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doveypink · 8 months

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the fire and the flames (that’s you) [megumi fushiguro]

summary: a cold morning leaves you needy for warmth. word count: 2.2k warnings: not sfw (minors dni), gn!reader (vague anatomy), college-aged characters, established relationship, fluff and smut, unprotected sex. a/n: this is set shortly after stay a while, but can be read on its own! title comes from the song prescription by remi wolf <3

Megumi’s room is freezing when you wake up.

Despite resting your head on his chest with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped securely around you, you can’t help shivering. You internally curse Jujutsu Tech for building dorms with terrible insulation; it’s like they want to kill off all their sorcerers. With a groan, you try to get closer to Megumi to steal his warmth. Your leg is thrown over him, and your thigh brushes against something hard. Your boyfriend makes a noise in the back of his throat, rousing awake in an instant. A silence befalls you both. Your jaw drops.

Oh.

“Megumi… are you—?”

He cuts you off, groaning. “It’s cold, I can’t help it.”

You stare, unmoving, as a thought enters your head.

Megumi’s cheeks are tinged red, and he looks at you through tired, half-lidded eyes. “Don’t,” he says simply, a warning. He knows you too well.

“Don’t what?” You try to say innocently, but the rising grin on your face is severely unconvincing.

The messy-haired boy grimaces like he’s in pain, trying to shift away from you, but it only makes the situation beneath his sweatpants worse. “Get off,” he whines, gently pressing a hand against your waist.

“Let me help.” Your voice is soft despite the grin on your lips.

Megumi gives you a disapproving look, his lips parted in protest, but you start up again before he can speak.

“Come on, babe. We’re here, we’re alone… When are we going to have another chance? I’m only here for another week, Gumi.”

Your boyfriend stares at you, his features softening. You do have a point; you’re only visiting for the few short weeks that are winter break, and after that, the date of your next visit could be anyone’s guess. He’ll be busy exorcizing curses (“Sexily,” you would add), and you will return to college. It was hard enough just trying to get clearance from Principal Yaga and the higher-ups for you to visit Megumi here, and he already knows it’ll be hell trying to go visit you. Sorcerers are always short-staffed; the boy is lucky that he’s even had some time off this winter.

With a small sigh, Megumi tugs you closer, pulling you on top of him. “Come ‘ere,” he mumbles, finally giving in.

You’re all too happy to follow his lead, leaning down to kiss him. He puts his hands on the back of your thighs, sliding them in place on either side of his waist. While your lips are locked together, you gently grind your hips against his. Megumi grunts into your mouth, and you smile. You can already feel a small wet patch on the front of his joggers. He rubs up and down your thighs, soft and unhurried. You break the kiss to breathe, noting how he involuntarily tries to chase you, not quite ready to separate. A faint laugh passes over your tongue.

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper against his parted lips.

The boy’s face flushes, and one of his hands moves up to press against your cheek. His thumb traces the outline of your face, stopping to rest at your chin. He has a saccharine gaze, his long eyelashes fluttering as you circle your hips. The motion causes little puffs of air to escape him, a quiet but visible indication of his pleasure. It always surprises you how tender he is in these moments, given that he spends the better half of his days blank faced or scowling in annoyance at minor inconveniences.

You whine, flustered by his benevolence. Megumi laughs — really, it’s just a short huff through his nose — and he lifts you off of him just enough for you to kick off your shorts. You feel the cold air prick your skin and grunt at the provocation. Your lover’s sweatpants are shoved down to his thighs, and you wear a look of devilish satisfaction at the sight of him. You hover above him, fingers wrapping around his shaft to spread the precum dribbling from the tip.

Megumi hisses, blunt nails digging into your knee. Any other day you would tease him, dragging it out until you’re both tangled and messy under the sheets, but you’ve gone too long without your boyfriend. Something twists in the pit of your stomach, and you know that if he’s not inside you soon, you might actually lose your mind. So you raise your hips, lining him up with your entrance before easing down inch-by-inch.

He slides in easily, both of you already wet enough just from grinding against each other. Megumi twitches, his breath hitching as you sink lower. You’re tight, and your walls have to stretch to take the full length of him; it really has been too long.

The moment he bottoms out inside you, Megumi makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. Not a second later, something warm floods inside you. His shaft twitches against your walls, emptying himself without so much as a warning. Your boyfriend’s face turns bright red, and he clamps a hand over his mouth to muffle a moan.

You don’t move. He’s still inside you, spurting warmth into your body as you stare at him in disbelief. “Gumi… Did you just—?”

“Shut up,” he says quickly.

You have a shit-eating grin on your face. “You did! You came so fast—”

“Shut up,” he groans, covering his face with both hands.

With a horribly unflattering cackle, you lean down to remove his hands, kissing his red cheeks. “Aw, baby, did you miss me that much?”

He’s glaring at you, trying to turn his face away. “Stop, this is god damn embarrassing.”

“No, it was cute—”

“It’s humiliating—”

“It’s hot,” you say sincerely, still grinning. “I’m flattered, honestly.”

Megumi stares at you, seriously wishing that he could throw himself under the sheets and die. After a pause, he mumbles, “I wanted the first time back with you to be… good.”

Your features soften, trying your best not to tease him anymore. He really is sweet to you, and it would probably be too mean to provoke him any further. You kiss him, gentle and chaste. “We have a whole week, babe. It’s not the end of the world. And, you know, we could just try again now.” You wiggle your hips as if to prove your point.

Your boyfriend tries to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. He hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to respond. “…Really?”

“Yes, baby. I missed you,” you soothe. Your hips start to roll against his again, and he hardens like he’s been brought back to life. “I was lonely without you.”

“…Okay,” he agrees quietly. Suddenly, his hands grip your waist a little harder than before, pulling you closer. His eyes are full of want, holding you firmly as if you would ever want to leave. “Let’s make up for it, then.”

You instantly feel heat pooling in your stomach. You lean forward, mewling as he holds you flush against his body. A hard clench around his shaft has you balling your fists into the sheets beneath him. Your head drops onto his shoulder, squirming in his grasp.

Megumi kisses the top of your head, soothing your lust-fueled actions. His breaths are ragged as you clench around him, and he holds you tighter. “I missed this,” he says into your hair. “Missed feeling you.”

He’s gentle despite the filthiness of the situation, and it drives you a little insane. You roll against him harder, your hips sliding onto him with ease thanks to the cum he so kindly spilled inside you prior. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck, muffling your whines of pleasure.

Megumi, always so quiet, is desperately trying to hold back his own sounds. He replaces moans for soft grunts and shallow breaths that warm your skin. His nose is buried in the top of your head, dizzied as he breathes in your scent. He starts to thrust upwards, meeting your hips with a gentle slap of skin against skin. His length slides out halfway, then pushes all the way in at a steady, mind-numbing pace that has you holding your breath.

Your boyfriend grabs at your thighs, caressing the skin as he pumps into you a little faster. “I need you,” he groans, his voice breaking as he speaks. He doesn’t like to talk much during sex, but when he does, it sounds absolutely beautiful; especially right now, with his desperate little groans and suppressed whimpers.

You match his thrusts, breathing out slowly. “I’m yours, Gumi. I’m all yours.” The sheets beneath your hands are wrinkled from how tight you grip them. With a hard clench around his shaft, you grunt, trying to hold yourself together. “I love you, I missed you so much,” you whine.

Megumi pulls you down for a kiss, breathlessly pressing your lips together. When he parts from you, he slides a hand to the back of your neck, keeping you close so he can look into your eyes. The eye contact makes you flush, your whole body warm with desire. He exerts enough self-control to slow down, keeping you steady as he fills you. Your eyes grow heavy lidded as he admires you, and your hands move to grip the front of his shirt instead.

Megumi cups your face, a look of gentle concern on his handsome face. “Are you okay?” the boy asks quietly.

You laugh, your hands flat against his chest. “Do you really have to ask that?” As if in response, you squeeze down on him again. Something about his constant attentiveness is thrilling to you, even in moments of passion.

“Of course I do,” he says easily, a light chuckle blowing past his lips. He leans you towards him for another kiss, releasing a low moan in the process. The boy can already feel himself getting close. “Do you want me to pull out?” he whispers, rubbing your thigh.

“Fuck no,” you hiss, denying the notion fast enough that it makes him laugh again. Your walls pulse around his shaft, drawing him further in. “Just… stay right there,” you plead.

Megumi kisses you again, deeper this time, before parting with a small grin. “Okay,” he murmurs before thrusting upwards again at a faster pace.

Your voice is a low warble as he takes you deeper. One of his hands holds the back of your head to keep you in a kiss, while his other hand grips your waist. Your moans are muffled against his mouth, and you both become a little lightheaded from the messy embrace.

Megumi groans against your mouth, and you shiver, squeezing your thighs around his hips. “That’s it,” he encourages you, pushing you further into him. “Just like that.”

The familiarity of your incoming high draws in, and your thighs tense with anticipation. He’s slotted inside you like he belongs there; you whimper pathetically at the thought, burying your face against his neck. “I’m close, baby, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what exactly you’re begging for.

Megumi’s chest vibrates with a low growl into your ear, making you clench down on his shaft. “Cum for me,” he says, shaking as he nears his own release. He stops bothering to hold back his sounds of pleasure, and a throaty moan from him causes you to sway your hips a little harder.

“Fuck,” you sigh, feeling him push harder against your hips. You’re teetering on the edge of your release, clamping down on him with your mouth gaping open as you pant.

Megumi grits his teeth, and he can’t take it anymore with the way your walls tighten around his length. He grunts, snapping his hips up harshly to empty himself inside of you. Large hands hold you in place as he grinds against you, not stopping until he knows you’ve finished.

With the warmth that fills you, it isn’t long until you cum. You feel yourself tip over the edge, clenching down on his still-twitching shaft and coating him in your own release. Grossly wet noises fill the room as you weakly bounce on his length, letting it all out as the collective high washes over you.

Megumi releases a long breath, holding you tight until you’ve both calmed down. Slowly, he helps you pick yourself up off of his length. He slips out of you, and you leak with cum. The sight makes his cheeks warm; you lay next to him, letting the liquid form a pool of glossy white beneath your legs. Your boyfriend leans over to kiss you, his hand cradling the back of your head.

“Good?” he asks, tracing his hand from your neck down to your back.

“Good,” you echo. When you shiver, he sits up to pull the blanket up, warming you both. The sheets tickle your skin, and you press your chest against Megumi’s to get cozy. Your hands snake under your boyfriend’s shirt, and he jolts in surprise.

“Your hands are freezing,” he utters, brows knit together in concern.

A snort of laughter escapes your throat. “That’s okay. You’ll warm me up.”

“Not that I have a choice,” he mumbles. “Don’t you want to shower?”

With an exhausted groan, you say, “In a minute. Too tired to move.”

Megumi hums in acceptance, securing you against him. When your eyes droop and your breathing slows, he doesn’t bother trying to move. He watches you in quiet admiration, feeling inclined to go back to sleep himself. He presses his lips against your forehead and begins to close his eyes, lured in by your peaceful expression.

Megumi was never a fan of the cold weather before, but now? He doesn’t think it’s so bad.

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luv4georgie · 4 days

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moth to a flame.

Lando Norris x fem!medic!fwb!reader

in which formula one star, Lando Norris, suddenly feels light headed during an interview… or does he? he comes up to his favourite fwb who is McLaren’s medic, Y/n Y/l/n, and asks for a little help.

warnings: smut!!, just barley voyeurism, jealous ass reader, fluffy aswell

prompts 16 and 17- “jealous much?” and “don’t cover your mouth, i wanna hear you”

“he seems like he’s good for you”

it was a Friday and Lando was talking to this interviewer about how it went. he was saying he was quite happy and that he was ready for qualifying tomorrow. what he didn’t seem to notice was that the interviewer was getting a little but too close for someone’s liking. someone’s liking being mine. i was a medic for McLaren and i was watching from a-far, watching Lando. every minute or so he would eye me as-well. minutes went by and the interviewer kept getting close and i was kept getting jealous.

about 5 minutes passed and Lando’s smug smile was wiped off and he had a hand of his head, his middle finger and thumb on either temple. my brows furrowed and watched as he said something to the interviewer with his eyes squinted. she nodded and touched his arm before saying goodbye. i didn’t even notice Lando was walking over to me until he spoke “my head really hurts” he said vaguely grinning. i didn’t realise it so i brought him to the little room with my name on it and sat him down. before i sat down myself i felt strong hands on my waist. i looked down at Lando and he was smirking up at me. “jealous much?” he questioned. “i saw you, getting all worked up over me talking to another girl” he said again. “well, what you didn’t seem to notice is that she was getting rather close to you” “oh i noticed baby” he argued back.

my jaw clenched “well than why didn’t you do something!?” i said, almost shouting. he just smiled even wider, amused by my clear annoyance. “because i love seeing you get all aroused” he spoke. my face dropped and that’s when i felt it. the wet spot on my underwear grew. Lando just smiled impossibly wider and my cheeks heated up. he patted his lap “sit down sweet” i did as he said. i swung my leg over one of his and straddled his hips. he moved his hands from my waist down to my ass and rested them there. my eyes fluttered shut to the feeling of his hard-on against me. i slowly started to rock myself back and forth on him. the friction of my pants against him was enough to get me going. “shit” we both whispered.

we carried on like that for a few seconds until he told me to get up, in which i did. as i stood up, Lando’s hands slowly crept up from where they were in place, which was on my arse, and up to the hem of my grey joggers. he pulled them back and let go. he then pulled my pants down to my ankles and let me step out of them. his eyes widened and i blushed “you’re so wet already baby” he said as he ran his fingers down my stomach and over my clothed core. i moaned at the feeling, wanting more. he smirked. Lando then removed his fingers from their place and hooked them around the hem of my panties. he pulled them down in a swift, quick motion.

“it’s unfair” i said in a huff, crossing my arms. “what is darling?” “you’ve still got your clothes on” my eyebrows furrowed and my lips turned down ever so slightly. he chuckled and pulled his McLaren hoodie off of himself, revealing his bare chest. he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off which continued to reveal his black boxers, which had a rather large tent in them. i smiled at the sight and he stood up backing me up into a wall, taking my shirt off during the process. when he did that my flattering black bra was on show. he instantly looked up at me, i nodded giving consent, and brought his hands up to my boobs to massage them. i moaned and threw my head back at the feeling, a fluttering warmth in my stomach as Lando did so. he reached around to my back and unclipped my bra, letting it fall.

Lando moaned into my neck as he kissed it and slowly trailed his kisses down my collarbone and into my cleavage. my eyes rolled to the back of my head as i felt him kiss my right boob and then my left. his fingers went back down to my pussy and circled my clit a few times, before running his fingers up and down my slit. i moaned again at this. “please Lan i need you i-inside of me” i pouted. “to be fair i don’t think i can hold on any longer baby” he responded. Lando pulled down his boxers just enough to free is cock. “even bigger than i remember” i said, smirking. it had been quite a while since we last fucked. and no we aren’t together or anything, just work friends with benefits!

he snaked his arms around my waist and ran his hands down to the back of my thighs, where he tapped gently to let me know to jump up which i did. that earned a small grunt from the both of us. Lando then proceeded to be a dickhead and tease me even more. after, bare in mind, he said that he couldn’t wait any longer. i groaned and slapped his shoulder playfully. he chuckled and grabbed a-hold of his cock and guided it to where i needed him most. with one swift, slow thrust he was inside of me. he let me adjust like it was the first time and after a few seconds he got himself going, all the while holding me against the wall. i covered my mouth trying to cover up the rather loud moan i could feel bubbling deep within my throat but “don’t cover your mouth,pretty, i want to here you” was all Lando could manage. so i did. i let him here me, maybe the whole of the McLaren team heard me i was that loud. “that’s what i like to hear” Lando said deeply.

then he started really moving. it was euphoric. i felt like i was high it was that good. it was like everything was moving in slow-motion. from the way my head threw back to the way Lando pressed open-mouthed kisses to my neck. butterflies were in my stomach and i couldn’t control myself. Lando was thrusting in and out of me at an ungodly speed trying to get us both off. he groaned “fuck Y/n/n” then i started whimpering and looked Lando in the eyes. mine started to prick with tears. “oh i know baby, i know” he whispered lightly in my ear. he groaned and i whimpered and that’s when it really felt ethereal. it was like we were both floating on a massive cloud. Lando pushed down on my stomach and my head threw back so quick i could’ve broken my neck. then we both did it was the same time, we orgasmed together, something everyone loved to do. him inside of me and me on his dick. a string of moans and swear words came out the both of us. my body spasmed, which was still being held up against the wall my Lando. the orgasm lasted a minute or two and after that he thrusted a few more times, trying his best not to drive me into overstimulation.

“that. was. amazing” Lando said between kisses on my lips. i just smiled woozily and let my body go limp. he giggled breathlessly and kisses my temple. “cmon sweet, let’s get you cleaned up” he ripped a-bit of paper off of the paper towel roll and ran it under the sink. he cleaned me up and then himself. we sat down and held each-other for a few seconds, taking in the presence of the other that we both rarely see. “official?” Lando said. i hummed questionably, opening my eyes to look up at him while cocking my head to the right ever so slightly. “do you want to make it official? you and me, i mean” he answered my unspoken question. i smiled “yes” i whispered croakily. he smiled and pressed a kiss to my head until… “Lando!!” was heard from outside our little space.

AUTHORS NOTE‼️‼️ i feel like this is so cute ALSO first smut ever 😝✌️hope you guys enjoyed <3

based of off the lovely @slytherinholland’s request!!! ❤️❤️

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 4 months

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Underneath The Tree.

my masterlist || ask me anything <3

in which, since officially dating harry for a total of eight years now, courting for three, being married for three and parents for two, you’ve both given each other, such wonderful gifts over the years, and here’s a few of them.

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December 25th, 2016.

The soft glow of Christmas lights adorned the living room, casting a warm ambiance that enveloped you and Harry. Nestled next to the adorned tree, its branches cradling memories of past and present, you shared the magic of your first Christmas together. The room echoed with the subtle crackling of a fireplace, dancing flames adding to the festive charm.

In the quiet moments between the two of you, the air was filled with a sense of coziness and joy. Harry's arm wrapped gently around you, you both sat in a peaceful embrace, savouring the serenity of the holiday. The scent of pine wafted through the room, mingling with the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies—a joint effort earlier in the day as you navigated the kitchen together, sharing laughter and flour-dusted kisses.

Later in the day, you would venture to each other's families, weaving through the tapestry of traditions that made your bond even richer. Yet, in this tranquil interlude by the tree, you found the essence of the season—wrapped in love, shared glances, and the promise of many more Christmases to come.

But for now, it was time to give each other the main presents that you got each other.

Harry, with his long, curly hair tied into a messy man bun, looks comfortably relaxed in joggers and a hoodie. The anticipation lingers in the air as you hand him a beautifully wrapped gift, a twinkle in your eye.

"Go on, open it," you encourage, a smile playing on your lips. Harry's eyes light up with curiosity as he tears away the wrapping paper, revealing a sleek box. When he opens it, he's met with a pair of tickets nestled within. His gaze flickers from the tickets to you, confusion and surprise etched on his face.

"Two tickets to a weekend retreat," you announce, your excitement bubbling over. "I thought it would be a perfect getaway for us."

Harry looks at the tickets, then back at you, a mixture of disbelief and joy in his expression.

"Seriously? How did y’manage this?" he asks, his voice a blend of curiosity and amusement.

You chuckle, enjoying his reaction.

"Well, I may have had a little chat with management," you tease, a mischievous grin dancing on your lips. "We leave Monday."

Harry's eyes widen, and a grin slowly spreads across his face.

"You're amazing," he declares, pulling you in for a deep, appreciative kiss. The warmth of the moment deepens as you share laughter and excitement, the promise of a spontaneous adventure adding a special spark to your first Christmas together.

With a grin that mirrors your own excitement, Harry reaches for a set of beautifully wrapped packages.

"Y’turn," he says, handing them over with a twinkle in his eye. Eagerly, you begin to unwrap them, revealing two elegant jewellery boxes. Your curiosity piqued, you open the boxes to find matching gold cross necklaces nestled inside, one for you and one for Harry.

His eyes lock onto yours, a mix of anticipation and affection.

"I thought it would be something meaningful f’both of us," he explains, his voice soft with sincerity. "T’have a piece of each other wherever we go."

You're touched by the thoughtful gesture, and a warm smile spreads across your face. "They're beautiful, H. I love them."

He grins, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"I wanted something that would symbolise our connection," he continues, reaching over to take one of the necklaces out of the box. "Here, let me put y’on."

As he clasps the delicate chain around your neck, the weight of the cross feels like a tangible bond between you. You watch as Harry puts on his own necklace, the matching gold crosses now adorning both of you.

"They say gold represents enduring love," he says, his gaze lingering on the necklace. "I thought it was fitting f’us."

You reach over and gently touch the cross on his chest, a silent acknowledgment of the sentiment. "It's perfect, H. I couldn't have asked for a better gift."

December 25th, 2017.

The second Christmas together unfolds with an air of shared warmth and familiarity. The room is adorned with the soft glow of lights, casting a warm ambiance that complements the joy in the air.

As you hand Harry a meticulously wrapped gift, there's a twinkle in your eye, knowing that this particular present holds the potential for genuine surprise.

Harry, with his short, cropped hair for a recent film role, receives the gift with a curious gleam in his eyes.

The wrapping paper gives way, revealing a framed Manchester United shirt inside. His expression shifts from curiosity to delight as he takes in the iconic red and white stripes.

His fingers gently trace over the imprinted name of his all-time favourite player, Rio Ferdinand.

"No way," he breathes, his voice a mixture of shock and excitement. "S’this real?"

Your smile widens, a blend of amusement and satisfaction. "It's not just any shirt. Open it up."

Harry lifts the frame, his eyes widening in astonishment as he discovers Rio Ferdinand's unmistakable signature proudly adorning the shirt.

A gasp escaped his lips. "This is signed by Rio Ferdinand! How did y’manage t’get this?"

You nod, your eyes sparkling with the joy of the surprise. "I thought you might like a piece of your football hero to hang on the wall."

Harry, still processing the unexpected revelation, is at a loss for words. "Y’didn't tell me it was signed! This is incredible."

Your laughter fills the room, a musical backdrop to the shared moment. "I may have wanted to see your reaction. It's all worth it now."

As Harry continues to marvel at the framed treasure in his hands, you explain how you orchestrated the surprise – a combination of connections and a bit of good luck.

The story adds depth to the gift, turning it into a tale of effort and thoughtfulness.

"You're sneaky, but I love it. Thank you so much," he finally says, his eyes reflecting both disbelief and gratitude.

The room is now charged with a shared sense of joy, the surprise gift becoming a centerpiece of your second Christmas together.

The evening unfolds with a tapestry of conversation, weaving through stories of football matches, childhood dreams, and the journey of the past year.

The framed, signed shirt becomes a symbol of shared passions and thoughtful gestures, creating a memory that adds another layer to your evolving story as a couple.

Harry, still in awe of the gift, reflects on the impact football has had on his life. "Y’know, I used t’dream about playing on a big stage like that, with thousands cheering. S’funny how a game can shape y’dreams."

He always told you that when he was little he used to want to be a footballer like Rio, but then that changed and he studied law at college and now he was a household name.

You nod, captivated by the sincerity in his voice. "Football has a way of connecting people, inspiring dreams, and creating memories. I thought having a piece of that magic would be special for us."

Harry gazes at the framed treasure, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. "You've given me more than just a signed jersey. You've given me a piece of m’childhood dreams, wrapped up in our story."

The conversation takes a turn as you discuss plans for the future, prompted by the dreams sparked by the framed jersey.

"Maybe we can catch a live match together next year," you suggest. "Experience the energy and excitement of the stadium."

Harry's eyes light up with enthusiasm. "Absolutely! That would be incredible."

"Every time I look at this, I'll be reminded of this beautiful Christmas and the dreams we're weaving together," Harry says, his eyes reflecting gratitude.

December 25th, 2018.

The third Christmas together arrives, and the room is aglow with the warm hues of festive lights. You and Harry find yourselves seated next to the tree, the air filled with a blend of excitement and comfort as you exchange gifts. The last present of the morning rests in your hands, a mysterious package from Harry that adds an extra layer of anticipation to the moment.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Harry asks you to close your eyes, guiding you to stand up while holding your hands gently. The room is enveloped in a tranquil hush, creating an atmosphere charged with expectancy.

"Keep ‘em closed," Harry says softly, his voice carrying a subtle excitement. You nod, a mixture of curiosity and exhilaration building within you.

"Now, open y’eyes," he instructs, and as you do, the sight that meets you takes your breath away.

Harry is down on one knee, a small box in his hand, and his eyes gleam with a mixture of nerves and deep affection.

The room seems to hold its breath, and your heart quickens.

"Harry..." you begin, your voice barely a whisper, as tears of emotion pool in your eyes.

He smiles, a tender expression on his face. "M’love, I can't help but marvel at the journey we've embarked on together. This past year has been a beautiful chapter in the book of our lives, and with each passing moment, my love f’you has only deepened."

Harry's gaze intensifies, as if he's navigating the depth of his emotions. "I think about the laughter we've shared, the challenges we've faced, and the unwavering support we've provided each other. Y’been m’rock, m’confidante, and m’greatest source of joy."

The vulnerability in his voice resonates deeply, and your emotions swell. Harry takes a moment, as if savouring the significance of the words he's about to speak. "From t’moment we met, I knew there was something extraordinary about you. You've brought a richness to m’life that I never knew was possible, and with each passing day, I find new reasons to fall in love with you."

The room seems to hold its breath, captivated by the sincerity of Harry's words.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?"

The gravity of the question hangs in the air, and you're momentarily lost for words. The depth of his sincerity and the love reflected in his eyes create a poignant moment.

"Harry, I... yes. Yes, a thousand times yes," you finally manage to say, your voice a blend of joy and overwhelming emotion.

A radiant smile graces Harry's face as he gently slides the ring onto your finger.

"I love you more than words can express, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," he declares, his words imbued with a profound sense of commitment.

The room is filled with a sacred pause as you share a tender moment, the promise of forever binding you together.

The ring catches the light, casting a mesmerising glow that seems to infuse the space with an ethereal quality.

"I never want to stop making memories with you," Harry whispers, his gaze unwavering.

December 25th, 2019.

The scent of fresh pine permeated the air, a gentle reminder of the majestic tree standing proudly in the corner, adorned with an array of ornaments and baubles. The flickering flames in the fireplace cast a warm, golden hue, creating a cozy ambiance that beckoned you and Harry into its .embrace

The plush carpet beneath your feet felt like a velvety extension of the holiday spirit, and the air hummed with a quiet anticipation. The room was a symphony of reds and greens, with stockings hanging from the mantelpiece like eager sentinels, waiting to be filled with festive surprises. A soft, nostalgic melody emanated from a record player, weaving through the air and adding a touch of timeless elegance to the surroundings.

The Christmas tree itself was a masterpiece, its branches adorned with an eclectic collection of ornaments—each one a cherished memory from the past four years.

It was the fourth Christmas you and Harry had shared, but this one held a unique significance – the first as his fiancée.

you handed Harry a meticulously wrapped box, a bow echoing the festive colors. Your eyes sparkled with excitement as he accepted the gift.

"Merry Christmas, my love," you said, your voice carrying the joy of the season.

With a playful grin, Harry began unwrapping the gift, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

"I wonder what m’soon-to-be wife has in store for me this year," he teased, fingers deftly peeling away the paper.

As Harry unwrapped the present, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a sleek Polaroid camera nestled within the box.

"A Polaroid camera?" he exclaimed, a mixture of curiosity and delight in his voice.

You smiled, your eyes meeting his.

"Yes, I thought it would be perfect for your upcoming tour," you explained. "I know you've been planning it for your new album, and I wanted to make sure you could capture every show and all those important moments, even when I can't be there with you."

His gaze softened with gratitude as he took in the thoughtful gesture.

"Y’always know how to make every moment special," he said, his fingers tracing the contours of the camera. "S’amazing. Now I can carry a piece of y’with me on the road."

"It's not just about the camera, H," you replied, your voice sincere. "It's about preserving the memories and creating a tangible record of your journey. You'll be surrounded by fans and experiences, and I want you to have a way to hold onto those moments, no matter where you are."

He nodded, a deep appreciation in his eyes. "I love that idea. It'll be like having y’right there with me, capturing the essence f’each show and the places we visit."

As he explored the features of the camera, you leaned in and gently kissed his cheek.

"Consider it a way to share the adventure, even when we're miles apart," you whispered, the promise of your love carried in those words.

December 25th, 2020.

It was your fifth Christmas with Harry, yet this year held an unmistakable difference. The world outside your cozy haven was in the grip of a global lockdown, casting a quiet stillness over the usually bustling streets of London.

Seated beneath the tree, mugs of hot cocoa cradled in your hands, you and Harry found solace in each other's company. The usual holiday gatherings and festivities were replaced by an intimate setting, the two of you wrapped in blankets as a subtle chill lingered in the air.

The hushed sounds of a city on pause created a backdrop to the crackling of the fireplace, weaving a bittersweet melody.

Despite the circumstances, the glow of the Christmas lights illuminated the room with a reassuring warmth. The tree, adorned with ornaments collected over the years, stood as a testament to the memories you and Harry had shared.

As you exchanged glances over the rims of your cocoa-filled mugs, a silent understanding passed between you—a recognition of the strength found in love during times of uncertainty.

Earlier in the day, you had eagerly presented Harry with your carefully chosen gift.

Harry, with a twinkle in his eye, promised that your present would be arriving shortly. As you sat by the tree, wrapped in blankets with mugs of hot cocoa in hand, anticipation hung in the air like a delicate melody.

Suddenly, a resonant knock echoed through the room, causing your heart to leap with excitement.

You bolted to your feet, the warmth of the blankets still clinging to you, and Harry, with a mischievous smile, motioned for you to close your eyes.

"Keep 'em shut, m’love," he urged as he went to answer the door.

Anxiously, you waited, the seconds stretching into an eternity.

"Okay, open your eyes," Harry declared.

As your eyes fluttered open, you were met with a sight that left you utterly and pleasantly surprised.

There, standing at the threshold with beaming smiles, were your mum and dad.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you rushed towards them, disbelief and joy mingling on your face.

"Mum, Dad, how...?" you stammered, enveloping them in a tight embrace. Harry stood back, his eyes gleaming with happiness at the success of the surprise.

Your mum, still holding you close, smiled warmly.

"We wanted to surprise you, love. We've missed you so much," she said, her voice choked with emotion.

Your dad, joining the embrace, added, "We took Covid tests and made the journey to be here for Christmas. It's been a tough year, and we couldn't imagine spending it without you."

As you all settled back under the tree, the room filled with the warmth of shared love and the rich aroma of cocoa.

"I can't believe you're here," you said, wiping away happy tears.

Your mum chuckled, "Nothing can keep us away from our family, especially not a lockdown."

Harry, having played a key role in orchestrating this heartwarming surprise, joined the emotional reunion.

"I may have had a small part in this surprise," he admitted with a grin. "Y’folks insisted on making y’Christmas special, and who was I to say no?"

The remainder of the evening unfolded in a beautiful blur of laughter, stories, and shared moments.

December 25th, 2021.

In the glow of the Christmas lights, you and Harry celebrated your sixth holiday season together, marking the second as a married couple.

The air was infused with a special kind of warmth, a blend of love and shared history that only deepened with each passing year. As the evening unfolded, you couldn't wait to exchange gifts, eager to see the joy in Harry's eyes.

After Harry opened the gift you had carefully chosen for him, his eyes lit up with appreciation.

"Y’always know how t’make everything feel magical," he said, leaning in for a sweet kiss.

You chuckled at his excitement, quoting one of his songs, "Looks like you've got no control, Harry."

His laugh echoed through the room as he playfully rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll try t’contain m’excitement, but no promises," he teased.

You handed him a box, neatly wrapped and adorned with a bow.

"Merry Christmas, my love," you said, your heart fluttering with excitement. Harry eagerly tore away the tissue paper, revealing the contents of the box.

His eyes widened as he saw the pregnancy test and a tiny baby grow tucked inside.

He looked up at you, a mix of disbelief and joy on his face.

"Is this... is this real?" he asked, his voice filled with emotion.

You nodded, tears shimmering in your eyes as you confirmed, "Yes, H. We're going to be parents."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Harry processed the incredible news. His eyes never left yours as he carefully cradled the pregnancy test and the baby grow.

"I'm going to be a dad," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and love.

You nodded again, unable to hold back the tears of happiness that now spilled freely.

"We're going to be parents, Harry," you whispered, reaching out to hold his hands. His grin stretched from ear to ear as he pulled you into a tight embrace, his excitement matching yours.

Amidst the soft glow of Christmas lights, you and Harry shared a moment that would forever be etched in your memories. The room echoed with laughter, love, and the promise of a new chapter.

As Harry held the pregnancy test and baby grow close, you both reveled in the magic of the season and the incredible gift of starting a family together.

December 25th, 2022.

In the soft glow of the seventh Christmas lights, your home was filled with a warmth that went beyond the twinkling decorations. This year marked a significant milestone as you and Harry celebrated your first Christmas as parents to a little two-month-old son named Arthur.

As the fireplace crackled, casting dancing shadows on the walls, you couldn't help but marvel at the joy that this tiny bundle brought into your lives.

Arthur's birth, just two months ago, was a moment etched in time. Contrary to expectations, his arrival was like a gentle whisper of snow – serene and magical. The labor was swift, and he seemed to come into the world with a spirit of lightness. With his shock of curls and green eyes that mirrored Harry's, Arthur was a testament to the beauty of new beginnings and the shared features of a loving family.

As the days turned into weeks, Arthur became a living embodiment of joy. His laughter echoed through the halls, bringing a sense of completeness to your home. His tiny fingers wrapped around yours, and his coos seemed to create a melody that underscored the holiday season. The Christmas tree, adorned with ornaments collected over the years, now held a new significance as it watched over your growing family.

Harry handed you a delicately wrapped gift, a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. As Arthur lay peacefully in his arms, fast asleep on Harry's chest, you couldn't help but marvel at the scene of your little family by the tree. With a warm smile, you accepted the gift, eager to discover what Harry had chosen for you this Christmas.

Gently unwrapping the package, you revealed a small box, and Harry's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"M’hope y’like it," he said, his voice soft. "S’something special."

Opening the box, you discovered a beautifully crafted bracelet, adorned with a charm that held Arthur's birthstone. Your eyes widened in awe as you traced your fingers over the delicate piece of jewelry.

"Harry, it's stunning," you exclaimed, your heart swelling with emotion.

Harry grinned, a mixture of relief and joy evident in his expression.

"I wanted y’to have something to always carry a piece of Arthur with you," he explained, his voice tender. "His birthstone seemed like the perfect way t’capture the magic f’the day he came into our lives."

You carefully fastened the bracelet around your wrist, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of the moment.

"It's perfect, Harry. Thank you," you whispered, your gaze lifting to meet his. In that shared glance, you saw the depth of his love and the significance of the thoughtful gift.

As Arthur continued to slumber on Harry's chest, the three of you remained nestled by the Christmas tree.

"I wanted this Christmas to be extra special," Harry admitted, running his fingers through Arthur's soft curls. "With our little family, it already is."

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Harry's cheek.

"It's more than special, it's perfect," you assured him, your heart overflowing with gratitude for the thoughtful gesture and the love that enveloped you.

December 25th, 2023.

n the soft glow of the eighth Christmas lights, the air was filled with the warmth of shared love and the laughter of family. Under the twinkling tree, you, Harry, and your one-year-old son Arthur created a cozy scene.

Arthur, a complete daddy's boy, nestled on Harry's lap in his pajamas, his messy curls adding an adorable touch to the festive atmosphere.

As you handed Harry his gift, a smile played on your lips, anticipating the joy of the moment.

"This one's from both of us," you said, the excitement palpable in your voice. Arthur, sensing the festive spirit, wiggled in Harry's lap, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Harry's eyes twinkled as he took the gift, Arthur's little hands immediately reaching out to help unwrap it.

"Alright, little buddy, let's see what mama got me," Harry chuckled, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Arthur.

The room echoed with the sounds of paper rustling and Arthur's gleeful laughter.

As Harry unwrapped the present, revealing the photo book filled with memories, his eyes widened in surprise.

"S’this...?" he began, his voice catching with emotion. You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips, and Harry flipped the cover open to the first page.

The journey through time commenced with the first date, captured in a candid snapshot that froze the excitement of a budding romance.

"Wow, look at us," Harry chuckled, his fingers gently tracing the image. "Seems like a lifetime ago."

The pages turned, unveiling moments etched in your shared history— the first picture together back in 2015, the laughter and love evident in the captured smiles.

"Remember this?" you asked, a fondness in your voice.

As the pages continued to unfold, Harry's eyes moved to the night he proposed on Christmas Day back in 2018.

"That was the best Christmas ever," he reminisced, his gaze lingering on the image of that magical moment.

Arthur glanced at the photos in the book and , began hitting the pages, yelling "Dada" with infectious joy as he recognized the familiar face.

The journey of the photo book brought forth the day Arthur was born, a pivotal chapter that transformed your lives.

"Look at him, our little guy," Harry exclaimed, a proud smile on his face as Arthur gleefully pointed at pictures of his dada. "S’grown so much."

Amidst the turning pages, the room resonated with laughter, nostalgia, and the shared joy of reliving cherished memories.

"Y’captured every milestone, every smile," Harry remarked, his eyes expressing a depth of gratitude.

Arthur, fully engrossed in the photo book, continued hitting the pages with exuberance.

"Dada! Dada!" he repeated, his small hands reaching out as if trying to touch the images of his father.

As the journey through the photo book neared its end, Harry's eyes were filled with a mixture of love and awe.

"S’is the most thoughtful gift," he said, pulling you into a tender embrace.

"Thank you f’capturing our story."

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Hello! For the Gaz requests, how about Gaz being a total gym rat when he’s on leave and reader really benefitting from his spike in libido after his work outs please and thank you. I’d love if you can make it kinda silly.

“You’re stinky.”

He huffs a laugh into your neck, arms encircling your waist as he crowds you against the kitchen counter. It’s true. He smells like the sharp scent of sweat that he hasn’t bothered to rinse off before finding you and pressing kisses up your nape in a clear sign of eagerness. You had counted the steps he’d taken as he opened the door, had heard the thump of his gym bag in the hallway before he’d embraced you from behind, one hand teasing the bottom of your shirt suggestively.

He presses a kiss to the underside of your jaw in an insincere apology. You can tell, he’s smiling against your skin.

“Sorry.” He offers noncommittally, and there’s laughter in his voice. It warms you through, this pleased, sunny mood of his that bleeds into your soul and sparks a tender flame of affection. “Just got back from the gym.”

“I can tell.” You remark wryly, and make a point to sniff loudly with a little grimace.

He flips you in his arms, lifts you so your balance on the counter. He’s wedged between your legs, a hand on each thighs grasping you firmly to keep you there. The shirt he’s wearing exposes his arms, the toned musculature shiny with exertion. Sweat glints off the silvery scars of his life’s work, and for a moment you allow yourself to become distracted by them, by the legends written across his flesh.

Before you can be too distracted, Gaz’s nose bumps against your cheek, and instinctively you lean into his familiar kiss. Yet then you make a face and pull away.

“Lime Gatorade, really?” You ask, and his eyes twinkle as he smiles and kisses you again, open mouthed so you make a whining noise of complaint. Gaz shifts between your legs, arches and then rolls his hips into the junction of your thighs in clear suggestion. You can feel the growing hardness of him, and it elicits a little sound of surprise from you that he drinks down greedily.

“I am not having sex with you when you smell like this.”

“But you will have sex with me.”

You try to hide your grin beneath a roll of your eyes, press a hand to his nape to drag him back into the kiss.

“Only if there’s a shower involved.” You pant as he rolls his hips forward again, feeling arousal pool in the friction where he meets you. Gaz nips at your ear cheekily before his words ghost across your skin with a husky breath.

“Don’t know how much cleaner I’ll get.” He tells you, and you can hear the eagerness in his voice as he trails kisses down your neck. “...Or you, for that matter.”

You laugh, reach down a hand between you to cup him through his joggers, and Gaz buries his head in your shoulder as he moans.

“I think we’ll deal, stinky boy.”

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Note: previous version listed this as grape Gatorade, which has been pointed out as a stereotype. It has since been corrected.

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chikaras-garden · 1 year

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The Interview

Ushijima Wakatoshi is your least favorite pro volleyball player to interview. You’re his least favorite sports journalist. All those feelings come to a head.

Pairing: Ushijima x fem!reader

Words: 1.5k

Contains: hatefucking, enemies to lovers basically, a ridiculous amount of teasing, degradation, semi-public sex, manhandling, size kink, creampie, maybe a hint of spanking and breeding kink, unprotected piv sex, U calls R “princess”

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Requested by two different anons.

The Adlers’ team office runs hot, as if the air around you is on fire. It burns your cheeks, scatters flames down your back, and creates a pool of heat in between your legs.

“You are not entitled to my time,” the volleyball player towering over you says. Rubbing your thighs together, you think that this is the first time you’ve been turned on by a thinly veiled threat to put you in your place.

Squaring your shoulders in a way that makes your sternum rise and forces your chest to press forward against your blazer, you tilt your head. “I’m entitled to do my job.”

“And you chose to do so by following me after practice,” he snaps. “I should tell your editor how unprofessional you are.”

Your breath catches, making your sneer falter. Nothing is more important than your job, and that’s when you realize how alike the two of you really are. That’s why he knew where to threaten you where it would hurt the most.

If you’re alike, then…what about the arousal hidden under your skirt?

“Ushijima-san,” you begin. Your body twists, slinking from your space between him and the door. Like a cat, you step around him, brushing yourself up against his back, so gently that you’re not sure he could feel you at all.

“Clearly, there’s tension here. Can’t you think of an easier way for both of us to get what we want?” You slide your hands down from his shoulder blades to the top of his hip, splaying your fingers over the thin fabric of his white t-shirt. Your thumb slips under the shirt, meeting warm skin and tight, controlled back and abdominal muscles.

His posture goes stiff. You grin. He definitely felt that.

“Your hands are freezing,” he grunts.

You scoff. “And your back is sweaty.”

“This…princess behavior is unbecoming of a professional,” he hisses. “Stop wasting my time.”

The muscles in your face go lax at the insulation that you’re a princess. Like static, sparks fly in your brain, and your body responds on instinct before your smart mouth can catch up. Your hands slide down his sculpted abs, over his waist, and stop, hovering atop where his cock waits in his joggers. You bat your eyelashes, mocking the droves of fans that you’re sure would kill to trade places with you right now.

“Just a few questions, Ushijima-san. Please?”

Though he narrows his eyes at you, it’s futile; the disbelief on his face is outweighed by the flush of his cheeks and the needy twitch of his lips. So, you lean forward, whispering, “I’ll let you have what you so clearly need.”

Suddenly, Ushijima grabs you by the hips and hoists you up; in just seconds, he spins you around and bends you over, forearms pressed against a table so-conveniently placed in the back of the room. You’re in full view of the door, you realize upon glancing over your shoulder. Anyone could see you like this—see him taking you like this.

His wide torso completely covers you while one hand grips your waist, holding you down. The other, with the power and precision of the country’s top spiker, slaps the back of your thigh, grazing the hem of your skirt.

“Ask your questions, Princess.” His voice drips with a sarcasm that makes it exceptionally clear that, yes, you are still wasting his time.

You huff out a laugh, though your heart pounds in your ears. “What do you—ah!”

Halfway through your question, his hand creeps up your thighs. A broad palm cups your mound, and he thumbs you through your panties, tracing your folds through the dampening fabric. “Do you normally get this wet for the people you interview?”

When he flicks your clit, you buck your hips backwards, drawing the plump of your ass up and down his cock. “Ha—I’m asking the questions here, Ushijima-san.”

“And you’re doing a terrible job.”

“Why don’t you show me how a pro athlete blows off steam?”

There’s a disapproving sound behind you, a half-grunt, half-moan that Ushijima tries to strangle before it breaks out of his lips. You get the message: He thinks you can’t handle it. So, you reach backwards, snaking your hand around your own waist to fiddle with the zipper of your skirt. At this angle, it’s nearly impossible to wrestle it down, but it’s a very good thing there’s a big, strong volleyball player behind you.

Ushijima hikes your skirt up and over your hips without unzipping it. Then, he tugs your panties to the side, hooks the thin fabric around one of his fingers, and pushes his joggers down—just enough to let his cock spring free, evidenced by the fact that it lazily slaps against your ass.

You close your eyes and let out a shaky breath. Though you should have seen it coming, feeling him like this, knowing what you asked for and that he’s going to give it to you, you realize that he’s big. Very big.

“Are you ready, Princess?” he murmurs near your ear, giving you a quick peek behind the curtain. There’s a hint of caring in his voice. If it isn’t for you in particular, it’s for the fact that he wants to do this right; if it’s not right, it’s not worth his time at all.

So, you whisper: “Yes.”

Hearing all he needs to, he lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes in, inch by inch. He stretches you wide, wide, wide—and you bury your face in your forearms to hide the sound of air hissing through your teeth. The burn is absolutely intoxicating, filling your mind and making your head spin with the insatiable need to feel what it’s like to have Ushijima Wakatoshi balls-deep inside you.

“More,” you wine, muffled. “I need more.”

“You’re begging,” he notes. You pick up on a certain heave in his tone, noticing that he’s breathless, too. That’s your fault, and the effect you have on him makes your walls flutter while he pants, trying to force himself through your desperately clenching walls.

Frustrated at the pace, you push your hips back. He grabs your waist in surprise, but he’s too late to stop you: You press into him until your ass bumps his thighs, until you feel the kiss of his cockhead against your cervix, until you have to hide your moan in your bent elbow.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck.”

You huff out a laugh. ��Yes, that’s the whole point of this.”

For your snark, you’re rewarded with a halfhearted smack to your ass. It doesn’t hurt, at least not enough to distract you from the deliciously full feeling between your legs. Instead, you start giggling, filling the room with sweet sounds of bliss that almost drown out the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

Ushijima uses his free hand to pull you up, angling you so he can drive up, not forward. Then, one hand paws at your chest, fondling one breast while the other bounces along to the pace he, alone, chose. In this position, you can’t reach the table at all, and you realize that’s the point: You’re supported entirely by him, his size, and his strength. You have to rely on him, or else, you’ll fall.

“You’re going to let me fill you,” he whispers into your ear. “Understand?”

“Yes!” you cry out, as if you have a choice. Flailing your hands back to find something to grip, you land on his arms, veiny, bulging, muscular. You have to twist to reach him, and you’re met with his face: He wears a hungry look, eyes wild like a lion or a wolf that’s set its sights on his helpless prey.

Desperate, you kiss him.

He moans against your mouth, a sound that’s so loud and unhinged that you wish you could hear it in all its glory. Your eyes flutter closed as you latch onto him, giving into the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by him.

He slides his hand to grab you by the stomach, pulling you as close to his chest as he possibly can. After just a few deep, hard thrusts, he bursts inside you, filling you with a wet heat that makes your mind go blank, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before—and that alone makes you come, too.

Spent, he sets you on your feet. It’s so gentle compared to the way he just ruined you, but you’re grateful that he has the decency to help you stand.

“You’re an awful journalist,” he says. You look over your shoulder at him, and he’s already dressed. The only hint of what he just did to you is a pinkish tinge to his cheeks. You’re absolutely certain that you, with your shaky legs and wrinkled shirt, look much worse.

“Next time,” you pause to smooth down your skirt, then look up at him with a coy grin, “I’d like to be on top.”

If you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t notice the ever-so-small smirk on his face. “I’d like to see you try, Princess.”

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apocalypseornaw · 7 months

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Meant to Be (Pt 4/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean starts to admit his feelings and you inadvertently admit your own. The problem? You don't believe he's genuine and end up running

@lacilou s idea I ran with

Dean wasn't used to you being quiet. Yeah it was true you weren't ever someone who felt the need to fill silence with rambling but you were never downright quiet. Music from your earbuds, the way you'd whisper sing along with whatever was playing. The way you'd mumble to yourself while doing any task. The only time he'd ever heard you this silent was on hunts actively chasing whatever monster of the week you were after.

A storm had forced the three of you into one of Bobby's cabins a few days before hand. The rain was bad enough Dean hadn't been able to see two feet in front of the impala then the tornado alarms had gone off on all three of your phones. Luckily this cabin was one that had a barn of sorts, somewhere baby and your car alike was safe from the weather as well.

You sat on the floor in front of the couch, citing you wanted to be closer to the fireplace. The green quilt you'd found in a closet and swore you were taking with you when it was time to hit the road again was wrapped tightly around your shoulders as you watched the flames dance around.

Sam had moved to the bed after you'd smacked his arm twice for snoring on the couch which left just you and Dean in the main area of the cabin. Dean stood at the stove, trying to keep his eyes from darting towards you. A few weeks had passed since the realization hit him like a truck that he'd been chasing random women while living in close quarters with the most amazing woman he'd ever known.

He finally gave up the fight and watched you for a second, feeling a smile tug at his lips when the sound of you calling his name nearly made him drop his mug. "Huh?" You turned to look over your shoulder at him "I said is there creamer?" He held up the small bottle of powder creamer you and him kept a stock of in Baby's trunk. You smiled and pushed yourself to your feet.

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You probably should've went to bed when Sam did, wouldn't be the first time the two of you had shared a bed but the fire mixed with the sound of rain outside was oddly soothing. The storm would be gone by morning according to the news channel.

You'd been listening to Dean tinker around the kitchen and the smell of coffee hitting your nose was intoxicating. "Is there creamer Dean?" "Huh?" He asked so you turned to look at him, damn why did he have to look so good just standing there in a pair of joggers and a black t-shirt? Yeah you should've gone to bed with Sam. "I said is there creamer?"

He held up the powder creamer you and him both kept to use in a pinch so you smiled then pushed yourself to your feet. You wrapped the blanket tighter around you as you walked into the kitchen.

Dean held the creamer out loosely so you took it then started to fix your coffee the way you liked it, unaware of the way his eyes were currently tracking your every movement.

You turned to head back to the fireplace and realized he was watching you "You ok Dean?" You asked and he smiled "Yeah. Kinda chilly in here. I think it's gonna turn cold once this storm's gone" you nodded "Probably" you could hear him behind you but ignored it until you were back in your position in front of the fire, watching the flames.

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Dean watched you get back comfortable before slowly following you into the living room "Mind company Y/N?" He asked when he got almost to the couch, you looked up at him and seemed almost surprised "Um, sure?" He nodded and sat down next to you on the floor stretching his legs out in front of him.

After a few minutes of silence he asked "Where'd you learn to dance like that?"

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You turned to be facing Dean, leaving about a foot of space between the two of you "Jess used to drag me and Sam to lessons. I think on some level it may have been prepping us to not embarrass her when they would've gotten married" he nodded slowly "I never knew you and her were that close"

You shrugged slightly "At first? I think she got the wrong idea then she realized me and Sam are best friends, yeah I love him but there's nothing like that between us never would be then once she realized that I'd have to keep my phone on vibrate during hunts so she wouldn't accidentally call me while I was chasing something"

You looked up from your coffee mug and felt your heart flip to see his attention was solely on you, those green eyes watching your facial expressions as you spoke "I'm glad Sammy's always had you in his life" you half smiled "I'm glad to have him in my life, you too of course" "of course" he replied with that smirk that made your stomach flip as well.

You turned back to the fire "Anyways that's why we can dance well together" he was silent again and you were beginning to wonder if that was all he'd say before he spoke "Can I ask one thing" you nodded, not looking at him.

"You've only dated other hunters right? I mean I've seen you have hookups but the only serious ones were hunters, why?"

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Dean thought for a moment that he'd crossed a line, maybe offended you in some way when it took you a while to answer before you finally said "Hunters know the life. They know the risks. They know why I go radio silent for days. They know where the weird bruises and injuries come from. Makes life easier"

"Makes sense" he agreed then the question that had been plaguing his mind toppled out "What would a guy have to do to get your attention?"

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You froze dead in your tracks. He had to be asking about another hunter, right? Of course. Probably Ember or Raven maybe even Melody. "Depends on the woman Dean. Even female hunters are different from woman to woman"

You drained the rest of your coffee and stood up "Are you sharing the bed with Sam? If not I'm going to go shove the sleeping giant to the side" Dean got to his feet and looked almost confused at the change in mood "No, you can have the other half of the bed"

You headed to the kitchen quickly but stopped when he said "I meant you. What would attract you to a guy?" You turned to look at him expecting a smirk or something as an indication of a tease but there wasn't "Sam didn't tell you. I know that much"

"Sam didn't tell me what?" He asked and you felt tears start to form in your eyes as realization hit his "Oh"

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Dean felt a flash of joy, you felt the same but then he saw the tears "Sweetheart" he took a step towards you but you took a step back "Dean don't. I don't know the angle, maybe you're bored or maybe Sam got on your ass about hurting me but don't. I know you don't feel the same and probably never will. It's ok but please don't patronize me. I'm not a pity fuck type of girl. You and Sam mean too much to me"

He felt his heart drop at your words, did you think so little of yourself? He took a step towards you again but you simply shook your head "I'm going to bed. Please don't say anymore" he watched you turn around and walk into the bedroom and wondered just what the hell had happened.

The next morning Dean was asleep, sprawled across the couch when he was woke up by Sam hollering "DEAN!"

He nearly dove to his feet, gun in hand "Huh? What's going on?" Once he was conscious enough he realized there was no immediate danger but his brother was looking rather pissed. "What Sammy?" Sam glared at him, "What did you do?"

"What the hell do you mean?" Sam motioned around "Notice anyone missing? I woke up and she's gone. Her clothes are gone, weapons and I checked the barn. Her car is gone. I was asleep so that leaves you" Dean wasn't used to Sam's anger finding a target on him "Woah there little brother breathe and tell me why I had to do something"

Sam took a deep breath and looked around "What happened last night?" Dean rubbed a hand over his face trying to think "We had coffee, talked about the dance lessons Jess dragged you two to and I might have asked her what would attract her to a guy"

Sam stared at him for several long seconds before laughing humorlessly "Sometimes you're really stupid Dean" "What did I do?" Sam shook his head "You finally noticed her, this many years later. Man she fought hellhounds to try to save you. She's had feelings for you for years"

Dean thought Sam was pulling his leg for a moment but he knew when Sam was joking and when he wasn't. There was no way. You were beautiful and badass and smart. He'd never meant a woman like you. You deserved someone so much better than him but the thought of you finding that hurt.

Going to Stanford with him to get Sam, all the years you were right there. Every moment that had passed with you at his side. He was an idiot. A fucking idiot who had just pushed away the most important woman in the world to him "Sam, please help me find her"

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Sam's anger started to fade seeing the look on Dean's face. "Promise me, you won't break her heart Dean. I'm not losing my best friend" "I promise just please Sammy. I've got to at least tell her I'm sorry for being so damn blind" Sam nodded slowly "I'll start trying to track her phone and start checking traffic cams.

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" If I had to choose him or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal sun of a gun. " ; Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x Male Reader

‧☾ You're such a cool person if you know what song the title is referring too like hmu we should be besties. Also I've never written penetration. I'm a rookie don't judge</3

‧☾ He's so so pretty its not fair. Your both so inlove. Flustered Gaz, Teasing reader, back hugs, neck kissing. Kitchen sex, bottom Gaz. Penetration, edging, overstimulation. Hair pulling, Degradation + Praise, Cock-Drunk Gaz. Submissive Gaz, Dom reader.

‧☾ The dark sky is a reference to the title I'm so proud of myself

‧☾NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

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You opened your eyes to the dark cloudy sky from a window in your shared room, hearing the distant calls of geese. It was 8:53 am. You flipped over and was expected to hit a broad-shouldered man to hopefully warm up, instead a cold lump of messy blankets. Right. His morning run.

Yawning and rubbing your eyes, finally sitting up after just laying there. You walked to the bathroom to wash your face before going to cook something for Kyle for when he got back. You placed a pan on the stove before turning it to the side to hear the clicking until the flame burst out.

You had scooped out a teaspoon of olive oil onto the pan and grabbed the bacon and sausages from the fridge along with some eggs.

You began cooking the sunny-side up eggs, fried bacon and sausages to make Kyles favorite breakfast. The ' Traditional ' British breakfast. You had never seen the appeal behind it, but if he loved it you'd make it every time he wanted it. Also you had cooked it so many times you've perfected it, probably one of the best dishes you can cook.

You grabbed your phone and connected it to the speaker in your kitchen to play some random playlist you had stored away for God knows how long. You placed Kyles food on a plate and ate yours from the pan, already pissed off to amount of dishes that awaited you.

Grabbing the pan off of the stove and turned the sink on, before grabbing the sponge and dousing it in soap you felt arms wrapping around your waist. Your heart dropped and turned around quickly to face, a face with slightly chapped lips from Londons cold air and facial hair. It was Kyle Garrick.

" Jesus Christ, Garrick. You scared the shite outta me! " You exclaimed, punching his shoulder playfully. Kyle smiled at you, flicking your forehead. " Maybe if yer damn music weren't so bloody loud, You would've hear me come in. " He retorted, pulling you into a hug.

Wrapping your arms around his waist and buried your face into his shoulder, you tried to breathe his usually musky, expensive cologne. You pushed him away quickly when you realized he smelled like sweat. " Go take a shower, Garrick. " You ordered. " What? I don't smell that bad, do I? " Kyle asked, sniffing his arms. " Alright fine I'll go take a shower. I'll be out in a jiffy to wash those dishes, Love. " You silently thanked the universe for such an amazing boyfriend. As much as you could enjoy cooking something, the dishes would always be your worst enemy.

You turned the water off and walked over to the couch, grabbing some thrown over clothes to tidy up something before enjoying your day off. You threw them in a bin on the side of your washer and cleaned up the counter and fridge the continuing to walk into your room to get ready to take a shower after Kyle.

Opening the door you saw a freshly washed and nice smelling Kyle getting dressed. " Cute butt. " You teased, taking off your shirt and sweatpants and tossed them into the laundry pin into your room. He yelped and fell backwards onto your bed. " You scared me, Wanker! " He spat, standing up again quickly to pull his boxers and joggers on.

" I've seen every inch of your body, Garrick. Even that cute little mole on the inside of your upper thigh. But don't worry, I hardly even noticed you. " You told him, a playful glint in your eyes. " Oh c'mon thats not fair either! You didn't even stare at me arse alittle? " He whined. Kyle was a slut for your attention, even you staring at him alittle made him rub his thighs together.

Walking off without giving him an answer but just chuckling at his complaints, you turned on the water and waited for it to warm up before slipping off your boxers and stepping in. You grabbed a loofa and dumped body wash onto it before rubbing along your body and running it through the water.

After a solid 10 minutes of showering you stepped out and rubbed a towel along your body then wrapped it around your waist. You opened the door from your bathroom connected to your room and stepped in. Walking over to your drawer to grab a clean shirt and sweatpants.

Strolling out of the room and saw Kyle washing the dishes. You walked over to the kitchen and rubbed a hand on the arch of his back, feeling him shiver, standing behind him and giving his a tight hug around his waist. He took a deep breathe and tried to focus on the dishes. You trailed kisses from the nape of his neck up to his ear lobe, where he was most sensitive.

Kyle whimpered and gripped the edge of the sink when you started biting it. " Careful with that mug there, Garrick. It my favorite. You wouldn't wanna break it now, would you? " You asked, looking over his shoulder to the way he was shaking in your grip. " No, Sir. " He whispered, putting both of his hands into the sink to continue washing. " Say what. If you finish up here I'll reward you, okay, Angel? " You mumbled into his neck, peeking into the sink. There was barely any dishes left. It wouldn't be along time here teasing him.

Kyle nodded, continuing to lather the dishes in soap then rinse them in water. You moved the front of his shirt up to rub at his stomach, feeling his happy trail and biting his neck. He started squirming in your grip, His hands moving quicker to get the dishes done. He put the last bowl into the rack and turned around to face you with puppy dog eyes.

" You done, Angel? " You asked, touching the marks you'd left on his neck. " Yes, Sir. " He answered. Looking at you with eagerness flooding his expression. You pulled him into a kiss and gripped at his hips and moved him to the side of the sink and removing your lips from him before bending him over with his face shoved into the cold dark granite.

Kyle whimpered, wiggling his hips to try to tell you what he wanted. " Whats wrong? If you want something then say it. " You whispered, pressing your chest to his back as you whispered in his ear. " Can you please just do it.. " He begged.

" Do what? Speak up, beautiful. "

" Just fuck me, Dammit! " He snapped, looking over his shoulder impatiently.

" Good boy. See, that wasn't so hard was it now? " You praised, pulling his joggers and boxers down to his knees. Kyle shivered at the cool air hitting his exposed skin. " Don't you worry, pretty boy. We'll get you warmed up in abit. " You reassured him, rubbing at his lower back and opening a drawer next to his which contained lube.

Kyle looked at you in surprise. " Since when did we have lube there? " He asked, shuddering as you pored lube on his ass and brought a finger up to probe at his hole. " Been wanting to fuck you while you did the dishes for awhile now. Kept it there just incase. " You told him, pushing a finger in. He gasped out and put his forehead on the counter. " I stretched myself out this morning. Just stick it in already. " He whimpered, his cock dripping with precum.

" Stretched yourself out already? What, you were hoping to get fucked today? " You teased, pulling your fingers and pulled your dick up to align it with his hole. Kyle whimpered and nodded hazily, pushing his hips back in hopes of getting you inside him already. You gripped onto his hips and squeezed. " Be patient, Garrick. " You ordered, finally sliding in your dick inside inch by inch. Kyle gasped, stretching his arms to grip at anything you had left on the counter. The stretch burning slightly despite his prep in the morning.

You bottomed out and moved one of your hands up to hold his own hand while kissing his neck. " Tell me when I can move, Gorgeous. " You told him, using your other hand to rub at his waist. He ground his hips backwards.

" You can move now.. " He mumbled.

You moved your hands down to his hips and started pushing your hips in and out. Kyle was letting out high pitched moans, something you wouldn't expect from his normal voice. He brought a forearm upto his mouth and bit into it to muffle his moans. " Don't muffle 'em. They're so pretty, like you. " You cooed at him, angling your thrusts to try to get to his prostate. A particular thrust made him cry out, his knees buckling.

" Fuck! Right there! " He sobbed, tears prickling at his eyes. He moved his hips back in time with your thrusts, resting his head sideways on the counter with his eyes rolling back. " Such a good little whore, so perfectly molded for me. You were made for my cock, weren't you, Angel? " You prompted, not getting a response other than his frantic nodding. " Yeah, so- Fuck! So good- " He whimpered. " I'm so close, please. Go faster. " He begged, crying out when your hips came to a stop.

" Why'd you stop? " He exclaimed, his cock dripping. " Can't have our fun ending so quickly, can it? " You teased, leaning down to kiss at his back muscles. Kyle whined as he felt the high of his upcoming orgasm disappear. You shoved your hips inside of him again and set a pace. He gasped out, whispering thanks you's and praise under his breathe. " Wait fuck, I'm close again.. " He mewled, his thighs shaking.

Doing the exact opposite, you set your rhythm quicker, pushing your hips deeper inside of him. " Im boutta cum! Don't stop, please! " He begged, wailing as his cock twitched You fucked him through his orgasm, but to his surprise, not stopping when he was finished. " Wait- Oh fuck.. What're you doing? " He whined, his body shaking. " You told me not to stop, Angel. Just following orders. " You replied. Chasing your own upcoming orgasm. Kyles walls twitched around you, overstimulation taking over his senses as he just took it while whimpering and moaning.

You grabbed a handful of Kyles curls, bringing his head back to lock your lips together. He moaned into your mouth, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and ground into your dick harder while squeezing around you. " Oh shit. Kyle 'm not gonna last longer if you do that. " You mumbled, removing your lips from his for a moment. He just hummed into your mouth, continuing his acts until he felt your cock twitching inside of him.

You pushed Kyles head down into the counter again and leaned in to kiss his neck, biting down on his nape to muffle the moans of your upcoming high. You cried out, feeling yourself unravel inside of Kyle, taking deep breathes to calm yourself. You panted next to his ear, trying to process what had happened.

" Round two? " Kyle prompted, his eyes bright with anticipation.

And how could you say no to him?

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yournameloveskpop · 25 days

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Trip. . .

Paring: Sunoo x Reader

Warning: pet names, smut, NSFW, not much of a story except for Y/N coming back to Korea after a long trip.

Style: Romance, Smut, Friendship

Word Count: 1972

As the plane touched down on Korean soil, Y/N couldn't contain her excitement. She had been away for what felt like an eternity, traversing the globe, collecting memories in every corner of the world. But now, she was back, and her heart raced with the thought of surprising Sunoo, her dearest friend, and perhaps something more.

Pulling her luggage behind her, Y/N navigated through the bustling streets of Seoul, making her way to the ENHYPEN house, a place that felt like a second home thanks to Sunoo's warm invitations and the members' welcoming nature. As she stood before the door, a mixture of nerves and anticipation bubbled inside her. She raised her hand to the doorbell, hesitating for a moment before pressing it firmly.

The door swung open, revealing Riki, whose initial look of confusion quickly transformed into a bright smile of recognition.

"Y/N? What a surprise! Come in, come in!" Riki exclaimed, stepping aside to let her through.

"Thank you, Riki. It's good to see you again," Y/N replied, stepping into the familiar warmth of the house.

Riki closed the door behind her, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Sunoo's in the shower right now, but make yourself at home. I have to know, though—how was your trip? Sunoo's been showing us all your photos. It looked amazing!"

Y/N laughed, settling herself onto the plush couch in the living room. "It was incredible, Riki. I've got stories for days."

As if on cue, Jungwon, Sunghoon, and Jake entered the room, their faces lighting up at the sight of her.

"Y/N! You're back!" Jungwon cheered, leading the others in a group hug that made Y/N's heart swell with affection.

"Did you bring us anything?" Sunghoon teased, earning a playful shove from Jake.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. You'll have to wait and see," Y/N teased back, enjoying the light-hearted banter.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, stories of Y/N's adventures mingling with the members' own tales of their time apart. Laughter filled the room, creating a warm, convivial atmosphere. Jay and Heeseung eventually joined them, lured in by the sound of familiar voices, and the reunion felt complete.

However, the moment was fleeting, as the group had plans to meet other friends. Reluctantly, they bid Y/N goodbye, promising to catch up properly soon.

Left alone in the quiet house, Y/N took a moment to soak in the peace, her thoughts drifting to Sunoo. She wondered how he would react to her surprise visit. Lost in her musings, she barely registered the sound of the bathroom door opening until Sunoo himself appeared.

Dressed only in joggers, his hair wet from the shower, Sunoo was the picture of casual ease. He hummed a tune under his breath, completely unaware of Y/N's presence.

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat at the sight of him, her face flushing a deep red. Sunoo, despite his aversion to the gym, looked undeniably good, and the sight of his slightly toned body sent her heart into overdrive.

"Sunoo!" she blurted out before she could stop herself, rising to her feet.

Sunoo stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Y/N? Is that really you?" he stammered, his heart pounding at the sight of her.

In a few strides, Y/N closed the distance between them, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. "I missed you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Sunoo hugged her back, a sense of completeness washing over him as he held her close. "I missed you more," he confessed, burying his face in her hair.

The familiar scent of her sent shivers down his spine, reigniting a flame he thought he had managed to keep at bay.

They stood there for what felt like an eternity, wrapped in each other's arms, the world around them fading away. Finally, Sunoo pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with Y/N's. There was a depth of emotion in his eyes, a silent confession of the feelings he had harbored for so long.

Without a word, Sunoo leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips with his own in a kiss that was both a hello and a testament to the unspoken bond they shared. It was passionate, tender, and spoke volumes of the journey they had been on, both together and apart.

As they pulled away, breathless, Y/N rested her forehead against Sunoo's, a smile playing on her lips. "I've traveled the world, Sunoo, but nothing compares to being here with you."

Sunoo chuckled, his heart full. "Let's make up for lost time then," he said, his voice low and lifted her up into his arms.

He carried her towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. In seconds, Y/N found herself lying on top of the covers, Sunoo pressing her gently to the mattress, his hands running down her arms, her waist, and breasts. He paused momentarily to capture her mouth once more, before trailing kisses along her neck, slowly circling around to her ear. Y/N moaned softly, arching her back to welcome him closer.

"You're always in my head, Y/N. I'm so happy you're back from your trip." He whispered into her ear. nipping playfully at her lobe. "So much has happened while you were gone, we need to talk about it."

Y/N sighed contentedly as Sunoo trailed kisses down her jawline. She couldn't deny the tension building between them. Ever since she stepped off the plane, her heart had been beating at a frantic pace at the thought of reuniting with him. But that wasn't the only reason for the excitement buzzing through her veins.

"Sunoo," she sighed, her hands tracing his abs and his lower back.

"Hm?" he asked distractedly, as if his mind was elsewhere.

She arched her hips upward against his , urging him to take her, as eager as she was to be inside of him. "Sunoo, please, I need you." She panted, moving her hips suggestively against his cock.

Sunoo released a soft growl and sat up slightly. He removed her top and shorts, leaving her in her lace lingerie before removing his joggers. He knelt in front of her, pulling her underwear aside to bare her dripping core.

Her knees trembled slightly as he slid two fingers into her moist folds, the sheer pleasure sparking something within her that she hadn't felt in a long time.

She had forgotten how well Sunoo knew her body, and she relished in the fact that he seemed just as excited as she was. Taking one of her hands, he guided it to his erection, allowing her to stroke him gently as he moved his index and middle finger into her cunt.

"this how much I've been thinking about you, y/n. How much I've missed you?" He groaned and thrusted his finger faster into her. "I think you've felt the same."

"So hot, baby." He murmured against her shoulder, his words intoxicating her senses. She lifted her head, gasping at the raw hunger in his eyes. "Open your legs wider for me."

Y/N parted her thighs, bringing them as wide as possible, giving Sunoo plenty of room to move his fingers. Her head fell back as he explored her core with his digits, his thumb dipping lightly inside of her pussy, sending a wave of pleasure crashing over her. She gripped his shoulders tightly, desperate to hold on as long as she could.

Finally, Sunoo withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at her entrance, using one hand to support himself as he lowered himself onto her body.

Sunoo buried his head in her neck, his body shaking from the effort of holding back. She moaned, encouraging him to go further. With one last thrust, he buried himself balls deep inside of her, making Y/N cry out.

"Sunoo... oh god..." she moaned, reveling in the feeling of him filling her up.

"Good girl. So good." He breathed, pressing his forehead against hers.

His hands cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly, anchoring him as he began to thrust into her. For Y/N this was the best welcome back gift ever.

Every thrust brought her closer to climax, until finally she found herself flying over the edge, crying out his name as her body shook uncontrollably beneath him.

"Sunoo," she cried out and pulled him down for another kiss.

Sunoo let his load out into her, his hips stuttered before coming to a stop. He pulled away and chuckled softly at her, his bright, bubbly smile coming back as he pulled her closer.

Y/N giggled and nuzzled his neck. "Sorry about that," she laughed.

"What can I say? I love you, Y/N." Sunoo replied, his hands caressing hips gently.

Y/N blushed brightly, enjoying the intimacy. After months spent apart, she had no doubt that he loved her, too.

"I love you, too." She smiled.

Sunoo lifted his head, grinning and pecked her cheek. "Right let's get you taken cared of."

Sunoo was about to rise and attend to Y/N, ensuring she was comfortable after their moment of intimacy, when the door burst open. Jay, Jungwon, and Sunghoon, laden with bags from their recent trip to the shops, stood frozen in the doorway, their eyes going wide at the scene before them.

Reacting quickly, Sunoo grabbed the bed sheets, covering Y/N and himself in a hurried attempt to shield them from view.

"Whoa, did we interrupt something?" Jay blurted out, a mix of amusement and surprise in his tone.

"Um, we just came back and...didn't expect this," Sunghoon added, his eyes darting away, trying to find a neutral spot to focus on.

Jungwon, cheeks tinted with a blush, stammered, "Sorry, we should've knocked..."

Sunoo, a sheepish grin forming despite the awkwardness, replied, "Yeah, uh, surprise? We weren't expecting company."

Y/N, peering out from under the sheet, added with a nervous chuckle, "It's not exactly what it looks like. Well, maybe it is, but..."

"It's cool, it's cool. We just didn't know you two were... together, like that," Jay said, recovering from his initial shock.

"Yeah, when Y/N said she missed Sunoo, we didn't realize it was in a 'missed my boyfriend' way," Jungwon finally managed, finding his voice again.

Sunghoon, finally regaining some composure, quipped, "Guess the secret's out now. How long has this been a thing?"

Sunoo and Y/N exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. "Well, it kind of evolved a few months before Y/N's trip. We realized there was more to us than just friendship," Sunoo explained.

"Yeah, and we decided to keep it low-key, at least for a while," Y/N added, her voice steadying as she spoke.

Jay nodded, a smile breaking across his face. "Well, your secret's safe with us. Just maybe give us a heads-up next time so we can avoid the...uh, surprise."

"Definitely a lesson learned," Sunoo agreed, the tension in the room easing.

"Alright, we'll leave you two to...catch up more. Just shout if you need anything," Sunghoon said, motioning towards the door, leading the others out of the room.

As the door clicked shut, Sunoo let out a relieved sigh, turning to Y/N with an apologetic look. "Sorry about the chaos. Not how I imagined our secret coming out."

Y/N, now smiling genuinely, squeezed his hand reassuringly. "It's okay. Looks like we've got some explaining to do later, but for now, it's just us."

"Yeah, just us," Sunoo echoed, his voice soft, leaning in for a gentle kiss, the earlier interruption already fading into the background as they focused on each other, ready to navigate their newly revealed relationship together.

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mysteriesmuse · 10 months

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Kirishima and the Washing Machines

You lived in a pretty large apartment complex about 150 residents in all. And yet, somehow, you always found yourself using the washer and dryer after this one individual. Every. Time.

And you now what, they never remember to clean out the lint tray after they’re done.

You sigh through your nose, inching out the door of the lint tray and seeing a very full cage. Reaching in and deftly scooping it all up in one hand and dropping it into the trash can without second thought.

Whoever this person was they had the most ridiculously long and lacking hair care routine ever. Seriously, 5-6 inch long firetruck red hairs that were coarse and fried to hell littered your clothes now. Probably because said person never emptied the lint tray after their laundry so now their hair littered your own wardrobe. And this would naturally urge anyone to choose a different washer and dryer out of the apartment laundromat. And it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried, it just seemed that whoever this person was seemed to read you mind — move laundry machines with you, so you’d given up.

Subjected to a life of dyed red hair in all your clothing. A lifetime supply of lint rollers in hand at all times.

And in Kirishima’s defense he was a busy prohero — but you’d never seen him in the apartment complex, much less seen him patrolling the neighborhood in order to make the connection.

Although he’d seen you — only a handful of times though — over the past few months of living here. He thought you were pretty — the kind where you have to mentally acknowledge a strangers beauty just because they are so attractive.

Except for today.

And You were having a good day.

You’d hit massive stroke of luck to this week to find that this red-haired person and your secret domestic enemy hadn’t been to the laundromat before you. You couldn’t be more pleased as you sat down on one of the lobbies padded chairs. Content with sitting and reading your book as you waited for the little chiming song of the washer and dryer to alert you that this batch of clothes was free of a strangers weird hairstyle.

And you were ready, sliding back in the chair, tittering your hips, slipping your finger between the fresh crisp pages and into the sweet spot where your little impromptu receipt bookmark lay nestled next to the spine — a perfect morning.

you’d gotten through that euphoric breath part of the process before the awkward spinning doors to the complex blew open and you’d dropped the book into your lap — staggering in was a beefcake of a man.

It was the first thing you noticed, and how could you not? The stranger was shirtless and only clad in a pair of worn joggers that bear the emblem of the most famous hero producing highschool — hung snuggly around his hips, but just low enough that you could see the elastic of his boxers peaking out. And up from there was the defined muscles of his abdomen, not full on bread rolls, but a smoother definition and one that fit him nicely. The slight healthy layer of fat smoothing over the man’s defined and sturdy trunk — which lead to a completely hairless chest — a conscious decision. And then his arms were huge like the rest of him, but had a very strange reverse farmers tan to them. Another conscious decision?

You didn’t even make it to his face before he was already in the room — and he took up space.

somehow you found the conscious effort to close your mouth when he turned in your direction flaming locks of hair reaching his broad shoulders.

Beefcake had noticed you as soon as he had walked in. The gorgeous h/c woman. And he could see the whites of your eyes and the pink of your tongue from the door.

He flashed you an award winning smile full of sharp canines before awkwardly tugging on a few small strands near his face. The book in your lap now open to a random page, a receipt lay fluttered close to your feet.

Kirishima chuckled, deep and low, bending down on one knee to hand you the receipt that’d been flung out on the ground from your shocked stare — yeah, that was a perfectly normal reaction he got often as a pro.

“Sorry to startle you, beautiful. Here’s your bookmark,” he said, holding it out to you. You blinked back surprised before taking it back from his outstretched hand rather stiffly. He could see a crinkle between your brows as you seemingly took in every single detail about his face — tongue prodding the corners of your mouth as you did so.

You were not, in fact, openly checking him out as much as Kirishima was secretly kind of hoping — a reaction he would naturally have gotten fairly often since you presumed he was a hero of sorts with his build and those flashy alum joggers.

No — you were busy studying his hair: eyebrows, eyelashes, stubble, the whole lot. All of it thick and black — unlike the hair on top of his head, but similarly matching with the sometimes atrocious roots on those long hairs from the laundry machine.

“Aha—“ you thrust out the hand with the reciept and waved it in front of Kirishimas face. “It’s you! My laundromat enemy — you’re the guy that always forgets to empty the lint drawer!”

Kirishima blinked back at you crossed eyed. A vague recognition of what you were taking about slipping past his eyes like a montage. He couldn’t remember a single time where he emptied that lint drawer, now that you mentioned it. He swallowed thickly

“I — I, how? How do you know it’s me?” He garbled.

You shoot him a pointed look that reminded him of his best friend, “You really think there’s that many other people around here with hair like yours?” You hummed, gesturing to his still damp locks. You answered for him, “yeah, me neither.”

Kirishima was shocked at your certainty, but he was also pretty certain that you were absolutely right. He gulped nervously, adams apple bobbing in that thick neck of his.

of course he had luck like this, upsetting the beautiful woman in the apartment complex before he’d even meet her. You called him an enemy. A domestic enemy — he was supposed to be a hero!

He started, “Look . . .”

“Y/N” you supplied.

“Look Y/N,” he said, noticing the way you perked up more at his use of your name. “I’m really sorry to have bothered you by forgetting to clean out the lint in the dryer. There’s no excuse for me forgetting, or actively ignoring, that in a communal space. That’s really un-neighborly of me and I promise to actually take the time to do it from now on.” He finished, hand strapped across his heart like a knight of old making a pledge to you.

he watched as you slowly uncrossed your arms and tapped at the cover of your book. Your eyes of some beautiful color — that he would commit to memory if you looked up at him, stared down in your lap.

He put placed his hands on the side of the armrests, pleading with the best puppy dog eyes he could give, “anything I can do to make it up to you?” Practically begging.

you looked up, ahh so they were e/c then.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, nose wrinkling.

He seemed genuine, and charming and polite, but he was large and intimidating — and in your personal space, “you do owe me quite a handful of change in lint roller money.”

Kirishima grinned, that he could do.

“How about I take you out — this time, next week. There’s a really cool bookshop cafe on my patrol route. I’ll come by and pick you up.” He noticed your hesitation, a worrying shimmy closer to the back of the seat and away from him. He removed his hands from the armrests and reached for the wallet in his pocket, “— we could just walk then, if that’s not comfortable for you. Or you could meet me there. Here see, Kirishima Eijirou prohero alias Red Riot.”

That caused you to relax and lean forward, as you examined his hero license.

He really was a hero. You were already pretty sure with those UA joggers, but it felt good to know you were right. One that wore an oddly terrifying dog-muzzle? You glanced back up at his strong jaw littered with a stiff 5 o’clock shadow. And surely enough there were faint lines of pale skin surrounding his mouth and just under his eyes that confirmed the weird existence of this accessory. Again, what is with the fashion choices here??

You raised a brow, “Ever think this is a little unusual for a hero?” You asked pointing at his ID.

Red Riot glowed like his namesake. “I thought it was cool back in highschool — now it’s part of my image.” He chuckled, a hand touching at the place where it would be.

you wondered what that would feel like having that cage against your skin all the time — surely uncomfortable.

Kirishima wondered if you’d consider yanking him by those bars to bring him into a kiss. Metal clanking on metal as the pretty ring on your finger gripped around the edges of its frame. If you’d be a woman he could come home to after a long mission and be fall into lovingly seering embrace like some of his pals. . .

Clearly two very different trains of thought going on here, but Eijirou was always a hopeless romantic at heart and nothing but a gentlemen.

He heart leapt into his throat when you placed a cool hand against his forearm with a little conformational pat, “I’ve got work next week, but I’ll go ahead and meet you there.”

He grinned standing up to his full height and pocketing his wallet, face morphing as a realization dawned on him. He quickly scrambled for his phone, “I — wait you don’t have my number and I haven’t even told you where it is. And it’s pretty far, so I don’t think you’d know it — because it’s all the way in Fatgums district and —“

and now you were laughing at him. Kirishima tucked a thick strand of hair behind his ear as he looked down at you — washing machine songs lighting up the atmosphere.

“Actually I do have your number. We — apparently — live on the same floor, Kirishima.” You snorted holding out your phone with the familiar floor group text that he was apart of. A ridiculous dorky contact photo of himself as Crimson Riot as the contact photo he send in the chat.

Plus Ultra! Forget red, crimson — he was scarlet right about now.

“Ah right . . .”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you waved, “you’re much cuter in person. Ya know, for a laundromat menace.”

Kirishima scratched awkwardly at his chest which was hardening there randomly — oh wait nope, it’s because he heart was thumping a mile a minute and he was on a mad adrenaline rush right now in the middle of the apartment complex lobby bc was talking to the beautiful stranger of his complex.

You rose from your chair and stood in front of him, book clutched to your chest.

the only thought running through his head was don’t move. And you watched as this handsome young pro hero stood stock still — every muscular plain of his body becoming rock hard and just towering over you.

the chimes started up again.

“Uh excuse me, you’re kinda blocking the entire door?” You giggled.

In a flash this Kirishima was hardening even more and now you could clearly see a set of abs in the early morning dim lobby light as he stepped further into the elevator so he wouldn’t be crushed — although with that quirk you think the elevator might take most of the damage.

Now he was too cute.

And as he backpedaled into the elevator you could hear him audibly sigh with relief as the sound of your book pages started flicking.

“Kirishima—“

he looked down, the apples of your cheeks light and bouncy — such a pretty little smile on your face, “you should really invest in some conditioner.”

And the last you saw was a sliver of a grin and framing tan lines from that muzzle/cage looking mask of his. He beamed staring at the space you were in before the doors closed, a blissful whisper as he realized he was replying to an empty elevator, “yeah I do.”

#mysteriesmusing #eijiro kirishima #kirishima fluff #kirishima x reader #mha fanfiction

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jamespottersmixtape · 5 months

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rosekiller microfic: goldilocks 1,632 words

a bit of soft rosekiller!! this is inspired by @myrows rosekiller art which you can find here! it made me want to weep a little when I first saw it, so naturally I had to write something haha :) ngl this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and it's by no means perfect but enjoy!! <3

Barty has always cherished quiet nights at Hogwarts.

When the chatter in the halls finally dies down enough for his thoughts to come back to him and homework has been carelessly tossed aside to save for tomorrow.

There’s a sense of serenity to it all that Barty rarely finds elsewhere. A break that he craves most at the end of a particularly stressful day.

Sixth year courses have been—to put it lightly, beating his ass—no matter how well he does. Today, it had taken him ten tries to get the nonverbal spell to work in Transfiguration. Ten.

Usually Barty needs no more than six tries for complicated spells, less than that for complex potions. Disregarding that he still did it faster than over half the class, now he’s just fucking tired.

He groans and shoves his schoolbag off the bed, letting it hit the floor with a soft thud, then flops backwards dramatically onto his pillows. The dorm room is dim, save for a few small candles on his bedside table. Cloaked in various shadows that dance around the room from the flickering flame.

Barty closes his eyes, taking a spare second to just breathe. There’s the soft white noise of the shower running in the background—Evan is taking forever, as usual—and sometimes Barty imagines he can hear the push and pull of the black lake against their walls. Lack of windows be damned.

It isn’t long before the water shuts off, and Barty feels the smallest smile tug at the corners of his mouth. It’s just the two of them for now, Regulus off doing god knows what at this hour. So naturally, a lot of built up restraint is needed for Barty not to rip open the bathroom door. To go and take in the sight of a freshly showered Evan and gather him in his arms before he can be stopped.

He’s been in there for less than thirty minutes but fuck it, Barty misses him.

Grumbling, he goes to change into the first clothes he can find. Settling for some years old joggers and a loose tank top, the soft fabric already making him drowsy.

The bathroom door creaks open and his head snaps up, immediately catching Evan’s eye. Barty really can’t help it when his heart skips a beat.

Evan raises his eyebrows, chuckling when Barty takes no subtlety in checking him out. His hair is dry, most likely done by magic. A thin blue t-shirt hangs off his shorter frame and each step taken towards Barty casts golden shadows over his skin.

Looking like everything warm and comfortable; the smell of his shampoo in the air so familiar that it hurts.

Barty’s smirk is wicked when he tugs Evan by his shirt into a light kiss. He makes a startled noise but melts into Barty’s touch regardless, fingers cupping his chin. The kiss is short but effective in making Barty’s head go all fuzzy.

“What happened to hello?” Evan asks when they pull apart—though not very far—now standing chest to chest. Evan’s bare feet fit in between his socked ones.

Barty makes sure to slather his words in extra charm, grinning. “Hello, gorgeous.”

“Wow, smooth talker,” Evan deadpans.

“You know you love it, Goldilocks.”

Barty takes a blonde strand between two fingers, tugging lightly at the end and earning him a deep scowl.

“I told you that nickname is stupid.” Evan rolls his eyes but Barty catches the blush high on his cheekbones. A light dusting of pinks and reds that work to compliment his freckles. Barty pokes him on one cheek.

“And I told you I don’t care.”

“Brat.”

Barty hums noncommittally, threading their fingers together. Warmth settles in his chest from the steady weight of Evan’s hand.

He leads Evan past the emerald green curtains of his bed and down onto the soft mattress. It’s a routine they’ve created over the last few months, and every time Barty wraps the covers around them it becomes harder and harder to let Evan slip back into his own bed. Something about having him in his arms means a night free of restless tossing and turning.

They lie facing each other for a few minutes, minimal space between them and their heads resting on one pillow. Quiet voices and even quieter laughs, a sacred bubble that neither of them dare to pop.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Barty laughs, his voice barely above a whisper. “You told Cresswell what?”

Evan frowns, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “I told him…that if he feels the need to keep staring at you in class then maybe I should tape his fucking eyes open. You know, that way he wouldn’t miss it when I inevitably snog you right in front of him.”

“Evan!” Barty can’t help it, his laugh is loud when it bursts from his chest.

“Well, maybe I left out that last bit…”

It takes him a minute before his laughter dies down, the quiet settling back in. “You jealous?” Barty teases, raising an eyebrow.

Evan purses his lips. “No.”

Barty stares at him knowingly.

Silence.

Evan averts his eyes.

“Mhm sure, come here.”

He drags Evan in by his waist, the pair of them fumbling around until Evan’s head relaxes in the crook of Barty’s neck and his forearm rests over his chest. Their sides pressed together, Barty smiles—fully content now.

Wordlessly, Barty ghosts his hand over the warm skin, relishing in the way Evan shivers from the cold metal of the ring on his middle finger.

There’s silence for a few minutes. Evan’s hair brushes the side of his face and his warm breath fans across his chest, their hearts only slightly out of sync as they beat so close together.

It’s a lot for Barty to take in sometimes—the whole idea of them. Having someone so delicate, yet so utterly untouchable, be his. If anyone took the time to ask him, though, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Barty knows Evan’s eyes are closed, can see the shadow of his eyelashes. He takes the opportunity to trace over his freckles; a messy constellation that follows the high points of his cheeks, crosses sporadically over the bridge of his nose.

Evan scrunches his face up, which should not be so endearing. “That tickles.”

Barty turns his head, placing the quickest of kisses atop of Evan’s forehead, debating whether or not he should just give in and lick the side of his face. Then ultimately deciding against it—Evan did just take a shower—he’ll be nice for once.

“I wasn’t jealous. I don’t get jealous,” Evan mumbles, his voice lulled and tired sounding.

“Of course not, Ev.” Barty resists rolling his eyes, Evan can’t see his face anyway.

“Besides,” Barty continues, “If you were jealous, I don’t mind you threatening people for me…it’s kinda hot.”

Evan smacks him lightly across the chest, but snuggles deeper against his shoulder. Which definitely does not do a weird flippy thing to Barty’s stomach. Nope, not at all.

“Mm okay,” Evan yawns. Which, Barty can’t blame him. Exhaustion is slowly taking over his body the longer they lie here. At this point all he wants to do is blow out the candles and fall asleep. Keep Evan next to him the whole night.

“Hey Goldilocks.”

“Mhm…” Evan must be too tired to even rebuke the nickname.

“Reg is going to freak out if he finds you here in my bed.”

Evan huffs, not very different from a petulant child. He makes no move to get up or even open his eyes. “I don’t care.”

This time Barty can’t hold back his yawn. He shuts his eyes and allows his body to sink further into the bed. Further into Evan. “Maybe we can tell Potter how madly in love with him Reg is. Then they can finally leave us alone.”

“Payback,” Evan snorts.

They both fall asleep without really meaning to. Tangled limbs beneath the covers and hands that aren’t inclined to let go. As his mind quiets down, something in Barty feels settled. A puzzle piece slotting into place after searching and searching for the edge that matches. Evan tends to have that effect on him, he’s come to notice.

All is quiet for a while, the whole school in a coinciding state of slumber. A time when portraits snore softly and only ghosts roam the halls, the usual lively presence of magic at bay for now.

But not even thirty minutes later they’re awoken with a loud thud and a significantly darker room—Barty had blown the candles out after all—just in case.

“Lumos,” someone whispers.

Regulus stands at the end of Barty’s bed, hands on his hips and a look of annoyance on his face. His wand is now lit and shining far too bright for Barty’s liking.

“What the fuck, Reg?” he asks groggily. Evan groans beside him and tries to hide his face.

“Not my fault I tripped over your fucking books, Barty,” Regulus hisses. “And you guys are gross. You said no PDA in the dorm.”

Barty squints and gestures for him to lower his wand. Regulus does so slowly. “Yeah, well I’m a fucking liar. Let us sleep.”

It’s with a lot of grumbling and a sharp glare that Regulus turns and stalks to his side of the room. When he shuts himself in the bathroom Barty reaches for his own wand and spells his curtains closed.

He has Evan back in his arms in no time, steady and real and here. Absolutely not going anywhere, if Barty has a say in it. His fingers resume their path over his arm, tracing nonsensical shapes that neither can decipher. Before they both drift off again a thought pops into Barty’s head.

“We are definitely getting him back for this.”

#ahhhh another microfic i missed them #this is silly and self indulgent but i love them sm #so soft i'm kinda dying #shoutout to evan's freckles for being the sole inspo #and myro's lovely lovely art ofc #rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #barty x evan #evan x barty #rat's silly microfics

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msneedful-ispleaseful · 7 months

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Plug!Connie! - Spoiled bimbo reader wants to suck on something and its not her sucker. Connie says she has to be a good girl and wait, but you've never been one to follow rules easily have you?

The beat of a new pop song bumped through the car as it drove down the pearly streets of Beverley hills, riding past the gated community of the Wester field Country Club. Smoke filled the car, your eyes red and Sanrio nails clicking together as you practiced rolling the blunt.

The ringed hand on your thigh gripped hard "here!" you turned to the tall slouched buzzed cut man next to you, his tattoo sleeves gleaming in the sunlight, holding the blunt between your two fingers he could see it wasn't perfect or pretty but it was better than the first attempts. Nodding his head at the blunt with a lazy smile "good job baby, light it up this time hun" Connie said you smiled heart fluttering as you grabbed the hello kitty lighter you became hyper aware of the wind, the flame going in and out, his warm olive skin against your cold brown thigh his hand gripping tighter and tighter. you hurriedly lit the blunt reaching over to place it in his mouth.

Your breast pushed against his forearm, nipples staring to peak through your pink tank top you leaned back in your seat curinsg yourself for skipping out on a bra, and underwear because thats exactly where the air from the AC was headed, straight up your pink mini skirt. i reach into my purse and suck on my sucker to distract myself as smoke fills the car progressively, I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander, I think of my sore throat, the way Connie fucked it raw last night, making me take him in till my vision blurred not letting up for one second, I open my eyes and reach over palming Connie through his shorts he looks down at me shocked. he pushed my hand away and I put it back

Next thing i know his joggers are down his dick in my throat and he swerving through Beverly Hills in his black jeep, I have tears in my eyes and he keeps hitting past the back of my throat making me gag and slobber all over him, tears ruin my makeup and I struggle to breathe, his tip is red and angry between my lips leaking tasty precum that I swallow, I swallow around his dick again and aing to get more of that pre cum until suddenly his legs are shaking the car is nearly going haywire and streaming cum down my throat it slips down his dick and I lick him clean like a sucker

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ghostlyforxst · 11 months

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Ohhh that Fatgum request 😳 I hope you don't mind a follow-up idea, I'm just thinking about Fatgum being real dominant and drunk on his own power..maybe absorbing some energy from his sub with his quirk (I figure he's more powerful since it's a #1 hero AU) 💦 big and dominant in every way

❱ http:˚♡All To You by Sabrina Claudio ˚ˑؘ 🍄 ·˚

GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Number One Hero AU, Inappropriate Language, 18+, Masturbation (Female), Overstimulation, Metions of Dumbification, Squirting, Rough Sex, Slight! Breeding, and Dominate behavior

CHARACTER: Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

WORD COUNT: 835

A/N- I'm loving all the thirsty fatgum requests, but anyways thank you for requesting and enjoy ;3

You laid awake, eyes boring into the high ceilings as you twisted the ring on your finger, before you flipped and faced Taishiro—watching his chest rise and fall with wordless mumbles.

You were aware he was exhausted from his hero duties, considering that the villains have been more persistent as of late but you missed him. He barely had time for you when he arrived in the late hours, leaving the house lacking his presence throughout the day. It didn't help that you were feeling amorous, needy for Taishiro's rough yet gentle hands and needy for him to release his stress on you. Your eyes shut, tremblingly, as the flaming heat between your feverish thighs became intolerable. A whiny breath utters from your lips as your thighs knead one another desperately for a bit of relief, finding it as your thigh chafed against your puffy clit. You huffed, tears beading in your eyes with frustration, and you entangled your fingers into your hair. Even if your body cried out for Taishiro, you weren’t going to disturb his rest when you could tackle your fat and deprived cunt yourself—but you didn’t intend on waking him.

A hand slithers past your ‘jama shorts, shuddering as your finger stroked over your clad slit before shedding from your shorts and dampened panties. You inhale sharply as the drafty air kisses your aroused cunny, stifling a moan. Your fingers rubbed circles on your folds, slipping in a digit and teasing your sensitive bud. You were losing yourself, becoming more and more difficult to withhold those needful noises and jerks of your hip as your fingers crept down to your greedy hole and stretched you prettily.

“Taishiro~” You breathe, bucking into your hand.

Taishiro’s eyes flicked open, discerning your muffled whimpers and the wet smack of your thrusting fingers, his brows furrowed before raising with realization. He tossed around, catching you as your skin prickled and your back arching when you came around your fingers. His hand tickles over your clammy skin, your arousal seeping into his body, as he felt his cock harden achingly.

Taishiro’s lips draws into a taunting smirk, “my baby is so restless tonight, isn’t she?”

Your glossy eyes widen, before bobbing your head sluggishly.

“Now you know I loathe it when you exclude me, definitely when I could’ve gotten a taste of that pussy.”

“M’sorry, Taishy. Didn’t wanna bother you when I know yer tired.” You murmured, your words drawn out.

He smiled before he mounted you, “that’s sweet of you baby, but you know I gotta punish ya.”

You mewled, his hips rutting against yours, flinging your head back. Taishiro maneuvers himself from his gray joggers, you ogled at his swollen and redden cock. He takes your chin between his fingers and tilts it for you to stare him in the eye. “Look at me…be a good girl and spread wide for me.”

You parted your legs, your glistening lips in sight. Taishiro breathes through his nostrils and envelops his dick with his hand, swirling and smushing the head between your folds before he sheathes himself in your warmth with a groan. Your eyes deters from him, squirming beneath him. He growls and smacks your cunt, manhandling your jaw once again.

“‘I’m not going to ask you again,” He chided, “look at me.”

A hand palms at your stiffen teat while the other grasps your hip, setting a rhythmic tempo. Taishiro’s head slouches with a low hum, absorbing your lustful energy with every pump of his dick—now he was losing himself.

You choked on a sob as Taishiro swells into his chunky form, his girth stuffing you utmost. Your nails clawed at his wrist, his pace increasing. “Taishy, gentle.”

He scoffs before he snatches your legs and forcing them to your chest, fucking you further at an angle that had you squealing.

“I can't help it, baby cakes. I just want you so bad.” Taishiro moaned, his tongue lolled and drooled past his lip as he became drunk off of sex.

You gripped at the sheets, his name coming from your lips, as you came undone. “Taishiro!”

“T’such a good girl.” Taishiro sputtered, eyes rolling back as he spilled himself into your womb.

His hold lessen as he smothers himself into your breast, thrusting languidly, and resting for a few before he lifts himself on to his elbows as his dick jackhammered into your quivering pussy.

“No!” You wailed, attempting to pull from him.

“Give me one more,” He grunted.

You felt your gut tightened once more, your bottom lip wobbling. This was what you wanted, you missed his touch and now you got it with a consequence. Your wall spasmed around his cock, squirting with strained scream. You stared up at him tiredly, watching as his jaw jutted and his back curved when he reached his release. Taishiro collapses beside you, his chest heaving as he brings you into him.

You snuggled into him, lips coming to a smile. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, baby girl.”

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