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kinsurou · 3 years

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Your Safe Heaven

Word Count: 2.1K

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+), Comfort Sex, Praise, Unprotected Sex, No beta we die like bisexuals.

First attempt at a Haikyuu fic with our beloved Iwa-chan. Also a small gift for my beloved angel @iwaasfairy, thank you for being such an amazing friend, fairy. I hope you enjoy it!

All Characters are aged up.

He watches the night sky through a closed window, admiring an endless curtain of darkness filled with stars, glimmering elegantly in the middle of the night. He’s already lost count over the years of how many times he’s spent admiring their beautiful, mesmerizing glow….and yet, none of that compared to the endless feeling of pure affection that he felt for you.

His attention is drawn away from that breath-taking scenario by a couple of whimpers barely able to be perceived. His attention goes towards the king-sized bed at the other side of the room, where you’re laying down in a deep slumber, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of panties that are barely covered by the thin, cotton blanket draped over your legs, if he remembers correctly said blanket had been covering your waist less than a few hours ago, so you probably moved it lower with each time you moved in the mattress.

But as much as he’d love to stay in place, stroking your face affectionately and watch this peaceful state of yours, he finally noticed the tears in your face, and once again you began whimpering in your sleep, curling into yourself with each sob crawling its way out of your throat. He knows about those dark thoughts that haunt you and make you feel worthless…

There’s nothing in this world that fueled his anger as badly as watching you suffer at the hands of your own head, he always hated -no, he despised it- when those thoughts come back, haunting you and clawing their way into your heart to fill it with doubts and despair, and although he knew it’s not something that could be fixed in the span of a day, but it didn’t mean he’d just be sitting there and watch that darkness grow, feeding off your pain until it became unbearable.

Hajime’s determined to distract you, even if it’s for a small moment. With that goal in mind he begins crawling in bed, pulling the blankets over the both of you, his arms wrap themselves around your waist to pull your sleeping self back against his chest. Being this close makes it easier to see how much you’re hurting: your whole body is trembling from head to toe, the whimpers become louder, and as he rest his head into your shoulder, he can see the tears making their way out from the corners of your eyes, soaking the fabric of the pillow with every sob.

He hums into the skin of your neck before starting to kiss your cheek tenderly but also flustered, physical affection was always hard from him, and he’s never been one to take the initiative before, but this time he was determined to prove to you just how much you actually mean to him. One of his hands began gliding along your curves, playing with the hem of your -his- shirt and making its way up to caress your chest, the tips of his fingers tracing the outline of your breasts.

Between his delicious touches that lit your body on fire and his soft locks of hair tickling the side of your face, it didn’t take long for you to begin whimpering for a whole different reason and begin squirming in sync with his touch, much to his enjoyment. Is this everything he had been missing? It hasn’t been that long since you both started being intimate, let alone spend the night together.

But then again, that could always change...right?

With that in mind, Hajime buries his face further into your neck and continues kissing all over the skin, feeling himself throbbing in his boxers with every whimper coming out of your lips because of the constant nipping on your shoulder, pleasing him to no end once you finally began to stir awake.

“...Haji?” the grogginess in your voice brings a smile to his face that grows bigger when your eyes meet, he can see your pupils are already dilated from the way he keeps touching you.

“Hey princess.” The peck he leaves at the side of your head is just as affectionate as the feather-like touch he leaves on your sides. There’s goosebumps all over your skin when his hand finally sneaks its way inside your panties, a soft gasp leaves your mouth which Hajime doesn’t miss.

“Wha...What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He gives your neck another kiss “I’m distracting you. So just lay back and let me take care of you, yeah?”

“But, you have work in the--”

He doesn’t let you finish that sentence, capturing your lips both firmly and wavering, suddenly feeling unsure of how to proceed, but the little noises you make when he brushes against your folds with a single finger urges him to continue.

“You know I love you, right?” His eyes are warm and soft, with slight traces of concern deep inside that tell you everything...he knows. The thought alone is almost enough to make you cry all over again. When your body starts trembling again he stiffens momentarily, but he doesn’t allow his doubts to take over and pulls you tighter against his body, almost hard enough to be suffocating if he used just a little more strength.

“Hey, I’m here with you...alright?” He whispers tenderly against your ear. After a few minutes you start calming down and with a small snivel, you give him a small nod after soothing your thoughts, and turn back to look at Hajime with a soft smile. “Now, let me take care of you, babe.”

The room falls silent when he captures your lips for a second time, swallowing your moans once his fingers begin grazing your clit.

“Is this okay?” He’s watching the way your body reacts to his touch with a keen eye. It’s funny, you’ve been intimate with each other in the past and yet he never gets tired of this, of watching you tremble whenever he starts pleasing your body. Is it his hands? his mouth? his cock? it doesn’t matter to him, every single reaction sends him into a frenzy.

But tonight he’s holding back, tonight is all about you.

“I can’t hear you, princess. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Haji. I...I love it when you touch me like that.” You’re already panting hard, bucking your hips slightly against his fingers in hopes of getting that sweet release. “Can you...please touch me some more?”

“Of course.” He kisses your temple one more time, humming in contempt when his fingers slide into your wet pussy, feeling proud of himself once you begin gasping and arching against his hold from the arousal. When your legs begin clenching together, Hajime slid his own leg in between, hitching them open for better access to your sweet core.

“H-Haji!” Your hands are clutching the blankets with force, trembling harder against his unwavering hold, but even with all the trashing in place desperate for release, he refuses to weaken his hold on your body. “I’m close, I’m really close!”

“Mmmmm, you’re close, babe?” You nod desperately. Accidentally brushing against his erection that starts poking your backside, the friction makes him growl and rut against your body, which makes him just as desperate to be inside your soft walls.

It’s in that moment that he pulls his fingers away despite your desperate cries. When you turn back to beg for him to let you cum, the rustle of clothes can be heard clearly, along with his own desperate groans when he manages to free himself from his boxers.

“Can you fetch the lube?”

“Mhmm.”

Once he releases you from his grasp, you’re immediately crawling over the mattress to pull open the nightsand’s drawer, where you keep the small bottle he asked for, all while he’s too busy pulling down your soaked panties. With the little bottle in hand, you turn back to him with a desperate look in your eyes, one that yearns for him to make you feel so deliciously good.

As he starts preparing himself, you sit up to try and pull the shirt over your head, just to be interrupted by a strong pair of arms wrapping around you, trapping both of your arms by your sides before pulling your body back on the mattress and tighter than ever against his body.

“Don’t take it off, I love the way my shirts look on you.”

“...Okay.”

His hands tilt your face back just enough to look back at him, and when you see the soothing warmth in those dark eyes, it fills you with a sense of security, like nothing could go wrong when you’re together, bringing a small sense of relief that only Hajime can provide.

“Can I?” He asks quietly, and yet it’s obvious that he’s just as eager and desperate to bury himself between your legs, but the fact that he always had the need to ask for permission before going any further always tugs at your heartstrings.

“Mhmm.” You hum in response, rapidly burrying your face in the pillow from the cold feeling of his fingers lathered with lube, once again burried inside your inner walls, stretching and prepping them nicely, two fingers began curling up inside to caress that sweet spot that made you squirm under Hajime’s hold, who continues with the sweet torture for a bit longer until finally, he just can’t hold it any longer, he needed your body...and he needed it now.

For the second time that night, he pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt, ignoring the protests and your nails digging on his bicep with desperation. And finally, he grabs at the base of his cock and slowly pushes himself inside you.

You both gasp in sync at the sensation, your insides clenching around him so well that Hajime could nearly come undone in that moment, consumed by the exquisite warmth enveloping him in waves, it makes him cling to your body as he gives a single, deep thrust which draws the prettiest moans meant only for his ears.

And in return he growls deeply against your ear, all while he keeps hugging your body firmly against him, driving his cock inside you over and over into the deepest corners of your walls at a delectably enjoyable rhythm.

He tucks your hair away from your flushed face, taking in every expression you make. From the way your eyes close tightly whenever his cock brushes against your cervix, to the way you bite down on your lower lip to hold back a moan, and the little hitch in your breathing when he starts pinching one of your nipples.

But nothing beats the way your body reacts whenever he starts whispering the sweetest things. His endless chanting and praising that sends waves of pleasure feel utterly heavenly, and Hajime could tell how much you enjoyed it from the way your walls keep clenching with every thrust, almost like your body refuses to let go of him out of desperation and bliss.

“Haji…! I’m- ah! I’m close, I’m so close…!” Your body starts convulsing in his arms, the coil inside your stomach threatening to come undone when Hajime starts to pick up speed, but then he takes a hold of your inner thigh and positions it higher, which gives him the chance to ram his cock even deeper inside, the loud squelching that resounds across the bedroom are the final push you need to climax.

With a loud cry, your hand shoots up to tangle on Hajime’s dark locks and pull harshly with every spasm of your walls. After ramming his cock a few more times, he pulls out as fast as possible and just as quickly, his cock releases hot spurts of cum over your folds.

You stay in that same position for some time. Your legs fall limp on the mattress, feeling all warm, numb and sicky. And Hajime’s arms maintain their place around your waist, refusing to let go like his life depended on it.

“I love you, Haji.” He nuzzles your cheek one more time before flipping you over to face him. Out of instinct you snuggle closer into his embrace with pure bliss. There’s no other place in the world where you could always feel as secure as in Hajime’s arms.

“I love you too…” He replies, suddenly rising from bed to hover above your figure with his arms around each side of your flushed face and his thighs trapping your legs in between. “But you didn’t really believe we were done...do you?”

With a smirk on his face, he spreads your legs one more time before pushing himself back inside your sensitive entrance, the push of his pelvis is enough to make you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck. You can hear the ruffle of the sheets where his hands cling to the fabric desperately.

“Oh we’re far from done. I’m not gonna let you leave this bed until the only thing you can think about is how much I love you.”

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busterkeatonfanfic · 3 years

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Chapter 32

When Buster walked into Nelly’s apartment building, she was on the phone in the hallway. She turned her head at the sound of the door and said, “Oh!” He walked to her and tapped the thin brown paper box in his hands, drawing her attention to it. Inside was a big fat chocolate cake.

“No, it’s just Joseph,” she said to the person on the other line. He raised an eyebrow. “Well, I ought to get going now … Yes I’ll write soon … No, I haven’t yet. Yes, I will. I love you too. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone and turned to him with perplexity written across her face.

“Happy birthday,” he said. “Who’s Joseph?”

“Hush. Get inside before someone catches you standing there.”

Beneath the box was the Paul Whiteman Orchestra’s most recent record, “You Took Advantage of Me,” the one they’d performed during his first dance with Nelly last night, and inside the sleeve a photograph he almost hadn’t developed. He set both box and record on Nelly’s broken dining table, making a mental note to get her a new one one of these days. “How’s the birthday girl?” He turned back to her.

“Oh, just fine,” she said with a smile, although it looked a little strained to him. Her eyes were tired, a milder echo of the hangover he knew was also written across his face.

“Not very convincing,” he said, putting two fingers under her chin and tilting it. Her soft lips pulled his thoughts in a different direction, and her bedroom was west on the route. “Shouldn’t have kept you out so late or letcha drink so much.” He stroked her cheek and looked into her eyes.

She smiled again. This time, there was no question it was forced. His stomach did a mild flip as he recalled their liaison at the Villa a week ago in which he hadn’t used a thin. Maybe she was feeling sick because— He dismissed the thought. It was too early for that. While he wasn’t an expert on the finer points of the birds and the bees always, he was sure things didn’t go that fast. He cupped his hands over her shoulders and gave a little squeeze. “Say, what’s the matter? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were sad it’s your birthday.”

She shook her head and shrugged. “I’m always sad on my birthday. When I was a girl, it was because I thought it never lasted long enough. I wanted a whole week of birthday. Now that I’m grown up, time goes too fast. I always wonder what I’ve got to show for all those years. Not much.”

“Aw, c’mon. You got plenty. Steamboat opens tonight and you’ve got that Barrymore picture too. And your play,” he said.

She smiled weakly again. “I suppose. Lately I have this feeling that everything I ever try just sort of drains out of my fingers, like water. Maybe it’s just middle age talking.”

“Oh, that’s all bull and you know it.” He kissed her forehead. He didn’t tell her he knew exactly how she felt, his marriage and career in pictures like water through his fingers. Instead, he just said, “You ain’t middle-aged, either.”

“Look where you were when you were twenty-seven, though. You were on top of the world. You were—” She stopped and thought, brow furrowed. “Help me out,” she said with a laugh, when nothing apparently came to her.

He did some quick math. His twenty-seventh year would have spanned 1922 and 1923. Day Dreams, The Balloonatic, and The Love Nest all came out around then. It had all been films in those glorious years, barely a moment’s rest between shooting and cutting. They did The Three Ages in ‘23 he was pretty sure, and they’d definitely done Our Hospitality. Jimmy was still very much a baby and Bobby went from a twinkle in his parents’ eyes to a person whose kicks could be felt through Natalie’s stomach by the time his papa’s twenty-eighth birthday came around in October. There’d been a house in there too, but he struggled to remember which one.

“Doing my first full-length features,” he said, wandering over to the sofa and sitting on the arm. “That was the year we did Three Ages and Our Hospitality. Went to Oregon for parts of Hospitality. We built a real Stephenson’s rocket for it—that was the train. Back then they’d just hook a few coaches to an engine. Stagecoaches I mean.”

“Was that the one with your wife? And it was a little like The General?” said Nelly, sitting on the opposite arm of the sofa.

“Well, not too much like The General,” he objected. “The story’s different. Much different. But yeah, Nate was the leading lady in that one and I grew my hair out for that one too.”

“You must love her very much,” she said politely, giving that same small sad smile.

Understanding hit. He could guess why she’d seemed so sad when she left last night and why she was sad now. They were at a crossroads. Ambling along the path of their affair, he hadn’t seen it coming up this soon. He wasn’t sure he was ready for it. It meant deciding whether to change direction or keep walking along in the same one. Feeling his heart in his throat, he stood back up and went back to the table. He wanted a cigarette. “Aren’t you wondering what’s in the box?”

“Is it cake?” she said.

“Palazzo Bakery. You only get a piece if you guess the flavor though,” he said. He went to fetch a long knife and some plates from the kitchen as Nelly called, “Chocolate!”

He laughed. “Lucky guess.”

At the table, he cut a big slice for each of them. “You forgot the forks,” she said, as he handed her a plate. He set his own plate on the side table and lifted her slice of cake between his fingers and held it to her lips. She giggled and took a bite, getting chocolate icing all over her mouth.

“Guess I'll go get those forks,” he said, planting a big kiss on her chocolatey lips and licking the sweetness from his own as he went back to the kitchen for forks.

Nelly gave a sigh of contentment when she set aside her empty plate. “I could almost go for another.”

“You oughta since it’s your birthday,” he said, taking his last bite.

“Twenty pounds, remember?” she said. She had a straight face, but he could tell she was teasing.

He set aside his plate and jumped on top of her, bouncing her back against the sofa cushions. “Okay, if you wanna bring that up again I’ll make you laugh the weight off.” He tickled her ribs as she squirmed and shrieked and tried to fight him off. He pinned her wrists by her hip with one hand and used the other to assault her underarms and waist.

“Stop!” she said, laughing. “Uncle!”

As soon as he made the amateur mistake of letting go of her wrists, she turned on him, dancing her fingers over his stomach so fast he was caught off guard. He was laughing too hard to grab her hands. Then, as quick as the assault had happened, it was over and Nelly was pulling him on top of her in a heap.

“Mmmmm,” she said, chuckling and rubbing her nose into his throat.

“Mmm?” he said. He tugged on a strand of hair that had come free of her chignon.

“Mmm,” she said. She ran her hand through his hair and upset his hat, which she flung to the floor.

The image of a crossroads floated through his mind again, unbidden. To drive it out, he put his hand under her dress and fiddled with the strap of her garter. She sighed as he unhooked the forward part of her stocking and slipped his hand around to the back of her thigh to undo the other. He did the next two clasps using two hands, and drew off the stockings slowly, appreciating the shape of her legs. She seldom shaved her legs and he liked the hair there, faint brown and baby-fine. For his next trick, he reached back under her skirt and slid a hand inside the leg of her knickers until he found her bare hip. She murmured. He wanted to take her mind off the crossroads too. He stroked her hip with his fingertips, teasing. Slowly, slowly, he slid his fingers into her pubic hair. The hangover that had been beating inside his head was forgotten as all his concentration went to one of his favorite pastimes. He trailed his fingers first over her mound, then down each of her outer lips. Nelly gave a quavering moan. He wouldn’t touch her where she wanted to be touched, though. He circled back to her mound and she pressed her hips forward to receive more of his touch.

“It’s your birthday, you get to call the shots. What do you want?” he said. He drew two fingers down both her lips simultaneously and looked at her face, watched her mouth part. Her only answer was a soft, feminine moan that ratcheted up his own arousal. He withdrew his hand from her knickers and stretched his body on top of hers, making sure that she could feel his erection.

“What do you want?” he asked again, pressing against her.

“You,” she said, opening her eyes a slit.

“Specifics?” he said. He wanted to do what would make her happiest.

“Oh Bus, just fuck me. Please.”

She’d never, ever used that word before. It reduced him to a stick of dynamite with a lit fuse. He stood up to get rid of his pants and drawers, while Nelly pulled up the skirt of her dress and peeled down her white cotton knickers. He’d never put on a prophylactic so fast.

“Don’t hold back,” she said, seeking out his eyes as he put a knee onto the sofa. “I want to be ravished.”

He took his prick in hand and guided the tip into her. He had to think of something else for the first few breaths. Eddie Sedgwick’s face came to mind and that worked. He slid all the way inside her, now not in immediate danger of coming but still not far out of peril. “Give me a minute,” he said, hands gripping her bare knees. He thought of unsexy, ordinary things: the side of bacon he’d had with breakfast, changing the tire of Jingles’ car with him, a new pair of rubber waders he’d bought for fishing. After a minute, he was able to get back down to business. He slid his hands over her thighs and began to make love to her in steady strokes, watching the way her brow creased and her nostrils flared. “This good?”

“Will you go faster?” she said, her hands encircling his wrists. She pulled him flush on top of her.

He laid as flat as he could get, elbows on the sofa cushion and hands over the crown of Nelly’s head, and gave her all he was worth.

“Oh yes. Yes, yes,” she said, the pitch of her voice rising. She sounded desperate. “Harder.”

No amount of contemplating Jingles’ tire could have held him back now. He bore down on her as fast and hard as he could go, and his orgasm came just as quick and hard, one of the best he could remember having. He was aware they were both shouting loud enough to alert every damned neighbor in the building, but he couldn’t help it. He stayed inside her until every residual pulse of pleasure was gone before he pulled out. His muscles went slack and he was surely crushing her, lying on her like he was, but she didn’t complain. He wasn’t aware of falling asleep. The slamming of another door in the apartment building woke him and he startled. He pulled himself to his elbows. “Shit. Didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Nelly, though, was also blinking awake. “What’s the time? You’ve got to get to the premiere,” she said.

He looked at his wristwatch. They’d only been out ten minutes. “Oh, that’s still a few hours away.” It was only half past four, and the premiere wasn’t until nine.

“How do you think it will go?” she said.

He climbed off of her and went into the kitchen area to dispose of the prophylactic. “Keep thinking it’ll have to be a smash. I said it before, that ending’s second only to The General.”

Nelly disappeared into the bathroom, but didn’t close the door. “Hmm,” she said. He picked up his pants, pulled the handkerchief out of the pocket, and wiped himself off. He was dressed when she returned and smoking a cigarette on the sofa.

“Hmm?” he prompted.

She shrugged. “I think so too, but I don’t have the least bit of experience with audiences. Or critics.”

“Sure you do. Don’t your plays get reviewed?”

“Oh,” she said. “I never thought of comparing them to pictures. They’re so different, aren’t they? The critics were usually on the same page as us and the audience for the most part. The only one that got us panned was Processional.” She stopped to pick up her knickers and began to put them on. “The director was in love with it. Mr. Zweigle. We knew from the get-go the audiences would hate it. It was very—what’s the word. Avant-garde? Abstract? Went whooshing straight over their heads and we ended the run early. It really didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me either. Maybe it would have played better in New York City. I don’t see what’s not to like about Steamboat, though.”

“My production man tried telling me the people whose folks had died in floods would cause trouble for me, that’s why we switched to the cyclone idea,” said Buster. “What I don’t understand is that more lives are lost each year to cyclones. I guess we might get panned there.”

“It will go fine. Everyone will love it,” Nelly said, sitting next to him.

He put an arm around her shoulder, feeling comforted. “Why don’t you go put on the new record I got you?” he said. He’d remembered the extra birthday gift.

She frowned. “You shouldn’t have gotten me another record. You got me a whole band last night.”

“Blah blah blah,” he said, waving her off.

She glared at him in mock anger, but went to put the record on the phonograph that sat on top of her desk. She changed the needle and slid the record from its sleeve. The photograph slipped to the floor as he’d expected it would. He wanted to warn her about it before he left. “What’s this?” She picked it up and turned it over, and her face reddened. “I didn’t think you’d really develop that,” she said, laying it on the desk.

“Just see you don’t leave it lying around for Bradmont or Mr. Hernandez or whoever to see,” he said. He’d never given a girl a naked photo of himself before and wasn’t in love with the notion, but he had so many wicked photos of her now it had seemed only fair to trade her one of him.

“Bradford,” Nelly corrected. “I owe the night to him. He was very good to me.”

Buster still thought she’d been over-cautious bringing Bradford along but didn’t see the point in arguing it. “Who’s Joseph?” he said, since they were on the subject of names.

She blushed as she placed the record into the phonograph. “You. I was trying to get Mother off the phone one day and told her I had a date, but it was the wrong thing to say because then she asked what his name was and said Joseph. It just came out. Now she thinks I’ve got a beau named Joseph.”

“Well you do. Strictly speaking, my name is Joseph.”

Nelly bit her lip, her back to him as she pulled out the arm of the record. The phonograph scratched and hissed to life. Horns and strings rang out. Next to the real Paul Whiteman Orchestra, the recording sounded subdued.

“Charlie Chaplin said he’d see me this week,” Nelly said. “I told him I worked in the prop department at United Artists and he said he’d have to change that.”

He wondered why the change of subject. “That’s good. Ain’t it?” he said, raising his voice to be heard over the music. Charlie had the habit of promising things he had no intention of giving, but he wasn’t going to set her straight.

“I suppose. Shouldn’t I feel more thrilled?” She came and sat on the sofa next to him.

He stubbed his cigarette into the cracked saucer she kept on the side table for him. “Should you?”

“My heart isn’t in Twelfth Night either,” she said fretfully. “At first I thought it was because I didn’t get Viola. You know, because I’ve done Maria before and I don’t have to work so hard to learn the lines. It’s not much of a challenge. Then I thought, I work so much maybe I’m just too tired to do a play right now.”

He noticed her picking the skin around one of her fingers. “What are you saying?”

“Let’s just dance,” she said, grasping his hand.

He stood up and put both hands on her waist. From the phonograph, the singer with the funny name crooned, I’m a sentimental sap that’s all, what’s the use in trying not to fall?

His hangover was placated that evening by two glasses of whiskey before the premiere, which reunited three-fourths of the guest list from his party the night before, Chaplin, Lloyd, Fairbanks, Pickford, and so forth. From their faces, Buster could tell they felt about as wrung-out as he did. Only Natalie didn’t seem hungover, although it hardly mattered. She was so sulky he began to wonder if Nelly’s mood was catching.

With the theater favorably packed with his friends and fellow actors, Steamboat was guaranteed to be a smash hit. That said, Buster could tell fake laughter from real belly laughs. Steamboat’s reception was real. The men in particular found the cycle sequence howlingly funny. The scene with the house drew a collective gasp that satisfied him to his core. Natalie laughed little. He couldn’t figure it out, but was determined not to let her sulkiness get under his skin and basked in everyone’s praise afterwards. There were shoulder claps and back pats galore. Finally he was back to delivering hits again and could go to Irv and tell him to sack the army of writers. It was that thought he slept on that evening.

When he woke up the next morning, the hangover had disappeared and he felt more cheerful than he had in days. He whistled “Daisy Bell” as he dressed. It wasn’t until he’d gotten downstairs that he sensed danger. Natalie was waiting for him in the breakfast room but there was no breakfast on the table. She’d been crying. Her eyes were puffy and she wasn’t wearing any makeup.

“What’s this about?” he said.

Her voice trembled. “We need to talk.”

The four worst words a woman could say to a man. “Okay,” he said, putting his hand on the back of a chair and preparing to sit down.

“I don’t want the help hearing.” She stood up.

He caught her elbow as she came around the table. The crook of her small arm was hot and moist. Dread had replaced hunger in his stomach. They headed for the living room. When he stepped into it and saw Constance and Norma sitting on the sofa with tight, cold expressions, he knew right away what it was about. Constance stood and took Nate from him. Natalie was tucked between her sisters like a chick between mother hens. Buster sat in the armchair diagonal to them, feeling out of his body.

“How’d you find out?” he said. Outwardly, he was calm. Inwardly, his pulse was hammering.

Constance curled a protective arm around Natalie as Natalie dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.

“It’s been going around a couple weeks, that you’ve had a girl at your bungalow,” said Norma. She twisted a handkerchief between her fingers, but was not crying and did not look as though she planned to.

He tried to remember who knew. Caruthers didn’t count; he’d been entrusted with more sordid details than the affair with Nelly. Louise Brooks and George Marshall knew. From what Nelly had said, Eddie Sedgwick. It must have gotten out through Eddie. He pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and extracted one, concentrating on every detail. It gave him the excuse not to look the Talmadges in the faces for a few moments.

“Norma said you wouldn’t be stupid enough to bring her to the party,” Constance said, voice full of scorn. “I said you would.” Her eyes blazed. “I was right.”

Nestled between her sisters, Natalie sniffled. Even if there had been rumors, he didn’t know how they’d connected him to Nelly specifically. As if anticipating this question, Norma said, “Dutch followed you when you left the party last night.”

“That girl?” Buster said. “No. She’s got a boyfriend.” He didn’t think the lie would get him anywhere, it just came out before he could stop it.

Constance laughed. “That preposterous boy she was with? You could tell from a mile away he doesn’t favor girls.”

He lit the cigarette. He’d forgotten he was holding it. As he took the first drag, he started to formulate a strategy. He would willingly accept whatever punishment they meted out and from now on be more careful with Nelly: no parties, no more overnights at the bungalow, no more being gone for stretches longer than two hours. He avoided looking at Natalie. That chewing guilt was working at him again and he didn’t want to fall into that endless circle of trying to figure out where their marriage had gone wrong. It was her fault things were this way. No, his. No, hers. No, his.

He looked at his sisters-in-law. “So?”

“You know the rules, Bus,” Norma said gently. She looked sad.

He hated the feeling that he was letting her and Dutch down as much as Natalie. He tried not to show it. Blowing out a cloud of smoke, he said, “So I got a little careless. I’ll keep it under wraps from now on.”

Norma shook her head. “You got attached.” When Nate had decided on separate bedrooms and he’d gone to Peg to declare to her that he intended to have his needs satisfied come hell or high water, she had agreed—with the smallest of conditions: keep it discreet, don’t get attached, don’t spend any money.

“Even if I do care for her a little, so what?” he said. “I’ve hardly spent a dime on her. She don’t want that. Told me from the beginning no satin and pearls.” It felt strange to bring Nelly out in open conversation after hiding her for so long.

“You don’t understand,” said Constance. Her eyes sparked.

He looked at Natalie, wedged under Norma and Dutch’s shoulders. He wanted to see how she felt about all of this. She refused to meet his eyes, though, only looked down and wiped at her eyes with her handkerchief.

He scoffed. “Understand what? I get it, it’s an interrogation. I’ve done a lowdown, mean thing to my wife. You want me to apologize and make amends. Well I’m sorry.” As soon as he said it, he was sure he wasn’t. He was only sorry he was careless and they’d caught him. “I have needs. You can’t expect me to go without. Don’t know why we keep going in circles about this.”

Constance reached behind her and flung several pieces of paper at him. Some landed on the coffee table and others on the floor. His brain took a moment to catch up with his eyes. Nelly was staring at them all from the photographs, breasts fully bared, clearly sitting in the Keaton bathtub. In a solitary photo, there he was holding a towel in front of his prick, gazing at the girl behind the camera lens. His heartbeat trilled like a military drum. The last he’d seen those photos, they’d been in his bedside table drawer. He hadn’t bothered hiding them. He hated that his private, intimate moment with Nelly was now seared into the Talmadge girls’ minds. He felt like a scolded, whipped little boy. As with his parents when he was a tot, he knew that nothing he could say to them would convince them that he had a side too. So he didn’t say anything. He looked down at the photos, then up at them. He was grateful for the blank pan that came so easily.

Now Norma stood up and did a funny thing. She gathered all the photos, squared them like a stack of cards, and put them in the little leather handbag at her feet. “I’m sorry,” she said. She did really look sorry as her eyes searched his. “You know the rules. I made some calls this morning. She’s no longer working for United Artists.”

“Huh?”

“We had her fired,” said Constance. She looked smug and triumphant.

Buster sat upright. “You did what?”

“She simply cannot work in pictures any longer. I’m sorry,” said Norma.

“You’ve got no right to do that,” he said, voice rising. “She didn’t do none of this. It was all me. Why’s she getting all the blame?”

“That slut knew you were married,” Constance said. “She oughta have seen it coming.”

He stood up. The cigarette seared his fingers and he dropped it, shaking his hand. It had burnt down without him noticing. “Don’t you call her that word,” he said. “She ain’t like that.”

“I call ‘em like I see ‘em,” said Constance. The expression on her face dared him.

“Buster, the cigarette,” said Norma.

He dared. “You’re the one who’s the slut,” he shot at Constance. “Buster, Jack, Michael, Ricky—want me to go on?”

Constance just smiled. “I’m not fooling around with married men. Nor am I married.”

“Pick up the cigarette, c’mon,” Norma said. “The carpet, you’re ruining the carpet.”

“Yeah? What about Norma? She’s married. She’s going outside her marriage.” He knew even before the protests were out of his mouth that they’d make no difference. The only thing that mattered to them was Natalie. As long as Natalie had been wronged, he could object until the cows came home. He picked up the smoldering butt and ground it out on the coffee table, daring them again.

“Sit down,” said Norma. Again, her voice was gentle. “I’m sorry, but Natalie comes first. You must tell this girl that it’s over.” “Nelly. Her name’s Nelly.” They must have known her name if they were able to find out where she worked, but it still felt fitting to say it out loud. This was a person they were talking about, not a chess piece to be moved off the board.

“Please tell Nelly it’s over,” Norma said. She looked apologetic.

Buster looked at Natalie. Her head was still down. He wanted to barter with her. Let me keep seeing her. What do you care anyway as long as you have your furs and your fancy parties? He looked at Constance who had a half-smirk on her face, like she knew something he didn’t.

“If I don’t?” He could already tell by the look on Constance’s face that they had him checkmated. He just didn’t know how yet.

“We’ll go to Mr. Mayer with the pictures. It’s as simple as that,” Norma said. She twisted the handkerchief.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re kidding. You’d ruin my career over something like this?”

“It’s you who’s ruining it, not us,” said Constance.

“What would happen to Nate then, huh? What’d happen to this house? All the parties?” He refused to accept that they’d pull the pin over something so trivial. If there was one thing he was sure Natalie did like about him, it was his handsome paychecks.

Between her sisters, Natalie began to cry audibly.

“We’ll take care of Natalie and the boys,” Constance said, with a dismissive wave.

He considered it. They were both still successful in pictures. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

“Just tell her it’s over,” Norma encouraged. “We don’t want to go that far.”

He knew too, sure as he knew anything, that they’d make sure Nate got more than her fair share in a divorce. She’d get the house, the kids, and whatever alimony could be squeezed out of him after he was ruined. He felt frozen. Nelly would take him even down-and-out; her line about diamonds and satin wasn’t a bluff. He just didn’t know if he could live with himself knowing he had messed up her career and he couldn’t offer her a darned thing with his gone too. It was selfish, but he didn’t want to give up everything he’d worked so hard for either, the plum gig at M-G-M, the Villa, and most of all his boys.

“Alright. I’ll tell her.”

Checkmate. King vanquished. Three queens crowned. Note: Well, you saw this coming, didn’t you? I feel I’ve been rather harsh to Natalie in this chapter, but remember, we’re only getting Buster’s perspective here since none of the story is written from Natalie’s POV. Who knows if Buster really felt so cynically toward Natalie either. I suspect not. He seems to have had a soft spot for her even after their divorce. She did like her material comforts, but as he says in his autobiography, so did he. I’ll probably go back to a biweekly posting schedule again, so look for Chapter 33 the weekend of the 18th.

#Buster Keaton #Fan fiction #RPF #Actor RPF #Golden Age Hollywood #Silent film

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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Can I request a William x reader x Yami threesome? With 3, 5, 11, 13, 15, 31, and 39? Sorry if thats too many prompts.... You can pick and choose which prompts go together the best if you want!

Ooooo something new! Please enjoy!

Kinky prompt list

Warnings;

3.) Oral sex

5.) Fingering

11.) Semi-Public/Public sex

13.) Voyeurism

31.) Spanking

39.) Caught in the act

You were at a meeting with the rest of the captains at the Golden Dawn base. Although it started to get boring and your boyfriend had something better in mind. You both some how got away and slipped into an empty room.

This wasn’t the first you two have had sex where anyone could catch you. It became a little thing you both liked, the risk made you more needy. You wouldn’t be ashamed that everyone knew just how well he fucked you.

You both started to get frisky with touches and kisses. He lays you on the bed, and pulls your pants down. His thick fingers found their way into your underwear. They teased your clit and start to finger you. His finger making a come here motion, and it was enough to throw you over the edge

“Mmmm Yami” you moan out, rolling your hips wanting more friction.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast babe” he teased slowing down. The decreased speed making you whine.

“Fuck Yami..” just as he was about to eat you out the door and opened. You scrambled to sit up and found the captain of the Golden Dawn at the door.

“Oh-sorry to interrupt...would you like a different room or?” He questioned trying not to look in your direction

“Why a differnt one we could stay here” Yami said

“Beacsue these are my quarters” William pointed out. Then an idea had ceased I to your head. You sat up straight, arching your back a little.

“Say Yami, do you think we have room for one more?” You asked biting your lip

He raised a brow and realized what you’ve were implying “oh, you mean the thing you’ve wanted to ask” Yami looked over to William as you stood and walked to him. Your hands come to his shoulders

“Would you like to join, captain?” You asked pushing your chest to his. “You seem stress and this could be just what you need” you whisper into his ear

“I-I couldn’t possibly, you’re Captain Yami’s woman. I would-“

“That’s why I’m letting her ask you. Besides, you’ll have more knowledge for future references” he said standing up. “So take your damn cape off and relax”

He walked over and pulled up a chair and placed it in front of the bed. Meanwhile you go to the large window and open it, letting the moonlight come in. In front of the window you stripped the rest of your clothes. Letting them fall to the floor as the moonlight defined your curves.

William had to admit you were extremely alluring and made it hard to say no.

“She’s a Beaty ain’t she” chuckled Yami “go to her I’ll lead you where you’re confused. After you I’ll go and don’t cum in her that’s my job” he walked to you and stood in front of you. Your caressed his body as your get to his helmet and take it off. You take his hands and help them roam up to your breasts.

Your skin was so soft and warm, he gave a experimental squeeze and he loved it. He messaged your mounds as your thighs rubbed together. He leans over to lay a kiss to your lips. You chest against his, your soft lips on his, he was hooked.

You lead him over to the bed and push him to sit. You crawl over his lap giving him a seductive stare. He scanned down your body, you looked like a goddes.

“Go ahead and give her a few hits, she likes to be spanked” he smiled at you. Reaching over and spanking you, giving your ass a squeeze for himself. William tried it but it was a bit gentle. It was kinda cute, he didn’t want to hurt you

“Come on, you can go harder” Yami said leaning back. You wiggled your ass a bit feeling him give a harder spank. Then another, and another, each a with a little more force than the last.

“Mmmmm” you whimper from the pleasure you beg from the slight pain. He felt himself getting hard under his pants as he skimmed your ass grabbing it every now and then.

“You Can do what you like, Captain, she likes it a little rough, she’s with me after all” Yami joked undoing his belt. As tbiuhhhe came across William’s mind as he pushed you Ik to the bed

“If you’ve always gotten it rough, then I’ll be gentle” he opened his pants as well, allowing his member to be free in the night air. He spreads your legs as he crawls on to the bed. Yami had already start to pump himself from the display you were putting on.

William slips into you slowly, wanting you to feel every inch. He gives slow rocks of his hips into yours. You felt every inch of his shaft, slowly but deliciously, and you loved it.

“Hey Yami, maybe you could try this sometime” you said sarcastically

He fires back with “hey Goldie, lift her legs over your shoulders, you’ll go deeper she loves that” he did as he Yami said and thrusted into you at this angle. He saw your head fall back

“Ooohhh yeah right there~” you moan out making him satisfied as he starts to pick up speed. He was being gentle yet direct and you were loving every second of it. Meanwhile Yami day back and jerked himself off to someone else fucking you.

It did bother him a bit tho, but seeing you get pleasured was something he walkways liked. He sighed as he saw Williams face contour, he was ready to cum.

“Ah ah ah, what did i así Goldie no coming in her, that’s reserved for me” he warned as William sped up bucking his hips into yours. At the last Econ’s he pulled out and came over your stomach. He panted and sat there for a few moments

“So how was it?” you ask in a song voice. Like a child almsot as you look up at him with a smile

“That’s was....wow....exhilarating..” he gasped

“Alright Goldie now it’s your turn to take the chair” Yami said as he stood and stripped from his clothes. William stood up a ns sta on the chair watching him get into bed with you. He leaned down and kissed your lips with passion and lust.

His large hand coming to your knees and spreading them. He slammed himself into you and waited no time to start thrusting. You were already warmed up, no need for more

“Oh yeah....take all of me...” he praised as he looked down to where you both met. He starts to pound you as you cry out louder and tighten around him. In the chair William watched, pleased with the show he was getting as he pleasures himself. What a show this was.

Yami May have been tougher with you but it was more than just lust. The way he admires your body silently, and hold you close when he rams himself into you. He was just a bit tougher than William but his full intent was making you feel good

“Are you gonna cum.?...cum for me princess...cum..over.. my...cock!” and with a final thrust he spills into you as you moan his name loudly. William gave a few more quick pumps to himself as his seed feel to the floor. Panting filled the room as you all caught your breath from the experience.

“And that...is how...you fuck a girl..the right way Goldie” he said giving you thigh a slap. “Mind if we stay here for tonight?” Yami asked as he wraps you up in the duvet.

“Go ahead, I have a spare room, and thank you for the invitation” you waved to him as he pulled his pants back on a son walked to the door “oh and Y/N? Yami is very lucky to have you”

He said over his shoulder as he exited the room. After he left you cuddle into Yami more

“Wanna go another round?” Yami chuckled as his arms came over your body. You roll your eyes at his offer but also at the fact that

You would agree.

I hope this was okay, I’m not sure if this is good :/❤️

#yami sukehiro x reader #william vangeance #black clover x reader #black clover william #black clover yami #black clover #anime #fanfiction #anime x reader #yami sukehiro

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movieexpert1978 · 3 years

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Poker Game

This is for @callmekane who wanted a little something with King. I hope you enjoy it. Lots of smut ahead.

King Schultz is not my character.

“That’s bullshit.” One player huffed as the lady laid her winning cards on the table.

“Sorry boys, but the cards are for lady luck tonight.” The woman winked. Dr. King Schultz couldn’t help but admire her skills. Being a bounty hunter had its perks. You had to keep a sharp eye for details. King watched her all night through the game and she didn’t cheat. It helped that the other players drank themselves into a stupor, but she wasn’t a cheater. The other two men huffed and grumbled as they left leaving the lady and King. “Would you like another hand Doctor?” She smiled sweetly, batting her pretty eyelashes.

“No thank you my dear. You played well and a nice bed is calling for me.” King says as he gets up.

“Ooooh…I wouldn’t mind a nice game of strip poker myself.” She winks making King chuckle. She puts the cards away in her purse and finishes her drink.

“May I walk you to your room?” King asks ever so kindly. He was always the proper gentleman.

“Why thank you Doctor.” She smiles sincerely and takes his arm as they go upstairs. “Right here.” She says pointing to the door.

“Goodnight Miss.” King says. She never did give her name, although he was sure to remember her with her stunning eyes and raven black hair. King turns to leave but she grabs his jacket and pulls him into a fierce kiss making him grunt in surprise. He can’t help but give in…it’s been a while. Her free hand reaches behind her to open the door and get King inside. She turns him around and closes the door with a small kick. She smiles as she reaches for him again. She wraps her arms around his neck and tosses his had aside.

“I’m not going to wake up in the morning with my clothes gone and my money stolen am I?” King asks between kisses as his hands trail over her body.

“That depends on how good your hand is Doctor.” She teases. He grunts as she pushes him onto the bed before she gets her infernal heels off. She crawls on top of him and straddles his waist. She feels something nice and hard and he groans as she rolls her hips on it. She leans down and starts working on the mess of buttons of his clothing as they kiss again. “So many layers.” She huffs. She gets his vest open to reveal his shirt.

“It’s proper gentleman attire.” He blushes. She giggles as she gets his shirt open finally and rubs at his skin. King groans softly at her touch. She traces his chest and grazes over his battle scars with her fingertips. The right touch makes him shudder. He quickly sits up and starts kissing at her neck and shoulders as she pushes his layers off of his shoulders. She smiles to herself when he shoves them to the floor. Now he starts working on her dress.

“So many layers.” He teases right back as he tenderly kisses her shoulders.

“It’s proper lady attire.” She giggles. She expertly helps him with the knots. As her dress loosens, it reveals more and more of her pale skin. King eagerly kisses at what he can, making her sigh contently. She scoots down a little eager to attack that bulge in his pants.

“Wait, wha-ooooh!” King groans deeply as she starts stroking his hard cock. King holds her tightly as he breaths hard into her shoulder. His shaky hand pulls down her dress a little bit more to reveal her breasts and King starts to lick and kiss at her. He lets out a small whine as he takes oe of her nipples in his mouth while she continues to stroke him. She pulls away again and shoves him back down on the bed making him grunt again. she gives him a pleasant wink as she crawls down and starts teasing his cock with her tongue. He groans something in German as she takes him into her mouth. She has no doubt it was something filthy. She hums pleasantly as she moves her mouth slowly up and down his length. He gently runs his fingers through her silky hair as he pants. She gives a hearty suck on his cock before she sits up to catch her breath.

“Get that dress off before I have to buy you a new one.” King rasps as he feverishly tugs at it.

“Did you just show your hand Doctor?” She teases as she gets up.

“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” He says. She lets out a pleasant laugh as they both discard the rest of their clothing. King groans as he gets the upper hand first and lays her down on the bed. She sighs contently as despite his eagerness, he is a tender partner. His mouth trails down her body and after she gives him a nod he gives her a deep lick at her sex that makes her gasp. King holds her hips as he tastes her inside and out, groaning softly. She grips the bed sheets as he shows that his tongue has more skill than speaking several languages.

“Ooooh! Oh my!” She gasps when he sucks at her clit just right. She can’t wait anymore. “Fuck me.” She gasps.

“Hmmm?” He says looking up.

“Fuck me.” She repeats softly.

“I will raise you on that my dear.” He smirks. She chuckles as he wags his eyebrows playfully as he gets in between her legs. He slowly thrusts his cock in her and they both groan when he’s seated inside her. He definitely has a full deck, she thinks to herself. She gives him a nod and he starts moving his hips slowly to let her adjust. It only makes her want more so she moves her hips as well. King groans as he holds her hips as they get a steady rhythm going. They’re both panting and just staring at each other without a care in the world. She gets greedy as she sits up and sits herself on King’s lap. He grunts and stutters as he holds onto her, going faster with the new angle.

“Yes…yes…yes…” She gasps into his lips. King’s clever tongue fails him as he only pants in reply. He starts moving her faster on his cock and her cries get louder as she grips his shoulders. “Oh fuck yes!” She gasps. King kisses and nips where he can as his hand sneaks down to add a little pleasure to her clit. It catches her off guard and she nearly scream out her release. King’s pace falters for a moment to let her ride it out before he keeps going. His whole body shakes as he frantically moves before he groans out his own release. They both fall back onto the bed breathing hard as she rubs his back. He groans as he slowly sits up. They stare at each other for a moment before they laugh and settle into bed.

“Mmmmm…you certainly won this round Doctor.” She sighs pleasantly.

“Oh…round?” He asks curiously.

“I haven’t folded just quiet yet. “ She winks.

“In that case my dear…please shuffle the deck.” King smiles back.

#christoph waltz #christoph waltz fanfiction #christoph waltz fanfic #Doctor King Schultz #King schultz #smut #for a friend #poker game

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lurkerwithcomputer · 3 years

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WIP Thursday

Nah, that doesn't roll of the tongue the same, does it? A day late I may be, but here's a WIP that's slowly progressing. Some teenage Kouta/Eri, with LoV !Eri.

The rain pours down, turning the dark night blurry as water runs down the window. He can kinda appreciate how the city looks, beyond his window, like one of those moody urban paintings Aunt Shino is probably tired of him putting up in his room. She's one to talk, with the traditional-style paintings of mountains and forests on every surface.

There's a knock on his window and the creak of the outside air duct. He looks over to see a very familiar face looking back. White hair glistens from the inside of her dripping hood. Her jacket might be water-resistant, but it's not a raincoat. It's not meant for what's coming down, but at least it isn't cold outside.

He hops to his feet and yanks the window open.

Fuck, I'm glad Aunt Shino's not home tonight.

"Eri? Holy shit, come in, you're soaked! Just hold on..."

He reaches out with his Quirk, to grasp the water that's dripping off her before it can get all over his floor. Controlling water is trickier than just spraying water with his Quirk, especially when he has to pull it out of fabric, but it doesn't take him that long to have a blob of water suspended between his hands. It floats in the air, jiggling like a dirty gray amoeba of rainwater and gunk. He shoves it out the window, in the same motion as he slams it shut. Free of his control, the water blob drops out of sight.

"Motherfucker!"

Eri looks up, smirking, from wiping her feet with a rag - he keeps them in his room and says it's for wiping junk food off his fingers, which isn't a lie. Technically.

The muffled, snarling yell from below, in the alley under his window, is vaguely familiar. Kouta's heard that voice somewhere before, but his recognition runs dry tonight. Eri's slightly cracked giggling tilts him over, from trying to place the voice to laughing until he can't breathe. Although, he does feel a little bad for whoever just got soaked.

"Oh shit, Dabi's gonna bitch about that for days!" she wheezes.

His laughter stops cold, along with his blood in his veins. Eri seems unconcerned by this piece of information, still giggling.

"Dabi? That Dabi? Did I just fuck up real bad?"

"Relax, Kouta, he's not gonna do anything except be saltier than usual."

He's not entirely reassured, but he'll take Eri's word for it. She shrugs out of her Quirk-dried jacket and Kouta feels a whole new wave of concern wash over him. Her forearms are viciously scabby, scratched to hell like she's shoved her arms into a blender made of fingernails. Her own fingernails, to be precise. Her permanent eyebags have gone deep enough to hide a body or two in them. He knows what she looks like when she's stressed out.

Yeah, she needs this. Those meat-grinder arms don't lie.

"What do you wanna do?"

"Watch something mindless, eat junk food... and sit really close to you. It's that kinda night and that kinda week."

After getting hot pockets, a big bowl of chips, some peach soda, and plugging his laptop into his big screen, this is honestly shaping up to be pretty relaxing. They sit on his bed with a heap of pillows behind them. The crumbs they're gonna get on his blankets are Future Kouta's problem. He leans back against her, because even though he's filled out and grown some muscle, she's grown taller instead. She wraps her arms around his ribs and rests her chin on his shoulder. He swears that a darkly metallic tang rises off her ragged forearms.

His brain chooses that moment to change his attention from the re-runs of an old knife-making show to being very aware of Eri. The way he can feel her body heat through her worn-thin T-shirt. The way she's soft against his back, despite how lean she looks. He's a teenager and he likes her. Yes, that kind of likes her. Sue him.

She brings one hand up to play with his hair.

And her hands are nice. Even if most people's definition of "nice hands" doesn't include scars and callouses, mine does.

Her hand in his hair brings her forearm right up next to his face. Where he can see her scars in too-close detail, old ghost-pale needle marks and methodical, even cut lines. Where he can feel the roughness of her raw, fresh scabbing, and the metallic scent of her self-injuries seeps into his nose. This close he can see something else, beneath more layers of old scars than someone their age should have. Etched on her skin like a fingerprint are pearly, geometric swirls, like Damascus steel, like a pattern-weld.

He shakes off the rather disturbing concept of pattern-welded skin as her other hand joins the first in his hair.

As her touch on his scalp grows firmer he melts into her, and she in turn melts into the pile of pillows, until both of them are far enough back to be staring at the ceiling instead of the screen. He's too deep in the sensations of being close to her to register the sound of the show as anything more than background noise. Her breathing, soft and steady, and slowing as she relaxes too. Her warmth, soaking into him through worn-out fabric. The rub and scratch of her fingers on his scalp, soothing him, melting him further. Her scent, vanilla and lime shampoo, and the dried blood from her arms.

He wonders, distantly, if not being bothered by that particular scent says something about him.

There's an impulse that's been building up while her arm has been right next to his face, next to his lips. It's grown like drops feed into trickles, give rise to rivers, come spilling forth as waterfalls.

He presses a kiss to her pale, scarred and scabby skin, on the underside of her arm. It gives him warm tingles, even as it stains his lips with the taste of stale, sour salt and iron. Above and over his shoulder, there's an inquisitive hum, and her quiet, low, raspy voice. An odd voice for a teenage girl, but it's easy on his ears, like the sound of surf on sand.

"Hmmm. Hey, do that again," she says, soft but eager in a way that's hard to place.

He does, again and again, and the slow-drip buildup of salted rust in his mouth is surprisingly heady, when mixed with the slow scratch of her fingers on his scalp. It's only when he loses track of how many kisses he's left, that he realizes he's tracing the lines of her scars and scabs, rubbery and rough on his lips. Eri's breath ghosts over his neck as she hums again, deeper, from her chest.

Dry, chapped skin presses against the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. He can feel her lips curl up into a smile.

There's a sudden warm pinch.

He flinches and shivers, but not in a bad way - his face heats up and his pulse quickens.

"Um. Did you just bite me?"

"Was it bad?"

"It wasn't bad. Just... a surprise. But I think I like it," Kouta replies, and if his face didn't feel too warm before, it does now.

Eri gives that raspy giggle he's grown to like so much, the one that flows over his ears like the swish of waves. Her lips brush the back of his shoulder again, and one hand leaves his hair to pull the neck of his t-shirt aside. He can't help but lean into the sensations - the texture of her scarred, calloused fingers, the scrape of her teeth, her chapped lips, the warmth of her mouth on him.

He works his way up her arm, trailing kisses, until he has to shift position. It pulls Eri's mouth away from the back of his neck, where he's sure there will be plenty of incriminating hickeys, and a few bite marks, later.

He rolls over to face her, eye to eye. She wordlessly leans back into the side of his neck, chapped lips meeting skin, fingers tangling in his hair again. He follows suit, and her neck goes from cool and damp with residual rainwater, to warm and damp with a hint of her sweat, and probably his saliva, given the hickeys he's leaving.

"Mmmmm... this is much better than stewing," she mumbles from just below his ear.

That takes him out of things just a little, but... but it's probably good that she seems ready to spill whatever's stressing her out.

He sucks one last mark, in the middle of her throat, right above her collarbones, and then rolls off her. He looks her in the eye, briefly, and something flows between them, even if neither knows what.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I... well. Yeah. It's really Not Okay. I'm Not Okay over it."

Eri sucks in a breath.

"Kouta, they," she swallows audibly and her eyes turn wet, "The HPSC is trying to pressure the government to turn off power and water in neighborhoods that refuse their authority."

His blood flows like ice water in his veins, even as aimless fury boils in his chest. No, not aimless - but where is he gonna point it when society itself is what he's angry at?

Too big of a target. Like I'm trying to defeat an elephant with a sharpened popsicle stick.

He knew something was up - Aunt Shino has been making some dark expressions when she thinks she's alone, and when she got drunk last week she ranted a lot about the HPSC being "disgraceful bastards" without actually saying much about what's going on.

Now that he knows what the problem is, Kouta's pretty sure his choice of words is closer to "Extremely Fucked Up".

His more immediate problem is that he's got no idea what the fuck to say to Eri right now. Comfort has never been his strong suit, for all his experience with being scared and hurt, angry and alone. What he does understand is feeling the need to immediately do something about it.

Eri answers this question for him.

"That's not the really fucked up part," she says, and even though her voice is quiet he can hear her seethe, "it's that they've already started doing it."

"I don't know what to say to that," he says, because he might as well be honest, "That it's horrible, they shouldn't be doing this, I hope it makes human rights people step up their game, that it makes me despise society even more..."

A thought that's been bubbling up slowly, the more he's gotten to know her, washes over him now.

"I guess I get where villains are coming from. The ones who look at society and want to burn it all down, I mean," he says.

Eri stares at him, her eyebags made more prominent by how her blood-red eyes widen.

#lurker writes #WIP #LoV Eri #eri #izumi kouta

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labyrinthof-fan-fiction · 3 years

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Try to Remember, When Life was So Tender

Part 6 of Try to Remember

Bucky X music teacher fem!Reader

Summary: Avenger’s tower relationship snippets.

A/N: I don’t know why I put part 5 as the final part of this on AO3, but look another part appeared! *Tosses pokèball recklessly into the inspiration pit that is my brain* I do not own Marvel, the characters, or the song “Try to Remember”

Warnings: Fluff, adult themes, lots of fluff.

Word Count: 1,535

It took a while for you to fall asleep, after Bucky’s reaction to sharing a bed with you, a sense of unease settled into the pit of your stomach. An insecure part of you thought that maybe he just didn’t want to spend a night in bed with you, his fears were just a cover. That’s why he had been putting off your meeting with the Avengers, that’s why he always left your place. As you felt those insecurities rise, his arms tightened and pulled you closer.You knew the history of the Winter Soldier, both from your own research and Bucky’s personal accounts. You would be lying if you said that part of him didn’t scare you. The killer who still haunted him. From what he had told you, the Soldier hadn’t made an appearance for a long time. No one quite knew why the soldier had been absent, but Bucky said that he was still inside him.

His heartbeat slowed and his breathing became even, the lines on his face faded. You watched him sleep, seeing his face at peace. You reached your hand up and brushed his hair back from his face. A small smile made its way across his face and you closed your eyes.

You wake the next morning with your back tucked into Bucky his metal arm gently wrapped around your waist. You shifted slightly and felt his arm tighten around your midsection, a quiet grumble fell from his lips before he settled back in, his nose nuzzling into your neck. You sighed and reached your hand out to rest on his arm, feeling the slight chill from the metal on your palm. Bucky’s fingers flexed slightly at the touch, then relaxed, remaining around your waist. You closed your eyes to try and lull yourself back to sleep, but you were already awake, there was no way your body would fall back into sleep. You glanced around the room, it was a warm grey, with the basic necessities. A dresser, closet, and bed connected to a personal bathroom. Your eyes wandered to the night stand, a basic chrome lamp sat on the top, you noticed a book with a bookmark halfway through the book. The Sorcerer’s Stone. You chuckled, you had told Bucky that he would not be able to watch the Harry Potter movies until he read the books, he had promised to start them.

At your chuckle Bucky shifted, his arms pulling you into further into his chest, “See something funny?” He asked quietly, you felt yourself melt at the gravel in his voice.

“Just a good reading choice.” You answered, giving him a tap on his arms, he loosened and you turned to face him. His blue eyes still clouded with sleep, but an easy relaxed air rested between you.

He smirked, “Have to keep up with my studies, wouldn’t want to be a bad student.”

“I would hate to call home and tell Steve you were failing class, I don’t think he’d take it well.” You answered, placing a hand over his chest, he reached out and intertwined your fingers with his.

“Mmmmm, he would be unbearable. Tony would be the worst though, he’d make me get a tutor.” He said, leaning down to place a gentle kiss to your hand. “We should probably get up.”

You sighed and glanced up at him, “But it’s the weekend, teachers get to sleep in on weekends.”

“Is that so?” Bucky asked, quirking an eyebrow, he removed his hand from yours and rolled so he was positioned above you. “What exactly does this sleeping in, entail?” He lowered himself so he was hovering just above your face, you could feel his breath on your lips.

“Well, usually, sleep until noon, maybe scroll endlessly on Instagram for a few hours. Stay in bed as long as possible.” You murmured. “Although I have heard of other activities.” You reached up and put your hand on the base of his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. A moan escaped Bucky’s lips as he pulled himself closer to you.

You both exited his room a bit later, Bucky’s hand in yours, leading you to the kitchen. You heard the sounds of people talking and joking.

“I say we have at least one more hour before they get down here.” Sam’s voice called.

“No way, ten minutes, tops.” Tony snarked back.

“With that super soldier stamina, I bet we get him down here on his own, and teach gets breakfast in bed.” Sam challenged.

Bucky’s face was bright red as he halted in front of the door. “Y/N…” He started, embarrassment obvious on his face.

You placed a finger on his lips and removed your hand from his. “Just wait here.” You whispered, walking the rest of the way to the kitchen on your own. For a moment you were surprised by yourself, but you knew that you had to play their game. You walked into the kitchen alone, “Hello boys.” You greeted Tony and Sam, Steve was nursing a cup of coffee with Dr. Banner in the corner. Natasha was absent from the room.

“Where’s Buck?” Steve asked, a bit of worry in his eyes.

“Oh he’s still in the room. Figured I’d take him some breakfast, he was really worn out.” You smirked, pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

The boys remained silent for a moment. “Jarvis.” Tony murmured quietly, you heard the telltale opening of Van Halen’s “Hot for Teacher.”

“Sir, I do believe that you and Mr. Wilson now owe Natasha $50 each.” A voice called from the sound system.

“Dammit.” Sam grumbled through his teeth as Natasha sauntered in.

“You better pay up.” She said, winking in your direction. “You can come in now lover boy!” She called, Bucky came through the door, a blush still apparent on his face. “Barnes, what ever you do, don’t fuck this up. She’s a good one.”

Bucky smiled, “She is.” He confirmed, meeting your eyes and reaching for a cup of coffee.

“Alright, I have got to get out of here before I get sucked in and start singing about love and the true meanings of life.” Sam muttered, putting his dishes in the sink, saluting Bucky, and rushing out the door.

“I second that.” Tony said, “If you need a change of close teach, just go in Bucky’s closet. Pepper always said it was important to make sure ladies have a set of things.”

Your eyes widened for a moment, “How…?”

Tony’s eyes moved up and down your body, “It’s a talent.” He winked then made a beeline for the door as Bucky’s eyes darkened and his shoulders tensed.

Dr. Banner’s eyes remained on the paper in front of him. Steve glanced at the two of you. “So what the plan for the day?”

Bucky’s eyes twinkled, “I think we’ll wing it, see where the day takes us.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Is that so?”

“I think it would make for an interesting day.” He answered, placing a quick kiss to your cheek. “I also think, breakfast in bed, is a perfect plan.” He grabbed a tray of breakfast pastries and nodded to the door.

“It was good to see you.” Dr. Banner said as Bucky led you out of the kitchen.

“You too!” You called back.

The two men in the kitchen met eyes and laughed. “Was he always like this?” Bruce asked Steve.

“He used to be.” Steve answered, a bit of sadness laced in the smile in his voice.

After that morning it became a regular sight to see you in the Tower, for movie nights and the occasional breakfast on Saturday mornings. Bucky eventually convinced you to start learning self-defense with him.

“I don’t want you to be unprepared, if anything should happen.” He murmured one night as you were curled against him. You nodded, knowing that it would bring him some peace knowing you knew how to take care of yourself, in the event of something. “I want you to be able to take me down if you need to, or at least be able to get away.”

You had shuddered at the thought, he was afraid of himself, of what he could do. He still felt uneasy when you went to sleep next to him. But, you had learned how to throw a punch and self defense, that you had been thinking of doing for year, but the added benefit was you were learning from your boyfriend. And learning from your boyfriend had its perks.

Bucky remembered his time with women in the past, but then he didn’t have his metal arm and the weight of the Winter Soldier. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he felt you drift off. He listened to your breathing as you slept in his arms. It had been a few weeks of you sleeping over, safe in his arms. He had gotten used to you being near him, being with him. He was happier than he had been in a long time. His eyes began to feel heavy, he buried his nose in your hair and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

#james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky/reader

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thebonerpit · 4 years

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~*~ Santa’s Little Helper Pt.2 ~*~

(Part 1 here) And here’s the smut! Also posted this in full on my Ao3 here. Thank you everyone for your notes/reblogs/comments, it totally inspired me to continue this. Tagging: @rileyrosebelluniverse @tony-is-my-daddy @annoyingcatto @baly0110 @areluctantsblog @consciencecoward

Saturday arrived before Tony knew it, but it still somehow took too long to get there. Ever since Peter texted him he had been buzzing with excitement over their date. It was ridiculous. He was forty-fucking-six years old and he felt like a teenager before prom. Fitting, he supposed, since he was going on a date with an actual teenager. He shoved that little moral dilemma to the back of his mind and concentrated on getting ready. He didn’t want to look too formal because he knew Peter probably didn’t have much of a budget for dress clothes and he didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, so he settled on a simple black suit jacket, worn open over a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and black trousers. Peter didn’t have to know the entire outfit probably cost more than a year of his tuition.

It made more sense to meet at the bar rather than Tony go out of his way to pick Peter up (even though he did make it perfectly clear he would). Peter’s only stipulation was that they didn’t go anywhere Christmas themed which Tony was perfectly happy to comply with. He chose a secluded little lounge at the top of a ritzy hotel that most people didn’t even realize was there, which made it nice and quiet most of the time. He saw Peter waiting downstairs outside and smiled as he approached.

“Pretty sure they would have let you wait inside, you know,” he said, noting how Peter was shivering slightly in his thin jacket.

“Oh! H-hey, Mr. Stark, I just—”

“Hi sweetheart,” Tony interrupted, leaning in to press a kiss against his cheek which made Peter shiver even more, “call me Tony, alright? Not that the whole ‘Mr. Stark’ thing isn’t a turn-on.”

Peter blushed and laughed softly. “Ok… Tony.”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

The lounge was small, decorated with dim lights, flickering candles, and a number of plush couches. There was one in front of a roaring fireplace that Tony made sure would be empty for them. A handful of people were relaxing with drinks in their hands, all engrossed in their own private conversations, and they didn’t even look up when Peter and Tony entered. Peter immediately wandered over to the window where there was a spectacular view of the city, and Tony watched with an amused little smile on his face as Peter quickly took a picture before coming to join Tony on their couch.

“Oh wow,” Peter whispered as he sank into the fluffy cushions, “this is so nice.”

“Mmhmm, you bet. Drink?”

“Um… I’m… I’m only 19…”

Right.

“Don’t worry about that, I’m here a lot. They’ll be flexible.”

He motioned for the waiter and ordered an old-fashioned for himself. Peter looked at the drink menu, brow furrowed, and eventually decided on something called a sugar cookie martini. It looked hideously sweet, the rim decorated with green and red sprinkles, and somehow suited him perfectly. The waiter nodded and retreated to the bar without a mention of Peter’s age.

“See?”

“Thank you,” he said, glancing up at him through his lashes like he did when they first met. It was devastating and Tony was sure Peter had no idea what he was doing with that look which made it even sexier. They made casual, pleasant conversation for a while as they sipped their drinks until Peter darted his eyes over to Tony and swallowed thickly.

“I, um, have a confession to make.”

“Alright… but if you tell me you’re a real elf I’m taking that drink away.”

Peter giggled and shook his head, his cheeks pink from the alcohol.

“No! That’s… no. It’s just that, um… I sort of… I knew who you were. Who you are. When I saw you last week.”

Tony raised his eyebrows. He knew he was pretty well-known in the tech industry for his robotics work but he wasn’t arrogant enough to think everyone knew his name… yet.

“It’s my roommates fault. His name is Harley. He like, worships you, basically.”

“Oh, so you’re saying I took the wrong college student out on a date then. What’s his number?”

Peter looked horrified until he realized Tony was joking and smacked him lightly on the arm, which made Tony laugh.

“He’s taking mechanical engineering and never shuts up about the robots you built. So, yeah…”

“Does he know you’re currently on a date with me?”

“Absolutely not! He would probably be here right now, talking your ear off about something called a DUM-E, I don’t know.”

Tony laughed again. “Well, I appreciate the honesty. But that means you’ve got an advantage. You know all about me and all I know about you is how good your ass looks in tights.”

Peter groaned and hid his face in his hands but Tony gently pried them away by his wrists.

“Nuh-uh, none of that, sweetheart. Tell me about yourself.”

So Peter did. And by the end of it Tony was pretty sure he was in love. Peter was sweet, and intelligent, and incredibly kind-hearted. He was an orphan, his family ripped apart by gun violence, and instead of letting it ruin him he volunteered at hospitals and group therapy communities for people who have been through the same thing.

“So you aren’t an elf, then… you’re an angel.”

Peter blushed furiously and busied himself with polishing off the last of his drink.

“Not at all. I just… I just like to help people, that’s all. I’ve done bad things, too, y’know.”

“Oh yeah? Like what, accidentally stepped on an ant once back in the fifth grade?”

“Mmmmm nope,” he said, flopping back against the cushions. He was starting to look a little hazy-eyed and yeah, that was enough alcohol for this one. “I didn’t wear those tights like you asked me to.”

Tony laughed and settled back into the cushions as well, leaning in close so their shoulders were touching.

“Not exactly a criminal offense, Pete.”

“I wore something else, though,” he said softly, biting his lip as he looked over at him. Christ, his dick twitched just from that one glance. Tony was done for.

“Are you going to share with the class?” Tony whispered.

Peter looked around quickly to make sure no one was in their general vicinity before shifting down a bit further and tugging at the hem of his pants. Tony watched, eyes wide, and his mouth went dry as Peter revealed the edge of what looked to be some lacy green panties.

“Fuck,” he rasped, desperate to reach over and touch that sliver of skin, warmed to a golden brown by the light of the fire.

“Is that… something you like? I didn’t know—”

“Pete, if we were alone I’d already have those trousers on the floor,” he said, leaning over and instead of touching his hip cupping Peter’s cheek, letting him stare into those big brown eyes up close.

“Then let’s go somewhere we can be alone,” Peter said. He looked surprised by his own boldness but held Tony’s gaze as he licked his lips.

“Yeah. Good plan. Big fan of that idea. Check, please?”

The Uber ride back to Tony’s wasn’t far but it took every ounce of his willpower not to lean over and have Peter right there in the back of the car. Screw his perfect 5-star rating, some things were more important. But they managed to get there, all the way up the elevator, and into his apartment before he grabbed Peter by his slim hips and pressed him up against the wall.

“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” he said.

“If you stop I might actually die,” Peter responded, his voice high and breathy as he wrapped one leg around Tony’s waist to pull him closer.

Tony kissed him like he needed his mouth to breathe, like Peter was keeping all the oxygen in the room behind those perfect pink lips. Peter moaned as Tony pressed his tongue inside and god, he tasted like rum and sugar and Tony was sure he was getting drunk off it. He felt slim fingers scrabbling at his buttons and managed to pull himself away long enough to stop him, which earned a particularly cute pout from Peter.

“Bedroom. This way.”

By the time they managed to get there they had left a trail of clothing on the floor behind them, Tony completely naked, although he waited until he was seated on the edge of his bed with Peter in front of him to unveil the pièce de résistance. He leaned in to kiss at Peter’s taut stomach as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down to reveal the panties, now stained from where Peter was leaking against the front of them. His cock looked delectable encased in green lace, and even better was the view from behind. His ass was more perfect up close, framed by a heart-shaped cut-out in the back and topped with a red silk bow.

“A Christmas present I don’t even need to unwrap to get to… what a treat.”

Peter looked back over his shoulder.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Please what?”

“God, please, anything, I’d let you do anything,” he begged, wiggling his hips.

“Ok, fuck, I changed my mind again. You aren’t an angel, you’re an actual demon, sent here to tempt me to do very, very naughty things,” Tony growled, leaning in to bite at one plump cheek. Peter yelped but pressed back against him, and Tony left two more bites on his ass before flipping them around so Peter was bent over the bed and Tony was on his knees behind him.

“Give me your hands, baby,” Tony said, and Peter immediately obeyed which wow, ok, Tony would definitely be exploring that later. Tony put one hand on each cheek and leaned in to kiss the base of his spine. “Hold yourself open for me.”

Peter made a whimpering noise into the sheets but did as he was told, exposing his perfect little pink hole. There was a brief moment when Tony thought about teasing him, but he would have only been teasing himself. All he wanted was to taste that incredible ass, so he did. The first touch of his tongue made Peter jolt and whimper again as he spread his legs even wider. Tony buried his face in between his cheeks, licking and sucking and rubbing his goatee against Peter’s sensitive skin.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Tony pleeeeeease,” Peter begged. He was rubbing himself against the mattress, obviously desperate for some friction on his cock, so Tony reached underneath him with one hand to press his palm against his bulge. Peter groaned, now unsure whether to push against Tony’s hand or back against his mouth.

“You like that, baby, hm? You like it when I eat you out like this?”

“Yes, oh my god, Tony please don’t stop!”

Who was Tony to deny such a sweet request? He dove back in, spearing his tongue as deep as it could go, licking him out until Peter was literally dripping with his saliva. It was running down the insides of his thighs, making his pale skin shiny in the dim light of Tony’s bedroom.

“Wanna come like this, sweetheart?”

Peter managed to prop himself up and look over at Tony. He was an absolute mess already, lips bitten red and hair mussed up from where he had pushed his head into the sheets.

“Want you inside me.”

“That can definitely be arranged.”

Tony stood up (and hoped to god Peter didn’t hear his knees popping) and rummaged through his nightstand for lube and a condom.

“Can we… I’m clean, and on PrEP.”

Tony looked down at Peter who had crawled up into the centre of his bed and was laid out there like a little prince.

“Me too. Are you sure?”

Peter nodded, rubbing at his cock through the panties.

“Want to feel you. God, your dick is huge,” he groaned, and Tony smirked as he crawled over on top of him.

“Should’ve pegged you for a size queen,” he teased. Peter just giggled softly and wrapped his legs around him to pull Tony down for a filthy kiss. “Leave these on?”

Tony fingered the edge of the panties and Peter nodded as he reached over to grab the lube. He started slicking up his own fingers but Tony stopped him with a shake of his head.

“Let me do that.”

“Fuck, ok… please hurry,” Peter said, shifting underneath him so he could throw one leg over Tony’s shoulder which was an incredibly pleasing development.

“Flexible… yoga?”

“Mmhmm, and I dance in my spare time,” Peter said, shivering a little as he felt Tony’s fingers rub against his hole.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you,” Tony rumbled out as he pressed two slick fingers inside. Peter’s mouth dropped open in a high-pitched moan and he arched into Tony’s touch, immediately pushing down to get him even deeper. “Oh fuck baby, look at you, taking it so well…”

“Feels so good,” Peter whimpered, jolting up against Tony’s sturdy frame as he started working his fingers in and out, slow at first but then in a steady, unrelenting rhythm. Tony was hard as rock, rubbing himself against Peter’s leg as he tried his best to concentrate on opening him up. He was just about to add another finger when he felt Peter shoving at him so he slowed, confused.

“What—”

“On your back. Quickly. Want to ride you.”

“Yeah?” Tony asked, already complying with a pleased smirk on his face. “Is that what you like?”

Peter nodded as he climbed into Tony’s lap, pausing to adjust himself in his panties. The head of his cock was peeking out of the top and Tony couldn’t resist rubbing one thumb over his leaking slit.

“Ahhhh! Tony st-stop, so close,” Peter whined, reaching back to blindly grab for Tony’s cock.

“So desperate, sweetheart,” Tony cooed, taking pity on him and lining himself up. Peter flushed, suddenly self-conscious at how uninhibited he was acting, but Tony was having none of that. He held Peter’s chin in one hand as he rubbed the head of his cock against his fluttering hole. “Look at me. Want to see that beautiful face when you ride me.”

Peter gasped as Tony breached him. He was so fucking tight and Tony really should have insisted on working him open a bit more but Peter moaned in pleasure as he sank down on Tony’s thick cock, his own twitching and leaking in the confines of those gorgeous panties. Tony could feel Peter squeezing around him and he squeezed back with his hands wrapped around his narrow hips.

“Does that—fuck, d-does that feel good?” Peter asked, breathless, his fingers scrabbling at Tony’s broad chest.

“So good, Pete, so fucking good. Wanna see you come on my cock, baby, just like this ok? Just take what you need.”

Peter bit his own lip so hard Tony thought it might actually bleed as he started grinding his hips back and forth. The angle must have been hitting his prostate perfectly because he was soaking his panties, shuddering and gasping as each spurt of pre-come leaked out.

“Gorgeous,” Tony growled, spurring him on.

“Hahhhh, ah, oh my god, so full, so big,” Peter babbled, his head thrown back, brown curls bouncing as he moved even faster, thighs shaking from the effort. Tony reached up and tweaked his pink nipples, rubbing his hands everywhere he could reach. “More, more, more, touch me, please, oh fuck, Mr. Stark, please!”

Oh, this little minx…

Tony planted his feet on the mattress and started snapping his hips up, jostling Peter in his lap and making him practically scream. Thank god for soundproofing.

“You gonna come, baby? Gonna come for me?”

“Y-yes, yes, so close, don’t stop!”

Not even a world-ending catastrophic event could make Tony stop at this point. He was relentless, pounding up into Peter until he went rigid above him, nails digging crescent moons into Tony’s thighs, as he came with the most beautiful gasping moan Tony had ever heard. Sticky fluid covered both of their stomachs and Peter collapsed on top of him, squishing the mess between their bodies in what should have been an unpleasant sensation but now just felt filthy in the best possible way. Peter was shaking, and Tony rubbed a hand up and down his back to soothe him.

“You did so good baby,” he whispered. Peter whimpered in response and squeezed around him again.

“Don’t stop,” he begged, wiggling his hips and burying his face in Tony’s neck, mouthing wet kisses wherever he could reach. “Want you to come inside me. Fill me up.”

Tony groaned and his dick twitched, something deep and primal inside him sparking at the idea of marking Peter as his in that way.

“Are you sure, baby? You aren’t too sensitive?”

“I… I like it,” he whispered, now moving on to nipping at Tony’s skin. “Feels amazing. Like… being used, just for your pleasure.”

“Fucking christ, Pete, you’re going to give an old man a heart attack talking like that,” Tony gasped out, to which Peter just giggled and kissed Tony’s jaw.

“Pleeeease, Mr. Stark,” he begged. Tony could feel the smile on Peter’s face against his skin and he couldn’t resist any longer. He grabbed two handfuls of Peter’s perfect ass and held him in place as he fucked up into him, hard, lost in the intense sensation of heat and slick. All he could hear was Peter panting into his ear and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and it didn’t take long before he was reaching his own climax.

“Ready, baby? Gonna fill you up, just like you wanted” he growled. Peter whined and clung on to him so hard he was going to have bruises as Tony groaned deeply, coming in hot spurts inside Peter’s wrecked hole. He nearly whited out from the overwhelming feeling of it all. Tony hadn’t come that hard in years and he was actually breathless for a moment, gasping for air over Peter’s shoulder as his dick twitched inside him.

“Oh my god, I can feel it,” Peter whispered, reaching back to press his fingers where he was still stretched around Tony. All Tony could do was huff out a weak laugh and cling weakly to Peter’s hips.

“I never thought I’d say this,” Tony managed to say in between heaving breaths, “but fuck am I glad I listened to my ex and took my kid to a mall Santa.”

Peter groaned and slapped at Tony’s chest pathetically, but Tony could tell he was laughing.

“What, you don’t agree?”

“I do but, um, I just thought of something potentially… problematic.”

“What, me having to explain to everyone that I’m fucking a 19-year-old?”

“No. You having to explain to Morgan that her dad is fucking one of Santa’s elves.”

#starker #starker fic #tony x peter #tony stark/peter parker #tbpwrites #totally forgot that the drinking age in the states is 21 #and had to come up with a flimsy excuse for peter to get served at the bar lol #WHATEVER

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rodypowderedmilk · 3 years

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hehe @tonguetiedmisfit1

Del remembers being a teenager and desperately wanting to shop at Victoria Secret, like the girls with the beautiful bras in the laundry room. She wore Hanes bras from Target, and never felt comfortable or beautiful enough to join in with the confident strutting of the girls with the lacy bralettes and push up bras. Not to mention the imagined embarrassment of her mom doing the laundry on Sundays and having to move the lacy, sexy bras or underwear from the washer to the dryer. The situation was shudder inducing- at best.

But she still thought about it and admired the window displays from the lingerie shops. In her brave moments she browsed the online shops, looking at all the pretty lace and gauzy material, the fancy embroidery and intricate straps. She wondered what it might look like on her body.

Now, almost a real adult and going through her masters program in the shining and steaming city of New York, Del does her own laundry and has her own washing machine. Well. A washing machine that she doesn’t share with her mother. New York certainly has more malls and outlets than the midwest, and the copious amounts of advertisements- billboards, big screens, and window displays had been something to get used to. They’d become the starry night sky of home. On full moons, it used to light up the town, back home. Now every night in the city, there are no stars to be seen, but the light of the city is akin to every beautiful full moon.

It was the second semester of her freshmen graduate program when she’d been on her walk home from campus, gyro remains in her hand from a late lunch when she’d walked past that great big Victoria’s Secret store. She’d taken one look at those glamorous black and white photos with the airbrushed girls and their [double decker titties] and said to herself, today is the motherfucking day.

Del remembers wondering what Dr. Banner might think if he knew what she were using her internship money for, and at first it was hard to reconcile what seemed like such a frivolous and needless purchase with her current lifestyle. High school days were filled with going along for snack runs and declining to buy those chips she wanted, and trips to the mall wondering whether or not to use that three year old gift card from Auntie Margaret because maybe something even better will come along and I’ll really, really need it.

Things have changed a bit from then.

You keep trying to talk yourself out of it and the inside of your head is beginning to feel like a high school debate team meeting, except none of the arguments are well thought out or succinct. It’s mostly just panicked half-thoughts and repeated curse words.

It’s, of course, not your first Avenger’s party- not even by a long shot. There’s been Superbowl Parties, March Madness Parties, dinner parties- sushi, pizza, and chocolate fountain alike. There've been drinking parties, and New Year’s parties, and then, of course, the Just Because parties. You are no stranger to the party planning expertise of Tony Stark.

Tonight seems to be one of the ‘Just Because’ parties, with all the staff from the upper floors of the tower invited. Which means some of your coworkers from the lab floors. And, of course, Tony Stark who is a bloodhound.

So, while the strappy piece of lingerie that is currently laying on the bed seemed like a good idea, it now seems very… rash.

It’s black and… risque, to say the least, and you’ve already picked out a dress to wear over it. With any luck, no one will notice what you’re wearing underneath. But the thought of anyone finding out what you’ve got on is enough to send your head spinning and your stomach alight with aggravated nerves. You reach out to touch it, one little pat, and groans. It shouldn’t be this hard, should it!?

“Hey, uh Del?”

You jump, hearing Bruce call from the other room and clutch at your chest which is still damp from your shower.

“Are you almost ready?” he calls out.

“Shiiit,” you curse to yourself through gritted teeth, lightly pounding your first against your forehead, “UhhrrrrAH, fuck- Yeah just a minute, I’ll be right there!” You yell.

“Fuck.”

The ride up to the Party Deck, as Stark has so affectionately dubbed it, is spent trying to get your legs to stop shaking. Not to mention the, ahem, underclothes you’re wearing are wedgied so far up your ass you think if you were still a virgin, you might have just been deflowered.

Bruce reaches out and grabs your hand, bumping his forehead against your shoulder, “Hey, you look really nice.”

The struggle to hide a squeal or a moan is immense and you finds your cheeks growing hotter despite how long you’ve been with this man.

“Thanks, I- uh, thanks,” you give him a short smile.

The elevator dings, opening, and Bruce places his hand on your back. You relax into him, grateful for his warm touch. God, he’s just a calming presence, and for a second you want to ride the elevator back up to his floor and just..

He tenses up beside you, and you realize his hand is resting just over where all the straps conjoin. You fight the urge to whine and collapse from embarrassment. He looks over at you, eyes wide. You’re hoping no one is looking at who’s just arrived.

“Uh, surprise?”

When you’ve made it away from the entrance, coaxing the shocked Bruce Banner beside you, he holds onto your arm.

“Are you-” he blows air out through his mouth, and groans a little bit under his breath, “Mmmmm Del….”

All you can really do is whimper and squeak and face plant into his shoulder, making various embarrassed noises. “I’m sorry, I just! I got the idea and…”

Bruce runs his hands over your back, probably attempting to soothe you, and consequently feeling the rest of straps up and down your body.

You pull back and look at his face, trying to gauge what he’s thinking. He swallows thickly, “Yeah.”

He reaches down and absentmindedly adjusts himself, eyes still locked on you, his other hand still on your back. You squeak, “Bruce!”

“Huh- oh, what? S’ just… tight.”

You faceplant back into his shoulder, pretending to sob, “Ohmygod.”

He chuckles, “No, no, it’s good, I… I really like it.”

“Obviously,” you grumble.

He holds your shoulders, pushing you back. He holds your face, “I really like it,” and presses his groin into your stomach. You can feel him hard under his pants, and it lights up your stomach, and deeper, between your legs where you’ve become hot and swollen- the arousal zinging through your body quicker than lightning. You hold back a whimper.

He kisses your nose, “Now, let’s go see if we can find me a chair… or a pillow.”

A snort escapes you, unattractively, and he shoots you a fond smile.

The first 20 minutes pass without fanfare, although your stomach remains a livewire of energy and nerves, snapping like crackling fire and embers. Bruce sits beside you on the incredibly posh and low to the ground couch that Tony for some unthinkable reason has deemed acceptable for the Party Deck. Some of your coworkers are milling around and have stopped to come say hello to you and Dr. Banner. You fight a blush every time they do, what with Bruce’s hand comfortingly on your thigh, and his blazer awkwardly draped over his lap.

You’re worried at any second there’s going to be some impossible breeze and everyone is going to see your underthings, or maybe the material is actually see-through or thinner than you thought, and everyone is going around and whispering about what you’ve got on.

You’re trying to hold onto the arousal that you felt moments ago, but are only grasping to the tail end of it, like a rope falling out of your hands. The longer you sit there, the more anxious you become. Until, of course, Bruce’s hand begins creeping up your thigh.

You shoot him a look, and at first he looks bashful, but as you lean further into his side, he continues. His hand moves over one of the straps around your thigh and you can feel him breathing in shakily beside you. “Jesus, Del,” he says, breathlessly. His grip on your skin tightens, and you feel yourself growing hotter, thinking of the way he revels in the shape and feel of your thighs. He pulls at his pants again, looking around the room surreptitiously. “Ohmygod, Bruce,” you whine, tilting your head onto his shoulder.

“Ah- I’m sorry! It’s- it's tight.”

You can’t help but nervously laugh, the noise coming out a bit hysterically.

“‘And ‘s your fault,” he rumbles. That alone is enough to make you want to hide in the crook of his neck and never come out.

“I’m sorry,” you whine, drawing out the y at the end. You’re feeling almost like you could cry, you’re so overwhelmed and anxious and hot.

There’s the noise of a glass ringing, someone tapping their glass to make a toast, silencing the small crowd of the party.

“Heyo,” Tony says, where he’s decided to stand on top of some impossibly designed coffee table, “drinks are served,” he announces, elongating his r and pronouncing the -ed ending.

The crowd heads over to the bar, mostly leaving you and Bruce alone in your area of the floor.

“You look like you could use a drink,” Bruce jokes, stroking his hand over your jaw, “you’re all red,” he teases, cupping your cheek.

“Bruuuuce.”

It seems your embarrassment is just turning him on more because he adjusts himself again, actually palming himself this time.

“Ohmygod, Bruce!” you whisper shout.

“Wha- I can’t help it! It’s just-” he sighs, “you’re so fucking hot,” he says, almost mournfully.

You feel like you have a sunburn, your face is so red- probably unflatteringly so, “Uhm, do you wanna… do you want me to…” you swallow, feeling his intent gaze on you, “you want me to, uhm, help?”

“Oh my god,” he mutters, almost to himself, “Yes. Yes. Please,” his voice cracks. “Wait, wait, are you sure? Are you sure?”

You’re not, really, but you respond, “Yes, yeah, of course. I offered didn’t I?”

He kisses you, so soft, so sweet, with a little nip, “Hey, you really don’t have to. I can- I can go get a glass of,” he swallows, “of ice, or or, or something, I-”

You stand up, holding his hand in both of yours, “Let’s go,” you pause, “please?”

He stands before you, blazer awkwardly held in front of his crotch.

“Yes. Yes, always.”

You’re pretty sure you two manage to slip away unnoticed by the crowd, and hopefully unnoticed by Stark, who’s ribbing you won’t be able to handle come Monday.

You slam the door of the bathroom shut behind you, leaning heavily against it. Bruce is panting heavily, facing you and staring at you with the intense longing of a starved lion faced with a field of gisseles.

“Ohmygod,” you whisper, covering your face with your arms, “oh my god, ohmygod.” You groan into the corner of your elbow. You’re genuinely worried your legs might give out, that feeling coursing through your stomach and between your thighs, turning you molten and shaky- like melting cotton candy about to be blown away into the wind. And then you feel Bruce’s warmth, pressing you into the door behind you with his hips, and caging you in with his hands pressed into the darkwood beside your head. And, god you can’t help but throw your arms around his neck and cling for dear life. Jesus, it’s just a glorified bra.

“Hey, hey,” he kisses the side of your head, “Hey, baby, you’re okay. Listen, listen, we can go right upstairs, no problem.”

You shake your head, “Mm, no, please, wanna-” you gulp in air, “wanna suck you. Please.”

“Fuck. Fuck,” and he devours your [mouth], thrusting his tongue into your mouth like he wants to taste every inch of you. You can’t help but open up, melt into the door, and make soft whimpering noises- and he, he smiles into your mouth, devilishly amused at your reactions. “Mm, that’s my girl, huh?” he murmurs, kissing down your neck, the sharp press of his teeth making you gasp and grasp at the salt and pepper hair at the back of his head.

His hands are under your dress, pulling and kneading at the skin of your thighs, hungrily feeling for the straps you’ve hidden under your clothes.

“Mphm- wait, wait,” you pull back from him for a second, trying to get some oxygen to your brain and knowing that if you don’t pull his hands away from you, you’ll get fucked bare ass on the glass sink of Tony Stark’s ridiculously lavish party floor. The- it’s- underwear doesn't really go with the set you’ve bought. You’re surprised your dress hasn’t already got a wet spot on it from when you were sitting on that couch- and it’s, it’s made your thighs tacky with your own wetness. So, no, you don’t think Bruce- or you for that matter- will be able to contain yourselves.

Your hands are shaking as you try to unbutton his pants, weak with desire for him. “I just,” gasp, “gotta get my mouth on you,” you get out, finally getting the button. He shoves your hands away unzipping the rest and pulling his underwear under his cock, “Here, here, that’s it.”

It’s thick enough that you never quite get over the difficulty of getting your mouth around it, on it. Your mouth is spread wide enough for you to feel a tug at the corner of your mouth, a considerable stretch. And you never had a thing for big dicks before, but Bruce’s makes your mouth water, wrapping your lips around it and massaging your tongue against the head.

You remember your first time with him, timid, and awkward, but so fucking hot to see him above you in pleasure. You’re not much better than that first time- can’t get the length very far down, and you’ve not mastered any intricate technique, but you’ve got a wet mouth and an eager disposition.

“Yeah, that’s my girl, look at you, so perfect. Damn, how’d I get so lucky, fuck, god you’re so beautiful.”

And that’s your other favorite part. No matter how poor of a job you do, Bruce seems to eat it up, praising you to hell and back, his mouth running faster than he can keep up with. It sends pleasure down your spine, tingling pleasantly against your neck and cradling you in warmth. It makes you suck on him harder, makes you whimper, makes you take him deep enough to gag.

He reaches down, cradling your face between his palms, “mm, good gir- ah mm, good girl,” he’s got your hands in your head, half trying to pet you, and half trying to hold on to something. He’s got his head thrown back against the bathroom door, and that makes you swallow, and whimper, setting off vibrations against his skin. He’s hot and heavy in your mouth, hard and perfect. You can taste his wetness on the back of your tongue, and goddamn it’s just… fantastic.

“That’s it, uhnn, fuck, that mouth, jesus you’re so good. So hot.

Look at you- how lucky am I, how lucky am I, hm?”

He holds his hand under your chin, coaxing you to look him in the eyes, “You want this, baby?” he asks, checking in with you more than goading, and pushing his hips into you a little bit. You nod, or nod as much as you can with a mouthful of cock. He presses into you slowly, pulls out and then in again, “Oh, oh mm, baby, shit-” you suck on him harder, “whew, fuck that feels… uhhhhnnnn yeah, go on.

“Here let me hold you,” he says, holding your face and caressing his thumb over your cheek. You get a little too eager, slipping forward and gagging, wanting to feel his touch on your skin. “Gentle, gentle,” he eases, “damn, girl, you really want it, huh?”

You nod and moan low in your throat.

“OH, fuck, ahhmfuuuuck, you’re gonna get a lot more than you bargained for really quick, sweetheart, shit.”

And that makes you even more eager, bobbing up and down on his dick, breathing as deep as you can through your nose and letting a few tears roll down your throat. You’ve got your eyes trained on him, ensuring his eyes stay closed. You’re still a bit insecure about how you look giving head, and as far as you're concerned, if his eyes are closed, that means you’re doing a good job- and even better, he can’t see you.

“Jesus, kid, you trying to make me look bad?” he says, with a little jerk of his hips. You can tell from the tension in his stomach, and the kicking of his dick in your mouth that he’s close. You can feel the tremors of his thighs, and you put in that extra mile.

“Fuck, fuck, slow down, slow down, slow down, oh no, fuck I’m gonna- Fuck, Del, sweetheart, I’m gonna come if you don’t-” you swallow hard, and moan, “you gotta-mmMM” and he comes in your mouth.

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otomefoxystar · 4 years

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The First Time

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Mitsunari X MC

Warning: NSFW, oral sex, vaginal intercourse

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,020

It had been a long day at Azuchi Castle for the Princess with the impending winter everyone had wanted warmer kimono, and she had been busy for weeks. She held a bundle of fabric in her hands and walked swiftly to her room, but the fabric she was holding slipped out of her arms and was rolling down the hallway “ Oh for the love of.” She chased after the fabric not paying attention to where she was going and ran right into Mitsunari, and hard. They both toppled over with her laying on top of him. “Princess! Are you alright?” She pushed herself off of him “ What are you talking about if I’m okay, you broke my fall. Are you okay Mitsunari?” Mitsunari’s cheeks flushed to a rosy pink hue. “ Of course I am Princess, but why are you in such a rush?”

She cleared her throat " Well, you see I was taking this fabric to my room so I could work on the kimono I’m making, but it unraveled and well that’s when I ran into you.” She looked down embarrassed. Mitsunari stood up and smoothed out his kimono, and MC found this act very alluring. “ Well, may I help you?” She nodded her head “ Yes Mitsunari that would be great thank you.” He smiled “ Of course.”

He helped her roll up the fabric and even insisted on carrying it to her room for her. Once inside her room, she took the fabric from Mitsunari and placed it in a corner where all her other sewing supplies were. Mitsunari bowed “Have a pleasant evening princess, I’ll take my leave now and leave you in peace.” As he turned to leave she grabbed the sleeve of his kimono stopping him in his tracks. “Princess?” She smiled sweetly “ D-don’t leave Mitsunari. How about I make some tea? I’d love to have your company,” He raised his eyebrows. “ My company?” She nodded her head “ Yes, Mitsunari now take a seat.” She said as she pointed to a small table.

He nodded and sat on the pillow at the table as she shuffled over to make the tea. “ Did you have a productive day Princess?” “Hmm? Oh yes, what about you Mitsunari? How was your day?” She said as she set the tea down and sat next to Mitsunari. “ Oh it was very productive indeed, I was able to take care of numerous tasks.” She smiled innocently “ I’m glad Mitsunari.” He smiled brightly at her, taking her breath away. She averted her eyes, looking down then looked back up right into Mitsunari’s deep amethyst pools. That was the moment her resolve broke.

She couldn’t hold back she was getting lost in his eyes. She was searching for some confirmation that he wanted her too. They sat there for what felt like hours just staring into each other's eyes, not moving just staring. Then Mitsunari reached out to move a strand of stray hair. It felt so nice, she closed her eyes but then her eyes drifted to his lips, and instinctively she outlined his lips with her finger.

She replaced her finger with her soft lips, kissing him gently.

Once she released his lips, he looked at her questioningly. She smiled “You are so cute Mitsunari.” His eyes went wide “ you think of me as cute?” She nodded her head “Yes, amongst other things cute, handsome, charming, polite. Although you are clueless quite often.” His cheeks reddened “Princess.” She smiled slightly “ Call me by my name.”

She moved her hand to stroke his soft hair. “ Mitsunari, I love you, and I hope you return my feelings. If you don’t that’s okay and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Mitsunari inhaled deeply. “ No, please don’t be sorry I -I love you too _ _ _. I have for so long I just have never done this before, I’ve never been with anyone sexually before.” He looked down ashamed. She smiled softly and cupped his cheeks so he would look at her. “It’s okay Mitsunari. I’m here, and it makes me happy that I’ll be your first. That’s if you want to of course.” She looked at him questioningly “Y-yes! I want to, I just don’t know where to start.” She smiled “ It’s okay I’ll show you what to do.” He nodded his head.

She nuzzled against his neck and inhaled his sweet scent. Then kissed him, he held the back of her head deepening the kiss and slid his tongue in her mouth. As their tongues intermingled she gently pushed him down. “Don’t think about anything but me. It’ll be okay I promise.” He nodded his head breathless from the passionate kiss they shared.

She kissed down his neck sucking and biting as she went down to his collarbone. She opened his kimono slightly so she could access his pale skin She dragged her tongue from his collarbone down to in between his pectoral muscles. He started breathing harder. “ Don’t be scared Mitsunari, just close your eyes and enjoy it.”

That’s when she pulled open his Kimono Revealing his muscular body with a bulge starting to form in his fundoshi. “You are so handsome Mitsunari” He blushed, and leaned forward and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. As the kiss continued he undid her obi. Letting her kimono slip open exposing her subtle breasts.

He touched the soft skin gently as if savoring the moment. He looked at her and back down to her breasts. He cupped her left breast while he leaned in and licked at her right nipple sending electric waves down her spine “Ahh” Hearing her moan made him explore even more as he loosened the cords on her kimono slipping it off her shoulders. he put her nipple in his mouth “mmm...Mitsu...Mitsunari.” He released her nipple “ Yes _ _ _? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He knew he hadn’t actually hurt her, but he wanted to tease her just a bit. “n-no...it..feels so good...don’t ....stop” He smirked, “ As you wish.”

He went for the other nipple whilst pinching at her right nipple. She fed her hands through his hair and tugging. He lifted his head from her chest and she pushed him down in a lying position. “ I didn’t know you could be so aggressive _ _ _ .” She smiled “ You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He was anticipating her next move, but his heart was beating so hard he couldn't seem to steady it. “Close your eyes.” He looked at her curiously. “You trust me, do you not? “ he nodded "Then trust me and close your eyes.” He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. She moved his hair out of his face then kissed the center of his forehead, then moved on to kiss each one of his eyelids. She kissed his nipples then proceeded to kiss along his abdominals lower and lower.

Mitsunari was breathing heavily, not knowing what to expect but the pure excitement of the pleasure she was bringing him was enough for him to be patient. Finally, she made it down to his erection, but she didn’t expose him just yet. She wanted to savor this moment, burn it into his memory so she kissed his clothed hardened cock. Then she took his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Mmmm” He groaned, then she palmed at his erection.

”Oh m-my... ahh..mmm.” She was getting all the reactions she wanted out of him. “ Open your eyes Mitsunari.” he opened his lust-filled pools. “ we are going to go slow tonight.” She straddled him with both of them still partially covered and started riding him. “Ahhh... Don’t you...ahh...usually have to be Na-naked for this?” She smiled sweetly as she looked down at him “ I told you we are taking it slow.” He instinctively placed his hands on her hips “Ahh...Mitsunari ...ohhh... I can’t wait till I feel you inside me.” That made him squeeze harder and he lifted his hips to meet hers. “_ _ _ ... I don’t..I don’t think I can... mmmmm..wait.” She stopped her movements. “ It’s ok Mitsunari, but we aren’t going to make love just yet. However, I am going to do something that gives you great pleasure.”

She shifted off of him so that she was lying next to him. She touched the hem of his fundoshi, making him pant. She then slid her hand underneath taking hold of his cock and gently stroking it. “Oohhh....” She put her thumb on the slit where precum had started to ooze and rubbed it around for lubrication. She started stroking harder and harder and his breathing became more ragged. Finally, She slipped his fundoshi off and he sighed as his painful erection could spring free.

He was more well endowed than she ever would have guessed. She kissed the tip of his cock and licked from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. “Mmm...ahh.” She then took him inside her mouth locking her lips tightly around his cock whilst pumping him simultaneously. “Ahhh... _ _ _ ..nnnmm.” She hollowed out her mouth sucking harder. He grabbed at her hair. The panting and moaning were turning her on so much she felt her own arousal trickling down her legs. “ I don’t want to come yet. I want to come inside of you the first time.”

She released her mouth from him and he loosened his grip on her. She stood up and stripped the rest of her clothes off. He stared at her in amazement, he had never seen anyone so beautiful. She straddled him again lifting her hips slightly lining his cock up to her entrance. She ever so slowly lowered herself down on him letting her walls swallow him inch by inch stretching them as more and more of him entered her. “ Ohhhh...you...feel...so...good. She smiled and once she had him fully sheathed inside of her she sat still letting herself adjust to his size. She leaned down and kissed him passionately

“ Are you ready my love?” He smiled “ I am.” She began rocking her hips up and down and he thrust up meeting her movements. He cupped her breasts while she bounced up and down on him massaging them “ahhhh... Mitsunari.” She started rocking harder, hearing him pant she felt herself getting closer to the edge so she took his hand and began rubbing her clit in circular motions until he had the idea of what to do. As she bounced up and down on him, he kept his attack on her clit.

"Mmnn...ahhhh...ahhh...Mitsu...I’m going to come.” She could barely form a sentence as the pleasure washed over her. Her toes started feeling hot and as she continued to rock on him. Her walls fluttered and she threw her head back and all she could see was white. In the height of her organism she clenched around Mitsunari’s cock sending shockwaves through his body, but then she started lying down pulling him on top of her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, he figured it was his turn, so he started thrusting into her at a steady pace and she would match his thrusts by lifting her hips. His movements gradually got more and more erratic until he was relentlessly pounding into her with his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat until he let out a long groan and she could feel his hot seed fill her up he thrust one time and then two before he collapsed next to her.

She smiled giving him a tender kiss “ I don’t know how this was your first time, I've never felt so satisfied.” His eyes went wide. “ You’re teasing me.” She giggled “ No I promise I’m being honest. I think it’s because I love you Mitsunari.” He smiled at her and kissed her temple.”I love you too my one and only princess.” She laid her head on his chest and they drifted off to sleep feeling satisfied and loved looking forward to what’s to come.

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monbangisland · 4 years

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PAIN RELIEVER by GF

J-hope Scenario

J-hope x Reader

“Ow” you exclaimed to yourself. You were horribly sore on your neck and shoulders for some reason and you didn’t know exactly why. Everything had been going well at college, your classes were fine and you didn’t seem to find a reason for that much tension on your body. “Ow!” It hurt whenever you moved too quick and even when you didn’t, there was a lingering amount of pain enough to be too uncomfortable. You massaged your neck again for the tenth time today and tried to crack it lightly to see if that would relieve some of the pain, but it was of no use.

After a while, you took some pain killers hoping they would help to keep you at least through the day until you get home to your comfortable bed.

The day passed and it was time to go home, the pain killers had lessen the pain in a small amount enough for you to forget about it during lectures. The drive home was irritating. At six in the evening, there was a huge amount of cars already in traffic making it hard for you to get home fast. You felt how the pain started to arise again on one side of your body and more intensely on your neck, right below your head. You were desperate, there was nothing that you wanted more than getting some sleep on your bed to forget about the uncomfortable feeling on your neck.

Finally you arrived home. His car was parked on one of the two spots they give you at apartment complexes, he must have been back from the studio. Little butterflies floated around your stomach, you hadn’t been able to see him that much at all in a month, so knowing he was home that night made you feel giddy inside.

“Hoseok?!” You screamed after opening the door in a rush.

“Babyyyy!” He called out coming around from the kitchen. He embraced you in a tight hug before kissing your lips. “Ugh, I’ve—-missed you—-too—- much!” He said in between kisses.

“You’re finally home to me! How was the studio? Did you guys got everything you needed to work out?” You asked running your fingers through his hair.

“Yes! I’m so excited about it, you need to listen to everything! You’ll love them!” He said throwing you one of his breathtaking smiles.

“Of course, I will! But first, I need food” you pouted.

“Well, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t feed my girlfriend with delicious food after not seeing her for a long time?”

“Food?” You grinned

“There’s pizza, hamburgers, pasta and some desserts in the kitchen” he said leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Yes!!!” You exclaimed and rushed to the kitchen.

“And here I thought you had missed me, but the only thing you missed is all the food I always bring for you” he pouted.

“What? Uh yeah yeah, missed you too” You said distracted while looking at all the delicious plates in front of you. He turned around chuckling and started walking towards the living room to continue looking through movies. You reached for the cupboard to get a plate and felt a new wave of pain go from your arm to your neck making you wince.

“Baby, are you okay?” He asked pausing what he was doing to look in your direction.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I burned my finger with the pasta” you said massaging your neck. ‘It’s just a little stress, I need to relax and I’ll be fine’ you thought.

You grabbed your plate and walked to sit in the couch next him. He had chosen a movie and was now enjoying a piece of chocolate cake. He looked happy and it made you smile. It was nice to have him home with you.

You ate your food and watched the movie, moving your head every now and then to ease some of the tension on your shoulder.

“Baby, is there something wrong? You keep moving a lot, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, my shoulder and neck have been playing games on me lately but I’m good” you smiled.

“Are you sure? You should get some rest maybe” he said putting the plates on the coffee table.

“No, no, I’m fine, you’ve been away for so long I don’t want to spoil the evening, I want to spend some time with you”

He was not convinced by what you said but he let it slide. Another movie had began and you were both now laying on the couch with you in between the back of it and him. Your head was resting on his chest and you could feel yourself falling asleep.

You woke up to the movie half way through in need of some water. You tried to sit up but you made a harsh movement with your arm making your shoulder and your neck tense up making you wince.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Your neck again?” He asked sitting up next to you with a concerned look on his face.

You managed to nod while trying to massage the pain away on your neck when you felt his hand grab yours making you follow him, after turning off the tv.

“Where are we going?” You asked confused.

“You can’t be in pain, Y/N, I don’t like seeing you like that. I’ve let it slip too many times now, sit on the bed” he said walking to the bathroom and back to the room, before sitting in the middle of the bed, with a bottle of body oil and lotion. You blinked not sure of what was about to happen.

“Come on, baby” he nodded “I won’t bite... too hard” he smirked.

“Very funny” you said, going to bed and sitting in front of him making him raise an eyebrow.

“Very cute, silly head. Turn around” he said chuckling. You turned around looking at the pillows in front of you, while a sigh left your mouth. “Take your shirt off”

“Uh, what?” You asked looking back at him “Ow” Bad idea.

“Take your shirt off, I won’t do anything, I just want to help, I promise” he said in a soft tone.

You took your shirt off, self-conscious cause he had never seen you like that.

“It’s okay” he said caressing your arm with his thumb as reassurance. He moved closer to you, putting his legs on either side of you making you nervous. You heard him opening the body lotion bottle, squeezing a little bit of it on his palm and then putting it back next to him after closing it. He rubbed his hands together before slowly putting them on your shoulders spreading the lotion. You felt his fingers making slow circular motions on them, a few seconds at a time before relocating to a new position on your neck, making you wince.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry. It is too hard?” He asked stopping. You shook your head “No, it just hurts when pressure is applied on it”

“Have you been under a lot of stress lately, love?” He asked softly, you could hear concern in his voice.

“I don’t know, I had midterms but they were like a week ago and I had some projects due this week, plus a little cold, but nothing I haven’t done before” you said thinking about the past few weeks. You hadn’t realized that you had been missing too much sleep lately with all the projects and you hadn’t let your body heal completely from the cold since there was so much stuff due. You body must have accumulated tension from all of it and it was reacting now.

His hands felt like heaven, you could feel the tension slipping away while he massaged your neck and shoulders. Every now and then, you would wince whenever he touched a soft tensed up point on your neck and you would hear him whisper “I’m sorry” every time. He was so gentle with you, it felt nice to have him close to help you to ease some of the stress. You felt his hands started to move downwards to your lower back and back up again in circular motions. Your back was facing him and you still had your underwear on but it made you blush and shiver, since his touch felt so intimate. You heard him chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?” You asked trying to look at him. You felt him put his hands on your waist, his fingertips leaving burning sensations from his touch. As soon as you turned to look at him he brought you closer.

“Am I making you nervous, Y/N” he asked slyly in a whisper.

“N-no” you stuttered while shaking your head slowly. His face was so close to yours. Your eyes wandering to look at his soft lips and then back to eyes again.

“Then why are you stuttering and shivering” he whispered getting his lips closer to yours. His thumbs started rubbing the spot on your waist on each side. His hands moving slowly upwards. His nose caressed yours softly, his lips slightly touching yours in a playful way. You opened your eyes to look at him to find him already looking back at you, there was so much emotion in his eyes, making your heart melt for him.

With a quick soft move, he had turned you around making you sit on his lap getting a little gasp out of you. You bit your lip making him grunt at the sight, when you felt his lips crashing unto yours. It had been too long and you could feel it in the kiss. It was soft, full of longing as if none of you wanted for it to stop. You had missed the feeling of his tender lips on yours. You felt him biting your lower lip lightly making you whimper, only to have him smile in between the kiss. This is exactly what you needed. Him, and only him. He knew how to make you always feel better, make you happy. His hands never left your waist, rubbing it lightly with his fingers. That’s when you remembered you didn’t have a shirt on.

Breaking the kiss you reached for your shirt and held it in front you. He looked at you confused before noticing what you were doing making him chuckle.

“Don’t be shy, baby” he said softly “you’re beautiful, inside and..... outside” he said biting his lower lip while looking through your body gaining a slap on his shoulder from you.

“It’s okay, love” he said chuckling, bring you closer to kiss your forehead “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, I’m the luckiest man alive”

He grabbed your shirt and helped you put it on, you blushed at the sweet gesture. “Maybe later” he winked.

“Baby!” You said slapping his shoulder again.

He laughed again and pecked your lips. “Come one feisty baby, you have to get some rest, I don’t want you tired and stressed out, although maybe I’ll be able to massage it away every time” he said with a sly smile on his face.

“Mmmmm..... maybe not” you said pecking his lips and getting off the bed from his lap.

“Party pooper” he pouted.

“Whiny baby” you called out “Come on, you sly man, get ready for bed”

“Aye aye, captain” he said with a salute making you laugh. You were looking through your pajamas trying to choose one, while you heard him walk behind you, putting his arms around your waist.

“I do, hope you feel better, I missed you” he said kissing your neck and walking to the bathroom to get a shower. He left you smiling like an idiot and you realize the pain was gone, you couldn’t be more thankful for this man. He for sure knew how to make a comeback after a long time of not seeing each other. Happiness getting the best of you knowing you had your awesome man next to you again.

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d-devorak · 5 years

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Main 6 as affectionate cuddles. What would they coo while they hold mc? How tight? Is mc allowed out of their arms?

Now this,, this is the shit I like brother, thank you for your request dawg! I actually had loads of fun writing this

Asra:

- if it’s one of those days where you two are okay with being joined, you bet Faust is cuddling with you both! she’s probably right by your head, body totally curled up, and has her head on your shoulder

- considering its no secret they’re blatantly the romantic type, they whisper mounds of sweet nothings in your ear

- (just like the switch they are) they can switch between being the big and little spoon, although they prefer being the big spoon so you’re trapped in their strong embrace, but don’t worry, it’s a gentle squeeze, they wouldn’t ever hurt you

- things such as “How did I get so lucky to end up with such an angel?” and “I’ll never be able to comprehend that the love of my life is truly mine.” they’re kinda extra with it, but it’s all in the name of proclaiming their endless love for you

- they trail soft little kisses along your forehead, cheeks and nose if they’re able to reach, the tip of your ear, wherever they can reach they’re smoochin’ it up

- you aren’t allowed to leave their arms for hOUUUURS, unless you absolutely HAVE to (a meet up with someone, work, etc.), considering they’re naturally very touch starved and crave long, (schlongs) affectionate moments with the love of their life very frequently, they want you to be in arm’s reach for as long as possible

Nadia:

- much like Asra, she enjoys going all out with what she whispers to you, thinking carefully as to what she plans to say next. More often than not her words grow dirtier and dirtier every time she whispers something against your hair, but that’s a bullet for another time

- if you two are spooning she is always the big spoon, unless you’re taller than her, then that’s the only acceptional term

- she tells you how beautiful you are, and how you’ll always be the only one for her, how you’ve made her life so much better since you first came into it, and continue to praise you and comment every other sentence about how you’re a sight for sore eyes, etc.

- you aren’t leaving her grasp for anything, don’t even try to ask or wiggle away, her grip gets even tighter

Bonus, Devil! Nadia:

- if you’re okay with it and y’all are both horny, you bet she’s going to start muttering some dirty shit in your ear while she touches you in all the right places that you like, avoiding giving attention to the one place you need it most, and by god this woman doms you HARD that night WHEW, have fun lounging in bed and being pampered half to death by servants

Julian:

- just like the devs themselves said, he’s most of the time (I know majority of y’alls apprentices are short mfs don’t even try me there) physically the big spoon, but he’s emotionally a little spoon, so please, PLEASE, if your MC is tall enough (such as my 6′2 boy Luther) let him be the little spoon sometimes or all the time, it’s all he asks

- however when he is in fact, the big spoon, his noodle legs and arms are coiled around you so tightly, because he’s shamelessly in constant fear of losing you (again) someday, and he also doesn’t want to let you go, so

- Juju is one affectionate dude so although he’s probably the type to make sweet little comments while you two are out and about or through song form, he isn’t opposed to telling you how grateful he is that you’re in his life, and will go as far as to say he’s excited for the future of your relationship

- if you want out of his lanky limbs you better have a GOOD reason to want to leave, otherwise it’s an immediate sleepy “mmmmm five more minutes”

Portia:

- she is the little spoon she is the little spoon sHE IS THE LITTLE SPOON SHE IS THE LITTLE SPOOOOOON!!!

- unless you’re shorter than 5′1, or she’s in a mood for being the big spoon, that’s her only exceptions bc she’s small bottom lady who needs comfort after a long day of working at the palace

- she is probably giggling a little now and then, especially if you’re whispering sweet nothings in HER ear

- there’s no point in whispering if it’s not going directly into your ear so she’ll probably give you a five page essay on how much she loves you while stroking your arms around her beautiful self

- unless you absolutely have to go, or she herself needs to get up for one reason or another, she wants to lay there until you both fall asleep, and believe me, it’ll happen MAAAANY times

Muriel:

- unless you’re seven fucking feet tall he’s basically always the big spoon, unless you’re CLOSE in his height and have long ass fucking limbs because otherwise uhhh, good luck even attempting to be the big spoon lmao

- he’s not really used to the whole “whispering sweet nothings to your lover” deal but after a long time of being with you, giving him the opportunity to get more comfortable around none other than his lovely MC, he gives it a go, but it’s more like low grumbles about him being grateful that you love him and that you’re actually his, plus he’ll mumble an occasional “I love you” if he’s really soaking in the feels

- please tell him you love him back every now and then or let him know how you’re feeling because he doesn’t want to make you feel trapped or like you HAVE to stay there just because he wants you to

- dawg if you have to go he’s off you in half a second, but he himself is very hesitant to let go when he has to for his own purposes, the big guy wants his cuddles too once he gets used to your loving touches

Lucio:

- if you’re chill with it, Melchior and Mercedes ARE joining you both, no doubt about it, Squeezing in Lucio’s humungous fucking bed with you both (they try to smell ur asses too before passing out lol)

- however if it’s just you and guccio, he isn’t opposed to either position, both little or big spoon suit him well (we all know that, he may be a god at being a dom and topping the fuck out of his lover, he just needs to be pushed around to the point that he’s at your fucking service, so he secretly PREFERS being the little spoon but shh, don’t tell anyone or he’ll be embarrassed)

- he isn’t that great with being verbally affectionate so he’s more likely to describe your physical appearance in his perspective in ways that have you a blushing mess and hardly able to even form a sentence (interpret that how you’d like, who would I be to not slip in an opportunity for hinted nsfw?)

- he takes any sharp plates off his mechanical arm so he won’t hurt you or even risk hurting you, not his precious MC, no no no

- you’ll need to fight him in hand-to-hand combat before he lets you out of his grasp/lets you let go of him aside from using the restroom, if it’s matters he has the power to cancel/decline you access to attend you bet he’s ensuring you don’t leave

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loverontheleft · 4 years

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The Honeymoon One (3)

Part 1 -||- Part 2

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, sexual tension, alcohol.

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“It’s all going to be okay,” Brendon says softly, taking your hand in both of his. “I know you’re not a good flier but it’s all going to be okay.” He squeezes your hand gently. “We’re gonna take off and then the flight is about 15 hours. When we land, we’ll get a towncar to the hotel. It should be about 20 minutes, maybe. And then we’re there.” You nod, eyes shut tightly. “Hey, Y/n. Hey. Will you look at me?” You open one eye and he grins. “Both eyes, smart ass.” You oblige and open the other eye. “Thank you. We’re gonna be fine. I promise. We’re in these lovely first class seats and I can get you a drink now if you’d like.” You nod eagerly and he laughs, nodding as well. “Cranberry and Tito’s?”

“Cranberry and Tito’s,” you confirm in a hoarse whisper. “Thank you.”

“Of course. You’re my best friend. I’m gonna take good care of you.” He turns to order from the passing flight attendant and before too long, she’s returning with a large can of cranberry cocktail and two mini-bottles of Tito’s. She sets it all down in front of you and hands you a plastic cup before handing Brendon another plastic cup with what you can only assume is bourbon. He thanks her and hands her some folded bills before turning to you. “Let me make that for you, darlin’,” he says with a smile and you feel yourself melt a little. He pops the tab on the cranberry cocktail can and pours a bit into the cup before twisting the lid off of both mini-bottles of Tito’s and pouring freely. The resulting drink is pale pink- it’s the perfect blend- and you beam at how well he knows you and your preferences. “There we are. To us, taking care of ourselves and finally going on vacation.” You tap your plastic cup against his and he takes a quick sip as you take a long slug. “Atta girl. You’ll feel better,” he says with a chuckle as you take another sip.

“Mmmmm,” you agree, already feeling the warmth of vodka spreading through your body. “Yes. I don’t feel half as nervous about takeoff as I did.” You take one last sip from the cup before setting it, still half-full, on your tray.

“Good. Want you to be totally relaxed,” Brendon says, taking only his second sip of bourbon. “But,” and he eyes your cup, “you’ll have to finish that before takeoff. Because our trays have to be stored in the upright position.” He grins at you. “I suppose though, you could just hold the cup…”

You mime spilling a cup all over yourself and roll your eyes. “Yeah, that’ll go well.” He laughs and you lean in closer. “I think I’ll just finish it off before we have to stow our trays.” The side of his mouth quirks up in a small smile and he settles in his seat. “But how are you feeling?” You nudge his shoulder and he meets your eyes.

“I’m okay. A little tense,” he admits. “Nothing the rest of this bourbon won’t fix.” He plasters on a smile and you sigh, implying that you’re not buying it. His smile falters. “I’ll be okay. Just - you know. Everything feels - strange. Like an alternate reality. Yesterday should’ve been my wed- and - I mean...I’m okay that it wasn’t- I don’t even miss her as much - at all, honestly - but it’s just - weird and well...I’m glad I’m not alone.” He pauses. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” He places emphasis on the you’re and it sends another totally non-vodka related rush of warmth through you.

“Brendon,” you say softly. “It’s going to be okay.” He nods resolutely and you drain your drink, indicating he should do the same. He follows your instructions and you nest the empty cups together. “And we’ll get another round as soon as we’re wheels up.”

“That sounds like a great plan,” Brendon says with a weak, but genuine, smile.

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The flight attendant is looking at you both like she wants to cut you off, but you’ve both always been very coherent drunks, so she doesn’t really have any outward evidence to support that inclination. You’ve been snuggled into Brendon’s side since your third drink and his arm around you feels so nice. You’re sharing a pair of headphones and you’re pretending to watch some in-flight movie, although Brendon might actually be watching it - you aren’t sure. His fingers are stroking your waist idly and his eyes are focused on the screen. He takes long sips from his Jack and Coke and you work steadily on the sixth cranberry and Tito’s he’s mixed for you.

You’re reaching that warm, fuzzy, unfocused point of inebriation when you lift your head to look out the window. Brendon’s turned slightly and appears to be intending to kiss your forehead in that sweet, affectionate way he has that you adore. You smile and glance up, intending to make it easier for him.

-||- POV shift to Brendon -||-

In hindsight, you really should have been able to stop it from happening. But she lifted her head ever so slightly at the most opportune (most inopportune?) moment and maybe you subconsciously wanted it all along- either way, your lips don’t collide with her smooth skin, but with her soft lips instead.

It feels like the plane is spinning and you’ve gotten the breath knocked out of you; it’s everything you’ve never known you needed and wanted, her mouth on yours like this. Her hands are in your hair and you’re clutching her, hands roaming up and down her arms while her lips part and she sighs your name into your mouth. It’s when your tongue brushes hers that it’s game over for both of you. She’s whining and clawing at your back and just the taste of vodka and cranberry mixed with her mouth has your head spinning. You realize that if this keeps going, if she keeps kissing you like this and letting you kiss her back, you’re going to be very hard in a not so very private place. But, you realize, based on how she’s tugging your hair and exploring your mouth, she might not be entirely opposed to - whatever you might be able to make happen. “Y/n,” you groan, tangling a hand in her hair and pulling gently. She whimpers and your cock throbs at the sound. “You’re driving me crazy,” you say softly, gesturing down. Her eyes follow your hand and then they snap back to yours. She starts fumbling with her seatbelt, telling you she wants you, and you’re breathing hard, trying to figure out how you can get her in your lap without anyone noticing. You’re thankful for the lapse in your self-consciousness courtesy of the alcohol; normal you would never even consider this, but right now, this seems like an amazing idea.

It’s only a few moments later when she must realize it’s futile or at least impractical because she stops trying to get unbuckled but instead runs both hands back through your hair and down your neck. It calms you too, and you realize that while you absolutely want her- “Not here, not like this,” you murmur to her. “I want you but - not like this.”

She seems to agree by the way she pulls you closer and you let her; she’s whimpering every time your tongues meet and you could listen to her like this forever. You’re awkwardly twisted in your seat but it’s worth it- she’s worth it. It’s the best kiss of your life and you don’t want it to end. She’s just as enthusiastic as you are and she’s clinging to you and kissing you in a way that makes you so very glad you’re not actually married right now. “Everything,” you mumble, rubbing your hands over her back and down over her hips. “You’re everything,” you manage as she whines and brings your mouth back to hers.

“Not everything,” she replies knowingly, and you pull away to look at her, unsure of what she means. You can still taste the sharp bite of cranberry and Tito’s from her mouth. “I’m not -“ but she cuts herself off by pressing a hand to her mouth and closing her eyes.

“Y/n?” You’re studying her closely now. She doesn’t normally get nauseous until she’s past her limit and you didn’t think she was there - not yet. This could be bad - if she’s past her limit, then that kiss - “How drunk are you?” You knew she was definitely drunk; you’d been making her drinks the entire flight, but you didn’t think - not that drunk. Not yet. But - you feel the guilt start to rise in you. Are you taking advantage of her? She’s drunk - but you are too - but...

She yawns, gives a little hiccup, and snuggles against your shoulder. “Pretty drunk,” she finally mumbles, flailing her hand out at the window beside her. “Need a lil nap I think. Love making out with your face-” she pauses here to stroke your face - “but - need a lil nap.” You’re relieved - pretty drunk isn’t gone, wasted, blacked out. You know her and you know her limits. Pretty drunk is okay. You lean over her and pull the shade down and the flight attendant moves in swiftly with a soft blanket. You drape it over her and smooth it down over her body, trying not to focus on how warm and soft she is under your hand and how badly you want to touch every other inch of her body. “Thank you, Bunny,” she whispers and yawns once more before falling asleep.

“Bunny,” you groan to yourself quietly. The words slam into you. It hurts. She’s not just pretty drunk, you realize. She’s blacked out, wasted, absolutely trashed. Early in your college career together when you were stumbling home from a party, she read the name tag on your door - B. Urie - as Bunie, and it gradually morphed into Bunny. Whether through genuine habit or drunk amusement, it became her pet name for you whenever she was absolutely out of her mind drunk, but you absolutely loved it. She’d claim your extra-long twin bed but pat the bed beside her and coax you into bed with the name until you climbed up next to her. She’d cradle your head in her lap and stroke your hair, cooing that she loved her Bunny “s’much,” and you’d fall asleep to her soft touch and the sweet smell of her perfume mixed with the leftover aroma of whatever party you’d both been at prior to making it back to your dorm.

In the morning, she’d clamber over you to bolt to the bathroom where she’d, as she always announced triumphantly while you pulled a pillow over your head, puke and rally. “Come on B,” she’d beg, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to your bed, like she hadn’t just been sprawled over your mattress, hogging the blankets. “The dining hall is going to run out of waffles.”

“They’re definitely not but you might not get one if you poke me one more time,” you’d retort grumpily. “Because I’ll kill you.” She’d just laugh and become your pain-in-the-ass best friend again, no longer the snuggly, drunk, affectionate girl you had no idea how to approach with your long-stifled feelings.

“Oh Koloa,” you sigh, reverting back to your own drunk nickname for her and kissing the top of her head now as she presses her face into your bicep. “My sweet little duckling. What am I going to do with you?” You run a hand over her hair and she sighs in her sleep. “I guess we’ll see if you remember anything when you wake up and go from there,” you murmur before draping an arm around her protectively while flagging down a flight attendant for another blanket. You know her. She needs two blankets to sleep really soundly. You’re going to get her that second blanket.

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