#The other times they make me euphoric or put me in a trance and make me sleepy

[tojirights]

tags: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, drug use, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, casual hookup

toji had been your dealer consistently for quite a while now, and you were well aware of his reputation. you always did your best to not go visit him alone, knowing damn well you'd let him persuade you into falling into bed with him.

but you were insanely bored and had the weekend off so you were in need of some more bud. unfortunately, everyone and their mother seemed to be busy so you suck it up and plan to meet with toji alone. when you pull up to his door, which you also knew was a bad idea, he opens the door with a smirk. “hey sweet thing.” he speaks, already making you feel weak in the knees. “by yourself tonight?” toji raises an eyebrow, seeing just you and your purse. with a sigh, you nod. "yeah everyone bailed on me this weekend. just me, some takeout and shitty movies." you say with a small laugh.

the way toji's eyes scan your body makes a pit form in your stomach. he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "mh, can't let that happen. come in, why dontcha?" he steps aside, gesturing for you to enter. you hesistate, pulling your lip between your teeth. "i uhh... i shouldn't. not really looking to end up on the news tonight." you tease, watching as toji's eyes falter before he laughs. "i like you, kid. c'mon, i got some bud rolled and ready. on me tonight."

free weed? now you may be dumb but you're not an idiot.

against your better judgement, you accept his invite in. his place was... cleaner than expected... but the smell of the freshly ground weed hit your nose immediately and you let yourself relax. what's the worst that could happen, huh? toji wouldn't kill you or anything, right?

right?

sitting down on his rather comfortable couch, you look at the rolling tray with three blunts ready to be smoked. "as my guest, you have first dibs." toji says, placing himself next to you on the cushion. there's enough space where you aren't feeling suffocated by his presence, but you're fully aware of his body heat.

with a shaky hand, you make your choice and make no hesitation to spark up. your nerves start to settle after a few minutes, smoke flowing around you after your first hit. toji watches diligently, a smirk growing on his face as he watches your muscles stop tensing. "good shit huh?" he asks, taking his first hit. you sit back with your eyes closed, taking in the effects.

you supress a cough as the second hit burns your throat, and that shit hurt but you won't let toji think you can't take a hit so you do your best to suck up the pain. "fuck." you cough, unable to hold it and toji just chuckles. you didn't even see him light up the other joint, but he's already somehow burned through more than you. as the pain resides, you're overwhelmed with the euphoric feeling that you've come to rely on.

toji's still respecting your space, but it somehow feels like the room has shrunk and all you can think about is how close his knee is to yours. your body heat starts to spike, a telltale sign of arousal starting to burn in your gut and you beg it not to show. you're no stranger to bud putting you in the mood, but now is not the time.

"holdin' up alright doll?" toji hums, breaking you from your trance. "h-hm? oh yeah." you fumble your words as you turn to face him. your brain chemisty must be fucked, because the moment your eyes meet his, your self restraint all but snaps. "fuck... toji, i-i..." you sound like an idiot, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. you try to hide it with an awkward laugh, but it gets lost in your throat when toji's hand rests on your cheek and captures your lips in his.

you would like to say you pulled away and slapped him right across the face, but you instead immediately crawl into his lap. strong hands wrap around your waist to grip the fat of your ass, earning a groan from toji. "y'been dreamin' of this, haven't you baby girl?" toji uses his grip to basically force you to grind on his quickly hardening cock, making you whimper against his lips.

'never fuck your dealer'

your number one rule is quickly disappearing as your hands desperately tug at the hem of toji's shirt, the sudden need to see him unclothed, taking over your senses. he does the same to you, removing your top and expertly unhooking your bra from behind your back. "you clean?" toji pants between kisses, lifting his hips so he can free his cock. you nod, doing the same just a little clumsier. "and on the pill." your response almost makes toji laugh, but he can't help but to find those simple little words so sexy.

there wasn't much more hesitation after you both cleared eachother, your leggings barely making it off your ankles before you feel the head of toji's cock slipping into your needy pussy. you brace for the push in, knowing damn well that toji's cock is bigger than any you've taken in the past. you whine with every hard inch of cock that spreads you open, hearing the squelching sound your pussy only makes after months of not getting fucked properly.

"fuckin' hell kid..." toji groans as his cock forces its way in, all the way until your ass hits his thighs. you're shaking as you try to accommodate not only the length, but the girth of toji's cock. reaching behind you, you grab the last joint off the table and light up, taking as big of an inhale as you can. before you can exhale, toji's grabbing your jaw and pulling your face to his so that you have no choice but to blow the smoke right into his mouth.

you pause now, sitting in toji's lap with his cock pressing snugly against your cervix. it's almost too much, your head spinning as the weed takes over your senses once more. toji takes the still lit joint and takes his own hit before doing the same and blowing it down your throat this time.

and when toji senses your hesitation to keep moving on his cock, he doesn't waste another moment in reaching around to grab a handful of ass, slowly bouncing you up and down on his shaft. "w-wait toji-" you gasp, hands on his chest to brace yourself but toji only gives you a second to breathe before he's lifting you higher and fucking up into you with a harsh pace.

"see? y'didn't need me to wait, sweetheart." toji coos, his grip tightening to keep you lifted so his cock meets no resistance. "your pussy was made for taking cock." he grunts, taking the still burning joint from your hands to blow more smoke in your face. your thighs shake as you keep yourself balanced, each deep stroke of his cock has you seeing stars as intoxication takes over. every nerve in your body screams with pleasure as toji fucks into you relentlessly.

"o-oh fuck toji." you whine, eyes screwed shut as the coil in your gut threatens to snap at any moment. toji's quick to flip your position, flinging you onto your back as he now looms on top of you. "wanna feel y'cum on my cock." he breathes in your ear, hitching one of your legs up around his waist. "s-so close." you mewl, back arching off the leather couch as toji's cock hits you just right. your cunt clenches around his length, waves of pleasure just about to crash over you and-

your eyes widen as toji's hand wraps around your throat, just enough pressure to make your head dizzier than it already was. "ooh yes that's a pretty baby." toji moans, hips stuttering as his own orgasm quickly approaches. you gasp for air as toji's hand tightens just a bit, and that's enough to push you over the edge. your legs spasm as you cunt squeezes toji's cock. wave after wave crashes into you, and toji doesn't relent his brutal pace.

if anything, he quickens his thrusts. "good fuckin' girl." he sighs, letting your pussy milk the cum from his balls. as toji cums, you feel it fill you from within, so much that it starts to leak down his length and onto the couch as he pulls out. you try your best to hold it in, not make a mess on his furniture, but his seed slides right down your inner thigh and mixes with your own juices to make quite a mess.

"o-oh god i'm so sorry-" you're immediately embarrassed and try to pull your panties back on to stop it from leaking but toji pulls you onto his lap and reaches for the end of the blunt. you whine as you feel the sticky seed leaking onto toji's pants. "sorry?" he cocks a brow, hands finding their way back to your ass again. "the only thing you should be sorry for is that now i need to keep givin' you free weed." he says with a chuckle. "i keep good pussy well taken care of." he whispers in your ear, earning a shudder that runs down your spine.

fuck...

never sleep with your deal. unless maybe he's hot.

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[fallen-stark]

body / e. munson

pairing: metalhead!eddie x fem!reader

summary: eddie gets caught up in the tour life, but soon realizes that a rockstar's life can get lonely without a certain someone's touch.

tags: angst but with a happy ending, a blurb of smut (mdni), overstimulation, p in v, raw doggin (like i do life), eating out, eddie being a not nice word but making it up at the end, shorter than eddie reader

word count: 2.5k

a/n: requests are open! i need something to do this weekend so let me write your dreamy dreams and make them come true. please listen to body by sinaed harnett! it helps sent the mood.

i'll give you my body, just don't tell nobody

"fuck, ed- eddie!"

sweaty limbs tangled together, eddie stilled his hips as he hit the bundle of nerves that made you lose your mind. "you like that, sweetheart?"

"yes- oh my god, yes!"

i'll give you my body

the coldness of his rings contradicted his body's warmth as he hovered over you, his hands locked on your calves- pulling them as far apart as you could take, he drove his hips into you. feeling nothing but euphoric bliss as you tightened around him, his soft moans in your ear edging you closer and closer until you couldn't take anymore.

'cause being without you is impossible

every time eddie pushed you to the edge, you swore you saw stars. your orgasm made you feel fireworks go off in your heart and on certain days, with eyes locked, you were always a millisecond away from telling eddie you were in love with him.

i'd rather be with you and be vulnerable

body limp, the cold hotel room felt empty yet his large frame lingered in your bedroom while you watched him gather his clothes, putting them on without a single glance at you.

the frown resting upon your face was noticeable but he never looked at you and he never stayed after.

eddie munson filled the empty space in your bed almost every night. many times he would crawl in, whatever intoxicant that night flowing through his veins, and just lay beside you only wanting the comforting touch you provided. other times he would climb in, high as a kite, and hold you close while he made you forget that you told yourself you were done.

you never were done. not with him. he consumed your entire being ever since the first night you watched him and his band play in small hawkins, indiana.

but you deserved better.

and you knew this.

the door closed with a loud thud, ultimately shaking you from your trance. you wouldn't have noticed the tears flowing from your eyes if the teardrop didn't land gracefully on your hand. slowly sitting up, you wiped your eyes.

this would be the last time- the last night.

"are you sure you want to do this, y/n? it's the middle of the tour," eddie's manager asked as he directed the stage crew on where certain objects needed to be placed in order for tonight's show to run smoothly.

i pretend to my friends in the meantime

"yeah, i just have some family stuff happening back home. i want to be there if shit hits the fan, you know?" you lied, your arms crossed as your index finger tapped against your skin.

joe looked at you, your expression told him all he needed to know- you were serious. "okay," he finalized, sighing. "but after tonight if you ever want to come back at any time, you let me know. okay, kid?"

smiling, you gave him a big hug. joe was like a father to you. he treated the entire crew as if they were his own children. he knew that life happens and it was how we got through it that mattered.

pulling away from the 6'6 giant, you told him you were going to get ready for your last night. you were slightly surprised at joe being completely okay with the fact you wanted to leave the tour, but you also knew that tonight was the marker of a two week break which would allow him enough time to find someone to take your spot as the opener for corroded coffin.

there, you stood in front of eddie's hotel room. your heart was beating fast. should you tell him? you should tell him. would he even care?

before you could register your body's movements, heart making the decision for you. your hand came in contact with the door, knocking three times before pulling your hand away and fidgeting with your fingers.

then she answered the door.

her hair was long and blonde, her blue eyes had oceans that consumed them. "hey," she smiled at you. "what's up?"

"oh, i- i think i have the wrong room?"

and as if the angels decided to play games with you, eddie came out of the bathroom- fully nude. towel in hand as he dried his hair from a shower he just got out of.

your breath hitched as you realized that you were, in fact, standing outside the right room and eddie was, in fact, messing around with someone else.

"i'm sorry, i- i didn't mean to intrude," you muttered as eddie came up to the door, his modesty covered by the towel that was used to dry his hair.

"yeah. maybe next time, don't," he said before closing the door. there you stood, like an idiot, still facing the closed door.

the numbness you felt was crushing. "did he really slam the door in your face?" your bass player asked as she put a fry in her mouth.

there was about an hour and a half before you all had to be back at the center.

or they'll tell me that i'm a fool

"i told you not to get involved with him," your drummer hummed as he took another bite of his burger.

your appetite was gone. if you had decided to eat before it was time for your band to perform then you were sure you would vomit every piece of burger and bun on that stage.

"yeah. tell me about it," you muttered as you sipped your water. "it's like we haven't been messing around for the last six months."

but I wouldn't be able to feel love if it wasn't for breaking rules

your friends told you to not get involved with eddie, saying it was only going to be the cause of you leaving the tour and here you were, leaving the tour.

maybe fueling the fire means i'm definitely crazy

as the van pulled into the venue, you were the last to leave the vehicle. once you stepped out of the car, you met the gaze of the man who slammed the door in your face. holding a cigarette in between his lips, he looked mesmerizing.

you told yourself that you shouldn't be hurt by his actions considering you both weren't anything but fuck buddies- and even then 'buddies' was pushing it.

but damn did he look good.

guess i'm willing to burn if you're the one who comes to save me

eddie munson was going to be the downfall of you. the way his eyes burned the side of your figure. you felt every glance, every linger- his bandmates questioning him why he was so distracted that night before the concert.

and the thought it chases me around every day

the first time you both started your little fling was in indianapolis. it was the way his stare intoxicated you to the point where his small touches around your waist to walk past you only fueled your active imagination.

that night the way he played his guitar during the set, made you think of the way his fingers could please you.

"eddie, please. i- i can't," you moaned as his fingers kept working their magic. the way they fit so perfectly in your pussy made you drip more.

"yes, you can. just one more, babygirl, one more," he whispered as his tongue found its way to your clit. you let out a soft moan, watching him eat you like you were his last meal.

that you're dangerous, but i can't resist in any way

"i need you."

"i know you do," he whispered above you, his hands slowly caressing your waist. goosebumps blossoming throughout your skin by his cold touch.

"i'll, give, you, my, body," you sang into the mic. the drums and guitars hum filling your ears as your eyes closed thinking about the way his hands touched your body.

"just, don't, tell, nobody," you emphasized the latter as your hand trailed down your body, finally opening your eyes to see the lights shining on you. "i'll, give, you, my body."

"'cause being without you is impossible," you harmonized before turning your head to the right side of the stage, meeting eye contact with eddie, "i'd rather be with you and be vulnerable."

the atmosphere felt electric, almost like the two of you were by yourselves. "familiar choreography, silence synchronicity..."

eyes locked with his. you knew what you were doing with your hand as it slithered its way up the curve of your breast, your neck, cheek, and through your hair. "only you take all of me."

the suitcases sat beside your hotel room door, ready for your departure in the early morning. joe had taken the initiative to ensure you had a plane ride back home. your band had stopped by an hour ago to say their goodbyes to you, some tears shed. then some of the crew members that you were close with also stopped by to ensure you knew that 'no one would be as cool of an opener as you were'.

yet every time a knock presented itself on your door, you hoped and wished you would be met with brown eyes.

but after an hour of waiting, he still didn't come.

you lay in your hotel bed, taking in your last night with everyone. you were sad that you were leaving the tour, your friends, eddie..

your heart skipped a beat as you lay there, hoping- wishing that he would just show. to tell you that he had feelings for you too. that it wasn't just in your head.

knock, knock, knock.

with a soft sigh, you made your way to the door. it was a quarter past two in the morning- who was even up at this hour?

gareth.

"hi. sorry, i know it's late," his hands were shoved in his jean pockets as he stood in front of you. "i just wanted to wish you luck."

a smile graced your face at his kindness for taking time to stop by and tell you bye. "thank you, gareth. it means a lot," you gave him a small hug before the two of you said your goodbye's.

you settled back into your bed, trying to get comfortable.

knock, knock, knock.

you let out a huff. all you wanted at this point was to sleep for your flight in the morning. opening the door once again, you came face-to-chest with the only person you've been waiting for.

"why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

your eyebrows furrowed at that being the first thing he said to you, "excuse me?"

"i said-"

"no, i know what you said," you crossed your arms as you stared up at the man. "if my memory serves me correctly, i tried to."

it was his turn to huff. "when?"

"when you slammed the door in my face."

"i didn't-"

he stopped, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. his face softening. "i'm sorry, y/n, i didn't mean to..." he trailed off.

was he serious? he just didn't mean to slam a heavy hotel room door in your face? a centimeter away from giving you a clean 'bop' on your nose. you frowned, "you didn't mean to slam the door in my face to resume whatever you were doing with your fling?"

"my fling?"

"i don't know who she is, eddie, and truthfully, i don't know why you're here... so, if you don't mind? i have a flight to catch in the morning," you stated as you began to close the door but the man was too fast.

before you could say no, eddie was in your hotel room. the door closing behind him. "eddie-"

"no, let me talk."

you sighed and went to sit at the edge of your bed, ultimately too tired to argue with him.

"do you remember that one time you fell asleep right after we had sex?" he questioned.

"yeah, and then after you were nowhere to be found?"

"yeah- sorry about that," he muttered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

eddie munson had never had a girlfriend or a real one at that. he had a couple of flings here and there but once he met you- they didn't matter. the woman he had in his room earlier that day was an old friend from his previous tour, and, well, very much gay. in fact, she had given eddie a whole speech when he slammed the door in your face. she told him that if he didn't get his ducks in a row, he was going to lose you. and, after hearing from gareth that you were leaving that next morning while you were performing... he didn't know what to do. he just knew he couldn't lose you.

"anyways, do you remember?"

"yes, i do but why exactly does this pertain to-"

"you drooled on me."

"i- what?!"

"you drooled on me."

embarrassment flooded your face, your cheeks immediately turning red. no wonder why he wasn't there the next morning or never stayed the night. you salivated all over the poor man.

"it was cute."

"i don't think... i don't think that's cute, eds."

his heart skipped a beat when you said his nickname. he had been called that before, yeah, but it was the way it rolled off your tongue so effortlessly like you had been saying every life he found you in.

"would you just listen to me?"

"fine," you grumbled.

"it was cute. like..." he took a deep breath. "like i wouldn't mind having you drool on me every night, or hell, even you- with me- every night."

"i just- fuck, why is this so hard?" he mumbled. you let out a small laugh before grabbing his hand and bringing him to sit at the edge of the bed with you.

"i guess what i'm trying to say is that the last few times we've... you know, canoodled. i've wanted to stay. i wanted to pull you close and kiss your forehead and tell you stupid shit like 'i love you' but i just just..."

i love you.

every kiss, every embrace, and every moment intertwined with one another had led up to this very moment... as if your souls knew that the both of you were destined to be together, but too stubborn to admit it.

he continued to ramble on, confessing everything he wanted to say to you the last few months. but finally, he stopped. looking at you... waiting for you to say anything. just one word. a simple no, or yes, to let him know where your mind was at.

and so, you kissed him, with every fiber of your entity being lit up by a thousand fireworks. you kissed him. your lips united as if aphrodite fabricated your love herself.

and she did.

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[mavrintarou]

Lord Miya Osamu [2]

Its looking like three parts... makes me feel bad for Lord Sakusa. I might need to give him a second part.

Warning: explicit smut; mentions of pregnancy; angst Notes: If you're new to this bandwagon, welcome, this is this is the 5th Haikyuu character Lord Series - please check out the others in my master list. There is a part in here that it reflects a mini scene that happened in Lord Atsumu but nothing confusing.

First part

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Osamu’s cock hardens by the second and oozes milky white cum every time two of his fingers move in and out of the hot and soft walls of Y/n’s pussy. His fingers felt wonderful inside her, and he couldn’t wait nor imagine how euphoric it would be when his cock is replaced with his fingers.

He keeps his eyes alternating on his hand and her expression. Her knuckles are white from gripping the sheets of the futon, chest moving in slow deep breaths. Her eyes are shut with her lower lip trapped between her teeth.

“Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head again.

“Open your eyes and answer me properly.” He demanded, needing to know he is the one making her feel this way. Needing validation, that he is the only one that will make her feel this way from now on.

The moment her eyes open and look straight into his with the same burning passion, that was all Osamu needed.

“Please, don’t stop.” Her voice barely whispered.

Osamu adds a third finger, just to properly stretch her out and prepare her for his cock. He knows he is large. Thick. And long. But the way she feels around his three fingers, she was still much too tight, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

“’Samu,” her arms open wide, “enough, I want you.”

He lets out an agonizing groan, stroking his cock with his other hand. “This… might hurt you.”

Her mouth parted, watching the tip of his cock ooze cum each time he stroked upward. “I can handle it…”

And that does it for Osamu.

He pulls out his three fingers and uses the glistening juice to coat his cock. His other hand sticky with his pre-cum.

His thighs flex at the thought of cumming inside of her. Filling her over and over until he is sure that she is his.

Forever.

He wanted to make her round and beautiful with his child… no… children.

“’Samu…”

Osamu breaks out of his breeding trance of imagining her pregnant with his babies.

But he knows better. Not until they wed.

And he is going to wed her.

And put his babies in her.

He swallows the lump in his throat, shifting his cock closer to her wet glistening heat.

He knows he shouldn’t…

But what’s the risk if it’s just the pre-cum?

It won’t get her pregnant, right?

He presses the tip to her core, rubbing it before pushing the fat tip past her entrance. “Ahh… you –“ he chokes back on his words.

In one swift move, he thrusts until he’s fully nestled inside of her.

Osamu collapse over her, holding his weight on both his elbows. “Y/n… my Y/n… you feel so wonderful.”

Her hand cups his face and she bring his lips down to meet hers in a heated kiss. “Make love to me, ‘Samu.”

His thrusts are slow and deep, to ensure that she has adjusted to him.

Or that he has molded her pussy to his cock.

Because he is determined to be the only one to make love to her for the rest of their lives.

Osamu sits up and runs a hand through his hair. Hooded eyes land on her bouncing tits and he remembered lying in bed wondering the day he would get to feel them… touch them… suck them.

His guess was right the first time he touched them by accident, they are large.

His palm is filled with the softness and squishiness, and he gives them a handful squeeze. He swoops and takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue around the pucker tip.

Goodness, he couldn’t wait until they are full of milk.

Osamu switches over to the other side, making sure to show the same attention as well.

He doesn’t even notice his thrusts has become harder and faster.

“’Samu…” Y/n whined, legs wrapping around his body. “I’m…”

He was rutting so hard, so deep inside her sweet pussy that he came seconds after he felt her walls flutter and contracted around is cock.

He had not meant to cum inside of her but couldn’t help it.

“Y/n…” he mumbles breathless, sitting up and glancing down at his work. Her chest was marked with various red marks and her nipples looked like they have been properly suckled. “Sorry… I did not mean…” he loses his train of thoughts when her fingers graze gently along his arm. “You felt… too good.” He sits up straight and stills at the sight of their connection.

How intimate it was.

He withdraws slowly, wincing at the sensitivity.

While the damage was already done, Osamu lifts both her legs, pushing them forward until her pussy is facing him.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked quietly. She watches his concentrated gaze at her intimate core and was about to close her legs when he prevents her from doing so.

“One second…” he mumbled.

Osamu is always careful, making sure to never cum inside any woman. His father always warned him, but he couldn’t help it when it came to Y/n.

All his senses went out the door and it came naturally to him.

As if it was rightfully his responsibility to be the one to cum inside of her.

He was too embarrassed to tell her he has always fantasized what it would be like to cum inside of a woman he cared about… and watching it flow out.

At last, the milky thick load he shot inside of her made its appearance by dribbling out of her hole and down her backside.

A hand shot out and covers his sight. He looks up at her and she mutters, “stop, it’s embarrassing.”

“Move your hand,” he orders softly, and she bites her lip before retracting her hand. His eyes hard at the gooey glob that trails down and stains the sheets. He releases his hold on her legs and uses his fingers to wipe the remaining fluid away.

His mind goes into the gutter again as he stares at the fluid that came from both their bodies.

To think this stuff can make a baby… Osamu thinks to himself.

“You’re so perverted,” he hears her say.

“Me?” he almost felt offended, but the thought went out when she sat up and turned around onto all fours and was about to get up when he grabbed her hips, stilling her. He presses himself behind her, grinding his hips against her bottom. “Where are you going?”

His cock instantly hardens again. He playfully humps her, “one more time?”

She doesn’t answer but drops down onto her elbow, pressing her bottom into him, submittingly.

.

They laid tangled in each other’s limbs after a few rounds of love making.

“Do not mind me being bold and straightforward, but how old are you?”

Y/n lifts her head off his chest, “I’m twenty-six years old, how old are you, ‘Samu?”

He couldn’t help the foolish grin on his face, loving how she calls him ‘Samu now than my Lord. “I’m twenty-four years old. Just two years younger than you.”

Her eyes look at his lips, “two years still…”

Osamu lifts her chin, forcing her to look at him in the eye. “It’s only a number.” She smiles, but it’s not convincing. “What’s wrong?”

She sighs, “I don’t want to rush you, but my body is aging by the day… if… if you are serious about me, ‘Samu… I don’t want to waste too much time…”

He turns his body completely towards her and pushes the hair behind her ear. “I am. I will go back home later and discuss with my parents.” He brings his lips to hers, “I want to bring you home.”

. .

Two weeks later, Y/n keeps herself occupied with the Matsui. Saeko has visited twice and glows as a married woman.

“Any news with you and Lord Miya?” She whispers the moment they had a private moment.

Y/n tries to control the heat rising on her face. She will not disclose what happened that night. The following early morning, Osamu guided her back to the Matsui resident and promised her he will return for her. She was glad her aunt did not question her absence the night before. “We are speaking…”

“That’s it?”

Taking a deep breath, Y/n answers, “I am waiting on my Lord.”

What she means behind that was that he is speak to his parents and will make the next move.

Saeko’s face lights up with joy and she squeals. “I cannot wait to hear good news.” She gives Y/n’s hands a squeeze. She leans forward, “I have potentially good news too…” she leans back and places a hand on her abdomen.

Y/n’s eyes widen with joy, “already?”

“With the way Ojiro and I have been –“

“Shh!” Y/n covers her mouth. “No need for details.” They both giggled like schoolgirls. “I am very excited, and I pray to hear good news in a few weeks of time.”

“Same goes for you too Y/n. You are definitely glowing!”

.

After a long day of what seemed like doing nothing, Y/n sighs and relax against the tub. The hot water was sooth for her body and muscles.

Her lower back was aching, and she caught herself yawning in the late afternoon.

And she was exhausted by bath time.

She grabs the soap and lather her arms and move to wash her breasts when she hisses at the tenderness.

A shock zapped her as she touches her chest again, feeling the tenderness.

She’s has had tenderness breast before her monthly bleed but… they were never this tender.

Counting in her head, it was more than fourteen days ago when Osamu made love to her numerous of times.

And he came inside of her all those times.

Of course, it was stupid of her to think it was okay since it was her safe days.

But the many times Tadashi made love to her when he was still alive, she did not conceive once.

Tenderness breast, lower back ache and fatigue?

Am I pregnant? A hand rests against her lower abdomen and a soft smile curve on her lips.

. .

“What do you mean no?” Osamu demeanor darkens at his father who sat across from him.

“No, you cannot marry that widow.” His father, who is a splitting image of his sons, repeated. “Atsumu has already caused enough problems for us,” he sighs deeply, “I do not need you to too, Osamu. So please, spare this family another case of embarrassment.”

Osamu narrows his eyes at his father, “Y/n is not an embarrassment.”

“’Samu,” his mother calls his name softly, “you’re right, she is not an embarrassment, but she is a widow – do you know –“

“Yes, mother, I know what it means to want to marry a widow. I know what everyone would say, and I do not care.” He looks at both, “and you two shouldn’t either. Y/n is kind, she is well mannered, and she would make a lovely daughter-in-law as well as my wife.”

His father sighs frustratedly. “You are a single man, ‘Samu. You should marry someone in your league.”

Osamu scoffs, “that’s stupid.”

“Osamu!” his mother scold, “I agree with your father, she is not fit for you.”

Osamu stands up, “I love her, and I will marry her whether I get your blessings or not.”

“Sit down.” Osamu’s eyes harden at his father. Never in his life has he ever looked at his father this way. “Sit down, Osamu.”

Inhaling sharply, he takes a seat again.

His father exhales, “I know it’s not what you want to hear but I cannot allow you to ruin your life to marry her. There are many other eligible women out there.” He looks at his wife, “in fact, we found one for you.” He glanced over at his wife, “the Imai family has their youngest daughter who is of age –“

“I will have to respectfully decline, father. I have a woman I wish to marry and that is Y/n.” Osamu stands up again, “please don’t make this hard. I only want to spend the rest of my life with Y/n and that is all.”

Osamu was about to leave the room, ending the ridiculous conversation when his father called his name with a tone he has not heard since he was a child.

“You will not marry that widow. That is the end of this conversation.”

. .

“Lady Miyazaki, you have a guest.”

Y/n’s face lights up, she stopped whatever chore she was handling and hurries towards the main room ready to see Lord Miya.

The excitement on her face morphed as it wasn’t Osamu, but a young woman.

“Hello,” Y/n quickly composes herself and bows respectfully. “How can I help you… Lady…”

The young woman stands up, bowing. “Hello Lady Miyazaki, I’m Lady Imai Suzu, Lord Miya Osamu’s future bethrow.”

Y/n kept her composure and controlled her facial expression even though her heart has just been pummeled. “Congratulations Lady Imai.”

Lady Imai looked a lot younger, no more than the ripe age of eighteen.

She smiles, cheeks flushing. “Thank you but I came today because I wanted to confirm something with you.”

Y/n’s breath hitched quietly. “What is it that you would like to confirm?”

The young lady herself was hesitating. “There are rumors that…” she broke eye contact, “you were seen entering a hotel with Lord Osamu a few weeks ago?” Y/n opened her mouth, but she continued, “I am not mad or upset. Lord Osamu is a man, and he has his needs but after we wed, I do hope you will know your place.”

Y/n nods her head, “of course, you will not need to worry about me.”

. .

Osamu is livid.

Lady Imai Suzu is sitting in front of him, smiling fondly at him and his parents.

“I am honor to be part of the Miya family.”

Had Osamu known that the guest they were going to have for lunch was her, he would have found a good enough excuse to leave home.

His father and mother has been keeping a close eye on him that he has not been able to go visit Y/n or send her a message.

Laying up late at night, Osamu has been trying to find a way to end this engagement with Lady Imai.

He had no idea that his parents has been working diligently behind his back with his own engagement.

Words has already been spreading and he needed to figure something out quickly before it reached Y/n.

.

It was three weeks later when Osamu had enough.

Enough of his parents.

Enough of this engagement talk.

Enough of Lady Imai.

And enough of Y/n ignoring him.

As soon as Y/n walked out the Matsui gates in her black kimono, Osamu came from behind, covering her head to shield her face with his haori and guiding her away from any lurking ears and eyes.

“It’s me,” he whispered when she struggled out of his grip.

“’Samu?” he hears his name faintly.

When they are alone in an alley, Osamu turns her and cups her face, kissing her lips softly.

A kiss silently saying I missed you.

He pulls away and looks both direction before pushing the haori off her head, covering her shoulders.

They gazed at one another before something changed in her eyes and she looked away, “what are you doing here, you shouldn’t be here.”

At this point, he is sure she knew about his engagement.

“Look at me,” he softly demanded but when she doesn’t, he lifts her chin with a finger. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you.” His lips curve slightly, “you didn’t help by making it difficult, but I forgive you.” He teased.

“Well, you shouldn’t.” Snapped, pushing his hand away. “You need to leave before someone sees you.”

Osamu takes a step, closing the distance between them and cups her face. “Look at me, I am going to break this engagement.” His eyes soften when hers begin to gloss with tears. “I love you. I want to be with you and only you. I’m going to find a way out of this and I’m going to make sure we are together.” His thumb swipes her tear. “Believe me, okay? Just… just wait for me.”

“No, Lord Miya.”

Osamu’s face dropped. “What are you saying?”

She gently pushes his hands away and takes a side step away from him. “No, I am not going to wait for you. I do not want to be with you anymore either.”

He whispers her name, “you – you don’t mean that…”

“I do,” her voice firm, “it was good while it lasted but we need to go our own ways now.”

Osamu steps forward grabbing her shoulders, “stop – you don’t mean that. You want me just as much as I want you.” His eyes search her eyes, “you’re lying – you’re just saying that to get me to marry Lady Imai.”

“You need to marry her; it is the right thing to do.”

“Bullshit.” He swears, “I don’t understand this change of heart, but I know it’s not real, you don’t feel that way Y/n. I don’t believe you –“

Looking at him straight in the eyes with her glossy ones, she cuts him off with, “I have accepted Lord Matsui Satoshi’s marriage proposal.”

. .

Osamu’s brow knit as the servant of his brother hesitated. “What do you mean Lady Miya isn’t here? But my brother is here?”

She nodded her head, “yes, Lord Osamu.”

Osamu gives her a confused look and thank her, leaving to find his brother.

He enters his brother’s office and takes a seat across from him. Ever since his older brother settled down, Osamu never thought the day would come to see his brother act mature.

“I didn’t see sister-in-law, where is she?” Osamu asked when his brother set his writing brush down.

“Home.” Atsumu answered quietly and tiredly.

“In her room?” Osamu is genuinely confused. His brother’s demeanor and the atmosphere, something wasn’t right. “I came here to ask her for some advice…”

His twin lets out a sigh, “home as in her family home.”

Osamu blink, trying to understand the situation. “So, you’re here… and she’s… there?”

Atsumu sighed for the nth time, “yes little brother. She has been at her family home for a week now.”

He went on to explain what was going on between them.

Osamu came to get some advice from his sister-in-law to end up having to give advice to his own brother.

“… you need to get her back and treat her well.”

“I know,” Atsumu answered, “I need to get her back.” Atsumu lifts his chin, “why are you here?”

They spent the last twenty minutes talking about Atsumu that Osamu forgot why he was there until now.

“You see brother, I too am having woman problem.”

Osamu can’t remember the last time he and his twin had a serious conversation – one that seem like they needed each other.

He watched his older brother pull out a stash of fine sake and pours two cups, respectfully setting one cup in front of him. “Well then, spill it.”

“How do I break my engagement with Lady Imai?”

Atsumu sips his sake before answering, “you don’t want to marry Lady Imai?”

“Of course not, she’s still a young girl.” Osamu sips his sake, exhaling deeply. “I do not want to marry her because I’m in love with someone else.”

Atsumu’s brows hiked, “oh, who is this other lady?”

“Lady Miyazaki Y/n.”

Atsumu’s head tilt as he lets the name sink in. “Isn’t that Lady Aran’s – “

“Chaperone, yes.”

“The widow?”

“Yes,” Osamu gritted.

Atsumu takes a deep breath, lost in his thoughts. “Let me guess, mother and father said no?”

“Correct.”

“And engaged you with Lady Imai without your consent?”

“Correct.”

Atsumu lets out frustrated sigh, “you need to be a man and break it off with Lady Imai.”

“Just like that?”

Atsumu nods, “yeah, be honest and break it off with her. Tell her you love someone else.”

Osamu stared at his twin for a second, “when did you get so…”

“This happens when you fall in love, you understand things you didn’t get before.” He sips his sake, “is Lady Miyazaki someone you really want to spend the rest of your life with?”

“Yes.” Osamu answered in a heartbeat.

“She’s worth it?”

“Yes!”

“Then you need to fight for her.” Atsumu stares at his brother, “exactly like what you just told me. We need to fight for our women.”

“But she’s going to marry that punk Saitoshi.”

Atsumu crosses his arms against his chest, “you’re going to let that punk take your woman?”

“Over my dead body.”

. .

“We cannot marry.” The smile on Lady Imai’s face morphs into a frown. Osamu has called her to have a private meetup at her family home. “I am in love with someone else and it would not be fair to you or to me if neither of us is happy. So,” he inhales sharply, “I cannot marry you. I am sorry.”

Osamu is prepared for all scenarios. Ready for her to cry. Ready for her to hit him. Ready for her to yell at him. Ready for her to refuse.

She lets out a deep sigh. “It’s Lady Miyazaki?”

“Yes,” Osamu answered softly, “it is her that I am in love with. And she is in love with me too.”

“I know,” Suzu’s voice cracked, “I saw the pain in her eyes when I told her I will be your future bethrow.”

Osamu frown, “you met her? When?”

“About four or five weeks ago,” her head bows, “it was before our parents officially announced it.” She apologized immediately when Osamu closes his eyes and inhales sharply. “I did not think and assumed she was only someone to temporarily fill your needs until we would marry.”

“You are wrong,” Osamu said quietly. “I love her, and I wanted to marry her before my parents even spoke about your existence. Unfortunately, my parents do not approve and went ahead and moved forward this engagement.” No longer wanting to waste any more time, Osamu looks at her, “I am here to tell you that I will be calling our engagement off. I owe you the explanation first and will take all the responsibility. I wish you well, Lady Imai. You deserve someone who will love you dearly as I love Y/n.”

. .

First Lady Matsui looks at him with sorrowful eyes. “Lord Miya, she is no longer here.” She repeated. "She has returned home with my son, Satoshi.”

The colors on Osamu’s face drained. “What – what do you mean?”

“Lord Miya, you mustn’t come here, you have a bethrow already and I don’t want any issues to come to us – “

“It is Y/n that I love and that I want to marry.” Osamu interrupts her. “It is I that she wants to be marry too.” He steps forward, “aunty, please – please tell me where she is?”

“Osamu,” she lets out a sigh, “I know your parents will not approve of her because she is a widow, don’t make this hard for you and for Y/n. You knew better than to get involved with her.” She takes a step back past the gates, “you shouldn’t be here, please return to your home.”

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[concubuck]

((Hey puff what's up with that post about hypno kink?

So here Alastor's being paranoid as hell about hypno play, to the point where he won't even talk about it without a hundred layers of encryption—and yet he expresses a willingness to do it. What's up with that?

So! Between his Radio Demon powers and his various other magic tricks, Alastor is pretty overpowered! When you've got an overpowered character, he needs a few weaknesses here and there. One way to do this is to go "he's got powers in these areas over here but not in those areas over there."

But when you can swing it, what's fun is "he's got this weakness BECAUSE of his powers."

Being the Radio Demon, Alastor is inhumanly sensitive to sounds and broadcasts. Because of that, he's extremely vulnerable to sounds and broadcasts.

This vulnerability can be benign. For example: ASMR, audio files with sounds that are designed to give people a light tingling feeling around their ears and scalp will give him enormous prickly chills over his entire head, up his ears, and down his neck, back and arms.

In some cases it's less benign. For example: hypnosis. It's extremely easy to hypnotize him. It's probably his biggest weak point. He's had to put mountains of safeguards in place to protect himself from someone using this against him—for example, he's got spells on himself to prevent himself from selling his own soul while under hypnotic compulsion. Because that could happen. He's spent over eighty years trying to ensure that nobody finds out just how weak he is to a droning trance-inducing voice, a magic-laced command, or a subliminal message slipped in an audio file.

But, like. On the other hand, being hypnotized feels euphoric to him. If a hypnotist goes "you now feel 100x better" then by God his brain is going to try to figure out what could possibly feel one hundred times more good than what he's currently feeling, and then it'll make that happen. And besides that, in a sexual context, it's FREEING for him. He's COMPLETELY liberated from his own thoughts, wants, feelings, and identity. His entire sex life revolves around temporarily forgetting who he is, burying himself beneath the character he's playing for his partner, and drowning his thoughts beneath his current lust and pleasure. With erotic hypno play, the hypnotist does all that FOR him. He can let go of himself completely—he HAS to let go of himself completely, whether he wants to or not. He likes having that control stripped from him.

So sometimes he risks it.

But he doesn't risk it lightly. He won't allow someone to hypnotize him until they've shaken on a deal to protect himself—usually something like "if you decide to do ANYTHING to me under hypnosis i didn't consent to or if you try to implant ANY effects that will linger with me after the pre-agreed end of our session, the instant you make that decision, ownership of your soul and willpower is immediately forfeit to me," insert 500 additional clauses to close any loopholes. Sometimes he'll even send a contract stating "if you try to hypnotize me without my consent i get ur soul etc" for the hypnotist to sign before Alastor meets with them, to ensure that they won't just try to put him in a trance the second he walks into the room without even waiting to lure him into a sexual situation.

"Hey Puff why have you put so much thought into this?" why do you think? Because I want him to get hypnotized and I'm interested in the possibility of someone wriggling around all his protections to fuck with his mind. But like, they don't have to fuck with his mind. I'm interested in a vanilla consensual hypno session that has no lingering consequences too.))

#((*writes two pages* *bolds & highlights the important sentences* ADHD study techniques)) #ooc

[ghost-words]

This was written for @paperdemon-arpg

"Next portal please!" Evan Ghost stands in the wooden back shed of his witch friend Celine's house.

The girl grabs her staff, a long gray wooden staff adored with amethyst crystals and a black lantern holding a red and blue orb, the crystals quietly clink against each other while the orb of the lamp turns a moonlit light blue. Celine turns to the back wall of the shed where a purple tapestry is hung and draws a large triangle in the air.

This is Evan's second portal adventure so the anxiety is finding itself in his stomach. Deep breaths and a flash of blue light. The triangle now reveals a beautiful starry sky,  a blue planet with rings, and water. 

The sight of the water makes Even slightly cringe. Wet is not his favorite status.

Celine gives him a caring look. "Got everything? The portal closes once you go in so there's no turning back. You can send a magic ping across the multiverse to me to leave after 30 minutes."

"Ok. Thank you." Evan adjusts his headphones that are hanging around his neck along with the necklace with the scythe cram on it. After entering his first portal to Faedin, a land of mushrooms, a small triangle mark appeared on his scythe. 

Evan feels into the pocket of his black hoodie. Inside is his Walkman. Already loaded inside the Walkman is a cassette of the vaporwave genre called "Happy Music for Sad Kids, by Passive Refraction". This cassette is one he would play alone in his room. A pure feeling of peace and content.

"Thank you again Celine. " he smiles as he steps from the wood of the shed to the water of this new world. The portal shrinks. Evan stands alone in the night, in the water, surrounded by stars and a large looming planet. 

With another deep breath, he puts on the headphones and clicks play on the Walkman. Forward he walks. Endless is the view of water and stars. Deep breath. Safety. He feels safe here. He is Evan Ghost, the guy who befriended Dreams and fought off Negativity. The water is only a few inches deep and does not hinder his walking. He walks, track one, track two, track three. Click. Time to flip the tape. 

Evan looks around admiring everything around him. 

"This is what I mean by 'I need time alone in the void.'" He smiles. Swrrrrrrrrrrrr. The next side of the tape plays as he walks. Track four, track five. He stops and closes his eyes. This peaceful place. This peaceful music. Content. Relaxed. Happy. Track six, click. Breaths deep and calm, eyes closed, he lets the silence surround him. He lets the sound of the water beneath surround him. 

With a small smile, he opens his eyes and pulls out his phone to Ping Celine. 

A triangle outline appears before him. With a blue flash, Celine waves.

"So? How was it?" She asks as Evan walks though.

He removes his headphones and replies with "I've never been more at peace."

He feels almost euphoric. The feeling stays with him as he takes in the surroundings of his own universe.

"Come inside, I made snacks! If you would still like time to enjoy the vibe you are in you are welcome to chill in my meditation room." Celine guides Evan who is in a peaceful trance inside her home. 

"You know where the room is right? Upstairs and to the right." She gestures to the stairs. "Take as long as you need."

As Evan climbs the stairs and enters the room whose door is a purple curtain he immediately feels recharged. Crystals hang on strings from the ceiling, a large stained glass window at the back of the room, some comfy couches, and a large purple rug with a magic circle pattern lays in the center.

Evan lays down on the carpet.

The stained glass turns blue and shifts to look like the looming planet from the portal. Everything is bathed in a soft blue light. Evan closes his eyes.

A wave of peace rolls over. He feels his body become lighter. The urge to open his eyes hits, so he does.

Back in the water, back with the stars and the looming planet.

He looks down at himself to see that his body is transparent.

30 minutes.

The phrase rings through his head as he lays back down to watch the sky.

The magnificent vast sheet of sparkling stars. He turns his head to view the planet and its many rings. The contrast of the light blue planet and the dark rings inspires him. 

15 minutes.

Evan reflects on his adventure. In this land he has found inner peace. There is so much more to experience here and he knows it.

5 minutes.

Evan closes his eyes again. He can feel his body getting heavy. Heavier and heavier till he can once again feel the carpet beneath him. 

Opening his eyes, he sits up to see Celine in the doorway.

"I just came to check on you, have a good time?" She smiles.

"Yea, again I have never felt better."

Celine helps Evan up and they both go downstairs. On the table is a charcuterie board, a bowl of pretzels, a container of hummus, and some pistachios.

"What did you see?" Asks Celine sitting and chomping on some pretzels.

"Endless or seemingly endless body of like a few inch deep water. The water reflected the sky. A large planet with rings loomed above," Evan nibbles on some cheese. "It was such a peaceful place! Add on the music I was listening to. Pure euphoria."

Celine holds up a finger as she swallows her food. "Would you go back?"

Evan nods. "There's more to that portal. I know it and I can't wait to go back!"

"Well I'm happy to hear. It's getting late. I'm surprised Jax hasn't called you." Celine giggles.

Evan looks up in shock and scrambles through his pockets for his phone. "I put it on silent!" turning on his phone reveals one text message from Jax.

"Hope you are having fun, say hi to Celine for Lu and I (but mostly Lu)."

Evan smiles and lets out a sigh of relief. "Alright, I should get home now, thank you for everything Celine!"

They hug. Celine packs up the snacks for Evan to bring home with him. Evan makes his way out the door to start the walk home.

#evan ghost #paper demon arpg #paper demon #writeblr #writers on tumblr #short story

[millyhelp]

girl, I just saw that you are Brazilian, and I am too!!!! could you do something like either the reader is very angry or they are in an intimate moment, and she just starts babbling words in another language and he can't understand anything? (Or maybe he gets turned on, who knows, right🤷🏽‍♀️?)

OIII! I'm so happy to see Brazilians here too!! And your request is an order 🫡

Im sorry if this is shortand sound bad, I'm writing this while I'm dying of sleep 🫠

Warnings: Swearing in another language, Brazilian reader, praise kink, smut, boobs kink and sex p in v.

Hypnotized. Jason was hypnotized.

“Porra!(fuck!) Jason…” you moaned loudly when you felt his lips on your nipples as he went deep inside you.

How did you get to this situation? Well, you were totally irritated while looking for something to wear after getting out of the shower.

“Onde eu botei o caralho da blusa? (Where a put my fucking t-shirt?)” You almost growled in anger.

Jason on the other hand, was just walking past the closet you two share and heard you swear. Yes, he knows you're Brazilian, but this was the first time he heard you speak Portuguese.

“Doll? You okay?” He leaned against the doorframe and looked at you. Fuck, you were just wearing your bra and panties as you looked for something to wear. Jason couldn't help but have his eyes fixed squarely on your beautiful boobs, perfectly placed in that lace bra.

“I can't find o caralho da blusa! (I can't find the fucking tshirt)”

That's where it all started. You swearing in Portuguese, dressed only in lingerie, your boobs looking incredible. Jason can't hold back.

Every word that came out of your mouth in your native language did something different to Jason.

“Meu garotão, me fazendo me sentir tão- oh! Bem! (My bigboy, making me feel so good)” You pulled his hair and Jason let out a muffled moan from your nipple in his mouth.

He didn't understand what you were talking about, but damn, it made him closer and closer to cumming inside you.

“Ride me… please!” Jason moaned with his lips still on your boobs.

You turned it under you without taking it out. you both moaned as you felt him deeper inside you. Jason's hands went towards her boobs, squeezing and massaging them. you started going down and up on his cock.

“Grande pra caralho! (So fucking big!)” You moaned loudly.

Jason was beyond happy and euphoric. He was mesmerized by you. Totally in a trance.

When he felt you squeeze his cock with your wet walls, one of Jason's hands went towards your clit.

“Cum for me, please pretty girl.” Jason whimpered and then grunted. “I'm so close. Cum with me, huh?”

“Jace! Oh my-” You jumped on his cock with speed and desperation to achieve your release. Your orgasm has come to you and your vision became clear.

Jason came hard inside of you. His large arms wrapped around your waist and held you tightly as the spasms of your strong orgasm went away. Jason's face was in your boobs.

"You should speak more Portuguese..." his voice sounded muffled

"If it has that effect on you, I'll just speak Portuguese now, amor.” You gave a tired smile and felt Jason smile in your skin.

HOPE YOU LIKED! 🥹🇧🇷

#jason todd #jason todd smut #brazilian reader #jason todd oneshot #red hood smut #red hood x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #millyhelp asks~ #millyhelp thoughts~

[mcmikey990]

It was a night like any other of the past few months, a chilled Michigan spring evening. The sun, low on the horizon but still bright enough to light my apartment through the window. It was my birthday, and with a few taps of the keyboard, she would come running at my beckoning call...

Was it really more than a month that she had been coming over, almost every night, just for wild and unrelenting sex? I would use her for my pleasure then watch here leave while I was still dripping in sweat. It seems like just yesterday I hung up on her and didn't even want to think about her because I was so mad... at myself...

But then she came over to console me, wearing a zip-up hoodie and pajama pants (as us college folk focused more on comfort than appearance at the time). So there we were, me sitting in my desk chair, her standing in front of me, fingers running through my hair, I looked up at her and said, "I just don't care any more." And as the words passed through my mouth, I began to pull down the zipper of her hoodie only to notice she had nothing underneath. And I realized it wasn't for comfort, it was for convenience.

And in that moment, the world disappeared. There was nothing but her and me... and her breasts in front of my face, begging for my mouth. Voluptuous and tender, nipples still soft from the warmth of her hoodie, but slowly tightening now exposed to the cooler air. I kiss the pink center and lick the firm skin encompassing her areola and she throws her head back with an erotic gasp of air.

God, I loved how she would gasp at my every touch, how she moaned to guide me to her pleasure, how she screamed in ecstasy at climax...

Many of her visits would begin the exact same way: I would sit in my chair and carefully, but forcefully, take off every bit of clothing she had on, ogling every inch of skin that I revealed. And then I would devour her breasts, sucking and licking so hard, trying to milk every once of pleasure from her bare skin.

With the last of her clothing strewn across the floor, I would pick up her leg and rest her knee over my lap. And while her legs were spread just enough, I would partake in my third favorite erogenous endeavor: fingering her delicate pussy.

Oh, the sounds she would make as my fingers slid up and down her already moistened lips. The primal moan of pure bliss as one, then two, fingers enter her gently, slowly, but forcefully deep...

Most of the time, I would set a blanket on the floor of my room, as I only had a twin size bed and didn't want to give her (or my knees) a rug burn from the carpet. I would lay her down right in the middle, lift her legs up then open, spreading them as wide as she could handle. Next would come my second favorite euphoric exercise: licking her sweet pussy.

And it was euphoric for both her and me; she would fall into an organismic trance and I would... Well, everything about going down on her was simply intoxicating. The scent of her soft skin, the taste of her sweet nectar, the feel of her clit against my tongue... It was my opium.

Most of the time, I would take her right there on the floor, holding her legs wide open, watching her body, drinking with my eyes... With every thrust, her breasts rock up and down her chest, her pussy would quiver and swell, and she would moan and scream... With every thrust...

But once in a while, I wouldn't have the patients to lie her gently on the floor, or to take my time eating her out. Once in a while, I couldn't rip her clothes off fast enough, or get mine off fast enough... I sat here down in the corner of my couch, then grabbed her legs and lifted them up and over to one side but held them together. She crossed her feet and put a hand on her calf to help hold herself up, then looked up at me and said, "this should be interesting."

With just a slit of her pink pussy peaking through from between her legs, I knelt beside her and pressed the shaft of my cock into those sweet lips, hard, pushing down to rub her clit before finally entering her. The look on her face and in her eyes etched itself in my mind so much that even now, 20 years later, that is and has remained my favorite sex position... ever.

But as I said, it was a night like any other Michigan spring evening. I saw her car pull in to the complex parking lot and watched her walk up then buzzed her in the building and left my front door open as I went back to my room. I heard the door close then footsteps walking towards my room, and I could tell from the sound she had on high heels.

I asked her over this time because I wanted to talk, and I had exactly what I wanted to say in my head. Then she stepped in my room wearing a trench coat with her hair done up, makeup perfectly accentuating her naturally beautiful face, heels and stockings. The first thing that went through my mind was she got dressed up to take me out to a birthday dinner. But I couldn't even get out a single syllable before her coat fell to the ground, and underneath was something not for convenience, it was for pure sexual provocative enjoyment.

Before me she stood a 20 year old brunette bombshell, with a small yet sharp chin, full red lips, petite nose, blushed cheeks and eyes that could crumble the toughest of men. This 5'3" beauty (taller with the heels) was wearing the most erotic lingerie I've ever seen. My mind went blank, my jaw dropped, my face went numb. I was looking at a black satin babydoll with spaghetti straps and lace trim, thigh-high stockings and her high heels. It enhanced her already perfectly large breasts, it accentuated her curvy hips, and the almost non-existent g-string thong left nothing for the imagination. My heart still skips a beat thinking about her standing there.

She did a slow turn to model the whole outfit for my eyes, and once back around, she said, "Happy birthday!" And with that, my mind instantly went back to the reason I wanted to talk to her. I stood up, grabbed her hand in mine and had her sit on the couch. I brought my chair over and sat in front of her and looked deep in her eyes and said, "I can't do this anymore."

In the pause after I said those words, the sexy smile she had faded and I saw her eyes grow deep and dark, her cheeks turned flush and her little nose went a little red... I felt her grip tighten in my hands, and before she was able to say anything, I told her, "I can't do this, because it isn't fair to you... because I love you too much to use you like this. (I take a breath and sigh) That's what it was in the beginning, just sex, and I knew that you cared about me more than I cared about you, and that was manipulative and insensitive and immature.

"But right now, I don't want your body, I want you, I want all of you. I don't want to just have sex anymore, I want to make love to you. I want you to wear lingerie for me because it's a Tuesday and I need cheering up. I want you to sit on my face because you had a rough day at work. I want to make love in the shower under candlelight. I want to know what position fits your mood. I want to tie you up in bondage and have my way with you. I want the excitement and anticipation of being on a dinner date knowing you're not wearing panties under your dress. I want to stay up all night long cuddling on the couch just watching movies. I want to fall asleep naked next to you. I want to take nude pictures of you, and make homemade movies. I want to cook dinner with you only wearing an apron. I want to make you breakfast in bed. I want to take care of you when you're sick. I want you to keep a change of clothes and a spare toothbrush in my apartment. I want to travel the world with you and make love in as many different countries as we can. I want to discover what intimacy means with you. I want to know what your dreams are, what your fears are. I want to know what turns you on more than anything else. I want to find what your sexual limits are, and for you to find mine. I want to be at my most vulnerable with you, and you with me..."

I was going to say, "I want to take you with me on this journey of life." But before I could finish, "I want..." she said, "shut up and kiss me." I smiled uncontrollably and lean in to press my face against her. Out lips meet, my hand reaches behind her head and I hold her to me, but then pull away. I stood up in front of her, I was only wearing a pair of gym shorts and had them on the floor next to her trench coat as soon as I left the seat. And for the first time I was completely naked while she wasn't. I took a step closer and said, "and this is now yours to do with as you please," as my member stood firmly erect pointing at her. She looked at it, then looked up at me, grabbed my cock in her hands and stood up and said, "I said shut up and kiss me."

I held her face in my hands, softly, and kissed her with more passion than I have ever given another woman. Our tongues dance in each other's mouths. She had my heart, but still holding my solid erection in her hands, she pulled me closer and I shoved my rod into her abdomen, the satin is so soft against my shaft. I reached down and grabbed her ass, clutching her body firmly, holding as much flesh as I could in one hand. I motioned her to lift her leg up and wrap it around me, to be in the familiar position of touching between her legs, to aide in her arousal, to make her as wet as possible.

But with both of us standing, I was too tall to reach my target, even with her heels on. So I pulled my lips apart from hers, almost painfully, but smirked as I step around and sat in the middle of the couch. Looking up at her, I tell her to, "take that pretty thing off... but take your time."

She smiles, provocatively, and starts to slip one strap off her shoulder, slowly... painfully slowly. She starts to sway her hips, sensually dancing as half of the babydoll is being held up by her breast, but inching itself down more and more with each motion. She turns to show me her backside and stands with her feet apart, locks her legs straight and bends forward, teasing at the slightest glance of just how small her thong really is.

Just by the very thought of what I am already looking at, unconsciously, almost instinctively, I have to touch myself. She leans forward even more and ever so gently pulls the satin fabric up over her behind. My God, she is so beautiful and sexy it hurts... The glimmer of the tender and darker skin around her anus peak from behind the thin string running between her legs. The things I want to do to that ass, I'm so anxious to have her my legs start shaking and I can feel if I had been standing my knees would have buckled under me.

She brings her legs back together and continues her sensually intoxicating dance. Still facing away from me, she looks over her shoulder still clad with the remaining strap, and again, painfully slow slides it over her shoulder and down her arm. Then looking over her other shoulder pulls her arm out of the already loose strap. She raises both arms over her head and with a sway of her hips, the babydoll falls frictionlessly to the floor.

With her arms still reaching up over her head, she turns back around to display her perfect breasts. Voluptuous, sensitive, soft and tender, her nipples almost as erect as I am. But by this point, my dick is so hard it feels like the skin is about to burst.

She dances a little more, her hands now touching her face and down her neck. As if she were exploring her own body for the first time, her hands run over her breasts, a delicate finger tip brushes over her nipples, then her hands cup her breasts underneath and lifts slightly as she gently squeezes them... She is showing me that these are mine to play with.

Her hands continue down her sides and past her waist, she purses her arms together and squeezes her breasts to show them off even more. A single finger slips under each side of the microscopic waistband of her thong and she begins to pull them down. Saying she pulled them down would incite that she performed that action in one movement, when really she took her damn time. Her hips sway in her erotic dance and her hands haven't even gone past her hips yet. But with her legs together, the crotch of the thong is held in place and the satin triangle turns upside-down as her hands slowly continue to pull down her thighs.

She drops to on knee, and then the other, then sits back bringing her feet up in front of her. The thong is still at her knees, but she starts to unstrap her heels and takes them off first one, slowly, toes pointed underneath the stocking mesh. And the second shoe, open the buckle, undo the strap, and off it goes. The shiney black heels are tossed aside and land somewhere under my desk.

With her legs still together, she ends the journey of removing the thong as it passes over her calves and through her feet. A quick flick of the wrist and it disappears in my peripheral, because all of my focus is on the beauty sitting before me. She starts to pull down a stocking, but I interrupt her in the process, "please, keep those on." She smiles and then leans back, resting on her hands and starts to open her legs.

In the time that she had been coming over, I have never not had a light on while we had sex. Whether it is still daylight outside, or a small desk lamp in my room, 80% of the pleasure of having sex with a beautiful woman is seeing her naked body. With that, of course I have seen her pussy before, but I don't think my eyes have really ever paid attention to it before now.

But now... Now my eyes drink, they gorge the site, they devour greedily the view... Now I am paying intimate attention. The delicate reddening skin of her labia, the sensitive pink lips swell with each pulse of her heartbeat, and mine. The slightest hint of her clitoris hiding atop the vertical line that is her pussy. I can taste her sweetness just by looking at her and my heart flutters with how beautiful she is.

There are many women in this world that look better wearing lingerie than they do naked. She is not one of those woman. I could stare at her naked body endlessly... I begin to stroke myself up and down, gently, inviting her to do the same. She leans to one side and her hand reaches from behind with a single finger tip, delicately brushing over her moistened pink pussy. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, her open mouth gasps a breath of arousal as she fingers deeper into her own wetness.

I can't handle it any more, "you need to come here, now." She laughs playfully and says, "it's about time, you made that last longer than I expected."

"Well, you sure didn't make it very easy for me," I tell her as she straddles me on the couch. Her knees bend the cushions down, she grabs the back of the couch and her breasts stand only inches from my face. I pause for just a mere moment, her body looks different somehow; more defined, brighter, more flush with color, more excited than remember from days past. I slouch down just slightly in my seat to better line up our bodies, I can feel the heat emanating from her loins... The anticipation is almost at my breaking point, I feel like the instant our genitals meet I will burst a load of cum through the roof. My testicles tingle between my legs and I bring her face to mine, kissing her passionately again.

She sits in my lap and her soft wet pussy finally meets my throbbing hard shaft and she starts to rock her hips forward and back, buttering me with her wetness. I reach both hands behind her rear and spread her cheeks apart as I lift her up gracefully. But because of the way I'm sitting, my member is pointing more at me than up at her, so she takes me in her hand and aligns it straight up. She eases herself down, just touching the tip to her dripping wet lips and massages her pussy with the head of my cock, back and forth, then in circles. It's nearly too much for me to handle and I try to thrust my hips up. But it accomplishes little as she is still gripping the shaft in her hand.

Thankfully, she got the message, and ends her self-stimulation with the tip of my cock just at the opening of her vagina. With my hands still firmly gripping her ass, I walk my fingers into her pussy and spread her lips open, then pull her down onto me. She takes my cue and sits into my lap... She is so wet, I slide completely inside her with tender ease.

Her mouth gapes open and she gasps the most erotic breath for air followed by an even more erotic moan of pure pleasure. My hands release from her ass and rub up her back massaging to her shoulders. She has to lean in a little for us to kiss, but I hold her just before our lips touch and I whisper in her ear, "I love you, Katrina."

"I love you, too," she says back to me, almost weeping. She moans with joy, half crying, half pleasure with every motion inside her. I hold her face to mine and the, "mmmmph," that escapes from her as we kiss induces a gutteral passion from inside me. Our bodies are mated, penetrated, I am intimately and physically as close to her as humanly possible but yet my heart feels like I'm not close enough.

I push her over to one side then stand in front of her and offer her my hand. Her soft fingers gracefully play across my palm and I pull her to stand, then I lead her over to my bed. I gently have her sit, then carefully, as lovingly as I can, lay her down. The look in her eyes, lying there in my bed bare breasted, she begs for me. Then I climb between her legs and we make love, embracing, caressing, wrapped in each other's bodies. I've never had her in my bed, because I was afraid of what it may have signified, I was afraid she would have thought I wanted more than friends with benefits. But now, that's all I want: more. More of her, all of her, and everything that comes with it.

Still naked and in each other's arms, we talk all night long, about nothing and everything. I tell her how I either want to be a teacher or enlist in the Marine Corps after college, she tells me her secret obsession with comics. With a single finger tip, I gently caress her nipple, she inhales deeply and rolls over on her back, as if to tell me her body is mine. And as her nipples begin to firm, as the skin begins to tighten, I ask her, "what is your biggest fear?" Before she has a chance to answer, my mouth gorges on her tender breasts. She inhales deeply and attempts to ask, "did... did you want me to answer or... are you gonna keep doing that..."

I pull away just looking enough to reply, "Of course I want you to answer, I asked, didn't I?" Immediately my tongue returns to toy with her breasts and tease her nipples. She takes a moment to enjoy my tongue, one or two gasps followed by a moan and she finally answers, "I think my biggest fear is that I won't be remembered." With that I stop my torment of her bare skin and look up with admiring eyes, "you can put that to rest right now. I promise you, you will be remembered. There is no way that I can have this much love for you, and then one day just forget you ever existed."

She looks down at me and smiles, holds my face in her hands and pulls me up to kiss her. But the problem with being naked and passionately kissing is that it ultimately leads to passionate sex... And we make love again. I have no idea what time it is, but it's starting to get light outside. We had to have at least four or five romps of love, which means I had to have cum at least six or seven times, which means I lost count of how many times she had an orgasm.

Out of breath and covered in sweat, and each other's cum (if I had any more to give...), we finally collapse and I cover her trembling body with the same blanket that had once padded her lying on the floor as I emotionlessly fucked her for my own pleasure. But this time I covered her bare skin with my blanket, and covered her heart with my love. I was so happy in this moment, watching her drift off to sleep, I didn't want the night (now morning) to end.

With the lack of sleep finally catching up to me, I close my eyes and fall into a dreamless slumber with a faint but content grin. I don't need dreams anymore, I'm already in mine.

The sun finally shines too bright and I have no choice but to arise and wake up... But there's no one next to me, she's gone, and I'm lying as I do every morning in my bed, alone. I'm alone because we never made love five times through the night. I'm alone because I never told her how much I loved her... How much I love her.

She did come over yesterday, she was wearing a breath-takingly stunning babydoll for my birthday, I did sit her down and tell her I can't do this to her any more... But that's where my courage faded. I wasn't strong enough to tell her I wanted to stop taking advantage of her because I loved her. What meant to be a dramatic pause after I said that, she simply replied too quickly, "I understand," and everything I had prepared to say vanished from my mind.

The evening ended as it usually did, her getting dressed and leaving my apartment. But this time she left a hole from which I have never recovered.

When I heard you were getting a divorce, my heart sank, because I wanted so bad to be there for you, to comfort you. To let you know there is still a man in the world that cares for you, that's wants you to be happy, that loves you more than words can express. But I couldn't. I couldn't because I made a commitment and a vow that I will not break. Ultimately, there is another man out there who's better than me, a man who will make you laugh more than I can, someone one stronger and better looking than me. But there will never be another that loves you as unconditionally as I do. Since the day I left for Boot Camp, since the very last time I saw you, not a day - not one single day - has passed where I haven't thought about you. Everything I see reminds me of you, my chest aches just to hear your voice again, to hear your laugh. But I missed my chance, and we will never know the life we could have had... and you will forever remain, the one I let slip away.

[ukai-simp-services]

your hq s/o walking in on you masturbating

includes: kenma, oikawa, ukai, kuroo

warnings: heavy smut, cursing, nsfw; degrading, praising, edging, teasing.

a/n: god this took so long for me to write, i hope y’all enjoy. i worked very hard on each character so be sure to read em all ;)

(female character descriptions)

kenma kozume

  you sat with your legs criss-crossed on the plush comforter of your bed - your shared bed with your boyfriend. kenma was rarely ever away from you, his job required him to sit at home by his desk most days, trying out different video game graphics, typing up notes or ideas after trying said game. It wasn’t very often that his company called him in for a meeting, maybe once every few weeks. 

  alas, you still found yourself sitting here, alone on your giant bed, wondering what you’d do with your time. you came home, hours prior, yearning for your comfortable bed after a long day at work. and you certainly relished in those desires, taking a much-needed nap for a couple of hours. but now here you were, brightly awake, with an unusual warmth of desire in your stomach. you were unsure where the urge came from, considering your boyfriend wasn’t even home to tempt you. but it was still there, and it needed to be satiated. 

  so you began your mission, it had been quite a number of months since you last masturbated on your own. your lovely kenma was always by your side, always there to feed your cravings, masturbation wasn’t even a thought when you knew he was just a room away from you. you almost forgot your usual routine when it came to “doing the deed”. 

  first, you slipped out of your leggings, feeling the cold, but soft comforter tickle your bare legs. then, you snaked your hand up your stomach to your breast, fondling it as best as you could. funny, it didn't feel nearly as rewarding as it did when kenma did it. lastly, you picked up your phone from its spot next to you and began your search.

  you searched a reliable porn site you used to use all the time, quickly finding a video that you knew would get you off quickly. you chewed your bottom lip as the video started, excitement building up from the depths of your core. as the video continued, you snuck your free hand down your stomach to your panties. hesitantly, you creeped your fingers under the elastic band of the soft cotton material and reached slowly for your folds. you gasped at your wetness, it was nothing remarkable, just a little surprising considering how quick you made this decision. you began stroking your clit, slowly to start, while still keeping your eyes on your screen. as the video continued on, you quickened the pace of your rubbing, swirling your juices around your clit with your two fingers. you didn’t realize how focused you were on your phone screen, till the sound of your bedroom door creaking open snapped you out of your daze. 

  yellow, cat-like eyes peered at your disheveled state in both shock and curiosity. you opened your mouth to say something, but was only able to let out a struggled mewl. his gaze was locked to your body, taking in your entire form, focused mainly on the hand buried in your panties, taking note of how your hand continued its motions, slowly. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

  a loud, choked moan vibrated from the phone in your hand, snapping both you and kenma out of your trance. 

  “I-i...” you scrambled for words as you quickly shut off the video and began retracting your hand from your panties.

  kenma dashed towards you, animal-like instincts, and snatched your wrist in his grip, slowly putting your hand back in the spot it was formerly in. 

  “continue.” he said, voice laced with the deep desire you so fortunately get to see in him often. his gaze remained down at your body, instead of looking you in the eye. you simply nodded your head and continued your movements again. taking you by surprise yet again, kenma lifted your phone from your other hand and clicked play on the video again for you.

  your cheeks burned in embarrassment, but soon your whole body was flushed from the euphoric feeling rising in your stomach. kenma held your phone up with one hand, watching you masturbate to whatever the hell was on there. he then took his other hand and pulled the cotton material covering your sex to the side, watching your glistening fingers work magic into your clit. 

  he decided he should help out a little bit, so he poked his warm, firm tongue out of his mouth and penetrated your cunt with it. you gasped at the contact, not expecting it since your eyes were trained on the screen. your movements became spastic as the twisting and curving of his tongue played with your insides wondrously. your body convulsed around his muscle, thighs squeezing and enclosing his head. the video you were watching was quick to end, but you couldn't care as you tossed your phone to the side and grabbed a handful of your boyfriend’s hair. 

  kenma’s assault on your cunt only became more intense as he felt you reaching your orgasm, walls pulsing around his tongue. you moaned in approval of his actions, bucking your hips for the friction of his nose against your clit. your high came shortly after, leaving you grasping kenma’s hair for dear life.

  your chest rose and fell rapidly, waiting for your breathing to normalize again before you spoke. kenma plopped next to you on your bed, automatically snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

“never leave home ever again.” you breathed out, a smile starting to form on your lips.

he simply just chuckled and said, “sounds like a deal to me.”

oikawa tooru 

  oikawa constantly had you on your toes, always watching and waiting for something to happen. with this, also came teasing, he was a huge flirt in general, everyone knew that, but when it came to you it was in every way worse. 

  you stared down at your phone, more specifically, at the text your boyfriend had sent you. 

pretty, but you’d look prettier with the dress off and your legs spread for me <3

  for context, you had went shopping earlier and sent a picture to oikawa of the new dress you were contemplating buying. of course, he was no help in your decision and only used the photo to helplessly fluster you. you sighed to yourself, guess it couldn't be helped.

  but you hated to admit that the text hit you with a swarm of butterflies in the very pit of your stomach -  you couldn't help but imagine your boyfriend in between your thighs, pulling the tight dress up your hips rather slow. 

  of course you had bought it, how could you not after reading that text.

  part of you wanted to surprise him in it, let him come home to you laying in your bed with the dress tightly clung to you and a pair of matching high heels strapped on. unfortunately, reality reminded you that tooru would be practicing ‘til late tonight and you knew that all he would want is a warm bed to crash on, barely even making it to the shower. 

  so instead of bothering your already over-worked boyfriend, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

  finishing your dinner alone at around 7pm, you cleaned yourself up and headed for the bedroom. you crawled across the smooth duvet cover on your bed, cold material rubbing against your bare legs. you situated yourself against two plush pillows, propping your torso up while parting your legs. 

  you pondered for a moment what you should do, it wasn’t an odd occurrence for you to be pleasuring yourself; tooru was out quite frequently because of his busy schedule. your confliction was caused by the fact that you simply wanted tooru, nothing else. 

  even so, you continued your actions; sliding your soft cotton shorts down your smooth and long legs. once situated, you grabbed your phone and searched for something hot to get you off. because you were feeling so touched starved, videos simply wouldn't do it for you today. you needed something more intimate; like the sound of a man’s voice in your ears, coaxing you to your orgasm, directing you to play with yourself how he wanted. 

  yeah, that would do it.

  so you went to your very reliable (totally not reddit or anything) website and searched for something you knew you would like. a seemingly promising result caught your eye, and you proceeded to plug in your earbuds and adjust the volume of the video. you leaned back further into the pillows, trying to get comfortable enough to relax. 

  the video began and you couldn’t help but feel awkward, yeah the man’s voice was hot as hell - deep and seductive too, but something about it didn't feel right considering you had a boyfriend, with a much nicer voice.  

  oh fuck it, you thought.

  there was no secret rule against this, it was basically the same as porn, only it felt nicer because the plot was directed towards you and your orgasm. you felt more at ease with yourself - and with the video. the voice playing was smooth and relaxing. 

  you slowly began to move your fingers as instructed - or should I say demanded, whilst also bringing your left hand up to palm your breast through the thin material of your shirt. you were now working both your clit and your breasts, the feeling of warmth beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach. 

  the voice commanded you to begin fingering yourself - in his words; to “bury your fingers deep in that little cunt of yours”, and who were you to disobey? 

  you did exactly as instructed, indulging your fingers deep - well, as deep as they could go - inside the warmth of your core. you received praises from the man, calling you names of which you most certainly enjoyed. this encouraged you pump yourself faster, all while your left hand toyed with your breast through your shirt. surprisingly, your hands made a dream team, you hadn't felt this amazing masturbating in so long. it was like the voice in your ears was real and the hands on your body weren't your own, but someone else’s. 

  what you failed to realize was, down the hallway from your bedroom, your boyfriend was putting his bags down on the kitchen table and approaching your room - where he heard your soft moans coming from. 

  tooru wandered over to your bedroom, both curious and confused. the way you were moaning, he wondered if he’d find another man on top of you. he decided to bite back his nerves and enter the room quietly, inching the door open with caution. his head poked through the small gap of the doorway that was now exposed, peering over at your writhing body to see that you were in fact alone. oikawa let out a small sigh of relief at this, but then noticed that you were still unaware of his presence and that your ears occupied a set of wireless earbuds. the man smirked to himself, now somewhat aware of what you were doing. 

  he cleared his throat obnoxiously, immediately turning your attention over to him and releasing the breast in your hand almost shamefully. you opened your mouth to say something, but tooru quickly cut you off.

  “my my, what do we have here?” his voice was low and taunting as he took slow strides over to your bed.

  “tooru, i was just-”

  “playing with yourself, my dear?” he chuckled and took a seat next to you on the bed, “that much i can see for myself. just to what would that be, is the question.”

  your face burned in embarrassment and regret, knowing he would manage to squeeze the answer out of you.

  “you- you weren’t home, and i...needed something...”, your voice trailed off as you glanced down at your phone, the audio was paused, but not for long. 

  oikawa seemed to have caught on to your implications and in one swift movement, snatched both your phone and your right earbud from your possession.

  “tooru, please-” 

  your boyfriend made a tsk tsk noise with his tongue, “nuh uh, what makes you think you get to enjoy this alone? honestly, it looks to me like you’re having a lot of fun-” he gestured to your hand which was deeply buried in your panties, “-and i wanna join in on the fun too.” his voice was low and laced with seduction now, his eyes dark and taunting as his face was merely inches away from yours. 

  your chest heaved with heavy contractions, stomach full of butterflies and warmth. you could barely muster out a word, so you stuck with a brisk nod. tooru smirked and plugged the earbud in at your approval, then clicked the audio back on.

  the audio was halfway finished, so the man’s instructions were even more intense than you wanted oikawa to hear. 

  “that’s right you little slut, be a good girl and keep fucking that little cunt for me, yeah?”

  your eyes widened in embarrassment, quickly scanning tooru’s face for any sign of laughter. what shocked you more was the dark expression on his face now, hidden with a deadly smirk on his lips.

  “c’mon baby, do what he’s telling you to do.”

  “good girl, that my good little slut.”

  the mix of the voices overstimulated your senses, your embarrassment soon turned into a wicked desire. you began pumping yourself harder, hand coming back up to grope you breast. your eyes closed shut and your moans began escalating again.  

  you weren’t sure what you boyfriend was planning on doing next, but you felt the pressure of the bed go down as he switched spots from next to you to in between your legs.

  the audio kept encouraging you to pump faster, enticing more moans to spill from your lips. the feeling of a warm, moist tongue pressing against your clit made your eyes shoot open and your head jerk up to see tooru with his head in between your thighs.

  “what? am I not allowed to help?” he quizzed you with a tone laced with teasing.

  you let your head fall back onto the pillow as oikawa took his time lapping at your clit. your fingering stuttered, but never ceased as the voice of a man and the tongue of your man continued to pleasure you. the audio was nearing an end and you felt yourself also nearing an orgasm. oikawa pushed your hand so your fingers went even deeper than they already were, this earned a whimpering gasp from you. you looked down at your partner to see his eyes were locked with yours, tongue poking out to lick at your swollen clit. you felt your walls clenching around your fingers at the sight, voice in your ear aiding in it too.

  “look at you, so helpless, getting off to some guys’ voice? such a needy little whore, aren't you?” 

  you felt all the oxygen in your lungs leave your body, fingers growing stiff inside of you. your boyfriend’s words tugged at something inside of you, an animalistic version of you deep down that needed to be freed. 

  tooru smirked up at you, perfectly aware of his effect on you. his tongue withdrawing from inside his mouth to lap you up for the hundredth time.

  “how pathetic, were you that desperate for an orgasm that you resulted to audio porn?”

  “good girl, that’s my good little girl, cry out for me.”

  you felt your orgasm coming like a tidal wave, the two voices overstimulating your senses once again.

  “that’s so fucking embarrassing, your own fingers are barely enough to please you anymore. you need my tongue to help you.”

  “that’s right, come for me, come around those pretty little fingers of yours.”

  “yeah? you're gonna be an obedient little slut and come for for him? listen to his orders like he’s your daddy, right?”

  and you did.

  with a final whine of pleasure, your body violently rocked itself through your orgasm. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched into air helplessly. your fingers slowed down on their movements, eventually coming to a slow finish. you breathed heavily, chest heaving as the ringing in your ears quieted down. all that could be heard in the room was the thick silence in the air and your contracted breathing. 

  tooru slowly approached the spot next to you on the bed from his former position between your legs, lying next to your disheveled form. once your body had calmed itself down a bit more, your retracted your hands from their position  and turned toward your lover, resting your head on his shoulder. 

  “well, I certainly did not expect to come home to that.” tooru chuckled lightly.

  you quickly dove your face into the side of his neck, hiding in mortification. 

  “god, I'm so embarrassed.” you mumbled into his skin.

  oikawa only laughed louder, earning a light slap on his arm.

  “come on, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every second of that.”

  “you know I did, that’s why I'm embarrassed!” you lifted your head from his neck to retort back.

  he only shook his head and laughed again, wrapping his arm around your body to keep you warm.

  “why did you come home so early, anyway?”

  “well practice ended early because the team wanted to go out to dinner for a sort-of, congratulations for doing so good in our last match. that team we went up against was really hard, remember?”

  “yes, I do. so why didn't you go!” you suddenly jerked your head up to scold your boyfriend.

  “because...I'd much rather be home with you celebrating. besides, I thought that text I sent you was a hint of what I wanted to do with you tonight.” his voice trailed off quietly.

  “oh god, I thought you were just being a damn tease like always! that’s why I took matters into my own hands.”

  tooru propped himself up on one elbow, facing you.

  “c’mon, you know damn well you enjoy my teasing. plus who says we can't go for a round two?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and gestured at the rising tent under his sweatpants that was nearly poking your leg.

  you smirked, looking back up into your boyfriend’s eyes.

  “i guess that can be arranged, but it’s my turn to tease, i've had enough of your teasing for one day.”

  before he could protest, you were on top of him straddling his waist, hands holding his arms up over his head.

  “fine by me.”

ukai keishin

  coming home from a long day at work, you plopped down your bags and ran your fingers through your hair. ukai was working the late shift at his convenience store like he usually did on weekdays, and he probably hadn’t eaten anything besides snacks since lunch this noon. your body was tired and sweaty, but you motivated yourself with the idea of a hot shower to keep you up on your feet for a bit longer. as quick as you could, you whipped up a plate of steamed dumplings and rice for you and your fiancé to eat. once satisfied with your work, you left the meal on top of the stove with a glass cover on top to keep it warm. 

  hot shower hot shower hot shower you chanted to yourself, reminding yourself of your reward for the long day you had. you went to your bedroom first to quickly strip, tossing the restricting clothes away into a hamper. afterwards, you entered your bathroom - now naked, a chill ran over your body. you turned the knob of the shower to the left, far to the left, making the water spring to life and begin to heat up.

  after a few moments of waiting for the steamy-hot water to rush out, you took a step into the tub. immediately, your muscles relaxed under the flow of the hot water, your skin burned a little at the sensation too. you sat under the water for a good 30 minutes; lathering your soft skin with foamy body wash, scrubbing at your scalp and rinsing the stress of a long day off your body. the shower was full of steam and the sweet scents of all the soap you used. 

  you exited the shower after feeling fully clean and content, wrapping a dry towel around your head to hold your drenched hair. you dried your body off with another towel and slipped a soft robe around your form, before approaching your room. 

  following after brushing through your damp hair, you slid on an over-sized t-shirt from your closet, probably one of ukai’s without realizing. you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you walked toward your dresser, you admired the way the t-shirt showed off the shape of your breasts and hugged your hips. you took a step back to appreciate your form a minute more, becoming seemingly more and more confident in your looks by the second. it had clearly been awhile since you felt confident in yourself, your teenage days were over and adulthood was settling into your appearance. 

  still, for the first time in awhile, you thought you looked damn good. 

  a flame ignited in your belly, a flame you had not felt in a long time. you usually tended to ignore said flame, because you simply did not have the time to deal with it. 

  but today was so draining and you had not done this in so long. surely you deserved a reward, right?

  yes, yes you did. a hot shower alone simply was not enough of a prize for the type of day you had. 

  you crawled onto the bed and sat against your pillow, spreading your legs for yourself in front of the mirror across the room. grateful you had not put on underwear yet, you reached down to touch your bare petals. you weren’t wet yet, but it didn't take you long to get there, not with that mirror in front of you. 

  you watched yourself from the spot on your bed, grabbing your bare breast underneath your shirt as you started rubbing lazy circles around your clit. you found yourself soon more relaxed than not, giving in to your suppressed desires. you began to imagine you weren’t alone on your bed, that your future husband with there with you; crawling in-between your legs. you moaned at the thought, eyes fluttering close in a daze. 

  you thought about him grabbing you by your thighs, holding on to them as he made out with your sloppy, wet pussy. you imagined the sounds, his vibrating moans, your wet slick being lapped up and sucked on. 

  your was sex dripping with your cum now, and you watched yourself in the mirror with hooded lids, vividly imaging your husbands head and back facing the ceiling. you could even see the details of his back muscles contracting and relaxing as he continued aggressively devouring you. 

  your thoughts were paused when you heard the front door open, your eyes widened, but remained glued to the image of your body. 

  your fingers hadn’t ceased their movements either.

  “honey, i'm home” ukai teased in his “i'm-a-loving-husband-who-brings-home-the-bacon” voice. something you both found funny ever since you got engaged. 

  you made no sound, too afraid you voice would come out in a squeal.

  you heard his footsteps go into the living room, before his voice called out again, “baby?” 

  you decided to play around and not answer again, leaving him no choice but to find you himself. you continued rubbing your clit as you stared at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip to hold back an excited grin. as ukai’s steps got closer to the door, you found yourself indulging a finger into your core. then, one turned into two. and you found yourself having to hold back your moans, as he was so close to entering your room. 

  a mere second passed before keishin was strolling into your room, looking for his beloved fiancé. he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on you, two fingers plunged into your pussy, all whilst staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

  he exhaled through his teeth before saying, “princess, what’s this?”

  you tilted your head to the side, gazing at the man before you with half-lidded eyes.

  “what does it look like, daddy?” your fingers maintained their rapid pace.

  keishin was enthralled with the scene before him - not wanting to move an inch so he could continue watching you, while also wanting to pounce on you like a caged animal.

  he decided to just slowly creep over to you, long strides taunting you from your spot on the bed. he kneeled on the mattress, beginning to crawl closer and closer to you. your gazes were locked on each other, all while your fingers kept their assault on your core.

  “you look so pretty baby, touching yourself like that in our big ole’ bed.”

  you only bit your lip in response, eyes trailing back to the mirror in front of you. keishin followed your glance, now also looking at the reflection of you two. 

  he scoffed, “what a little slut you are, getting off to yourself in the mirror.”

  a shaky breath left your mouth at his words, before he turned to you again and propped himself up on his elbow.

  why isn't he doing anything?? you couldn't help but think.

  “go on, don't worry about me. I wanna see you keep playing with yourself, just like that.” it was like he read your thoughts.

  you became a little frustrated, you were hoping he was going to join in on your “play time”. even so, you persisted, trying to dig deep for an orgasm. you continued staring at the mirror, watching keishin watch you. it was fucking hot - but you needed more.

  “ ’shin...” you whined out, tilting your head to look at him.

  “what? is my princess having trouble?”

  you nodded your head.

  he clicked his tongue, “that’s too bad isn't it? my little girl started this herself, now she’s got to be the one to finish it.” he punctuated his words by leaning in closer and closer, his hot breath on your face felt too nice. 

  you understood what you had to do, cum for him once and then he’d finally join you for a second time, but you were so damn touch starved. it’s one thing to be alone and touch starved, it’s another to be with the person you want to touch you, just for them not to. 

  you bit down on your lip as you pounded into yourself harder and faster, fingers reaching deep to hit your sweet spot. you tried and tried, but to no avail. your breathing was rigid now, frustration marked on your forehead, all while keishin sat and watched you like a sly motherfucker.

  he hadn’t even taken an inch of clothes off, and he wasn't even palming himself through his sweats.

  tears of frustration dribbled down your cheeks, there was no warmth in your stomach, no clench to your core, just the cum that dripped down your folds - and that was only from the mindless finger-fucking you were doing. 

  “poor baby, are your fingers not enough? can they not satisfy you the way my cock can?” keishin’s voice was low and his breath caused goosebumps to rise on your neck and cheek. you leaned into his warm touch as he wiped the tears off your face.

  “p-please.” you begged.

  “please what? use your words, princess.”

  “please- please help me cum.”

  keishin laughed in your face, making your cheeks glow a bright red. 

  “so fucking pathetic, can't even cum with your own fingers. what happened to that tough girl act you had on before, huh? when I caught you playing with your pussy to your reflection in the mirror.”

  he leaned in closer, lips barely grazing your ear.

  “-where did that little slut go? you’re so desperate now, it’s not even funny.”

  a wave of pleasure took over your body, and you finally understood that he was helping you cum, he just didn’t even have to touch you.

  “daddy- please...” you begged for more.

  “there’s my slut, there she fucking is. i bet you were just waiting for me to come home earlier; you were waiting for your daddy with your cunt wrapped around your little fingers, legs spread - practically begging to be caught.”

  you let out a loud moan, core clenching around your fingers as you felt your orgasm approaching. keishin tugged at the fabric of your shirt, before pulling it up to reveal your breasts.

  he scoffed, “even wearing my shirt, huh? bet you couldn't wait to stain it with your cum. you dirty little girl, i’ll make you clean up every last drop of yourself with your tongue” 

  you were already so close, but keishin’s words and the way he pinched your erect nipple with his thumb and middle finger - really pushed you to the edge. 

  “cum, cum for me you fucking whore.”

  with one final drawn out moan, you came around your fingers and all over the bed. keishin didn’t even let you calm down from your high, he was already in-between your legs getting ready to lick up your slick.

  you tried to push his head away - your body was still so sensitive from the orgasm, but you knew that the night wouldn’t end without ukai overstimulating you, as he always does. you both knew each other’s boundaries, and this was definitely acceptable - but it was still part of the act for you to resist. 

  “keishin, please. i'm too sensitive.”

  he ignored your words, pinning your wrists up above your head to get your hands out of his way. you complied, but still writhed in his grasp. ukai brought his head down to meet your pussy, shoving his nose harshly into your sensitive clit, before plunging his tongue deep in your walls. 

  you screamed at the rough contact, your ass threatened to lift up from the bed - but keishin put a firm arm down on your body to ensure that you were going nowhere. 

  he continued licking out your insides, moaning into your clit. one hand was holding your stomach down and the other was roaming your left breast, fondling the perked nipple in-between his fingers. 

  you couldn’t help the bodily convulsions you were having, you had already felt so close and he was just starting. you glanced up to watch your reflection in the mirror, smirking back at yourself after remembering how only 15 minutes ago you were imagining this scenario unfolding. 

  ukai began licking you with more fervor, his tongue moving up to toy with your clit, whilst two fingers plunged into your hole all at once, making up for any contact lost. 

  you groaned, arching your back so that your pussy was pressed against his face. ukai moaned into your core, licks becoming a sloppy mess. 

  “you taste so fucking lovely, feels like i haven’t ravaged you in way too fucking long.” ukai groaned his words into your sex, causing all sorts of vibrations to be let loose. 

  you were close, so close, your moans were becoming more rapid and you couldn’t hold back your hands from tugging into keishin’s hair. he didn't seem to mind it either. 

   you were pushed over the edge at the feeling of keishin’s lips sucking at your clit, the sensation being way too much for your over-stimulated pussy to handle. it also didn't help that his lidded gaze locked with yours in the exact moment that his lips wrapped around your little bud. you ground against his face as your cum made its new home all over his chin and all over the bed. 

  the two of you breathed heavily for a few seconds, staring into eachother’s eyes for what felt like forever. 

  “you’re so fucking good.” you spoke first, words coming out choked and breathless.

  he chucked, “yeah, it helps that you taste fucking delicious.” 

  you giggled at his words, making it sound like you were a fucking plate of dumplings or something-

  “did you see the dinner? I made dinner!” you sat up excitedly, suddenly remembering the meal that you made.

  “baby, i think i’ve had my dinner.” ukai smirked up at you. 

  you weren't taking any sexy jokes, not after you remembered your yummy dinner.

  “nope, get up. i did not slave over a stove for nothing.” you bounced off the bed, still naked.

  keishin rolled his eyes at you, “we coulda just ordered in ya know?”

  “hush.” you playfully hit him on the shoulder, before putting his shirt back over your torso and leading him into the kitchen.

  after padding into the kitchen, keishin spoke up.

  “you know, I meant what said. about you getting cum on my shirt, and licking it clean.” there was a playful smile on his lips as he crossed his arms and faced you.

  “I didn't even get cum on your shirt, asswipe.” 

  “not yet, but I'm nowhere near through with you tonight, princess.” 

kuroo testurou

  the red blinking numbers on your alarm clock glowed directly in front of your face, mocking you. 3:32A.M. it told you. you had been tossing and turning for the past 3 hours, how did this happen?

  next to you, your husband kuroo was comfortably snoring, his breathing a steady rhythm. normally, the noise itself would lull you to sleep, but tonight your body was wide awake, antsy about something. you had already gone to the kitchen for a glass of milk an hour ago, a trick your mother taught you as a child. irritated, you glanced at the empty glass next to your bed, clearly it didn’t work anymore. it only made you have to pee, twice.

  you gently flipped onto your back, careful not to wake your soundly sleeping husband, god knew he had to wake up at 6am for work.

  you laid there, flat on your back as you stared up at the ceiling; wide eyed and fully awake. you wondered what other remedies you could do to force sleep on yourself. you could chew some melatonin - but you were sure you’d never bought melatonin in your life, you never had a reason to. you drew in a long breath, letting it out in a sigh. meditation? counting sheep? hot tea? – no, you didn’t want any more trips to the bathroom keeping you up. 

  then a brilliant thought crossed your pretty little mind; masturbation. you almost snorted out loud at the sheer sincerity of it. shifting around a little bit, you rested your hand over your lower stomach - almost teasing the idea of it. your fingers crept lower, now fingering the hem of your cotton shorts. then proceeded to slip your fingers past both the shorts and your underwear. you quickly peered over at your sleeping husband, a wild nest of black hair spread across his pillow. you smiled in admiration, he’s always slept like a rock, usually an arm anchored around you - preventing you from getting out of bed. that same arm was now stuffed under his pillow, you had learned the ways of escaping kuroo’s giant arms long ago. 

  you paid mind back to your situation at hand, continuing the creeping of your hand further down your skin. you sighed at the feeling of your fingers grazing over your slit, instinctively spreading your legs slightly for better access. you began rubbing at your now exposed clit; slow circular motions. you bit your lip at the newfound warmth bubbling in your stomach, a feeling you’ve always enjoyed.

  your husband stirred slightly in his sleep, head now facing yours. you froze slightly, but let out a sigh of relief when his snoring continued. his jet black hair covered his face, only allowing you to see his lips; which were parted as he snored. you almost thought he looked cute, so tempted to run your fingers through his hair. you decided against it, not wanting to wake the poor man up.

  your sex started growing quite wet - quicker than you thought it would. maybe it was the idea that what you were doing...so close to your sleeping husband-

  -was so dirty.

  you bit down on your bottom lip and quickened the pace of your motions, rubbing your little clit with more pressure from your fingertips. 

  still, you wished it was your husband’s tongue instead of your fingers. lapping up your slick and prodding at your sweet spot. you moaned softly, quickly biting your lip again to suppress the sound. fortunately, your husband stayed asleep.

  you started pumping your middle finger into your cunt, needing more friction to finish you off. the action caused you to moan louder, although you really tried to hold them back. and if it weren't your moans that woke your husband up - it was the arching of your back and bucking of your hips, causing the mattress to dip in your spot.

  you didn't notice him though, you didn't notice his eyelids fluttering open behind the shaggy head of hair he had, covering his eyes. he laid like that for a good minute, watching you writhe under your own hand, beginning to grab your bare breast from under your shirt. sleep still clouded his head - making his thoughts a bit foggy, but he was becoming more aware of your upcoming climax by the second. you were so far gone you didn't even realize his snoring coming to a halt, your mind was filled with the most lewd fantasies of kuroo pleasuring you in your bed. 

  when you felt yourself coming close to a climax, a large hand paused your movements by grabbing your wrist. you let out a small yelp, out of pure surprise and terror. you looked over at your husbands form, he was propping himself up on his elbow and jerking his head back a bit to get a better look of you, a smug smirk growing on his lips. his messy hair only covered his left eye now, and you could see the dark hues of his right eye practically glistening, looking down at you with a dark intensity. 

  “test-”

  “i hope i'm not interrupting you, my sneaky girl.” his voice was sleepy and one whole octave lower than it was during the day. 

  “no, you're not...um. i had trouble sleeping baby.”

  he gave you a knowing look and pulled back the blanket that covered his torso, exposing to you his flexed abs. 

  “and you couldn't ask me for help?” he began creeping over to your frozen body, still halfway under the covers.

  “you were sleeping, dummy.” you squinted at him.

  “name calling? well baby, two can play at that game.” he got fully on top of you, then proceeded to sink himself back under the covers, until only his head was poking out. 

  “let me help my chibi-chan out, yeah?” he drawled out the name slowly, knowing just the kind of reaction you'd have.

  “testu, you have work in 3 hours, i-”

  kuroo rolled his eyes at you, before fully submerging his head below the blanket. your hand was still in your pants, it had seized its movement, but it still remained there almost frozen. kuroo pulled the inconvenient hand out of his way, tugging down your cotton shorts immediately after. you felt unsure what he’d do next, considering you couldn't see him.

  after your shorts were long gone, you didn’t feel anything for a few seconds. you perked your head up from its position on your pillow almost ready to call out your lover’s name. you were quickly stopped when you felt a long stroke from his tongue to your wet slit.

  you threw your head back, a long moan escaping your mouth. the ecstasy from the feeling of his tongue unexpectedly replacing your fingers was unimaginable. you writhed beneath his mouth, his arms instinctively going to wrap around your thighs, anchoring you down in your place. his tongue continued its assault with an immense amount of pressure; pushing the muscle deep into your hole, then bringing it out to run circles around your clit. you already felt your body closing in on its orgasm. you had gotten yourself pretty far earlier and your husband was only getting you further. kuroo felt your tightening core around his muscle, and he slowed down his tongue movements - ultimately trying to edge you.

  and you certainly felt on edge, that was for sure.

 your eyes widened at his suddenly slow pace, looking down at the lump of his body covered by the thick blanket. you knew he was getting warm down there, but this was kuroo for crying out loud; this man would go on for hours if he wanted to.

  you felt his grip around your thighs tighten as you bucked your pelvis into his face, demanding a little bit more friction. to your dismay, he gave you the absolute opposite of that; digging his nails lightly into your plush skin to almost warn you not to be impatient. you whined under his tongue, the feeling of slow circular motions was driving you crazy. you were about ready to suffocate his face with your pussy - underneath the already claustrophobic blankets.

  kuroo suddenly sped up his pace again, planning on bringing you close to another high. and maybe if he was feeling nice, he’d let you come this time. he added two fingers to pulse into your sopping wet cunt as he licked away at your clit and your folds - lewd noises escaping through the small holes between the blanket and the bed. he continued pumping you ‘til he felt your walls begin to clench again, squeezing his two fingers tightly together. he immediately pulled them out.

  you gasped at the loss of contact, this time you were really ready to rip the blanket off this man and yell straight in his face. but to your surprise, kuroo submerged himself from under the blanket to meet you face to face.

  “having fun, chibi-chan?” he smirked down at your pouting face.

  “i was.” you accentuated your words with a roll of your eyes.

  kuroo chucked, then grabbed your cheeks in his hand and squeezed them.

  “hey, who said you could give me an attitude, huh? you should be thankful that i’m pleasuring you at this hour.” his voice was deep and laced with lust. you know his actions would soon contradict his words, so you played along.

  “want some kind of award? oh, i’m so glad my husband edged me at 3am! when i could’ve came and went to sleep already! thank you truly-“

  kuroo’s eyes went dark; knowing this game all too well. his hands went from your cheeks to around your throat in a mere second.

  “watch your fucking mouth, brat, or you won’t be coming at all tonight.”

  you smirked up at him, knowing you got him where you wanted. kuroo pulled down his boxers from his position between your legs and began pumping his half-erect member. you simply sat back and watched him. after a moment, he lined himself up with your core, slightly adjusting his position to get closer to you.

“someone’s taking their sweet time.” you had to bite back a laugh at your own statement.

  “patience is virtue, chibi-chan. or did you forget that i could simply stop here and go back to sleep?” kuroo tested you.

  “whatever you say, sir.” you looked deep into his eyes, not an ounce of satire in your voice.

  kuroo licked his lips devishly, any hint of tiredness he had felt before was long gone now. he pushed his cock deep into your core, bottoming out all at once. your back arched instantly at the feeling of his cock already pressing against your cervix.

  “think you can take me, little one?” kuroo smirked down at your face, which was contoured in pleasure and slight discomfort from taking his cock all at once.

  “know i can. start moving grandpa, i’m not getting any younger here.” you teased his slow pace.

  he raised an eyebrow at you, “you asked for it.” and began shoving himself in and out of you at the speed of fucking light.

  you threw your head back in ecstasy, the feeling of his “larger-than-most” cock would never get old to you - no matter how long you two have been together. he almost always stretched you out to unimaginable points.

  “test-testu.” you whined out, tongue beginning to loll out of your mouth.

  “that’s mr. kuroo to you, little one.” the muscles of his biceps were starting to tense up as he continued fucking you senseless.

  you could barely whine out a response, his cock was already so close to pushing you past your breaking point. he made matters worse by bringing a hand down to play with your clit, only to retract that hand and slap your pussy with it, tauntingly. he knew exactly what kind of response he’d get from that, as you wail out from under him.

  “i’m so close...” you almost regretted saying that in fear that he’d just pull out and go to sleep. but you knew better that he already sensed you were close without you having to say anything.

  he smirked from his position on top of you, black hair falling in a mess over his face as he tilted his head down to look at you better.

  “so am i.” he groaned into your ear as he inched his body closer to yours, your erect nipples practically brushing against his bare chest through your thin shirt.

  your core tightened as your climaxed reached itself. you dug your nails into the bare skin on kuroo’s back for support, he barely even hissed in pain at the sensation. your hips bucked as your orgasm took over your whole body, legs shaking from the aftermath of the intense high. your husband fucked you through your orgasm relentlessly, seeking to find his own orgasm. he came shortly after you, deeply groaning into your ear - the noise had goosebumps rising all over your body.

  “always so fucking good, chibi-chan.” his eyes were half-lidded, as were yours.

  your chest heaved as you began to calm down from your high. kuroo pulled himself out of you and quickly retreated to the bathroom to get some towels to clean you guys up.

  but when he got back you were already half asleep, cuddled into his pillow, inhaling his fresh, yet musky scent. he smiled down at you, a towel still in hand.

  you mumbled to him, sleep nearly taking over you, “thank you, baby~”

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[thetravelingmaster]

Short Story: Was that it?

Hypnotist’s Point of View - Hypnosis

Subject: I really liked the trance we did the other night! You have a funky... quirky kind of style, but I like it!

Hypnotist : lol. Glad you enjoyed yourself! I certainly did.

Subject : I hope you did! But we didn’t do much did we? Just a first session. No real fun yet right?

Hypnotist : Are you so sure about that? ;)  

We had talked a lot before we decided to do a session. I already knew 2 things:

1- They were a marvelous subject and... 

2 - They tend to forget almost all of their sessions, even if told they would remember. 

Hypnotist : Just teasing ! I was true to my word, no worries. Besides, didn’t you record yourself?

Subject : Right. I was about to say that I did and call your bullshit! :)

Hypnotist : No worries! I definitely stayed true to my word!

Subject : Glad you did! Means we can do this again! 

Subject : Which reminds me... 

Subject : You told me about this trigger you added or something. What is it? I assume it’s something that will drop me

Hypnotist : That would certainly be the case. Eventually.

Subject : Eventually? What do you mean?

Hypnotist : hehehehe 

Hypnotist : I mean that it won’t put you under right away, but add onto itself.

Subject : Adding on? I don’t get it...

Hypnotist : Well... The first time I use it, the trigger will just make you feel a wave of blank euphoria without dropping you, but if I keep using it... Then you WILL drop.

Subject : I think I experienced something similar...

Hypnotist : Or it might drop you right off the bat! You ARE a pretty incredible subject so... Who knows!  ;)

Subject : lol! Thank you!

Hypnotist : My pleasure. 

Hypnotist : So? Interested in trying?

Subject : umm... Sure!

Hypnotist : Ok then! Here we go:

Hypnotist : * Trigger *

A few moments pass.

Subject : Thhats the trigger?

Hypnotist : How do you feel?

Subject : I feel ok... I dont think I am underr.

Hypnotist : * Trigger *

Hypnotist : Let yourself go... Enjoy the growing euphoria.

Hypnotist : Growing blank and euphoric.

Moments pass. No response. So maybe they ARE just an incredible subject. So I decided to make sure.

Hypnotist : Waking up more and more AWAKE!

Subject : arre you sureit worrked? I dont thhik it did anythng

I smile... Doesn’t do anything huh?

Hypnotist : * Trigger *

Subject : I donthink thatt it wo

Seems like they were cut off mid sentence...

Hypnotist : Not working huh? Seems like it is...

Hypnotist : * Trigger *

Hypnotist : Your thoughts are getting more and more sluggish and blank

A few moments pass...

Subject : II juuss

Hypnotist : You just want to go blank

Hypnotist : * Trigger *

Hypnotist : Letting you mind go blank

Hypnotist : Enjoying the blank euphoria

Hypnotist : Focusing on my words.

Hypnotist : * Trigger *

Hypnotist : Deeper and deeper

Hypnotist : Just letting your thoughts drift away with every wave of blank euphoria.

Hypnotist : Sinking deeper and deeper.. 

Hypnotist : * Trigger *

Hypnotist : Feeling each wave getting stronger and stronger. Sinking you deeper and deeper

Hypnotist : Letting my words sink into your mind

Hypnotist : Focusing only on my words

Subject : uorw ords

Hypnotist : * Trigger *

Hypnotist : Only my words Filling your mind... Making you relax more and more.

More deepening... But they were ready for me to show them how deep my words can affect them.

Hypnotist : Lift your arm high above your head. Focused on my words. Feel it stay there. Held up by the power of my words. Only letting it down once you wake up.

Hypnotist : Very good. You are doing so well. I am so proud of you.

Hypnotist : Now letting yourself wake up slowly. Awake and feeling wonderful.

Hypnotist : AWAKE

A few moments pass.

Subject : Ok I tthink u proved your point...

Hypnotist : Wonderful. Glad I could convince you that my trigger DOES work. ;)

Subject : That was pretty fun... What else do you think you can make me do? :)

Hypnotist : Well... Why don’t we find out?

Subject : I’d like that!

Hypnotist : hehehehehe

Hypnotist : Ok then... Let’s see how deep my trigger can reach. Ready?

Subject : Oh god... YES! 

Hypnotist : Excellent! See you on the other side then...

Hypnotist: * Trigger *

Subject: On the other side o wh

Interrupted again... Ah well!

#short story #Was that It?

[dameronology]

you have my number {bucky barnes x reader}

summary: bucky barnes' memory is a little selective, thanks to all the brainwashing - but one thing he'll never forget is his love for you, even if you're a complete & utter pain in the ass. his ass. (based on deja vu by olivia rodigro)

^even tho this fic refers to bucky as having a new gf, the reader is still g.n :)

this is spoiler free! enjoyyy

- jazz xx

Your relationship with Bucky Barnes had been nothing short of a train wreck.

And frankly, that was putting it nicely.

It had been a short & passionate affair; intense and sweet and filled with so much emotion in such high concentrations that you'd both almost drowned in it. For every euphoric moment, there had been one so low that you'd scraped your knees on the ground. Climbing a ladder to heaven whilst simultaneously digging your own graves had taken its toll on you both, and eventually, you had no choice but to go your separate ways. It had been for your own sanity, really.

So there he was, tucked away in a neat little box in your brain, labelled don't touch, ever. Even when you were completely wasted, surrounded by your friends and their respective lovers, you never dared to venture back down that particular memory lane. Forgetting all the bad parts and selectively remembering the good parts was easy enough to do, but you had the common sense to remember why you'd broken up in the first place. Because Bucky Barnes, despite being easy on the eyes and having a charming sense of humour, was a pain in your fucking ass. He managed to press every one of your buttons without even trying and his ability to bring out the best in you was completely and entirely wiped out by his tendency to bring out the worst. That wasn't even getting started on his emotional hold-ups; a can of worms neither of you had dared to open until it became the very reason for your demise.

Six months had passed, and you'd managed to expertly avoid him. You worked different missions and Sam Wilson, god bless his sweet soul, went the extra mile to ensure your paths never crossed in a professional sense. On a personal level, however? That was a little more difficult. New York City felt a lot smaller after your break up. You found yourself occasionally ducking under your hood when you saw him on the F-train, or rushing to cross the road when you saw him coming towards you on the street.

That was when you had the whole city to lose yourself in; streets and shops and little food carts to distract yourself with should you need to. Being confined to the same room for a work party was a different story entirely, and one you didn't want to read. Yet, thanks to some insistence from your boss and a little grovelling from your colleagues, you found yourself rocking up to the former Avengers tower on a Friday night.

"So you do exist outside of your work uniform?" Sam Wilson greeted you with a quirked eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah - nice to see you too, Wilson."

Despite your initial attempts to elbow him in the rips, he wrestled you off of him and pulled you into a tight hug. Sam was one of your favourite colleagues and oldest friends - he'd witnessed the rise and fall of your relationship with Bucky, and been there for you both during the break-up. That had been an exhausting few days, running between your respective apartments in an attempt to offer emotional support to you both.

"D'you want some champagne?" He asked.

"I'm good, but thank-"

You froze, eyes widening at the sight of James Barnes across the room. He looked quintessentially the same, bar for the fact his hair was a little longer and he had a fresh, pink scar under his left eye. Having ditched his usual attire for a black blazer, he looked good. Annoyingly so, in fact. It made you secretly grateful that you'd chosen to dress up a little more than usual too.

"- on second thoughts." You took the flute of champagne from Sam, also grabbing a shot of vodka from the same trey. It was gone in seconds.

"Need I ask?" Sam gave you a playful frown. His brown eyes followed your gaze over his shoulder, landing on the man you'd been staring at. "Ah. I need not."

"Sorry." You murmured. "We haven't actually spoken since, y'know."

"Since you had a break-up that made Ross and Rachel look good?"

"I don't think Bucky has ever seen Friends." You quipped.

"His loss." Sam shrugged. "You should talk to him."

"Nope." You snorted. "Absolutely not. I don't even know if he's moved on."

"Judging by the pretty blonde on his arm, I think he has," Sam replied. "Would you look at that! They're headed right for us."

That was a lot of information to process at once. You would have needed a week alone for your poor, tired brain to deal with the fact that Bucky had someone else on his arm, and a further three days to big yourself up enough to talk to him. Alas, that was not the case tonight. Instead, you had about five seconds between Sam finishing his sentence and your ex-boyfriend reaching you. It was just as well you found the energy within that timeframe to down your champagne.

You could see the woman on his arm clearer now. To give credit where credit was due, she stunning. She looked like the sort of girl who smelt of strawberries and Chanel, and grew her own vegetables on the fire escape. The kind of person you swore to be with every New Year that came, but quickly ditched after a week, returning to drinking coffee from the Starbucks under your apartment rather than going to the organic, vegan place a few blocks over. There was an ethereal glow about her and fuck. You were mad.

"Sam!" Bucky called out to his friend - for a minute, you thought he was ignoring you, before you realised he genuinely didn't recognise you. Your name rolled off his tongue with a tone of uncertainty, as though he was learning a new language and still learning how to pronounce things. "Wow. You look...different."

"So do you." You shot back. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Katie." He awkwardly smiled. "My...my girlfriend."

"It's nice to meet you." You forced an equally pained grin, taking her hand in a shake.

"How do you and Bucky know each other?" She asked.

"Work." Bucky quickly said. You thinned your eyes at him, almost in disbelief.

"So you're an Avenger like these two?" Katie asked, clearly not picking up on the tension. "That's so cool."

"Not in an official capacity." You replied. "But they'd be fucked without me."

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The night only got longer from there, really.

There wasn't enough champagne in the world to help the void in your soul. It was a gaping wound that Bucky Barnes had both filled and widened - and tonight, he was doing the latter. It sounded as though him and Katie were having a grand ol' time of it. From the parts of the conversation that you'd actually bothered to listen to, you'd gathered that she'd arrived in New York from London just over three months ago. That meant she had a fucking accent. Of course she did. It made everything she said a thousand times more interesting.

"We were in Paris, in this little cafe. What was it called, babe? Maison de vie?"

"Maison de l'amour, doll." Bucky corrected her. It had only sounded right when he was calling you that.

Your eyes shot up from your drink, immediately staring daggers at them both. The slimy bastard. You had been the one to show him that place. You'd been in Paris for a mission, and after realising it was your four-month anniversary, you'd taken him there for pancakes. It had been a slow morning, filled with hazy eyes and pink skies, and it had ended with him dropping the L-bomb for the first time. The photo you'd taken of Bucky, sat beside a pile of pancakes the same size of him and with whipped cream on his chin, had been your phone background until the day you broke up.

"I've been there." You didn't break away from his gaze, holding cold blue eyes in a trance that he found to be almost suffocating.

"Oh, nice!" Katie beamed. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah." You sniffed. "The company was shit, though."

"Oh, man." She replied. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's not your fault." You gave her a sweet smile - to Bucky, it was a look of venom. "So, tell me more about your trip to Paris."

He quickly cleared his throat. "We didn't do much. Just a weekend getaway-"

"- are you forgetting that we saw Billy Joel?" Katie cut him off with a laugh. "The Billy Joel!"

"Right." It looked as though his mouth had gone completely dry.

"He told me he loved me for the first time to Uptown Girl-"

"-excuse me for a moment." You shoved your glass in her hand, before backing away from your little huddle.

Your brain was focused on getting away and only on getting away. The room suddenly felt a thousand times hotter, and a thousand times smaller too, as though the walls were closing in on you. Maybe that wouldn't have been so bad if they'd just collapsed around you and swallowed you fucking whole. Anything to get away from this situation.

Making a beeline for the balcony doors, you elbowed them open and stepped outside. The cold air of the rooftop gardens was a welcome contrast to the stuffy indoors, biting, night air hitting your face like an icy hug. The sounds of the city rung below you - sirens and yells and tourists - and tangled into the faint sound of the music, all parts of a world that your brain was working overtime to block out.

You focused on the city instead, using the bright lights of the surrounding buildings to anchor you to reality. None of it really even made sense - you were over Bucky. Had been for a long time. It was just the thought of him doing all the things that he'd done with you, with someone else. It made you feel a little bad for Katie, too.

"I was going to tell you about Billy Joel."

You glanced over your shoulder, giving a derivative snort. "Piss off, Bucky."

"I'm serious." He ignored your demand, cautiously approaching you.

"I brought you those tickets!" You turned around to face him. "We were meant to go together. Billy Joel was our thing."

"We broke up!' He reminded you. "Like I said, I was going to tell you that we went together-"

"- I don't care." You cut him off. "I genuinely don't care."

"That was a lot of storming off for someone who doesn't care."

"Okay, maybe I care a little bit." You huffed, taking a seat on a bench. "It's not even that you're with someone else, it's that you're doing all the things we did. The nicknames, the pancake place, the concert."

"I..." Bucky took a seat beside you, pondering for a moment.

"And declaring your love for someone to Uptown Girl is fucking weird." You muttered.

"Do you have a better suggestion?"

"Vienna, obviously."

"You're such a pain in the ass." Bucky replied. "But for what it's worth, I wasn't thinking of Katie in that moment."

You glanced up at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"D'you remember that morning when we were in New Orleans?" He asked. "And we had a few hours to kill before our flight, so you started dancing around the hotel room to Uptown Girl?"

"I remember." You softly smiled.

"That was when I realised I loved you." He admitted. "I was replaying that in my head at the concert, and it just kinda came out, and Katie heard."

"Damn." You muttered. "Sucks to be her, huh?"

"I like Katie." He said. "Truth be told, doll, I'm still stuck in the past a little bit. With you, and with what we had."

"We fucking hated each other by the end, Buck."

"I know, but I mean all the stuff before that." He explained. "You were the first person who saw me for who I am and not what I've done. The first person that actually made me feel loved and worthy."

"I do try."

He lightly elbowed you "I'm serious. I think I'm just projecting my longing for what we had onto my current relationship."

"You're being painfully honest tonight." You observed. "It's fucking weird."

"Who taught me to be painfully honest?"

"Right." You rolled your eyes. "So this is how Frankenstein felt when he created his monster."

"You're the worst," Bucky muttered. "I genuinely am sorry, though. I shouldn't be recycling our memories. I should make new ones.'

Dusting off your trousers, you stood up. "You're right."

"Thank you, though."

"For what?"

"For finding me first," He replied, "and for teaching me what love is."

"Well, if you ever need to be reminded? You have my number."

#why am i low key in love with katie? #i want a tall woman who smells of strawberries :( #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x gn!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers fluff #avengers angst #avengers imagines #avengers imagine #marvel imagines #marvel imagine

[harveywritings92]

BNHA Vampire soulmate au: they feed off you for the first time.

They explain to you how blood tastes to them and enjoy a meal... 

Tw: Blood drinking, heavy petting

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Hawks: It's been a year you and Keigo seem to be together, you've been talking about moving in together anywho, You got a paper cut and Keigo who was crashing at your placed smelled it from your living room, he nearly gave you a heart attack when you turned around to see him standing behind you, his gold eyes had red tinge as he eyed your finger like a like man who hasn't eaten in a week. "Ey, there I thought you've already had enough to drink today?" you were referring to the black and red sports bottle he'd brought with him. "I did, It's just- You have no Idea how hard I've been holding back, your blood it does something to me..." Keigo husked eyes locked on the crimson nectar dripping down your hand he was salivating and swallowed hard. "My blood...does it smell good?" you asked timidly.

The blond snapped out of his trance. "Petal, you smell like ripe strawberries and chocolate to me..." Keigo has already told you how smoker's blood smells and taste to him, well you now you were curious about non-smokers, and asked if blood type also has an effect on the blood's flavor? the winged vamp was happy to answer! 

Smokers: Charcoal/moldy bread.

Drunks: depends on how drunk they are, it's somewhere between hard soda and hard wine or liquor.

Drug users: no idea, he says they smell like rotten eggs, and he's seen how loopy other vamps act after feeding on them and stays clear of them.

Sick/injured: He stays away from sick people but they smell like a cross between a hospital or a funeral home.

Virgins: sweet/tart like fruit-punch.

regular folks: like Sangria the fruitiness is still there but it's mixed with bitter wine . 

"Blood types don't really change up the flavors, but I've noticed type As have a spice to them, Bs start off sour, and type Os are pretty mellow." You hummed very intrigued at what you were hearing then, noticed Keigo was still eyeing your finger, like a starved animal, you looked down at the cut then back Keigo and noticed his wings were tense and he was clenching his jaw, after some thought you sighed you held your hand out to him. "Go head before your jaw breaks" His wings bristled. "I'm not some desperate leech y'know." he huffed you shrugged and went to went to put a band-aid on, but Keigo stopped you.

"Let's not be hasty here..."  He stammered out at you cocked a brow at him. "Yer really giving me mixed signals here." you huffed did he want your blood or not? " Um... Are you sure about this?" he said blush adoring his cheeks. "I'm just letting you suck my finger...Why are you acting like I just asked you to pop my cherry?" Keigo's face was as red as a cherry as you said this. "Because you essenually are..." He explained the big difference between mates and prey, on instinct he wouldn't give a crap about some rando he picked up off the street or whatever mystery pack the commission gives him, but you... 

You're his soulmate, his fated one... and right now your pretty much telling him to make you his! He's not gonna stop at your finger, once he's had a taste he's going for your neck! And once he bites you that's it, you have his mark forever, You paused absorbing what the blond male just told you...Well, he hardly leaves you alone already might as well go all in? "Do it." Hawks's eyes were red now. "Come" he hissed sitting across from you and gesturing to sit in his lap.

You complied and watched Keigo warily as he brought your finger to his mouth, immediately you felt a shock go through you the second Keigo's tongue started lapping at the cut, he moaned tasting your blood for the first time. He was right you tasted every bit as sweet as he thought you would...*more...more...* his monster groaned euphorically he felt the cut on your finger close from his saliva's healing properties.

Keigo's eyes drifted towards your neck, You gasp feeling his grip on your hand tighten before his free hand found it's way behind your head, you tensed seeing Keigo's fangs elongate but before he could pierce your neck he smelled your distress.

His rough hold on you suddenly slacked and his hands lowered to your hips his thumbs gently rubbed you sides as he left little kisses and nip along your jaw before you calmed down enough to trust Hawks wasn't gonna tear your throat out. "Just relax." he cooed kissing you neck a couple more times like a countdown. one...two... three! 

You tried not to scream as you felt his fangs pierce your neck, your fingers gripped his jacket as you felt yourself be drained... then like a switch had been slowly tuned the pain tuned into pleasure? moans started sneaking their out from your mouth which confused you, the blond vampire groaned in ecstasy at how rich your blood tasted with lust mixed in he buck his hips against you, after what seemed like hours Keigo's fangs finally retracted from your flesh and lap at the two holes he left on your neck, they sealed as you whimpered weakly Keigo just shushed and you. "It's alright kid, you did good" he cooed kissing your head as you started drifting out of consciousness.   

When you woke up your head was pounding like a bad hangover Keigo was cradling you in his lap looking relieved and sheepish, he explained he went a little overboard with his drinking and venom dosing and you got drunk on him and passed out! you must've looked panicked cos Keigo assured you were completely fine, the venom isn't lethal... (To you anyways, one of the benefits of being a vampire's soulmate.) Though you might be a bit feverish and cranky for the next couple days.  

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Dabi: You were on your period so yes Dabi's self restraint was breaking! you had no fucking idea what you blood was doing to him you smelled like a 5 star meal and all he could do was sit and drown in his own drool and watch you, like a hawk as you moaned and groaned about  cramps and ruining your pajama shorts when you woke up this morning! a low growl escaped the faux raven haired vamp when he saw you toss out a bag with said aforementioned shorts, it took every nerve in him not to run after the garbage truck like a starved dog! before something you said snapped him out of his trance. "hn...What ya say?" he looked at you drinking his third pack of cow's blood.

"I asked if my blood smells good and what does it taste like?"

"I wouldn't know haven't tasted yours yet..."

"Well, what about anyone else's?" 

"Why are you suddenly interested?"

You huffed "Sorry for wanting to know you..." and were about to tell him to forget it, when the the undead cremator spoke up. "Mocha mixed wit' something spicy like cinnamon or rum" he muttered not looking at you. Of course you cocked a brow now intrigued, now that that was out of the bag he might as well tell ya the rest. 

Smokers: burnt rubber/earwax (eh, everyone was a kid once, had to know what that gunky crap in your ear tasted like.)

Drunks: Depends on how much they've drank, it could between hard water to straight up red wine.

Drug users: the one time he fed on one he thought they were just a pothead, but in turned out they had ate a few shrooms which made them kinda taste like... orange juice and black liquorice?... Honestly he can't give a straight answer, as he was too busy trippin out on another plain of existence to remember.  

Sick/injured: doesn't feed off the sick, but they smell like a hospital or a morgue.

Virgins: like apples and honey

Regular folks: they taste like Apple cider. 

Animal blood: kinda tastes like artificial cherry cough syrup, and he hates it!

"Then why do you drink it?" you gulped seeing his cerulean eyes flash red for a brief second as he locked eyes with you. "Why?...*growl* your standing in front of me smelling like a walking buffet and you have to gall ask me why I drinking this crap?!" he snapped crushing the blood pack in his hand as you started backing away, you were nervous that only fueled Dabi's sadistic side you learned early that he enjoyed agitating you via flashing his fangs, popping behind you out of seemingly nowhere, and faking you out.

I.E. making it seem like he was gonna bite you then blow air in your ears before walking away laughing at your reaction, something about putting you on edge and having your adrenaline pumping through your veins adds more "spice" to your scent, it happens so often that Dabi started noticing arousal was mixing in with your fear, you bet your ass he started mocking you for getting off on him scaring you. 

Of course right now you weren't sure if he was seriously mad, or making fun of you again? He was not making fun of you again he was seriously pissed off, The nerve of you walking around asking him about useless crap, and offering him nothing in return! Dabi had you backed against a wall face buried in your shoulder you felt him sniffing you and flinched you felt him nipping along your neck, and like all the other times he's riled you he smelled that that little speck of arousal through the fear. 

He let out a low chuckle causing you to to become fed up, you though he was screwing with you again! "Goddamm-.hm!" You were cut off by sharp yelp as Dabi's fang suddenly pierced your neck! oh god it hurt! you whimpered tried shoving Dabi off! he groaned pushing your back against the wall, suddenly your body felt weird... you moaned it was hot and and everything felt sensitive...

You barely registered Dabi lifting your legs up you instinctively wrapped them around his hips, he let out a low purr and his demeanor became less angry and forceful, his shoulders relaxed as his hands gently rubbed your legs, after what seemed like hours Dabi finally pulled away from your neck lapping at the pin holes he left on, he checked on you only to find you passed out his eye had a rare tenderness to them as he eyed your flushed appearance. "Well aren't you high maintenance." he cooed his thumb caressing you chin before taking you to bed.   

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Bakugou: He didn't want say what you smelled like to him as it made him look soft, he finally cracks after more poking a prodding. "If I fucking do will you shut up and let me sleep?!" he hissed it was 8: 47 p.m. and he was tired which confused you, the sun was still out and you could hear kids playing in the streets outside. You heard a angry growl Katsuki's ears were pink. "S'mores...you smell like S'mores, happy?" he groaned when you started shaking him, no point in trying to sleep now that he's lit the fuse! He gave you the sum up of what blood tastes like to him.

Smokers: old news paper and figs.

Drug users: No clue stays clear of them, they smell like pickled eggs.

Drunks: Somewhere between hard water and flavored vodka.

Virgins: Why would you want to kno-... arhg! Coffee and vanilla!

Regular folks: Irish coffee and bitter mint.

Then you you started asking about blood types and what it was when he drank, Next thing you knew Katsuki let out this frustrated bellow! You yelped as he grabbed your wrists and pinned you under him. "You wanna know what it feels like?" you sheepishly mumbled a meek "yes" but the blonds red eyes narrowed. "Hah? say that again I couldn't hear ya?" he jeered trying to get you to use your voice, you repeated "Yes" again a bit more forceful as the ash blond unbuttoned the shirt he let you borrow exposing your neck to him. 

Katsuki frowned he could smell your reluctance, then grumbled in annoyance as he recalled Shitty-hair's advice ""Take it slow, be gentle..."" He took a deep breath and carefully buried his face in you neck, You flinched expecting him to clamp down, giving how much you annoyed him, but to your surprise; Katsuki instead opted to started leaving kisses along your jaw and collar bone.

You bit back a moan when he found you sweet spot and causing Katsuki to smirk if wasn't so hungry and tired right now, he might've taken this much farther, but the mouthwatering scent of your blood calling him was too much to pass up. "I'm gonna do it" he husked as you nodded and with that, Katsuki's fangs pierced your neck.

You gasped in pain felling them puncture your skin as Katsuki grasped your hand, the blond groaned in euphoria your blood tasted every bit as rich and sweet as he thought it would, he could smell your discomforted and on instinct inject a doses of his venom into your bloodstream in minutes your blood's flavor intensified with added lust, your tiny moans and whimpers were music to his hears, soon his instincts were warning him stop.

Katsuki's fangs retracted he lapped at the punctures he left on your neck, before pulling away to look at you and snorted you were a flushed out mess. "That sate your curiosity?" he huffed fixing your shirt you tried to say something but were too exhausted to say anything tangible, the ash blond chuckled and settled down next to you for the night.   

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#boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #bnha soulmate au #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami #Dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #bnha vampire au

[notkageyamasprincess]

glad you came | kageyama tobio x reader

request: big brother!kegeyama walking in on the reader touching themselves .. 😁

notes: a huge thank you to jodie (@keijidearest​ ) for being my beta, a hundred kisses fo you, muah muah <33

characters: nii-chan!kageyama tobio x reader

genre/warnings: smut, incest, slight voyeurism, mention of dacryphilia, mutual masturbation, corruption kink, slight degradation, breeding kink

words: 2.2k

summary: tobio-nii finally finds out that his adorable little sister feels the same way

As always, your parents weren’t at home—that much was expected. But today, even Tobio would be out until late. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when you walked into your empty husk of a house. It was so lonely ever since your older brother started spending more time on campus, and you had no choice but to comfort yourself the only way you knew how.

The bedroom door didn’t quite close all the way behind you, but you disregarded it, knowing nobody would be home to disrupt you anyways. You flopped onto the bed, and wiggled out of your bottoms, one hand creeping beneath your waistband while the other clutched your phone to browse raunchy sites. Although you took in the obscene videos, racy comics, and filthy erotica, your mind drifted to Tobio, wishing that he’d take the place of the men in all those scenarios, comforting you in person rather than leaving you alone at your time of need. Settling into your blankets, you began taking care of the ache in your core, back arching off the mattress as you slowly worked yourself up to your high. The room gradually filled up with the sounds of your heavy breathing, slick noises of your arousal, and the familiar creak of the bed as you shifted around.

Unbeknownst to you, Tobio was on the other side of the wall, quietly taking care of his own needs, stroking his length to match your rhythm. He seriously lucked out today; he didn’t think he would ever have the opportunity to catch you at a vulnerable moment like this, unsuspectingly letting out your sweet moans for him to hear. When practice got cancelled, he went straight home and took a nap, only to wake up to the sounds of your self-pleasuring. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on his precious little sister, really. Yet, how could he let this chance pass him by?

As he gripped his cock, your brother felt his balls tighten much quicker than usual. He wasn’t expecting his innocent sister to sound so...so lewd. His orgasm was coaxed on by how slutty you sounded as you moaned, how sopping wet he reckoned you were just through the noise of you fucking yourself. Before long, he felt himself shudder as he shot out his load. Never had he cum so early, the embarrassment enveloping him as he realized what had had him so worked up to begin with. Your soft whines remained in the background as Tobio slumped down and began cleaning himself off.

As his post-orgasmic bliss dissipated, a sense of guilt and disgust grew within him, as though he had violated you himself. He laid an arm over his eyes and exhaled deeply.

A few more seconds passed, and he shamefully emerged from his room, intending to wash up in the bathroom when something made him stop in his tracks.

“N-nii-chan…feels good!”

Erotic fantasies of your brother fuelled your lust while you touched yourself. Instead of your own hands, you imagined that it was his large palms caressing your breasts, and his long fingers stretching you out, loosening your entrance for his thick cock. Your gasps and whimpers grew louder as you gave in to the pleasure, but you didn’t care, chanting your brother’s name as you came.

Lost in a euphoric trance, your eyes remained squeezed shut, allowing him to slip into your room unnoticed.. The moment his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he was captivated by the sight of your limp form splayed out on the bed. His ravenous gaze traveled across the expanses of exposed skin, pausing briefly on the rise and fall of your chest and your spasming pussy. He swallowed before revealing his presence.

“____, was that…my name?”

Upon hearing his voice, your eyes snapped open, and you yelped. Panic welled up inside you as you sprang up and hastily covered yourself.

Thoughts of possible consequences raced through your mind. No more hair ruffles, no more head pats, no more words of praise. He’d no longer swing by your school to treat you to lunch when he was between classes. You could definitely say goodbye to him picking you up from the bus stop after dark.

“Tobio-nii! I- how long have you been standing there?”

Now you’d gone and done it. He must be repulsed by you. No one should have been in the house, nobody should have been there to catch you, so how was this happening?

“Not important. I’d rather talk about how you were just masturbating while thinking about me.”

Blood rushed to his dick as the scene he walked in on replayed in his head, and your cute noises echoed in his mind. His shock quickly shifted into frustration: frustration that he had to conceal his possessiveness when you gave your attention to another boy, frustration that he had to control his urges when you pranced around the house in your ratty drawstring shorts, or that he had to avert his eyes when your nipples poked out from your thin sleepshirt.

Frustration that he had to live through hell hiding his feelings for you when his dear sister was exactly the same way.

“You mean to tell me,” he started, taking calculated steps towards you, “That this entire time we could have been taking care of each other? The fuck did I jerk off in the shower for?”

Huh? You were stunned and relieved, but there was no time for you to hold back your tears. Unable to process what he said, you peered up at him with watery eyes.

Thinking that he frightened you by raising his voice, his eyes widened in alarm. He gathered you into his arms and stroked the back of your head. “Whoa, hey, hey, don’t cry, angel. I didn’t mean to get angry with you; I got too excited back there.”

“No, that’s not it. I-I thought you would hate me, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“I could never hate you, ____. You’re so precious to me that I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else putting their hands on you where mine should be.”

Pulling back, you looked into his eyes for confirmation. “Really? Because I always hated your girlfriends for stealing my place.”

“You’re so cute, but I promise you have nothing to worry about at all. I didn’t want them like I wanted you.” You felt him guide your hands to his groin, where his dick was nearly popping out from his boxers. “Do you feel that? Feel how hard I am? You made me this way.”

Your heart swelled with pride knowing that he loved you more than he did any of those whores, and seeing him so worked up, all for you brought back the familiar tingle between your legs that only your Nii-chan knew how to soothe. Freeing him from his pants, you watched in wonder as his cock stood at attention, leaking precum from the tip. Tobio’s breathing grew heavier from your touch.

“____? Do you think you could do Nii-chan a favour?” His ears reddened in mortification.  Despite the fact that he had cum earlier, all he wanted to do was shove his cock into you and fuck you silly. “I got turned on when you were crying,” he groaned and covered his face. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t react that way, but you’re just so cute.”

On the contrary, you were really happy that he found you so endearing.. “Don’t be sorry, Tobio-nii,” you reassured, shaking your head. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

Tobio kneeled at the foot of your bed and gripped his length, grateful that you were willing to help him out. “Could you remove the blankets and show me your pretty body?”

The idea of baring yourself to him made you flustered. But if it was your brother, asking you so politely for help, you wouldn’t mind displaying your most vulnerable parts. Glancing at his hopeful expression, you peeled back the covers.

“So good, baby. Now open your legs and touch yourself for me.”

Again, you bashfully complied, spreading yourself and angling your hips to give him a better view. The way he watched you made you searing hot; he gazed at you with lust blown pupils, eyeing you like a starved wolf as he fisted his cock.

You were fixated on his dick, curiously observing the rosy colour of the tip, the slender shaft, the slight curvature upwards, and the vein running down the middle. It was the first time you’d seen one. Heat pooled in your centre when you thought about taking him in your mouth.

“Nii-chan? Can I try sucking you off?”

“What?” he panted. “You don’t—ah, fuck—have to. I can’t make you do that.”

Leaning forward on your hands, you stared at him in earnest. “I want to.”

His face scrunched up as he weighed his options, but a quick glance at your glossy plump lips was all he needed to succumb.

After he agreed, you held him gently, noting how your hand barely wrapped around the girth of it, and how it felt so much thicker and heavier than it looked.Experimentally, you eagerly licked the sides, lapping at the precum that dribbled down his length, then you wrapped your lips around him. Paying close attention to his instructions, you gingerly massaged his balls and inched him further down your throat. “Yes, yes just like that. Now swallow.”

He tugged at your hair, pushing himself deeper, alternating between looking down at you, and closing his eyes in ecstasy. Your jaw was sore, and your throat was starting to burn, but you couldn’t help but moan at the disheveled state he was reduced to. Your cunt clenched around nothing, pulsating with desire.

Tobio’s eyebrows knitted together, loving the sight of you gagging on his dick. He’d always dreamed of defiling you like this; he felt so dirty, but so good.

“Shit, you’re making your Tobio-nii feel so amazing. I’m gonna cum soon.”

You desperately longed for him to cum on your tongue, but even more than that, you wanted him to alleviate your aching core, so you reluctantly pulled your lips off of him. “Mm, wait! Not yet.” You spread your lower lips apart, looking at him with need. “Please. In here.”

Tobio regarded your fucked out expression and your dripping hole, deciding to satisfy you against his better judgement. His cute sister was begging so sweetly for him, so how could he deny your request? Besides, he wanted it just as badly.

“Yeah? You’re gonna give your virginity to Nii-chan? Gonna let your big brother fuck his seed deep into your slutty pussy?”

His filthy words caused you to shiver, yet, he was soothing and gentle as he slipped his cock inside, pushing the head in little by little, pausing until you were ready for more. He moved only the tip back and forth, parting your opening, coating his dick with your juices.

The stretch hurt a little as he inched in deeper, but there was no one other than your beloved Nii-chan you’d rather lose your virginity to. You knew he respected you enough that you could even call it off there, and he would stop without any questions. There was no doubt that he would treat you better than anyone else you could’ve had your first time with.

When you finally nodded to him, he eased in the rest of his length, and he sucked in a breath when your cunt squelched, accepting him in hungrily. He waited a few more seconds before thrusting slowly. Once you gave him the okay, he increased the pace steadily until he was slamming his cock in and out.

His cock reached places inside you that you were never able to reach with your fingers, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. You felt so full, so complete.

Tobio nearly spilled into you when he directed his gaze to the spot where the two of you were connected. Your cunt squeezed him like it didn’t want him to pull out and painted him in a creamy white substance. He was addicted to seeing you losing yourself on his dick as he split you open.

Pressing on the back of your thighs, he pushed you deeper into the mattress and shoved his length even deeper. Your brother enjoyed the feeling of corrupting you, wiping you clean of every man that came before him and ruining you for every man that would come after him. That is, if you would ever want another man after he’d had his way with you.

Feeling your pussy tighten, he slid a hand between your bodies and grinded the heel of his palm against your nub, forcing an orgasm out of you, and spurted his viscous cum inside. He pumped his cock a few more times before pulling out, admiring his handiwork when his cum leaked out from your convulsing hole. Rather than let it drip onto the sheets, he lifted your pelvis to place a pillow underneath, then collected his release with his fingers, only to push it deep inside you again. Contently, he plugged you back up with his cock, brushed some hair out of your face, and pecked you tenderly on the forehead.

You laid there, basking in each other’s warmth, filling the void in each other’s heart.

Tobio nosed the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply. “Mine.”

a/n: well, well, well... tobio-nii makes a comeback

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu dark content #kageyama smut #kageyama tobio smut #kageyama x reader #cw:incest #kageyama tobio x reader #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #jia writes

[hyetomi]

LETTERS TO TXT

Choi Yeonjun

Pairings: gn reader x yeonjun

Genre: best friends to lovers au, fluff

Summary: Choi Yeonjun and Y/N. Like two peas in a pod, they’ve been attached at the hip since they were 8. Now, at 17, it was obvious to anyone with common sense that they were so in love with each other. It was about time one of them confessed. Who would do it first, before any of them slips up?

Notes: the first fic of the letters to txt series !! im quite disappointed with the way this turned out but i worked hard on it and scrapped it so many times already 😭 i didnt know how to end the story so it's an open-ending !! feel free to imagine what yeonjun does! if you want a part 2, do let me know!

Yeonjun stood in front of his locker, bewildered. He held up the envelope in front of him and examined it. Maybe… it was a mistake? Surely, this didn’t belong to him. The envelope was blank, with no information about the sender, nor the recipient. It made him wonder, what if the envelope was mistakenly slipped into his locker? 

His curiosity, however, got the best of him. He took the envelope, slammed his locker shut, and walked over to an empty classroom next to his locker. He slowly opened the envelope, making sure not to damage it so he could seal it back, in case it did not belong to him. He was surprised to see a letter folded in it and raised an eyebrow at the very beautiful decorations of the paper. He unfolded the letter, only for his jaw to drop and eyes go wide as saucers. The handwriting was so familiar and he definitely knew who it belonged to. Only one person in his mind could write as uniquely as the writer of this letter.

Dear Yeonjun,

(so it did belong to him!)

I’m guessing by now, you’ve figured out who wrote this. Your partner in crime, your soulmate, your only hope to pass Biology, and your best friend. We’ve known each other since 2nd grade and I’ve seen every single phase you’ve gone through and you’ve seen mine. Remember how we met? You accidentally killed my pet ladybug 一 Spots, I think 一 and then cried about it for the whole day because you felt so bad. It was traumatizing for me as a child. I had to comfort the boy who killed my pet. Looking back at it, though, it’s a really funny story. A story worth telling my grandchildren!

(Yes, Yeonjun does remember. It was very embarrassing. He doesn’t think he’s a pretty crier.)

Before you overthink or worry, I’m not going anywhere. I promised you that I’d stay by your side until the end of time and I vowed to myself that I will keep that promise. Anyways, before we get too sappy, I’ll get to the point of this letter.

I like you. 

Yeonjun dropped the letter in shock. What? He scrambled to pick up the letter after regaining his composure. He felt excited and ran his hand through his blue hair, pulling the ends of each strand, making sure that he was not dreaming. He then scanned the line over and over again. I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you. Those 3 words were swarming in his mind. He felt giddy at the fact that you like him back. You! Like! Him! Back! He snapped out of his trance at the sound of the whistleblowing from the field outside the classroom. Realizing what he was doing previously, he immediately skimmed through the letter to find the part where he left off.

Heck, I’m pretty sure like turned into love at some point. I realized my feelings when you were stressed over your dance competition and called me because you were so upset. Why didn’t you call Soobin? Or Beomgyu? When I voiced to you my thoughts, you answered: ‘Because no one can make me as euphoric as you do. You make my unhappy thoughts go away.’ I swear, I could’ve melted on the spot. My heart has never pumped blood that fast, not even Shin’s P.E. class can beat it. Then, you took my hands and we danced together under the dim lights of the dance room. It was 1 in the morning on a school day, but we didn’t have a care in the world. I remember how we laughed so much that night morning. I think I’ve never laughed as much as I did back then.

(He remembers it too. It’s Yeonjun’s favorite memory with you. He remembers your pretty laugh and your pretty eyes and how you held his hands and how he stared at you longingly while you danced. He remembers feeling as if he couldn’t breathe, butterflies swarming his stomach. He remembers how he wanted to say the words ‘I love you’ so bad, but stopped himself. He remembers how he couldn’t get the image of you under the lights of the dance studio no matter how hard he tried.)

I really don’t want to inflate your ego too much, but honestly, you are the best thing that has happened to me. Like mutualism symbiosis, we help each other a lot. As cliche as it is, you make me so happy. The way your eyes would light up whenever I brought you food after your dance practice, or how the first thing you do when you pick me up after class is to hug me… these things never fail to cheer me up. Your smile has always been a cute characteristic of yours and as much as I hate saying this, I love our height difference as it helped you ruffle my hair easily. You’d always put your chin on my head to piss me off, but lately, it’s doing the opposite of that. Ha, loser. You can never beat me.

(Yeonjun rolls his eyes as he lets out a small laugh. Of course, you’d insult him after complimenting him.)

I’m not going to write too much because I feel like this has gone way much longer than I’ve expected. You might be asking: ‘Why didn’t I confess earlier?’ Well, Choi, I don’t know how you’ll react to this. I could’ve always swallowed my embarrassment and confessed to your face days, weeks, or months ago. But I wasn’t always the bravest out of the both of us, was I? I don’t know whether you like me back, or if we’ll still be friends after this, or if I made things awkward between us. However, I’ll take the chances. (If you do reject me, however, please do it nicely.)

Anyways, you’ll know where to find me 一 that is, if you want to. Before you do anything, however, know that I regret nothing. I definitely do not regret writing this (even if I just added onto your cockiness.) 

Love,

Y/N

P.S. Your charger and Literature textbook are with me so you have no choice but to find me.

Yeonjun glanced at the ceiling in bliss after he finished reading your letter. He glanced at the clock. 4 in the afternoon. At this time, you’d usually just finished practicing in the music room. He has to catch you before you leave. Don’t get him wrong, he loves you, but he is NOT walking to your house after a long day of PE class. 

“Better get going,” he mumbled, making sure he tucks in the chair he was previously sitting on. 

He skipped to the music room, eager to find you. (Not before tripping over his own feet and nearly crashing into Soobin 一 seriously, what was he still doing in school?)

#txt imagines #txt #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together au #txt au #yeonjun au #yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun au #choi yeonjun imagines #letters to txt

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES PT.2

---NOT MY PIC--- PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Angst?? Idk lol

Word count:2145

COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THE STORY AND WANT ME TO CONTINUE! SHOULD I START WRITING FROM PETER OR Y/N’S POV?

[A/N]Heyyy! Soooo this is part of this series (I’ll link part one). Hope you guys enjoy it! PLEASE COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOU WANT YOU CAN SEND ME MESSAGES AND ASK QUESTIONS I'LL ANSWER LOL. Anyway, I had fun writing this chapter so I hope you like it! -J.T.S xxx

PART ONE

During physics class, Peter was working on an upcoming project with Ned, but he spent most of his time sleeping. He was basically sleep deprived from patrolling the town and stopping crimes.

“Late night huh Pete?” Ned asked, nudging Peter's arm that was supporting his head in the palms of his hands as his eyes got heavy, starting to close. 

“Yeah, had to stop some petty theft last night,” he began, a yawn interrupting him, “took longer than I thought.” 

The bell rang, dismissing the students to their after-school activities, if you had none you would just go home. Peter and Ned gathered their things and headed to the school’s front doors- MJ catching up with them how she usually did. 

“Man, you look terrible,” MJ said with a slight chuckle. 

“Wow, thanks. You're such a great friend.” Peter retorted sarcastically. Ned wasn’t riding the bus home today, he had to go with his mom for something he refused to share with anyone but Peter; so Peter just decided to ask MJ to walk home with her. 

“Sorry Parker, Y/N is picking me up today. You’re welcome to ride with us if you want though.” 

Peter didn’t respond for a while, debating if it was worth the anxiety attack of being around her. Y/N was the only thing that was on his mind now. His attraction grew even more when she wore those glasses. He zoned out for a while till MJ snapped her fingers in front of his face. Blinking rapidly, his vision focused on MJ who was now reaching out to grab the handle of a car door. Y/N’s car. His breath hitched in his throat once he saw Y/N wearing those same glasses from last Friday, her hair in the messiest high-ponytail he had ever seen- but it was cute to him.

“Ya coming lover-boy?” Y/N said, looking Peter right in his wide brown eyes. He blushed at the nickname before answering. 

“Yeah… I’m coming.”

The three teens got into the car and started on their way. “Hey losers, wanna go shopping?” 

“Y/N you only wanna go to the mall to eat,” MJ said to Y/N who was now laughing loudly, throwing her head back in agreement with her. Suddenly, in the middle of her laugh, she let out a loud snort. The car went silent as Y/N covered her mouth with her hand. MJ and Y/N burst into laughter, Peter soon joining. They all joked and sang to the songs that played on the radio all the way to the mall. 

///

“Dude!” 

“Jeez Y/N, you scared me! What is it?” MJ said to her, clutching her chest from being startled. They all had gone to the food court and were now just walking around the mall and into random stores. 

“There's a Build-A-Bear Workshop here!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing at it like a child. Peter couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked freaking out over a child’s store. 

“Let's go in,” Peter said to the two of them. Y/N looked at him wide-eyed with a goofy smile on her face. Her eyes looked like they twinkled with excitement. She shoved her drink into MJ’s hand, fixed her glasses, then grabbed Peter’s hand while running into the store. 

“Oooohh, I should get an H.P-themed bear!” Before Peter could even answer, Y/N dragged him to one of the workers, asking if she could get a custom bear. They went over to the station and started to build. 

As Y/N was finishing up the bear, she turned to Peter, “Ok, I have a very serious question. What accessories should I get?” they were standing in the Harry Potter section, looking over all of the things they had to decorate the bear. Peter shrugged, but then, he had a great idea, “I-I think you should get the uh, the glasses. The ones like your dads…” he said in an unsure tone. Y/N looked at him with a soft smile on her face. She couldn’t help herself, she had no idea what came over her as she pulled Peter into a tight embrace. Peter hesitated before putting his arms around her waist- her arms draped over his neck. 

At that moment, Y/N inhaled Peters sent heavily. She felt so… safe in his arms. Like nothing bad could touch her. She never wanted to break away- MJ’s voice brought them back to reality.

“You guys done, I need to get new converse,” she said with a smirk plastered across her face. Y/N quickly pulled away from Peter, a million thoughts running through her mind, but only one seemed to overpower the rest. 

I would be in his arms forever if I could.

“Ma’am, would you like to add a voice to your bear?” the lady said to Y/N, causing her thoughts to disappear. 

“Actually,” Y/N paused looking at Peter and MJ, “yes, I would.” She grabbed the recorder from the worker’s hand and sent her a small smile. She looked at the curly-headed girl and the brown-eyed boy was on either side of her. She explained her plan, “Ok, I want all three of us to say ‘Mischief Managed’, ok?” 

“What does that mean?” Peter questioned, looking at the two girls. They both sent him a deadly stare. “Nevermind,” he mumbled. 

“Ok, on three, one… two… three…” 

“Mischief Managed!” the trio yelled, causing some customers in the store to turn their heads and stare at them. They all mumbled small sorry’s as they laughed. 

///

“Ok, Peter what's one thing you hate?” MJ asked, turning to face him. They were all sitting in the car at a drive-in movie. Peter was now in the front seat while MJ was in the back. They all decided to just talk because the movie was pretty boring to them. 

“Uhh, I can't stand sleeping with socks on.”

“I don't think anyone can Parker,” Y/N said, laughing slightly. 

“Well what about you then?” he asked her, turning his full attention as he anticipated her answer. 

“Easy, liars. Ugh, I hate liars! What’s the point? It’s not like I’m gonna judge you,” Y/N answered confidently. “See, that’s what I like about you, Parker. You are very honest,” she said with a genuine smile. Peter just loved her smile, the way it lit up her whole face.

“Welp imma go get some pizza from the stand back there,” MJ said as she got out of the car. Y/N and Peter sat there in silence for a moment- comfortable silence. 

Y/N was the first to break the silence, as usual, “Hey, Pete. I just wanna thank you for the whole glasses thing last Friday. It really helped me realize that I should’ve worn the glasses the moment he gave them to me. It’s like I have a part of him with me now... And I love Harry Potter, obviously. Ya know, I took a quiz and found out what house I’m in! Can you believe that I’m in-“

“You’re welcome, Y/N” Peter interrupted her rambling, sending her a small smile. They stared into each other's eyes for a while, admiring one another. Peter got this warm feeling inside and had that same surge of energy he had when he first met her. Before even processing what he was about to do, he grabbed her hand without breaking eye contact. He fiddled with the ring she had on her thumb. 

Y/N breath became shallow as her heart pounded at her chest. 

“I’m in Slytherin,” she said randomly, looking down at how Peter’s hands played with hers. He let out a breathy chuckle. Their eyes met once again. 

Y/N gathered all of her courage and quickly reached out her hand to grab Peter’s cheek, pulling him into her. Their lips were centimeters apart. She ran her thumb along Peter’s bottom lip, slightly parting it as she leaned in closer, catching his lips with hers. Their lips interlocked and it felt like heaven to the both of them. 

They pulled apart from the soft kiss and slowly opened their eyes, starting again into each other's eyes searching for the words that weren’t said. Peter couldn’t contain himself anymore. His large hand grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, pushing his lips into hers in a lust-filled kiss. Just like the one he had imagined. 

This was the moment he had dreamt of and it was finally happening. 

He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, begging for an entrance. She gave it to him without hesitation. His tongue slowly slipped into her mouth while her tongue ran into his. 

Peter snaked his hands to her waist, lifting her from her seated position in the driver's seat. She complied and started to adjust to where she was sitting in his lap. His hands ran from her waist to her butt and gave it a tight squeeze.

Y/N let out a soft moan into Peter’s mouth. She slowly started to trail kisses down his neck as he massaged her thighs and ass. 

Y/N hands got tangled in Peter’s brown curls. She began to suck on Peter’s neck, wanting to leave a mark. Peter let out a low groan at the sensation of her soft lips and wet tongue on his skin. 

He lifted her head and connected their lips together once again. His veiny hand slipped between their body making its way down to her core. 

Peter never did stuff like this, and neither did Y/N. all of this was new to them but their connection was so strong that they were willing to push the limits.

As Peter’s hand reached Y/N core, he placed two fingers right on top of where her clothed clit was. He began to draw circles against it. Y/N started to rock her hips over his fingers, yearning for more friction. She started to let out moans uncontrollably, whimpering at the euphoric feeling of his fingers pressed against her dripping core. 

“Peter,” Y/N breathed out trying to catch her breath. Peter hummed in response while moving his lips down to kiss her neck. 

Suddenly, Peter snapped out of the trance that he seemed to be in. This moment was the best moment of his life, but his damned mind couldn’t help re-play Y/N’s words on a lope: I hate liars. Why? Before they went to the movies and were still at the mall, Y/N had asked Peter about his Stark’s internship. And, of course, he couldn’t tell her the truth. So he just lied. Y/N looked so intrigued in the conversation but Peter couldn’t bear lying to her over and over again. He felt so guilty...

“Y/N,” Peter let out. “Y/N, we can’t do this.”

Y/N head snapped up, her glasses left crooked on her face. She looked stunned by his words. Her shoulders slumped as she started asking questions.

“What? Why? Am I not a good kisser? I’ve only kissed one person before but I don’t even really wanna count that. Does my breath smell bad? Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea- wait no! I didn’t mean it like that, I just knew you didn’t like me how I liked you… I’m so stupid.”

After Y/N was finished rambling, she put her face in her hands, trying to avoid eye contact with the chocolate-eyed boy. 

Peter was speechless. He didn’t know what to say, because what he wanted to say was: no Y/N that’s not it at all. You are the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, I- I lied to you… 

No. he couldn’t say that it would absolutely crush her and he couldn’t bear to hurt her. Peter put his hands on her waist, making Y/N jerk her body in shock. She let a small smile spread across her face, thinking Peter was going to hug her or make a cute gesture or even continue what they had started. He lifted Y/N and slid her back to the driver’s side.

Her smile dropped from her face and she pushed herself the rest of the way to the driver’s side. Peter sat there awkwardly, praying she wouldn’t say anything. It killed him to see the gloomy look on her face as she fixed her glasses. 

“I’m back with pizza!” MJ announced as she made her way into the backseat. “Woah, hey, cuz what’s wrong?”

“We’re going home,” Y/N replied with a cold tone of voice. This shocked Peter and MJ. Y/N was usually so smiley, even after her dad passed. She always tried to find the light in every situation. But something was different with this. One thing Peter knew for sure,

I fucked up…

[A/N] HEY GUYSSSS SO I HOPE YOU LIKED PART TWO. SORRY, IT WAS UP A BIT LATE, IVE BEEN HAVING INTERNET PROBLEMS. ANYWAY, SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES (IM GONNA GO BACK AND FIX THOSE) 

-J.T.S XXX

@love-granger​

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[inadaydream99]

Safe

A/N - Hey! This is just something I’ve been slowly working on for a while now. I thought I’d post this while I’m working on requests and also because I think I’m finally happy enough with how it’s turned out ☺️

It’s amazing how something you usually find so causal and comforting now suddenly puts you on edge. Never before had you felt so uncomfortable being so close in proximity to your best friend Juyeon. The way his arm is linked through yours, his fingers drawing delicate swirls along your forearm as you sit closely together in the dark room, the only light coming from the tv.

Subtle skin-ship is something that Juyeon has done since you’ve know him, a mindless habit he has that, although you’ve never bought up with him, makes you feel safe.

Except for right now. And it’s all Younghoon and Chanhee’s fault.

If they hadn’t teased you about your feelings for Juyeon, or so they adamantly believe, you never would have thought so deeply about every little ounce of contact or interaction between you and your best friend. To put it plainly, you’re insecure because of their opinions.

It’s evident you feel tense, the hairs on your arms raised as goosebumps appear in the wake of the patterns he draws. You’re hyperaware of Juyeon’s fingers as they softly trail along your skin but you’re sure he’s none the wiser to your reaction. From your peripheral vision you can see his wide eyes focused onto the movie playing out on the tv in front of you. You, however, couldn’t care less what was going on, the characters so dull and one dimensional and the plot was so confusing that you didn’t want to even try to keep up with it.

You gasp when out of the blue the scene takes a turn for the more romantic, shifting awkwardly and clearing your throat as you shuffle away from Juyeon a little. You were definitely not expecting for the two main characters to suddenly begin ripping each others clothes off in the animalistic fashion they are; growls and gritted teeth chewing away at the other in an attempt to have an interesting twist on the classic passionate love scene.

You shyly gaze to look at Juyeon, his hands now calmly placed in his lap, having drawn away from you when you’d moved. He’s still fixated on the screen, his expression unreadable and his lips etched in a firm line. You can tell he’s suppressing the awkwardness he feels, judging from the way he gulps. Not that that provides you with any more comfort as you flicker your gaze briefly back to the tv to see that it’s only getting more and more intense.

“I-” you begin, your face growing hot as the moans from the tv begin at the exact same time you decide to speak. “I’m going to get another drink.” You squeak, head bowed low as you hurriedly stand from the sofa and rush away into the safety of the kitchen.

For the first time Juyeon’s focus isn’t on the tv, instead his gaze follows you as you get away. He had no idea the movie he’d chosen to watch had a scene of such nature and the fact that it had so clearly made you uncomfortable worried him.

Closing the fridge and frantically opening the can of soda, you quickly chug as much as you can to calm your nerves. You know you’ve made it too obvious now, Juyeon’s bound to have realised how affected you are and yet, you are really hoping he hasn’t.

Why did you have to let Younghoon and Chanhee get into your head like this! It’s not like they know how you or Juyeon feel about each other. You can think of plenty of friends that have loads of skin-ship, theirs being one of them. And you refuse to admit that Juyeon could feel anything for you that isn’t platonic, so where’s the issue with being close?

“Are you ok (Y/N)?” You jump out of your dizzying thoughts, standing bolt upright as your shocked eyes land on Juyeon’s concerned gaze.

“I’m fine, really.” You meekly smile, “That scene just caught me off guard.” You let out an awkward chuckle afterwards. Neither of you are sure where to look, a silence settling between you that leaves you unsure of what to say next.

You’re not sure how you would describe the feeling you have towards Juyeon in this moment; alien-like possibly? Whatever it is, you know something is off between you. You can tell from the way he’s hardly able to look at you, his eyes constantly flickering back and forth between you and the floor.

Just as you notice Juyeon is about to speak up a sudden burst of noise interrupts. It makes you jump as you hear voices echo around you and the sound of the front door slamming shut a second afterwards.

“If I was trying you never would have won.” Eric rolls his eyes, his comment falling on Jaehyun’s deaf ears as he laughs the youngers jealous comment off. It’s apparent that they’ve gotten into some lighthearted dispute between them on their way back home, not that you can keep your mind focused onto their sassy comments.

You do notice, however, that you find yourself unable to wipe the dazed-like look from your face as you watch them both causally stroll into the kitchen where you and Juyeon are stood and begin opening cupboards, retrieving drinks and snacks without batting an eyelid at you both.

It’s not until their talking simmers down that Jaehyun notices you, his brows instantly furrowing in confusion as he eyes your tense posture.

“What’s going on here?” He tilts his head, gaining Eric’s attention from his phone screen as he leans up on the counter next to him.

“We were just watching a movie.” Juyeon responds quickly and it comes out sounding like an excuse when reality is it’s true.

“In the kitchen?” A devilishly cheeky smirk appears on Jaehyun’s face. “Where there’s no tv?” He adds, an amused laugh escaping him.

“No, in there.” Juyeon points to the living room behind him, his expression the complete opposite of his friend’s.

“Why’s it so awkward between you then?” Your attention flickers to Eric as he narrows his eyes in suspicion. You can sense that he’s sussing things out, and knowing that he is usually quite quick to catch onto these sorts of things, it’s only a matter of time before he blurts something you don’t want to hear.

You cast an unsure gaze to Juyeon, hoping he gets the message from you to quickly turn the conversation away from yourselves.

“We were just having an argument.” Your eyes almost pop out of your head with how wide they go at his sudden excuse. That was definitely not what you were thinking he’d come up with, but really you should have known better than to put Juyeon under pressure like that. It’s never turned out well previously. The only response you can give is a forced laugh, hoping you’ll simply come across as flustered.

You watch Jaehyun and Eric exchange glances before the former speaks up.

“Okayyyy, we’ll leave you to it then.” Jaehyun pushes himself off from leaning back against the counter, making his way out of the kitchen. Eric instantly follows without a word; quite unusual for him, but you do notice the sly wink he sends in Juyeon’s direction as he walks past.

You’re officially dumbfounded. As is Juyeon, judging by the way he creases his brows at Eric in response.

“They definitely think there’s something else going on between us, don’t they.” Juyeon rocks back and forth on his feet, hands stuffed into his jean pockets as you notice him trying to suppress the deep blush that begins to creep up his face.

“Probably.” You shrug. “But there’s not, right?” You shoot your friend a questioning gaze, silence once again settling between you. You instantly regret asking that, your hands becoming more and more clammy as the silent seconds pass.

“It feels like everyone thinks we’re secretly dating though. Just yesterday I had Sangyeon asking me about us.” Ah Sangyeon and his love of love, it always brings a smile to your face whenever you see him get excited by the prospect of it.

It’s incredibly endearing how much of a hopeless romantic he is. You even remember when he “accidentally” made Changmin and Eric kiss as forfeit at the last game night just because he finds it so amusing. And you love that about him. Except when it concerns you and Juyeon.

Instead, it makes you feel somewhat queasy… not in the repulsive way that most people associate the feeling with. But, rather, in a stomach twisting, heartbeat racing, head spinning, euphoric way.

“Pft, that’s ridiculous!” You awkwardly chuckle. Now you’re just as flushed as each other. “I had the same thing with Younghoon and Chanhee too.” You add, hoping that if you keep the conversation going then you won’t focus so much on how hot the room has become.

What you don’t notice, while you begin to ramble away about how persistently annoying that had been, is how Juyeon’s whole demeanour changes. He’s no longer feeling timid about sharing how he truly feels about you because now he can see that you feel the same.

“Is it though?” You freeze upon hearing Juyeon’s question, forced smile falling off your face. “Is it ridiculous?” He repeats for clarity.

You notice how his tone, despite being soft, is serious. His expression matching and his eyes now intently staring into yours.

It’s like being in a trance. You can see him moving closer to you and his arm reaching out to touch yours. But you can’t seem to break away from his stare.

“N-no.” You breath. “It’s not.”

You mimic the warm smile that slowly stretches across Juyeon’s face at your confession, simultaneously noticing the little patterns that he draws on your arm with the pad of this thumb. You instantly relax. Just knowing that he’s not scared is all you need.

“Ew! What were they watching!” You hear Eric shout in disgust, Jaehyun’s laughter following after. They must have seen the scene paused on the tv.

“Maybe we should get out of here before they tease us.” Juyeon suggests, grabbing your hand in his with an elated grin when you nod in agreement.

It’s safe to say that from then on neither of you had to worry about any more accusations from your friends. Although, the incessant teasing and pestering might not go way anytime soon.

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Chase You/Chase Me (Pt. 4)

Part 4: The truth will never lie to me

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Trapped in a conference, Gabe and Alex bask in the afterglow of their interrupted moment by the lake. But before Alex can fully comprehend how she felt, she unravels a truth that may cease the chase altogether.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 1.8k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / alcohol consumption, language, implied sexual content. Reader discretion advised.

Author's Notes: Surprise! Yep, it's an early release! I made revisions to fit the ongoing narrative and ended up breaking it down into two parts. Also, this series may span longer than I originally intended it to be, not wanting to rush things. It will probably extend until Part 7, depending on what happens at the finale. I do hope you'll still stick around. If not, I'll totally understand. 😉

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogue belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

Late night, Boston

Shoe laces, cool wind and the darkness of the forest enveloping them. His breath shuddering with how close her lips was. His throat running dry.

Wanting, longing.

Just a little taste to find out how intoxicatingly delicious those cherry lips would be in his mouth and to feel the heat of her body against his.

And then a splash.

Gabe blinked as he felt ice cold liquid pouring over his crisp white shirt. He wasn't sure if he was having déjà vu.

"Oh, sorry mate," a man standing nearby had bumped into him, making the glass of scotch he was drinking shake and spill into his impeccable suit. He forced down the tasteless curse words forming in his mouth, groaning in frustration at the dissipating sensations from what he had been imagining.

His mind was stuck in an endless loop, replaying the romantic encounter with Alex just the night before. But very much like after Beau's dive into the lake, his consciousness whipped achingly back to reality.

Gabe was leaning on the mobile bar, set in the middle of the conference reception. Did he just lose himself in a daydream like a fool? He wondered, murmuring through his madness.

The time alone with her provided him a glimpse of what could be between them. And oh how euphoric it had been to have her so near, to watch his body respond to her like no other.

It left him just craving for more.

He was lying to himself if he continued to deny that he has feelings for Alex, and how deep he was already in for her. But he knew it wasn't meant to be, at least until after he admits the truth. Until then, he had to pull away.

Easier said than done.

For now, he settled for a view of her, his eyes scoured the room for the subject of his fancy. When he found her, Gabe couldn't stop his smile and the fluttering of his heart, or the warmth growing between his legs.

There she was, in the far side of the room, shining brighter than any star that they had seen in the night sky. Her audience completely captivated as he was with her.

The sight of her in that blue dress swept Gabe back into his fantasies, and how infuriatingly near he was to giving into them. He had to clench his fist around his tumbler, suppressing any trace of his earlier wild thoughts.

Apparently sensing the weight of his gaze, Alex turned to him, their eyes meeting in silent conversation. He watched as she excused herself before making her way towards where he sat.

Half-smiling, Alex's confident expression as she approached him made him swallow hard.

Gabe summoned all his willpower to rein himself in as she got closer. He plastered his usual cocky smile, once again putting up a wall of professionalism. They were in a conference, he reasoned.

"Still watching your wards, old man?" Alex chuckled as she reached a seat beside him.

"Working the room like a pro like that? Very hard to ignore," Gabe interjected, shaking his head. "Had to say Alex, I'm impressed."

"Glad you noticed," she smiled, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Frankly, you charming the top tier lawyers were hard to miss," he said, with lips quirking into a grin.

"Were you watching the whole time?" she asked.

"Difficult not to, seeing how you're the best-dressed lawyer in the room," he continued, savoring the easy conversation.

She scoffed before turning around, grabbing a napkin from a bartender. Alex offered it to him, pointing at the light stain on his clothes.

He finally muttered a curse, realizing he had been too distracted not to notice the result of the spillage from his own drink. This was one of my best suits.

Gabe almost jumped when Alex started to wipe the front of his suit.

His eyes narrowed, unable to process what was happening. On impulse, he reached out to her, encircling his palms around her wrist. Alex snapped her head up at the touch, the intensity of her gaze enchanting him.

It took all of his strength to break free from it. He cleared his throat and looked away, before grabbing the napkin from her grasp without warning.

It had always been like this. At first, there was this fluidity, a natural attraction between them while they interacted. Then another goddamn minute passes and it all becomes downright complicated.

Gabe wasn't having it.

He briefly shut his eyes closed and released the breath he was holding. When he opened them, he focused his attention on wiping the stain from his jacket, avoiding Alex's questioning gaze. He decided to divert the conversation, robbing her of any opportunity to re-capture him in a trance.

"Don't worry, I don't judge potential partners solely on congeniality. Though I can't speak for Sadie." He then turned and discarded the cloth on the bar. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to speak to a friend who I'm sure will be thrilled to know I'm now a partner."

He finally dared to look at Alex with almost apologetic eyes, before swiftly walking away towards a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Alex was left gaping at his hasty departure, uncertain how it all went south so quickly. She wanted to grab his arm and pull him to her so badly, to pick things up from where they left off last night. From that moment when his lips was inches away from taking hers, before they were interrupted.

Her body ached to be near him. Then again, that's not how she usually operates, so she let him be.

She had never thought her idol was such a tease. Or perhaps, traditional? Alex snickered. Oh how I'll make you beg, Gabriel Ricci. She exhaled, the sultry thought of the man on his knees in front of her suddenly hiking up the temperature in the room. Alex had to fan herself to cool down.

Along with the idea of finally spending some alone time together, conjuring the image of waking up beside Gabe excited her. Well, if ever this chase between them actually culminates to something.

But why was she following this trail of thought? In all her conquests, she had never stayed for what came after. She had that with Julian, and look how that ended. For her, it was always just for the fun. So why does she suddenly liked the notion with Gabe? She shuddered. Ugh, weird.

Maybe it's because it's taking the long game with him? Alex didn't want to know.

Leaving that for now, she resorted to ordering another shot of patron to drown the remnants of her heated thoughts. On her third glass, Alex heard a familiar voice ordering a shot of bourbon. She swiveled towards it and caught sight of Lina Reyes, the opposing lawyer from the Willow case.

"Fancy meeting you here," Alex smiled lazily, remembering how temptingly attractive she was. She also recalled the offer of a hook-up, which she politely declined out of courtesy.

But now, seems like she's getting another chance. And with Gabe being annoyingly hard to get, Alex had to have fun somewhere else. It's not like she and Gabe was committed, right?

Lina scooted closer to her, smelling of a heady mix of alcohol. "Speaking of fancy, damn. You look more incredible than I can remember, Alex," she teased, provocatively arching her brows at her.

Alex quickly picked up Lina's attempt to flirt, stoking her bruised ego. "Gotta be dressed to impress, right?" she waved her fingers as if in curtsy. "Enjoying the conference?"

"At this point, things tend to devolve quickly. But I do plan to have a nightcap back in my room," Lina smirked, Alex feeling the heel of velvet pumps brushing along her bare leg. "Maybe you could join me?"

The woman wasn't exactly subtle, though Alex had to give props to her for her confidence. She liked that in anyone. So Alex returned the gesture, letting her fingers hover an inch over her arm while batting her eyelashes. Two can play that game.

"I think we should stay here."

Wait, what? Did she just say no? Subconsciously? Did hell just freeze over? Or did her brain left her head?

Both women blinked, unable to determine who's more mortified between them. They were both quiet, until Lina broke the awkwardness by a chuckle.

"Had to try, didn't expect I'd be turned down twice," she said consuming the rest of her drink in one gulp. "Worth it though." she shrugged, ordering another round for herself.

Alex struggled to compose herself, brows furrowed in confusion by how that went down.

"Oh don't be so bothered, you're not my first rodeo." Lina poked at her jokingly, clearing up the air. Alex thanked her, and the conversation went smoothly from there.

Several more drinks in, the two women chatted on, venturing into a variety of topics in law and in love. It didn't take long before Lina started to slur in her words, to which Alex found amusing.

"Looks like someone didn't pace herself," she observed as she sipped her cocktail.

"Ah don't mind me, had to cleanse my palate after all the boring sessions earlier," Lina toasted her glass on hers, wobbling as she shifted to face her. "We are a rare breed, us fighters," she leaned towards Alex, lowering her voice to a whisper. "We like-minded women should just stick together, you know?"

Alex was relieved she turned her down the second time. Barely listening to her, she started to drift off as Lina continued rambling on, turning around to face the crowds as her eyes tried to locate that handsome man. Alex smirked when she found Gabe's sexy outline.

"Lot of ungrateful dipshits being freed from prison, even after we work our asses off proving they deserved an earlier release. Khan, Kozlowski, those celebrities involved with the Ivy League admission scandal? Hell, even small town criminal Cornell was released in the last five years alone!"

And with that last statement, Alex froze. "Say that again?"

Confused, Lina stuttered as if she can't remember what she was saying. To Alex's annoyance, she went silent, apparent that more humiliation was on the way. Lina abruptly stood, covering her mouth with her hand as she sprinted to the bathroom. Alex let her pass.

Assured that she'll be fine with her colleagues flanking her, Alex started to obsess over Lina's last sentence.

Was that just the patron? Or am I getting too drunk and starting to hear things? She asked herself, bewildered at how randomly Lina mentioned a Cornell.

With an exasperated sigh, she decided it wouldn't hurt to check. She pulled out her phone from her purse and fired up a search engine, where she typed in the godforsaken name. Alex tapped enter.

As soon as the results loaded, she felt the world crumble beneath her.

No, no, no, no, no. This fucking didn't happen.

She clicked on one of the articles from a local news outlet. The picture beneath the headline shoving her nightmares front and center. There it was, the title written in bold stated loud and clear: Cornell Son Gets Early Release.

Alex bit her lip as she fought to gather herself together, speed reading through the article. This was definitely a surprise, but what really got her reeling was the figure of a man walking behind Maximilian. She'd pick up who that was from anywhere within a mile radius.

Alex tried to keep herself rational, but the shock rippled through her, enough to shake off the alcohol in her system. And why did her stomach churned like she was punched in the gut a hundred times over? Why did she felt fucking betrayed?

Unexpectedly, she knew it wasn't discovering Cornell was now walking freely in the streets.

Deep down, Alex was aware it was because Gabe Ricci was involved. Either way, it looks like her high and mighty boss has some explaining to do.

Her blood boiled, a myriad of questions went through her mind. Resolute, she wanted those damn questions answered. Tonight.

She downed her drink and slammed the empty glass on the bar, sending a text to draw Gabe's attention.

She looked over where he stood, watching the frown in his face as he read her message. She clicked her head, beckoning him outside.

Even he can't fathom the fire storm that was about to come his way.

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