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solace* (famous!harry x masseuse!y/n)
summary: harry is in need of some unwinding and destressing, and he finds the perfect masseuse for that. they end up growing much closer than the relationship they began with, but it's never that easy, is it?
words: 6.4k (she's long)
warnings: smut in this one: p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cursing, dirty talk, fingering, creampie.
"Just lay down on the table and relax. I'll take good care of you."
Y/N tried to keep her voice steady and professional as she greeted her new client, the one and only Harry Styles. The famous former athlete turned singer was lying face down on the massage table, a towel draped over his lower body.
Y/N had been a masseuse at this high-end spa for two years, but she had never worked on someone so famous before. She was intimidated but determined not to show it. Treating Harry just like any other client was the only way she could get through this.
"You're the expert," Harry's muffled voice came from the face cradle. "I'm in your hands."
Y/N gulped at the unintended innuendo. Get it together, she scolded herself. This is strictly business.
She warmed up some lotion in her hands and began working on Harry's muscular back and shoulders. Almost immediately, she could feel the tightness and knots from years of intense athletic training.
"You've got a lot of built-up tension in here," she commented, digging her fingers in to loosen a stubborn knot. "What sort of athletic background are we working with?"
"Footie, if you go by my English roots," Harry said, sucking in a sharp breath as she worked a particularly tender spot. "Played striker on an academy team as a kid before my interests shifted to music in my late teens."
Y/N raised her eyebrows, impressed. She had no idea Harry was such a talented athlete on top of his musical skills. Somehow that made her former crush on him even more intimidating.
As she moved down to his lower back, she tried to keep her touches clinical and impersonal. But she couldn't help noticing how toned Harry's body was, the muscles rippling beneath her hands.
Stop ogling him, you're being completely unprofessional! She gave herself another firm mental rebuke.
For a while, the only sounds were Harry's occasional groans as Y/N dug into his tight knots and the relaxing spa music playing softly in the background. But eventually, Harry broke the silence.
"You know, you seem a bit nervous around me. Is it because I'm....well, me?"
Y/N felt her cheeks burn. She should have known he would pick up on her awkwardness.
"I'm just trying to stay focused," she mumbled, unable to keep the embarrassment out of her voice entirely. "I don't want to slip up and disappoint an important client like yourself."
To her surprise, Harry let out a low chuckle. "Love, I may be famous but I'm just a regular bloke like any other. No need to be nervous."
His voice was warm and full of humor, putting Y/N more at ease. She realized she had been building him up as some intimidating celebrity in her mind when really he seemed down-to-earth.
Feeling emboldened, she decided to open up a bit. "To be honest, I may have...had a bit of a crush on you back in the day. Your music was a big part of my teen years."
"Is that so?" Harry sounded both flattered and amused. "Well, I'll take it as a compliment from a pretty lady like yourself."
Y/N felt her traitorous cheeks heating up again. Were they...flirting now? She couldn't tell if he was just being charming or if there was real interest there.
She tried to keep things professional as she moved on to his arms and legs, though her lingering shyness made it difficult. Harry seemed to sense it, not pushing things but keeping up his friendly banter that had her laughing in spite of herself.
By the end of the ninety minutes, Y/N was disappointed for the massage to be over. Some of the intimidation had faded, replaced by an easy rapport. Almost as if...they could really be friends, or more, not just client and masseuse.
As Harry redressed and prepared to leave, he paused and gave her a heart-stoppingly charming smile. "Same time next week? I'll need to keep these knots at bay."
Y/N couldn't resist smiling back, a warm flutter in her belly. "I'll be here. It's a date."
Wait, did she actually just say that?! She wanted to cringe at her awkward choice of words.
But Harry just chuckled easily, not seeming bothered at all. "A date it is, then. I look forward to it."
As he sauntered out, Y/N exhaled a long breath. Suddenly, her job had gotten a lot more...interesting.
Over the next few months, Y/N looked forward to Harry's weekly appointments increasingly more. They had fallen into an easy, teasing back-and-forth during their sessions peppered with plenty of flirtatious banter.
At first, Y/N firmly kept things within professional boundaries, no matter how strong her crush was growing. Harry may be a laid back, regular guy, but he was still a client at the end of the day.
However, the more she got to know the real Harry beyond his famous persona, the harder it became not to develop deeper feelings. His sharp wit, endless warmth and care for those around him, and genuine humility all endeared him to Y/N enormously.
For his part, Harry seemed to be growing quite fond of Y/N as well. He playfully requested she work extra hard on his "problem areas" and loved to tease her about her technique and bedroom eyes whenever she was really concentrating. Y/N would pretend to be flustered, but secretly loved their charged back-and-forth.
One week, Harry didn't show up for his usual appointment. Y/N tried not to feel too disappointed, figuring he must have just been busy. But when he missed his spot the following week as well with no notice, she began to worry something was wrong.
"Everything okay with Harry?" she couldn't help asking the spa receptionist. "I haven't seen him for his appointments lately."
The petite blonde receptionist gave her a sly grin. "Haven't you heard? There was an issue with his latest music release, so he's been dealing with that whole mess the past couple weeks."
Y/N frowned, concerned. Harry hadn't mentioned anything about work issues. Then again, she realized they had become so comfortable with each other that she always viewed him through a friend's lens rather than a client's now.
Making a snap decision, Y/N pulled out her phone and drafted a text to the number Harry had given her months ago, just in case she ever needed to reschedule his slot.
"Hey there, just checking in! Missed you the past couple weeks and wanted to make sure everything is alright?"
She hit send before she could overthink it, her heart fluttering nervously. This was wildly unprofessional to text a client like this, even if Harry had become more of a friend really.
To her surprise, Harry texted back almost immediately.
"Y/N! Was just thinking about you, funny enough. I'm so sorry for going MIA, it's been a madhouse with this new album mess. Let me make it up to you with dinner this weekend?"
Y/N's eyes widened as she re-read the text. Was Harry...asking her on a date? Or was he just being friendly and suggesting they grab a bite to catch up? She wasn't sure, but her heart was pounding either way.
Throwing caution to the wind, she typed: "It's a date. Looking forward to it!"
If her massages with Harry had been growing increasingly charged lately, Y/N could only imagine how electric an actual date with him would be...
The rest of the week dragged by interminably for Y/N as she counted down to her dinner with Harry. She agonized over what to wear, settling on a slinky red dress that walked the line between casual date and fancy night out perfectly.
When Saturday evening finally arrived, Y/N felt uncharacteristically nervous as she pulled up to the chic restaurant Harry had chosen. What if she had been misreading everything and this was just a friendly dinner after all? She didn't want to make things weird if that was the case.
But the second Harry opened the door to greet her, looking unfairly handsome in a slick black button-down, her worries melted away. He was giving her the same heated look he got when she was working out a tight knot in his muscles - unmistakably attracted and intrigued.
"You look positively stunning, love," he murmured, taking her hand and giving it a delicate kiss. "Though I don't know what I was expecting, you always manage to blow me away."
Y/N felt her face heating up at his unabashed flattery, her pulse racing. She couldn't resist giving his bicep a playful squeeze.
"You're not looking too bad yourself, popstar. Now are we going to eat, or did you just invite me out to shamelessly flirt?"
Harry grinned wickedly. "Why can't we do both?"
The evening passed in a blur of delicious food, sinfully good wine, and the most scintillating conversation Y/N had ever experienced. She and Harry swapped stories, teased and joked, and delved into surprisingly deep philosophical discussions, all without missing a beat.
By the time they were splitting a decadent slice of chocolate cake for dessert, Y/N felt more relaxed and giddy than she had in years. Despite all her nervous buildup, the date was turning out perfectly.
"You know," Harry began conversationally as he licked some icing off his fork in a way that made Y/N's mouth go dry. "When you started as my masseuse, I'll admit I figured you were just another pretty face hired by the spa. Starstruck and nervous around me because of my image and all that rot."
Y/N felt her cheeks warm at his words, but Harry grinned teasingly to show he meant no offense.
"But you proved me absolutely wrong in the best way possible, darling. Your skill and your spirit both blew me away. You're always so professional, but with this amazing warm heart and sharp wit just beneath the surface."
Y/N couldn't help smiling bashfully at his earnest compliments. "Well, you hardly made it easy to stay focused and impersonal, Mr. Cheeky Flirtmaster. I'm just glad we were able to become...friends."
She said the last word tentatively, wondering if Harry felt the same growing sense that they had become something more than that recently. His heated gaze and body language said as much, but she didn't want to assume.
Harry seemed to pick up on her hesitancy, his green eyes crinkling at the corners fondly.
"Y/N, I think we both know our 'friendship' has evolved into something deeper, at least for me. I've fancied you for months, maybe longer if I'm being honest with myself. You're bloody brilliant - smart, talented, caring, with a rocking body that drives me spare in the best way."
He reached across the table to take her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. The tender intimacy of the gesture made Y/N's heart skip a beat.
"What I'm asking is...would you want to make this official? Give us a real go as more than just mates?"
Y/N felt like the breath had been knocked out of her lungs. She had imagined hearing those words from Harry's lips more times than she could count. But now that he had actually said them, she was temporarily stunned into silence.
Seeing her speechlessness, Harry chuckled warmly. "No need to answer right this second, love. I know it's a lot to process coming from your formerly famous client-turned-mate. Just think it over, yeah?"
Y/N finally managed to find her voice, emboldened by the caring warmth in Harry's eyes. She turned her palm over, lacing their fingers together decisively.
"You don't have to give me time, Harry. I've been crazy about you for ages if I'm honest. Of course I want to give us a real shot. I can't think of anything I want more."
The brilliant smile that spread across Harry's face sent tingles down Y/N's spine. He brought her knuckles to his lips, brushing a soft kiss there.
"Then it's official. We're a couple now."
Y/N felt giddy, like the words were a dream. Her and Harry Styles, the man she'd fancied for years, were entering a relationship together. What were the odds?
"Should we, uh, keep things professional at the spa still?" she asked, suddenly wondering if their new situation would make things weird.
To her surprise, Harry shook his head adamantly. "Actually, I was thinking of finding a new masseuse. I wouldn't want to put you in an awkward position having to work on your boyfriend's body every week, tempting as that sounds."
He gave her a heated look and Y/N felt a rush of arousal, imagining all the new layers their massages would take on now.
"Fair point. I don't think I could keep things totally professional anymore either," she admitted with a coy smile.
Harry signaled for the check, keeping Y/N's hand linked with his posessively. "Then it's settled. I'm all yours now, darling. Though fair warning, I'll expect my massages in private from here on out."
The tone of his voice made Y/N shiver pleasantly in anticipation. Oh, this romance was going to be incredibly fun.
***
Over the next few months, Y/N felt like she was living in a wonderful dream. She and Harry were inseparable, their bonds of friendship strengthening into an unbreakable foundation as their passion grew.
They went on romantic dates, attended glamorous celebrity events, and spent long cozy nights together at Harry's place. Y/N felt herself falling harder and harder for the kind, charismatic man who never failed to dote on her or cheer her on.
One evening, Harry surprised her by having a limo pick her up from work at the spa. Y/N raised her eyebrows in amused confusion as she slid into the sleek black car, wondering what her doting boyfriend was up to now.
To her delighted shock, Harry was waiting inside wearing a dashing tuxedo. He held out a rose to her with a warm smile.
"My love, you look as breathtaking as ever. Are you ready for our night on the town?"
Y/N laughed giddily, feeling like a princess in a fairytale as Harry showered her with kisses. "You'll have to tell me where we're going, love!"
"Well, first we have dinner reservations at the city's most exclusive new restaurant. And afterward..." Harry trailed off teasingly before pulling a pair of tickets from his inner jacket pocket. "I've arranged for us to have a private vip loge at the opera!"
Y/N's jaw dropped. She knew Harry took great pride in planning thoughtful, romantic gestures, but she was blown away by this grand occasion. The evening was straight out of a storybook.
"Harry, this is...I can't even put into words," she breathed in amazement. "You are the singularly most incredible, thoughtful man in existence. How'd I ever get so lucky?"
Harry just grinned boyishly, giving her a wink as the limo pulled away from the curb. "You deserve all of this and more, darling. Tonight is just a start."
The rest of the evening passed in a blissful whirlwind. Y/N and Harry sipped gourmet cocktails as candles flickered between them at the restaurant. Their heated looks and brushing footsies beneath the table made the anticipation crackle deliciously.
After the stunning five-star cuisine, Harry surprised Y/N again by hiring a violinist at the opera to serenade them privately in the vip loge while the show played out on stage. He held her close as they swayed to the rich, emotive music, looking into each other's eyes adoringly.
By the time they arrived back home in the limo, Y/N could barely keep her hands off her romantic prince of a boyfriend. She attacked his mouth hungrily as he lifted her into his arms, stumbling inside as they continued to devour each other.
That night was a blur of frantic lovemaking, tearing at clothes and tangling in the bed sheets as release was desperately chased between them. Y/N had never felt so thoroughly worshiped and cherished as when Harry was passionately laying claim to every inch of her body, branding her as his own with his scorching caresses.
"You're everything, Y/N," he groaned into the slick skin of her neck as she writhed beneath him. "My whole bloody universe, all the stars in the sky. Nothing means more to me than you, my perfect girl."
After, when the frenzied haze cleared, Harry held Y/N with indescribable tenderness like she was the most precious thing in existence. Which to him, she absolutely was. Her hands stroked through his sweat-dampened chestnut locks as he pressed fervent kisses to her collarbones, her sternum, everywhere his full lips could reach.
"How did I ever get so lucky?" he murmured, more to himself than her as he gazed up at Y/N reverently. "My entire world in these arms."
Y/N had no words, rendered speechless by the depth of love emanating from her man's bright green eyes. So she simply held him closer, letting her touch express everything her heart was too overwhelmed to put into phrases.
Of course, there were still hints of Harry's internal struggles with fame and the immense pressures of his career. The more Y/N got to know him intimately, the more she saw the tightly-wound tension that still crept into his muscles and posture frequently.
It killed her to see Harry in pain or overwhelmed, dealing silently with the weight of Hollywood's demands. So she made it her mission to take care of him, just like when she was his masseuse but in more intimate ways now.
After an especially grueling day of meetings and recording sessions, Y/N would draw Harry a hot bath infused with relaxing essential oils. She would gently undress him, unable to resist pressing soothing kisses along the protesting knots in his shoulders and back. Harry would let out deep rumbles of pleasure at her therapeutic touch.
One draining evening after he had done promo interviews all day followed by a high-energy concert, Harry came home to their penthouse utterly spent. His eyes were rimmed with exhaustion and his mouth was drawn into a tight line, shoulders hunched under the weight of his weariness.
Taking one look at her love in such a depleted state tore at Y/N's heartstrings. She quickly sprang into action, knowing just what he needed to recharge and find his center again.
"Go have a long, hot shower, babe," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Harry's furrowed brow. "I'll take care of everything else."
While Harry dragged himself to the bathroom, Y/N set about creating the perfect soothing atmosphere in their bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a warm golden glow and lit a few spicy aromatherapy candles. Then she pulled out her professional massage table and arranged it with all her favorite oils and lotions.
By the time Harry emerged from the steamy bathroom wearing nothing but a plush robe, Y/N had the space utterly transformed into a private spa oasis. Soft nature soundscapes played lightly in the background, blending with the flicker of candlelight to create an ambiance of pure tranquility.
Harry's brow unfurrowed slightly as he took in the scene, a small smile playing at his lips. "You're too good to me, darling," he rumbled in that gruff, sleepy tone Y/N adored.
"Mmm, not possible," Y/N assured with a soft smile, helping Harry shrug off his robe so he could climb onto the table completely nude.
She warmed up some of the aromatic sandalwood oil between her palms before beginning her sensual ministrations along the perfect terrain of Harry's back and shoulders. His tight muscles instantly began loosening under her skilled touch.
Harry let out a deep, relieved groan as Y/N's strong hands found each knotted snarl and gently worked them loose. He practically melted into the table, boneless and pliant beneath her.
"S'why I love you so much," he slurred, the profound tension seeping from his body. "Always know just how to take care of me, dove."
Y/N hummed in contentment, leaning down to press a line of soothing kisses along the dips of Harry's spine. Between her mouth and her fingers spreading hot oil into every bunched muscle group, he was soon utterly liquid and relaxed.
This went on for almost two blissful hours, Y/N taking her time to reverently cover every last inch of Harry's body in her healing touch. At one point she gently turned him over to tend to his chest, abdomen, and the handful of other areas he accumulated strain.
By the time she was finished, Harry was borderline unconscious - eyes hooded, face perfectly lax, breaths coming in deep and even pulls. Y/N trailed one last stroke down the miles of inked and toned skin he had exposed to her. Her beautiful boy, wholly at peace once more.
Pressing tender kisses to each of Harry's closed eyelids, Y/N carefully covered him with a plush duvet before slipping out of the bedroom. As much as she would love to stay and watch over him, she knew he needed to fully surrender to restorative sleep now.
Y/N headed to the kitchen, deciding to prepare one of Harry's favorite home cooked meals for when he woke feeling replenished and ravenous. As she moved around the space chopping vegetables and searing chicken, her mind couldn't help drifting to thoughts of the wonderful man in the other room.
She felt so unutterably lucky to be the one person in Harry's life allowed to take care of his weary body and soul in such an intimate way. All the fame, fortune, and success in the world was meaningless to Y/N, compared to earning his unwavering trust and being able to soothe away his struggles whenever they arose.
When Harry finally padded into the kitchen a couple hours later, he looked noticeably refreshed and at peace. There was a soft, dazed expression playing on his features as his bright eyes landed on Y/N in an oversized shirt cooking away.
"There she is," he rasped in that deep, gorgeously gravelly morning voice of his. "Most beautiful sight in the world."
Y/N grinned, warmth blossoming in her chest at the open adoration on Harry's face. Even after going through a draining day, he still couldn't help being an outrageous charmer with her.
"Did you get enough beauty sleep, love?" she teased lightly, moving across the room to wind her arms around his trim waist.
Harry hummed in contentment, ducking his head to nuzzle into the crook of her neck. He inhaled her familiar honeysuckle scent deeply, as if letting the aroma soothe his very soul.
"More than enough. I feel reborn, all thanks to you taking such incredible care of me as always." One of his large hands trailed up and down her back. "You spoil me rotten, darling."
"And you love every second of it," Y/N murmured with a soft laugh, tilting her chin up to search his sparkling green gaze.
The tender look Harry returned her with stole her breath away, like it still did even after all this time together. His calloused thumb traced the line of her cheekbone reverently.
"How could I not?" His low rumble sent tingles down her spine. "When you pour so much love and devotion into everything you do for me. Makes me fall deeper every damn day, dove."
As their mouths slanted together in a searing, drugging kiss, Y/N couldn't dream of a response. Because there were truly no words sufficient enough to capture the cosmic love between them in that moment.
Of course, their intimate times weren't always just about relaxation either. Y/N's massages frequently led to much more heated activities once Harry was completely de-stressed, his desire for her building as she worked her magic on his body.
Harry loved nothing more than to suddenly flip their positions, pinning Y/N to the bed and attacking her neck and collarbone with hot, hungry kisses. His hands would grip her curves possessively as she writhed beneath him.
"You've woken the beast, darling," he would growl in her ear, making her shiver with delicious anticipation. "Now you'll have to tame him."
Their lovemaking was always passionate and intense, the depth of their connection shining through in how perfectly in-sync their bodies were. Y/N never felt more beautiful, powerful, and utterly cherished than when Harry was worshiping every inch of her with his hands, lips, and tongue.
Sometimes their couplings started not from a massage, but simply from them stealing heated looks while going about their day. Like the time Y/N was baking in the kitchen, shaking her hips to the beat of the pop song playing while she rolled out pie dough, careless and free of the world around her.
She didn't notice Harry sidle up behind her until his strong arms wound around her waist, tugging her flush against his solid chest. His lips found the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sucking a blistering path up to the spot behind her ear that drove her crazy.
"Look at you," he rumbled in that gravelly morning tone of his as Y/N gasped and arched back into his sturdy frame. "Being all sexy and domestic, tempting a bloke with something fierce."
Y/N bit back a throaty moan as Harry's nimble fingers slid beneath her loose shirt, calloused palms blazing a path up her ribcage. "Harry, what-what are you doing?" she breathed, though she already knew the answer if the hardness pressing into her backside was any indication.
"Having a nibble of my favorite snack," he replied cheekily, punctuating his words with a sharp nip to her earlobe that made her inhale shakily, her heartbeat accelerating in her chest.
Before she could really process what was happening, Harry had easily turned Y/N in his arms and hoisted her up onto the wide kitchen counter. She reflexively wrapped her toned legs around his trim waist to anchor them together as he attacked her mouth in a desperate kiss.
His tongue plundered deep, tasting every crevice as Y/N clutched at the dense muscle of his biceps and back. One of his large hands cupped her jaw to angle her how he wanted while the other palmed her breast through the thin fabric, brushing a calloused thumb over the peaked nipple there.
Y/N whimpered into Harry's mouth, already spiraling from how quickly his talented hands and lips had her arousal spiking. He was single handedly unraveling her till she was putty in his hands, the only thought in her mind was what he was planning to do to her next..
Finally, Harry broke the filthy clash of their mouths, panting harshly as he pinned Y/N with a look of pure hunger. His green eyes were near black with want, wandering possessively over her flushed state.
"You make me so bloody crazy, dove," he rasped in a low rumble that had her pulse kicking up another notch. "I can't keep my hands off you."
Y/N whimpered at the pure need saturating her boyfriend's deep tone. She squirmed deliciously against him, desperate for more friction.
"Then don't," she managed to gasp out through her daze of arousal. "Take what you want from me, Harry. I'm all yours."
The low, guttural groan Harry let out at her breathless plea, very nearly had Y/N coming undone right then. His smoldering gaze somehow burned even hotter with carnal intent.
Before she could process what was happening, Harry had ridden her of her shirt and shorts in two effortless tugs. His big palms instantly settled at the curves of her waist, thumbs dipping beneath the lace waistband of her underwear teasingly.
"Look at you...so gorgeous and flushed, ready and waiting for me," he praised in a low rasp, leaning in to drag his tongue up the slender column of her throat. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you baby?"
Y/N was too far gone in the spiral of her own pleasure to respond with anything more coherent than a choked-off whine that had him thickening in his pants. She writhed against Harry's solid frame, silently pleading for him to end her torment.
Seeming to take the hint, Harry ducked his head to mouth along the swell of her breasts and sternum, layering nips and sucking kisses until her skin was covered with marks of his devotion. Y/N arched her back hair sticking to her rapidly dampening skin as breathy moans tumbled from her parted lips.
"So responsive for me, dove," Harry grunted in approval, his big hands sliding around to shamelessly cup and squeeze her backside. "So perfect at taking everything I give you."
With one swift movement, he tugged her skimpy panties aside and plunged two ring clad fingertips through her dripping folds. Y/N cried out shamelessly at the long-awaited relief, her hips bucking forward uncontrollably to maximize the delicious stretch and burn.
"Christ, so wet and tight," Harry ground out, sounding utterly wrecked as he swirled his fingers around her throbbing entrance teasingly. "Made just for me, isn't that right lovely? Made to take my fingers, my tongue..."
His voice dropped to a sinful baritone as he slowly pumped his thick digits in and out of her fluttering, slick heat. Y/N let out a shrill whine of complete surrender, eyes rolling back as she fully gave herself over to the glorious sensations sparking along every nerve-ending.
"Made to take every hard inch of my cock, pushing deep inside this perfect little cunt," Harry continued in that gravelly and raspy tone, leaning down to whisper the obscene words directly against her damp skin.
True to form, his skilled fingers had Y/N right on the edge of shattering with dizzying speed. Her thighs quivered with the coiled tension, inner walls fluttering madly around the deliciously intrusive stretch of his thick digits.
Just when she thought she couldn't take any more of the exquisite torment, when stars were bursting behind her eyelids, Harry abruptly curled his fingers upward in a devastating stroke against that magic spot inside her. Y/N's entire body convulsed as she broke into a thousand kaleidoscopic pieces, a strangled scream of pure euphoria ripping free from her throat.
By the time her vision finally began refocusing, her loose limbs were draped bonelessly over Harry's shoulders, her head spinning in dizzy bliss. She clearly registered the achingly slow push and pull of his fingers continuing to work through her fluttering, overstimulated cunt.
Harry's burning gaze was locked onto her sweat-slicked, flushed skin as he methodically wrung out every last spasm of ecstasy from her boneless frame. The soft, reverent look of awe on his handsome face stole what little breath Y/N had managed to recapture.
"Look at you, darling...absolutely wrecked for me," he husked "So stunning like this, falling apart on my fingers. All fo’ me"
Despite feeling completely satisfied, Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at Harry's words. He always had been equal parts tender and filthy in his erotic praise and endearments.
Case in point, his next words as he slid his glistening fingers into his mouth to taste her essence were absolutely scorching.
"Clean that essence up for me like a good girl, dove...because I'm going to need you soaked and begging again in about five minutes."
Y/N let out a breathy moan at the promise in his words, knowing full well her legs were going to absolutely sore tonight, her knees wobbly and unable to walk by morning.
She nodded around the slick digits, swirling her tongue around the fullness of them as he sighed at the way she sucked his fingers.
“God, I wish it was m’ cock behind those pretty lips, dove” he pulled them out, placing his hand right over her naked thigh, “but I want it inside your pretty pussy for now”
She nodded, too awestruck to actua;ly process her mind to his words.He shook her head at her, pulling down the pants he had put on earlier.
“Got me so hard. Could’ve burst from listening to you being so filthy for me”
Her cheeks flushed at his risque words, thighs pushing together as his cock sprang free, the angry, red tip throbbing as he took himself into his palm, stroking his length to relieve some of the tension.
She pushed her thighs above each other, feeling utterly flustered and dizzy. He was gong to fuck her, and memories of all the times he had, flooding her mind like ocean water.
Finally, he let go of himself, parting her thighs and slotting himself in between. She let out a broken gasp, mouth going dry as she took a look at her own desperation, red and swollen, yet, so needy and wet.
“Could never get enough of you” he said into her mouth, swallowing her gasp as his cock stretched her open deliciously. A broken moan made its way past her lips, her quivering legs wrapping around him as he slid himself inside her. Her wetness swallowed him up, her pussy gushing with arousal as he angled her hips higher.
“Good, fucking–so damn tight for me” eh cursed, her mouth parting open into another broken sob as he thrust in and out of her, her wet walls taking him in so well. He felt so heavenly, his cock buried inside his pretty, so pretty and perfect girl.
“How did I stay so long without you? Hm?” he asked rhetorically, and she opened her closed eyes. His hand reached between her parted legs, his skilled digits teasing her clit, while his practised strokes made her fall apart under him.
“Oh fuck, yeah–right there” she begged him to keep fucking her, his cock hitting the deepest of spots inside her. It had her mind going numb, her toes curling as he fucked her with delirious intent.
“Pussy’s so good–:” he praised her once again, his fingers finally landing on her clit, a sharp spank that made her cum right then and there.
She arched her back, her head falling back till it touched the counter. She grabbed her nipples, pinching them as he rubbed circles over her clit, his cock fucking her at a pace that had her screaming and begging for more.
“Oh fuck, Harr–Harry, oh my fucking god”
He grabbed her hips, laying her down flat as she choked on another sob, her wetness gushing out and wetting the cold marble counter. Harry was grinning and smirking, watching her fall apart beneath him. He was the only one who could make her mind go absolutely detached, the only thought in her mind being of him. His name. His cock. His hands. The way they made her feel.
“Her orgasm prolonged as he kept her on the edge, her pussy short circuiting is the overstimulation kicked in. She was sore, two orgasms after a day of work would do that to her.
“Harry–” she pouted, her hands reaching out for his, to which he immediately complied, intertwining their fingers.
“Just a little longer, Almost done”
He promised, and began fucking her at the vicious pace again. The room echoed with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, her hips bruised as he sucked a breath in, teetering on the edge of sweet, sweet release.
He came inside her that day, his cock leaking inside her warm, warm cunt till he was fully spent and empty, her cunt full of his load as he stayed inside a little longer, relishing in the way she fluttered around him, squeezing and milking his cock for all he had.
He kissed her knuckles, murmuring sweet words of love as they lay on the counter for a while, her bake affair long forgotten, since she had already gotten a taste of something much sweeter.
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The next morning, as Y/N was featherlight kissing her way down Harry's chiseled torso with the intent of rousing him for another sensual round, her lips brushed against something unfamiliar on his skin. Frowning, she pushed back the bedsheets to get a better look.
There, etched in thick black ink just above Harry's hipbone, was a new tattoo she had never noticed before. It was a series of numbers, almost like...coordinates?
Y/N felt her breath catch as she recognized the distinctly precise numerical patterning. She had taken enough coding classes to spot geographic coordinates when she saw them.
"Harry..." she gulped, tracing the new ink with a trembling fingertip. "What is this? Why do you have map coordinates tattooed on your body?"
The sleepy, blissed-out expression on Harry's face instantly shuttered closed as soon as the words left Y/N's lips. He seemed to almost freeze for a moment, grimacing ever-so-slightly as he struggled to keep his expression neutral.
"It's...nothing to concern yourself with, darling," he finally replied in a tone that was just a bit too overly-casual. "Just a drunken mistake from a mate's stag night a few weeks back. Doesn't mean anything, I swear."
But Y/N knew her boyfriend too well to be convinced by his nonchalant dismissal. She searched his bright green eyes, unable to shake the feeling that there was much more to this strange new tattoo than he was letting on.
What secrets could Harry possibly be keeping from her? And just where exactly would those map coordinates lead if she dared to follow them?
The delicious haze of their previous intimacy was shattered, replaced by a gnawing sense that Y/N was missing out on some important truth about her boyfriend's life. And she knew their relationship could never regain that blissful closeness until she uncovered what Harry was hiding...
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Been an (Awful) Good Girl
Pairing: Rich!Tre x Babygirl!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
*This is separate from Mr. Black but with a similar style. Can be read as a future imagine for these two.
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. This shit rated PORN. Established relationship. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering and oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm control, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, size kink, daddy and breeding kink if you squint, roleplaying as Santa, all consensual.
Summary: Tre has taken you away to a cabin in the mountains for a romantic getaway. He roleplays as Santa so he can shimmy down your chimney.
Word Count: 4,653k
A/N: Chile, ya'll can blame this good ass edible and @planetblaque for this one! Sweet lordt. I had to take SEVERAL breaks. Don't look at me for this one. I'm not responsible for what the jazz cabbage provides. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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A heavy thud made you gasp with excitement and fear as you headed down the stairs. A man dressed as Santa bent over near the Christmas tree, inspecting the presents there and leaving a few more. You tip-toed further down the stairs until you reached the bottom landing, placing your hand on your hips.
“I hope you’re leaving a good present for me,” you said.
Santa straightened up and turned around slowly, revealing a thick ebony-skinned man. He wore Santa pants with unlaced black boots. Santa’s coat hung open revealing a wide expanse of sexy midnight skin. Rock hard abs was under a subtle layer of fat. There was a Santa hat hanging loosely on his head. He was a man.
God and it killed you every day that you got to love on this man. That he was yours to do whatever you wanted with.
“That depends. Have you been a good girl?” The deep timbre of his voice only added to how aroused you were. When he suggested this getaway to a mountain cabin, you thought that he was out of his rabbit ass mind. Black folk didn’t “do” cabins.
However, you couldn’t resist all the things he’d been teasing you with all week. Every day, he’d whisper something else naughty that he was going to do to you leading up to Christmas. He detailed everything he was going to do as if it were its own treasured present.
All week, he had been edging you, playing with the outermost edges of your clit and pussy. He’d get you so hot and bothered that you thought you’d cum from his voice alone. No matter how many times you begged and pleaded, he refused to allow you to cum. He would whisper all kinds of dirty shit.
When you got to the cabin, he stayed true to his word. Except that he’d edged you more. You were sexually frustrated and you wanted dick right now.
“I’ve been an awful good girl,” you said with a sultry grin.
Santa absently rubbed his stomach as he crooked his finger and you walked closer to him.
He had done a good job of getting the cabin ready for you both. He did all the research, ran it by you for approval, and set to work getting it set up for Christmas. The tree was understated and beautiful with copper and blue baubles. A Black angel in gold robes sat atop the tree with lights lit in her hands.
He had a fire going in the hearth now, warming the entire first floor. It was a good thing too. You were not accustomed to the freezing temperatures in the mountains. The day time wasn’t so bad. But at night? You were shivering your ass off upstairs.
Santa licked his lips as you approached, looking over your outfit for the day. You practically cackled while you were in the store, spending all his money on lingerie. Tonight, you chose a forest green teddy, with gold straps across your hips. It showed off the planes of your belly and connected in the back. It was flimsy and you felt incredibly sexy in it.
By the look in his eyes, it was very much appreciated. He grabbed your hand and made you do a spin for him. You moved your hips dramatically, like a model to show him exactly what he’s been teasing all week.
“Good girls usually stay sleep when Santa comes to visit,” he said. He pulled your hips backwards so that your ass could grind into his hard dick. You bit your lip and suppressed a shudder. You were so needy, you’d suck his dick till the morning if only he’d let you cum already. He grazed your left ear with his teeth.
“I’m too curious,” you said.
He chuckled and you felt the vibration down your back. Did this man have any clue how fucking sexy he was? He had to. He had to know that you were down bad for him.
“Too curious about your presents? That’s very naughty,” he said, drawing out the word. His teeth on your ear were sending electrical currents straight to your pussy. You ached. You needed stimulation and you were tired of waiting. He was a mean asshole but he wasn’t typically this cruel. You didn’t know which side of the bed he woke up on, but he needed to switch up real quick before you got pissed and didn’t want to play anymore.
You took a few deep breaths to calm down. You were too excited. Your teddy was already growing damp. That was just at the promise of dick.
“I’ve been good all year. Can’t I take a little peak?” You asked.
“Hmm, how ‘bout you come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want. Let’s see if Santa got it right this year,” he said in your ear.
He stepped away from you and dragged a chair closer. The cabin was so quaint and adorable like all them cheesy ass Hallmark movies. The chair was antique, lovingly restored with a dark stain on it. You were nervous to defile it so crudely, but whatever. Shit wasn’t going to last forever.
He sat down and slapped your ass. You shrieked, not expecting the bite of pain. You looked over your shoulder at him and he gave you a saucy wink. He spread his legs wide enough for you to squeeze your luscious body in between. You sat on his lap, feeling his dick again. You were turned on, he was turned on, was all of this really necessary?
You knew better than to question him. Once he got an idea in his head, it took damn near a miracle to get him to switch it up.
The fabric of his clothes were plush. You settled on his lap and he pulled your hips back until you were all the way on him. He tapped your thighs to get you to hang them over his, leaving you just as spread as he was. More so, since your legs dangled outside of his.
The heat of the fireplace slammed into you, fighting with the heat from inside of you. Your breaths were growing too ragged and painful in your chest. “Nuh-uh, breathe baby girl,” he said. “I ain’t even touch you yet.”
He was right. He thought he was always right but in this instance, he really was right. You took deep breaths, looking into the real flames behind the black grate. Santa’s hands rubbed over your thighs and you gasped, jerking away from him.
He continued to rub your thighs, getting you used to his touch. If you didn’t calm down soon, you were going to burst into little tiny pieces. His hands worked inwards, getting closer to your pussy and you began to grind on his dick. You used the arm rests for support.
You couldn’t help it. You needed to move, to ride. You needed some damn friction. “Tell Santa what you wanted this year. Anything that pops into that pretty empty head,” he said in your ear.
He returned to nibbling on it. You started and stopped multiple times. The heat began to duel in earnest now, sweat gathering on your forehead and in between your breasts. “Since I’ve been so good, I want a new car,” you said.
He knew you had a really hard time asking for shit. He made good money and he liked taking care of you but every single purchase was a small battle of wills. You always lost, but he was getting sick of the guilt you felt over each purchase.
His project this year was to get you to ask for the most outrageous things so that his gifts were “small” in comparison. Last year, his project was to make you rest. He whisked you away for an entire year and refused to let you do anything but sleep and hop on his dick.
“What kind of car?” He asked. “Be specific.”
You whimpered as his pinky fingers played with the very edge of your teddy. It skimmed the sensitive skin in the crease of your legs and you gyrated again, unable to stop.
“I-I want a Range Rover Evoque, Black, 2024 model,” you said. He moved his fingers closer. If he went a bit farther, his fingers would finally rub on your clit.
You were having a hard time breathing. You were out of air as your brain turned fuzzy. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Maybe it was how turned on you were. You weren’t sure and didn’t care to know.
“Tell Santa why you want it,” he said.
You weren’t sure it was safe for a human body to contain so much heat. You flushed with it, as if it were a wall of pressure inside of you. You huffed. “It’s simple and unassuming. But has all wheel drive that I can take anywhere,” you said.
“Where you trynna go?” He asked.
“To our winter house in Northern France. A chateau with a huge green house I can visit and walk around all the new plants. Then it has to have a garden too. So big I could get lost in it,” you moaned.
He moved his fingers over the lace covering your clit. That tiny strip of fabric was all that separated you from his fingers. You wished the fireplace would leap out a tiny flame and burn the fabric away. You hated being teased and the bastard knew it.
“That’s my girl,” he said. He moved his right hand and slipped it under your teddy. He groaned when he burrowed his fingers in between your soaked folds.
“I don’t know. You still might end up on the naughty list. Do good girls let Santa play with their pussy?” He asked.
You nodded and shivered. Tingles shot up and down your thighs. Your toes curled around his calves. He was trying to kill you. He was actively committing murder and you were letting him. “Yes. Santa has to be taken care of too, right?” You asked.
“What if I had a Mrs. Clause?” He asked.
“Then she’d be having a very lonely Christmas considering it’s my pussy you’re playing with,” you said.
Santa chuckled and removed his fingers. “Wait! No!” You cried.
He moaned while he licked his lips. Smacked his lips. “Good girls don’t have filthy mouths, baby girl,” he said.
“Wait, I’m sorry. I’ll be good!”
“Tell me what else you want and maybe I’ll go back to playing with it,” he said.
You grunted in frustration. You were going to get his ass back for this. When he least expected it. Maybe the next time he showered, you were going to drop to your knees and suck him to the point of cumming. Then you were going to stop and make him suffer like he made you suffer all week.
The thought helped you plan your next ask. “I want a private island. With a private plane I can take whenever I want,” you said.
“A private island, huh? With on site staff?” He asked.
“Yes!” You ground into him based on that hit of gravel in his throat. He wasn’t entirely immune to what you were doing. He liked to act a big game, but he wasn’t made of steel. Although with that thing between his legs…
“What you gon’ do with this private island?” He asked.
“Walk on the beach naked,” you said with a grin. He couldn’t see you, but your words hit their mark. His hips slipped forward. He chuckled.
“Oh, we got jokes tonight,” he said.
You shuddered. “Fuck,” you panted. “I will walk around naked, get in the water naked. I might even lay on my beach and fuck myself with my fingers.” You moved your hand to do just that. Fuck him. He pushed you too far this time.
His fingers searched for your wet heat, pushing inside and you cried out. You leaned your head back, leaning on his shoulder. You were at an odd angle, your back curved a touch too far. You didn’t care. He was finally touching you.
Your pussy clenched around his fingers as he dipped three in at once. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck,” you moaned. Your right hand reached back to grip his bicep. The muscles squeezed and you held on by digging your nails in.
“I can definitely deliver on some of them things. But I think what I got you is much better. That’s if I decide you’ve been good,” he said.
You didn’t give a fuck what he said. You were grinding on his fingers while he pumped them inside you. Your arousal made you grip his fingers and he groaned at the extra pressure. “Nahh, you been too naughty. Talking back, disobeying orders, potty mouth.”
You whined. “Please, I’ll do anything,” you panted.
“Anything?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded, wiggling your hips. Fuck! His fingers weren’t enough!
“Sit on my face then,” he said.
Your hips stuttered as his words sunk in. He couldn’t be serious. “I don’t want to squish–”
“I die, I die,” he said.
You laughed despite yourself. “I’d miss you too much if you did,” you said. Fuck. You wanted his dick and he wasn’t going to make it easy. How did he know you so well?
“Okay, okay,” you agreed. Fuck it. Santa chuckled as he withdrew his fingers again. He sucked on them, groaning at your taste. The small room was filled with the scent of your arousal. The thick musk tickled your nose. You felt naughty as hell. Okay, maybe there was something to this role playing business.
You stood up and the chair scooted across the hardwood floor, grooves be damned. Before the hearth, there was a thick bearskin rug. On top of it, there were two other thick blankets with smooth downy fabric.
You knelt down while Santa joined you. He got onto his back. The Santa jacket and boots had come off. His skin flickered with the light of the flames. Shadows played across his chest. You licked your lips as you straddled his chest. He scooted down while you scooted upwards towards his mouth.
Nerves made your hands shake and thighs quake. Your pussy moved over his face and he adjusted himself beneath you. He pressed his nose into your wet core and breathed deeply.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He flicked his thumb over the thin material before yanking your teddy to the side.
“Shit’s so fucking creamy, baby girl,” he said.
You moaned while he pulled you down onto his face. You tried to use your knees to hover, but he was yanking you down anyway so that you literally sat on his face. His tongue started to move, flexing with his jaw. He was in it deep already. His thick beard rubbed your pussy and you moaned uncontrollably.
“Oh my god,” you moaned. Your hands dropped to his head. Your body started to move, riding his face. You were flooding his face with your arousal. It practically dripped out of you and onto his chin, into his beard, and into his mouth.
He moaned while he ate you out. The vibrations made his lips tingle. Pressed against your clit just so, you twitched and were shaking out your release. Your moans bounced in the cozy cabin. You screamed it all out. Such undiluted pleasure had you seeing through the roof and into the starry night sky.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned.
Santa continued to slurp up your essence. The loud sucking made your pussy flutter. “So fuckin’ creamy, shit,” he moaned. Harsh breaths escaped him and you felt slightly guilty. However, not too guilty because fuck that was amazing.
You didn’t have to worry about crushing him or wondering when he would tap out with an apology. Your head was silent for once. You were just a vessel for pleasure and at his mercy.
“Roll over,” he said.
You climbed off of him and flipped onto your back. He moved and leaned up onto his knees, scooting in between your legs and dropped his pants. He pressed his massive thighs against yours, pushing you nearly in half.
He laid down into a push-up style position. His hands were on either side of you, pushing your thighs down even more against your body. He wiggled his hips and the tip of his dick swung lazily over your pussy.
“Oh please, baby. Please, please,” you begged with an edge of panic.
Your feet dangled over his shoulders and you pushed them inward, wrapped around his head. He finally lined up perfectly, and began to sink in slowly.
Your mouth dropped open and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Fuck, me!” You moaned.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned tiredly.
He ought to be fucking tired from all that teasing he did! You bit your lip to keep from cursing him till kingdom come. He knew how long and thick he was. He knew he needed to get you sopping wet before even attempting this shit. But a week? A week of fucking teasing?
Your tight hole squeezed his dick and he moaned, stopping about halfway in. “Breathe for me, baby girl. Breathe and let me into that sexy pussy,” he coaxed with a deep rumble in his chest.
You took deep breaths and willed your body to relax. You were just so excited, you didn’t know how you were still conscious. You relaxed enough for him to keep sliding in deeper. You jerked and moaned as he kissed your cervix. You grunted and groaned, a delicious burn working its way around the edges of your pussy.
Fully seated, he stopped and let you adjust around him. He didn’t wait long to pull out and then slide back in, rougher. Your thighs slapped together like a thunderclap. You panted and your legs shook over his shoulders.
Your hands flew to your knees to keep them closed around him. Otherwise, your legs would drop open and he’d split you in half. On second thought…
You let your knees fall open, opening you wider. Santa grinned, looking between your bodies at where you joined. His jaw worked, gathering spit, and spat on your pussy. An inhuman glint entered his eye as he fucked it into you.
Your moans continued to get louder as he slammed roughly into you. That long dick speared you from the inside out. But he was immediately hitting your G-spot. Your moans turned feral and animalistic as you felt indescribable pleasure.
Your thighs made loud and filthy smacks the harder he clapped your pussy. You gushed on his dick and the sticky suction noise joined the symphony of filth.
“I’m-I’m-I,” you couldn’t speak.
“That’s okay. You let me worry about that. Don’t you want me to feel it?”
You nodded and blinked into his eyes. He looked down at you. “Aww, look at you letting me hit this fuckin’ raw. You been such a filthy slut this year,” he said.
“Shit,” you moaned.
“You hear how hard I’m beating this shit?” He asked.
You could only nod. He licked his lips as he looked at your bouncing breasts, barely held in check by the teddy. “Pussy talkin’ hella loud.”
“Oh my god,” you breathed. You were shaking badly now, twisting and writhing beneath him.
“Mhm, keep talkin’. Keep talkin’ to me.”
You finally let go, the orgasm wrapping a giant hand around you and squeezed the very breath from your lungs. Your mouth worked, but all you let out was a strangled, incoherent moan.
“There it is. Ou, feelin’ so fuckin’ good. You such a filthy little slut, ain’t you? Gettin’ dick from Santa this year. Let me hear that pussy screamin’ for me,” he said.
Your chest continuously caved in as you screamed with pleasure. Screamed to the heavens above that you were getting phenomenal dick that constantly emptied your head of all thoughts. You operated on pure feeling now. The deep, long strong of his dick. The slap of his thighs on yours. His groans and grunts as he watched himself disappear inside of you.
You shook violently on your way down. You pouted a bit. He didn’t cum. You stuck your bottom lip out and he grinned. He leaned down into the pushup, pressing his lips to yours. He dominated your kiss, running his tongue in a circle around your lips. Then he dived his tongue inside. You still faintly smelled yourself on his breath.
“You think I’m done with you?” His lips hovered above yours and you whined, wanting to continue kissing him. He lowered but before your lips fully connected, he leaned back. You chased his mouth but he leaned too far away.
You turned puppy dog eyes towards him and stuck out your bottom lip again. He chuckled. He bit your bottom lip and pulled. His hips still worked roughly against you, fucking into you with reckless abandon.
“You’ve been a naughty girl this year,” he began to kiss down your body. He licked certain parts of your skin, before zeroing in your nipple through your teddy. You hissed and jerked, moving away from it. He held on, getting the fabric wet with his spit.
“Not even this sweet pussy of yours can make me put you on the nice list,” he said.
“Shit,” you moaned. You threw your head back as another orgasm tugged on your core. He leaned up and licked this thumb, pressing it against your clit. You growled as your pleasure seemed to ramp higher and go further. You clutched onto his forearms, too weak to say or do anything.
Your eyes crossed while his thumb furiously worked your clit. “Get that pussy talkin’ again. I ain’t hear her the first time.”
He slipped out of you while you were still shaking from the last orgasm. “Ohhh.” your lips moaned, a desperate echo making your voice warble. Your body twitched beneath him. He just watched as you squirmed. 1
“How many orgasms does it take to get me to bust?” He asked.
His dirty words were activating a different switch in your mind. You became competitive and pathetic as you gyrated, trying to shove his dick back inside. You wanted his cum and you hated that he turned you into an animal, too fucked out to care about how you looked or what you showed him in your eyes.
He scooted back and roughly turned you over onto your knees. You flopped around, your arms too weak to help yourself. “Get up on them fuckin’ knees.”
You whined and whimpered as you slowly got into position. He pushed your thighs further apart with his knees and entered you in one deep thrust.
“Fuck! Baby! Too much!” You pushed your hand back against his broad chest. He slapped your hand away.
“Nuh-uh, move that hand,” he said.
“Too much, Daddy!” You screamed. His strokes were hitting the deepest part of you and you were screaming the national anthem for all you knew.
“Oh! I’m Daddy now?” He asked.
“Daddy, please!” You whined. You slammed your ass on his dick with his help. His hand smacked your ass with such force that you fell back from the recoil.
“Fuck! Look at that shit go,” he grunted. Your hand pushed against his body again.
“Move that fuckin’ hand, now!”
Your wails were grating on your own nerves. You moved your arm. “You know what I wanna hear if you want me to stop,” he said.
No, you didn’t want to use that word. The minute you did, he would stop and want to check in with you. You didn’t want words now. You didn’t want to reason and explain yourself. You just wanted to blow your hip out.
You gripped the sheets beneath you and held on. “Yeah, that’s right. Good girls listen to Santa,” he said.
You gripped his dick and rode him like your life depended on it. He landed a few more smacks to your ass. “Watching this ass shake, hmm, I’m ready to bust. You think this one gon’ be it?”
You drooled onto the bed as your orgasm crested once more, putting pressure on your lower belly, and gripping him tighter. You bit the blanket beneath you as you groaned. Your eyes rolled and eyelids fluttered.
“Hmm, don’t she talk so pretty,” he moaned.
He grunted as he finally spilled inside of you. Fuck, there was so much of it. You worried briefly if you wouldn’t get fucking pregnant off of this. You were meticulous about your birth control and you weren’t ovulating.
But you could believe it if you ended up pregnant off of this dick tonight. If he had some type of magic dick that got you pregnant with a single thought. He fucked his cum into you, plugging you full of it.
“Goddamn it, baby girl,” he grunted. His leg shook as the final pulse pushed into you deeper.
He retreated slowly. His cum immediately pushed out in a thick, creamy wad. You groaned as it slid down your pussy and dripped beneath you. You wouldn’t be able to look at bear rugs the same.
“Shit,” he panted. He spread your ass cheeks so that he could watch himself leak out of you.
“Might fuck around and give you some kids, baby girl. Would you like that? You want my baby?” He asked.
He rubbed your ass as he continued to watch his cum leak from your body. You probably looked like a stuffed donut.
“Nahh, not yet. I’m not done spoiling you,” he said.
You sniveled as tears ran down your cheeks. You were so full of love for this man. How he always took care of you and pampered you. You didn’t have to lift a finger when he was around. It was so intoxicating. You feared that one day you truly would let him spoil you and not give two shits.
He wiped your tears away and brought it to his lips. He moaned when he sucked your tears off. “Fuck, baby girl. You wanted some more dick, this is how you ask,” he said.
He entered you again and you cried out. You fell face forward onto the blanket, your face facing the hearth. Heat waves warmed your face instantly. The light cast long rays in your vision as it swam with tears and bliss.
Your fingers were too weak to properly hold onto the blanket. Your cheek rubbed against the damp spot from your spit.
“She got somethin’ more to say, huh?” Santa asked.
You nodded and moaned as your wails reached a new crescendo. You gripped his dick again, sucking him deep into your body.
Santa moved his left hand to palm your scalp. He flexed his fingers and pulled your hair back. His right hand smacked your ass once and then he was pushing it into your anus. “Oh shit!” You moaned.
“I’m gonna have to bring you more of these from the North Pole, baby girl,” he said.
“I bought two of every color,” you said.
His hips snapped forward as he unloaded again inside of you. Hot splashes of his cum pushed against your G-spot and you cried out, sinking onto his dick with a powerful, gut-wrenching, mind-blowing orgasm that twisted you like a pretzel and folded you like a bagel.
He lazily continued to fuck into you as he groaned and spent every ounce left in his balls. He leaned forward and bit your shoulder.
“Damn, baby, thank you,” he whispered and kissed behind your ear. You were too fucked out to respond. You just softly moaned.
He dropped a kiss to your cheek and you felt him smile against it.
“Wait till you see what I do to you on New Year’s.”
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Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head
Pairing: Peter Ballard x Afab Fem! Reader - 001 x Afab Fem! Reader
Requested: request for smut prompts 8 28 29 33 with Peter Ballard or Jamie, whichever you think is more fitting! i love ur writing <3 hope ur doing well
Summary: An exhausted, overworked reader is forced to stay on shift over night. Can Peter convince her to take a break?
Warnings: Smut, Finger Sucking, Fingering, Oral (Fem Recieving), Impact Play (Pussy Spanking), Extreme Overstimulation, Dumbification, Praise Kink (LMK if I missed anything.)
A/N: I feel like a whore... that’s all
Prompts:
8. “Suck on my fingers baby.”
28. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”
29. “Your thighs are shaking so much.”
33. “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.”
⚠️ This fic is 18+ so minors DNI ⚠️
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You aren’t supposed to be here.
You’re supposed to be at home on your couch, eating a microwaved TV dinner and watching sitcom reruns on your old, barely working television, much like you normally do after your shifts are over. But no. You’re stuck at your shitty job overnight.
Because your boss physically will not let you leave.
If you didn’t work for a top secret government facility, you would definitely be concerned about the legalities of this situation. However, because you do, you have to deal with these types of things no questions asked. Hawkins National Laboratory is not a place anyone should cross, or they might end up six feet underground with nobody looking for them.
There had been a fight earlier in the day involving two of the children, which meant quite a bit of paper work needed to be done. Normally it would be split up between the two nurses who were on duty at the time, because otherwise it would take way too long to complete.
But unfortunately for you, your secondary nurse came up with some stupid excuse to leave early, complaining of an upset stomach and nausea. Funnily enough, at lunch she’d been talking about going out with friends tonight and “getting wasted.”
You could see right through her lies, but much to your dismay, Dr. Martin Brenner could not. For someone who claims to be so intelligent, he can be real thick in the head sometimes.
He had sent the other nurse home with a wave of his hand, before turning to you with an annoyed, “You are not to leave this building until that paperwork is complete. Am I understood?”
You opened your mouth to tell him that was unattainable for you, but your office door was shut in your face before you could even make a sound.
That was five hours ago, and everyone else had since gone home, give or take a couple night guards and the overnight orderly. After hours, the level of staff significantly dwindles down to just those who are here for security purposes.
So here you are, typing away on your computer, mindlessly entering file after file into the system. Your eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long, your fingers ache from the never ending typing and writing you’ve been doing, and your brain is absolutely fried.
You had hoped you could get it all done in time to leave and get at least a few hours of sleep, but that was proving to be impossible. You just want take a break from all this thinking and go home. Home to your warm, comfy bed.
You can’t help but close your eyes, longing to be wrapped up in your cozy sheets with nothing else in the world to worry about. Your head resting on the cold side of your pillow as the fireplace crackles next to you. You don’t even realize your fingers have remained pressed down on the keyboard until a hand gently clasps your shoulder.
“I may not be an expert darling, but I don’t think this is quite the information they’re looking for.”
Your eyes shoot open and you jump slightly at the sound of the voice. You glance over your shoulder to see your friend Peter in all his glory, staring down at you in nothing but amusement. You can’t help but stare back, eyes tracing his every - perfectly sculpted - feature. It’s almost unfair to you how beautiful he is; some days you even find yourself feeling jealous. The rest of the time though, you’re swooning.
As cheesy as it may sound, it’s the truth. It might be the way he speaks to with such tenderness, or maybe the way he gently touches you; one of his hands always placed on the small of your back, on your shoulder, or sometimes even in your hair when he feels like playing with it. Your favorite though?
Anytime you’re even a little nervous, he doesn’t hesitate to grasp your hand into his. It makes you flustered every time without fail, though he finds it endearing.
He always makes the same face when he’s amused with you too, a smirk resting on his lips and his eyes lighting up while he teases you about your bright pink cheeks. Much like the same face he’s making at you right now.
Oh, wait.
“Sorry, what’d you say?”
His smirk grows, and he huffs out a small laugh. One of his hands moves to brush the hair from your face, while the other reaches over, gently pulling your finger from where it had been pressing down on one of the keys.
Your brows furrow as you turn back towards your computer, seeing the screen filled with nothing but the letter “P.” You can’t help but groan, dropping your head into your crossed arms. Peter chuckles, sitting down on the table next to the computer, watching your utter misery.
“I thought you only work day shift.” You say, muffled.
“I don’t know where you got that idea from. I work plenty of night shifts.” You can’t help but raise your head, staring at him, dumbfounded. “How the fuck do you do it? This is hell.”
He huffs out a sigh, his amusement now being mixed with pity as he studies your features. You look exhausted. Hair that was once neatly tucked away into your bun has now fallen messily, and your eyes have formed dark circles under them, only highlighting how tired you must be.
“I heard what happened. Brenner told me to ‘key an eye on you’ in fact.”
Your face falls into one of disbelief, “You’re kidding.” He shakes his head, and you roll your eyes, repeatedly pressing the backspace button on the keyboard, “This is so stupid. It’s already almost midnight, and I’m only halfway through this stuff. My mind is fried Peter. It hurts to think.”
He watches you for another moment as you type away maniacally, entering the correct information into the system this time.
“You know…” he reaches over, placing one of his hands gently over yours, causing you to look at him, “It doesn’t hurt to take a break once in a while.”
You think about it for a second, and only a second, before shaking your head and continuing to type, “I can’t, I have to get this done. I want to actually get some sleep tonight.”
He frowns, but doesn’t say anything else as he leans back to watch you work.
You continue typing for another few minutes, completely zoning out as you enter in file after file. You expect Peter to leave you to your devices, but he does just the opposite. He stays right where he is, eyes focused on you. Normally you don’t mind comfortable silences, they’re usually pretty peaceful, but this is anything but that.
At some point, it becomes harder to focus on the work before you. You become hyper aware of how his eyes burn through you, and can practically feel them watching your every move, raking up and down your body.
You chew on your lip in an attempt to ignore him and keep working. And if you just so happen to be pressing your thighs together, you can only hope that he doesn’t take notice.
Except he does.
“Something wrong sweetheart?” He asks, a teasing edge in his tone. You try to ignore him but he stands to face you, and you bite your lip even harder.
Finally, you look up at him, your eyes meeting his devilishly blue ones. He’s still got that stupid smirk on that stupidly handsome face with his stupidly perfect hair and-
Goddammit.
“Stop it.”
He raises an eyebrow, playing dumb, “Stop what?” He knows exactly what he’s doing.
You huff and shake your head, eyes rolling as you turn back towards the computer, “You know what.”
He hums, pausing for a moment before he leans down, lips inches from your ear, “Why?” He whispers, and dear god you’re about to collapse in this god forsaken desk chair, “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”
Your breath hitches, and your eyes pinch shut. You can’t help but dig your fingernails into your palms in an effort to ground yourself. If only you could get it together, because this really isn’t the best time or place for this to be happening to you. You find yourself rubbing your thighs together again, not even caring if he notices this time.
You try to say his name in an attempt to be firm with him, to warn him to stop.
“Peter…”
You fucking whimper it.
He wastes no time, spinning the desk chair so you’re facing him. He places his hands on both armrests as he leans over you, effectively trapping you in.
“Oh sweetheart…” He cooes at you, head tilting in mock sympathy, and you can feel your resolve slipping away, “Why don’t we take a little break hm?”
You turn your head back towards the computer for a moment, that tiny little part of you fighting so hard to stay focused, “I…I don’t-”
He gently grips your chin, tilting your head back to face him, and god, if you aren’t the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Your pupils are so unbelievably dilated, your cheeks are flushed a deep shade of red, and your bottom lip is plump from your consistent biting.
With the way your hair messily falls into your face and your chest heaves with stuttered breaths, he wants nothing more than to spread you out on a table, and have his way with you until you’re a trembling mess beneath him. He trails his hand up slightly to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your brow bone.
“I bet that brain of yours is so tired isn’t it? All those thoughts running through your head- they’re just too much for you to handle aren’t they?”
Your legs are trembling and your head is spinning. The way he’s speaking is so new to you, but it has you ready to drop to your knees in front of him. He’s not too far off either; you’re so tired and your brain hurts. You need a break. You need-
“You need someone to make them all go away don’t you?”
Jesus fucking Christ.
You inhale sharply, his words going straight to your core. Your mouth opens and closes as you try to pry a response from your muddled thoughts, slightly resembling a fish out of water. You give up eventually, opting to let out a desperate whine instead. You can’t decide what’s more distracting- the ache between your legs or the way his hand cradles your face.
His thumb moves to trace over your bottom lip, while a mocking pout settles on his own, “Poor thing, so tired and dumb that she can’t even form a proper sentence.”
He’s right, he’s so unbelievably right. Which is why you don’t even realize that you’ve wrapped your lips around his thumb and are gently sucking on it. His eyes are filled with pure hunger as he watches you with parted lips of his own.
He gently pulls his thumb out from between your lips, not even giving you a chance to whine before replacing it with both his middle and pointer finger. You continue to look up at him, mindlessly sucking on both digits and letting yourself feel utterly blissful.
“That’s it,” he praises, “suck on my fingers baby.”
You hum in response, closing your eyes as you circle your tongue around them, hollowing out your cheeks. He lets you have your fun for another moment or two, mesmerized by the way you’ve become an absolute mess for him, before slipping his fingers out from your mouth and admiring how the drool slips down your chin.
You whine pathetically as he does so, and he cooes in response, “Shhh, c’mon pretty girl.” He takes your hand, helping you stand from your chair and guiding you over to one of the nursing cots. As he sets you down, he tries to pull away for a moment, but you don’t let him. You grip the front of his crisp white shirt between your fingers and pull him towards you, clashing your lips against his.
He huffs out a laugh against your lips, mumbling, “greedy little thing,” in between kisses. And he’s right, you are greedy, and aching, and desperate to feel him, and only him. You’re entire body is filled to the brim with nothing but desire.
Peter climbs onto the cot, hovering over you as his lips slowly make their way down your jawline, your neck, and your chest. He leaves nothing but endless hickeys in his wake as you come completely undone beneath him. He fumbles with the buttons of your shirt and the clasp of your bra, prying them both off of you, one after the other.
If you had been told five hours ago that you would be here by the end of the night, you would’ve laughed and slammed the door in that person’s face. But yet, here you are, brainless, desperate, and completely at the mercy of Peter, while his lips explore every visible inch of skin on your body.
He practically drools as the sight of your breasts, fondling them in his hands. You can’t help but moan when he attaches his lips to one of your nipples, suckling on it gently while he pinches the other one. He switches back and forth, both for his and your own pleasure. His eyes flick up to your face, watching you writhe in desperation underneath him. His cock is so painfully hard in his pants, but that’s the least of his worries right now, only wanting to hear your pretty little moans as he makes you feel good.
“That’s it darling. Don’t think, just feel. I’ll make it all feel better.”
His lips continue their attack on your skin, making their way down your tummy and to the hem of your skirt. He gently pushes your legs up, and his hands are quick to slide the bottom of the skirt up to your waist, revealing your baby pink panties.
“Oh baby…” He moans at the sight, watching as your hole pulses and flutters underneath the soaked, translucent fabric. His eyes flick up to your face once more, seeing just how fucked out you look, without him even touching you yet, “Look at how messy you are.”
He’s honestly half a second away from devouring your perfect little cunt before your sweet voice fills his ears, pausing his movements entirely.
“P-Peter…” you stutter, nervously. It might be the only word you can physically form right now, but that isn’t stopping you from expressing concern.
You aren’t a virgin, but this type of situation is new to you. Your mind has never been so clouded. It’s not that it doesn’t feel good, because, god does it feel good, you just haven’t experienced such vulnerability before. So you can’t help the way your hands tremble while his face is inches from your exposed pussy.
It takes no more than two seconds for his hand to reach up and grasp yours, squeezing reassuringly, “I got you. I’m right here.” he soothes, and you release a slow breath. He never fails to calm your nerves.
“That’s it,” he smiles, feeling your hand slowly stop trembling in his grasp, “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.” You squeeze his hand in return and he can’t help but place a gentle kiss to your inner thigh,
“If you want me to stop at any point, I will. Just say the word. Do you understand?” You nod dumbly in response, only to yelp as his other hand comes down hard against your cunt, spanking it.
“I need you to use your words for this one darling,” he chides, cupping his hand over your drooling cunt in an effort to soothe the pain, “C’mon, you can do it.”
It takes you longer that you care to admit, and you struggle for a moment or two, desperately trying to form enough words in your head for a valid response. Your chest heaves as another pathetic whimper escapes your lips, prompting another slap to your core.
Your whole body jerks this time, forcing out a desperate cry of, “Y-Yes s-sir!”
And if he wasn’t salivating at the mouth before, he certainly is now. He moans in response, thumb circling your clit over your panties, before sliding them to the side.
“Good fucking girl.”
He leans in and places a sweet kiss to your cunt, as if apologizing for striking it. You shudder at that first contact. It sends a shock through you, hyper sensitive with want. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks very gently. Your head is thrown back immediately as he provides you the relief you’ve been needing.
“O-oh Peter…”
His tongue laps at your clit before flicking it through your folds, and looking up at you through his lashes. He loves how you’re reacting as he borderline makes out with your soaked cunt. Your moans fill the air as you take what he gives you, and Peter can’t be more grateful that the nursing rooms are sound proof, your pretty little noises being for his ears only. He dips his tongue down to your weepy hole, circling it around the entrance to taste you.
“So wet for me,” he mumbles against you. You whimper, hole fluttering at how good he’s making you feel, “You taste like heaven.”
He pulls back to lightly blow on your cunt, his saliva cooling in the air. He chuckles as he watches you twitch, licking another strip over your clit and blowing on it again. You whine and shift underneath him, your hips involuntary bucking. He smirks, shushing you gently, before dipping back in to taste you.
Your back arches off of the bed while he sucks and laps at you, upper body rising and falling violently on the bed. It’s almost like he’s been starved for weeks, and your cunt is the only thing that can satiate his hunger. He savors every taste of you, like he’s never eaten anything more luscious.
You hardly even notice when he pauses to remove your panties entirely, slipping them up your legs and placing them in his back pocket.
His tongue dips inside of you while he circles your nub with his thumb. Your hips buck to meet his face and you can’t help but grind into his tongue, feeling the coil in your lower stomach beginning to tighten. Your desperate little moans and gasps fill the room as his tongue plunges inside you. Your paperwork is long forgotten at this point as your thoughts empty out of your head, being replaced with just…
Peter
A small part of you registers the fact that he’s still holding your hand as he eats you out. He’s bringing you to new heights of pleasure, reducing you to nothing but a sobbing thing beneath him, all while holding your hand to let you know your safe. To let you know he’s taking care of you.
That thought alone has your toes curling, and another pathetic cry leaves your lips.
He can tell you’re getting close, based on the intensity of your moans and the way your muscles begin to pulse. He maneuvers so his mouth is back to suckling on your clit, and one of his fingers is circling your entrance. He eyes you above him, watching your mouth part in utter ecstasy as he slides his middle finger inside of you.
You’re far gone – so far gone.
He hardly gets a chance to relish in how tight your perfect little hole is before you’re pushed over the edge, completely coming undone around him.
Choked out moans and pants fill the air, and you cum so hard around his finger it makes you lurch forward, entire body shaking. "Shh, shh,” he hushes you, "There you go. Good girl.”
He pumps his finger in and out of you, working you through your orgasm. Your body collapses back against the bed as you attempt to catch your breath, but Peter has other plans. He releases his grip on your hand, wasting no time attaching his lips to your clit once again, sucking on it with much more intensity this time.
A surprised whine escapes your lips and your back arches, legs trying to close around his head. You’re too sensitive, but he doesn’t care, arm moving to rest across your hips, holding your thighs apart to keep your legs opened, your cunt bared.
“A-Ah!” You cry out, unable to stop the way your legs are trembling. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, needing something to desperately cling to. His finger continues to pump in and out of you as he devours your poor little cunt. Tears prick at your eyes from how fucking good it feels.
He teases a second finger at the entrance of your leaking hole, before easily plunging it in beside the first one. The stretch feels amazing, and it’s the first thing you’re able to actually vocalize since before he even started eating your cunt.
“God, fuck- feels so good- feels so fucking good Peter…need more.”
He hums around your clit, the vibrations shooting throughout your whole cunt, and your eyes roll back into your head. You can feel him teasing a third finger against your hole and you grind down into it, needing to feel more of him. He obliges, thrusting it into you along with his other two fingers, stretching you out deliciously around them.
Slowly, the sensitivity of it all begins to burn away as your next orgasm approaches once more. It builds up much quicker than before with the way his fingers fuck you open, bringing you right to the edge.
“Oh- oh fuck I-I’m gonna cum…”
You can’t help but look down at him, watching as he licks and sucks on your clit, moaning into you to let you know just how much he’s enjoying it. He eyes look up to meet yours and god he looks so good like this, hair tousled, eyes wild with desire, and his mouth coated in your slick as he suckles on your clit.
The coil within your stomach snaps as you look at him, and you’re pushed over the edge once again. Your grind your pussy down into him as you ride out the high once more, letting him work you through it.
Your slick drips down his hand as your hole clenches around him, and he pulls away from you, placing gentle kisses up and down your trembling inner thighs as you come back down.
You pant, sweat dripping down your forehead as you lay back, feeling completely blissful and floaty. Peter’s definitely done a good job at emptying your head of any and all thoughts that weren’t of him, because you’re so unbelievably fucked out.
“Your thighs are shaking so much.” His voice echoes through your head, as he runs his free hand over them, feeling them tremble from even the slightest touch.
He gives you a few more seconds to rest before a dark chuckles escapes him, and he curls his fingers inside of you deliciously. A strangled gasp fills the air and your whole body twitches when he leans back down, licking a strip from just above your hole, up to your clit. You struggle to form words of protest, already feeling twice as sensitive as last time.
“N-no! Can’t Peter- I can’t!” You sob, tears finally breaking free and rolling down your cheeks.
He lays his head to the side, resting it on your inner thigh. He pulls his fingers out for a moment, using one of them to rim your hole as he looks up at you in mock sympathy.
“Ohhh but I think you can. I think this sweet little pussy of yours can give me one more yeah?” He teases, and you shake your head, squirming, “So that’s what you’re going to give me.” He dives back in, mercilessly attacking your overstimulated cunt.
Thrashing would be the best word to define you right now, hands leaving his hair and finding anchors on the sweat-soaked sheets of the cot beneath you. Your head turns into the nearest pillows in an effort to not sound like you’re being murdered, mascara running and wisps of hair flying and soft laughs that go through your entire soul as Peter watches your struggle. As he enables it.
He returns to those sloppy kisses that let him get a taste of you. Your muscles clench and your hips lift off the bed entirely as his tongue works you out. His lips on your clit and his dispersed praises and those rough licks on your cunt like you’re laid out before him like a meal, which honestly isn’t too far off.
You can’t stop shifting, not with the pain that bubbles in your stomach from your third building orgasm. It’s intense. It’s sensitive. It hurts. You tear at the sheets, then back to his hair, blubbering like an absolute child about it. Your third orgasm approaches so quickly that it’s painful. You’re a sobbing, wild, mess beneath Peter, and he’s absolutely relishing in it.
“P-Peter…” you sob weakly, his name once again being the only word you can piece together in your fucked out little brain. It hurts so bad but it feels so good at the same time, and your senses feel like they’re dialed to 11.
“Shhh,” he places a gentle kiss right above your clit, gently stroking your thigh with the thumb of his free hand, offering you a slight reprieve, “C’mon, you can do it.”
All of a sudden his fingers are pumping into you at an impossibly intense rate, and he’s licking and sucking on your cunt like his life depends on it. Your head is thrown back, and your eyes roll into your head as he walks no, —drags—your orgasm from you with determined fists, leaving nothing in his wake.
You’re seeing hallucinations. You have to be. Colors flying across a canvas of pure white, neon dots and black floaters that have you convinced you may have died and come back to life. Your body- your muscles and sinew and bones and soul shake with the fervor of it. Convulse, really.
Peter sighs as he rises, almost like he’s just had the most refreshing glass of water after hours exercise, yet you feel like the exerted one, twitching from aftershocks and tremors. He slips his fingers from your hole, licking them clean as he admires the aftermath of his attack on your poor cunt.
You’re red, swollen, pulsing, and slickened with sweat and cum and spit. It’s a little beautiful, the way your cum is leaking out of your entrance and onto the sheets. He dips down once more, swiping his tongue against your hole for one final taste of you, and your whole body convulses, a desperate sob ripping from your lips.
“Shhh sweetheart,” he shushes, “No more, I promise. You did so good for me.”
You can hardly even hear him, your mind a thousand miles away. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine, and your whole body is tingling. Peter climbs up the cot until he’s laying on his side above you, stroking the sweaty hair from your face. You hum in content as his sweet words and praises begin to flood into your ears, bringing you back to the present.
“There she is,” he places a kiss to your hair line, thumb stroking your jaw, “Feeling okay?” You nod still feeling floaty.
“Feels good…” You hum, and he chuckles.
“I’d hope so. It wasn’t too much for you was it?” You shake your head, easing his concern slightly. You pry your eyes open to meet his, smiling at him.
“No. It was perfect Peter, thank you…” you lean up to kiss him again, and he returns it, hand gently cradling your face. The two of you lay back down in the bed, and you rest your head on his chest. His arms find their way around you as he lets you calm down in his arms, the trembling of your body not having fully stopped yet.
It isn’t until you’re half asleep that you remember the paperwork, shooting up and scaring the hell out of Peter. The idea of doing it all, now that you’re even more exhausted, brings you to tears again. But this time, not so happy ones.
“Hey, hey don’t worry about it.” Peter’s arms wrap around your waist, cradling you from behind, “You don’t have to finish the paperwork sweetheart.”
You hiccup, shaking your head, “But Brenner’s gonna be pissed if I don’t and there’s nobody else to get it done because Miranda wanted to go out and get drunk and-”
“Listen to me,” his lips rest up against the shell of your ear, speaking to you like he would the children when they’re scared or upset. He knows that your hypersensitive and floaty state of mind is only adding on to your levels of stress, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about the paperwork. I’m going to get you all cleaned up okay? And I’ll talk with Brenner in the morning, come up with something.”
You turn to look at him, all doe eyed and puzzled, “How do you know he’ll listen to you?”
Peter smiles in return as if he knows something that you don’t, and wipes the tears away before placing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “He always does…I think I’m his favorite,” you roll your eyes, letting the comment go over your head as you grumble about wishing you were the favorite employee. A smirk takes over his face at your blatant naivety.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it baby, now c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” And you oblige, letting him take care of you. He manages find some rags, wetting them and wiping the sweat and tears from your face. He uses another to clean the mess between your legs, gently shushing you when you whine in discomfort. He helps you back into your clothes, aside from your ruined panties, before you both curl up in one of the unused cots for the night.
And the next morning, if any of the other orderlies notice him holding your hand on your way out of your office, well, they don’t say a word.
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Requested by: @hbaramas
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you're so pretty when you're coming for me with the chaos twins, perhaps??
oh, you know how weak I am for them.
1. "You're so pretty when you're coming for me."
"Sun--shine--" Dew slurs, stumbles over the syllables in her name. His head drops forward, chin to his chest. He clenches one fist on his thigh, the other is locked tight to the back of her neck, holding her close, even as he babbles at her to--"Wait--give me a second--oh fuck."
Dew's already hard in her palm again. Sticky with cum and pre and spit. The head past red--bordering on an angry shade of violet that Sunshine has never seen on Dew before. It's mesmerizing. The way he still spurts pre even after so many orgasms. How he still hardens up in her hands even when he insists he can't.
She could play with him forever. Would, if he'd let her. But she can tell he's flagging. The haze in his eyes taking over. The sounds he makes are hurt now, broken little sobs as she polishes the head or drags her thumb over the barbell under it. He watches the way she touches him, narrow chest heaving. Lips slick with drool he doesn't have any control of anymore.
"One more," she says. She isn't sure if that's actually true. It could be two more, or three. But she'll start small. Give him something he can manage. It'll always be one more. Dew makes a sad little noise but he nods. Already so hard in her hand, pulsing, jumping as she squeezes the base or drags her fingers through the copious amounts of pre.
"Still so wet," she whispers and he groans. When he finally looks back up at her his eyes are wet too. Looking like liquid copper. He opens his mouth like he wants to explain it. It's a habit. Dew's taught her a lot about being topside, about their vessels, their magic. But she already knows what he's trying to tell her. Something about how he used to be a water ghoul.
How there are some things he just can't shake. Like, this, dripping like a faucet even though he's already cum four times. Or his slick that's no doubt pooling on her bedsheets. She bends to kiss him to swallow the words. To focus him back on the moment. On the way her hand feels.
Maybe, when she's done making him cum himself dry, she'll fuck him. Or if she can get him hard again she'll let him fuck her. A treat for being so good. She isn't sure, won't know until the moment comes. She slides her tongue against his, swallows the pathetic little noises he makes as he tries to pull her closer like he wants to slide into her skin with her.
He pulls away far too soon. Mouth open, gasping, body tensing. "Oh fuck. Oh no. You're gonna make me--Sunny--please."
The sound he makes when he cums makes Sunny throb. Gut punched and wrecked. He sobs through it, hiccuping as he dribbles all over her Sunny's hand. There's far less than last time, and when it's over Dew sags, his head hitting her shoulder with a solid thump. He's panting, clinging to her even as she keeps stroking him, fresh cum making the slide even easier.
"Wait--fuck--Sunny. You gotta--I can't."
"One more, Dewy" she says again, whispered into his ear, tongue flicking out over the shell of it. "You're so pretty when you're cumming for me. Let me see it again, just one more. For me, please?"
Dew's breath hitches. Sunshine feels the wet heat of his tears on her shoulder, and for half a second she thinks he might call it. But then he nods, slow and syrupy against her shoulder, but a nod nonetheless.
"One more," he agrees. "Just one more. For you."
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WHY IS EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE HOT STEAMY SMUT I WANT HURT COMFORT AND FLUFF GOD HELP ME I BEG I WILL DO ANYTHING
#PLEASE I CANT STAND THE FILTH#ive read everything on this damn app istg#the marauders#sirius black#james potter#remus lupin#sirius black x reader#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#regulus black#regulus black x reader#poly marauders#please just a small ounce of fluff#marauders era#fluff#hurt comfort#fictional characters#dean winchester#sam winchester#dean winchester x reader#sam winchester x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#supernatural#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy#the boys#a supernatural world of ANGST and SEX more like it#give me angst that ends with comfort please I beg#sue me I’m going through something
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Always ironic to see one of the fandom’s biggest bullies preaching about bullying 🙂
#please look in the mirror#if you call people filth and poisonous plants for disagreeing with you over fictional characters I’m pretty sure you’re also the problem
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A Shoulder to Sit On
Extremely short Eddie fic. Just had this idea and had to write it down because I've been gone so long and needed to give you all some love.
Disclaimer: I do not own this gif.
Going to a concert with all of your friends and trying to make Eddie jealous by sitting on some random guys shoulders throughout the show
You see Eddie watching you out of the corner of your eye and he smirks when he catches you looking back at him before returning his focus to the band again
Once the concert reaches intermission, you go to get a drink with the guy, only to be boldly pulled away by Eddie who just flips the guy off when he tries to confront him about taking you away
You try to act irritated with Eddie but you feel a sudden ache between your legs with the way he's looking at you, licking his lips
"That was quite a performance you put on in there, princess" he whispers, pushing you against the wall, away from the big crowd of people
"I'm sure I've got no idea what you're talking about, Munson" You tease.
"Mhm, I bet you don't" He grinned sarcastically, letting his eyes linger down your body
"So can I get back to the concert or was there something else?" You challenged, pressing your tongue to your cheek, begging him to give you any reason to stay a little longer
"Be my guest sweetheart" He nodded, moving out of the way for you to walk by him and when you thought he was going to let you go, you felt yourself being pulled back in to his chest, his erection pressing against your ass as he began to whisper in your ear
"Just for the record, if you need to sit on someones shoulders for the second half of the show, I'm just dying to get my head between your legs, princess
#eddie munson#eddie x fem!reader#eddie x you#eddie munson smut#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson reader insert#eddie munson stranger things#stranger things smut#stranger things#eddie stranger things#eddie munson fandom#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fiction#eddie munson filth#eddie munson writing#eddie munson angst
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Ranking my most noteworthy fictional crushes out of ten
Squidward
Look at this man. Look at his features. Isn't he just completely irresistible? I "fell for" him in in ninth grade and it was initially a joke bc I was obsessed with him since I had a friend who'd always talk Spongebob with me and despite never having watched it I enjoyed discussing it and thought Squidward sounded like an endearing and funny character. I'm not sure if this was completely ironic or not anymore and I'm scared.
6/10
Jon Arbuckle
We are off to an amazing start here, aren't we? Okay, so I just have a thing for pathetic men. And Jon is that. He is a beta male. He is a loser. He is sad. I want to say my "crush" on him developed when I read the comic Garfield Minus Garfield- a comic which I found interesting. I liked seeing this portrayal of the character- someone lonely, mentally unstable and possibly schizophrenic. Also when you boil it down, all Garfield is about is a mentally ill man ranting to his cat about his problems and his cat secretly doesn't give a crap, but he doesn't know because it's a cat who can't talk (iterations where he can hear garfield are dumb and lame unless there's a good reason for it). I love Jon, I am a Jon defender, and I argue he is funny and a cool guy.
8/10
Waylon Smithers
Undeniably the most regrettable fictional crush I have ever had, and sadly the longest lasting and most influential as well. My crush on Smithers lasted all the way through high school and my first year of college. My thirst for him- seemingly invincible. The worst part is, I'm not even completely over him. If I watch the show again without cringing at jokes I quoted badly, I can still see myself getting a little you know... when he shows up. So, what is his appeal, might you ask, why do I like him? Wimp. Wears glasses. Sadboy- he loves someone who doesn't give a crap about him. Something about his unrequited love seemed relatable to me. I also found his submissiveness attractive and he is what introduced me to the idea that a nerdy sadboy who does as I say is actually kind of really sexy. He's also the last nice person on this list. I found his sweetness appealing and for a while this made me think I only liked sweet boys. How wrong I was...
4/10. Would be 0 but he gets extra points because of how important he was to my development as a person. Low because I regret how I acted during this phase of my life. (too loca)
MEDIC
I literally got the game just for him and main him because I think he's hot. He looked like this stern, no-nonsense Atticus Finch-like medical guy who would yell at me in German for being a bad girl and I was into that. Then I played the game, watched the videos, read the comic and fell deeper in love. This guy was not that stern angry guy I thought he was at all. He was a cool guy and all nonsense. Funny, crazy, deeply invested in science, with what appears to be no regard for human or animal life- yet still somehow having a caring side which we see with how sweet he is to his doves- also I love doves too, omg! And he's still definitely the one that would be wearing the pants in this relationship, so the main appeal remains intact.
10/10
Duckman
Hey, what the hell are you staring at! Listen, you're not my dad and I have no control over who I find attractive, so shut up. I watched this show and I just saw this guy and I was like... whoa. Okay. That's... that's a man alright. A duck man, sure, but a man nonetheless. He had it all. He was pathetic, smoked heavily, rude, a goober, horny, impulsive, wore glasses... and was a massive loser, yet he has this strange charm about him that you'll notice if you don't take him too seriously. God, I just want to humiliate him. He's into that, by the way- it's literally canon in the show. He also was my first foray into what I like to call "angry ranting men" which is, well, a type of man who rants about random things. Okay, okay, I get it, ranting=bad whatever. But personally I see a strong appeal in rants. A rant is an unfiltered speech about a topic which one holds strong passion for. It is a glimpse into an insane mind, sure, filled with nonsense, with the occasional valid point made. I enjoy listening to rants because it lets a man let loose and just go wild.... and in a way, it is quite cute! Even if he is completely wrong in every way. I still enjoy listening, wide eyed with a glass of some drink in my hand I can't even drink because I'm kept on the edge of my seat by this strange speech. Also, this character has a good side to him. Like we see he loved his wife and loves his kids, and when he opens up to the women he meets, we see that he really isn't so bad of a person after all. I love this about him, and it is a crucial part of his appeal on top of everything else I've said so far.
7/10 because even I question this one sometimes. But not that much.
George Costanza
He's disturbed, he's depressed, he's got it all! Completely just the most pathetic man on television. An insecure, self absorbed little loser. I love him. He's so weak and he makes me so weak. He also looks really cute sometimes- is this just me? I want to do things to him >:) I think I have this thing where I am attracted to horrible men because I want to give them a better life, as I see myself in them, and boy do I see myself in George. We're both the same little cowards at heart, I think. I think we all have a little George in us. I just want... a lot of George in me. Ba dum ching! I should note that this savior complex mostly applies to fictional men... Irl I would just want someone who I could scare with my freaky boldness and have open up to me a little bit, and be there for. Like some cute Christian boy who is afraid of everything and hates himself for no reason. I don't really have much more to say, since I haven't watched the show in months. Also the last entry literally has the same actor behind him. Do I have a thing for Jason Alexander? It's very possible.
solid 8/10. Not a 10 because I'm worried about myself.
Filthy Frank
In my defense, I also have a crush on Joji so it's okay. But this is a list of FICTIONAL characters and I can't help myself. That's right, y'all, Franku is fictional and if you didn't see that who are you? Now I want you to think about everything here that has been established. I like horny men, losers, ranters, men who are bad with women, and men with ego problems (and then there's just Medic who is the exception to every rule here). Frank is all of those things. He is also completely depraved and has no inhibitions which I also find appealing. When you think about it, he's basically just a really concerning version of a bad boy. He's obviously not someone to admire, and I don't admire him at all. He's a joke. I laugh at him, not with him. I don't agree with most of what he says but if I knew him personally, I would gleefully listen to his insanity, while secretly going "yea no." I also just think he probably is into some weird stuff like.... in the bedroom and that is hot to me. I want to make him cry. Do I want to give him a better life? Not really to be honest. He doesn't really deserve it. I guess he's nice to the lycra people, though, and the book Francis of the Filth gives him a little bit of an arc where he becomes a better person and stuff, and there are kind of hints at him having something resembling a capacity for compassion (mostly in the lore) despite being disgusting and generally amoral, which again, is very important to the appeal. I also find him weirdly charming. If he was a real guy we would get along I think, even if he'd be an asshole to me sometimes and I'd even get fed up with him sometimes- he probably might think I'm cool if I choose my words carefully. Oh, right also he's just hella cute. I know he makes weird, creepy faces and is trying to look like a 45 year old Algebra Teacher who hates his life, but like, that just makes him even cuter to me. And I don't mind the throat cancer voice, either. It's cute, too. He's got this weird, undeniable charm to him that definitely contributed to his success and iconic status. So, sure, he makes weird noises, he's a terrible person, and all, but like... he's also cute and I'd probably try to pry into his sensitive side (which when you think about it, does exist) if he was real. I mostly just like him because he's a stupid, silly bisexual (re-watch the videos; it's true) who wears glasses, though.
My tastes in men are fucked.
8/10
My prediction for my next crush is some asshole from Catch 22 but probably the Chaplain.
I am allowing this list to be used as evidence for the decline of women.
#squidward#spongebob squarepants#jon arbuckle#garfield#Waylon Smithers#The Simpsons#medic tf2#team fortress 2#duckman#seinfeld#george costanza#fictional crushes#husbandos#filthy frank#francis of the filth#papa franku#catch 22
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❀𖧷 Sweet Intoxication 𖧷❀
❀𖧷 Hawks x Reader Pairing 𖧷❀
❀ This is part 2 to Sweet Oblivion! Read P.1 Here
❀ Synopsis:
After the little night shared between Keigo and Y/n, the two seem to find themselves entranced. Keigo a little more than he’d like to admit. To the point where… he wouldn’t mind making a point to his sister in a very sinful manner.
❀ Genre:
College AU, no quirks, drug dealer/Frat boy Hawks kinda, etc.
❀ Content warning:
Scummy Hawks/somewhat fluffy, practically pure smut/Somewhat plot, filth, drug use, oral receiving and giving, tummy bulge, kissing, exhibition, voyeurism, dirty talk, degradation/praise, unprotected sex, masturbation, cream pie, etc.
(Not proofread, sorry!)
❀ Word Count:
24.4k words!
Wind softly pushed your hair back. You leaned your cheek on the dashboard. Looking outside the passenger window. Pushing the button to make the window go up and down.
Keigo passed you a glance, noticing the way you were shaking slightly. Keigo smiled at you, “Don’t worry, everyone will love you.” He put a hand to the back of your head, caressing your hair. “Just like I do.” You blinked at the road, a small pout on your lips.
You hated parties.
“I know, but I’m still-“
“Don’t worry, Y/n.” He reassured, annoyed by the amount of times he had said it. “You’ll be fine.” You noticed how he said it through grit teeth. Making you pull up the window all the way.
You quinted your eyes, biting your bottom lip and slowly nodding your head. Leaning on the car window and sighing, “Okay, fine.” You said in defeat. “I trust you.” You meekly whispered. You looked outside, watching as trees passed by.
Why did you even agree to come? You didn’t even like parties.
You thickly swallowed when you knew you arrived at the house. A few young and clothless women sitting down on the lawn. Two people making out on the patio, a few friends conversing, and the everlasting sound of bass booming some random song. You turned away from the window, looking at your phone. Trying to distract yourself.
You could feel the eruption of butterflies in your stomach. A feeling which you actually hated. However, it was something you had to get used to once you and Keigo officially started dating.
Keigo parked the car, removing the key and turning to you. Seeing how you were playing with the fabric of your skirt.
This made him deeply inhale, leaning his head back for a second. Then, moving his golden eyes to you, “Y/n.”
You turned to him, sweet, big, and innocent eyes staring into his eyes. “I promise, you’re going to like it.” He slowly said, “You’re with me.” He gave you an iconic smile, dimples prominent and motivating.
You just huffed, turning away from him. “And, this won’t be like last time?..” You practically whispered, looking away from him.
Kiego took a moment to respond, his mouth opening then closing. Taking in a deep breath and trying to phrase his words perfectly. “Last time.. Last time was an accident.” He slowly moved his hand to your thigh, giving a reassuring squeeze. “And, after she tried doing that, I shoved her into a pool.”
You looked back at him, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile and giggle. Nodding your head and pressing your glossy lips together.
However, that feeling disappeared. “Hawks.” You softly said.
He hated when you called him that.
You opened your mouth, pausing before softly speaking. “If anything like that happens…” You bit your lip, slightly bothered to say it, but you forced it out. “..I’m- I’m leaving.”
“You didn’t bring a car, yo-“
“I’ll get an Uber.” You said, big sparkly eyes trained on him. Your voice is sharp despite its soft tone. It caught Kiego off guard.
It had been close to eight months since the two of you first slept together. And it had been close to six months since the two of you officially started dating.
Which, you don’t even know how the two of you had lasted that long. It seemed like the only good thing about your relationship was the sex. Sure, the two of you weren’t bickering every day or had absolutely nothing in common. It’s just, it felt like there wasn’t really a romantic connection.
It kinda hurt your feelings.
And if anything, it felt like you were holding Keigo back from getting with other women. It felt like the relationship you had with him was a chore for Keigo. Something he had to constantly worry about, when he really didn’t want to.
Almost as if the only thing holding him back from hooking up with other women was.. he didn’t want to deal with the argument that would ensue between the both of you. And, it hurts. Really bad.
However, -despite how timid you came off- you always made sure to voice this.
Despite your kind and slightly reserved nature- you didn’t let him do anything disrespectful to you or your relationship with him. If you felt he was rude or just stupid with emotions, you’d leave. The amount of times you’ve left him on read, threaten to call quits, or even just blocked him on everything was- insane. (Of course, it was always a tear filled experience every time you did so.)
It was only of the things that surprised Keigo once the two of you started dating.
No matter what, you’ve always noticed Keigo’s questionable behavior towards women. Actually, you’ve gone as far to call him out on it. Called him an attention whore, despite claiming you would never use foul language in your life. (It made you feel dirty.)
Women and Keigo’s action was the reason for many of your disagreements. Of course, you’re still too sweet and kind about it. Despite putting up boundaries and requests you were always extremely sensitive and emotional. Tears brimming your eyes and falling with every word you threw at him. Explaining why his actions hurt or just weren’t… okay.
Keigo brought the worst out of you.
The two of you adored each other, yes.
You two adored the interactions you had together, yes.
Loved the moments you shared together, yes.
Loved the sex, yes.
And it hurt Keigo to see you cry, yes.
But damn, you were the only person who didn’t put up with Keigo’s bullshit. Which sucked, because you were the only person who he wanted to put up with his bullshit. And, that’s just not you.
Still…
There were still moments where he wished he just broke it off with you, but he learned to get over those moments. He learned to calm down and express his emotions. Learn to communicate with you and talk about the situation. To help better explain what happened and how next time it could be avoided.
Geez, look at him! Being a good boyfriend for you!
Of course, it always ended the same way- you lied down on his bed or backseat of his car, looking at him with doe eyes as he fucked your mouth. Legs spread as he split you open with his cock. His tongue licking away the salty tears that fell down your face as you babbled about how good his cock was.
It was your way of rewarding his good behavior. A way of showing him, talking about emotions and misunderstandings was a good thing. Praising him for speaking to you respectfully and kindly. Your perfect smile and eyes giving him validation. A positive thing.
So, was he doing it for a good reason?... Debatable.
But, he was still communicating! And, that’s better than nothing! You surely appreciated both things!
Still… Keigo wasn’t perfect. He still had moments where he’d just shut you up in a different way, rather than communicating. Because, if there was one thing that could make you quiet- it was your lust for Keigo.
You smiled at Keigo, tilting your head to the side and patting his shoulder. “Okay?” You meekly said, voice slightly embarrassed by bringing it up.
Unfortunately. This was one of those moments.
Kiego felt his eye twitch before his hand left your thigh and grabbed your cheeks. Bringing you close to his face and giving you a sadistic smile, his eyes dilated and wide. Trained on you.
Your eyes were wide, open and darting all over him. Your face is heated up and confused. Then, without second thought he was forcing you into a kiss. You tensed, letting out a small squeak. Fingers flexing as you jumped, trying to pull back only to meet his other hand pressed to the back of your neck.
Hawks noticed, smiling into the kiss and tilting his head. Keeping his golden eyes open and trained on you, watching the way your shoulders slowly dropped. He just forced you into a deeper kiss. His eyebrows knitting together, eyes sharpening. Watching your every move.
You gasped, giving Keigo the advantage of inside your mouth. He pushed forward, forcing you back. Swirling his tongue around yours, the small metal bead inside cooling your tongue. Soon enough, your eyebrows knit together, your lashes fluttering closed. Moaning as his hand went into your hair.
You tilted your head to the side, feeling your body melt into his. Your hands tensed then relaxed reaching for his shirt. Trying to stabilize yourself. A small moan of satisfaction leaving your occupied lips, “Mhm.”
Keigo smiled, closing his eyes and enjoying the kiss himself. Feeling as you slowly started to become desperate. Yet, Keigo didn’t give in. He kept the kiss to his pace. Slow and hot. Tongue following yours teasingly.
He pulled away, a small string of saliva snapping as he did so. Keigo gave you a charming smile, taking his hand off you and leaving the other on your neck. Slowly sliding it to your cheek as you tried catching your breath. He tilted his head up, looking down at you with a cocky smile. Then, slapping your cheek gently before speaking. “There you go! Good for you to loosen up.” He reached for the car handle, but felt you grab his wrist.
“Kei, I’m being serious here.” You leaned over the center conceal, tilting your head and smiling at him innocently. That smile that Keigo loves all too much. “Don’t make me feel like a dummy.” You scrunched your nose cutely, then let go of his hand. Pressing a strand of hair behind your ear.
Keigo swallowed, blinking at you and fixing his sleeve. Feeling his character slip for a second, because he knew- you were being dead serious. He tried covering up with a nod and charming smile, but you were already looking away from him. Looking outside the window and waiting for him to open the door for you.
Keigo nodded his head, pushing the door open and walking to your side of the car. Opening the door and standing in front of you. Giving you some privacy once exiting the vehicle. He didn’t want you flashing your panties at random horny boys.
You slid out of the car, cautious of your skirt. (Which wasn’t even covering anything, to be honest.) Then grabbing onto Keigo, giving him a sweet smile and letting him assist you on getting out of the vehicle. He shut the door, looking at you and smiling.
A fake smile, but a smile nonetheless.
It took him a moment, but he finally did muster the courage to speak. “I’ve always wanted to do something like this.”
You looked at him, tilting your head. Eyes shiny and squinted at him accusingly. “Do what?” You pressed.
He smiled at you. Pulling you in by your waist. Having you pressed directly to his side. Keigo was bent down slightly, so he could press his cheek to yours. “I’ve always wanted to have a little puppy by my side while I sell candy.”
You blinked at him innocently, slowly nodding your head. Looking forward and pressing your lips together. You learned to accept Keigo was a drug dealer. However, you couldn’t help but feel out of place when he spoke or sold them. Talking about carts or amounts. You could never wrap your head around it. Nevertheless, Keigo still loved to have you around when he sold them.
Hawks always loved the idea about having his little play thing with him while he sold stuff. Showing off another thing people wanted yet, couldn’t have. Yet, he never did.
Wait, let me correct myself.
Hawks had never found anyone to do it with. It was always a matter of no one met up to his standards. Every girl he even considered, has always been at least used somehow. Whether that be because someone’s slept or dated her. He didn’t want that.
He wanted someone innocent and untouched. Someone no one knew or heard. Someone no one had. Something just for him and him alone. Something for him to show and tell, like a little trophy. A cute, slutty, trophy of course!
And then, there you were.
A pretty little thing made just for him.
Of course, you fit his expectations perfectly. You had a few imperfections, like constantly bickering at him. But, Hawks still adored you. Far more than he’d like to admit. Even if you were up his ass about his actions and women.
Still, he loved you.
But, that didn’t matter right now. What did, was selling all the candy on him. And, he really needed to do that.
❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀❀ꕥ❀𖧷❀𖧷𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷𖧷❀𖧷
Hawks was… irritated, to say the least.
The loud music, random people, most of all- Victoria. Hawks couldn’t stand her around friends, let alone around you. Victoria did everything in her power to jab at you. Considering how hung up she was about Hawks.
And, it was proving to be difficult when you didn’t even know what she was doing was supposed to be bad. How she was purposfully trying to get under your skin for fucking the man she wanted.
For example;
Trying to give you alcohol, making fun of you when you refused, recalling her and Hawks sexy affairs, calling you adorable, (in a degrading manner) speaking to you in a baby tone, and asking if you’ve done drugs. Then, making fun of you when you said you weren’t much of a fan of them.
All of which happened in close to an hour.
Yet, none of it was getting to you. You just had an adorable smile while you happily spoke to her. Making her look like an idiot and asshole. While everyone was absolutely adoring you with every breath you took.
Maybe that was adding to Hawks’ irritation. The fact that you were getting way more attention than he was. With every word and movement you made. Somehow everyone’s eyes were trained on you. Hanging onto every word you were saying.
The way a crowd of people were listening to every word that left your mouth. Small giggled and “Yeah! I’m a student here!”! While you took sips of your pink lemonade.
Actually, that part didn’t bother Hawks all that much. What did..
Was men openly talking about how they would fuck you. Trying to get your number or socials. Worst of all, they did it directly in front of Hawks. Like, they were trying to bother him. Actually, they were trying to bother him.
Of course, you’re an Angel. Quite oblivious to the situation and refusing all their advances and repeating like a broken record- ‘I’m currently in a relationship with Keigo!’ With a cute and innocent smile.
Yet, he couldn’t help but notice the way you hesitated to say that everytime it was needed. How you would press a strand of hair out of your face to better view the men in front of you. Face heating up with every word and praise shot at you.
Now that was bothering Hawks.
Yet, none of that could compare -or justify- to what Victoria was doing now. Because, for once- she was actually getting on your nerves. She was propped on Hawks’ lap, one leg crossed over the other as she had her head turned to Hawks. Trying to smile cutely.
Which couldn’t compare to your smile.
Her eyes were fixated on his gold chain. A manicured hand coming close and playing with it. Her other one grabbing onto Hawks’ arm, trying to keep herself stabilized and close.
Victoria’s eyes would wonder to you every now and then. Only to see you on your phone smiling innocently or talking to another person with admiration written on your face. You were like a cute puppy.
One that couldn’t be touched or bothered.
Which was annoying her. Well, that wasn’t the only thing annoying her.
Hawks was too.
Hawks just kept his head to the side, his eyes trained on a random cabinet. Which seemed to be stained with some bleach. Or just whoever painted it did a terrible job. Thankfully it wasn’t his house so he didn’t have to look at it forever. Just until this slut got off of him.
The worst part was…
“Keigo?” You kindly asked, keeping your eyes trained ahead of you. Despite there being nothing there. “A-are you going to do something?..” Your voice was so sweet compared to the intent of it. You were obviously embarrassed. Taking a small sip of the strawberry lemonade in your red solo cup. Not bothered to pass him a glance as he spoke.
Keigo felt a jab in his heart.
You had to sit right next to him while Victoria was on him. Now, Keigo would shove Victoria off him, he really would. Hell, Keigo would do anything you asked- but…
He absolutely loved the attention. He loved the attention women gave him. Of course, the only person Keigo actually wanted was- you. However, he still enjoyed the time women gave him. Even if he didn’t treat them kindly.
You knew this. You knew Victoria was trying to bother you. (You had a small grasp of it after a long conversation about women's tricks with Rumi. Even if you still didn’t really get it.) And, you were determined to not let it bother you. A determined expression written on your face. You did steal the man she wanted after all.
Yet, despite this, you couldn’t help but give him the side eye. Piercing right into his whole being.
He shivered.
You looked forward again, feeling a small pain in your chest by seeing this girl on top of your boyfriend. The way he was so casual about it, not caring to do anything.
You bit your bottom lip, stopping it from quivering and feeling your eyes water. You put your elbow on your leg, resting your face in the palm of your hand. Trying to discreetly blink rapidly as you looked away from your boyfriend. You ended up closing your eyes and breathing deeply.
You didn’t even want to be here.
You forced a smile and stood up, leaving your cup on the ground and dusting your outfit off. You looked at him smiling, clasping your hands together and saying, “I’m getting an Uber.” And with that, you were walking away. Trying to make yourself smaller as you walked through the crowd of people.
Hawks rolled his eyes, groaning softly. He grabbed his drink and took a final swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, trying to see where you went off to. Tilting his head to the side, trying to see if that would help his frame of vision.
“You know.” Victoria started, making Hawks’ golden eyes snap to her. “You could just forget she existed for a night.” She leaned closer, grabbing his face and bringing it to hers. “I know how up-tight girls can be, so- if you were ever with me. I’d let you do whatever you want.” She smiled, “I’d let you fuck whoever you want.”
Hawks smiled, leaning in even closer. “Get off of me.”
She smiled, biting her bottom lip and feeling her eyes get heavy. “Make me.”
His eyebrows shot up, a small laugh leaving his lips. Before he grabbed her face, turning it to the side and giving a taunting kiss on her cheek. He smiled, “I promise you Victoria, you will never be good enough to date me.” And with that, he stood up, letting Victoria drop to the floor and waking after you. Waving goodbye and chuckling at the sight.
Like he’d ever leave you for a slut like that.
Hawks walked in your direction, trying to see where you went. Maybe, you already left the house. Yet, it was too soon for an Uber to be here yet. So, you either had to be waiting outside or inside. Obviously.
Hawks grabbed a random girl, smiling at her and asking- “Hey, have you seen my girlfriend?” She blinked at him, a small blush coming over her features before nodding her head.
“The girl that was sitting on your lap?”
Damn, that was a slap to the face.
“No.”
“The girl you were sitting next to?”
He grimaced, nodding his head. “Mhm.”
She pulled back, tilting her head to the stairs. Pointing to it, “I think she's in the restroom or bedroom?..” She bit her lip, “I’m not entirely sure though.”
He nodded, saying a small thank you and moving up the stairs. His eyes peering at every door.
You sighed, leaning back on the soft bed. Waiting for the Uber app to notify you that your ride was here. Which shouldn’t take too long. Luckily the person actually was coming to this party for another person who ended up canceling. Which was convenient. Actually, the person said that even if you canceled he’s sure another person would request his services.
Nevertheless, you were still somewhat bored. Playing a random game on your phone while you kicked your feet back and forth.
“Y/n.”
You looked over your shoulder, then forward again. Continuing the game on your phone, hearing the door click shut. Then clicking again, Kiego locked the door.
You squinted your eyes, hurt. Forcing out words as you tried not to cry.“Honey, I hope you know I’m not going back out until my rides here.”
He nodded, walking the bed and laying down on it with you. Watching as you played this stupid game. “I know.”
You gave him the side eye, wanting to stay quiet but ended up speaking anyway. “So, why are you here?” You softly asked, hating how rude your question was despite your tone. You hated being mad at Keigo.
He tilted his head, giving you a kind smile. A fake one, but a kind one. “Can’t I be around my beautiful girlfriend?”
You cutely huffed and looked back at your phone, pausing the game and opening the Uber app. Trying to see how much longer until your ride was here. You sighed when you saw you still had at least twenty more minutes.
“Can you give me some space..” you quietly started. “I don't wanna’.. do anything- sexual.” You whispered, going through your phone settings. Which seemed to be so interesting for the time being.
“You want me to leave?” Keigo asked nonchalantly. Yet, you couldn’t help but notice how his eyebrows were scrunched slightly. Like, he was hurt.
You pressed your lips together, chewing on your bottom lip comfortingly. You slowly inhaled, “No but,” you stopped, trying to think of your words before speaking again. “I know what you’re going to do.” You said.
Keigo put his hand to your hair, rubbing your head. He scooted closer to you, forcing your noses to touch your screen. Softly asking you, “What am I going to do?”
You didn’t say anything, just put your phone down. Looking at him with glossy eyes. God, and he was the reason. You sighed and stuffed your face into a pillow. Mumbling a small, ‘You always do this.’ Trying to hide the tears and emotions you were feeling.
Despite the small guilt he felt in his stomach, Keigo smiled and put a hand to the lower part of your back, massaging it lightly. Trying to comfort you. Even if he wasn’t the best at doing it.
“You apologize like you mean it,” you started, tilting your head up slightly. “Say you love me, how it hurts you to hurt me, and how you don’t mean it.” You pressed your lips together slightly, suppressing the whimpers wanting to escape your throat. “Then you go off and do it all over again. Like,” You shakily inhaled, “Like, I just don’t matter.”
You rapidly blinked your eyes, “Do I not matter enough? Am I not that..” Your lip quivered, “..important?..”
“Y/n, you know it’s not like that.” He started, moving his hand up slightly. “You’re the only person who-“
You laughed lightly, making him pause. You sighed dreamily, enjoying the sensation Keigo was giving you and continuing. “I know why you do this.” You softly said, turning your head so you could see Keigo. “All of our talks or arguments, how you always kiss me when you don’t want to talk.” Your eyes were on him, making him feel small. “How each argument ends the same..” You sighed, letting your eyes wander away.
“I know you do it just because you gain something in the end.” You closed your eyes, feeling them water. Biting your bottom lip to try and suppress the tears from falling. Your throat feels tense because of how it’s closing. However, you still forced your next words out. Despite how much they hurt, “I-I know you’re using me.”
You stayed like that, eyes shut while the tears you were suppressing fell down your face. Making you feel embarrassed. You couldn’t even express how you felt without crying.
So much for trying to make it seem like it didn’t bother you.
It worried you that Keigo didn’t say anything. How his hand stilled and completely left your body after a while. The only sound in the room was the muffled sound of trashy music from downstairs. Honestly, it gave you some form of nostalgia.
Like, the first time you and Keigo were in a room alone.
After a while you decided to slowly opened your eyes. Slightly worried he might’ve left, due to his choice of silence.
Yet, you didn’t. Expect what was the actual reason.
For once, you saw Keigo. The real side of him. The side he hid away from everyone. The side he hid away from you.
His eyes were wide and glossy, his lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something. Yet, he couldn’t find the energy to do it. He ended up closing his mouth, giving a soft heart warming smile and putting his hand on your cheek. His thumb rubbing it soothingly.
“Y/n.” He softly started, wiping your tears away. Something he only really did when the two of you were engaging in indecent acts. So, to say this reaction was surprising was an understatement. “Ask me how many people I’ve dated in college.” He paused, thinking for a moment. “And highschool.” He said, waiting for your words.
When they didn’t come he just gave you a reassuring smile. “Go on, this isn’t a trick question.” He reassured, biting back a laugh. And despite you not wanting to- it made you smile.
“How many?..” You whispered, bring your hand to play with his bangs. Seeing the way he melted into your hand. Which made you hyper aware of how he was acting.
He slowly inhaled, “I haven’t dated anyone before you.” He softly uttered, “You’re the only girl I’ve ever..” He paused, trying to think of the right words. “Wanted to myself.” He grabbed you quickly, bringing you into a hug. “Call me selfish, sure.” He laughed, “And yeah, I’m not always the best boyfriend with the best intentions.” He smiled, “And sometimes I see some beautiful women and can’t help but-“
“You’re losing me Keigo, Honey.” You remarked.
He softly laughed, placing his face into your hair. Making you playfully roll your eyes. “I’m just trying to be honest here, Y/n.” He remarked, making you try to push him away but he just kept you into his arms. Your face pressed into his chest. “Y/n, at the end of the day I know, you’re the only one I want.” He kissed your hair, smelling your sweet perfume. Something that made him feel safe and comforted.
“You’re the only right thing in my life.”
You felt your eyes widen, surprised by his words. For the jerk Keigo was, you could confidently say- you didn’t expect him to ever say anything like that. He couldn’t even hold your hand in public without expressing how ‘affectionate’ it was. Now, Keigo was expressing his love for you?
Where did the Hawks you know go?
You pulled back to look at him, feeling your tears stop. “Really?” You asked innocently, your eyes wide and glossy. Desperation and hope littered in your voice.
He just smiled at you. A real smile where his dimples were prominent and the corner of his eyes wrinkled. Keigo nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Yes, really.”
You looked down, smiling to yourself. “Alright, I-I trust you.” You placed your hands in his jacket, hugging him. Hearing his heart beat in his chest. Humming once you felt his hands hug you back. Engulfing you into a nice warm hug.
“Y/n?”
You took a moment to look at him, enjoying the sweet act between the two of you. Then, finally tilting your head up at him and smiling. You could feel his heart speed up slightly.
“Mhm.”
“Nothing,” He brushed a piece of hair out of your face. “Just wanted to see your face.”
He just brought his head closer to yours, making you instinctively close your eyes. Waiting for him to kiss you. Except, it never happened. You slowly opened your eyes, your face burning with embarrassment.
“Why would you-“
“Can I kiss you?” He said, making you seize your words. Your eyes widened, blinking at him dumbfounded. “You’re really pretty and- I just really want to kiss you.”
You parted your lips, smiling. “Who are you and what did you do with my Keigo?” You felt your eyes flutter as his hands landed on your cheeks, cupping your face and bringing you close to his face.
“Y/n, please. Can I kiss you?” You felt the lower half of your stomach turn. His breathy and almost whiny tone hitting a part of your brain you didn’t know existed. Seeing the way his face was dusted in red. The tips of his ears are burning in the same color.
You felt a shiver move down your back as you but your lip, nodding your head. “Yes, mystery man. Please kiss me.” You thickly swallowed, feeling him press his lips to yours. Feeling his hands continue to caress your face, his lips moving in perfect syinc with yours.
You don’t know if you were dazed or losing your mind but, you could’ve sworn you heard Keigo moan. A soft and whiny moan. One of desperation and accomplishment. Like, he had never kissed you before. His lips moved quickly against yours, tasting the sweet drink on your lips. Contrasting perfectly against the bitter alcohol he was drinking not too long ago.
He pulled back, eyes fluttering with a dreamy feel. A soft content sigh leaving his lips. He had a goofy smile, “Have I ever told you how good you taste?” He pressed a quick kiss to yours lips, “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
You smiled, feeling your skin heat up. “Stop, Kei.”
His eyebrows shot up, “Kei?” He softly questioned, putting his hands to your waist and pulling you closer to him. “That’s new?” You rolled your eyes playfully, running your hands over his face softly.
“What? Can’t a guy just tell his girlfriend how much he lov-“
His eyes widened.
So did yours.
Once again, the room fell silent. The only thing to be heard with the muffled music from down stairs. Your cheeks burning as you thickly swallowed, trying to supress the smile on your lips. Unfortunately, you were failing miserably. “You love me?”
“Y/n, don’t.”
“Is that what you were going to say? That you love me?”
Now Kiego’s cheeks were burning.
“I- ignore me.”
You shook your head quickly. “I could never ignore you.” You pressed your lips to his, slowly moving your lips. “I love you too.” You softly stated.
He suppressed a smile, mumbling a small and pathetic, ‘I love you’ back. Then continuing to slowly make out with you. Swirling his tongue around yours as he softly groaned. Enjoying the way you ran your hands through his hair.
“God, you’re-“ He said in between kisses, “you’re incredible.”
You shook your head, continuing to kiss him. Softly moaning into the kiss.
For some reason -no reason in particular- Keigo couldn't stop thinking about you. The way you laughed or cried. How you moaned or whimpered. Gripping onto his body with your arms or legs. It made him insane.
All the could shoot through his head was the word-
Mine,
You were all his. His to do whatever he pleased. If he wanted you to leave, you would. If he wanted you to cry, you would. If he wanted you to cum over his cock, you would. If he wanted to fuck you infront of his friends, he would.
Because you were his.
Sure, Keigo knew it wasn’t healthy. He’s never been so attached to a person. He thought he was broken at first. In some weird childish way.
So, he tried fixing it. Of course, it wasn’t the best thing he could’ve done. It was the reason behind many of your arguments. Keigo trying to figure out if he was broken or not. Which, happen to include speaking to different women, playing with their hair, caressing their face, and or talking to them in an enticing tone.
Don’t worry, Keigo’s never fucked any of these women. Which actually could have worsened it. He didn’t fuck any of these women… because he didn’t want to. He never found himself wanting to.
He always found himself thinking back to you. Wondering what you were doing or thinking. Was he obsessed with you? Was that healthy?
To the point where he couldn’t even imagine himself fucking somone else. It grossed him out. Hell, even porn grossed him out. He could get off to a picture of you smiling with friends. Which was-… weird..
So, all those arguments about him talking to other women or flirting with them? Yeah, just him making sure he wasn’t broken. I mean, he still thinks he is. Only finding you attractive. Yet, he felt everything clear up once he saw you walk away earlier today.
The way you tried to pretend like Victoria didn’t bother you. The way she was so close to him. Playing with his hair and white t-shirt. Getting closer than necessary to tell him something. Giving you the side eye everytime Keigo just let Victoria do whatever.
Yet, seeing you walk away with your eyes glassy. That cleared everything up for him.
Keigo wasn’t broken, he was in love. And also obsessed.
With you and only you. It was unhealthy. Keigo knew this.
He knew it wasn’t a good combo.
But, you didn’t need to know that.
You smiled against his lips, giving a final kiss and pulling away. Giving him a knowing look, “What’s up with this whole-“ you gestured your hand over Keigo playfully, “attitude change, what did you do with my beloved Hawks go?”
Keigo raised his eyebrows, his iconic cocky smile coming over his lips. Sharp canines flashing at you. “Dove, he’s right here.” He said, grabbing the back of your head and gripping onto your hair. “And he’s dying to get a taste of your lips.”
You raised an eyebrow, feeling his hand snake down from your head. “I mean, aren't you doing that already?”
His eyes sharpened, golden eyes darkening. His attention trained on you and only you. “Oh no, your other lips.” He had a cocky smile, making your thighs come together instictly. And from his lewd comment.
You pouted slightly, turning your head to the side playfully. “I think I liked the other guy who was begging me to kiss him.” You softly said, fluttering your lashes at him. Making him melt into you.
Keigo kissed your nose, “Y/n, I promise you you’ll get to see him again but..” he trailed off, running his hands down your body. Landing them at the small of your waist.
You tilted your head curiously, “but?…” you questioned.
You could see the way his eyes dilated. “Please, let me eat you out.” He said, his tone slightly more whiny than normal. He sat up, grabbing the back of your neck and lifting you up with him. “Actually, I am going to eat you out.” He slowly said, “For however long I want, and you’re just going to spread your legs and take it.”
You felt your pussy grow with desire, desperate to have him closer to you. Your eyes are growing lidded. You bit your lip, meekly nodding. Following him up.
He slid off the bed, placing one foot to the ground and keeping his knee off the bed. Keigo pushed a piece of hair out of your face, leaning close. Your noses are practically touching. “Because, at the end of the day..” He said, a kind smile on his lips. “You’re mine. Mine to look at, mine to touch, mine to kiss, and most importantly mine to fuck.” He slowly got off the bed, watching as your eyes followed his body.
Burning with desire and need.
He laughed, watching as your body naturally followed him. Sitting at the edge of the bed and pressing your legs together. Looking at him with innocent eyes. Eyes he loved to corrupt.
God, he was obsessed with your eyes. The way your pupils were blown wide. Small breathy moans leaving your lips as you were eager to know what he was going to do next. Your back is arching in his direction.
He took off his jacket, placing it on the bed and kneeling to the ground. Parting your legs slightly. Just enough so he could be in between them comfortably, looking up at you with his golden eyes. Then resting his head on your thigh, stealing a look at your panties.
“You know,” He started, “I love your voice.” He said softly, taking his left hand and trailing if on your thigh. His fingers are light and soothing.
You swallowed, nodding your head. Feeling slightly embarrassed. “I like your voice too.” You meekly said, still not entirely used to Keigo’s compliments. Your eyes are turning away.
He smiled at you knowingly. “I know, everytime we fuck I can feel you tighten around me when I call you a slut-“ eyes directly looking at yours. “My slut.” You could admit, when Keigo had a cocky smile and dimples decorating his face. You could feel your knees give in. You thickly swallowed, feeling your pussy flutter.
He kissed your thigh, running his nose softly against your skin with each kiss. Lightly peppered closer and closer to the place you wanted you most. He felt his mind swirl with desire, growing full with the thought of you and only you. How you would grip onto the sheets and beg for his tongue. Breathy moans leaving your glossy mouth every time he sucked on your clit.
He wished he had a vibrator. He would make you cry if he had one of those.
His pupils were blown wide. His cock strained against his pants as he slowly inhaled. Smelling your essence. Wanting to stroke his cock by the mere sight of you. He could get off by looking at you alone. He pressed his lips to the cotton of your panties, giving a hard lick with his tongue.
He smiled against you, seeing as you jolted. “You always smell so good.” He softly said, “You always taste even better.” He moved his hand to palm his cock, stifling a groan. Trying to relive some built up…
Watching as you slowly lowered your body to the bed. Trying to get comfortable. Closing your eyes and keeping your focus on Keigo. The way he felt, smelt, everything to a nine.
Which made him continue, pulling your panties down a line of slick snap. He smiled and returned to your pussy, blowing on it. Making you jolt up. Not ready for the sudden temperature change.
You pouted, pressing your knees together. Opening your eyes and saying, “Can you..”
Keigo slapped your thigh, shushing you. “Wait, Honey.” He kissed where he slapped, suppressing a laugh as you whimpered. “All good things come to those who wait.”
You softly sighed, leaning back on the bed and trying to get comfortable again. Letting your knees fall open so Keigo could be more comfortable. He kissed your clit, then slowly licked your slit as a thank you. Enjoying the way your legs twitch in each other's direction. Naturally wanting to close shut.
You thickly swallowed and let out a soft moan. Feeling the way you tried shutting your legs. Of course, you slowly relaxed again. Closing your eyes. Letting your hands wander to his hair.
Keigo groaned at the sensation, leaning into you. Reaching for his belt and then unbuttoning his pants. Feeling the restriction on his cock loosen. Trying to help the hard on from not being so uncomfortable.
Could he get off? Would you let him?
Would you let him fist his cock as he ate you out? Because he really wanted to do that. Cum when you didn’t get to. Pulling his mouth away from your cunt to mess with you.
He’d much rather fuck you.
Yet, at the same time- he really just wanted to make you feel good. Only you. He closed his eyes, softly moaning into your cunt. Placing his lips on your clit and softly sucking. Rubbing the palm of his hand on the tip of his dick. Holding his breath.
His tongue swirled around your clit then entered you. His eyes rolling to the back of his head due to your taste. His free hand rubbing his cock from the outside of his underwear.
You let out a small ‘hmp!’ Feeling his thick tongue slowly split you apart. His nose nuzzling against your clit perfectly. Kiego put his hands on your thighs, continuing to make out with your cunt. Taking his left hand and placing his middle and index finger in between his face. Making a ‘v’ shape and pulling your lips apart. Allowing his tongue to go deeper inside you.
You laid on the bed, feeling tears brim your eyes. Biting onto your bottom lip as you tried suppressing the broken moans and whimpers threatening to leave your lips. Clinging onto a white pillow while your eyes rolled back. Feeling a buzz come over your clit every time Keigo sucked in it.
His tongue leaving and entering. Leaving you a twitching mess. You felt your clit burn with pleasure, it shooting through your body as it became too much. Your toes curling as you arched your back. Legs trying to squish together but Keigo’s big hands pushing them apart.
Making you take every piece of pleasure he was giving you. Even if it was too much.
His tongue swirling inside of you while hot tears fell from your face. Your moans are muffled by your hand over your mouth. Keigo wasn’t a big fan, but decided it’d be better considering he didn’t want to think with his cock just yet.
Still, he took his right hand off your thigh. Pushing his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles. taking the other one and pushing his fingers inside you. Running his tongue in the new motion. His golden and darkened eyes watching the way your body violently jolted. Your toes curling as he smiled against you. Like this, you were just open. Couldn’t do anything but take his tongue deep in you.
Keigo didn’t know why he liked eating you out so much, but he did.
There was a first time for everything.
He liked how it sort of took away from him. Caused a build of denial to his own body. Something that made him so much more anxious and eager. Suddenly trying to cut corners or take away from himself. He didn’t know if it was a way to punish himself for everything he’s done while giving to you, but in the end- he always loved the build up.
Loved the way he got so desperate he humped the bed or the air. Desperate to please himself. Slightly whining into your cunt becuase he wanted to fuck you so bad. And you just felt so fucking good. Even if you weren’t sucking his cock.
You deeply groaned, tilting your head back and feeling your body tense. Your legs shaking as you felt yourself getting closer to your finish. Keigo’s eyes glancing at the way you jolted, feeling you tighten around him. Making him stifle a groan.
You whimpered, forcing soft words out of your mouth. “Kei’ I’m gonna, I feel…” You tilted your head back, “I’m..”
“I know,” he said, spreading your open again. Forcing his tongue on your hole before returning his mouth on your clit. Sucking it while letting his fingers do the work. “Just, relax.”
You twitched, leaning back into the bed and going limp. Feeling your mind blank from the pleasure and then squirting. Your breath stilling as your eyes rolled back, tears falling down your cheeks. Your hands gripping onto his hair, making him groan.
Keigo felt his eyes flutter shut, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. His body shutting down as he did his best collecting everything you gave him. It felt so good. Moaning as you tugged onto his hair and brought him closer to your cunt. His eyes rolling back and tearing up. It felt so fucking good.
That’s when Keigo paused. No, he froze. His eyes shooting open and dilating to small pupils.
You noticed, immediately pulling your body up and looking at him. Your eyebrows knit together showing your concern. Keigo looked… horrified. Did you do something bad?
You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, tears brimming your eyes as you said a meek and concerned- “w-what’s wrong?..”
Keigo’s eyes met yours. Only for a second.
Then, pulling away. Kissing your ankle and grabbing your panties, slowly dragging them over your legs. Covering you up and giving a playful -but slightly hard- slap to your pussy. Making your yelp in surprise and sensitivity.
Suddenly your tears were falling. Why the hell did he give you that look?
Yet, it all made sense from the words that left his mouth.
“Honey, I just came into my pants.”
The tears stopped. They were still falling down your face but they stopped.
“What?”
He smiled, laughing loudly. “Honey, I just fucking jizzed my pants from eating you out.”
You let out a small noise. Something you didn’t know how to describe. Amusement, bewilderment, flattery, maybe even shock? Something along those lines before you were giggling.
It was Kiego’s turn to be embarrassed.
He put his hand on your face, harshly shoving you as you continued to laugh.
“What?” You could hear how embarrassed he sounded. It was so out of character for him.
It was cute.
You moved in, hugging him from behind. Placing your head on his shoulder as he turned the other way. Allowing you access to kissing his neck. You giggled against his skin, feeling the way he shuttered. “Nothing, Honey.” You softly said, your voice was so sweet making him look back at you.
Nothing in the world would have prepared him for the next thing you were going to say.
“It’s actually really..” You looked away, skin heating up, “..hot.”
He could feel his dick getting hard again.
You didn’t notice, or just decided not to.
“Hey, Keigo?”
“Yeah?”
You smiled and kissed him. “Uhm, I’m kinda craving strawberries and cream.” You glanced down, letting your hands wander over his body. Slightly embarrassed by the words leaving your mouth. “Think you can give me both?..”
Oh, you were going to get so fucked.
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You laughed, running a hand through your messy hair and then clinging onto Keigo. Messily stepping over your feet to your house. Allowing him to laugh with you and press a kiss to your lips. You giggled fondly and handed him your keys.
He laughed back and opened the door. Hushing you loudly as you walked inside the house. Clearly out of it. You just giggled, shouting a very loud and happy- ‘Rumi!”
Kiego forced a smile, feeling his body freeze.
Oh fuck.
He needed to leave. Like, right now. Either that or Rumi would fucking kill him. And, he didn’t really want to deal with that. Although, a part of him did want to stay and mess with his little sister. It’s what big brothers did after all.
He ended up choosing against it. He was too tired.
Keigo turned on his heel, heading to the door but- unfortunately, Rumi was already behind him. Arms crossed over her chest as she stared daggers at him. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under.
How the fuck did she even get there?
He just smiled at her, extending his arms like he wanted a hug.
“Sis!” He cheerfully said, “Long time no see! How've you been?”
“It’s 3 am.” She slowly started off, walking towards him. Making him take a step back. He kept smiling cockily, looking down at her. “Where the fuck have you been with Y/n?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know, a party?” He said nonchalantly. Checking his watch, and looking at the time. He totally lost track of that. “Somewhere away from you.”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I doubt Y/n see’s it like that.” She smiled fondly, almost cockily. “I mean, I am the woman she comes home to everyday. Aren't I?”
“Yeah, but you’re not the once she begs to fuck everyday.” He quickly spat back, feeling venom and annoyance bubbling inside him. God, he wished he could shut Rumi up.
Rumi glared at him. Before her eyes drifted to the side.
You popped out of the kitchen, random chip bag in hand as you beamed- “Dude,” You blinked once, and looked at the bag in your hand. “These potato chips are so fucking good.”
Keigo didn’t even need to glance back at you. “Honey, those are gummy bears.”
You tossed a gummy bear at him, which completely missed him.
“No,” You slowly said, slowly bringing the bag of gummy bears in front of your face. “Pretty sure these are potato chips.”
Keigo chuckled but quickly covered it with a cough once he saw Rumi. He looked to the side, putting his hands in his pockets. “We were just out having fun.” He said. Slightly bothered by his sister’s inability to loosen up.
Your eyes locked on Rumi. Running to her and capturing her in your arms. You giggled, nodding your head and pressing your head into her neck. Rumi always smelled amazing. Something sweet and rich, almost like a sweet vanilla. You always thought her scent perfectly matched her hair.
You pulled back, smiling at her.
Rumi shook her head at Hawks. “So you fucking drugged her to do that?!” Rumi practically yelled. Hands moving to your arms as she tugged you into her chest. Engulfing you in another hug. You ended up face planted in her tits. You tensed for a second before immediately relaxing.
Hawks rolled his eyes at that. Secretly watching the way you melted into Rumi. That annoyed him even more. Maybe even made him a bit jealous of Rumi. He wanted you in his arms.
Everytime Hawks dropped you off, Rumi always had shit to say. He could never just drop you off. There was always a big fight about it.
“Look sis.” He said, tilted his head to the side.
“Don’t fucking call me that.”
He raised an eyebrow, raising his hands defensively.
Believe it or not, Hawks hated speaking with Rumi just as much as he loved it. He loved getting under her skin. It slightly eased the tension. It slightly eased his annoyance. Only slightly.
But right now, he was just really annoyed.
“She asked me!” He grit, “She’s old enough to think for her fucking self, Rumi!” He yelled, hands raising. “She’s not a kid who needs to be told what to do.” His teeth were grit, his eyebrows furrowed together.
You laughed, looking at Rumi and nodding. Pressing your finger against her nose, letting out a small ‘boop.’ A little oblivious to the conversation happening. You were just happy to be there.
And you just wanted to sleep.
Rumi huffed, looking at your frame. Completely ignoring what he said, “Where the hell are her clothes?!”
Hawks sighed, running his hand over his face. Whispering a small, ‘Fuck me.’ Rumi was so controlling. And, the worst part was, she probably didn’t even know it.
“She’s wearing them.” He said slowly. His eyes moving up and down your body. It was something he couldn’t help but doing once the topic was brought up.
“She’s practically wearing a bra and panties! This skirt isn’t covering anything.” Rumi grabbed your face, smiling at you. “Doll, go upstairs. We can watch Star Wars.”
Your eyes lit up. A big smile coming over your red stained lips as you straightened out. Pulling down your skirt and fixing the strap on your shoulder. Pushing a strand of hair away from your face and saying a sweet. “Okay!” Before walking up stairs, waving a good-bye to Keigo.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at your clumsiness. Tripping on one of the steps. Glancing down to see if anyone saw you and giving a weak and embarrassed wave once you did.
Keigo smiled, before turning his attention back to his sister, glaring at her. “Could you not.” He said, scowling at her. “Be happy I even let her fucking live with you.” He seethed, “I’m not an idiot I know you’re probably fingering yourself to the thought of her.”
Rumi’s jaw dropped. “Really?” She said, “You wanna go there?” She said, a hand on his chest shoving him back. “I’m the one she comes home to, in the end I’m the one she’s going to choose.” Rumi smiled.
Hawks smiled back, “Right, that’s why I have her bouncing on my cock while you finger yourself in the next room.” He was rolling his eyes, “Don’t you think I don’t know that.” He took a step in front of her. “Sis.”
Rumi felt her eye twitch. “Hawks she’s only dating you ‘cause she wants to feel alive.” Rumi tilted her head up, “The moment that feeling disappears, the moment she truly wants a future, she’ll leave.” She pushed him out of her face, walking to the stairs and standing at the first step. “I’m pretty sure you’re not the man she wants to marry.” Rumi started to make her descend up the stairs, when Hawks spoke.
“I beg to differ.” He said.
Rumi let out a small amused laugh, glancing over her shoulder. “Don’t fool yourself, Brother.” She turned her body to him.
“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to be married to a worthless drug dealer.”
Hawks didn’t say anything. Just clenched his jaw, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Staring daggers at Rumi. Watching the way she so contently tried making her way up the stairs.
He felt something in him snap.
“Hey, Rumi?”
“What.”
“I’m going to fuck Y/n infront of Shigaraki and Dabi.” He said nonchalantly. “In fact, I’m going to send a video of me fucking her in front of Shigaraki and Dabi.” He said, not losing eye contact at any moment.
And, suddenly he got sick satisfaction from her reaction.
Rumi looked mortified.
He laughed, “What? Not into that?” He said, “I have a video of her sucking my dick if you’d rather have that.” He said, a sick proud smile on his face. Dimples prominent and taunting.
“You’re a sick fuck.”
He laughed, shrugging his shoulders and walking up the stairs slightly. Seeing as you were sitting in the loft, trying to find the Star Wars movies. He pushed Rumi back, enjoying the way she physically contorted from his touch.
He looked at you fondly. “Y/n?” He said, singing it out loudly enough for you to hear.
“What are you doing?..” Rumi slowly questioned, trying to compose herself. Trying not to throw up.
Hawks looked down at her, whispering- “Trying to get that video, that’s what.”
You turned to Keigo, blinking at him and nodding quickly. Letting out a sweet and innocent “Yes!” You said, way too enthusiastic than Rumi would’ve preferred. That made him almost feel bad for what filthy thoughts were rushing through his mind.
He said it anyway.
“You wanna sleep at my house tonight?”
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Hawks clenched his teeth, hands gripping your hip as he pulled you back into his cock. Pressing your face to the wall and forcing his hips into yours. Bullying his cock into your tiny hole. Teeth biting his bottom lip as you moaned out in bliss. Unaware of the whole ordeal he was setting up.
Unaware of what he was doing.
Now, to set up the situation, we have to go back a few hours. When the two of you just arrived at Kiego’s house;
Dabi was sitting on the couch, typing something on his phone. Most likely texting a random girl he hooked up with. Not bothering to look up while Shigaraki was watching a movie. Taking a moment to glance at the door, you, then back to the screen.
You tilted your head, looking at them. Trying to observe the two.
Dabi was wearing gray sweatpants with a white wife-beater tank top. His tattoo decorated body on full display for you to look at. His hair looked wet and messy, the roots being white while his hair being dyed black.
Shigaraki was wearing a random Queen shirt and black sweats. His hair tied up so it was out of his face. Pink Hello-Kitty lighter in hand while he lit the cigarette in his mouth. The pink flame made you giggle.
He tossed it to Dabi. Making him lighting up the cigarette in his hand. A similar -amusing- sight.
It had been awhile since you had seen -let alone spoken- to them. You did a polite wave and took off your shoes. Taking a small peak at what they were watching before Keigo grabbed your hand. Slowly leading you to his room.
You took this time to look at his house. It was neat, decorated nicely, smelled wonderful, (despite the actions Dabi and Shigaraki were doing) and most importantly- clean. How? You didn’t know.
Keigo pushed open his door and entered the room. Pulling you inside and flicking on the light.
Surprisingly, the room was really nice. (It also smelled just like Kiego.) It was neat and simple. A bed, TV, drawer, closet, and other simple things. The bed was decorated in dark sheets, pillows matching, and a cute and simple bird plush. It made you smile.
You plopped yourself on the bed. Reaching for the stuffed animal. Holding it in your hands and smiling. It had a long neck and was decorated in red feathers. A gold chain around his neck and some small boxers. You placed it back down on the comforter and looking at Keigo.
He smiled and opened up the drawers, pulling up a white shirt. Then throwing it next to you. More specifically at your face. He snorted, saying a small- ‘Change into that.’ He reached for another drawer, pulling out some shorts and tossing them at you. This time in your hands.
He stood up, shutting the drawer with his foot. “Meet me downstairs, I’ll be having a drink.” You nodded, and with that he left the room. Shutting the door quietly behind him.
You blinked and stared at the door for a while, before sighing and slipping off your shirt. Trying to glance at the underwear you were wearing.
Keigo sighed and walked into the living room, waving to his roommates and going to the fridge. Grabbing a random beer and popping it open. Taking a sip and looking at the TV screen.
Shigaraki gave him a look before returning his gaze to the TV. Trying not to stare for too long. He didn’t feel like speaking to anyone right now.
Unlike Dabi.
“Since when did you start bringing girls back to the house?” Dabi said, tilting his head back and peering at Hawks. Raising an eyebrow. Hawks noticed how his phone was no longer connected to his hand.
“Dabi, you already know the answer to this question.” He said, keeping his eyes on the screen. Not wanting to give Dabi the reaction he wanted.
Dabi let out an amused smile, laughing lightly and shrugging. “You're still with her?” He looked forward, taking a drag of his blunt. Letting out a puff of smoke and closing his eyes. “Damn, you’re a better man than me.” He raised the blunt, “Sucks to be stuck with one person but, whatever you want man.”
Hawks rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his beer. “Once you find the one, you don’t think like that.”
“Really?” Dabi said condensely. Suppressing the laugh building in his throat.
He nodded, “Yeah.” Hawks responded. He took another sip, feeling his pupils dilate. “She’s..” He shook his head, cutting himself off. Not wanting to spill his heart out to his very self-centered roomate.
“She’s what?” He asked, malice dusting his tone. He laughed condescendingly, “She’s different?” He mocked.
Hawks felt his body bubble with annoyance. His eye twitching as he clenched his teeth, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. He didn’t bother to check it. He scowled at Dabi, scoffing and forcing another sip of his beer. Trying to ignore the words rising in his throat, trying not to give into Dabi’s antics.
Before a realization hit him. It made him laugh.
An important thing to mention was Hawks’ ability to insagate. It was a hidden guilt of his.
So, that’s what he was going to do now.
Especially since he wanted to- send Rumi a special video.
Hawks tilted his head, giving an iconic smile. “Dabi, just say it.” He cooed mockingly. Letting his golden eyes follow him.
“Say what? Hawks?” Dabi said, pushing himself off the couch and walking to Hawks. Wanting to punch the cocky smile on Hawks’ face. “Tell me, what am I supposed to say?” He asserted.
Hawk took another sip, smiling at him.
“You’re jealous.”
Dabi rolled his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette before pressing it down on the marble counter. Giving a half laugh, half scoff.
Dabi licked his teeth, feeling himself scowl about to let Hawks have it when a hand pressed on his back. Making him flinch from the unexpected touch. It was cold yet.. small?
You poked your head to the side and looked at him smiling. “Dabi!” You said cheerfully, making him turn his attention to you. “It’s good to see you again!” You brightly said, hugging his side and pulling back and looking up at him. Allowing him to get a good look at you.
You were wearing a large white shirt. Obviously one that belonged to Hawks. His eyes drifted down, only to snap back up to your face.
That was the only thing you were wearing.
How the hell did Hawks let you wear something like that around other men? Around men like Dabi and Shigaraki.
You looked at him with a confused look, extending your hand and rolling it in his direction. Silently asking him to reply to your words.
Dabi forced a smile, “It’s good to see you too, Y/n.”
You kept your smile and nodded your head. Gripping onto your shirt and looking at the other blue haired male in the room. You waved at him, “Shigaraki.” You greeted in a similar fashion..
He raised his hand and acknowledged you silently. You smiled, walking to the couch and leaning on the frame. Watching the film playing. Making polite conversation with the sky haired male. Trying to be as polite as possible as he explained the premise of the movie.
Hawks tilted his head, peering at your cute pink panties. His eyes glanced at Dabi, seeing he was doing the same thing. Not as obviously, but still enough to notice. Hawks bit the inside of his cheek, annoyed that dabi was looking at you.
Dabi glanced at Hawks, seeing he was looking at him. Mouthing- ‘Jealous.’ Dabi threw the cigarette blunt at him. Shaking his head annoyed.
Hawks smiled, “So, you’re telling me you don’t think Y/n’s attractive?” He took a step in his direction, keeping his voice down. “You totally weren’t staring at her ass right now, right?” He questioned, keeping his smile. “You don’t want to fuck her,” Hawks’ golden eyes were now glaring at Dabi. “Right?” Hawks made sure to keep his voice down, not wanting to catch your attention.
Dabi didn’t say anything for a second before scoffing. “Hawks.” He started, “Y/n is a random girl who you’re smitten for.” You peered over your shoulder at the mention of your name. “She’s not hot shit. She’s just annoying and clingy.” He glanced at you then Hawks, shrugging his shoulders. “Not everyone wants to fuck her.”
Hawks smiled and lifted his beer to him, a mocking ‘cheers.’ Watching as Dabi walked off to his room. Passing you a glance and waving. By your hurt expression, he knew Dabi did it condescendingly.
Hawks looked at Shigaraki, “Would you?..” He trailed off, letting Shigiraki come to the conclusion of the rest of the sentence.
Shigaraki smiled, chuckling lightly. “Is that an offer?”
Hawks looked at you, seeing as you were still pouting at what Dabi said, you body faced in his tattooed roommate's direction before answering. “Somewhat.” He slowly remarked.
Shigaraki shrugged his shoulders, “Then, yeah.” He got up, walking to the backyard. Turning his head to Hawks, “But, I don’t think you’d let me.” He opened the sliding door and screen. “I’m going outside to finish this.” He held up his cigarette. “I need air.”
Hawks didn’t object, just shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention to his almost finished drink. It wasn’t even good, Dabi just bought it and he wanted to bother him. Which he did somewhat succeed at, in a different way no less. Yet, it didn’t feel as rewarding as he thought it would.
You pouted and nodded your head. Saying a soft, ‘Okay then.’ Looking back at the screen and hearing him close the sliding door. You took this opportunity to speak to your boyfriend.
“I..” You sighed softly, “I don’t think your friends like me.” You meekly muttered, slightly hurt by both of the interactions with Dabi and Shigaraki. More Dabi than Shigaraki. You looked at Keigo, keeping that hurt and bothered expression. “I’m sorry.”
He smiled at you, pushing you playfully and grabbing your hip. Then, pulling you to his side, pressing a kiss to your head. “Naw, don’t be.” He reassured, “Dabi’s a hard person to like.”
You looked to the side, feeling your eyes gloss over. “B-but, he said-“
Keigo laughed, “I know what he said.” He leaned down on the couch, silently offering a sip of his beer. To which you soundlessly declined, shaking your head and pushing the drink away softly. Scrunching your nose in disgust. Keigo laughed, “Believe it or not, Dabi’s not a good liar.” He placed the side of his head on yours. “He likes you way more than he lets on.”
You wiped the back of your hand on your face. Looking at him with wide and somewhat hopeful eyes. Smiling brightly, “Really?”
He nodded, letting out a small ‘mhm.’ He finished his drink, walking to the kitchen and tossing it in the trash can. “And, I promise.” He began, making you turn to look at him. Leaning your back on the couch and placing your leg over the other. Making your hip and thigh ratio insane.
Keigo couldn’t help but notice, “By tomorrow night, he’ll be all over you.”
Your eyes lit up, making his heart leap out of his chest. You jumped up quietly, your hands coming together as you tilted your head. “Really?! You think he’ll like me?” You were smiling innocently. Not realizing the extent of Keigo’s statement.
He wondered how the hell you were giving him the best head and could still smile -let alone look at him- like that. You were so oblivious.
It was weirdly cute. Scrap that, it was cute.
Keigo nodded his head, walking to you and grabbing your hands. Brining it to his lips and placing a small kiss on your knuckles. “Yeah, I think he’ll like you just like I do.”
Your shoulders came up, your eyes crinkling as you smiled thoughtlessly. Nodding your head eagerly and following him into his room. Explaining how you still wished to watch Star Wars. Or that new series Obi-Wan Kenobi. Even going as far to ask Keigo if Dabi liked Star Wars.
Keigo laughed, pushing open his door and shrugging. Allowing you inside in the room, and glancing to the door to the left of him. Seeing it was cracked open, lightly illuminated by a blue light. It was Dabi’s room.
Which was odd considering he always went out of his way to close and lock his door. It made him scoff. Slightly amused by Dabi’s interest to listen in on his conversation with you. He wasn’t too bothered, in fact- he was going to give exactly what Dabi wanted in a sense.
If Dabi wanted to eavesdrop, Keigo would let him.
Dabi grabbed the gatorade on his bedside counter. Taking a sip and hearing Hawks door click closed. He shrugged and continued to scroll through his phone.
Dabi was never a big fan of Hawks. He always tolerated him, since he was his roommate and dealer. That’s why he was constantly trying to get under his skin. Just overall make his perfect life a little more… exciting. As he liked to call it.
So, when word got around Hawks was dating you. His first girlfriend ever. He couldn’t do that anymore, well he tried. But, he couldn’t really do that considering he was always out with you.
Honestly, at this point, he couldn’t even annoy Hawks. Hawks seemed to be so far off and happy. He wasn’t bothered. Which made dabi.. bored.
He sighed, scrolling through his phone. Trying to occupy himself with Tik Tok.
When he heard a femine giggle. It sounded like you. Which made him slightly annoyed. He forgot how thin the walls were in his shared apartment. Dabi just tried ignoring it, taking a small glance around his room for some headphones just in case your giggling became too loud.
Suddenly, you did become loud.
Hawks clenched his teeth, hands gripping your hip as he pulled you back into his cock. Pressing your face to the wall and forcing his hips into yours. Bullying his cock into your tiny hole. Teeth biting his bottom lip as you moaned out in bliss. Unaware of the whole ordeal he was setting up.
Unaware of what he was doing.
Smiling as he shifted his eyes to the wall that separated his and Dabi’s room. Grabbing your legs and pushing them against your stomach. Hearing the way you squealed in pleasure. Now, this was exactly where he wanted to be.
And, this was the perfect way to get Dabi and Shigaraki interested in you.
Hawks did love instigating.
So, that’s where we continue from before;
Dabi sighed and searched his room for his noise canceling headphones. A frequent friend of his back when Hawks was single. It had been awhile since he actually needed to use them. Actually, it had been a few months since he needed to use them. So, it was safe to say his attention to where he kept them started to dwindle.
Which really sucked for the situation that was happening now.
Dabi wasn’t a pervert.
He kept reassuring himself. Feeling his cock harden in his pants. His hand twitched as he heard you softly cry.
Dabi felt his eye twitch, lifting his sheets and opening random drawers looking for these damned headphones. Until he stopped, standing in the middle of the room and sighing in defeat. Letting the back of his legs hit the edge of his bed and sitting down on the cool comforter. Leaning his head on the wall and closing his eyes. He felt his eyebrows come together. Hearing the way you slowly groaned, pressing your face against something as you muffled slightly. Dabi groaned, thickly swallowing at your voice.
You were so intoxicating.
He hated to admit it, but it was true.
His hand moved to his hair, running his fingers through it and spreading his legs. Man spreading on his bed. Opening his eyes and keeping them on the ceiling. Trying to ignore the painful boner in his pants.
Trying to ignore your echoing moans.
The way you were sobbing quietly, yet encouraging Hawks to keep going, and saying profanities he didn’t even know you knew. It felt like your face was pressed against the wall, moaning loudly so he could hear.
Almost like, you wanted him to hear.
Is that what you wanted? You wanted him to fist his cock to the thought of you? Did you want him to fuck his hand to the thought of you? To the sound of his roommate fucking you?
Is that what a slut like you wanted?
Dabi palmed his throbbing cock. Looking at the window in his room. Glancing at the headphones resting on the windowsill. He blinked a few times, letting out a satisfied hum. His hips twitching forward.
He winced, closing one eye and keeping the other one open. An almost pained expression washing over his face while he kept up with the action. Having a small mental debate in his head whether he should grab the headphones.
He was leaning to yes-
“S-stop! S’to much! Can’t!..” You groaned loudly, making his face heat up. His hip lurching forward unintentionally as he grit his teeth. Not liking how his body was reacting to his roommate fucking his girlfriend.
God, maybe he was a pervert. A sick man who liked to get off on girls who sounded like they were losing their mind on cock. Stretching their cunt and crying over the pleasure. Mind blanking with nothing but simple phrases and a mantra of their partner’s name.
Seeing them squirt and moan uncontrollably just because it felt that good.
Fuck, now he had to take care of his problem. A very uncomfortable and bothersome problem. One he really didn’t want to deal with.
Dabi bit the inside of his cheek, reaching down for his sweats. His massive cock pressing an outline against his sweatpants. Hooking his fingers around the waist band for both the pants and his underwear. Allowing his cock to spring free.
He winced, his shoulders jumping from the weird sensitivity. It had been awhile since he’d felt like that.
He was already really hard. His mind clouded with arousal. His dick dripping with pre-cum, his tip blushed red. Throbbing from your goddamn voice. Honestly, how pathetic of him. Why was he so… infatuated with you?
Well, infatuated enough to fuck his hand to the sound of you.
Maybe it was because of Hawks. Always coming home and boasting about how great you are. Not even sexually, just as a girlfriend. How you were one of the few people to say ‘no’ yet, still made him feel good. Shit like that was rare for Hawks.
He hated to admit it but Hawks was right. Dabi was envious of him. He wanted someone like you. Maybe that’s why he craved you so much. Maybe that's why he wanted to stroke his dick to the sound of you crying over Hawks’ cock.
Because deep down, he wanted a girl like you. A girl who made him want to settle. And maybe, just maybe, you were that girl.
Dabi took in a breath and held it. Trying to prepare for the sensation that was to come.
He grabbed the base of his dick and instantly tried to stifle a groan. Biting onto his lower lip and feeling his eyes shut instantly. His tip was sensitive and wet with precum. Giving him some lubrication to slowly stroke his cock. For some reason, he didn’t want this to end just yet.
He moved his hand up and down, tilting his head back and letting out a strained moan. Trying to stay as quiet as possible. He knew he wouldn’t be able to live down Hawks’ taunting if he found out what Dabi was doing.
Dabi grunted, “F-fuck..” Suddenly feeling a whimper bubbling in his chest.
Now, Dabi wasn’t completely proud of his next actions but- he did it anyways. He turned his body to the side, leaning the side of his head on the wall. Pressing his ear against the cool surface.
Desperate to hear your voice. Desperate to hear you absolutely lose yourself. He was so filthy.
You parted your wet lips, “H-hah! Kei-“ You panted, enjoying the way Keigo pressed the spongy spot inside you. “So- s’good! Right there!” You moaned. Arching your back and jolting forward with every thrust of his hips.
Dabi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. High off the sound of your voice. Moving his hand up and down his cock in a slightly faster speed, the lewd noise of him stroking his cock echoing off the room. Adding to the indecent noises from next door.
He grabbed the bottom of his tank top, lifting it to his mouth and biting onto the soft fabric. Making it easier for him to move his hand up and down his cock. Feeling his mind starting to blank slightly. Tilting his head back bucking his hip up into his hand. Whining softly as he tightened his hand, his expression changing into a grimace. Slightly pained by the feeling.
Jesus, why was he so sensitive?
Why was he so depreate to fuck you?
Imagining the expressions you were making. The way tears were falling down from your cheeks because the pleasure was too much. Or how you looked when sucking cock. Were your eyes still shimmery then? When a dick was stuffed deep in your throat.
What about when his cock was stuffed in your small cunt? What expression would you make then? What noises would you make? Would you cry and beg him to stop because it just felt too good?
Dabi imagined that you desperately grab at the sheets, trying to ground yourself from the building sensation within your belly. Running his tattooed arm under your frame and lifting your hips up. Allowing him to fuck you better.
Your moans making him laugh.
He’d press his mouth to your ear. Whisper all types of filthy things he’d like to do with you. Whisper praises and horrible degrations about how much you loved his dick 8 inches inside you. He’ll go as far to mock the sweet moans leaving your mouth. Making sure to never allow you a moment of relaxation until he was done with you.
Because you’d take everything he’d fucking give you. Like a good, sweet, and innocent little thing.
Dabi felt his mind blanking, imagining you in front of him. Forcing your leg up, pressing his big hand on your thigh. Stretching your leg and allowing him to split your pussy around his cock. Grinning down at you while degrading you. Saying a mocking line of, ‘So much better than that small dicked Hawks.’ And he wouldn’t let you come until you admitted it.
He moaned, dropping his body down in the bed. Arching his back into his hand and groaning. His lower stomach tightening.
Feeling his sense of reality and pleasure mush together incoherently.
Shigaraki rubbed his eye, pressing the buttons of his ps5 controller in a pattern. Trying to eliminate the person he was playing against in Mortal Kombat. Laughing as he finished the person.
He decided enough was enough and left the game. Grabbing his phone and clicking onto a message he got not too long ago. Replying to the person.
It was his ex from a month ago. Begging for a second chance. He rolled his eyes and typed a very simple, ‘no,’ before tossing his phone back on the bed. Despite his roommates, he wasn’t a big fan of hook-ups. He never saw the benefit of them.
He didn’t like sleeping with random girls he found at parties. Despite how attractive they might’ve been. He’d much rather sleep with a girl he’s known for awhile, or had sexual tension with. It just made the act so much more satisfying in his eyes.
That’s why he didn’t outright refuse to sleep with you. Admittedly, he considered it when the two of you first met each other, but then he got into a relationship. Which killed any motivation to do so.
Which leads back to how Shigaraki knew you.
Well, Shigaraki had always noticed you. Whether that was because you were walking to class or sitting in the back. It wasn’t because you were cute or mysterious or anything. Always wearing pajamas to class or drawing random things on your tablet.
No, that wasn’t the reason he noticed you.
It was because you always asked for a pencil. And not any pencil, a simple, sparkly, and pink mechanical pencil. You always refused the transformer mechanical pencils, you had to have the simple and boring ones.
And why did you ask for one?
Because you used it as a hair stick to put up your hair.
That’s why Shigaraki knew you. He thought it was the weirdest thing, but soon found himself watching every time you did it. Slightly intrigued by the odd way you did your hair. You always laughed when you saw him watching. Turning your back to him and slowly doing your hair so he could ‘learn’ how you put up your hair.
Soon enough, the two of you would sometimes sit together. You would give a quick debrief on the topic the class was going over if Shigaraki didn’t get it. Which he greatly appreciated, since it wasn’t always so quiet at his house to study. (With his roommates constant ‘guest’ at the time.)
He was actually quite fond of you. Enough to know your name and what you wore at least. He considered asking you on a date, but that’s when his girlfriend at the time asked him on a date.
And, that’s how he knew you.
And, also.. now the obvious. You were Hawks’ girlfriend. Hawks’ only girlfriend throughout college and highschool. Which was shocking to everyone at the school.
So, you could imagine how surprised he was once he found out. Then, imagine his surprise when you two dated for over a week. Hell, over a month! Imagine how Shigaraki felt when Hawks brought you home.
It was odd, but he was glad he wouldn’t have to hear the random sex noises in the middle of the night from Hawks’ special ‘guest.’ He still had Dabi to deal with, sure. But- hey, baby steps.
Key word; Was glad.
Shigaraki reached for his headphones, peeling them off his ears and instantly freezing. His head turned to the left wall. Again, it wasn’t odd for this sound to occur.
Like he said before, he never had interest in random hook-ups. He’d always end up feeling a bit gross when hearing those noises. Opping out to putting his headphones back on and watching a movie. Or just playing a random video game he downloaded not too long ago. It’s what he did for every random girl being as obnoxious as she could.
But, you weren’t a random girl.
You were a girl Shigraki knew. Liked, even.
So, maybe that’s why he found it so… hot.
Like, really fucking hot.
Hearing the way you pleaded for more, desperate to have more.
He placed his headphones down. Turning off his monitor and walking to his bed. Peeling off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the room. (He could honestly care less.) Then flopping down on his mattress. Pressing a strand of blue hair out of his face and sighing.
He felt his dick throb at a certain small word you muttered.
“Wait-wait.” You said, squealing softly. But, by the sounds of it, Hawks didn’t stop. “C-can your h-hah! roommates hear m-me?”
You stopped shoving your face into some sheets, muffling yourself. “S-s’good, fuck. Keep g-going, please!” You begged.
Shigraki felt his sanity shatter. Little pieces scattering over his room as he palmed his cock. Pressing his ear to the wall without a care. Because, deep down, Shigaraki was a pervert for women like you. Or, just you as of now.
He shoved his hands down his pants, closing his eyes as he stroked himself. Spreading his legs and bending his knees. Shoving his pants down and continuing the motion. Groaning.
He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth. Trying to muffle his moans as he continued. Pumping his cock as he bit his hand. Breathing heavily through his nose.
Shigaraki was somewhat of a pervert.
Keigo groaned into your neck, biting into your shoulder to stifle his moans. He just needed his roommate to hear you, not him. Yet, he found himself constantly thinking back to what Shigaraki said.
‘Shigaraki smiled, “Is that an offer?”
Hawks looked at you, seeing as you were still pouting at what Dabi said before answering. “Somewhat.”
Shigaraki shrugged his shoulders, “Then, yeah.” He got up, walking to the backyard. Turning his head to Hawks, “But, I don’t think you’d let me.”’
It was true.
He didn’t want his roommate to even touch you. He was having trouble with doing this. Having his roommates hear you.
So, how the hell was he going to allow them to watch you.
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Keigo stirred in his sleep. Groaning as he opened his eyes. Feeling you press against his chest, arms wrapped around his torso awkwardly. He scoffed playfully, grabbing his phone and checking his notifications. When the text from yesterday caught his attention.
He groaned, realizing it was from his Dad.
Shit.
He sighed, pulling himself away from the bed and giving you a kiss on the head. Clicking onto his Father’s contact and walking out of the room. Slowly closing his door and pressing the call button.
He bit the inside of his cheek, hearing his phone ring. Until his Father finally picked up.
“Keigo!”
He nodded once, forcing a smile from habit. “Father.” He dully responded, leaning back on his door and waiting for his response.
“Don’t be like that, son!”
Keigo licked his teeth, stifling a mocking laugh. “Just tell me what you need, I’ll go do it.”
“What? I’m just checking up on my son, can I not do that?” He asked condescendly, “Did you finally get a nice girl to bring home.”
Keigo didn’t respond, it's not that he didn’t want to- it’s just he didn’t know how. He's never had a girlfriend when he lived with his parents. He wouldn’t know how to say it, let alone admit it.
His Father laughed, “I’m not hearing a no. Bring her around sometime, Son-“
“What do you want, Dad.” Keigo grit, trying to keep his cool. “‘Cause’ I know you don’t call your deadbeat son for no reason.” He laughed, “That seems more like a Rumi thing.”
His Father laughed, but it was an obvious fake one. “I need you to grab some things for me, think you can do it?”
Keigo thought for a second, “Depends, last time you had me ‘grab some things’ I ended up in the middle of a big drug deal.” He laughed, “Don’t think I want a gun pointed to my head again. I actually have something to live for now.” His mind flashed to you.
“So you do have a little lady! How charming.” He forced a happy tone, “but no. It’s not that this time, just some papers I need to be picked up.”
Keigo sighed, nodding his head. “Sure, I’ll go pick ‘em up for you.” He pushed himself off the door, entering his room again and grabbing a random black shirt. Trying to dress himself decently.
“Great, it should take you 2, maybe 3 hours max.”
Keigo mentally noted that, awkwardly placing his shoe on and leaving his room again. Shutting the door behind him and shooting you a text.
“Alright, just text me everything you need done.”
Keigo sighed, “Great, see ‘ya soon.”
And like that, the phone call ended. He sighed, grabbing his keys and walking out of the house. This shouldn’t take him too long. He was just hoping he wouldn’t get shot at this time.
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You sighed, pressing your forearms on the bed and lifting your head up. Blinking your eyes open and yawning. Reaching for your phone and checking the time.
1:14
“Geez, how long was I out?” You whispered, wiping your eyes clean. Trying to wake your body up and sitting up on the soft bed. The sheets falling off your frame, making to reach for it again, Wrapping it around your shoulders.
When your eyes landed on text on your phone.
Keigo
‘Hey, I’m going out to do some work for my dad. Help yourself to anything in the house, love ya.’
You smiled, looking away and feeling your cheeks heat up. You just sent back a simple text. Then, looking around the room for a random shirt. Trying to make yourself decent before searching for a restroom.
You pushed yourself off the bed, grabbing a shirt off the floor and placing it on the bed. Also, trying to locate your panties. You gave up and reached for your bag, pulling out a clean pair of underwear. A black lacy bra with matching panties.
You were originally going to change into them when you were going to return home. But, considering you didn’t know where your panties were -and you wanted to wear a clean pair- you decided to change into them.
You placed them on your body, then grabbed the big white shirt slipping it over your bare frame. Walking to the door and slowly opening it. Peaking your head out and checking if the coast was clear. You nodded to yourself and continued your adventure for the restroom.
Standing on your tippy toes and making sure not to make too much noise. Reaching for the restroom and slowly pulling the door open. Walking inside and shutting the door slowly. You sighed a breath of relief, placing your forehead against the door.
“Mission accomplished.”
“Really?”
You yelped, putting your hands up and towards the person behind you. Trying to block whatever was in front of you. You blinked a few times, laughing as you lowered your hands.
“Dabi!” You stated, smiling brightly as you pushed yourself off the door. “What are you doing here?”
His eyes went back to the mirror in front of him. Raising the white fluffy towel from around his neck to his hair. Trying to dry it. You noticed how it was slightly stained back due to his hair dye. “Uhm, it’s my restroom and house.” He looked at you smiling, “If anything, I should be asking you that question.”
You giggled, pushing yourself past him and pointing to the toilet. “Just have to use the restroom.” He nodded, looking back at the mirror and continued to dry his hair. Grabbing a bottle off the counter and squeezing it in his hands, rubbing it into his hand and then running it through his hair. Ignoring you.
You blinked, tilting your head. “Are you going to leave? I need to use the restroom..”
He looked at you, laughing. “What? Are you going to take a shit?” He looked back at the mirror, reaching for another bottle.
You felt your face heat up as you awkwardly looked to the side, muttering a small- ‘No.’ Trying to ignore his nonchalant persona.
He smiled tauntingly, “I promise I won’t look.” He cooed.
You scoffed, peeling off your underwear and sitting on the toilet. Beginning to do your business.
Dabi loudly laughed, “I was joking but, okay?”
You were mortified.
“I like it. You got balls kid.”
You finished grabbing some toilet paper and wiping yourself. Saying a soft -and embarrassed- “don’t call me that.” Then pulling up you underwear, walking to the sink and standing at his side. Washing your hands.
“Good morning, Dabi.” You added.
He gave you a look. “Doll, it’s like an hour past noon.”
You giggled, shaking your hands. Trying to get them dry. “Good afternoon, Dabi.”
He laughed, shaking his head and replying- “Good afternoon, Y/n.”
You tilted your head up, looking at him. Flicking some water in his direction and speaking, “Are you just a jerk to my boyfriend, or is it a ‘don’t talk to me past 12 am’ thypa’ thing?”
Dabi didn’t like your boyfriend. You, fortunately, weren’t your boyfriend. He could tolerate you. (I mean, he was stroking his dick to the sound of you not too long ago. The least he could do is actually be nice.) And, you were pretty enjoyable to talk to.
So far.
Dabi looked to the side, pretending to think. “It could be both.” He opened the door, allowing you to walk outside. You thanked him and turned around, peering at him while the two of you walked. “And, I just don’t really like your..” He cringed at the word. “Boyfriend.”
“Really? I lov-“ you cut yourself off, feeling your face heat up from the look Dabi gave you. “I adore my boyfriend.”
“Good for you.”
You giggled and followed him into the living room. Except that’s where the two of you seperated. You went to the pantry trying to locate a bottle of water. While Dabi went to the couch. Sitting down and grabbing the remote.
Ignoring Shigaraki’s protest about how he was already watching something. He didn’t care, just changed the channel to something he would enjoy.
You found a bottle and sipped on it. Grabbing your phone and texting Keigo about food. You offered to get an Uber and make something. Since you were slightly in the cooking mood. (Also, it was something you and Rumi did frequently. So, you learned to be quite a good cook.)
Keigo just offered to bring something to the house. You declined, not wanting to spend any more money this week. He did already take you out somewhere nice a few days ago.
You leaned on the counter. Continuing to talk about dinner with your boyfriend. Trying to come up with a money safe idea.
Dabi moved his eyes to Shigaraki, biting the inside of his cheek. Taking small glances in your direction.
A white oversized t-shirt, (which belonged to Hawks.) draping to the mid of your thighs. But, due to the thin material he could practically see your black lacy bra underneath.
He’s pretty sure Shigaraki was staring at the black panties that matched. Two very different perspectives.
It was interesting.
You were eye candy, something for him to look at. And you cooked. You were really good at cooking, -something Hawks had always raved about- and Dabi wanted to try one of your dishes.
He grabbed his phone, replying to a conversation he ghosted last night. Ignoring Shigaraki getting up and walking to you.
“What’s on the menu for dinner?” Dabi said, not looking away from his phone. He should probably tell Hawks you're making food or something.
Shigaraki nodded, going into the pantry and grabbing a water of his own. Standing behind you while you spoke.
You looked up from your phone, intrigued. “Well, what are you guys feeling?” You asked, taking a moment to look at Shigaraki then Dabi. Trying to acknowledge them both. Smiling the whole time.
Dabi thickly swallowed.
Shit.
Dabi didn’t expect that. His eyes went off his screen then back to it. “Uhm, steak? Maybe?”
You texted Hawks about making steak. You smiled when he agreed with the dish. “Do you guys even have steak?” You looked to the side, thinking for a moment. “Oh! And texan bread?” You asked, going to the refrigerator and opening it. “Do you guys have Texan bread?”
You were beaming, practically jumping in your spot at the idea of making food. Having people try your food! You’ve always wanted to share your skills!
He blinked at you, slowly nodding his head. Caught off guard by your enthusiasm.
Shigaraki pointed to the freezer, “Yeah, it’s in the freezer.” He took a sip of his water, watching as you walked to the freezer. Peeling open the door and looking inside.
You finger going up and down lightly, checking if they had all the main ingredients so far. You pouted seeing that the door wasn’t tenderized.
Dabi’s eyebrows squished together. Okay, now, he was confused. “Wait, you’re actually going to make it?” He placed his phone down, turning his head over the couch.
You looked from behind the freezer door, tilting your head. “Yeah? I mean, you asked, why wouldn’t I?” Your tone was sweet, a smile matching it. He wondered why you were so positive. “I love cooking for my friends and family.”
You were friends with Dabi?
You were friends with Shigaraki?
You blinked a few times, thinking. “Oh!” You softly said, “Did you guys want to help?”
Suddenly you were ecstatic.
“Wait! Want me to teach you how to make the best steak! Me and Rumi perfected a recipe!” You leaned forward, grabbing the stuff and placing them on the counter. “I even taught Keigo how to cook the perfect steak!“
Shigaraki laughed, “I’m down. Beats sitting around and getting high.”
You clapped your hands together lightly, nodding your head. Excited. “Dabi?” You asked, turning to him and tilting your head.
He sighed, pushing himself off the couch and talking into the kitchen. “Sure.”
You smiled and nodded your head.
“Okay! Time to get dirty.”
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You reached up on your tippy toes. Reaching for something on the top shelf of the pantry. Trying to reach for some seasoning.
You huffed, pressing your heels to the floor again. Placing your hand on your hip and pouting.
Who was the idiot who made the shelf’s so high?
You considered climbing the shelves for a second. But, the idea of falling or even breaking the shelves due to your weight dashed through your head. Both of which would be incredibly embarrassing.
You reached for it one more time. Jumping up and trying to grab. You knew the earth was messing with you when your fingers grazed the bottle. You landed on the ground, rolling your eyes and groaning.
You turned over your shoulder, looking back into the kitchen. Nibbling on your bottom lip and peaking your head out. Peering at the two men in the kitchen, grabbing a few things for the meat.
You felt slightly embarrassed to ask, but softly called- “Shigaraki?” Making the male turn his head to you, nodding softly.
“Can- could you help me grab something?”
He stifled a laugh, “I’m pretty sure there’s a step stool in there.”
You should’ve just took your chances climbing the actual shelves. That was way more embarrassing.
You looked back in the small room, eyes scanning over the room and looking for the step stool. When you couldn’t find it you peaked your head back out.
“Actually, I’m pretty sure Keigo broke it.” Dabi added, looking at Shigaraki.
Shigaraki laughed. “Shit, my bad Y/n. Yeah, let me just help you out.” He placed the bag of bread down. Whipping his hands on a towel and walking into the pantry with you.
“So, what’s troubling ya’?” He casually voiced. Looking around the small room for a second. Trying to guess his own question.
You smiled sheepishly. Standing in front of the item and pointing at it, turning your head over your shoulder. “That one.” A bottle at the top shelf.
Shigaraki laughed. Nodding his head and walking forward.
You were about to move out of the way when his hand landed on your shoulder. You silently gasped, keeping your body forward as Shigaraki pressed his front to your back. Reaching up and grabbing the item you wanted to receive.
You felt your eyes widen, face burning with embarrassment as you kept your face forward. Trying to ignore the male behind you.
You could feel his chest right against your head. You could smell the body wash he used and a faint burnt ash smell. Maybe it was from the cigarettes.
His hand followed the curve of your back. Moving to the small of your back, smiling as he lowered the item.
Shigaraki brought the seasoning in front of your face. Lowering his head so it was close to your ear and grinning. “Here.” He shook the seasoning in front of you.
You swallowed quitely, keeping your hand pressed to your side. Embarrassed by the close proximity between the two of you. You blinked once, running your tongue over your lips.
You turned your head in his direction, noses already touching. Shigaraki’s eyes widened in surprise. Unaware of how close he was to you.
“Thank you.” You whispered, feeling your lips part. Your eyes moving over his face.
He did the same. “Yeah, no problem.” His eyes went to your lips then back to your eyes. Memories from last night flashing in his head.
Your sweet voice tainted. The way he wished he was the one making you cry in ecstasy. Pumping his cock and wishing you were underneath him.
He thickly swallowed, moving his hand to the side of your waist. A silent gasp leaving your lips from the sensation.
You nodded, taking a step back and feeling your back press against the shelfs. Keeping you aware of how small the space was. Maybe how big Shigaraki was.
He placed the bottle on a much lower shelf. Moving the other one to cup your cheek. Bringing you closer to his face. You felt frozen, letting out a quiet and embarrassed. “Uhm..”
You felt his nose touch yours.
“Did you get it or not?” Dabi shouted, “Or do you princesses need help?” You could hear the sarcasm dripping in Dabi’s voice.
It helped you snap out of it.
Because a part of you wondered if Dabi knew what was happening. And, that scared you. What would Keigo think?
Suddenly you were extremely aware of what you were wearing. How thin the material was. How bare you were in a house full of men. Should you be worried?
Shigaraki and Dabi weren’t threats like that. They didn’t even really like you. They tolerated you.
At least I think so.
That’s also another reason you were making food. To get on their good side. You used your left hand to press the white shirt against your body.
“Thank you for grabbing the bottle for me.” You softly said, pressing your hand against his lips softly. Tilting your head and smiling awkwardly. It kinda looked like you were embarrassed.
He blinked a few times. Realizing what he was doing.
Oh shit.
Two things flashes in his head.
One being- Damn.
The other being- I’m so fucked if Y/n tells Hawks this.
He pulled back, not knowing what to say. “Uh, yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah, it’s the least I can do when you’re making us food.” He forced a smile.
You could tell it was forced.
You smiled back, nodding your head and pushing yourself away from the shelves. Grabbing the seasoning and walking out of the room. Giving him a final glance. You passed him a friendly wink, trying to get him not to worry.
You didn’t want him to freak out over a small accident.
A small accident.
“C’on, I’ll teach you my secrets.” You cheerfully said, putting a thumbs up and glancing at Dabi. He was busy setting out the meat.
Thankfully.
Shigaraki took a moment to regain himself. Running a hand through his hand and laughing silently.
What the hell.
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Keigo laughed at Shigaraki, watching as he struggled to drink the alcohol he bought. Dabi stifled a laugh, trying not to embarrass him further.
You weren’t a fan of drinking, so you didn’t want to actually sit at the table.
So, you sat on the couch, legs crossed as you watched the movie playing. Distinctly listening to the conversation happening in the kitchen.
Keigo got home a while after you finished eating. Which you kinda’ felt guilty of, considering you didn’t wait for your boyfriend to eat. Dabi and Shigaraki were at the table finishing their meals. While Keigo just started his. Which was kinda amusing to hear.
You heard your phone loudly ‘ding!’ Making you reach for it and check the notification.
My smart bunny <3
You smiled, letting out a small laugh and unlocked your phone. Pulling the screen down to see your notifications. You silently read the message.
‘What time you coming home tonight? Should I get food?’
You blinked a few times. Processing her words.
When were you going home? Actually, you were using the only clean pair of underwear you brought. (And, you have no clue where the other pair went.) Also, you really wanted to take a hot shower. So, you really needed to get home.
You tilted your head back, glancing at your boyfriend. “Uhm, Kei?-“ You softly said, trying to get his attention politely.
He looked at you, nodding his head as he cut into his meat. Placing the juicy piece in his mouth while listening to you speak.
You watched as the other boys looked at you. You felt your face heat up, almost embarrassed to say it in front of Dabi and Shigaraki. Considering it could come off as rude.
“Uhm, I don’t have any more clean clothes- and kinda’ need to shower..” You softly said, “So, I was wondering when you were going to drive me home.” You giggled, scratching your cheek as you awkwardly smiled.
He smiled, a hidden panic flashing through his eyes. Keigo needed to complete his goal today. Or he wouldn’t be able to send Rumi that special video. So, he had to think. And he had to think fast.
“Uh, you can use my shower.” He got up from his chair, pushing it back with his legs. A honey smile on his lips while extending his hand friendly. “Here, let me grab you a shirt-“
Shigaraki quickly cut in, looking at the laundry room. “I actually just washed some of my shirt, so she can wear something straight out of the dryer.” Dabi silently gave Shigaraki a look, wondering if he meant to jab at Hawks.
You smiled and nodded your head, about to accept his offer when Keigo spoke for you. “Yeah, it’s okay.” He said, pushing his chair in and walking to his room. “As her boyfriend I want to take care of her, even if it’s something simple like a shirt.”
Dabi chuckled, looking at Shigaraki and smiling. “Damn, didn’t think you had it in you.” He pushed his chair out, “Anyways, I kinda’ wanna’ freshen up.” He waved at Shigaraki, getting up and walking to his room. He quickly shouted over his shoulder- “You can shower after me!” Before entering his room and trying to grab something clean for him to wear once he was done showering.
You ended up in the restroom. (You ended up using Dabi and Shigaraki’s restroom in the morning.) Waiting for Keigo to bring you a clean towel and clothes. You sat on the toilet lid, kidding your feet back and forth. Listening to the shower run and watching the mirror fog.
The door opened, Keigo walking into the room and closing the door behind him. A dimpled smile brightly shining at you while he raised the items in his hand. Showing you what he was holding.
Two towels.
You giggled and stood up, wrapping your hands around his neck. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Is this an offer?”
Keigo poked his cheek with his tongue, looking to the side. Letting his hands wander to your ass, grabbing it and slowly running them up his back. Lifting your white shirt.
“Of course.”
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The air was fresh, the living room smelled of fresh coconut. Your hair was damp along with everyone else in the room. An old show playing on the TV.
You softly giggled as you nodded your head. “Right? I didn’t even know people actually did drugs until I went to highschool.”
Dabi laughed loudly, “Really? I think I was doing Molly back in middle school.”
You didn’t exactly remember what Molly was but, you distinctly remember Keigo telling you something about it. Maybe, it was the drug you took when you two first got together.
“Dabi, I’ve been meaning to ask.” You said, pointing at his arm.
He looked in the direction you were pointing. Immediately smiling knowingly. “Shoot, Doll.”
You smiled, “Do you have any more tattoos, like hidden ones?” You asked. “I’ve been wanting to get one with Keigo so, I’m kinda curious.”
Dabi’s eyebrows raised, suppressing a smile as he glanced at Hawks. Who was directly behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist.
“Yeah, I do.” He tilted his head, “I can show you if you want.”
You nodded quickly, excited to see more of his inked skin when Keigo spoke up. “No, s’it okay Dabi. You can tell us about them later.” He smiled, flashing his white teeth at him.
Dabi followed, “No, Keigo. I think she really wants to see it.” He said, licking his teeth as he scrunched his nose tauntingly.
Shigaraki took a sip of his water, raising his eyebrows. Pressing the white fluffy towel to his wet hair. He was starting to feel like this conversation wasn’t about tattoos.
Keigo felt his eye twitch. “Dabi, she’ll see it later. I promise.” Keigo enjoyed the way Dabi’s face dropped for a second, utterly confused about what he was talking about. “Now, drop it.” He forced a smile, placing his chin on your shoulder. Wrapping the big blanket around you two. Trying to cool down.
You giggled, shrugging your shoulders as you placed a small kiss on Keigo’s head. Leaning on it while looking at the screen. Laughing silently at the joke played on the screen.
You jolted, feeling Keigo’s hands tracing your thighs. You quietly yelped, feeling him pinch you. He smiled against your neck, shushing you quietly. You sighed and nodded your head, suppressing the noise bubbling in your throat.
You awkwardly shuffled against Keigo. Feeling the way he nuzzled his nose against your bare neck. Sending nice shivers down your body to your…
You glanced at the other two boys in the room, scared they may be watching you. You noticed that they had their attention on the screen of the TV. You sighed in relief, leaning back into his chest and trying to silently tell him to stop.
You patted his hand, clasping it in yours. He smiled against your skin, running his tongue up your neck to your ear. Pressing a taunting kiss as he squeezed your hand. Making your body heat up.
“Kei!” You whisper shouted, smiling at Shigaraki when he passed you a glance. Keigo smiled.
“What? They don’t care.” He pressed another kiss to the nape of your neck. You straightened up, sticking your hand out the blanket and waving at him. Forcing a smile.
Shigaraki gave you a look before nodding his head and waving back. Slowly turning his head to the TV. Giving Dabi a soft shove in your direction. Trying to silently tell him what was going on between you two.
Dabi already knew. He just gave a quick glance, keeping his eyes on the screen. He didn’t want to stare too long.
“Y/n?” He whispered, mkaing you peer over your shoulder.
You nodded your head, pouting slightly when looking at him.
Kiego smiled, running his tongue over his teeth. “Can I have kiss?” You could feel your eyebrows mush together in confusion. Slowly turning to face him and nodding your head slightly. Opening your legs and straddling him, wrapping your arms around his neck and awkwardly smiling.
You tried to remind yourself, ‘they don’t care’ as you leaned into Keigo. Fluttering your lashes shut and kissing him. His hands hitting your waist and bringing you closer to his body.
You tensed feeling his tongue circle yours perfectly. A small muffled yelp leaving your lips as you jumped in surprise. Your body immediately melting into his body. Enjoying the way he gripped your hips and forced you to move against him.
His eyes opened, shooting at Dabi and Shigaraki. Who were taking small glances in your direction before looking back at the TV screen. Not wanting to stare for too long, yet wanted to watch the scene unfolding next to them. They wanted to see you unfold.
Keigo smiled, pinching your waist making you yelp. Pulling away as you cutely glared at him. “Why’s you do that?” You expressed, rubbing the spot with the palm of your hand.
Keigo smiled and shrugged, biting the corner of his bottom lip to suppress a laugh.
You giggled and leaned back. Glancing at the other boys before feeling his hands dip under your arms and hold your back. His lips coming to the center of your neck, kissing over the smooth surface while he lowered his hands. Moving them to your hips as he bit your neck softly. Encouraging you to grind against his dick.
You didn’t mind, just started to crave the suppressed moans he let out when you grind your hips into him. Your hands gave him silent praise as you massaged his arms, encouraging him to continue. Your head tilting to the side to make it easier for him to kiss you.
A certain roll of your hips made you yelp, Keigo’s neck kissing coming to a stop as he did it again. Smiling knowingly against your skin as his golden eyes moved over your skin. A soft moan leaving you this time. His lips ghosted your neck, making you shiver in response. “Do you like that?” He whispered, running his tongue up your neck. You blinked a few times, Keigo’s hair tickling your face. You nodded your head, not saying anything.
A chucke left him, as he kissed the center of your collarbone softly. “C’on, use your words.” Your mind went blank for a second as his dick rubbed against your clit, your hips stuttering for a moment as your hands gripped him a little harder. “I’ll promise to reward your good behavior, lovely.”
For a moment you almost pulled away, that sentence seemed a little too real for your liking, but you ignored it and tried to enjoy the situation.
“God..” you moaned. “Yes.” His hands landed on your waist, his eyes watching the way your hips moved against his, trying to feel his cock within his pants. Your panties making him smile to himself.
He looked back at the other men in the room. Feeling his eye twitch. Keigo's eyes darkened, slightly annoyed by the attention- or lack of. His hands went to your thighs, pulling them apart. Letting his hand slot in between them.
You squeaked, slapping your hand over your mouth. Tightening the blanket around yourself around your body, not wanting to show what was happening underneath. Keigo placed he chin on your shoulder, humming. “Honey.”
Suddenly, you were hyper aware of the other people in the room. Infact, you were super embarrassed. Pressed your lips together, trying to be quite. “Keigo.” You grit. Trying not to make a noise. “Can you not?…. Don’t want them.”
He kissed your neck, whispering against your ear. “To see?” He questioned, “Are you sure?”
His finger rubbed your clit, your mind went blanking. A white fuzz filling your headspace with thought of him. He smiled, “C’on, I know you want them to watch, touch, feel you.” You felt yourself nod. Eyes darting to the other boys in the room.
“Yeah.” You whispered, shutting your eyes. “I kinda’ want that.”
Keigo chuckled, glancing at Dabi. “Dabi.” He said, making the man look at you. “Shigaraki.” He added, trying to get both of their attention. “You wanna watch?” He fended.
Turning your body around to face them. Keeping you planted in his lap.
Both of them were silent, unaware of how to respond to Keigo’s offer. Shigaraki spoke for both of them. “Are you?.. You want us to fu-“
Keigo glared, “It’s an offer to watch, okay?” He slowly smiled, running his finger over your clit again. You tilted your head back, letting out a rather loud moan. You hand gripping his hand. Silently telling him to continue.
“S’good- don’t- don’t-“ you felt your hips buckle forward, your hands dropping. Your body relaxing against Keigo’s.
Dabi’s and Shigaraki's eyes immediately went to Keigo’s hand. Watching the way he rubbed your outside your panties.
Dabi bit his lip, pressing his hand over his growing erection. Feeling his thoughts wander all over.
While Shigaraki embraced it. Suppressing himself from palming his growing cock. Imagining what you’d look like without them.
You pressed your lips together, a strained whimper escaping. You couldn’t talk or you were struggling to. Everything was just a mumbled plea and beg with some curse words in between.
Keigo laughed, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at them. “What?” he cooed, “Why don’t you put on a show for them, Love.” He slipped his finger in your waistband. Pressing it directly on your clit. You felt your body spasm. Your back arching as you turned your head to the side.
Tears pearled your eyes, “Shit- don’t stop.” You quickly said, spreading your legs and grabbing at the blanket. Letting Keigo work his finger around your clit. His nose nuzzling against your neck fondly as he worked spreading you open again with his free hand. Golden eyes glancing up at the other men in the room as he pulled your panties to the side.
He smiled when Dabi’s hands moved against his cock. It was so subtle, he could’ve missed it. He laughed, “Dabi you wanna fuck your cock with your hand?” Keigo licked his lips, feeling his eyes darken. Golden eyes trained on him, seizing the opportunity to taunt him. “Promise I-“ he glanced at you, smiling. “We won’t judge.”
You bit your lip, nodding your head. (It was Keigo moving your head.) As you let your head dip down, finding it hard to keep up. Your head becoming heavy and fuzzy. Almost like TV static.
“S’close, Kei I’m-“ he pulled his hand away.
Bringing it to cheek and wiping off your slick. Laughing at the way you blinked in confusion. Your legs twitching together. You were about to protest when Keigo hushed you. Pressing a finger to his lips and silently telling you to be quiet.
“Dabi, Shigaraki, any suggestions.”
You brought your head up, looking at the two males. Your eyes are glossy and empty. You looked like a doll. Lashes clumped together while you slowly blinked.
Shigaraki shivered, standing up and walking towards you. Keigo felt his eyes twitch but forced himself to remain calm. Observing what he was going to do.
His hand came to your face, tilting your head to look up at him. Shigaraki’s eyes glancing at Keigo's before leaning closer to you. The memory from earlier in the pantry flashing through his head. He still wanted to kiss you.
You fluttered your lashes, tilting your head and looking at him. “Shiggy, do you wanna’ kiss me?” You slurred, leaning into him. He blinked a few times, his lips pressing together as he felt himself get nervous. You gave him a cute fucked out smile, quickly glancing at Keigo. Trying to give silent approval before continuing your actions.
Keigo briefly nodded, making you look back at shigaraki and nodded lightly. Feeling his hand pull you towards him softly. Pressing your lips to his. A part of you was surprised by how slow and soft he was. Slowly moving his lips against yours. You pulled back, running your tongue over your lips and looking to the side. “Were you smoking?”
He blushed, “I- I was..” He sighed, smiling back. Nodding his head.
You giggled, eyes moving to Dabi. Seeing was staring at the both of you. You pressed your finger to your lips. “Want one?” You questioned, leaning back in Keigo.
Dabi laughed at the way Keigo was glaring at shigaraki. Standing up and pushing Shigaraki out of the way. Lifting your chin and pressing kisses to your neck. Letting his free hand roam under your shirt. Reaching for your breast and running his tongue over your neck. Enjoying the way you moaned.
“Like that?”
You nodded, pushing yourself off Keigo and leaning into Dabi. He smiled against your skin, laughing taughteningly. “You wanna’ feel even better?” You quickly nodded, watching the way his hand caressed your cheek. His thumb pressing against your bottom lip and parting them. “Open.” He cooed, watching the way you parted your lips. Enjoying the way he pressed his lips to yours. Kissing you perfectly.
His icy eyes flickered to Keigo’s golden ones. Enjoying the utter jealousy burning within them. Smiling against your lips.
Keigo Pulled away from you, placing you on the couch. “Y/n?”
You pulled away from Dabi, a small string of saliva breaking once you did so. Nodding your head and leaning towards him.
“Wanna’ suck my dick?” You blinked a few times, letting the words register in your head before nodding. Keigo grabbed a strand of your hair, pressing behind your ear. Smiling cockily. “Good.” He cooed.
Dabi came behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he smiled against your ear. Shigaraki sitting on the couch and palming his dick. He always wanted to watch something like this while fucking his dick with his hand.
Dabi laughed, “Or, do you want me to eat you out.”
You looked at him, turning over your shoulder and biting your lip. Unsure of what to say. Keigo laughed, “C’on Dabi, don’t be like that.” He sang. “Who says we can’t do both?”
Dabi grinned, nodding his head. Flipping you to your back and raising your shirt, while you just looked at him. Forearms lifting your torso off the ground and watching as he grabbed your panties. Pulling them down your legs.
While Keigo ran his thumb over your lips. Smiling down at you. “You’re about to feel real good, Dove.” You nodded, swallowing the saliva that pooled in your mouth. Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. You heard Keigo and Shigaraki audibly groan.
Keigo nodded his head. “Good girl, knowing just what to do.” He placed the head of his cock against your tongue. Groaning at the wet and hot muscle. You slowly licking it, not able to move too much due to the position you were in
Dabi groaned, seeing the way you soaked the thin cloth of your panties. The way you clit was swollen and sensitive with desire. Begging to be touched, licked, fucked. He pressed his hips to the floor, trying to grind on his erection.
He ran a light finger over your clit. Watching you jolt with anticipation and sensitivity. You shuffled your hips close to him, enticing a small chuckle from his lips. He ran his finger down your slit, his fingers coated with slick. “Fuck, you’re really liking this. Huh?”
You felt your face heat up with embarrassment as you meekly nodded. Admitting that you did like what was happening. You like the attention, the feelings, the emotions. It made your body tingle with pleasure. You just wanted more of it.
Dabi laughed and softly ran his tongue over your clit, your back arching instinctively. Hips twitching in his direction as you were desperate for more. His finger formed a ‘v’ parted your lips as he stared at you. His mind blanking with pleasure. Memories from the night before, his fantasies flashing through his head. He thickly swallowed. Fuck he needed his taste you.
Yet, he couldn’t help himself. The words fell out of his mouth perfectly. “Fuck, you feeling’ good?” He grinded his hips into the floor. His cock gaining some needed friction. Dabi was going to fuck you.
You slurtly giggle, a soft moan leaving you as you nodded your head mindlessly. Just desperate to feel good. Keigo glanced at Dabi, “Well, what are you waiting for. Make the pretty girl feel good.” He taunted, pushing the head of his cock in your mouth. Groaning with a pained expression. Fuck your mouth felt so good.
Dabi didn’t object, just immediately ran his tongue over your bud. Sucking on it as one of his fingers worked inside of your tight slit. Curling up with flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your body twitching as you loudly moaned into Keigo’s cock.
You arched your back, Dabi’s free hand dipped under your shirt to feel your stomach for a moment. Before slowly bringing them to your back and grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to his mouth. His grip tightening once you started to squirm. Gripping onto his hair and instinctively pulling him closer to your cunt.
Keigo groaned, eyes following to the back of his head with every shallow thrust of his hip. The head of his cock dipping into your mouth and coming back out. Before he would bottom out, his abdomen touching your chin with every deep thrust he gave.
Your hot mouth sucking him back in so eagerly everytime he pulled out. His cock sensitive and red with saliva. Shiny with your sticky spit. He could feel a coil in his stomach watching the way your throat bulged with each thrust. Your tongue working around his cock perfectly.
The way you gagged. Couldn’t help but moan and roll your eyes back when Dabi ran his experienced tongue over your sensitive clit. Moans muffled and cut off with every sharp thrust. It was filthy, yes. But god, you were so fucking hot.
God, and it felt so good. You felt amazing, hell you always felt amazing. Keigo always got pussy drunk with you. His mind blanking with pleasure as he grabbed the sheets of his bed. For his thick cum deep inside your needy pussy. He couldn’t help it when he was with you. You just felt too good.
Sometimes it hurt. In one of the best ways possible. Believe it or not, Keigo liked fucking you until it hurt. ‘Til the tip of his cock burned with sensitively and begged him to stop. But, he couldn’t. It felt too good. He liked getting to a point of no return. Mind blanking with nothing but you and pleasure.
Tears pearling his eyes as he couldn’t help but moan into you damp skin. Biting your neck as you proclaimed you loved him. He loved getting you to the point because he knows you don’t even know what you’re saying at that point.
Keigo’s hand went to your neck, grabbing it and jerking himself off inside your throat. His eyes rolling to the back of his head while he felt his toes curl. God, you felt amazing. Your mouth felt amazing.
“You’re doing so good, Y/n.” Keigo praised, his head tilting back when you moaned from Dabi’s tongue. He pulled his tongue out, watching you pant for air. Chest heaving up and down dramatically as he jerked off.
“You talk too much.” Dabi scoffed, talking into your cunt. Removing his mouth and running his thumb over the spot he left. Not wanting to completely remove all your pleasure.
“You just don’t talk enough.” Keigo rebutted, placing the head of his cock back in your mouth. Slowly thrusting it in your mouth. Softly groaning at the sensation and sight. Neck bulging with the size.
Dabi raised an eyebrow. Grinning slyly. “You want me to talk?” He taunted.
Keigo laughed, “Why don’t you ask the person who it actually matters.” He said, smiling as he pulled out. Your saliva coating his cock, strings of saliva snapping once he got far enough.
Dabi laughed, “What about it, Y/n? Like my voice?” You looked to the side, wondering where the hell he got that from, but didn’t disagree. His voice was nice, really nice. You took a moment to answer, but replied with a quick and meek nod of your head. He smiled, making you turn away.
“Yeah?” He grabbed your face softly, bringing you to look at him. “Of course you do.” His lips met your abdomen. Sending a tickling sensation through your body. His mouth returning to your small bud. Sucking it softly.
Keigo’s hands massaged your breast, making a nice moan leave you. His tongue ran over his sharp teeth as he moved his hand and pinched at your nipples. Humping your mouth as he groaned.
You felt your back arch. Eyes rolling back as you felt Dabi suck on your clit, curling his fingers and moaning into your cunt. You felt your body spasm, your legs squishing around Dabi’s head. As you felt this string in your belly snap. Suddenly going slack as Keigo laughed.
“Damn, you really tired her out.” He smiled, pushing his hips deeper and grimacing. Feeling himself strain before cumming into your mouth. Watching the way your neck contracted around him. Swallowing his thick seed.
He chuckled darkly, running his tongue over his teeth as he pulled out. Watching you saliva coat his dick. Shiny and thick. He ran a hand through his hair, caressing your cheek. “You’re such a whore sometimes, Dove.” He cooed, eyes flicking to Shigaraki. “Isn’t she, Shigaraki?”
You glanced over to him, eyes glossy with tears. You could feel your pupils dilate when looking at Shigaraki.
His cock throbbing in his palm as he panted. Face tinted in red as his bottom lip looked swollen . Like he was biting into it. And his cock covered in cum.
“Damn man, you looked fucked up. Didn’t know you’d be into this kinda’ thing.” Dabi taunted, licking his fingers. His tongue running over his lips.
“Shut up Dabi.” He retorted. Running his tongue over his lips. Eyes darting to you.
Keigo sighed, looking at Shigaraki. “Actually, that gives me a good idea.” He said, “Y/n, get on your knees for me.” He glanced at the couch, reaching for his phone. “Wanna’ show Rumi how slutty her crush is.”
You felt your eyes widen, jumping off the ground and on the couch. “Wait, what?” You said, “Rumi likes me?!”
Dabi let out a breathy laugh, raising his hand to his face. Covering the amused look he had. “Fuck, that’s all you man.”
Keigo smiled, “Of course she does, we all do.” He cooed, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the floor. “I just want to-“ He gestured to the other two men in the room. “Add her to the fun.” You hated how inviting and charming his smile was.
You bit your lip, nodding your head and leaning into him. Placing a small kiss on his lips and pulling back. Going on your knees and leaning down. Keigo chuckled, nodding his head approvingly.
“Good.” He praised, a hand pressed into the small of your back, keeping you pressed between the floor and himself. “S’good for me.”
You didn’t even notice how close you were to Dabi. Him kneeling on the floor, you in between his legs. Looking up at him. Literally.
You flinched when you saw a light flash. Despite knowing what what was happening, you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth. “What are you doing?” Keigo didn’t reply, just pressed his hand between your shoulder blades. Making you shiver and deepen your arch.
“I want fuck you like this.” He said, holding his cock. You felt your legs close, wanting to rub your thighs together. You flinched, feeling his cock press against your ass.
D-did he get bigger?...
You could feel your eyes move to the other boys in the room. Seeing them utterly engrossed in the way Keigo was touching you. Your body is like a magnetic pull, unable to look away. You looked back at his sweat, which was unfortunately worse. His dick print catching you completely off guard. You ended up looking at the floor, face burning in embarrassment.
You blinked a few times, feeling Keigo’s hands rubbing the dip of your waist soothingly before lifting you up slightly. Letting his hand roman over your stomach before squeezing your tits softly. Enjoying the way your shoulders jumped up in shock.
A small moan escaped you as he did so, making him smile cockily. “You like that?” He taunted, “You like to be recorded and watched like a slut?” You shook your head, not giving him much satisfaction. His hands tore away from his chest to the back of your neck. Lifting you up slightly so he could talk against your ear. Chuckling darkly.
“I’d suggest you start talk or I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to.” Your eyes fluttered. Your mouth going slack in shock. You pussy burning with desire, your mind clouding with filthy thoughts.
Holy- this is exactly what I needed.
You pressed your hips closer to his, trying to encourage him to do something. Keigo choked back a groan as he lowered the camera to your thighs. Biting his lip and stifling his laugh. “Impatient little thing.” He cooed, pressing the head of his cock to your drooling cunt before rubbing your clit. Keeping the camera up and ready to record the lewd sight. His tongue poking out the side of his mouth with a sadistic smile. Honestly, that was the best way to describe Keigo’s expression- sadistic.
“Ready?” He asked.
You bit your lip and nodded your head.
Keigo felt his eye twitch in annoyance, his free hand running up your scalp and yanking your hair back. You could feel tears pearl your eyes. “Words, Honey.” He grit.
You felt your lip quiver, pussy clenching needily.
“Yes,” You begged, “Now, stop talking and just fuck me, please.” He chuckled, the vibration of the action translating to you. Before he pushed the head of his dick into you, immediately turning off the recording and tossing his phone aside. Keigo noticed the stretch of his cock made you shut your eyes for a moment. Tears falling down your hot cheeks.
A suppressed moan left you. God, it always felt amazing to be stretched out by Keigo’s dick. His cock curving into you perfectly. You dug your nails into the carpet, toes curling from the sensation.
Keigo stopped, lifting down to you for a moment and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. Before another thrust made you jump forward. “God, fuck yes.” You panted, arching your back and leaning into him.
A slow build of tingles and pleasure shooting through your body, when he moved his hips. His nose was pressing against where he kissed, when you felt his tongue lick up to your neck. A loud moan leaving you from the act. His mouth hovering over your shoulder and pressing a kiss into it. You threw your head back, feeling him thrust into you.
“Fuck- god..” you let your head fall, his cock slipping in and out of you in a rhythm. His voice was bouncing within the room. “So good.” He briefly laughed before grabbing your hips and continuing. Eyes glancing at Shigaraki, seeing as he was fisting his cock. Hips thrusting up into his hand. Dabi palming his cock in his sweats, not giving it his desire just yet.
Fuck. You felt so good and Keigo just wanted to do this all day everyday. Watching the way his cock entered and left your fluttering walls, seeing you desperately clamp on him. Thank god you were his girlfriend, he could just fuck you whenever he felt like it.
And you didn’t seem to mind. Keigo was sure you were thankful for his godly stamina. He mentaly laughed at that thought.
Your body would jump forward with every thrust, your voice loudly telling him, he was doing an amazing job. You shoulder jumping up with every thrust. When he remembered a certain spot you really liked. He then moved to that said spot, making you lowly groan.
He laughed, flexing his fingers. Not wanting to hurt you with his harsh grasp. “This place?” He teased, pressing into that spot again. Your back arched and eyes shut in return.
Keigo smiled a bit, not letting you answer. “Yeah, this spot.” He remarked to himself, continuing to abuse that spot. You gasped and felt him hammer into you. You felt everything, your mind blanking out to just the thought of him fucking you.
Keigo bit back a groan, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he continued to thrust into you. A pleasure he didn’t know he could feel taking over his being. Maybe it was the fact that he was being watched. Maybe it was becuase of how untouchable you were, yet here he was fucking you. Maybe, it was the fact that this was the closest Dabi and Shigaraki were ever going to get to you.
Watching the way he fucked you was also going to be a late night thought. You jolted forward, tears falling down your face with every harsh thrust of Hawks’ hips. His hand pressed to the back of your head, forcing your cheek into the floor. Looking up at Dabi and Shigaraki.
“She’s cute, right?” He said, moving his hand to your back. Applying pressure to deepen your arch. Feeling his cock slow down and stretch your open. “Moaning over my cock.” He teased.
Dabi rolled his eyes, looking at Shigaraki. Seeing him utterly engrossed with the blank fucked out look on your face. Hand quickly moving over his cock. The way your eyes were glossed over, tears falling down your cheeks.
Hawks smiled, “Go on Dove, tell them how much you love my cock.” He teased, “Tell them how you beg me to fuck you everyday. Stretch your pussy around it.” He smiled, leaned back and observing the way you melted into his floor. Pussy clenching around his cock. He laughed mockingly, “Make you my little fuck doll. Something for me to fuck whenever I want.”
He thickly swallowed, taking a hand and running it through his hair. “You want that? To be my cock sleeve? A cumdump, huh?”
You couldn’t talk, twitching around his cock as you melting into the floor. God, you loved this man so much. You loved the way he made you feel. So in love and fucked out. How you couldn’t think straight once you got a whiff of his cologne or shampoo.
The craving you got from wanting to suck his cock. Hearing the loud profanities that left his mouth as he praised you.
Degraded you.
Maybe you had a thing for men that were obsessed with themselves. Fucking whatever opened their legs to them. But, you didn’t care. You didn’t fucking care when serveral men’s eyes were on you. Filled with nothing but desire and need.
I mean, at least Keigo wasn’t completely like that.
You jolted forward, feeling his cock hit the perfect spot inside you made you forget. Made you not care. The deep and full feeling you got every time he entered then pulled out, only to push himself back in. Bully that head of his cock into your tight hole.
You ended up moaning loudly, whimpering. Your cheek touching Dabi’s knee.
Keigo laughed. Raising his voice and mocking your moans. His fingers wrapping around your body to your clit. Rubbing circles to see how you reacted. Getting you to cum over and over again. Just because he was bored.
You couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of him.
And Keigo couldn’t get enough of you. You were so perfect, so docil and frail. It felt like he could snap you if he grabbed too hard. Maybe that’s why he liked you so much. You were something just for him. Something to play with. Whether that be gently or rough. It didn’t matter, you didn’t care.
You just wanted to cum.
“Fuck.” Hawks choked on his breath, biting his bottom lip. “Dabi, you wanna see her squirt?” He thickly swallowed, moving his hands to your ass. Pulling it apart to get a better view of him entering your soping pussy. “She lets out the prettiest moans, doesn't she?”
Dabi shrugged, “Don’t know, maybe.” He cooley said, biting back the groan threatening to leave his throat as your head rested on his thigh. Looking up at him with glossy and swollen cheeks. Your nose running slightly.
Hawks smiled, grabbing your hair and forcing your head up. Forcing you to look at the people in front of you. “Dabi.” He quickly said, “Do me a favor and actually watch me fuck her.” He said, glaring at him. “Get your knees on the floor if you need to.”
Dabi grit his teeth, before composing himself again. “Really?” He said. “Then, go ahead. I wanna’ see the disappointed face on Y/n when she doesn't get to cum.”
Hawks laughed, “I think that means you need some pointers.”
“Fuck off.”
Keigo poked his cheek with his tongue. “Currently doing that.”
Dabi shook his head, reaching his hand to your cheek. Caressing it lightly. Leaning down to your face and smiling, “You like being fucked by Hawks? He makin’ you feel good, Pretty.” You looked at him, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. Innocent eyes staring at him so kindly. He can see why Hawks was so obsessed with you.
Even like this you looked pure.
You nodded, answered his question. He just got closer, “Yeah?” He cooed, smiling at you. “Such a good girl.”
You just melted into his hand, small breathy moans leaving your mouth as you looked at him. Gripping onto his thighs and twitching. Absolutely loving the attention Dabi was giving you. Keigo grabbing your hips and forcing his cock into your little twitching hole. Gripping onto him and trying to get him to finish. Like you were begging him to breed you.
He speed up, feeling you twitch and tighten around him. You let out a high pitched moan feeling that particular bubbling feeling develop within your stomach. His hands meeting your breast and squeezing you. His hand pinching and pulling softly, making the both of you moan.
You pressed your forearms to the ground, leaning your head down and looking down. Your eyes wandering to his dick continuing to press into you. Hitting the spot that made you feel and see stars.
You tilted your head back, feeling him slowly fuck his hip up into you. Your mind slowly blanked.
“Fuck, im gonna..” you felt him speed up, ”fuck.. im!-'' You cried loudly, lip quivering as you shut your eyes. Hot and fat ears falling down your cheeks. Keigo grimaced, feeling you squirt around his cock. His hips twitching as he slowly stopped.
Keigo smiled, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “You wanna’ suck Dabi’s cock?” His golden eyes flicked to Dabi experimentally. Smiling at the way he looked frozen.
You slowly moved your eyes to him, your fucked out expression. Clearly not a single thought behind your eyes as you slowly calmed down. Trying to slowly regain yourself from the high emotions you just endorsed.
Keigo slapped your cheek lighted, “Do ya’?”
You slowly moved your eyes to Keigo, nodding your head weakly, lashes fluttering while giving a weak and sheepish smile. Moaning as you slowly looked up- “Maybe.” You whispered, eyes moving to his dick outlining his sweats. You looked at Kiego, your doe eyes pulling him into you. “Can I suck his dick.”
Dabi felt his mind melt. “Jesus fu- Hawks where’d you get a girl like this? Fuck, man.” He said, slotting himself between your legs. Leaning over your body and running his tongue over his lips. Whispering a- “She’s such a whore.” To himself, not particularly wanting you to hear. It wasn’t by any means a bad thing.
Keigo glanced at Shigaraki. “What about you?” he questioned. “Or, are you fine with watching?”
Shigaraki nodded, “Don’t worry, this is pretty hot alone. Watching a girl about to get split roasted.”
Keigo shrugged his shoulders, he couldn’t even disagree with that. Especially if it was you he was going to be watching.
“Alright then,” He sighed. “Anyways, I wanted to make her cum again.”
Dabi lowered his sweats, allowing his dick to press to your swollen lip. He smiled, “Open for me, Love.” He watched you hesitate for a moment. A big hand coming to caress your cheek soothingly. “Don’t worry, somethings tellin’ you’re really gonna’ like this.”
He watched as you still looked a bit nervous. Eyes dancing to Keigo before smiling fondly. Tilting your head and sighing softly. “Did I tell you where my other tattoo was?” He started, “Do you still want to see it?” You adored how soft his voice was, it made you comfortable.
You nodded your head weakly.
He nodded, pointing your head at his abdomen. “I got it as a dare, definitely not one of my best moments.” On it was what looked like a succubus symbol. “A girl I was talking to suggested it, didn’t know what it meant when I first got it.”
You giggled, leaning close and getting a better look at it. Eyes moving to his cock, which suddenly made the whole situation way more hot for you.You bit your lip before nodding your head. Parting your lip and sticking out your tongue. He smiled, taking this as a silent invite.
“Good girl.” He cooed.
He pushed his cock into your mouth. Biting into his bottom lip with a loud groan. While Keigo followed in motion. Dipping his cock into your pussy.
Dabi and Keigo looked at eachother.
Keigo laughed, “We’re going to have so much fun ruining her.”
Sorry for such the long wait. I completely lost motivation to write this like 17k words in and kinda’ left it in my drafts. Even at this point, I was so over this fic. Like, you don’t even understand. :)
Anyways! I hope you enjoyed it!
Cant wait to drop the other fics I’ve held off on for this one! You don’t even understand how excited I am for that one!
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intertwined* (hockey player!harry x figure skater!y/n)
summary: harry practices at the local ice rink every night, but lately, all he can think about is a specific figure skater that he admires from a distance. when she asks him for some "private" lessons on ice, will they give in to the stolen glances and undeniable tension?
words: 6k
warnings: smut, fluff. p in v sex (on the ice rink 🤭), kissing, dirty talk, cursing, creampie.
Harry tied the laces on his hockey skates tightly. His fingers were rough and calloused from years of practice. He could hear sounds coming from the rink - ice being scraped by skates, pucks hitting the boards, the coach's whistle. Harry gave his laces one final tug before grabbing his stick.
He paused for a moment, taking in the familiar sights, sounds, and smells. The chilly air made goosebumps form on his arms. The rink was like a second home to him. Hockey wasn't just a sport - it was a huge part of who he was.
"Harry! Get out here!" one of his teammates yelled from the rink. They had already started drills.
Harry grinned and headed out of the locker room. The cold air hit his face. He breathed it in deeply. The icy smell, the rubber pucks, the sweaty aroma - it all felt comforting to Harry. To others it might smell bad, but to him it smelled like the game he loved.
Harry stepped onto the ice and immediately relaxed. Gliding across the smooth surface, he fell in line with his teammates. They were doing intense drills - racing across the ice, passing pucks back and forth. Harry focused hard, practicing his puck handling, skating agility, and wrist shots.
"Keep it up, Styles! Work hard and you'll make it to the big leagues one day!" Coach Bradford yelled from the bench in his gravelly voice.
Motivated, Harry accelerated with a burst of speed. He weaved through cones and ripped slapshots on goal. By the end, he was drenched in sweat, hair matted to his forehead.
Finally, the coach's whistle blew, signaling the end of practice. Harry stayed out, picking up scattered pucks, while his teammates headed off the ice. Their skates dug trenches as they went.
"Coming for pints later, Styles?" one of the guys called out to him with a grin.
"Think I'll stay and get some more practice in," Harry replied, already lining up pucks.
His friend chuckled and shook his head. "Course you will, ya hockey nut!"
Harry smiled to himself as he readied his stance at the face-off circle. He took some calming breaths, then launched slapshot after slapshot. Hockey was his happy place.
Suddenly, the sound of classical music echoed through the rink. Harry looked up, distracted, and saw a figure gliding onto the ice. It was Y/N, looking like an ethereal vision in her shimmery white skating outfit.
Harry had seen Y/N around the rink before, but had never really paid attention. Now, he found himself utterly transfixed as she began gracefully spinning and leaping across the ice. Her every move was mesmerizing.
From his side of the rink, Harry gaped at Y/N in awe. He gripped his stick tightly as she performed effortless jumps and intricate spins. Her dance across the ice was like a carefully choreographed masterpiece.
Harry couldn't take his eyes off her. He watched, slack-jawed, as she launched herself into a triple lutz, rotating three times in the air before landing smoothly. Her practice was spellbinding.
Y/N finally caught Harry staring at her from across the way. A flush spread over her cheeks, obvious even from a distance. She looked surprised to have an audience.
The tension broke when a rogue puck trickled across the ice, coming to a stop by Y/N's skates. She glanced down at it, then back at Harry.
"S-Sorry, didn't mean to bother you," Harry called out, feeling sheepish.
But Y/N just gave him a shy smile that dazzled him. "No worries, the rink's for sharing."
And just like that, the Hockey stud and the figure skating beauty shared their first interaction and smiles across the expanse of frozen ice.
Over the next few nights, Harry intentionally stayed late after hockey practice. Sure enough, Y/N was always there too, gracefully practicing her routines to soaring instrumental music.
At first they kept their distance, staying on opposite sides of the rink. They exchanged polite hellos and "excuse me's" anytime they ventured close.
But Harry couldn't resist furtively watching Y/N whenever she attempted a jump or spin. The way she commanded the ice captivated him. Her movement was powerful yet delicate, athletic yet graceful.
For her part, Y/N tried not to overtly gape at Harry as he drilled his hockey skills. But it was difficult to ignore his intensity and ferocity as he powerfully strode across the ice, ripping slapshots or stickhandling between cones.
Little by little, over those next evenings together, Harry and Y/N started making small adjustments. They angled their practices closer and closer to the center of the rink. Neither commented on it, but some unseen force seemed to be drawing them in from opposite ends.
One night, as Y/N spun directly in front of where Harry prepped pucks, he gasped audibly. "Wow..."
Y/N looked up, making accidental eye contact. Their gazes locked and she couldn't help but give him a tiny, coy smile before whipping around seamlessly into her next spin sequence.
Mesmerized, Harry felt his heart thump in his chest. He knew firsthand how much work went into athletic excellence like Y/N's skating. But there was also an indescribable artistry to the way she moved in tune with the music. It was spellbinding.
Harry was shaken from his trance by a puck smacking his shinguards. "Earth to Styles! You still with us, mate?" one of his teammates chirped with a grin from the bench.
Embarrassed to be caught ogling, Harry just sheepishly rubbed his neck. Over the past week of sharing the rink with Y/N, he had definitely lost some focus during team practices.
He took a steadying breath and refocused on drills with renewed intensity. But even as he rejoined his linemates, he couldn't stop sneaking peeks through the corner of his eye at the lithe figure skater.
Later, just as the music crescendoed to a finish, Harry heard the distinct whisper of skates approaching him. He turned to find Y/N gliding to a stop nearby, cheeks delicately flushed from exertion and wispy hairs stuck to her neck with perspiration.
"You have really great puck control," she remarked shyly.
Harry's mouth went a little dry at her proximity and floral scent mixing with the icy air. "Th-thanks. And your skating is just...amazing."
Y/N let out a tinkling laugh at his flustered words. "Actually, I was going to ask if maybe you could give me some hockey tips sometime? It could really help with my edgework and connecting to the ice."
"Yeah, seriously? Of course!" Harry eagerly agreed before she even finished asking. He would've said yes to virtually any request to spend more time around this entrancing girl. "But uh, I should warn you...I'm a pretty intense coach," he added with a lopsided grin.
Y/N just playfully rolled her eyes. "I can definitely handle you."
She skated backwards a few strides, flashing him a brilliant smile that made his heart flutter. "So I'll see you out here again tomorrow night then...Coach?"
Harry nodded, unable to contain his own wide smile. "It's a date."
A strange new energy seemed to crackle between them in the cold rink air. Harry's gaze lingered on Y/N as she glided off elegantly, unable to tear his eyes away from the hypnotic sway of her hips beneath her gossamer skating skirt.
As soon as she disappeared into the locker room, Harry let out a long exhale he didn't realize he'd been holding. He felt completely bewitched by this girl - her beauty, her talent, her effortlessly disarming presence.
For years, hockey had been Harry's sole obsession, his all-consuming priority. But in this moment, he could feel another obsession taking hold - one with this sublime, mysterious figure skater who had seemingly materialized into his life.
Gathering up the scattered pucks, Harry definitely sensed that tomorrow's "hockey lesson" was bound to be interesting...
***
The next evening, Harry arrived at the rink extra early, feeling uncharacteristically anxious. His stomach was doing bizarre somersault twists - an unusual sensation for him before stepping out onto the ice. Normally the rink was his haven, the one place he felt most at home and at peace. But tonight, he was practically vibrating with nervous anticipation.
Harry had been distracted all day, struggling to focus during classes and his morning workout at the gym. Tonight's private "lesson" with Y/N kept replaying over and over in his mind like a maddeningly catchy song stuck on repeat. He couldn't quite put his finger on why the prospect of helping her with hockey drills made him so jittery. It's not like he'd never tutored teammates or younger players before.
But something about the thought of being alone on the ice with the lithe, beautiful figure skater sent Harry's heart fluttering in a way he'd never experienced. Usually so self-assured and confident, Harry was uncharacteristically self-conscious as he laced up his skates tonight. He fussed over making sure his wild chestnut hair didn't look too disheveled, and discreetly applied some of his musky cologne before leaving the locker room.
Stepping out onto the dimly-lit rink, Harry gave himself a little pep talk to quell his inexplicable nerves. "Come on, Styles, get it together. It's just a bloody skating lesson, for fuck's sake. You've been playing hockey since you could walk! What's there to be nervous about?"
But then his breath hitched as he spotted Y/N already out on the ice, gently coasting along with her arms hugged around herself. She seemed to almost glow in the soft lighting, a breathtaking vision in her sleek athletic attire that clung to every tantalizing curve. Her lithe form effortlessly flowed with each stride across the smooth ice.
Sensing she wasn't alone anymore, Y/N slowed to a stop and turned to face Harry with a shy smile. "Oh! Hey there, Coach. Shall we get started then?"
"Y-Yeah, of course! Let's do this," Harry replied with an overcompensating bravado, giving his head a little shake as if to dispel his nerves.
Y/N giggled at his awkward bravado, the tinkling sound making Harry's heart skip a beat. "Don't look so tense! It's just me."
Her teasing only made Harry feel more flustered as a smile tugged at his lips. "Exactly. It's...just you."
They both let those words hang there heavy between them for a moment, their eyes locked together across the wide ice. Then, as if through unspoken agreement, they simultaneously broke into laughter at their own silly tension.
"Right, okay then! Let's start with some basic stickhandling and power skating drills," Harry finally announced in his best "coaching" voice, scooping up a few pucks.
"Lead the way, Coach Styles!" Y/N gamely agreed with a grin.
For the next little while, some of Harry's nerves settled as he fell back into that familiar pattern of running drills, feeling assured and authoritative in his element. He put Y/N through a series of intense stickhandling routines - dribbling the puck between complicated cone patterns, making tight turns while handling the puck in circles, deking around obstacles with fast crossovers.
To her credit, Y/N worked diligently and didn't complain once, even when sweat began dampening her brow. Her exceptional skating prowess and coordination definitely helped her pick up hockey skills quickly. But the occasional fumbles and slips still drew some gentle teasing from Harry.
"Not quite, figure skater! You've got to keep your edges lower on crossovers," he tutted, flashing her a smirk as she wobbled slightly after messing up a pivot.
"Oh do forgive me, your Highness! Some of us don't have as much practice making aggressive cuts back and forth, you know!" she shot back with a laugh, planting her hands on her hips.
"No excuses, no excuses! How else are you gonna improve?" Harry quipped, skating lazy circles around Y/N while she caught her breath. His gaze kept drifting down to the sheen of sweat glistening along the graceful curve of her neck.
They fell into an easy back-and-forth banter, with Harry analyzing her form and gently course correcting when needed. For her part, Y/N chirped right back and seemed utterly unafraid to get a little sassy with her "coach."
At one point, after completing a rapid succession of puck handling sequences, Harry noticed a few loose strands of Y/N's hair had escaped her French braid to stick damply against her flushed face and neck. Before he could even really process the impulse, Harry found himself reaching out to gently brush the damp locks behind her ear.
Both of them froze at the sudden intimate gesture. Harry opened his mouth to quickly apologize for the overstep. But the words died in his throat when he glanced up and found Y/N gazing at him through hooded lids, her coy smile and flushed cheeks making his heart restart with a hard thud.
"I, uh...think you're ready to move on to some shooting drills now," Harry rasped in a low tone, reluctantly taking a step back and scooping up a few pucks.
They settled into the familiar rhythm of Harry rapidly feeding Y/N pucks while she whipped shot after shot towards the empty net. Her skating power and edgework were superb as she leaned into the lightning-fast wristers, putting her full body weight behind every blistering attempt on goal.
But as the drill progressed, Harry could see Y/N's form gradually getting sloppier as fatigue set in. Her shots lost some of their zip, her tight core beginning to hunch over. When one weak wrister fluttered harmlessly wide of the net, Harry blew his whistle to pause the action.
"Take a break for a minute, get some water," he urged in a tone much gentler than his usual coaching bark. Harry skated over to the bench and grabbed his own water bottle, downing a long pull. He watched Y/N do the same out of the corner of his eye as she bent over, those same wispy strands of hair falling to curtain her flushed face once more.
As she straightened back up, Harry felt his breath catch in his throat at the way Y/N's tight athletic top clung to her curves, damp with perspiration. He subconsciously licked his lips, feeling his mouth go dry with a sudden burst of dizzying arousal. Quickly looking away, Harry scrubbed a hand through his wild locks and cleared his throat roughly.
"Not bad at all for your first go with hockey drills. You've definitely got the fundamentals down pat."
Y/N shot him a radiant smile, seeming utterly unaware of the effect she was having on her coach as she smoothed back her sweaty hair. "Well, I do have an awfully good teacher pushing me hard."
"Don't sell yourself short," Harry countered, feeling his pulse spike at her playful flirtiness. He tried to keep his tone casual, but his voice still came out a bit lower and rougher than intended. "Your strong core, killer edges, and flexibility from skating give you a really solid base for hockey skills."
"Why Coach Styles, are you saying I have...a killer body?" she teased, enjoying how flustered she could make the supremely confident hockey stud.
Harry's jaw dropped open, her boldness utterly disarming him. "I-I, well I didn't...that's not exactly what I-"
But Y/N just giggled and skated backward, waving him off. "I'm just joking around! Let's keep going, yeah? But maybe take it a little easier since it's my first time handling your...stick."
She drew out the last two words with a salacious wink, throwing Harry completely off his game. His face reddened instantly, sputtering incoherently as an entirely different kind of tension suddenly clung thick in the air between them.
Seeming to realize she'd flustered her coach a bit too much, Y/N reigned in her playful teasing with an apologetic smile. "Too far?"
"No! No, it's...it's all good. Just caught me off guard is all," Harry said quickly, giving his head a little shake to clear it as a lopsided grin formed. Two could play at this flirtatious game. "Let's just say I'm happy to give you a few pointers on stick handling whenever you need it."
Y/N sent him an exaggerated wink, taking her position again. "Looking forward to it, Coach."
And just like that, the heavy undercurrent of sexual tension dissipated again as they refocused on their drills. But it was like a lingering spark had been lit between them, little flirty moments flickering to life occasionally as the practice session wore on.
At one point, Harry skated past closely behind Y/N to scoop up a rogue puck, making sure his firm chest brushed along her back ever-so-slightly. He definitely didn't miss the shiver that licked down her spine at the brief contact, even in the chill of the rink.
Another time, as he demonstrated a proper shooting stance with a high wrist shot, Y/N sidled up to his side. "Like this?" she murmured huskily, purposely pressing her lithe body flush against Harry's sculpted torso as she mimicked his firing motion.
Harry gulped thickly at their sudden intimate proximity, feeling his breath quicken. "Y-Yeah, just like that..." he rasped out, unable to tear his gaze from the delicate slope of Y/N's neck just inches away.
Oh, the smell of ice mixed with her intoxicating perfume, all he wanted to do was take a bite.
With a wicked grin, Y/N slowly extracted herself from Harry's personal space, leaving the poor guy almost dizzy and aching for her warmth again. This girl was going to be the death of him.
After nearly two hours of rigorous back-and-forth drilling, skating lap after lap across the rink, they were both finally drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Y/N paused for a long pull from her water bottle before tossing it aside carelessly and gliding right up to Harry with a gleam in her eye.
"I've got one last request for my hockey tutor..." she said in a low, sultry tone as she drew closer and closer until the heat of her body mingled with Harry's.
He swallowed hard, feeling his heart thundering beneath his sweat-soaked jersey. "Y-Yeah? What's that?"
With a sly grin, Y/N reached out and boldly rucked up the hem of Harry's jersey until it bunched up beneath his armpits. Then she openly raked her heated gaze over every toned inch of his sculpted abdomen and chest now deliciously exposed.
"I want you to show me..." she purred in a low, gravelly tone, "how you celebrate after scoring a big goal."
Harry felt like all the air had been punched from his lungs as her words and blazing look washed over him. He stood there frozen, abdominal muscles twitching beneath her roaming eyes. When she slowly dragged her tongue across her plump lower lip, Harry was utterly undone.
In one swift motion, he grabbed Y/N by the hips and hauled her flush against his body as he crashed his lips onto hers in a searing, desperate kiss. She gasped in surprise against his hungry mouth before instantly melting into the embrace, her fingers fisting into his damp hair.
Their kisses were immediately messy and uncoordinated, all instinct and pent-up longing as they finally gave in to the thick tension that had slowly simmered during their private lesson. Harry angled his head, deepening their liplock as his hands gripped Y/N's lithe waist almost punishingly. She rolled her hips shamelessly against the unmistakable bulge in his athletic pants, earned a guttural groan from Harry.
"Fuck...you're going to be the death of me, you bloody tease," he growled against the sleek column of her throat as his lips blazed a hot trail across her overheated skin.
Y/N laughed breathlessly, the sound shooting straight to Harry's groin. "I'd say I'm sorry...but I'm really, really not."
Growling again at her cheekiness, Harry abruptly spun them both and shoved Y/N up against the dasher boards, pinning her there with his body as his large hands roamed greedily over her petite frame. Bunching up her sleek workout top, he leaned down to trail openmouthed kisses along the soft swell of her belly and up between the lace-capped valley of her breasts.
Y/N squirmed and writhed shamelessly against Harry, little whimpery pants escaping her bitten lips as his calloused hands roamed every inch of her overheated skin finally bared to his wandering touch. Threading her fingers through his wild hair, she tugged his mouth back up to hers for another messy clash of dueling tongues and harsh breaths.
"Harry..." she whined out between electrifying kisses. "I want...I need..."
"What, love? Tell me what you need," he rasped against the swell of her parted lips, hips rutting shamelessly against her core as he pinned her harder to the unforgiving boards.
She gazed up at him through heavy-lidded, lust-darkened eyes, chest heaving. In answer, Y/N boldly reached down and cupped the bulge tenting the front of Harry's pants. An audible groan punched out of him at her touch, his forehead thudding weakly against the brows by her head.
"Jesus...are you sure? Here on the rink like this?" he questioned, even as his hips grinded shamelessly into her exploring palm.
"I've never been more sure of anything," Y/N whispered urgently. She nipped at his kiss-swollen lower lip, peering back at him through dense lashes. "I want you so fucking badly right here, right now. Please, Harry...I need you inside me."
That was all the encouragement Harry needed before crashing his lips back to Y/N's in another messy, fiery kiss. One large hand slid around to cup her arse, grinding her core more firmly against the rigid length of him. She rewarded him with a broken whimper into his mouth.
With his free hand, Harry blindly tugged Y/N's leggings and knickers down in one impatient tug until they were a rumpled pool around her ankles. She quickly kicked them aside, spreading her thighs wantonly as Harry settled in the cradle of her hips.
They both groaned in unison as the their centres made contact, Harry's clothed length nestling snugly against Y/N's slick, molten heat. Reaching between their flush bodies, Y/N deftly freed Harry's straining cock to spring free from the confines of his pants. She traced the plump velvet head teasingly, drinking in Harry's desperate whine against her lips.
"Fuck me..." Harry panted, rutting shamelessly against her hand. "Y/N, please let me fuck you, baby."
That was all the encouragement she needed before guiding his broad tip to her entrance. They both cried out in unison as Harry bottomed out in one slick thrust forward, his thick cock fitting snugly inside her with a soft punch of air. The thick length prodded into her deliciously, kissing the back of her damp cervix. They stilled together for a wild heartbeat, trembling mouths and sweat-dampened foreheads pressed flush as they adjusted to the heady feeling of being so intimately connected.
Harry was the first to move, withdrawing his hips in a slow grind before slamming back home, driving a guttural moan from Y/N's parted lips. He set a punishing pace, his strong arms and thighs flexing with the effort of moving them both against the rigid boards. Y/N wrapped her toned legs high around his flexing hips, nails raking down his rigid back as he jackhammered into her welcoming body over and over.
“Oh fuck, Harry-just like that, like that, yeah–” Y/N moaned once more, grinding her hips against his pelvis, his cock twitching isnide her cunt at the sensation.
“Oh Jesus, you’re so damn hot, you know taht?” he panted into her mouth, their damp clothes sticking togtehr in a sweaty mess. But the way they made each other feel, it was all worth it.
They panted out harsh, shuddering breaths, slick skin slapping together obscenely in the silence of the empty rink. Y/N babbled out breathy moans and curses, struggling to muffle the loud echoes with her face buried in the sweaty curve of Harry's neck. She bit down on it occasionally, earning a groan from him as she paired it with desperate clenches around his length.
But her unraveling cries only spurred him on, his cock driving into her with rougher, more frantic strokes until they were both hovering right on the edge.
With a few more powerful snaps of his hips, Y/N’s back arched like a bow and screamed out her climax, creamy inner walls fluttering spastically around Harry's thick length. The sudden gripping contractions yanked Harry's own orgasm from him in hot bursts as he brokenly shouted out his release, teeth sinking into the supple juncture of Y/N's neck and shoulder, something he had been waiting to do since teh night they met.
They clung together in a sweaty, panting jumble of sated limbs, chests heaving as they slowly drifted back to earth. Little aftershocks still rippled through them both until finally Harry drew his head back, blissfully dazed as he gazed at the thoroughly rumpled and glowing girl in his arms.
"Well...I'd say you definitely scored one hell of a goal," Y/N panted out breathlessly after a moment, trying for a coy smile despite her wild disarray.
Harry tipped his head back and laughed, the sound bright and carefree as he peppered fresh kisses along Y/N's heated cheek and jaw. "Lucky shot, beautiful..."
They held each other for a long stretch, neither willing to break the intimate embrace just yet despite the chilled rink air now raising goosebumps across their sweat-slickened skin. Harry nuzzled deeper against Y/N's neck, breathing in her lingering floral scent heavily tinged with sweat and arousal.
Eventually though, Harry reluctantly eased Y/N's trembling legs back to the floor, steadying her with a firm arm around her waist. Looking around the dim rink with a lopsided smile, he gave a low chuckle at the state of complete disarray - sopping workout clothes, towels, and water bottles strewn everywhere around them, plus a naughty new addition of Y/N's lacy panties lying crumpled against the boards where their heated frenzied began.
Y/N looped her arms loosely around Harry's neck, her coy eyes sparkling with mirth as she gazed back at him adoringly. Harry leaned in again to capture her lips in a sensual, unhurried kiss, reveling in the taste and feel of her. When they finally broke apart again, he pressed his forehead to hers with a contented sigh.
"Fancy grabbing a pint with me when we're done cleaning up this unholy mess?" Harry murmured, pressing his forehead to Y/N's with a contented sigh. "I'll even let you order me around a bit more."
"Is that supposed to be an incentive?" Y/N countered with a throaty chuckle, lazily trailing her fingertips through the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck. "Because I was rather enjoying calling the shots just now."
"Oh you cheeky minx," Harry growled playfully before surging in to capture her lips in another heated kiss. He walked them backwards until Y/N's back hit the boards again with a dull thud, caging her in with his body as his large hands roamed eagerly over her bare curves.
Y/N mewled softly into his ravenous mouth, welcoming the slide of his tongue stroking intimately against her own. Her limbs felt heavy and lax, muscles still tingling from the mind-blowing release mere minutes ago. But she could already feel a new ember of need beginning to stoke low in her belly as Harry's sweat-slicked skin glided feverishly against hers.
One of his big hands boldly slid down to cup her arse, hauling Y/N's pliant body flush to grind against the feel of his new arousall. She gasped at the electrifying friction, breaking their liplock on a broken whine.
"Harry...already? I can barely feel my legs!"
"Sorry love, what was that?" he rumbled right back, swirling his hips in a deliberate grind to drag his impressive length along her drenched folds. "Did you want me to stop?"
"No! God no, please don't stop," Y/N hurriedly corrected on a breathless keen as Harry sealed his mouth over her thundering pulse point. His other large hand boldly palmed her breast, callused thumb rasping over her peaked nipple until she shuddered.
"Good girl," he praised in a gravelly tone before biting down sharply on the tendon at the base of her throat.
Y/N jolted with a strangled cry at the tantalizing sting, her back bowing sharply away from the unforgiving barrier at her spine as her legs instinctively scissored wider around Harry's hips. Lust roared through her veins again, thick and heady as their slick skin slid together with the beginnings of a fervent grind.
Lips and teeth clashed in a heated duel once more, the rink filling with harsh pants and whines muffled against sweat-dampened skin. Harry was already throbbing and more than ready to bury himself back inside Y/N's snug, fluttering heat. But he purposefully held off, delighting in slowly winding them both into a lascivious frenzy with nothing but sinuous rolls of his hips and fervent caresses.
"Need you inside me," Y/N groaned at last, using her heels to dig into Harry's firm arse and pull him infinitesimally closer until his rigid length prodded against her drenched entrance. "Harry please, I can't wait anymore. Fuck me again, love."
He gave a gruff sound of approval at her shameless pleading, the authoritative command fueling his already ravenous lust into an outright inferno. Capturing her mouth in another seering kiss, Harry easily hitched Y/N's leg up over his hip before finally sheathing himself inside her with one powerful snap of his hips.
They both cried out in unison at the feeling of being so intimately reconnected, Y/N's sweet whimper swallowed by Harry's desperate groan. He set an immediately brutal pace, pulling nearly all the way out before pounding back in with punishing strokes, letting the delicious tension coil and crescendo.
Y/N's broken whimpers and moans filled the rink, echoing back at them from the vacant rafters as her petite frame was pinned and jolted by Harry's fervent tempos. One hand scrabbled at the abused boards behind her, trying in vain to find purchase as the other fisted and yanked wildly through Harry's sweat-dampened locks.
"Yes! Yesyesyes..." she babbled mindlessly on each jarring upstroke that grinded deliciously against that molten front wall of nerves. "Oh fuck, Harry...just like that, god yes!"
Harry only growled in response, using his bulk and powerful thighs to hammer into her molten core with somehow even more brutal strokes. His teeth found purchase on the feverish juncture of Y/N's neck and collar, sucking a blossom of arousal to the surface as his hips snapped forward in a punishing grind.
It went on that way, the only sounds filling the rink their harshly mingled cries and the thunderous squelch of flesh meeting slickly in an unforgiving, wild rut. As they spiraled ever higher towards their mutual crescendos, Harry and Y/N's movements turned almost frenzied and animalistic in their unbridled need.
With a few more piston thrusts of his hips, Y/N detonated first. Her eyes rolled back and mouth dropped open on a guttural, sobbing cry of rapture. Every muscle in her lithe body locked up in an archway of pure ecstasy, inner muscles fluttering as she fell over the sweet euphoric release, her stomach tingling with adoration as he looked at her like she was the oly woman in the world.
“Fuck me…” she giggled, but it was immediately transformed into a broken moan as his hips snapped into her quivering entrance once more, her back arching towards his mouth as he latched onto her swollen nipples once again.
His hips snapped inside her–once, twice, thrice–before he was spilling himself inside her, her warmth clinging to him like a comforting embrace that made both their hearts skip a beat.,
***
After their intense intimate encounter on the ice, Harry and Y/N took a few moments to catch their breath and bask in the afterglow. They held each other close, exchanging tender kisses and caresses as their rapidly beating hearts eventually began to settle.
Looking around at the state of disarray they had left the rink in - scattered equipment, towels, water bottles strewn about - Harry chuckled softly against Y/N's tousled hair. "I'd say we've properly christened this ice in a completely unholy way."
Y/N laughed lightly, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Even amid the chill of the rink, she felt deliciously warm and content cocooned in Harry's strong embrace. "Well they do say no place is too sacred for certain activities."
"Cheeky thing, you are," Harry murmured affectionately, trailing his knuckles along the gentle curve of her flushed cheek. He dipped his head to capture her lips in another lingering kiss, savoring her taste and the feel of her body melting against his.
Eventually they knew they should disentangle and start cleaning up the rink before someone came across the incriminating scene of their tryst. With some reluctance, they separated just enough to hastily redress in their rumpled athletic wear.
As Y/N shimmied back into her leggings, she sent Harry a coy look from beneath her lashes. "So...did I pass my hockey training with flying colors then, Coach?"
Harry snorted at her playful quip, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I'd say you earned an A+ for effort...among other things," he replied with a lopsided smirk.
They fell into an easy back-and-forth banter as they straightened up the rink, tossing towels and equipment into haphazard piles. Every so often, their gazes would meet and linger with a lingering heated undercurrent simmering between them.
Once they had restored some semblance of order, Harry tossed his duffel over his shoulder and took Y/N's hand, lacing their fingers together. "C'mon, let me buy you that pint to celebrate your...excellent performance review."
"Mmm, I do love a good performance incentive program," Y/N quipped, falling into step beside Harry towards the exit.
An easy, companionable silence fell over them as they made their way out of the deserted rink and into the crisp night air. Stealing a glance at the beaming beauty beside him, Harry felt a contented calm settle over his usual manic hockey intensity.
He wasn't sure what this new...relationship?...with Y/N would hold. But in that moment, just reveling in her presence and their newfound intimacy, Harry found he didn't really care about the future. He was happy to just bask in the feeling of her hand in his and the memory of her cries of pleasure echoing through the rafters.
As they strolled along, their joined hands swung lightly between their bodies. Harry grinned to himself, already wondering if he could convince Y/N of a repeat "lesson" very soon...
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There is nothing quite like writing about Miles telling Alex to get down on all fours....
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it's 4 am and reading dew getting fucked dumb silly is giving me some horny thoughts right now and here's one of them!
Aether fucking Dew Silly and filling Him up so roughly that dew can still feel cum dripping down his legs all day making him Unsaitablely horny, horny to the point he can't focus. Dew ends up goin into aether's room and starts masturbatin, calling out aether's name. unknown to him aether's is in there behind the bathroom masturbating listening in on dew.
fast forward a bit, aether is eating out dew and maybe fisting him feeling his insides coated with cum. fisting him until dew has a fucking mega orgasm that leaves him Trembling and satisfied for like a week. After all that, daddy aeth does aftercare treating dew like a queen.
Sopping wet satisfied Fucked out Queen~
Who deserves love~
@royalchachi and @running-ace21 demanded a tag for this one. Hope it lives up to the hype.
Dew's wet.
He's sticky and sloppy between his legs. It's been distracting him all day. Ever since Aether woke him up by grinding against the cleft of Dew's ass. Ever since Aether shoved his face into the pillows and fucked him open until he sobbed.
Then he had to go to breakfast and drink his coffee with everyone else, pretending he wasn't sore, and used, and dripping. Pretending his eyes were puffy from lack of sleep and not from getting his brains fucked out before he was even fully awake.
It's chore day. He's spent the last few hours shambling around the chapel. Polishing priceless artifacts with careless, trembling hands.
If Aether had cleaned him up after, or let him take a shower, he might be ok. He wouldn't be walking around with the reminder of his morning soaking into his boxers, drying tacky on his thighs. But Aether had thrown his clothes at him and claimed they were late.
Late for what? Dew'd asked and Aether didn't answer. It feels like a game, a test. Something Aether is trying to learn about him without actually asking. Dew hates feeling like he's failed when he doesn't even know the rules.
He's been hard all day on and off. Waxing and waning with lack of stimulation. But the burn of arousal has been there the whole time. Low and lurching in his gut. Every time he crouches down to grab something he feels what Aether's done to him. It sends a zap of pleasure up his spine to rattle his brain stem.
He does an even shittier job on his chores than he usually does. Leaving relics half cleaned. Leaning into the fact that Copia won't notice or care, and Sister will be too busy to check.
If worse comes to worst he'll blame it on a sibling.
He has to do something about this. Right now.
It's after lunch when he finally pries himself away from his duties. He knocks on Aether's door instead of going to his own room. He isn't sure if he wants an answer or not. Part of him wants to lay on Aether's bed, press his face into his pillows, inhale the lavender and honey smell of him, and fuck himself on Aether's bedsheets until he cums.
The other half is hoping Aether finished with his chores early and is willing to go for another round.
Either way, he needs to get off, and he needs to get off, now.
There's no answer from Aether's room, but the door is unlocked--like always. He lets himself in. He calls for Aether once, and gets silence in response.
He toes his boots off and throws himself down on Aether's bed with a small huff. He undoes his pants enough that he can shove his hand in them, getting his fist around his cock, hard and sticky, and throbbing already in in his hand.
He lays back on Aether's pillows and closes his eyes as he pulls himself free, stroking from root to tip, dragging his palm over the sticky head. His hands aren't quite as big as Aether's, but the callouses are the same, and with the right amount of imagination he can pretend his rough grip is Aether's.
It's very quickly not enough.
He shoves his pants down to his thighs. He spreads his legs, loops one arm under his thigh so he can work his fingers into himself. He can't get deep, the angle is wrong. But he can sink far enough in for a little extra stimulation. He finds himself sticky, wet, still open. The push is easy.
He closes his eyes, back arching as he works himself over, twisting his hand up under the head. He jerks himself off the way Aether does, long twisting strokes, harsh squeezes at the base. He shudders with each pass of his own hand as he imagines it's Aether working his thick fingers into his ass, Aether with his massive hand around his cock.
Dew whines. "Aeth," he bites out, digging his fangs into his teeth.
Aether's bathroom door slams open.
Dew yelps, ripping his fingers out of his body and trying to launch himself off the bed and away, heart hammering in his chest.
He can't help but notice the way his fingers are covered in Aether's cum. He wipes them off on his shirt.
Aether's standing in the doorway of his bathroom. He leans against the doorframe, shirtless. He cocks an eyebrow at Dew.
"This is my room, firefly."
"I...uh..." Dew might have a response if he had any blood left in his brain to think about it. He thinks he's doing pretty well considering. SInce he has the wherewithal to at least attempt to pull his pants back up.
"Get back on the bed," Aether orders.
Dew freezes. He's at the foot of the bed. The door to the hallway is on his left, Aether's on his right. He doesn't know where to go. He wants to get back on the bed. Wants to know what Aether's going to do to him. But part of him is worried it will be along drawn out thing. And he can't do it. He can't sit here and be tortured. He can't wait another half an hour to cum. It's not possible.
Aether pushes away from the bathroom, he closes the distance. Dew freezes like a cornered animal. He'd put on a good face, and pretend he wants to leave, but the way his cock kicks betrays him.
"Is my cock not enough for you? Not enough to satisfy you anymore?" Aether crowds towards Dew. Dew backs up, his knees hit the edge of the bed as Aether stalks towards him. Aether bullies close enough that Dew has to sit or he'll lose his balance. The second his ass hits the bed, Aether's on him. He drags his jeans off, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder.
Then Dew's knees are up by his ears, and he's scrabbling for something to hold onto as Aether licks a stripe up Dew's thigh, catching his own drying cum and Dew's slick on his tongue.
"Filthy," Aether mumbles against Dew's skin.
"Aeth--"
"You like it," Aether says, violet eyes meeting Dew's. "You like walking around with me dripping down your thighs, don't you?"
Dew wants to deny it. Wants to fight this, but then Aether is sinking two fingers into him all at once and Dew can't do anything except keen with it.
"Satanas. You're still full of me," Aether sounds like the air has been sucked from his lungs. Dew knows the feeling. He drops his head back onto Aether's bed and tries not to drown in sensation.
Aether works him further open, slipping a third finger in with ease. He drags his fingers over the spot that makes Dew's vision go dark. Petting softly, pressing kisses to the messy underside of Dew's thighs, his ass cheeks, the base of his cock, anywhere Aether can put his mouth he does.
He licks a bead of precum from the tip of Dew's cock and grins up at him when Dew's eyes start to roll back in his head.
"Look at this greedy hole," Aether groans, slipping a fourth finger in. "Sucking me in, can't get enough can you?"
Dew shakes his head. It's a lot, too much even. But still, not enough. Not enough to satisfy. Not enough to get him to cum. He squeezes his eyes shut.
He's thinking about begging Aether to touch him, his own hands are beyond help. He can only grab at Aether's sheets and hope to survive this.
Aether crowds his fingers together, pressing them together, his thumb resting under his others as he presses all five in and Dew bows off the bed. He wails at the pressure, at the feeling of Aether's knuckles pressing against him, pushing like he might pop them in at any second.
He's taken bigger. He's taken Moutain and Aether at the same time. He squeezes his eyes shut. His body screams at him, too much, not enough. Get out, put it in.
Aether finally, finally, puts his hand on Dew's cock.
It takes almost nothing. Four solid strokes, and Dew's orgasm rolls through him like a freight train. He sobs. His vision goes black, as his body thrashes with it. Powerful convulsions he feels in his bones.
He comes to in Aether's bathtub. The water close to boiling, Aether's hands in his hair.
"Aeth?" his voice is rough. Satanas how loud did he get?
"Welcome back, firefly." Aether's voice is quiet, gentle. "How do you feel?"
"Tired. Sore. What the fuck, Aeth. I think you ruined me."
"Only for today. Come on, let's get you cleaned up and then we'll put on a movie and take a nap."
Dew leans back into Aether's touch. "I get to pick the movie."
Dew doesn't need to see Aether to know he's rolling his eyes. "Anything you want, Princess."
#comet writes#ficlet#butters#unedited#request#filth#aether x dewdrop#dewdrop x aether#aether/dewdrop#dewdrop/aether#dew x aether#aether x dew#dew/aether#aether/dew#ghost fan fic#ghost fan fiction#ghost fic#the band ghost fan fiction
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He'd accepted long ago that some people, no matter how good their heart was or how much love they had to give, would always be alone. It was their lot in life, and Linus had figured out, at the age of twenty-seven, that it seemed to be that way for him.
Oh, there was no specific event that brought along this line of thinking. It was just that he felt ... dimmer than others. Like he was faded in a crystal-clear world. He wasn't meant to be seen.
Who? WHOMST was it that recommended The House in the Cerulean Sea on this godsforsaken webbed site and did this to me? You can't be allowed to get away with it!!
#this stage of my life is just about fiction reading me for filth#isn't it#I can't wait for someone to love him#the house in the cerulean sea
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Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant
Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only)
Previous Chapters : 1-10 on Archive of Our Own
Story Content : 18+, Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Dom/Sub, Sadism/Masochism, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Breath play, Dirty talk.
Summary :
“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.”
She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him?
This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.
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Chapter 11:
Come shove me over the edge
Chapter title is lyrics from "Doomed"
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I was straddling him on the bus sofa with his hand shoved deep into my hair, holding me there as he kissed me with an unmatched desperation, simultaneously so tender and tentative, yet with the hunger of a starving man.
His other hand crept under the back of my shirt, caressing upwards, then pushing back down to grind our hips together, causing me to moan into his mouth.
I wanted nothing more than to continue doing this, particularly to ease all the heartache and pain we’d just experienced, but something was wrong. I knew how he felt now, knew how much he was hurting, so I did the only thing my guilt would allow me to do; pull away.
His wet lips were parted, glazed and confused eyes meeting mine.
“Are you sure about this?” I couldn’t believe I was risking derailing this moment, but a part of me was proud for doing it.
“Let me just lose myself in you for a little while.” He said, clearly in pain, speaking the same words he spoke the first night we had sex. The ones that had resonated so deeply with me, confirming we were both doing this to ease our suffering. And suddenly all my concerns went out the window.
So I let go, and dove right back into his embrace.
He grabbed at me, held me and caressed me as if his life somehow depended on it. There was longing in every hip movement; in every moan; in every kiss, lick and bite.
My cravings grew deeper with each passing moment, and so did my need to express what I wanted. So I pulled away again to tell him.
“Don’t go easy on me.” I murmured against his lips.
He frowned, his breath fanning my face, “Then don’t fucking lie if I take it too far.” His voice came deep, clearly as far gone as I felt.
“I won't, I promise.” I responded, trying to convey my seriousness, but it was hard work considering how flustered I was.
At my words the violence came rushing back to his eyes, “Do you know how long they’ll be?” He asked, wanting to know about the guys at the diner.
“A while, Liam’s taking care of it.”
“Then get up.” He commanded, pushing me off of him.
“Strip.” Another command, coming right as I’d managed to scramble to my feet.
I took a quick glance around to make sure I was obscured. The few available windows were small and tinted for privacy, the only way to see in was through the windscreen, which was blocked by the interior cabinetry from this side of the bus, so I began pulling off my shoes.
He watched me through lidded eyes as he unbuttoned his jeans.
Lifting my shirt over my head, I just managed to catch his cock spring free when he reappeared in my vision, causing me to rip off the rest of my garments in a rush.
As I was stepping out of my shorts, I could feel heat spread through my body in anticipation at the sight of him; a hand working its way through his hair, attempting to keep the unruly yet defined locks out of his face as his eyes raked over my body, swallowing me whole. His other hand lazily stroked his cock that was framed by his undone jeans, just out of the way enough for me to catch a glimpse of his balls shifting with the movement of his slow strokes.
“Come here.”
His words came low, resonating perfectly with the hum of my core.
So I straddled him again, this time his hand was holding the base of his cock, ready for me to take it. I positioned myself with every intent to do it slowly, knowing my brain would short circuit otherwise, but he pushed me down on him, causing him to moan as it slid in with ease, and myself to slump onto his shoulder with a whimper as the sensation travelled through my body like a shockwave. I grabbed at the fabric on his shoulders to steady myself, but his hand slipped into my hair again to pull me back into his view.
He appeared drunk with lust as he shook away the curls that had fallen back over his eyes.
Holding my gaze, a grin tugging on the corners of his parted lips. He used his other hand to guide me, to control how I moved on him. I followed his silent demands, willing my body to stay upright, watching his eyelids become heavier with each thrust. The fingers fell away from my hair, both hands grabbing at my hips, digging into them with the same passion his eyes were piercing me, worshipping me.
But I was growing increasingly uncomfortable, the length and intensity of his stare causing something in me to stir, so I leaned back in to resume kissing his neck, and thankfully he let me. His breath hitched as my lips closed over his decorated skin, a hand travelling up my back to hold me closer, the bare skin of my breasts crushed against his shirt, feeling his solid and warm body through the thin fabric.
The fingers still on my hips digging in deeper, demanding longer, slower thrusts.
I followed eagerly, as it also gave me more control over what I was doing to his neck. My hand slipped into his hair, letting it run through it, feel it, play with it. His breath came heavier and heavier as my wet lips travelled downwards, but I could feel myself becoming impatient, my appetites being specific, craving the violence he had wordlessly promised me earlier.
So I decided to take things into my own hands.
Parting my lips, I let my teeth dig into the skin of his neck, as he had done to me so many times before. The most delightful sound escaped him, his fingers digging into me painfully, holding me closer still, encouraging me to continue. I felt a sense of glee as I pulled away slightly, moving upwards, sinking my teeth in again – harder this time.
Whimpering, his hips bucked into me, causing me to let go and fall onto his shoulder, moaning loudly – too loud for a parking lot. A hand shoved into my hair and yanked me back into his view, with more aggression this time.
There it was; the violence I saw earlier. His previously defined locks were tousled, dark and unleashed eyes meeting mine, glowing with hunger. I could feel a depraved smile appear on my features, enjoying the pain from getting my hair pulled so forcefully, so carelessly.
“My turn to play with you.” He said low and pained, before throwing me off of him, onto the sofa, my head rattling from the sudden impact, my insides aching from the emptiness, missing the thickness of his cock filling me up.
As I was laying there panting, staring at the warm glow painting the bus ceiling, I expected him to appear back into my view any moment now; to hover over me and push back into me. Instead I felt his arms wrap around my hips from an unexpected angle, followed by a mouth closing over my pussy. The shock of the sensation made my mouth fall open, my hands grab mindlessly for his hair, raking through it, pushing it out of his face. I looked down to see intense eyes locked on me, watching me, his hands pulling my hips closer in response. He made a rumbling noise low in his throat, which I felt more than heard.
He worked me with obvious intent, focusing only on the parts that would take me over the edge.
Realising he was trying to make me cum, I was almost filled with a sense of disappointment, because it wasn't the pleasure I wanted most of all right now; it was the pain, the torture, the testing of limits and teasing.
He pulled away, just for a second to speak against my most sensitive parts, sounding nearly possessed, “Tell me when you’re close, love.”
Then one of his hands slipped away from my hip and I felt his fingers push into me, and all hope was lost; I was his puppet, and he knew exactly what strings to pull to get me where he wanted me. Especially after how long I’d been riding him, grinding on him, this wouldn’t take very long at all.
I felt myself starting to shake, more sounds uncontrollably spilling from my lips, my hips moving with his tongue, his fingers inside me.
“I’m close…” I said shakily, almost a whisper.
Another beat passed, the edge right there, when he violently ripped himself away from me.
I gasped, desperately grabbing for him, my climax so painfully close I could taste it. Hands wrapped around my wrists, slamming them against the sofa above my head, pinning them in a cross formation in order to keep them in place with only one hand.
He must have known I’d be thrusting my hips, trying to find him, trying to move against anything just to get me over the edge, cause his other hand dug into the side of my hip, keeping me firmly in place.
“Please…” I whimpered, pleading, pained. It wasn’t until I spoke that my eyes started to focus again, seeing him hover over me, pure bliss in his eyes, barely visible through the unruly tufts of hair, a sinister laugh building, escaping wet lips.
Realisation hit me; this was his weapon of choice. Instead of the usual delights, he was instead intent on torturing me by withholding my orgasm.
I swallowed, not knowing how I felt about this.
He leaned forward, applying nearly unbearable pressure to my wrists, and pressed his lips to my ear, his cheek to my cheek, and whispered slowly in a tone as sweet as honey.
“Last night someone tried to force me to cum when I wasn’t ready…”
When he continued his words were absolutely drenched with malice, all signs of the sugary sweet tone gone.
“...You’re a fucking fool if you thought I’d just let that go.”
The vengeful nature of his words; his tone; his actions, caused equal parts unease and arousal to stir inside me.
He pushed off of me, applying even more pressure to my already aching wrists, causing me to cry out in pain. But the agony was a welcome distraction, soothing something in me more than I cared to admit.
I closed my eyes, trying to stay there mentally, to hone in on the pain as it still lingered on my wrists despite his hands having left them, but I felt his tip at my entrance a split second before he pushed into me – hard and fast – overwhelming my senses so much I was ripped away from it, only pleasure remaining.
“Look at me.” He bit out, the same malice remaining in his voice.
My eyes snapped open at his demand. He was crouched over me, furious eyes meeting mine. But the anger quickly faded to mischief as his hand splayed over my pubic bone, and his thumb began rubbing circles over my saliva soaked clit.
Instantly my body responded. I moaned, closing my eyes without thinking, as soon as I did a sharp, searing pain caused my head to snap to the side, accompanied by a loud slap. Instinctively I reached for my cheek, but he was already grabbing my chin, making me face him.
“Keep looking at me.” He demanded through clenched teeth.
A type of euphoria rushed over me as the stinging caused ringing in my ears.
This was it, this is what I was starving for; this is what would set me free. I felt laughter build in my throat as I pried my eyes back open, barely having heard what he said.
The violence turned to wonder and curiosity as he studied my face in his grip.
“You like it, don’t you? Being treated like the whore you are.” He asked playfully.
I nodded, feeling the desperation paint my features.
Wordlessly, he leaned back, slipping out of me. Grabbing at the hem of his shirt, he pulled it over his head, causing his hair to flow out of it with the grace of a waterfall as his head reappeared, and his art covered build to move and shift just as beautifully with the same motion; a sight for sore eyes, made infinitely better by his flushed, lust riddled expression, and his hard cock bobbing gently against his stomach.
“Give me your hands.” He demanded.
Providing him with my hands, he wrapped his shirt around my wrists, tightening the knots repeatedly as he watched me, until I made a pained noise.
I felt myself smile, a sense of peace settling in me at the sensation.
Tossing my hands carelessly over my head again, his eyes darkened, and he slowly pushed back into me.
“Keep your hands there like a good girl.”
He thrusted into me again, hard this time. A whimper escaping me at the motion.
“And if you cum without my permission, I’ll fucking choke you out.”
Another thrust, just as hard. This time his breath caught, and I could feel his dick tense inside me as he was buried to the hilt. An exquisite sensation, especially alongside my stinging cheek, and the pinched skin of my wrists.
I was in heaven, ready to do whatever he demanded of me.
“We clear, love?”
“We’re clear.” I responded through my euphoric fog, and the wicked smile bloomed on his face again.
“Good.”
He reached out towards my mouth, pushing his ink covered thumb into it.
I let him in, not even mentally questioning why, sucking on it for him. When he pulled it out he went straight for my clit, circling it just as expertly as before, this time moving his hips as well.
I was lost to a trance-like state, the concoction of sensations so overwhelming I was struggling to keep my vision on him as he watched me. His eyes were as dark as I’d ever seen them, his expression shifting back and forth between pain and bliss, moans spilling from him. Every so often he’d reach out, grabbing my face, making sure I kept my eyes on him.
I felt myself begin to shake, and somewhere in the distance I could hear the sounds coming from me, and I wondered if he’d let me cum this time.
“Tell me…” He started, his breathing laboured, “...when you’re close.”
Despite his threats, I still considered not telling him and just letting it happen, wondering if it would be worth the risk of potentially being choked out.
But we’d made a deal.
“I’m… I’m close.” I said shakily, feeling my treacherous eyes drift away from him again as the climax was right around the corner.
This time he didn’t skip a beat, he pulled out immediately, quickly followed by another loud slap and more searing pain on my cheek – the opposite side this time – but all it did was bring me closer to the climax as my whole body tensed from the impact.
But it just wasn’t enough to get me over the edge, fading away regardless of how hard I tried to reach for it.
When I came back down I pried my eyes open to see him watching me with heaving breaths, working his dick as he waited for me. As soon as he saw I was coherent, he pushed back into me, the sensation more divine each time he denied me my orgasm.
“Keep your fucking eyes on me, love.” He murmured, lacking all previous aggression, clearly too far gone himself.
He was watching me closely through his wild locks as he kept thrusting into me, his shifting expressions turning more pained than blissful, his noises coming more desperate. Shaking the hair out of his vision once more, he continued his work on my clit, causing me to instantly be right there.
“Stop!” I exclaimed in a rush, knowing he didn’t want me to go over the edge yet. He immediately pulled out again, falling forwards, hovering over me. I was shaking as I looked up at him, I could see his cock tensing desperately in the lower part of my vision, our ragged breaths mixing. I tried to meet his eyes, but they were shut.
When they snapped back open they were intense, instantly locking with mine.
“Fuck it.” He muttered and grabbed my throat violently, painfully, completely restricting my breathing. In the same motion he pushed back into me, appearing more possessed with each passing second as he moved inside me with intent, holding me firmly in place with his vice grip on my neck. Each thrust coming just as hard, pounding exquisitely against my clit, causing my orgasm to continue building, and building…
My eyes rolled back.
I had never felt anything like it. The edging, the motion, the choking, the pain; all of which coexisting and mingling, causing the most explosive, overwhelming orgasm of my life. I would have been screaming at the top of my lungs if I could breathe.
As I was coming back down he let go of my throat, I inhaled sharply while my vision came swimming back to me. He wasn’t hovering over me anymore, instead he was sitting up, still moving in me, watching me through glazed, agonisingly desperate eyes right before his head fell back. His thrusts turned increasingly jerky, and I could feel the warm liquid starting to spill into me. Letting out an absolutely delectable moan, causing a shiver to run along my spine, his head came back up, dark eyes meeting mine before he fell forwards to hover over me again. He began kissing me deeply, passionately, still filling me up, moaning into my mouth with each movement.
Once the motions died down, he pulled away from my lips, only bliss left on his features.
He studied my face for a long moment as his laboured breathing settled, and I found myself doing the same thing with him.
The thought struck me that this could be our last time doing this, and sadness came creeping back. I had a feeling he was thinking something similar in nature as his blissful expression turned more sombre.
He leaned in for another kiss, a gentle one this time. We both savoured it as he lingered there for a while, before pulling away again, sitting up this time, his dick still inside me.
Wordlessly he gestured for my hands, and I provided him with them.
He made quick work of untying me and I felt the blood rush back into my hands, not realising how numb they’d turned. His gaze fell on my left wrist, on a red mark left there from being particularly pinched by the make-shift restraints. So he brought it to his lips, kissing it tenderly, causing something in my heart to tug and ache at the affectionate gesture.
Studying his mangled shirt, he huffed out a laugh – which I could also feel as a twinge from his cock still resting inside me.
“Guess I won’t be wearing this anymore.” He said before nestling it underneath us, between us, in order to pull out, letting the cum flow onto the shirt instead of the bus sofa.
He shot me a warm smile before disappearing into the toilet, leaving the door open.
Sitting up, watching the cum stained shirt below me, listening to the tap running as he got himself sorted, my heart couldn’t stop hurting.
The sex that usually helped me push these feelings aside, seemed to have had the opposite effect this time.
I looked at the mark on my wrist that he had so lovingly just kissed, my thumb mindlessly caressing it, I realised I wanted more of that tenderness, stirring a whole new flavour of fear inside me, making me wonder if it was too late.
Making me wonder if I was already catching feelings for him.
The tap stopped and he reappeared in the doorway, causing me to push that thought so far down it may have been repressed entirely.
His hair was slightly wet, having tamed his curls again.
“I’m gonna go get changed. You clean up, then we eat, yeah?”
His words were so domestic, yet coming from a shirtless, flushed rockstar who just fucked me senseless on a tour bus, it had a different ring to it.
“Wait.” I said, balling up his shirt and clumsily made my way over to him, handing him it with a shy smile.
He frowned at me, reluctantly taking it off me before disappearing up the stairs.
With extra effort due to the new marks on me, I put myself back together, opened the bus door – and windows for good measure.
Grimacing as I took a sip from my now cold coffee, I finally sat down next to him on the sofa where he lounged, casually sprawled, eating his pancakes.
He handed me a pancake before he spoke, sounding entirely too casual considering his chosen topic.
“No more lying, yeah?”
I threw him a suspicious glance as I took the cold pancake off of him.
“I’ll cut you a deal.” I retorted, taking a bite.
With a single cocked eyebrow, an intrigued expression looked back at me, “Will you now?”
“I won’t lie again, and you’ll stop ignoring me.”
It felt like a good deal considering how crazy today had driven me. I also had no intention of lying again so I saw no issue with his demand regardless.
“You’ve got yourself a deal.” A devil’s smile appeared on his face before he tossed the last remaining bite of his pancake into his mouth.
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This is for my Dr, stone fans,have y'all ever sat down and just thought "do I have any useful skills that would align with Senku's goal?" cuz I swear y'all in the literal and fine arts are literally so useless.Why TF would Senku want a writer or a philosopher or a painter???We would literally be the last people to be de-stoned or probably die from the aftermath of a fight
(reminder I am an art student and it's just a shower thought)
#dr. stone#this anime just reminded me of how useful i would have been to society if i followed my dream of chemical engineering#artists are yet again treated like filth even in a fictional world#lots of what ifs#senku#dcst senku#doctor stone
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I was all set to work on posting the first chapter of the first fanfic I've ever written and then I saw a post about Tech being dead and now I am Sad.
I think I'm going to work on posting it anyway out of spite. It's absolute filth with Tech and the reader anyway so hopefully it will help ease the pain or something.
Still firmly in Camp Tech Lives and I will live out my existence in denial there.
#writing#fanfic#fan fiction#tech#tbb tech#tech tbb#tech bad batch#tech the bad batch#tech lives#tech x reader#tech x f!reader#tech x female reader#star wars#sw#smut#absolute filth#help I have no idea what I'm doing#tbb fanfic#tech fanfiction#tbb fanfiction
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