there was no way you could be getting down when you had so much to be happy about.

Your nights after work were filled with nothing but cuddles on your couch. Pressed against Harry's chest as he read you the book you'd both settled on. Your fingers combing through his hair as you listened to every word pouring out of his mouth. Smiling softly as you nuzzled into his neck.

No, there was no way you could feel depressed when you had this to look forward to every night after a long day.

But you were wrong.

>>>

"Sunflower! 'M home!" Harry called out for you when he got back from the studio. A box of donuts in his hands as he shut the door behind him with his foot.

He could tell that you'd been feeling a bit off lately. You'd been sleeping more than you usually did. Complaining about your stomach being sick when he tried to get you to eat. Which never happened because you loved food.

When he rolled out of bed that morning to head to the studio you told him you were doing your office work from home. He thought it was odd since you usually loved going into your office. You'd been there so long that you considered almost everyone your close friend. Of course, you also didn't meet many people who weren't your friend which was one of the reasons Harry loved you in the first place.

You were always so sweet and kind. Going out of your way for people was something you didn't even bat an eye at. Your heart was made of pure gold and he loved seeing your smile light up a room anytime he took you out.

Lately though you'd been refusing to go with him to do things. Saying you had too much work to do. Something he tried to get you to stop doing to yourself. You had a bad habit of doing people's work for them when they gave you a half-assed reason why they couldn't do it.

He couldn't stand to see you work yourself to the point of stressing yourself out. Which is what he figured you were going through right now.

"Love?" He called for you again when you didn't respond. Throwing his keys and bag on the table haphazardly like he knew you hated but was slowly trying to break the habit of doing every day.

His eyebrows furrowed as he toed off his shoes. You usually came bolting down the hallway the second you heard his keys hit the kitchen table, telling him off for not putting them in the key bowl sitting by the front door. Something he didn't quite understand since you two usually ate in the living room and didn't even use the kitchen table unless people were over.

He walked through the quiet and dark house straight to the study. The door to the room jammed packed with his books creaked open revealing no one in there. Not even your laptop was in the room and nothing was out of place. It didn't even look like you'd been in there that day.

He closed the door behind him as he headed for the bedroom. He wasn't sure why you'd been in there since you said you had so much work to do and you were very adamant on no work being done in the bedroom. Saying it was only a place for sleep and sex.

When he finally got to your two's bedroom though he was surprised to find you curled up in a ball, buried under the thick comforter, asleep. Your hands gripping on the blankets as you huddled for warmth. Your easy breathing rising your chest gently up and down as you snoozed away peacefully.

A small smile formed on Harry's lips as he watched you for a second. This was exactly why he wanted you to move in, he loved seeing you already there when he got home. Even if you were asleep.

He placed the box of donuts on the bedside table before crawling into bed with you. The decompression of the mattress caused your eyes to flicker open as he laid behind you. His arm draped over your side as he pulled you closer to him.

"Mornin', love." He kissed your temple as you groaned in protest, not wanting to wake up since day time seemed to be the only time you could sleep anymore.

"Five more minutes." You mumbled, glaring at Harry when you heard him let out a small laugh.

"It's six in the evenin'. Y'won't sleep tonight if y'don't get up, baby." He said while his hand rubbed gently up and down your arm. The calluses on his fingertips scratched you slightly as you pulled away from him burying your face in the pillow.

"I'm sleepy." You complained, the pillow in your face muffling your voice.

"Y'never this sleepy." He said, pulling back from you slightly, brows furrowed in concern.

"I know. Just don't feel good." You shrugged as you rolled off the pillow to face him. You really should have told him then but the thought of him seeing you in a different light was terrifying. Logically, you knew he wouldn't judge you but the thought still loomed in your mind.

"Y'fevered?" He asked, touching your forehead with the back of his hand.

"No, nothing like that. Just tired." You sighed, wishing you weren't so much of a coward. Your teeth biting your bottom lip as your eyes darted away from his stare.

"Brought y'donuts. Those are always y'favorite." He said, hoping that would get you out of bed.

"Not hungry H. Wanna go back to sleep." You said, turning away from him again. You were so tired, your nights filled with nothing but restlessness and racing thoughts that somehow only subsided during the day.

"Y'stomach sick?" He asked, as he laid back down beside you. He wasn't sure what was going on with you but he could tell something was definitely wrong.

"Kind of." You said, Harry's mind racing with all the possibilities of what was going on with you.

Did anyone you know have the stomach flu? He didn't think so or at least you hadn't mentioned anything about it. Maybe it was the real flu he though but it wasn't the season for the flu and you'd be burning up if you had that. It could have been a common cold but you weren't sneezing or coughing.

His mind slowly started to piece things together for him. His eyes widening in realization before a small smile curled on his lips. He hugged you before pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You'd definitely needed all the sleep you could get if he was right.

"Alright, get some rest, darlin'. I'll come to get y'later." He smiled, turning to look at you with a weird glint in his eyes. "Love you."

"Love you too." You said, not sure what the hell had just happened but was glad he decided to leave you to your much-needed nap.

>>>

"I'll carry that." Harry said as he ripped the box from your hands. It had been the third time that day that he took boxes out of your hands that he deemed too heavy for you to carry out of your car from your storage building.

"H, why are you being so weird?" You sighed, rubbing your forehead, he'd been like this for weeks. His constant hovering was starting to become unbearably draining.

"'M not, don't want y'carryin' heavy stuff, that's all." He shrugged as he carried your box of photos to the attic as you plopped down on the couch.

It wasn't like he was going to let you unload your car yourself. He was already worked up about you clearing out your storage building yourself but it wasn't like you could keep things in there anymore. The rent had recently raised and really it was ridiculous for you to pay for a storage building when yours and Harry's place had an attic for storage.

"You should eat." Harry said sometime later in the evening when he had finished unloading your car for you.

"Not hungry." You replied, sitting up from the couch to stretch, your back cracking from how long you'd been sitting there not moving.

"Flower, please eat." He begged, his voice pleading with you as he sat down on the couch next to you.

"Harry, why is it a big deal?" You asked, turning to face him but you could tell he had suddenly gotten uncomfortable. You sighed, hands covering your face as you rubbed your eyes.

"You've been hovering over me for the past two weeks. What's going on with you?" You finally asked, hoping whatever it was could end quickly. You didn't have the energy to deal with everyday stuff let alone anything else.

"It's jus' y'know…" he mumbled, ears tinting pink as his eyes darted away from you. His hands fiddling with his rings as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"I don't know. Can you please tell me and start acting normal again?"

"'Ave you had your period this month?" He asked quickly, completely catching you off guard.

"What?" You had no idea what the hell that had to do with anything or why the heck he'd be worried about it.

"Y'know, y'period, 'ave y'had it?" He asked again, your forehead crinkling as you thought about it.

You hadn't had it yet but it was only one day late, which is completely normal for you when your stressed out from depression and not sleeping much. Your body liked to freak out on you when your emotional state wasn't the best.

"No?"

"And y'not eatin' and sick to y'stomach. Right?" He still looked anxious as he continued to question you. While you grew more and more confused by the second.

"Uhm, yes?"

At this point, you felt whatever his train of thought had been at the start of this conversation had completely gone off the rails. He wasn't making any sense whatsoever to you anymore. He might as well start speaking to you in a different language if he wanted to be this confusing.

"And y'tired and sleepin' all the time."

"Okay, what does that have to do with you acting funny?" You asked when you had finally had enough of his crazy questions.

"Y'pregnant." He said with a bright smile on his face that quickly faltered the second you busted out laughing at him. Your hand quickly covering your mouth when you realized he was now the confused one.

"Harry. I'm not pregnant." You said once you had finally calmed down enough to talk to him again.

"Y'are! That's why y'been so different lately." He said so passionately you almost felt bad for not being pregnant. The poor guy looked like you'd kicked his dog.

"H, I have depression." You said, finally telling him the truth about why you'd been acting so different.

His eyes flickered around your face then towards your stomach. The wheels in his mind turning as he realized all the signs he had misread.

"Why didn't y'tell me?" He asked quietly. The look on his face filling you with guilt.

"'Cause I don't like talking about it." You said, wanting to leave it there but you knew you owed him more of an explanation than that. Sighing as you reached out to hold his hand, your fingers absent-mindedly running across his rings as you tried to build the courage to talk about it so more.

"I get all weird and down. I don't like being like that so I don't bring it up a lot." You said finally breaking the silence he was giving you to talk freely about what was going on.

"We've been together fo' two years." He said, his fingers lacing through yours to stop your fidgeting.

"Yes, Harry, I'm very aware of how long we've been together." You rolled your eyes at him, a smile on your face until you saw the hurt look on his own.

"Why haven't I seen it before?" He asked, staring away from you and at the living room floor. Your heart sinking as you realized he was starting to blame himself for not seeing the signs.

"They always seemed to hit when you were out of town and before, when I wasn't living with you, it was easy to not show it. Like, I could be okay for a few hours when we hung out and I could go back home and it wasn't a big deal." You explained, pulling his attention back on you as you tried to casually brush off the fact you'd go through hard periods of time completely alone.

"'S a big deal. I wanna be there fo' yeh." He said tongue wetting his lips as you pouted at him. Your head resting on his shoulder, trying your best to be honest.

"That's why I'm telling you now. Sorry, it took me so long to say it. I didn't want you to look at me differently." You sighed, his hand tightening slightly, enough to make you raise your head up to look at him.

"I wouldn't ever look at y'differently, sunflower. I love you." He said, a smile on your face as you leaned forward and kissed him.

Even though you knew deep down that he'd always accept you and not judge you for your depression. Hearing him say the words made everything better.

"I love you too, H." You said when you pulled away from him. Your eyes were unable to stop watering as you looked at him.

"Don't cry, puppy." He said as his thumb brushed away your tears.

"Happy tears." You said through a laugh as you tried to wipe your open face dry of the water. A weight felt lifted off your shoulders knowing he'd always be there for you. Knowing you wouldn't have to carry the burden of depression alone anymore.

#Harry Styles #Harry #Harry Styles x Reader #Harry Styles x you #Harry Styles x Y/N #Harry Styles Fanfic #Harry Styles Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Writing #Mine #Here Comes The Sun

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momoshin · 3 years

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like maybe you’re all pressed up “challenging each other and you roll your eyes and are gonna turn around to just leave her fighting to herself but she yanks you by the hair … yea..” “bro she would love havinf you on all fours, facing a mirror?? her hand in your hair??” I’m begging you to write about this joint prompt 🙏

hmm idk how i could make this a full fic but i assume it would go along the lines of

“–you would know that if you would shut your fucking mouth for once.” her breath is hot on your lips. you can smell the expensive perfume she sprayed on her pulse points this morning, and you can spot a small place where her lipstick had rubbed off. you look at her lips for second, and your breathing is so fast and labored, that you need a minute to get yourself together. but when you do, you try to walk away with a roll of your eyes. the scoff leaving your lips loud enough for her to hear. there’s a faint pain in the back of your head, and when you open your eyes that had squinted from the pain, you’re back to face her.

“i’m not done” she growls. it was a petty fight, she hated petty fights, how you were always the one to start them for absolutely no reason. but she looks so good like this. lips plump, red and asking to be kissed and bitten, eyes hard and angry, nostrils flared to emphasize her anger. maybe that’s what you’re always after.

“yeah well im not listening” it’s an attempt to escape her again, but she just pulls tighter on your hair, pulling you closer to her, if possible. your legs are between hers and your hand inevitably wraps around her wrist as you hiss

“don’t make me make you listen” her voice is so much deeper than usual, her breath is right on your lips and your panties are growing damp by the second. but you won’t tell her that. not willingly. “is this what you want? want me all over you? greedy whore cant even live without my attention? is that it?”

her head shakes slowly as she speaks and her eyebrows raise, challenging you to snap something back. instead, you do what you know angers her most and you keep silence, reciprocating the challenging look and smirk, waiting for her to make the next move.

“im talking to you” ryujin groans, and when she sees you still don’t answer, her legs detangle from your own and she drags you with her to the room. “maybe you need the words to be fucked out of you, hm?” still, nothing. she’s more upset than she lets on, manhandling you around until your face first on the bed. and your girlfriend hears the small whimpers and sounds you try to hold in with every sudden movement. she likes it, but it’s just not enough for her.

“cat got your tongue baby? not gonna speak to me at all?” her knuckles feel cold against your skin when she curls her digits around the waistband of your pants. “answer me. when. i. speak” between each words was a spank to your bare ass, your voice raising with each one, moans and hisses coming out your lips so easy you were disappointed in yourself. “you know what happens to brats ... don’t you baby?”

“mmph” you back your ass into her hand, burrying your face in the grey comforter that decorated your bed, your arms stretched out and your back curved to perfection, it was such a sight for her, and if she wasn’t pissed of she would’ve probably left her own trail of kisses from your ass to your neck, but you didn’t deserve that, not today.

“what? tell me?” ryujin’s warm hand squeezes and massages your right asscheek, the bed shifting when she does and her mouth is next to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and whispering words of encouragement for you to talk.

“they don’t cum” it’s so low. almost a whisper, but with the deep silence that you were both in, she heard it loudly. a chuckle leaves her lips and caresses your skin before she kisses your cheek and lifts herself off you and the time she’s away from you only lets you look around your shared room, adjusting to the light that she had finally turned on, the body length mirror in the corner catching your eye completely. you had forgotten about it and could now only stare at the pink handprints marked on your ass.

“you look so pretty like this baby” she’s standing behind you now and you can feel the warmth of her hands running up the length of your back, around your body to your front. she likes the way you back up into her, looking for more. “what do you want?” her lips are pressing repeatedly against the skin right under your ear. “tell me what you want baby”

“your cock, please” when you look up, you make eye contact with her through the mirror, her cheek is smushed against yours as she smirks at the puppy eyes you give her before standing back straight, a hand on your ass squeezing it and holding you in place while the other ran the dildo up and down your slit.

“ah-ah-ah” she tuts, shaking her head no when you push your ass against her in an attempt to get the toy inside you. “you gotta be patient angel”

“..yes daddy” you throw your head down in embarrassment, embarrassed of disappointing her like that. but at the same time you’re glad at your choice of words, it earns you a slap of the plastic dick on your clit, making your body jolt in surprise and a gasp ripple through you.

“you know how i feel about you calling me that” finally, she pushes in. slowly but surely, making you feel all the ridges and artificial veins of the toy as she bottomed out. “say it again”

“-daddy” she hums, a small smirk on her lips as she enjoys the word rolling off your tongue and how submissive you look in this position.

“good girl” she kisses your lower back before pulling out slowly and thrusting hard inside you again. you let out a few moans and sounds you knew she would enjoy, but resort to biting your lip in an attempt to piss her off even more. because you’re aware she gets rougher when upset, animalistic even. and that’s what you want. “stop testing me y/n.” is what she groans when she realizes what you’re doing. her hips rolling expertly as she pulls your lip from under your teeth with her thumb, instead pushing the digit on your tongue for you to suck.

if anyone loves the way you look at her through the mirror, eyes small and droopy, with her thumb in your mouth, her plastic cock in your pussy, it’s her. you’re enjoying it all and so is she, even more when her skin starts slapping against your own and creating more sinful noises surrounding the two of you. ryujin pulls her thumb out of your mouth, distancing her warm chest from your back again only this time she surprises you when her thumb presses against your tighter entrance, eliciting a gasp from you when you look up at her through the mirror again. this time your eyes weren’t begging like others, instead she was met with furrowed brows and your teeth biting your lip again. something she growls at and before you can undo it, her hand has swooped a big amount of your hair and pulled you by it. now your back is flush against her chest, her thumb still in place, the toy deeper than ever and to top it all off, her sultry voice in your ear.

“you’re pissing me off” she spits “look at you, such a whore for daddy, hm?” her hips thrust up as she could, it was a small difference but you feel it everywhere. “im talking to you baby”

“y-yes” you take a deep breath, starting to lose consciousness of anything that wasn’t her railing you in the mirror. her thrusts are consistent, some harder than others but that’s what excites you both, the surprise in your gasp whenever she pushes a little bit rougher than before and hits the right place. her face is so close to yours, if you squint you can imagine your faces joined together in the mirror. the thin layer of sweat on your faces, cheeks specifically helps the visual.

“if you wanted me to fuck you, you just had to ask. nicely of course.” she carries that signature smirk on her lips, confident in the way you squirm before her.

“i did” you talk back “twice” your voice breaks at the last syllable because her thrusts are so hard and deep that she grunts in your ear. the tip of the toy grazing against your gspot and her hot breath in your neck, it’s driving you insane. “wanna cum, please”

“not today baby, you were rude to me earlier, remember?” ryujin pulls out smoothly and maneuvers you so you’re now on your back, your head hanging off the edge of the bed as she positions herself once again between your legs. one hand goes to your tit, and the other to guide the toy inside you again.

“please forgive me. im so sorry”

“mmm. i don’t think you are” her laugh sounds evil “look at yourself in the mirror baby. look how good you look all spread for me. fuck” she switches between fast and slow, watching you break every second a little more. her hand squeezes your tit deliciously and the more she massages it the closer you get to your orgasm.

she can tell, because of the way you’re less responsive and more touchy with her, hands that she of course swats away because not being able to touch her is part of the punishment. you’re so close, she knows it, that’s why she keeps her hand around your tit, but bends over you so she can bite and nibble on the skin from your ear to your neck, to under your jaw, her thrusts in sync with her mouth. and then, when your vision gets blurry and your walls tighten around the toy, when your mouth is open so wide and your gasps are so loud your neighbor can probably hear, she pulls away. just like that. gone. you whimper loudly at the feeling of emptiness, frustrated sighs in her direction as she smirks and rubs your clit for a few seconds, but still not enough for you to recover from your ruined orgasm.

“your actions have consequences” she whispers in your ear, hand slowly and teasingly playing with your clit. “next time, think before you throw me a fit”

#im sorry it has such an abrupt ending i wasnt planning on making it this long in the first place #itzy smut #my stuff #ryujin smut #ryujin x reader

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ererokii · 4 years

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Repudium || Shouto Todoroki & Katsuki Bakugou

Pro Hero Shouto Todoroki x Fem! Reader x Pro Hero Katuski Bakugou

Repudium means rejection in Latin.

Warnings: angst, cursing, Todoroki is a douchebag once again, mwah katsuki is a king

Word Count: 10,734

Synopsis: Shouto leaves your heart in pieces and expects you to come back to him, but doesn’t realize someone is mending it back together.

Taglist (message to be added): @shoutodoki @shoutosteakettle @miinaashido @saltie @fryingpanitachi @kingtamakimurder @sugacookiies @pixxiesdust @sacro---sainte

➺: Note: This is for @bnhabookclub‘s bingo event! The prompt is Pain Comfort. You asked, so now you shall receive, this is part two of Once More. I suggest you read that first before reading this. Thank you Zeze, Mar, and Gabs for betaing <3

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“I thought you were changing. You don’t care about anyone. You rather see those around you to die than save them. How can you call yourself a hero if you can’t even feel for the public? You are the worst hero ever.”

Those words replayed like a song worth listening, over and over again. Your mouth that could sing dozens of symphonies sang a song that could curse a man for the rest of his life. Words of hatred and malice drowned Shouto to the pits of the earth, each syllable leaving your mouth another pierce to his heart. The twinkle in your eyes that could outshine any of the stars in the night sky were dimmed to the lowest as a waterfall of tears cascaded down your face.

The look on your face could have brought anyone to their knees to beg for forgiveness, stuttering nonsense that was coherent only in their head. He could see it in your expressions. The way your bottom lip quivered as you listened to the poison of his words. Your smaller hands clenched and unclenched by your sides, your body shaking with each blow. Your head shook with nothing but denial as you tried to shrug his words off. You couldn’t.

The grip you held his shirt with was full of pure disappointment, hurt, and dishonesty. He heard nothing in the moment, his cerulean and grey irises staring at the movement of your mouth, watching it open and close with each sentence you spoke. Your lips were curved down as you continued to yell at him. He suddenly felt light in your grasp. You had every right to tell him how you felt. He deserved your words.

He felt even lower than dirt. The steel door blocking him from your life grew thicker and thicker, leaving him vulnerable and isolated. He used to be untouchable. He would stand on his throne, watching as everyone slowly sank lower and lower. A surge of pride and power would fill his body as he watched those struggle to get to his point in life. Until you came, and sent one kick to his throne, making him fall right through as he desperately tried to sit on top once again.

You were a tide that kept washing him away. You caught him by surprise. Your twisted ways made him open up in ways he didn’t realize until it was too late.

The moon illuminated a path of soft light through the curtains in the pitch-black room. The modernized clock resting on Shouto’s bedside table read 5:37 AM. His orbs trained on the time, watching every second change with him. The red digitized numbers are slow to switch.

“Get the fuck away from me.”

His long fingers ran through his hair slowly, lowering his head to look down in his lap as his fingers scratched the back of his head, nails adding a slight sting. A small sigh of distress left him as he stretched his arms above his head, feeling the joints of his elbows crack with the movement.

It’s only been three weeks since his pride took over his brain. Whenever he tried to close his eyes, all he could see was you.

Every day, he would be bombarded with news headlines about how amazing and heroic he was the night before. It was almost as if it was mocking him, reminding him of how much of a horrible person he was. Yet, he couldn’t wipe away that smirk that made its way onto his face when he noticed more people speaking about him.

Big news broadcasting stations constantly asked for him to make an appearance on their shows, to which he happily obliged. Nothing made him more satisfied than being on the big screen for everyone to see. The shining star of the show making an entry. It pleased him.

He mindlessly scrolled through his twitter, noticing some merchandise links and useless tweets from his PR Team. Dozens of notifications flooded his timeline, fans pinging him for meetups, random DMs from his followers or getting nasty tweets—which he didn’t appreciate, but it was the internet, after all.

A red dot caught his attention from his DMs. Curiosity got the best of him as he clicked it, noticing none other than Ground Zero’s profile at the top.

Bakugou: So are we on for that stupid patrol or what? You never responded back asshole.

Oh, that.

Shouto groaned softly, completely forgetting that he had a patrol with Bakugou later today. He clicked the message, fingers immediately typing a response out.

Shouto: Yeah sure. Just meet at my agency at 2 PM.

Bakugou: Don’t tell me what to do bastard.

“Well that settles that,” he muttered, tossing his phone somewhere on his bed, not really caring where it landed. His back collided with the silk sheets, his body relaxing upon contact. His hand reached out to the spot beside him, slowly running his hand up and down on the empty space as if he was looking for something, or maybe someone.

His fingers curled around the material of his sheets, an iron grip at hand. He glanced over, expecting to be met with a pair of eyes or a back turned to him. Instead, he found nothing but the soft light produced by the moon. It peeked through his curtains, a small patch of light resting beside his relaxed body as if it was mocking him for his actions. His eyes gazed on the spot, noticing it was the area where you once laid. He growled quietly, grabbing one of his pillows, chucking it towards the curtains in anger.

Shouto watched the pillow collide and fall on the floor. His lips parted slightly as small puffs of air left his mouth. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he muttered, running his hands over his face as he kept repeating the word. His hands hit his thighs with a slap, his nails digging into the skin and leaving crescent shape indents. “What the fuck am I even doing?” he questioned aloud.

“Here I am, in the middle of the night, letting my emotions get the best of me. What kind of crap is that?” He got off his bed, walking over to his dresser. He opened the top two drawers and pulled extra clothes out, deciding that a shower was the best course of action.

When he got in the shower, he closed his eyes as the beads of warm water hit his face and streamed down his body to the drain. His tufts of hair were plastered onto his face like glue. The water jet seemed to be on its best setting for his needs as he stood there, collecting his thoughts.

He placed his hands against the tiled walls of the shower, back muscles flexing as he lowered his head to look downward at the shower drain, watching the water gather around and go down the hole. His long hair at the top covered his eyes, the water trailing down his nose as the droplets hit the bottom of the tub.

“Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?” he groaned, standing up straight as he slicked his hair back.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You hated it. You hated how weak you became in an instant. In a snap, everything went downhill. You weren’t able to smile as bright as you did before. You hated how he was able to get under your skin and become the only thing you could think about. He was a parasite to you. You despised him, yet he somehow came back to annoy the hell out of you.

“Oh? Is it not? How much longer are you going to deny it? When are you going to learn Y/N? I’m Shouto! One or if not the greatest hero out there! I always get what I want. You were nothing but a stepping stool.”

Your eyes widened as you misplaced your foot, tripping over the ledge of your car. You quickly grabbed a hold of the handle, keeping yourself upright. You felt your cheeks swell in embarrassment as you quickly regained your composure, clearing your throat. Shutting the car door shut, you looked up to the powerful building that was the viewpoint in all of Japan.

Shouto’s Agency.

Just the mere thought of seeing him made you grit your teeth in anger. Your blood boiled at the fact that you had to step a single foot into that forsaken place, and even had to share the same air as him.

The soles of your shoes hit against the cement as you walked around your car, opening the other side to stare at the brown box full of objects that had no use to you. This box was filled with Shouto’s things that he left at your place and the daycare. You didn’t feel like burning them, so giving them back would suffice. Holding the object in your arms weighed more than it had to.

You bumped your hip against the door to shut it, and felt no use in locking it. A small sigh left your lips as you walked to the entryway. Each step felt heavy, like the earth could swallow you whole. Your pulse was beating like crazy, at any moment you wouldn’t be surprised if your heart jumped out from your mouth.

You stopped your movements in front of the doors, watching them slide open before continuing inside. Upon entering, you were hit with the smell of new furniture—which was just the recently cleaned objects and cold air from the ceiling fans. The room was dimly lit, relying on the light from the outside. The main foyer had couches and small tables laid out, covering the area. Men and women filled the furniture, reading a book, or talking amongst themselves.

You noticed that some of the workers were actually some of Shouto’s sidekicks or new interns he once told you about. Even just looking at them made you sick to your stomach.

Clearing your throat, you walked over to the main desk and dropped the box on the counter, watching the employee jump in surprise.

“Uh- Hi yeah, I’m here to drop off some things for Todoroki.”

“For Shouto?” the lady asked and looked up at you. “Hey aren’t you that girl he-”

“Yeah that’s me,” you interrupted her. “I just wanted to give his things back.”

She fixed her glasses and nodded, chewing on her gum as she typed something on her computer. “Alright, I’ll let Todoroki know.”

“Let me know what?”

You froze at the voice, your body stiffening up. Your blood ran cold as you heard footsteps get closer to you from behind until the presence of a body was close. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as a deep laugh filled your eyes.

“I didn’t expect to see you so soon. Miss me already?”

You growled quietly as you took a step to the side, refusing to face him. Don’t give him the pleasure of seeing you. He doesn’t deserve another glance. He doesn’t deserve anything from you.

“I know you can hear me sweetheart. Come on, let’s talk.” His voice sent chills through your body. His hand rested on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

You swiveled around, raising your hand as your palm collided with his cheek. Your vision was blurry as you let out a choked sob, your hand still raised in the air. Your heart was beating out of your chest. The sound caught everyone's attention as they all stared at the commotion. Shouto moved his jaw slightly and rubbed his cheek, wincing slightly. There was now a red imprint on the swollen skin. “Damn, you really know how to slap someone huh?”

“I thought I made my point clear,” you sneered, lowering your hand to rest by your side. “I said I never wanted to talk to you again. I don’t want to see your face again.”

“Well, you came by didn’t you? Must have needed something from me if you decided to show up.”

“I came,” you started, ignoring the lingering stares from the bystanders, “To drop off your things. I could have burned them, but instead I decided to bring them back to you. Trash belongs with other types of trash, doesn’t it?”

The man in front of you laughed softly, shaking his head. Why was he laughing in a moment like this?

“Feisty, huh? Guess that was one of the things I love about you.”

Shouto had the audacity to say that he loved you? Even after all the shit he pulled?

“Oh no you don’t. Don’t you dare fucking say that word.” You wiped your nose with the sleeve of your jacket. “You don’t fucking love anything. No one but yourself. You’re a selfish bastard, how many times do I have to tell you? You are the worst in all of Japan.”

Even hearing those words for the second time in his life, he couldn’t shake the feeling off. Was he hurting? Was he turning upset?

Deciding enough was enough, you nodded in self-reassurance and turned around, only to collide face-first into a muscular chest. “Hey!”

“Hey? That’s what you say when you bump into someone? Some manners you got.”

You automatically recognized the voice and pulled away as if he had the plague.

Standing in the flesh, Ground Zero stared down at you with his intense vermillion eyes, his arms crossed over his torso, wearing that famous scowl of his.

“Some manners I got?” you growled and looked up at him. “Why do I have to move for you? You saw me here, didn’t you? Oh just because you’re in the top five, that gives you authority to act like that?”

His eyes widened slightly in shock. “Hey that’s not-”

“You know what? If all heroes are like him,” you yelled, pointing a finger at the bi-colored male behind you. “Then you guys need to stop being heroes! There’s no point in being out there if you don’t care for those in need! What kind of fakes are you guys?!”

Not giving him a chance to respond, you brushed past him, purposely bumping his shoulder with yours. He stumbled slightly, placing his hand on the counter to regain his balance. “What the fuck was that?” he whispered, watching you exit the main foyer.

Shouto sighed dramatically and shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “She’s always been like that.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

Shouto quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his torso. “Why do you ask, Ground Zero?”

“I asked because she’s hot. I asked because I’m fucking curious, you bastard!”

The bi-colored male tilted his head slightly in confusion before shrugging, running his fingers through his hair. “That’s Y/L/N Y/N. She works at the local daycare about 20 minutes from here.”

“And how do you know her? What the hell was this shit show that just happened.”

“Oh, that? Don’t worry about it too much. She’ll come back soon.”

A laugh rumbled in the depths of Shouto’s throat as his finger traced the sensitive skin of his cheek. Bakugou stared at him, unamused.

“She rocked your shit and you’re saying don’t worry about it? What kind of bullshit answer is that?”

“Sounds to me like someone is scared to be seen with the number one pro hero, but that would be silly huh?” Shouto asked, completely dodging Bakugou’s questions as he checked his hand, front and back.

“Hah?! What did you say?! I’m not afraid of anything! Especially you!! Now quit talking and start fucking moving!” Bakugou shoved a gloved finger in Shouto’s direction before swiveling around. The ash-blond’s footsteps boomed with each step he took. He clenched and unclenched his fingers, his gauntlet hitting his hips as he walked.

“What kind of bullshit answer is that?” he grumbled, tapping his foot against the cement sidewalk as he waited for the number one hero to come outside. For someone who wanted to patrol, he was sure taking his sweet time.

“Shall we?” Shouto called from behind, walking past him. His chest was puffed out, his chin raised proudly in the air. A sly smirk was displayed on his face as he glanced at Bakugou from the corner of his eye. “Better get a move on. I would hate for you to fall behind.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth as he followed Shouto from behind. Many people on the streets gasped in astonishment at two of the top five heroes walking together. Children pointed at them from across the street, a toothy grin and shining sparkling eyes trained on them.

“Look, papa! It’s Ground Zero and Shouto! I want their autograph!”

Shouto’s head perked up at the sound of his name and looked over to the small boy, who was bouncing up and down. Amused by his antics, Shouto walked over to the boy and crouched down to his height.

A small smile was plastered onto his features as he patted him gently on top of the little boy’s head. “You wanted an autograph?”

The boy’s eyes widened as he nodded furiously, clenching his fists in front of his body. “Y-Yeah! Can you sign my backpack?!”

“Turn around, bud.”

He did as told, almost too fast as he stumbled over his own two feet. The pro hero took the sharpie from his smaller hands. Taking the cap off with his teeth, he kept it enclosed between the pearly whites as he quickly signed the backpack.

“There. Now it looks even more amazing.”

“T-Thank you, Shouto! G-Ground Zero, can you sign mine?!” he gasped and approached rather quickly, holding the sharpie in his head.

Bakugou wasn’t one for signings out of the blue, but this was an exception.

The blonde nodded and took the marker away from him, turning the boy around as he signed near Shouto’s signature, making it a tad bit bigger on purpose.

“Thank you!” he exclaimed and ran back to his dad, who wasn’t that far away. Both heroes could hear the excitement in his tone as he shoved the backpack into his father’s arms.

“I thought you never do signings like this. Has the Ground Zero gotten soft?”

Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance, refusing to be part of Shouto’s games. “Whatever, idiot. Just keep on walking.”

“Oh, is someone upset?”

“Shut up and stop talking!!”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The patrol was nothing out of the ordinary. The two heroes made their roundabouts, no trouble seemed to bother them. The only thing that annoyed Bakugou more than anything was the fact that Shouto couldn’t keep his mouth shut. And paperwork was the worst of all. Shouto kept asking small insignificant questions that drove Katsuki up the wall.

Finally getting away from the devil himself, Katuski found himself standing in front of his car, his eyes hard and intense as he had his toned arms crossed over his torso. His eyes trained over a building, taking in the colorful delicate patterns of butterflies and kids smiling on the walls. The paint wasn’t chipping off. Instead it looked like it was fresh, maybe too fresh. The newly trimmed hedges that outline the building bloomed with budding roses. The flowers in the white pots loomed over the ground, each dancing tauntingly with the wind that sent small shivers through his hoodie and caused his hair to sway with each breeze.

Katuski analyzed the area once more before placing his hands behind him on the hood of the car and pushed off, walking towards the door.

Unlike Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou arrived with a calm and open mind. Upon reaching the door, he noticed a hanging pot filled with yellow carnations. The bright color of the petals fluttered as if they were welcoming him. He stared, mesmerized by the color before shaking his head quickly, bringing his hand up to the door. His knuckles met with the door once, twice, and finally a third time before lowering it again.

Shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door as the knob turned, the wooden surface opening up.

Katsuki took sight of you, eyeing you up and down before meeting your eyes.

“G-Ground Zero?! W-What are you doing here?! This is so unexpected wow! I’m such a mess, god I’m so sorry! If only I knew you would come I would have at least cleaned myself up!”

“Can you stop rambling and actually let me talk?”

You stopped mid-sentence and shut your mouth, before opening it again. “Yeah uh… why are you here?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“T-To me?” You looked over your shoulder to make sure no one was behind you. No one was; you just couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Well yeah, who else am I gonna be talking to?”

“I- just you know after I went off on you there… I just didn’t expect you to ya know, come visit. Just caught me by surprise.”

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk about.”

“Oh. Well, we can talk then.”

“Out here? Please,” he scoffed and made his way inside, causing you to press up against the door as he walked past you. In those three seconds, you could smell his natural scent of ash and caramel with a hint of smoky wood. It pleased you.

You automatically shut the door and followed him. He was sitting down on the couch with his hands behind his head, but with his legs bent, no manspreading. His attitude was drastically different from Shouto’s.

“Well,” you started, sitting across from him as you rubbed your sweaty palms on your thighs. “What did you want to talk about?”

“What happened between you guys.”

“Between who?”

“You and Icy-Hot. I saw you hit him and tried prying answers out of him. Better to get it from the other side than from someone whose head is up their fucking ass.”

“Oh,” you whispered and sunk your teeth on your lower lip, looking away. “That’s personal. Whatever happened between me and him, will stay between me and him. Besides, it wasn’t a big deal anyway.”

“Big deal?! You smack his face and say it’s not a big deal? Damn, what kind of shit answers are those?”

“Realistic answers!” you choked out, feeling your voice crack mid speaking. “They are realistic answers.”

“Real huh?” he whispered before leaning forward, clasping his hands in his lap. “Fine. Let’s be real, okay? You guys slept together huh? And he decided he didn’t want you anymore. Is that what happened? That’s the type of guy he is after all.”

Hearing his words made you realize how shitty you’ve been feeling. He was only in your presence for five minutes or less and he already cracked your mid-life crisis. The quiver in your lip was his answer.

“So that’s what happened then,” he whispered.

“And what if it did?! It doesn’t matter, like I said! I was his stepping stool! He didn’t care! I was his doormat and I let him walk over me because I was too gullible to notice before! He’s a fucking heartless asshole!” you cried out, hiccuping as you covered your face from him, shielding the somewhat dignity you had left. Your nose was getting stuffed up by the second as you sniffled, letting out another pained sob, the first of many that day. Each day would end like this, you going into a state of confusion and would cry yourself to sleep. It was a continuous cycle of pain that you wanted to end.

“Everyone thinks of him as this high and mighty person that cares for others, but he doesn’t!” You looked into the hero’s eyes, your own filled with nothing but defeat and pain, the whites of your eyes now turning red from the onslaught of crying. “I hate him! I fucking hate him!” each word had a powerful meaning behind it. “He ruined me! He had me wrapped around his finger and played me like a fiddle!”

Bakugou felt bad for you. You went from someone who told him off hours earlier, to sobbing up a storm and ranting about your feelings. He felt awkward sitting there as you poured out to your heart’s content. His body was tense as he fiddled with the pocket of his black hoodie. Seeing you there hopeless made his heart sting with pain, and he felt like he had to save you, even though he didn’t know you.

To be your hero. The hero you deserve, not Shouto Todoroki.

He contemplated something before standing up and walked over to you. The couch creaked at the new addition of weight that was put on top. “Look,” he started as his mind went blank. What was he going to say? Hey, it's okay, forget him. He's legit shit anyway. How do you comfort someone when their relationship was a total lie?

Your sobs filled his ears as he sighed softly, rubbing his temple in growing annoyance. “First of all stop crying already!”

The sudden change of tone surprised you as you stared at him with innocent wide eyes. “W-What?”

“I said stop fucking crying. It doesn’t look good on you.”

You let out a hiccup as you wiped your eyes with the pad of your fingers. For some reason, Katsuki thought you looked like the most beautiful person on the planet. Here you were, in raw emotion for some idiot who wasn’t worth your time, yet at the same time you decided to show Katsuki and no one else. It filled him with a sense of peace that you trusted him enough, despite barely knowing him.

The ceiling fan shined artificial light upon you, somehow making you look ethereal as your tears glistened. Your lips formed in a pout as your bottom lip kept quivering, no matter how many times you tried to control it. The tips of your ears were red, your cheeks joining in on the rosy color. Your makeup was nowhere perfect anymore. Mascara dribbled down your face as it mixed with your tears, black staining your cheeks.

“Are you done crying yet?”

There was a moment of silence before another whimper left your throat as you shook your head. “N-No!”

Yet again another round of painful sobs wracked through your body. Your head was starting to hurt at the attack to your body. Bakugou inhaled deeply as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his chest. He could feel your shaking form as you threw your arms around him, burying your head into the crook of his neck.

“H-He-”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, his voice rough around the edges, but wasn’t his normal tone. His calloused hand pressed against your back, his fingers slowly running up and down as his thumbs rubbed small circles to calm you down. “He’s a shit person. I get it. But you aren’t going to sit here and cry about him forever, are you?”

The silence was a sign to continue on.

“He played you. He’s an asshole, but I didn’t know he was this big of a dick. Everyone plays him as Mr. Nice Guy or Mr. Hero. I didn’t know he was this bad,” he muttered, bringing a hand to cradle the back of your head, stroking the skin behind your neck in a soothing manner. “Honestly, fuck him. He doesn’t deserve your time and certainly doesn’t deserve your stupid fucking tears. He still thinks you’re going to go back to him. Why don’t you show him who the bigger person is, hah?”

“He thinks I’m going back to him?” you whispered, your words coming out muffled due to hiding your head from him.

“Yeah. He does. His head is so clouded with stupidity that he thinks he’ll always get what he wants.”

“...he is pretty stupid.”

The rumbling in his chest indicated he found it funny, but true. He pushed you away from his chest, placed his hands on your shoulders, and stared into your tear-filled eyes. “So. What are you going to then, Princess?”

You licked your lips and looked down at your lap, staring at the palms of your hands. “I’m going to... Stop crying over him, m-move on and be the bigger person?”

“Are you asking me? Or are you telling me?”

“I-I’m telling you!”

His lips curved upward slightly as he wrapped his arm around you, bringing you to his chest once more. “Guys like him expect everyone to spoon feed him because of his reputation. And everyone says I’m the worst out of the top five,” he grumbled to himself, running his hand up and down your back. “I’ll take care of you. I promise you that.”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

A man of his word, Bakugou did as he promised. Since that day he visited you the first time, you stayed in contact. You were wary of course, looking for any red flags that history could possibly repeat itself.

Unlike Shouto, Katsuki couldn’t come around as much. As he told you before, his hero work was the most important since where his agency was stationed, there was a lot of crime. You respected that, of course. It made you feel happy when he would talk to you on the phone about the amount of citizens he saved and how many villains he took down by himself. The kids, they went wild.

When one of the girls took notice of a gauntlet laying around the room, she screamed in happiness saying that Ground Zero was here, or that you bought a knock-off from online. Of course from the screaming, the pro hero ran inside at top speed, looking for any sign of danger.

“Where is it?!”

“It’s Ground Zero!!”

A flock of children surrounded him as they screamed incoherent words of happiness, jumping up and down as if he was their idol; which he was.

“How hot can your explosions get?!”

“Do you burn yourself?!”

“Can you fly?!”

“Do you sneeze and they go off?!”

“Hah?!” he yelled and crossed his arms over his torso, looking away. “What kind of fucking questions are those?!”

“Bakugou!” you snapped, walking into view with a bag of something inside. “We talked about using that language in here!”

“What does ‘fucking’ mean?” a little girl asked, tugging on the material of his pants, looking up at him with child innocent eyes.

His mouth parted but no answer came out. His cream-colored cheeks soon became a soft rosy red as he looked away quickly. “I-”

“I bought mochi!” you said quickly, lifting the bag up and shaking it slightly to grab their attention. At the mention of treats, they all scrambled away from him and stood in front of you with happy grins and eyes.

“Get in a line. Bakugou, come help me please.”

The ash-blond groaned but walked to you anyway, taking the small bowl from you that held the dough filled with sweet ice cream. He eyes them warily before crouching down to their level and stuck the bowl out for their awaiting grabbing hands.

“Only one,” he said to a little boy who laughed joyously and placed it back before running to his friend, comparing the flavors they had.

“And one for me,” you teased, taking one from him. Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance and placed the bowl back on the small table. “I don’t know how you can eat those. They seem too sweet. Spicy is where it’s at.”

“Well I’m not going to burn a bunch of six-year-olds’ tongues either, Bakugou!” you huffed and took a bite out of the dough, the taste of the sweet ice cream filled your tastebuds. “Come on try some!” you lifted the sweet to his mouth, urging him to bite it.

“Hah?! That’s bad for you!”

“Come on, Katsuki. Are you afraid of a little sweet? Never took you for the scared type.” You grinned. His heart fluttered at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He growled and snatched the green treat from you.

“‘M’not scared!” he yelled and eyed the delicious treat before taking a bite out of it. His eyes widened slightly from their original state and chewed slowly. He looked away from you and swallowed. “Not bad, still tastes like shit.”

A happy smile graced your features at his change of heart over something as small as this. “So will you eat the rest of it with me?”

“I guess. Only if you wipe that stupid dopey smile off your face.”

A cry of pain distracted you from your reverie as you turned quickly to find the source of pain.

A group of kids was surrounding one young girl who had a hand covering her eye.

“Himarie, sweetie what happened?” You asked the small girl, kneeling beside her as your hand hesitantly reached for hers that shielded her eye.

“Fire!”

“Fire? Honey let me see.”

“I’ll hurt you!”

“No you won’t. Come on, let me see.” you encouraged her softly, wrapping your hand around her smaller wrist and lowered it slowly.

Fire shot out from her eye as soon as her hand was lowered. She cried in pain and covered it again, whimpering softly.

The rug caught on fire as you shrieked, moving the kids out of the way. “K-Katsuki!”

“Got it,” the male voiced out, immediately putting out the fire with the fire extinguisher, his tongue peeking out in concentration. He let out a huff and lowered the hose. “Looks like someone got their quirk. That’s a nice one if I do say so myself.” He put the red canister down and walked over to where you and Himarie stood.

“Is she going to be okay Miss Y/N?!”

“Yes, she’s going to be okay. She’s a strong girl, aren’t you honey?” you whispered softly and stroked her brown hair.

“Let me see,” Bakugou whispered, nudging you away from her gently. “Look at me.”

She shook her head, afraid of hurting him as well. “I’ll burn you!”

“I burn myself on a daily basis, Himarie. I’m used to it. Now let me see.”

The brunette shakily lowered her head, her bottom lip quivering in fear.

Bakugou analyzed her before bringing a hand to her face, rubbing her cheek softly with his thumb. “You’re scared huh? I remember when I first got my quirk. I was scared. I thought I would blow myself up at one point. But there’s nothing to be afraid of. You’ll learn how to control it soon,” he said to her, his voice soft yet rough at the same time. Each word seemed to roll off his tongue with ease, as if he was made for moments like this. His larger hand patted her head gently.

Himarie continued to stare at him with uncertainty before launching herself onto him, her small arms encircling his neck. “T-Thank you Ground Zero!”

He tensed up before hesitantly wrapping an arm around her, patting her back with a gentle touch. “Of course. That’s what we’re here for anyway, to make sure kids like you are out of harm’s way. Just don’t do anything stupid with that, got it?”

You watched a few steps away, your heart softening at the moment in front of you. In all of his fame, his unruly behavior was something that everyone saw. This moment was intoxicating to you. You wanted to see more of him like this. If only the public knew this was how Bakugou Katsuki was, everyone would be throwing themselves at him. The only difference between him and Shouto, was that Bakugou cares. He did it to save those in need, to be a protector, not for the fame and the money.

His vermillion orbs met yours as the corner of his lips curled into a smirk, sending a small wink your way. A wave of heat flooded your cheeks as you gave him a small wave in return. The light’s reflection illuminated his eyes, the different colors of his irises shining. It was amazing to see him here. You only wished for one thing: that he was here before Shouto Todoroki.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

As time went by, the hot atmosphere turned chilly, and the trees turned to orange and red. Fall approached faster than anything. Months upon months passed by without a second thought.

The cold air of the autumn wind descends upon you, each needle of the breeze poking through any open outlet through your clothes. You buried your nose in your burgundy scarf, begging for any type of warmth to relieve your shaking body. The vibrant assortments of oranges and red were pleasing to the eye, but getting harder to appreciate as each second passed by.

Your hands were stuffed in the pocket of your jackets as you kept your head down to shield your eyes from any upcoming harsh wind. The annual fall festival arrived and that was something you wanted to see, with a special someone of course.

“Are you that fucking cold?”

You peered up through your lashes, glancing at the blond who walked beside you with ease. He seemed to be content with just his jacket and scarf. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his fingers curling and uncurling from the inside.

“Y-y-yes I’m cold!” you spoke through your chattering teeth, bringing your hands up and placing them underneath your armpits, relishing in the warmth from your jacket. Your eyes trained over the different stands full of crafts, food, and beverages.

“That’s too bad.” you could hear the smugness in his tone as you continued to walk the brick pathway through the festival. “Your teeth look like they could fall out any minute now due to your stupid chattering.”

“Well not everyone is a walking heater, Katsuki,” you chirped, your voice muffled by the fabric of your scarf warming your neck. “If I was, I’d be looking like you.”

“Like me?! What’s that supposed to mean, hah?!”

“Meaning I could wear a jacket and a skirt and not worry about the cold! I said what I said!”

Bakugou growled and tugged you closer by your elbow, no ill intent in his hold. His hand reached under your elbow, his fingers digging into your skin. It was a simple yet meaningful gesture.

A small smile graces your features as your eyes watch the leaves fall from their respected trees, trails of orange and red filling your vision. The sky was a pink layout with splotches of blue and orange that complimented each other. The clouds floating through the sky effortlessly, the sun saying its slow goodbye before sleeping for the night until the next morning.

“I wish they had more festivals like this.”

“Well if they did, stupid villains would be surrounding this shit place anyway.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, leaning your head on his bicep as your fingers curled around his arm. “Uh-huh, sure. Way to be optimistic about it.”

“Just being realistic. Something you should be.”

“Hey!” you pouted, feigning hurt. “I can be realistic!”

Bakugou gave you a side glance before shaking his head. “Don’t fool both of us dumbass.”

You whined and stood on your tiptoes, placing a quick kiss to his cold cheek. “The only one I can fool is you after all.”

A pleased hum left his throat as he laced your fingers together, the warmth radiating from his palm automatically making you fuzzy inside.

Ever since Shouto left, you felt confused, lost and most importantly, empty. The void in your heart felt that it would never be filled again. Shouto left and took your happiness with him, deciding to leave you a wreck for this own personal pleasure. He was everywhere you looked, paper news, broadcasting, twitter. It was like you couldn’t escape him. Each time you saw a photo of him, he always had the same expression. A smug smirk would grace his features, it was taunting you and you knew it.

When Bakugou entered your life, it made you realize that you didn’t have to worry about someone like Shouto ruining you again. Bakugou slowly filled the void in your heart, and you were beyond thankful. At first, you didn’t trust him at all. He was in fact in the top five heroes, and was known as the mean one in the public eye. You couldn’t tell if his actions were genuine or just for show to lure you in like a predator.

“Hey.”

“Huh?” You shook your head, kicking you out of your daze as you looked up at the male.

“Y-yeah?”

“Why do you look like that?” he asked, but more in a demanding tone.

“This is my face?”

“No, you idiot. You look lost. What’s wrong?”

“Just thinking about before is all, ya know, Shouto,” you muttered the last part, your head lowering in shame.

“Well stop thinking of that icy-hot bastard. I hate the way you get over some stupid guy like him,” he growled, his finger curling under your chin to make you look up at him. “Cause Princess, he’s an idiot for letting someone as beautiful as you go.”

He leaned closer, pressing his lips against yours tenderly. Your hand reached up and cradled his cheek, rubbing the swell with your thumb gently. His arm wrapped around your waist tightens, bringing you closer to his chest. In your moment of love, unbeknownst to you, the sound of a camera went off.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His grey and cerulean orbs filled with anger, staring down at the photo that was displayed on his phone, a new headline for the news.

Ground Zero getting comfy at the Autumn Festival!

Shouto’s fingers curled around his phone, his hand unintentionally getting colder by the minute. He was seething in anger. His shoulders moved with his erratic breathing as he threw his phone across his desk, ignoring the noise of his device hitting the ground.

A small flame emitted from his hand. He abruptly stood up, gripping the edge of his desk with a vice-like grip, his fingers slowly turning white from the pressure. His fingernails dug into the hardwood, ignoring the pain shooting through his arms. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip as his hands let go of the edges before reaching under and threw his arms up, flipping the wooden desk over in anger.

The furniture broke on impact as he groaned out in annoyance. Not only were things not going his way, but he also needed to buy a new desk.

“Just who in the hell does he think he is?” he whispered angrily, running his hand through his hair as he paced back and forth in his office, his footsteps hard against the rug. “Just walking in her life and thinking he can do that? He’s far from right.”

Shouto was no idiot. He was intelligent and knew what happened on the sidelines. Bakugou stayed with you to help out with the daycare. He did the same exact thing as Shouto did, and oh did it piss him off more than anything. In Shouto’s eyes, you were going to come back to him. You might just be acting up, but you’ll return to him.

He quickly glanced at the clock on the wall. It read 4:46 PM. From what he remembered, the daycare should be closing at 5 PM. If he left now, he could probably stop you before you headed home.

The chiming of his phone knocked him from his cloud of thoughts as he walked over to the shattered screen, the light illuminating on his face.

Midoriya

“Fuck,” he groaned and reached above his head, his joints cracking with the movement. His finger tapped the green circle as he brought his phone to his ear, sighing softly. “Hello?”

“Hi Todoroki! I just wanted to make sure you knew about tomorrow still!”

“...what’s tomorrow?”

“You forgot already? Figures if you’re so busy! It’s the meet and greet we have with Kacchan tomorrow!”

He choked on his spit as he coughed into his hand in shock. “T-that’s tomorrow?!”

“Yeah! Your PR team didn’t tell you?”

“Uh...” he trailed off, glancing at the mess of his room. Pens and papers were scattered all over the place. “I’m sure they did. Whatever, what time was it at?”

“11 AM!”

“Do I have to go?”

“Of course you have to Todoroki-kun! You’re number one! And number one has to be there, remember?!”

Number one.

Hearing those words made butterflies flutter in his stomach as his head filled with conceited thoughts. He smirked faintly as he hung his head back, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah. You’re right. I am number one, and I always get what I want.”

“What was that? You cut out at the end.”

“Huh? Nothing, don’t worry about it. I’ll see you in the morning with...him.”

“Oh speaking about Kacchan, did you see the photos? Turns out he was with that girl you were seeing before you broke up!”

He growled into the microphone, his noise being caught by Midoriya’s ears. “I saw. They look terrible together.”

“You think so? I think they look cute together! I’m glad he found someone.”

“Yeah well I’m not,” he snapped and began to pace around the room. “I know she’s playing hard to get. She came to visit me again even after saying to fuck off. That obviously means something. I mean, why wouldn’t she want me? I’m rich, successful and the highest out of everyone. Why would she settle for him?” he spat, his voice dripping with malice and hatred for the blond.

“Uh, Todoroki? Do you hear how you’re sounding right now?”

“Course I do.”

“Then don’t you think you’re being a bit too...over the top?”

“I’m not. I sound perfectly fine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have business to take care of.”

“Ahh okay! See you tomorrow Todoroki-kun!”

Without saying goodbye, Shouto hit the red circle and turned his phone off, shoving it into his front pocket. “I guess some things I have to keep working for,” he whispered and walked past the mess he made prior to the phone call, to the door. His hand wrapped around the knob and twisted it, pulling it to open the door.

“I’m Shouto. I’ll win her back. She’ll realize I’m the one for her, and he’s complete utter shit. I’ll get her back. I’m the best after all.”

An amusing chuckled rumbled through his chest as he made his way down the corridor, on his way to take back what was his first.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Shouto Todoroki would have never thought about this situation in a million years. Yet again, here he was. Arriving at the daycare with a frown upon his face, he exited the vehicle with a gentle push of the driver’s door, the car not moving from the gentle force. He took one glance at the daycare and sighed softly. “It’ll be easy,” he whispered to himself, letting one foot lead in front of the other. As he walked to the entrance, he took notice of the new and improved details. The once peeling paint was newly refurbished, each drawing looking amazing as ever. The hedges surrounded the center like a barrier, protecting them from him. The flowers he ordered were no longer there, which he assumed they died over time or you tossed them out, Instead, they were replaced with lilies and roses, each color displaying just for him. The color orange only reminded him of Katsuki Bakugou, a newfound hatred for him. Each flower moved with the wind as they greeted him.

He walked to the front door with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Upon reaching it, he slowly lifted a hand that seemed to weigh more than anything in the world. He let out a shaky sigh and let his knuckles hit the door twice. Shouto brought his hand to his mouth and wiped it, his lips dry from nervousness.

He felt as if years passed by as he stood there, waiting for you or someone to answer. He hoped it was only you, but by the looks of it, another car was parked beside yours, and it definitely wasn’t one of the employees.

The sweet melody of laughter filled his ears as he stared at the knob moving to open the door. The hinges squeaked and it was pulled open, Shouto keeping his eyes trained forward.

You opened the door with a laugh, Bakugou bringing up an old memory from his high school years.

Your smile faltered as it was automatically wiped with your face, a scowl replacing it instead. “What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“I don’t,” you snapped and went to close the door in his face but he stuck his foot out last second, the only thing keeping you from shutting him out forever.

“Please. I just want to talk.”

You said nothing in return, slowly opening the door again. You stood in front of the frame, your arms crossed over your torso. “Outside.”

“Princess? Who is at the door?”

Shouto’s ears perked at the sound of Bakugou’s voice as he tried looking over your shoulder before you moved in front of his line of sight. “No one Katsuki! Give me five!” you yelled back, pressing a hand against Shouto’s chest and you pushed him slightly, shutting the door behind you.

“Princess? He’s here too? So you’re fucking him now?”

“And what if I am? What’s it matter to you, Todoroki? Why do you care now? We aren’t together. You made that quite clear a year ago.”

“I know but, him? Out of all people you went for him?”

“Yeah, I did. Is that a problem for you? Oh wait, I guess it is if we are even having this conversation. Plus I thought you wanted to talk. Not pick on the things you think are wrong with my life.”

Shouto’s hands twitched by his side, itching to feel your body against his once more. “I-“

“Or is the problem is that you can’t even hold a real conversation without making it about you, huh?”

“That’s not true.”

“Oh, it’s not?” You tilted your head to the side. “Prove it then, right now. What the hell is so important that you have to bug me?” you demanded. You hated how he could just waltz up in here and act like nothing happened. One of the many things you hated about him.

“I’m sorry.”

You choked on air as you stared at him, shocked. “You— you’re what?”

“I said I’m sorry.”

“Y-You’re sorry?”

He nodded quietly, a look of sadness in his eyes. You didn’t believe him one bit. You couldn’t. If he was actually sorry, why did he wait so long? Did he expect you to make the first move?

“If you are, why did you wait so long?” you whispered softly, the ground becoming your main interest as you kicked at it gently with the tip of your shoe. “Why a year? Why not when I saw you again?”

“...I don’t know. I thought you would have come back to me after what I said. I didn’t think it would get this out of hand. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything I said back then.”

“I don’t believe you Shouto. I’m sorry but I can’t. You caused me so much fucking pain that I—“ you cut yourself off, letting out a shaky breath. “— I couldn’t even trust him. It took me so long to finally trust Katsuki because of you. You ripped my heart and took it with you until you didn’t need me anymore for your selfish desires. You don’t care for me Shouto, you never have.”

“Y/N,” he whispered and took a step forward, halting when he saw you take a step away from him. “Please. I still love you.”

“No you don’t!” you yelled suddenly, clenching your fists as you looked into his eyes. Your vision became glossy with tears, the glistening substance trailing down your face. “You don’t! Stop lying to me! When will you stop lying to people Shouto?! Don’t you see?! We have feelings! We get hurt!” you cried out, pointing a finger in his way. “We aren’t for your personal pleasures!! You used me! You threw me out! And now that I’m finally happy, you want me back?!”

Your bottom lip quivered in pain as you let out a choked sob, bringing a hand to shield it from him. “You aren’t the only human on this planet! Stop pretending that you are! You can’t even see the real message in front of you, can you?!”

Shouto stood there in shock. His mind was moving a thousand miles per hour but nothing left his lips. His body refused to move any closer to your, afraid of a future he didn’t want. He loves you. After all this time, he’s in love with you. He misses your small kisses, your beautiful laugh, your smile that was only for him. He misses seeing you beside him in the awakening morning, your messy hair or tired displays of love. Yet in his own foolishness, he lost you.

“I always thought I might be bad, now I’m sure that it’s true,” he started off with a whisper, letting his body move on its own. “Cause I think you’re so good, and I’m nothing like you, Y/N.”

“Stop coming towards me.”

He didn’t listen, only advancing forward to you. You sunk your teeth into your lower lip as you placed a hand behind you, feeling the door that was behind you. He bent one leg slightly, looming over you. You lifted a hand up, bringing it down to slap him but he caught it last second, holding both of your wrists in his hand.

“Look at you go, I just adore you,” he whispered softly, his voice sending chills through your body. His own orbs glossed with tears, sniffling as he rested his forehead against yours. His eyes squeezed shut as his tears cascaded down his face, the substance hitting against your hands.

“I wish that I knew what makes you think I’m so special,” you whispered meekly, your voice cracking with each word that left your mouth. The wavering in your vocal cords made you upset with yourself. His fingers tighten around your smaller hands, bringing them to his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart.

“I learned how to love like you… and in my own stupidity, I ruined it. Please, all I ask is for one more chance. I’m better than him, ” he opened his eyes, his heterochromia ones staring into your own. His tears flowed effortlessly.

Here was the man that once said he didn’t need anyone at the top. That he was the one looking over everyone with no one by his side, that no one was worthy of him. The one who couldn’t believe in trust. The one who was the best at everything. The one who got what he always wanted. Here was the man that you fell head over heels for, but got your heart crushed in the process. Leaving you for the dust, you were left. Until someone else came in, slowly picking up the pieces of your broken heart and piecing them back together until you were ready to hand your heart off to him.

You squirmed in Shouto’s grip until your hands broke free from his grip. “Get off!!” you yelled, pushing him off of you with full force, watching him stumble back and fall on his ass, landing on the soft grass.

“What part don’t you get anymore?! I said I never wanted to see you again and you want to talk and pull that crap?!”

“That’s not—“

“That’s not what?!” you yelled, your tears of sadness turning into fresh hot tears of anger. “You think you can come walking in here and say ‘Hey I’m super sorry I didn’t mean it! Can we get back together again?!’ Did you honestly think that would work, Shouto?! I don’t love you anymore!! I don’t want you anymore!!”

“Hey, what’s going on?!”

You swiveled around quickly, a sense of relief filing your body at the entrance of an ash blond. Bakugou walked up to you and noticed Shouto on the floor, his fingers digging into the earth. “What the hell is happening?”

“Katsuki,” you whispered and threw yourself at him, burying your head into his chest as your arms encircled his torso. His arms immediately wrapped around your body, bringing you closer into his protection.

“Why are you here, Icy-Hot?!”

Shouto got up quickly, wiping the dirt from his backside. “I came to talk to Y/N.”

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore!” you yelled, turning around slightly to face him. Your fingers dug into Bakugou’s side, not hard enough to cause any pain. “I want you gone!!”

“I’m not done talking with you yet!”

“She said she doesn’t want you here. Now leave!! I know you’re a fucking asshole but I didn’t know you can’t listen!!” Bakugou yelled, his face slowly turning into a rosy red as his anger levels rose. His grip on your body tightens, his knuckles turning white.

You cracked Bakugou’s jaw in your face, forcing him to look down at you. Yet, he couldn’t look at you, keeping his eyes trained on the hero in front of him. “Katsuki,” you whispered, gently patting his cheek. “Please look at me.”

The ash-blond reluctantly looked down at you, his nostrils flaring in anger. “I love you,” you said softly, your hand reaching up and brushing some hair out of his face.

His face softens at your words, feeling his anger slowly fade away. “I love you too.”

You nodded and pulled away from him, inhaling deeply as you walked up to Shouto, your head held high. He stared down at you with nothing but eyes full of defeat and sorrow. A small smile of sadness curved at your lips as you cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes as he leaned into your touch, begging for more of it.

“Shouto,” you whispered softly, keeping the gap between both of you evident for Katsuki’s observing eyes. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m happy. Can’t you see?” you asked, pulling away from him. “I love Katsuki with all my heart. I want to be with him. What you and I had, that’s long gone. You decided that you didn’t need that, you didn’t bother to care for someone other than yourself. You chose this route, I didn’t. I loved and cared for you. I truly did.”

You took a step back and looked into his awaiting eyes, his heart waiting for the words he longed for, but knew he wasn’t getting them anytime soon. “You chose fame and money over me, I can’t get upset by your decision. All I ask, is that you leave the both of us alone. Please.”

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry for what I did. Please just-”

You shook your head and lifted your hand in the air, cutting him off. “I’m tired of hearing you now. Please, leave already. You’re making it worse by being here. So do us a favor before he comes in and does something he won’t forget.”

Shouto’s heart of stone fell to the base of his body, cracking upon contact and shattering into millions of pieces. This time it was unfixable. The last time he felt this hurt was when he was a mere child, seeing the abuse his mother was put through by his father. He felt lost and alone like no one was by his side. Here was the woman he loved. He thought he had a future with you. But let’s be realistic, after the show he put on a year ago, that dream was long gone. He chose this path, with many regrets. What was he even thinking? He let his pride win over his own humanity. And now he has to pay the price for it.

Without another word to you or Bakugou, he swiveled on his heel and rushed to his car, his hand fishing in his pocket for his keys. He opened the door as quick as he could and got inside, jabbing the keys to start it up. It wasn’t worth it if he couldn’t get back with you.

You stood under the tree, the sun making its way to take its rest for the day. The gentle rays of orange seep through the leaves, hitting your supple skin that gave you a glow. A small smile of satisfaction graced your features as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to bathe in the tranquility of this moment.

You wrapped your arms around your body as you hummed softly, your eyes stinging and tired from your previous crying.

Arms from behind wrapped around you, bringing you to rest against his chest. Bakugou leaned over slightly, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “What are you thinking about, pretty girl?”

“Mmm, you as always.”

“That’s funny,” he mumbled, nipping the tender skin of your neck before placing a kiss in its place. “What were you really thinking about?”

“You!” You laughed softly, resting your head on top of his. “Am I not allowed to think about my amazing boyfriend?”

A pinch to your side made you squeak in surprise as you tried pulling away from him, but his strong arms kept you in place. “I didn’t say that dumbass,” his gruff voice whispered in your ear as he suddenly lifted you up, holding you in a bridal style carry. Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck.

“What’s with the over the top affection now?” you teased, kissing his cheek gently, lingering your lips on the warm skin.

“Damn you always have to question everything I do, don’t you?” he huffed in annoyance as he walked back inside, kicking the door of the daycare center shut. “Can’t just take my answer as it is.”

“Oh but you know I love messing with you, Suki!”

He grumbled at the pet name you’ve given him over the course of your relationship. No matter how many times he said he hated it, deep down he loved hearing it come from you and only you. If anyone found out about it, he wouldn’t be afraid to blast them to hell.

“Katsuki?”

“What?”

“What do you think about that whole ordeal?”

“Well it was fucking stupid,” he started off, placing you down on the couch beside him as he threw an arm around your shoulder, bringing you to rest your head on his shoulder. “He had no business coming back again, even after you told him you wanted nothing to do with him. He should have known better than to mess with you. Fucking bastard doesn’t know when to stop,” he growled, his hand rubbing up and down your arm.

“Well I don’t think he’ll be bothering me anytime soon,” you looked up at him, smiling. “Especially now. After all, I got a little guard dog.”

“Guard dog?! Is that what you think of me as?!”

“Maybe,” you trailed the last syllable out, grinning before going serious. “But overall… I’m glad I met you. As you know, I was in a dark place before we started dating and, I just want to truly thank you for coming into my life, Katsuki.”

His vermillion eyes trained on your expressions before kissing your forehead. “Dumbass, you don’t have to thank me. After all, that idiot needs a good punch to the face. And I might be the one to do it.”

You rolled your eyes and nestled your head into his chest, breathing in his caramel scent. Before meeting Bakugou Katsuki, you thought you could never trust or find someone that truly loved you and was not using you for their personal gain. You were a broken piece of art and he was the sculptor. Over time he mended the pieces of your shattered heart and formed it into something better than before. Bakugou Katsuki was not only your lover, he was your best friend, your shoulder to cry on.

But most importantly, he was your hero.

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