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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Little Runaway

Welcome, welcome to my longest steddie fic I’ve completed to date. It’s set in a nebulous time between season 3 and 4 but also very AU. And for the purposes of this story, Steve is gay but went through the motions with Nancy and his other dates as his dad is homophobic. This also references abuse and has some period typical homophobia. Not anyone we know.

Eddie cursed whatever god it was that invented hangovers and swore vengeance. It was then he realized that banging wasn’t coming from inside his head but on the door to the trailer.

He looked outside his window and realized it was late at night. He glanced at the alarm on his nightstand and the time glared 3:54am in bright angry red numbers.

He squinted hard, trying to wake himself up for whatever encounter was on the other side of that door. He just really, really hoped it wasn’t the cops. He pulled on a shirt and padded out of his bedroom to answer the door.

“Keep your shirt on,” he grumbled. “I’m coming.”

He opened the door to see Dustin Henderson standing outside his door, looking relieved that Eddie answered.

“To what to do I owe the pleasure, Dusty Bin?” he asked leaning against the door frame.

“Uh...” Dustin began and then slammed his mouth shut.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him and tilted his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

Dustin blushed. “I know your uncle isn’t home for the weekend, so I wondering if you could take a friend of mine in. Just for the weekend. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go. I swear. I wouldn’t ask if he had somewhere he could stay.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Who’s your friend?” There was something slightly panicked about the way Dustin was going a mile a minute.

“I can’t tell you until you say you can take him in,” Dustin whined. “You have to promise that after knowing who it is, you won’t take it back. Please?”

Eddie threw his head back and waved his hands. “Fine. I promise your ‘friend’ can spend the weekend here.”

Dustin visibly relaxed. “You can come out now.” He waved at someone from behind the trailer.

A beat. Then another.

And then Steve fucking Harrington stepped out. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder and his head was down.

But Eddie could tell that this wasn’t the Steve Harrington he knew. His hair was wet and matted, like it hadn’t been properly washed in a few days. His shoulders were rounded, like he was trying to make himself as small a target as he could.

“Dustin, I’m going to kick your ass,” he said turning to the teenager.

“You promised,” Dustin defended. “No take backs.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” Steve muttered. “I can go. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie rubbed his eye in frustration. He knew he was going to give in. He just didn’t like it. So he sighed. “Come on, Harrington. You’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

Steve still refused to look up, so he nodded.

Dustin came over and hugged him. “I’ll talk to my mom when she gets back from visiting Grandma. We’ll find something more permanent. This is just for the weekend. I promise.”

Steve hugged him back. “I’ll be fine.”

“Call me,” Dustin admonished. “I’ll kick your ass if you don’t.”

“I promise.”

Dustin hopped on his bike and waved, heading out to the exit of the trailer park.

Eddie looked around, realizing for the first time Steve’s car wasn’t around. “Hey, where’s your car?”

Steve just shrugged.

Well that interesting. And Eddie loved puzzles. “Come on in. I’ll show you around.”

Steve mounted the steps gingerly and Eddie eyed him warily. An idea was forming and it wasn’t good.

Eddie folded his arms and watched as Steve lowered himself gently on to the sofa wincing when he made contact with cushions.

“So who beat your ass?”

Steve looked up in shock and Eddie hissed in sympathy. The dude a black eye, a bruised nose and split lip.

“I hope the other guy looks worse,” he said sincerely.

Steve chuckled. “I broke his nose.”

“Good.”

Steve ducked his head again, this time to hide his blush.

“Look, I know what being on the run looks like, and you’ve got all the signs,” Eddie said. “All I need to know is that it’s not the law and you and I are good, you hear me?”

Steve shook his head. “At least not as far as I know. I don’t think he’ll get the cops involved.”

Eddie pursed his lips. He knew how that went. All too well. “But you’re afraid that if you go to your friends, he’ll find you and hurt you again?”

Steve’s shoulders sagged. “Yeah. My dad’s an ass like that.”

Well. Fuck. Yep. Yep. That made total sense.

“He been doing that awhile?” Eddie asked, jutting his chin at Steve’s messed up face.

Steve huffed out a bitter laugh. “Only when he’s home. Which thankfully isn’t often.”

Abusive and neglectful. “What tipped him off this time?”

Steve just shook his head.

“Not ready to talk about it?” Eddie said. “Fine by me. Get a real shower and I’ll scrounge up something for us to eat.”

Steve stood up, wincing as he did so.

“And I’m going to look at those ribs, to make sure they ain’t broke.”

Steve blushed. “It’s really not that bad.”

Eddie darted forward and Steve moved to get out of the way, only to stop, crying out in pain.

“You want to tell me another lie, Harrington?”

Steve was sweating from the pain. “No. I’ll be good.”

“Go get a shower, big boy,” Eddie said, making his way over to the kitchen part of the trailer and rummaging around for something to eat. He found a can of Spaghetti-Os and started heating that up. It was about done when Steve came out of the bathroom, looking better than he did.

He was also shirtless.

Which sent a thrill of heat down his navel. Until he saw the great big bruises on Steve’s sides.

“Holy shit,” Eddie swore. “He got you good.”

Steve wrapped his arms around his torso and looked away. “He knocked me to the ground and started kicking me.”

“Come on,” Eddie said gently. “Sit down and eat. I’ll look at your ribs after.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie pulled out a bowl and spoon, dumping the canned noddles into the bowl. He handed them to Steve. “It’s not much. But it’s warm and filling, and I have feeling that’s what you need right now.”

Steve gratefully took the bowl and began wordlessly slurping up the food. It wasn’t long before it was gone and Steve handed it back.

Eddie took it to the sink and came back. “Can you sit up straight or does it hurt?”

Steve straightened up, but Eddie could tell he was being held together with a frayed thread.

“Okay,” Eddie said. “I’m going to have to touch it, and it will hurt. Try not to hit me when it does.”

Steve winced. But was quiet and still as Eddie did his examination.

“Good news, it doesn’t feel like anything’s broken,” Eddie said, sitting next to him. “Bad news is that that is one hell of bruise and it will hurt like a bitch for another week.”

“Something I figured out myself, thanks,” Steve sneered.

Eddie got up to walk away, when Steve pulled him back down. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just in a lot of pain. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

Eddie nodded.

“Thank you,” Steve murmured. “For everything, I guess.”

“How long ago did this happen?” Eddie asked.

“About a week,” Steve admitted.

“And he’s still looking for you?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah, Dustin found me living in my car and told me,” Steve admitted. “I really don’t what that kid thinks he can do come Monday, but his plans usually have plans, so...”

“So you’ve been driving around town avoiding your dad and what?” Eddie asked, trying not to let his temper flare. Because it wasn’t Steve’s fault. “Taking showers at the rec center?”

Steve nodded. “I’m between jobs at the moment, so I couldn’t just leave town. At least here I know where my dad wouldn’t look. When the local restaurants have their specials so I can eat cheap.”

Eddie blinked. Suddenly he was feeling this deep gratitude for his uncle. Because if it wasn’t for Wayne, he would be right where Steve was now.

“You’re sleeping in my bed,” Eddie said, booking no argument.

“What? Why?” Steve protested.

“Because if you’ve been sleeping in your car,” Eddie said, grabbing a few things from his bedroom, “you haven’t been able to sleep stretched out. Which is why your ribs are in such bad shape. So while you’re here, you’re going to sleep in a bed to support those ribs. Got it?”

Steve nodded.

“I’m going to sleep now,” Eddie said pointedly, looking at Steve still on sofa.

“Huh?” Steve said and then looked around. “Oh. Shit. Sorry.” He stood up and wandered to the bedroom.

Eddie watched to make sure Steve actually laid down. He sighed in relief when the other boy fell asleep in mere moments.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #gay steve harrington #abuse tw #ladykailtiha writes

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nineliabilityrisk · 10 months

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❛ where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? ❜ m--... mike

" where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? "

[[ despair. agony, even. ]]

-- [ asked by @trapton ] --

Damn it. God fucking damn it, he preferred the days William acted like he didn't exist to this, he wished he really didn't exist, he wished he was a million miles away from here, he wished he could do to his father what he had done to his brother - he needed to breathe. He needed to think. He had to try not to take the bait. William wanted him mad. Wanted him to say something wrong, something punishable. Wanted to find some way to justify terrorizing him like he always did. And, boy, was it hard to resist when he already saw red whenever he looked at the man, let alone when he was being deliberately provoked.

"I was locked in my room," he said slowly and carefully, voice trembling with the effort it took to keep it level. "Where you put me. After the accident. Where I had been for the better part of a week." He didn't spit the words out, no matter how much he wanted to. No matter how much bitterness crept into his tone. Coppery warmth crept across his tongue - he hadn't even realized he'd been biting the inside of his cheek. He just swallowed it down and kept speaking. "You didn't let me go to his funeral. I wanted to. To -- pay my respects, but you said I didn't deserve it. That was your decision. Not mine." The words mixed with the blood filling his mouth - he couldn't tell which tasted sharper. William knew that Evan's memory was still a raw one. He knew exactly where to push to elicit a reaction from Michael, but, Goddamnit, Mike couldn't give it to him. For his own safety.

He finally lifted his gaze from the floor, locking eyes with his father. Nails biting into his palms deep enough to sting, every muscle in his body tensed and ready to bolt, he held himself completely still and compliant in front of William. Not a hair out of place. Not a single thing he could be faulted on. Except for the shaking of his hands, clenched at his sides. God, he wanted nothing more than to sock the man in front of him square in the jaw. But, no, the punishment that would incur - it could never be worth it. So he held them still.

"Why are you asking me? You were there, you remember all that. Unless you don't? You're getting old, y'know. Memory probably isn't what it used to be." He couldn't help but get one last dig in. Even if it was the worst thing he could possibly do in his current situation.

#m | ic: threads ; michael #others | ic: threads ; william afton #interactions ; michael & william #trapton #fucking HELL that sure was an ask to receive in my inbox.#boy oh boy #sorry mikey buddy <3 i love you i promise im traumatizing you out of love #cw child death #(mentioned)#[[ replies tag ]]

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manicgaypoet · 11 months

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I Sold My Soul

Your eyes were as dark as the Blackstone River

That ran through the ruins of the land

That once hid the sorrow inside you

Until your demons get to your head

I can’t rebuild this castle stone by stone

More stones fall than

My hands can hold

Your ghosts have overrun the trench

We tried to run from them

But they always prevail

Little monsters wrapped up in white lies

They jumped off your tongue

They took a dive

I let them straight into my body

So that I could call them mine

You put your fist through the wall

I called it art

We sold our souls to room 111

Cause we were terrorized by the dark

We found god under the bed frame

He put some light in our cores

Two young hearts close to falling off his ledge

Lucky to make it out

Even though I’m half extinct

You stole a part of me

You held it detained

When I look in the mirror

What I see is all that remains

You told me never to get the gap fixed in my teeth

You told me it was real love

So I got down on my knees

I prayed to you cause you are my savior

Until I recognized

We are two young gods full of PTSD

Broken co depending spleens

I can’t blame you, but I won’t blame me

I’m a grown-ass man, but I cry myself to sleep

I miss home, but I’ll never leave

I tossed a brick through your window, but you still adore me

Our kingdoms crashing like the high

You ignited a fire inside me

Now the flames have me burning alive

Begging you to forgive me

I didn't mean the things I said when I was high

I say I’m strong, but I know I’m weak

Your kiss was dark magic

It wrecked me

It’s the price I pay for my treason

Just keep your hands on my mouth

So I can’t speak

Your smile makes the pain worth it

Even though I can barely see

It Through the smoke from the burning city

I heard from another young god that

We ought to leave

We kissed one last time before we

Surrendered to the Queen

She was sex symbol

Her touch was pure ecstasy

Lock us up throw away the key

Our secrets washed away in a laundry mat machine

now you are miles away

Still, call me baby

but I know you fucking hate me

You were a King until you met me

I am Judas

I'll hang to my death

You’ll never see me again

but I’m never really leaving

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mysteriouslysporadicbasement · 4 months

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He appeared from his room, freshly showered, towel round his neck. It took him 247 seconds more than usual to finish washing up. Was something the matter? Walked up straight to the sofa where I was sitting and took up the other end. He was not thinking straight. Where was the bottle of water he usually has? The scent of citrus from his shampoo got on my nerves. He's using a new one. I needed to change mine too, then.

'What about dinner?'

The casualness of my tone was an irony. I'd serve him the meat off my back on a plate if he ever joked that he wanted it. I fix my eyes on the bags under his eyes. He's tired. Men had a way of appearing unscathed in front of the world. The moment he stepped inside the house, all the exhaustion would show up on his features, like invisible ink surfacing under heat. I liked watching him like that. That meant he was comfortable in here. Even though we're just roommates. He didn't mind, me seeing him like this. Or maybe he couldn't care less. Either way, I'd take it. I'd take in his existence anyway I could. 'I ate.' That's all he said. I wished he would elaborate. What did he eat, who did he eat with, was it good enough? I wanted to know more, from his mouth anyway. His still form on the other side of the couch made him appear like a statue. He's looking at the TV screen. He was here yet he felt miles away from me. I wished to feel his gaze in my bones. His shoulders are tense. I read the distress off him like my favorite riddles. This time of the semester are always hell. What could be bothering him today? Was it that professor who refused his submission for a 2-minute delay? Was it that exchange student that won't leave him alone? Was it his mother that never knew when to shut up over the phone? All he had to do was give me a hint. A zist, just a crumb maybe. The things I’d do for him could not be limited by anything humane or inhumane. Who knows, maybe I already have crossed those limits before. Nothing fazed me when it came to him. His unawareness of this fact only fueled my devotion. "Whatever it is," I thought, "I'll find out myself. And I'll make it go away. I will take care of you, in ways you cannot imagine." Love, it was not. Mere love could never explain this. I wouldn't know what to do with him if this, whatever this is, was ever returned. The thought turned sour in my head. 'God, I hope not.' 'Today was your day off?' He was still distant. His eyes not moving once from the screen. 'Yes, I watched Netflix all day.' The lies rolled out of my tongue smoother than recited poetry. I didn't watch Netflix all day. I watched him. Off days meant my favorite entertainment. I watched him in the cafeteria, having dinner. I saw him buying an apple juice from the vending machine instead of Gatorade, because his insufferable mother told him to. I watched some girl bump into him because the she was on her phone. He almost fell on his face. I did not like that. So, I had to take care of that too. I hope she'll learn not to glue her eyes on the phone all the time, if she ever gets a new one. 'You don't look well.' I voice out, feigning concern. Whatever he looked like, it always seemed fine to me. 'It's nothing.' His eyes finally tore away from the screen. He smiled at me or tried to. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He checked the screen.

He sighed. His frown deepened.

One, two, three- deep lines appeared on his forehead.

He ran his hand through his hair in exasperation.

‘You wish you could do that, don’t you?’ I immediately cringed at the thought. No, I didn't wish that. I wished I could keep him in a glass box in my room, so I could stare at him all day. Untouched and Clean, all mine to admire. 'I'm...going to go to bed, my classes start early tomorrow.' He stood up and left without waiting for a reply. I knew who that was. He owed money to someone. The calls were getting frequent. He had enough time to sort it out himself, I decided then. I stood up.

I had errands to run. I walked out into the chilly night, wrapping my coat tighter around me. It was dark out, shielding my surgical gloves from the questioning eyes of any passerby. The taser in my pocket never felt lighter. Turns out, I was also in need of some money that I needed to borrow. I patted the inside of my coat, feeling the thin blade in place. My second most prized possession. Very handy for keeping things discreet. I had tested it on myself, and it passed with flying colors. Knives only made things messy. One stroke of this, on a spot vulnerable enough, and it would bleed anyone’s lights out in 15 seconds, give or take. 'Maybe you could keep something of his, for your collection.' My heart picked up at the thought. The blood pumping in my ear got louder. The pulse near my throat sped up. Maybe I'll go for the hands, to make it a suicide. That was safer.

‘But the sound out of his throat when the trachea is punctured deep enough, the cascading of the blood to the lungs; cutting off oxygen supply, the mouthwatering rich crimson painting the snow, and the eyes…oh, the eyes that’s going to give away his will to live a second longer and the fear, the regret, the pain-’, I breathed and stopped in my tracks to calm down. 'Haven't smiled this big in a while', the voice inside my head sneered. I haven't, have I? Looks like Christmas came early this year.

#short story #idk man #it sounded cooler in my head

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adri838 · 6 months

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" Even now , I'm not doing what I should . " His words come out clipped . " Which is ? " " Hauling your ass to the mat until you're a hot , sweaty , aching mess from a dozen rounds of sparring . " His jaw ticks . " Because I warned you never to put your life at risk over something as trivial as talking to me , and yet you did just that . Again . " " I'm down with everything but the sparring . " Shit . That comes out breathless . " And it's not up to you to punish me anymore . I'm no longer in your chain of command . " " Oh , I know . And somehow it was a hell of a lot easier on us both when you were . You want full disclosure when it comes to me , right ? How is this for open ? " His gaze drops to my mouth . " I would have done the same thing you did because I'm just as reckless for you as you are for me . "

A sharp , sweet ache consumes my chest . Gods , I want to believe that . But I also want more . I want the same three words he demands from me . I run my tongue over my bottom lip , and his eyes flare as steam fills the room . " You were worried for me . " The first time he said it came out amused . The second sounded happy . But this time , his tone shifts as if it's a revelation . " Of course I was worried for you . " He draws me forward slowly , giving me every chance to object before bringing our bodies flush . The heat of him soaks into every chilled part of me , and all the burning worry I'd felt on the flight here and the searing anger that followed transforms into an entirely different - and far more dangerous - form of heat . Fuck , I want him . I want to touch every inch of his skin , feel his heartbeat against mine in assurance that he's really all right . I want his body over me , inside me , as close as humanly possible . I want him to make me forget there's anything beyond this room or the two of us . " And you flew here without even stopping to get your leathers . " He lowers his head inch by torturously slow inch . I nod .

" Because you still love me , " he whispers against my lips a heartbeat before he kisses me . Thank gods he doesn't wait for my denial , because I'm not sure I have it in me to give one , not with the way he toys with my bottom lip , nipping it gently , then stroking his tongue over the curve . It feels too good , too right , too ... everything . It's the first time since Aretia that he hasn't waited for me to ask . The first time his infamous self - control has slipped . The first time he's gambled with possible rejection , kissed me simply because he wanted to , and fuck , that's exactly what I need - for him to need me . I part my lips in invitation not just because I want him , but because he's acting on a confession I didn't have to pry out of him or even ask for . He groans , his arms surrounding me , and the kiss becomes exactly what he called himself reckless . The feel of his tongue flicking against mine , then claiming , stroking , is a flame to a tinderbox , and I catch fire . Need , lust , desire - whatever it is - dances down my spine and gathers , becoming an insistent ache between my thighs . Rising on my toes to get closer , I loop my arms around his neck , but we're still not close enough . His hands work the buttons of my uniform , and I reluctantly relinquish my grip so he can slide it off . It smacks onto the floor somewhere to the left . I tug on his shirt , desperate for the feel of him , and he obliges , grabbing hold of it behind his neck and dragging it overhead , revealing miles and miles of warm , wet skin . I kiss the scar right above his heart and stroke my hands down his sides , my fingers tracing the hard dips and grooves along his stomach.

There is nothing in this world that compares to him . He is complete , utter perfection , his body carved from years of sparring and flight . " Violet . " He tilts my head and kisses me hard and deep , then slow and soft , changing the pace , keeping me straining for more . My hands trace the lines of his back as he spears his fingers through the wet , loosened strands of my braid , then tugs , arching my neck before setting his mouth to it . He knows exactly where I'm sensitive and damn does he use every bit of that knowledge , sucking and laving that spot at the side of my throat that melts my knees and makes my fingers curl against his skin . " Xaden , " I whimper , my hands sliding over the curve of his ass . Mine . This man is mine - at least for right now . Even if it's just these next few minutes . He nips at the delicate skin of my ear , sending a shudder of sensation down my spine , and then his mouth is on mine again , stealing my sanity and replacing it with pure need . This kiss isn't as patient , as controlled as the others . There's a wild , carnal edge to it that makes my mouth curve against his , makes me bolder . I sweep my hand between us , then sigh . He's hard for me , the length of him straining against his waistband as I squeeze .

" Fuck , " he growls , ripping his mouth from mine , his breaths as ragged as mine as I stroke him through the fabric . " If you keep doing that ... " He slams his eyes shut and lets his head fall back . " I'll actually get you ? " My core clenches . His gaze snaps to mine , and the conflict I see in those dark depths makes me pause . " Don't make me fight for this . Not again . " I retreat from the warmth of his arms , and every nerve in my body screams in protest . " I can't always be the one fighting for this while you invent new ways to hesitate or tell me no , Xaden . You either want me or you don't . " " You just had your hand wrapped around my cock , Violet . I'm pretty sure you felt how fucking badly I want you . " He rips his hand through his wet hair . " Gods , I am the one fighting for this ! " he argues , gesturing between us . " I told you , I'm not using sex as a weapon to get you back . " " You'll just weaponize it with your little rule to make me say the three words I'm not ready to give you . " And that edge of maddening need he has me riding is just sharp enough that I might cave , I crave him that fucking much . " Weaponize it against you ? " He shakes his head . " You told me that you can't separate emotion from sex . Remember ? " I open , then shut my mouth . He's right . I did say that . Shit . " Maybe I'm learning how. "

" Maybe I don't want you to . " He takes a step forward and cups the back of my neck . " I want you exactly how you are , emotions and all . I want the woman I fell for . It kills me every time I have to keep my hands off you , every night I lie awake next to you , both blessed and damned with the memory of how hot , how wet , how fucking perfect you feel when I'm losing myself in you . " My lips part and heat flushes my skin as if his words are an actual caress . " When I do sleep , I dream of the sounds you make right before you come and the way the blue in your eyes outshines the amber right after , all sated and hazy . I wake up starving for you - only you - even on the mornings you're halfway across the kingdom . This isn't me denying you or manipulating you . This is me fighting for you . " He palms my hip , and his thumb strokes the bare strip of skin between my pants and my armor . " You want to fight for me ? " I reach up into my hair and pull the pins loose one by one , letting them fall to the stone floor . " Then take a chance without knowing how I feel . You want my heart back ? Risk yours first this time . " " If I tell you how I feel right now , you'd never trust that I'm not just desperate for your body . " His brow furrows . " Exactly my point . " The last pin falls from my hair . " Choose , Xaden . You can let me walk out that door , or you can be the one who takes what I'm willing to give this time . " I shake my hair loose and run my fingers through the wet mass to unravel the braid .

" Are you trying to bring me to my knees ? Or win the argument ? " His hand flexes at my hip as his heated gaze sweeps over me . " Yes , " I answer , reaching for the ties at the small of my back that secure my armor . " I just spent eight hours terrified of what condition I'd find you in , and I'm telling you that I don't just want you . I need you . There are your three words . " I tug the wet string , and it gives . " That's all you get . Take me or leave me . " The fight within him is palpable , the tension between us sharp enough to pierce dragon scale . And for a second , I think he might just be stubborn enough to walk away and keep us at this impasse . But then - thank gods - he breaks , fusing his mouth to mine , and the fire that had banked during our argument flares back to life even hotter than before . He kisses me like I'm the answer to every question . Like everything we've been and will be hinges on this moment . And maybe it does . His hands work the laces at my back while I undo the buttons of his pants . I win the race , sliding my hand beneath the fabric to stroke him from root to tip . The guttural groan he gives me feels like a reward and hits straight between my thighs , the ache intensifying to a throb . " Let go so I can get you naked . " He punctuates that last word with a nip of my lower lip.

Yes please . I free him , and he pulls my armor loose enough to tug it over my head . It smacks the ground , and a second later the sensitive peak of my breast is surrounded by his mouth , flicked by his tongue . I moan , my fingers tunneling through his hair to hold him right there . " That feels so damned good . " Wrapping an arm around my back and the other behind my knees , he lifts , then lays me onto a water - warmed stone bench in one smooth motion . " You sure you want this here , now ? " he asks , rising above me , blocking the spray of water from my breasts , his eyes hooded and his hair mussed from my hands . " In five minutes , I can have you comfortable in my bed . " He's so beautiful that my heart actually hurts from just looking at him . " Now . " My hands stroke his wide shoulders and down the relic that winds from his jaw to his forearm . " Now , " he agrees . There's nothing practiced or polished about the next kiss it's all need sweetened with a desperation that matches my own , and all the hotter for it . This is exactly what I need , to be pressed between his hard body and stone , devoured with the same urgency I feel for him . His hand skims down my curves , following the dip of my waist before skimming my waistband and undoing the buttons of my pants one by one . There's no hesitation in his touch when his fingers delve and stroke from my entrance to my clit . My back arches and I gasp with white - hot pleasure . " Even hotter than I remember . " His mouth moves down my neck overwhelming me with sensation as his fingers tease with featherlight touches . " Fuck , you feel like silk . Hot , slick silk . " His voice has that rough rasp to it that I've missed . He moves lower to worship my breasts with his mouth , his teeth raking lightly over my nipple with the perfect amount of friction to build the pleasure coiling tight within me . Of course he knows what I like . This isn't our first time . It's not going to be our last , either . Power swells under my skin and builds as he circles my swollen clit , denying me the pressure I need .

" Xaden , " I beg , my nails biting into the tops of his shoulders , but I'm careful not to brush his new scar . Every stroke of his fingers and flick of his tongue feels like a jolt of lightning through my system , electrifying every nerve until I'm a hypersensitive bowstring drawn too tight but not tight enough . " I know exactly what you want " -he skims my clit- " and what you need . " Two fingers slide inside me . Deeper . Closer . More . That's what I need . " Then give it to me , " I demand , my hips rolling ." I've waited forever to touch you . " My breaths come in ragged pants and moans , and my skin flushes , heat prickling as he builds the aching pressure with tighter , faster strokes . " Gods , look at you . You are all I'm ever going to want . Just you . Just this . Just us . " His voice curls around my mind until he's all I see , all I hear , all I feel and think . He's everything , watching me like he thinks the same about me . " I need you . " Maybe need isn't the right word , but there's no other term that captures how essential he is to my existence . I shove my thumbs into the waistband of my pants and push . I need them off , now . " Same . " We're a frenzy of questing hands and mouths as we struggle out of the rest of our wet clothes . I have a whole new reason to curse these boots , but Xaden makes quick work of them , stripping me bare . I ghost my lips over the new scar on his arm , more than aware of how close I came to losing him , and then he's over me again , bracing his weight on his forearms , his eyes studying mine with an intensity that makes me shiver with anticipation as he settles between my thighs . Reaching between our bodies , I wrap my fingers around him , bringing the head of his cock to my entrance . I'll die if he makes me wait any longer . I won't survive another breath without him inside me .

" I need you more , Violet . " He cradles the side of my face and rolls his hips , pushing inside , stretching me as he consumes those first sensitive inches . " However much you think you need this , need me - I need you more . " He thrusts , filling me with one long drive , until he's so deep that my eyes flutter closed , and I moan with the sublime pleasure . There's nothing like this in the world . I'm sure of it . " So. Fucking . Good . " He echoes my thoughts with a groan , and then he's moving , withdrawing only to slam home again and again , stealing my stuttered breaths with kiss after kiss . The stone at my back gives me the leverage to arch into his thrusts , taking him deeper . It's too much , too good , and not enough all at the same time . Each powerful stroke has me greedy for more . This is where I want to exist , with him above me , moving inside me , his focus totally , completely mine . " Harder . Deeper . " I'm breathing too hard to speak . " Don't treat me like I'm breakable . " " I know exactly how much you can take . " He slides his hands under me , then holds me to his chest as he rises , pivoting to sit on the edge of the bench . My cry echoes in the chamber as I sink onto him , my knees anchoring on either side of his hips , and he hits that sweeter , deeper angle that steals my breath . " Yes . There . Gods , I feel you everywhere . " " Right where we left off . " His hands shift to my ass . " With you riding me . " I wind my arms around his neck and smile against his mouth . No one is coming through those doors to interrupt us this time.

There's only the sound of water hitting the bench beside us and our bodies coming together again and again , our hearts pounding , breaths strained between long , drugging kisses . Reality narrows to sensation , the exquisite feel of his chest against my breasts , his mouth worshipping mine , his cock filling every inch I have , stretching me for more . The pressure coiling in my core is so tight , the pleasure so sweet I can taste it . It vibrates through me as my power rises , transforming me into pure , rapturous energy , until I'm the very lightning I wield , crackling in anticipation of the strike . " More , " he growls . " I want everything , Violet . " " You have it . " His stubble scrapes my palms as I cup his face and kiss him . Lightning courses through me , building to a dangerous peak , and I don't need to ask . I know he has me . It releases with a snap , flaring bright outside the windows for a heartbeat before it's swallowed by shadows that stream out to smother it . Nothing shatters . Nothing catches fire . He knows how my body reacts , knows exactly how to push me to the breaking point , and he has me covered when I explode . I love him . I love him . I love him . I'm not ready to give him the words , the power that comes with them , but I can keep them for myself , chant them like my own personal Codex , the only truth I'm certain of . His body tightens beneath mine , his thrusts coming harder as he curls an arm around me , hooking my shoulder and pulling me into every thrust . That spiraling pressure arcs to a breaking point , and I fight , holding it at bay . Not yet . I want more . Fuck , I want to feel like this every minute of every day for the rest of my life .

" Let go . " He shifts his angle , rubbing against my clit with the next thrust . " I don't want it to end . " I can hear the note of panic in my voice , the sharp note of fear that this will be the only time I feel like this , the only time he's mine . But the waves are coming closer with every roll of our hips , and my muscles tighten to the point of locking . " Violet . " His hand slides from my shoulder to the back of my neck , fisting in the long strands of my hair as he looks into my eyes like he can see straight to my soul . " I can't give this up . I won't give you up . Now let go . " My thighs tremble , and at the next thrust , I fracture with a cry . Lightning flashes , power tearing through me with instant thunder as the waves crest over me again and again . All I can do is hold on to Xaden and ride them out , bliss flooding my body until I'm too limp to rock back against him . " Perfect . " His restraint vanishes in an instant . Gone are the measured , precise thrusts . He growls into my neck and drives wildly with his hips , consuming me with abandon , and I realize that this is what I craved beyond anything else , even beyond his secrets - his loss of control.

I want to be the only person he unravels for . Holding on to his shoulders , I push back into every thrust , swiveling my hips and savoring the shout he lets loose when he finally shudders beneath me , his shadows blasting through the room . Rock cracks and water bursts from the aqueducts . My heart races as I grin . " Fuck . " His forehead rests against mine , our chests heaving as we fight to catch our breath . " Just when I think I can handle you , I completely fucking lose it . " " That's my favorite part . " " Why does that not surprise me ? " He brushes his lips over mine , and he locks his arms around me , keeping me from melting off his lap . “ Death of me , I swear . "

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confessions-of-apt-111 · 11 months

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I Sold my Soul

4/6

Your eyes were as dark as the Blackstone River

That ran through the ruins of the land

That once hid the sorrow inside you

Until your demons get to your head

I can’t rebuild this castle stone by stone

More stones fall than

My hands can hold

Your ghosts have overrun the trench

We tried to run from them

But they always prevail

Little monsters wrapped up in white lies

They jumped off your tongue

They took a dive

I let them straight into my body

So that I could call them mine

You put your fist through the wall

I called it art

We sold our souls to room 111

Cause we were terrorized by the dark

We found god under the bed frame

He put some light in our cores

Two young hearts close to falling off his ledge

Lucky to make it out

Even though I’m half extinct

You stole a part of me

You held it detained

When I look in the mirror

What I see is all that remains

You told me never to get the gap fixed in my teeth

You told me it was real love

So I got down on my knees

I prayed to you cause you are my savior

Until I recognized

We are two young gods full of PTSD

Broken co depending spleens

I can’t blame you, but I won’t blame me

I’m a grown-ass man, but I cry myself to sleep

I miss home, but I’ll never leave

I tossed a brick through your window, but you still adore me

Our kingdoms crashing like the high

You ignited a fire inside me

Now the flames have me

Burning alive

Begging you to

Forgive me

I didn't mean the things I said when I was high

I say I’m strong, but I know I’m weak

Your kiss was dark magic

It wrecked me

It’s the price I pay for my treason

Just keep your hands on my mouth

So I can’t speak

Your smile makes the pain worth it

Even though I can barely see

It Through the smoke from the burning city

I heard from another young god that

We ought to leave

We kissed one last time before we

Surrendered to the Queen

She was sex symbol

Her touch was pure ecstasy

Lock us up

Throw away the key

Our secrets washed away in a laundry mat machine

now you are miles away

Still, call me baby

but I know you fucking hate me

You were a King until you met me

I am Judas

I'll hang to my death

You’ll never see me again

but I’m never really leaving

#dark poetry #poetry #writers and poets #poem #original writing #sad #sad poem #toxic love #addiction #literature #love #quotes #life

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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saccahrine sundays | k.bakugou

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 5.3K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: katsuki can never find enough time to get some sleep. between being a full time pro hero, a father and a husband— hours of rest are hard to come by. unless it’s one of those sweet, sweet saccharine sundays.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to late twenties ), somnophilia, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female recieving ), tummy bulges, mating press, pregnancy!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, light!exhibitionism, cumplay + needy bakugou has a praise!kink... <3

♡ author’s note(s): brrr hey guys! it feels like forever since i last posted a full fic, january was bleh so im happy to get this out !! special thanks to @greenchild for feeding me this idea and thank to all of you for your love, support and 2.8K. i love you all, enjoy <3

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katsuki bakugou couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep. between being a pro hero and family life, the full eight to nine hours of pure rest wasn’t easy to come by— now he wasn’t complaining, he was far too grateful for the life he lead to whinge and whine about the finer details. bakugou was right on track to becoming the number two, he had a beautiful wife who loved him and supported him no matter how reckless he might have been and two little brats that he adored more than anything. he was miles ahead of his high school classmates, never letting up or resting so like he said, there was no room to complain.

but even as the faintest wisps of light slip through drawn curtains and a vermillion gaze settled on the old all might digital alarm clock ( reading 9:01 AM ), katsuki bakugou can’t help but feel grateful for the sleep he just had. no interruptions from wailing toddlers or infants who need changing, no late night call ins for patrols— none of that, just an arm around his wife’s waist and the soft sound of her breathing to coax him out of his sleepy state.

bakugou remembers now, a distant yet far from faint memory of where he and his wife spent two days of their honeymoon under slumber’s spell, having ravished each other the very night they arrived in paris for their honeymoon ( all mina’s idea, she had told katsuki it was the perfect destination for newly weds in love— and whilst the several districts his alien friend recommended did appease you, the blonde had promised to take you on a more luxurious getaway when he was hire up in the hero rankings ). of course that very honeymoon lead you to fall pregnant with your first little miracle— taiga bakugou, the very spitting image of her father except or the slight tilt to her nose and the sparkle in her eye that only her mother possessed.

raising her had proven to be both an enjoyable and exhausting experience for katsuki, with a matching explosive personality to rival even her daddy’s— there were many restless nights the pro hero spent butting heads with his daughter while his sweet spouse was away on missions and getting used to the field again. even during the pregnancy, full nights of rest were little to none— the cravings taiga gave you were almost unbearable for the blonde, not to mention the 2AM labour his little girl put you through...and yet he would repeat the last four years of lack of sleep all over again if it meant reliving every single moment with you. raising tatsumo was much better; however.

so as the weight of well deserved slumber lifts from katsuki’s shoulder’s he’s forced to deal with the memories of your sweet cries from the night (or rather, nights) he made you his wife. he stirs under cotton sheets, a familiar hardness pressing against his inner thigh as he recalls the way you tightened around him— “honey baby,” the desperate whisper tastes foreign, bitter across his tastebuds as he licks his lips. katsuki was usually much more composed when it came to sex, he could hold out for hours while you pleaded and begged of him to give you more. but this morning was different, very much so.

skilfully, the ash blonde slips a hand between your sheets, finger tips calloused with years of training and battle, dancing up your bare thighs from where you wear only his shirt and a pair of panties. the fingers trail up to your underwear, pressing them against your cunt as bakugou watches your face for any reaction— you twitch once before falling back into a deep slumber, letting your husband know that he can continue. he peels like orange silk away from your core and down your legs, half resisting the urge to sniff your undergarment like the dirty man he is but he decides that he can longer wait, already turned on by the feeling of your bare pussy against his hand.

the pro knows exactly how to turn you on, dragging is nails down your thighs just an inch from your wetness and his mind fogs with lust at the thought of the sounds you’d make for him if you were awake...not yet, he says to himself. his next move is to fuck your mouth, two of his digits sliding past parted lips from where you snore— gathering the drool that pools on the surface of your tongue. back and forth; move bakugou’s fingers until he’s satisfied with how wet you’ve made them with your spit. returning those very same fingers to your cunt, he parts your folds— already slightly sticky and hot with the nectar he’s used to savouring. if this were any other time, bakugou would be eating you out like a man starved of his last three meals but the rising sun tells him that his moments to fuck you are very few.

so now, he slides those lubed up fingers right into your tight little hole, shuddering under the sheets at how you automatically clamp around him— even while you sleep. katsuki’s vermillion eyes seek out your face in the warm light of the dusk, watching as your expression contorts into that familiar look of pleasure— lips blossoming into a cherry pout, brows furrowed as if you’re focusing on the way your husband makes you feel.

“fuck, honey baby, so good ‘n pliant for me even when yur fuckin’ sleepin’,” katsuki slurs against saliva that slips along his tongue, he’s hungry to fuck you, make you moan and scissors his fingers deep inside your obedient cunt in away that makes your slumbering body jump. pressing a thumb to your neglected clit, bakugou twists his fingers in search for your g-spot, pumping them into you with vigour. “gonna make you cum angel, baby, please cum while you’re like this s’you can take my cock.”

if there’s one thing pro hero dynamite knows, it’s that your body is a slave to him, no matter what state it’s in. your thighs part instinctively; giving your husband room to curl his fingers and press down hard on your pleasure spot— gummy walls sucking him in deeper. he makes you cum while you sleep, juices staining your supple skin, honeyed from the warm light outside.

“atta girl, cummin’ for your husband like that even when you’re sleeping— so fuckin’ naughty...” katsuki grunts, locks of sun kissed hair beginning to plaster itself against his forehead. his body shakes with the desire to be inside of you, his internal temperature rising with every second that he’s not sheathed within your walls. pulling his fingers away from your twitching mound, bakugou slides them, cum soaked and all, into his mouth to taste your very sweetness. “would eatcha out like a starved man, honeybee, but we don’t gotta lot of time left baby...”

with that, bakugou shuffles his sweats down enough for his cock to spring free, tip bright red and leaking against his toned, scarred abdomen. with practised ease, he hooks your right leg over his waist and positions your dripping cunny right over the head of his length. it takes everything katsuki has not to plunge deep inside of you, to abuse your tempting cunt until it’s formed into the shape of his cock but for once he wants to take you slowly, enjoy his time with your limp body at his disposal.

pressing his girth against your slick entrance, your husband sighs, coating himself with the remainders of your delightful release. the mess you made just for him, makes it easier for him to guide his cock between your velveteen folds that take him so well. his free hand comes up to brush over your cheek and even in the depths of your rest you manage to nuzzle into katsuki’s palm and make his coo— what a precious little doll you are, so good for him and always so obedient no matter what state you’re in. fuck, it drives him so insane that he can’t even think straight.

“...suki....”

fucking hell. the way you sigh out for him so mawkishly whilst you dream makes him twitch, not even half the way inside you. “c’mon honey baby, don’t go moanin’ my name like that when i haven’t even had a c-chance to make you mine yet—“ the blonde shudders, eyes screwing shut as he finally bottoms out inside of you. katsuki let’s out a choked moan, from deep within his chest while you welcome him into your lethally syrupy cunt. “ohh, fuck, that’s the stuff, good girl...”

bakugou’s thrusts start slow yet, forcing your limp body to jolt up the bed and your tits to bounce in tune with the rhythm of his hips— your little hole sucks him in so greedily, so selfishly, clamping down on him as if to prevent him from leaving your body as a whole. pro hero dynamite is shaken to his core, how can his precious baby take him so darlingly while she’s asleep, refusing to let go of him and keep his cock tucked away inside of you.

shit, shit, shit.

he wants to defile you, asleep or not, ruin how pure and angelic your body appears even after years of being together. it’s your fault he’s like this anyway, you deserve to have your pussy destroyed no matter the circumstances— ruby framed eyes threaten to roll back into his skull while bakugou picks up the swirl of his hips between your sticky thighs, you flutter and squeeze around the girth that’s stretched you out so many times before and yet you still remain a tight hole designed for your husband and your husband alone.

lips map their way up the column of your neck, committing every dip and scar and blemish to memory even though katsuki knows where each of them are. the amber colour of the morning sun highlights each of your marks, your husband giving you as many lovebites to match each one. “nn, suki...more..” you whimper, so quiet he almost misses it underneath the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. could you feel how he deflowered you in your sleep? ruining such a good girl while you resting? he wants so bad to corrupt you from the inside.

static stretches across katsuki’s brain, crackling as his neurones fire and dopamine fizzes in his veins. cum. cum. breed her. it’s too soon but the blonde can’t help it, pent up and high on the morning sunrise— addicted to the taste of your skin licked with light perspiration. it’s been ages since he’s had you like this, can you blame him for not hanging on so long? bakugou lifts your thigh higher on his waist, using it as leverage to plough into the deepest parts of you, his precious wife, desperate to cream inside you before wake up.

“mm, know you’re close lovebug, won’t you cum for me suki?”

katsuki’s gaze hones in on you, vision blurred and hazy with lust from his impending orgasm. your own eyes are heavy with sleep but the soft smile on your face is filled with a familiar adoration and saccharine love that the blonde can never get tired of. he knows that you know your voice alone is another to send him speeding off of the cliff of release— your hole squeezing around him, beautiful hips that once brought his children into the world gracefully moving up and down to coax his girthy cock to its final release.

“honey baby,” katsuki whines like a broken man when you cup his face, hot puffs of air warming up the space between you. his hips don’t let up though, driven by the way you move against him beneath the sheets, he’s so close he can almost taste it. “c-couldn’t wait for you to wake up, needed you so fuckin’ bad...”

your mouth hangs open in a quiet groan, getting lost in the claps of sweaty bodies against one another and katsuki latches onto your lower lips to swallow your noise— breathing it in and letting it spread through his body like oxygen. “oh, lovebug, y-you don’t...” you pause, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the angry tip of your husband’s cock grazes against your gummy spot, sending your walls into a flurry of flutters that make katsuki twitch. “ ...you don’t ever have to wait with me, d-don’t hold back, kay?”

you’re a breathless mess, a sight to behold and he can’t take not having you filled with his seed any longer. the lazy push and pull of your bodies smacking wetly against each other become erratic thrusts, heat pooling in the abdomen of the pro hero boiling him alive in feelings of desire for you and you alone.

bakugou quivers from his lips to his toes when he cums, filling your slippery walls with a creamy white and lining your insides with the claim of your man. your man. your husband. “fuck, fucking hell, h-honey, gimme that pussy...gimmie that fuckin’ pussy,” his groans linger in the crisp early morning air, dancing with the static while he orgasms within you, endless bouts of white stuffing you to the brim. you kiss in an attempt to calm him, squeezing around his thick cock to ride out his high. you taste of orange liquor and manuka honey, addicting while he sucks lavishly on your tongue and spares you the air you need to breathe. ‘cause at the end of the day call you need is him.

“did you cum, precious one?” ever the gentleman, katsuki has to ask but even you can see in his blood red ruby eyes ( no matter how tired they may seem ) that he’s gearing up for a second round, shallow thrusts pushing his own release deeper into your fertile womb. there’s about thirty minutes until the kids wake up, but your lover can make you see stars in fifteen.

you shake your head once as bakugou rolls you onto your back— strong arms caging you into the prison if his love. large hands dance tenderly up the back of your thighs and you meet his eyes with such a saccharine smile his heart bursts at the sight of you. “you’re insatiable, lovebug,” the tingling notes of your moan caresses bakugou’s cheek as he manoeuvres your legs to fold you into a mating press, shifting his weight above you. “did you really need me that much, daddy bear?”

“think y’already know the answer to that, honeybee,” katsuki drawls, tripping over his words filled, oh so generously with blazing desire. he still remains sheathed inside you, a darling whine dripping from his cherry lined lips— the ones sore from kissing you— as he gives an experimental thrust into the tight heat of your core. you accept him willingly, opening up for him like a blossoming flower which makes katsuki’s hot breath stutter from the overstimulation. neither of you can look away, sharing the intimate moment of his length sinking into you— katsuki groans as you suck him in inch by inch before leaning over and attaching his lips to yours, licking at the seam of them in order to coax them open. his wife is a tease however; denying him the pleasure of sucking on her tongue...for now at least.

but it’s all worth it, for katsuki wants to burn the erotic sight of you beneath him into his mind forever. your skin shines like it was kissed by the setting moon, eyes hooded and holding a lust that only burns brightly for him while your chest heaves in anticipation of your husband claiming you for the second time that morning. “m-move suki, please—c-can’t...” the tail end of your pleas fall away with the fading night sky.

the man doesn’t need to be told twice.

save for a few shallow thrusts to get going, katsuki soon finds himself pistoning into you at an unruly, god speed pace. the blonde revels in the way one hand of yours twirls strands of his hair between your fingers whilst the other digs crescent moons into his blemished honey skin. helpless huffs and candied cries tickle bakugou’s ears while he presses your body flush against his and pins you down with his hips.

their movements don’t ever waver, cock catching on every ridge your damp pussy has to offer him, each thrust calculated amplify your pleasure that rolls in heatwaves throughout your body. katsuki’s mind grows blank, thick with the mirage you’ve cast over him from the way you push back against him, taking more of his inches into you.

“ngh, lovebug,” you say, high off of euphoria while katsuki’s leaking cock bears down harshly on your g-spot and you smile up at him deliriously— looking like the eighth wonder of the world. you grab the hand your husband uses to keep your thighs up and bring it down to your tummy for him to feel what you feel. “can feel your cock inside me, love, so big...makin’ my tummy bulge like a good daddy bear...”

something snaps within katsuki at the sound of your breathless praise; a feral blaze setting alight deep inside his chest— spreading throughout his body as his cock drives deeper and deeper inside your spongy, wet cunt— just about breaching the gates of your cervix. breed her. fuck her. make her swollen with your cum. bakugou can’t even think straight; intoxicated by the way you move against him, the way you look so full of him and his thick length.

he wants you to look full all of the time. so katsuki does with the only way he knows how. dropping his head to your neck, sharp attack your neck with blossoms of bruises forming under your skin in the name of love— you whine, a gorgeous symphony of his name against his ear while you tangle your fingers in the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. “y’can’t jus...jus say stuff like that to me, honey...” bakugou croons against your skin, screwing his eyes shut while his hips pick up the pace and plunging his length right into your womb. the sounds of your arousal wetly spill into the sex scented air— fuelling katsuki to thrust into you faster. “not if you...n-not if you don’t want me to fuck another one of those shitty brats into you.”

as stuttered as his words are, bakugou means every single one of them. a primal desire activates in the back of his mind, overriding every single of senses. just the thought of lining your womb with his pungent seed, making you pregnant once again and seeing you round and full with katsuki’s child is enough to drive him off of the rails. And the pro hero knows that you feel the same, he can tell by the way your heat clamps down on his cock and strangles him, as if to milk him of every ounce of his cum.

“yes, want you to make me pregnant suki, make me a mommy again, please—!” you simper out loud, desperate tears springing to your eyes while the bed groans beneath you. visions of you round and swollen with a baby drives him to thrust into you harder, faster so that more and more of his precum spills into you. “know you want it, want it too...your cum, deep inside me—ohmygod suki—yes!”

bakugou slaps a hand over your mouth, watching as your sweet doe eyes brim with tears at the languid roll of his hips against yours. “careful honeybee, don’t want the kids to...fuckin’ hell... h-hear—“ he stutters, eyes rolling, limbs shaking violently. his other hand drops between your conjoined bodies, drawing vicious circles into your swollen clit to draw you closer and closer to the edge. star dust is littered behind your eyes, the bright white signifying the race to your high that only katsuki can give to you. “or do you want to be heard, you want everyone to hear how full you’re gonna become when i get you pregnant again. how you’ll whine and beg me to suck on your tits when you start makin’ that sweet milk for our baby. is that what you fuckin’ want, yn?”

you can’t help the way your pussy flutters around his cock that brutally grazes your g-spot— the dirty words your husband speaks like music to your ears. a symphony with his moans and the sounds of his balls slapping against your bare ass. “oooh, shit baby, you must do with the way your lil cunny clamps down on me—just like that...”

“oh god, lovebug please...cum...cum! need it daddy bear—can’t take it anymore,” you babble against katsuki’s hand, brain turning to mush at the unbearable pleasure. the knot in your tummy becomes tighter, close to snapping as the white light of pleasure clouds your view.

patterns drawn diligently against your clit speed up; turning to quick figure of eights to tease your orgasm. “‘course you fuckin’ do honey baby, my little breeding bitch. my sweet little wife who can’t wait to be a mommy again. take this cock, you dirty whore. take it and I’ll give you my fuckin’ baby.” bakugou slurs, losing all control as the pace of his hips begins to falter. you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, tip pulsing with the need to paint your insides.

your gazes lock within the frenzy, while your back arches and hips lift to take your husband deeper inside you. dynamite is feral like you’ve never seen before; an animal reduced purely back to instinct. unfocused red eyes become teary like your own with hot pleasure while they lock onto you but you know that behind lust; loved the adoration and love your husband holds for you. thats all you need to reach the edge and tumble into your orgasm,

it takes but a few more thrusts and a pinch to your clit before you’re cumming— release squirting out and splattering against bakugou’s toned abdomen.

the blonde never lets up while you cum undone on his iron hot rod, letting him pump into you with unrelenting feverishness. katsuki is desperate, needing an extra push even with you strangling his cock with your insides. “s-say you’ll make your daddy a daddy baby, say you’ll give me another fucking kid. fuck, fuck yeah...please honey baby—“ bakugou damn near sobs, trembling violently above you as his breath hitches with ever hiccup.

smiling gently, you pull his head to your neck, cradling your husband while his pace slows to circular grinds. “i’ll make you a daddy again, you can cum for me now lovebug...”

“shit, shit, oh god— cummin’...” thats all bakugou needs to hear before bottoming out inside of your abused hole— screaming against your bitten flesh and forcing his cock into your fertile womb as he sprays with his thick, sticky seed. white coats every ridge and crevice of your pussy while impatient thrusts slow to sensual grinds. you feel the tears of neediness soak the supple skin of your neck, rocking your hips against katsuki to milk his cock for all it’s worth— even if slow waves of his cum seep down your folds and to the sheets below.

“g’morning, katsuki,” you sigh blissfully, fingers combing through your lover’s sweaty mop of sun kissed locks. the pair of you lie still, limbs still intertwined as you catch your breath under the orange hues of the light outside.

your husband shifts his head to look at you, eyelids heavy over blood red eyes with a satisfied look on his face. he’ll never get over having you all to himself first thing in the morning— katsuki bakugou will always consider that a luxury and as he looks to you, a great smile soon takes his features. “yeah...good fucking morning to you too, angel face,” bakugou doesn’t dare pull out of you, intent on keeping his word. “love you yn, you’re always so good to me...”

katsuk’s lips mould into a pout as you continue your earlier ministrations of brushing back sweat slicked hair away from his face before pressing a chase kiss to his lip and making his cock twitch from over sensitivity, inside of you. he was always a sucker for the romantic moments after a passionate round of sex, he was a domestic, love struck son of a bitch what could he say? “suki...lovebug, you know you can pull out if it’s too much,” you remind him, the sound of your voice pulling his attention back to you. as he stares; katsuki maps out every detail of your face, the way your eyes glitter in the mellow light that peeks from between closed curtains or the slight dip across your cheek in the form of a scar from where you’d been injured on the field— he spends time committing it all to memory as if it’s the last time he’ll get to witness such beauty. “you’re staring, bug.”

“nuh uh, not pulling out.” huffing, bakugou leans up for another kiss, which you happily provide him with as he curls up onto your chest like a kitten seeking warmth. “keepin’ you plugged full s’you can get preggers like i fuckin’ promised.”

“you were serious?” you question him first, earning yourself another grouchy huff before your eyes roll and a comfortable silence sweeps across your bedroom, periodically interrupted by the morning birds waking up and chirping. “always a man of your word, huh bug? don’t worry, we’ll make you a daddy bear soon, but i’ve got to clean up before the kids wake up.”

“don’ you fuckin’ move— leave the dumbass kids, they’ll be fine on their own.”

“not with taiga’s quirk coming through, now move, you’re heavy.”

with that, you manage to shove bakugou off of you and he only hisses lightly as his softened cock hits the cold air, already missing your heat. the banter between you both as husband and wife is always light and you always win; he wants to bite back but anything he says will be soft on his sharp tongue. damn you and you being the love of his life. bakugou watches as you fix his shirt over your frame and head to your en-suite bathroom to make yourself more presentable to your kids— mumbling something about how many times katsuki came inside of you.

sure there was a lot of it, but he’d only cum inside you twice and he was trying to give you a baby. again.

the shower turns on and he can hear the sound of water running but it doesn’t cover your sweet voice as you call for him. he could never miss that. “katsuki bakugou, you horny bastard, i love you, my daddy bear!” you sing for him; making the blonde smile.

“i love you more, honey baby,” he chuckles back, tucking himself back into sweats before settling back into the ruined sheets.

bakugou was so luckily to have you and you’re beautiful children— he wouldn’t trade any moment of his life for the world except for maybe more time with you. he swore, he’d spend forever loving you if he could.

“daddy?” sweet thoughts are cut off by the groggy voice of bakugou’s eldest daughter, taiga, who stands in the doorway of his bedroom rubbing her cherry red eyes.

the blonde grins, rising from his place in bed and crossing the room in three short strides. he quickly crouches down in front of his little girl and ruffle her unruly mop of matching blonde hair. “g’morning brat, what’s up?”

taiga clutches her shoto plushy tightly, the one uncle todoroki had gotten her for her first birthday ( the one that bakugou hated because it was his daughter’s favourite— kirishima hated it too because he had always thought he was the favourite uncle ), and pouts down at her father, scowling sleepily. bakugou knows if you could see the two of them now, you’d be saying she was the spitting image of him. “tatsumo woke up n wouldn’t stop whinin’, fink he’s hungry, daddy!” the little girl grumbles, clearly still reeling in the after effects of her sleep that got cut short.

“how about we go get him and make some pancakes then?” katsuki suggests softly, hauling his daughter onto his bare shoulders and being mindful not to drop her stupid fuckin’— i mean her plushy to the ground. “y’gonna help me mix up enough batter for ya ma n’ brother, you got that brat?”

taiga squeals as at the new found height, wrapping a singular chubby arm around bakugou’s head for support, making his heart burst at the tiny hand that grips his chin. fuck, he loved his life. “only if we can add choco chwips, daddy!”

“oi, don’t you push your fuckin’ luck with me brat, ya mommy might let you get away with eatin’ shit like that but not me—“ bakugou makes an attempt to scold his daughter while they make way towards his son’s room, but he already knows he’s going to give into her. he can’t say no to taiga.

“i’ll tell mommy you cursed at me!”

“why you little sh—“

“careful, katsuki, if you keep cursing her out i might have to put you on punishment later,” taiga bursts in to wriggly giggles on bakugou’s shoulders, making it harder to keep her in place as you brush past him to grab tatsumo from the nursery.

“daddy’s gonna get in trouble!”

the teasing tone to your voice lingers in the air while you fetch your son, who seems groggy and pouty when he comes into katsuki’s view— wrapped up in your arms while you wear a cleaner shirt of his. there’s that glint in your eye, similar to the one your children posses when they’re doing something mischievous. and that alone tells the ash blonde he’ll be getting punished in ways that could lead to another little one rushing through your house.

bakugou can roll with that.

but for now; he reaches up and pinches taiga’s nose— telling her to stop running her mouth and sending you into giggles while you carry your children downstairs for breakfast. katsuki bakugou couldnt remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep, but what he did know is that he’d always remember the very saccharine mornings he’d get to spend with you and your beautiful children after.

bonus:

“taiga, did you put chocolate chips in the batter even though i told you no?”

bakugou had turned his back for but a mere second to grab some milk for tatsumo; who played happily with smooshed bits of banana in his high chair— and suddenly, the batter was littered with the offending, tiny pieces of candy.

“no, it was mommy!”

“yn...”

you quickly throw your hands up in the air as defence, dropping the packet of sinful treats to the counter. “what? i’m having cravings, bakugou!”

“you’re not even pregnant, yn!” the man himself raises his spatula at you accusingly with a scowl, biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from cursing again.

you smile up at your husband, knowing he can’t stay mad at you for long. “but i will be, katsuki, it’s the thought that counts.” your eyes flicker up as you wipe the melted chocolate on your finger tips off with your tongue before moving to settle your daughter down for breakfast. bakugou splutters, cheeks flaming with a reddish rose at the thought of your soon to be baby and all the activity that comes with making one which makes you laugh. “oh and lovebug? your pancakes are burning.”

with a jump, katsuki turns to flick off the flame and save his batch of pancakes while you tend to your kids— leaving him to contemplate over your chocolate chip breakfast, how lucky he was to have you.

“i crave chocolate, can i get a pregnant?” taiga squeals shortly after.

“not a chance in hell, brat.”

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Our Kinda Love

Pairings: Javier Pena x f!reader

Warnings: I’m choosing not to give warnings like on ao3, for the benefit of the story.

Summary: an agreement was made. No feelings, no future, just sex. Easy right?! Wrong!

A/N: this is set when Javi comes home to Laredo for good after Columbia. Hope you enjoy 😊 Also I have one more Marcus Pike fic request to finish and a Zach Wellison head cannon. It will probably be next week when there posted.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

I do not love you.

I do not love you. You don’t want me to.

The words repeat in my head like a mantra as his face is buried between my thighs, tongue working me through another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Fuck…Javi.”

His lips are on my neck now, teeth biting the skin below my ear. I’m willing myself to focus on the pleasure, to focus on the feel of his warm skin on mine, the noises he makes that have become like music to my ears, but my head is so frazzled that I can’t.

I can’t because this right here is all we will ever be. Sexual partners, lovers, nothing more nothing less and I should be ok with that, it’s what I agreed to after all, but I’m not. Not anymore.

“Everything ok hermosa?”

“Hmm?”

“You seem lost. Like your miles away.”

“I’m fine. Keep going,” you say as you move your hips up against him, urging him to fuck you. You can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t dare look at him, afraid that if you do, he’ll see exactly what’s wrong with you. He gently places his hand on your cheek, slowly moving your face towards him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…please?”

He doesn’t have to be asked twice as he lines himself up at your entrance and pushes inside you, making you gasp as he fills you completely. His hips roll into you over and over and you can feel another orgasm building. A tear runs down your face onto the pillow at the thought that this is it. This is the last time you let him fuck you. Your heart can’t take it anymore. Javi’s hips piston into you, his groans reverberating off the walls. You need to stop crying you think to yourself; you need to fuck him so hard that when he’s balls deep in another, he’s thinking of you. Moving your hand to his chest you push him back and he knows what you want as he grips onto your hips tight, pulling you on top of him as he lays back against the mattress.

“Wanna ride me baby?”

“Yeah…so…fuck Javi I’m close,” you moan out as you begin to ride him hard. He sits up just enough to pull your nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing it, causing you to cry out his name.

“Javi…yes just like that…fuck…suck it…oh god oh god I’m…I’m gonna…Javi.”

He groans into your breasts and his grip on your hips tightens as your cunt clenches around him, pulling him in like it’s trying to swallow him whole. He continues to thrust into you until he’s completely spent. Falling back onto the bed he pulls you down with him, softening cock still inside you. The thrum of his heart below your ear is beginning to lull you to sleep. You need to get out of here. Pushing yourself off him you begin to gather your clothes and quickly dress. Sitting up in bed he looks over at you. You can feel his eyes on you.

“What are you doing hermosa?”

“Don’t Javi. You know what I’m doing.”

“You don’t have to go straight away.”

“That isn’t us though. We fuck and then either I leave, or you do,” you say with a slight anger in your tone. Making your way towards his door you turn around and look him straight in the eye.

“I can’t do this anymore Javier, I broke all our rules. Tell Chucho I’ll have that order delivered later today. Thanks for everything and I’m sorry.” You don’t wait to see if he comes after you or if he says anything, you just hop in your truck and leave.

***

Javi is in a daze walking around the ranch, he hasn’t been able to think straight since you left yesterday. He knows that Chucho is suspicious, but he doesn’t want to talk about it, not yet at least. I can’t do this anymore Javier, I broke all our rules. Those words have been repeating on a loop in his head. You broke the rules, there were only two.

1: Don’t fall in love with each other.

2: Don’t expect a future.

Javi had set them, he wanted to protect you from, him. After his life in Columbia and his failed relationship with Lorraine, not to mention all the informants he’s been with, he didn’t want you getting your hopes up. He wasn’t meant for commitment. He couldn’t give you what you wanted. What you deserved. He had been selfish, wanting you but not willing to give you anything in return. Just pleasure. It’s what he’s good at.

“Hijo, eres un idiota,” son you’re an idiot Chucho says as he passes Javi, making his way into the kitchen to make coffee. “You let that beautiful, smart woman go, idiota. If that were me, I would have chased after her and told her I loved her.”

“I don’t lo…”

“You may be able to lie to yourself Javi, but you can’t lie to me. I’ve known you since the day you were born. I also know what love looks like. I loved your mother more than anything for twenty-five years, hell I still do, she was my everything. Y/N is an amazing woman and I don’t know what’s been going on, but you need to fix it, before it’s too late and someone else sweeps her off her feet.”

“She deserves better than me pops.”

“She probably does, your mom deserved better than me, but she loved me anyway. What I do know is that no one is going to love her right now, as much as you. It’s just a matter of what your going to do about it.” Chucho pats Javi on the back and takes his mug of coffee to the front room, the sound of the T.V floating through to the kitchen. Javi stares down at his hands, a million thoughts running through his head, it isn’t until his eyes land on a picture of his mom and dad smiling at each other that he knows what he must do. Grabbing his keys to the truck he grabs his jacket and rushes out the door.

“Ese es mi chico,” that’s my boy Chucho says smiling into his mug.

***

You didn’t know you could cry this much, didn’t think it was possible but here you are curled up in bed, tears flowing steadily down your cheeks. God why was this so hard. That night he walked up to you in the bar you should have turned him away, should have at least said no to his offer but you couldn’t. You’ve always had a thing for Javier, ever since school when he was with Lorraine.

Pulling the covers tighter around you, letting the warmth sooth your aching heart, you fail to hear the muffled sound of voices coming from downstairs. Or the thud of feet on the landing. In fact, you aren’t aware of anything until a warmth settles itself behind you, the weight of an arm on your hip.

“Hermosa?”

Eyes shoot open and you slowly turn to find Javi laying beside you. This is a dream you think to yourself. Or a nightmare.

“Hermosa I can assure you it’s neither, I’m right here,” he says looking at you softly, something, some emotion hidden behind his dark eyes. You flush in embarrassment at the fact that you had spoken that out loud.

“What…what are you doing here Javi,” you croak out, voice hoarse from all the crying.

“We need to talk. About us.”

“There’s nothing to say Javi. I told you already, I broke our rules, your rules so this has to end. If we continue this, it’s only going to hurt me more when it inevitably ends.”

His hand moves to cup your cheek gently, a softness in his eyes you’ve never seen before. “What if it doesn’t.”

“What are you talking about?”

He leans in and kisses your lips softly and you’re sure he can taste the salt from your tears, but you don’t care. All you care about is the feel of his lips on yours. Pulling away and resting his forehead against yours he breathes in deep before continuing.

“What if we don’t end? What if we keep going with this? What if I tell you I love you?”

Pulling away now to create some sort of distance you look at him with so much hurt in your eyes. He’s mocking you.

“You can’t be serious Javi? You can’t say things like that, you can’t give my heart hope like that, it isn’t fair. You told me from the beginning that you wouldn’t give me a future, that you wouldn’t love me and I foolishly accepted that because I wanted you, and if the only way I was going to have you was just for sex. Well I was willing to risk it. Risk my heart but I can’t risk it anymore. Especially now,” you whisper.

His arm snakes around your waist pulling you close, his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to risk it. Risk it for me because somewhere along the way, somewhere between the moans and the pleasure and the late-night rendezvous. I fell in love with you. I think some part of me knew all along that it was inevitable, and I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Y/N, I love you. I’m in love with you and I’m wiling to break the rules for you. If you’ll have me?”

“Your serious? You really love me?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. I want a future with you, the house, the marriage, the kids, all of it.” Your lips are on his and your hand snakes behind his head pulling him impossibly close.

“I need you Javi,” you say looking at him with lust blown eyes. His clothes are removed quickly followed by your own and he’s nestled in between your thighs, the hard length of him pressed against you.

Lining himself up at your core, his eyes search yours for any hesitation and when he sees none he pushes in slowly.

“Oh fuck…” you gasp into his mouth.

“I don’t want you to be gentle Javi, fuck me. I need to feel you.”

He groans into your neck as he begins to rock his hips into you, his hand wrapped around your leg giving him a better angle. Your nails are digging into his back as you grip him tight. He pulls out of you and you groan at the loss.

“On your knees baby.”

Barely having turned over, he grips you tight thrusting himself back into you. Its rough and fast and you moan loudly into the pillow as he has you coming hard around his cock. Gripping onto your hair he pulls you back, you’re back hitting his chest. He continues to thrust up into you, his hand grabbing at your breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. Your cunt flutters around him and he moans into your neck as he climaxes, spurting rope after rope of his come into you. He holds you there for a few minutes, panting into your ear as you come down from your high before he falls onto the bed pulling you with him. He’s pulled out of you now his seed dripping out of your cunt onto the sheets below. He wraps an arm around you pulling you into him.

“I meant what I said, I love you Y/N.”

“So were doing this then.”

“Yeah we are.”

“Good, then that makes this easier,” you say as you reach over to your nightstand and pull out a box, handing it slowly to Javi. He looks at you, confusion written on his face until he opens the box and a gasp escapes past his lips. He’s frozen and your worried now that this will be the tipping point. That this isn’t what he wanted. All your doubts are erased as tears stream down his face and he looks at you with a smile on his face.

“Is this really happening? You’re really…we’re having a..” his eyes drift to your stomach, his hand going to rest gently on it.

“Yeah, we’re having a baby. I took the test yesterday. I was late and I’m never late…” Your cut off by his lips on yours and he’s rolling on top of you again.

“Let me make love to you,” he says between kisses. Nodding at him he slips inside and you both moan at the feeling of him filling you. You’ve had sex with him a lot, but this somehow feels different, like he’s trying to tell you something, something his words never could. Its slow and sensual and you both climax together. You both lay there panting and sweaty before he moves down the bed, his head resting beside your stomach.

“Hola mi princesita. Papi te quiere mucho. Espera hasta que le digamos a tu abuelo, el va a ester en la luna. Te amo mi princesa.”

You don’t really know what he said only making out a few words, but you have tears in your eyes at the special moment between them. Raking your hand through his hair, you smile down at him as he looks up to you with love and adoration in his eyes.

“Your happy then?”

“So happy, and I’m never letting you go again.” He kisses your lips softly.

“Wait until pops hears he’s going to be an abuelo. This is going to make that old man’s day. He’ll start building a crib and everything, you wait and see. Can’t blame him, he thought he’d never have this, hell neither did I. I’ve never been happier that I do, and I have you to thank mi amor.”

“Well you helped, it wasn’t all me,” you say laughing a little.

“I suppose I did.”

Looking at him now you can’t help but smile, you will finally have a future with the man you love.

I love you.

I love you. You love me too.

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tetsuwhore · 4 years

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𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 | 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

Description: you’re so soft, so pliant against him, innocently fluttering your eyelashes as you look up at him. it makes Oikawa want to ruin you. so, he does.

Warning: explicit smut - corruption kink, overstimulation, one mention of videotaping, soft dom!Oikawa, shy!Reader

Length: 4.1k words

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Oikawa had only wanted to kiss you goodbye.

That’s all he had meant to do - end the night a little sweet before leaving your doorway for the drive back to his apartment. Maybe even whisper something in your ear about how he couldn’t wait to see how pretty you looked in your outfit for the next date night, just so he had one last chance to see your face grow pink at his cheekiness.

But he doesn’t even reach that far, because before he can pull away, you’re grasping on to the thick of his shoulders, bringing his lips back against your soft ones. You’re kissing him hard, with far more vigour than he was expecting. It’s uncharacteristic of you. He can’t bring himself to pull away.

He wants to lose himself - to the saccharine scent of your perfume, to the magnetic pull of your arms as they loop around his neck, to the feeling of your soft tits pressing up against the hardness of his chest. Suddenly, Oikawa’s intoxicated, and it has nothing to do with the wine from earlier tonight. No, it’s you; you’re everywhere, all around him. And he’s so tempted to simply give in to the inebriation.

But he shouldn’t. It was too early, wasn’t it? No, he should wait until you’re ready. That would be the right thing to do. All he had to do was gently pull away from you and-

“Oikawa-kun… I need you to, um, to touch me? Please?”

Fuck. You’re practically begging him to fuck you. And he wants to. Oikawa wants to.

Maybe he should. He considers the thought - it would be cruel of him not to, wouldn’t it? To deny you, even when he can feel the needy undulation of your front against his crotch, and your hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric of your blouse.

And when you begin moaning into his mouth, whining about how you wanted him - no, needed him - to make you feel good, Oikawa knows that he physically can’t push you away.

So he makes haste of fishing your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door, and swiftly bringing you inside before he lost all his senses and fucked you right there at the doorway of your apartment.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ: *⋆.*:･ﾟ: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

It’s amusing, really.

How the moment Oikawa has you laying on the bed, with him hovering on top of you, you lose all remnants of that forwardness. Every trace of the boldness from earlier melts away, and left behind, is his shy, timid girlfriend.

He’s stripped your pants away, leaving your bottom half naked, save for your panties. It’s a flimsy thing, with fabric so thin that he can practically feel the dampness soaking through to his pants. And it does absolutely nothing to protect you from the rutting of his hardening bulge against your clothed clit.

It’s the slightest motion, just a simple brush every so often. And yet, you’re already a shaky mess under him, blushing and quivering at every movement. You’re unable to even look at him, tilting your head to the side, eyes pulled tightly shut.

“You need to be touched here,” Oikawa coos, his fingers lightly ghosting along the length of your clothed slit, “don’t you, baby?” He chuckles at the sight of your frantic nodding, moving off of you to support himself on one elbow. Thumbing your panties, he looks to you for permission, “How about we get this out of the way, hmm?”

Upon receiving your shy nod, he loops deft fingers into the waistband, slowing prying the fabric away from your dripping cunt. Oikawa has to contain himself - take a deep breath in so he doesn’t cum in his pants - as his eyes follow the clear string of slickness left behind as he slides your panties along your quivering thighs, all the way down to your ankles, before placing it aside.

Your eyes are still screwed shut, likely from the embarrassment of being so exposed in front of him. But when a second passes, then one more, and then another still, your eyes flutter open. You turn to him, confusion evident in your expression as you watch him remain where he is - idly resting by your side on one arm.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Your eyes are the size of saucers now, gaping up at him as you stutter over your words.

“I- I can’t- That’s too…”

“Go on, baby,” Oikawa coaxes gently, “For me.”

He follows your shaky hand as it ghosts along your abdomen, before finally reaching the place between your legs. He’s patient, waiting silently as he watches your eyes fall shut again, listening for the soft whimpers that escape your lips as your fumbling fingers brush against your quivering inner folds.

You have your bottom lip pulled tight between your teeth - a habit of nervousness, he’s learnt. Nervous about what? Nervous about… him? The thought of it makes Oikawa grin to himself. Even with your eyes closed, he knows you’re aware. You’re painfully aware of how he’s watching you, silently scrutinizing your slightest movements, your every reaction.

It’s a tinge sadistic, he knows; he really should be doing more to make you feel more at ease. And yet, the sight of you so self-conscious and awkward under his sharp gaze, so desperate to make yourself as small as you can…

It just makes him even harder.

“Oikawa-kun… I can’t”

He’s quick to card his fingers through your hair, softly rubbing them against your scalp in soothing motions. Planting a light kiss to your forehead, Oikawa whispers reassuring praises in your ear, hoping it would be enough to coax you into continuing the ministrations of your fingers.

“No, I really c-can’t…” your voice is so small that he barely catches what you say, “I don’t- I don’t know how…”

Huh. How interesting.

Oikawa raises a brow in curiosity, “You’ve never touched yourself before?” Shaking your head, “Just on-once,” you quietly confess, “but I didn’t, um… y’know…”

Very interesting, indeed.

“Tell me about it,” he presses gently, “What did you think about, hmm?”

“It was that day after you, um, you t-took me to… to watch you practice,” your voice is laced with embarrassment now, uncontrollably shaky, “I couldn’t s-stop thinking about you...” Gulping, you keep going, “So, uh, after you dr-dropped me home, I- I-”

Oikawa hums, hoping the feigned nonchalance of it was believable enough to hide how crazy your words were driving him.

“I tried to, um, you know, t-touch… d-down there... but all I could t-think, oh-” your breath hitches in surprise as you glance down to find his other hand drawing slow circles on the skin of your thigh. Hovering so, very dangerously close to the heat of your cunt. And yet, he keeps his eyes on your face, waiting for you to continue.

“I kept thinking about… about y-your fingers… how they’re so much longer and, ah- and th-thicker than mine,” his eyes are growing wider, darker at every utterance slipping from your lips. Did you have any idea what you were doing to his ego?

“And how mine got too… um, too t-tired to continue, but yours,” you’re struggling so hard now, voice so shaky that you’re barely coherent, “yours would pr-probably m-make… make me… oh-”

But now those very fingers are lightly tracing the outside of your pussy lips, and the rest of it comes out so garbled that Oikawa isn’t even sure it can be considered speech. It’s okay, he can forgive you. Because fuck, this was really too much, and he would be a hypocrite to chide you for it.

Oikawa would be a hypocrite to judge you when his own thoughts were completely scrambled, swarming all over the place as he zoned in on the mental picture of you.

Of his cute girlfriend, lying alone in her bed that night, fingers sunken deep into her dripping cunt as she fantasized about him. Of his little sweetheart, realizing in frustration that her tiny little fingers weren’t enough to make her cum, that they could never be enough, because she needed him to do it for her. Of his-

“Oikawa-kun, please!” your shrill pleading interrupts his thoughts, “I-I need… I need…”

Him. You need him.

And oh, he wanted to give you what you needed. Oikawa wanted to fuck you up, he wanted to ruin you, he wanted to use his fingers, his tongue, his thigh, his cock, all of it, until you were completely and utterly tainted by him.

Still, he was selfish. He couldn’t just give you everything that easily, right? He was ready to spoil you (and he did mean in both ways), but he needed something from you first.

“Okay, cutie, okay,” Oikawa has to hide the laugh bubbling in his throat when he hears your breath of relief, “But first, I think you need to address me properly.”

“Huh? Oikawa-kun, wha-”

He tuts disapprovingly at that, trailing his fingers away from your clit, now throbbing from being neglected for so long. He chuckles when you try to grip on to his arm, weakly attempting to bring him to where you needed him most. Except, he was Oikawa Tooru - professionally trained athlete. It wouldn’t work.

You’re still shaking, skin still flushed that gorgeous shade of crimson. But there’s a desperation in you now, a hunger for more, and he sees it perfectly in your frenzied movements as you grind your hips up in a feeble attempt to reach his straying fingers.

He hears it loud and clear in your shrill whines as you beg, “Oikawa… I’ll do a-anything, just- just touch me!”

This time, Oikawa does laugh. It’s low, dark, as he takes in your words. Were you even aware of what you were saying, of the magnitude of that word - ‘anything’? But as his gaze returns to your face, as he watches how you peer up at him through tear-glazed eyes, eyelashes fluttering ever so innocently, he realizes.

No. You don’t have a fucking clue what you’re offering him, the power you’re placing in his hands. It’s dangerous. Because again, Oikawa - ever the opportunist - is selfish. And when you offer him an inch, he’ll always go after the mile.

“My little cutie is willing to do anything? Just so I make her cum? Hmm, how about...” he hums against your neck, grinning at how you shudder at the feel of his hot breath on your skin, “...you call me by my name then?”

You look up at him in confusion, “W-What? Oik-”

“My actual name.”

It’s such a simple thing really, so easy to overlook. Getting you to drop the formalities. One by one - first with the lack of honorifics, and now, using his first name. To anyone else, it may have seemed so trivial. But this was you. His shy little girlfriend - so respectful, so polite, always ready with your pleases and thank yous.

“Please make me cum… T-Tooru…”

And so, it was more than enough for him.

Suddenly, he’s on top of you again, hot mouth swallowing your surprised whimpers as he kisses you hard, rough, hungry. Oikawa’s ruthless as his teeth tug down on your bottom lip, giving way for his tongue to slither in and taste the sweet inside of your mouth. It swipes against the edges of your teeth, licks up into the roof of your mouth, before finally tangling with yours.

And fuck, you’re moaning, you’re moaning into the kiss, because now his bulge is right against your naked cunt, rubbing up your swollen clit.

You flinch when the sound of ripping fabric echoes through the room.

His large hands pull the shredded remnants of your blouse away, allowing him a second to drink in your trembling form, now free of the oppressive cloth hiding you away from him. Oikawa trails his eyes down your heaving chest, focuses on the slight jiggle of your naked breasts as you attempt to control your staggering breaths.

You remind him of a porcelain doll - pretty, delicate, probably been treated like fragile glassware all your life. And your skin… your skin is smooth as china; it’s completely clear, with not a single blemish in sight.

Yet, all Oikawa can think about is tarnishing it, bruising it, treating it like his own personal canvas and splotching it with angry blooms of red, blue, and purple.

So, he does. His mouth ravages the expanse of your skin, sucking and kissing and licking and biting, exploring every crevice. But wait- you’re pushing him away, fingers wrangling with the hem of his shirt. Pulling apart, Oikawa makes haste of yanking his shirt off, hissing when he finally, finally feels your dainty hands grasping on to his naked skin.

Then he’s back to abusing your skin, delving into the soft cups of your breasts, into the crook of your neck. And he can hear all kinds of sounds escaping your lips - from pleasure, desperation, maybe even… pain?

He can’t tell; and he would’ve been more concerned, but right now, he simply doesn’t care, because you’re moaning for ‘more Tooru!’, you’re gripping his shoulders closer to you and you’re arching your back up so he can latch his mouth onto one of your nipples.

Your thighs are already quivering as he glides down to hover over them, slowly trailing kisses along the skin of your midriff before finally settling in between your legs. You watch, breath bated, eyes wide in trepidation as Oikawa slowly hooks one calve over his broad shoulder. The other thigh, however, he presses flat down on the mattress.

“Don’t move this one.”

You’re blushing fiery red, clearly mortified at having your cunt spread open on display in front of him. And yet, you see how much his eyes have hardened, now a murky black as they lock on you. There isn’t any option available other than to nod.

“Good girl.”

And as Oikawa peers down at your glistening folds - his face so close that he’s practically inhaling the smell of sex, of sin - he wishes he had the patience to draw it out, to explore every part of you properly. But your desperation is practically palpable, with the frenzied undulation of your hips, and the way you’re chewing on your bottom lip in anticipation.

He decides to be generous.

With one clear, fluid stroke, he’s dragging his tongue up the length of your slit, and he’s dragging the most wanton moan out of your lips. He can’t hold back his own sounds either, because fuck, you’re delicious. You’re saccharine sweet, and all Oikawa can think about is how he wants more, more, more.

So he takes it. Straightening his tongue out, he moves it past your slit, dips it into the warm cavern of your cunt and laps up all the slickness he can reach. His nose is nudged up against your clit, brushing against it as his slick tongue continues to explore the inside of your slopping pussy.

Oikawa tilts his head to the side slightly, stealing a glance at the thigh that isn’t in his grasp. It’s trembling, hovering ever-so-slightly off the mattress. And yet, he can see how painfully tight the muscle is strained as it remains in its place, just like he asked (or rather, ordered). Even with his mouth buried deep in your folds, he feels his lips draw into a smile. You’re such a good girl for him; so obedient.

Deciding that he had indulged enough, Oikawa withdraws his tongue from inside you and begins furiously lapping it up, all the way from your slit to your throbbing clit. He keeps it up, repeating it again and- wait, suddenly, he realizes that you’ve fallen quiet, and he looks up, and... are you- are you wincing? Concerned, he pulls away slightly.

“Something wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

His warm hand caresses up and down your thigh, reassuring you as you attempt to muster up the right words, “I- I like it. But, um, c-could you… could you, maybe go… softer?”

Oikawa chuckles to himself, as he settles back in. Of course. How could he allow himself to get so carried away? His little cutie was delicate, so utterly sensitive to his every touch. He needed to keep in mind that he couldn’t just ravage you at every stop.

(Even if the thought was a little more than enticing).

And ah, there it is. That’s the sound he was looking for. Oikawa knows he’s got it right when you’re squirming in his hold, sharp whimpers and mewls bubbling out of your lips over, and over, and over again. So he swipes his tongue the same way you seem to enjoy so much.

Over, and over, and over again.

You’ve shed away all inhibitions now, shamelessly grinding your cunt against his face, smearing your slick all over his chin and cheeks. His peripherals roam up your quivering body, settling on your face. Your neck is jerked forward slightly, granting him the perfect view of your expression. You have your eyes screwed shut, mouth pulled slack, cheeks reddened and slightly wet with your spit running down the sides.

Fuck. You’re gorgeous like this. Oikawa wants to brand the image into his memory, keep it safe so it can resurface every time he’s alone and got his hand wrapped around his dick as he thinks about you. Or maybe... maybe, you’d even let him get a camera to record it?

Well, he’ll have to remember to ask about it, but later. Because suddenly, your tiny fingers are tangling themselves in his chocolate locks, your lips sobbing a string of “Tooru! Tooru! Tooru!” You cum violently, messily as your cunt practically drools on to his tongue. Oikawa eats you through it, letting you ride out the waves of your pleasure on his flattened tongue.

And then, he keeps going.

He doesn’t pull away even as you cry out at the oversensitivity, your knee knocking into his temple in a frenzied restlessness. Oikawa simply grips your hips down into the mattress and keeps his tongue buried in the folds of your hot cunt, tangling his tongue against the little nub. He only settles back once you’ve cum again, sending a fresh new pool of slickness dripping down his chin.

You don’t expect it when he surges up to place his body on top of yours, his lips already finding yours in a hungry kiss. It’s messy, with your release smearing all over your cheeks and chin from his face. Oikawa pulls away once he’s satisfied, giving you the chance to finally, finally catch a short breath. He grins at the fresh slick now coating your lower face.

Parting your lips with his thumb, he smears it across your tongue, grinning as he asks, “Tastes good, don’t you think?”

He watches as you tilt your face to the side, casting your eyes away from his piercing gaze. You respond with a shy nod.

“So, cutie,” Oikawa begins, a smug smirk on his face, “You must be pretty tired, I don’t think you can handle my cock right away. Maybe we should leave it at this, hmm?”

And fuck, it’s all worth it when he sees the desperation, the pure need on your face when you rush to grip on to his forearm, begging him to keep going, that you could take whatever he had to give you, that you needed something to fill you up.

Sure enough, when he glances down, he sees how your cunt pulsates, clenching around nothing. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be able to hold back.

“Since you seem so insistent,” he feigns a cocky tone, as if he isn’t the one with the raging boner, “You want me to fuck you then? Stretch you out with my cock?”

You remain silent, choosing to nod again. Oh, that wouldn’t do. “No, no,” Oikawa shakes his head in disapproval, “Use your words, baby.”

“Want you to-” your lower lip trembles as you speak, the embarrassment causing hot tears to gather at the corners of your closed eyes, “want you to- to f-fuck me… Tooru...”

Hearing such filth escape your lips is the last straw. His patience is now replaced by a ferocious need, a craving, a hunger.

From that point, the rest feels like a fever dream. Oikawa remembers sheathing himself in you, gritting his teeth and hissing as your tight cunt somehow manages to resist the entry of his cock while simultaneously sucking him in deeper. He can feel the sharp sting of your nails as they scramble for purchase on the sweat sheened surface of his broad back.

He definitely remembers the way you tighten up as you cum, your body succumbing to his strong thrusts and harsh rutting against your clit. The silky walls of your cunt clamp up around his dick, making him have to work harder and harder to move every inch.

Oikawa recalls you whimpering into his ear, sobbing about how it was too much, how you couldn’t handle more, how you were far too sensitive. And yet, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, because it’s you who is pulling his hips deeper into you with your legs, and it’s you who has got your arms wrapped around his shoulders in a deadlock.

What Oikawa can picture most vividly, however, is you cupping his flushed cheeks, pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. The tenderness of your touch, of your warm mouth, of you, so soft and pliant under him - it’s all such a stark contrast to the harshness of his thrusts.

Then, your gentle voice is at his ear again, but this time you’re telling him you love him, you love him, you love him, you-

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ*⋆.*:･ﾟ: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

The room is dense with the sound of your staggering breaths intermingling with his.

For a moment, Oikawa allows himself to black the world out, closing his eyes and resting his head against your heaving breasts. He can faintly feel a soft pressure against his temple - he realizes that it’s your lips, planting one, two, three kisses along his skin.

Lifting his head up, Oikawa allows his eyes to fall open, so they can face yours.

And then, you’re both breaking out into giggles.

“Fuck, you deserve an Oscar for that.”

“God, yeah, I definitely do,” you laugh, “Hell, I almost believed myself during some of it.”

“It was incredible, baby. Really,” Oikawa’s tone grows uncharacteristically hesitant as he continues, “But… you enjoyed it too, right? Wasn’t uncomfortable or anything?”

“Relax, Tooru. No, I wasn’t uncomfortable,” you shake your head, your hands moving to gently cup his face. “I knew I could trust you. Besides, t’was fun playing pillow princess for a bit. But, uh...” you stretch out your leg, wincing at the ache, “my thigh is sore as a bitch right now.”

He chuckles at that, a long arm already extending down your leg to massage the cramps away.

“Really though, who would’ve guessed - world famous athlete Oikawa Tooru is really a freak who fantasizes about ruining his-” you snicker as you make a mock attempt at imitating his silky tone, “his ‘innocent little cutie’ of a girlfriend.”

“Hey! It’s not that weird,” Oikawa whines defensively. “But, fuck, you really pulled some of that stuff straight out of my fantasies. Like, that whole thing about not being able to touch yourself properly because you needed me to get you off? It’s so-”

“I would like to interject and remind you that you cannot possibly expect me to believe that you’d know how to get me off better than I would. No fucking way a dude knows my body better than I do. That’s some weird porn shit right there.”

“Shhh, it’s a nice fantasy, though - my girl fucking herself silly on her fingers, only to get frustrated when she can’t cum because it doesn’t feel right and she needs me to do it for her. Don’t spoil it, let a man dream.”

You roll your eyes at him, flicking his forehead with your finger, but nonetheless, pull his head back against your chest. Oikawa settles against you with a satisfied yawn, strong arms wrapped tight around your middle.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Tooru...”

Oh no.

He can feel the incessant tapping of your fingers against his fingers. Looking up, he groans at the sight of the mischievous grin on your face.

“I know you want to,” he sighs, “Just say it.”

“...even if you are a freak.”

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pleasantanathema · 3 years

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Miche Zacharias | Ripe

Pairing: Miche x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Breeding, Cum Eating, A Lot of Cum, Multiple Orgasms, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read more fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. All this excessive cum is dedicated to the love of my life @titan-fodder, thank you for always encouraging me and hyping me up 💖

“I can smell when you’re ovulating. It’s sweeter,” Miche buried his nose into your neck, stubble sending sparks up your skin, “thicker.”

“There’s no way you can smell that.”

Insistent hands pulled at your shirt, fingers sneaking underneath to rub against your sides.

He moved you easily, like a doll on strings, pinning you against the door and caging you in with all his brawn. Your palms pushing against his chest were useless; Miche had always been like this, some unmovable force in your life. Always pressing against you, capturing you when you least expected it, just because he could. Because he knew you wanted him all the same.

“Babe I can smell a titan a mile away, of course I can smell what’s happening in this sweet little body of yours.”

A purr almost left your throat from how good it felt to have his large hands smoothing over your stomach, thumbs dipping below your waistband to tease closer to what he wanted. Your fingers curled into the green threads of his shirt, toes stretching as you tried to get closer. He dipped his head with a smirk, tongue sweeping into your mouth without question, dark, acidic notes of lingering wine stinging the back of your cheeks. It was bitter, addictive.

Thrills spread across your back as you kissed him, sloppy, open mouthed and sinful. You liked being his dirty little secret, always fucking him when no one was looking. You’d done it for years, curling around each other late at night, drinking down cum and slick like hidden ambrosia.

Long fingers wandered further into your pants, sinking into the wetness between your folds. A gasp left your mouth, but still you kept chasing his lips, drowning in him.

“I should breed you,” he whispered.

The words made your ears burn, made your lungs feel too hot. It was like you were already in the hazey headspace of sex and he’d barely even touched you.

“Think about it,” his palms were white-hot heat as he stripped you, lips sucking at the tender places on your body that made you keen, “we’d make the prettiest babies.”

You would, gods you knew that. Miche’s seed would be strong, virile, would create babies with brilliant green eyes and pretty faces. Something was churning in your belly, something deep, something blooming and ripe that was screaming to take part in the miracles of sex.

“Everyone would catch on if I started swelling with a baby-sized bump.”

“They would. But you’re mine anyways, doesn’t matter.”

He finished tearing the clothes away from your body, heavy fingers trailing over your stomach as he stood, skimming up to your breasts to pinch at your nipples.

“Get on the bed.”

You already knew what he wanted, crawling onto sheets that smelled like him—leather and coffee, warm and inviting, like home—and pressing your face into the pillows, arching your hips up as he stood at the edge of the bed stroking his cock.

“Fuck. Look at that pretty pussy.” A massive hand cupped your ass, his thumb making you shiver as he stroked over your folds, dipping the tip into your wetness so he could watch it stain his skin. “Let’s see how much cum you can take.”

The burn of him sinking inside of you was always a shock, a smoldering pleasure that made you feel so weak, so full. He used to have to prep you, but over time he learned you liked the arousing pain, liked to feel every fucking inch of him as he took his time letting your cunt suck him in.

His fingers were already on your clit before he even started moving, making you whimper and nearly buckle from the influx of pleasure that invaded your system.

“Been smelling you all fucking day, baby. Want you to milk this cock.”

You almost toppled over when he started to thrust, little waves of delight spreading up your spine with every drag of his cock along your walls. He knew how to play you, circling your clit so perfectly that you were already shaking. Your lower belly already hurt from clenching, all the euphoria rushing to your head and making you feel drunk.

“God you get so fucking tight,” he grunted, starting the kind of brutal pace that told you he was already aiming for the endgame, ready to fill you up and watch you drip.

“Fucking god, Miche, you can’t just—” but he could, your walls clamping before you could even enjoy the build up of orgasm, Miche pinching your clit just enough to wring your orgasm out of you. It almost hurt, so fast and hot and had your pussy so tight that you felt like you were going to burst around his cock.

The tight squeeze brought him closer, had him releasing your clit so he could use his long arms to pull you up by your shoulders. You were still spent, body only moving in response to his powerful hips slapping into your ass. He loosely placed his hands around your neck, pulling you back harder with the fresh leverage.

Your whole world felt centered around the drumming of his cock on your insides. It all still burned, like a warm, wet glow between your legs, filled to the brim with him. You were gasping and moaning, little sounds you just couldn’t help, too overwhelmed, too lost.

Those massive hands of his got tighter around your throat. Miche’s grunts were kissing your ears, like a rhythmic hymn that he loved to pray.

“Yeah, fuck, gonna breed you, baby, fuck my seed into you.”

Lewd words and sounds made you flush, heat racing up your neck to your ears.

He almost choked you when he came, hips stilling for a moment so you could both feel the way his cock pulsed. It was already too much cum to keep in, dribbles spilling out over your pussy and around his cock to paint the inside of your thighs.

But he didn’t stop.

Miche pulled your back to his chest, stretching your aching muscles as you stayed on your knees. His cock was still hard and twitching inside of you, fat and heavy as he started to push back into you. Your head dipped back against his shoulder, one of his hands holding your neck while the other splayed across your stomach before moving lower. Two fingers slid along the folds of your cunt, spreading around his intrusive cock so he could feel the mess he left behind.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he groaned, lifting those fingers to your mouth. You took them in, mewling at the taste of cum and slick pooling against your tongue. He kept your mouth stuffed with the digits, allowing you to scream around them as he picked up his pace.

He was a man determined. He promised you cum, threatened to breed you, and he was going to.

You could feel the power within his thighs as he slammed into you, feeling his cock buried so deep you knew you would feel its ghost lingering within you for hours, days. Your used, sensitive clit was signing from his balls against it, your legs nearly crumpling from the force of his enormous body against yours.

This time your pleasure was building, each plunge of cock sending you higher and higher into the clouds of ecstasy. It was too good, too much, and his cum just kept trickling down your legs as the time passed. It was mesmerizing to focus on the feel of the wetness spurting from your conjoined bodies with every rock of hips.

Miche licked up your neck, beautiful nose sniffing in the scents of your sex, your skin.

“You’re so fucking ripe.”

He withdrew his fingers from your mouth, brushing the wet knuckles over one of your bouncing tits, twisting at your nipple.

“W-want more,” you choked out, neck arched entirely back onto his broad shoulder.

“More what? Tell me.”

You took a moment just to gasp with everything thrust of his cock, trying to keep your wits.

“Cum, mphf, want more of your cum.”

He cursed into your neck, moving his hands to push your hips down, to bounce you on his cock like you were a tight little cocksleeve. He mumbled something about needing to feel you again, long fingers stretching back to your clit that was spread over him. It was electric, had you spiraling, pussy spasming against him, slick gushing with every crest of pleasure that came over your body. Your ears burned, your throat was dry, your head tingling with desire so forceful you felt like you had exploded. Your climax had you splitting apart, and also sucking him in so deep that it had him pouring his load into you.

You were both so out of breath, you falling back onto your hands and knees on the mattress as Miche finally pulled his still throbbing cock from your cunt. You were ruined, the tightening of your belly making cum continuously bubble out your hole, drooling onto the sheets.

“You look so pretty covered in cum.”

Miche’s fingers were back between your legs, making you yelp as fingertips glided over your clit. Then he smoothed his fingers down your thighs, gathering what cum was still traveling down your legs. He pushed that lost cum back inside of you, making your fists tighten into the sheets. Over and over again he repeated the motion, taking his time to gather every viscous droplet and push it back into your quivering cunt.

“Can’t let any go to waste,” he chuckled, eyes gleaming as he marveled over how much cum you could take. What still leaked out he gathered again, coaching you onto your back so he could dip his cum covered digits past your lips. You licked against his knuckles, sucking them in with a greedy smile.

“Tastes good,” you cooed, observing how he was still enamored with staring at your glossy pussy.

“Get used to it, I’m keeping you stuffed with cum until I put a baby in you.”

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inviouswriting · 3 years

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Breathless

Minors DNI with this post.

Zhongli x fem!reader

smut

Rating - 18+ contents below the cut.

Content includes - smut, male x female relationship, established relationship, and all that entails with a smut.

It began as a simple inquiry, you and Zhongli ventured out on your own together. He needed a variety of stones, and you tagged along. The trip itself would take a few days out in luhua pool area.

You both took advantage of a settlement after clearing out hilichurls in the area. You took care to provide food and Zhongli is thankful for your presence on his adventure this time, making the collection easier.

The inquiry that sparked something was whether he would join you out in the water. Not a single soul would be around you two for miles, you left it open for him as you went down to the water to cleanse yourself.

The former geo archon gave it thought, you two had recently become intimate, and the idea of indulging in you led him down to the same path you took. You look up seeing him, already halfway through cleaning yourself from the days dirt and sweat from mining different ore with Zhongli.

Nothing needed to be said when he took care to place both yours and his clothes safe from water or being stolen. in an abandoned jar. The water itself was a little warmer making it perfect for messing around in.

Arms encircled around your waist, and you are tugged into his arms. You let him seek warmth from holding you from behind, enjoying the company from your lover.

A kiss is placed onto one shoulder letting his actions speak for him, you had already given him the invitation to indulge. Letting his hands wander across skin, down till you jump from his fingers slipping along your folds. You part your legs for him and soon feel nibbling bites from just below your ear down an arm.

Zhongli’s free hand slips up along your torso passing the palm over a breast to squeeze, one of the few times you feel his skin against you. His touch makes you feel on fire as he touches and coaxes your legs further apart. Slipping the finger that had just been teasing along the slit inside. Your hands go on top of his arm guiding him in how to touch you letting him thrust his hand to a rhythm you both set.

You are soon turned after he retreats his hand from you to face him. Amber eyes regard you in highest respect when he tilts your head up to place a kiss, as he has done on many nights before this one. The hand that was teasing you returns instead of a single finger, two now press deep into you letting you feel an ache blooming in need of him.

Zhongli laughs at your impatience when you rock your hips down to his hand. He’s always gentle with his hands, he never uses them to hurt you, he may grip a bit rougher in the throes of passion, but never does anything to marr your skin except the stray red marks he leaves at your collarbone. Enough to get teased from Kaeya or Childe.

You return his tentative touches by slowly pumping your hand on his erection. You feel puffs of breath against your neck where he buries his face into, not able to let you see his face flushed the same way yours is.

Zhongli lets your hands roam over his skin, you note how smooth his skin is. He soon guides you both to the grassy shore having you lie down while he buries his head between your thighs. Your hands go into his hair avoiding nails into his scalp but enjoying the feel of his fingers now up to three and his tongue lavishing your clit till your legs shake in warning of an orgasm.

Zhongli pulls away before you do, not wanting you to be sore or irritated when he takes you. You sigh frustrated from his teasing, but all thoughts leave when he presents himself for you to return the pleasure. You take his erection into your mouth to please him.

You enjoy this, while feeling his fingers gently thrust again in your folds. Your hands busy with stroking what isn’t in your mouth, rolling the sac below till Zhongli pulls your hands and gently taps your jaw to have you lift off of him.

Each touch he leaves on your skin tingles almost hums with magic just under his fingertips. Each touch he places is reverent like he treasures you as a whole, and fragile cup. You always feel shy at this next part when his fingers spread you for himself. A swift tease from rubbing himself through your folds, you sigh when the tip presses in and yelp when he pushes full till he is flushed with you.

Zhongli takes his time here, showering your face in affection, one hand between you both to dance fingers along your clit to ease the ache of being stretched around him. You struggled to take him at first, his forehead pressed against your own keeping his eyes on your face for any nuance of pain.

When you shift underneath him, he takes it as you are ready for him and moves, drawing back in long slow thrusts till your legs shake from the gentle and deliberate pace.

The former geo archon feels like he is whole in this moment with you. Hand seeking yours to grip soft, while his other hand holds at your waist to guide you in rhythm with himself.

Heated kisses along your neck till you feel like you are about to burst from the affection. Zhongli plays his hands on your body exciting you until you didn’t realize your orgasm was upon you in a quick rush through your body. You cling to him as he lets go of his restraints except what keeps him from fully ravishing you.

He brings you to one more before he spends himself within you, your nails had dug into his back enough to leave lines. You will take care of them later for him, he’ll tease you about scratching a former archon. Your hands cup his face so he can’t look away from you, locking eyes with him and making him feel flustered at being stared with with such love in your eyes.

“We should get dry before we catch a cold.” He sees your pout at disentangling.

“Oh, do not fret, I merely mean to get out of the water. We can spend some more time drying off together.” His tone is playful and full of promise that you allow him up.

He is one to always keep his promise, for promises are a contract in their own right.

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin zhongli #zhongli smut #zhongli x female reader

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years

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Sake and Snow (pt. 1) || Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader || NSFW

(series prequel to Sleepy Sex)

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4

You've been dating Katsuki Bakugou for a few weeks. You've known each other since high school, but you were too shy to ever flirt with him. It's just as well, you'd figured, since he probably would've just yelled at you and rejected you in the worst possible way. After graduating, you went to work at an agency several hundreds of miles away while he stayed in the same town. Work kept you incredibly busy and your family lived in a different city, so you never made it back to visit.

A couple of years later, however, your career path brought you back to the city you'd graduated in, and a couple of months later you ran into Katsuki and my my, how he had grown. You got back in touch with your mutual friends from high school and within a few months, you and Katsuki started dating. A few weeks into it he invited you to his place for dinner one evening, to which you happily obliged.

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When Katsuki's doorbell rang at 7:25, his heart jumped into his throat. Pull yourself together, Bakugou. Don’t let her get to you, he thought.

He opened the door to see you smiling up at him and all his self-pep talk was forgotten. Why did you get to him so much? You looked incredible and he couldn’t remember the last time anyone else was this happy to see him. “It’s freezing out there, come inside”, he ordered.

The aroma coming from his kitchen hit your nose like a wall and caused your mouth to start watering almost as much as the sight of the chef himself. He wore a well-fitting black dress shirt with the first couple of buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, showcasing his muscular forearms. Over that, he wore a black apron tied in the back and you noticed how slim his waist is in comparison to the rest of his torso. I bet I could wash my clothes on his abs, you thought before willing the visual distraction out of your mind.

You walked inside, already familiar with the clean lines and minimalist décor of his apartment’s open floor plan, surprisingly tidy for a bachelor’s place. “Damn, it feels really good in here. So warm!”, you said, rubbing your cold hands together.

Bakugou helped you out of your coat and nearly choked on his own spit when he saw what was beneath. The little black dress that you wore hugged your perfect hips and ended in a pencil line about halfway down your thighs. With your back facing him he licked his lips hungrily and thought, I can’t take this shit anymore. Her ass is mine tonight. When you bent over to take off your shoes he couldn’t help but imagine pushing the hem of your dress up around your waist before burying his cock deep inside that tight-

“Wow, Katsuki!” You didn’t notice him startle. “It smells so good in here! What are you making?”, you asked, following him into the kitchen.

He flipped the contents of the skillet, causing any moisture to hiss against the hot oil. “Stir-fried vegetables with garlic fried rice, konbu dashi-based miso soup, and tempura – shrimp and veggies, and a chilled bottle of Junmai Daiginjo to drink. Or...whatever”, he grumbled.

He almost jumped when you put a delicate hand on his back, such was the heightened state of his nerves. “This all looks so amazing, Katsuki”.

The male looked over his shoulder at you and that beautiful smile on your face. That smile slayed him. He turned and ran his thumb across your cheek as he lowered his mouth to yours. You closed your eyes as his lips brushed yours before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

“Not as amazing as you do”, he whispered before dipping his gaze down to take in the sight of you from head to toe before turning his attention back to his cooking. You felt like your knees would buckle, but you nonchalantly steadied yourself by leaning against the countertop. How in the world was this the same guy who yelled most of the time and threatened to kick people’s asses a few years ago? You chuckled slightly at the contrast of his current demeanor.

“What?”, he asked while looking at you from the side.

“I don’t know, you’re just…you’re so different than the guy I remember from high school”.

“You want me to start yelling at you, would that make you feel more comfortable?”

Propping your cheek on your palm you looked into his vermillion eyes and replied thoughtfully, “No, this is perfect”.

“Tch-” He smirked at you and turned back to his task hoping it would prevent you from seeing the blush that spread across his cheeks.

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“Oh my fucking god, Katsuki, your tempura is delicious! (Type) is my favorite and you freaking nailed it! So light and crispy!”, you praised before moaning and taking another bite.

If that makes you moan, just wait until I get you in my bed. His dick twitched in his pants, threatening to get hard if he kept thinking like that.

After you finished eating, Bakugou offered you a cup of hot matcha.

“Yes, that would be great. I love matcha”.

“You’ve been saying that about a lot of things tonight. Is there anything you don’t love?”

“Hmm…headaches, too much work, not enough down time, toxic bullshit…there are plenty of things I don’t love. I guess I just prefer to focus on the things I do love”. After a beat, you asked him, “What about you? I hear a lot about what you hate. Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“Yeah, but if I tell you I’d have to kill you”.

“With kindness, right?”, you said playfully.

He rolled his eyes, trying and failing to stifle a smile. “You”.

“Me what?”

“I don’t hate you, genius. And if you tell anyone, I’ll have to kill them too”.

The two of you talked for a while longer before you saw the time on your phone when it lit up with a text notification from Momo. You knew your best friend better than to open it and read it knowing Katsuki was watching you. She’d probably sent a gif of someone doing the tongue-between-the-fingers thing with a How’s it going 😉? text. You clicked your cheek against your teeth, “Looks like I need to get going, it’s getting pretty late”.

Katsuki felt a twinge of disappointment as he got up from the table with you. He helped you into your coat and opened the door while you dug in your purse for your keys. “Umm, (y/n)? Have you looked outside?”, silently thanking whatever gods were smiling down and bestowing upon him this sacred gift.

“Hm? No, why?”

“’Cause there’s at least a couple of inches of snow on the ground”.

"The forecast only called for a light dusting", you said peeking around him. “Oh no".

“You feel safe driving in that?”, Katsuki asked, a hint of preemptive disapproval in his tone.

“No way”. You looked up at that handsome face, cursing whatever gods were testing your resolve to keep your hands to yourself tonight, and said, “What about you? Can you drive me home?”

“I mean, I could, but I’ve got an even better solution”. You raised an eyebrow at him. “You stay here tonight and neither one of us has to get out in that shit”.

#katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x f!reader #katsuki x you #katsuki imagine

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drakenology · 3 years

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Bully!Dabi laughing and making fun about a school girl big tiddies😳 it's as if the buttons on your uniform blouse are going to explode at any moment, and Dabi love make you feel bad about it

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

“baby, can you meet me tonight in detention?”

MDNI

tw: non-con (yeah ik crazy right? i’m taking that out of my rules so feel free to request now.) , bullying, third year aged, mean!dabi, creep!dabi?, boobjob, cumplay, degradation, raw sex and public sex

A/N: hi hiii, this is a lovely request that I literally started writing as soon as I got it. Thank you nonnie for sending this in and as always enjoy!

You tried to keep them hidden whenever you saw him walking through the halls with his asshole entourage. But oversized sweaters, hoodies and cardigans never did the trick. Dabi always ended up seeing them, practically bursting through your school blouse after an administrator would yell at you to get into proper uniform. He was ruthless, grabbing your shirt and popping it open by the buttons to expose your large breasts. He’d laugh at you as you go to cover yourself up with the remnants of your blouse, poking and prodding at the exposed skin of your breasts. He’d pinch your cheeks as you become flustered, smirking and leaning in close to you.

“What? They were gonna come out anyways. Stupid tits were practically opening your shirt for you. Thought I’d give ‘em a hand.” He mocked, squeezing your breasts as he pinned you to a nearby locker. You snatch away from him and run away to the bathroom to fix your blouse, tears stinging in your eyes from the embarrassment of it all. The rest of your day was full of shame as everyone stared at your ripped blouse, administration granting you detention for violating dress code for the second time today.

At the end of the day, you stay behind in class, watching as everyone chats their way out the classroom doors to return home for the evening. All the other students who were to stay for detention come trudging inside; Dabi included to your displeasure. You shuffle in your seat out of discomfort, pulling your sweater down further and holding it in between stern fists as if it were to fly up at any second to reveal your breasts to the whole class. Dabi winks at you after sitting directly across from you, softly mooing at you to insinuate that you were a cow.

“I see they made you cover up those udders, fat tits. What were you thinking walking around with your tits hanging out? This is a school you know.” He says to you at a low tone of voice, talking not allowed in detention. You try and ignore him, scribbling on your notebook as you try and concentrate on your homework. Dabi sits slouched in his seat, writing something on a piece of paper and balling it up to throw it at your head. You glare over at him, the paper ball falling onto your desk in front of you. You open it and see that it’s a note.

“Meet me on the roof, fat tits.” it read, hand-writing just as childish as he is. You roll your eyes and crumple up the note, standing to go to throw it in the trash. Dabi smirks, sitting up in his seat to raise his hand.

“Yo, teach. I gotta piss. Can I use the bathroom?” He asks, chuckling to himself when the administrator grants him another two weeks detention for his foul language.

“Ask correctly or ‘piss’ on yourself, Mr. Todoroki.” He spits, returning to his book. Dabi sighs, rolling his eyes before caving in.

“Fine. May I please use the restroom, sir?” He asks once more, sarcasm dripping from his tone. He stands once he has permission, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll be waiting, utters." He taunts, poking your chest before walking out of the room. You sit for a while, stirring in confusion. Do you go outside to see what he wants or do you stay seated and let him wait for nothing. You sigh and raise your hand, politely asking to use the restroom too. The administrator, uninterested at this point waves you away and returns to his book. You shuffle out of the room and walk upstairs to the roof of the school where Dabi stood by the metal fences barricading the ledge.

"Ah. So nice of you to meet with me, fat tits." Dabi smirks, pulling you up to him by the arm. You groan, shuddering at his touch in disgust.

"What do you want, Touya?" You ask, folding your arms over your chest unconsciously; a defense mechanism you've picked up dealing with him over the years.

"Haven't you heard the saying? A guy who picks on you also has a crush on you." Dabi hints, pulling your arms away from your chest, lifting your sweater up to expose your pretty bra. You shriek, trying to cover yourself up again only for your hands to be pinned above your head against the wall.

“So your excuse for treating me like shit is because you’ve got some sick crush on me?” You spat, yet unable to be completely furious as his lips meet yours in a hot and sticky kiss you can’t seem to shake. His tongue slips into your mouth to travel around inside, pulling away with a single string of spit as you pant. You hated him but, fuck, why did he have to be such a good kisser?

“You’ve always been my favorite little toy. Wanna know why?” He asks, leaning in to kiss and lick the skin of your neck. You stifle a moan, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he’s turning you on.

“Why?” You choke, cheeks burning as his cold hands travel up the sides of your frame.

“These.” He answers, his hands pulling your breasts out of the cups of your bra, hissing at the sight of your pretty nipples. He takes one in his mouth, smirking against your skin when you start to moan helplessly. Your thighs press together as your panties start to soak with slick, Dabi noticing his effect on you quickly.

“P-Please stop..” You whisper desperately, looking into Dabi’s crystal blue eyes with a mixture of lust and uncertainty. He grins, knowing deep down you want him too, whether you said it words or not. His hands travel up your thighs and between your legs, forcing them open to prod his fingers at the growing wet spot on your panties.

“Heh.. I don’t think you want me to stop, do you? God, look how sloppy you are already.” He retorts, yanking your panties down and hiking up your skirt to further expose you. He reaches down to unbutton and unzip his own pants to let his length spring free, your eyes locking onto his bright red head as it leaked with pre-cum.

“Help me out with this, will ya, doll?” He asks, hands caressing your face as you lead you onto the concrete ground. As you sat on your knees, your hands wiping away a stray tear that streams down your cheek. You pull out your breasts a bit further, taking Dabi’s cock in between them and stroking it slowly beneath your cleavage. Dabi sighs out, his head handing back as he ruts his hips upward to match your pace.

“Fuck, just like that. If only you could see how slutty you look.” Dabi groans, voice slightly hoarse as you get him off with your breasts. You groan when you feel his cock start to throb against your skin, half of you disgusted and the rest of you turned on beyond belief as you watch him writhe in pleasure from the very breasts he teased and made fun of so harshly.

“Fuck, stand up.” Dabi demands, practically yanking you up on your feet by your arm and pinning you against the metal fence behind you. Not caring enough to prep you before, he pushes himself inside your weeping pussy; starting his thrusts at a brutal pace. You cry out, your moans echoing through the vast space of the empty roof of the school. Dabi’s hand comes up to cover your mouth as his hips moved faster, wet slapping causing him to groan.

“Ya like that, huh slut? Like being stuffed full at school don’t you?” Dabi asks, expecting an answer out of you after he uncovers your drooling and mewling mouth,“You’re mine. Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“”M yours, Touya!” You gasp, feeling the delicious head of his cock brush against your favorite spot with reckless abandon as it blurs your reasoning. You feel your slick spill down your thighs as he ruts into you from behind, his balls slapping up against your swollen clit only adding to the sinful pleasure you were feeling. You almost can’t believe you’re being fucked by your bully on the roof as your hands cling to the metal barb-wired fence you were pinned against, feeling Dabi’s hands reach up and grab your breasts from behind to pull you back onto his cock with fervor. Animalistic growls leave his lips as he pinches and teases your nipples, huffing obscenities into your ear.

“That’s right you fucking whore, take my cock like a good little slut.” He growls as he uses your pussy like he owns you, his cock throbbing inside you as he threatens to cum inside you, “Gonna make you mine forever, yeah? Sound good, slut?” You shake your head no, your body language telling a different tale as you feel your legs get so weak you can hardly stand on your own as Dabi holds you up by your neck.

His hand squeezes around your throat as he cums thick inside you, your gooey cunt fluttering around his cock as you follow shortly behind him. You pant and sob as you come down from your high, Dabi continuing to use your pussy until every drop of his cum is deep inside you; even going the extra mile to scoop up whatever remnants of his cum that leaked from you with his fingers and shoving them into your mouth with a satisfied groan.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Dabi smirks, taking your panties from the ground and handing them to you with a smug look in his eye. You take them and slide them up over your legs and put them back on with a sniffle, ashamed of what you’ve done with him yet strangely satisfied as your cunt still clenches and throbs around nothing after the fact. Confusion stirs within your mind, your thighs trembling as you sat on the bench and watched Dabi walk down the stairs once more.

After you wait for Dabi to walk back downstairs to the detention room, you follow behind shortly after, folding your legs as you feel Dabi’s cum start to spill out and onto your panties. He smirks over at you, leaning back into his seat as he passes another note to you.

“Let’s do that again tomorrow, fat tits. You’re fun ;)”

#dabi smut #bnha smut #.royal requests 👑📜#bakugo smut #bnha izuku smut #bnha todoroki smut #bnha kirishima smut #bnha shinsou

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dreamlessinparis · 3 years

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Refreshing Bliss

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When a heat wave becomes too much, Bucky finds a way to cool down his lovers and heat them up.

Warning: no plot, just smut, pool sex, dirty talk, explicit language, Bucky and Steve in a pool, fluff, pet names, 18+

If you're a minor, DNI

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

A/N: Okay I know I said I'd have this up before the weekend was up and it's now Wednesday, I suck 🙈 haha I'm sorry this took longer than anticipated, but I really hope you like it @thefallenbibliophilequote and it quenches your pool needs😘😊 all mistakes are my own.

You could literally feel the sweltering heat through the glass window you were standing in front of. The heatwave was drastically getting worse and nothing was helping. The inner pool was under construction and the outdoor pool was still being built. Why Tony hadn’t built that with the rest of the compound you would never know.

Alas despite the high-tech facilities of the place, the AC was having technical issues and in the midst of Tony fixing them, the whole compound was slowly melting. Everyone was down to their skivvies and aside from ogling eyes, there wasn’t any touching. It was too hot to even think about. Which was impossible to fathom considering who you were dating.

Bucky and Steve had become a permanent fixture in your life since the night of your catastrophic mission. The fear of losing you had caused them to reveal their true feelings and they were ecstatic that you reciprocated them. Truly you couldn't have been happier and that happiness only grew from there. But recently you were avoiding them, those two ran hotter than the average person and in this heat, it was unbearable to deal with.

"Bunny?" Steve's voice pulled you away from your thoughts and you looked over your shoulder. He looked absolutely delectable, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that hung dangerously low on his hips. His sculpted chest was beaded with sweat and your mouth watered at the thought of running your tongue over all the hard planes.

"Hmm?" you hummed, turning to face him fully. "What's up Steve?"

Your eyes remained glued to his glistening pecs and he chuckled softly.

"Eyes up here bunny," Steve began to walk towards you and you backed away until your bare back was pressed against the heated glass. Your eyes reluctantly broke away from his chest, and widened at the intense look in his eyes.

"Steve, no," you said, placing your hands on his chest, keeping him from coming any closer. The muscles jumped at your touch and you couldn't help the moan that escaped you.

"No?" His eyebrow cocked, challenging your willpower.

You tried your hardest to gain your resolve, shaking your head slowly. "No Steve, it's too hot."

"We can make it hotter. Come on, sweetheart, you've been avoiding us for well over a week and we miss you," he said, leaning to place soft kisses on your neck. Your arms buckled slightly, allowing him to take a step closer. His lips brushed over a sensitive spot, causing you to sink your nails into the skin of his pecs.

The groan he let out rumbled through your body and the next thing you knew, he had you pressed hard against the glass and his smoldering body. His thigh found its way between your legs, your shorts barely a barrier. Your hips rocked subconsciously, needing to relieve the ache that had been plaguing you for too long.

“Steve,” you whimpered, his thigh pressed harder against your core, and your head fell back against the glass with a thud.

“Yes?” he mumbled into your soft skin.

“It’s too hot,” you argued weakly, as his warm hand slid underneath your halter top, and cupped your breast. You arched into his touch and for a moment, you thought about saying fuck it and letting him have his way with you.

But even the pleasure of his body, couldn’t bypass the rising heat, sweat clinging to your skin. It was sticky and hot, but not in a good way. You were getting too irritated to enjoy any of it and Steve felt it, pulling away with a huff.

“We have to do something about this heat,” he complained, “I can’t keep watching you in these barely-there outfits and not fucking you against every surface.”

You laughed, knowing he was completely right. The heat was going to be the death of everyone in this compound if Tony didn’t figure out a way to make the AC work better.

“I know, Steve. It’s not easy for me either. Watching you and Bucky half-naked, working out in those shorts. It’s torture.” you whined, tossing your hands up in the air in frustration. Steve groaned as the movement caused your breasts to bounce; he adjusted himself, sitting on the bed in a huff.

Bucky walked in, hair clinging to his face, sweat dripping. He had just finished an outdoor workout with Sam and looked in need of a cold shower. The thought seemed to quickly dissipate as he took in the sight of you still leaning against the glass. The look in his eye told you that he wanted so badly to nail you against it but unlike Steve, he understood that the heat was killing you as much as it was him. Even his metal arm was warm to the touch.

“Hi Buck,” you smiled, greeting the brunette man. Bucky couldn’t help but smile back. His smile lit up his whole face and it made your heart happy, knowing you could make him so carefree and warm. He thought he was lucky to have you but it was just the opposite. You knew though that god if he couldn’t touch you for another day or two, he was going to lose it.

“Hey doll, how are you doing?”

“Hot, Buck. She’s hot, we’re all fucking hot and I’m going to lose my mind,” Steve ranted, throwing himself back onto the bed. Bucky chuckled at his frustration, even though he could relate.

“Thank you, Steve. I hadn’t realized how hot it was,” Bucky joked, walking between the two of you to the set of drawers and grabbing a clean pair of boxers. He dropped his shorts to the ground and your jaw dropped with them. His firm asscheeks were taunting you and you just wanted to bite one. You strayed your glance up to the muscles of his back, moving fluidly under his skin as he walked to the bathroom. He was absolutely a work of art, they both were.

“I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll tell you guys about the idea I had for saving us from the heat,” Bucky continued, turning slightly to face you both. With what can only be considered herculean strength, you focused solely on his face and nowhere lower. “Actually, why wait. You two start packing, I’m taking you on to a surprise location.”

Neither you nor Steve moved, eyeing him warily. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“With a pool and great AC,” he finished and the two of you jumped into motion. Chuckling, Bucky entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him as you and Steve rushed to pack.

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The house was in a secluded neighborhood a few miles from the compound. It was a two-story cabin-style house, build near the edge of a mountain; the closest neighbor had to be at least a couple miles away if not more.

You climbed out of the cool car and were immediately slapped in the face by the humidity. Debating for a moment whether you were going to climb back in or make a run for the front door, you decided on the latter. Snatching the keys out of Bucky’s hand, you ran.

“Oh yeah, doll, that’s nice. It’s not like we’re hot or anything.” Bucky quipped, pulling your suitcase out of the back and reaching in for his.

You ran backward for a moment as you responded, “I know you’re hot, James. That’s why I’m dating you,” and with a smirk on your face, you winked before making your way inside

It felt like heaven inside, the coolness licking across your skin and making you shiver. Shiver! You couldn’t the last time you shivered. Doing a happy dance, you spun in a quick circle in excitement, taking in the stunning house you were in.

The open layout of the first floor allowed you see out the back window to the glistening pool. A beautiful, welcoming, infinity pool with a killer view of the mountainscape and the towns below. Your feet carried you through the house, taking in the rustic decorations and the wide, open kitchen, before padding up the stairs.

There were so many doors, you didn’t know which one to look in first but the open door at the end of the hall did seem quite promising. You heard the boys downstairs with the luggage, Steve noting how nice it felt in here. Leaning over the railing, you waved down at them.

“Hi Bunny, did you find the bedrooms?” Steve asked an air of excitement in his tone.

“Bucky, whose place is this?” you questioned, ignoring your boyfriend’s horniness for the time being. You were playing with fire and you knew it but sometimes you preferred Steve a little riled up. Brought his Captain voice out and you got turned on just thinking about it.

“It’s mine, doll,” Bucky answered, coming up the stairs with the luggage, “I bought it a few months ago but they were renovating parts of it and they finished everything up yesterday.”

He walked past you towards the open door and you trailed behind him. You were on a mission and it involved the bed. The room was so spacious that the California king looked smaller than it was. You were about to go jump on the bed, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the brick wall that Steve called his torso.

“Uh uh, Bucky and I are going to go for a dip first, since you were so eager to run from us earlier. It’s our turn to run from you,” Steve’s velvety baritone filled your ears. You let out a needy whimper as you tried to grind back into him. His grip on you was too tight for you to even wiggle your hips.

Bucky came up and gave you a light kiss. “Be a good girl, and get your swimsuit doll. We’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”

Steve released you and you did as you were told, hoping you’d be rewarded thoroughly.

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Bucky was leaning against the wall of the pool, arms resting on the ledge, head resting backwards. Steve was coming out of the water from his lap when the sliding door opened and both pairs of eyes whirled onto you. The bikini you wore left very little to the imagination and you had bought it on a whim, never thinking you’d wear it.

However, it was the one that Steve had packed and the only other option was to come down nude. Water droplets clung to Steve’s body like little gems as he began to climb out. He held his hand out to you, pulling you in for a chaste kiss before he headed towards the deep end, doing a backflip into the pool, splashing your legs.

The water was so refreshing and despite how welcoming it looked, swimming was not your thing. You gently lowered yourself to the concrete, sliding your legs into the liquid euphoria. It felt blissful and you thought about going all the way in, but you were over the deep end, and the thought of your feet not touching the ground, freaked you the fuck out.

Bucky swam over to you, large hands resting on your thighs.

“You’re not getting in doll?”

“Swimming’s not my thing,” you replied, shaking your head, “I’ll just wait here patiently, while you guys do your thing.”

“As pretty as you look perched up there, you’d look even prettier if you were wet,” Steve swam up beside Bucky, placing a kiss on your knee. His fingers trailed up your leg, teasing the edge of your bottoms, “Let me rephrase, wetter.”

His thumb slipped under them, gliding over your pussy lips and your legs spread wider to give him more access. He rubbed light circles on your clit, as Bucky kissed up and down your other leg. You gasped lightly, eye fluttering shut as you tilted your hips forward.

Steve increased his speed and Bucky switched between kisses and light nips. You were right on the brink of an orgasm when they both pulled back. Your eyes flew open in shock. The two grinned up at you innocently like they didn’t just edge you.

“If you want more, bunny, you’re gonna have to get in,” Steve taunted, wiggling his fingers at you.

“Steveee,” you pouted, kicking your legs out to splash him. He shook his head, swimming backward away from you. Bucky sensed your hesitation, squeezing your thigh reassuringly.

“We just want you to have fun with us doll. How about you get in and I carry you around? I promise I won’t let you drown.”

His gray blue eyes were sincere as his hands came to rest on your waist, tugging you light forward. Your hands shot out, gripping his shoulders as you allowed him to pull you in. The contrast of the cold water to the hot air raised goosebumps all over your body. Your arms slid loosely around his shoulders as you became fully submerged. Legs wrapped around his slender waist, you clung to him like a koala.

You were safe in his arms and you knew it, allowing your body to relax. Tilting your head back, you submerged your hair, letting it float behind you like a mermaid. Bucky’s metal hand held you up by the ass, and he used his other arm to maneuver over to the corner where Steve waited.

You ran your fingers through Bucky’s wet hair as you enjoyed the glide of the water on your skin. They were right, it felt so nice, but it was even nicer being carried around. Noticing that you were in what would be considered the shallow end, you were surprised to see that even with Bucky’s feet touching the ground, the water came up to his biceps. The pool was definitely not built for people who couldn’t swim or were shorter than 6ft, that was for sure.

Steve traced up your spine, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck so that he could kiss you. The kiss was dirty and obscene, making you roll your body, grinding on Bucky’s abs. Steve’s hard cock was pressed against your ass and Bucky rocked his own hard-on against you to create some friction. Steve’s tongue tangled with yours, his grip shifting to your hair, grabbing a hard handful.

You moaned into his mouth, arching forward, your chest cresting out of the water. Bucky licked a path from the valley of your breasts to your collarbone, before biting his way back down. He nuzzled in between your breasts, placing open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

Since you were pressed so snugly between the two supersoldiers, Bucky felt comfortable enough to slide his metal hand up your torso to meet his flesh hand. Cupping your boobs, he kneaded them roughly, enjoying the way you rolled your body in response. His thumbs hooked to the cloth triangles, moving them to the side, as your breasts popped free of their confines.

Steve’s hand stayed in your hair as he pulled away to give you both a chance to breathe. He shifted his focus to your neck, using your hair to rotate your face to the side giving him better access. His teeth grazed over the delicate skin, drawing a soft mewl out of you. Bucky’s lips wrapped around your nipple, licking and sucking hungrily before his teeth bit down gently and gave it a tug.

“Bucky, fuck.. just like that,” you moaned, eyes rolling into the back of your head in pleasure.

His metal hand toyed with the other breast, running his thumb over the nipple, hardening it. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingers. His eyes rolled up to look at you and he moaned at the expression of pure ecstasy on your face. The vibrations felt so good and combined with Steve’s assault on your neck, it made you grind your hips harder.

You could feel the coil tightening when Steve’s hands fell to your waist as he guided you and Bucky to the pool wall. He helped Bucky shift his hold on you, hooking his arms under yours, hands gripping the edge of the pool wall. He then spread your legs wide enough for Bucky to step between them. Steve reached into Bucky’s trunks and grabbed ahold of his dick, pumping him.

Bucky was now attached to your other nipple, and Steve’s hand made him moan again. His hips bucked and Steve groaned, using his other hand to untie the sides of your bikini. Pulling Bucky out completely, he guided the tip through your swollen folds, coating him in your slick.

Bucky released your nipple with a pop, burying his head in your neck as Steve lined him up with your pulsing entrance. You moaned loudly as Bucky slid in, the burn of the strength had you digging your nails into both of their biceps.

“You’re so fucking tight, doll. I don’t know if I’m gonna fit,” Bucky grunted, into your neck.

“Oh we’re gonna make it fit, Buck,” Steve growled, “Our girl’s been deprived too long, she needs to be filled to the brim.”

“Don’t stop, Bucky. I can take it,” you begged, head falling back as his hips jerked, inching deeper.

Steve stroked Bucky’s hair as the brunette rocked his hips slowly, the pain turning quickly to pleasure. Bucky kissed your neck, then along the edge of your jaw before capturing your lips.

Steve gripped Bucky’s ass, guiding him to go faster, watching as each hard thrust made your tits bounce. You felt so full, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you hard. The feeling was so good, the cool water licking along your heated skin, waves caused by the rhythm of Bucky’s movements.

“How’s that feel Bunny?” Steve asked, stroking himself languidly. He had pulled his trucks off and they were now floating beside Bucky’s on the water.

Bucky’s growls were low in your ear and the sound of them was making you throb. The fact that your body was causing this god of a man to fall apart, made you feel far too powerful. Your hand tugged on Bucky’s locks, making him groan and fuck you faster.

“So good, Steve,” you panted, “Buck, right there, baby, right fucking there!” Bucky’s hips angled according to your words, hitting your sweet spot with such ferocity that your climax hit out of nothing. Your toes curled hard as your thighs shook from the intensity of the orgasm and its aftershocks. Bucky’s hips kept going as he fucked you through it, the way you were clenching around him made him cum shortly after. He groaned as he shot ropes of cum into you, painting your walls.

The two of you breathed heavily, Buck’s head resting on your heaving chest. As much as Steve enjoyed the show he was getting impatient so grabbing the back of Buck’s neck, he gently pulled him off you. A sad sigh escaped you as his cock slid out of you. Steve’s arm quickly wrapped around your waist, not allowing you to sink.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to fill you in just a moment,” he shushed you, kissing your temple reassuringly. Bucky’s hands worked quickly to rid you of your top, tossing it over his shoulder to join the rest. “Buck, sit on the ledge. Bunny is going to suck your dick, while I fuck her from behind. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, Steve,” you nodded rapidly, excited by the prospect. You were insatiable when it came to these two and they could fuck you unconscious every day of the week, no problem.

Bucky chuckled at your enthusiasm as he pulled himself up on the ledge. His cock was already semi erect again. Thank god for that serum.

Steve held you to him, back to his chest, placing light kisses to your shoulder as he waited for Bucky to get situated. Your boys were so careful with you and you loved them that much more for it. He swam forward until you could hold onto Bucky’s thighs, running your hands over the coiled muscle. Buck’s hand stroked your cheek as you looked up at him through your lashes.

He smiled wide, loving the sight of you in front of him, leaning down to kiss you deeply. Steve held the back of your thighs up, positioning himself before pushing in.

“I swear nothing compares to this tight little pussy, bunny. I could stay buried in your warmth all fucking day,” Steve said, bottoming out with a swift thrust of his hips. The stretch of him was easier to adjust to after Bucky, but a slight burn still remained.

Bucky’s lips muffled your sounds of pleasure. You clenched around Steve, your warmth enveloping him and he moaned loudly. His thrusts found a steady rhythm and you whimpered as you separated from Bucky, resting your head on his thigh to collect yourself for a moment.

It was getting hard to focus, each drive of his hips knocking the breath out of you. Your fingers languidly ghosted over Bucky’s shaft, making him gasp. Needing him to make more noise, you gathered your strength and turned your attention to the gorgeous cock, the red tip angry and weeping. Your fingers enclosed around it, squeezing lightly, a jolt of excitement ran through you when you heard his breath catch. Collecting the gathered droplets of precum on your thumb, you maintained eye contact as you sucked it off, savoring his salty taste. Bucky’s gaze was heated as the anticipation for your next move tightened his whole body.

Your tongue darted out to circle the tip of Bucky’s hardening cock, your hand wrapped around the base, pumping him. Bucky bit back a moan as your lips wrapped around him. Hollowing out your cheeks, you took him further down your throat. Bucky’s hand found the back of your head as he followed the rhythm of your head.

“Oh you’re driving me nuts,” Bucky panted, “I know you can handle all of me, doll. Come on, just a little more.” he pushed down lightly to guide you further.

The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought your gag reflex as you swallowed him a little further. Your nose nuzzled the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes before letting your head come up and sinking back down, bobbing faster.

Steve began to thrust his hips at a brutal speed, hands digging into your hips, holding you buoyant. He had been dreaming of this moment for weeks now and he was so impatient after watching Bucky fuck you. You moaned making Bucky groan and his grip tightened on your hair. The slurping noises coming out your mouth, combined with the slapping of water spurred both men on.

Bucky’s hips began to buck, making you choke a little. You flattened your tongue and relaxed your jaw, allowing him to take control. He thrusted into your mouth, holding your head with both hands. Tears streamed down your cheeks, as lines of spit escaped the corners of your lips. You did your best to breathe through your nose, but it became difficult when Bucky buried himself so far down your throat, holding you there for a moment before pulling back.

His grip eased on your hair allowing you to wrap your hand around his cock, pulling it free from your mouth with a pop, gasping a little. The way your face was flushed, drool and precum all over your chin, light gasps falling from your lips, you looked absolutely cockdrunk and Bucky almost came at the sight of you. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip and you kissed it sweetly, making him smile. Steve took that moment to roll his hips, angling them to sheathe deeper in you.

“Ah shit Steve,” your mouth fell open, gasping as Steve hit the spot that makes you see stars. You clung to Bucky’s thighs as the power of Steve’s ruts, made your breasts hit against the pool tiles. You were a whimpering mess, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you chanted Steve’s name. Steve’s hips slamming against yours harder and harder.

As pretty as the noises coming from you were, Bucky needed to feel your warm mouth on him again. He placed his thumb on your tongue, pulling it out a bit further before he slapped his cock against it.

He always felt so good in your mouth, the heavy girth of him stretching your mouth wide. You licked a broad stripe down the shaft, tracing the thick vein. Truly you could spend hours worshiping Bucky’s cock; Steve’s was just as amazing but the breathy noises that Buck made were unmatched.

Steve bit down on your shoulder, as your cunt gripped him snugly. Bucky’s cock twitched against your tongue, you could tell he was close, so you took him back in your mouth, deep throating him to the best of your ability. His eyes slid shut, head lolling back. The feeling was intense; you were stuffed from both ends and your body was overwrought with pleasure. The knot in your stomach was beginning to unravel with every drag of Steve’s veiny cock.

Steve groaned in your ear, as your orgasm washed over you, feeling your walls pulse.

“Fuck bunny, you’re milking me so good. I’m not gonna last much longer!” The rapid flutters of your silky walls were enough to send him over the edge right after you, flooding you with hot cum deep with each drive of his hips. You screamed around Bucky’s cock, triggering his climax, and his spend shot down your throat.

Bucky slowly pulled out of you, cradling your head to move onto his thigh as you caught your breath. He leaned back on his hands doing the same. Steve slowly left your warmth, the emptiness making you whimper. He held you carefully shifting you around so you were resting against his chest.

“I missed you both,” you whispered into his chest. “Can we take a nap now?”

The pair chuckled, as Steve carried you out of the pool, and Bucky wrapped a warm towel around your back.

“Sure doll, we can nap,” Bucky said, kissing the top of your head.

“And then after we can break in the bed,” Steve stated.

“And the kitchen,” Bucky added.

“Don’t forget the shower,” you chimed in, sleepily.

“Might as well just ruin the whole house,” Steve laughed, going inside, Bucky sliding the door shut after you.

“Sounds like a plan to me. What do you think doll?”

“Mhmm, great plan. But first, we nap,” you concluded.

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# 17 ༉‧ yes or no

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✧ ｡ synopsis : though hajime has reassured you time and time again that you two attending different schools would be plenty manageable in your guys’ relationship, your imagination is left to wander when he slowly begins to ghost you.

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out of all the places hajime could’ve taken you, you were not expecting an empty parking lot. previously, it belonged to a local grocery store a couple of years back, before it went out of business.

was it necessarily a bad place? of course not. nobody seemed to be around, so if you wanted to yell at him? you’d be able to without so much as batting an eyelash.

that seemed to be the least of iwaizumi’s worries as he turned off the car when he parked in a spot in the middle of the lot, his jaw clenched tightly as both of you sat in silence. not even the hum of the engine was there to alleviate the awkward tension.

“are we talking here, or are we talking outside?” you mustered the courage to speak first, watching as he jumped slightly at the sound of your own nervousness.

“it doesn’t matter. it’s up to you.” his voice seemed almost squeaky as he looked straightforward and out the windshield.

it was obvious the two of you were procrastinating on what was to come. you didn’t want to hear the truth, and hajime was afraid of facing the reality of the situation. the cat had to be let out of the bag one way or another. you had come this far already, there was no way in hell you would chicken out—not when the truth was sitting right next to you, right in the driver’s seat.

“hajime, just—just tell me what happened. please. pretending like it’s not going to hurt will just make both of our lives a living hell. i already know nothing will make this situation any better.” you couldn’t even look at him. your hands were rested on your lap, your fingers clenched tightly into fists. your palms were sweaty, and your stomach was running a mile a minute. what you were going through may not have even held a candle to what iwa was going through.

but iwaizumi isn’t the victim here. you are.

“where do you want me to start?” his voice was faint, weak—unlike anything you had ever heard before.

it was obvious he wasn’t going to confess to anything without a push in that direction.

you wanted to yell at him in frustration; it was going to bubble out of your throat any minute. but that wouldn’t help both of your situations.

well, it might help yours.

“did you do it?” if he was going to act stupid, might as well push him into a corner about it. enough was enough, your lack of patience outweighed any nervousness you once had. “just admit it, hajime. who is she?”

“were you the one who had karasuno go to the—”

“answer my question.”

he looked to you then—he turned pale at the angry look in your eyes. “stop acting like you have nothing to share. i know you better than that. we wouldn’t be here in the first place. you’re guilty of something, and i’ve been thrown into the loop of it, whether i wanted to be in it or not.”

it was then he started shaking. he wasn’t crying, no. this was fear, unyielding terror he held within the very marrow of his bones, eating him from the inside out. you were so close. so very close to getting the answer. this was either a yes or no, it had to be.

“i didn’t,” he finally mustered, leaning forward to grip the steering wheel with an iron grip. “y/n, you have to understand. i didn’t, i didn’t, i didn’t...”

“then who is she, hajime?” you couldn’t tell if he was lying or not, and it was eating at you. “who is the girl? why does she have my number? how does she have my number? what did she get out of exploiting whatever the two of you had, huh? i don’t get it.” so many questions, yet so few answers. “i genuinely don’t understand. i need your help in understanding. please.”

his hold around the steering wheel loosened, until he leaned back into his seat. you were getting more annoyed by the second, but you had said everything you needed to say.

“i didn’t do anything with her,” he repeated, swallowing a lump in his throat. in a matter of seconds, everything began to spill from his tongue. “she’s a family friend who moved to seijoh this year. i don’t know why she moved, when she had been attending shiratorizawa before now. my family asked me to show her around and whatnot, and i agreed to it because i know her, and she was new around school.”

he hesitated before continuing. “it was fine at first, then she asked for tutoring lessons, after school meetings, and all that. i kept saying no until she became so pushy that both her parents and mine told me to at least tutor her. so i did.”

that’s it? you were almost speechless at all this, all this frustration and fear in your system as he became silence once more. “tutoring lessons?” you asked, almost unbelieving of the words that had come out of your own mouth. “i don’t care about tutoring lessons, hajime. why couldn’t you have just told me?”

“because i slowly began to like the tutoring sessions, alright?” he shut you up with one sentence as soon as you started raising your voice. iwa's words hit you harder than expected, you backed up into your own seat as soon as he took a deep breath.

“i didn’t think i would start looking forward to them, but after a couple weeks, i began getting too comfortable. she became more down to earth than i thought she would be, and we became closer.” he buried his face in his hands, as if that would help him atone for his mistakes. “it had nothing to do with you. don’t think i got tired of you, because i would never, and i mean that. please—”

“would you have actually done anything with her if i never found out?” hajime’s eyes widened as your voice cracked, your arms wrapping around your own stomach in discomfort.

“y/n—”

“would you?”

“no.” not even a moment of hesitation. “i would never.”

“how can you be so sure?” you were angry, frustrated, confused—so many thoughts, so many questions... you were at a complete loss of words, yet too many were threatening to spill out all at once. “you were already comfortable with being able to see her more than you were able to see me. how can you say so easily that the thought of doing anything else with her never crossed your mind?”

“because i love you, not her.” his hand reached up to touch yours, but you moved away from him, as far away as you could in the passenger seat. he placed his hand back down into his pockets before continuing. “i’m not sure if you remember, but there was one night where you thought i was unwell, because i wasn’t texting like my usual self.”

you nodded silently to acknowledge your memory of that day. “that’s because it wasn’t me. that was her. i must’ve left my phone unlocked while i had left the dining room to turn on my car and she took it. by the time i dropped her off at home, you began messaging me about being bored of our relationship, because of how she had texted you. i was terrified that it had come to this, that i was too ashamed of myself to admit to what had been going on.”

“and the other ten minutes?”

“she forgot her homework at my house.”

you almost hated how his explanation fit perfectly into the entire situation. that would explain how she got your number. “i just... i don’t get why you had to hide all of this from me. don’t you trust me? have our years of being together not account for anything? do you really think i would care about tutoring lessons?”

“they weren’t supposed to be lessons. they turned from fifteen minute meetups to a scheduled hour almost everyday. i didn’t realize just how normal it had become for me until both you and oikawa began ignoring me.” you could tell he was having difficulty confessing to everything, but you weren’t going to stop until he coughed out every remaining detail out of him.

“...and the cafe?”

“i wanted to end everything, i swear. end the lessons, end anything that began to develop a deeper relationship.” iwaizumi shook his head at the thought and leaned his head against the headrest, staring up at the roof of his vehicle. “i wanted to do it without having to drag you into this mess, so that it would never happen again. then i saw karasuno walking out as soon as i was about to say something.”

“what did you do after they left?” that also lined up perfectly with what both sugawara and nishinoya told you that day.

“i still did it. i told her that our meetings were over and that i was no longer going to affiliate with her outside of school, or anywhere in general. i stood up and left before she could say anything.” he glanced in your direction and sat straight once more, his hands fidgety and his foot tapping lightly near the pedals. “that was that. i didn’t even drive her home. i drove back to my house and blocked her number. after thinking about my mistakes, i called you. then everything unfolded to now.” you were still trying to process everything that was just let out, and hajime slumped into his seat. “that’s it. that’s all that happened. you can even check my phone if you want.”

you didn’t want to see his phone. currently, you didn’t know what you wanted. part of you was thinking about getting out of his car and walking home. surely he didn’t think that just telling you the truth would be the answer to all of your problems?

“why are you sorry, hajime?” after more silence had filled the air, you pierced it with a needle. “that you got caught? that i found out? that you made a mistake? why?”

“because i let something so stupid drag out this far.”

“be honest with me.” you interrupted him before he could continue. “did you grow feelings for her at one point?”

“feelings?”

“you’re not naive. you know what i’m asking you.”

he hesitated, which was all the answer you needed. his silence was louder than any other response he could have given you. you were just heartbroken that absolutely none of this was your fault.

iwaizumi noticed your shift in emotion, and his voice cracked under the pressure of the situation, and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep everything in. “i shouldn’t have let it come to this, and i know apologizing won’t change anything. but you have to believe that i never did a thing with her. and i don’t have feelings for her. none. the closest i ever got to her was accidentally touching the same pencil as her.” his tone became more desperate, he was losing whatever restraint he had left. “i swear, you don’t have to forgive me now, but please let me make it up to you eventually. i promise—”

“hajime, please drive me home.”

“what?”

“i said, please drive me home.” this really wasn’t a yes or no situation. everything about this was anything but yes or no.

he was unfaithful, but he wasn’t. he cheated... but did he really?

depends on your standpoint of cheating, isn’t it?

“thank you for telling me everything. i trust you enough to believe that what you said was the truth, but i just want to go home now. please.”

he didn’t respond to your monotone response, he knew that was the end of this conversation. with a heavy heart he started his engine and drove out of the empty parking lot, the space between you figuratively wider the longer you two remained in the same car together. the road stretched far ahead, you let your thoughts spin into an endless frenzy all the way back home. the noise in your head refused to subside as hajime parked in your driveway, changing the stick shift to park and unlocking the door.

you reached for the door handle to open it, but hesitated. was this really the end of you two? you didn’t know if it was or not—you didn’t know if you wanted it to be over. you still loved him. that feeling wouldn’t go away overnight. and while hajime made an extremely stupid mistake, you knew he loved you as well. but this was something that couldn’t be ignored. you couldn’t just pretend this never happened. you were better than that.

“i don’t know what’s going to happen yet,” you said truthfully, gathering the courage to turn around and look hajime in the eye. “i just want to think about it for now. that’s all.”

“take your time. i’ll always wait for you.” he sounded broken, but you had made up your mind. with only a simple nod to say goodbye, you opened the door without turning back, rushing back into your house before watching hajime drive away with a sharp pain in your chest.

what the hell are you gonna do now?

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