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Safe - 8x14 Speculation Fic

Writer’s Note: The idea for this came from the 8x14 synopsis, and while it technically still is a speculation fic, I don’t imagine the episode happening exactly like this. However, I did use what I’ve seen from bts photos and videos, as well as things Tracy has said in interviews to develop some of the scenes/details. This is probably my favorite piece that I’ve written in a while, so I hope you enjoy & thank you for reading!

Hailey rustled through her closet looking for her black wedged boots, trying her best to hurry as she knew Jay was waiting for her in the kitchen. She wasn’t much of a boot with a heel kind of girl, but she and Jay had special plans and she wanted to look nicer than usual. While they had been together for months, that night was the first time they were going on a proper date. They each decided at the beginning of their relationship that with both of their histories, they wanted to keep things simple and to themselves, which meant a lot of take-out and a lot of nights alone in their apartments. However, after Hailey mentioned something in passing about their clandestine time together starting to feel restrictive, Jay made plans at a fancy restaurant where he knew they wouldn’t run into any of their fellow team members.

“I don’t mean to rush you, but our reservation is in 45 minutes and it will take us about 30 to get there,” Jay said softly, peeking his head around the door frame.

“I know, I know. I’m trying to- finally!” she shouted upon finding the boots in the corner of her closet. She brought a knee into her chest as she pulled a boot onto her foot before switching to the other leg and doing the same.

“Okay, I just need to get my phone and wallet and then I’ll be-“ her words were cut short as she caught sight of him for the first time that evening. He was wearing a dress shirt with a light jacket, and his dark jeans curled over the top of a pair of black dress boots. It was much different from his typical, rugged workwear, but she took note of how well the look suited him.

“Wow you clean up nice, Halstead,” she told him with a dimpled smile as he blushed, extending a hand down to help her rise from the floor. Once she was standing, the small space between them closed quickly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his briefly. While the heels added extra height, she still needed to raise on her tiptoes to meet his mouth.

“Not too bad yourself, Detective,” he uttered as her lips pulled away. His hands grasped her waist, holding her steady as she remained on her toes. They stayed pressed against one another for a moment looking into each other’s eyes, and just when he was about to go in for another kiss, she fell on her heels and pressed the tips of her fingers against his chest.

“Normally, I would indulge in this further, but we’re going to miss our reservation and I’m starving,” she teased, moving past him to retrieve her phone, keys, and wallet, along with her jacket slung over the back of the couch.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Hailey was charmed by how nice it was. It was far different from the usual dive bars and pubs they went to after work, and part of her even felt like it was too nice for them to be at.

“Halstead, party of 2,” he told the hostess, holding up 2 fingers with the hand that wasn’t intertwined with Hailey’s.

A stifled smile came across her face and she nodded her head towards the floor as they waited for someone to guide them to their table. It seemed surreal to be standing in the middle of a fancy restaurant with him, holding his hand and waiting to be seated for a romantic dinner. She couldn’t tell if it was because of how long she secretly pined over him or if it was because being with Jay felt like her first real love story, but there were many moments when being with him felt like some fantasy, and that moment was one of them. At one point in time, being with him was something she only dreamt about. It was a thought that crossed her mind when his gaze lingered a little longer than it should or when an accidental touch sent her heart racing. Before they took that leap, she worried being with him would mean giving up being his partner. It was that fear that made her keep her feelings bottled up for so long, but as they proved time and time again, as partners, as lovers, and as both - they were good together. She turned her head and placed a light kiss on his shoulder. It was a tangible reminder that he was hers to kiss, but it also grounded her in that moment that felt like just another dream.

The dinner itself was incredible. Hailey officially added the restaurant to her list of favorite food spots in Chicago, and they spent the entire meal giggling and sharing stories they had never shared before. By the end of it, Jay was stuffed, but Hailey insisted they order a dessert, her sweet tooth getting the best of her. Jay teased her for ordering the lava cake, the most indulgent option on the menu, but she was able to tease him right back when he asked the waiter for a second spoon when it was brought to the table.

Just as Jay was about to pay the check, his phone began to ring, Voight’s name popping up across the screen as he pulled out his wallet.

“Uh oh,” Hailey said as he picked it up to answer. Jay spoke with their boss briefly, mainly nodding his head and muttering brief affirmations every few seconds.

“I think she’s out tonight, but I can call her and swing by to pick her up wherever she is,” Jay said, shooting Hailey a wide-eyed look as he quickly came up with an excuse as to why they’d be riding in together all dressed up.

“Alright hot stuff, as much as I’d like to keep this night going, it seems we caught a case,” he told her, as he stood from his chair. He took out his wallet, counting out enough money to cover the check and tip before resting the bills under his glass on the table.

“At least we made it through dessert,” she said, sending him a childlike smile.

“Oh, that was dessert? I had something else in mind for that,” he replied smugly, Hailey’s face turning bright red at his suggestive words.

“Oh really?” She questioned, taking a step towards him to close the gap between them. “You’d better clean up that mind before we get to the scene,” she whispered with a chuckle, twirling around swiftly and making her way towards the door as he shook his head at her tease. His hand found the small of her back as they made their way out the door, and he placed a kiss against her temple, knowing it would probably be the last display of affection he could show before they had to enter partner mode.

When they arrived at the house, Kevin and Voight were outside talking to a few patrol officers. Hailey’s mood had changed drastically upon arriving at the scene. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt uneasy as she jumped out of the truck and secured her badge and gun to her hip.

As they approached, Kevin pursed his lips together and let out a two-tone whistle as he caught sight of Hailey.

“Damn girl, sorry to pull you away from whatever had you all cleaned up,” he told her, cocking his head to the side as she shook her head at him with a smirk. Her eyes caught sight of Voight’s as they darted between her and Jay and she became nervous, imagining that he was putting two and two together. She decided to change the subject quickly before any further comments could ensue.

“Oh, shut up,” she told him. “What do we got?” She asked, spinning her head around the scene and taking in the myriad of patrol cars.

“I think it’s something you have to unfortunately see for yourself. I do have to say, you might want to brace yourself for this one,” he said, turning to lead them inside. Jay and Hailey met eyes, sharing a look of concern before turning and following Kevin and Voight inside.

Walking through the front door, they collectively grimaced at the overwhelming smell of blood that tinged their noses. They hesitantly made their way deeper into the house and Hailey’s heart dropped when she caught sight of a family of four, a couple and their two kids, all tied up and shot dead on the living room floor. That uneasy feeling from before suddenly made sense. She clenched her jaw, groaning at the sight as she looked away, recognizing the same unsettled look in the face of each of her fellow officers.

“What the hell happened here?” Jay asked, looking over at Kevin for the answer.

“This is the second home invasion robbery in this neighborhood this week. Robbery-homicide has been working these guys since the first one, but so far they’ve come up with no leads. Whoever these guys are, they’re professionals. It’s a two-man crew, they come in through the back, dressed head to toe in dark attire, get what they need, kill the family, and get out. They’re in and out in less than 10 minutes and they’ve got a getaway driver who knows how to avoid traffic cameras. Robbery-homicide tells me these guys killed a family of three earlier this week, and that the dad had bruises on his body in addition to the gunshot wound that killed him. Now, what’s interesting is in this case, the mom is the one with these bruises. These families were definitely targeted, we’re just not sure how or why,” he explained causing them each to frown.

While Kevin explained the case, Hailey fell silent as the details brought her back to a string of cases she had worked during her time in robbery-homicide. She spent weeks chasing after a crew targeting families who had shopped at a high-end jewelry store, only that connection was missed for the first half of the investigation. By the time she and her team had finally caught on to why the families were being targeted, four families had already been killed, five kids below the age of ten among the victims. Hailey beat herself up for months knowing if they had caught onto the pattern sooner, they could have saved more of the families - more of the kids. This case sounded eerily similar, and she was bound to not let history repeat itself.

“How’d we catch this if robbery-homicide was on it?” Jay asked, shoving his hands in his pockets as his gaze intentionally avoided the gruesome scene before them.

“Miller assigned it to us. She wanted a fresh pair of eyes. She’s getting a lot of heat from the press about there being no leads, especially since this is a high-end neighborhood. Plus, these guys have already killed three tender-aged kids. I want the animals on a stick,” Voight replied straightly.

“Do we know what they’re after?” Hailey asked, her brain already working to establish a connection.

“No, and that’s what’s given our robbery-homicide guys so much trouble. The only connection is that both families have had pretty high-tech safes somewhere in the house. Last house it was in a bedroom closet, but this one was in the basement. It seems like these guys make their way in, beat the location and combo of the safe out of one of the parents, get what they need, and off the entire family before hauling ass out,” Kevin told them.

“Well, I’ve worked cases like this one before. If we’re going to get anywhere, we need to figure out what it was they wanted and how they knew about it. We’re on a time crunch now, because it’s only a matter of time before these guys strike again,” she said, turning and leaving the house without waiting for any of their responses.

After leaving the scene, they all made their way back to the district to go over the files robbery-homicide had sent over. They browsed over the files for a couple of hours before Voight sent them home, needing them to rest up and refresh before they dove completely into the case the next day. The familiarity of the case was itching at Hailey, but as much as she wanted to see something that everyone else was missing, she came up short in every place she looked.

The next morning, she and Jay got coffee together. She had been quiet since they caught the case. Jay picked up on her shift in mood that occurred from the restaurant to the scene, but he left it alone to give her the space she seemed to need. He eventually built up the nerve to ask what was wrong. She told him about her old case and how much it meant to catch the guys and quickly. He agreed, admitting to her how much seeing those dead kids struck a nerve. He reassured her they would catch them one way or another. As they walked out of the coffee shop, a call came over the radio:

Units over the city-wide, we got calls of a home invasion. 1433 N State Street

“Gold Coast, that’s the same neighborhood as the other home invasions, you think that’s our guys?” Jay asked looking over at Hailey as he held the radio up.

“Could be, let’s roll on it,” she told him, rushing towards his truck as he followed, telling dispatch they were taking the call.

They rolled up to the scene, carefully clearing the house together, but they arrived too late, and the offenders were gone. They found the couple who lived there in the same position as the last two families, only they still had a pulse. Hailey tried asking them what the offenders were after, but all she got were incoherent mutterings from each victim. They both died before ambulances could arrive, but just the same as the other cases, only the husband had signs of bruising in addition to the gunshot wound, and a safe was found in the back of a linen closet. While crime techs combed the house, Hailey made her way out to the back garden, finding a hose to rinse the victim’s blood from her hands. Her hands were shaking so much, she couldn’t quite scrub enough to get them clean. Jay caught sight of her through the window and wade his way out to her, grabbing her hands in his to steady them. She looked up at him as he nodded his head, taking the hose and helping her scrub her hands clean. Once they were clear, he held her hands in his for a minute longer, quickly releasing them when someone cleared their throat behind them. When they turned around Voight was standing there, his hands deep in his pockets, eyeing the two of them as they took a step back from one another. If he didn’t know about them before, he definitely did then.

“You get anything new on these guys?” He asked, a knowing look plastered across his face.

“No, Sarge. They were gone by the time we pulled up,” Jay told him, dropping the hose to the ground.

“Well, get back to it. We’ve wasted enough time as it is, we’ve got to catch these guys,” he said bluntly, turning and making his way back into the house. The two of them stayed there frozen, shaking their heads at how careless they had been to let him walk up on them like that.

Back at the district, they scrubbed the lives of all of the victims, still coming up with no connection between any of them. Nighttime arrived once again with no leads and no suspects, so they decided to call it and head home. That night, Hailey laid awake, tossing and turning for hours. She tried every method she knew to fight off the insomnia that had kept her restless, but nothing was able to lull her into a slumber. It was the case that was keeping her up, and her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling while a million theories circulated through her mind. Something about it just didn’t make sense, and she couldn’t shake the idea that they had been missing an obvious connection. The faces of the couple she tried to save earlier that day remained at the forefront of her mind, and after a while of fighting off the urge to get out of bed and chase that gut feeling, she finally slipped out from the grasp of Jay’s limp arm, carefully retreating from the bed as to not wake him. She made her way over to her closet, pulling on a pair of jeans and slipping a sweatshirt over her head before grabbing her badge and gun from the nightstand and sliding her phone into her back pocket. She made her way to her office, retrieving a sticky note and pen to write Jay a message letting him know where she was going.

Couldn’t sleep. Gone back to the district, needed to go over the case again. ♡

She tiptoed back into the bedroom and placed the note on her pillow where she knew he’d see if he happened to wake up. She grabbed her coat and opened the front door, slowly guiding it closed on her way out, still trying her best to be as quiet as possible. She wasn’t sure what she would be looking for when she arrived at the district, but she had hoped that studying it alone and in the quietness of the empty bullpen would provide her with a new perspective. She made herself a cup of coffee before walking over to her desk and opening up every file they had on the case. She paced the floor of the empty space, flipping through files and studying photos until she was sure there was nothing to see. Finally, she hoisted herself onto the top of her desk, pulling her knees into her chest and eyeing the board for something they may have been missing. Suddenly, she heard the beeping of the keypad and the clanging of the door opening and closing downstairs. She checked her phone to see the time. It was 4 am, and she couldn’t imagine who else would be up that early. She did a double-take as Jay made his way around the corner, a look of exhaustion on his face as he sent her a lazy smile.

“What are you doing here?” She asked him, unclasping her hands from around her knees and pulling herself to the edge of the desk.

“Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing,” he said with a smirk, pulling his jacket from his shoulders and resting it on the back of her desk chair.

“I couldn’t sleep. Something about this case was keeping me up, so I figured instead of lying in bed and staring at the ceiling for hours I would try and make myself useful. You didn’t have to come check on me. I’m fine,” she told him, the corners of her lips curling up into a reassuring smile as he came to stand over her.

“I couldn’t go back to sleep once I realized you were gone,” he told her softly with a slight pout before turning to lean on the desk beside her. “So, what have you figured out?” He asked, his attention turning to the board before them. She sighed, crossing her arms and staring at the crime scene photos as he waited for her response.

“I don’t know. I mean these families have no connections. The kids all go to different schools, they all work at completely different places, they don’t even shop at the same stores, I can’t seem to figure out where their lives intersect, so I just don’t understand why they’re being targeted,” she ran down, looking over at Jay whose eyes surveyed the information on the board.

“Maybe it’s about more than just the robbery. I mean they’re taking time to kill every member of the family, including the kids. Unless these guys are just straight-up psychopaths, it sounds like whatever is going on could be personal,” Jay suggested, looking over at his partner whose eyes were transfixed on one particular photo on the case board. His words sparked something in her, and she caught sight of the words Resurgence Tech written in bold font on a magnet on the refrigerator from the second crime scene. She knew the name was familiar, but she couldn’t remember how.

She pulled out the files from each of the cases and found what she was looking for. An email address registered in the husband’s name from the first robbery ending in resurgencetech.co. Looking at the other files, she was able to establish a connection between all of them leading back to a company previously known as Resurgence Tech. As she and Jay investigated through the night, they were able to figure out what was being stolen and why it was worth killing over. Resurgence Tech was a company co-founded by four individuals, Ryan Ethers, victim of the first robbery, Scarlett Jameson, victim of the second, Max Lin, victim from the third, and Lianne Meadows, who lived in a house in the Gold Coast District close to the previous victims. Five years prior, Resurgence Tech created a breakthrough idea for a high-tech medical device that had the potential to significantly change the practice of medicine. However, after hours of gathering information and records, the two detectives found out that the design was actually stolen from two brothers who had developed the original idea for a project they were working on in college. Resurgence used their power and influence to discredit the claims of the brothers, blacklisting them from the entire industry, and eventually pulling the design before it could ever meet the market. Not long after, Resurgence shut down for good, liquidating its assets and washing its hands of its shady actions for good. Digging deeper into the four co-founders of Resurgence and knowing more about where to look, Hailey and Jay were able to find email exchanges between them all discussing what to do with the patent plans for the stolen design in case there ever came a time to reintroduce the tech to the market. The strategy was to split the plans between the four of them, each keeping a piece locked up on a thumb drive hidden in a safe.

As soon as the sun rose that morning, Hailey called Voight and the rest of the team to come in. She explained the connection and identified the brothers as suspects, describing how the robberies must have been to obtain the thumb drives and get vengeance for the way Resurgence screwed them over. The situation had a significant impact on the brothers’ lives, leading them to turn to a life of crime, describing how they got connected with an armed robbery crew, and began pulling jobs across the city before getting caught only a year after Resurgence blacklisted them from the tech industry. They were released early due to overcrowding and good behavior, so they got out, hacked into the emails of the individuals that ruined their lives, and found out the design was out there, still viable to be profited from. Running on anger and revenge and using the skills they developed in their time with the robbery crew, they sought to take back what was theirs. They were operating under the theory that the two brothers were committing the crimes, and a guy that used to run with them in their old robbery crew was taking on the role as the getaway driver.

“Well, let’s go scoop ‘em up,” Voight said upon hearing the rundown of the case.

“Sarge, as much as I want to bring these guys in, we don’t have any evidence on them. There’s been no DNA, no prints, no witnesses tying these guys to these cases. There’s no way they’re going to talk, and if we bring them in, they’re just going to get released even if we keep them for the full 48 hours. By then they’ll have already made plans to run,” Jay said.

“These guys have killed nine people, three of those people being little kids. If we don’t act now, they’re going to strike again and that’s going to be blood on our hands. We bring them in, and we make them talk. I don’t care if we have to threaten them, or if we get ‘em to flip on each other. Either way, we’re not just going to sit around and wait for something to happen on this one. Not when we’ve got a pile of bodies growing the longer we sit here with our thumbs up our asses. So, Hailey, Jay, I want you two going to pick these guys up,” Voight bit back, a distinct annoyance in his voice. He had been on edge throughout the entirety of the case, but his temper seemed to have only increased after walking up on Jay and Hailey at the scene a day prior.

As much as Hailey wanted to side with Voight, she knew Jay was right. Bringing them in with no evidence and no witnesses placing them at any of the scenes would only guarantee them getting to walk, something she was determined to not let happen.

“Sarge, we can’t,” she muttered, swallowing what felt like a rock in her throat as his face fell with bitter surprise.

“What?” He challenged, his head dropping down as he cut his eyes at her.

“Jay is right. We can’t just jump on these guys with no evidence or else we risk losing them for good. I know you want to get these guys quick, but there’s got to be a better play,” she replied, taking note of the uncomfortable looks expressed by the other Intelligence members who quietly observed the interaction from the other side of the room. She watched as he pulled the inside of his cheek between his teeth.

“Remind me, who’s the sergeant of this unit?” The question carried a great deal of weight, and everyone in the room fell silent as his eyes travelled between each of the five intelligence members. “You don’t have to agree with what I say, but there’s a chain of command here and I expect you to listen to me. Now, unless there’s another sergeant in this unit I’m unaware of, I’m in charge. So, I’m only going to say this one last time. Jay, Hailey, go pick these guys up. I have to go update Miller on what’s going on. Those guys better be sitting in interrogation when I get back. End of,” he roared, making his way past the officers who remained frozen in place.

While Adam, Kevin, and Kim went back to work, Hailey grabbed her jacket, heading down the hallway out to the parking lot to follow the sergeant’s orders.

“Hailey, wait,” Jay called after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the observation room where he knew the others wouldn’t be able to hear them.

“What?” She questioned, a look of concern on her face as he silently thought through his words.

“I think I have another play,” he told her.

“Jay, he seemed- “she began before he cut her off.

“No, I know, but you know I’m right. We bring these guys in now and these families will never get the justice they deserve. We know there’s only one family left on their list, Lianne Meadows. The only move we have left is to catch these guys in the act. I say we sit on her house and wait for the robbery to go down, snatch them up, and then we have the guns tying them to the other cases and we have leverage to get them to flip if we need to,” Jay told her, the look in his eyes pleading with her to agree.

She knew Jay was right, but she also knew what going against Voight’s orders would mean. By that point, it was safe to assume he knew about their relationship. She knew that alone would be cause for him to assign them to different partners or even to different units. Teaming up and going against him would only increase the chances of him pulling the trigger on that. From the start of the case, she knew she wanted to catch the guys no matter what, but she never imagined it would involve making a decision that could possibly jeopardize her partnership with Jay. Every part of her knew his way was the only option that gave them a chance of making things right, yet she knew there would be a cost to them both going against Voight’s orders.

“You’re right… but let me do it alone,” she told him, causing him to frown at her words.

“What? No, I can’t let you go after these guys by yourself,” he argued, a combination of concern and annoyance in his voice.

“Jay, if we do this together it’s only going to give him reason to split us up. I have a feeling we’re already on his hit list after everything that has happened these past few days, and if he sees that we’re siding with each other… going rogue against his orders? He could reassign us partners, or worse, ship one of us off again. You, this partnership, our relationship, it all means too much to me to risk. If I go alone, only I take the fall, and he doesn’t have reason to use our relationship against us,” Hailey told him, moving a hand to his chest as she spoke.

Pushing him away and crossing that line by herself was the only way she knew how to protect both their relationship and their partnership. With her history of crossing lines, she had hoped it would just seem like another questionable decision she made all on her own, and he wouldn’t have reason to punish both of them by splitting them up.

“Hailey, I’m not just letting you go there without backup,” he finally said, his jaw set tightly as he peered into her eyes.

“I’ll have Trudy assign some patrol guys for backup. That way you and the others don’t take fall back from Voight, but I won’t be going in alone,” she replied, moving the hand from his chest to cup his face. “I’ll be fine,” she told him.

He nodded hesitantly before sliding his fingers down her arm and wrapping his hand around hers.

“Be careful,” he insisted, squeezing her hand lightly.

“Of course,” she nodded back before opening the door and disappearing down the hall.

She sat out front of the house, the patrol officers waiting a street over for her signal. It had been about an hour and she had already dodged two calls from Voight. Her patience was running thin with every minute that passed without a sign of the crew. Then, she spotted a dark van creeping down the street and she slumped down in her seat, trying to avoid being seen. As the van approached the house, two men rolled out of the back door as the van maintained a low speed before stopping down at the end of the street. The second the men made it around the back of the house, Hailey radioed the patrol guys, climbing out of her car and drawing her weapon as she followed the offenders around the back. When the patrol guys caught up, she nodded to one of them, signaling them to open the back door and enter the home. The second they made it through the doorway, they were catching fire. Hailey took cover behind a door frame, keying her radio attached to her vest.

“10-1, 10-1, shots fired at the police, 1327 N Dearborn Street. Be advised patrol and plainclothes officers on scene,” she yelled into the radio, securing her free hand back on her gun before motioning the officers to press forward. They made their way into the house, carefully clearing each room as they passed through. When they made it to the front of the house, she caught sight of one of the guys escaping out the front door.

“5021 Henry I’m in foot pursuit of a suspect in an alleyway going west across the street from the original location,” she called out into the radio as she pumped her legs with each step, trying to control her breath as she chased after the suspect. He rounded a corner and she slowed down, holding her gun out to peer around the corner before continuing the pursuit. The next thing she knew, her gun was being kicked out of her hands and she was being thrown against the wall, hitting the side of her head against brick and feeling blood trickle down her face. She brought a knee up into her attacker’s groin, giving her a brief opening to connect an elbow with the side of his head. Falling to the ground, the man grabbed at her ankle, bringing her down with him before grabbing hold of her vest and laying a fist into her jaw. The blow sent her backward, shooting pain into the side of her face. She caught sight of her gun on the ground a few feet away and went to crawl for it, but he grabbed at her leg, drawing her backward toward him as she stretched her fingertips towards the handle. He was stronger than her, and he managed to pull her back enough to regain hold of her vest, winding up to lay another fist into her face. Before he could, she wrapped a leg around his, twirling him over so she was hovering over him. She began laying fist after fist into his masked face until she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, sending her elbow backwards towards the person. It was grabbed instantly, and she wiggled in the grasp before turning around and taking in the familiar green eyes of her partner.

“Hailey, we got him,” he said, holstering his gun and grabbing her by each arm to pull her up from the ground. Kim came from behind him, removing the mask from the offender and rolling him over to place him in cuffs. Meanwhile, Jay wrapped Hailey in his arms, bringing his chin down to her head as they swayed together in an embrace. Her breath was heavy and shaky, and she felt tears pool at the corners of her eyes. She was overwhelmed by everything that had just happened, but his arms wound tightly around her helped steady her breathing.

“It’s okay Hailey, you’re safe. I’ve got you,” he reassured her through a whisper. She took comfort in his words, and despite the pain surging through her head, she buried it deeper into his chest.

Luckily, they had reached the target and her family in time before the offenders could do any harm. Hailey went to Med to get her head checked out. A few stitches and several scans later, she was cleared, making her way back to the district to take whatever repercussions Voight had in store for her. The second she made it up the stairs, everyone’s eyes fell on her and she just flashed them a gentle smile and nod, signaling to them she was okay. Voight came to the doorway of his office, and she didn’t miss a beat heading straight towards him. However, just before she reached the door, his attention shifted over towards Jay at his desk.

“You too, Jay,” was all the sergeant said before turning and moving back into his office. Jay stood, making his way over and closing the door behind him before coming to stand beside Hailey across from the Voight’s desk. He looked over at them silently for a moment, Hailey setting her jaw tightly as she braced for whatever was to come.

“Are we just making a habit out of disobeying me and questioning my orders? Is that what we’re doing now?” He asked them. They remained silent. “Because if that’s what we’re doing and you’ve got a problem with how I run things, there’s the door. You can get out right now,” he told them sternly.

“Sarge, we needed to get those guys. Catching them in the act was the only way. I did what I had to do to make sure those families got justice,” Hailey said, her eyes remaining fixed with his.

“I told you to pick them up, bring them in, and instead you went your own way, putting that family, yourself, and a couple of patrol officers at risk. I could suspend you over this,” he argued, a distinct tension building in his voice.

“Sarge, it was my idea. If anyone deserves punishment, it’s me,” Jay admitted, causing Hailey’s head to swivel his direction, a cross look on her face as the words left his mouth.

“No, that’s not… Look, I went there on my own. I’m the only one to blame here,” Hailey argued causing him to shake his head before them.

“Okay, look. I know there’s something going on between you two, I have known for a while,” the second the words left his mouth, their eyes met briefly, and they both swallowed hard before turning back to him. “I decided to turn a blind eye because you two were able to keep it strictly professional here at work as far as I was concerned. But what happened today, what’s happening right now… this lying to me and covering for each other is not welcome in my unit. This is your warning and it’s the only one you’re going to get. As long as I’m in charge of this unit, you listen to me. You don’t go off-book, you don’t go behind my back because you disagree with what I say, and you certainly don’t let whatever is going on between you two change the way you make decisions. I know you guys are going to have each other’s backs… as partners and as whatever else, but the second that trumps having my back and the team's back, the way it did today, it undermines my authority and puts all of us at risk. If anything happens again like what happened today, you’re both done, and I’ll make sure you never work in the same unit again. Is that clear?” He asked them.

“Understood,” Jay replied.

“Yes, Sarge,” Hailey uttered, her heart rate dropping significantly with relief.

They drove home that night in silence, partly from exhaustion and partly from trying to process everything that had happened in the past 72 hours. Three days ago, they were on their first official date, celebrating their relationship for what felt like the first time, and now they were coming down from what could have easily been the end of their job and their partnership. Even though she hated the way it had to go down, she stood by having Jay’s back and trying to protect their relationship, even if it meant muddying the waters between them and Voight. From the start of the case, she was determined to catch the guys, chasing a small sense of redemption she felt she needed for that case she worked so many years prior. She wasn’t happy about everything that happened, particularly everything that went wrong, but she was able to save a family and get some form of justice for the others, and she stood by that firmly. It wasn’t the first time she had challenged Voight or crossed lines, but it was the first time she was genuinely fearful of the consequences. She was just glad her fears didn’t come to fruition. She looked over at Jay in the driver’s seat, and she remembered the way he told her she was safe after pulling her from the attacker only hours prior. Safe wasn’t something she had felt often in her life, but she certainly felt it when she was with him. She smiled to herself in the dark, satisfied to know that at least for that day, despite everything that happened, their relationship and their partnership were two things she could still consider safe.

#upstead #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #chicago pd #hailey upton #jay halstead #upstead fic

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ashes-in-a-jar · 3 years

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A Bit of Cleansing

Hi, hello it me. I wrote a little post-episode 197 scene based on a prompt by @dathen. The idea gave me the Feels and I wanted to play it out :)

The idea: an (nonsexual) intimate scene where Jon helps Martin clean off all the spiderwebs from being tied up. Enjoy

Cw: nonsexual intimacy, descriptions of spider webs

"Let’s get out of here. After that… we’ll see."

The sounds of Anabelle's scuttling were still growing smaller in the distance as they began to pick their way through the giant web in the direction from which they arrived.

The sky, dark and watchful once again, took up most of the horizon as they slowly approached what would be the edge of 105 Hilltop Road's domain.

As they moved silently and cautiously, contemplating the incredibly paramount information they were given and its full implications, Jon began feeling the effect of the pull down the chasm growing weaker, making it easier for him to walk.

He glanced at Martin walking next to him. Martin would not look at him, silently concentrating on his feet, making his way on the thin but densely woven, sturdy strands that separated between them and the infinite abyss. They both knew what was lying in wait for them when they left this place. The choices that were made, the words that were said that they now must face. Jon shook his head and looked down once more, trying to distract himself from that impending confrontation.

A sudden movement and a gasp drove him into action before he could even think. He reached out his arm to catch Martin who tripped forward, nearly falling. Martin grasped at him and steadied himself, stopping to regain his lost breath.

Jon did not let go, instead he looked at Martin more closely. This wasn't the first time he had stumbled on the uneven surface. Anabelle might have released him but there were still strands of wispy web in his hair, on his shirt and legs. Some of them were tangled near his feet and must have prompted his occasional slip-ups.

"Jon?" Martin asked, tilting his head quizzically.

"Oh, sorry. I-it's just that you're still full of that web." Jon let go and stepped back to survey the damage. "You look like you attended a tacky birthday party." He wrinkled his nose.

Martin snorted. "Well, forgive me for not choosing a proper, straightforward rope to be bound in." He countered with a crooked smile. He began picking at the strands, making very little headway. "They're just so... damn sticky." He muttered in frustration.

Jon stepped forward with arms outstretched. "Here, allow me? I can try to help with most of it I think."

"What are you going to do, smite them off of me?" Martin was treated with a dry look for that one. "Yeah sorry. I'm just... I-"

"We'll talk about it later, once we're out of this literal hell-hole." Jon cut him off. "For now, you can't very well move forward when these strings are constantly tripping you up. I'll untangle some of them for you. Here."

Jon crouched and began to work on the ones near Martin's shoes.

From slightly ahead they both heard Basira call out "What's going on? You alright?"

"We're fine." Martin called back. "Just taking care of some of the webs so I'll finally stop falling and slowing us down."

"All right. Don't take too long. I'll wait here." She said from the distance, sounding impatient.

"It's not like the apocalypse is going anywhere." Jon muttered to himself, moving up to Martin's pant leg, picking off the sticky white fibers wrapped around it.

Martin chuckles wryly again. "True." He said, working on the webs on his arms.

It was the first time since Martin has been... away, that Jon finally felt that he wasn't in a time crunch. That they could once again resume the calmer pace they had before this whole mess. His heart rate was just starting to slow down, adrenaline draining away. Finally Martin was close once again and now, being so near him for the first time since parting, alive and well, he felt himself settle, becoming more grounded. He never wants to lose this again. Helping Martin clean the leftover mess was an excuse to close the physical gap their argument and Martin's willing departure have left in their wake.

Jon gently picked away at the strings, working his way up. He met Martin's hands on the front of his shirt and instinctively grabbed them, holding them in his for just a moment, feeling their sorely missed warmth. He heard Martin's breath hitch and looked up into his eyes, trying to convey his relief at getting back together rather than the anger at being apart. Martin must have gotten the message because his tense demeanor and nervous gaze relaxed a bit, allowing his shoulders to sag and his thumbs to sweep over Jon's scarred knuckles.

"Jon, I-" He stopped. A brief moment passed in silence, allowing both of them to just. Be close.

Then Jon cleared his throat. "Turn around, Martin. I'll get your back."

Martin sighed, letting go and turning slowly. The adhesive string was doing a number on his jumper in a few areas and Jon took his time pulling out what he could, freeing Martin of the most problematic of them. He swept his hands a few times across his back, more than was strictly necessary, landing them on Martin's hips and, once again instinctively, stepping forward to wrap his arms around him, just to feel him close again. To confirm his presence. That he's safe with Jon. Martin caught his arms in front and squeezed them, allowing another small moment of reprieve. Jon buried his face in Martin's jumper, breathed in his familiar scent and revelled at how he could do this when only a short while back he wasn't sure it would ever happen again.

"Martin. There's some of it left in your hair as well." He mumbled.

"Yeah." Martin sighed, released him again, turning back around.

They faced each other.

Jon whispered "Look down for me please."

Martin tilted his head forward, allowing his dense locks to bob down in front of him. Jon gently placed his hands in the soft curls, fingers lacing through the auburn hair. He missed this so much.

Slowly, he extracted what webs he found, letting his hands linger, occasionally lightly scratching Martin's scalp. As Jon worked, Martin's breath gradually became slow and even. When Jon was done and placed his hands on Martin's face to pull him back up, he found his eyes were closed and his lips parted.

Jon leaned forward and allowed their foreheads to meet. He closed his eyes as well and breathed deeply, hands squeezing his boyfriend's lovely cheeks ever so slightly.

"I'm glad we were able to find you. That-that you're safe again." He murmured.

"Me too, Jon." his breath ghosted on Jon's eyelids as he spoke. They were so close.

And then they were kissing. It was soft and chaste but it was enough for what they both needed. An affirmation of each other's presence. Of being safely back together. It was warm and grounding and Jon could feel himself relax into it, into Martin's tight embrace.

Moments later they parted and Jon breathed out a laugh, their faces still close "I uh, I think I'm done. You're good for now."

Martin smiled "Great. Let's not keep Basira waiting any longer, hm?"

Jon glanced in her direction. Her restless demeanor told him enough and he reluctantly pulled away. He held out his hand to Martin, refusing to completely let go.

"Okay. Come on."

Martin took his hand and together, feeling a little better than before, they joined Basira on the way out towards the uncertainty of many words and choices that awaited them.

#An intimate moment is never complete for me without a head bonk and cheek holding #Thats just how it is <3 #Anyway hope you like it. Hope jon and martin will have at least one more happy moment before the end #God knows they deserve much more than that #Tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #fabric rustles #tma spoilers #tma fic #My tma fic #Tma 197 #Mag 197

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autumnsart22 · 3 years

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A Dream Come True: Shigaraki x Dabi x Reader part 2/2

Part 2 of the fanfic my friend wrote!

Warning: SMUT 🔥

Dabi strode off down the hall and you started to work on putting the rest of the groceries away, and cleaning some dishes in the sink. Shigaraki stood up from the table and walked into the kitchen. He looked around before looking at you, raising the empty beer bottle. You opened the drawer that held the trash and recycling and he threw it in with a loud clunk. He stood there in the middle of the kitchen for a little while before you finally asked,

“Can I help you?”

“You’re standing in front of the fridge.” he states plainly. You roll your eyes and move out of the way as he grabs another beer. He makes his way back to the table and sits down.

You both pass the time in silence as he sips on his beer and you finish cleaning the kitchen. At some point Dabi comes out of the bathroom still drying his hair with a towel wearing nothing but your brother's old pair of black joggers that look slightly too big but the strings in the front were tied tight preventing them from falling any lower. Dear god what have you done to deserve this? He switched with Shigaraki who took his turn in the bathroom while you scoured the apartment for extra blankets and pillows and threw them on the couch. When Shigaraki was done in the shower he came out in a long sleeve white shirt and your ex-boyfriend's old pair of grey sweatpants. He joined Dabi who had heated up one of the soba cups from the store.

“Okay I’m gonna go shower, you can just...yea” you spoke out loud trailing off as neither of them paid you any attention, and you left to go to the bathroom. You peeled off your work clothes, just some black jeans and a black blouse, throwing them into the same pile of clothes as Dabi and Shigaraki’s. You took your time washing your hair and and shaving your legs feeling like you deserved to pamper yourself a little given your night. You weren’t that tired given that you basically turned nocturnal since working at the bar. When you felt fresh and clean you dried off and wrapped yourself up in a towel to head to your room. Once you changed into some sweats and a tank top you made your way back out to the living room to find Dabi, now wearing a black t-shirt, and Shigaraki on the couch both nursing another beer while talking in hushed tones which again halted the moment they saw you. They both looked at you.

“What?” You said confused on why they were both staring at you.

“I have more questions,” Shigaraki stated, finally averting his gaze away from you, although it seemed reluctant.

“Okay...shoot” you said walking into the kitchen for a glass of water then plopping onto the middle section of the couch in between them. If there was one piece of furniture you splurged on it was this couch. It was a huge ‘U’ shape and could fit up to 10 people if they squished side by side. Shigaraki and Dabi were both sprawled on the two sides of the couch with you sitting in the bottom of the U.

“What sort of art or shit do people create about us?”

You almost choke on your water. That was not the sort of question you were expecting.

“Why?” you said suspiciously.

“You mentioned it earlier and I’m curious,” Shigaraki said, making large hand gestures swinging his beer bottle around. He must be getting kinda tipsy.

“Fine but if I’m answering these questions. I’m gonna need a stronger drink”

“All out here princess” Shigaraki says, taking the last gulp of his beer and waving it towards you.

“Same here.” Dabi says holding his beer bottle up, as though expecting you to take it. You stand up and grab both bottles and chuck them into the recycling, then grabbing a bottle of rum from the back of your cabinet. You make your way back to the couch and take a large swig shuddering as it goes down. Shigaraki motions for the bottle and you hand it over passing it to Dabi afterwards.

“Okay so back to my question”

“Well people write and draw all kinds of shit. Everything from just realistic art or funny art to overtly sexual” Shigaraki raises an eyebrow at this.

“What you don’t believe me?” You ask laughing slightly cause if only they knew.

“People think of crusty in that way?” Dabi laughs.

“Hey like you’re any better staples. Y/N who do people like more?” Shigaraki shoots.

“That’s gotta be Dabi. He’s pretty well known as being attractive”

“Fuck you” Shigaraki pouts and Dabi smirks to himself.

“Hey it’s not my fault, and trust me there’s still a ton of shit about you. And some of both of you” You said this last part quickly while taking another large swallow of rum. You couldn’t help yourself.

“What do you mean the both of us?” Dabi and Shigaraki looked at you hesitantly.

“Well people like to put you two together. It’s called shipping, or they just pair you together as like a duo in fanfiction”

Both of their reactions looked like they were about to gag and murder the other at just the thought of what people had had them do to eachother.

“Okay that’s the most disgusting thing I have ever heard in my life” Dabi says reaching for the bottle which you hand over willingly.

“Moving on from that,” Shigaraki says, shaking his head as though to physically erase his mind. “So Y/N you’re obviously a fan. Who are your favorites?”

“I don’t know. I have a lot of people I like and don’t like. It depends.” At this point your brain was becoming warm and fuzzy but you didn’t want to let anything slip out that could be potentially embarrassing or would make the two men turn against you.

“Bullshit. Spill”

“I told you it depends”

“On what?” he said this with a sneer.

“I don’t know” You said exasperatedly. “my mood, who’s been most present in the media. It just depends on what I’m looking for.”

“What you’re looking for?” Dabi repeated confusedly.

“Next question” You state simply.

The two villains raise their eyebrows at you, curious at your evasion of the question, but your lips stay shut.

“Fine we’ll come back to that one Princess.” Shigaraki complies.“What do we look like in the show? I mean do we look different in real life?”

“Shouldn’t we be trying to figure out how to get you guys back?” you ask.

“Not much we can do about it. I’m sure the rest of the league and Kurogiri are tracking down those thugs right now, so answer my question”

“I don’t know. I guess you look kinda different, but I can still recognize you. I can show you if you want?” Shigaraki looks at you with affirmation. You get up to get your computer which you hook up to the tv screen in front of the couch. Dabi and Shigaraki turn so they can see the television, both laying down on their backs. You open your laptop (sorry I am basing it off my computer) and type in your password.

“Is that Shoto?” Dabi says disgustedly. There was in fact a fanart picture of Todoroki amongst the collage that was your background screen.

“Oh yeah. He would be in the it depends list” you say timidly quickly opening up the browser to cover up the background.

“Why the fuck did he look like some 20 year old model?”

“I told you, it’s fanart. People draw characters the way they see them or want to see them. Shoto is also really popular amongst fans if not the most I would say”

Dabi makes a noise of revulsion. You turn back to start typing in Shigaraki’s name into the browser and instantly images pop up as well as the fandom wiki and regular wiki articles. You click on images and start to scroll through.

“This is weird” Shigaraki says slightly in awe but disturbed at seeing this world's visions of his life. “Here give me that” he says gesturing towards your computer. You hand it over reluctantly.

“Seriously?!” he says grabbing the laptop.

“What?” you say hesitantly. Did you forget to close out of something?

He lifts the computer for Dabi to also see the two stickers on the sides of your trackpad.

“The anger explosion boy and pro eraserhead?” Dabi said, judgement was obvious in his tone.

“What?” you said defensively.

“Nothing I just thought you’d be a villain girl and all”

WTF, you think. What was that supposed to mean?

“Why do you think that? And who says I’m not?”

Dabi raised an eyebrow in interest but didn't answer your taunts, instead turning back to the screen. Shigaraki has been scrolling through and tapping on pictures of himself making little noises and reactions.

“This is fucking weird” He states again, the screen was stopped on a very sultry piece of fanart of Shigaraki.

“Take that down you freak. No one needs to see your crusty dusty body like that. Hand it over.” Dabi tells Shigaraki.

Shigaraki passes the computer over and Dabi searches his own name seeing all the pictures of him, although significantly more fanart pops up for him. He scrolls for a little bit but becomes weirded out or downright just bored at the photos of him. He then goes back to the wikipedia page and starts to read. While the two men continue to look at the screen and read information about their show, you stand up and head to the kitchen feeling peckish. You wander through the kitchen opening and closing all the cabinets waiting for something to catch your eye. You open the fridge and close it moving onto the freezer. Your eyes scan the contents when you spot the pint of chocolate fudge ice cream. You take it out and grab a spoon making your way back to the couch. When you get to the couch both Shigaraki and Dabi are staring at you again with intensity and amusement.

“What?” you say, plopping back into your spot, struggling to tear open the plastic and resorting to using your teeth. With both of them still staring at you as though waiting for something, you look at the screen and see that your messages are open. You take a second to read the new text from your friend.

‘Dude have you read this Shiggy Dabs fanfic? It made me 🤤🥵’

‘This ones similar to the last one you sent me, so be prepared⛓️😂’

Your heart sank as you saw the familiar logo of Ao3 underneath those texts.

“What were you saying about being a villain girl?” Dabi said, smirking.

“I––” You had no idea what to say.

“Aww is the Princess embarrassed” Shigaraki says teasingly.

You try to get up to leave but a hand roughly pulls you back down and you hide behind your hands refusing to look at the two villains. This was so embarrassing. What were you going to do? Now they knew that you liked them. That you were like the other people in this world that they had been disgusted by all night. They weren’t likely to just let this go. If only you could get to your room and lock the door maybe they would just leave.

“Come on don’t be shy. Are we on your depends list?”

They take your silence and continued evasion as an affirmation.

“Hmm…” You hear Dabi hum lowly. “What exactly are we dependent on? What are you looking for when you search for us?” Dabi asks, already knowing the answer.

“Come on tell us” Shigaraki coos. You shake your head. You could feel both of the boys drawing closer to you like school bullies cornering you in the bathroom, but you didn’t dare look up at them, too embarrassed. That’s when you heard typing. Your head whips up to see Dabi replying to your friend.

‘What exactly do you mean by similar?’

By the time you read what he wrote they were already responding.

‘You know 😂 the usual non-con threesome with you and dabs and shigs. Kidnapping, ropes, degradation, similar to all the other fanfics 😋 tho in this one you cum four times and each a dif way😳 ’

If your stomach dropped even more. It would have touched the ground.

“So not only are you a villain’s girl but you’re a kinky little slut too?” Dabi says chuckling. He was practically next to you staring at your frozen figure as you looked at the screen.

“I should have known when you walked out here with these cute little things poking out” He reached over and pinched your nipple tugging on the metal barbell through it. You squealed instinctually pulling away but he caught the top of your tank top effectively pulling it down revealing your breasts, each decorated with a metal piercing.

You motion to cover them, but your hands are once again forced behind your back, however this time Shigaraki had the pleasure of restraining you.

“Let go of me!” you yelped at the humiliating assault.

“I thought you liked this?” Dabi said in mock sympathy. “Just how many times have you gotten off to us?”

You were squirming trying to remove yourself from Shigaraki’s grip.

“Answer the question” Dabi said, pinching your nipple again. You yelped in pain but you could feel the slick starting to build between your legs.

“A lot okay. Now let go!”

Dabi and Shigaraki complied surprisingly. You regained your breath and pulled your tank top back up. The next few minutes passed in silence as Shigaraki took another swig of rum and Dabi continued to scroll through the different My Hero wikipedia pages. You got up still in shock taking your forgotten ice cream back to the freezer. You had lost your appetite.

What were you supposed to do now? You were still slightly scared of them after what just happened but you couldn’t ignore the arousal that had been sparked deep within you. You had dreamt of this many times. This wasn’t much different than the different fanfiction you had read, and honestly this would be on the tamer end, but that was just fiction. But were you really going to pass up this chance? How could you? Yet why’d they stop? You were surprised and honestly kinda disappointed they had now that you were standing in the kitchen. And with that you had made up your mind. You are not going to pass up this chance you could never forgive yourself.

You made your way back over to the couch but didn’t sit down. You stood in front of them silent staring at your feet, trying to figure out what you wanted to say.

“What?” Dabi said as though nothing had happened.

“Why’d you stop?” you asked timidly.

“Hmm? Because you said so.” Dabi said as though this was an obvious answer to a stupid question.

You looked at him surprised.

“Don’t believe me?” He said with a small chuckle.

When you didn’t seem to get any less anxious he continued with a sigh.

“Look Princess, I may be a bastard and sadistic villain but I don’t go wishing pain on everyone, especially ones with cute tits. Of course if they’re into that then I’m down” He said this so casually it seemed almost wrong, all while he continued to watch your computer screen. You assumed it was in part due to the alcohol, but still.

“you’re blocking the screen,” Shigaraki said annoyed.

“Was that all princess?” Dabi said mockingly

“Well….”

“What?” Shigaraki spat.

“Hurry up,” Dabi said flatly.

“What if I wanted to continue?” You said finally looking up at them. They both looked at you intently, then gave each other a look and were smiling when their eyes fell back to you.

“Our little Princess wants to live out her dirty villainous fantasies...huh?”

You nod. Wait did they just say our?

“Come on tell us what you’ve dreamt about?” Dabi says beckoning you over to him with one finger.

Once you’re in front of him, he pulls you down onto his lap so you're facing him. You look at him hesitantly biting your lip.

“You’re the expert of these little situations, Princess” he says holding his hands up for you to guide them. You take his hands slowly, unsure of your actions and guide them back to your breasts. He gives you a smirk and gives you a good squeeze, causing a small moan to escape your throat. You instinctually grind down into his lap feeling his member start to harden beneath you. You lean your head back as Dabi pulls your tank top over your head. You look over at Shigaraki who’s staring at you starting to palm himself through the sweats.

“Him too princess?” Dabi asks you, giving your nipples a pinch causing you to moan all the while still staring at Shigaraki “Mmmhmmm”

This was enough for Shigaraki to slide down the couch to where the two of you were.

“Tell him where you want him, otherwise he won’t know what to do, I can’t imagine he’s done this before” Dabi encourages.

“Oh shut up” Shigaraki hisses, but he focuses back on you when you grab his hand and bring it to your neck. He insticutally keeps one finger raised, but you push that finger down with the rest deep into the side of your neck limiting the oxygen flowing to your brain, enough to give you that high. Flooded with pleasure you grind down again into Dabi feeling your underwear starting to become uncomfortably wet.

Looking into Shigaraki’s crimson eyes, you could feel them boring into you just as hungry as you felt. He leans in close, lips barely ghosting over your own. You could feel both of your breaths mixing in the millimeters between you two when Dabi gives a harsh tug to both your nipples causing you to gasp. Shigaraki seized this opportunity to violently smash your lips together. Your hand reaches into his hair, gripping for support as the initial ferver and clash of teeth dies down into long passionate tangling of tongues as you explore each other's mouth. His rough lips scratching into your’s was a sensation you’ve imagined many times but none of it lived up to reality. He nipped lightly on your bottom lip making you lean into him more.

Dabi’s hands continued their exploration of your torso, moving down your sides to your hips and around to your ass. He squeezed and kneaded them with his strong fingers. Shigaraki squeezed your neck again sending another rush of euphoria to your head making you moan into his mouth before he pulled away to attack your neck and take over teasing your breasts. You look back at Dabi with hunger in your eyes.

“What now princess? What do you want?” He says with a devilish grin.

You grind down into his cock again which is now hard as ever.

“Uh-uh. Use your words.” he says giving your ass a squeeze.

Shigaraki rolls your nipples in between his harsh fingers sending waves of pleasure and pain throughout your body, causing you to roll your head again and let out a short moan. When you look back at Dabi, you speak in a low breathy tone, almost a whisper.

“Abuse me”

With those few words, Dabi smirks and slips his hands underneath the waistband of your sweats. “As you wish”

Shigaraki continues his attack to your neck sucking and biting, leaving red and darkened patches curving down your shoulder and back. Dabi continued his groping, and you could feel the rough staples scratching at your flesh and his nails digging in harsher than before. His hands slide down the curve of your ass tugging your soiled underwear to the side.

“Hmmm you’re so wet.” Dabi said, ghosting his fingers over your dripping entrance.

“You little whore. Getting so wet for a couple of villains” You shiver at the sensitive touch and degrading words. Gripping to Shigaraki’s shirt and grinding down trying to gain friction, you notice Shigaraki palming himself again. You replace his hand with your own, wrapping your fingers around his clothed cock, squeezing lightly. Shigaraki groaned deeply in your ear, sending vibrations straight to your core while Dabi’s fingers dip slightly into your needy hole but only enough to tease more juices and whimpers out of you. You try to push down onto them only for him to retreat.

“Please...stop teasing” you whine.

“So needy Princess huh? You want my fingers in that little cunt of yours?”

“Yes. Dabi. Please” you didn't care at this point how pathetic you sounded. The pressure in your core was building and you needed to be pushed over the edge.

“Go on...make yourself cum on my fingers. Show me how much you want it,” Dabi said sneering at how desperate you looked. He finally allowed two fingers to sink into you as you lowered your hips again. You were always amazed at how much deeper fingers other than your own could reach, and Dabi’s in particular could reach places you could never dream of finding on your own.

The effect was immediate. You started to roll your hips, bouncing slightly on Dabi’s fingers. You’re grip on Shigarak’s member stalls as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. Shigaraki, displeased by this fact, guides you inside his sweats, pumping himself with your hand. You could feel the precum leaking from his slit as your fingers smear it up and down his shaft. Shigaraki continued his abuse of your flesh, moving down biting and sucking till his teeth latched onto your sensitive nipple. You whine as Dabi’s other hand had found your clit. He twirled it between his fingers letting his nail drag over it. This added stimulation drove you closer sending shivers up your spine.

“Mm close” you whimper as your movements on Dabi’s fingers become sloppy.

“Come on princess. Make yourself cum, make a pretty little mess all over my fingers”

Dabi presses into your clit and you grind down hard again. Dabi wickedly curls his fingers pressing into that soft spot inside you releasing the knot of pressure that had been building in your core.Your legs shake and you clamp down hard onto his fingers which are still moving in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm.

You weakly fall forward onto Dabi’s chest as Shigaraki releases your hand from his dick. You can feel Dabi’s fingers pull out of you and when you open your eyes you see him playing with your sticky release coating his fingers. You watch as Dabi brings his fingers to his mouth, smearing some on his lip and licking it before taking them into his mouth, sucking and cleaning yourself off of him.

“Princess you’re delicious” He says smiling down at you making you blush at the crude compliment.

“My turn to taste'' Shigaraki said, pulling you off Dabi’s lap. He positioned you on your back, your head resting on Dabi’s thigh. As Shigaraki did away with your sweats and underwear, you pulled Dabi’s mismatched lips to yours. The feeling was heavenly. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as he explored your mouth. You tugged needily at Dabi’s shirt and he pulled it off only breaking the kiss for a brief moment.

You savored the wet and slow pace opposite to Shigaraki’s fast and rough, both pleasure in their own ways. You’re breath hitched and you moaned deeply when you felt Shigaraki’s wet tongue lick the length of your core, swiping up the sticky left overs from your previous release.

You look down at Shigaraki. He had positioned himself between your thighs, knees slumped over his shoulders. He was staring up at you licking his lips before attaching himself to your clit sucking at it harshly. You could feel that ball of pressure tighten again in your stomach and you let your head fall back to Dabi’s thigh, eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of the hot wet mouth working at your sex. You’re hand threaded its way into Shigaraki’s silky blue hair, tugging lightly, only making him suck harder.

You felt Dabi’s hand on your cheek and you opened your eyes looking up into his sapphire eyes before he turned your head. You were met with Dabi’s unclothed cock. Your eyes followed the Jacobs ladder of staples up his shaft to the head where you could see a bead of precum sitting at the slit. You smile thinking how in the hell fanfic got this detail right.

“What’re you smiling at? Impressed?”

“Hmm...No piercing, huh? Guess they got that part wrong”

“You people are sick” he says chuckling before directing his dick into your mouth.

You take it gladly bobbing your head down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks before sliding back up, letting your tongue catch on each of the staples. Dabi let out a low groan, putting his hand in your hair to keep it away from your face.

You continue to work your mouth on Dabi’s cock while Shigaraki continues to swipe his tongue through your sensitive folds. You moan around Dabi’s length when Shigaraki slips a finger inside, causing you to buck your hips, pushing his tongue deeper into you.

The vibrations from your tight throat had Dabi pushing your head down taking his entire length. You gagged around his cock, choking for air but that only drove you further into your pleasure. Shigaraki added another finger and started pistoning into you violently while sucking at your clit once again. You moaned, tugging at Shigaraki’s hair, signaling you were close. You could tell Dabi was close too as he took control and started face fucking you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust.

Shigaraki added a third finger stretching you wider and driving you over the edge for the second time as you gasped around Dabi’s cock, legs squeezing around Shigaraki. Your orgasm drove Dabi to the edge as he thrust into you again and kept your head down as your throat tightened around his length. Thick ropes of cum shot from the tip and slid down the back of your throat. You took it all swallowing until you couldn’t breathe anymore pushing Dabi away. You’re head lolled on Dabi’s lap as you recovered from your high.

Dabi was leaning back breathing deeply with his eyes closed. Your brain was still foggy but it wasn’t long until you felt something back against your sex. Looking down you see Shigaraki lining himself up with your entrance, coating his cock in your juices. Your eyes widen at seeing his length out in the open. It was not as decorated as Dabi’s but it held the same presence, being about an inch longer although not as thick as Dabi’s. Shigaraki looks up at you when he lines himself up, the tip merely resting against you, and sees your nervous expression.

“Huh didn’t think I was getting you this wet for nothing. I ain’t wasting a drop of this pussy”

He stared into your eyes as he steadily pushed into you. The stretch was almost unbearable. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to make it through the burning stretch.

“Shit you’re tight. Feels like my dick is in a vice... fuuuuuck… relax” Shigaraki hissed.

You could barely register his voice let alone his request. You could barely breath focusing only on the pain as Shigaraki continued to push against your walls.

“Hey patchwork stop sleeping and get her to breathe”

Dabi shifts underneath you and you feel his hands run down your sides outlining your torso. Even though he didn’t have his quirk, his hands were hot and soothing as they rubbed against your skin.

“Come on Princess.” You open your eyes slightly to see Dabi looking down at you patronizingly.

“You’ve been doing so well,” He said brushing your jaw with the back of his hand. “And you wanna feel good right?”

You nod meekly.

Dabi leans down so his lips are hovering centimeters over yours. The smell of alcohol on his breath tantalizing and his minty scent making your head spin.

“Breathe Princess. Just focus on me” He whispers before putting his lips on yours. You melt into the kiss doing exactly what Dabi says, exhaling through your nose and focusing on the way his cold staples scratch against your skin while his soft tongue dances with your own.

When you break the kiss for air it’s only because Shigaraki has managed to bury himself to the hilt. You can feel him pressing against your cervix deep inside you. You look at him again and find him head tilted back, eyes closed, taking in the feeling of you pulsing around him. Even though you know it’s not out of consideration but pure self indulgence, you're glad that he hasn’t started moving yet as you adjust to his length. Eventually it seems the lust of needing to rearrange your insides trumped being his own personal cockwarmer. His eyes fell on you again as you pulled out till only the tip was inside before bottoming out once again. Each time slowly pulling out only to thrust back in at full force.

You were still adjusting to his length, but soon the burning sensation of being stretched and pounded turned into addicting pleasure. You resumed your kiss with Dabi whose hands had found their way to your breast as Shigaraki increased his pace. Soon you were being knocked senseless by Shigaraki’s ruthless pace. He always has been fast on screen, so why did you think he’d be any different here. Moans and gasps escaped your mouth as the tip of Shigaraki’s cock hit your cervix. Once again the pressure began to build in your core. You began to whimper as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuckkk I’m close. It’s like you're pulling me deeper. So fucking good” Shigaraki panted out falling to his hands on either side of your hips for support. You whimper again and claw at the couch cushions as you could feel yourself just on the brink when Dabi’s hand slides down your stomach and begins rubbing at your clit. You cry out and clamp down hard on Shigaraki legs shaking and eyes rolling back as Dabi’s ministrations send you through your third orgasm of the night.

You feel Shigaraki thrust once more hard and then hot thick jets of white paint your walls. You shudder at the feeling of being pumped full, your sex still milking him of everylast drop. Shigaraki finally pulls out of you and lays back on the couch catching his breath savoring the last waves of his high falling down.

You too were recuperating and limp, unable to move. Your mind was hazy from the alcohol and the relentless stimulation. You were so tired that you didn’t even care about cleaning up but rather drifting off to sleep right there. However you were jostled from these thoughts as Dabi had rolled you off his lap and onto your stomach. You could hardly keep up with his movements as he stood and walked around you. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of hands lifting your hips that you looked back to see Dabi fisting is dick that looked painfully hard. You couldn’t fathom another round right now but you were still so weak from your last high that you didn’t have time to prepare before Dabi thrusted into your already abused hole.

He sighed once he was buried inside you. He leaned down so his chest was hovering above your back the heat making your skin prickle. He leaned down till his breath could be felt on the back of your neck.

“Mhmm… ’m so close already and you’re gonna let me pump you full, aren’t you princess”

You couldn’t respond because your overly sensitive body was already reacting to Dabi's hard cock pressing into you, stretching you wider around his girth. Even though your mind was fading in and out, you involuntarily pressed your hips back to make him go deeper, seeking out the friction your body needed to overdose on.

Dabi was the exact opposite of Shigaraki. He took his time, thrusting in and out, making sure you felt every staple and ridge of his cock dragging against your walls savoring the way they pulled him in. Overstimulation caused tears to form in the corners of your eyes only soft whimpers escaping your mouth. Dabi continued slow and deliberate, letting out low breathy grunts with every thrust. On the edge once more, never fully recovering from before, you were longing to be undone one last time.

“Please Dabi” you mewl.

Dabi snickered in your ear before snaking his hand under you and pressing his fingers to your clit which was all the stimulation you needed to moan out and squeeze around Dabi who came at the feeling of your gummy walls constricting around his pulsing length. You felt his seed fill you up and mix with Shigaraki’s inside you. Dabi dropped down next to you, rolling you onto your side so you were effectively spooning with his cock still inside you. You could hear movement apart from you and Dabi, and in opening your eyes you saw Shigaraki standing pulling up the sweats that were bunched at his thighs. He noticed you staring at him.

“Tch. I don’t cuddle Princess and I gotta piss” His tone was crude but laced with content from having a good fuck. “Don’t let a single drop out Dabi” Shigaraki stated before walking down the hall.

Dabi didn’t respond but seemed to have no intent on moving as you felt his member begin to soften inside you. You couldn’t be more concerned about the implications behind Shigaraki’s comment or the fact that you still had a dick inside you. You were just tired and groggy from the night's events and thankful that you were finally able to be comfortable and close your eyes. You didn’t think Dabi was really a cuddle after sex with a stranger kinda guy but you weren’t complaining. He was warm and made you feel safe despite knowing he would most likely kill you in any other context. You let your eyes close again, head falling onto Dabi’s arm, giving into the waves of exhaustion coming over you.

When Shigaraki came back from the bathroom he found you and Dabi still in the exact same position he left you in. Dabi opened his eyes when he heard Shigaraki come back into the room.

“Is she out?” Shigaraki asked.

“Think so,” Dabi said, finally pulling out of you and tugging the joggers back up to his hips. He slides out from behind you, but you don’t even realize, body only curling inwards at the loss of heat. Dabi stands and looks down at you with Shigaraki. You look so worn out and peaceful. Your body exposed for them, hickeys and bruises forming where Shigaraki ravaged your neck. Your ass is still red from the pounding, and welts forming where Dabi’s strong fingers dug into you. However the best part was probably the shine of slick spread on the inside of your thighs as a stream white cum dribbled from your used hole.

Shigaraki notices this and sits down by your feet.

“What’re you doing?”

“I told you I don’t want any of it out. Got a problem with that?”

“Nope.” Dabi said rolling his eyes and walking away. “I’ve learned to not try and figure out your sick mind”

Shigaraki looked back down at you.

“Good. I have plans for her.” Dabi rolled his eyes again and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Shigaraki ran a hand up your thigh and you flexed at his touch, still unconscious. Shigaraki ran his fingers down the length of your core smearing the juices there before scooping up the stream of cum still leaking out of you and pushing it back inside you. His two fingers easily slipped into your stretched whole, but that didn’t stop a small whine from slipping from your throat. Shigaraki moved his fingers lazily in and out of you pushing the cum deeper. His eyes shot to your face when your hips bucked instinctively against him, your face was scrunched and staggered breaths and sniffs escaping your slightly parted lips, but you were still out, lost in whatever continued fantasy your fatigued brain was conjuring.

Shigaraki pushed into you a few more times selfishly pressing into the soft spot inside you that had you clamp down onto his fingers one last time. You gasped and curled further into a ball. When Shigaraki pulled his fingers out you hummed, face still scrunched, but he got up and left to the kitchen to wash off his hands.

When Dabi came back he met Shigaraki in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water and leaning against the counter.

“What do we do now?” Dabi asked casually.

“Well I don’t know ‘bout you but I’m fucking exhausted”

“Do you really think the rest of the league will be able to figure this out?”

“Kurogiri is smart enough, even if the rest of the league is useless with this sort of thing. However I am curious what this sick twisted universe has to offer us”

“Whatever you say” Dabi says walking back to the couch, and lifting you bridal style. You lean into his warmth as he carries you to your bedroom plopping you down on your bed and closing the door.

When you open your eyes the next morning, you feel your head throbbing against your skull. The bright light streaming in through your window was enough to make you want to stab the sun till it was nothing more than an ember. You closed your eyes again trying to remember the dream you were having but as you searched your brain, pieces of your dream seemed to turn into memories. You shot your eyes open and sat up. It was just a dream right? Realizing you were naked and that your skin felt sticky and dirty was enough to make your head pound harder than before. Wasn’t the fact you were hungover proof enough that last night events had taken place? No, there was still a chance you had just gotten drunk and imagined it all, but you had to be sure. You sprang out of bed and pulled on some loose shorts and a shirt, impatiently throwing open the door and speeding down the hall to where the proof you needed would be.

The living room was lit by the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains. The golden rays illuminated messy blankets and pillows strewn across the couch, an empty rum bottle, a pair of your sweats and tank top buried on the floor, but no one was there. You felt nauseous trying to piece everything together along with the aftermath of the alcohol. You rush to the sink in the kitchen and puke up the contents of your stomach. You grip the counter and close your eyes until you felt more confident in your body's ability to keep everything inside. You slowly open your eyes and look around, mind going back to what happened last night. However you get sidetracked by a bright blue sticky note sticking up from your countertop. Walking over to it you read.

“Kurogiri is a smart man. We’ll be back Princess. PS I want the blood out of my pants.”

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hongism · 4 years

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like you mean it - lucas x reader

➻ pairing: lucas x fem!reader ➻ wc: 3.5k ➻ genre: pwp, smut, fwb ➻ rating: M, 18+ ➻ warnings: explicit smut, oral sex: m receiving, creampie, multiple orgasms, pussy slapping, cum eating, overstimulation, daddy kink, face-fucking, spitting (in the mouth), choking, pain kink ➻ summary: you just want to get lucas to let go a little. him being in a bad mood isn’t helping in the slightest.

A shaky breath leaves your lungs, fogging up the mirror before you. The air in the bathroom is cold and causes goosebumps to rise across your skin. You aren’t wearing much; just a thin black set of lace lingerie that Lucas got you not too long ago. You’ve never had the chance to wear it so this is the first time you’ve even tried it on, let alone in front of your friend.

Friend. The word almost leaves a bad taste on your tongue because you wouldn’t say that the two of you are friends. Friends with benefits, yes. But ‘friends’ is a bit more dangerous and alludes to there being a relationship past this arrangement you two have.

You stand up straight, smoothing your hands over the front of your lingerie set, and then step away from the bathroom counter. Lucas isn’t here yet but you got the abrupt text that he was on his way not too long ago. It was short and sweet – well, not exactly sweet because he seemed to be in a mood over the phone. It got the job done nonetheless though, and you wasted no time getting ready until now. You shouldn’t be nervous because Lucas has seen you in far less than this, but he’s never seen you in something like this either. Despite being his fuckbuddy, there is quite a bit of insecurity tied to it because you’re enough for a fuck but not a relationship. Not that you want one. You don’t. Again, it’s the reason why you make sure the two of you aren’t anything more than friends with benefits. More like associates with benefits, but still.

You step out of the bathroom just as the door swings open. It hits the wall with a loud thud, and Lucas strides through. He’s stripping as he comes in, jacket finding a new home off to the side, and there’s so much tension in his shoulders that they’re nearly raised to his ears. He slams the door shut just as quickly as he opened it. The second the door slams, Lucas begins to strip his shirt off to join the jacket that hit the wall. He doesn’t seem to notice you yet, so you stay by the doorway to the bathroom with your arms folded over your body. Perhaps it was a bad choice to decide to do this today of all days, but you were hoping it could cheer him up a little since he’s in such a bad mood.

You dare to clear your throat. Lucas’ head snaps towards where you’re standing. Hungry eyes eat up your appearance, taking in each line of fabric that leads the eye towards bare skin, and you subconsciously curl further into yourself.

“Hands down,” Lucas orders with ease, and you follow the command without complaint. Your hands fall to your side. Lucas’ eyes continue to rake over your form, taking in every inch of your body until he’s satisfied. “I knew you’d look good and fuckable in that.”

You shift your weight from foot to foot and gnaw at the inside of your lip. You can’t fight the small grin that begins to creep up your lips as you take in the compliment. It sends a surge of heat to your core as well, and you squeeze your thighs together in attempts to eliminate some of the pressure building up there. Lucas is equally scary and sexy when somewhat angry, and if you weren’t about to be fucked by him, you would be more scared than you are currently. However, the whole reason he’s here is to fuck you, so you’re only turned on by the way he shifts his jaw and grinds his teeth as he looks over your form.

You don’t waste any time is going over to where he’s standing near the door. His hands linger on the waistband of his jeans but go no further, and you understand what he wants you to do without him having to say it. You drop to your knees in front of him and replace his hands with your own on his pants. The button and zipper are warm under your touch, and Lucas isn’t aroused yet. It’s most likely due to his anger, and you should know that, but part of you is a bit insulted that he wasn’t turned on immediately when he saw you in the lingerie. So you’re going to work extra hard to make up for it.

You drag his zipper down nice and slow, glancing up at his face through fluttering lashes, and the button pops next. With a quick yank, you tug his jeans down to his knees, leaving only his black briefs in your way. You make short work of them too, however, and his semihard member springs free. Lucas hisses as cold air breezes over his sensitive cock. You use that to your advantage too and dribble warm spit onto the palm of your hand.

“Did you have a rough day?” You ask out of the blue before wrapping your spit-slick fingers around his member. Lucas doesn’t respond, a low groan leaving his lips as you take hold of his cock. You can’t hold back the smile that creeps onto your expression. From all your time together, you can say with confidence that you know every nook and cranny of Lucas’ body, and you know exactly what buttons to push and when.

You squeeze the base of his cock when he doesn’t respond, urging him to reply quicker. Lucas doesn’t like your little show of control over him though. A hand darts out and fingers close around your throat. He tightens his grip ever so slightly and at the perfect angle. It draws a low whine out of you. Arousal blossoms in your gut. He tugs you closer to his hips, a sneer overtaking his lips, and you almost release a throaty moan. Somehow you manage to hold it back long enough for him to get a sentence out.

“What was that, baby girl?”

“N-Nothing.”

“Come again?”

“No-Nothing, Daddy,” you stammer out, trying to swallow. The pressure on your neck makes it a bit difficult to do so, however, and you’re left with an overabundance of saliva in your mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” Lucas smirks down at you. His hand slides away from your throat and catches on one of the straps of the lingerie. With quick fingers, he yanks the material away. “Don’t be shy. You were so confident not too long ago. Why don’t you continue?”

The words spur you on, humiliation burning at your skin, and you release another string of saliva onto his now hardened cock. You move with a bit more haste this time though. Lucas’ hands travel higher as you move, trailing a path up your neck and burying in your hair. Your lips brush the tip of his dick. You manage to take him halfway in one go and drag the flat of your tongue across the underside of his cock. He’s rock hard under your touch, each vein bulges a little, and you trace the lines with your tongue. Lucas’ grip on your hair tightens but he doesn’t take control yet. Rather, he lets you continue your teasing motions; swallowing as you bob along his member, lapping at his slit, sucking at the wrong times intentionally. You are simultaneously pleasing him and frustrating him, and it’s quite a joy to do so. Each movement draws a louder moan from his chest than the last.

Lucas must get fed up with your antics though, because he pulls you off his member by the hair and takes hold of his cock in his free hand. You gasp at the suddenness of his actions, panting as you try to recover some from the lack of air you just suffered. Lucas doesn’t give you long though. He slaps the head of his cock against your lips. It leaves a string of precum between your lips and his dick, and you are eager to lap it up. The taste is pleasantly salty as it hits your tongue. After a second, Lucas pushes his cock back between your lips and bottoms out in an instant. He roughly brushes against your throat. The anger radiating off his body becomes more evident, and his movements get more erratic as he thrusts into your wet heat. He keeps you in place with that ruthless grip on your hair. It’s almost painful the way he keeps slamming against the back of your throat, but each spasm of pain sends another shockwave of arousal to your core. The sensation has you trembling under Lucas, and you know you’re close to getting what you want.

For him to lose all sense of control.

Lucas always fucks you best when he fucks you senseless without a care in the world, the almost ruthless aggression of the way he handles you is nothing short of perfect. You want him to just have his way with you and take you with reckless abandon. The only way to get that out of him is to push those buttons some more. He’s already halfway there, if you just act up and be a bit of a brat, you’re sure you can get what you’re after without any issue.

The pressure that his cock is exerting on your throat is enough to bring tears to your eyes, as is the lack of oxygen. It causes a dull pain to rise in your chest, the slight squeeze only sends shockwaves of arousal through you. The sensation is so good and palpable that you could orgasm right then and there. Lucas seems to notice this, however, and robs you of that incoming orgasm by pulling out of your mouth. You gasp for air, fresh air entering your lungs at last, and Lucas maintains the grip on your hair.

“You like that, baby girl?” He sneers, yanking your hair back to make you look up at him.

“Y-Yes, Da-addy.”

“Like when my fat cock rams against your throat? The pain it brings? You’re a little slut for pain, aren’t you?” He tugs your hair again. A high-pitched whine escapes you at the sensation, affirming his words with the simple motion. “Fuck you look so pretty with tears running down your face like this. Make me wanna fuck you right here.”

You brace your hands on his thighs and squeeze the muscle under your fingers ever so slightly. Lucas hisses at the sensation of your nail dragging over his skin.

“Then do it,” you respond with a teasing lilt to your voice. Lucas’ fingers flex in your hair. You shift and try to lean forward. You manage to get far enough forward to lap at his slit and collect the precum hanging on the tip before Lucas yanks you back again.

“Did I give you permission to do that?”

“No, sir.”

“Then what do you think you’re doing?” Lucas bends at the waist. He hovers over you, teeth gritted as he glares into your ever-playful eyes, and you blink back at him. Excitement swirls in your gut. He’s so close to breaking loose. You could get him there with just a few more teasing antics. You drag your left hand across his thigh, and your fingers ghost over the base of his member. His dick twitches against your touch. That’s the final straw for Lucas, and he smacks your hand away with little effort. You release a small yelp as he tugs your head again, back arching as pleasure shoots through you. Lucas holds you in place as he brings his face closer to yours, and his other hand makes its way to your lips. He pries them open even after you give a teasing bite to his index finger. Once he has your mouth stretched under his fingers, he releases a string of spit onto your waiting tongue. You choke out a giggle at the action, wiggling your tongue a bit before his spit hits you. The hand in your hair disappears, and Lucas shoves you back roughly.

You moan as he pushes you away. Your orgasm is taunting you with its closeness and you just want Lucas to go back to fucking your mouth so you can cum, but he probably won’t allow you to cum anytime soon because of your teasing. The edging is the best part though, and you gnaw on your lower lip, keeping his spit at the forefront of your tongue. Lucas strides towards you and closes the distance between you with calculated steps. His hand wraps around the back of your head and entangles in your hair once more. He falls to his knees, joining you on the floor, and places one knee on either side of your reclining form. He uses his free hand to guide his cock back to your mouth, and it seems that you’ll be getting what you want after all. You drop your jaw without being told to, the spit still collected on your tongue. Lucas growls at the sight. He thrusts all the way into your mouth without any hesitation and hits the back of your throat in an instant. You gag around his cock, and just that one thrust is enough to cause an orgasm to crash over you. You moan around him, legs jerking and thrashing until Lucas presses down on them to stop your frantic movements.

Lucas keeps fucking your mouth with erratic thrusts as you recover from the sudden orgasm. He only stops when his own high hits. Hot cum spills into your mouth and down your throat. You cough as he pulls out, cum still leaking from his member and dribbling down your chin. Lucas sits back on his heels. His chest heaves from the intense exertion he just put himself through, and your own chest matches the movements. One of his large hands drags over the front of your lingerie, tracing the strap he pulled down already to the curve of your breasts. A low groan slips out. Both hands come down to your hips, and Lucas tugs you up with little effort, securing your legs around his waist before standing up straight again.

“Feeling better?” You ask with a smile to your lips. You drape your arms over his shoulders and lean forward to capture his mouth with your own. He meets you halfway, not even caring about the excess cum still on your lips and face. When he pulls back though, he brings a hand up to collect the rest of his seed and pushes it between your lips. You lick his fingers clean, swirling your wet muscle over the length of his digits.

“You’re so fucking sexy in this getup.”

“Shut up and rail me.”

“Sorry, princess, but you don’t make the rules,” Lucas says through a smirk. You blink at him twice then suddenly you are no longer in his arms. You squeal as you fall to the mattress of your bed without warning, heart racing erratically in the confines of your chest. Lucas pushes your legs open. He brings one of those large hands down to the bottoms of your lingerie. You gasp as he brushes over your clit, the lace rubbing against your skin in just the right way. Even if less angry,‌ Lucas is still quite impatient, and he doesn’t seem to be in the mood to tease and edge you tonight. He loops the material around his fingers and yanks it down. The thin lace gives way under his touch, tearing as he pulls it.

“Come on, Lucas, these were brand new,” you complain as you hear the fabric rip. Lucas brings the flat of his hand down against your pussy. You jerk, back arching off the bed, and a surprised whine escapes you. You clasp a hand over your lips.‌ The sound that just left your body is one you’ve never emitted before, and you’re shocked that Lucas drew it out with such ease. When you glance up at his face, he’s maintaining the same smirk as before. Then he slaps your bare cunt again. You release the same whine again, hand flying down to grab Lucas’ forearm.

“Do you like that, slut?”

“H-Hold on, I’m gonna – I’ll c-cum, ho-old on, Lu-Lucas–ah!” You thrash under his touch as he repeats the motion again.

“You’ll cum again? From having you pussy slapped like this?” Lucas chuckles. He snaps his wrist, palm making contact with your folds again. The slight sting that emanates from where he hit you is almost too much for you to handle, especially so soon after you came the first time. Lucas doesn’t let up though; he uses his left hand to spread your folds open then slaps right against your sensitive bud. You clench around nothing, crying out from the waves of pleasure that wash over you with each slap.

“Pl-Please, Daddy, Da-addy, please. I-I need to c-cum. Please, please, please. Ple-ease let me cum,” you beg desperately, fingers clawing at the mattress as your orgasm continues to escape your grasp. Lucas merely releases a small laugh. He traces over your folds with two fingers, coating them with your arousal, then dips then into your core. You whine as he immediately begins to stretch you open. He curls the fingers inside you, narrowly missing your sweet spot. He continues to dodge it, and you know it’s on purpose because of the glint in his eyes. You thrash under him, desperate to get his fingers deeper inside you.

As soon as he notices your efforts, Lucas pulls his fingers out and slaps your clit. That’s the final straw though, and your orgasm tears through you. A cry of pleasure falls from your lips. Lucas doesn’t wait for you to recover from the orgasm, and you’re still going through the motions of it when he pushes his cock into your clenching entrance. You keep clenching as he thrusts in, the tightness of your walls around him causing him to hiss as he bottoms out.

“F-Fuck, you’re tight,” he says between gritted teeth. He pulls out all the way, and you brace yourself for a harsh thrust but it doesn’t come. Instead, he slaps the back of your thigh lightly. “Turn over. I want you on all fours.”

You follow the command with shaky and weak muscles; two orgasms are already catching up to you, and both were more intense than you’re used to. You manage to pull yourself up and turn over for Lucas nonetheless. He lines up with your entrance again. One sharp thrust and your arms give out under you. You fall facefirst to the bed with a huff of air leaving your lips, ass still perched high for Lucas to fuck into, and you grip the comforter for dear life as he builds up a ruthless pace. Each thrust feels like a battering ram against your cervix, his thick member stretches you wide open, and the only noises you can make are gasps and moans. Lucas is in a similar predicament; throaty groans escape him with each thrust.

The force of his thrusts never let up even as they begin to stutter. Lucas’ next orgasm is coming quickly, and you’re determined to cum at the same time as him. You snake a hand down your abdomen and find your clit, rubbing small circles against it as Lucas fucks into you with enthusiasm. Your bud is sensitive to the touch from two orgasms, and each rub over it causes a small whine to escape you. You barely even have to move your fingers. With Lucas’ harsh thrusts, he pushes your body forward and causes your clit to rub against the pads of your fingers.

A scream tears through your chest as the blinding white light of a third orgasm crashes over you. Your body goes slack under Lucas’ thrust, muscles quaking and trembling, and pleasure continues to wrack your form as Lucas cums into your tight heat. You moan again at the sensation of his cum filling you up, squeezing around his cock to keep him in you a little while longer.

“You’re sexy when you’re angry,” you huff out, basking in the afterglow of the sex. Lucas’ chest heaves as he musters up a response. He slowly pulls out of you. You clench around nothing, the sensation of emptiness taking over your form.

“Suck a left nut.”

“Only if you ask me to.”

☽ ☾

➻ requested by: @baekhyyun ➻ prompts:

“You’re sexy when you’re angry.”

“Suck a left nut.”

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tokoyamisstuff · 3 years

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Betrothed Ch. 5 - Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Chapter 5 - Balmy

Summary: Your husband gradually learns what it means to crave you. But his trauma reaches deeper than you could imagine.

Warnings: Oral sex (male recieving), Angst.

Words: 2255

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A/N: Fun fact I wrote this at 2am on the Tumblr App kill me

"I didn't know you were a dancer!”

"I'm not" your husband retorted while effortlessly swirling you around and catching you in his arms.

You didn't expect him to be this good when you persuaded him into dancing, calling it ‘exercise’ so he’d agree. Well, to be perfectly honest, you just wanted to enjoy being close to him.

Of course he had perfect control over his body. It was Illumi, after all.

"You're so amazing" you whispered into his shirt, cheek pressed against his chest as both of you slowly moved to the music.

His heartbeat was always so calm, wildly different from yours.

"And you should not idolize me."

Looking up to the tall man, you stared at him with interrogating eyes. "Why?

"I told you already. I'm a monster."

His words only made you deepen the embrace, your fingers almost tearing on his clothes as they ran down Illumi's back.

"It's true, Y/N. I need to kill in order to feel alive." As if he could read your thoughts, Illumi reassuringly pat your head. "Don't be sad."

How could you not be?

The past months of your marriage were very troublesome for your husband - and you knew very well that you were the reason for it.

You were slowly but steadily tearing down the wall he had so carefully built around his conscience, making him question his actions and the indoctrination of his family.

It would still be a long way, but you were sure that all of this was very confusing for him.

You had figured that Illumi had been a very sensitive child in the past, mentally broken to fit into the life of an assassin.

The dance came to a sudden hold when you grabbed his shirt, forcing him down to your height for a kiss.

Your husband would always give in to your touch, even though he felt like his lips would stain your bright self.

"Let...let me prove you wrong, Lumi" you breathed into his mouth as your lips parted, leading his hands to your waist. "Please."

He wanted to object or ask what you meant, but you already intertwined your hands with his, signalizing him to follow your lead.

Right now, the only thing in your mind was to help him feel human again.

Only a few minutes later, you found yourself entering the bedroom to an already naked Illumi.

It was oddly surprising that Illumi had accepted your wish so quickly, making you even more nervous.

This was no time to be unsure: You were determined to be his.

Were you really ready?

Get yourself together, damn it!

"Do you like it?" you shyly asked, presenting your bare form to your husband. "How do I look?"

Of course you could've chosen nice lingerie, but you wanted him to see you as you were.

Pure and vulnerable. He should know you inside out.

Of course Illumi had his own way of approving.

"Acceptable" he spoke after taking in your appearance as if to evaluate you. "I guess common people would be aroused by the sight."

At least the awkwardness of your husband managed to brighten up the atmosphere.

You snorted at his comment as you climbed into the bed with him. "I take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one." His eyes were practically glued to you, running up and down your body.

Illumi was stiffly laying on his back, seemingly on high alert for whatever reason.

"Touch me all you like, Lumi." This was both your first time, so why not experiment on what felt good for both of you?

His body was a sight for the sore eyes, raven hair contrasting his delicate porcellain skin.

And little did you know he felt the same about you.

Just the way he was raised, Illumi listened to the command.

His fingertips were ghosting over your shoulders, adorably unaware about how to start.

"Go on" you praised with an affirming voice, smiling at him as brightly as possible.

With swift movements, Illumi's hand ran over your chest, along your waist to your hips, softly squeezing the flesh on your thight.

"No no, it's fine." You touched his cheek, leading his lips to yours once again.

A soft moan escaped your lips, making him blink at the foreign sound.

Illumi felt his chest tighten alone at the possibility of having hurt you.

The soft kiss soon turned more wild, almost exploring as your tongue ran over his lips before entering his mouth.

Of course he was going along with everything, but his lack of reaction made you unsure, so you pulled back.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? There's no need to rush."

You were flattered by your husband's worry and care, yet it felt like he was getting cold feet himself.

Straddling his waist, you felt a sudden confidence blooming in your chest.

Making Illumi feel good would suffice for today.

You had so much as the rest of your lives together, after all.

"Never been more sure about anything in my life" you whispered into his ear, starting placing tender kisses from his air along his neck, stopping at the shoulder.

Slowly but steadily, you began to work your way down - hands firmly caressing his sides as you simultaneously traced his chest and belly with kisses, leaving goosebumps along the way.

This was your work, you told yourself. You had that kind of effect on him.

As soon as you marked his loin with yet another, smooth kiss, your husband stopped you.

"Y/N" he breathed out and for a second he had to actually pull himself together. "There's no need for that. I can start whenever I want."

There it was again - his perfect self-control.

Of course you knew he didn't need any foreplay. His body would listen to his every command. It was trained to function, after all.

You felt something hard twitching under you, making you feel a sudden heat into your guts.

But that was not the point. And not what you wanted, either.

“Please, Lumi...”

No answer. That meant you may continue.

“Let me try something” you almost begged as you placed yourself between his parted legs, hands running up his thighs.

Illumi didn't seem to disapprove.

Lust was enhancing your senses a thousandfold, knowing one of the most deadliest assassins was laying right under you - completely at your mercy.

He wasn’t ticklish. Of course he wasn’t.

But you could feel that the way your fingers dancing over his lends still prickled on his skin. “How does it feel?”

“Not bad, i think.” His eyes were hard to read at that moment, laced with many emotions at once.

Of course he had masturbated some times before. He was still a functioning human being, sometimes unable to resist those natural needs.

But it has always been mechanical and rough, to get rid of that bothersome feeling as quick as possible.

Yet the sensations you teached Illumi right now were foreign to him. Pleasure, want, closeness...He was both intrigued and afraid of them.

And he knew he needed more.

Grabbing his shaft and rubbing the tip with your thumb, you demanded “Not enough. I want to make you feel good.”

And your husband trusted you enough to let anything you planned for him to happen.

You knew Illumi was secretly afraid of losing control.

Killing. Needlemen.

Manipulating his siblings.

All of this were desperate attempts to try and gain back at least a fraction of control he lost due to his upbringing - even if it was only an illusion he created himself.

So this moment, right here and now, was a very vunerable one.

"Beautiful" he spoke in a low voice, caughing you off guard.

If you weren't already that aroused, you'd probably get incredibly jittery - but right now, it only strenghtened your wish to exchange all of his hurt with full pleasure.

So instead of answering, you focused completely on him.

A sound of pleasure escaped your throat, wetting your lips as you lowered yourself onto him.

His cock sprung up taunt while you ran your tongue over it, and he sharply breathed in.

In your arousal, you began pumping his cock and simultaneously fondledwith his balls as you gently sucked the tip.

As you tried to swallow as much of his lenght as you could, you looked up into Illumi’s indifferent eyes. They were stuck on you, eagerly observing every single move and sound you made.

The relaxation you felt in his body was quickly replaced with a positive tension, his hands trying to assist holding you in place as you found his weak spot.

Your grip on his shaft was firm yet soft, enhancing the speed as you noticed how his hips began moving on it’s own, basically thrusting into your mouth.

Tasting drips of his precum only made you go wilder, moaning in extasy as you bobbed up and down on his pulsating cock.

Frantically moving your head, you tried to figure out what felt good for your husband, noticing every little twitch or shift.

Suddenly, you felt his cock swell one last time, growing thick in your mouth as he balled a fist in the sheets.

Strings of cum filled your cheeks as he fully pushed your head onto his cock, squinting his eyes together as he let out a deep, aggravated sigh.

Your look wouldn't falter as you observed his expression. Illumi's unaffected look quickly returned, petting your head as he watched you swallow his seed.

Illumi abruptly brought you into his arms, kissing you as if he needed to breathe you in while the afterwaves of his orgasm shook through his body.

"What a waste" he mumbled into your lightening up face as you tried ti calm down from that breathtaking moment.

"But you came!" you retorted cheerfully, snuggling onto his chest as he placed an arm around you. “Can’t be all that bad, you grinch.”

Illumi furrowed his brows as you poked his forehead, before burying his face into your neck. "Well, guess I didn't want to disrespect your efforts."

For a moment, you thought to recognize disappointment in his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. It felt...great." Illumi absentmindedly pecked a kiss on your forehead. "But I didn't do anything for you."

“Oh, dear!” you chuckled shyly, already pleasured just from seeing him cum. “You have more than enough time to repay me. The next lession will be that, then?”

“Whatever.”

“See? You’re a kind person...in some ways.” Your aura was hard to bear for Illumi at some times. It was so pure and full of honest affection - nothing he could ever understand how he deserved something like that.

“You don’t need friends.”

Illumi was still wide awake, watching over you like a guard dog. Yet while you were sleeping soundly, he couldn’t get the voice of his mother out of his head. And the statement - no, the commandment - he passed on to his younger siblings.

“They’ll all eventually betray you some day. And even if they don’t: You’ll grow tired of them, ultimatively ending up killing them.”

A blurry face flashed in front of his inner eye - yes. He had almost forgotten. He had a friend back then. One of the butlers in training, and probably the only one who wasn’t afraid to aproach him.

But in the end, young Illumi killed him. It was an accident, really. As a child, he had a great temper and couldn’t contain his powers very well.

Illumi didn’t know how to properly interact with people. So just as he saw his family treating people they cared about, he wanted to control his only friend. Manipulated and abused him. Maybe he went a bit overboard.

And when he saw the boy getting along with someone else, Illumi snapped.

“Friends are obsolete” his mother consoled him back then. “Family are the only persons that matter.”

After that, Illumi never dared to make friends again. Not because he wasn’t keen of his family’s displeasure, no.

He was afraid of hurting them because of what he was.

“Y/N will end up betraying you...How could she ever love you the way you are? You have no right to have friends.”

The words in his head got louder and louder, spiraling into a dangerous pit of despair.

“One day, Y/N will see what kind of monster you are and run from you to save herself.”

Wait.

There was another way.

His mind was racing, but he already felt a needle in between his fingers.

Like this, you would always be loyal. You could never leave or betray you.

His breathing hitched as he realized your eyes were suddenly wide open.

"What are you brooding about?"

It just made no sense.

Even half-asleep you should be able to see the needle and read the situation - yet you opened your arms wide for a hug.

"Y/N..."

"You won't do it."

Illumi couldn't keep his mouth closed at how firm your words were.

Why did you doubt a madman like him couldn't do something that fit his profile so well?

"How are you so sure?"

You cupped his face in your hands, slowly bringing it down to yours.

And then it dawned to him: He knew the answer all along.

"Because I love you, Illumi Zoldyck."

"You wha-" Bringing your lips onto his, you silenced any attempt of arguing about that fact.

Not even your husband himself could change the way you were feeling.

You knew those words held too much meaning for him to ever understand. But it didn't matter if he was able to feel the same. You'd always stay at his side. That was enough for you.

At that moment, he couldn't help but wonder what you made him become.

"My life already belongs to you, Lumi.”

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nari-nim · 4 years

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watermelon sugar high (M)

Treasure Jihoon x Y/N

You pay Jihoon’s dorm a visit, bearing a few gifts to celebrate a break in his promotions. When your time gets interrupted by a phone call, dom!Jihoon takes advantage of the situation to tease sub!fem!reader until you cannot take it anymore.

warnings: smut, dom/sub themes, intense foreplay, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, corruption and strength kinks, mentions of bondage

word count: 2.2k

“Thank you, y/n. You’re the best!” Junkyu crowed, eagerly stabbing the straw into his cup of watermelon juice. Jihoon chuckled as a few members chorused in agreement.

“She is, isn’t she?” Jihoon cooed, moving his arm from around your shoulder to rub small circles on your waist.

“Please just drink yours before all the ice melts.” You gently swatted at his shoulder, earning his trademark eye smile in return. Jihoon made kissy faces at you while waving a tissue as his makeshift white flag. You laughed and made a gagging noise in return, earning a symphony of “oohs.” But before Jihoon could make a sassy retort, your phone rang.

“Sorry guys, give me a minute,” you said, glancing apologetically over at Jihoon, whose eyes were already on yours. A soft pout slowly took over his gentle, loving expression. This wasn’t the first time your friend had called you in the middle of your time together, but Jihoon always understood.

By way your expression changed, Jihoon knew that he wasn’t the only one slightly put off by the interruption. But I can make this fun, Jihoon thought, biting his lips in anticipation. After blurting some quick excuse, he followed you into his room. You smiled at him in question when he shut the door behind him. Jihoon shrugged his shoulders cutely in response and mouthed “cuddles.”

Innocent enough.

If it weren’t for the show of taking off his sweater in a swift motion, to briefly (and purposely) reveal his lower stomach and boxer hem. Or the way he then adjusted his shirt underneath to made sure you could see how it clung to his frame.

Your mouth felt a little dry, but you pushed aside those very unholy thoughts and crawled into his outstretched arms. While your friend started telling you about the interview she just crushed, you found yourself slowly tuning her out as you snuggled up against Jihoon. It wasn’t that her tales weren’t interesting, it was how you somehow always forgot how truly fit Jihoon is until your run your hand across his chest like you are now. Something about the way his abs felt through the soft T-Shirt started a numbing sensation near the bottom of your stomach. Suddenly, all you could think about was how scandalous it would be if you interrupted her riveting tale of the resume review with sounds of Jihoon slapping your ass while driving into you, drawing out your most sinful moans.

You close your eyes and buried your face into his chest, taking in the smell of fresh laundry and a small splash of your favorite cologne, to force yourself to calm down. Little did you know, Jihoon was suppressing a cheeky grin. He guided you to face away from him and towards the mirror across his room. He held you on his lap in a warm embrace, winking at your reflection before burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. His lips, still cold from the watermelon juice, sent chills down your spine as he pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses against the spot right below your ear.

“Yeah, that’s amazing,” you replied to your friend, clearing your throat to try to ignore the effect Jihoon has on you. You unconsciously shift a little, because god that tingling sensation between your legs was getting so hard to ignore. The movement slightly lifted your shirt, allowing Jihoon’s fingertips to accidentally graze on the lace fringe of your panties peaking out of your shorts. His fingertips felt hot on your stomach as you both freeze. You felt him stiffen underneath you, and your breath hitched.

Oh my god, you internally groan. This wasn’t how he was supposed to see what you were planning on revealing later that night (in another setting that’s NOT the damn dorm room with minors down the hall). Jihoon bought you this pair because it reminds him of that particular night when he tied you against your headboard with lacy ribbons, and then mercilessly ate you out again and again, until the ribbons left marks on your wrists. He’s sentimental like that.

Shyly, you peaked at the mirror to see his face. Your eyes widened at the sight. Jihoon’s hooded eyes bore into yours as he slowly ran his tongue across his parted lips. Normally, he would have thrown you against some surface and taken you right then and there until you all you could do was scream his name incoherently. But you knew that cocky smirk only meant he had other ideas in mind. You bit your lip, curious where Jihoon was taking this.

“Y/n? You there?” Your friend asked, noticing the silence. Oh, if only she could hear your thoughts.

You felt him move his head against yours, signaling you to look into mirror and at his dark expression. He nodded at you pointedly. You gulped, and took a shaky breath. “Yes— yes. What did the guy say-”

You quickly cut yourself off because Jihoon use the very moment you started speaking to moved his hands up from your panties and under your shirt to press his palms against your clothed breasts. You threw your head back at the feeling of his hands pleasuring your hardened nipples through the thin fabric. That sensation always leaves you reeling and he knows that. It took you everything to hold back a whine. So instead you pressed your lips together and mumbled some affirmative response to your friend. Jihoon’s hands push aside the bralette to fit your nipples in the valley between his index and middle fingers as he continued to massage your boobs. Instinctively, you moved the phone as far away as your arm would allow and let out a low whimper.

Wrong move. Jihoon grabbed your outreached hand and yanked the phone back next to your ear. In the other, he hissed, “You wouldn’t want to stop the call now would you, babygirl?”

You shook your head frantically, biting back whimpers at the pet name.

“That’s what I thought.”

Jihoon used the pause to sit you on top of his right thigh so he could take off your top. You couldn’t help but start rocking gently against the toned muscles. He grabbed your waist and stilled you, growling “behave” into your ear. Obediently, you stopped as he tossed your shirt across the bed.

“Good girl,” Jihoon praised. As a reward, Jihoon swiped his fingers across your parted lips, and slid his index in. Grateful for some form of purchase, you eagerly hallowed your cheeks and sucked on his finger, coating his digit with your tongue. He admired the glazed look in your eyes, the dark blush coloring your cheeks, and the desperate ‘o’ formed around his now two fingers.

No one, Jihoon mused, would ever see you like this past your seemingly innocent facade. At that thought, he realized just how impatient he was getting. His hard on throbbed in agreement. So to help the both of you out, Jihoon reached over to enable speakerphone to tell your friend how you had to go.

You almost cried out in relief, because this means you can end this torture and grab his shirt and—

The speakerphone kicked in just in time for him to hear your friend say, “So what do you think I should do?”

On a second thought, Jihoon mused, Maybe not.

Fuck, you internally screamed.

Jihoon could tell you knew exactly what was going through his mind from the little gasp that escaped your lips. His subsequent realization that you were still going to listen to him despite the increasingly wet spot seeping through his grey sweats almost made him groan. As you collected your breath to start answering, he quickly pulled down your shorts to reveal the damp, pretty little thing you wore underneath. Now he groaned. You looked ravishing.

“You good, y/n? You sound kinda breathless.”

This was getting too much for you to handle. You wanted to follow Jihoon’s instructions, but you needed to hang up on her. Through your lightheadedness, you reasoned that she would understand. Understand the way you could feel Jihoon’s dick pressing against you, promising everything you can’t have at the moment. Understand the way his eyes were practically fucking you through your lingerie made your walls clench around nothing and how that frustrated you to no end.

“You know what? No, I actually really need to go. I’m—”

Jihoon chose this movement to press his palm against your clothed core, rubbing a gentle circle before slipping past the lace and using his middle and ring fingers to rub into your clit. Hard.

You moaned. Loud.

That was it. Face aflame, you tore out of Jihoon’s lap and to the safety of his desk. You profusely apologized into the phone, hung up without letting her reply, and slammed your phone down.

“You can’t-“ you cried, whipping around. Jihoon didn’t let you finish. He slammed his right hand against the wall, trapping you between the desk and his now shirtless torso. His left hand pressed the back of your neck into a searing kiss. You moaned, the longing finally over. He tasted like the watermelon juice--sugary, sweet, and ever so nice. His lips molded into yours, swallowing the sigh of relief as you brought your hands up to run through his golden locks. Jihoon grunted as you tugged, the sound making your knees rubber. He responded by pressing his lips harder into yours. You grasped onto his shoulders for support to return the deepened kiss with gusto. You whimpered as his tongue swirled into your mouth, circling against your tongue and muffling your strings of moans.

You had to feel more of him. Jihoon must’ve felt you tense because he readily caught you as you jumped up to latch your body to his, wrapping your limbs around him. His biceps bulged as he moved an arm from the bottom of your thighs to feel up your ass as he pressed you against the wall. You grinded against his dick, now barely contained by his briefs, seeking release from the relentless teasing earlier. Jihoon compiled to your pleasant surprise, moving his hips in rhythm to yours. You gasped and panted as you started to reach your high.

Just as you started to see stars, Jihoon broke off the heated kiss and lifted you away from him. It felt illegal—how strong his is, how he was able to man handle you like that, how needy you were.

“Tell me,” he panted. “What can’t I do?”

You whined, wanting more of him. In the spur of the moment, you forgot how Jihoon never forgets talking back. You shook your head in frustration and tried to press back against him. Your mistake. Jihoon pulled back further and he slammed your back into the wall. His hand shot up to grab your chin, fingers pressing into your cheek. He leaned in, his lips ghosting against yours. “You need to use your words, you little slut. What. Can’t. I. Do.”

You let out a strangled cry, now more deprived than ever. “Nothing, Jihoon. I’m yours, yours, all yours.”

Tears prickled up in your eyes. You were so desperate for him. It’s been weeks since he last touched you like this, and he knew how to push your buttons almost too well. You were not a stranger to edging thanks to Jihoon, but the pain of denial was quickly onsetting and you just needed him so badly.

Jihoon eyes widened a little, not expecting the tears already. He grip on your loosened ever so slightly. “Color?”

You took a shaky breath. “Yellow.”

“Please,” you continued, breathing hard. “Please, Jihoon. Please just fuck me.”

He rested this forehead against yours for a second as if to gather himself. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your shoulder before taking a step back.

“On the bed, now.”

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Her arm itches, a deep graze stretching from her elbow to her wrist and smarting in a way that makes Ellie examine it closely, as though she may be bitten. She wasn’t though. Riley had saved her and she didn’t save Riley. It was a blur after that. -- prompt: family, day 4 of elliedina week Ellie's mother doesn't die but Ellie still grows up alone. Ellie was never bitten but she still goes on a journey. Alternative Universe where I ignore two specific parts of canon.

(day 1: ache) | (day 2: dawn) | (day 3: trouble)

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Warmth

Family is a complicated word until it isn’t.

She’s never known it until she does.

Marlene is the one who finds her after Riley.

Ellie is a bundle of raw nerves, cheeks stained with tears and speckled with blood. She doesn’t think she has anything left to give.

It was meant to be a special night and for a blissful moment it was.

And then it wasn’t.

Riley had been bitten. She saved Ellie’s life and Ellie wasn’t able to save hers.

Riley was her best friend, her person, her something. Her someone with one foot out the door who just agreed to stay.

And now it would be Ellie clinging to Marlene, considering pledging to the Fireflies in her place because one more moment in Boston would make her heart hurt too much.

There must be something extra special in the air, perhaps a shared sense of mourning or grief, maybe Marlene had been more attached to Riley or Ellie than she let on, but she shares something new with Ellie. She knows her mother, a Firefly who was stationed in a lab out west. Still alive.

Ellie isn’t sure if its rage or tears building inside of her, too exhausted to form words or find her way through her emotions.

Mothers were meant to protect and hers clearly hadn’t.

Abandonment was hard to rationalise, but it felt very much like her grief was due to her mother and if she’d never known Riley then Riley would’ve never known her. They’d both be fine and Riley would be alive and her chest wouldn’t hurt like this.

The realisation couldn’t have been recent, it didn’t make sense that Marlene hadn’t told her before. She admits to keeping tabs on Ellie but doesn’t specify why she stayed away.

The offer to journey west with Marlene feels like a form of salvation. She had considered returning to the military school but couldn’t go through with it.

She had cycled rapidly through the first four stages of grief without ever touching acceptance, pacing and screaming and crying for hours. Riley sat resigned in a corner, staring at the gun in her lap as sweat began to build on her brow.

She gave Ellie the gun for protection, kissed her one last time and asked her to walk away.

It was a blur after that.

Marlene gets hurt, Ellie gets lumped with two smugglers and the Capitol building is full of dead Fireflies.

Ellie is fairly certain that either Joel or Tess used to a be parent. Potentially both. Potentially together? She isn’t sure. She overhears bits and pieces of hushed conversations, arguments about how far they are taking her and whether its worth finding the Fireflies and her mother.

Ellie isn’t entirely sure to be honest, the road is gruelling but she’s moving somewhere. Forward, onwards. It’s not like she can move back, and its not like she can stay with Joel or Tess. So onwards it is.

Bill’s town is a shit hole, Pittsburgh is a nightmare, and the suburbs outside of Pittsburgh sends her spiralling. Did Riley turn that way? Fall asleep and wake into oblivion? Was Riley still in there?

Her last conversation with Sam loops over and over in her brain, interrupted occasionally by Tess checking in. Asking and caring in a way that Ellie doesn’t deserve.

“Joel doesn’t handle grief well,” Tess says openly.

Ellie’s eyes flick over to watch Joel ahead of them.

“He pushes it down and refuses to speak about it, but you don’t have to do that,” Tess says, squeezing Ellie in a side hug as they walk. “I’m here whenever you need to speak, or whenever you wanna be silent.”

Ellie nods along but keeps it inside.

Joel shows care differently. He’s gruff and matter of fact and if there’s nothing that needs to be said then he says nothing. It takes Ellie a while to pick up on it because he’s Joel but he always makes sure she eats enough, that she’s between him and Tess, and he makes her put on a jacket when the weather changes.

The first time they meet Tommy is a turning point. They have power and a town and its nothing like the Boston QZ. Or Bill’s town. Or Pittsburgh.

It’s tempting.

Why rush after an unknown entity? A mother in the distance who abandoned her? Who she’d never known? Would their shared blood just make things click? The destination, the conclusion, the end. And what then? Would they get along?

Would Tess and Joel leave?

They wouldn’t stay.

Would Ellie stay?

Ellie’s lost in thought when the attack happens. Tess is immediately on her, making her crouch down under a table as Maria guards the door.

It happens and then it’s over.

They stay one night in Jackson and then they continue.

Ellie tries to call things off. It seems like a safe place to stay, Tommy and Maria said they could come back if the university labs in Eastern Colorado didn’t pan out.

“We’ve come this far, Ellie,” Joel says resolutely.

“You should be with your family, Ellie,” Tess affirms. “It’s rare to have that in this world.”

Ellie clenches her jaw. She’s never known family, never felt it… so how would she know?

“We should at least go to this university.”

And so they do.

It’s another bust.

In a long string of bad luck, nothing changes.

The buildings are deserted, there’s some fucked up infected monkeys, a dead scientist and another location to trek to.

And then there’s FEDRA soldiers.

She’s never been more thankful for Tess in her life.

“There’s three in the building across from us, they’ll head this way soon,” Tess says curtly. “Let’s head two rooms back, wait for them in the hallway. Gunfire will bring more so we’ll hold our positions. Agreed?” Her voice is gruff, almost an imitation of Joel’s and despite the adrenaline rushing through Ellie’s veins, Ellie smiles.

Times moves slowly, the gun is Ellie’s hand is solid and she’s got five bullets which is more than normal so she feels confident.

The soldiers slowly drop.

They wait five minutes at each floor, slowly advancing forward.

Joel bounces his knee as they hide, and Tess divides her time between scanning the entryways and windows and glaring at Joel to ensure he plays by her rules.

They escape relatively unscathed. Joel is bleeding from the temple, his face a mess of red that Tess reassures Ellie is fine. Tess has a bullet graze on her upper arm, a worn grey bandage tied haphazardly over it to stop the blood flow but Ellie thinks it might just make the wound infected. Ellie’s tired, shallow cuts and grazes line her right side from falling onto shattered glass, her head is pounding and she’s over it.

She cries that night. Feeling alone and scared and stupid.

Family is dumb and overrated.

It’s clearly not for her.

Her mother had decided long again.

If her mother didn’t want her then she didn’t want her mother.

She curls into a ball in her sleeping bag, safe elsewhere but feeling unsafe. She presses her fists to her eyes as though it’ll stop her tears and she just shakes, her body wracked with sobs.

A warm hand falls on her back. It’s large and solid and just resting there.

She knows its Joel but can’t bear to look at him.

Tess strokes her hair where it meets the nape of her neck, and Ellie wants to sink into the ground just as much as she doesn’t want them to stop.

She doesn’t speak and neither do they.

From where they are in eastern Colorado, Jackson is northwest, and Salt Lake City is west. Its only a few days travel from Salt Lake City to Jackson on horseback. Tess takes the time the following morning to show Ellie on a map.

“If we’re heading back that way anyway, then it’s worth it to check,” Tess tells Ellie, tracing the route they’d take and informing her of their decision more than anything else.

“It’s not worth anything,” Ellie replies, scuffing her shoes on the ground.

“It’s your mum,” Joel says simply.

“Has someone told her that?” Ellie mutters.

Joel and Tess both grimace, sharing a look. Ellie knows family is complicated, she’s been told this and now she’s experiencing it.

“Ellie, she’s your-”

The rage bubbles up inside her before she can stop it. “Everyone I’ve ever loved has either died or left me,” Ellie says with a raised voice, her hands shaking jerkily in front of her. She’s tense and full of energy and she wants to punch something. She can feel tears coming and her throat is dry and it’s too much.

“Ellie-”

“So why should I run after someone who’s already left me?” Ellie yells. “Why should it be this hard? Why do we have to risk this much? Why do you have to risk anything at all?”

They say nothing. Ellie can see pity in their eyes, and before she can stop herself, she punches a tree.

It doesn’t make her feel better.

Joel bandages her hand, three of her knuckles split. He’s gentler than she’s ever seen him and it makes her feel small for some reason.

“Kiddo, we don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Joel says in a low tone. “You can- You can choose, it should be your choice.”

“It can’t be for nothing,” Ellie says bitterly, emotions swirling inside of her.

“If it doesn’t work,” Tess says, patting Ellie’s knee. “Then you don’t have to stay.”

“Where else can I go?” Ellie asks, squeezing her eyes shut, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“There’s always Jackson,” Tess offers.

“But- I-”

“With us,” Joel says awkwardly. “If- if you wanted.”

Ellie’s throat is tight.

“I could teach you how to play guitar,” he offers. “I reckon you’d like that.”

“Maybe,” Ellie says softly.

And they continue on.

The journey from Colorado to Salt Lake City isn’t an easy one. Nothing was ever easy.

The weather gets colder which makes it harder to navigate, harder to find food, and harder to sleep.

She feels more as they get closer. More scared, more nervous, more anxious.

Just more.

She struggles to make sense of it, not sure what she’s looking for or what they’ll find. What she’s already found.

They’re on form. Heading through a bus depot, exiting the last highway and clearing through an underground tunnel.

They’re almost there and then there’s rushing water and straining lungs and darkness.

Ellie wakes in a hospital with a stranger beside her bed.

The woman’s eyes are green, her expression is soft, and she tuts over Ellie sitting up too early.

“Easy, easy,” the strangers says, hands reaching out to help Ellie sits up.

Ellie’s body freezes, jerking away from her. “Where are Joel and Tess?”

“I asked them to give us some time alone,” the woman says. “I’m your- I’m Anna.”

Ellie takes her in with wide eyes, waking into an anticipated moment was hard to process. “Can- where’s- I don’t-”

Anna hushes her and draws Ellie into a tight hug that she doesn’t relax into.

Meeting Anna doesn’t make things easier for Ellie.

There’s a sense of warmth there, honey in Anna’s voice, a soft touch and an excited expression.

Anna rushes through excuses, building a narrative of a complicated birth, a missing father and a sense of duty to the Firefly cause. She didn’t want Ellie to come out here, she was safer in a QZ until her mother had figured out the cure she’d devoted her life to. Her words are sure and well-spoken, she pauses in places like she anticipates Ellie reassuring her, and then she continues painting her picture of abandoning Ellie for noble reasons.

Ellie nods along.

It ticks so many boxes, but something is off and Ellie cannot place it. There’s a hardness behind Anna’s eyes, something she’s sometimes seen in her own, and it feels off.

“Do you have any questions, my love?” Anna asks, tone saccharine.

“Where’s- where’s Joel and Tess?” Ellie asks awkwardly.

Anna’s smile turns a little bitter at her words but she takes Ellie to them nonetheless.

“We’ve got it from here,” Marlene says, her voice is muffled but Ellie picks up the words as they approach. “You can take the guns as agreed.”

“We’re not leaving without checking on her,” Tess’s voice says firmly.

Anna’s steps turn heavy, as though to announce her approach.

Marlene changes the conversation quickly as they enter.

“Ellie!”

Ellie throws herself at Tess, initiating a hug for the first time in their long journey. She clings to her, relaxing in the safety of her arms.

“It’s good to see you up, kiddo,” Joel says, a protective hand on Ellie’s shoulder.

She hugs him as well, relieved to be reunited and to see Joel in one piece after the tunnels.

“You’re welcome to stay for a couple of days,” Marlene says curtly.

It’s clear she doesn’t mean it.

Joel and Tess stay anyway.

Anna is involved in testing to find a ‘cure’ for the infection. She works with some doctor. Talks about how she used to be a nurse and had diversified her skills over the last 14 years in immunology, pathology and mycology.

Anna seems to want to share everything, tell Ellie everything and nothing, unable to sit in the silence that Ellie offers.

Ellie doesn’t particularly care, too focused on the way that the Fireflies hover over Joel and Tess like they aren’t allowed to go to certain parts of their hospital or their base. The way that whispers cease when she turns a corner, the blood splatter on doctor’s coats, and the weird feeling that Infected are nearby.

It feels off.

There’s something out of place.

It doesn’t take long to click.

Or at least, it doesn’t take Ellie long to venture where she’s not allowed to go. She uses every trick Joel and Tess taught her about being stealthy, sneaking passed Fireflies to reach the upper floors of the hospital in the middle of the night.

There’s Infected in cages. Dozens of them.

She supposes it makes sense if you’re studying immunology to find a vaccine.

Cages are marked with numbers and dates.

#259, vaccine 23, injected: 20/04/34, infected: 21/04/34, turned: 22/04/34

#260, vaccine 23, injected: 20/04/34, infected: 21/04/34, turned: 23/04/34

Her eyes linger on the dates, only days prior, comparing those around her.

Someone passes the room she’s in, footsteps audible between the groaning of the Infected and Ellie is terrified.

She hides under a desk, flashlight off, in the total darkness of a room filled with nightmares.

Once she’s certain they are gone, she gets up, hands shaky as she searches through paperwork.

It confirms what she thinks.

She drops the notebook in shock, the sound alerting several of the runners. Within seconds they are snarling, baring their teeth, and pounding on the doors of their cages.

They’re locked away and yet she’s never been more terrified, stuck in place and trembling.

She hears guards shouting, footsteps rushing closer.

The room is flooded with light when they arrive, and Ellie finally moves. She rushes forward, ducking passed them in the doorway.

She runs and she doesn’t stop.

They don’t shoot and they don’t chase her.

She finds comfort when she finds Joel and Tess. Too overwhelmed and too worked up to be able to explain what she saw and what she now knows.

Her mother is experimenting on humans to find a cure.

Injecting them with a trial vaccine, infecting them with the virus, studying them as they turn, and then dissecting them.

Hundreds.

#260.

The knock at the door that goes ignored so Marlene and Anna enter anyway.

Joel stands in front of them, partially shielding Ellie and Tess from view.

“What can I help you with?” Joel asks, crossing his arms. His tone is serious and its impossible to tell that Ellie has shared nothing with him.

“I just wanted to explain what Ellie saw,” Anna says, holding her hands up. “Sometimes sacrifice is needed for the greater good, I’m sure you understand that.”

Tess stiffens against Ellie, holding her tighter. “Are you okay?” She whispers in Ellie’s ear.

Ellie nods but she’s uncertain, she pulls away to watch, eyes studying Anna.

“In order to create a vaccine,” Anna continues. “There’s a need for trials. There are- we’ve had-” She falters, clenching her hands into fists by her sides. “Immunology is complex and working tirelessly in order to create a vaccine for animals which do not ordinarily get Infected does not necessarily help to create a vaccine for animals that do.”

Ellie narrows her eyes. “So you test on humans instead?” She offers plainly. “You make up a vaccine, you give it to someone and you infect them and you just take notes as they suffer.”

Anna’s nostrils flare.

“We’re learning a lot,” Marlene says. “We don’t like it either but it needs to be done.”

“Two hundred and sixty times?” Ellie asks.

Tess swears.

“Where are you finding two hundred and sixty people to experiment on?” Joel says threateningly.

“We have to think about the future,” Anna says coldly.

“You’re monsters,” Ellie snarls.

Anna’s jaw tightens, she shakes her head as though she’s deciding the argument isn’t worth it and she walks away.

“They’re not good people, Joel,” Marlene says, rubbing her eyes. “Most of them are hunters and- and think of how many people we could save if we get this right.”

“We’re leaving in the morning,” Joel tells her. “Please go.”

And Marlene does.

Ellie sits stiffly on the bed, fidgeting with her hands as Joel and Tess talk circles around her.

“Human testing?”

“Hundreds of people.”

“What if they never find a vaccine? How many more will they go through?”

“I always knew the Fireflies were misguided but fuck.”

She zones out, disassociating more than anything else as she thinks about Riley and Sam, about hundreds of Rileys and Sams, about being cold and feverish and knowing what’s coming and not knowing how it would come.

She must fall asleep at some point because she wakes up to Tess stroking her hair and smiling sadly.

Joel and Tess have packed and they’re ready to leave.

It takes Ellie several sluggish moments, heartbroken and half asleep, to register than they mean to take her too.

“Really?” Ellie asks.

“Of course,” Tess says, like its nothing.

“We’re family,” Joel says, like its everything.

Ellie leaves with them.

Anna doesn’t really say goodbye and neither does Ellie.

It had felt like Anna was trying to build something between them, but she was really pretending something was already there. But there was nothing. No spark, no connection, no meaning. The journey had been worthless.

Ellie shouldn’t have run after someone who already left her.

Family was both complicated and simple.

Out of reach and sneaking up on her.

Her mother was nothing and no one, and the smugglers were now something and someone.

“It’s kinda pretty, ain’t it?” Joel says, gesturing to the snow-capped mountains surrounding them.

“Yeah, it’s gorgeous in Spring, Texas,” Tess grins, helping Ellie over a fence. “This whole area is covered in wildflowers.”

They’re on the outskirts of Jackson, almost back to where they were months previously. Months of danger and sleeplessness and darkness.

Risks and close calls.

For nothing.

“Sarah and I used to take hikes like this all the time,” Joel says easily. “I reckon the two of you would’ve been friends.”

Ellie nods along, thoughts elsewhere.

“Just a little bit further now,” Tess says eagerly, giving Ellie a boost onto a higher bit of ground.

Joel lends a hand to stabilise her and then pulls up Tess.

“Hey, wait,” Ellie says, looking out toward Jackson and then down at her hands. She sighs as she tries to find her words. “I’ve been meaning to tell you but, back in Boston… before I left, I was- I was somewhere I shouldn’t be with my friend. My best friend. She got bit and we didn’t know what to do so we tried to wait it out and she made me leave before she turned.”

“I’m sorry, Ellie,” Tess says quietly. “I know how hard that can be.”

“Do you think they-” Ellie rubs the back of her neck. “Do you think they’re still inside? Like they’re stuck?”

“No. No, Ellie I don’t,” Tess says. “I think they’ve moved on. They’re at peace.”

Joel is silent and awkward, but his eyes are kind.

“I’m sorry we went all that way for nothing, I-” Ellie falters, biting her lip. “You both risked so much and I don’t think I could have handled someone else dying or- or turning because of me.”

“Your friend’s death wasn’t your fault,” Tess says.

“I feel like it should have been me and not her,” Ellie admits.

“Ellie, I’ve struggled a long time with surviving,” Joel says. “But no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”

Ellie fidgets with her fingers, scratching at her arm. “I just-” She huffs. “I just feel like we fought through all of that for nothing. We came all this way and for what?”

“For you,” Joel says plainly.

Ellie tears up, nodding and sniffing and doing her best to keep it together.

Family is a complicated word until it isn’t, she’s never known it until she does, and she feels it constantly in Jackson.

In their meals together, in learning how to play guitar, in movie nights, in sharing books, learning how to swim, and to grow and move forward.

She tells them she loves them on her sixteenth birthday in an abandoned museum.

She tells Tess and Joel she likes girls the day that she decks someone for taunting her about Cat.

She goes hiking with Joel when she and Cat inevitably break up, finding peace in the open air.

She cries on Tess’s shoulder when Dina and Jesse get back together for the third time. A mess of complicated feelings loud in her chest.

Joel helps her practice playing her song for the end of harvest bonfire and Tess helps her pick out a shirt to wear to the town’s winter dance.

“I’m just a girl, not a threat,” Ellie says softly.

“Oh, Ellie, I think they should be terrified of you,” Dina murmurs. Her eyes are bright, she feels warm and perfect in Ellie’s arms, and she steals Ellie’s breath long before she kisses her.

She distantly hears someone calling out, too lost in the tenderness of the moment to register it properly.

“God, I-” Ellie laughs at herself and her breathlessness, eyes lingering on Dina’s affectionate smile before she kisses Dina again.

Once. Twice. Soundly and enthusiastically.

When she pulls back the second time, she notices Joel and Tess having words with Seth. They look angry and Maria seems to have put herself in the middle, mediating and ushering Seth outside.

Dina’s hand on her cheek makes her refocus.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Dina whispers playfully.

Ellie’s cheeks flush pink, smiling in disbelief, her fingers flexing on Dina’s lower back. “Me too,” Ellie admits shyly.

Dina leans her forehead against Ellie’s again, swaying them together slowly under the twinkling lights.

#i'm kinda both proud and self-conscious about this one #it was both a challenging and fascinating idea #my next fic is a continuation in the same world #don't think about that too hard #tlou2 fanfic #elliedina week #my writing

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legoshi-plz · 4 years

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Can we get some general headcanons of dating Louis plz 🥺👉👈

You sure can! I don’t know why but this prompt really called to me for some reason and it’s a nice break from the usual! This is with College!Louis simply because..... I’m a simp for College! Louis 😳

Reader can be read as any gender or animal type/class.

Warning: NSFW +18 [under the NSFW warning, first half is SFW]

*Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about Deer in general and made up 100% of the stuff in here because I am too lazy to actually google Deer physiology (also I just wanted to make the hcs)

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Okay so let’s start at the beginning! Like the beginning beginning. Louis saw you around campus but he’s still a Herbivore so he was shy about approaching you. Despite his overbearing superiority complex in high school, I feel like College would really put him back into reality. You have no reason to idolize him or fear him. He might be pretty popular on campus but he’s nowhere near the God-status he thought he had so he’s unsure of how to even approach a total stranger that he sees everywhere and can’t stop thinking about. Also he has an insane amount of insecurities which end up getting the best of him causing him to chicken out every time he wanted to get close to you.

You on the other hand? Barely noticed him. You’d seen him (his gigantic antlers which got even bigger in college were pretty hard to miss) but you regarded him as out of your league and immediately put him out of your mind. You weren’t one to dwell on if boys liked you/why didn’t boys like you blah blah blah.

Needless to say, your first few interactions with Louis were pretty terrible. He was awkward, stiff, defensive, it was like pulling teeth but in verbal form. You didn’t like him.

One day you brushed beside him and he nearly jumped out of his skin. You asked him what his problem was and he answered honestly “Sorry, you make me incredibly nervous.”

Suddenly it all clicked, the averted eyes, the bristled fur, the awkward stuttering. He might have outwardly appeared suave to any other animal on campus but he was still just a Herbivore with a crush.

Moving on, the two of you start dating and Louis is completely wrapped around your finger. It takes a while for his initial nerves around you to wear off, even after the relationship turned romantic. He constantly wanted to impress you or seem cool to you which you repeatedly reminded him you didn’t care about but it was important to him.

Once the two of you were more settled into the relationship and had been dating for some time, he still likes to impress you. Not to the same extent as before but he never folds on certain aspects because your opinion of him is something he values gravely, even if he won’t admit that to you.

King of Self Neglect, he stays up way too late studying, gets hardly no sleep, stretches himself way too thin but will still always make time for you even if he’s utterly exhausted. One time he nearly fell asleep sitting up while the two of you were on a date. You drove him back to your place, tucked him into bed and let him sleep it off. He felt awful the next morning for ruining the date and cleared his schedule the entire next day for a ‘redo’.

If ever verbally asked, Louis will vehemently deny liking PDA. In actually, however, he can’t keep his hands off you. He’s always touching you, caressing your cheek, holding you around the waist, interlocking your hands (especially the pinkies!! he doesn’t even realize he does that one, you’ll just look up and he’s totally aloof to this soft gesture), resting his chin on the top of your head/shoulder, nuzzling your neck (this is a big one for Deer and actually a declaration of love but you don’t know that). He’s pretty touch-starved but he hates to admit it so please indulge his clingy behavior (and he is very clingy.)

Speaking of clinginess, Louis is still incredibly petty and if he feels you’re not making enough time for him, expect to be called out on it.

“Am I not enough for you?” “If you prefer the single life, I can stop burdening you with this relationship.” “I see I come last in your life, as always.” “Don’t string me along. Either breakup with me here and now, or actually be with me.” “I see you do not take this relationship as seriously as myself. I will adjust my expectations of you accordingly.”

He’s a total drama queen and at first his proclamations scared you, thinking he was going to break up with you. But once you realized he was just overly dramatic about everything, you barely bat an eye now. You still try to make it up to him, though, whenever he’s feeling neglected. He’s enjoys that very much.

Any holiday, he’s asking you to come home with him. The mansion gets pretty lonely with just him and Oguma and he wants you there with him. You almost always comply.

At first he was pretty insecure about his leg and felt like you might think he was a freak because of it or worse: weak. You always let him know that you don’t care about his leg and that you love him regardless, even though you believe he has nothing to be ashamed of in the first place. That always makes his heart burst with love for you and he turns into absolute puddy in your hands.

Very jealous. Still holds on a little to that envy he has for Carnivores and thinks one might steal you away, especially since a couple of your male friends are Carnivores. In his mind, who wouldn’t want to be with some one bigger or stronger? He tends to lash out when he’s feeling particularly jealous and it’s the cause of almost 90% of the fights you two have.

When it comes to fights, even though Louis can be very petty, he hates every second the two of you are at odds so he usually apologizes fairly quickly. If you are the one who is in the wrong, he will continue to do normal activities (holding your hand, going out to dinner, cuddling) but he will do it angrily and give you the silent treatment until you apologize (please apologize quickly, he hates being mad at you even if he doesn’t admit it.)

His favorite activity? Anything where you lay on his chest. He lives for it and he really doesn’t get a restful sleep unless you’re on his chest. (Also he totally owned a weighted blanket before he met you because Deers usually sleep cuddled together in little huddles so it’s just kind of their ‘thing’ but it doesn’t hold a candle to when he has you sleeping on his chest. Actually had a “Is this what I’ve been missing all these years?” revelation moment when you two first started dating.)

Wear his clothes, it makes him feel manly also he thinks you look adorable. Plus he loves when you give them back and they’re covered in your scent, makes him feel so... owned? But in a good way! As if you were staking your claim on him which is a secret weakness of his.

Doesn’t really like Horror movies but will endure them if you’re into them. Likes to watch with you on his lap and his hands under your shirt (yes, he’s extremely distracting and yes he’s just trying to fool around. He couldn’t care less about the plot because he finds it unrealistic and not scary)

Though Louis had long ago cast aside the thought of having children (he doesn’t believe he’ll be a good father, similar to Oguma), any time he sees you interact with children and how well children respond to you, it awakens that inner ‘Stag’ in him and suddenly the thought of having kids doesn’t seem so bad, not if you’re by his side. He tends to try to not linger on those feelings for too long though so he doesn’t get any big ideas.

Okay now time for the NSFW portion.

Once again, Louis can! not! keep! his!hands! off! you!

Male Deer have a higher sex drive than the average Herbivore male so please be prepared for that.

Loves when his partner is kinda heavy, it amplifies the sex for him. His favorite thing is when they ride him/bounce on top of him, it’s practically an instant nut from him.

Louis can force himself to hold off on coming if he has to but he has a ridiculously quick recovery time along with the stamina for multiple rounds so he’d rather just come in or on his partner then keep going rather than prolonging it.

Oral is a power play to him and nothing turns him on more than using his incredibly long/skilled tongue to turn his partner into a weeping mess before him.

Has a habit of picking his partner up and throwing them over his shoulder to carry them to the bedroom. Asserts his dominance and he knows his long legs will get you both there faster.

He loves a vocal partner, and craves every syllable you can muster during sex. Whimpering his name mixed in with nonsensical affirmations of love gets his heart (and cock) instantly swelling.

Remember that he likes heavier partners? Well that ties into the whole thing with the weighted blanket and Deers just in general craving something on top of them, so naturally Louis prefers when you’re on top but is happy to participate in any position you prefer. Just know if it’s missionary or some variation of that, he is throwing your legs over his shoulders (so it’s kinda like a compromise?) The boy just really loves having you draped over him, okay?

Also in the case of a heavier partner, he is always trying to flex his strength and assure you that you’re not too heavy for him at all. Always picking you up (to fuck you against the wall), sitting you in his lap (to finger fuck you), carrying you bridal style (to take you to the bedroom to fuck you.) He’s very determined to show you just how obsessed he is with your body.

He’s very weak when getting his cock sucked and WILL come in your mouth within a few minutes. He’s not ashamed in the least bit.

You have about a five minute window after sex to do everything you need to do (use the bathroom, get cleaned up, etc.) because once he atttaches himself to you, you’re not going anywhere. Cuddling after sex isn’t optional, even if he’s mad at you.

Speaking of which, angry sex with Louis? Absolutely mind-blowing. Once he’s in full blown Stag mode, there’s really little you can do except lay there and take his huge cock while he pumps you with load after load of cum. Also, the overstimulation is out of this world.

Louis’ demeanor completely cracks after sex and he’s literally at his most vulnerable with you then. Openly confesses just how much you mean to him in moments like these while showering you with aftercare/ affection. Really turns into the lovey dovey type and likes to just sit there stroking your fur whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you lay on his chest.

This has probably gone on long enough so I’m just going to end this here but the boy’s madly in love with you, enough said.

#beastars #beastars louis #beastars louis x reader #louis x reader #louis x you #louis

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butitprobablyis · 2 years

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Grace Discovers Her Sister’s Secret Sordid World

The summer I finished my first year at university was uncharacteristically long and hot. A golden sun blazed down from a cloudless, crystal clear azure sky and baked the ground until the grass scorched and any unattended flowers shriveled in the heat.

It was a perfect time for me. I was nineteen and a full year at university had shown me life beyond school and the tight borders of the small, rural English town in which I had grown up. With little to do before the new term began, I had almost four months of free time stretched out before me.

Hour after hour was spend lazing around in the back garden of my parent’s house, either on my own, curled up on a sun lounger with a good book, or surrounded by friends chasing Frisbees, drinking beer or just sprawling on the baked earth soaking up the sun’s rays.

Josh – who lived in the house at the back of us – used to watch me whilst I sunned myself. I could often see him out of the corner of my eye as I read, standing at his bedroom window, peering down into our garden. It was funny really, Josh had been in and out of our house since we were kids and was my sister’s part-time squeeze, but the attention was as much of a buzz for me as it clearly was for him. The arrival home of my younger sister or his own mother was usually the only thing that could drag him away from the window. Without them, I’m sure he’d have watched me all day.

…

I’d had some old school friends over for lunch and Stacey had brought a bottle of wine to accompany the sandwiches I had put together for us, so as we lounged around in the sun, we ate and sipped away at the cool white wine. I guess from memory it was mid-August and the summer was at its hottest, the days peaking in the nineties for maybe two weeks and with one memorable day when the temperature broke through the one hundred degrees mark – a record for the country as a whole.

The girls wandered home around four o’clock, leaving me on my own, my cheeks rosy from the wine and with a few hours to kill before we’d agreed to meet up in town later on in the evening.

Laying back on the sun lounger with the garden and house completely to myself, I began to slowly massage sun cream into my bronzed skin. Having spent the majority of the summer sporting little more than a string bikini, my perfectly tanned skin covered all but the very extremities of my body, and whilst I’d been very careful not to develop a thin string and bow of white skin on my back, my breasts and a small triangle between my legs were the only two remaining areas of white.

As I massaged the cream into my stomach I noticed movement in the house behind and a furtive glance was all I needed to affirm that Josh was watching me once more. Whether it was the warmth of the sun on my body, the lunchtime drink, even the sensation of my own fingers rubbing cream into my skin, and probably a combination of all three, my mind focused on him watching me and me teasing him.

I continued to massage the cream into my flat stomach, then with another quick glance to verify that I had his undivided attention, I slowly, and at first briefly, slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

I twisted and turned my pale brown pubic hair in my fingers before pulling my hand back out and resting it on my stomach. A squint through the sun confirmed my audience’s presence.

I had initially intended to leave it there, to just give him a hint of something extra, but the brief touch was not enough for me. Egged on by the wine and in no small part, excitement at my audience, I felt my fingers curl around the string that tied the bottom half of my bikini around my waist and pulled it slowly, feeling the tension relax as the bow unraveled. With the briefest of pauses, I let my fingers creep along my skin and slowly push the tiny triangle of fabric to one side until I was totally exposed to my voyeur. I hoped for his sake as well as mine that neither my sister nor his mother would return to break the moment.

My fingers wasted no time in sliding themselves home and I shuffled my legs apart to allow them access. They tangled briefly amongst my public hair before brushing against my lips and sending a sudden charge through my bones like the static prickle of an electric shock.

I groaned satisfyingly as my fingers gently stroked my lips. Each touch drew more and more of my juices to the surface and my lips slowly became slick and oily to my touch. A brief breeze washed across my skin, causing my nipples to spring up and push hard against the thin fabric of my bikini top.

I spread my legs wide and pressed the soles of my feet together and with the new angle I was able to slip my index finger inside. The feeling was delicious and my whole body shuddered at the penetration. As I strove to push my finger deeper I rubbed my swelling lips with the heel of my hand. The sensation was exquisite and I couldn’t resist a quick peek to make sure my audience was still attentive. After all, this was not solely for my benefit. I needn’t have worried. I wondered if Josh was doing the same thing as he watched – a thought which until now would have disgusted me, but in my current frenzy seemed perfectly natural.

I even pictured him stood by the window stroking his cock, then a sudden image flashed across my mind of him spraying his seed across my stomach and I came. I pushed a second finger inside as my orgasm washed over me, then found my clitoris with my spare hand and rubbed it frantically until my shuddering body could stand it no more.

I lay for a moment on the lounger, then suddenly as the warm glow of my orgasm dissipated, it was replaced with a sudden wave of self-consciousness and I plucked my bikini bottoms from the grass and sashayed in through the French windows into the kitchen.

By the end of the summer, I had treated Josh to three more solo shows. The final time, I had shaved myself completely — whether he could tell or not from his distance, I have no idea. I even rolled over onto all fours, and rubbed myself to orgasm like a centerfold, my pert bottom pointing directly at him whilst my fingers played over my smooth, swollen lips. I was also very nearly caught by my sister, just managing to clumsily tie my bikini back on in the kitchen as I heard the front door slam and her walk quickly through the living room towards me.

…

It was twelve months before I saw Josh again and to be honest, having spent most of that time in Munich, firstly at university, then working, I have no idea when I’d last thought about him or that summer, but as I walked back into my parent’s house and into my sister’s party, it all came flooding back.

It had just gone nine o’clock and as I stood outside the front door with the thump of the bass pulsing through it, I shook my head in a vain attempt to clear it. The last week had been a blur. It had started with a party with my work colleagues, moved on to an end of term party at Munich University, before catching the last few days of the end of term at my English university in Leeds, catching up with friends I had not seen for over six months. As a result I’d spent pretty much every night for the last week either in a bar or a nightclub, I could scarcely remember what day it was. As I walked into the house, the music bounced so loud I could feel the beat in the handle of the porch door. Maybe forty of my sister’s friends were milling about, drinking and smoking and after a couple of minutes searching, I found her leaning against the wall in the dining room, drinking from a bottle of lager and chewing the fat with a girl I recognized as one of her friends, but couldn’t for the life of me remember her name. She turned to me and did the same and we nodded at each other in a dull, vacant recognition that made Alicia, my sister, turn around.

We looked each other up and down for a second before she threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly.

“Hey sis. When did you get back?” She said. “Mum and dad weren’t expecting you back for a couple of days.”

It’s amazing how you forget that time doesn’t stand still when you’re not about – life goes on despite your absence. I looked at my sister as she drew away from the embrace — probably for the first time since I’d gone to university, I really looked at her. Of course she was eighteen, I knew that, she’d be at university in the autumn. I knew that too. But in my mind and maybe too in my heart she was still my kid sister. But as we stood and watched each other, our hands clasped in each others’ I could see she was certainly no longer a kid. Obviously still my sister, definitely no longer a kid.

“You look like shit.” She hollered above the beat. Yep, definitely still my sister.

“This time next year when you’ve done six parties in six nights, you’ll look like this too.” I said. “So where are mum and dad?”

“Out.” Was all I got and when Alicia realized I needed something else she said. “Don’t worry, it’s all above board. I finished my exams today. I’ve officially finished school! Grab a beer, the kitchen’s full of the stuff.” And with that, before I could give a hug and congratulate her, she turned back to her friend and I faded into the background.

Before I grabbed a beer I pushed passed various people on the stairs and dumped my bags in my bedroom, glad to see that not only was it ready for my return, but that it was undisturbed by the revelers and their new found freedom. I stood in front of the full length mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. It was not enough to make me look presentable, Alicia was right, I did look like shit. Still, I’m sure they’d be time to sleep at some point before I went back to college.

I plucked a can of beer off the worktop in the kitchen and popped it open, taking a long slug of it to quench my thirst. I spotted Josh instantly perched atop the washing machine. It seemed my kid sister was not the only person who’d grown up.

I figured I’d say hello, but as he was clearly holding court with a group of friends, I thought I’d leave him to it and see if there was anyone else I recognized, but as I turned away, I caught his eye.

“Hi Josh.” I said as he turned to face me, an initial vacant look turning almost instantly to a broad grin.

“Well, well, well, the return of the prodigal daughter.” He said, slipping off the washing machine and bending to kiss me on the cheek. “Come back for an encore performance?” He said as his lips brushed my cheek before pulling away to see my reaction. I blinked and suddenly it all came flooding back and I drank from my beer to hide my grin. I swallowed in a deep gulp.

“Never say never.” I said eventually, letting a smile play briefly over my lips. He stooped in towards me again, this time his hand slipped around my waist and he pulled me towards him.

“It’s just I could do with some fresh material.” He said, his breath hot on my neck. “Four films a year is not a lot to keep a growing lad going.” He pulled away and turned back to his friends and instinctively I turned away from the group and wandered back across the kitchen. Then, what he said suddenly registered with me. What did he mean? Had he taped me in the garden? Every time? I started to turn back to him, but thought better of it. I guessed his eyes were probably burning a hole in my back, waiting for me to do just that. I replayed what he had said in my head. There was no denying it, it was certainly what he’d implied. I drained the can, tossed the empty in the vague direction of the bin and popped the top on a second beer. The cheeky bastard.

I had found someone I recognized in the living room, one of my sister’s school-friends, but the thin conversation was getting a little strained when I saw Josh walking towards me. Again, he leant over me, emphasizing his size.

“So, what do you reckon then?” He whispered into my ear.

“Did you make videos of me?” I asked rather stupidly, but he ignored the question anyway.

“Or I could return the favour and show you what I was doing whilst you were playing with yourself.” His hot breath was sending a shiver down my spine, but as he spoke he also took my hand and ran it along the length of his cock as it hung in his jeans.

My God, it was massive. As he guided my fingers down his length I tried to picture it in my mind. It must be nine inches soft. It must look like a cudgel when it was hard. Unashamedly, I felt my mouth begin to water.

“What do you reckon then?” He repeated, this time staring me straight in the eyes, his hands on my shoulders. “A new tape. You playing with me, before I cum all over you.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his, then I realized that his hand was no longer holding mine, yet mine still traced up and down the length of this cock, now straining a little against the seemingly insufficient denim of his jeans.

Minutes later he was stood before my bed with me on my knees, slowly massaging his enormous cock in both my fists. I’d practically dragged him through the house, passed most of the party guests and slammed my bedroom door behind me.

From nowhere he produced his mobile phone and trained it in on me as I began to tentatively run my tongue around the head of his gigantic cock.

“Is that what you videoed me with last time?” I asked, looking up at the camera and still wanting him to confirm that he had made videos of me in the garden.

“Nope.” He said. “Less talk.” He said, and whilst training the mobile phone on me with one hand, he pushed my head down with the other.

Opening my mouth wide I closed it over the head of his cock and suddenly, inexplicably, an image of Michael Caine filled my mind. Something about a baby’s arm holding an apple. I think it’s a line from an Austin Powers movie, but suddenly it seemed very appropriate, unlike the muffled giggle that escaped my lips.

I needed both hands to control his cock and could barely manage more than just his helmet inside my mouth. My lips were stretched as far apart as I could comfortably get them and my saliva ran freely down his shaft, lubricating my clenched fists as they circled his cock and pumped him towards climax.

Slowly, insistently, he continued to apply pressure to my head, either pulling on my hair, which he scrunched up into a pony-tail in his fist, or pushing me down, testing me to see how much I could swallow — which I have to admit, was embarrassingly little. Even with three or four inches encased in my lips, the sheer girth of the damn thing stopped you getting any more inside. It was simply too damn big. I was pretty sure my pussy wouldn’t cope much better, but before the summer break was over, I resolved myself to give it a damn good try.

Rather than struggle or admit defeat, I concentrated my attention on his bulbous helmet, exploring each and every part with my lips and tongue — whilst continuing to pump him with my hands. I could tell I was hitting the spot as I felt his knees begin to shake and his breath get slowly shorter.

“You like that?” I purred up to his phone and was rewarded with his hand pushing my head back down onto his cock. I tried once more to sink down deep onto his pole, but am not convinced I made it any further down, the dull ache in my jaw growing greater with each attempt. I began to suck rapidly around his head, bobbing up and down, rocking back and forth on my ankles as I drew him closer and closer to climax. I felt his cock began to twitch and writhe in my grip as if it had a life of its own and I readied myself for his orgasm. I had no idea what to expect. Does a massive cock with huge, heavy swinging balls produce a comparative amount of cum? I was about to find out.

“Oh yeah. Suck my fucking cock.” He moaned as he exhaled hoarsely. “I’m gonna cream.” He spluttered and as I felt his cock twitch, he yanked on the ponytail he had made in his fist and pulled his cock unexpectedly from my mouth as the first volley of jizz leapt from his eye and splattered across my forehead.

“Fuck yeah!” He drawled as he took control of his wand in his own hand. I sat on my heels, my eyes scrunched shut as his cum rained down on my face. And in answer to my question, certainly in this case, the answer was yes. By the time his cock was finally drained, my face was smothered. I could feel it in my hair and coating my nose and cheeks, whilst it dripped off my chin and spattered onto my t-shirt.

I peeled my eyes open, thankfully he’d missed them both, to find myself staring up into Josh’s mobile phone as the video continued. I blinked slowly and what I hoped was seductively, then ran my tongue across my lips, tasting his cum. Playing to the camera and loving every sordid minute of it, I chewed briefly on my bottom lip before running my finger along my cheek and sucking more of his cum into my mouth.

“Hey sis!” I spun around on my knees to see Alicia stood in the open doorway. “Thought I might find you two in here.” She said. “Hard to resist isn’t it.”

I watched in a kind of horrified fascination as she walked around the back of me — leaving my door to swing open — and stood behind Josh. She reached around him and gently stroked his spent and softening cock.

“Shit. You two are an item.” I spluttered, my thoughts finally finding their way to my mouth. I wiped my face with my t-shirt, before pulling it off over my head and using it as a towel to cleanse my face.

“Nah!” Alicia said with a chuckle. “Not an item.” She said, peering around Josh’s massive frame. “We fuck every now and then don’t we honey, but we’re not an item.” She said casually. We were beginning to draw a little crowd as people stared into the room from the landing. Josh didn’t seem to mind. I, on the other hand, did and stretched out and pushed the door closed. I looked back at my clearly not so little sister.

“Fuck buddies?” I managed and wondered how I had missed my little sister grow up. It’s not like I never came home from university.

“I suppose so, yeah.” She said. “But hey, it seems rude not too share a treat this good.” She said, slapping Josh’s softening yet still massive cock with the back of her hand.

I shook my head and hauled myself onto my feet, stretching my legs luxuriously as I stood.

“How do I look?”

“Still like shit, but now with cum all over you.” Alicia turned back to Josh. “Bad boy!” She said and playfully punched him in the chest. “Had you been saving that up all week? I thought for a minute you were going to drown her!”

I watched the exchange in fascination and guessed the video he had just shot would sit alongside ones he had already made with my sister.

“Pity you cleaned yourself up.” Josh said, breaking his silence and turning his attention towards me. “It would have been great to get another video of you playing with your pussy already drenched in cum.”

I must have shot a quick glance at my sister because when I looked back at Josh they were looking at each other and smiling.

“You’ve seen the videos haven’t you.” I said, looking back at my sister. They both looked at me and laughed.

“Seen them. I was there when he was shooting them.” I looked from one to the other waiting for them to laugh, but neither cracked.

“Fuck off!” I said and shook my head, turning instead to the mirror so I could clean up the rest of the cum.

“No shit.” She said. “That last time, when you did the whole porn star thing, I ran home as fast as I could to see if I could catch you. But you’re good. I reckon you were only just dressed, but dressed none the less.”

I wiped the rest of his mess up with my t-shirt and pitched it in the corner of my room. I guess I’d have to wash that one, it wasn’t really one for my mum to find.

With seemingly nothing left to say, Alicia left us alone in the room, albeit again without closing the door as she left.

“Tell you what.” I said, stepping in close to him to whisper in his ear as he had done to me earlier in the evening. “I’ll give you another tape of me playing with myself, if you’ll give me a proper go on that.” I said, tracing my fingers along the still visible bulge in his jeans.

“Deal!” He said simply, then walked passed me and out of the room. At least he had the courtesy to shut the door behind him. I sat heavily on the bed and rubbed my eyes with the tips of my fingers. Well that was a welcome home I had not expected. With the music still pounding downstairs, I crawled under the duvet, still in my jeans, the smell of his semen filling my nostrils. If I was going to tackle that beast again, I was going to need my sleep.

Over the next couple of weeks I didn’t give Josh, Alicia or their strange relationship another thought. As old school friends started to drift back from their various colleges, the evenings were spent in the pub catching up on what everyone else was up to.

It’s a brilliant time. Whilst university is all about finding yourself as a person, making new friends and enjoying the experiences that that brings with it, coming home, making sure everything is still in order and hooking up with long-term friends is unbeatable. Although it is also noticeable that each reunion contains one or two less familiar faces as people find new places and new people with which to spend their spare time.

…

My parents treated my return as if it was Christmas. On the first Sunday I was back my mother cooked a celebratory meal to match any Christmas day and the drink flowed until we were all rosy cheeked and giggling. By the time we left the table, still covered in the detritus of the colossal meal, and had been slumped on various seats around the lounge for an hour or so, my mother was watching something black and white on the television through heavy eyelids and my father was asleep on the sofa, the newspaper spread across his chest.

I hauled myself off the sofa, threw on a fresh pair of ancient, faded blue jeans and a new camisole I’d bought myself in Germany, grabbed my phone and purse and headed back downstairs to find my mother now also barely awake. She looked up with heavy eyes as she heard the door brush over the carpet.

“I’m heading out.” I whispered and she nodded, I’m old enough at last for her not to ask where I’m going or when I’ll be back. I closed the door behind me, grabbed my coat and left the house.

On the way to the pub I dialed round a couple of friends, also knowing that Sunday afternoon in the Olde Bell has always been something of a tradition, so although I struggled to raise many people, I’d have been surprised if most of the old crowd that were back from university weren’t in there already having a drink. I was not disappointed. Two tables had already been pulled together and a group of people sat huddled conspiratorially around it, laughing and chatting in hushed whispers.

With a beer in one hand, I dragged a spare chair across the wooden floor and squeezed between one old friend that I’d known since primary school and an ex-boyfriend — kissing them both on the cheek as I sandwiched myself in between them and their conversation.

…

“Hey G.” I looked up at the familiar voice of Alicia. I shook my beer fuddled head a little to clear my thoughts.

“Hey. I didn’t even know you were here.” I turned back to William, my ex-boyfriend. “You remember my kid sister, right?” They looked at each other briefly and Alicia nodded her head at him almost imperceptibly. After a slight pause, William stood with a flourish, took her hand and kissed it theatrically. I smiled, but noticed Alicia pull her hand back quickly, almost wiping it on her jeans as she stuffed it into her pocket.

“Walk me home, sis.” She said, and immediately began to edge away from me towards the door.

“Hey. I’m not finished here yet.” I said, causing her to stop and look back impatiently. She looked at her watch.

“Mum’s expecting us both back for tea.” She said. “You know what she’s like about family Sundays. Besides, I don’t want tea to be late, I’ve got to be out again by eight-thirty.” I turned back to William and shrugged.

“Looks like I’ve got to be somewhere else.” I said and took a gulp of my beer. “You out later?” William shook his head. “Okay.” I said and as I grabbed my coat off the back of my chair he stood, hugged me briefly and pecked me lightly and unexpectedly on the lips.

“Good to see you again.” He said. “Shame you’ve got to go, we should catch up sometime, it’s been fun.” I nodded, zipped up my coat and followed Alicia towards the door.

The heavy pub door swung shut behind us with a solid slam and I thrust my hands into my pockets despite the mild summer’s evening. It was still light, but dark clouds hung heavy overhead and the air was dank and threatened rain. A light mist had begun to settle and hung around the lamp-posts like halos.

“Doesn’t that feel better.” Alicia said, linking her arm through mine and pulling herself close to me.

“Doesn’t what feel better?” I snapped, still feeling a little pissed that she’d dragged me away from William and a fresh drink.

“Well, for a start, knowing that you’re not going to wake up in the morning and realize that you’ve fucked William again.”

“I wasn’t going to fuck William. And what fucking business is that of yours anyway?” I said, stopping and turning towards her. She clearly had something to say, and from the way she’d reacted in the pub, clearly had a problem with Will.

“None whatsoever.” Alicia said, holding my gaze intently. “Of business to anyone of several other girlfriends though.” She paused and when I said nothing, she took my arm again and we began to walk along. “And you were going to fuck him. I could see it in your eyes.” I stopped again, but this time she just dragged me alongside her, her gaze fixed intently at some point in the middle distance.

“Who the fuck made you some kind of relationship guru? And how do you know so much about Will?” The first question, was perhaps a little snappy, the second was angry and aggressive and I regretted the tone as soon as I heard it. This time Alicia stopped, dragging me to a halt in the process by keeping a tight grip on my arm.

“Right.” She said, fixing me again with that intent stare of her striking jade eyes. “Firstly, and indeed most importantly, I love you. You’re my big sis, and you’ve spent most of your life looking out for me. But secondly, he’s a wanker. He cheated on you, he treated you like shit. He fucked you up and you’re still not over him. Thirdly, you don’t live around here anymore, I do. You don’t see him. I do. He’s a leech. He’s dating someone in my year for Christ sake. He’s also fucking Fiona.”

“Fiona from my year?”

“Yep. Little blond Fiona from your year at school. Quite frankly, he’ll dip his dick in anything that doesn’t move fast enough. He’s a tosser. That’s why I dragged you out of the pub. Because sis, you know what, you would’ve fucked him.”

We walked along the deserted streets, the silence only broken by the steady clop-clop of our shoes on the pavement.

“You out again tonight then?” I asked finally just to say anything to break the silence.

“Yep. Quick sandwich, change, then out again. Mum and dad have got friends coming over.”

“Who’s coming over?”

“There’s about ten of them I think, both sets of neighbors, Josh’s mum and dad, a few others, that’s all really.”

“What’s that all about?”

“Nothing really. Let’s face it, there’s nothing else to do.” Alicia said.

“So what are you up to then?”

“The same thing, just over at Josh’s. Me, Josh, the lad from next door, a few others from school, just hanging around. Tag along if you like, depending on what you’re up to.” Not a lot as it happened, there didn’t seem to be that many people keen on re-grouping down the Olde Bell, not even Will. And Alicia was right, I didn’t need to go there again. Besides, the lad next door was my age and I’m guessing all of Alicia’s friends were her age and still in the mood to celebrate the end of their exams. …

We left for Josh’s house when his parent’s turned up at ours. We stood in the hall briefly with the usual pleasantries, then made our excuses and swapped houses.

We arrived to find Josh there, obviously, and the lad from next door — who it would be easier to call Matthew. In terms of age, he was between Alicia and me, so had just completed his first year at university. I was a little surprised that he had nothing better to do with his evening, then out of the kitchen came his girlfriend, a tiny, slight girl with a startlingly pretty face that I couldn’t help but remember from the year below me at school. She introduced herself as Natalie, then apologized for not realizing we had arrived, took our drinks order and returned to the kitchen.

“Expecting anyone else?” I asked the crowd in general as Natalie handed both Alicia and I the beers that we’d asked for along with a flute of sparkling wine. I must have looked a little strangely at Natalie.

“Hey, we’re going to celebrate the end of school all summer.” Natalie said. I could appreciate that. I toasted her and sipped the wine.

“Sarah and Dave should be here before long, and I guess Michael will come too, but whether he’ll have found anyone to bring with him remains to be seen. Just a few friends, nothing too grand.” Josh said.

“Very cosy.” I whispered to Alicia and gave her a nudge in the ribs. “Quite the little orgy you’ve got going here, once you lot have had a drink or two.” I was joking.

“Well, you never know your luck.” Alicia replied, with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye that somehow suggested that not only was I right, but it might not be the first time. It seemed nothing I could say could phase her. Thankfully, before I had to find something else to say, music burst forth from speakers that seemed to be all around the lounge as Josh plugged his i-pod into his parent’s stereo system.

“Right, right, right.” Josh hollered above the music. “Who’s for table tennis?” I stupidly looked around for a table, but fortunately kept my mouth shut as several others dived for the Wii sat beside the enormous television set and various controllers were thrown around. As I made room for the first players, I leant casually against the dividing wall of the huge living room that at some point had probably doubled as a dining room at the back of the house and a lounge at the front. In the back room a Twister mat was already spread out across the carpet — and I noticed the video camera was perched atop a cabinet nearby. Well it certainly didn’t look like we were going to be sitting around gossiping all night. I wondered what on earth I had let myself in for. I drained my beer and headed out to the kitchen for a refresh just as Sarah and Dave arrived. By the time I returned from the kitchen, carrying as many beers as I could manage, the first game of table tennis was already coming to an end and Michael too had made an appearance, as anticipated, by himself.

After everyone had had the chance to warm up with a couple of games — which was enough for everyone except me, who’d never played before — there was a bit of a huddle between the group.

“Same rules as last time?” Josh said. Some nods were immediate, some minds had to be cast back a little, then nods followed. “Excellent. Let the games begin.” And with that the group broke up, controllers were grabbed and suddenly I felt on the outside of a personal joke. As the first game started I sidled slowly up to Josh.

“What were the rules last time?” I asked casually, reaching up on the tips of my toes to whisper into his ear.

“Oh sorry Grace. Rules are simple. Whoever loses removes one item of clothing. Strip Wii. Not strip and wee though, that’s something entirely different and I draw the line way before that!” I dissected the statement in my mind. Strip Wii?

“Joking right?” Josh shook his head slowly. “What have I let myself in for?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t go home without a smile on your face — or something on your face at least.”

“I’m not wearing much as it is.” I said, but Josh just shrugged. “And, I’ve never even played on one before.” But he was uninterested by my protestations.

“Don’t worry about spending most of the night naked. This lot have already seen you like that anyway.” I coughed and nearly spat my beer all over the carpet. Josh was smiling, but not in a way that made me think he was joking.

“Am I the only person who’s not seen these videos?”

“Yup”

“So what’s Twister for?”

“Patience.” He said. “One thing at a time.”

“Right you lot.” He said to the group as he stepped away from me. “Grace is up next with Matthew, but she’s a Wii virgin, so be gentle.” Then he turned back to me. “Shoes don’t count.” He said, pointing at my ancient Reeboks. “They should have come off at the door when you came in. Have some respect for the crib, man.”

…

Needless to say, I lost. I tried to claim a moral victory by the fact that I’d not lost six-nil and had actually managed to claim a point, but it fell on deaf ears. Unprepared as I was for Strip Wii, I wasn’t even wearing socks beneath my trainers. The journey around the corner to Josh’s house was maybe 150 meters at most and I did have a habit of going barefoot when indoors. So not only was I the crappiest in terms of my Wii expertise, I was wearing less than anyone else, and as such already had a decision to make. Off with my jeans and continue in my knickers, or off with my camisole and be immediately down to my bra. All eyes were on me, I looked down at my cami, it was not going to offer me any protection, hanging as it did to just over the waistband of my jeans. Oh well. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down over my hips, kicking them into the corner of the room before standing before the group with my hands on my hips. Eyes roved over my body before Josh directed everyone back to the next round of games.

Josh moved my turn to the final game of the next round, but it only prolonged my demise rather than avoiding it. By the time I lost my second game Alicia had also lost twice – and as a result both socks, Sarah had lost twice and had removed both hold ups, a few other items, mainly socks lay strewn around whilst both Josh and Michael were still fully clothed. Once again, all eyes are on me. I looked from face to face.

“Oh fuck it!” I said, and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my knickers and drew them slowly down my legs, before stepping out of them, stooping down and plucking them off the floor. “It’s not like there’s anyone here who hasn’t already seen my pussy.” A low whistle escaped someone’s lips. “Okay, maybe there was one.”

“Right. Let’s move on. What next?” After a brief discussion, which revolved around the fact that the boys still possessed most of their gear and we were playing sports that they were better at, it was decided to move onto Wii Fit and from somewhere a balance board was produced.

A quick flick through the activities did a little to put my mind at rest. I might be rubbish at table tennis, but as captain of the university hockey team, and unbeknownst even to my little sister, a trained, qualified fitness instructor, I was hoping this would give me a bit of a head start. I was after all, down to my last two items of clothing.

I figured I’d take the bull by the horns and I challenged Josh to the jogging. It was simple, I let him keep up with me until the final straight, then as the finishing line appeared, I out-sprinted him to the line and after a brief celebration, I feigned exhaustion and hunkered down by the settee as if to get my breath back.

“Oh that was close.” Someone behind me trilled.

“Lucky bitch!” Was Josh’s less than generous interpretation between deep breaths.

“Not luck, I’m just better than you.” I said, standing up and stretching my fingers towards the ceiling, both to extend the muscles in my lower back and to flash him an eyeful of my naked pussy.

“Let’s go again then.” Josh said, suddenly bouncing lightly on his toes.

“Rematch, rematch, rematch!” Broke out amongst the group before Alicia pushed me towards the television to accept the challenge.

The immediate rematch was very one sided. By the halfway point, Josh was already struggling, a diet of beer and cigarettes taking their toll. I crossed the line first with a healthy lead. Josh had, in the space of six minutes, lost both his socks and finally we had progress!

I retreated to the kitchen to refresh my beer. As I let the fridge door swing shut with a thump I noticed Sarah watching me from the doorway.

“Beer?” I asked, and when she nodded, I slid the bottle across the kitchen worktop towards her and retrieved a second one for myself. The silence seemed to stretch, the atmosphere somehow a little strained.

“You okay?” I asked, a little uneasily as I felt her eyes roving all over me. Sarah just nodded again. I started to walk towards her, there wasn’t much of a conversation going on here, but as I approached she finally spoke.

“Wait.” She croaked, then supped from the bottle and cleared her throat. “Can I, er,” she paused, took a deep breath and looked down at her shoes. “Can I touch it?”

“Touch what?” Although to be fair, I had an idea. She’d not taken her eyes off me since I’d flipped off my knickers.

“Erm.” I leant across and lifted her chin with the tip of my finger. Finally she lifted her eyes to meet mine.

“Only if I can touch yours as well.” She flinched a little, then smiled weakly. “Just joking. Why the fascination? Never seen one before?”

“I’ve never seen a shaven one before.” I must have laughed a little, I didn’t mean anything by it. I guess some people have seen a bit more and done a bit more than others.

“I’ve led a pretty quiet life.” She said, as if she could read my mind.

“Nothing wrong with that.” I said. Gently I took hold of her hand and as she watched me, I brushed her fingers over my cleanly shaven pussy. Sarah gasped. I felt her fingers spread inside my lips. I gasped.

“It’s so smooth.”. She whispered. “It’s such a, erm, clean feeling.”

“And so much bigger than when you started.” I groaned. “If you don’t stop soon, I’ll not let you go until I’m done with you.” Finally, Sarah looked at me with intrigue and maybe just a little lust, but even as she did so she retracted her hand.

“Curiosity sated?” I slipped my arm around her shoulders. “Come on, let’s get back to the party before anyone misses us.”

“Thanks.” She said with a nervous smile.

“The pleasure really was all mine. Perhaps I’ll let you finish me off properly later, or maybe I’ll return the favor, once your clothes are off.”

Back in the living room the jogging continued. In our absence Natalie had lost her top and was down to her bra, and Matthew was finally topless. Finally, the boys were getting a decent challenge.

“Come on you two, you’re both up next.” Matthew said, pointing towards Sarah and me.

Sarah made a decent game of it, but she was never going to win. I let her think I’d just pipped her at the post, then before she had the chance to do anything else, I pulled her shirt off over her head.

“Hey you. I’ve still got my socks on.”

“Too late. What’s next, jogging’s not really fair on any of you, I’ll have you all naked in no time.”

Natalie chose the Step routine — again assuming that the boys would be rubbish. She was right, but had no idea that she’d not put a challenge up to me at all. I’ve been teaching classes most of the way through university. Once you’re qualified and know what you’re doing it’s a damn easy way to make money. I can make more in a couple of classes than the girls are making at the dancing clubs – and with a hell of a lot less hassle.

Two rounds later I was still in my camisole and bra. The boys had lost both rounds, all were suddenly topless, now also presumably down to just trousers and boxers. I was certainly hoping there were not any Y-fronts in the room. I noticed them exchanging a couple of glances between them. I think they’d assumed the girls would all be naked by now, yet suddenly they were in danger of being the first.

With how boys are I guess it was not Michael, Dave or Matthew’s intention to spend a great deal of time stood naked next to Josh — unless they were all similarly endowed, in which case, why were we pissing about playing games when we could be rolling around on the carpet?

We changed games again and initially the obstacles course proved to be a little more of a challenge. I lost my first round to Alicia, but decided, much to the disappointment of the boys to remove my bra and leave my cami on.

For my second contest I drew Sarah out of the hat. She’d lost her skirt at some point, but I noticed she still sported both of her socks. It was a close run thing, but I just squeezed ahead of her before a giant swinging ball smacked her off the course and sent her tumbling into the sea below. As soon as she saw the result she knew what was coming and turned towards me. I reached around and unclipped her bra and tossed it onto the growing pile.

A few more rounds passed and two of the lads were down to their boxers, Sarah was doing pretty well, although she was topless and still had both her socks. Natalie was down to her bra and knickers, she must have been wearing everything she owned, I couldn’t really remember her actually winning anything. And finally Alicia — obviously also prepared for what the night held – had managed to retain her bra, knickers and vest top.

As the game seemed to be pretty even, we stuck it for another round. I was pitted against Josh and lost, so after a bad start and a strong middle, I was the first to be naked. As he had done to me, I challenged him immediately to a rematch.

“Why? When you lose, what do I get?” He said, pointing at my naked body with the neck of his beer bottle.

“Perhaps I’ll suck you off then.” I suggested, but Josh shrugged.

“That’s pretty much a given before the night’s out anyway.” He said.

“Okay then. Do it for a dare.” Natalie said. “If Josh wins, he gets to dare you to do something.” That seemed fair to me. I nodded. Josh nodded. The challenge was set.

As it happens, I thrashed him. I hoped all this physical activity wasn’t wearing him out too much. Anyway, now there were two of us naked.

As I watched Dave beat Michael, leaving him naked too. I couldn’t help notice the girls’ inability to tear their eyes away from Josh, Natalie was practically salivating at the sheer sight of his enormous cock. I had a pretty strong feeling that by the time he got to bed tonight, his cock would need most of January to recover.

The next twenty minutes saw the remaining clothes topple like dominos until everyone was sat around naked, and surprisingly comfortable in each other’s company. It made me wonder how many times this had happened. Even Sarah, who was so shy in my company, seemed to be perfectly at home — albeit with her arms cuddled around her knees in such a way that hid everything from view. From where I sat, she simply looked like a pair of legs and arms with a head balanced on top.

Drinks were refreshed and the sexual tension in the room spiraled upwards as eyes absorbed all the naked flesh around the room and conversation dried up. I craved attention. I was soaking wet and had a suspicion that Natalie was the same. She’d trimmed her bush down into a neat, cropped Brazilian, and her raspberry pink lips were so distended, they couldn’t be anything other than oily and wet. Amongst the boys there were a couple of budding erections, which I was beginning to hope were going to be put to their proper use some time in the not so distant future.

“So what’s next?” I asked, keen now I could see four eager cocks not to waste a great deal more time. I had assumed it would have something to do with Twister, but having presented them with an opportunity, I guess they changed the agenda to suit.

“Well now.” It was Matthew who spoke first. “I guess you were the first to lose an item of clothing and the first to be naked, so technically you lost.”

“Absolutely true.” Dave chipped in. “I reckon that deserves a forfeit.” Heads were nodded. Great I thought. They’ll make me run around the block naked or something like that. I’d been in enough hockey teams to know that the stock forfeit for anyone naked, is a quick trip to see the neighbors.

“I think we should have a live performance.” Josh said, getting up and retrieving the video camera. “After all, you did promise me one at Ali’s party.”

“Don’t remember promising.” I said, not caring, just relieved really that I hadn’t got to do anything outside that might involve me bumping into dad as he stood on the corner having a smoke.

“Doesn’t matter now anyway, it’s a forfeit for losing.”

“Loser, loser, loser!” Broke out in chorus around the room.

I stood up as the group fell silent, drained my beer, which was enough to make my head fuzz nicely, and straddled the armchair, facing them. I had their undivided attention.

Leaning back I spread my legs and relaxed, running my fingers down the length of my body. I paused briefly at my breasts and gave them both a squeeze. There was no need to linger, Sarah had made sure my nipples were awake.

I traced a path down my stomach, then walked my fingers over my pubic bone. As I suspected, my lips were swollen and wet. I rubbed slowly at my pussy lips with the tips of three fingers, moving them over and over in small concentric circles and with each motion, feeling my body relax.

I opened my eyes and found Sarah sitting on the floor with her back to settee, her legs still embraced in her arms. I pinned her gaze with mine for a moment, then motioned for her to come to me. Her reaction was not immediate, but I do think that she would’ve come to me on her own accord, but her delay was enough for Dave to give her a nudge and at that she came towards me.

As she stood and stretched I could already see her pussy was completely clean shaven, without a single wisp of the blond bush I had expected. She must have sensed me staring. She strode confidently over to me, her arms swinging by her side and knelt down beside me.

“Sorry!” She said with a shrug, the corners of her mouth just creeping upwards. “I couldn’t resist it.”

“You cheeky bitch.” I whispered as she stared at me.

“Nice pussy by the way.” There was an unmistakably twinkle in her eyes and I wondered briefly how I could be played so easily by someone two years younger than me. “Does it taste as good as it feels?”

“Why don’t you find out?” I said, wondering if anyone else could hear us. But unfortunately, instead of burying her head between my legs Sarah straddled the chair’s second arm and followed my lead until we were masturbating in unison, both of us bucking our hips up in rhythm to meet the two fingers we had inside ourselves. A second quick look around the room confirmed that we now had four very ready cocks.

Sarah was completely submerged, her eyes scrunched shut and her inhibitions totally subdued. As I fingered myself, I rubbed my pubic bone with the heel of my hand, but after a few moments, it was not enough and I sought out my button with my other hand. Just the first touch brought my climax stampeding towards me and for the first time, I gave out an involuntary whimper that rose to a long, deep moan.

“Oh yeah!” I moaned a little louder, suddenly remembering that I was being filmed. “That feels so good.” I pushed my hips up to meet my fingers more frantically. “Umm. Shit. That’s gonna make me cum.” I panted, perhaps a little theatrically. Whether I’d succeeded in egging Sarah on or if she too was close to teasing an orgasm out of her body it was impossible to tell, but her moans increased in both rhythm and volume as she rubbed frantically around her clitoris.

My mind filled with an image of four cocks stood over me, ready to pump their cream all over my tits and it was more than enough to finish the job.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” I cried out and felt my orgasm hit me once, then continue to flow through my veins like an electric current. My hips twitched and my muscles gripped my fingers like a vice. Sweat had burst out on my forehead and I felt a drip trickle down my temples into my hair.

I opened my eyes to see things had moved on somewhat. Natalie had succumbed to temptation and was watching Sarah and I intently whilst playing gently with her pussy, whilst Alicia munched away on Matthew’s cock, his hand pinning her down into his lap as he sat cross legged on the floor and she knelt on all fours, her pert bottom pointing in the air.

Josh focussed his attention — and his camera – on Sarah, whose vibrant moans now mixed with Matthew’s increasingly guttural grunts.

Sarah’s eyes were still clamped shut, her face screwed up in her increasing desire. I rolled off the armchair and crawled on all fours until I was in front of her. With her presumably still oblivious of my presence, I ran my tongue slowly between her fingers. She jumped and her eyes snapped open. This could only go one of two ways. I saw an instant of panic in her face and my heart sank a little as I expected her to push me away in disgust. I ran my tongue over her pussy again, but this time rather than jump, she moaned, relaxing back onto the chair.

The third time I licked her, her fingers slipped free, giving me full access, and as those fingers entwined into my hair, she pulled me with considerable vigor towards her wet sex. With permission granted, I sucked greedily on her lips. I wanted her to cum quickly, tonight was not a night to be teased, there was far too much candy to be eaten to savor each individual bit.

I closed my mouth over her lips and sucked them into my mouth. Sarah’s whimper instantly grew to what can only be described as a primeval growl. She slid along the arm of the chair so she was closer to me and ground her pussy into my face.

“Fuck yes.” She moaned. “Make me cum. Suck my pussy.” She wailed as her ecstasy grew. I continued to suck hungrily on her lips, then pushed two fingers inside her. It was enough. She wailed until her lungs were drained and I felt her quiver beneath my grip. As she fell silent, I released her lips and slowly lapped at them with the end of my tongue until her eyes snapped open and she almost swatted me away.

“Stop. Enough.” She panted, covering her pussy with her hand to prevent me further access.

Then suddenly, without warning, there was a cock inside me. What was this, tag-team fucking? I squealed with surprise. It wasn’t Josh, I also guess it wasn’t Matthew. My squeal simply encouraged them on and hands gripped my hips. It was nice to know that I couldn’t perch on all fours, waving my wet pussy at a room of men for long without one of them taking the bait.

“God that feels good.” I moaned. It’d been a month since I’d last had a fuck. And it was a crap one. I’d forgotten how much I needed it. I guess Alicia was right, I would have ended up in bed with William, or if I was drunk enough, just somewhere on the walk home.

The rutting male fucked me purely for his own benefit, his nails digging into my hips. This wasn’t a two way thing, it was the release of a man who has had a hard-on for too long. I didn’t care, I’d had my nice orgasm, if he fucked one out of me as well, then that was a bonus.

Sarah stayed perched on her armchair watching us, her fingers inching ever closer back towards her pussy.

“Come on, harder.” I moaned. “Don’t be shy.”

The rhythm increased and I braced my hands against the armchair so I could push back onto his cock. My body was slick with sweat as I bucked and pushed as deep as I could onto his cock.

“Come on. Fuck me.” I ordered, as I heard his breathing shorten and realized he was close to climax.

“Fuck!” He panted. “Fuck yeah, that’s fucking excellent pussy.” Now there’s a compliment you don’t hear every day.

“When you’re ready mate.” I heard Josh say. It meant nothing to me. Suddenly his cock was gone. Hands grabbed my arms and I was manhandled across the room. They sat me next to Alicia with my back to the settee, exactly where Sarah had been sat before she’d joined me on the armchair.

Michael stepped towards me, his cock clasped in his fist, his face red. He stood over me and I realized what was coming. I pushed my tits together and tipped my head back.

“Do it. Cum all over me.” I gasped. “Cum on me. Treat me like your whore.”

Cum rained down onto my cheeks and chin, then down my neck and finally onto my tits, I moaned my appreciation and slowly rubbed it into my tits until they glistened with hot, sticky seed.

I opened my eyes to see that Josh was still filming both Alicia and I. Alicia was covered in Matthew’s cum. It was everywhere, but mainly on her face.

“Do they always do that?” I whispered as Josh zoomed in on our filthy faces.

“Without fail.” She panted, then planted a kiss on my lips so I could taste Matthew’s seed as well as that of Michael.

…

Drinks were brought in and I stayed slumped against Alicia and the settee. The Wii was slid back beneath the television and replaced with a laptop plugged into the television that filled with video clips taken from amateur porn sites. The room was silent with all eyes on the television.

Suddenly it crossed my mind if that was why everything was recorded. Would the clips include people within the group? Would tonight’s tape find its way onto the internet? I took a sip from my beer, unable to tear my eyes away from the television. Were the first videos Josh had taken of me already on the internet? Suddenly that thought filled my head and my heart beat harder. When I’d asked him if everyone had seen the videos he’d said yes. I’d meant everyone in the room. Had he just meant everyone? With that thought rolling through my head, my attention turned back to the television. Internet porn had never really appealed to me before. In fact, porn full-stop had never really appealed. It was always too over-produced and too plastic. But I’d be the first to admit that it was difficult to take my eyes off the television now. Poorly filmed, poorly lit porn, but containing real people, was something else entirely. Very sexy indeed. I sat in silence and slowly drank my beer.

I’ve no idea how long it took me to tear my eyes away from the television, but I realized that I was still covered in cum.

“Think I’m going to clean myself up a little.” I whispered over to Alicia, who I could see was also gripped, her left hand slowly creeping towards her lap. “You coming?” Alicia shook her head but after a moment turned slowly towards me.

“Nope. Can’t.” She said. Her face was still covered in cum and what little seemed to have slipped off her face was drying into a crust on her neck and breasts.

“Can’t?”

“It’s all part of the dares. You had to wank for Josh because you were the first to lose your clothes. I was the first to be cummed on. I’ve got a choice. I’ve got to take delivery of the pizzas when they arrive. I can either go to the door naked or clothed but like this” She said. “My choice.”

“So you’re going down the clothed but cummed-on route?”

“Not decided. Might go naked as well, just to get one up on them.”

“Another drink?” There didn’t seem a great deal else left to say. Alicia nodded and I clambered creakingly to my feet and headed for the bathroom.

…

I walked back downstairs to find Josh alone in the dining room rummaging through some cupboards and clattering plates and glasses around.

“Are you emptying the dishwasher?” I asked, taking a detour rather than heading straight back to the lounge.

“Some people’s chores are never done.” He said as he turned towards me. There was a moment when we both just stared at each other in silence, then I realized I was walking slowly towards him. I reached out and took his semi-erect cock in my hand. “So when do we get to play with this?” I asked, staring up into his eyes.

“Whenever you like.” He said, with the slightest moan as I began to feel the blood rush into his meat.

“Just seems like you’ve been a little reluctant so far.” He just watched me in silence. His cock was now solid and so thick I could barely enclose my fingers around it. “Although, you seem a little less reluctant now.” I said, squeezing him tightly in my fist.

Suddenly I was in his arms. He carried me across to the polished dark wood dining table and draped me across it. The sudden shock of the cold wood against my hot skin made me gasp and arch my back.

I watched as he stood between my legs and gently pulled my ankles apart with his hands. Then he pulled me slowly across the table towards him. I could see his cock bobbing expectantly. As he pulled me closer a thought flashed across my mind. Would I be able to take him all? Or, in fact, pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to, how much of him would I be able to take, and for how long?

I shivered as the head of his cock nuzzled against my lips. I exhaled slowly and tried to relax, counting slowly to ten in my head. Josh pulled my ankles even further apart and I reached down between my legs and found his cock. I rubbed it luxuriously along the length of my lips until it was slick with my juice, then positioned him over my hole.

Instantly, I felt him increase the pressure. He was slow, yet insistent. I breathed slowly, in, out, in, out and felt myself begin to relax. I pushed my hips up to meet him tentatively and felt the very tip of his cock nuzzle inside me. Still he pushed forward with gentle persistence. Suddenly, I yielded and my pussy swallowed the first few inches of his meat.

“Oh fucking amazing!” I panted. He pulled away slowly, easing what little was inside me back out, then his next thrust slipped another inch inside me. He rocked back and forth slowly, but with each penetration tested another inch to see how much I would be able to manage, but even staring down and watching half of it inside me, I was already full enough. I concentrated on gripping his cock as tightly as possible, but in all fairness, it was hardly a challenge as his monster cock stretched me wider than anything I had ever attempted to take before.

As Josh’s thrusts became more insistent, I could feel more and more of him inside me and as his excitement grew he pushed harder and I squealed in pain.

“Fuck no! Too fucking deep.” I squealed in both shock and pain, and instantly — and too his credit — I felt what seemed like a mile of cock slide out of my body. After a moments respite he was back inside me, again building slowly up towards the half way point.

His rhythm altered and I wondered if it was one he’d had to adapt to, after all I doubt whether he’d ever managed to force all of his meat inside anyone yet. Short stabbing motions made the most of half of his cock and kept me almost constantly full.

His eyes never left my face as he fucked me, but as his stare became more and more glazed I guessed he was probably approaching his climax.

In the end, his cock was simply too much, it was a challenge I could not win. As his breath began to shorten, I was worried his enthusiasm would drive his cock back inside me too deeply and I just couldn’t relax.

I slipped from his grip and off the table. Kneeling before him, I wrapped my tits around his shaft and with each thrust between my cleavage I swallowed his tip, licking and slurping all my own cream from his cock.

“So, you ready to come all over my face?” I pouted, looking up into his eyes to find myself once more staring into a camera lens. “Where did you get that from?” I asked with a shake of my head.

“Suck it.” Was all I got in response, so I obeyed.

I could actually feel his pulse throbbing through his cock. How did he not faint when he stood up with a hard-on? The damn thing must need nearly a gallon of blood by itself.

“Come on. Cum on me.” I urged between thrusts. “Do it. Do it now.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Then he was in control. He clenched his cock in his fist and almost before he touched it, it erupted. As he had done in my bedroom just a few days before, he came hard, his semen squirting from his cock as if under tremendous pressure. The first volley cleared me completely. I felt some of it splash on the soles of my feet as I knelt on the carpet, the rest was much better directed and within moments I was smothered in cum again having only just cleaned myself up.

A small round of applause rippled around the room and I opened my eyes to see the other girls watching me. Alicia now had the camera and was filming the mess that Josh had made.

“Think she did quite well there.” Natalie said.

“Yeah. I didn’t think she’d hold out that long.” Said Sarah. Through the film of jizz I must have looked a little confused.

“Sarah and Natalie had a little wager.” Ali explained, still filming. “They reckoned once Josh was naked you’d have him in you within ten minutes.” Anyone would think I was surrounded by angels.

“Will someone get me a towel please?”

“Nope.”

Within moments I was alone, someone even flicked out the lights as they left. Charming.

I actually sat in the dark for quite a while. My body felt battered and bruised and the lush, deep pile carpet was soft on my body. So whilst the party continued a few rooms away, I sat with my back to the wall, with my head spinning lazily from the beer.

It was more that I was cold that got me back on my feet, otherwise I think I probably could have fallen asleep. That would have looked great when Josh’s parents got home and found one of their neighbors’ daughters naked and cum-stained, curled up on their dining room floor.

Fresh beer in hand, I wandered back towards the living room to find that things had moved on significantly in my absence.

“Hiya!” Alicia said as I walked into a room filled with grunts, moans and squeals. “I was just beginning to wonder where you’d got to.” She took the beer from my hand, gulped down several long mouthfuls, then handed it back with a wink.

At the far end of the room, where the Twister mat had once lay, Natalie and Sarah were entertaining all four of the boys. At the moment I walked in, Sarah was busying herself with Josh and Matthew’s cocks, one in each hand and alternately in her mouth, whilst Natalie was impaled on all fours, with Michael holding her long hair in bunches and fucking her face, whilst Dave fucked her from behind. Inevitably, the camera was being passed back and forth.

I just watched for a moment or two unable to take my eyes of the group. It’s not like I’d not seen other people having sex before, it’s just that these guys seemed to be at it with each other all the time.

I slipped my arm around Alicia’s waist and pulled her close. We were both still naked. I handed the beer over to her and she drank in silence.

“Is this what you do then?” I asked. It had been on my mind all evening.

“It’s what we do.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Why not.”

“Fair enough.” I said and retrieved the bottle of beer, drained it, then stood it on the arm of the settee. “Can I ask why again?”

“Don’t you approve?”

“It’s not about approval Ali, since when have you sought my approval. It’s just a question.”

“Well it’s like this, I guess. The pubs around here are boring and no one has ever got any money, so we all hang around each other’s houses all the time. We all like sex, so we have sex. We’re all friends, no one has managed to fall in love with each other and we just enjoy the company, the sex and pushing the boundaries.”

“I like sex, but I don’t get my friends together for no holds barred Roman orgies once a week.”

“Maybe you should.” We were silent for a moment and watched as the boys all swapped. “Hey I guess things have changed a little since you were our age.” She said.

“God Ali, I’m two years older than you, I’m not your gran.”

“Hey let me finish. When you were at school, you got boyfriends, groped around, did this, did that, split up, took a break then the cycle started again. Not you per se, I mean everyone. I guess for us the internet has changed everything. You can see that everyone else is out there having fun, having sex, having fun watching everyone else have sex. It’s so accessible, so easy and so much fun. Why wouldn’t you?”

Well I could see the logic there. It was cheaper as well I guess, instead of spending all your dough down the pub, in the hope of getting a snog and a walk home at the end of the evening.

“So do you post these films on the internet?” It was the other million dollar question I’d been dying to ask all evening.

“Films of me doing this. You’ve got to be fucking joking. It’s all good fun and stuff, but let’s be real, once it’s online it’s always online, there’s no way to get it back. People watch, download. Other sites take the file that you uploaded, and then it’s way beyond your control.”

“And everyone here understands that?”

“Everyone. God Grace, I’m going to read Law in September, so’s Matthew. I don’t need films plastered around the internet of me eating cock.”

“So why aren’t you up there with those two.” I said. “Not enough cock to go around?” There was a slight pause, then Ali broke away from my side and turned to face me.

“Nah! It’s pairs. It’s because we’re both up next.” She leant across and kissed me. “Need another beer?” I nodded, she disappeared and my eyes fell once again on the girls with their new partners, both now on all fours, a cock buried at each end. Alicia returned in due course and handed me a glass. Natalie and Sarah were now bucking and writhing beneath the grip of the four boys who looked like they’d settled into their final positions.

“Looks like we’re out of beer.”. She said, and I looked down at the glass she had given me. I sniffed the deep amber liquid, then touched it tentatively to my lips. I had no problem with Jack Daniels, but we must have had half a bottle between us.

“Thanks. Was there not enough for half a pint each?” Ali smiled and shrugged. “Are we really up next?”

“What’s the matter Josh too much for you?”

“Yep. It’s a once a week cock that’s for sure.””

“Don’t worry, it was a joke. I suspect this’ll be the finale, we can’t stay naked all night, there’s no telling when John and Helen will come home. I mean, it’ll be later than this and they’ll be pissed, but probably not so pissed that they won’t notice eight naked fucking bodies writhing around on their living room carpet.”

The girls’ muffled gasps were becoming more urgent, whilst the four rutting lads grunted almost in unison, making the room sound like some bizarre tug o’war.

“So why are you abstaining then? Don’t tell me you had them all whilst I was lazing around in the dining room.”

“Nah. I lost a bet last time and took all four of them, it’s not my turn, seems that Nat and Sarah wanted to have a go tonight.”

“You took all four? Do I really want to know?”

“Oh, not all four at once, that’s impossible, it’s not like the movies where the women seem to be able to cram an endless amount of cock inside themselves. It was mainly two at a time. I tried for three, but it’s not as easy as it looks on the internet.” She took a mouthful of whisky. “Arse or pussy. Not arse and pussy.”

“Now there’s a motto to live by.”

“Besides, I reckon we need our rest, I don’t think these two will be on top form on Wednesday night if they keep this up for much longer.””

“Dare I ask?”

“Hey, you should come with us. We’re going to be handsomely outnumbered. We’re going to be slaves at a casino night. Matthew and Josh’s football team are having a summer party before their pre-season training starts and we’re going to be at their beck and call all night.”

“I think I’ll give it a miss.” I said. “Think I’m going to hook up with some uni friends for a gig in Leeds.”

“Nah. I reckon you’ll come with us. You’re intrigued, I can see it in your eyes. I know you too well.” Well obviously a hell of a lot better than I know you, I thought.

The panting and grunting had reached climatic levels and it was clear that the boys were ready to blow. Six sweating bodies thrust and bucked together like some large organic machine.

“Come on boys. Cum on us.” Sarah panted, finally pulling herself clear of the cocks and sitting back on her heels. “Come on, do it.”

Natalie joined her, probably relieved to be empty. I’d been double teamed before and whilst it can be a bloody good buzz, it can be a hell of a relief on the body when it stops.

“Hey you two, don’t just watch.” Sarah waved us over and after a large firebomb swig of JD, Ali and I made our way over — Ali sitting down next to Natalie, me taking my position next to Sarah.

The line of four sat in silence whilst the boys brought themselves to climax standing over us. We didn’t have to wait long.

Matthew blew first, aiming first for Natalie, then for Ali. That seemed to trigger a chain reaction and Dave came second, using Sarah and I for his target. Josh came on Natalie, but with a little to spare for Sarah before Michael singled me out and stood in close to make sure he dumped as much cum as possible onto my face.

Satisfied, spent grunts filled the room as the boy’s climaxes receded and all that was left were four semen coated girls. I slipped my hand onto Sarah’s cheek and when she turned to look at me, I kissed her deeply, my tongue probing her mouth and tasting the cum that covered her lips.

As I kissed her I felt her hands begin to massage cum into my tits as her hands rubbed and squeezed. Although we kissed for what seemed like an age when we finally broke our embrace, Natalie and Alicia were still at it, with Natalie laying back on the carpet whilst Alicia licked the cum from her face in slow, deliberate lapping motions, whilst her hand crept ever lower towards Nat’s pussy.

…

Josh poured the rest of the JD into my glass as I stood in the kitchen naked. We sipped slowly and silently at our drinks. It seemed that the double-teaming of Sarah and Natalie had taken the final vestiges of energy out of the group.

“Hey Josh.” It was Dave. “What time did you think your folks would be back?”

“Normally about three.”

“Does about mean before or after?”

“Why?”

“It’s ten to.”

There followed ten minutes of frantic action — this time, cleaning action. The huge pile of clothes was sorted out, and eventually everyone had managed to reclaim what they’d originally been wearing. Fortunately, his parents did not come back before three. It took longer than ten minutes to get everyone clothed. The room was then meticulously searched for any evidence and a few wet patches sponged up, before a key scratched at the door.

By the time Helen and John found their way in, Dave and Matthew were just starting a game of table tennis whilst the rest of the group lounged around the chairs, settee and floor. I’m sure we looked the absolute picture of tired teenage drunkenness. The stench of sex around the room and plastered all over all of the girls however, must have been overpowering. Fortunately, as predicted, Josh’s parents were far drunker than any of us and with a few polite greetings, they scuttled quickly off to bed. …

“Ali says you’re joining us at the casino night.” Josh said as we said our goodbyes on the front step. I shot her a sharp glance, but she didn’t care, the sparkle in her eyes was unmistakable.

“We’ll see.” I said, turning and walking away, hearing Josh shut the door behind me.

“Told you you’d come.” Ali said, slipping her arm around my waist and resting her head on my shoulder.

#Smut #quoting not stealing

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