*guy who is wearing one combined pant leg between two actual legs voice* like what?

he's baaaack! friend and I couldn't stop losing our minds at the stereotypical crust pants but instead of duct or gaffer's tape, they're patched together with packing tape.

see-through saucy lil crust number.

Baseball Trivia Pt.4  - Josh Anderson

Type: Y/N insert shorts, strangers to enemies-ish to lovers, series

Requested: No

Warnings: standard swearing

A/N: This is the final part! Thank you all so much for reading along, and I hope you enjoyed! Just a note on something from the beginning of the piece, an SID is a Sports Information Director. It’s what Y/N does, I just hadn’t mentioned the title previously.

It was uncharacteristically hot in Vancouver, and it fit Y/N’s angry mood. The anger from Josh’s accusations still hadn’t worn off, and it wasn’t making her job any easier as she dealt with yet another SID who couldn’t follow directions. University of Alberta’s SID clearly hadn’t read any of her emails, and she knew he’d been screening her calls once she started making them since he couldn’t be bothered to read the emails. She had access to Alberta’s stats, but only through their website, so she didn’t know if they were updated, and he had yet to get her a starting lineup. Apparently she would have to go above his head for that. 

Tom, one of the grounds guys who had been with the university for as long as she’d been alive, waved as she stomped down the stairs of the press box. “Going to teach some people a lesson?” Tom laughed as she threw her hands up in the air in a ‘you guessed it’ gesture, and she smiled slightly as she slipped outside. It was impossible to stay mad when Tom was around. 

Both of the teams were warming up already, though thankfully Alberta’s coach was standing on the sideline and not running the drills from the field. Their SID was nowhere to be seen, and Y/N was beginning to wonder if he even existed. If he wasn’t in the press box with her he should have been on the field with the coaches. She caught a couple of the players ogling her as they completed their drills, and she groaned inwardly. She was wearing khakis and a university polo, for fucks sake! 

The coach looked in her direction when she was about ten feet away, and he headed in her direction. “Coach Anderson! It’s nice to meet you.” Y/N stuck out her hand to shake as she reached him, and he gripped her right hand with a smile. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, the SID for UBC. I was hoping to get your lineup for today?” Anderson nodded tightly. 

“Yes, of course,” he said briskly, “Jerry didn’t send it to you?” Y/N shook her head, and he pursed his lips. “That’s the third time this season. I apologize, Y/N.” She smiled at the coach and assured him it was no trouble, even though inwardly she was swearing. As long as she had her lineup, she’d get over it. Several members of the team stared at her as she walked away, she could feel it, but a whistle blew and Anderson yelled at them to get back to work. Y/N smiled inwardly. At least one of the men out here wasn’t an ass.

The game went off without a hitch, and media went faster than usual, and Jerry finally appeared when it was time for media. Who the hell knows where he was during the game. It was early in conference play, and UBC was a hell of a lot better than Alberta. There wasn’t much of a story to be written. Tom was still working on the field when she finished writing her overview, riding slowly on a mower through the field. It would be the women’s turn to play tomorrow, and Y/N knew Tom liked the field to be perfect on game days. He looked happy on his mower, his straw hat still sitting on his head from earlier, when it was sunny. These were the moments she lived for, outside of the chaos of game time. The athletics side of campus was so peaceful at night. Y/N smiled over at the baseball field as she slid past, her favorite place to work. She would have to get Sam, the facilities director, to unlock the gate for her tomorrow. It was her favorite place to work outside of the office. 

She finally left campus a little after nine, and debated stopping to get food. On one hand it would be nice to have it ready after she showered, but on the other it wasn’t in her budget for the week. It was a bone-deep exhaustion that had takeout calling her name as she drove through the city, but Y/N convinced herself it wouldn’t take long to make something small when she got home. Maybe oatmeal. The climb up ten floors in the elevator felt like it took longer than usual, and Y/N let herself into her apartment with a groan. This was her sanctuary. All of the wandering eyes and the unnecessary stress of fighting sexism to prove her worth to the department melted away when she got her first glimpse of the city view every night. The apartment sat in the middle of the city, high enough that she had a fantastic view. Outside of the baseball field, this was her favorite place in Vancouver.

Y/N was just about to open up a beer to shower with when a knock sounded at her door. It was late for visitors, even for Thatcher to show up, so she approached the peep-hole cautiously. Josh stood on the other side, food in one hand and coffee in the other. “What the hell,” Y/N whispered to herself. She looked up to the sky, cursing whoever had given him her address, and opened the door. 

He looked scared when she opened it, and she tried not to laugh at the sight, despite also wanting to slam the door in his face. “What.” Josh bit his lip at the harshness of her tone.

“I came to apologize.” Josh lifted his hands to show the food, as if to prove his words. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was in anger, but that’s not an excuse. I’d like to talk, at least try to be civil.” Y/N sighed, but she opened the door further. Josh hesitated, but he stepped inside. 

He looked good, and Y/N cursed her body for how it reacted to him. He looked cozy like always, in joggers and a t-shirt, and Y/N had to mentally hold herself back so she didn’t run her fingers through the dark hair falling in his eyes. Josh gestured silently at the coffee table with the food and drinks, and she nodded. They moved together to the living area, and Y/N hesitated slightly when Josh put the stuff on the table and then settled onto the couch. “Will you sit, please?” Josh’s voice was soft, and she sat before thinking about it. “Bo told me your address,” he said with a small smile, “I’m sure you were probably wondering how I knew it.” She was going to kill him. And Holly. Damn meddling assholes. 

“Did they tell you to apologize too?” The words came out sharper than Y/N meant for them too, and she almost felt bad when Josh leaned back slightly. 

“I was already planning on it when they told me to. If it makes you feel any better, Holly slapped me when I told her what I said.” Y/N put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. Of course she did. “I shouldn’t have acted that way. I was upset, yeah, and probably more than a little jealous, but that’s not an excuse. It wouldn’t have mattered if you did sleep with half the team, I didn’t have any right to call you a puck bunny.” He paused, like he was trying to decide if he should continue.

“Holly also told me a little bit about you, and about your ex. I hate that I talked about you the way that I did, especially since everyone tells me you do so much for the guys. You flinched slightly when I accused you of messing with the team, and I don’t ever want to be the reason you get that look on your face again. If I could take it all back, maybe start over again, I wouldn’t have said any of it.” 

He smiled a little. “Actually, I probably would have mentioned I thought you and Thatcher were dating and that I was jealous, because that part is true. I really like you, Y/N. I’ve been an asshole, and it’s been really easy to ignore it. You’re going to think I’m a total dick when I say this, but you stuck with me after we hooked up. It was hard to believe that you’d left that night, and that you didn’t leave me with anything. No note, no last name, nothing. That’s usually my job.” Y/N broke up Josh’s words as she threw a wadded-up napkin she didn’t realize she was holding at his head. Josh looked at her in shock for a second, and she mouthed a silent ‘sorry’. He began to laugh, and shook his head. “No, I deserved that. It was an asshole thing to say. Anyway, Y/N, I’m really fucking sorry, and I’d like to start over if you’d let me.”

It was hard to stay pissed when he was looking at her with puppy eyes. She was still mad, sure, but damn it he spoke well. And he’d brought food from Luigi’s, her favorite Italian place in the city. Y/N met Josh’s eyes again and made her choice. 

“I don’t want to start over.” Josh deflated a little bit, and she registered a surprising level of disappointment in his eyes. He began to stand, nodding, but Y/N reached out a hand to stop him. “I’m not going to pretend last night didn’t happen, and I sure as hell don’t want to forget our night in Ohio.” Josh looked down, eyes wide, and she smiled slightly. “I like you. A lot. But if you ever talk about me like that again I will make you wish you’d never stepped foot in Vancouver.” She squeezed Josh’s arm slightly to go with her warning, and he nodded. Josh sat down slowly.

Y/N released his arm, only to grip his hand lightly. “You want a beer? I’d offer you wine, since you guys usually drink that stuff during the season, but I hate the shit. I don’t keep any here.” Josh laughed and okay-ed the beer. She stopped to take a deep breath into the open fridge door, letting the cool air wash over her face. It should have felt weird to have Josh in her apartment, just like she knew she should have been more mad than she was, but right now it seemed like up was down and down was up. Nothing made much sense. He sat on her couch, in those damned soft clothes, looking like he was meant to be there. That jolt in her skin when she grabbed his arm was the same jolt she felt in Ohio. There was something there, and she had to explore it. Josh looked back at her, likely wondering why she was just standing in front of the fridge, and she smiled at him. His answering smile took her breath away.

The food was set out across the coffee table when Y/N reached the couch again, and it was her normal order, down to the lack of cheese on the pasta. Josh smiled when Y/N handed him the beer, and she slid past him to sit on the couch in front of the setting he’d made for her. “How did you know what my order is?” Josh’s smile was sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Wait,” she interjected, “let me guess. Bo and Holly.” His answering smile and nod had her shaking her head. They ate silently, though Josh relaxed the longer he sat there without being thrown out. He finally leaned back against the cushions when he finished eating, his beer cradled in his right hand.

“Holly said you don’t hook up very often.” Josh spoke hesitantly, like he was afraid Y/N would change her mind about forgiving him. “Actually, she said never.”

Y/N took her time chewing her spaghetti, organizing her words. “I don’t do emotional detachment very well.” She met Josh’s questioning eyes with a half smile. “I get emotionally attached to people a little too quickly, especially ones I have sex with. I don’t do hookups because hookups lend themselves to emotional detachment and I just end up feeling like shit.” Josh reached over and gripped her thigh lightly, and when he squeezed Y/N was thrown back to Columbus and his hands all over her body. “That’s probably why Holly pushed so hard for you to come over here,” Y/N continued quickly, shaking off the memories. “She knew I was likely already attached to you and not taking the argument well.” 

She leaned back over her spaghetti, fighting the urge to look at Josh. It was pretty weird to admit to being attached to a one-time hookup, she knew that. It didn’t make her any less attached, though. Josh squeezed her thigh again, an attention-getter, and Y/N looked over at him questioningly. His eyes were soft, and an understanding had settled over his face. He was starting to get her, and that made Y/N feel damn good.

“I got pretty attached too.” He was? Josh ran his hand through his hair roughly, and Y/N lamented the loss of the weight on her leg. “I’m not used to being attached to a woman romantically like this, but I just can’t get you out of my head. It was easy for a while, until last night actually, but now that I see you again I need to keep you around.” His hand left Y/N’s thigh, and she lamented the loss momentarily. His hand quickly found a home where her neck met her shoulder, and Y/N stared into Josh’s eyes intently. “I want the whole damn thing with you, Y/N Y/L/N. The awkward dates, the good dates, the family meetings, the sex,” Y/N groaned at the last one, and Josh shot her a smile. “I fucked up royally, but I promise I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.” 

If he didn’t do anything else well, Josh was made for pretty speeches. Y/N found herself nodding quickly before she could change her mind, and Josh perked up. “Yeah?” She nodded again. “Yeah,” she whispered back.

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It took almost 2 months before they told the team they were dating. The Horvats suspected, because they were the only ones who knew about the argument, but everyone else just thought Y/N was accepting Josh into the fold much like she had every other member of the team. Y/N smiled to herself from her spot next to Holly, waiting in the hallway after the game. Gunnar was settled into Y/N’s arms, sleeping finally. He’d become colicky, and sometimes Y/N’s arms were the only ones he would relax in. Holly said she was a baby whisperer, but Y/N insisted it was because he could tell she was the cool aunt. 

Josh’s arms came around her from behind, settling on her hips as he rested his head on her shoulder to stare down at Gunnar. “You look good with a baby.” Josh’s words were whispered, but Holly clearly got the gist. She smirked, and raised a hand to high five her husband as he reached their group. 

Bo obliged, though he looked confused by both her enthusiasm and the way Y/N and Josh were standing.“They finally got together!” Bo’s confusion turned to one of mischief, and he turned around to holler at Thatcher. Y/N groaned, because she knew what was coming.

“Yo! Dems!” Thatcher turned away from his spot chatting up Jordie and Jessie to raise an eyebrow at Bo. “You owe me fifty bucks!” He pointed at Y/N and Josh, the latter of which raised a hand to wave at Thatcher. Thatcher’s face split as he barked out a laugh, and the team began to cheer. Bo turned back to the pair with a smile. “We’ve been taking bets on how long it would take for you two to get together. I had bet you already were, but hadn’t told anyone. Guess I was right.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, though she settled deeper into Josh’s chest. Of course they’d bet on it. Boys would be boys. Thatcher broke free from his conversation to make his way over, stopping in front of them with a glare Y/N could tell wasn’t that serious. “Hurt her, I kill you. I don’t care if you’re my teammate, that’s my family.” Josh nodded seriously, and Y/N rolled her eyes again. Boys. 

She handed Gunnar back to his parents with a smile and a goodbye. Josh gripped her hand as they walked to the parking lot, and Y/N squeezed back gently. “I’m really thankful I broke my no-athlete rule for you.” 

Josh didn’t speak for a minute, though he opened the car door for Y/N and waited as she settled into the seat. He leaned forward and kissed her gently. “I’m really thankful you know so much random sports shit.”

Just A Scratch

“Only 38 days to go now!” You titled your phone screen so Taron could see the countdown you had set in the corner of your lock screen before you switched your phone to silent and slipped it back in your bag. The waiting room of the doctor’s surgery was quiet. They’d been kind enough to squeeze you in at the very end of the day seeing as it was only a quick and minor request.

“I can’t wait. Two whole weeks with you is exactly what I need.” Taron squeezed your thigh softly as he watched the mother and toddler who were called in before you make their way out through the doors.

“Me, you, and the whole of Thailand to explore.”

“Heaven.”

“Would you like to go through now?” The receptionist called out from behind her counter and you took hold of Taron’s hand as you stood up slowly.  

“Thanks.”

Even the smell of the doctor’s surgery was enough to make you feel nervous, but Taron seemed calmer than ever as he ushered you on ahead.

“Hello, hello, take a seat.” The doctor greeted you with a warm smile and you took the seat next to his desk, never letting go of Taron’s hand as he sat down beside you. “What can I do for you today?”

“We’re off to Thailand in a few weeks and wanted to check if we needed any travel injections or whether we’re still covered by previous ones, that sort of thing.” You explained.

“Ah right, yes. Let me just bring up your medical records and take a look.” As the doctor checked his computer you turned back to Taron who sat looking at a poster on the opposite wall. It was unusual for him to be this quiet but when you clocked that the poster he was reading was about pregnancy you couldn’t help but smile a little and leave him to it.

“Okay then, so Y/N everything looks fine for you. You’ll just need the simple Typhoid and Hepatitis A vaccinations which I can pop in for you in a moment… and then Taron.”

“Me?” Taron was brought back to reality. “I think I had them all done the other year so I shouldn’t need anything. I was just here for moral support.” He laughed gently.

“Well seeing as you’re here too we might as well double check, just in case.”

“Ah no, don’t worry I’ll be alright. I’m sure you’d rather be getting home sooner too.”

“It’s no bother, it’ll take 2 seconds. Here we go… so you last had them done in 2015 which means you’ll need the Typhoid and Hepatitis A top up’s as well. Good job we did check, eh?” The doctor wheeled his chair back from his desk and then walked over to the fridge in the back corner of the room. You noticed Taron’s leg start to bounce up and down as he couldn’t take his eyes off the doctor and the size of syringe that he collected from the drawer next to the fridge. “I just need to go and grab an extra needle, won’t be long.” The doctor called out as he left the room.

“Good job they could squeeze us both in.” You spoke quietly to Taron as you placed your hand to his leg and pushed it down slightly to try and stop his fidgeting.

“Mmmm.” He replied as he lifted your hand away from his leg without looking back to you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yup.” He finally looked back to you and tried to force out a smile but you could see the tension he was holding in his jaw and noticed the colour start to fade from his cheeks.

“Do you want me to go first?”

“D-don’t mind.” He stuttered and then cleared his throat. You hadn’t seen him quite like this before. His nervous habits were common before big events or the first day of shooting a new film but he could harness those nerves for his own benefit. This time around he didn’t know what to do with the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. He wiped his sweaty palms down his jeans and then flinched as the doctor came back in the room holding the syringe and needle all ready to go.

“Go on, get mine out the way.” You pushed your sleeve up and turned in your chair to face your left arm towards the doctor.

“Are you alright with needles? It’ll be a small scratch and you’re welcome to look the other way.”

“I’m okay, I won’t look but I’m not going to faint on you or anything.” You laughed softly as the doctor approached your arm and the next thing you knew Taron had left your side and was pulling open the door to leave.

“I’m just gonna-”

“Taron, wait. It’s fine!” You called out after him, but it was too late. By the time the door had closed you were all done and hadn’t even noticed the injection had gone in.

“Sorry about this, I’ll get him back.”

“Take your time,” The doctor smiled. “It’s more common than you think for men to panic over needles.”

As you stepped outside the consultation room you saw Taron stood down the corridor by the window which was now open ajar. He was leaning forwards with his palms resting flat to the windowsill and his head tilted down.

“Hey, you.” You spoke softly as you approached him and ran your hand up his back to his shoulder. “I’m all done, and absolutely fine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re not the first and you definitely won’t be the last one to panic and run.” You continued your path over his body and stroked down his arm until you reached his wrist and gently lifted it away from the plastic ledge so you could take hold of his hand.

“It’s stupid. I know it’ll be fine.”

“It will, and I’ll be there with you so you can gaze into my eyes and imagine we’re… I don’t know, on a beach somewhere sunny.”

“Or hidden beneath the covers in bed.”

“If you’d prefer,” You nudged your arm into his and encouraged him to open up so you could hug him properly. “You should have told me you didn’t like needles.”

“I know, but it’s embarrassing. It’s not the needle itself just the way it goes in.” His whole body tightened as he thought about it. “Even picturing it makes me feel sick, and I get all hot and shaky.”

“It’s alright though, it’ll be less than a minute and then we can get out of here and take your mind off it completely. Come on.” You took a step back towards the door and tried to encourage Taron to follow you, but he resisted your tug on his arm.

“I really don’t want to.”

“Come on, it’ll be 30 seconds tops.”

“Please, not now. I’ll come back another day when I feel better.” He dropped your hand and folded his arms across his chest as he stared to close himself off again.

“Taron, stop. Look at me. Look at me.” You waited for him to sigh and then lift his gaze. “That’s all you’ve got to do. Nothing bad is going to happen, just stand in there and look at me exactly as you’re doing now and then it’ll all be over, okay?” Giving him chance to protest again would only end badly so you turned away and went back inside the consultation room, leaving the door deliberately open for Taron. The doctor was ready and waiting but made himself look busy as Taron took a tentative step back inside with his eyes wide with fear.

“I’ll make it super quick for you, Taron.” The doctor encouraged as he closed the door behind him and then picked up the needle without Taron catching a glimpse.

“Keep looking at me, imagine we’re… somewhere else.” You smirked a little and saw Taron’s eyes start to soften.

“You’ll just feel a small scratch.”

“Just a scratch,” You repeated the doctor’s words to Taron and he bit his lip as he waited for it. “Nearly done, it’s all good.”

“There we go! Not too bad, eh?”

“No.” Taron let out the breath he’d been holding and you saw his shoulders relax.

“All done.” You smiled proudly at him and finally got a little smile back.

“Have a wonderful time in Thailand.” The doctor held the door open as he let you leave straight away, walking quickly with Taron back through the reception area and out of the surgery into the fresh air. 

“I’m so glad that’s done. I fucking hate doctors.” The first thing Taron did was pull you in against his chest and wrap his arms around your shoulders. 

“You don’t say!”

“Thank you though. Thanks for putting up with such a wimp like me. You were amazing.” He leant in and placed a soft kiss to your cheek.

 May I request a taron x reader? They're at the clinic for a check up and Taron was alright until the doctor said 'needle'. He gets jittery and nervous while they're getting ready and almost leaves but the reader helps calm him down.

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Nani the heck is this? Read here!

Chapter 23: Who the Hell Said That?!

I’ve been put to work with all these Valentines day orders, but the money is really good. It’s delivery day, I teleport to the person’s room or at the meeting place at school. I made a whole 18,400 yen and consider putting up my services for White Day too. I had the tart ready for the next day and I get nervous as I put it in a pastry box to put it in the fridge.

“Yo, that tart looks good af” said Yuka as they passed by to grab their keys “who’s it for?”

“Oh uhhh for this guy” I get flushed and Yuka put 2 and 2 together.

“Ohhhhh I see, for that glasses guy huh?” she nudged me “tryna get in the bone zone?”

“Ew no ya nasty ass” I nudged her back “I REALLY want to know if he likes me the way everyone is saying he does, this is the only way I know he can’t avoid the question.”

“I hope he does like you” Yuka’s tone changed a bit serious “I can see you guys being endgame for each other.” She puts her hand on my shoulder “ANYWAYS! I see the food is ready for the party tonight, you got your part of the booze money?”

“OH right, here’s my 2,000 yen for booze.”

“Coolio, any requests?”

“Sour vodka or some Smirnoff Ice please.”

Yuka finger guns as she backs up into the hallway “gotcha! I’ll be back hopefully 30 minutes before people show up!”

“Ok! TEXT ME IF YOU COULDN’T GET ICE ICE, SO I CAN GO SLAP A BITCH FOR SOME!”

They give me the thumbs up before sliding down the stairs to meet up with their older brother. It’s the night of our anti-Valentines day party and it’s one of our biggest ones yet. We got all levels and years in our program to pitch in in some way. Since all the dorms were re-modeled to be more like the 3rd year’s dorms, now we have a bigger living room that we can flip to have a club level party.

“Hey come help me unload the booze from Yuka” Jin asked me “she got alot.”

“I can’t, she didn’t get ice so I have to teleport to the hero dorms to copy a quirk” I said as I put my hair up “I saw that Mimi is done setting up the audio system, ask her.”

“Oh fuck okay” Jin said a bit concerned “I hope they agree because it’s T-minus 15 mins until people arrive.”

“Aw fuck okay! Heading out now!” I say as I teleport out and into the hero dorms. “Hi yall! Is Shouto available to talk?”

“Oh Palma-san! What a surprise!” exclaimed Sato from the couch “I believe he’s in his room.”

“Thanks!” I rush over to his dorm and knock “Shouto? It’s me, Ita! May I borrow your face for just a second?” I hear things dropping and stumbling with the closet door slamming.

“Yes? you wanted my face Palma-san?” He opened the door and he was shirtless and glistening with sweat, the unmistakable signs of fooling around in the sheets and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Yea I need to borrow your Ice quirk, my dorm is in need of a LOT of ice.”

“Oh alright” he stuck his face forward to me “go ahead.”

I hold his face in my hands and I see a foot sticking out from his closet, I squint to see if I can see any other incriminating details. I saw an All might pj set pants on the floor and a shirt that said ‘T-shirt’ on it. OH MY GOODNESS IT’S MIDORIYA! I screamed in my mind good on them tho. “Okay all done with the copy! Thanks again Shouto!”

“No problem! We miss you.”

“Aww, I miss our bathroom time” I turn my gaze back to the foot “looks like you were having a session, I’ll get out of your way so you can resume.���

“Um alright, Bye Palma-san.”

“Yeah bye Palma-san! Come back again so we-” Midoriya waved from the closet to say bye because it’s his habit to always send somebody off. 

“I KNEW IT WAS YOU!” I gasped as I turned to Todoroki “your secret is safe with me, it’s okay.”

They both sighed in relief as I teleported off. I got back to chill the drinks just enough in time for people to come rolling in. As I was chatting up with some of the new faces, Jin pings me over to the front door.

“Baby girl, you know this guy?” Jin motions to Tetsutetsu.

“Oh! yeah I know this guy, he’s cool Jin” I said and brought him inside “he’s just a newbie to the party scene, he’s in B class.”

Jin gives me the thumbs up as he goes back to being the bouncer of the party. I bring Tetsu to the bar area to mix him a drink.

“What’s this?” he asked as I held the cup out to him.

“Sunny D and Champagne” I cork the champagne “I call it, Broke Ghetto Girl Mimosa.”

He took a sip and made a face “Oh bruh, it’s alcohol! I thought this was a party?!”

“Yea, an intel program party” I open up a smiroff ice so I can ice someone “Rule number 1: Must partake in at least 2 drinks. Number 2: Be cool, dance a little. Number 3: if you’re gonna make out/fuck, do so in your rooms. Number 4: Puke in the bathroom. Number 5: You can pass out in our shared space BUT you have to leave before 10am the next day. And my personal favorite, Number 6: Respect Women.”

“Only 6 rules?” He gulped down the rest of his drink “doesn’t seem too hard. Also may I have another drink? That last one was pretty good!”

“Slow your roll there Tin Man!” I warned as I mixed him grape vodka, grape juice and pop rocks “I’m not babysitting you if you get too sloppy, I’m tryna have fun too” I give him his new drink “nurse on that for a bit and talk to Yuka.”

“I’m just really nervous!” he took a sip as he looked around him “I’ve never been invited to a party like this before. I’m not the coolest guy in the class.”

“Well here’s your chance” I motioned over to Yuka walking toward us “YO! YUKA! UP TOP!” I put my hand up for the high five as she ran toward me with her hand up, at the last second I levitated the smiroff ice to my hand for her to grab “YOU’VE BEEN ICED! Cue the music Mimi!” 

Ice Ice Baby By Vanilla Ice plays and everyone hollers “Aw fuck, Iced again by the Queen of Icing!” she gets on her power kneel and downs the drink “I’ll get you one of these days Palma!” she burped as she pointed at me with her empty bottle.

“Hehehe we’ll see about that” I took the bottle and gestured toward Tetsutetsu “have y’all met?”

“Oh! Metal Man! yea I saw him at the sports festival when I was in that vendor’s area” she started giggling “I tripped him out when I multiplied myself to get myself in multiple food lines.”

“Yea, I really thought there was glitch” he chuckled nervously “anyways, I’m Tetsutetsu.”

“Oh, is that your first or last name?”

“Yes”

They started laughing and I walked away giving him the thumbs up. I go about enjoying myself and meeting new people. Meanwhile, in the hero dorms.

“They sound like they’re having fun” pouted Kaminari looking out from the commons room window “Palma-san always gets to do the coolest things.”

“She was here earlier” Todoroki spoke up from the kitchen “they needed ice and she popped in to borrow my ice quirk.”

Iida stops mid sip of his water “She was here?! and nobody told me?!”

“She just popped in” Todoroki raised an eyebrow “why do we need to tell you if she comes over?”

“I haven’t seen her since her birthday” Iida protested “it’s like she’s avoiding us and she hasn’t invited me to this party.”

“Didn’t you say no to the last one Iida-kun?” Midoriya recalled “I’m sure she had a reason not to tell us about this one.”

“Oh HO I think not fellas” Mineta yelled from the window, holding binoculars “looks like she invited Tetsutetsu, he’s the only hero course student at that party.”

Iida dashed over to take Mineta’s binoculars to see for himself, and it was true. He saw Palma-san dancing next to Tetsutetsu. “She’s dancing with him! And they both have drinks in their hands” he puts the binoculars down “she looks so.....happy.”

“Iida-kun? Are you alright?” asked Kaminari, concerned “you did say no last time and it looks like its picking up pretty fast.”

“I’m going over there to talk to her” Iida sternly walked out of the dorms and to the intel dorms, all the boys were watching from the window. “Hello Jin, may I gain entry to talk to Ita?”

Jin looks over the list on his clipboard “Sorry, you’re not on our list.”

“I’m not going to stay, I just want to talk to Ita real quick.”

“Let me see if she’s in the mood to talk” Jin sticks his finger in his ear to send a ping to her and he gets two pings back “she says no, she’s too drunk to hold conversation.”

“I see, well can you tell her I want to talk when she’s sober? It’s important.”

“I’ll do my best to remember that” he scribbles on his clipboard “I think she wanted to talk to you too but her sales and prep for this party took up all her time.”

Iida perked up “Really? Then I shall await her response.”

“Whatever dude, isn’t it past your bedtime or something?” Jin cringed and just wanted Iida to leave.

The rest of the night went right at the party, Yuka and Tetsutetsu have entered infatuation zone. I iced 5 people and had a really good time meeting new people. I woke up passed out under the dining room table, I check the time, it’s 10:45am. I crawl out from the table to make some coffee and I see that most of the usual mess of our parties was cleaned up. I make my way to the kitchen and see Hansai on the ground without any pants, which wasn’t unusual but his ass was red from getting slapped. I moved him to the couch and made coffee for everyone. As everyone rose from their hangovers and slowly made their way to the kitchen to see if you had enough leftovers to eat breakfast or we had to cook. Lucky for us there was 4 whole uneaten pizzas and alot of mini hot dogs that we just heated up and ate. After cleaning up the rest of the mess and bathed, I had my plan in check. The plan was to send a text to ask if he was going anywhere and if I could pop in to talk, I then teleport in and give him the tart to corner him into confessing, I’ll figure out the rest from there because anything could happen. I was hoping for the best where we enter the kissing zone that will lead into the commitment zone.

“Okay y’all I’m going on my solo mission” I say as I’m getting the tart out of the fridge “wish me luck.”

“Have fun! Don’t lose your cool! Ping us if anything.” were all the responses I got before teleporting off. I sent the text already and he said he’d but waiting for me in his room. I teleport in and he perks up.

“Hey, thanks for making time for me.”

“No problem! I wasn’t going anywhere today” he came up to me to hug me “I just miss spending time with you, also you look very cute today” he released me from the hug “what’s the occasion?”

“It’s Valentines day silly” I giggled “I wanted to be festive, ALSO I brought you something” I take out the cake box and give it to him “happy valentines day Tenya.”

He looked at the small box with the glitter hearts hand drawn on the sides “What cute and homemade decoration! Thank you Ita” he takes the box from my hands and opens it to see a berry tart, his expression switched to awestruck “did you make this?! it’s almost like the berry tart from the cafe!”

“I’m glad you noticed! I made it just for you” I get giddy and a little impatient “have a taste, there’s a fork on the side there.”

I see him take a forkful of a bit of everything, his eyes widen “Wow! this is amazing! The filling is so silky and not too sweet and the crust is just the right amount of light and crunch” he turns to me, looks dead in my eyes and says “it’s worthy of being sold at a bakery, you should seriously consider opening up one!”

“Oh it’s that good?” I say but I’m confused, why did he say that? “you praise me too much! I just made it with lots of love in every part, especially for you.” I think to myself heh! there’s no way he didn’t get the hint, what do you say to that Tenya?!

He takes another bite “I can tell! How fortunate I am to get such a valentines gift from my dearest friend...” He said other things but they didn’t matter, I was just his friend and nothing more. Of course I was, what the hell was I thinking! Everyone was just assuming he liked me because of his nature to care and he cared a lot about me, because he pities me. I felt heartbroken, I really wanted it to be true but it would be dumb of me to tell him I like him after that comment. “...I missed you, it was like you’ve been avoiding me.”

I snapped out of my inner thoughts “Oh don’t be silly! It’s just that this semester is really picking up for me class wise” it wasn’t a lie, I did have a lot to do “but we may be study buddies again, math is giving me anxiety.” We talk more but I didn’t stick around very long and said that I was needed back at the dorms. I teleport back and everyone was in the living room and looked at me, trying to read my expression. I took a deep breath “He doesn’t see me more than a friend, I feel so stupid.” My eyes get watery and I just cover my eyes “like, it’s so dumb for me to ever think that just because somebody is giving me attention means that they like me! I’m just some weird foreigner that...” I just broke down sobbing and floated up. Everyone was trying to bring me down from the ceiling but I wasn’t in the mood to hear everyone’s comforts, I just wanted to forget these feelings. I teleported to my room and locked the door, instead of turning to alcohol again, I just cried it out on my bed. It was barely evening when I heard the sound of a plate being pushed under my door, I got up to see just that and it was struggling to get squeezed in my room so I opened the door. In piled Jin and Mimi.

“Oh I thought you fell asleep” Jin said, gripping the plate “I made fried rice, you always come out for fried rice.”

“Yeah, are you feeling a bit better babygirl?” gently asked Mimi “wanna talk about it?”

I look at the plate of food “I just feel dumb about it all” I grabbed the plate and started eating as they sat on my bed and I was telling them what was said.

“I never really liked him being around you so much” Jin exhaled “his actions are just so dual meaning and it blurred what his feelings were towards you.”

“RIGHT!? I thought I was the only one!” I put the plate on my desk “I guess I have to refocus now that it’s settled” I look at my mini calendar to see the laundry list of things I have to do for the next day “I have a one on one with Monoma tomorrow and I really don’t know what I’m going to do if he doesn’t show improvement.”

-The Next Day, at the training grounds-

“...please Monoma, put all your focus on your core and....pretend there’s a string pulling you up.” I was helping him perfect telekinesis but something wasn’t clicking with him. It was 20 minutes into our session and he’s giving me the same excuses.

He gets 3 feet of lift “Okay, that makes more sense but how do I levitate other things?”

“I pretend I have stretchy arms and I mentally grab the object and pick it up.” I levitate a piece of plywood as I explain “now try to pick up....my shoe” I say as I take off my shoe and put it on the ground.

He focuses hard on the shoe but in attempt to levitate it, he drops himself “Gah! it’s so difficult! How am I supposed to focus on 2 things at the same time?”

“Don’t get so discouraged, it’s one of the most difficult quirks to control when you copy” I offer my hand to pick him up “be gracious you weren’t born with it.”

He slaps my hand away “I don’t want your pity words commoner! Such power shouldn’t belong to you!” he jumps to his feet and leers at me “I can feel in the copy how much brain power has to be used to do what you can do and I can’t handle it! How is it as a child you could do what I could barely do? It’s not fair how you were born and just go off and be perfect!”

“Woah calm down Monoma” I carefully choose my words “It took me years to get where I am but I’m here to give you the basics of my quirk so you use it in the heat of battle so you won’t hurt yourself or your comrades.”

“NO, I WANT TO SURPASS YOU!” he gets unstable “you act like you aren’t the most powerful person in the room but you are! It should be me with that power” he grabs me by my collar “you’re just some middle class foreigner, classes beneath me! I refuse to grovel at your feet!”

I backhand him so hard it knocks him down again “You don’t get it Monoma, I’m trying to help you not out of pity but because I know the ins and outs of our quirk.”

“Did you just backhand me?” he holds his jaw “am I not worth the open palm?!”

“NO YOU AREN’T WORTH THE COPY! WHY THE FUCK WOULD I WASTE MY ENERGY COPYING YOU!” I snapped and he snapped right back at me. It was this aggressive back and forth and escalated into grabbing and pushing each other with more vulgar insults. I was getting lost in my rage as we were fighting and what snapped me out was him aggressively kissing me. When he broke off the kiss, I didn’t let him get the final say “you’re bad at kissing too” I grab him by the collar and pull him in “let the experienced show you how it’s done!” And we started kissing with this hateful passion. Things escalated quickly as we ended up in my dorm room, in nothing but our t-shirts with him on top of me, clearly just finished having hate sex. Thing is, I let myself and I didn’t mind it at all, I WANTED this and so did he. He got off me and laid next to me, embarrassed of his composure.

“So, are you going to listen to me now?” I asked as I turned my head to face him, slightly panting.

He looked at me and gulped “yeah, definitely” he sat up to find his clothes “was that...good for you?” he asked meekly, a bit out of character for him.

I get smug “heh, I wouldn’t know” I looked at the time, it was almost 5pm “I’ve never had sex before.”

He perked up “Oh? So I was the first huh” he looked down and got vulnerable for me “it was my first time too, I didn’t know that’s how it felt or that I’d ever get that far with somebody.”

We got dressed and teleported back to the training grounds to get our duffle bags to part ways. I really didn’t know what that made me and Monoma now but I told my intel classmates what went down. They celebrated me finally getting it in. The following few weeks went surprisingly well between Monoma and me. To the point were he was improving in his hero studies, Kendo stopped me after English.

“Palma-san I don’t know how you did it but he’s improved!” she looked so content “his attitude changed too! Thank you for giving him a second chance at helping him, what can we do to repay you?”

I recalled the last few sessions with him were he pleases me afterwards in my dorm and blush at the thought “Oh no need to repay me! His improvement is reward enough.”

Monoma walked out when Kendo walked back in the classroom “Hey, can we just have a bedroom session tonight? I know our sessions are Wednesday and Sunday and its Friday now, but I can’t stop thinking about how you moan my name.”

I get really hot when he said that “Oh like this?” I leaned into his ear and do soft moans in his ear. He grips my hips like he wanted me “oh please save it for the bedroom darling, so see you tonight?”

“Yes, I’ll be waiting~” I teleport to my next class and just get excited for later. And right on the dot, he strolls in my dorm at 6pm to get down to business. These sessions make me feel like I’m a celestial body and he comes to worship me. A bitch getting throughly pleased, then my phone rings, it’s Iida. “What the hell does he want?”

Monoma pulls out of me “answer it, I’m going to try something.” He nestles his face between my thighs and I try to keep composure as I answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Ita, it’s me Tenya! How are you?”

“Oh I’m doing fi~ne” Monoma was teasing me with his touch, making everything that much more naughty.

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m serving dinner right now” I make eye contact with Monoma and he responds by going a little rougher “w-why do you ask?”

“It’s just that some of us saw Monoma walk into your dorms and I was wondering if he was with you by any chance.”

“Yea he’s here with me” Monoma stopped out of fear that he got caught “he came over just to hang out with my class, it’s game night.”

“Oh well, alright. I was getting concerned that he was doing something much more...erratic.”

“Monoma? Oh please! He just wants to play” he took that as a cue to resume “it takes a lot to get past the outer shell to see who he really is.”

“Alright then, I’ll let you go back to eating your meal. Let’s spend time together soon?”

Monoma sticks to his rhythm and I grip his hair “Thanks for your concern, we should! Just let me know!”

“Okay, good night.”

“Bye Bye!” I quickly hang up and let out a moan that’s been wanting to escape. “That was so hot” I let go of his hair.

“Thought it might” he gave one long lick before mounting me again “may I? If that little interruption didn’t do it for you.”

“Yes please~” we picked up where we left off. From all of our sessions and how we really feel about each other, it was just physical. The moment I get serious with somebody else, or vise versa, we were going to stop what we have. But for now, I’m living the best of my teen experience.

Fast forward, Mid-April

“Yo, Palma-san!” Sero yelled to get my attention from the shared field.

“Hm? Oh hi!” I stopped my aiming practice to wave back.

“Quick question, are you going to participate in this year’s sports festival?”

“Nope, I turned down the offer.”

He expression changed to shocked “Why? You like competing and being part of this is a huge deal!”

“I know, but I rather be hands off the hero’s public eye as much as possible” I wipe my sweat “why did the subject come up anyways?”

“Oh it’s because we heard you got asked by Nezu this time” he looks back at the hero dorms “we all got excited that we were going to train together again and have fun, but I guess if you said no...”

“Aww y’all miss me” I gave him a noogie “can’t y’all wait until summer? I have some inter-program stuff in my agenda to do with y’all.” I released him from my chokehold “I’m just next door! Any of y’all can come in and ask for me and I’d be down if I’m free.”

“Okay! Now second question,” he leans in and gets quiet “What’s with you and Monoma?”

My eyes narrow “I’m his mentor for copy quirking, why do you ask?”

“A few of us saw you two getting playful in the halls” he crosses his arms and smirks “I don’t know of any mentor and mentee relationships that giggle and carries you on their shoulders.”

“He got an attitude change, I fucked him up so bad that he shaped up” I said as calmly as possible “he got nicer and friendly, so naturally he’s getting playful with me.”

“Oof, hate to see what you did to him that day to make him change” he cringed at the idea “well I’ll leave you to your personal time, see you around!”

“Bye! Take care!” I waved him off as he ran back to the hero dorms. At around the same time, I get a ping from Diya to report to the dorms immediately. Fearing the worst I teleport in and see him and Best Jeanist waiting for me in the living room. “Yes? You summoned me?”

“Miss Palma, sorry for giving you a scare” Best Jeanist turns to me and bows “but I require your assistance, erm, more Black Phantom’s assistance.”

I get taken by surprise “Oh? What’s the situation?”

They motion me to sit down and we sat “Under our rules and regulations, you can go on missions when called upon an official agency” Diya pulled up the articles of official regulations where that is said “and it counts toward in-field credit” he takes off his glasses and sighs “I just didn’t think they’d put you in the lions den.”

“The lion’s den? DON’T TELL ME THEY’RE-” I realized what I was going to do.

“The League of Villains are settling in the business district after we chased them out of their original hideout” he shows me the map “it’s dangerously close to my agency and UA. Our agent team and I agree that we need you to enter and cause hysteria, Black Phantom is a buzzword among the villains on the street.”

I look at their faces, they really hate that I’m the only one they can send “I accept under one condition” they perk up to hear me out “my squadron comes with me, they are just as capable to cause hysteria and take down masses.”

“It’s true” Diya turns to Best Jeanist “The boy can ensure escape and the tall girl never misses her shot. And with her power, you are guaranteed success.”

“Okay Miss Palma, I’ll recruit your squadron” Best Jeanist changes his tone “the goal is to again intel on their next moves and smoke them out of this new hideout.”

“Alright, seems doable, when do you want us?”

“Tonight” Best Jeanist stands up “I want you suited up and ready to depart by 8pm” he looks at the time “it’s 5pm now, round up your team and get your plan ready.”

“Right! Thank You!” I bow and I get my squad, they hop on their things and have everything ready by almost 7, I find time to say one good bye. I texted Iida to meet me at the tree immediately and he ran so fast I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“I’m here! What did you want to meet up for?” he said without panting.

“Um, I have to tell you something” I look at the setting sun “I...I have to go on a very high risk mission tonight, to be honest, I’m scared Tenya.”

“What?! Can’t they send somebody else?!” He starts chopping in protest “you’re just an agent in training! Still a student-”

“My squadron is coming with me too” I look at him with pain in my eyes “I just wanted to say goodbye to you, just in case” I took off my rosary “Here, I want you to hold on to this for me. It’s very near and dear to my soul and I’d hate for this to get lost in my mission” I put it in his hand and he takes a closer look at it.

“So this might be the last time I see you?” his voice shakes “I don’t think I can bear to see you go or have you come back injured or worse” he gives me a tight hug “please, be careful Ita.”

I try not to cry but I rub his back to ensure that I understand that he’s in pain to see me go “Hey, when I come back” he broke off the hug “let’s go do something fun yeah? Just the two of us?”

“I’ll plan it and look forward to it!” he powered through his tears.

I got the ping to return to depart “I’m being told that it’s time to go” I wipe his tears with my thumbs “Goodbye Tenya.” I kissed his cheek before teleporting off. The drive to the agency was nerve wrecking to us three, what are we getting ourself into?

To be continued

-End Chapter 23-

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Chicken Sliders (Pyro x Reader) SMUT

Don’t read this unless you’re a Pyro furfag like me. WARNING: Rated 18 for very sexual themes and actions, cursing, and furries. (Not really)

Please don’t read if you’re under 18. If you do then u nasty. Sorry Pyro. —–

It was past midnight and it was raining; usual weather for London, but no matter how often it rained she always enjoyed it. Storms relaxed her and gave her the perfect atmosphere to unwind. Her eyes illuminated with the light of her phone as she scrolled down recent uploads on YouTube. One of her friends Niall, also known online as ‘Pyrocynical’, had just uploaded a video about his Twitter being banned. She chuckled at the thumbnail, and clicked on the video. She had been curious as to why it had been taken down, and who better to explain then Pyro himself. It opened with some dude dressed in one of those inflatable T-rex costumes with some weaboo trash music in the background. She smiled and shook her head, laying against her cold window as she watched. “Wassup my fellow Harambe fans…” Niall’s deep voice echoed in the silence of her dark room, making her heart skip for a second. The weirdness of her body’s reaction made her pause the video and blink. “Strange…” She mumbled. Noticing the time, she decided that this would be the last video she watched before going to bed. She brushed off the bodily revolution, and pressed play.

Once the video ended, the (h/c) haired girl started to get ready for bed. She got into her pj’s and crawled onto her soft mattress, then plugged in her phone and rested her head on her pillow. Her eyes closed, the sound of rain helping to lull her to sleep, her last thoughts remained on Niall. Although strange, she didn’t seem to mind.

The next morning she was awoken by the sound of her phone vibrating against the wood of her nightstand. She grumbled and reached over to retrieve it, her tangled hair sticking out wildly. She turned on the screen, and saw that she had gotten a text from Niall. A smile creeped up on her lips as she unlocked her phone to read it. /Hey, (y/n) are u doing anything for lunch?/ She squinted to read the time in the corner of her screen. It was already 11:30 am. “Oh wow…” She scoffed, realizing she was actually hungry… and had to pee. /I haven’t planned anything. Did u wanna go get something?/ She replied hastily, then looked out the window. It was sunny for once. Within a few seconds, Niall responded. /I dunno I had this new recipe for these chicken slider things and I knew u liked chicken so I thought u’d be down to meme./ (Y/n) chuckled and texted back. /I’ll be over in a few just gotta get dressed n’ shit. Don’t start without me./ /I’ll try not to ;D/ /Weirdo/ /I’ll take that as a compliment/ /;p/ (Y/n) put her phone back on her nightstand and quickly got dressed. She threw on a t-shirt without a bra and then pulled a hoodie over that, not really bothered with her lazy appearance. She and Niall were good friends, there really wasn’t a reason to get all dressy. After sliding on a pair of worn jeans and her boots, she grabbed her wallet, keys, and phone, and headed out of her apartment.

She parked across the street from Niall’s building, and got out of her car. Her boots clunked against the asphalt as she paced over to the doors of his apartment complex. She walked into the building and up the stairs to Niall’s flat, and then knocked gently. She heard some rustling around from inside, then stepped back as the door opened. Niall stood in a sweatshirt and lounge pants. His strawberry blonde hair was tousled haphazardly, giving him the same kind of look as his friend. “Come on in.” He smirked and opened the door wider so (Y/n) could enter his apartment. As she walked past, her shoulder gently brushed against his chest, causing her cheeks to suddenly heat up. She swallowed, and shook the thoughts out of her head once again. “Let’s get cooking, I’m starving.” She chuckled to hide her awkwardness, kicking off her boots and placing them near the door. “That’s why I invited you over, isn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow with a sarcastic smile. “Don’t get snarky, I’ll beat your ass.” She joked and threw one if his throw pillows at him. He caught it and tossed it back on the couch. “That’s because it’s the only part of my body you can reach.” He teased, causing her to glare. “Bitch.” She chuckled. “Jerk.” He replied. “Just show me the recipe.” She rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. Niall’s smile grew as he followed her. He pulled out his phone and handed it to her with the recipe pulled up. “Seems doable.” Her eyebrows flexed together as she read. The device let out a sudden ding, and a text message from Roman dropped down from the top. /Hey hey hey how’s the date going furfag? xDddd/ She didn’t mean to read it, but couldn’t stop herself. The text made her blush and giggle, causing Niall to snatch the phone away from her out of embarrassment. “Stupid fucking idiot…” He growled, his cheeks growing a fierce crimson. “Sorry about that, you know Roman..” “Yeah, haha,” she chuckled and brushed a strand of hair out of her face before walking over to the counter where a deboned chicken sat. “Let’s get this started, eh?” “Please.” He sighed and grabbed some buns out of his pantry and some cheese out of the fridge. He placed the buns in a cookie pan and sprinkled the mozzarella on the bottoms then watched as (Y/n) began to spread the rotisserie chicken evenly over the bread. His eyes absently began to wander her form. Her wide hips, and her beautiful (h/c) hair. Even her (e/c) eyes made his throat tighten as they concentrated on the task at hand. He liked her. A lot. For awhile now he’d been trying to find an excuse to hang out with her, and now that he had one, he couldn’t find many words to explain his feelings. Hell, he doubted she even cared. He was just a face on YouTube, and apparently a lesbian looking one at that. He sighed, earning a glance from his friend. “Everything okay Mr. Pyrosanical?” (Y/n) asked in a mocking tone, using the Stomedy version of his name. He quickly buried all signs of his actual feelings and smiled again. “Aw hell yeah. Just can’t wait to get that meat in my mouth, boi.” He rubbed his hands together, and preheated the oven to bake the sliders. “You love my meat in your mouth don’t you, you dirty snag?” She winked as she spoke in Tracer’s squeaky voice, completely unaware of the thoughts that her words provoked in Niall’s mind. He closed the oven, then leaned against the counter to look at her with an amused expression. “I’d prefer Roadhog.” He replied. “Of course you would.” She rolled her eyes again and began to walk out of the kitchen. “Where you off to?” Niall asked. “I gotta pee, is that alright master Pyro?” She joked. “Only if you put the seat back up.” He called after her, snorting when he got a middle finger in response. A deep breath escaped his lips as he went to respond to Roman. /You dumb asshole she had my phone/ He hit send, and a few moments later his phone buzzed. /How was I supposed to know/ /Cunt/ /Have u smashd her like button yet ;O ;) / Niall pursed his lips and grumbled at Roman’s reply. /Fuck u mate we havent even eaten yet/ /Have dessert first kno what I mean Xd/ /Kill yourself/ /Gladly/ /Gtg u dumb slut/ /Kiss u later gayboy unless she beats me to it/ /Fag/ / <3 / He laughed and put his phone back in his pocket. The suggestive thoughts returned to his mind as he hear (Y/n) finish washing her hands and exit the restroom. “Aaah, much better. My bladder is happy.” She said in a giddy tone. Niall shook his head and chuckled. “What are you laughing at?” She glared. “You.” He smirked. “Well no shit, why?” She crossed her arms with a soft grin. “I dunno.” He lied. “Butthole.” She punched his arm and opened the oven to slide in the pan, then set it to bake. “Better watch your mouth, that kind of language will get your Twitter shut down.” He poked at her. “Mleh.” Her tongue stuck out. She turned around, only to be met by Niall’s chest. His mild scent brought her heart into her throat. She looked up slowly and met his mesmerizing blue-green eyes. His gaze was intense yet gentle at the same time, holding her (e/c) gaze captive. Her heartbeat sped up as one of his hands came up to her cheek. Her hand came up to rest on his chest. “(Y/n)…” He spoke softly, brushing another bit of stray hair out of her face. His confidence grew as her eyebrows began to arch with curiosity. “I need to tell you something.” “What is it, Niall?” Her voice was barely audible. This felt like one of her dreams, and any moment she’d wake up, making her want to hold on so much more. Her fingers dug gently into his hoodie. “I… I like you. A lot. More than a lot actually,” He let out a breathy laugh. “And I wanted to know if you felt the same?” (Y/n) smiled brightly and leaned her face into his palm slightly. “Yeah, I think I do, unfortunately.” She began to giggle but was suddenly stopped by a warm pressure against her lips. It felt as if the world just stopped. Her eyes snapped closed as she melted into Niall’s tall form. Their lips moved together with a new desperation neither of them had felt in some time, until they both had to break off to breathe. (Y/n)’s teeth raked against her bottom lip causing a deep, hungry groan to rumble in Niall’s throat. She could feel the hot tension between them both, and quickly acted. Her soft lips pressed against the underside of his jaw, slowly moving down to his neck. Niall’s grip shifted from her face to her lower back, and then to her ass. He gave it a rough squeeze, earning a yelp from her. He grinned with lust-filled eyes, and took advantage of her broken concentration to press his lips back to hers, pushing her back into the warm oven. He broke off, breathing heavily, before placing feverish kisses on her neck and behind her jaw. “Mmh… Niall…” She moaned gently, her grip tightening on his hoodie. Hearing his name spurred a fire deep inside him, causing him to bite down hungrily on the nape of her neck. “Niall!” She yelped out, and pressed her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. “Fuck, I love that…” He growled and began to guide her out of the kitchen, not once allowing space to grow between their heated bodies. He waited until he felt his couch collide with the back of her knees before pushing her down onto it. Her hands stroked through his soft hair, messing it up further as she continued to kiss him. Niall’s body kept hers caged against the couch, his arms the only things keeping them from being pressed together. Their lips parted for another brief moment, allowing them both to take in the view of each other. (Y/n)’s rosy, warm face made Niall’s breath hitch. “I want you.” He said with his low, predatory voice. His accent was clouded with lust. “I want you too, Niall…” (Y/n) breathed. She ran the pad of her thumb over his defined cheekbone. Her words were enough permission for him to continue his advance. His hand drifted down her torso, stopping at the bottom of her jacket. He began to lift it off of her, leaning back onto his legs so he could use both arms. Once it was off, he threw it onto the chair across the room and then went back for her shirt. She sat, her bare chest exposed to the chilly air of the room. Her arms quickly came up to cover her breasts. Niall’s hands gently gripped her wrists and held them over her head with her consent. “Don’t hide yourself from me… I want to see you.” He kissed her gently on the forehead, a gesture she wasn’t expecting. She let out a moan as he began to kiss her collar bone, and then through the valley of her breasts. He repositioned his hands so that he could gently caress one of them. His lips covered one of her nipples and began to suck. Her wrists twisted and strained against his stern grasp, her breathing grew ragged and littered with moans of arousal. Niall nipped gently at her skin, causing her to yell out once more. “Ah!” Her back arched slightly, and her legs scissored underneath him. He smirked and kissed the mark he had made. His hand grazed the soft skin of her stomach as it made its way to the waistband of her jeans. He thumbed at the button before beginning to pull them off of her legs. She kicked them the rest of the way off. Niall looked down at her as she squirmed and groaned beneath him. Her movements made his pants even tighter than they were. Seeing how desperate she was to touch him, he finally released her. Without hesitation, she grabbed his hoodie and yanked it off of his torso. “You’re such an ass…” She smiled. “Why’s that?” He chuckled, allowing her to remove his shirt. “Making me all heated like that… Shame on you. Especially when you’re not breaking a sweat.” She teased, running her hands through his hair again. He grinned. “That was the aim.” Niall kissed her neck, pushing her back down onto the sofa. He shifted himself so that his hips nestled between hers. His hand rubbed her wetted underwear, being sure to stroke around her core, driving her insane. She pulled at his hair. “Niall please… please…” She begged, pressing her head back into the cusion. He laughed, and slid down her small body until his head was between her thighs. She was beautifully curved, with the perfect amount of weight on her hips and legs. “God you’re hot…” He said against her. She moaned and lifted her hips impatiently, unable to find any other words. “Niall please… Oh my God…” She pleaded with him, her eyes closed tightly. Niall removed her underwear, leaving her completely naked. He took in her beautiful form for a moment before kissing gently around her womanhood. He dipped his tongue into her and licked slowly at first, making it so that he covered her entire entrance. “Ah! Mmh!” (Y/n) bit down harshly on her lip as she felt Pyro slip a finger into her. The sudden pleasure made her head spin. As he began to pump his hand into her, he lifted himself back over her, and pressed their lips together. She moaned against him, unable to speak. His pace quickened a bit, pushing her closer to her peak. “Oh my God… Oh my God… Niall! Niall! I’m gonna cum…” She began to moan with a ferocity. He went harder until stopping suddenly, leaving her gasping. She struggled to keep her breath steady, only able to question him by biting at his lips. He smiled. “I’ve never seen you like this… I love it.” He said. “So vulnerable.” “Sh… Shut up… Asshole…” She sighed out heavily, and pushed her hips into his. He stood up to remove his pants and boxers, revealing his bare erection. (Y/n) gasped inwardly at his size. He was bigger than she had expected. Sitting up, she reached out and took him in her hand, leaning forward to place her lips around him, but she was stopped by a hand on her chin. Niall pulled her eyes to his. “Not now… I can’t wait any longer.” He spoke gruffly. She nodded and lay back down, watching as he pushed himself between her legs once again. She rutted her hips upward, rubbing her core against his length. He groaned and took a sharp breath at the sensation. “Oohh fuck…” He growled and stroked himself against her wet lips. “Please Niall…” She begged again gripping the couch. With a painfully slow action, he began to press his head into her tight entrance. Her muscles tensed around him as he pushed in inch by inch. “Holy shit, (Y/n)…” He gasped, and looked up into her bright (e/c) eyes. His breath quickened abruptly as she bucked her hips into him. His lip curled slightly as he tried his hardest not to slam into her. His teeth dug into her shoulder, both of them beginning to pick up their pace. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Their bodies rocked together with a mix of skin against skin and horny moans. He thrust into her with a frustrated strength, pressing her into the couch with each movement. “Oohh fuck… fuck… (Y/n)…” His groans grew more feverish as he got closer and closer to his release. “Mhm! Shit! Niall!” She moaned out, rocking her hips along with his, pushing his full length into her. “I’m cumming! Niall!” “Me… too…” Niall gasped, his thrusts growing quicker and more ravenous. Her moans filled his apartment as she began to climax. Niall put a hand over her mouth and muffled her screams. He pushed her to her release before pulling out and stroking himself to his own. He came on her stomach, breathing heavily. All the muscles in his body flexed. “Fuck!” He snarled.

(Y/n) stared up at Niall with tired eyes, and smiled. “You ass.” She sat up and smacked him on the chest. He grinned back and stood to grab a towel to help her clean off. “Sorry ‘bout that.” He snarked. “No you’re not.” She giggled, kissing his shoulder as he wiped her stomach clean. “You’re right, I’m not.” Niall winked and kissed her passionately. She lay back down on the couch and picked his hoodie off the floor to cover herself with. He returned to see her half asleep in his jacket. With a soft smile, he lay down next to her and pulled her to his chest. She grinned in return and snuggled closer. Just as they both got comfortable, the oven let out a loud beep, signaling that their food was done. Niall grumbled, and tightened his grip around (Y/n). “Hey, they were your idea…” She mumbled into his chest. “You’re the one who’s hungry.” He refuted. “Go check the damn oven.” “Fine… But I’m not happy about it.” He sighed and got up from the couch. “Love you.” “Whatever.”