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zanarkandskylines · 17 days

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Hiii omg I love your writings so much!!

May i request texting katsuki while reader is drunk in a bar (maybe bc reader just broke up with her previous boyfriend or sth. It’s up to you but please make it spicy 🔥) (also 18+ please 🥹)

ohhhh the things swirling in my head about this!!! thank you for the request nonnie & hope it delivers! 💜

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『 ♡ 』 k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ pro-hero au | age 24 | friends to fwb ꒱ ⇢ your week couldn’t get any worse. between a screw up at work and getting dumped out of the blue, you needed to desperately let off some steam. thank goodness the girls were more than happy to take you out for the night in the city and spoil you with a good time. everything’s fine until you receive a text that spirals into an unpredicted hookup.

꒰ tags & warnings ꒱ 18+ MDNI mentions of alcohol, mild/implied smut, suggestive texting, friends to friends with benefits, heavy flirting, sexually comfortable reader, reader went through a break-up, soft bakugo, fluffy ꒰ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~2.6k ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

The bartender hands you the drink you ordered, nodding a thanks when you smile at her. You’re not drunk, per se, but you’re definitely buzzed - that warm and fuzzy feeling dancing through your veins, letting you relax for the first time all week. Tonight's goal was to think about absolutely nothing, to let go of all the shit weighing on your shoulders. Even if it's just for one night, anything to shake away the pain you've been carrying.

But the alcohol seems to be betraying you, forcibly shoving those thoughts to the forefront of your mind instead of burying them.

Memories of your ex begin to haunt you as your mind wanders aimlessly, the dam bursting that was keeping it all at bay. You try and shake your head to rid yourself of the feelings, but they just wouldn’t go away.

God, fuck him and every false promise he made to you.

Some people would consider three months a short amount of time, but to you, it felt like an eternity. He seemed so sweet, caring and kind when you first met, but once he forcibly ripped off your rose-colored glasses? He was nothing but a walking pile of shit.

Suddenly, your phone dings on the bar, lighting up to show a text message notification.

'Who the fuck is texting me so late?'

You blink a few times, re-reading the contact name before it registers: Katsuki Bakugo.

That's rather...odd. He's notorious for going to bed by 9pm - it’s almost midnight. You two were friends, sure, but never the 'text you in the middle of the night' type of friends. Curious to know what he wanted, you open the text to reveal nothing but a picture. When you squint through your hazy vision, you realize just what you're looking at.

It's a picture of Bakugo from the neck down, laying on his bed in nothing but grey sweats that are tugged down and nestled at the bottom of his hip bones. The pose accentuates the delicious deep V below his abs and shows the blonde trail disappearing underneath the hem of his sweatpants. The shadows trace each well-earned muscle, perfectly outlining them in the dim light of his bedroom.

Was this meant for you? Did he send it to you by accident? Your mind goes blank, stopping your previous train of thought about your stupid ex.

…did he send it to you on purpose? Your core pulses at the thought, causing you to cross your legs defensively.

Right on queue, another text pops up, your phone vibrating in your hands.

[katsuki] fuck, sorry. that was an accident

That was a bold face fucking lie, and you knew it. Bakugo's not that stupid to send the wrong text by mistake, especially a selfie. There's no way in hell he would even take a picture like that for someone unless he wanted it to be seen.

Liquid courage does you a favor when you reply, loosely teasing him about it.

[you] damn, katsuki. who's the lucky girl?

You don't notice Mina approaching you with how intently you're staring at your phone screen, startling you when she taps your shoulder.

"What are ya doing over here?! Come dance with us!" she pleads, pulling on your arm. She notices how you're clutching your phone like a lifeline and the coral tint on your cheeks. She quirks an eyebrow at you. "Who are you texting?"

Oh god, find a lie - fast! She'll see right through your facade if you don't.

"No one, just a spam text."

Mina stares at you - shit, she knows you're lying.

"You're a shit liar, babe. Who is it?"

"I got a random text from Katsuki," you admit, the flush in your cheeks deepening at his name. Are you into him, or is it the alcohol in your system? It's no secret that he's attractive, he's always been effortlessly handsome. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't checked him out a few times, but never acted on it. The two of you were friends and you’d assumed he didn't think much else of you.

Mina grabs the phone from your hands, entering in your passcode (how did she know it?!) and reading the texts. Her eyes blow open, pinching the screen to zoom in on the photo. You scramble to grab the phone back to quit her oogling as she's squealing with glee.

"Holy shit!" she yells. "Accident my ass, Blasty. Damn, that's hot."

"Mina! Keep your voice down," you beg, locking the screen to prevent anyone else from seeing.

"No one is listening over this music," she squawks, punching you lightly in the arm. "Come back to us soon you minx!"

And with that, she leaves you at the bar, returning to the dance circle with the rest of your girlfriends. Your phone vibrates a few more times in your hand and recaptures your attention.

[katsuki] thought you'd like a distraction [katsuki] shit, if this is weird, just tell me and i'll fuck off [katsuki] i should've just asked instead

So it was on purpose. You swallow hard as you shakily type out your reply, trying to keep your cool.

[you] it's not weird, what made you think of me? [katsuki] mina wouldn't shut the fuck up about you earlier. sent me pictures of you in the dress you have on, couldn't get it outta my head

When the fuck did Mina do that?! You had thought she was taking pictures of herself earlier at your apartment. That sneaky bitch!

[you] goddammit mina, i'm sorry about her. why would she send them to you?

You see the typing indicator pop up and disappear a few times before his response arrives.

[katsuki] you know how she is, playing matchmaker and shit with everybody [katsuki] honestly? i'm not mad about it [you] oh? [you] so that's why you sent it to me. hell of a pickup line kats [katsuki] fuck off [katsuki] i can't deny that you're gorgeous [you] yeah? feelings mutual

Your face is burning hot, sitting at the bar in disbelief that Bakugo's flirting with you. And it was all because he was infatuated with what you're wearing? He couldn't get it out of his head?

You're still debating on whether you want to yell at or thank Mina for igniting this fire. [katsuki] where are you right now? [you] sitting at the bar, some club in the city

Another picture is delivered to you on screen and has your jaw dropping to the floor.

The picture is closer to his face this time, cut off at his cheekbones and barely illuminated as Bakugo's fingers are parted over his mouth. His tongue is lazily hanging above his bottom lip with a string of salvia attached to one of his fingers.

Your legs twitch as you bite your lip, imagining his face slotted between your thighs.

[you] holy shit, katsuki...fuck [katsuki] find a bathroom or some dark corner [katsuki] there's more where that came from. just say the word, princess

The pet name is doing things to you that you didn't think was possible. Your overloaded with a sudden rush of arousal, heat twisting in your belly at his promise. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you bolt to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind you. Luckily, this club's on the nicer side, the bathroom not being as scummy as you thought it would be. You set your things on the counter and grab your phone, turning the camera on and pointing it in the mirror.

If that's how he wanted to play? You could play right back.

[you] that deserves a reward

The photo attached shows your breast pushed closed together, daring to spill out of the top of your dress and wearing the poutiest lip you could muster.

Bakugo’s response is immediate.

[katsuki] goddamn, your tits look amazing in that dress [you] would you believe me if i said they look better out of it?

You turn the camera back on and click the record button, sensually slipping the top of your dress down and letting your breasts loosely lay over the bust. Your nipples are pebbled from the rousing desire flowing through you, making them standing perfectly at attention. You give the camera a wink and squeeze one of your breasts playfully. Once you're happy with the video, you send it with no hesitation and readjust your dress. [katsuki] holy fuck [katsuki] you alone? That's not the response you expected, but you roll with it. [you] yeah, one person bathroom

- Incoming Call: Katsuki Bakugo -

You stare at the contact screen for a few seconds before picking up.

"Hey Kat," you greet, nervousness wracking your body, the thrill of the situation making your heart flutter.

"I wanted 'ta hear your voice instead," Bakugo groans, heavy breaths following his words. "I never thought you'd...want to do this with me."

You can't help but laugh under your breath. "Never thought you wanted to, either."

You're thankful that your not drunk off your ass after all - you want to remember this. You're tipsy, but coherent.

And turned on to high heaven.

Bakugo breaks the silence before you cut him off. "I know you're fresh outta-"

"Katsuki, he's not worth mentioning. I'm focused on you right now."

"Yeah? Tell me more."

"I'd love to see what you're hiding under those sweats, Dynamight. I'm practically a puddle just thinking about it. How do you think my lips would look wrapped around you?"

You can hear Bakugo exhale into the phone and groan. He tries to hide it, but fails miserably.

"Cat got your tongue, huh? Too forward?"

"N-no. It's fuckin' hot. Shit," he whispers with baited breath. "God, what club are you at again?"

"The one near Shibuya station. Crystal Crown, I think. Why?"

There's a pause before you hear various clicks and a beep or two from his side before he answers.

"Changed my mind, this ain't happenin' over the phone the first time. You're 15 minutes from my place, I'm comin' to get ya."

You can feel your panties soak from your excitement, clenching at the thought of him just ravaging you in his car and not being able to make it back to his apartment before touching you like a man starved.

"Coming to sweep me off my feet or to fuck my brains out?" The words spill from your lips before you can stop them, but you don’t regret it when you hear Bakugo moan in response - loudly.

"Fuckin’ - have you been stockpilin’ this shit ‘ta say to me?" He laughs. “You’re gonna kill me before I leave the damn apartment.”

“Didn’t think you’d be so easy to play with,” you joke playfully, twirling a piece of your hair in your fingers. “Better get here before I change my mind, find some other rebound in this stupid club.”

“I’ll be your fuckin’ rebound any day of the week, sweetheart. Ain’t no guy in that building better than me.”

His confidence makes it difficult to bite back the moan in your throat.

“Guess you need to prove it. Get your ass over here, I’ll be out front. You better be wearing those sweats.”

You’re about to hang up when you hear Bakugo say something quietly, too muted for you to make out right away.

“Kats?”

He clears his throat before repeating himself, his voice soft and low. “You sure y’want this? I don’t wanna fuck anythin’ up or whatever.”

“You won’t fuck anything up, nothing wrong with friends fucking with no strings attached. I already flashed my tits at you, no turning back now.”

You subtly hear him let go of the breath he was holding and a hollow chuckle, sounding relieved at your answer.

“Good. See ya soon.”

The line ends with a click, leaving you with your thoughts while staring in the bathroom mirror. You didn’t realize how badly you’ve been shaking until you attempt to walk, unexpectedly stumbling like a baby deer on your heels. Once you gather yourself, you exit the bathroom and hurry over to the dance floor. Mina spots you, rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips when you approach the group.

“Where the hell have you been?!” She shouts over the music. “I was starting to think you died in there.”

“I’m heading home,” you say while waving your hand, brushing away her worries.

“Oh…oh my god. Is Bakugo coming to get you?!”

“Mina!”

Jiro and Uraraka turn in your direction, yelling in unison. “Bakugo?!?!”

You palm your face, desperately attempting to hide your flared cheeks as the girls squeal and cheer for you.

“Stop it! We’re still just friends!”

Mina clicks her tongue. “Uh-huh. That’s what I said about Kiri a year ago, and now look at us!”

“You gotta let us know how it goes,” Uraraka winks, elbowing you in the rib. "Rumor has it he lives up to his hero name in bed."

Before the interrogation continues, you back away from the group with a smile and turn for the entrance. You slide through the doors and slip out onto the sidewalk and see Bakugo parked out front, smiling as his eyes spot you on the busy street.

Has he ever smiled at you like that before?

He gets out of the car and walks around to greet you.

“Hey Katsu-”

Before you can process what’s happening, Bakugo’s got one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck. He gently leans you against the car as he swoops down to place a featherlight kiss to your lips. You squeak before melting into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sparks are flying through your whole body - a sensation you haven’t felt for a long time. When the two of you part, his eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed and lips parted with shallow breaths.

“Ready to go?” He asks, removing the hand from your neck and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your heart is in your throat, strangling any words you try to say, so instead, you just nod ‘yes.’ Bakugo walks you to the passenger side and opens the door for you, just like any other time you’ve hung out. When he shuts the door and goes to walk to the drivers side, you finally notice he’s wearing the damn grey sweatpants.

The entire drive back to his place, Bakugo’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. His fingers danced over your skin, playing with the hem of your dress and gingerly squeezing the plush surface every so often. You return the favor, walking your fingers up the inside of his thigh a few times, stopping short of the growing tent in his sweats. Pulling up to his apartment complex seems to take the breath out of both of you. He turns the car off and you sit idly in silence, it's only a minute or two, but feels like a lifetime.

Bakugo gets out first, jogging over to your side to open your door. He takes your hand as you stand, closing the door behind you and swiftly sweeping you off your feet into his arms, bridal style.

"Wow, do all the girls you bring home get this treatment?" you tease, planting a kiss on his warm cheek.

"Never had the pleasure of bringin' a princess home, so no."

That shuts you up and makes you quiver in his hold.

"I'm honored, sir Dynamight. Take me to your castle!" You swoon, dramatically leaning back with a hand over your head.

Bakugo shakes his head and grins, starting to jog through the parking lot and up the stairs with you. You hold onto his shoulders while giggling uncontrollably, ecstatic to see where the night takes you.

One things for certain - you haven't thought about your ex once. And you look forward to keeping it that way.

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sm8th0p · 1 year

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date - simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

a/n: you have no idea how much I LOVE medic!reader so this is my spin on it 🕺🕺🕺 and like private but not secret relationship with simon holy shit I live for that shit

desc: poor guy unknowingly hitting on the lieutenant’s lovely wife

warnings: descriptions of wound/gash, slight foul language

You were nose deep in your paperwork when the doors to your office opened, making you whip your head to look at the intrusion. You body relaxed at the sight of Ghost and Soap, casually walking to your desk. Tilting your head a bit, not noticing that either of them were injured so it confused you why they were visiting the medbay.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, looking up from your seated position to look at your behemoth of a husband. “Yeah. Jus’ wanted to see you.” He said softly, palms on the desk and slightly leaning over it. “And what’s Soap doing here?” You tilted your head to see the man behind the lieutenant, busy with his phone. Ghost crossed his arms and you could feel his annoyance radiating off his stance from the corner of your eye.

“Aye, doc.” Soap greeted you as he lifted his gaze from his phone. “I’m just tagging along, got some questions to ask L.t.”

“Should’ve asked during the damn briefing.” He said, tilted his head a bit to glare at the sergeant. You knew how much your husband hated it when people interrupt the times you guys were together, since the chance to spend time with just you were rare in the chaos that happened everyday in the base. Sometimes you were confused if he was annoyed or jealoused.

“I forgot, alright..” Soap pursed his lips and scooted away a bit, to give you and Ghost some privacy. Not a lot of people knew about your marriage with Ghost, but they know you were married by the beautiful ring on your ring finger. Only the task force knew and over time, they learned the silent queues to give the both of you some space and you were incredibly grateful for that.

Ghost placed his left palm on the table and leaned in slightly, eyes laser focused on your face. “What is it, Si?” Your tone was heavy with exhaustion as Ghost looked down at you, and you could see his eyebrows furrowed a bit under the balaclava he wore.

“Your shift ends in a bit, right?” He brought a hand to gently cup your jaw. You nodded. “I want to take you out for dinner. You need a break, love.” He said, voice hushed as he took in your tired eyes. There was a moment of silence as you lowered you gaze to the papers on your table, before looking back at him.

“Is Soap coming along too?” You teased, fighting a smile. “God no.” He replied right after the words left your mouth. You laughed before continuing, “It’s a date then.” A grin formed on your lips. “It is.” You felt his warm lips over the mask as he kissed your forehead, before joining Soap to sit in one of the empty patient rooms to wait for you. The door to the room was open, so you could hear a faint conversation and Soap’s laugh while you continued your paperwork.

Not five minutes later, the doors to the medbay opened again and a soldier walked in, clutching his hand. You looked up from the paperwork and your eyes widened slightly at the blood on his hands. “What happened?” You immediately stood up and walked over to him, guiding him to sit in an empty room right beside your husband’s.

“Accidentally cut my hand open while working in the garage. It’s not as bad as it looks.” You were sitting in front of him, his palm in your hands as you carefully inspect the gash. Your eyebrows furrowed at how calm and nonchalant his tone was, so you looked up from his palm to see he was slightly smiling at you.

“You look oddly happy for a person with a bloody hand.” You quipped before turning around, collecting a few items from the cabinet behind where you sat. The man looked down and laughed, and you could hear how- bashful it sounded. “I feel fine, doc. Like I said, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” He replied, and you can hear a hint of smug in his voice.

You playfully shook your head at him as you sat back down. The fact that he wasn’t brooding over the injury really calmed the tension, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit off. “Thankfully the cut wasn’t that deep, so you don’t need stitches. A few bandages will do.” He nodded, but you felt his gaze on you.

You shifted in your seat, ripping open an antiseptic wipe to clean the wound. “This is going to sting a bit.” You said as you held the wipe.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it.” The way he tried to sound cool had you cringing. The second you place down the wipe on the wound, you heard a faint hiss and you let out a huff that resembled a laugh. “You can, huh?” You met his gaze and he avoided it by looking to the side with an embarrassed grin.

A few moments of silence later, the soldier spoke up. “Say, doc,” You hummed, focused on throwing away the wipe once you were done sterilising the wound.

“What would you say if I uh- if someone asked you out? Asking for a friend.”

Your face was out of his sight since you were looking down on his palm, so he didn’t see you blinked slowly as you figured out why he was trying so hard to impress you. Suddenly you were aware that the chatter in the next room had gone silent, and you just knew that they were listening.

You looked up to see a faint red hue on his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out another huff of laughter at the sight. “Did you purposefully got this wound to see me for that?” You asked jokingly as you started to wrap his palm in gauze. “Woah, no. ..but I would, if it meant I could see you again.” People asking you out wasn’t something uncommon to you, but his confidence baffled you in a way. If only he knew who you were married to.

You decided to play along, curious to know where this would lead. “Does this friend of yours.. know that I’m married? I don’t keep it a secret, you know.” You said as you raised your hand to show an outline of a ring beneath the latex gloves. He didn’t say anything for a bit, eyes focused on the ring as he kissed his teeth.

“But your husband is not here, is he? A pretty girl like you deserves to be treated somewhere nice, doc. I can take you out, tonight.” He uttered.

You felt your eye twitch and heard the chairs in the next room scraped against the floor. You tugged a bit on the gauze, making sure it’s secure. At this point you were almost done with him, so you look up to meet his gaze, but what you saw behind him made the excitement in your body skyrocket.

Thank god his back was facing the doorway, because there stood Ghost, arms menacingly crossed across his broad chest, leaning on the doorframe. Soap was beside him, his phone out and presumably recording the unfortunate moment. He even had a palm over his mouth desperately trying to supress his laughter.

An idea sparked in your head, you pursed your lips in a thin line and looked down for a bit, before meeting the soldier’s eyes again. “You think I’m pretty?” You replied in a low tone. God, you felt the goosebumps travelling all over your back, cringing so, so hard. He nodded eagerly and muttered, “So pretty.”

“…Thank you, but I don’t know.. I already have a date tonight.” You feigned innocence and tilted your head. “Really?,” he scoffed. Judging from his reaction, you assumed he thought that another soldier at the base already asked you out. Well, he was right. “Who’s the lucky fella? Is it the new private?” You playfully shrugged. “It’s him, right? he told me you rejected him..”

A bubble of laughter erupted from your stomach, both from his reply and the way Ghost stood behind him. Ghost knew well how much you liked to tease him and he’s fighting the urge to just grab the soldier and punch a hole into his goddamn face. The soldier furrowed his eyebrows, lips tugged in a confused half-smile.

“No, no not with the private. With my husband, actually. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Your gaze now landed on the figure behind the soldier, and he turned around quickly and looked up to meet Ghost’s blood curdling glare. “..L-lieutenant,” He greeted in a mix of respect and pure horror. More of the latter.

You knew Soap’s phone got a crystal clear view of the colours draining out of the poor soldier’s face, making a mental note to watch it later. His eyes widened and you could see how frigid his body had turned as Ghost walked over to your side.

“That’s right. In fact, I think we might be late for the reservation. You’re almost done, love?” He said softly to you, before enunciating the last word while looking straight into the soldier’s soul. His adam’s apple shifted as he gulped down the terror.

You nodded cheerily, releasing the soldier’s bandaged hand before standing up and walking over to the doorframe. “Alright, my nurse will inform you how to take care of the wound. It will take about a week to fully heal, so be careful. Take care, soldier.” You said with a bubbly tone before exciting the room to get ready to end your shift.

Now he was alone with the lieutenant in the room, minus the borderline-laughing sergeant behind the doorframe. Ghost said nothing as he continued to glare fucking daggers into the soldier and seeing him squirm in the seat, waiting for the nurse. He felt cold sweat run down his spine, eyes wide and trying hard to not look at the lieutenant’s gaze. The pure awkwardness and realisation of ‘I just hit on the lieutenant’s WIFE’ made him wanted to faint.

The tension was soon cut through like a knife by Ghost himself, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. “Rest up, soldier. You have a long day tomorrow.” He said sternly as he left the room. As if he took the pressure out with him, the soldier finally let out a deep breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

A faint “beep” and a laughter was heard outside of the door, making the scared-shitless soldier turn around in his seat. Soap peeked his head and looked at him, a grin on his face. “You fucked up, lad. Better warn the private too, if I was ya’. An’ your whole squad. Best of luck.” He spoke in amusement before walking off to find you and Ghost and letting the soldier drown in his shithole of despair.

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brooooswriting · 2 months

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Hi! Could you please write a Leighton x r where r has too much to drink and forgets that Leighton is their gf and they are all flirty

My idiot

(Not the biggest fan of this one)

You’ve always been in flirt, ever since high school that was what people knew you as. It wasn’t really intentional, more just your personality and sure, sometimes it was just fun. College started the same way, you flirted here and there on purpose and the rest of the time it was just your personality.

At least until you ended up with Leighton. You didn’t change your personality but you kept it down and never flirted with anyone, but her of course, on purpose. She didn’t expect you to change and she thought it was kinda funny when people thought you were flirting with them right in front of her.

“I’m so hyped for this party” Bella told you four as you stood in their dorm with a shot in hand. All of you cheered as you were just as hyped, it had been way too long since the last one.

“Me too, but she should still drink responsibly” Kimberly said as you immediately refilled the glasses. You knew that she only meant it in a good way and you loved her for that, she was a great friend but you were going to a frat party and that was only possible if you were drunk.

“Kimberly, love, take this and shhh” you smiled kindly as she laughed. She knew you didn’t mean it in a rude way as you gave her a warm smile and she took the shot like you told her to.

“Damn, this queue is way too long” Whitney whined, earning a sigh from Bella before she suddenly gasped. And a gasping Bella was never a good thing, not once.

“I have an idea” she started and carefully looked at Leighton which made you even more weary of the idea. “Leighton, don’t kill me. But y/n should go up there and flirt us in” you could see Kimberly’s breath hitch and yours did too.

“I mean if it’s okay for y/n and he doesn’t touch her” you were surprised but only gave them a nonchalant nod as you were fine with whatever. “Well, go get us in baby” she pressed a couple of kisses to your lips before letting you off.

It didn’t take you longer than 5 minutes to get all of you in. Now you had to make sure that you weren’t going to see him in the house again as that would be more than uncomfortable but at least Leighton didn’t have to stand in the cold air anymore with her short black dress.

“Omg y/n, let’s get shots” Lila said as soon as you walked in which made all of you laugh. You gave her a nod before turning to your group.

“You guys want one too?” As all of them nodded you wandered off with your friend to get them. But you should have known that Lila wasn’t gonna let you off that easily.

“Can we have 10 shots please?” Lila asked the ‘bartender’ who quickly handed them to her.

“The fuck are you gonna do with 10 shots buddy?” You laughed.

“The question isn’t what I’m gonna do with it, the question is what we are gonna do with it. And we are gonna drink 2 each now and then we can go back and you can drink one with your girl” you would have loved to fight her but it would have been useless. So you clicked the cups and downed both of them shortly after another.

“I’m never getting drinks with you again” you laughed as you took the rest of the shots and went to find your group. “Ah, here we are. One for each” you handed out the shots until all of you had one, so you could settle next to Leighton your hand resting on her lower back.

Lila said something inappropriate as a toast and all of you downed the shots. “Why were you guys gone so long?” Your girlfriend asked as she leaned into you.

“Lila made me take two shots right there” you giggled, the alcohol hitting you slightly. You could feel the blondes snort against your body which made you smile wider.

“Leigh, can you wingman me?” Bella asked her once she spotted a dude she liked. You gave her a short nod when she asked if it was okay to leave you for a moment and kissed her before also wandering off.

“Y/n, didn’t think I’d see you here” Caneen greeted you as you nearly ran into you. “Come and be my beer pong partner” he dragged you away before you could say anything.

Once you won the game, you looked around to find your girlfriend send you a look clearly asking for help as somebody kept chewing off her ear. You excused yourself from the game and walked up to her, your hand wrapping around her waist. “Sorry, can I steal my girl really quick?” You didn’t waist for an answer, just pulling her away by her waist. “Jeez, that guy was boring” you whispered into her ear as you pulled her further which made her laugh.

“You’ve only listened to him for a couple of seconds, he was talking for like 10 minutes before you came” she groaned which made you laugh as you finally arrived at a secluded, quieter corner.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you the whole night. You look really hot in that dress” you grinned. Leighton leaned against the wall as your hands caressed her waist, sometimes dipping down a bit.

“Mhm, how hot do I look?” She flirted. You started to kiss her, leading you two to make out for a moment. The alcohol made you more needy as you have barely seen each other the whole time. But it seems like it wasn’t over as there suddenly was a knock on the door.

“Y/n, Caneen is down there about to get in a fight. Come and calm him down, that idiot isn’t listening to me” Lila screamed making you sigh as you had to pull away.

“We are just too popular” you joked to Leighton who also groaned and buried her face in your neck. “I’m coming L” you gave her another kiss before walking downstairs with the other girl. You calmed down the situation as you pulled the man away and promised him more drinking. Stupid decision.

The next thing you really remember was seeing a really really pretty and hot blonde girl dancing with an Indian girl and two other people whose backs were facing you. “Lla, m gna get ‘at grl over there” you slurred pointing to the woman which made your drinking partner gasp.

“You wkd mije such a hot couple” she slurred just as much as you did. You walked off to find the pretty girl and talk to here.

“Hey there” you said with the most charming smile you could muster and you were more than happy to see that she smiled back as she greeted you. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and that if you’re single I’d love to have your number” she stared at you for a moment deciding whether you were really too drunk to know that she was your girlfriend or if you were kidding.

“Are you being serious?” She asked, her eyes scanning your face as she and Whitney had to hold in their laughs. You gave her a nod as you slightly leaned against Lila who was just as drunk.

“Yeah, I mean I can only imagine that your personality is just as beautiful as you. So can I have your number cause I lost mine” you flirted again, Lila adding a ‘period’ which made Whitney break. She had to take a step back as she laughed.

“I’m sorry but I got a girl, her name is y/n” Leighton said seriously and watched your face fall before it suddenly lit up again.

“My name is y/n” you suddenly exclaimed, a happy look on your face that then fell again. “What’s her last name?”

“Oh it’s Y/l/n” the blonde was actually amazed. How were you so damn drunk?

“Damn she’ll never be as good as this girl bitch. She’s the one” Lila hyped you up as you gave the hot girl a sad smile.

“Well, I wish you all the best” you mumbled and were about to turn before the girl next to you suddenly gasped.

“Oh my god, Y/n that’s your last name. You’re y/n y/l/n” now it was your time to gasp which ultimately made your girlfriend break out in laughter.

“I’m your girlfriend?”

“Yes, yes you are” she couldn’t help but giggle when she saw how big your eyes were as you stared down at her with love.

“Damn I’m lucky, you’re so hot”

“I’m the greatest wingman ever. Now I’m gonna find someone hot, so bye bitches”

Once Lila’s support was gone you had a hard time standing which the blonde seemed to notice as she put her hands on you to support your weight. “Would your heart skip a beat too if we kissed now?” You flirted again, your brows raised a bit as you bit your lip.

She snorted a bit and nodded before hoisting your arm around her so she could walk with you. “Let’s go back” she said, not yet walking as she wanted you to be ready.

“Can I follow you home? My parents told me to follow my dreams” it was hard to make out your slurred words but she still could which made her laugh even more.

“Sure, let’s go” with her arm around yours waist she led you to say goodbye to her roommates before walking out with you.

“Who would have thought that I’d leave the party with the prettiest girl?” You asked, your voice was so genuine that it did in fact make her heart skip a beat. Sure, she knew that you loved her and that you thought she was pretty but the fact that even when you were black out drunk and couldn’t realize who she was, you’d always come to her.

“You’re an idiot” she mumbled with a smile that even showed her teeth. You didn’t hear her as you kept on talking about how pretty she was. Once she finally got you into her dorm she gave you your pjs that you left at hers. As she moved to help you change you suddenly pulled back.

“No! I got a girlfriend! Don’t touch me” you grumbled as your back was turned towards her. Your shirt came off easily but you struggled with the clip of your bra as you just couldn’t coordinate your hands so she stepped closer to do it for you. “Don’t touch me! I’m taken”

“Y/n, baby. It’s me, Leighton?” She immediately heard you sigh happily as you turned your head to look at her, which was followed by a happy smile. Once you have her the okay she opened your bra and helped you put on your top. The moment you were changed you fell into her bed, burying yourself in the pillows and the thick comforter. It didn’t take long for the blonde to join and you clung on to her as soon as possible.

She knew that tomorrow your headache was going to kill you and that you weren’t going to remember most of the night. But the memory of you trying to hit on her because you couldn’t remember that you guys were dating was going to stay forever. And she’s never let you forget it, ever.

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tìsom | tsu'tey [nsfw]

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pairing: tsu'tey x human fem reader

word count: 5k words

warnings: [nsfw] human/na'vi relationship, oral sex (fem receiving), size difference, face sitting, heat cycles

summary: tìsom: [tI."som] P F n. heat

Tsu'tey is a strong mate; he is cautious, considerate, and protective, and he always provides for you.

And yet, human/Na'vi relationships come with a learning curve. That learning curve comes with surprises regarding certain biological urges

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“You must squeeze your thighs more, ma’yawne.”

“I’m trying,” You complain, shifting your weight on the back of the enormous direhorse. “I don’t think she likes me.”

Tsu’tey gestures pointedly at the spot where his queue is connected to the direhorse’s, linking them mentally. His tsaheylu is probably the only reason his direhorse hasn’t thrown you into the dirt by now.

“We are connected,” He points out to you, as if you’ve missed his meaning. “She could not dislike you.” Then he grins, the sharp points of his teeth poking out from beneath his lip. “More than likely, you are too little for her to feel on top of her.”

You roll your eyes, beginning to get irritated. This whole riding exercise had been his idea in the first place! You were perfectly content on the ground! It was pointless practice considering you wouldn’t be able to ride without Tsu’tey around, anyway.

“Come,” He says, and his hand lands heavily on your thigh, big and warm. “Squeeze your thighs. Show her you are there.”

It doesn’t matter how often he touches you; the feeling of his big hand spreading over you makes you feel so impossibly small. It’s such a heady feeling, and you bite back a grin instinctively. God, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to that. He’s being so touchy today, it’s driving you a little crazy.

This time, when you squeeze your thighs the animal beneath you responds by taking a few cautious steps forward. You let out a startled laugh, clutching at the direhorse’s neck and turning to give Tsu’tey an enormous grin.

“Oh shit, look! She’s moving!” You yelp.

Tsu’tey only hums in response, though he’s not doing a very good job at hiding the way his own mouth is twitching. It’s pretty obvious that the only reason the direhorse is moving at all is because Tsu’tey is guiding it through the tsaheylu, but you appreciate that he’s allowing you to take the credit for it anyway.

“You’re a natural, demon.” He says, the familiar old insult dripping with unmistakable fondness.

You perk up at the compliment, despite the fact that it’s really just Tsu’tey leading you around on the pal’i. You feel like a little kid going for a ponyride at a fair, but damn if it isn’t unexpectedly fun. You start to relax into the gentle sway of the direhorse’s gait, enjoying the weight of Tsu’tey’s hand on your thigh. It’s surprisingly peaceful, especially when Tsu’tey’s thick thumb strokes over your thigh like he just can’t help himself.

When the pal’i begins to step away from the clearing in the back of the village towards the forest, you shoot Tsu’tey a look with raised eyebrows.

He just smirks at your questioning expression, clearly amused. “You do not trust me?”

“I trust you.” You say immediately. “But your pal’i is barely tolerating me as is-”

“She is tolerating you just fine.” Tsu’tey interrupts you lazily, reaching up to stroke a broad hand over his pali’s neck.

There’s no argument you can think of for that, so you decide to just go along for the ride. It’s a beautiful afternoon, and it’s the first time in a while that Tsu’tey has managed to free himself up from the various duties that he usually performs for the clan. There’s a certain looseness to his shoulders that tells you he’s enjoying this just as much as you are, especially as his hands never stray from you once.

The forest is alive in the late afternoon sunshine. Ancient roots erupt out of the dirt and fan over the ground like hairs, and the moss that covers the trunks of the trees is such a deep green that it almost seems like paint pigment. Tsu’tey is careful to lead the direhorse around any tripping hazards, his hand on your thigh keeping you steady and safe on the direhorse’s back.

You hadn’t been lying when you told Tsu’tey that you trusted him. You’re content to go along with his little ride, resting your own smaller hand on top of his as he leads your mount along through the trees. Eventually, Tsu’tey leads the direhorse through the trees into a tiny copse of glowing flora.

“Wow.” You start to smile, lifting your head to gaze around at the phosphorescent fungi-like growths sprouting out of the ground and surrounding trees. It’s stunning, just like most of Pandora. The alien beauty of the planet still manages to steal your breath away sometimes, no matter how long you’ve been here.

You’re so distracted by the plants around you that you don’t notice Tsu’tey disconnecting his queue from the pal’i. When his hands land on your waist you let out a soft noise of surprise that’s cut off as he lifts you bodily from the back of the animal, swinging your legs around and placing you gently on your feet in front of him. He slaps his palm lightly against the direhorse’s rear, sending her careening into the forest to graze.

“I thought we would spend the afternoon outside the village.” He says once you’ve got your balance, and he reaches out to fiddle with your exo-mask to ensure it’s firmly attached to your face.

That sounds really nice. The Omaticaya encampment has become home to you, and the people are so gracious when it comes to accepting you considering what your kind has done to their planet, but sometimes the urge to just escape somewhere far from all the curious, prying eyes of the villagers.

When Tsu’tey lowers himself to the spongey moss floor of the forest, you’re quick to follow after him. It feels like laying on foam, and you end up rolling on your back and gazing up at the canopy of trees far above your head. You’re vaguely aware of Tsu’tey settling himself beside you, laying on his side so he can look down at you, but you’re distracted by the luminescent moss cushioning the ground where you lay.

“You’re staring at me.” You murmur, a smile tugging at your lips.

You don’t turn your head, but you can see Tsu’tey’s big golden eyes fixed on your face out of the corner of your eyes. His gaze feels like a physical weight pinning you in place, his tail undulating lazily in the air as he watches you.

“I am allowed to stare,” Tsu’tey’s smooth voice rumbles, sending a tiny little tremble running up your spine. “I am thinking.”

“Oh yeah?” You’re trying to sound as casual as possible, but you’re sure that you fall way short. “What are you thinking?”

Tsu’tey doesn’t speak immediately. He’s quiet long enough that you raise your head to look at him. Like this, his gaze is even more intense. His eyes drift from your face down to your shoulders, over your chest, down your hips, and then along the length of your legs.

The atmosphere on Pandora is humid and hot like the rainforests of Earth, and the heat had gotten to you in the last couple of days – you had abandoned the standard RDA-issued cargos and tank top in favour of one of the sun-dresses that you had brought with you from home. The little dress is impractical but pretty, a truly self-indulgent treat for yourself, and it certainly seems like Tsu’tey likes it too.

Eventually, his big eyes trail back up to your face and settle there. “I am thinking that I want you.”

Your cheeks heat, skin going prickly as you shift where you’re laying. Ah. That certainly explains the heat in his stare.

“You had me this morning,” You remind him, biting your lip as you grin at the memory.

His ears twitch, and his teeth flash as a matching grin grows across his face. “Yes. I remember.”

When his hand comes creeping across your stomach, you snort. The two of you have come a long way from your first meeting, when he had seen you as nothing more than an annoyance, a demon. It’s almost hard to believe that it’s the same man who is looking at you now, with his twitching ears and pupils blown wide.

You turn to look at him properly, but this time you note the way his tail is undulating across the soft grass and the way that the little bioluminescent dots scattered across his face and body are emitting a soft but insistent sort of glow. The expression on his face is… odd. His pupils are blown much wider than usual, and the way he’s watching you is eerily reminiscent of a predator. He’s always been intense, but this kind of a gaze is a bit much, even for him.

“What’s up with you?” You ask, laughing a little as you reach out to playfully grab at his twitching tail.

It’s something you’ve done plenty of times before – Tsu’tey is always so serious and austere, and it usually makes his stern veneer crack a little when you initiate such a playful move. He’ll usually snort and swat at your head, or roll his eyes and tug at you in return. However, that is not what happens this time.

When you wrap your fingers around the velvety soft, whip-like tail and tug, Tsu’tey’s head falls back as he lets out a groan that sounds as though it’s been punched out of him.

You whip your hand away at once, eyes growing huge. “Oh, god! I’m so sorry, did I hurt yo-”

The rest of your sentence is lost as the air whooshes out of your lungs – Tsu’tey’s entire big-ass body has just rolled over onto you, trapping you beneath his hot skin and big arms. He’s still careful to keep most of his weight off you, clearly conscious of crushing you, but the bulk of his body presses you right into the cushy moss beneath you. His face presses right into your throat, and you can feel his hot breath as he takes deep, snuffling inhales.

“Fuck.” He grunts, and despite your surprise you have to bite back a laugh. It’s always a little comical to hear him use human sayings that he’s clearly picked up from you.

“Fuck,” You echo back in agreement, still trying to catch your breath as he bears down on you. It’s as though he’s trying to press your bodies as tight together as he can manage. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you?”

“Tìsom,” He groans, and you jolt as his big hands land on your thighs and he pulls you to meet his crotch.

The hardness there is unmistakable, his tiny tewng doing hardly anything to conceal it. He grinds against you, the movement and the pressure sending little zings of pleasure shooting right up into your lower belly.

“Tìsom,” You repeat, bewildered. You don’t know this word, and he doesn’t seem to be too fussed about explaining it to you.

“It started this morning,” He mumbles into your neck, his lips leaving wet trails across your skin as he takes a series of deep breaths. “It has gotten stronger through the day. I need you now, I wish to have you right here, my little mate.”

You still aren’t sure what he’s talking about, but when he humps up against you again you’re pretty quick to abandon your curiosity. He certainly had been horny this morning when he had rolled you over and fucked you right there in the bed, but that had been different. It had been softer, tinged with a hint of desperation but lacking any real urgency. This is different. This feels as though he’s trying to crawl right underneath your skin.

“Tsu’tey,” You gasp as his hands begin to ruck up the soft fabric of your sundress. Damn, you knew it was impractical to wear the damn thing, but you can’t bring yourself to regret it when he peels himself away from your throat so he can look down at you with fierce interest as he pulls the hem up around your waist.

He grunts softly at the sound of his name, his gaze swinging up towards your face. His eyes look a little glassy, but he focuses on your face and you see his pupils have blown so wide that all you can see of his iris is a thin golden ring around the edges.

“What is tìsom?” You ask, watching with widened eyes as he takes deep, snuffling breaths.

“Heat,” He grits out. “I am- I can smell you. I must-”

He pushes himself up onto his elbows and begins to shuffle down the length of your body, but you barely even notice his progress. Your mind has stuck on the first thing he had said; heat.

Surely that doesn’t mean what you think it means. Do the Na’vi have heat cycles? You haven’t heard anyone bring that up before. Good god, why has no one brought that up before? That seems like something you ought to know!

Your thoughts don’t get to spiral any further, because Tsu’tey’s big head pushes its way between your thighs. Your legs fall open to make room for him instinctively – it makes you feel like a wanton idiot, but then he’s nuzzling you right at the juncture of your thigh and suddenly it doesn’t matter anymore. Your thoughts are washed away by the feeling of his damp, hot breath against you.

He takes a soft, snuffling breath, then sighs out a little moan. “You smell so sweet, ma’tawtute.”

His teeth graze over the cotton of your panties, causing your spine to lock up at the sensation. That should definitely be embarrassing, you think. It certainly shouldn’t have you throbbing, tightening, hunching your shoulders.

“I don’t-”

With a purr, he wedges his nose between your thighs. You let out a short, startled shriek, and grab a handful of his braids. His tongue is so big, a swath of wet warmth that can lave over your whole mound and everything below it in one lick. In a few more licks your panties are soaked from both sides.

When you can't stand the feel of damp cloth on you anymore you push his nose away, just enough to let you lift your hips and drag the panties off and kick them aside.

He only barely allows you enough time to toss them aside before he’s pushing his head right back between your legs, his face pressing right up against you with a needy groan. His tongue pokes out yet again, but this time the rough, hot, wet texture is pressed right up against your bare flesh. The sensation is dizzying, and you lean your head backward, pillowed against the soft moss, looking up dizzily at the sun through the boughs of the trees. You rock your hips into the press of his tongue, feeling like you’re melting under it.

You had assumed, when he said heat and then rolled atop you, that he was about to spread your legs and pound you right into the ground. You certainly wouldn’t have been opposed to that, but Tsu’tey remains entirely preoccupied with his face buried against your pussy – he shows no sign of shifting at all.

He sucks on your clit, and when you tug at his hair he lets out a growl that reverberates against your core and has you clenching around nothing. His tongue quests lower, and you let out a pleasured little sigh as his tongue presses against your slit and then in – the texture of his tongue is rough and textured, and you squirm against his face as he licks at you with such enthusiasm that it leaves you reeling. You know that you’re wet from your own slick already, but Tsu’tey is messy as he slurps at you. His mouth leaves you sodden and dripping, the coarseness of his tongue leaving you gasping as his flat nose bumps and grinds against your clit.

Just then he tilts his head, searching for an angle that lets him slide his tongue deeper in. It's too big – at least, it ought to be too big, but it's hot and wet and thick and your body just wants that, wants him. Caught without any breath to moan, you reach down with both hands and spread your own swollen lips. He licks hard, growling into you, so you feel the sweet thrum of it right on your clit.

“Oh, fuck, oh yes,” You gasp out eagerly, lifting your head so that you can look down at him.

Though his head is still buried between your thighs, the rest of him is moving restlessly.

His hips roll insistently against the soft, spongey moss beneath him. His cock is hard and leaking, the bulbous tip of it glowing insistently as it glints with its sweet little bioluminescent dots. He grinds relentlessly against the soft, cushioned forest floor, grunting out soft little moans of appreciation right into your core.

The sight of him so lost in his own pleasure is both startling and impossibly arousing, and with a short sob you grab hold of his hair, clenching your fists into the roots of his braids. He growls once more, like it's an affirmation, as though he’s acknowledging your wordless noises of desperation.

But then, shockingly abruptly, he pulls his head back and shoves himself back up onto his elbows, looming over you.

“It is not enough.” He says, and you’re absolutely floored to hear the edge of a whine in his voice.

This is Tsu’tey, the proudest man and the fiercest warrior you’ve ever met. To see him like this, sweaty and pouting and frenzied as he humps the ground and tries to bury his whole fucking face inside you, is crazy.

“What do you-” You start to ask, but he seems to have gotten into the habit of interrupting you today.

His arms hook around your thighs, which had been splayed out over his biceps, and then in a move so fast that you’re not even sure how he manages it, he flips your positions. When you manage to reorient yourself, you find yourself perched on his stomach – he’s the one laying on his back against the moss now.

You start to grin. He may be acting strange (in heat! Your brain screams at you. Your big sexy alien is in heat!), but this position, at least, is familiar. You know how to take care of him like this. You reach to pull your dress over your head, tossing it to the side before looking back to him with a cheeky grin.

“Ah,” You say playfully, glancing over your shoulder before reaching back to grasp his cock where it’s laying proudly against his thigh. “You want me to ride you, big guy?”

Fuck, his cock is hard. It actually surprises you when you wrap your fingers around it – it feels like a goddamn lead pipe.

He lets out a punched out groan as his lip curls back over his teeth, tossing his head back against the moss as he hisses towards the sky. He looks almost feral, lost to his own arousal in a way you’ve never seen before. And yet, what he says next surprises you.

“In a way,” He grunts, his hips twitching as he humps his cock into your small grip. “Sit on my face.”

You still and blink, surprised. “What?”

It’s not that the request is shocking (you’ve never actually done that with him, but damn the request alone has jolts of electric excitement shooting up your spine), but the fact that he’s asking for this when his cock is swollen and oozing insistently against his belly is absolutely bizarre.

When you release your hold on his dick his hips hump into the air, as though seeking your touch. He looks so desperate – how could he turn down the chance for relief?

"Sit on my face." Tsu’tey repeats, overenunciating each word as though he were talking to someone especially stupid. There’s no way of misunderstanding him this time, and his ears are pressed back against his head as he awaits your response.

“But-” You start, glancing over your shoulder at his painful-looking erection.

His big hands land on your ass, and he uses his grip there to pull you so insistently that you slide right up to his chest. Fucking hell, he’s really insistent about this, and he’s so much bigger than you that manhandling seems to come easily to him.

Hesitantly, you shuffle forward until you’re hovering awkwardly over his face. Like this, naked and exposed as Tsu’tey’s hands continue to pressure at your ass, you feel more flustered than you’d like to admit. Especially considering the way that he’s staring up at you with wide-eyed, open-mouthed eagerness.

“What if I smother you?” You ask, cheeks hot with embarrassment. God, you don’t think you’d be able to live that down.

“I would be proud to meet such a fate.” He grunts, his hands kneading and squeezing at the soft flesh of your ass like a goddamn cat.

“Fucking hell.” You mutter, but you can’t stop yourself from letting out a soft, breathless laugh.

His impatient eagerness is wearing away at your hesitance, and the next time he tugs at your hips, you allow yourself to be manoeuvred so that you’re lowering yourself over his face. When he purses his lips and blows on your exposed, wet sex, it nearly causes you to overbalance in surprise.

"Oh!"

"Come," He presses a sloppy kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Let me taste.”

He wraps his forearms around your waist and pulls you down firmly. As soon as you’re settled over his mouth, he starts licking immediately, and you're utterly stunned by the wave of heat that flows through your belly. You have to stick out a hand to grab at his shoulder just to stay upright, your upper body curling over as your hips rock reflexively against the hot, wet heat of his mouth.

"Oh, shit." You blurt, a little overwhelmed as he licks and sucks at you with a single-minded determination that has your thighs trembling around his face in minutes.

Judging by the pleased little gasps he keeps letting out against you, he doesn’t want to be anywhere else right now. His big hands wrap around your thighs, the size of them making you feel so tiny in comparison as he encourages you to squeeze your thighs around his head.

It doesn't take long before you’re grinding against his face, chasing his tongue against your clit. His mouth is so overwhelmingly hot, so wide and all-encompassing as he sucks at you, and his tongue is so wet and coarse as it rasps against your swollen, sensitive pussy.

You might have been embarrassed about the way you’re humping against his mouth if it weren't for the way that your rocking against his face earns you a soft, hungry whimper from him as he wraps his arms around your back and encourages you to ride his face harder. Your hairline is damp with sweat. You wonder if his tìsom is contagious – it feels like you’re boiling from the inside out.

One of your hands drops down to tangle in his braids, already all messed up from your earlier tugging, and a hard suck to your clit has you jerking over his face, accidentally yanking at the fistful of hair in your hand. You’re not expecting the way he gasps, or the way his hips thrust into the air behind you.

"Oh fuck," You gasp. "Do you like doing this that much? Are you- can you breathe? Will you tell me if you-"

Tsu’tey makes an impatient sort of sound before tilting his head back from his position between your legs. His chest is heaving, and his brow glitters with sweat — he looks ethereally beautiful, and you’re stuck for a moment about how damn lucky you are.

“Ma’tawtute, the tìsom will rage until I have satisfied my urges,” He says on a sigh, the proud slope of his brow all furrowed with need. “Allow me to satisfy myself with my mate.”

Well, fuck. How could you ever deny him that?

"Yeah," You choke, your eyes fixed on his mouth; it's swollen red and shiny, and you can't stop looking at it as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Okay. Please, then-”

You don’t need to finish your request. As usual, he reads you without you ever having to say a goddamn thing.

He just grins, wild and unrestrained and looking truly fucking feral, before ducking his head back to start licking eagerly at you all over again. Your breathing is embarrassingly heavy at this stage, but even worse than that are the whimpers that you can't quite keep from spilling over. When your hand clenches and tugs at his hair, he lets out a pleased moan that vibrates right up into your core.

This time when he digs his long fingers into the soft meatiness of your thighs and encourages you to rock against his face, you do so without question. You’re rewarded with a throaty, whiney hiss, and his hips thrust sharply up into the air when you grind your clit down into his waiting tongue.

You can hear the slap of his cock against his belly as he humps the air, and you gasp at the sheer sensation of it all. It feels as though your nerves have been set alight.

"Fuck," You whisper, grinding down on his tongue. "I- there-! Shit, Tsu’tey, I-"

You’re really not making all that much sense, but he seems to like your flustered desperation because his hips continue to thrust lazily as he dry humps the air. That just isn't enough for him, apparently, because he releases one of your thighs as his right hand snakes down so he can touch himself while he eats you out.

The slick sounds of him working his cock are mostly drowned out by the soft, breathy moans he keeps making into your pussy every time he licks into you. His stomach keeps tensing as his hips flex, throaty hisses muffled by you and the way you’re rocking into his mouth.

When Tsu’tey had told you to sit on his face, you hadn't actually thought he would get anything out of it. Perhaps that's why watching him fall apart between your legs is so compelling, and it's causing the sweet, hot tension in your lower belly to coil tighter and tighter until you’re a trembling wreck, ready to shatter apart.

“Oh,” You breathe, your eyes squeezing shut as you clutch at his hair and gasp. “I’m- I’m going to-”

“Yes,” He snarls, still muffled between your legs. “Do it, so sweet, let me taste-”

You’re not the only one close to release – you can tell by the way his hips are bucking, the way that animalistic little growls are tearing their way out of his chest, how fast and rough his fist is pumping at the swollen length of his cock.

When his tongue dips into your folds and locates your clit with absolute precision, your back arches as you come with a little scream.

You grab at his hair to try and keep his head in place, but he doesn't slow at all as he continues to suckle at you through your orgasm. In fact, his one remaining hand actually clutches at your ass to encourage you to ride it out on his face.

By the time the waves of your orgasm begin to ebb away, you’re shivering and bordering on the edge of overstimulation. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. Not when he’s suckling at the slickness of your release as though he can’t get enough of it, and not when his goddamn toes are curling into the glowing moss beneath you as he fucks his cock into his own fist.

The sight of him so lost in his own pleasure is both startling and impossibly arousing, and you let out a quiet little noise of surprise as you watch the dots on his cock flicker right as the head pulses. Then he’s growling, his chest rumbling with the force of it as his release erupts from him, ropes of creamy cum spurting onto his belly.

Finally, you pull away from his face, falling back onto his chest with a wheezy gasp. There are still aftershocks of pleasure rocking through you as you shiver; the two of you are sweat-slick and overheated, panting and gasping, but you savour the feeling of Tsu’tey’s naked skin against yours as you clumsily push yourself down so that you’re laying across his chest.

Still catching your breath, you reach out to cup his face fondly. “Oh fuck, look at you.”

When he raises his head, you’re greeted with the sight of his face slick and shiny from his own drool and your release. He’s so messy and his eyes are still blown wide, his ears twitching as his brow slackens into an expression of pleasure. The dots around his face are still glowing, but the intensity of it has dimmed for now.

Your own body goes slack against his, your masked face nestling into his shoulder. The cum on his belly squelches a little when you settle over him, and you can’t help the tired snicker that escapes you.

“So,” You mumble in an exhausted little drawl. “Are you satisfied, big guy?”

That gets you a laugh in response. It’s a rumbly sort of chuckle, and you enjoy the way his chest vibrates under yours. To your surprise, he doesn’t sound as tired as you might have expected. He’s caught his breath much faster than you have, despite the fact that he has significantly more reason than you to be winded.

“It is tìsom, foolish thing.” He murmurs, nuzzling his soft nose into your temple. You can feel him bear his teeth in a grin against your hair. “I will not be satisfied until it is done.”

That’s when you feel the hot, thick press of him against the sensitive, puffy flesh of your pussy. He’s still so hard, as though he had never come at all. Your heart skips, belly clenching in excitement.

Well. You were his little human mate, after all. If he needed help with his tìsom, his heat, of course you would help him out with it.

The swollen head of his cock catches against the slickness of your pussy, and you moan softly as he presses just slightly into you, just enough to tease you with the stretch of it.

It seems like you have a long night ahead of you.

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