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dadoroki · 4 years

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Reminder [2]

Dabi x F!Reader x Hawks

Warnings: violence, fluff, swearing

Description: After many years, a familiar face decides to make an unexpected visit at your house before your date with Hawks.

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“Hey, you’re the kid that almost died right? I’m Keigo. But they want us to use our hero names so I’m Hawks. But call me Keigo when they’re not around. You’re actually really pretty.”

Boy, did this kid talk a lot. Everyday he’d come up to you, blabbering about some unimportant thing that you had no interest in. One day, something Keigo said had actually caught your attention. “Yo, so I heard there’s gonna be some new kid but he’s not gonna stay here. He’s only here for ‘extra’ training cause his dad teaches him...”

His voice began to trail away from existence as you were met in your own world. This was the first time you’d be meeting another kid who hopefully wasn’t the bland bunch around you, aside from Keigo of course. Curiosity started to fill your mind, excitement slowly rising as you counted down the days.

And here he was, standing right next to his famed father, Endevour. The boy was shy and avoided eye contact with you and the talkative kid beside you. You shamelessly gawked at the boy while Keigo jumped in joy, seeing his favourite hero infront of him.

You were too young, too naive to know what love was. But in that moment, that’s what you thought you felt. Your stomach was filled with butterflies. The boy was like a dream and you swore he looked like a prince in shining armor.

Your confidence rose, walking up to the boy and forcing him to look you in the eyes. Your little hands reached for his and held them tightly. “Hi! You must be Touya. I’m Y/N. You’re my boyfriend now.” Even at that age, you were a flirt. Maybe a little too bold but you still had much to learn.

Touya became flustered, his small cheeks blushing pink. He began to stutter but was interrupted by Keigo ripping your hands apart.

“Hey! You never said that to me!”

You were too distracted, admiring the new boy and that only made Keigo grow more jealous.

“Y/N, pay attention to me!”

“Y/N!”

Your focus went back to Hawks’s irked voice. These days, you couldn’t help but think back to when times were easier. Times where you didn’t have to care about your image, being able to live life freely.

“Yeah, sorry. What were you saying, Keigo?” You dried your hair, exiting the bathroom with nothing but a red robe tied around your body. You struggled to keep your phone between your cheek and shoulder as the man chattered his life away.

Hawks had dialed you to discuss your upcoming “date”. After initiating the hero plan against the villains, Hawks’s heroic face had been plastered on multiple cover pages of magazines, newspapers, and news outlets. The minute they came out published, Hawks had spammed you with multiple calls and messages to rub it in your face, reminding you of the public bet you lost. Unfortunately for you, you always kept your word.

“Yeah, I know.” You reassured the winged-hero, rolling your eyes in annoyance. You made your way to the kitchen, placing your phone and towel on the counter and snatching a bag of chips from the pantry. Sensing a presence within you, your movement came to a cautious halt. You didn’t spare a glance at the figure sitting on your living room couch, already knowing who it was. “Give me a second, Keigo.”

The good thing about Hawks was that he could always sense when something was off. He heard your sudden switch in tone and didn’t question you, muting himself but still listening to your line. You tossed your bag of chips back to it’s original place, walking around the kitchen island.

Reaching up the cupboard, you got two glasses and a half empty bottle of red wine, making your way to the shaded man. The room was dark with the dim lamp barely making him visible to the eye. “You know, it’s funny. I didn’t even recognize you.” You placed the two shiny glasses on the table and poured him and yourself a drink.

You sat on the opposite side and crossed your legs. When you first encountered Dabi, you didn’t really care much for him. But the more you examined his face, the more it felt familiar, even with the burns and staples. “How could I even forget you or those bright cyan eyes?” He didn’t say anything, keeping his eyes on nothing but you.

The lack of communication caused you to pout. Being greeted with open arms was what you expected but this was far from it. You took a sip of your red wine and twirled the glass in a circle, watching it spin like ocean waves. “Not gonna talk? Fine.”

You placed your glass next to his untouched one and repositioned yourself to lean closer to him. “So you side with the villains now, hm?”

Dabi concentrated on your words that were faint in a whisper, barely even audible.

“What would your father say about that, Touya?”

The mention of Endevour sparked the memory of a buried past and ignited a flame filled with hatred in him. He quickly pushed himself up, throwing an immense amount of flame at you. But you knew him too well. You were quick to sense his move and you forced upon a huge gust of wind, ricocheting the fire back to him.

From the other line, Hawks could hear the loud chaos. “Y/N, is everything ok? What’s happening?” He couldn’t figure out what you were saying earlier, as the whole conversation was mumbled.

Smoke was everywhere and you struggled to keep your eyes opened. “Yeah, I’m fine...” You coughed and rapidly blinked to keep the toxic gas from entering your eyes. A huge hole in your living room wall was newly formed with no Dabi to be found. So much for moving in. “But my house isn’t.”

You could say your date started early. Hawks had offered you a place in his house to stay while your’s was under construction. Being the gentleman he was, he offered you his room and that he’d sleep on the couch. But of course, he originally insisted on sleeping in the same bed. He would pester you from time to time, asking what happened and you never told him.

The day of your date, you walked the busy streets of Musutafu together. As expected, many fans surrounded you both and bombarded with questions. Hawks had held a conversation with you while impressively aiding civilians in need of help.

“You just love to show off, don’t you?”

“Can’t help it, babe. It’s my specialty and when we’re officially together, I’ll be sure to show you off too.”

A young boy rushed towards you, tugging on your black cape. “Storm! Storm! I’m a huge fan! Can I please get a picture?!” You crouched to match the same level as the kid. “Of course!”

His mother thanked you as you squeezed the boy in a tight hug, kissing his cute chubby cheek. He giggled in happiness and his mom snapped the picture. Hawks walked up to the kid, teasingly patting his head. “Woah now, kiddo. Don’t go stealing my lady now, ya’ hear?”

Hawks was immediately pulled away by you, as you thanked the fans and left in a hurry. “I can never do anything without you being jealous. Don’t you get enough attention?” He smiled and held the restaurant door open, waiting for you to get inside. “It only matters when the attention comes from you.”

The two of you were guided to your table with Hawks on his best behaviour, making sure to pull out the chair for you. They brought out the yakitori and you both conversated about just everything and honestly, you really enjoyed talking to him.

“Oh, if you aren’t gonna have anymore, can I have it?” Hawks asked, pointing at the last chicken skewers. You nodded and watched him gladly take it. “I just have no self-control when it comes to the things I want.” He took a bite and smirked at you. “You should know by now.”

Since when did Hawks become good at flirting? From the beginning, he knew damn well that he wanted you but it was a struggle. It was a struggle to even get you interested in him and now, he finally had the girl of his dreams on a date with him. Hawks was found attractive by many. He could have any girl in the world but none could compare to you.

“Oh, that reminds me. I almost forgot!” His eyes popped out in realization and he dug into his baggy pants, pulling out a small white box and handing it to you. You stared at the box and he began to grow impatient. “What are you waiting for? Open it.”

You removed the lid of the box, revealing a silver tiara-shaped ring. You were in awe and slid it on your ring finger. Hawks smiled in joy, happy that you loved the gift. The ring was beautiful and you couldn’t help but move your hand around, watching the ring sparkle in every direction you went. “Hawks, this is beautiful.”

He smirked and crossed his arms. “I know. That’s because I chose it.” You laughed and admired the shiny ring. It wasn’t a surprise that he chose a crown-shaped ring because he always saw you as a princess. “And don’t worry...” He continued. “One day, I’ll replace that promise ring with a wedding ring.”

You turned your head with eyes shut in embarrassment, as he laughed at your shocked reaction. He waited for you to speak but your eyes remained closed with your eyebrows furrowed. You felt something was off and just by your reaction, Hawks felt the same. He glanced outside to what seemed to be a normal day. “Y/N...”

“Here are your drinks-” The waitress came smiling and you quickly opened your eyes, returning to your surroundings. “Hawks!” You yelled and he quickly got the message. “Get back, Miss!” A dark flying creature smashed it’s way through the window but you were quick to jump out of the way. The woman screamed and Hawks held her in a protective hold. The creature stared at you with dark piercing eyes.

Seeing that you were it’s target, you matched it’s stare and brushed the fallen dust off your nose. “Hawks, evacuate everyone now!”

“But what about you?” He asked worried.

Your eyes began to glow pearl white as you gradually activated your quirk. “You’re forgetting that we’re heroes, Hawks. I’ll be fine.”

He was hesitant but nodded. You returned your gaze back to the strange creature. With all the collected power, you gave it a strong hook kick to the chest, supported by a huge amount of wind that sent it flying out from where it came from. “I can never seem to catch a fucking break, can I?”

You ran and jumped down from the high story building. Hawks was worried. Not about you losing the expensive ring. Dramatically speaking, it did almost cost him a quarter of his bank account. But he was more so worried about you. He knew very well that you were capable of handling this on your own but the thought of you getting seriously injured made him anxious.

You glided your way down to the falling High-End Nomu, sending and shooting electrical charges at it. The lightning strikes gave you enough time to build up wind power. You were close to ground so you used up all your stored power and sent it to your leg, giving the High-End Nomu a hard stomp to the face on your way down to the empty road.

You released your leg to see the High-End Nomu’s head now entirely crushed. You tried to catch your breath and looked around. Screams were coming from all directions. Civilians tried to escape the chaotic scene but were blocked by multiple Nomus. Your eyes glowed as you raised your hands to the sky that slowly turned into dark clouds. Violent lightning began to appear and striked the Nomus left to right, killing them and giving the citizens enough time to flee.

The distraction caused the High-End Nomu under you to regenerate quickly without you knowing and you felt a hard punch to your stomach, sending you flying up in the air. Your ribs were for sure injured by now, if not broken.

The pain was highly effective and you struggled to keep your balance in mid-air. You didn’t have the strength to gain wind momentum but thankfully, strong arms grasped you tightly. You looked up to see the same annoying arrogant smirk. “Looks like I caught you just in time.”

You groaned and held your ribs. This was not the time to joke around and you definitely weren’t in the mood. “Keigo, give me a boost.” He gazed down at you before getting ready. “Whatever you say, darling.”

Hawks threw you towards ground level, giving you the speed you needed. You shot lightning towards the High-End Nomu but with each strike, it was quick enough to dodge them. You snarled in dissatisfaction and with all the energy you had left, you attempted to give the creature another kick. It was too quick, grabbing you by the ankle and smashing you to the ground.

The harsh impact made you dizzy and gasping for air. The monster was about to finish you off with one last punch before being cremated by hot blue flames. You heavily breathed and held your ribs, rising up to gaze at the figure that you wished wasn’t there.

The streets were packed with dust and smoke but Dabi was able to see you clearly. “Well won’t you look at that. You’re still fighting.” Blood was dripping down from your forehead and lower left eye. Your hero attire was ripped in some parts. But even with the damage, you still remained flawless. He smirked and walked closer to you. “Just like the Y/N I remembered.”

You limped towards him with an angry expression. He had no right to come here, let alone ‘save’ you. He wasn’t the Touya you knew. This wasn’t Touya at all. You didn’t have enough power to use your quirk but you did have enough power to physically punch him.

Or not.

You fell midway but he caught you with a tight grip on your chin. The pain from your body was taking over and you were struggling to stay awake. Dabi looked down at you with pity, pulling you up. “Dying on me now, Y/N? But we barely got to talk.”

You stayed silent, blinking as much as you could to keep you from fainting. A tiny light was shining brightly and Dabi looked down to your hand, only to see a ring displayed on your ring finger. He grabbed your hand and examined it. “That little chicken bastard gave this to you?” You didn’t respond and faded off, pissing Dabi off even more. He snatched the item off your finger and tightened his grip on your chin. “What do you see in him that you don’t see in me? You remember your promise, don’t you?”

“Touya?”

The boy flinched at the sudden call of his name. Your soft voice echoed in the room and the sound of your footsteps gradually got closer. You sat infront of him with crossed legs and scooted closer to him. “Touya, what’s the matter?”

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay. Just go back to Keigo.”

“I don’t wanna see Keigo. I came to see you.”

Your eyes softened, analyzing all the scars and burns of the boy’s body. He hid them behind layers and layers of gauze and you never noticed how much pain he put himself through. You spent most of your time with Keigo and unintentionally pushed Touya away.

You pulled the boy closer in a hug, never wanting to let go. “I’m sorry, Touya. Keigo told me he was feeling left out so I wanted to spend time with him.” Touya was about to speak but closed his mouth, letting you continue.

“I promise to put you first before anything. I promise I’ll always protect you and stay by your side. I promise that one day when you ask me to be your girlfriend or wife, I’ll always say yes. We can be heroes and be together like we imagined.”

Touya was young and kids always had their own wild imaginations of the future. Always having their own crazy perception in life. It was a know fact that you and the boy had strong feelings for eachother. Even at that age, Touya knew he wanted to be with you. For you to become his girlfriend. To become his wife.

He also knew his ‘disappearance’ had to be done. He was sad that he had to keep that secret from you but it was only to keep you safe. It was what he had to do. It would be a while before he could see you again.

“You promise, Y/N?”

“Always.”

“How’d that turn out?” Dabi watched you with eyes full of pain and you did nothing but stare at the ground. Words couldn’t leave your mouth as the memories were too much to handle. Finally, you had the courage to look up to him. “I could never love you. Not like this.”

Those words struck Dabi like an arrow to the heart and he tried to mask the hurt from his face. He slowly pushed you away from him. He stared at you and internally fought with himself, trying to bring himself to hate you, to want to kill you but he couldn’t.

He sighed and his eyes softened, lightly stroking your scratched cheek. “Even if I tried, I could never hurt you. You know how much pain you bring to me?”

Red feathers pierced Dabi’s back, causing him to yell in pain. He released his grip on your chin and before you could fall, Hawks dived in and swooped you into his arms, flying upwards.

“Am I too late to the party?” He jokingly laughed until he realized your unconscious state. Full protective mode was now on and he gathered his feathers back, zooming as fast as he could to the nearest hospital. “Don’t you dare die on me, Y/N. Not now, not ever.”

Dabi plucked the last feather out of his back, furiously throwing it to the ground and getting ready to burn it before it quickly flew up to Hawks. The High-End Nomu fully regenerated and Dabi watched as the winged-hero had you wrapped around his arms. He pulled out the ring he stole from you and stared at it.

“I’m gonna kill you, Keigo Takami. Even if I die trying or in the process of it all. If it’s the last thing I do.”

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hilllsnholland · 5 years

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White Party

Rich!Tom x Reader

Wc: 3k

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), drinking, and swearing

Summary: The party might look innocent, but your intentions are as naughty as they come

Thick, hot late-summer air created a dreamy haze around the White Party. The richest of rich, the most affluent people in the world gathered at the Holland’s summer house for the last bash of the season. Fall would soon arrive and the aristocrats wanted one more excuse to drink expensive wine and complain about mundane problems.

You were dressed in a short white dress with small crystals covering the bodice. Your lips were sporting the perfect shade of red lipstick, one of Tom’s favorite colors on you. A beautiful silver chain hung from your neck, a ring with your initials engraved into it. A gift from Tom, who was now no where to be seen. It would be the first outing as a couple for the two of you but he was so busy schmoozing he’d completely forgot about you. So now you were stuck talking to Holly and April about tory nonsense.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to go on holiday in Belize?” Holly asks you with wine coming to her lips. “They got loads of beaches and those tropical huts with the hammocks! It’s an Instagram dream!”

“Uh-huh…yeah. Great…weather,” You look around for your boyfriend but he’s hidden amongst the white-clad guests. Holly frowns at you.

“You can’t expect him to be at your side you know,” April narrows her eyes at you. “He has a party to host. You’re a big girl,”

April was trying to be helpful but it came out in a condescending manner. You ignored her though, placing your glass on the table and leaving them. Tom had an obligation yes, but you wanted some attention too. You could be by his side, making the diplomats laugh with your witty humor. But no, you were on the sidelines talking about designer shoes and holidays trips. It was mind-numbing when you wanted to be a part of the action.

That’s all you wanted, to be included in on the fun. There was deep conversations to be had, but your friends were not the brightest in the bunch after having one too many Bellinis. Which is why you wanted to show your brains, and beauty, off with Tom. The two of you would be the dynamic couple of the socialite scene. Not like it mattered, but it would make you happy knowing that everyone adored the coupling.

You cross the party, looking everywhere to find Tom. You catch glimpses of his parents and brothers, but none of them have your boyfriend in your grasp. Harrison is standing in the doorway of the summer house, fanning himself off with a napkin, a white suit making his eyes glimmer.

“Hey,” He says to you in a small voice. “It’s fucking blazing and Tom insisted I wear this,”

Harrison points to his ensemble, which to be fair was really thick. You think back to Tom, wearing white slacks that were fitted to his body and tight in the right places. His sports jacket was left open and he looked so delicious. Maybe that was bothering you the most, how much you needed him.

This morning you were practically begging for him to touch you. Although he was busy making last-minute decisions for the party. His parents put him in charge of it this year, a right of passage for the oldest boy. Tom was hands-on for months, but was a stress case all summer. This only deepened your desire to make him feel good. To know you were easing his tension, making him feel good. But also how he could relax you with his expertise. How you longed for his skillful hands and tongue to make you cum, over and over again.

“Are you looking for him?” Haz asks.

“Yeah, I can’t find him anywhere,” You shrug, your cheeks turning a pink as those naughty thoughts filled your mind.

“I was talking to him earlier, he said he was going to go check on the food or something,”

You nod, walking into the house with Harrison right behind you. He’s muttering about the heat again, shrugging his coat off and exposing the clean white shirt underneath. It reminded you of the plain t-shirt Tom wore on one of your first date.

Tom had taken you on a picnic in the gardens, wearing that t-shirt with plain jeans. It was simple, so out of character for him. You had felt overdressed, wearing a designer dress that your father bought you from fashion week. Although you were embarrassed, Tom assured you that you looked beautiful, then kissed you. He tasted like raspberries and white wine.

You snapped back to reality as you walked into the kitchen, staff were running around frantically trying to get all the food and alcohol on time. There was no Tom though. He’d usually be talking to the head chef, trying out the food and complimenting him on his hard work. Charlie, one of the busboys stops in front of you, slicking his hair back and greeting you.

“Hi Y/N! Looking for Tom? You just missed him,” He points towards the side door. “He said he was going to his room for a bit to freshen up if you want to catch him,”

“Oh that’s perfect Charlie, thank you,” You smile back at him and turn to Haz. “Coming with?”

“Nah, I’m gonna head back out with some ice.”

You respond with a bare ‘hm’ and a nod before walking out the side door. This led to the second set of stairs that went up to the upper floors. It came in handy when you needed a midnight snack and didn’t want to walk through the crazy corridors and hallways. You trot up the stairs, wishing you didn’t wear such clunky shoes to the event and wobbled towards Tom’s door. You don’t knock, pushing the door open and scanning the room for Tom.

“Babe?” You call and close the door behind you.

He’s not laying in his misshaped bed or standing in the walk-in closet so you wander to the en-suit bathroom, which is adorned with blue accents and your very shirtless boyfriend. His shirt is laying on the bathroom counter, wrinkled by the half-hazard throw. Tom stares at you, a smirk appearing on his face while you stare at him in all his glory.

“Costume change?” You quip as you pick up the shirt from the counter.

“Small one. I thought the shirt looked too baggy so I’ve been trying to decide on a new one,”

Tom gestures to the seven white shirts hanging up on a rack, all looking identical but with slight differences. You couldn’t help him though, your mind was concentrated on his chiseled chest and tan skin that tempted you. Tom watches your glazed eyes wander his body, his ego-boosting with the lick of your lips. He turns, flexing his muscles just for you and you swear it’s gotten a hundred degrees hotter in the room.

“What’s on your mind?” Tom pulls a shirt from the rack and eyes it casually.

You pause, strutting towards him and tracing his back with your acrylic nails. He holds back a shiver, he loved the way your nails tickled his back. It was comforting, but also arousing in the right sense.

“Did you know,” You blow hot air across his ear. “That the White Party tradition has racist roots?”

Tom snorts. It’s not a laughing manner but because of the way you are he can’t help but laugh.

“Like all upper-class things, it dips its toe into the waters of oppression and systematic injustices,”

You smile, kissing the back of his neck playfully. Tom’s hairs stand up straight as he leans back into your hot touch.

“Does social justice talk get you riled up love?” He turns to meet your lustful eye with a glow of confidence.

“Only if it’s with you,”

Tom’s hands cross your waist, pulling you tighter against his body. You can smell the peach champagne on his breath as he moves his lips towards your neck. He’s moving slowly. Agonizingly slow that you want to push him against the counter and take him now.

“What’s really going on?” He nips at your neck. “Not enjoying the party?”

Tom’s voice is smooth as it rolls over your prickled skin. He knows exactly how to play you, his fingers crawling over the thin fabric of the dress and playing with the outline of your undergarments. He knows what’s underneath. A skinned colored set that he got for you a few weeks back. The one that perked your breasts up and hugged your hips perfectly. The thought made him almost salivate on the spot.

“Not really, I’d rather have you by my side than those girls,” You pout as he moves away from you. “And I’ve been horny all day so,”

You drag him back, pulling him against you roughly. His coy smile strengthens the heat building inside of you. It’s no longer a want, it’s a need for him to be inside of you. His touch was your only salvation.

“Well if that’s so,” Tom teases.

He extends two fingers towards your lips, brushing them across for permission to continue. You lick his long fingers, meeting his eye as you simulate what you’ve done plenty of times before on his hand. Tom loved it, the innocence in your eyes that drove him mad or maybe the way he knew how it felt but loved the way it looked more. You create a pop with your mouth as you pull them away, cocking a brow.

“Get over here,”

Tom’s voice was rushed as he lifted you into his arms, lips smacking against yours in a hungry rage. His teeth skimmed across your bottom lip while his hands rushed to pull the white dress from your body. You were just as hasty, shuffling the belt off of his trousers and throwing them to the floor. It took mere seconds for the two of you to be in your underwear, but it felt like decades had passed since the last time you were intimate like this. This kind of hunger was new and it needed to be filled.

Tom places you on the cold countertop while he scavenged your chest for skin to make marks on. You lean back onto the mirror, admiring your gorgeous boyfriend attending to your every need. He knew where to kiss, touch, and suck to make your sense go wild. It was tunnel vision with only his heavy breathes and the heat between your legs in the center of your thoughts. Suddenly, your panties are thrown to the floor, the flesh lace slightly ripped from the looks of it. Oh well, he’d buy you a new one anyway.

“Can I get a taste?” His voice is muffled against your stomach as he kneeled down.

“Y-yes please,”

Tom slips between your legs that were vibrating with excitement. You have never been under such a deep spell over him since the first time you were intimate. It was a moonlight dinner on his yacht. The breeze was cold so you were cuddled against him for warmth, his mouth giving hot kisses to your exposed skin. It was a misty memory of skin against skin, moans, and hushed ‘I love you’s. You would never forget that feeling of the first time being in his embraced.

Your eyes draw back while a breathy moan escapes your parted lips. Tom dances his tongue along your slit, teasing slowly with his middle finger on your clit. You arch against the mirror so your wet entrance brushes across his lips. Tom kisses it, wide mouth while skimming across the folds. It’s a fucking dream, it has to be. Only this much euphoria can be formed in an imagination. You curse out, panting as his rubs your clit a little harder, your insides bubbling and tightening. Tom continues his feast while raising a finger up to your lips to remind you to be quiet. The house is filled with staff and guests that would love to find a scene like this to gossip about.

It’s almost impossible though, you’re at the edge of exploding. His loud smacks and moans of satisfaction are enough to make you dizzy. You buck towards him, yelping as a sign of what’s to come. Literally. Tom takes long licks of your heat, dragging out every last bit of pleasure he can. You’re a mess of heavy breathes, eyes rolling back as your muscles pulse and release onto Tom’s tongue. He chuckles, sitting up from your heat and grabbing a towel to wipe his face off.

“Where do you want me?” He asks breathlessly.

“In me,” Your voice struggles to make it out without a whine.

Tom picks you up again, taking you to his half-made bed and laying you across the pristine white sheets. His hand caresses your cheek, thumb drawing around your red lips in satisfaction. You see his smile only for a moment when he flips you on your stomach, taking a hold of your knees and throwing your back so your tiled up into the air.

“New position,” Tom murmurs.

His hands rest on your ass while you feel his tip ease into you. Glittery spots appear in front of your eyes as he bottoms out, your mouth dry from being hung open too long. Tom takes his time to feel every part of your pussy, dragging his cock in and out to hear every whine and curse leave your lips. The same lips that dragged red stains on the sheets, your lip prints making a temporary marker of how amazing he was fucking you. Tom grips your bum tighter, moving your body to a rhythm against is hips. You almost choked on your own breath, the new position hitting deeper than ever before. Both of your hips hit perfectly, the sound of your skin filling the room along with Tom’s muffled grunts.

“Yes…fuck…love you’re so…fuck,”

It’s taking all of his will power to not raise his voice. If no one was home he would praising you at full volume, making sure you knew exactly how you were making him feel. The way you clenched around him and swiveled your hips against his, fuck he was going mad. The stress from the party really drove him away from your perfect body. Never again would he let that happen. He needed you as much as you needed him. It took his mind off impressing the Uppers, and more focused on how to make you crumble around him.

Tom pulls out suddenly, flipping you onto your back and diving on top of you. Lips now moving as one as he entered you again. This time the speed is hungrier, desperate for the release he’s dying to have. You can feel the low growls against your mouth. Tom can barely hold it together. He was coming undone but wanting to make you get your filling at the same time. You pull back, grabbing his face to focus on you while you reach another climax. His fingers go to your clit again, knowing it’ll be even more intense than the last.

“Fuck, fuck, oh my-“ You shake with pleasure as your eyes screw shut.

He captures your lips against, engulfing you in an embrace as he thrusts faster into you. It’s hard to even keep the room straight, the overstimulation making your eyes flutter open and shut while your insides unravel again.

“Good girl…cum…cumming…fuck,” Tom finally whines.

His head dips to your chest while his hips stutter against yours. It’s the slowest moment in the lustful rush, Tom unloading inside of you with soft moans on your skin. You feel the warmth run between your thighs as he pulls himself away. The room is spinning while lights twinkle above you. The reflection of the light on your necklace makes it look like there are tiny rainbows surrounding you. It’s like heaven, especially with the angel laying next to you. Tom’s arm is protectively thrown over you as he catches himself up with reality. Your legs tangle with his as you roll over to meet his glazed eyes.

“Now that’s a party,”

Tom, red in the face, rolls his tired eyes at you. He rolls to embrace you again, kissing your shoulder lightly.

“I’m glad you’re finally enjoying yourself,” He hums against your skin. “I still want to show you off though. You’re my girl and I want everyone to know,”

You look down to your body, bruised from his love bites and roughed around from his relentless thrusting.

“I think if they saw me like this they’ll know,” You laugh. “But we should get back before people get suspicious,”

You roll from the bed to retrieve your dress which was still in pretty good shape. Your lipstick has been smeared off and your mascara had fallen onto your cheeks. It was gonna be a real mission to fix yourself up but you had to do it. With a few ruined face towels you had perfected your face again. Tom appeared behind your with a fitted white shirt and his pants from before. He looked like a cover of a romance novel. Toned, muscular, and beaming with after sex.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Tom kisses the top of your head while admiring your body. “So lucky. But I want everyone to see that,”

“Well show me the way,”

Tom bites his lip, shyly smiling as he takes your hand to lead you back into the party. His hand is molded to your hip while you enter the belly of the beast. All eyes are on the two of you, gleeful smiles from friends and family at how amazing the both of you look. Tom rubs your hip, kissing the side of your face. It was exactly what you wanted, Tom by your side while making your mark on the party.

“I love you,” He whispers.

You meet his eye, the white clothing making him look even tanner and more dashing. The glittery rainbows from before are back, dancing along his skin from your necklace. You kiss him again, leaning your forehead against his.

“I love you too,”

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