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redamancy | wriothesley

pairing: f!reader x wriothesley

genre: fluff, smut

tags: co-workers to lovers, neuvilette plays a role, y/n has a hydro vision, y/n is the right hand of neuvi, office sex, first time for y/n, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, size kink, big d1ck wrio, creampie, squirting lol, pu$$yjob, aftercare

wordcount: 5.8k

synopsis: redamancy; (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

a/n: the horny writer in me got awakened with the coming of wriothesley 🧎🏻‍♀️it’s been a while since I’ve written anything this long so I hope the quality is good throughout all those 5k+ words

© I do not condone my works being posted anywhere but on my own tumblr page.

Being cooped up in the Fortress of Meropide was not unusual for Wriothesley. Being the Duke, the person in charge, required him to remain within the walls of the Fortress quite often. As a result, he had quite some connections with people from the Overworld whenever he could not attend to those matters himself. The only people he had real close connections to from the Overworld were Neuvilette and y/n.

Neuvilette was someone he had a somewhat special relationship with as thanks to him he managed to get the position of the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. Without Neuvilette, he genuinely would not know where he would have been right now. However, y/n was also a person he felt very grateful to. While Neuvilette did the heavy lifting for granting him the position that he has now, Neuvilette would not have been able to do it successfully without the help of y/n.

Ever since, y/n has become the message relayer for Neuvilette whenever him and Wriothesley were unable to meet each other in person. In fact, y/n took it upon herself to become the permanent liaison for the two of them as she actually enjoyed having to travel often. Wriothesley, however, did find it quite odd that she described the Fortress as being a sight to behold. Her reasoning being along the lines of her not being in such a tense environment very often and that the courtrooms are very different. A weird reasoning if you asked him, but he found it cute either way.

Y/n visiting him to relay intelligence from Neuvilette or just dropping by to get an update on the state of the Fortress became part of Wriothesley’s daily routine. Whenever y/n would not visit she’d always let him know, but this was a very rare occurrence as in the past few years she’s never missed being a part of his daily routine. However, today, it was nearly midnight and y/n had not visited him yet and she had not let him know where she was at.

Wriothesley was not concerned about her not being able to protect herself. In fact, he considers her strength close to his own. However, he knows that with her being the right hand of Neuvilette she undoubtedly has nefarious groups put a target on her head. These people Wriothesley has always tried to put in jail, but having no concrete evidence to do so, he could only look on and hope they would never get to her.

Glancing at the clock he bit his lower lip nervously and contemplated going to the Overworld to see for himself whether she was in her office or not. He looked at the history of his phone calls and saw that y/n had accumulated over 10 missed calls from him. He internally cringed at himself for the amount of times that he’s called her, but when it came to her safety he couldn’t care less. Shoving his phone inside his pocket he decided to visit her himself in the hopes that she would actually just be at the office and not somewhere unsafe.

–

Standing in front of the door of y/n’s office he nervously contemplated knocking on the door. He has already confirmed that y/n was safe from the informant at the front desk. In fact, she has been cooped up in her office all day because she was working on a big case he was actually already familiar with. It was safe to say that it slipped his mind. Internally groaning, he knocked on the door and heard a soft ‘yes’ from the other side of the door before he pushed it open.

“Wriothesley? What brings you here?” y/n asked with excitement in her voice as he saw her head peak from above a stack of papers she already read through based on the multiple sticky notes he saw on them. Hearing her speak his name and look at him with excitement made his heart skip a beat, leading to him quickly trying to regain control of his breathing.

“Well, I had not heard from you all day and you did not pick up my calls, it got me worried a bit,” he answered as he walked towards her, the large, paper covered desk separating the two of them. Y/n’s eyes widened in shock at the realisation, making her look at the clock and then her phone to see not only his missed calls but also a bunch of messages from other people. “Oh god, I did not mean for that to happen, this case on Childe just has a lot more paperwork than both Neuvilette and I expected” she rambled on as she started gathering her things, possibly to start heading home.

“It’s alright y/n, I’m just glad to see you’re alright, you should head home and get some rest,” Wriothesley gave her a soft smile which she returned. “Thank you Wrio, I will visit you tomorrow morning as there’s still some stuff I indeed needed to relay to you, good night” y/n thanked him with a smile as she gave his upper arm a soft squeeze before heading out leaving him in her office.

Hearing the door close behind him, he released a deep sigh. The entire day y/n and Neuvilette were working on a case that had the attention of all the most important people in Fontaine. It should have also had his attention as he is in charge of keeping the Fatui individual jailed until trial. However, thoughts started to plague his mind. Perhaps Neuvilette and y/n were already partners. He’s heard the rumors of people speculating them to be together. They visually look incredibly well together, their personalities complement each other as they fill in on each other’s gaps, and they also work very well together when on the job. In the Overworld, people never saw them away from each other.

Nearly being able to taste the jealousy on his tongue, Wriothesley made a desperate effort to head over to Neuvilette’s office to clear up these rumours for other people, but mostly for himself. It did not take long for Neuvilette to let him inside his office. It also did not take long for Wriothesley to state what his visit to him was for.

“Me and y/n?” Neuvilette let out a deep laugh as he looked outside the window at the deep blue night sky. “Y/n and I are not romantic partners, it’s the first time I’ve actually heard of these rumours, I wonder what made people… and you, think so,” Neuvilette spurred Wriothesley on to actually tell him the reason for bringing such a rumour up, a rumour which Neuvilette probably did not care about. As silence filled Neuvilette’s office room, he let out a deep chuckle, “Wriothesley, do you perhaps harbour romantic feelings for y/n?”.

At Neuvilette’s question, Wriothesley’s face warmed up in an instant. “Well, you have now gotten the confirmation about y/n's relationship status, I wish you the best outcome if you do decide to let her know about your feelings for her,” Neuvilette encouraged as he took a sip from his tea that has gone cold hours ago. “Thank you Monsieur Neuvilette, I’m sorry I had to take time from your schedule for such trivial matters,” Wriothesley apologised as he facepalmed himself at which Neuvilette chuckled. “It is no trivial matter to me, I care about you and y/n, I wish you the best,” Wriothesley then bid his goodbyes to him and started heading home, thinking of what he would say to y/n tomorrow and whether she would even reciprocate his feelings. Knowing her relationship status was only the first and easiest step. Relaying his feelings to her would be most likely the hardest task he’s ever put on himself.

–

Wriothesley was not able to get a wink of sleep throughout the whole night. When the sun rose, it being his cue to prepare for work, he realised he had not slept throughout the entire night. Thoughts about how to confess to y/n and whether she would reciprocate his feelings raced throughout his mind the entire night, not enabling him to have moment of calm peace. Instead he looked at the ceiling all night until he noticed his bedroom becoming lighter by the hour.

Now, here he was at his office, his hair even more of a mess when it normally already had a somewhat messy look, his tie not put on correctly, and a few buttons of his outfit unbuttoned. The staff at the Fortress of Meropide gave him very noticeable questioning looks, but him being the Duke, they did not dare comment on his messy appearance. After all, it was also the first time they saw him in such a dishevelled state. Internally, Wriothesley was somewhat thankful they didn’t comment on it, because he still needed to get his shit together before y/n would arrive at his office.

As he was busy looking over papers with regards to the Fatui member who recently got jailed, he suddenly heard knocking on the door of his office, signalling him that y/n had arrived. He looked at the clock on the wall above the door and saw that the arms struck exactly 9AM. She was always right on the dot when it came to time.

After telling her to come in, the large doors to his office opened with a loud creak. As y/n entered the office, Wriothesley noticed how she wore a rather short skirt which was not something she usually wore. She looked good, and he felt a spark in his lower body making him mentally punch himself in the face for thinking like that. “Good morning y/n, seems like you’re donning a new look, haven’t seen that before,” He greeted making her grin at him.

“Mornin’ Wrio! Glad you noticed, the weather has become a bit warmer in the Overworld so I decided to switch out my usual pants with a skirt for once,” y/n explained excitedly as she made her way over to him before planting the stack of papers in her arms on his desk with a loud thud. “These papers contain some more information about Childe’s case, aaaand the groups that have had their eyes on Neuvilette and I,” y/n went straight to the point and as she explained she showed which papers contained what information. Her being straight to the point is a quality he’s always liked about her. He’s quite like that himself, and as a result, the two have always been able to resolve any conflict they had very quickly.

“Thanks y/n, did Neuvilette have anything else to say?” He asked as he neatly put the stack of papers in a drawer dedicated to recent on-going cases. “No, but I do,” she quickly responded, at which he raised his eyebrows at her. Y/n lifted her index finger and started pointing at his hair and then his torso, “You’re quite a mess today, I’m guessing you did not get a good night’s rest?”. Wriothesley awkwardly started scratching the back of his neck, a slight blush growing on his cheeks. “No not really, but it’s alright, it’s nothing to worry about,” He answered as he stood up, went to the same side of the desk that y/n was leaning against, now standing right in front of her.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at him, confused as to why he just randomly stood up to just stand in front of her. Wriothesley observed y/n from head to toe, making her self-conscious. He noticed how she had slightly dark eyebags, lip balm which was slightly smeared beyond the outlining of her lips, and most important of all how she looked absolutely glorious in his eyes. As y/n was about to ask him why he was staring at her for so long, Wriothesley closed the distance between the two of them in an instant, engulfing her in his bigger frame.

“Oh? What’s the hug for Wrio? I thought you said there was nothing to worry about?” y/n asked as she reciprocated the hug, now rubbing his large back with her significantly smaller hands.

Wriothesley was contemplating whether he should just blurt it out.

What did he have to lose if he did tell her?

The comfortable relationship that they built up with each other perhaps.

Knowing y/n she would still remain the liaison between him and Neuvilette, she was still a professional after all.

He would still be able to see her, but if she did not reciprocate his feelings there would undoubtedly grow a chasm between them which will not be easily repaired.

However, Wriothesley kept these feelings hidden for far too long.

He could not bear to keep them hidden any longer and he needed her to know that he loved her dearly.

He only hoped that she would feel the same way he did.

“I’m in love with you y/n.”

A deafening silence befell the two of them. Wriothesley did not necessarily feel awkward, but y/n freezing within his arms and her rubbing on his back ceasing motion made him think he maybe just froze her with his vision.

Wriothesley found it the right move to let go of her to see her expression. As he did so, he saw her face obviously become blushy, making him grow a bit of hope. “I don’t mean to pressure you into anything, I of course do wish you feel the same, I’ve harboured these feelings for quite a while after all, but if that’s not what you wish the relationship between the two of us becomes… I will be fine,” y/n was looking at the ground. Multiple thoughts undoubtedly ran through her head.

“Why?” was the first thing she asked after half a minute of silence. Wriothesley gave her a questioning look. “Well, I found you very interesting from the moment I first laid my eyes on you, when you helped Neuvilette give me the title that I now have, then I fell in love with how dedicated you are to your work,” He began as he hesitantly grabbed her hands, delicately holding them with his own large scarred ones.

“I then became used to the way you were part of my daily routine, relaying the intel from Neuvilette to me, and how you always lingered to just converse about anything when time would allow, y/n… I now want you to become part of my daily routine long-term,” He continued, the blush on y/n’s cheeks growing intenser in colour and warmth. Y/n squeezed his hands.

“I feel the same way Wrio, I’ve also felt the same way from a long time ago,” she began, now looking up at him, straight into his eyes, “I fell for you based on your papers alone, I learned about your past, and also you as a person, you have a complicated past, but despite that you had so many qualities that made me enamoured for you, finally meeting you in person all those years ago only solidified my feelings for you”. Wriothesley felt immense happiness wash over his body. Y/n felt the same way and all kinds of imaginations about their future as a couple started flooding his mind.

Y/n gave him a smile seeing how he squeezed her hands a bit tighter, “The only reason I did not act upon those feelings is that I wanted to remain professional with the relationship that we have, we are after all the backbone of the justice system in Fontaine.”

“God y/n, you have an amazing mind,” Wriothesley complimented as he pulled her in for a hug, one which she reciprocated with just as much vigour. “Likewise Wrio,” she resumed her comforting rubs on his large back, now paying attention to how muscled his back actually was. She has seen pictures of Wriothesley during his underground boxing days. The man was insanely well-built, which was also the result of the many fights that he got into with his own will or against his will. However, since he has stopped that career of his for many years now, his body has become more soft.

Wriothesley distanced the two of them, but still held onto her by her waist, “Does this mean that you allow me to be your romantic partner?”. Y/n chuckled at the way he phrased his question and hugged his torso tighter, rubbing her face against his surprisingly large pec which could be felt through the fabric quite well, “Yes, and I can’t wait to give this big boyfriend of mine all the hugs he deserves.”

A lovesick smile grew on Wriothesley’s face as he wrapped his arms around y/n’s smaller frame. After they finally finished hugging each other, y/n looked Wriothesley up and down and noticed how he still looked like quite a mess. With a smile she ruffled his hair, standing on her toes and then moved to readjust his tie, and buttoning up his loose buttons. As y/n was doing so, Wriothesley started thinking about how he wanted her to do this for him everyday; tidy up his hair, put on his tie for him, close up his buttons for him and perhaps even kiss him on his cheek before waving him off to his job. As Wriothesley was lost in his thoughts, y/n noticed this and decided to plant a quick peck on his lips making him snap out of his trance.

“You were staring at me for quite a while there, what were you thinking about Wrio?” y/n asked as she folded her hands behind his neck, providing more support to her standing on her toes. “I was just thinking about how I want you to do this to me everyday,” he said straightforwardly, making her laugh at him. “Guess we’ll have to figure out whose house we want to stay at for that to happen then, right?” she teased, making him rub his face into her neck. “Your place is definitely bigger than mine,” his hands held onto her waist as he discreetly distanced his lower body from hers.

All the imagining about what their relationship would be like made Wriothesley excited in more than one way. He felt embarrassed that couldn’t control himself in that way when it came to y/n. But how could he not, he pined for her for many years and now that the feelings have been reciprocated he only wishes to catch up on all the time that they’ve already could’ve been a couple. As Wriothesley was once again lost in his thoughts, y/n had already noticed the sizable tent forming in his pants.

“Wrio, love, do you need help with that?” y/n asked as she gently caressed it with the tip of her fingers, feeling it twitch slightly. “Ah shit, I feel so embarrassed for being like this, you don’t need to if you don’t want to y/n” he mumbled embarrassedly. Y/n shook her head at him and instead pulled him by his hands towards his chair before making him sit down, and kneeling between his thick thighs. Resting her cheek against his inner thigh, she looked up at him, “I don’t have to be in office until 12”.

Wriothesley gulped, a shuddered exhale leaving his lips as he broke eye contact with y/n to look at the clock above the door to his office. They had around an hour until she would have to start her workday. “Should be plenty of time, no?” She asked as she started fumbling with the intricate belt around his hips. Wriothesley stroked y/n’s cheek with his right hand as his left hand got to work at removing his belt with the help of y/n.

With a thud, the belt hit the ground, and y/n quickly unzipped his pants for his cock to spring out, hitting her against her cheek. Y/n’s eyes widened at his sheer size which made Wriothesley awkwardly look away. “Woah Wrio, I know you’re a big man but I didn’t expect this to be that big as well,” the tip of her index finger traced his cock from the base all the way to his leaking tip, making him grunt as she rubbed a circle around his tip.

Without giving him a chance to respond to her provocative comment about his member, y/n wrapped one hand around the shaft, the other fumbled with his balls and her mouth got to work on his tip. Uncontrollable grunts left Wriothesley’s lips as his hands found their way into y/n’s hair, but he was careful not to force her down as her hand wrapping around his shaft already said enough.

His thighs started quivering as he felt himself reach climax unexpectedly fast. Y/n took note of this as she now started sucking and licking his tip more intensely, her right hand stroking his shaft more firmly while her left hand languidly massaged his balls. “Shit, I’m close y/n,” Wriothesley was about to pull her off of him, but y/n wrapped her arms around her thighs from underneath, taking his cock as deep inside her mouth as she could. Wriothesley loudly moaned as the tightness of y/n’s throat around his tip finally made him orgasm, hot spurts of thick white cum immediately being swallowed by y/n.

Sliding Wriothesley’s cock out of her mouth with a loud pop, Wriothesley released a deep exhale and felt himself flush upon seeing some of his cum on the corner of y/n’s mouth. He quickly wiped it away with his thumb and to y/n’s surprise he cleaned it by licking it himself. “Stand up y/n” Wriothesley grabbed her by her waist and helped her stand up, making her grunt which made him raise his eyebrow at her.

“Ahaha, my knees hurt from that, but it’s okay, I’m just glad I made you feel good, Wrio,” she explained as she gave him a peck on the cheek. Without giving her a warning, he lifted her onto his desk before pulling her skirt up to her waist so he could see her panties. His rough fingers immediately traced the wet patch on the crotch of her panties, making her gasp at the contact. “Why don’t you lay down y/n,” Wriothesley started softly pushing her down by her neck making her look at him in surprise.

As y/n now faced the high ceiling she quickly wanted to lean against her elbows so he could see what Wriothesley was doing, but suddenly she heard something clink making her ears perk up and sit up straight. “I don’t want you to do anything else than just enjoy the feeling,” he explained as he held both of her wrists in one hand while the other slapped on his cuffs around them.

“Wow we’re getting freaky already during our first time huh?” y/n commented with a grin as Wriothesley pushed her onto her back once more, making her unable to sit up straight again unless she really made use of her core muscles.

Wriothesley did not respond to her making her bite her lip as she couldn’t see what he was doing. Suddenly she felt him grab the crotch of her panties, pulling on it before letting it loose making it snap against her wet lower lips. “I’ve barely done anything and you’re already dripping wet, I can’t help but wonder whether a certain Hydro vision is at work here,” he commented as he glanced at the Hydro vision that dangled from her hip.

Just as y/n was about to say something Wriothesley slipped off her soaked panties and immediately latched his mouth onto her clit, his tongue massaging circles into it as two thick fingers probed at her pulsing entrance. Y/n cursed into the air as her cuffed hands now found purchase in Wriothesley’s hair. As she tugged on his hair, urging him to do more than just lick her clit and probe her entrance, he plunged his fingers into her earning a surprised gasp from her.

His fingers went into her pussy all the way to his knuckles, making her see stars at how deep he’s gone. Her own fingers never reached the depths that she herself had. The grip she had on Wriothesley’s hair tightened and just as she was about to clench her thighs around his head, his fingers retracted from her pussy to instead hold her thighs, nearly folding her in half.

Before y/n could ask him to pleasure her hole again, his mouth suddenly shifted lower, instead, his tongue now licking into her hole, making her eyes roll back. With the tight grip she had on his hair, she started rolling her hips against his face, creating a wet mess which now started to pool on the table. “Shit Wrio, it feels so good, you’re going to make me cum,” y/n cried into the air as her hips wriggled around to try and make his tongue reach even deeper as well as have his nose nudge against her clit.

Loud noisy slobbering echoed throughout the large office, intensifying the pleasure that y/n felt from his tongue, while Wriothesley’s hard cock itched to be plunged inside her dripping wet hole. Y/n’s thighs started shaking within the grasp of Wriothesley, signalling him that her climax was very close. The grip of y/n’s cuffed hands on his hair had now loosened and were instead covering her mouth to keep her loud noises at bay.

Wriothesley let go off one of her thighs and grabbed her hands, keeping them away from her mouth so he could hear her moan out loud. “Aaah, aaah, shit, Wrio, it’s too good, sh-shit,” y/n cried as her hands trembled within his hold. Desperately wriggling her hips into his face, Wriothesley thrusted his tongue as deep as he could and with his other hand he roughly rubbed her clit making her finally cum into his mouth.

“Shit shit shit shit, Wrio, get your face off me, please, oh my god,” y/n whined as an earth shattering orgasm shocked throughout her whole body, making her shake and twitch on the desk as her pussy oozed arousal onto the table.

Without giving her time to catch her breath, he grabbed the bottom of her thighs again and pressed them against her chest as he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk so his cock could easily access her hole. “Wait, Wrio, wait,” y/n pressed her still cuffed hands against his muscular abdomen which were now revealed as he had pulled up his shirt, holding it with his teeth so he could prepare to see how the two of them would connect.

Wriothesley raised his eyebrows at her, making her gulp, “Please just go slow when entering, you’re big… and… I’ve never done this before.” At this Wriothesley let loose of the shirt between his teeth and he made her wrap her legs around his waist before pulling her up to be face to face with her.

“Why didn’t you tell me that? I went way too rough on you,” he asked worriedly as he went on to rid her off his cuffs which appeared to only open after he made use of his vision. “Well, I’ve done other sexual acts, but I’ve just never had someone penetrate me,” y/n explained with a blush as she looked at Wriothesley’s large cock resting against her soaked folds.

“But it seems you’ve had quite some experience yourself?” She asked with an eyebrow raised as she started unbuttoning his clothes before helping him take them off, revealing his chiselled torso that has now become a little more plump compared to his pictures from his earlier days. Now, y/n could also see the deep scars that decorated his neck, scars she knew the history of. She traced them lightly before pressing soft kisses against them making him moan into her hair.

“The last time I did it was before I went to jail, so that’s years ago y/n,” he explained as he now also rid y/n of her upperwear, revealing a dark blue lace bra. He tugged the lace downwards making her breasts bounce, his eyes drinking up the beautiful sight.

“Hmm… fair enough, now, why don’t you make both of us feel good then, Wrio?” y/n whispered into his ear as she languidly moved her hips against his cock, encouraging him to finally put it in.

Wriothesley pushed y/n onto her back on the desk and, once more, grabbed her by the back of her thighs, spreading them wide so he could clearly see how he would enter her. Both of them taking a deep breath, Wriothesley first pushed in his thick bulbous tip making y/n’s jaw fall slack at the stretch. Worry starting to cloud Wriothesley’s mind, he let go off one thigh to start rubbing soft languid circles against her clit to distract her from the uncomfortable stretch.

Y/n was prepared enough, however, having her first time being with someone as big as Wriothesley would still not be easy, he knew that. Y/n’s hands held onto the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as Wriothesley proceeded to push himself further, and as he heard no complaints but only moans, he finally pushed in the last few inches, his hips now flush against hers.

“Shit, y/n, you feel so good around me, b-but how do you feel?” Wriothesley grunted as his hands started massaging her breasts, making her hips twitch and Wriothesley release a moan at the slight friction he felt from her walls moving around his cock. “Hmmm, you’re so freaking big, but you can m-move now, make me feel good p-please,” and with that Wriothesley started thrusting in and out of her sopping hole, a ring of white arousal forming where the two of them were connected. Loud smacking noises sounded throughout the room as more arousal was forced out of y/n’s hole with every thrust of Wriothesley’s long thick member.

Slowly he started increasing his pace bit by bit to make sure she would not be overwhelmed, but y/n started getting tired of his slow languid thrusting, “Go faster Wrio, I need you to make me cum.” Not wanting to make her and himself wait any longer, he shifted his hands to the pits of her knees before pressing them against her chest, and hammering his cock into her with a speed that most definitely caught her off guard.

A mix of curses and Wriothesley’s name spilled from y/n’s mouth as she tightly grasped onto his wrists that were holding her knees in place. The pressure of her knees against her chest gave her the perfect amount of pressure to feel slightly out of breath. Her legs being squeezed together in this position made her feel every bit of Wriothesley’s cock in even greater detail. The few veins that ran along the underside of his cock perfectly massaged her walls, and his big tip continuously rammed against that one deep spot inside her that made her eyes roll back and see stars.

Y/n felt an intense feeling build up in her lower stomach, which made her writhe in Wriothesley’s iron tight hold, “Wrio! My stomach feels weird, I think I’m gonna cum.” “Then come for me y/n, I want you to squeeze around me and come together,” Wriothesley slowed down his thrusts to, instead, calculated thrusts which made him push himself into her all the way to the hilt, his tip pressing against her g-spot without rest.

Spreading her thighs apart, Wriothesley looked at the wet mess that formed between the two of them, white stringy cum forming whenever he would pull back only to make a loud wet smack whenever he pushed back in. Without warning, clear liquid squirted out of y/n, splashing all over Wriothesley’s chest, a smirk growing on his face.

“FUCK, Wrio! Take your cock out, it’s t-too good, shit!” y/n’s hands were desperately trying to push away Wriothesley as clear liquid continued to splash at him, but he did not stop. He kept thrusting into her pussy which continued squirting until he finally came inside her, hot white thick cum filling her up as she nearly passed out from the overstimulation.

Wriothesley quickly grabbed her by her upper arms helping her sit up straight as the huge amounts of arousal on the desk and floor made him sigh at how much he’d have to clean later on. Y/n rested her forehead against his shoulders, her eyes focused on how Wriothesley’s cock was still snug inside her, their mixed arousals leaking out of her, dripping onto the floor.

“Archons, you did not go easy on me Wrio,” y/n whined as she started to regain her senses and was now feeling how deep Wriothesley was actually inside her. “Sorry, y/n, you just felt so good and you also looked like you were only feeling pleasure,” he apologised as he rubbed soothing circles onto her lower back before he slowly distanced the two of them, his cock which was still half hard slipping out.

As his cock slipped out of her hole, a glob of their mixed arousal leaked out making her gasp at the feeling of losing all of the accumulated cum inside her. “Shit y/n, just let me only do this,” Wriothesley requested as he now started rubbing his cock against her folds, making her wince at the overstimulation. Holding onto her waist he sped up, and after a few thrusts he came on her stomach, thick spurts of cum making a mess.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go to the office today, I’m gonna have to work from home,” y/n mumbled against Wriothesley’s neck, pressing kisses against the deep scars. “I’ll help you clean up and you can just do your work here with me in the office,” Wriothesley suggested as he suddenly started carrying her bridal style. “Sounds like a plan, Wrio,” y/n agreed as she pressed her lips against his lovingly.

—

The next morning when y/n arrived at the office where Neuvilette has already started working on the case with the Fatui member, she notices him looking at her in a weird way. “Is there anything on my face?” y/n asked as she looked in the reflection of the display closet next to her. Neuvilette smiles to himself and asks, “So… when am I receiving the request for a maternity leave?”.

There will not be a part 2 o3o

The office sex was somewhat inspired by (cw: p0rn) this video so do with it what u want 😳

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‘CAUSE GIRL, YOU EARNED IT

୨୧ featuring: zhongli, alhaitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, tartaglia x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, gangbang, intoxication kink, spanking, edging, pet names, oral sex, nipple play, handcuffs, fingering, choking, praise kink, degradation kink, rough sex, double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie, dumbification

୨୧ synopsis: guilty of negligence 

ଘ wc: 4.4k

It was a peaceful night, rain was falling outside, lullying nature into serene sleep. And here you are, fixing your lingerie that was practically nothing more than decoration on yourself. A bit of lipstick and you were done. You took a look at yourself in the mirror, pleased with how utterly gorgeous you looked. You couldn’t wait. It had been so long since you last saw him that you were ready to devour every piece of him the moment he stepped inside your house. You counted the seconds, trying to calm your excited heart, but it was in vain. Before the sound of your doorbell could even fathom to fully reach your ears, you were running to the door, putting on your silk robe to avoid becoming a spectacle for any potential passer-by. 

Five pairs of eyes were looking at you and you could only stand there and stare at them with widened, shocked eyes. They were equally if not more confused than you were. And it finally dawned on you; you had accidentally arranged to meet all of them on the same day, at the same time. Your mouth opened and closed, as you found no words to explain the situation to them. What were you supposed to say, anyway? You stepped aside, letting them come inside to the warmth of your house, feeling bad for letting them spend a few more minutes at the cold of your porch. 

They settled in your living room, averting their curious gazes back at you. You felt your cheeks blushing by this predicament you had bestowed upon yourself over your own carelessness. Their intense gazes that travelled upon your body, taking in every little detail like starved men, had you wrapping your arms around yourself, suddenly being too self-aware of the few garments you were wearing. 

“I-I’ll bring you some h-hot beverages to warm y-yourselves,” you suggested, making haste into the kitchen. 

And as you were panicking, trying to think of ways to deal with the situation at hand, the gentlemen in your living room became acquainted with those they weren’t. Zhongli, Wangsheng Funeral Parlour’s Consultant. Alhaitham, Sumeru’s Akademiya’s Scribe. Neuvillette, Fontaine’s Chief Justice. Wriothesley, Lord of the Fortress of Meropide. Tartaglia, the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. They didn’t really seem to mind your stalling in the kitchen. On the contrary, the five of them started talking amongst themselves, starting with Neuvillette, who was clearly surprised to meet Tartaglia once more. 

You couldn’t make up what they were talking about, but you could hear their lively chatter. Of course, none of them was mad or angered by the others’ presence. You were just good friends with all of them; good friends that occasionally fucked each other, but that’s just your way to keep your friendship interesting. They were, however, caught off guard by the rest, as were you, yet they seemed to have moved past it. 

You didn’t know what to do. How were you supposed to send them home when they had cleared their schedules for the night just to meet you? I’m so stupid! You mentally cursed at yourself, as you started preparing some tea. Getting them to leave was already a nearly impossible task, let alone now that they seemed to be getting along. You dreaded the thought of going back there. You dreaded the thought of having to explain how all of them showing up at your door tonight was an accident, a careless mistake you made and failed to realise till they had all arrived. 

As the tea was being prepared, you went through your cupboards, taking out various snacks to go along with the tea. You were almost moving like a robot that needed its joints to be greased. You could even hear the faint sound of screeching each move of yours made. It’s going to be alright, you attempted to calm yourself down. They’ll just have some tea and then they’ll leave… Or at least that’s what you wanted to happen. I won’t have to explain how I messed up our meeting schedule tonight… Wishful thoughts that barely managed to help you. 

Soon enough, you returned to the living room, bringing them the tea and snacks. To say that you felt as awkward as one could feel at the moment was an understatement. And yet, the men in your presence paid no attention to it, as they helped themselves with a cup of tea, continuing their conversation. You were just sitting on an armchair, watching them converse as if they had been called to a tea party from the start, not that silly little you had by accident invited them all over. 

“And here I was thinking that this was all just a mistake on your part,” you heard Alhaitham say a little louder in order to catch your attention. 

Pulled out of your thoughts, you turned to look at him, tilting your head in confusion as to what he meant. You noticed his heavier breathing, the way he seemed as if his body was on fire. He appeared calm, but oh that boner of his told another story. A quick look around and you saw the rest of them being in a similar state. Your eyes fell on the chocolate bites among the other snacks. Fuck— 

“Come here.” 

You took a moment to look at Neuvillette. Even in this state of arousal, he spoke in that authoritative voice of his, the one he always uses when commanding order in the courtroom. You gulped and hesitantly walked towards him. With a swift move of his, you found yourself sitting on his lap, the Chief Justice already untying your robe. 

“We all got the impression that perhaps this was just a… Misunderstanding.” He caressed your cheek, looking at you fondly, despite the serious tone of his voice. “Did you perhaps plan this in advance? Bringing us here, then giving us chocolate laced with an aphrodisiac?” 

“Should I perhaps arrest you now, little kitten?” Wriothesley whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe right after. 

“I suggest she receives punishment for her criminal actions.” Tartaglia was now standing in front of you, smirking, as he held a piece of chocolate to your lips. 

“B-But I-I didn’t do it on purpose—” 

“Negligence is still a crime, love.” Neuvillette kissed your cheek. “And even if we were to believe your claims, the evidence works against you.” His hand slipped down your open robe, rubbing your folds. “Wearing such revealing lingerie and getting wet at the mere sight of us being aroused… Tsk tsk tsk.” He shook his head. “You’re as guilty as you can be, love.” 

Tartaglia slipped the chocolate into your mouth, looking at you as you munched on it and swallowed it. He smirked, caressing your chin softly, before crushing his lips on yours, kissing you impatiently, hungrily, desperately. Alhaitham and Zhongli approached you as well, ridding you of the only garments you were wearing, leaving you completely naked under their ravenous gazes. They were trying their best to keep themselves in control and not rip you apart; their eyes betrayed it. 

It didn’t take long for the aphrodisiac to kick in your system nor for the carnal desire to overtake your body. You were lying on Neuvillette’s chest, squirming and moaning and meowing, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. His left hand was holding your arms behind your back, whilst his right one was tending to your clit, his fingers rubbing your sensitive bud with utmost expertise. Wriothesley was kneeling in-between your legs, holding them open with his strong arms, as he feasted upon your delectable cunt, tasting your arousal and letting out low growls. 

On your left side was Zhongli and on your right was Alhaitham. They were leaving kisses all over your exposed body, massaging your breasts with one hand and pressing you down with the other. Their mouths were tending to your nipples, sucking on them as they watched you writhe in pleasure by all those men paying attention to you. Tartaglia emerged from behind the couch, caressing your cheek and averting your gaze to him. Leaning down, he buried himself in the crook of your neck, kissing and licking and biting you all over. Your body arched at their touch, your moans only urging them further. 

Wriothesley let out a guttural growl, licking every drop of your arousal. He could barely keep your spasming body still, as you moaned out in pure ecstasy from your orgasm. All of them smirked, feeling you convulsing, looking like you’ve just entered heaven. Neuvillette slapped your cunt, earning a whimpering moan from you. 

“Did you like it that much, love?” Neuvillette asked you. 

“Of course she did, right, kitten?” Wriothesley smirked, licking over your cunt. 

“Her moans confirm that, don’t they, dear?” Zhongli kissed your neck. 

“Oh, poor baby, you aren’t tired yet, hm?” Alhaitham cooed in your neck, gently biting down over one of Tartaglia’s bites. 

“Oh no, no! We can’t have you getting tired so early, darling.” Tartaglia kissed your lips. “The fun’s just starting.”

You were lost in your sweet haze for a moment, watching them change their positions. Neuvillette pushed himself up, sitting now on the couch, rather than lying. Alhaitham caught your hands and pulled you forward. Your bare cunt was sitting oh so perfectly on the Chief Justice’s clothed crotch, making him let out a low moan, as your arousal was drenching him. You hissed, looking down at Wriothesley who bit your tit, folding tightly the other in his fist. Alhaitham caught your chin, averting your attention back to the three men standing before you. 

You watched them get undressed, their cocks springing free from the constraints of their pants, hard and desperate for attention. Tartaglia and Zhongli took your hands, placing them on their shafts, moving them along their lengths, before allowing you to continue on your own. Alhaitham stroked his cock, bringing it to your lips. He smirked as you obediently opened your mouth and took him in, your lips wrapping perfectly around his girth, a low groan leaving his lips. 

“That’s it, baby,” Alhaitham moaned, his head falling back. 

“So desperate,” Tartaglia mocked, watching how you eagerly moved your head up and down, taking as much of the Scribe’s cock in your mouth as you could. The Harbinger let out a moanful groan the next moment, as you stroked his cock and used your thumb to smear the tip with his cum. 

“If you wished for all of us, dear, you should have said so sooner,” Zhongli breathed, catching your hair in a nice ponytail. 

The three of them took turns having you please them with either your skilled hands or your warm mouth. First was Alhaitham, who let you suck him off at your own pace, relishing the cute gleam in your eyes as you looked up at him. He mumbled a couple curses under his breath, while he kept telling you how good you looked with his cock in your mouth, how good you made him feel. His whole body tensed, his grip on his waist tightened, as he let out a moan, cumming in your mouth. 

“Good girl,” Alhaitham praised, kissing your lips tenderly, before standing up. 

Zhongli was the one to occupy your mouth next. Even after all the times you’ve had sex with him, your mouth was still not accustomed enough with his girthy cock. You choked on his shaft, tears welling up and falling from your eyes in streams. The former Geo Archon cupped your cheek gently, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He looked at you affectionately, encouraging you to take your time. He groaned and grunted, feeling your tongue swirl over and over again over that one specific vein, having him lose his mind and coming undone. 

“Perfect as always, dear,” Zhongli whispered in your ear. 

And last but definitely not least, it was Tartaglia’s turn. You braced yourself, knowing him all too well to be certain that he wasn’t going to be as gentle as the two before him. He allowed you a moment to tend to him on your own, before kneading your hair in a ponytail and forcing you on him, his cock hitting the back of your throat. New tears welled up in your eyes. You looked up at him, noticing how big his smirk grew, as he continued fucking your mouth. 

“You’re such a pretty little whore, darling,” Tartaglia moaned. 

Your body jolted at the sudden smack that Neuvillette landed on your ass, gently caressing the spot right after. Wriothesley spanked you as well, making you moan on Tartaglia’s cock that was ruthlessly thrusting into your mouth. Neuvillette held your body in place, his grip almost bruisingly tight, whilst he grinded his hips against your drenched cunt, earning more muffled moans from you. 

“Look at you being all blushed, love,” Neuvillette cooed in your ear, landing another hard smack on your reddened by now ass. 

“I bet you’re feeling lonely down here.” Wriothesley smirked at you, raising his head from your titties, his hand slipping down and rubbing your folds in-between your bare cunt and Neuvillette’s clothed crotch. 

“Oh fuck—” Tartaglia reached his limit, unleashing his hot seed in your mouth, as his head fell back. He kept your head in place, his cock still deeply buried in your throat, until you had swallowed everything. 

Pulling out, he left you gasping for air, your chest rising and falling rapidly in your attempt to regulate your stolen breath. Tartaglia caught your chin and pulled you to your feet, crushing his lips on yours. Wriothesley came behind you, biting your nape and smirking as you moaned. He grabbed your hands and handcuffed them behind your back. He smacked your ass once more, then undressed and assumed a seat next to Neuvillette who had also discarded his clothes. You felt Alhaitham’s arms wrapping around your body from behind, him leaving marks all over your shoulder and nape. 

Alhaitham caught your hair and pulled you away from Tartaglia, biting your earlobe as you whined. He turned you to face the Fontainian duo, bending you over. Neuvillette and Wrothesley slapped their hardened cocks on your cheeks, looking at you with the authority you’d expect stemming from their positions as Chief Justice and Lord of the Fortress of Meropide. You choked back a scream, feeling Alhaitham suddenly penetrating you from behind. You turned over your shoulder to look at him for just a moment, only for Wriothesley to grab your chin and avert your attention back to them. 

“Get to work, kitten,” he barked, his sharp canines visible through his smirk. 

“Or are you perchance planning on leaving us in this torturous state?” Neuvillette asked you, the straining of his hard cock evident on his face. 

And whilst the Scribe was obliterating your cunt, Tartaglia and Zhongli were stroking themselves, looking at you getting fucked before them like the little slut you were. They landed a few slaps on your ass and grabbed your titties harshly, while you started tending to Neuvillette, licking up a few strides on his shaft. Your tongue swirled around the tip of his thick cock, sucking it in your mouth. His eyes closed for a moment, revering in the sensation of you slowly taking all of him in your mouth. You gagged, trying to accommodate him in your tight throat. But Neuvillette was already long lost in pure ecstasy, head thrown back and breathy whimpers escaping his lips. 

You whined as you felt Alhaitham pull out of your cunt, your muffled sound sending vibrations on his cock. You were so close to feeling that euphoric rush course through your veins, only for him to deny it. You attempted to release Neuvillette and complain about Alhaitham’s unacceptable behaviour, only for Wriothesley to force your head down, tears falling from your eyes, as his action caused Neuvillette to sharply hit the back of your throat. 

“Don’t stop now, kitten. Don’t tease him like that, not when he’s so close to cumming.” Wriothesley gently rocked your head, helping you ease up and continue your work. “You never know. He might even accuse you of disrespecting him. And oh my, it’s a serious crime to disrespect the Chief Justice. Once sentenced, you’ll be sent to the Fortress of Meropide.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, kitten.” 

“Don’t— Don’t speak nonsense, Wriothesley,” Neuvillette breathed heavily. 

Alhaitham only smirked, seeing you at Wriothesley’s mercy. He slapped your dripping cunt once, licking your arousal off his fingertips, while his ears feasted on your muffled moans. Tartaglia leant over your bent form, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder, as his fingers rubbed your drenched folds, laughing devilishly at the slight trembling of your legs. He slipped his fingers inside your tight cunt, thrusting them roughly. He relished the image of your convulsing body, your cunt coating his fingers with your slick. And yet he sadistically stopped right before your impending release.  

Tartaglia removed his fingers momentarily, before burying his cock in your velvet walls. He held onto your waist, slamming your hips on him, moaning in pleasure as he ripped your body in half. Neuvillette tensed in your mouth, painting every inch of your throat with his sweet cum. He caressed your hair softly, smiling lovingly at you, his eyes glued to your tear-stained face with his cock still in your mouth. Wriothesley finally let go of your head, allowing you to pull back and catch your breath. 

“Are you having fun, kitten?” he asked, gently caressing your cheek. 

“Mmmm…” You nodded. “T-This is… So much better than I could… Ever imagine…” You smiled. “Ah, wait— No!” you whined. “Tartaglia, please—” you cried. 

So close, yet so far away. The Harbinger pulled out of your drenched folds, leaving you just as unsatisfied as Alhaitham had. Your body was burning with a carnal urge for release, yet they didn’t seem to be willing to give it to you. You watched Zhongli lean over you, massaging your breasts and kissing a tear away from your cheek. 

“Zhongli… Please…” you begged him. 

He refrained from replying to you. Zhongli rubbed the tip of his cock on your soaked folds, coating it in your slick, before thrusting into your cunt that immediately tightened around him, desperate to reach that sweet high. Contrary to the other two, the Geo Archon switched to a slower pace, even though his thrusts remained as rock solid hard as ever. The room was filled with your slutty moans, as well as the sounds of Zhongli forcefully smashing his hips on yours, abusing and stretching your cunt in a way that sent you over to cloud nine. 

Wriothesley grabbed your chin, turning you to face him. He slipped his thumb in your mouth, watching you suck on it ever so willingly. “Stick your tongue out,” he ordered and you obeyed without a second thought, feeling too fucked out to raise any objections. He slapped his hardened cock on your tongue a few times, before sliding it all in. He grabbed your hair and guided your movements, growling in utter bliss at the magic of your tongue. He was struggling not to thrust up. You knew, because his grip on your hair only tightened. Ultimately, though, Wriothesley grew too desperate for release, pounding up straight to your throat, feeling you gag around him, before he unleashed his seed in your mouth. 

You thought that this time, this time for sure, you were going to experience that blissful feeling that had your mind go blank. You had only yourself to blame for getting your hopes high, as you were disappointed by Zhongli pulling out of you when your orgasm was just around the corner. You were whining and complaining and they were all just watching you amused, barely able to keep themselves from destroying you. 

Zhongli lifted you in his arms, carrying you to the armchair you were previously sitting on. He sat down with you on his lap. He kissed your lips, holding your head in place, feeling you shift on his lap. Alhaitham had come, standing behind you, holding one of your legs open, Zhongli holding the other. The Scribe’s fingers thrusted into your drenched cunt, the squelching sounds filling the room. The other three watched you intently squirm and convulse over the Geo Archon’s body, as your much awaited orgasm was here at last. 

Alhaitham wrapped his hand on your neck, turning you to him, as he leant down to lazily kiss your lips. Zhongli aligned his cock with your cunt and thrusted in. You suddenly broke the kiss, whimpering, seeing Tartaglia penetrate your cunt as well, rubbing against Zhongli. You were struggling to accommodate them both in your tight cunt, whimpering and crying and writhing all over Zhongli’s body. Alhaitham kissed you again, running his fingers soothingly along your trembling body. Your mind was slowly fucked out, every single thought fading in the abyss, but from the single one focusing on the two of them pounding into you. 

“Mmmm… Yes! Yes!” you moaned. “Oh, fuck!” 

“What a naughty little girlie~” Tartaglia cooed, smirking. 

Neuvillette and Wriothesley were standing on either side of you, stroking their cocks, massaging or slapping your titties from time to time and rubbing your clit, earning some high pitched moans and screams from you. 

“Please, don’t stop!” you begged, once more on the edge of another release. “Oh Archons, please, don’t stop!” 

And you were so thankful that they didn’t. Your cunt tightened around them, convulsing around their throbbing cocks, your slick coating them. They soon followed after you, cumming into your velvet walls, your mixed arousals dripping down your thighs. Mere seconds later, your body was covered in the cum of the other three men, painting over the marks they had already left all over you. 

They all took a moment to just glance and be mesmerised and bewitched by your beauty. Your makeup was ruined, yet you looked just as breathtakingly pretty as ever. Your lipstick was smudged and there were lipstick stains in every part your lips had touched on their bodies. Your hair was dishevelled and drenched in sweat, just like your body. And oh fuck… The sight of your cunt clenching around Tartaglia’s and Zhongli’s cocks, stuffed to the brim with cum that slipped out and down your thighs was enough to get them all hard all over again. 

Tartaglia slowly pulled out, strings of cum glistening on his cock, whilst Zhongli remained deeply sheathed in your cunt. You were resting your head on his shoulder, watching them drunk-dazed change positions. Neuvillette positioned himself in-between your legs, which were held open by Wriothesley and Alhaitham. Tartaglia was standing behind you, choking your neck and sliding two of his fingers into your mouth, as he nibbled down your earlobe. Your head pressed hard against Zhongli’s shoulder, your back arching, as Neuvillette dived into your sensitive cunt as carefully as ever. 

Tartaglia was choking back your moans, your eyes glued to the man in front of you whose cock was drilling into you, ripping you in half. Neuvillette leant over you, kissing your lips, as both he and Zhongli continued fucking your slutty hole that creamed harder and harder all over them. There was not a single thought in your mind. You were a bubbling little mess, moaning and whimpering and begging “mmm, more, more!” and crying “oh fuck, it feels so good”. They were all looking at you, smirking at the little whore you were for them. And oh they adored it. 

Your moans and whimpers and pleads and cries stirred something within the two men who were quite literally fucking you dumb. You screamed in pure bliss, Zhongli and Neuvillette pounding now into you as if their lives depended on it; as if the harder they thrusted, the longer their satisfaction would be prolonged. If they were honest, you just drove them mad, sending them over the edge of insanity with those sounds you made, forcing them to make haste into chasing after the euphoric feeling of cumming into those perfect, pulsating walls of yours. Your lips parted to moan thank yous, as the two of them poured their seed deep in your cunt. 

This time, you were not allowed not even a second of respite. Neuvillette carefully picked you up from Zhongli’s lap. He was holding you tenderly in his arms, contrary to the desperate lust that gleamed in his eyes. Your body jolted, feeling Wriothesley’s soft lips kiss the nape of your neck. He took your handcuffs off, caressing your arms and peppering your shoulder with kisses. Neuvillette took your hands and wrapped them around his neck, his hands travelling down to your waist.

“Hold on tightly, love.” 

Before you could even understand what he meant, you yelped surprised, as Neuvillette and Wriothesley lifted you in their arms. Your grip around his neck tightened, making him chuckle. You felt them both slowly penetrating your cunt, a low whimper escaping your lips, as your walls engulfed them in a tight hug. 

“Even after being fucked all these times, your cunt is still greedy for more.” Wriothesley bit your neck. “What a little whore you are, my kitten.” 

“Mmmm~” you meowed, unable to form a single sentence. 

They ravaged your cunt, spilling out all the cum that had been stuffed in it. Their grips on your body were bruisingly tight, coming in complete contrast with the softness of their lips that burnt you fiercely wherever they touched. Wriothesley was biting all over your neck, sadistically wanting to draw out those gorgeous screams of yours that were music to his ears, making him harder and harder. 

“You’re doing so well, love,” Neuvillette praised with that moaning voice of his. “Taking us both so well… Such a good girl…”

“Mmmm, yeah…” Wriothesley agreed. “Such a good slut…”

You were lost between Neuvillette’s praises and Wriothesley’s degradation. You caught a glimpse of the other three men who were watching you with utmost concentration, the three of you having captured their full attention, them jerking themselves off at the show you provided. Wriothesley choked your neck, turning you to look at Neuvillette, who crushed his lips on yours. You were tightening and pulsing around them, urging them to obliterate your greedy little cunt like never before. And you had no objection to that. 

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S𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - Your best friend's twin brother wants you to go upstairs with him.

Includes: fwb! sukuna, college au, Yuuji and Sukuna are twins, drinking ( reader is not drunk ), protected sex, playful ass smacks, fingering, penetration, reader is written to have a vagina and wear a dress, no use of y/n, sukuna calls reader brat and princess. MDNI 18+

A/N: My first fic in years and the first NSFW fic i've ever written. Crossing my legs that it's good.

“Do you want to take this upstairs?” He’s so close. Closer than he needs to be. You can feel his warm breath fanning your face. The faint smell of liquor trailed after his words. If this was anyone else you would’ve laughed at them and found somewhere else at this party to watch your friends from. But this isn’t anyone else. It was Sukuna. And that alone has you considering. A trail of your tongue skims across your top lip as you think over the offer.  All that considering has you swaying slightly while holding your cup up to your chin, the music blaring helps it look more natural. To say you weren’t expecting this would be a lie.

You were aware of Sukuna’s reputation with girls and you often felt Sukuna’s eyes on you when you came to hang out with Yuuji after classes. Sometimes Sukuna would be the one to open the door. Not even polite enough to invite you in. Just wordlessly opening the door and heading to his room but somehow every time you dared to make a trip to the kitchen there he was, eyes never leaving you as you grabbed water bottles for you and Yuuji. You weren’t quite sure what to make of him.

 You still haven’t answered him. 

Not even slightly deterred he continues. “Or we could do it in my car. I don’t really give a shit”.This makes you laugh. Strange to think that probably works for him all the time. Girls fell all over themselves whenever they saw him. Why wouldn't he take advantage of it?

It's embarrassing to think that you’re actually considering it. 

 Turning your face you see an amused grin take over his face. “ I don’t know if I want people seeing me leaving with you. I have a reputation to maintain y’know?” you taunt but it’s partly true.

You don’t want the entire half of the student body that managed to cram themselves into this house to know you were Sukuna’s latest conquest. 

“Thats true. Wouldn’t want anyone seeing you leave with a skirt chaser like me , especially my brother. That would really piss him off” he laughs.

That is something else to consider and your eyes trail over to the other side of the room where Yuuji is animatedly playing beer pong trying- and failing to get Megumi as excited as he and Nobara are. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Yuuji mad let alone ‘pissed’ but this might throw him over the edge. He hates how his brother acts sometimes. You don’t know what Yuuji would say or do if he found Sukuna propositioning one of his best friends right now while he was only a few feet away.

 He’s still standing too close,  but now you can smell more of his real scent not masked by all the smells of a college party. He smells fresh like after it rains mixed with a cologne you’re sure he picked out with the intent of being this close to some girl tonight. You look at Sukuna’s profile trying to decipher what exactly it is that's drawing you in. You've seen him countless times before, you see his face every time you look at Yuuji. So why do you keep looking at him? Your mind is so far from the party right now it's hard to concentrate on anything except how Sukuna looks.

“Yeah well, I don’t think you should be worried about Yuuji, he doesn’t care about things like that. We’ve known each other since kindergarten remember” he chuckles a little bit. You can tell he thinks it's pretty funny. You don’t find it funny though.  You don’t want Yuuji to be upset with you or his brother. And you definitely don’t want Sukuna to hold this over his head to provoke him.

“Yeah but Yuuji’s always been protective of you, he likes to protect his friends" he says watching you slowly take another sip of your drink.“..and he wouldn’t stand for someone hitting on you.” You can tell he's giving you some serious 'warning' advice which gets a slow smile spreading across your face.

“ You're doing more than hit on me" you tease. 

“Thats true. So what do ya say, brat?”

“I think my back would appreciate a mattress rather than a hard car seat”  you finally reply. His laugh is loud this time, relishing in his victory. 

His back rolls up slowly standing up to his full height from his nearly bent-over position to reach your ear. And he turns away quickly leaving you standing in the kitchen watching him walk away from you and back into the crowd of dancing bodies.  He’s nothing if not consistent. If you hadn’t been a drink and a half in already you might’ve caught on quicker than he expected you to follow him this time but you down the rest of your drink before the realization hits and you see just the final shape of his body ascend up the staircase away from the party. 

You’re a lot smaller than him so it takes you longer to squeeze from in-between all of the bodies that were in-between the kitchen and staircase. When you reach the top you realize you should’ve left the kitchen sooner as you have no idea what room he decided to use. Some doors on the second floor are open but have some people coming in and out of them, some people are just chatting away from all the noise, and some are too busy touching each other-not caring that the door is still wide open. Yet some doors were kept closed tightly. You can think of nothing more embarrassing than having to call Sukuna’s name out to figure out where he went. 

“Lost already?” His voice comes louder this time, away from all the noise. You turn to right as he grabs your forearm to bring you into the room.You know there’s a chance you could regret this. 

Without warning he slams the door behind you and the two of you are suddenly engulfed in darkness. It's nearly pitch black inside. The only light comes from an open window letting the moonlight reach the corner of the room you find yourself in. The wind brushes at your legs that are left exposed from the short dress you decided to wear tonight. Whether you shiver from this or the expression you see on Sukuna’s face, you’re not sure.  This probably isn't a good sign. Your heart is pounding like never before. It feels like it's going to explode out of your chest. Even the ground seems unsteady.

"Whoa, easy Princess." He laughs from above you. "I didn't hurt you already now did I?"   You don't reply other than in a nervous laugh and a headshake. The reality of what you agreed to is now kicking in. You’re here alone with Sukuna.

 "Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet?" He says moving closer to you and placing his hand on your shoulder.  Just as quickly as his touch reaches you, it leaves. You shake your head at him.  He’s being ridiculous. You want to do this,  but you aren’t sure who should make the next move. 

Then his touch comes back. His fingers caress the side of your neck, pressing gently down on your skin until they meet the side of your neck. His fingertips brush against your bare skin, causing goosebumps to appear everywhere before turning your head up to face him.

“No?” He prompts.

“No.” You try to put some conviction in your response but it comes out small and flat in this dark room.

You go to repeat yourself. Aiming to have some semblance of self-respect. But the sudden feeling of his mouth on yours distracts you. It starts out light as if he's gauging how comfortable you are still. But he gets more rushed and rougher as soon as he feels you push yourself against him. He moves quickly to trail his lips down your neck, a breathy moan leaving your lips and he trails over a sensitive part right under your ear. He laughs at you again before he nips at it carefully with his teeth. Your surprised small moan is enough to make him bite the same spot over again before sucking and licking at it. Surely trying to leave a mark. You want to chastise him for it but you couldn’t come up with the words. 

It's weird how much this all turns you on. You've done stuff like this before with other guys but this time it's different. Its Sukuna. The power dynamic is skewed. Instead of being in control, you’re letting him do what he wants with you.  It’s both liberating and scary.  You think about what might happen if you let yourself get carried away. That thought alone has you squirming under him. Your head spinning faster and faster. 

He begins a tortuous trail back to your lips being sure not to break contact. When you part your lips, he slides his tongue between them. He teases you, moving in and out of your mouth, sliding the tip of his tongue against your teeth.

Suddenly he pulls away. "You know...you really are something else," he says. "You drive me crazy." You dont expect him to say that. The small shock allows you to take a deep breath and prepare yourself for his kiss. 

When he touches your lips this time your insides melt and you don’t want him to stop. So you open your mouth and allow him entrance. Moving against him slowly, sucking gently on his tongue. Taking the lead. Gently pushing his lips apart. You moan as he tastes every inch of your mouth. Sukuna tastes different from any other boy you've kissed. Something different in the way his tongue grazes against yours. Maybe it's because he's your best friend's brother. Maybe it's because he's so damn handsome. You always thought Yuuji & Sukuna were so identical but as his tongue slides against yours and his hands come up to cup either side of your face, you know that's far from the truth. You can't even imagine Yuuji doing something like this. Making you feel like this.

He pushes you impossibly closer to the wall and you become even more aware of the weight of his body pressed against yours.  Your breathing quickens as he rubs his hardness and brushes up lightly against you. He runs his hands down your arms that fell to your side. He intertwines your hands briefly before lifting both above your head. His fingers slip out from between yours and stop their descent at your wrists. He takes your wrists in his hands and holds them above your head. His hands are big. Both of your wrists fit in one of his hands and he uses to this advantage. 

With his free hand, he lifts your dress up, exposing your ass.  He slides his hands down and cups your cheeks firmly. With agonizing slowness, he brings his face down to kiss you, a small peck this time. “ You wanted a mattress didn’t you?” He says breath fluttering the side of your face again.

Your conversation from earlier seems like it was hours ago. If he wasn’t pressed against you so hard your legs might’ve already given out, so you nod. A bit too eagerly. Sukuna picks up on this and moves his face to be directly in front of you for the first time tonight. He looks into your eyes before down to your lips before mockingly asking  “Bet you want to ride me on it, right ?” Your breathing hitches as you think about what his hard cock inside of you would feel like. Of him laying underneath you, hands wrapped around your waist as he lifts you up and down on his lap. 

The taunt and the blatant arrogance don’t bother you. Not when he’s holding you like this. Hands holding you still. Body flush against yours. Biting your lip, you beg silently for him to fuck you. Hoping that he can read your mind. Instead, he pulls away a bit. Confused, you look up at him questioningly. But he only gives you a small grin and shakes his head. His face is so close to yours that you are breathing each other's air. "You want me to fuck you, baby?"  he murmurs. Desperately, Immediately, Quickly you think. 

But he wants a real response this time. With his hand still holding your wrists above your head, and your dress pulled up to your waist, you don’t feel like you’re in the position to make any witty demands so all that comes out is a whimpered “ Yes Please.” With that, he drops his hand that was holding onto your wrists and backs away from you. 

“Go on then. Lay down for me.” The harsh smack to your exposed cheek makes you let out a small squeak as you head for the stranger's mattress that’s against the other side of the room. 

You can feel his eyes on you as you walk over to the bed. You sit on the edge of the bed moving whoever’s room this is stuff to the far other end. With your dress hiked up around your waist and your hair disheveled from being pressed against the wall, you feel out of place with Sukuna. You find yourself not knowing what to do next and his face is as unreadable as always besides that stupid smirk he has not wiped off his face since you agreed to come up here with him. You decide to start pulling your dress up over your head. He catches your hands where they meet the fabric of your dress and helps you pull it over your head. This leaves you in your panties looking up at Sukuna who’s still fully dressed.  Stupid smirk still present. 

“Now…where were we?” He leans forward, almost as if he’s going to sit beside you on the bed. You can tell he’s trying to read your body language. If you're ready for him. Wanting to see if you're as into this as he is. You want him to kiss you again. You desperately want him to kiss you. You reach out to bring his face to yours, slipping your fingers into his hair but he stops you before you are able to bring his lips to yours.

“Lay down for me baby.” He commands calmly, still sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside, letting you see his chest and the dark tattoos covering the sides of it. He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down a bit. His semi-hard cock already pressing against his boxer briefs. He stares at you intently studying you from head to toe. Your heart skips a beat as you lay there naked and exposed to his gaze. As much as you try to deny it, you want him. Just the way he looks at you makes you wet. Seeing the desire and hunger in his eyes as he takes in every inch of your body.

He leans down arms coming up to form a caress on the outside of your spread thighs. As you feel him begin to press himself against you, any doubt you had from earlier melts away. You grab hold of his shoulders and wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you. You arch your back towards him and he groans softly, pressing his covered cock against your covered pussy. The slow friction feels amazing but it's not enough for either of you. His kisses deepen and his hands move from your thighs to your breasts. Tenderly caressing each breast and teasing the nipples with his warm mouth. Slowly he slides his hand down, gliding over your panties before he pulls back and brings his other hand between your legs.  You let out a soft moan as he brushes his thumb against your clit through the wet spot that formed in your panties, making your hips rock up to meet his touch. He sits back on his legs and reaches under you to pull your panties off completely. The cool air from outside runs over your clit, making you shiver. He uses his new position to pull your lower half onto his lap as the rest of your body lays on the mattress. 

“God just fuck me already” You don’t know how much more of his teasing you can take. You’re getting desperate you just want him inside you. 

His hands trail the underside of your thighs as he laughs “ Where’d all those sweet nice manners from before go, brat?” The smack he delivers to your ass is lighter this time due to the angle. “Got to stretch you out first.”

You let out a long hum in agreement as you grind your ass down onto his still-hardening cock under you. He lets out a small hiss and he moves too quickly still your movements. Now it's your turn to laugh at him, you know that he’s just as desperate as you are. 

You cant enjoy your victory for long as Sukuna abruptly slides his fingers into you. You moan loudly. They’re long and slim and he moves them slowly to stretch you open. Making sure you feel every inch of them as they explore every corner of your pussy. “Shit… you’re so wet baby” He’s right you can feel your wetness coating his fingers as they slowly pump in and out of you. The pleasure has you panting and begging for more. "Please," you whimper. "More."  Sukuna obliges.  Pushing another finger deep inside of you, stretching you wide.  

He moves both of his fingers at a quicker pace. You feel the pressure building in your stomach quickly.Moving faster and faster, his pace quickens as you grip the mattress below you. Panting wildly, you barely notice the second hand that’s been rubbing circles on your clit.

“Come for me, baby. Show me how much you want it. Come for me.” He moans softly in your ear and lowers his face again, repeating the motion, adding pressure and intensity to each thrust of his fingers. until you can’t hold it any longer and then suddenly you’re overcome by a wave of ecstasy. Your muscles clamp down on his fingers and you moan loudly into the quiet of the dark room. The throbbing in your pussy subsides and everything becomes quiet again except for your ragged breaths.  The room seems fuzzy and distant and when Sukuna moves away from you you blink a few times trying to clear your vision. Looking up you find Sukuna looking down at you. A satisfied smile spreads across his face.

You slowly lean up to slide your hand through his soft hair, pushing it aside and leaning forward to meet his lips. You’re reminded of his hardness pressing against you. Your whole body feels warm as he grinds his dick against you. The friction between your bodies causes goosebumps to cover your skin. Licking your lips, he lowers his face to your neck, nibbling softly. You trail your hand down his chest to his underwear-clad crotch and cup his cock. You gently squeeze it and he moans into your ear. The vibrations send chills throughout your body. Taking your lips in his, he slides his tongue into your mouth. His tongue dances with yours as his hips roll against yours. 

You want to feel him, make him feel the same way he just made you feel. You sit up fully onto your knees matching his position on the mattress. You trail your hands up and down his chest and down his stomach- past the lowest part of his tattoos covering his body until you reach the fabric of his boxer briefs. He keeps busy, still exploring the skin of your neck but you feel his breath shallowing. Pulling down on the waistband, you wrap your fingers around him, he feels heavy and hard in your hand. You realize why he wanted to prep you beforehand there was no way you could’ve taken him without a struggle. You begin to work your fist up and down slowly while making eye contact with him. His face grows more serious as he leans in and kisses you deeply through his ragged breaths. Pressing his groin deeper into your hand, his other hand moves to your breast and roughly kneads your nipple. 

“You ready, Princess?” he murmurs by your ear.

You’re confused “ Don’t you want me t-” 

“ Not tonight, baby. Lay back for me” You’re more than ready. Breaking apart allows the cool air to slip into the space between the two of you letting you have some relief. Sukuna shuffles off the bed to where his clothes lay in a pile on the floor.  Reaching down, he grabs a condom from his pocket and tears it open with his teeth. He rolls the condom on quickly as he pulls down on his boxer briefs, letting you see him completely. This is what must make the girls fall all over him. 

His hands gently grasp your thighs and you open your legs further, closing his eyes as he lightly traces the outline of your pussy with the head of cock collecting all your wetness. He opens his eyes quickly to spare a quick glance at your face, as he lowers the head of your cock towards your slit before going back up to clit. The anticipation is killing you. You try to wiggle your hips but he presses your hips down firmly. Leaning forward, his forehead resting on yours as he concentrates on his movements, rocking back and forth over your sensitive clit.

You’re about to complain, beg him to get it over with when he pushes his head in. His cock feels large and hot as it enters you.  You wince slightly but the stretch is amazing. Your head lulls to the side as your eyes closed. You want to savor it. Savor the feeling of him pushing himself inside you, filling you to the brim.

“Tight little thing aren’t you, baby?” he grits out. 

You whimper at the comment as he takes his time and increases the pace gradually, building the tension within you. Before long he's thrusting into you at a steady pace and your gasping for air. You don't think your legs could be spread any wider as he fucks into you, pushing you up further onto the bed with every thrust. Being fucked by Sukuna feels incredible and it makes you want him to go faster and harder.  He does neither. At least not yet. Instead, he keeps the pace, filling you deeper with each thrust.  You quickly feel the familiar tightening in your stomach begin to grip you and it only intensifies the pleasure coursing through you. His pace picks up even more and soon you feel yourself nearing climax. Sukuna slows down suddenly and you cry out in protest but it doesn't matter because his lips are clamped around yours.

You can’t think straight and it takes you a minute to realize Sukuna has stopped fucking you. He’s holding himself up above you, using your legs to support him.  For a second you wonder what he’s going to do, but it doesn’t take long for him to answer your question. 

“Climb on, baby,” Of course. Arrogant as ever.

You don’t waste any time swinging your legs over him. He steadies you on top of him, keeping you in place as he guides his cock inside of you. You prop yourself up on his chest for support as his shaft stretches you wide. It feels better than you had imagined. It feels amazing. His cock feels perfect inside of you. Slowly, carefully you begin to move, raising your hips up and down in small movements until you're seated on him completely. You grind down onto him experimentally, rocking back and forth. Your clit gliding over the base of his cock easily. The moan you let out is all the encouragement Sukuna needs to grip your ass cheeks forward with his hands encouraging you to take your pleasure.  With every movement of your hips his cock slides in and out of your wet walls. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper until you’re bucking uncontrollably against him. 

You try to keep the pace as long as you can but the pleasure is making you weak and you can’t support yourself anymore. You collapse onto his chest. You feel the small sound leave his chest at the loss of friction, but he quickly picks up where you left off. He tightens the grips on your hips and pushes his legs up a bit to get the right angle as he fucks up into you. You cry out at the new feeling. You feel him everywhere. Under you, his hands around hips, inside you. You can hear his grunts of pleasure in your ear, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh as he pounds you mercilessly. The smell of his sweat mixed with the musky scent of sex fills your nostrils and the waves of pleasure overwhelm you.  It's too much. You cry out his name, desperate for release.

You can feel your muscles clenching around his cock, signaling the beginning of your climax. You try to grind down onto him again to chase your orgasm but you don’t make it that far before you’re moaning loudly into his ear. You can feel your wetness coating him and pooling by the base of his cock. Sukuna grabs your hips tighter and looks you straight in the eyes as he cums filling the condom. A small whimper leaves your mouth at the feeling. When the wave of pleasure subsides you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his neck. His arms wrapped securely around you. Neither of you move for several minutes trying to regulate your breathing. Just enjoying the closeness. Knowing that it may never happen again. 

"How was that, Princess?" he asks, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You feel his erection pulsating against your lower back as slowly raise your body off of his chest. 

"Holy shit," you whisper.  There's something incredibly sexy about the way he looks after he's been fucking you. All flushed. 

He grins at you wickedly. "I can fuck you like that anytime you want." 

He catches you off guard for the third time tonight. Of all the things you knew about Sukuna, him inviting a girl back into his bed a second time was not to be expected. It was almost laughable. 

The look in his eyes is undeniable and you know right then that he wants you. It doesn't matter what he says or how he acts. At that moment, he's as attracted to you as you are to him. So instead of letting him see the lust in your eyes.

 "Oh yeah? I'm gonna remember that," you tease. "You better be able to handle it." You slowly move off him looking for something you could use to clean up your thighs. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes and sits up discarding the filled condom into a bin by the desk. Reaching for his clothes he grabs at some things on the floor you can't see from where you are. You stare at his bare back instead as he faces away from you, admiring the definition as you slip your dress back on.

"Anytime you want," he repeats. "Just give me a call." He stands and turns around to face you. "And by the way..." He takes a step toward you and tilts his head to the side. "You might want to hide the marks on your neck…people might get the wrong idea, don’t want anything  tainting that reputation of yours right?” 

If he wouldn’t have made you come as hard as you did you might’ve slapped him. But your mind is still hazy from your orgasm so all you do is smile as he comes back towards you. Cupping your chin in his hand and rubbing your swollen lips with his thumb and say “ Of course not.” His smirk is the last thing you see before he opens the door and heads back down to join the rest of the party again. 

You're tempted to follow him, but knowing his brother and not to mention the rest of your friends are downstairs prevents you from following him too soon. Instead, you take a deep breath and gather your thoughts while trying to find your panties. Maybe he wasn't being serious, maybe he was just playing around. But either way, you need to figure this thing out. And quick. Otherwise, things might get complicated. 

You give up trying to find your panties after a few minutes deciding it’ll be a surprise to whoever’s room this is. You try to salvage what is left of your appearance before heading back down to join your friends who are no doubt wondering where you went. 

You don’t see Sukuna anywhere downstairs but you try not to make it obvious you’re interested in his whereabouts to your friends, especially Yuuji. Instead, you ask if you can join in on the drinking game, hoping they’ve had enough to drink they won’t notice anything different about you, or the fact you were gone for so long. 

Later that night, after the party has ended and everyone is tucked in safely to their beds, you take a shower to properly clean yourself up and settle down in bed with your laptop. While you're browsing through streaming services trying to find something to watch, your phone vibrates. Glancing at the screen you see a text message from an unknown number.

“Do you think Yuuji saw the marks?”

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The Last Padisarah Pudding, Part 4

An Alhaitham x Reader one-shot series, this time featuring Kaveh...

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Summary: Alhaitham left you in tears, angry, both physically and emotionally hurt beyond words. While traveling to Port Ormos on a mission from the sages he has put you under the care of his roommate Kaveh, who ends up taking your consolation into his own hands...

Word Count: 9.4k

Part 1

Part 2 (smut)

Part 3 (big smut)

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Tags include: References to sexual violence, sex/oral sex

“Grrr, that BASTARD!” You exclaimed furiously as you slammed the door to Alhaitham’s room shut. You were covered in bruises, aching all over, and completely naked beneath the sheet you had just stripped from his bed.

The sheer audacity that man had to think he could contain you inside his own home. To rope his roommate into holding you here against your will. It made you so furious you were practically seeing red.

You glanced around Alhaitham’s spacious bedroom – the huge bed, towering bookshelves and the wardrobe cabinets that lined the walls, with stained glass windows on the other side. It was luxurious – everything in his damned house was luxurious, thanks to the hefty salary he earned from the simple work as a Scribe. You only seethed further as you thought about him.

You looked down at your dirty body, stained with the hickeys and bite marks he had left and covered in his cum, and you only grew more angry.

Unwrapping the sheet from your body, you discarded it in the corner of his room before walking to the bathroom. The extravagant tiled floors and high ceilings of the ensuite oozed opulence. It was also spacious – more spacious than any other bathroom in his house.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to the ornate bathtub at the far wall – it was beautiful, made of colorful stained glass that matched the decor of the house. 

A bath sounded simply wonderful after everything you had been through. You wasted no time at all as you beelined for the tub and began to run the water.

As the tub slowly filled up, you glanced around at the marble countertops that held various bottles of soaps, serums, and perfumes. You picked out the most expensive and rare-looking ones, deciding that you should make good use of his things while you were stuck inside his house.

You walked over and poured the entire contents of one bottle into the tub, watching the stream of water turn it into a thick layer of bubbles. Then, you opened a second bottle and began to pour it as well. As the tub filled up, you dipped your toes into the hot water before slowly slipping in and settling down with a loud sigh. The heat was soothing, a much needed therapy after such an intense day.

You didn’t realize how sore your body was until your muscles began to relax. Your limbs ached as you ran your hands over your skin, washing away the sweat and dirt. It felt amazing – opening yet another bottle, you poured its contents into the bath as well. The various soaps mixed together in the hot water and filled the room with a soothing smell.

You soaked in the bath until your fingers became wrinkled, rinsing your hair out one final time before stepping out of the now-lukewarm water.

You wrapped one of Alhaitham’s large fluffy towels around you, walking out to the bedroom only to realize you didn’t have any clothes.

Sighing, you began to look through Alhaitham’s wardrobe for something to wear. You pulled out one of his sleeveless shirts, lips curling downwards as you felt the sheer mesh material. You continued to rummage through his clothes until you found a soft-looking shirt.

You slipped into the oversized shirt, drying your hair off with the towel before dropping it onto the floor with the dirty sheet. Turning towards the bed, you realized you should probably make it since you had no intention of leaving the room and facing Kaveh in the living area outside. 

So, you rummaged through the cabinets once again for clean sheets, bringing them over to the bed only to see the completely ruined dancing outfit Nilou had lent you earlier that day.

Suddenly, you were fuming again.

How dare Alhaitham do that to such a beautiful outfit.

Throwing the bedding down on the mattress, you turned to face the wall covered in books.

You knew Alhaitham kept his books meticulously ordered. He followed the damn dewey decimal system, and it infuriated you. Everyone else simply arranged their personal collections alphabetically or by author, but this bastard just had to use the same system as the house of Daena.

‘Well, I can do something about that.’

You began to pull the books from the shelves, shuffling them around randomly. At the top, you took a couple books and spelled out ‘f u c k  y o u’ with the first letter of their titles.

Once you were certain there was no remnant of the horrendous ordering system Alhaitham used to use, you stepped back and nodded smugly to yourself. 

“Alright, back to making the bed.”

You began to pull the sheets over the mattress, making the bed so you could sleep comfortably. Before getting into bed, you pulled a random book from your shelf, knowing that some reading would certainly lull you to sleep.

As you slipped under the covers and opened the book, your eyelids quickly became heavy. You were exhausted – the lunch-date in the city, the dancing with Nilou, the… whatever it was that you had with Alhaitham. It had all drained your energy, and you quickly found yourself setting down the book to close your eyes, shutting off the lamp at your bedside.

However, sleep just didn’t seem to come.

You began to toss and turn in the bed, too much going through your mind. You were still angry – hurt, even – from what Alhaitham had done to you. After everything you had been through, after all these years of being hot-blooded rivals who fought tooth and nail just to 1-up the other, to end up humiliated and fucked-out by him was infuriating. And the fact that you loved it made you feel even worse. Were you truly mad that you allowed yourself to be ruined by Alhaitham, or were you only mad that he had the audacity to leave you and trap him here right after?

You couldn’t sleep.

Not with this much anger that simmered inside you.

As you laid there, the anger only seemed to build and build until it reached the breaking point.

“UGH!” You screamed, sitting up as you threw your pillow across the room. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck YOU!” 

You began to grab things blindly from the nightstand, hurling them madly across the room.

“I HATE YOU!” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you grabbed the lamp from the nightstand, throwing it against the wall with a crash.

You felt the sting of a cut on your palm, but ignored it – along with the deep ache in the rest of your body. You were just too angry.

With nothing left on the nightstand to throw, you merely curled up in a ball on the sheets, a sob wracking your body.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Kaveh’s voice came from outside the door. “I heard something shatter.”

“Go away.” You sobbed.

“You don’t sound alright…” You heard the door creak open as Kaveh walked in and turned the lights on, but you didn’t move from where you sat at the edge of the bed.

“Archons, what happened in here?” Kaveh stared at the random books and miscellaneous items strewn across the room, that you had thrown only moments ago.

You merely sniffled, trying to ignore Kaveh in hopes that he would simply give up and leave.

However, the Architect’s eyes were quickly drawn to the crimson splotches on the sheets below you. It was dripping from one of your hands.

“You’re hurt.” He hurried over to you, kneeling down in front of the bed and reaching for your bleeding hand.

You let out a ‘tch’ as Kaveh gently opened your hand, straining the cut on your palm and sending pain shooting through your nerves.

“Let me get a first aid kit.” Kaveh stood up, his shoes clacking against the polished wood as he ran out of the room to get his briefcase that he left in the living room.

Mere moments later, he was kneeling in front of you, pouring salve onto the open wound and carefully wrapping it up. He tried his best to ignore the tears that streamed freely down your face as he did this, reminding himself over and over that what had just happened between you and Alhaitham was strictly none of his business.

He finished wrapping the bandages around your hand, taping the end down gently to secure them.

“There.” He sat back on his heels. “All done.”

Kaveh placed the first aid items back into his briefcase, latching it shut. He glanced up at your face for a moment, noticing your unfocused stare at the far wall and the tears that continued to drip from your cheeks.

“I’ll uhm… Get going now.” Kaveh began to stand up, but was stopped by a hand that flew out to catch his wrist.

He paused, turning his attention back towards you.

“Why…” you murmured, “Why am I so angry?”

Kaveh paused.

“Alhaitham hurt you.”

Your eyes suddenly focused again, fixating on Kaveh’s face.

“I…” Your lip quivered as your words fell short.

“I’m sorry.” Kaveh spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

The blonde leaned over, pulling you into a tight hug. The action felt reflexive… almost instinctual. Kaveh just wanted to comfort you. He could see the fresh bruises forming on your neck, the bite-marks that peeked over the collar of your shirt, the cut on your lips that was beginning to scab. His eyes flitted downward for a second, catching a glimpse of the large bruises that covered your thighs.

He couldn’t believe Alhaitham treated you so poorly; the marks on your body looked painful. You were beautiful, intelligent, and deserved to be cherished – Kaveh wanted to scold Alhaitham as soon as he returned.

Since he had lived with the scribe for a couple of months now, he knew fully how horrible Alhaitham could be… Yet at the same time, his words echoed in Kaveh’s head.

‘I’m entrusting her to you.’

Kaveh wondered what Alhaitham’s true intentions were… But his attention was brought back to reality as you began to speak.

“Kaveh…” You murmured.

“Yes?” He asked, pulling away from the hug.

“Will you lay down to sleep with me?”

“It-” Kaveh paused as he looked into your teary eyes. He was about to tell you that it would be inappropriate for a man to sleep with a woman like this, especially one wearing what seemed to be only a shirt and nothing else, and covered in the marks and bruises left by another man.

However, in this moment, he realized you needed him. You needed someone to give you the kindness and love that Alhaitham didn’t give – that Alhaitham couldn’t give.

As Kaveh’s heart simmered with indignation at the Scribe’s unfair treatment of you, he finally finished his sentence.

“If it will help you sleep, then of course I will.”

The blonde moved slowly, slipping himself under the covers beside you. He tried his best not to feel awkward as you slid across the bed and closer to him, but he couldn’t suppress the shudder as you wrapped one arm around his torso and nestled your face into his chest.

Kaveh could swear his heart was trying to beat out of his chest as he felt you sigh against him; he hoped you couldn’t hear it as you rested your forehead against his chest. He took a deep breath, recognizing the scent of Alhaitham’s soap on your still-damp hair.

The architect finally began to relax as he pushed his work for the day out of his mind, resolving to get it done the next day. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the warmth and proximity to you.

He felt you shift in bed, but thought nothing of it… you were certainly sore so he assumed you were simply trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in.

That was, until he felt your lips press softly against his.

Kaveh’s eyes flew open as his breath fell still in his lungs – why were you kissing him?

As much as he wanted to hold still, to wind his fingers into your hair and pull you to deepen the kiss, he simply couldn’t. He felt too guilty – after what Alhaitham had done to you, while you were in a relationship with Nilou, he couldn’t bear to take advantage of you as well.

Kaveh pulled back, his eyes flitting across your face. It was dark in the bedroom so he could barely make out the outline of your expressions.

“What are you doing?”

“Please, Kaveh.” You murmured, your voice trembling. “I need you.”

“But- you’re in a relationship…” He trailed off, his eyes continuing to analyze what little he could see of your face in the darkness.

“I’m not.” You responded flatly. “Why do both you and that bastard think I am?”

“You’re… not?” Kaveh muttered. 

He suddenly felt ashamed – he was the one who saw you and Nilou at the Grand Bazaar, and assumed the worst. He was the one who told Alhaitham, and now Kaveh’s thoughts began to spiral as he wondered if he inadvertently caused the argument between the two of you.

“If you’re wondering about Nilou, she’s my best friend. I don’t know why anyone would assume we were in a relationship.” You sighed, thinking back on that outfit Alhaitham had destroyed, growing upset once again. “And I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking. I’m just desperate to feel loved… after everything that happened.”

“You deserve to feel loved.” Kaveh spoke softly, running one hand through your soft hair. “You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You’re kind. What isn’t there to love about you?”

“Then…” You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “Will you fuck me like you love me?”

Kaveh’s eyes widened in shock.

“Wait, are you sure-”

“You don’t have to actually love me. You can just pretend you do.” You murmured, sliding one hand along the curve of his waist.

“I…” Kaveh murmured, his heart continuing to race as he felt your hands on his body. “I’d like to take you on a date first. To learn more about you. To build that kind of trust between us… before doing anything intimate like this.”

“But… we’ve already been intimate, haven’t we?” You mused, trailing a finger up his shoulder.

“Well- we have, however that was under much different circumstances-”

“So, don’t you trust me?” You asked, bringing your face closer to his once again.

As Kaveh felt his lips brush against yours, he cursed the Archons for making him feel this way… It was like you were begging him to ravage you.

“I- I do trust you.” Kaveh murmured. “But are you sure you want to do this…?”

“I am.”

As the words left your lips, Kaveh pressed his against your own. Your hands gripped his waist tightly, pulling him closer to you as you deepened the kiss. You became hungry, desperate for the intimacy that Alhaitham had ruined for you.

Kaveh’s kiss was soft, tender, and passionate. It was nothing like the aggressive ones you had earlier that evening. The architect’s hands began to roam over your body, running through your hair, down your back, sliding across the curve of your waist.

His lips parted from yours to travel down, laying feather-light kisses along your neck and collarbone, over top the dark purplish marks that marred your skin. He then pulled back, staring at your flushed face.

“You’re beautiful.” Kaveh murmured, tracing his thumb over your cheek as he held your face gently.

Kaveh continued to pepper you with kisses, the tender gestures sending heat rushing into your abdomen; he treated you with such delicacy and care, it was as though he believed you were made of glass. He was so gentle as he kissed and nipped at your skin that it slowly began to frustrate you.

“Kaveh, please.” You spoke, your hands latching around the narrowest part of his waist as you shifted in bed. You pushed Kaveh onto his back, and you lifted one leg over so you were now straddling him on the bed.

Kaveh thought you looked angelic – your face flushed, the oversized t-shirt hanging off of one shoulder, the dreamy look in your eyes as you stared down at him.

“I want you.”

Your voice was something between a sigh and a purr as you rocked your hips ever-so-slightly. Kaveh faltered as he felt you press against his clothed member, embarrassed that he was already becoming hard. You could feel the shape of his erection against your crotch; you slid forward, unaware that you were leaving a smear of slick along the front of his pants.

“Ahn,” Kaveh groaned from the pleasurable friction, trying his best to restrain himself. “Are you sure you want to keep doing this? You’re hurt.”

“How many times do I have to ask you for it,” You whined, “I want to fuck you… No, I want to make love with you.”

“Hahh, Y/N…” Kaveh sighed. “I want that too.”

That was all the indication you needed – you shifted your hips off of his lap as your fingers worked deftly to unbuckle his pants and free his rapidly stiffening member. Kaveh let out a faint “tch” as you wrapped your hand around it, working far more deliberately and deftly than you had the last time you did this to him.

As your warm lips wrapped around the head of his dick, Kaveh quivered with pleasure; he was instantly hard. 

“Hnn, Y/N~” He sighed as you pushed more of him into your mouth. You began to bob your head, relishing the curves and edges of his cock. You relished the sounds he made as you pleasured him; the way he let out the slightest moan sent heat rushing into your core.

Kaveh was stunned at how eagerly you seemed to devour him. This didn’t seem like lovemaking at all; you seemed hungry, unsatiated, desperate for him. He sighed, realizing you likely never learnt what it truly meant to make love, after your first sexual experience being under the influence of an aphrodisiac and your second being the hellish hate-sex that Kaveh heard through the ceiling earlier.

The blonde reached his hands down to your head, tucking a piece of your hair back before running his fingers through it. He began to lift your head, urging you to stop your ministrations.

“Here.” He murmured, “Let me please you instead.”

“O-okay.” You nodded, unsure of what to do as you sat back on your heels. Kaveh guided you over, and you laid down on your back as his fingers hooked under the hem of your shirt to lift it over your hips.

His hands graced over your legs, guiding them open gently as he settled between them. His hand pressed a little harder against one spot and made you wince. Kaveh immediately withdrew his hand, glancing at where he had touched you, realizing just how hurt you were. He could see the painful-looking bruises that mottled your thighs, some of them in the shape of handprints. Kaveh seethed; how dare Alhaitham hurt you like this.

“I’d never treat a work of art so carelessly,” Kaveh murmured, dipping his head down. He left feather-light kisses along your legs, each one covering another bruise and bite-mark from Alhaitham. As Kaveh neared your core, he picked his head back up.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, even in the slightest.”

You nodded, and Kaveh took this as your acknowledgement. He dipped his head back down, his breath fanning over your exposed heat and making you hold your breath with anticipation.

The wet heat of Kaveh’s tongue covered your eager folds, his lips settling around your clit. Kaveh began to suck and lap at your sensitive bud, his movements slowly growing in intensity as you sighed with pleasure.

His hands ran over the dip of your hips, gently gracing over the bruised skin, sending shivers through your body. As his tongue swirled around your clit, his lips working in unison to send pleasure and heat like fire through your core, you moaned in delight.

“Ngh, Kaveh~”

His nipping and lapping grew more vigorous, slurping noises filling the room. His tongue dipped down momentarily, pushing into your leaking entrance, and Kaveh relished the taste of your slippery arousal on his tongue. You sighed as you constricted around his tongue and raised your legs up to wrap around his head.

The blonde brought a hand down, ever-so-gently pushing a finger into you. He was careful not to hurt you; he moved slowly, pushing it in all the way before beginning to steadily pump it in and out of you.

Your sighs turned into pants as you felt your orgasm begin to build; Kaveh’s movements were tender yet deliberate, as if he were soothing your body while stimulating it.

Kaveh began to nip more eagerly at your swelling clit. He added another finger slowly, pushing it in carefully so you wouldn’t feel any pain from the stretch.

All you could feel was pleasure as Kaveh pressed the pads of his fingertips into your gummy walls; the dual-motion on your clit and inside your pussy pushed you faster and faster to climax.

As he heard your moans grow in intensity, he picked up his pace, eager to draw your orgasm out of you. The lewd noises of his lips grew louder as his fingers pumped faster.

And finally, with a shaky sigh, you were finally pushed over the edge as you convulsed around Kaveh’s fingers. His movements slowed but didn’t stop, steadily prolonging your climax. Your legs relaxed, falling from where they were latched around his head.

As you came down from your high, Kaveh withdrew his fingers from you, dipping his tongue down to scoop up the slick that had pooled in your entrance. He lifted his head, putting both fingers into his mouth as well, licking your arousal off of them.

You stared up at Kaveh with a lust-filled gaze. You weren’t sated – at least, not yet.

As Kaveh sat back on his heels and pulled off his shirt, you stared at his dick; for such a lewd body part, it seemed beautiful. You loved how his pale shaft curved slightly, meeting the blushing tip that stood upright in the air. 

“Are you okay to continue?” Kaveh asked.

“Yes. Please.” You murmured, staring up into his amber-bronze eyes.

Kaveh reached over you and towards the nightstand, opening the drawer to rummage through it. He withdrew a small foil square, returning to his seat between your legs as he tore it open with his teeth.

“Wait.” You spoke, and Kaveh froze in place. His eyes flitted over you, searching for a reason why you’d want to stop. However, what came out of your mouth next made his eyes go wide.

“That asshole had condoms all along?!”

“He didn’t use one?!” Kaveh exclaimed in disbelief.

“No,” You shook your head.

“That bastard!” Kaveh groaned. “Does he have no sense of respect?!”

“I just want to forget about him.” You sighed, staring off to the side.

“Here.” Kaveh leaned over you, his lips hovering over yours. “Let me help.”

Capturing your lips with his, Kaveh rolled the condom over his shaft and lined himself up with your entrance.

You sighed into the kiss as you felt Kaveh’s tip press into you. He moved slowly, bringing a second hand up to stroke your hair and distract you from any discomfort. His lips worked down your jaw and neck, laying a delicate peck on each mark left by Alhaitham.

Kaveh began to move slowly, staring down intently at you for any indication of pain. His penetration did hurt – but you wanted it so badly, no soreness left behind by Alhaitham could deter you. Kaveh’s hips moved smoothly, slowly picking up his pace, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued.

“You’re so beautiful.” Kaveh murmured as he continued to rock into you. He relished the way you sighed from the pleasure. He held a steady pace, thrusting into you rhythmically, focusing more on your pleasure than his own.

“Faster.” You whispered, your breath tickling Kaveh’s ears.

“A-are you sure?” Kaveh asked, knowing that you were most certainly still hurt from what Alhaitham had done.

“Please, Kaveh.” Your voice came out more like a whine than a question, and the blonde immediately began to pick up his pace.

Kaveh was careful; he knew you were bruised, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you – he had no idea you actually enjoyed it. He began to thrust faster, refusing to fully bottom out, having seen the dark purple bruises that covered your inner thighs and ass.

“More, please,” You moaned, desperate to feel all of him.

Kaveh obliged; he began to push into you faster, his hips gently meeting your ass at the bottom of each thrust. You let out a breathy moan from the friction and pressure of his dick inside of you.

“Harder.” You murmured, and Kaveh began to grow worried about you.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Kaveh responded, his voice airy as he continued his movements.

“Hurt me, Kaveh.”

Kaveh’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly as he realized what you meant. He didn’t know how to feel about hurting a woman like this; but you wanted it. You asked him for it.

And so, Kaveh began to pound into you, his hips slapping against the plush of your ass as he filled you over and over with his cock. Pants began to fill the room from Kaveh’s exertion and the pleasure that began to fill your body.

Through the rapid and forceful thrusts, Kaveh could feel your walls tighten around him. He stared down at your face and realized it was contorted with pleasure. You loved this feeling, even though Kaveh knew you were in pain at the same time.

“Yes,” You panted, your eyes rolling back in your head.

Kaveh grunted as his hips snapped against yours, realizing that at this pace, he would cum too soon. The way you seemed to relish this feeling only turned him on even further.

“Archons, Y/N-” Kaveh murmured, squeezing his eyes shut as he continued to pound into you. His abs flexed with each thrust, his muscles quickly growing fatigued from the relentless pace you demanded of him.

The coil in your stomach began to tighten faster and faster, your legs instinctually moving up to wrap around his waist. This gave Kaveh greater access to your core, and allowed him to thrust even deeper into your desperate pussy.

“Kaveh, I’m- I’m gonna-” You whined, the coil building far too fast now, Kaveh’s thrusts pushing you over the edge.

You cried, convulsing around his cock, your legs shaking as Kaveh continued to pound into you. Kaveh’s pants began to turn into groans as he felt you constrict violently around him, as if you were trying to strangle his dick with your walls.

Now that you came, Kaveh couldn’t hold it back anymore. He quickly came after you, shooting his load into the condom as his thrusts finally stilled.

Now, the room was filled only with the steadily slowing pants of the both of you. Kaveh leaned down once more to lay a gentle kiss to your forehead, one hand stroking your cheek. You unwound your legs from where they were wrapped around his waist, allowing him to withdraw from him. Kaveh began to sit up, but your hands flew up to his shoulders to hold him still.

“Can we… keep going?”

“Huh?” Kaveh asked, surprised. He’d never come across a partner who wanted to keep going.

“Please.” You begged, suddenly shifting your weight to roll Kaveh over, landing the blonde on his back as you began to straddle him.

“Ngh, wait,” Kaveh blurted out, shocked.

You didn’t stop, however, as you lowered your swollen lips onto Kaveh’s half-hard cock, running it up and down his length as you rolled your hips.

Kaveh was far too hard far too soon after cumming. He stared up at your angelic body, relishing the gaze of lust you were giving him.

“Wait, first you have to change the co- Ngh!” 

Kaveh’s eyes rolled back as you quickly settled on top of his dick, sheathing it fully inside your soaked cavern. It sent so much pleasure shooting through his body that it bordered on pain, forcing the blonde to squeeze his eyes shut.

You quickly began to ride Kaveh, slamming yourself down on him over and over. Your arousal dripped from you freely, turning the slapping sounds louder and wetter than before as you began to coat the base of his shaft and his lower stomach with slick.

Kaveh’s hands flew up to your waist, not to control your movements, but because he simply needed something to hold onto as pleasure surged like fire through his body.

You chased the high faster and faster, ignoring the burn of fatigue in your legs and the painful soreness as you landed on your bruised ass over and over. You were desperate, filling yourself with Kaveh’s dick over and over, your breasts bouncing in the air as you moved over and over.

Kaveh opened his eyes to see how desperately you were ravishing him, staring at your body as you used him.

“Archons, Y/N, what are you doing to me?” Kaveh groaned.

You didn’t know.

You were just trying to cum.

But why… why were you doing this?

You’d never truly felt loved in this way before, resorting to the mindless chase of pleasure and forgetting that you were overstimulating the person trying to make love to you. Far too many emotions rushed forward at once, forcing tears to well up in your eyes.

Both you and Kaveh had feelings emerge that you’ve never had to deal with before. Kaveh merely wanted to love and care for you, and didn’t realize just how warped your sense of love and pleasure was. He realized this was most likely because of how Alhaitham treated you… not just today, but how he’d treated you since the two of you first met.

As Kaveh saw a droplet trail down your cheek while you continued to ride him, he couldn’t hold it in anymore either, and began to cry as well – from the overstimulation, the way you seemed so desperate, the feelings he felt that were far too intense…

Your bouncing became erratic as you pushed yourself closer and closer to your climax, the tension in your abdomen building and building until you came with a pathetic cry.

You finally fell still. Settling on top of Kaveh as your pussy convulsed around him, you threw your head back as you fell fully into your orgasm.

“Fu~ck…” Kaveh choked out, his chest shaking as he sobbed. The tears freely streamed down his face. He was overwhelmed by pleasure and his feelings at the same time; it was far too much for him to deal with.

You fell forward, coming to rest on top of Kaveh’s chest. A choked sob escaped your lips. The both of you were now crying, and Kaveh wrapped his arms around you as he cried. His hands moved from your back, to your hair, to your cheeks, to your waist, roaming around your body in search of comfort.

You didn’t understand.

You made love, you came, you enjoyed it. Yet why were you still so angry about Alhaitham?

The way he treated you earlier. No, the way he’d always treated you. Why did it upset you so much? You shouldn’t even care about him. At least, not with another man’s dick inside of you.

You were overwhelmed.

However, after everything that happened, you were far too exhausted. The heavy veil of sleep quickly settled over you as you relaxed into Kaveh’s warm embrace.

Kaveh noticed your sobs had turned into steady sighs, and craned his neck to look at your face. You seemed to be peacefully asleep – somehow passing out like a light.

He moved carefully, shifting himself off of you as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Even though he didn’t cum a second time, he was soft anyway – his emotions were just too overwhelming for him to continue to be turned on.

Kaveh slipped out of bed, tying off and discarding the condom before heading into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up.

He was a gentleman, after all, and would never skip the necessary aftercare.

~~~

You sighed, your body shifting under the covers, enjoying the relaxing warmth of your bed.

As you slowly emerged from unconsciousness, you had the stark realization that this wasn’t your small bed in your tiny Sumeru city apartment. You were inside Alhaitham’s spacious bedroom, surrounded by walls of books and beautiful stained glass windows.

There was a shifting behind you, a warm breath against your shoulder, and you realized someone was behind you. Thinking for a moment that it was Alhaitham, your heart stilled in your chest as you whipped your head around.

At the glimpse of messy blonde hair, you realized it was just Kaveh.

He had been holding onto you tightly, his arms wrapped around your waist and his face nuzzled into your neck. As you slowly withdrew from him, you realized how serene he was. It was tempting to settle back down, to enjoy his embrace, to fall back asleep in his arms.

However, the previous day’s events haunted you. Alhaitham had left for port Ormos without you on a mission that the sages gave him and not you.

The hot fury of indignation filled you, and now you were suddenly completely awake.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. You needed to go after him, to go to port Ormos, even though the mission strictly wasn’t yours.

You carefully slipped out of Kaveh’s embrace, watching silently as the blonde shifted in bed from your absence and then settled back into a deep sleep. You left the room, quietly shutting the door behind you, to grab your things and prepare to leave as soon as possible.

You rummaged through your suitcase, pulling on your clothes, throwing things into your bag. There was no time to waste – Alhaitham had a large head start.

As you tip-toed through the front foyer, you tried the front door, only to realize that it was locked from the inside as well as the outside.

“Dammit.” You muttered to yourself. “Of course they’d try to lock me in.”

You shook your head, stepping back and staring at the door, only to realize half of it was covered in stained glass. Very expensive, but very breakable stained glass.

With a jump and a kick, you had broken through the window and tumbled onto the front steps outside. The sound was loud and grated your ears, but you looked around at the streets outside and nobody seemed to be around to notice anything – it was still very early in the morning.

You stood up and dusted yourself off, then looked back at the front doors. It was a shame that you had ruined such beautiful stained glass, but Alhaitham had more than enough money to replace it.

You turned back around, beginning to jog down the stairs and the road at the bottom. The journey to port Ormos was long, and you needed to make it in good time.

~~~

As Kaveh heard the shattering of glass, he sat straight up in bed. He glanced around the room and quickly realized you were nowhere to be seen – save for the neatly penned note left on the pillow beside him.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he blinked as he read the note.

‘I’m sorry, I can’t stay here anymore. Enjoy the last padisarah pudding for me. I left it in the fridge.’

~~~

To be Continued...

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oblivious!fwb!bakugo x gn!reader

thinking of bakugo who can just be so oblivious sometimes, it's ridiculous.

you both have been friends with benefits for months now and it feels great, you feel great when you're with him. but that's just the issue...you feel too great when you're with him, too comfortable, too happy. and you know it'll only lead to you falling too hard for him.

so you bring it up to him, since obviously that would be an issue, given the title of your relationship, and the fact that you both explicitly stated in the beginning that you weren't letting feelings get in the way.

you tell him the morning after you stayed the night over, which really you shouldn't have done, but you allowed yourself to be selfish and enjoy sleeping in his bed one last time.

he's making breakfast, shirtless, as you walk into the kitchen. and though you briefly get distracted by...literally everything about that, you go on.

"i don't...i don't think we can keep doing this anymore."

you see him tense and pause his movements, and you watch, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other.

"what are you saying?" his voice is gruff, standoffish, but also a little confused.

you look down, "i can't do this anymore. i shouldn't."

you sense him turn around to look at you, feeling the heat of his gaze on your face, searching for answers.

"why not?"

"because i...i have feelings for you. and if we keep doing this, i'll only fall harder."

there's a beat of silence and you feel your stomach bunch up in knots of anxiety and embarrassment.

"okay? and?"

what?-

you finally look up, to stare at him incredulously. you didn't think he would be this indifferent about it. does he really just see you as a body?

you're speechless for a few seconds and he's just staring at you with full blown confusion.

he crosses his arms, brows furrowed, "why's that an issue?"

is he offended that you don't want to like him or something?

"look, it has nothing to do with you, i just–"

"uh yes it does? we're literally dating, how could it not?"

you take a long blink, tilting your head back as you look at him curiously, now confused as well. "i'm sorry, what?-"

now he's offended for sure. you can almost see the fire lit behind his eyes. "don't play dumb with me."

"katsuki what are you talking about?"

he comes closer to you and you feel your heart race with each step he takes. "what, you've been coming over here for months, sleeping in my bed, letting me cook you breakfast, and thought we were 'just friends'?"

you stare at him bewildered. in theory what he's saying makes sense, but still...

"well...you never asked me out."

he blinks and rears back slightly, in realization.

"and we said from the beginning this was simply sex. so yeah...i thought we were just friends?"

his mouth opens and closes a few times and he scratches the back of his head, looking down as he mentally berates himself.

he sighs and looks up at you, closing the distance. he locks eyes with you and stares at you earnestly, bringing his hands to your waist gently. "i thought you already were but...will you be mine?"

your lips turn up into a shy smile. "will you also be mine?"

he rolls his eyes playfully, "obviously, dumbass."

"then yes," you nod. "i'll be yours."

he smiles and tugs you closer, kissing your forehead as his thumbs trace mindless shapes on your waist. "now come on," he pulls back and tilts his head towards the kitchen island, a smirk slowly making it's way to his face. "sit your ass down and eat this food your man made you."

[ushiwakatrash]

♡Temptress♡

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➫CW! 《 Lucifer x fem!reader, nsfw, Lucifer and reader both drink but are mostly sober, tiny bit of Diavolo x reader, vaginal sex, reader is a teasing menace, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, etc! 》

➫SUMMARY! 《The 7 demon brothers and you were invited to Diavolo's birthday party at the castle. But during the party, you just couldn't keep your eyes off of the eldest. So your solution? Being a little tease. 》

MINORS DNI OR YOU WILL BE FED TO CERBERUS !

“How’re you enjoying this fine evening, MC?” Lord Diavolo asks you, holding his drink. You barely heard him as you were too busy staring at one specific demon that had caught your eye since you’ve arrived at the Devildom, Lucifer himself. You turned to Diavolo with a polite smile, “I am enjoying it very much, thank you. Happy birthday, Diavolo. Barbatos prepared well for this party.” Diavolo laughs, agreeing with you while praising Barbatos’s hard work.

After about 30-45 minutes of talking to Diavolo and your favourite brothers, you had one too many to drink. You strutted across the ballroom towards Lucifer, who tore his gaze from Diavolo to look at your figure approaching. “Ah, MC. You look absolutely stunning tonight,” Lucifer says, giving you a curt nod and smile. Your glossy lips curl up to a smirk, a mischievous glint in your eyes, “Why thank you, Lucifer dear. You look breathtaking as always.” He seems taken aback by your bold compliment before returning your smirk. Diavolo notices the tension between you both and chuckles to himself. You make eye contact with Diavolo and he gives you a knowing look before showing you his usual grin and a sly wink and walking away into a crowd. Lucifer glanced at Diavolos figure before glancing back at you. He offers you a hand before pecking yours gently with his soft lips, "May I have this dance, human?" You smile, accepting his offer.

You and the demon dance ever so gracefully in the ballroom, catching everyone's eye as you both sway in sync with the beautiful melody. Only if the others could hear what you were whispering to Lucifer every time he pulled you close. The dirty, filthy and teasing things you said you were going to do to him and spilling some of your fantasies you've had about him. You expected Lucifer to be shocked but to your own surprise, he flashed you a playful smile and leaned even closer, inhaling your sweet intoxicating scent. "I would love to know more, MC. But not right now. Let us enjoy this dance, yes?" He said, his red irises have a certain hunger in them. The hunger to devour the sweetest human he had met. The hunger to devour you. But he had to control himself. He couldn't bring himself to act like a rabid animal at Diavolo's birthday party--

He shuddered when you bit his earlobe playfully, smirking while doing so. "Oh Lucifer, won't you indulge in me tonight? I'll make you feel, dare I say, heavenly". Lucifer's gaze hardens at your comment. He sighs and pushes his hair back with his gloved fingers, narrowing his eyes down at you, "You're really testing my patience, MC. You don't want to see what happens if you push me further." You chuckle and bat your eyelashes at him teasingly, "Trust me, I'm dying to see what happens once I finally break your prideful resolve and make you go down your knees for me, a human." He scoffs, "Do you think you'd really make me go down on my knees for you? A human? MC, you're really something.." Lucifer growls lowly next to your ear making you shiver. You love this. You love testing his patience. He's resisting the urge to rip your clothing apart and take you right here and you know it. You can feel your panties dampen between your legs and you lick your lips. "So? Answer my question, human," Lucifer says, quirking an eyebrow at you. "Yes. I know you're so fucking turned on right now, Luci. You're so tempted by me and you can't deny it," you laugh, puffing your chest out in pride. His eyes flash a dangerous glint as he returns your triumphant smirk. "I don't think Diavolo would mind if we took a vacant room to ourselves for one night."

Skin slapping against skin sounds could be heard in the room which is starting to smell strongly of sweat and sex. You can't complain though. Not when your face is being pushed into the silk sheets below, your back curved in a perfect arch and most importantly, Lucifers hips slamming against your ass repeatedly. Lucifers grunts and your own moans of pleasure are echoing down the hall but neither of you seem to care. The demons wings sprouting out, and trapping you both inside, hidden from the world. His hand pushing your head impossibly further into the sheets while his other hand grips your hip so sinfully and tightly. You're sure there will be marks of his fingertips on your delicate and plush hips. With each ram of his hips against you, your body jolts up but he holds you in place firmly. "F-fuck! You're gripping me so fucking tightly..agh-" Lucifer gets cut off by his own growl. You whine and whimper against the sheets, meeting him halfway in his thrusts. "I-I'm close, Luci! Don't stop fuck!" You cry out, your knees finally giving out beneath you. But before you could tumble onto the sheets, Lucifer holds you up with his hand, letting out a breathy laugh then groaning deeply. He's so big. You could feel him in your stomach, pounding your pussy so hard it'll be sore later. Lucifers hand presses down on your stomach, where his cock would be reaching and you drool and thrash around in pleasure but no fret, he holds you still. Lucifer could feel a tiny bulge every time he thrusted into you and it made his head spin with pleasure. Your gooey cunt was sucking him in so greedily and he couldn't get enough. His cockhead kissing your cervix with his brutal thrust of his sculpted hips making you gargle out moans. Suddenly you tighten around him and his eyes roll back slightly. He can tell you're close. He reaches a hand down to flick at your clit. He rolls the delicate bud with his index finger and thumb. You jump at the pleasure, sobbing at how euphoric it feels. He loves to see you cry. If he could he would lick the tears off of your prettily flushed face. Lucifer wants to ravish you. Absolutely ruin you for anyone else. He will mold your pussy into the shape of his cock. The thought alone makes him grip onto you tightly even tighter and rub your clit faster. Your eyes roll back into your skull at the toe curling pleasure and you reach your peak. Lucifer finally pulls out and starts jerking his cock infront of your pussy and following soon after. His thick, glossy cum coating your beaten and battered cunt. Lucifer sighs, the sight almost enough to make him hard again. He gets up and reaches for something on the dresser. He hands you a glass of water after a few seconds and smiles at you softly, asking if you're alright. You return his smile and reply in the affirmative. He nods and starts putting his clothes back on. You're about to go wash off when--

"Keep it, MC. I want the others to smell me on you." He says in a strict voice and you shudder. You agree to his demand and put your panties back on, his cum sticking to your panties immediately and soiling them but you don't care. You both return to the ballroom and separate ways. You see Diavolo walking over to you with a smile, asking if you've enjoyed yourself. You're about to say yes, you indeed have but then, "I'm not asking about the party this time, MC." He gently grabs your chin, making your eyes widen.

Oh.

-END!

Tags! @luvyein , @callmesaya

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Yandere House of Lamentation, but MC Is Into It

Part Ⅰ: L U C I F E R

Themes + TW + CW: Poly MC, Gender Neutral MC (Except for the future NSFW parts where it'll be an AFAB MC), Yandere, Possessiveness.

“Lord Diavolo, I understand it is no secret I am fond of MC.”

Lucifer's voice was barely above a whisper, but you were still within earshot. You pretended you weren’t listening, eyes lowered, as your finger as it traced patterns in the desk. The other brothers could hear too. Some tried to be nonchalant like yourself, but certain ones couldn’t help but look, tentative.

Diavolo chuckled. 

“It really isn’t, I’m afraid. You and your brothers adore them very much!”

“Hm… Nothing ever seems to get past you. Therefore, allow me to be clear, MC has decided that they want to be with me. Officially, that-”

“Hey, you jerk! MC didn’t say that! They’re datin’ all of us and you know it!”

Even though Diavolo’s face betrayed wide-eyed shock (and sadness) that day, he gave his blessing to the relationship.

Not that his disapproval would’ve stopped the brothers . They had been “dating” you months before that announcement. Lucifer only told Diavolo when he was certain that the demon prince wouldn’t object.

It started when you came back to the House of Lamentation with Solomon one day. You had pecked the sorcerer on the cheek as a goodbye. You didn’t realize it was a mistake to do so in front of the brothers, hoping that they would be jealous. And let’s say you got more than you bargained for.

It was the last straw. They were tired of you “running around” with others for “way too long”. So they did what they needed to do and stepped up to claim what was theirs before any bothersome angels, demon prince, demon butler, demon noble, sorcerer or reaper could. You're their human. Their master. The rest were practically side characters!

So after a lot of fighting, the brothers came to an agreement. You were going to be official with them. All of them. Whether you liked it, or not.

But (much to their delight) you were kind of living for it. “It” being their darker and more possessive ideas of love.

❦Lucifer❦

♡Lucifer is aware that by human standards, forcing you into a relationship with him was completely demented. But he also knew that you didn’t care, so he really didn’t do anything wrong, did he? Sure, he questions your sanity as a human being, but it benefits him, so whatever.

♡What is that, you ask me? Don’t I mean “forcing you into a relationship with him and his brothers was completely demented?”  

♡Oh no, Lucifer is simply being graceful. Can’t you remember that you belong to him? When you made a pact with Lucifer, did you think he was being funny when he said that you were his?

♡In his eyes, you may be free to run around with his brothers, but in the end, he still owns you in every sense. If it were up to him, only he would have you.

♡But alas, his brothers are just as crazy about you as he is, and he will not deal with the headache that would come from their whining about him keeping you to himself.

♡And what if they all decide to turn against him? Not that he believes they hold a candle to his power, but he rather not tear apart the three worlds with a brother’s conflict. Diavolo would never approve of that. And knowing the future King, he might go as far as to have you for himself, and Lucifer is absolutely not a fan of that.  

♡Coming back to the fact that you belong to him, Lucifer is possessive.

♡If you had rejected the arrangement, Lucifer wouldn’t be above any act to make you his. Persuasion, lies, brainwashing, magic. Nothing was off the table. Good for you that you’re already willing to go through with it. For that reason, Lucifer would not keep you locked away in the House of Lamentation.

♡He wouldn't hesitate to remove bothersome pests that would push their luck with you, but they know better than to mess around with Lucifer’s possession partner. They’re all too scared to cross him and his brothers.

♡But if said pest is foolish enough to still pursue you, it’s going to be a horrible day for them. Lucifer doesn’t even have to torture or kill them himself. He just needs to give a hint about it within earshot of one of his more active brothers, sit back, and take pride in what he caused.

♡Lucifer isn't the type to stalk you, either. But he would like to know where you're going and what you're doing if you ever leave.

♡Where did you go with Simeon that time after class? “You know better than to be fooling around with him. You're mine, Mc.” What did Solomon call you for? When will you be back from the Demon Lord's Castle? He's almost like an overbearing parent and that can get on your nerves whenever he overdoes it.

♡But damn it, every time you laugh and tell him your plans anyway.

♡Would he try to make you more dependent on him? Not really? Technically, you’re already dependent on him and his brothers to keep you safe here in the Devildom, even if you're decent in magic.

♡Lucifer will let you have your freedom as long as you're faithful to him and his brothers. If you aren't though, be ready to part with it.

♡Despite Lucifer’s “you belong to me, not my brothers why would I be jealous?” schtick, he’s easily jealous and it’s never obvious. Whenever you deny him, you're slightly hesitant, because there's always a punishment in store for you later.

♡It’s nothing too sadistic, I promise. Lucifer loves and cherishes you, after all. Despite his ugly, possessive nature writhing underneath.

⛤NSFW Part to be posted later⛤ NSFW Part HERE. Minors DNI.

♡well, here's part 1 of this series! Mammon's Part is up next!♡

♡and sorry if this sucks. I haven't written in months... (ノへ￣、)♡

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How would they react when you moan in their ear? 

Obey me brothers x gender neutral reader

Story: You claim you have a 'secret' to tell the brothers. Little did they know, it will be a a sound that is less than holy.

Warning: Suggestive, minors don't interact

Started and finished on: 19th march 2023

Word count: 423

Lucifer

-It is going to be hard to convince him to let you whisper something in his ear. He seems like a 'Then just say it in private kinda guy'

-But when you finally convince him

-He will raise his eyebrows and face you

-"Don't be embarrassed, you could have just said that you wanted my attention."

-RIP your legs <3

Mammon

-Will immediately dip down 

-He is curious okay?

-He will quickly cover your mouth afterwards

-"SHHHH that is only for your first man to hear" ⋋_⋌

-Will shyly admit that he liked it. Only after saying "Stupid human"

Leviathan

-My boy has trust issues

-Probably due to Mammon screaming in his ear as a kid (poor boy)

-But if you have a good relationship with him and you are in private, he is more then willing to hear your 'secret'

-When you gently lean in and moan in his ear he freezes up.

-After a few seconds he'll scream, fall and pass out. (⊙ᴗ⊙)

-After he awakens and remembers what happened he will lock himself in his room for 'reasons'

Satan

-Will immediately put his book down for you

-You put your hands around his ears and moan

-He does not know how to react, just blushing

-When it settled in tough, he will ask if you did it as a joke or not

-If you said it as a joke, he will awkwardly laugh along

-If you did not do it as a joke he will remark that this is a weird way of confessing 

-But will ask you to do it again

Asmodeus

-This man loves talking shit

-He is more then willing to hear you out mouth to ear

-Would make you say it again and again claiming "He did not hear you"

-When he is finally satisfied: "Oh MC how saucy"

-"You should have told me earlier dear. I am free anytime" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

Beelzebub

-He would hear you out if he is actually willing to put his food down for a sec

-On the occasion that he is not eating, he will slightly bend his knees to reach you

-After your 'secret' He is kind of confused on what do do with this 'information'

-"Uhm do you want something from me?"

-You are going to have to tell him what you want him to do

Belphegor

-"Can't it wait? I was just getting comfortable"

-After an awkward turtle crawl to your mouth

-"Oh~"

-Will pin you down to make sure you won't get away

-"Do you want me to get it out of your system?"

Note: I remember when i wasn't a fanfic writer, that i constantly was looking for a fic like this! I guess that i am making my horny dream come true! This is the first time i made headcanons! Let me know if you want the dateables too! 

(I will not do Raphael, Thirteen or Mephistopheles. Since I am not at that point in the story yet and I don't want to write them inaccurately.

[ushiwakatrash]

Lucifer — Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I'm only looking at you

CW: uhm? fire? reader is in an arranged marriage

It has been more than a year now since you asked Lucifer out of curiosity and slight amusement:

"What happens when you enter a church?"

You look up from your D.D.D. to find that the demon you were speaking to didn't even look up from his paperwork, continuing to write.

"Do you catch on fire?" you jokingly ask,

"Yes." he responds, much to your surprise. with his eyes still glued to the paper on his desk, he continues on to explain, "But it's not like the flame hurts me. If anything, it's just inconvenient because I can barely see anything."

You didn't know whether to believe his words or not back then, but you certainly do now—a whole year after you returned to the human world, a whole year after he broke things off with you.

Gasps resounded in the building at the sound of someone kicking the church doors open, followed by ear-piercing screams from a few guests and others yelling about getting water as all the horrified eyes were focused on a single point; the flaming figure walking down the aisle.

"I said," the figure seemed unphased by the commotion he has caused and the roaring flames engulfing his being, "Stop the Wedding!"

You didn't know what to feel. At first, you felt horrified, anyone would be when they see this sight before them. But at the realization that it was your ex-boyfriend—whom you still love very much—you felt a mix of relief and annoyance.

Relief at the delay of your marriage with this man you barely even know, and annoyance because what in Diavolo's name is he doing here now?!

You didn't hesitate to walk back down the aisle, your soon-to-be husband and the priest too stunned to even try to stop you. The chaos inside the church suddenly became background noise as you met his crimson eyes—even if it was quite hard to see through the roaring flames.

"Lucifer," you hissed when you were only a few feet away from him, "What are you doing here?!"

"I'm here for you," He replies, he reaches his hands out in hopes of touching you which prompted you to flinch away from the flames—a gesture he misunderstood and mistook as rejection. His hands fell back to his sides and you can't even discern the look on his face with the fire blocking your view.

"How did you even know? I didn't.. I didn't tell anyone from the devildom."

"Ah.... Mammon punched me..." He informs you, his voice is low and quite embarrassed. For the second time that day, your eyes widen in surprise. Mammon? He did what? But before you could voice out your surprise, he continues.

"He said you were sobbing over the phone, and immediately assumed it was because of me. I was... worried. I asked Solomon to check on how you're doing here and-" He stops, and based on the movements of the flames, you assume he's looking around in search of the white-haired sorcerer. "He was the one who told me about this."

"And what do you hope to achieve?"

"To convince you to come with me."

"Weren't you the one who told me to find my happiness in someone else?"

"I did." He admits, "But you're not happy with him, are you?"

You turn your gaze down and away from his own, and your silence was enough of a response for him. As you continue to look down, his flaming hand came into your view, palms open and facing upward.

"Come with me." His deep voice was tempting you to take his hand, "Or not. It's your choice, darling."

You study his glove-clad hand, and as much as you want to take his hand, you were scared that it would just burn you and lead you to a world full of pain—literally.

You can turn back to safety and take your fiance's hand—the safer option wherein you're sure that you wouldn't get hurt, where you wouldn't have to turn your back on your family and not disappoint your parents.

Or you can take the risk and take Lucifer's hand—embrace the roaring flames and turn your back on everyone else, burning the bridge that once connected you to your family, to your parents, to the future they planned just for you.

You could've taken the roaring flames on Lucifer's hand as a bad omen, it was as if the universe was yelling at you to not hurt yourself by going back to him and you, yourself, already knew that. You should turn back. You should go back to the altar. You shouldn't come with him.

And with a deep breath, you finally made your decision.

....It doesn't hurt.

That was the first thought that popped into your mind when your bare skin met Lucifer's glove, and just as he said, the flames do not hurt. If anything, it was warm, a stark contrast to the coolness of his gloves as his fingers wrap around your hand once again.

You finally look up, a genuine, fond smile had made its way to his face now, before pulling on your hand.

"Let's run away,"

[ushiwakatrash]

So long/odd request but hear me out

Mc and Lucifer are in a sugar-rotting relationship and brothers and undatebles react

Lucifer spoils Mc so much like…mammon gets in trouble he gets hung from the ceiling Mc does the same thing they get away scot-free Satan has been begging for a cat for eons nope! but Mc wants one of course. He gets them tons of expensive gifts and if Mc ever wants something they only have to bat their eyes at him. It's not like Mc is using him though they dot on him a bunch too. And whenever they get in a fight loud moans are followed within a few minutes (if you know what I mean) but feel free to ignore 💙

I was in the middle of class when I read this and I was WHEEZING

I am a firm believer in Lucifer spoiling the MC rotten and leaving his brothers to fend for them damn selves but denying any sort of favoritism

I only did the brothers this time, I hope that's okay 😭😭😭

Sorry this took so fooking long to make 🥲

Click here to see my rules if you wanna request!

Warnings: Very suggestive, jealous bros lmao L

Enjoy.

You and Lucifer had been dating for a few months now. Though, one would think you'd just gotten together with the way the two of you treated eachother. Or maybe that you were newlyweds in your honeymoon phase.

Lucifer treated you like a goddess. There was constant praise and worship, he'd drop everything if you asked, and he'd spoil you rotten with his love. You would return the favor, of course. Every now and then you'd surprise him with a new cursed vinyl, which he'd listen to all night if not spending it with you.

However, the brothers believe that you're getting totally unfair treatment.

Mammon

Baby boy was spending a lot more money than usual

He was playing a new gambling game he'd downloaded on his D.D.D.

When Lucifer got home, he immediately scolded the second-born for a solid 45 minutes

He announced that Mammon was on "lock-down" and wasn't allowed to ask anything of anyone, nor was he allowed to spend money

He was hung from the ceiling

And Goldie was taken away, too

Mammon was pissed the fuck off

So, when he noticed you were spending a lot more money, he did tease you for being greedy

"Oi, human, ain't splurgin' on shopping supposed to be mine and Asmo's thing? Lucifer's gonna be on yer ass if ya spend too much. Just be careful."

He says this and is genuinely a little worried that he'd see you hung from the ceiling as well

Lucifer confronts you about it in front of Mammon

"My Love, may I know why you've been spending so much grimm recently?"

First off, Mammon didn't like how he started that

How come you got that sweet conversation starter?

What he got was, "Mammon, what have you been wasting your money on this time?!"

Though, he still suspected it'd go downhill, and that he'd need to jump in to protect you at some point

"Oh, just some things... I can't tell you what they are, but I promise this is a rare occasion, Luci." You said, gifting him a kiss on his cheek

Lucifer smiled at you. "Alright, as long as you're being responsible, I trust you."

...

WHAT?!

"WHAT?!" Mammon shouted, earning a slight jolt from you and a look of annoyance from Lucifer

"What, Mammon?"

The Avatar of Greed froze. "I-I-! Y-You—" He paused before letting out a small groan

"Nevermind. Forget about it, yeah?"

Leviathan

Snekboi missed roughly a week of school and wasn't attending his online classes

He was grinding this new game he got so he could keep his spot as one of the top players!

He just couldn't afford to take his attention off of his D.D.D. for a second, the price would be too high!

Of course, Levi ended up being scolded by Lucifer

"Your priority must be your studies, Levi, do you intend on dragging Diavolo's name through the mud?"

How Diavolo was relevant was beyond him

But, Levi still had to sit through a lecture

He also got his D.D.D. taken away from him for a week

Not only did he lose top-spot, but he lost a majority of his self-esteem as well

So, he was obviously worried when you started skipping as well

"Uhh, MC, I'm not sure you should stay home today. Lucifer's not too kind to those who slack off."

But, his warnings fell upon deaf ears

You decided to take a few days off, deciding that you just really didn't feel like going to RAD

You woke up with a migraine one day, couldn't get sufficient sleep the other, and you just took another day to catch up on sleep and what work you had

Leviathan actually tried to stop Lucifer when he saw him outside of your room

"Lucifer, maybe they were feeling really bad or something, I don't think punishing them is a good idea, please show mercy! They're just a human!"

"Quit your whining, Levi. Or do you want to be given the Mammon treatment?"

This made Levi yelp and cower behind him, watching as Lucifer knocked on your door

You answered it, and Leviathan bit his nails nervously

"Hey, Luci," You said, greeting him with a small kiss to the cheek

"My Love," He started softly. "Are you feeling alright? You haven't been attending your classes. Is something wrong?" He asked, a hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

Error 404 not found

Leviathan.exe has stopped working

You smile sweetly. "I'm okay, Lucifer, I just really wasn't feeling up for RAD these past couple of days. It's nothing to worry about, promise!" You say, quite enthusiastically.

...

NANI THE FUCK?!

Levi SWORE you were about to get bodied

But, no

Lucifer just smiled, chuckled softly, and left with an "Alright, take care of yourself, Love."

Bullshit

You're fucking hacking

Satan

Satan wanted to bring a cat into the HoL

Lucifer reminded him of how he brought more cats than were allowed and "turned the House of Lamentation into the House of Cats"

Very fucking salty about it, but ultimately got over it (for the most part)

He saw you bring a little feline home and immediately rushed to your side to help you take care of it

It was a stray with a few wounds from other cats

He helped you bandage it and feed it, all the goods

"MC, I must warn you that Lucifer isn't exactly fond of pets... Let alone cats," Satan said, stern gaze meeting yours

You tilted your head in confusion. "Why is that?"

Satan was a bit hesitant to tell you, so he gave you the shortened and sweet version

"We had a bit of a cat problem a while back, he just really doesn't like cats. Dog people, am I right?" He scoffed

"Satan, what did I say about bringing in cats?"

Satan lowkey jumped a bit and turned his head

The fuck did he come from, bro is teleporting or some shit

You immediately hold the kitty close to your arms, looking up at Lucifer with doe eyes

"Luci, I'm sorry! I was the one who took in the cat, but he was hurt! Please, can we just keep it for a little while, at the very least?" You begged, the black cat in your arms meowing at Lucifer

Satan sighed. He was about to tell you that it was no use, that Lucifer couldn't be bought or reasoned with on this topic. That may have been his fault and he was sorry, but there was absolutely no way Lucifer would budge on this-

"Fine."

...

...

Um

What

Satan sat there dumbfoundedly before the two of you as you continued to converse, trying to process the events that had just taken place

Lucifer said yes

To you

For a cat?

Huh...

He was upset for a mere moment, but then a light bulb went off in his mind

Perhaps he could use this to an advantage

Satan's definitely going to try and get you to be a wild card whenever him and Belphie are pulling pranks on Lucifer

Just so the eldest will be a little more lenient

Now he knew Lucifer's weakspot

He found himself laughing maniacally in his mind as he realized just how much him and Belphegor could do with you as a cushion whenever they'd get in trouble

Asmodeus

"But, Lucifer, all of products in my favorite cosmetic brand are going on sale today! I have to get every single one of them or else I'll be..." Asmodeus gasped

"Trashy!!" He cried out, practically leeching off of Lucifer's arm as he continued to beg

"Asmodeus, no! You and Mammon are both on lockdown for the rest of the month! Now, get off of me!"

Lucifer managed to pry his younger brother off of him and slammed ether door shut to his office, leaving a near-on sobbing Asmodeus in the library

That's when he heard you

"Lucifer, must you always be so rough on your siblings?" He heard you ask, making him gasp and sigh dreamily. "Oh, darling, you always come to my rescue when I need it!" He said, his voice not loud enough to penetrate the door

"MC, I suggest staying out of my family matters. They have nothing to do with you."

Asmodeus could tell from the other side of the door that an argument was likely about to ensue

However, when the two of you started raising your voices, he could also sense some... Arousal?

"Oh!"

"Oh."

It wasn't long before he could hear your moans and whimpers from the other side of the door, lewd slapping noises making him step back a bit

Asmodeus couldn't help but giggle a little

He honestly didn't mind this as much as his brothers did, he found it really entertaining that the two of you endulged in his sin after such a heated argument

Asmodeus approves 👍💖

Beelzebub

Poor baby gets scolded so often for raiding the fridge, especially late at night

He's usually told to go to bed, and that these late-night trips to the fridge aren't good for him, all that

He couldn't help it, it was his sin! That was no fair!

Lucifer ended up putting him on lockdown after 11pm, meaning no trips outside of his room whatsoever

Beelzebub would usually try to get some snacks into his room before that time, but he usually ran out rather quickly and was left with a rumbling stomach

That's when you came in, holding two arm-fulls of snacks

Quietly, you pushed the door closed with your foot

You knew Belphegor was a heavy sleeper, but you still wanted to be quiet anyway, so as not to wake the Avatar of Sloth

You saw the gluttonous ginger perk up when he saw you

"MC?"

You smiled, dropping down the snacks before him

"Lucifer didn't say I couldn't raid the kitchen. I figured you'd be hungry, so I got you some snacks."

Bro bear-hugs you

He lowkey almost breaks your spine with how tight he holds you

"Thank you, MC! Can I call you sister, please? Get married to him quick so I can call you sister!"

You blushed at this comment, chuckling softly

"I'm working on it, I guess," You choked playfully, patting his back

"Beel, I need to breathe."

Not really all too jealous

A bit sad, but he gets over it when you bring him food

Lucifer never says anything about it tho when he finds out you're the one who's causing such a snack shortage

Belphegor

He was constantly scolded for pulling all kinds of pranks on Lucifer

There was that time he threw his D.D.D. in the trash, lit his coat on fire

All harmless things

So, when he catches you attaching a can of whipped cream to... Something in the fridge, he immediately raises a brow at you

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Ahhh, just setting up a little surprise," You chuckled out

At first, he thinks it's for Beelzebub, but Asmodeus had taken him shopping with him earlier with the promise of free food afterward

"For..." Belphie trailed off, hearing footsteps nearing the kitchen

Immediately you close the fridge and take your seat in front of a plate of food you'd made yourself earlier. "Sit down," You whispered to the Avatar of Sloth

As he shuffled to a seat next to you, he realized what you were up to and put a hand over his mouth

Lucifer walked into the kitchen, greeting you and the youngest with a smile and a "Good morning."

You picked up a piece of the pancakes in front of you with a fork, putting it in your mouth and humming to yourself. "Luci? Could you pass me the butter?" You asked softly

Lucifer nodded, turning and opening the fridge

Immediately, whipped cream sprayed all over his face, some falling onto his chest

Belphegor bursted into a fit of laughter, immediately giving you a high-five and wiping a tear from his eye as he clutched his stomach

"Oh, that was good!" He choked out in between laughs

Lucifer turned to look at the youngest, wiping off a large portion of the whipped cream on his face

"Belphegor, did you do this?"

You snickered beside him, looking up at Lucifer

"I thought you'd like a snack, Luci~" You hummed out, giggling softly

Belphegor mentally prepared himself for a 45 minute lecture

There was a pause, making him shift a bit in his seat as his laughter died down

Suddenly, Lucifer began to laugh

It started out small

Then, his laughter boomed in the room, bouncing off of the walls

"Huh,"

This confused the fuck out of Belphie

Like, ummmm what

"You've gotten me, MC, well done. I needed that laugh." He said, walking over to you and wiping some whipped cream off of him, putting it on your nose

He dismissed himself, saying he was going to wash this off of him

Belphegor was silent for a moment

"Hm?"

"You get laughter and boops after pranks and I get lectures and scoldings... Favoritism at it's finest. The Anti-Lucifer League could make use of this."

He'd explain more, but he was getting too sleepy

Shit was fun asf to write, thanks for requesting

I hope you enjoyed this, anon!

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The Last Padisarah Pudding, Part 3

An Alhaitham Enemies to Lovers Smut Oneshot

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Summary: You never realized an innocent date with your best friend would set off your rival like this... He never seemed like the jealous type -- until he cornered you in the kitchen, demanding to know the nature of your friendship...

Word Count: 9.4k

Part 1

Part 2 (smut)

MINORS DNI!!! BIG SMUT BELOW THE CUT!!

Tags include: Hate sex, competitive sex, aggressive sex, hair pulling, choking, biting, orgasm denial, power dynamics, spanking, I'm so sorry I'm forgetting more but the list is just too long

You dipped your spoon into the bowl of unusually colored Padisarah Pudding in front of you, taking a bite of your favorite desert and smiling from the familiar flavors.

“Your cooking is delicious as always, Nilou!” You spoke to the redhead seated across the table. The two of you were sitting at one of the small wooden picnic tables inside the Grand Bazaar, not far from the Zubayr Theater where Nilou worked.

The dancer merely laughed, “I’m just glad we have time to enjoy it together. It’s been a while since we’ve last met.”

“That’s true, it really has been a while.” You nodded, realizing you had been incredibly busy since you graduated… At least, until the chemical “incident” that had led to your house being deemed temporarily uninhabitable by Amurta Scholars. Now that your schedule was relatively clear, you had time to hang out with your friend – your best friend, in fact. You and Nilou had known each other since you were little. Once upon a time, you wanted to be a dancer like her too… but your thirst for knowledge eventually outweighed your love for dance, and you ended up choosing the other side of Sumerian society – the one that sadly disapproved of your favorite hobby.

Despite the cultural rift that separated your young adult years from Nilou’s, you still made a consistent effort to spend time with her. During your years at the Akademiya, you enjoyed coming down to the Bazaar and dancing at the theater with your best friend. It was a wonderful way to de-stress.

“Hmm…” you trailed off as you reminisced.

“Are you lost in thought again, Y/N?” Nilou asked, resting her chin on both hands as she smiled at you.

“Ah, yeah, I was just thinking about the times we used to dance together.” You responded, your tone carrying a hint of nostalgia.

“Well, the stage is available for the next couple of hours, and I have a spare outfit you can use. Why not try a dance after we’re done with the pudding?”

“That actually sounds like a wonderful idea…” You grinned. “But speaking of pudding, do you have any extras I can take with me? After all, you invented the red Padisarah Pudding, and it doesn’t quite taste the same when I try to recreate it at home.”

“Of course! Whenever we meet, I always make sure to bring extras of your favorite dessert.” Nilou nodded.

When the two of you were finished with your desserts, you stood up from the table and dusted off your clothes.

“Actually, some dancing is exactly what I need. I should really make an effort to exercise if I keep eating so much pudding, otherwise it’ll just go to my waistline.” You joked, laughing.

“Oh, shut it! You’ve always had a beautiful figure. Don’t worry about things like that.” Nilou shook her head as she stood up with you, reaching out to give you a hug. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

You blushed at Nilou’s overt compliment. “You’re too sweet, Nilou.”

The redhead withdrew from the hug, reaching up one hand to caress your cheek.

“It’s only true.” She smiled, “Now, let’s get going.”

The redhead outstretched a hand to you, and you took it as a smile broke across your face. The two of you began to walk towards Zubayr Theater together.

Meanwhile, standing beside a vendor selling textiles, a blonde head of hair tracked the two of you as you walked away holding hands.

“Sir, did you still want the broadcloth?” The vendor asked, wondering why the blonde seemed so distracted.

“Uhm, yes.” Kaveh responded, shaking his head. “I’ll take swatches in all the colors you have.”

He was still very distracted, having been thoroughly confused by what he just witnessed. Nilou and you had just hugged, then she touched your face, then the two of you walked away holding hands… Kaveh’s eyes widened as he had a brutal realization.

‘Is she… in a relationship?’

~~~

Kaveh slammed the front door to Alhaitham’s house shut behind himself, kicking off his shoes in the entryway before stalking over to the living room table and tossing down the fabric swatches he had just bought. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing back his messy blonde bangs.

“Always making a grand entrance whenever you come home.” Alhaitham sighed, flipping to the next page of the book he was reading.

“Wh-” Kaveh spun around as he realized Alhaitham had been sitting on one of the couches this entire time, his nose buried in yet another book. “And you’re always secluding yourself away like a lone wolf, preferring to spend your time reading rather than talking to anyone.”

“Is there a problem with that?” Alhaitham responded, his eyes still locked onto the page as his gaze scanned across the lines of small letters.

“Maybe if you got up and talked to people for once, you’d find out more about Y/N too.” Kaveh sighed.

“What about her?” Alhaitham shrugged. “I spoke to her just this morning. Still stubborn and indignant, as she has been for the past week she has stayed here.”

“Did you ever stop to think it could be because we fucked her while she’s in a relationship?” Kaveh spat bluntly, his voice wavering from the intense anger and panic he felt about this situation.

Alhaitham looked up from his book. This surprised Kaveh – he had never seen Alhaitham so readily stop reading like that. The scribe gave him a perplexing look… confusion, mixed with… panic?

“What?” Alhaitham muttered.

“I saw her on a date. With that dancer at the Zubayr theater. On a date, Alhaitham!” Kaveh exclaimed.

“With who? Nilou?”

“The redhead who’s always famous for her dancing, Alhaitham.” Kaveh’s description confirmed Alhaitham’s suspicion.

“There’s no way. She never gave me any hint that she was-” Alhaitham cut himself off, his eyes moving from side to side as he thought. “Where did you see them?”

“The Grand Bazaar.” Kaveh responded flatly.

Alhaitham closed his book with one hand, the cover snapping shut with force. He abruptly stood up from the couch, tossing the book onto the living room table before walking directly towards the front door.

“Who’s being dramatic now?” Kaveh scoffed, but Alhaitham was too busy running through all of his memories looking for any hint of an answer to the question.

Were you already in a relationship?

~~~

“Wow, Nilou, this outfit is gorgeous! It looks just like yours, except the color is different.” You smiled, twirling in the mirror.

“I thought it’d suit you! That’s why I kept it around even though it doesn’t quite fit right anymore.” Nilou responded, fixing the headdress and her bangs in a vanity on the other side of the dressing room. She looked up for a second, only to see something peculiar on the back of your neck.

“Y/N, are you bruised?” Nilou questioned, getting up from her seat at the vanity and walking towards you.

“A-ah,” You blushed, your hand immediately going up to the dark purple mark that stood out now that your hair was out of the way. “Well, about that…”

Nilou let out a gasp.

“Did my dearest innocent Y/N finally get intimate with someone?”

“U-uhm, yeah…”

“And you didn’t tell me about it earlier?” Nilou questioned, far more excited than offended you had withheld this information from her. She hugged you from behind, snaking her arms around your waist. “Who was it with? Is it someone I know?”

You suddenly felt extremely shy.

“It was two people…” Your voice fell to a soft murmur.

Nilou let out another gasp, her eyes going wide.

“And one of them was Alhaitham.”

“The CLASSMATE YOU HATED?!” Nilou practically screamed. “I remember when all you would do when we hung out was rant about how much you hated him! Oh, to think how the tides have turned! I’m so happy for you!” Nilou swayed on her feet. 

“I still hate him.” You grumbled. “Smug bastard.”

“Huh? You still hate him, even though you…” Nilou trailed off, tilting her head to the side with confusion.

“Forget about it, let’s just dance!” You changed the subject, twirling on your feet and watching the fabric flare around your body.

“Alright, alright, let’s go!” Nilou nodded, understanding it was something you’d rather not talk about.

~~~

Alhaitham pushed his way through the crowds at the Grand Bazaar. He hated the busy underground market, and never came here unless he absolutely had to.

And after hearing what Kaveh had said, he really had to.

The crowd of people grew thicker and thicker as he made his way towards the center of the Bazaar, where Zubayr Theater stood. Alhaitham wondered why there would be so many people standing in place, but that was until he looked at the main stage and promptly froze in shock.

There you twirled elegantly, almost professionally, stepping in time alongside Nilou. Alhaitham couldn’t even get started on what you were wearing. He had never seen you in clothing like this, something that hugged your figure and suited you so perfectly. The fabric swayed with the tantalizing way you moved. 

Alhaitham found himself enthralled by your dance. He normally never enjoyed things like this, preferring something far more interesting like a new book. Perhaps it was because it was incredibly rare to see you so at peace, so truly happy out on the stage.

For a moment, Alhaitham doubted everything he had ever known about you. If he hadn’t spent six years at the Akademiya and his early professional career butting heads with you, he would have assumed you had only ever been a dancer.

And the way you moved in sync with Nilou…

A hand trailed over your bare stomach, Nilou’s arms moving gracefully and delicately over your body as the two of you danced. After another spin, you did the same to Nilou, and Alhaitham seethed inwardly as he saw a smile grow across the redhead’s face.

Alhaitham realized Kaveh was exactly right to say what he said. The way you moved in perfect sync with the Nilou, your bodies coming within inches of each other during certain moves, it made the dance seem almost intimate.

You and Nilou finished the dance with a twirl, coming to a rest side-by-side, one arm wrapped around each other’s waist while the other waved at the huge crowd that had gathered around the stage.

The sea of people roared, cheering and clapping for the two dancers. Alhaitham saw you let out a laugh that he couldn’t hear since the crowd was far too loud. You turned to Nilou with a flushed face and spoke something, and she nodded in response. The two of you began to walk to different parts of the stage; it seemed like you were beginning another dance.

Suddenly, Alhaitham couldn’t bear to watch anymore – he turned around and stormed away, his head now filled with far too many thoughts that he didn’t want to think.

~~~

You hummed to yourself as you walked into Alhaitham’s kitchen, carefully putting away the Padisarah Pudding that Nilou had sent home with you. It was hard not to eat it all immediately – Nilou’s specialty was your favorite food, and you truly believed you’d never get sick of eating it.

First, however, you really wanted a bath. It had been a long day for you, and you were looking forward to a luxurious soak in the guest bedroom’s ensuite bath. After all, you only had two days left before Amurta scholars would perform their inspection of your old apartment to deem it habitable once again, so you felt the need to make the most of Alhaitham’s luxurious house.

You turned around to leave the kitchen when a hand came out of nowhere, landing on the cabinet beside your head with a loud bang.

You nearly jumped at the noise – looking up, you realized it came from a glowering Alhaitham.

“What are you wearing?” Alhaitham stared down at you.

“It’s a dancing outfit, why are you even asking?” You grumbled. “Have you never seen one before?”

‘Not one on you.’

Alhaitham held back his words, despite wanting so badly to say that you shouldn’t be allowed to wear something so… provocative in public. So, instead, Alhaitham decided to cut to the chase.

“What are you and Nilou to each other?” Alhaitham questioned, narrowing his eyes.

You blinked.

Well, Alhaitham was certainly getting straight to the point.

“Excuse me…?” You muttered, baffled. What on earth was he talking about?

“It’s a simple question.” Alhaitham leaned closer to you, his eyes scrutinizing the look on your face. “I saw the two of you dancing at the Grand Bazaar. What is Nilou to you?”

You scoffed as you realized what he was concerned about.

“What are you, jealous?” You smirked. ”I thought you hated the Grand Bazaar. Why were you even there?”

“Just answer my question.” Alhaitham narrowed his eyes at you, his expression growing more and more frustrated.

“Hah.” Alhaitham’s insistence confirmed it. “I’m not surprised you’re jealous of Nilou, you’re just a feeble scholar after all.”

Alhaitham seethed inwardly as he leaned in closer to your face, his eyes narrowing.

“It’s a simple question.” He spoke. All he wanted was an answer from you, so he would have to ignore your childish teasing until he got one.

“She’s my best friend, you ASSHAT!” Your voice rose into a shout.

“Then why have I never seen you two together before?” Alhaitham questioned.

“You would have if you ever bothered to visit the Bazaar.” You scoffed. “But you’re too busy acting like Academics are superior to anything else in Sumeru, with your stupid superiority complex that makes you feel like you have to run laps around your own professors to have any sense of achievement.”

“As if you aren’t the same.”

“That’s because I’m NOT!” You spat, your lips forming a bitter frown. “I used to be a dancer before I joined the Akademiya… but you’d never understand that side of Sumerian Culture.”

“Dancing is a pointless waste of time. You were far better off in the Akademiya.” Alhaitham spoke sharply.

Your eyes went wide.

“Fuck you, Alhaitham.”

The scribe didn’t realize how hurtful his words truly were to you… he was simply glad you chose to become a scholar because otherwise, he would have never met you in the first place.

“So you and Nilou really are nothing more than friends?” Alhaitham pressed further, only deepening your wound.

“Is that all you fucking care about? Asshole.” You averted your gaze from the scribe that towered over you, slipping out from where he had nearly sandwiched you against the wall.

You were done with the conversation. You were going back to the guest bedroom to take a bath like you had been planning to do after a long day in the city. 

“Wait,” Alhaitham followed after you, completely disregarding the way you made it very obvious that you no longer wanted to speak to him.

“You really never know when to stop.” You scoffed, spinning around and stalking towards him until you were face-to-face again. “Why do you feel the need to hear that Nilou and I were only ever friends? Are you really that jealous?”

“I want to make sure I didn’t force you to cheat.” Alhaitham spoke flatly, his tone unusually bland as he was finally forced to voice the worry that had been plaguing him for the whole day.

“Oooooh you SELFISH BASTARD!” You roared. “Do you really think you made me do all of that with you and Kaveh? I can make choices too! I’m not some child or some idiot you can just manipulate to feed your selfish desires, no matter how much you wish that was the case!”

As you shouted, you placed a palm flat on Alhaitham’s chest, pushing him backwards until his back collided with the wall beside a doorway.

Alhaitham was speechless at your sudden shove, having never seen you act in such a way. This time, he had his back against the wall, and you were leaning far too close to him. He could see the rage in your eyes, the indignation his questioning had caused you…

Your hands suddenly reached up, raking through his hair before pulling his head down to crash your lips into his. Alhaitham’s arms moved on impulse, slipping around your waist and pulling your body closer to his.

The kiss was aggressive, hungry, your teeth tearing at his lips. Alhaitham’s hands began to travel down your waist, his hands roaming over your body and savoring its supple curves. 

Your hands dropped from his head and pushed against his shoulders as you broke from the kiss, leaning away from him. There was still a fire in your eyes despite your swollen cheeks and flushed face.

Alhaitham was stunned as one of your hands flew up to strike him across his face.

“Fuck you.” You spat, and despite the harsh hit he had just received, Alhaitham immediately began to smirk.

“Only if you insist.”

You let out a guttural moan that could be described as something close to a growl… Your hand reached up to grab the collar of Alhaitham’s shirt, pulling him forwards so your lips could collide again.

This time, your hand snaked down the front of his torso, going for the growing bulge in his pants. You smirked as you palmed it, eliciting a groan from the Scholar.

“Only a little kissing, and you’re already this hard?” You sneered.

With something halfway between a scoff and a laugh, Alhaitham’s hands slid under the curve of your ass to grip your upper thighs.

“Jump.” He ordered, his voice cold.

You were about to argue back at him, but Alhaitham didn’t seem to care whether you jumped or not – with strength alone he lifted you off your feet, bringing your legs up to hook around his torso and give himself better access to you.

The scribe spun around to put your back against the wall this time, rolling his hips and pressing his stiff length against the clothing that hid your drooling pussy. A breathy gasp escaped your lips, and Alhaitham broke the kiss to lean back and stare into your half-lidded eyes.

“Who’s the one getting turned on now?” He smirked.

“Bastard-” You grumbled, but Alhaitham quickly cut you off by smothering your mouth with his. It felt like you were fighting against his lips, the way they seemed to devour you. His hips continued to roll, spreading pleasure like a wildfire through your body as his erection pressed near-painfully into you. You wrapped your legs around his torso tighter, your thighs squeezing his waist as he held you against the wall.

“Mmmh!” You moaned into the kiss, your eyes squeezing shut as Alhaitham ground into you again. Alhaitham used your temporary weakness to rudely invade your mouth with his tongue.

You tried your best to withhold the moan that threatened to escape as Alhaitham’s tongue swirled around yours. It felt so good – but that fact alone made you angry.

You groaned, deciding to bite down on Alhaitham’s tongue. However, he seemed to sense this coming as he withdrew from the kiss, a string of saliva hanging between the two of you.

“Hah.” You scoffed. “Are you getting off to the fact that Kaveh is home and could walk in at any moment?”

“You’re assuming that I care.” Alhaitham responded with a smirk, dipping his head down to latch his lips onto the tender skin of your neck.

“Disgusting bas- haaah-” You groaned as he bit down and sucked at your sensitive skin, the pain only adding to the growing pool of wetness in your pants. Alhaitham moved to a different spot, continuing to litter your skin with marks. As he attacked your neck with his mouth, the pain became sharper and sharper. You realized he was breaking your skin with his teeth as you let out an airy moan.

Your hands went up to the back of his head, grabbing onto his hair in order to stop him from ruining your skin any more. It took a lot of strength, but you managed to pull him away from you. Alhaitham seemed to let out a low growl as you interrupted him. 

“Stop it! Do you even care that you’re gonna leave marks?” You shouted, pulling on his hair even harder – to the point where you were beginning to pull out his hair.

“Stop pulling on me.” Alhaitham grumbled.

“No, fuck you!” You squirmed, grinding your crotch down on Alhaitham, making him grunt from the sudden stimulation.

“Let go.” Alhaitham ordered, his eyes squinting from the pain you were causing him by pulling at his hair. One of his hands shifted from under your thighs to wrap around your neck, giving the slender column of your airway a warning squeeze as he rolled his hips into you again.

With a groan, you finally let go of Alhaitham’s hair… leaving strands of gray in your hands.

You didn’t care as you tipped your head forward to mash your lips into his. You grunted, turning your head to attack at a different angle. You bit at Alhaitham’s lips, growing more and more aggressive after everything Alhaitham had done to you.

The scribe stepped away from the wall, both hands planted firmly on your ass as he began to carry you. He walked through the doorway beside the two of you, neither of you breaking the passionate kiss as you moved. As Alhaitham walked into the room, he threw his cloak onto the floor – he wouldn’t be needing it, anyway.

Alhaitham came to a stop. He suddenly pulled his head back, throwing you down. You let out a yelp as you fell backward. For a split-second you truly believed you were being thrown onto the floor. However, as extremely soft blankets stopped your fall, you realized Alhaitham had thrown you down on a bed – his bed.

“Fuck you, Alhaitham!” You reached up to smooth your hair back. Only then did you realize your hands were covered with silver strands of Alhaitham’s hair, and the scribe stared at this with ire.

“Were you trying to make me go bald?” Alhaitham questioned angrily, reaching one hand up to feel the back of his head.

“Yeah, your hair is ugly.” You joked.

Alhaitham narrowed his eyes.

“Well, you’d look far better without those clothes.” Alhaitham immediately responded.

“Hah. Did you just compliment me?”

Alhaitham replied by hooking his slender fingers around the waistband of your skirt. He gave a harsh tug, reducing the beautiful fabric of Nilou’s skirt to shreds.

“HEY!” Your voice rose into a shout. “These clothes are borrowed!”

“You ripped out my hair, so it’s only fair that I get to return the favor.” Alhaitham sneered. He reached one hand down to your underwear, pausing as he felt your soaked underwear. Pressing two fingers into the wet fabric, he forced a moan from your lips.

“Ngh, asshole!”

“Hah.” Alhaitham smirked. “You’re so wet it’s almost pitiful. Do these kinds of discussions turn you on this much?”

“I wouldn’t call them discussions. And you’re one to talk when your dick is trying to escape your pants.”

You reached down and gripped Alhaitham’s shaft tightly, your fingers digging into the fabric of his pants.

“Hah.” Alhaitham grunted as he tried to ignore the pleasure shooting up his stomach. He hooked his fingers around the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head, discarding the piece of clothing on the floor behind him. He climbed onto the bed on top of you, planting his hands on the mattress beside both of your shoulders and caging you between his arms.

Alhaitham dipped his head down for a passionate and aggressive kiss. Your teeth knocked together, tearing at each others’ lips, vying for dominance. The scribe reached down and roughly grabbed the wrist of your hand that was on his crotch, bringing your arm up beside your head and pinning it in place. He ground into you again, this time with very little clothing between the two of you.

You moaned, but you weren’t going to break the kiss – and neither was he.

It was a competition now.

You squirmed in response, pushing your hips up to roughly counter his action. It elicited a grunt from him, but he still didn’t break the kiss. You bit down on his lips hard – hard enough to taste the metallic blood that you had drawn.

Alhaitham grunted at the pain, and you felt his dick twitch against your inner thigh. You smirked into the kiss as he silently cursed you. 

As retribution, Alhaitham’s free hand roamed down your torso. His fingers trailed over your bare stomach, hooking around the waistband of your panties, ripping them clean from your body with a single pull.

“Mmmh!” Your exclamation was muffled by Alhaitham’s lips. The sudden sensation of cool air directly on your wet heat made you press your thighs together, but they were stopped by Alhaitham’s hips which were still hovering right in front of your aching pussy. You wanted nothing more than to fall fully into this incredible sensation, 

The scribe quickly freed his aching cock without you noticing – at least, not until he pressed his leaking tip against your entrance.

You froze for a moment, the sudden friction of bare skin against bare skin sending pleasure shooting through your body.

“Hahh.” Alhaitham finally broke the kiss, but you were too turned on to feel any sense of victory.

The scribe looked down at you, reveling in your pleasure-ridden expression and the way you squirmed beneath him.

“I wish you could see yourself right now.” He smirked, making you seethe with anger.

“Why you- haah!” Your eyes rolled back in your head as Alhaitham pressed himself into you, stretching you with his ridiculous girth. “Stop it- Fuck!”

You tried to kick your legs out to push him away. Alhaitham pulled his hips back slightly, seeming like he was complying with you, but only pushed forwards again moments later. Your mouth fell open as you felt his tip rub against your sensitive walls, and Alhaitham reveled in the way you fell apart beneath him.

“Ahn- haaah~ Fuck yo-” You went completely silent as he bottomed out inside of you, your face contorting with pleasure.

“When will you learn,” Alhaitham spoke as he slowly withdrew from you, “That you can’t win,” Alhaitham thrust his hips forwards, “against me.” He came to a stop, fully sheathed inside of you again.

“Aahhhnn~” Your back arched as you felt him invade your painfully sensitive pussy once more. Your legs twitched, and for a moment you couldn’t control your body anymore.

The pleasure made you forget all the anger you had harbored towards him; it was pitiful how easily you came undone. Alhaitham began to roll his hips, the slow prodding against your tender walls making you lose your sense of self.

His movements grew faster and larger; a squelching noise began to fill the room as he pushed in and out of you.

“Aaah stop it you bas- nngh!” Your words quickly became garbled from the pleasure Alhaitham was giving you. He rolled his hips into you harder, pressing himself against the plush of your ass, the tip of his swollen cock reaching even further inside of you.

“Why couldn’t you have been this easy in the Akademiya?” Alhaitham’s condescending tone grated against your ears, making your eyes go wide with shock. You snapped out of your pleasure-filled haze, suddenly enraged once again.

“How DARE YOU!” Your hands shot up to his chest, pushing against the scribe. Your irascibility only made Alhaihtam more smug, and it infuriated you. Gritting your teeth, you tried your hardest to push Alhaitham off of you – he was just too heavy, and your legs were just too weak with him still fucking into you.

So, instead, you reached your hands down and pinched one nipple – hard.

“Haah- fuck!” Alhaitham groaned, his hips stuttering, overwhelmed by the sudden jolt of pleasure you gave him.

“Oh?” You murmured, pinching harder. A fierce blush grew across Alhaitham’s face.

“S-stop that.” He grunted, his movements coming to a standstill.

“Oh, so now we’re allowed to say stop?” You retorted.

Twisting your body, you used all of your core and leg strength to flip Alhaitham over. He groaned as you forced him to pull out of you, kicking his hips over and forcing him to roll onto his side on the mattress.

You practically pounced onto him, straddling his waist as you bent down and latched your lips around one of his nipples. You pinched the other with one hand, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger. Alhaitham squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, making you laugh while you swirled your tongue around one nipple.

“Look at you, power tripping over the smallest of advantages- haah!”

You bit down on his nipple, eliciting a pained gasp from the scribe. Alhaitham hated the fact that he enjoyed this – reaching up, he grabbed you by your hair and yanked your face away from his sensitive chest.

“Advantage?” You scoffed, your neck straining against Alhaitham’s grip. “I’m pretty sure you’re enjoying this.”

“I have to admit, after all our -hnng- years at the Akademiya, you’re just as -fuck!- insufferable as ever.” Alhaitham groaned, tilting his head back and letting go of your hair as you ground down on his painfully hard dick.

“You’re one to talk.” You spoke. “You were the worst classmate I’ve ever had.” Your voice dripped with spite as you rolled your hips again, drawing another groan from Alhaitham.

“How could I be the worst classmate when I was always the best in the class?” Alhaitham retorted, pushing his hips up into you, grinding his length against your swollen folds.

“I could give you a comprehensive list.” You quickly responded, twisting his nipple – hard. You leaned down, biting and sucking at the soft skin of his chest. You wanted to leave marks bad enough to be seen through his ridiculous sheer skin-tight shirt.

“H-gah-ahh-” Alhaitham’s movements stuttered, far too sensitive to be treated this way. “Fuck, Y/N, what are you -hah- doing to me…”

“Payback.” You lifted your head up from his chest to respond as you shifted your hips. Lining your entrance up with the head of his aching cock, you pushed yourself down and forced him inside you.

“Archons- oh fuck-” Alhaitham groaned as he felt himself penetrate you. You knew he was anything but a pious man, so to hear him call out to the Gods reassured you that you were doing something right. Alhaitham began to erratically move his hips as he tried to get any motion he could, only to cry out at a completely new sensation.

Your hand reached behind yourself to snake down between Alhaitham’s legs. Your slender fingers wrapped around his swollen balls, squeezing them hard enough to teeter on the boundary between pleasure and pain.

“Don’t even think about trying to take over.” You snapped, grinding your hips down as you dug your nails into his ever-so-sensitive skin.

“Fuck- Y/N, s-stop!” Alhaitham’s hands flew down to your hips. He held onto your plush skin with an iron grip, trying his best to hold you still, though you could feel his hands slightly trembling as he held you.

“Make me.” You sneered, squeezing his balls tighter.

With something halfway between a growl and a groan, Alhaitham bucked his hips hard. He threw you off of him and made you land on your back on the soft mattress. Before you had time to react he pinned you down, using one arm to hold both of your hands above your head and the other to hold one of your legs.

He pushed your knee against your chest as you squirmed, hating the way he so easily restrained you. However, you couldn’t help but feel turned on by the helpless feeling you had as he forced his cock into you once again.

You let out a pitiful moan as Alhaitham pounded into you, this time too angry, fed up, turned on to give you the mercy of holding back. The slapping sounds grew louder and louder as your aching pussy drooled from the penetration, sweat building on your skin from the vigorous sex.

“Why can’t you just shut that pretty mouth of yours,” Alhaitham grunted, thrusting into you, “and let me make you feel good?”

“Fucking bastard-” You groaned, his smug words infuriating you.

“Or is it that you prefer pain?” Alhaitham began to pick up his pace – his hips rammed into the plush of your ass harder and harder, until it became painful. Alhaitham’s abdomen strained as he forced himself into you over and over again, his cock splitting your walls apart as the thrusting of his hips made your entire body jolt in the bed.

“Ah! Ow- Fuck- fuck- it hurts, you asshole, it HURTS!” You cried, knowing your ass would certainly be bruised after this.

“I don’t think you deserve to complain after the stunt you just pulled.” Alhaitham spat, his breathing labored from how vigorously he was fucking you.

“F-Fuck you!” You screamed, winding your one free leg back and kicking him in the face with what little strength you had left.

Alhaitham recoiled, stunned by the blow to his face. The scribe let go of your body, withdrawing from your abused pussy. He looked down at you with an expression you had never seen before…

Was it… Anger?

“Remember that you fucking asked for this.”

Alhaitham moved fast, nearly pouncing on you as he pinned both your legs against your chest. He entered you again, this time with your body even more restricted, not allowing your legs any movement at all as he immediately began his previous pace.

At this angle, somehow, your pleasure felt even more amplified than before. Your eyes rolled back in your head as Alhaitham relentlessly pounded into you. The squelching sounds of his cock invading your drenched pussy, the way he stretched you so perfectly, the bullying of his tip deep within your walls drove you mad with pleasure.

“Nggh!- haah- oh fuck~” The snap of his hips against your already-bruising ass drove you mad with a disgusting mixture of pleasure and pain.

“It's so much better when you’re reduced to unintelligible noises.” Alhaitham grunted.

“Fucking… ass… Haah~”  You whined, but you weren’t able to do much more as your mouth hung open. Alhaitham savored the way your expression seemed vacuous, proof that he and he alone had successfully fucked you dumb.

Alhaitham slowed his thrusts almost completely, determined to torture and tease you until you were reduced to nothing. His length slid in and out of you slowly, and he could feel your swollen walls twitch and constrict from the sudden loss of friction.

However, Alhaitham wasn’t prepared for what you did next. He expected you to beg, to go insane, to promise to do anything just to come around his cock. The last thing he could ever foresee happening was for your face to return to normal, a devilish smirk growing across your lips.

“Fuck you.”

You spat out those words as you twisted your torso, one hand snaking around his back. Your legs shifted to wrap around Alhaitham’s torso as your fingers slipped into the cleft of his ass, making sure he was stuck there as you invaded his tight asshole.

“What are you- HEY!” Alhaitham exclaimed, prepared to force you away from him again, but completely caught off guard by the new sensation he felt.

“Wha- ngh! Ahn-” He groaned. You reveled in the way his face suddenly contorted with pleasure, making sure to ingrain this expression in your memory forever. Your smirk turned into a wicked grin as you pressed your forefinger further into his virgin ass.

The pleasure was foreign, but it was so intense that Alhaitham lost control of his limbs temporarily. He fell on top of you and you took this chance to wrap your legs around his torso, holding him in place as you began to pump the finger in and out of him.

“Haah- Y/N, wh-what is this-”

You cut Alhaitham off with another aggressive kiss, biting at his swollen and bloody lips as you drove him crazy with one single finger.

You could hear Alhaitham’s breathing become erratic as you continued, the scribe still unable to move due to the sheer volume of overstimulation. To make sure you truly drove him mad with pleasure, you added a second finger, probing further into his ass as you pumped in and out of him.

“Aahn~” Alhaitham broke from the kiss, his composure completely dissolving as he let out a whine. You’ve never seen him reduced to such a blubbering mess, and you made sure his whimpering and moaning would be etched into your memory permanently.

Alhaitham couldn’t hold up his head any longer – he rested his forehead in the crook of your neck, his shoulders shaking as he failed to prop himself up on his arms. You felt the full weight of Alhaitham’s body as he came undone from two fingers alone.

“No- fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!” You heard his voice crack while blubbering the mantra of curses as dick twitched and throbbed red-hot inside of you. You could feel his tight hole constrict around your fingers, making you pump into him harder as he whined. Your eyes went wide as you felt something warm spread across your walls. You withdrew both of your fingers from him, suddenly irate.

Alhaitham just came inside of you.

“Are you so incompetent that you just came inside of me?” You questioned, grabbing Alhaitham’s hair and pulling his head up so you could meet his eyes.

You stared for a moment at Alhaitham’s face – his eyes were unfocused, glazed over, a flush tinting his cheeks a deep red. There was a trail of saliva dripping from one corner of his mouth, his lips hanging open, along with smears of spit all over his chin as he tried his best to recover from what you had just done to him.

“Nghh…” Alhaitham groaned, his arms straining as he slowly picked himself off of you. “That’s what you get for invading my ass.”

“Hah!” You exclaimed, “I’m pretty sure you loved it.”

“Fuck you.” Alhaitham responded, his cognition reduced to vulgar insults after such intense stimulation.

“I’m pretty sure you just tried to do that.” You sneered. “You didn’t succeed, because the only person who came was you.”

Alhaitham merely growled, pushing himself off of you and withdrawing his half-hard dick from your pussy. It was coated in a sheen of white, a vulgar mixture of both your arousal and his cum. He grabbed your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your delicate skin as he pulled you towards the end of the bed and flipped you onto your stomach. He lifted your hips into the air, his biceps flexing as he supported your body weight.

Alhaitham used one thumb to pull apart your swollen lips, admiring the sheen of your arousal and the clumps of cum that dripped from your entrance. At the thought of brutalizing your pussy and unloading inside of it, his dick was already hard again.

“What are you doing- Ahhhnnn~” Your eyes went wide as Alhaitham thrusted into you, starting at an aggressive pace that had you digging your elbows into the mattress for support. You had no control since your legs were dangling in the air off the edge of the bed, the ridiculous position only made possible by Alhaitham’s strength.

“Do you really think you can win,” Alhaitham  spoke, his voice mixing with the lewd slapping and squelching as he fucked you brutally, “when I’m stronger, I’m smarter, I’m better than you?

“Haaah~ you’re wrong-“ you gasped out, your head buried in the mattress as Alhaitham’s thrusts shook your body violently. “Aah- bastard!”

Alhaitham showed no signs of relenting as he burned with indignation. He couldn’t believe you had made him cum the way you did – it drove him to fuck you deeper, harder, to drive you insane with his cock. He ignored your whimpering and moaning, determined to teach you a lesson.

As he pummeled into you over and over, you could feel your abdomen tightening with pleasure. From this angle, he felt bigger and longer than before, and it was beginning to drive you insane. Each snap of his hips against your ass pushed you closer and closer to your climax, and you began to lose control of what you were saying as you approached the precipice of orgasm.

“Hnnn ‘Haitham… ‘so good…” You mumbled, your voice muffled from the way your head was pressed into the mattress.

“Hmm, what was that?” You heard Alhaitham speak smugly between the loud slapping of his thrusts.

“Screw you” You gave a breathless groan in response as you tried your best to hang onto reality despite being so close to orgasm. You were infuriated by how smug he was becoming even if not five minutes before he was in the exact same position. You were determined to not let him win in this competition.

However, a loud smack resounded through the room, followed by a whimper. Alhaitham had used one hand to land a harsh blow on your ass. He left behind a red handprint on your soft skin.

Alhaitham only smirked as he continued to fuck you; seeing the way your ass was in the air and your face was buried in the sheets seemed so perfect to him. He wanted to see you at his mercy, begging for his cock, calling his name over and over.

Thus, he pulled out of you suddenly, throwing your body back down onto the mattress. You rolled onto your back as you let out a whine from the sudden lack of stimulation and the harrowing sensation of emptiness within you.

“What? Wh-Why’d you stop, you asshole!” You shouted, glaring up at the narcissistic scholar.

“If you want to cum, you have to beg.” Alhaitham sneered. He got onto all fours above you, hands planted on either side of your head as he hooked your legs over his shoulders. You stared at him, half-expecting him to continue his brutal fucking despite what he had just said.

Instead, Alhaitham began to grind against your aching pussy. His thick length ran up and down your soaked slit, teasing your overly-sensitive clit.

“Hahhh… stop that!” You squirmed, but Alhaitham only ground against you harder. He dipped his head down, biting into the soft tissue of one breast, leaving a dark purple hickey as he withdrew.

“Beg.”

“Like hell I will!” You responded, trying to kick your legs only to realize Alhaihtam was hovering so low above you that you had no leverage when they were hooked over his shoulders like this. Alhaitham moved to another location, leaving a painfully dark hickey again.

“Ugh, stop it!” You reached your hands up, pulling at Alhaihtam’s hair to try to make him stop leaving hickeys.

Alhaitham’s lips parted from your chest with a popping sound, a string of saliva hanging from his lips as he reached one arm up and grabbed both of your hands. Pinning them above your head, he rocked his hips against you harder, making your back arch as you ached for him to fill you.

“Aagh!” You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “Stop teasing me and just fuck me already!” 

“Hmm? What was that?” Alhaitham taunted, rolling his hips again, sending small jolts of pleasure shooting up your abdomen – but it wasn’t anywhere near enough to make you orgasm.

“I said, just fuck me already!” You groaned, your pussy clenching around nothing as you grew more and more desperate to be filled.

“Hmmm… I don’t like your tone.” Alhaihtam responded coolly, “I want you to beg.”

Another slow grind against your swollen lips left you panting.

“Haahh,” You blinked, trying your best to maintain composure, “fuck me… please.”

“Begging is really not a hard thing to do.” Alhaitham teased, “Are you really that bad at understanding such a simple direction?”

“Please fuck me.” You whimpered, your voice suddenly small.

“What exactly do you want me to do?” Alhaitham pushed you further as he ground against you again. The motion drew a small whimper from your lips.

“P-please, I need your cock…” You whined as Alhaitham rolled his hips into you once more, “I need your cock inside of me…”

“Very well.” Alhaitham spoke bluntly, drawing his hips back and thrusting into you with force.

You let out a shrill scream as Alhaitham’s hips came to land against the plush of your ass. The stretch felt so good, the way he filled you so perfectly made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

However, Alhaitham came to a stop like that. He didn’t move any more, keeping his hips settled against your ass. Your eyes blinked open as you came back to your senses, and you realized Alhaitham was staring down at you with an infuriatingly smug expression on his face.

“If you want me to do anything more than this, you’ll have to be better at begging.”

“Ngh… No… Please, just fuck me already…” You whimpered, trying to move your hips to gain any sort of friction between his cock and your aching walls.

“I said beg.”

“Please, please I’ll do anything, just fuck me!” You exclaimed, tears welling up in your eyes as you grew more and more desperate.

“If you really mean you’ll do anything,” Alhaitham’s voice dripped with gratification, “Then who’s cock do you want to fuck you?”

“Alhaitham’s cock, please, Alhaitham please fuck me! Please make me cum pleasepleaseplease-”

Alhaitham drew his hips back before sharply thrusting into you a single time, his hips colliding with your ass as a loud slap echoed through his bedroom. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you let out the most lewd and pitiful whine, your body shaking from how desperately you craved stimulation.

“Look at you, so desperate for the cock of a feeble scholar.” Alhaitham sneered, “If you want it so badly, you have to finally admit that I’m better than you.”

“Ngh, no-” You were cut off by another singular thrust, “haah- ngh…”

Alhaitham grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head back and exposing your throat. You moaned, somehow turned on by his painful grip on your hair.

“You’ll have to admit it if you want to cum. Trust me, I can wait all day... But I’m sure you wouldn’t like that.”

As Alhaitham spoke, he rolled his hips slightly, the tip of his dick pressing harder into your sensitive walls.

“Hahhh…” You sighed, your resolve finally breaking down. “You’re better, Alhaitham, you’re smarter and stronger and the only one who can make me-”

Alhaitham had finally heard what he was so eager to hear after all of these years. He finally let loose, allowing his desires to take over now that he won. He thrusted into you wildly, leaving all restraint in the back of his mind as he pummel into your sweet, submissive pussy.

You screamed as you finally received the stimulation you craved. Alhaitham went wild as he pounded into you, talking down to you now that your responses had devolved into lewd whimpers and screams.

“This is why the Sages chose me to retrieve the divine knowledge capsule and not you. Hahh, I’m surprised they even let you compete with me for the Auspicious knowledge capsule. You would have died at the hands of a Fatui Harbinger if it weren’t for my quick thinking… ngh…”

Alhaitham was getting far too turned on by talking down to you and hearing only garbled moans in response.

“Haaah, ‘Haitham!” You exclaimed, your eyes rolling back in your head as you grew closer and closer to orgasm. Your shouts rose into screams as Alhaitham continued to bully his quickly swelling cock into your aching and abused walls. “So good, so good, s’goo…” Your mind went blank from the pleasure as your mouth hung open, the sounds you made growing louder and louder.

“Ngh, shut up.” Alhaitham reached his free hand up to your neck, supporting his body weight on his elbows instead. He pulled harder on your hair as he squeezed your neck. He cut off your screams but at the same time stopped any access to air. Your mouth hung open silently, drool trailing from your swollen and bloody lips, your eyes going wide.

You finally, after hours of violently hateful sex, came at the mercy of your most hated rival.

And at that moment, you passed out.

Alhaitham could feel your walls convulse around his cock so tightly that his movements had to slow down – you were squeezing him so hard that it almost hurt. After a couple of seconds you suddenly went limp around him, your walls still twitching sporadically, and Alhaitham gave a few more sharp thrusts before pulling out of you and spraying his load over your chest and face.

The silver-haired scribe was panting hard as he slowly came down from his high. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling it slick with sweat from so much physical exertion. He’d never had such intense sex in his life – even though his sex life was anything but bland.

He glanced down at your unconscious form sprawled out on the bed before him, your head twisted at an awkward angle and your legs splayed on either side of you as if they were putting your leaking pussy on display. He watched as a thick stream of cum slowly trailed out of your entrance, his gaze moving up to see the mottled red and purple marks he had made all over your skin.

After a couple of moments, Alhaitham snapped out of his daze as he was suddenly wracked with guilt. He leaned over you, reaching two fingers up to your neck, waiting breathlessly as he tried to find a heartbeat.

He shook his head as he finally found one, sighing to himself.

“I’m just being irrational. Of course I didn’t kill her.” He sighed, looking back and staring at your unconscious body. He drank in the marks on your skin, the slick that spilled out of you, proud that he was the only one to ever do this to you – who ever could do this to you.

For a moment, Alhaitham wanted to stay. He wanted to take care of you, to clean you up and hold you until he fell asleep. However, he quickly rid those thoughts from his head – he had a mission to complete.

Alhaitham slipped his pants and shirt back on, ignoring his disgustingly messy body as he began to walk out of the room. On the way out he picked up his cape, slinging it over his shoulder as he shut his bedroom door behind himself.

~~~

Kaveh was trying to figure out the best materials to use for the carpet of this foyer. He was an architect at heart, not an interior decorator – but this job paid well. The more jobs he took, the more he’d get paid, and then he’d finally be able to move out of Alhaitham’s hellish apartment.

The sounds of you and Alhaitham arguing grated against his ears, but he did his best to block them out – he felt bad for you. You were the same as Kaveh… you were also stuck living here, and you got just as infuriated as him by that damned scribe.

‘Stop it! Do you even care about leaving marks?’

Kaveh frowned, his head tilting to the side as he heard your shout come from the other room. He shook his head, deciding his brain was definitely in the gutter after what had happened between the three of you a week ago. There was certainly nothing lewd going on between the two of you… right?

‘Well, you’d look far better without those clothes.’

Kaveh’s eyes went wide. Alhaitham wasn’t really saying that to you, was he? Was this one of his perverse ways of giving compliments? Kaveh knew Alhaitham was bad at speaking to women, but he never expected something this bad to come from his mouth.

Then, he began to hear moans.

“That’s it, I’m taking more jobs so I can move out even faster!” Kaveh grumbled to himself, raking his fingers through his bangs as he tried his best to focus on the task at hand. “Ahh, yeah, the colors… which colors go best with ivory again…” He grumbled, talking out loud to try to drown out the very loud sexual behavior that had begun in the room next door.

However, when he began to hear the moans that came from Alhaitham, Kaveh dropped his pencil.

‘What are you- haaah~’

Kaveh couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t ignore the growing bulge in his pants, and slowly slipped his fingers beneath his clothes to take care of the problem.

~~~

“Kaveh, I need a favor.”

The blonde jumped up from his desk, quickly adjusting his clothes before turning towards Alhaitham with a stern frown on his face.

“What is it, Alhaitham?” Kaveh couldn’t hide the venom that dripped from his voice. “You stink of sex, you mongrel.”

“Stop acting like you don’t have ears, Kaveh.” Alhaitham retorted. “And stop acting like you weren’t enjoying yourself just now, either.”

Kaveh’s eyes widened with shock and indignation.

“Why you-”

“I need you to make sure Y/N stays here while I travel to Port Ormos.” Alhaitham sternly cut off his blonde roommate. “It’s not safe for her there. Last time she nearly got killed, and I can’t have her endangering herself again.”

Kaveh’s brows pinched together with confusion.

“Is it another one of those missions the Sages send you on? Don’t they usually send the both of you on the same mission?”

“It’s highly classified information.” Alhaitham responded bluntly. “But yes – I personally asked them not to send her on these missions anymore. I assured them that I would be enough.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s not going to like this when she finds out-”

“That’s why I’m leaving now. I plan to be long gone by the time she realizes.” Alhaitham cut Kaveh off once again. “And that’s why you have to do anything in your power to stop her from leaving the house.”

“I- what?” Kaveh questioned. “And you’re going to leave while smelling this foul?”

“That’s none of your business.” Alhaitham responded. “I’m entrusting her to you.”

The scribe merely walked away, as if Kaveh had already agreed to do such a heinous thing as keep you locked indoors for days on end.

Kaveh threw down his blueprints in anger, infuriated by the borderline unlivable environment of Alhaitham’s house. Then, he realized he had a deadline to meet, and awkwardly scrambled to pick back up his papers and opted to carry them out to the living room to finish them up in a different setting.

After about an hour, Kaveh was enjoying a hot cup of tea as he finished up another section of his commission. He heard the creak of a door opening – you were finally emerging from Alhaitham’s bedroom. Kaveh continued to scribble one last thing down with his free hand as he spoke to you.

“Good, you’re finally awake. Do you want some tea? I just brewed-”

Kaveh stopped mid-sentence as he looked up to see the state of you. His eyes went wide as he saw your messy hair, your bloody lips, and the purplish blotches of the hickeys Alhaitham had left all over your once-pristine skin. You were clinging to a bed sheet that you had loosely wrapped around your torso, your posture hunched over as if you were in pain.

“Archons, Y/N, you look like hel-”

“Where’s Alhaitham.” Your tone dripped with hatred.

“He’s gone.” Kaveh responded.

“He’s what?” Your eyes went wide. “I need to go after him.” You glanced around the living room.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you leave the house.” Kaveh responded.

“What?” You questioned, confused.

“Alhaitham said that if I let you leave the house, you’ll just go after him and endanger your life again.”

“Grrr, that BASTARD!” You exclaimed, spinning around and storming back into his bedroom, slamming the door shut so violently that it rattled the plates in the kitchen cupboards.

Kaveh let out a sigh of relief despite being seriously worried about the state of your body.

“At least she’s not trying to leave.” He sighed, trying his best to continue working on the paperwork.

[ushiwakatrash]

The Last Padisarah Pudding, Your Last Straw (Alhaitham x Reader)

An Alhaitham x Reader Enemies to Lovers One-shot

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: You and Alhaitham have been rivals ever since your first year at the Akademiya. But when things go wrong during a mission given to you by the Sages, you start to realize it's more than just a rivalry...

part 2 is out now!

Finally, you’d be able to beat him. For the very first time, you would be able to break your stalemate – you had the upper hand in your personal competition.

For years, you and Alhaitham were pitted against each other by the Akademiya. The two of you were separately tasked with the retrieval of forbidden knowledge, the sages knowingly exploiting the deep rivalry that was first founded during your student years at the Akademiya. They, of course, were always right. Their choice of disciple for this mission was carefully curated from several different options, knowing the rivalry between you and Alhaitham would produce results faster than anything else.

~7 years Ago~

“Sage Salazar’s tests are notorious for the abysmal pass rate, don’t worry.” One of your classmates consoled another, their words mixing in with several disappointed and distressed conversations.

“What am I going to do, I’ll be expelled if I fail one more time!” Another upset student lamented.

“You can always switch to another Darshan, it’s only our first year so there’s still time.” Someone behind you murmured to a fellow classmate. “I’ve heard that Amurta has better professors.”

You sat back in your chair, smug. Of course, you were the best student in the class. You looked down at the tome before you. As a part of the test, you had to fill the entire book with thorough analysis on the professor’s chosen topic. You flipped the front cover open, admiring what was written in large red letters on the front page.

‘99’.

You were so close to perfection, you could nearly taste it. One more point and you’d have a perfect score. All your sleepless nights in the library were well worth the feeling of euphoria that overcame you today. You were such a rising star that you were certain you’d become a Sage in the future.

“I take it you did well?” A voice came from beside you. It was your classmate, and you recognzied him during some of the lengthy lectures when you would spot him in the back of the class, feet propped up on a bench, his nose in a book. There was no way he could pass Salazar’s rigorous exams if he couldn’t even pay attention in class. You smirked, turning towards your classmate – you recalled his name was Alhaitham.

“Yeah,” You nodded, giving him a nod as a smug expression began to grow across your face. "I got a 99.”

“That’s good,” Alhaitham nodded. “It means at least I’ll see you next year in the top class.”

“Oh, really?” You questioned, surprised that he even managed to pass, let alone gain a score that would allow him to join the top class. “What did you get?”

“100.”

You gawked. “W-woah, that’s great!” You sputtered, unsure how to react to someone who managed to get a perfect score on the most difficult test in a class he didn’t even pay attention to. “We basically got the same score, well done!”

“No,” Alhaitham responded bluntly, his curt tone taking you aback. “You got a 99 because that was all you could get. I got 100 because that was all there was to get.

“You…” your brows pinched together as your sentence trailed off. You were in complete shock that he could say something so rude when you had worked so hard for what you had.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned in your seat away from him. You didn’t know what hurt more – his tone, or the truth to what he was saying – but you knew for a fact you immediately despised him.

~~~

Ever since your first encounter with your overly-rational classmate, you were stern rivals – if anyone so much as mentioned the name ‘Alhaitham’ in your presence, you would bristle with anger and resentment. Somehow, the silver-haired student knew exactly what to do in order to push your buttons.

You stood in line at the busy food stall inside the Akademiya. You had just spent several hours in the library studying, and were absolutely famished. You always ordered the same thing from this place, and enjoyed your mid-afternoon snack that kept you going through hours of pushing your brain to its limits.

“What do you mean, there’s no more Padisarah Pudding?” You questioned, your brows furrowed and eyes wide in disbelief. 

“I’m sorry, we just sold our last one a couple of minutes ago.” The attendant behind the counter responded apologetically, “Is there anything else you might like?”

“N-no, i’ll just have some tea, thanks.”

The attendant handed you the cup of tea, and you mumbled your thanks as you turned away dejectedly. You supposed you could go down to the city for some of your favorite snack, but that would take up precious time you could be studying instead.

Resigning yourself to sit and drink your tea, you walked over to the dining area only to spot Alhaitham at one of the tables – and in front of him sat not one, but two Padisarah Puddings.

“Why, you!” Brimming with anger, you narrowed your eyes at the silver-haired classmate.

“Hm?” Alhaitham mumbled, not even bothering to look up from the book he was reading.

“Why do you have two puddings?”

“I was feeling particularly hungry today.”

Your eye twitched from his sheer audacity. Both of you were well aware that this was your snack of choice, and Alhaitham bought two merely to get on your nerves. Knowing his intention, you decided to bite back with your own remarks.

“Oh, I forgot how much you need to fuel those ridiculous man muscles.” You scoffed, “But make sure you count your macros correctly, because I have a feeling the extra Padisarah Pudding might throw them off a little.”

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Alhaitham’s eyebrow twitching. He finally looked up from his book, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Perhaps you should watch yours too.” Alhaitham spoke poignantly. “They shouldn’t be an everyday snack, after all. Perhaps that’s why your fitness scores are the worst out of all your grades?”

Despite wanting to wrap your hands around his neck and throttle him right then and there, you turned around and began to calmly walk away – it was the best you could do to still seem like the better person. It took all your restraint in order to not snap and say something stupid and hateful. You made it all the way back to the library, to your seat at your desk, and immediately slammed your forehead into your open book.

“Damn you Alhaitham!” You groaned, wishing you could live your life peacefully without him.

~1 year ago~

There was nothing you hated more than the day you finally graduated from the Akademiya. Students from all six Darshans were gathered in the main hall, dressed in formal robes. You, as the Salutorian of your graduating class, were offered the chance to give a small speech. Of course, you were delighted to – if only Alhaitham weren’t the Valedictorian.

He followed up your speech with one that would haunt your dreams for years.

“Firstly, I would like to thank the Akademiya for allowing me to learn and thrive here.” He spoke, his overly courteous tone obviously fake to you, forcing you to roll your eyes. “It has been a delightful six years of study, where I’ve been able to research subjects I could only dream of beforehand. My success in my studies aren’t solely down to my own effort... I would like to thank Y/N Y/L/N for always being there to encourage me and motivate me to do better.”

You gawked at the classmate you hated – both of you hated each other. As Alhaitham continued his speech, you could hear whispers among the other students from where you sat in the crowd.

‘I do see them together quite often’

‘Are they in a relationship?’

‘That’s so sweet,’

‘I thought they were always fighting?’

‘Sounds like couples fights’

Your body began to shake with anger, and your face turned bright red as you stared daggers into your most dreaded rival. The whispers among the people surrounding you only fueled your hatred for the silver-haired student even more. Alhaitham met your gaze as he continued his speech, his expression completely unreadable while you glared at him in return.

“Hey, Y/N, I thought you hated Alhaitham?” A classmate sitting next to you leaned over and whispered into your ear.

“I hate him more than anything.” You muttered, despite the ferocious blush that stained your face. “I wish I could murder him right now.”

~Current Day~

Alhaitham thought this would simply be another boring mission given to him by the sages. Although the prospect of being able to use the knowledge capsule he retrieved for the Akedemiya, he would much rather be deep in the pages of another book while enjoying the seabreeze by Port Ormos. As scribe for Haravatat, he was often given boring missions that he could complete quickly, spending the rest of his allocated time relaxing and reading.

That was, until he spotted you walking around talking to locals. If this were any other occasion, he would probably approach you with something embarassing and humiliating in order to entertain himself, but this time you were dressed in student’s robes.

He immediately knew something was off – you, an Alchemist for the Akedemiya, who had graduated years ago, were walking around pretending to be a student on break. It was often that students would come to Port Ormos around this time of year to relax and unwind, and you were most certainly using this fact as some sort of ruse or disguise.

He decided to get up and move to a different location to read his book, picking one that was within earshot of you but out of your sight, trying to figure out just what you were up to.

“Dori, you say?”

“Most certainly. If you give her the right price and earn her trust, she’ll deliver anything.”

“Even information on a certain Knowledge Capsule?”

“Yes.”

Immediately, Alhaitham stiffened, realizing you were also here for a knowledge capsule, undoubtedly also sent by the Akademiya. He smirked, realizing this was yet another chance to beat you.

~~~

You had finally found the location where Dori, a merchant dealing in knowledge capsules, would meet prospective customers – a quiet courtyard outside a sleepy tavern at the edge of the city. You were there just before sunset, at your agreed meeting time, but there was no sign of the financially-motivated merchant.

You checked the small timepiece before tucking it back into your pocket, anxious to find leads and produce results for the Sages. The air was also beginning to get chilly; you were eager to get back indoors and eat a hot meal.

However, the last thing you expected was to hear a voice that haunted your studies at the Akademiya and your early years of your professional career.

“You won’t be able to find leads on the auspicious knowledge capsule this easily,” Your stomach twisted into a knot at the words you heard.

Of course, it was Alhaitham you came face-to-face with once you turned around. Your lips pulled into a terse frown, your eyebrow twitching with anger as the pieces fell together.

“You’re the reason why Dori is a no-show.” You growled, pointing a finger accusatively at your rival.

“She seems to not be very fond of me,” Alhaitham deadpanned, giving a nonchalant shrug. “I propose you find a proxy, or simply think of a more creative way of finding it before me. Although, I doubt you will.”

“Watch it, asshole.” You spat, “One way or another, I will beat you.”

Your face burning hot with anger, you stormed away from the courtyard. You no longer felt the chill of the evening – the fury pumping in your veins was more than enough to keep you warm.

~~~

After years of agonizing rivalry, when you discovered the scribe Alhaitham was searching for the same forbidden knowledge capsule as you were, you thought you must have done something to anger the gods in a previous life. The mere concept of him retrieving the knowledge capsule before you made your blood boil – there was no way you would ever let that happen.

Once you discovered you both were vying for the same mysterious object, you immediately threw your effort into overtime. Thus, you worked endlessly, even resorting to underhanded methods to obtain such an item. You even contacted a certain suspicious doctor, one who had been expelled from the Akedemiya, and was associated with the shady Snezhnayan organization known as the Fatui – one who was once known as Zandik.

“It’s about time for me to return to my Alma Mater.” Il Dottore sneered, his tone sending chills down your spine. “I’ll supplement your search for this knowledge capsule, in return for aid in bartering for my ownership of it once you return it to the sages.”

Those words echoed in your head, and despite knowing the Doctor was far too dangerous and underhanded, you still took his advice and used the device he had given you. It was a knowledge compass, a small metallic clock whose hands oriented to point towards high concentrations of knowledge. According to the Doctor, it was one of his latest inventions, and he was willing to lend it out to you if he could have the knowledge capsule you found using it.

And thus you found yourself at Port Ormos, wandering the streets disguised as a young child. The cloak around you hid your adult features, and you walked with light steps to mimic children in the street and avoid the attention of townsfolk who passed by.

Staring down at the compass, you watched as the handle flickered from left to right. In the back of your head, you had uneasy thoughts that you’d pay for taking the easy way out later.

Suddenly, the handle snapped towards one direction, firmly focused on some sort of mysterious power. You came to a  complete stop, realizing you were right before a small alley. You were about to enter it when you heard hushed voices prickle at the tips of your ears.

“One million mora. Take it or leave it.”

“No way, this isn’t even guaranteed to be the real thing. I would much rather go through a more reliable channel, like Dori.”

“It’s your loss, then. I can guarantee you, this is the real auspicious knowledge capsule. You have no clue how many people are trying to get their hands on it.”

At those words, you knew it was the right knowledge capsule. You tucked the compass away, shrugging your shoulders as you tried to put on your best childlike impression.

“Have you seen my mom?” You stepped into the alley and asked in a baby-like voice, your head facing the ground.

“What the hell?” One of the people in the alley exclaimed at your sudden appearance in front of them. 

You flashed forwards, snatching the glowing capsule before scaling the wall and disappearing over the rooftops. You jumped across several houses before disappearing into a knoll in the giant tree trunk that towered over the city. You might have mediocre strength compared to most of the skilled Academics, but you could move fast for short periods of time.

The three men you had just stolen the knowledge capsule from were hot on your tail, but you quickly ditched the disguise and returned to your normal appearance. With the capsule carefully tucked away in your pocket, you walked nonchalantly through the port. The men rushed past you, racing through the streets in search of a small child – not a lazy student who looked like they wanted to kick back and relax after their final exams.

“Where the hell is that kid?!” You heard one of them shout. You did your best to hide your smirk, slowly making your way towards the city gates to head back to Dottore’s lab.

What you didn’t notice, however, was the glint of silver hair that poked out from behind a stack of crates – Alhaitham looked up from his book at your retreating figure, realizing you had finally gotten your hands on what he wanted.

He knew reporting your collaboration with the Fatui to the sages would only result in you reporting his shady actions in return, so instead of following the rules, he chose to shut the book he was in the middle of reading and see where exactly you were headed. After all, it seemed like you had made progress – and Alhaitham couldn’t stand to see you pulling ahead in the game.

He always loved to piss you off. He could tell by the look on your face when when you were cursing at him internally. He loved how satisfying it was to beat you; you were always someone who did everything in their power to be the best, and it felt so much better to beat you when compared to beating any other academic he had the displeasure of getitng to know.

Relishing the idea of spying on you to figure out how he can outsmart you once again, Alhaitham began to slowly walk towards your direction. 

~~~

“Doctor, I’ve brought back the compass.” You bowed in front of the green-haired man, extending one arm as you held out the intricate device.

“Thank you,” Dottore reached out, his gloved fingers tracing along your forearm before reaching the palm of your hand where the compass rested.

You shivered at the way he unnecessarily touched you, wondering why he felt the need to do that.

“I presume you’ve already found the auspicious knowledge capsule,” Dottore smirked, although you couldn’t read his expression through the mask he wore.

“Y-yes, I’ve brought it to the sages already. We can-”

“Ah- ah- ah,” Dottore cut you off, shaking his head as he spoke. “I believe you still have it on yourself.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, Alhaitham was hidden away behind some of Dottore’s strange machinery that he had strewn aside from one of his projects he had abandoned. He listened in on your conversation, realizing exactly who you had made a deal with – and just how deep you had gotten yourself into trouble.

Your eyes widened with fear, realizing Dottore could see through your facade. He was correct – you had gone straight from Port Ormos to Dottore’s laboratory, with no intention of giving it back to the Sages just yet. This knowledge capsule seemed different – it glowed white instead of green. The contents of the capsule were kept vague, nobody seeming to have any idea as to what could be inside of it. You actually wanted to study the capsule more than anything, hoping that you could make some sort of incredible discovery that Alhaitham could never beat.

“I’m sorry,” You immediately shifted gears, understanding what kind of person you were talking to – if the rumors were anything to go by, he was one of the most terrifying people in the world – if he was still a person at all. You should have known that he would have incredible senses, and would be able to tell you still had the capsule on you.

“That’s okay,” Dottore stepped closer to you, his shadow completely swallowing you as he towered above your height. “After all, you’ve done everything I’ve asked for. How could I complain about a little lie?”

You began to cower with fear, realizing that nobody knew where you were right now. If Dottore ended up doing something to you, nobody would ever know. With a cold gloved hand, the Doctor reached out and cupped your cheek. With the other, he slid his hand down your side, his fingers slipping into your pocket to pull out the glowing capsule. 

Your lips quivered as you watched Dottore marvel at the knowledge capsule you had essentially delivered to him on a silver platter.

“After all, you’ll be my first subject to test its contents on.”

Your heart dropped like a rock into your stomach at the realization that Dottore had no intention of letting you leave. You immediately tried to escape, but his hand on your cheek instantly slipped around your neck, lifting you off of the ground as you flailed. Your hands immediately went up to wrench at his unyielding grip. It was like a ring of metal was locked around your neck – his hand simply wouldn’t budge. Your feet swung beneath you, your toes pointing as you tried desperately to find any solid ground to stand on.

“I’ll feed you the knowledge bit by bit, and see how much you can tolerate before you go insane.”

Alhaitham peered around the side of the machinery that hid his presence, witnessing the Doctor engrossed with you as he vocalized how he wanted to experiment on you. His sickening words settled uncomfortably in Alhaitham’s stomach, making the Scribe feel anger and fear that he hadn’t ever felt before.

‘What?’ Your mind reeled at Dottore’s announcement, somehow able to make logical connections despite the stress of the situation. ‘Knowledge capsules should be easily digestible instant knowledge! Could it be, that it’s this highly prioritized by the Sages for a reason, and it’s because humans can’t tolerate it?’

Let’s start with… two percent.” Dottore sneered, and you couldn’t say anything in protest as he cut off your airway.

You writhed more and more desperately as he raised the capsule towards your face, its colorless luminance enveloping your entire vision.

This just might be it. Your rivalry with Alhaitham might have finally gone too far.

You began to close your eyes, your body falling still as you gave up on trying to escape.

Alhaitham couldn’t stand it anymore, he couldn’t bear to watch you get hurt; Dottore was going to drive you mad with his experiments, or worse – kill you. He moved with breakneck speed as he slashed the inhuman Doctor’s arm clean off, rescuing you from certain doom.

A loud crash resounded through the laboratory as you found yourself flying across the room, landing in the arms of someone strong and warm. The white light was gone, and you blinked as your eyes adjusted to see Alhaitham hovering above you.

“WHAT!” The doctor exclaimed, and you realized his voice was now suddenly far away. You glanced in the direction of the voice to see Dottore standing on the other side of the room, missing one arm. Sparks were coming out of the stump that his arm once was, a telling sign that his body was actually part robot. Dottore’s other arm was frozen in the air, still holding onto the glowing capsule, and it seemed like he had some sort of process malfunction.

Alhaitham had carried you across the room to set you down. You felt his warm hands around your neck, and watched as his arms flexed and his shoulders strained. Suddenly you heard a snap and you could breathe again, the metallic fingers of Dottore’s robotic arm finally broken away from your throat. You gasped for air, sitting up on your own as you were finally free from the Doctor’s clutches.

“When will you realize I’m just better?” He smirked, helping you up.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Not without the capsule.” Alhaitham spoke, running back towards Il Dottore. The robot seemed to still be malfunctioning as it didn’t react in any way to the scribe’s approach.

Alhaitham snatched the capsule from its hand, quickly returning to where you were still sitting recovering from nearly being strangled and illegal-knowledged to death.

You tried to scramble to your feet, but you stumbled. You were caught by an arm roughly hooking around your waist, lifting you off of the ground and racing out of the laboratory.

“Hey! Put me down!” You exclaimed, kicking in protest to the uncomfortable and embarrassing way you were being carried.

“Fine, fine.” Alhaitham relented, “I suppose we’ve fled far enough away now.”

He set you down on the ground gently, and you were finally able to find your balance and climb to your feet.

“That was incredibly dangerous.” Alhaitham warned. “Both of us aren’t afraid of underhanded methods of achieving our goals… but the Doctor is simply far too dangerous. You were incredibly lucky I happened to be nearby, otherwise you might have become a test subject for a mad scientist.”

“I did what I had to.” You crossed your arms as you turned away, scoffing.

“There were several far less dangerous methods you could have used… but thankfully we won’t be returning to the sages empty-handed, since I managed to get the knowledge capsule in the end.”

He withdrew the glowing capsule from his pocket, holding it in the air to examine it. It was at that point that you realized he had won yet again. Not only did he save you from certain doom at the hands of a mad scientist, but he also had possession of the capsule that you nearly died in order to obtain.

“Why, you!” Anger suddenly filled you to the brim once again – but this time it overflowed freely. You lunged towards your rival, hands wrapping around his throat as you tackled him to the ground.

Alhaitham was so taken aback by your sudden violence that you had actually caught him off-guard. His balance faltered and you managed to knock him backwards. He fell onto the soft grass, but his reflexes were far better than yours as he quickly rolled so that you were now beneath him. You looked furious – but he always loved it when you looked that way.

“Damn you, bastard!” You writhed beneath him, unable to escape the cage he had made around you with his arms. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes; this was the last straw. Time and time again, he had bested you while barely breaking a sweat, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why does beating you feel better than anything else in the world?” Alhaitham smirked as he stared down at you, his face hovering mere inches above yours.

You wriggled your arm free, about to land a punch on his smug face, when you felt something soft pressing harshly down on your lips. It was warm, soft – you suddenly realized Alhaitham was kissing you.

Despite how much he pressed your buttons and made you curse his existence, something drew you to kiss back – and it ignited a fire in your stomach. Instead of throwing a punch at Alhaitham, your free arm began to snake behind his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. He began to lower his body, pressing his chest flush with yours to the point where you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

You let out a soft groan as he slid one knee between your thighs, hooking your legs down and trapping you in the kiss. His fingers raked through your hair, and Alhaitham knew your hair always looked nice but he didn’t realize just how soft it was now that he could finally touch it.

Alhaitham pulled away, watching you pant as your face burned bright red. Your lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, drawing his gaze to them, and making him want to kiss you even more.

Your eyes raked down Alhaitham’s body as he hovered above you, and you burned with humiliation inside. You hated the way he made you feel – he always got on your nerves as if he knew exactly what to do and say in order to piss you off.

“Why is it always like this?” You sighed, gazing into his jade green eyes. Your silver-haired rival merely smirked.

“Even in the Akademiya, you were always too reckless.” Alhaitham responded. “Always too eager to be the best, as if you’d ever be able to beat me.”

“I hate you.” You mumbled, “The way you always beat me at everything so effortlessly, the look in your eyes when you put on that impudent smirk, how you know exactly what pisses me off the most. Why do you hate me so much?”

Alhaitham’s breath fell still at your accusations; he never realized the things he did made you think he hated you.

“I never hated you.” He responded bluntly, causing you to freeze beneath him.

“Y-you… what?” You stuttered, your blush deepening at the realization your hatred was one-sided. You were at a loss for words, and only managed to stare back up at Alhaitham.

“You’re redder than a tomato.” Alhaitham stated bluntly.

“Hey!” You quickly became angry again, embarrassed at how flustered he had easily made you – and how he had effortlessly kissed you, something that nobody before ever had the privilege of doing. You were always far too invested in your academic career to ever focus on romance or relationships. The kiss gave you a realization, awakening feelings for him that you had no clue ever even existed before this. However, the way Alhaitham immediately switched back to teasing you made you forget all of these feelings temporarily.

“First you stole my knowledge capsule, and now you’ve stolen my first kiss too! I can’t deal with this anymore!” 

“You’re just trying to deny you liked it.”

Once again, he was completely right.

“Fuck you, Alhaitham!” You lunged forwards, wrapping your hands around his neck once again. This time, however, Alhaitham let you push him backwards into the grass. The faintest smile was on his lips as he fell, staring up at your face. Your anger somehow faded into laughter as you tackled him to the ground. You were still angry with him, of course, but for some reason he had become slightly more tolerable.

~~~

Read part 2 here.

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Thinking about being some sort of psychic of telepath- and when you sleep your subconscious bleeds into the parallel worlds, always when your mind in that world is active.

Turns out that’s when your friends are fucking you dumb.

Well your clearly more than friends in these worlds, the way they so clearly worship the ground you walk on.

The first time it happened you thought it was a sex dream.

Your eyes opening to the pleasurable feeling flooding your body, onto to find todoroki shoto hovering over you, his thighs are outside of yours, holding them together as his hips rapidly fuck the in between, one of his hands rubbing aggressively on your clit. Your immediately gasping because- it feels so real- and oh god so good. He doesn’t stop but presses his lips to yours, moving his fingers faster as he apologizes.

“Couldn’t wait- m’ love. Feels so good.” 

You had never cum that hard before. Your orgasm to much for your tired body, as you slowly slipped out of consciousness, allowing his lips to kiss up and down your neck while your fingers tangled in his hair.

When you woke again, you figured out what is was, and although you thought it was a one time thing, you couldn’t stop imagining the things that happened between you and your former classmate. Your friend, had looked at you like you were some kind of goddess, to be worshiped and pleased.

It refused to leave your mind.

Until something replaced it.

About a week later, your mind slipped once again.

Your eyes fluttering open just as a thick cock slipped into you- so easily. Large hands held your thighs up, as your ankles rested on the man’s shoulders. The hands quickly slipped down and to the front of your legs, settling his cock fully inside you.

You were in to much of a trance to figure out who is was as their hands wondered up your body, groping and feeling you up. The thick cock that pressed against the deepest parts of you. Lips on your jaw grounded you as your eyes fluttered lightly. Quickly turning to see the male, a glasses-less face stared back at you with a soft look.

Iida Tenya?

Fingertips brushed through dark hair that threatened to fall in your eyes. Lips gently pressed against yours before he smiled at you before suddenly grinding his hips into yours, watching your eyes flutter shut as the tip of his cock pressed heavily against your cervix, desperately trying to break through.

“*groan*- gonna put a baby in you-”

And it kept happening.

Eyes opening on all fours with Kirishima Eijiro. Feeling his hands desperately grip your hips as he fucked you into the mattress.

“Oooh fuck- pretty baby-”

Feeling intense pressure from Sero Hanta fucking your against the wall of a locked room somewhere, shushing you as you tried not to scream at how good he felt.

“Shh-hhh got- hah- gotta be quiet sweetheart.”

Laying on the couch with Kaminari Denki on top of you as he desperately sucked on your tits. Marking the skin with hickeys and bite marks as he grinds hopelessly against your clothed pussy.

“Mph- please- I- I wanna cum-”

Shinso Hitoshi who wakes you up between your thighs, hungrily sucking your clit while lazily pumping his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. Overstimulating you until he’s finally had his fill of your cum.

“Just one more- come on. Can’t you give me just one more , kitten?”

Giving a boob-job to a pussy drunk Midoriya Izuku, who’s on his knees as he holds onto the headboard. Your panties stuffed in his mouth as he cums on your chest and neck.

“*whining* please- please- please- please- oh god-“

Christening his new office at his new agency but getting fucking by Bakugo Katsuki on his desk. Burying himself in you over and over, violently fucking your cervix as you cum on his now stained wooden desk. Before finally riding his dick in his new chair, tears in your eyes from how tired your body is.

“Hmp- oooooh shit- shit- shit- keep going- fuck!! Keep going , princess.”

Recreating porn videos with Monoma Neito, the lewd sounds playing out as his eyes zero in on the screen, going from eating you out to fucking your brain dumb, attempting to act out everything he sees. Did I mention that the videos were all around an hour long?

“Come on baby. I have a few more I want to try… you have to stay awake.”

Violently fingered by Shindo Yo as he holds you from behind, three fingers pumping as deep into you as they can go as his thumb holds your clit, his entire hand vibrating nonstop.

“It’s okay to cum, babe. Thats the goal here.”

Tamaki Amajiki who fully makes out with your cunt. One of his hands is morphed into a tentacle that sits unmoving inside you, yet bulges your stomach as you almost beg for cum. He gives soft kitten licks to your clit before fully taking a good portion of your lips in his as he sucks gently. Only to repeat the action over and over before he gets the desire to latch his large mouth over your cub entirely, leaving you empty inside as he sucks violently at your clit. He doesn’t let you cum yet though, he goes through and then goes back to making out with your cunt, repeating the action randomly until your hit with a major orgasm.

“So pretty, smells like you-, tastes so good, pretty.”

Getting fucked in mid air by Shoji Mezo, who stands at full height, two of his hands on your hips as your seated with him inside of you, another two are holding your feet in the air around his head, the last two doing as he pleases, fucking you harshly as you have to rely on him completely.

“*groans* stop squirming sweetheart.”

Dry humping at some hero event with Ojiro Mashirao. In the locked bathrooms as your dress is pulled up. Telling you not to cum as you’ll ruin his suit and give you both away. Shoves the tip of himself in just to fill you with his hot, sticky, bucket load of cum as your thighs clench around him, trying not to cum yourself as he fixed you up, swiping the bit that leaked out from your pussy and pushing it between your lips before pulling down your dress and making your hair look good again.

“Breathe darling, I’ll make sure you cum more than enough at home.”

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu groping you into cumming. Shoving you face first against the wall as he presses his body against yours. His cock hard against your ass as he flips your skirt up to nuzzle it between your cheeks. One of his hands groping your chest, hard, after your shirt if pulled up, stuffed into your mouth to keep up. His hand slipping under your bra and squeezes, before hardening his skin to hurt you, all while he grinds against your ass. He uses the momentum he got to force you to grind into his other hand, fully cupping your pussy and grinding the heel of his hand into your clit. Until your head falls onto his shoulder, eyes rolled back as your hips buck on their own to orgasm,

“Go ahead cupcake. Cum for me- use me to make yourself cum.”

and oh god- the most memorable one. The one that out of all the new experiences you felt. All the friends you couldn’t look in the eye. He was the worst one. Because it was clearly so wrong.

Fuck.

Aizawa Shota.

Oh god you remember when your mind surfaced. Everything was still so vivid, more so than any other experience from your mind.

You surfaced right in front of him, about a second later her lips were on you. Your former teacher, your mentor. Your sensei.

Within seconds you were being pushed up onto something, his tongue slipping between your lips as he pushed himself between your thighs. You shoved his hair out of his face, allowing him full control as he pushed your back down against whatever your were sitting on, his hands sliding up your thighs to flip up your skirt.

God. He let you go, allowing your head to fall back and off the small… desk. Your desk, from UA. You teacher is fucking you in your old uniform, on your old desk. A loud moan left your lips as he slipped inside of you, since when was he so big?Your button up shirt was ripped open, untucked to give the male the most access to your body. He forced you on his cock over and over, lips staining your skin as you cried out. His pelvis grinding harshly against your clit as he fucked your cervix, fucking his cum into your womb over and over, not allowing you a break from the constant bullying. You didn’t know how long it lasted. His grunt words a mix of praise and humiliation as he moved at a brutal pace. This was so wrong. He was so much older, he taught you in school. And yet your eyes rolled back as you came again, your body weak and the man showing no sign of stopping anytime soon.

“Feeling so good for me. I taught you didn’t I? You should have more stamina than this.”

But oh- as the cherry on top of it all.

Your not the only one connected to these other worlds. Every last one of them has been having the same dreams you have, their just not in control of theirs.

[ushiwakatrash]

pov: you’re drop-dead gorgeous (and they don’t know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there’s no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you’re so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you’re so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he’d watch intently the way you’d smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there’s even anything to fix. he’ll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), “tell me why you’re so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!”

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he’s just mesmerized by the whole thing.

“katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we’re gonna be late.”

his only response is: “fuck off.”

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. “tch, you don’t even need any of this shit.”

“you don’t like it, katsuki?” you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

“h-hah?! i didn’t say that!” he shoves it to your hand, “now do this glittery shit next!”

and you just ditch whatever plans you’d made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he’ll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn’t know how he just let it happen but he’s like, “whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n.”

he then proceeds to tell you that, “every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness.”

“forgive them for what?”

he stares blankly at you. “for breathing the same air as you.”

bakugo katsuki’s not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, “u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n.”

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(𝟏) 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

ও rating. explicit

ও summary. you work for an anonymous phone sex business on campus, and you would have never guessed that your first client would be the Atsumu Miya—most popular guy on campus who sits three seats ahead of you in calculus. and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know you exist. | wc. 10k+

cw/ tw. college au. nerd!reader, volleyball player Atsumu, phone sex, dirty talk, mild hurt/comfort, miscommunication, fraternity parties, rough sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, strangers to lovers

ও featuring. Atsumu x Fem!Reader 

ও an. okay, i turned my self-indulgent fic into a multi-part fic:) please comment on this post if you’d like to be tagged. NOTE: the Taglist is closed | follow #📓 .one missed call for updates.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Please remember to read all content warnings before proceeding.

Part One—You get your first caller, and can’t tell why he sounds so familiar…until you do.

cw/ tw. phone sex, praise kink, pet names (ex. baby, sweetheart)

Part Two—After weeks of phone calls, you get to know Atsumu which makes pretending a little more difficult.

cw/ tw. sexting, phone sex, praise kink, pet names (ex. sweetheart, pretty girl)

Part Three—Things get even more difficult when Atsumu needs help with his homework before his next game, and who better to help him than the class tutor.

cw/ tw. sexting, phone sex, praise kink, pet names (ex. sweetheart)

Part Four—The truth always finds a way of coming out.

cw/ tw. mild angst, parties

Part Five—Atsumu confronts you.

cw/ tw.praise kink, oral sex, unprotected sex

© satorini 2022—do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

[ushiwakatrash]

Saying 'I Love You' at the end of a call (Bakusquad)

A/N: kinda self indulgent for baku

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You've been dating them for just a few months and it happened to slipped out of your mouth before you could even notice.

Bakugou Katsuki 爆豪 勝己

You've known the explosive boy since your times at UA and were friends with him and Kirishima. Bakugou started to climb the hero ranks and was able to start an agency after just a year of graduating. Wanting to support your friend, both you and Kiri applied for jobs at his newly founded company.

When giving out missions, it had been standard that you and the blonde would pair up since you both were close in hero rankings. This meant high-level assignments, stakeouts that would last for days and gruesome fights which you both honestly enjoyed.

The constant company blossomed into feelings and after a mission that almost killed you, Katsuki finally had the balls to ask you out. Turns out, he liked you since your 1st year at UA but being the angsty teen he was thought feelings were in the way of being a hero.

Here you were, taking your boots off and heading to the kitchen to make yourself dinner, too worn out from the week-long assignment you took on with Kirishima, since Bakugou had mountains of paperwork to do.

In the middle of your meal, you text your boyfriend that you got home and that you successfully fulfilled your task. It was around 2 AM so you didn't expect any reply from him.

You finished putting away the dishes and headed to bed. Few seconds after closing your eyes, a call snaps you awake. "Really, at this hour?!" Too exhausted to check who's calling, you place the phone on your ear "WHAT?! It's fucking dawn!"

A low chuckle rings on the other end of the line "Can't even call my goddamn girl after a week?" Oh. It's him.

"Hi babe. Just so tired. You okay? From what I know, it's way past someone's bedtime." hearing your voice was always calming to Bakugou. He could feel himself smile as you asked how he was even in your tired state.

"Yeah, m'fine. Just checking on ya 'cause I missed my baby." on a normal day you would melt at his words but sleep was winning you over. You talked a little about your mission but started to slur your words, fatigue from the day swiftly consuming you.

"Baku, I need to hang up now. Too sleepy... you better rest after the call... love you." The words Katsuki always wanted to say slipped out of your mouth and left him grinning like a gremlin for a few minutes.

He noticed that the call was still running and whispered a soft 'I love ya more, dumbass' before hanging up.

The next day, you open your office door and notice a small note that had been left on your desk. As you scan the content, you recall what you said the night before. Blood came rushing to your cheeks as you set the note down and rushed right out.

'Come to my office and show me how much you love me.'

Kirishima Eijiro 切島 鋭児郎

Mina and Kiri had a deal that if she ever beat him in a spar, he would finally confess to you. She was tired of him looking like a lost dog whenever you were around.

So, she kept on challenging him and after a few tries she finally won. Now came the hard part, how to do the actual confession.

She talked to Aizawa about this and asked for his help. To stop Mina from pestering him, he agreed with the plan. It was simple, he just had to make you sparring partners and tell you to practice in private gyms after class.

Mina was giddy all though out class while Kiri was sweating buckets. Heart pounding so hard that he couldn't hear anything else. Aizawa stuck to the plan, instructing Mr. Kirishima and Mx. Y/n to proceed to gym #3. The pink girl gave their sensei a thumbs up while he just rolled his eyes, going back to sleep.

Practice ended with you and Kirishima lying side by side on the floor while heavily panting and laughing. A few deep breaths and Kiri confessed and braced himself for your rejection.

What he didn't brace himself for was the force of your hug (maybe almost a tackle) that sent you both rolling. With a bright smile on your face, you stole his thunder and asked him to be your boyfriend.

A few months into the relationship, it was the first time in a while where Fatgum's agency called him to do a high-stake mission.

Yeah, he was a hero-in-training and has a license, but you would always be worried about him. A few minutes before their meeting time, you decided to call him.

He picks up on the second ring. "Hi Y/n! I'm on the way to the site. Anything wrong, sweetheart?" this makes your heart sink more. He would sometimes come home with injuries and it pains you every time you see him all battered.

"Nothing's wrong. Please take care Eiji. I know you're strong but I can't help but worry." He sat in the car with soft eyes thinking about you and your worried face. "I'll be careful. Gotta come home to you. Oh! Guess we're here. Talk to you when I can, okay?"

"Mhm. You better come home to me! Don't get hurt Eiji. I love you." After ending the call, your phone rings again and it's Kiri. "Yes? Need some-" "BABY WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

He cuts you off by screaming in your ear. "I said don't get hurt." He grunts and asks you again. "I said I love you." His heart was about to explode and his face was as red as his hair.

"You're so adorable that I don't wanna go on this stupid mission." you could hear him whining. "Well, do what you gotta do, hero!" with a defeated sigh he starts walking towards his team.

"Gotta go for real now. See you when I get home." you sighed as well. "Remember that I'm waiting!" he chuckled at your statement. "Oh and Y/n?" "Hmmm?"

"I love you too."

Kaminari Denki 上鳴電気

Moving into the dorms meant you were all closer together. Literally.

This also meant that you had the opportunity to spend your time more with your new boyfriend, Kaminari. Of course as per UA's rules, students have their own separate rooms but that can't stop hormonal teenagers from sleepovers.

Spending late nights watching movies or playing board games were definitely the highlight of the dorm system. You and Denki often stay up watching anime together while sometimes you both just tell each other random stories over hot coco.

Written tests were coming up and being the smarter one of the duo, you actually take time to study. At times, you manage to drag your boyfriend along to tutor him, but he would somehow always end up dozing off.

Exhaustion was catching up to you as the days of staying up to read notes after hours of sparring went by. All you wanted now was to plop down on your bed and drown in the covers.

You went home before Denki, saying you would die if you didn't get to bed at the moment. It was just 6PM but you were already passed out on your bed.

Loud guitar riffs stirred you awake and you recognize the song because a certain yellow-haired dude had it on repeat for days. Looking at the time, it was already 2 in the morning. Not the ideal time for blasting rock.

You dialed his number and heard the loud music from the other room stop as he picked up your call. "My dearest Y/n, to what do I owe thy pleasure?" Okay that was a good one. Although, you were too livid to laugh at his antics.

"Denki, I love you but you can't blast music late in the evening like you own the whole damn place!" Both of your eyes widened and the line stayed silent. After the long pause, he asked with a small voice. "Really?" you tried to avert the topic even if you were already caught. "W-well, people are tryna sleep!"

He continued to speak with a small, almost nervous sounding voice. "You mean it? That you...uhh...love me?" Well, there's no going around it. You just had to come clean.

"Yeah. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable." You then could hear the rustling on his bed. He was panicking. "No no no no!! That's not what I meant at all! I-" He took a deep breath before continuing.

"Y/n, I love you too. I have for a while now. C'mere so we can cuddle. Door's open!"

Sero Hanta 瀬呂範太

You were adorable but god, your pouty days were a nightmare to deal with.

Every store you could think of, every online shop you could browse, nothing. NOTHING. No matter where you looked, the limited edition Hawks shirt just couldn't be found.

Sero knew you were looking forward to the release but also had a feeling that you had the slimmest chance of actually buying it. Now that you were in the acceptance phase, you started to be whiny for the whole day.

Being a good partner, he made extra efforts to make you smile the to keep your mind from your heartbreak. You honestly felt better due to his actions and told him how grateful you were for being consoled.

Your mood had improved a lot but it was still bumming that the shirt sold out in minutes. When you returned to your dorm room, a neatly wrapped present was on your bed. You checked the tag to see the giver's name.

To: My dearest Fr: Your man

Maybe Sero had another cute gift to make you smile. It did make you smile...and cry. You quickly dialed his number and he didn't bother saying hello. "Like it?" Hearing his voice made you cry harder.

"Like it?! I LOVE IT!! AND I LOVE YOU! How'd you even get this?!" in your hand was the shirt you've been searching for the whole morning. The actual limited edition Hawks shirt that's exactly your size!

"A friend of mine bought one and I... kinda begged them to sell it to me. They agreed when I offered thrice the amount." you gasped after hearing how he spent so much money on you since limited merch wasn't cheap.

"Oh my god, why would you do that! It's too much, babe!" he just laughed. "I think you have an idea why I would. I love you too Y/n." You knew you deserve to be treated well but this man went beyond for you.

"Can I come over to give you a kiss?" You could feel him smiling through the phone "Didn't expect a reward from this but I'll take it." You pressed the red button on the screen and stared at your gift.

Smiling, you headed out, hips swaying from the excitement from the surprise. The moment Cellophane merch comes out, you made your mind to buy every single one.

Oh how hard you've fallen.

[ushiwakatrash]

summary - smut, heavy comfort, FLUFF, when divorced dad/pro hero bakugou’s aquarium trip is ruined by intrusive fans, you offer to let them come back after hours so his daughter can see the belugas.

a/n: daddy and daddy kink(I couldn’t help myself), bakugou’s daughter is an adorable menace, single dad bakugou has basically no idea how to flirt, reader is insecure a touch, TW for the song baby beluga, reader wasn’t close with her father, Bakugou is in his early thirties, reader in mid twenties. Bakugou’s still kinda mean in bed. Oldest sibling!reader so she got the mom instinct, and unpainted nails because of the touch tank at her job.

minors dni

Bakugou silences his phone in his pocket, trying to ignore it’s incessant buzzing. He only had this evening with his daughter before he’d have to bring her back to his ex, the last thing he wanted to do was answer some bullshit questions from his agent. It doesn’t help that everyone at the aquarium is staring, people taking the occasional not-so-subtle photograph. His daughter runs ahead of him, and he catches up in a few strides.

“Sana,” He calls, “C’mere, sweetheart,” He takes her tiny hand in his, swallowing it completely as she turns to look at him, oblivious to the eyes on the two of them, but jumping at the soft camera clicks.

“Dad,” She gasps, “Look at the BELUGAS!” She giggles with delight when one swims past and his heart swells painfully, watching the joy spark in her face then travel through her body as she does a little dance. She turns to him, “Did you SEE that?” He nods. “Where do they LIVE?” She screams the last word, attracting even more attention. Someone comes up behind him, nervously holding a notebook.

“Um,” the young woman smiles at him, “Could you sign this for me, Dynamight?” He grunts, scribbling something on her paper. It’s like a dam breaks in the room, and suddenly there are three, five, ten, more people crowding him and Sana, and his first instinct is to tell them all to go to hell, but he remembers the clips of him losing his shit that they played at the custody hearing, and so instead he takes a deep breath and nods, acquiescing. Sana clings to his leg for a moment.

“What do they want daddy,” She whines, and a few of them have the grace to look chagrined, “I wanna show you the whales!”

“One second sweetheart,” He growls, forcing himself to keep his face neutral as these fucking extras shove pieces of paper into his hands. They move in closer, until his broad shoulders are flush against the cool glass, and he doesn’t immediately notice the lack of the tugging on his pants, the silence where usually a barrage of questions would be, but after about sixty seconds he looks down, and Sana is gone. All neutrality melts from his face, he whirls around, looking desperately. “Fuck off,” He snaps, jogging away from the people moving down the hallway. “Sana,” He calls, running down the tunnel where Manta rays float above your head, and past bright tropical fish, his heart pounds, could it have been a villain, how could he have let his fucking guard down like that-

-and there she is, bright giggles spilling from her lips, facing an aquarium employee who’s squatting in front of her in khaki shorts and a bright green polo.

“Don’t cry,” You coo, making huge bubbles with your hand that spill into the empty room, opalescent spheres that catch the light and pop when they brush anything solid. Bakugou spots the tear tracks on his daughter’s face and moves towards her but you slot your body between him and the little girl.

“Can I help you sir?” He blinks a couple times, so angry his hands are shaking, counting slowly in his head, down from ten, just like his therapist taught him.

“That’s my daughter.” he barely manages to get the words out and Sana leaps from behind you, climbing right up his leg like the worlds cutest spider monkey.

“All those people were scary,” She hiccups, “I didn’t like it.” Bakugou sighs, rubbing a comforting circle on her back.

“My fault.” He mutters, “All daddy’s fault, alright, let’s uh, let’s go home.” Sana starts to kick and scream in his arms.

“NO!” She yells. “I WANTED TO SEE MORE OF THE BELUGAS?” She bursts into tears. “They were rude, so now WE have to leave? That’s not f-f-fair.” Bakugou sighs, bouncing her a little, searching for the right words, when you take a step forward, and speak.

“Um, sorry, Mr. Um, Mr. Dynamight.” He regards you coolly, you look a little sheepish, perhaps, he thinks, for not recognizing him sooner. “If um, you’d like,” You glance down the manta ray tunnel, “I’m closing up tonight. If you come by at 7 I can give you a tour after closing, in exchange for you posting something about kids not throwing garbage in the ocean or something on Instagram.” He swallows. “It’s um,” you look so genuinely concerned that he softens a little, heart rate slowing, “She’s right, it’s not fair.”

“PLEASE DADDY!” Sana screams in his ear, leaning back, begging, grabbing one of his cheeks.” The huge man shifts his weight a little, considering, as Sana runs her hands down a huge scar, running down from the side of his face down under his thin t shirt. Sana turns back to you, “Sing the song pleeeeeeeeeeeeasseeee,” she begs, bending her back, trying to squirm out of the pro hero’s arms. You face burns with subtle embarrassment, your eyes flicking to Bakugou’s face, he was unbelievably, ridiculously handsome, and you were about to ruin any chance you had with him, even in the worlds ugliest work uniform.

“Baby beluga,” you sing softly, “Baby beluga,” Sana wipes her tears, away, totally focused on you, “Is the water warm, is your daddy home, with you, so happy, baby, beluga,” Bakugou watches Sana soften and reach for you, singing along.

“Baby, beluga, in the deep blue sea,” she sings, “Swim so wild and and you swim so free.” She turns back to Bakugou, “Your turn daddy!”

“Alright, Sana,” he rasps, “Let the lady do her job.”

“Can we come back later? Please?” She begs. He looks at you carefully.

“You won’t get into trouble?” He asks, eyes narrowing and you laugh.

“Of course not.” You smile warmly, “Besides, you risk your life every day for us. I think I can risk a talking to from my boss if you forget to post about being here.” He nods.

“I’ll have my manager take care of it,” He shifts Sana’s weight in muscled arms, looking even larger somehow with his daughter in them. “Seven?” You nod, and there’s a noise as more people start coming down the manta ray hallway in search of the number two pro hero.

“There’s a backdoor.” You say quickly, and he nods gratefully. You lead him around a corner into the empty gift shop, moving briskly through the racks of multi colored t-shirts and stuffed animals. Sana grabs a beluga whale plushie just as people start to filter into the gift shop, so you pick up the pace, pushing the metal door to the exit open.

“Put that back,” Bakugou hisses, as the crowd of people moves closer.

“It’s fine.” you say quickly, looking at the people taking pictures. “I’ll pay for it.”

“I can’t let you-” He growls.

“Get out,” you say pointedly, customer service smile never leaving your face, “Seriously, she doesn’t like the cameras.” He looks sharply down at Sana, who’s cowering against his chest. “She told me.” You say urgently and he nods,

“Thank you.” He darts out the exit into the mid afternoon sun.

“Why do people do that?” Sana sniffs, taking a fistful of his t-shirt. “I hate going places with you daddy.” There’s a silence, Bakugou holds her tightly enough so that she can’t look up and see the wetness in his eyes.

“I dunno, sweetheart.” he says after a long moment. “We’ll come back okay? Tonight.” She nods slowly. “Hey,” he coos, as she snuggles her new stuffed animal, “That fella got a name?” She nods.

“If it had teeth I’d name it after Uncle Kirishima,” She considers, “But it’s so soft,” She squeezes it tightly. “What do you think of ummmm,” she pauses, “SOFIA, like SOFIA THE FIRST!” He laughs lightly.

“We’ll have fun tonight, okay, no people, just you and me and uh,”

“Y/n.” She finishes happily. “With the bubble quirk.” Bakugou nods, the image of your soft smile, and how embarrassed you’d looked singing in front of him tattooed on the back of his eyelids. He thinks now, of the way you’d just shoved yourself in front of Sana when you thought he was a strange man barreling towards a lost girl.

“Y/n.” He repeats. “Yeah, and the belugas.”

“Of course,” She rolls her eyes, “Daddy the belugas will be there because that’s where they live!” He nods and lets her squirm out of his arms, leading her back to his car. At 6:15 Bakugou’s in the bathroom, shaving, while Sana plays with her toys. He listens to the way she gives each stuffed animal their own voice, and hears her words from earlier echo in his head. I hate going places with you daddy. He swallows, examining his face in the mirror, his scars, the dark circles under his eyes, the white hairs mixed in with the blonde. He warms some hair wax on his hands, styling his undercut carefully, unsure of who he’s doing it for.

He arrives 15 minutes early, according to the website, you close at 6:30 and he’s relieved to see only a couple cars in the parking lot. Sana bounces excitedly next to him as you push the heavy door open.

“I’m early.” He says, and you smile brightly.

“I had a feeling you might be,” you wave them inside, “Sana are you ready for the exclusive tour?”

“Yes!” She squeals, dancing in her little plastic jelly shoes, the ones with glitter that she’d begged for for Christmas. Bakugou follows easily as you lead them into the huge entrance hallway. “Wait!” She says, her little voice bouncing off the marble columns and high ceilings. “Why do we get the special tour?” Bakugou is about to jump in when you speak

“Your daddy’s a special guy.” She nods sagely.

“I know.” She whispers conspiratorially. “He saves people.” You laugh, it coruscates across the empty space, the sound sweet and pure, stirring something in Bakugou’s chest that he’d considered long dead. It reminded him of sweaty palms in classrooms, of thumping music at a party he didn’t want to be at, of the sound of a chair scraping against the restaurant floor on a first date. It felt like that, but better. Warmer.

“Let’s keep going,” you point to the huge replica of a killer whale hanging from the ceiling, “Can you tell me what that is?”

“That’s SHAMUU!” She says, and you smile.

“That’s right!” You take them through the main room, stopping and explaining, Bakugou watches silently, when you talk you gesture wildly, as if you’re spelling the words out with your hands. You’re in the Manta ray tunnel, the lights lower than earlier, creating an odd blue ambiance.

“What do you know about manta rays Sana?” You ask and she thinks about it.

“Manta Ray’s are gentle giants,” She says, like a scientific authority. “They like to make friends with divers and snorkelers, they’re very curious.” You beam at her.

“That’s right!” One swims right above your head and a shadow passes over the three of you, Sana jumps and curls herself around your bare leg, Bakugou takes a step forward to remove her, to apologize, but you reach down and ruffle her hair. “It’s okay, gentle giants, remember,” she nods and you squat down to her level, “It’s okay to be afraid, but take a step closer for me, he just wants to get to know you.” Sana nods, chewing her lip, releasing you and moving towards the glass in the tunnel. She presses her hand to the glass, and the manta ray comes closer, examining her. She laughs nervously and you look up at Bakugou meaningfully. He swallows, remembering himself, getting down on his daughter’s level.

“What uh,” he asks, “What else do you know about Manta Rays?”

“They can swim up to 22 miles per hour,” She breathes, as the brown creature comes closer to her, inquisitive. “They have huge brains, and they probably talk to each other somehow, but we haven’t figured out how they communicate.” You stand back up, inching away from this intimate moment. She squeals loudly when the animal comes right up to glass, resting its belly on it, right above her hand. Bakugou reaches out, covering his daughter’s hand with his own, as the manta ray flutters it’s huge wings. “Wow,” She says quietly. “Have you ever seen anything like this?” Bakugou opens his mouth, looking for words.

“No.” He says eventually. Sana’s attention snaps to you, waiting quietly in the low light, a few steps ahead of them in the tunnel.

“You too,” Sana orders, “You touch too, please.” She juts her chin out and Bakugou swallows.

“Sana, she doesn’t have to-”

“It’s okay.” You say quickly. You press your hand on the glass next to his.

“No,” Sana whines, “Under daddy’s so that the sizes make sense.” You laugh lightly, Bakugou withdraws his hand,

“You don’t have to do what she says.” He growls, and you shake your head.

“That’s just not true.” You put your hand on top of hers, the Manta Ray centers itself on that point and stays there. Bakugou reaches out, and covers your hand with his own. Your skin is soft, nails unpainted and short, he imagined for touch tank related reasons. “Your hands are huge.” The words fall from your mouth before you can stop them, and Bakugou smirks. “I mean,” you flush, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He shrugs. The Manta Ray loses interest then and so does Sana, ripping her hand away and tearing off down the hallway.

“It’s BELUGA TIME,” She yells, and you jog to keep up with her, Bakugou close behind. The whale room looks different at night, most of the light coming from the tanks, the huge white belugas more active, zipping around the tank. She takes off running, doing laps in front of the huge tank, dancing and twirling. “Sing the song!” She begs, without looking at you.

“Oh Ah,” You look over at Bakugou,

“She doesn’t have to, Sana,” Bakugou calls.

“But YOOOOOUUUU DO!!!” Sana calls, turning around, a familiar wicked smile on her face.

“She looks so much like you.” You murmur, turning to the pro hero, whol looks down at you, a hint of desperation on his face.

“What are the fuckin’ words?” He hisses. Your face burns.

“It’s um,” you start to sing, “Baby beluga in the deep blue sea,” She giggles happily, “You swim so wild, and you swim so free, heaven above and the sea below, and a little white whale on the go,” you turn to Bakugou, prompting him to join you on the chorus. “Baby, beluga,” you sing and to your shock, he joins you in a tone deaf rasp.

“Baby, beluga,” He sings, “Is the water warm, is your daddy home,” a lump forms in his throat as his daughters laughs spiral towards the ceiling, “With you, so happy,” You see his eyes get misty, and quickly move to distract Sana.

“Hey Sana,” You call, waving your hand in a wide arc, making a huge long bubble, “Does this look like a beluga to you?” She screams loudly, running back over to where you’re standing with Bakugou. He watches his daughter lean up to pop the bubble you made, and then she takes off down the hallway towards the penguins. You follow her, Bakugou matching your strides.

“You got a license for that shit?” He asks quietly and you laugh.

“Gonna report me?” He shakes his head.

“Thank you.” He stares off at Sana, jumping around. “I didn’t uh, plan on having kids.” You nod, listening. “I wish I could give her, more normal things, like this.”

“Are you kidding?” You turn to him, eyes wide and sad, “I would have killed to have my father take me to the aquarium at all.” You smooth your hair, modulating your tone. “You’re trying, I mean. That matters.”

“Huh.” He says, and you shrug then follow Sana to the penguins, pointing out the different species of them, all while wringing his favorite sound from his daughter, bright explosive laughter.

The rest of the tour is uneventful beyond Sana’s dramatic gasps, and the way she cowers behind her father at the hammerhead sharks. She’s tearing through the gift shop with a fervor when you turn to Bakugou again, speaking very quietly as she digs through a big bin of polished shells.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” He looks at you sharply, inspecting your face, your inquisitive eyes, perfect lips, the way your hair framed your face, surely he’d remember you if he’d met you before. “You actually,” you laugh nervously, “You saved my life.” He blinks at you. “It must have been your first or second year out of school but um, there was a villain robbing a bank, and I was inside.” You shrug, “I maybe, sixteen, and you came in, all confidence and power and the whole thing was over in a few minutes.” He searches his memory for that day, remembering the bank, and the tentacled villain, and, oh yes,

“You were hiding behind the couch.” He rasps, the scene vivid in his mind, it was one of the first times he’d been on the front of every paper, back then, it had felt like the ultimate victory.

“I was so afraid.” You say, “M-mr. Dynamight,” He scoffs.

“Bakugou.”

“Right, um,” Bakugou,” you look up at him, “You know when she’s memorizing those facts and spouting them, she’s not showing off for me,” he crosses his arms, looking away, “She wants you to be impressed with her.” There’s a silence. “Not to overstep.”

“‘S fine.” He grunts, remembering the stuffed animal, fumbling for his wallet, “How much for the stupid plushie whale?”

“That’s not necessary.”

“I’ll rephrase. Tell me how much the fuckin’ toy was.” He says, staring down at you. You jump a little at his coarse language, but Sana’s not in earshot.

“F-fifteen dollars.” You get out, immediately embarrassed by your stutter. He peels a twenty from his wallet. “And the post.”

“I emailed my manager, she’s taking care of it.” Bakugou responds. He eyes the sinking sun. “Is one of those cars out front yours?” You shake your head.

“I take the bus.”

“Today you don’t.” He says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll give you a ride.”

“That’s so kind of you.” You fidget a little. “I live pretty far though.” He shrugs.

“She sleeps in the car. You’d be doin’ me a favor.” You let out a long breath.

“Ah, alright.” Sana is dancing around the exit while the two of them wait for you to get your things.

“She’s nice daddy.” Sana says. “And she said I could come back and see the beluga’s anytime.” Bakugou nods. “And maybe, if she came around more, mommy wouldn’t worry about you being so lonely.” Her words hit him like a sucker punch.

“Mommy uh, Mommy worries about me?”

“Yeah,” Sana says, nodding, “I do too.” He swallows, plucking her off her feet.

“You never need to worry about me,” He rumbles, “Remember, daddy’s the strongest,” he tickles her and she giggles, kicking her little legs, “And the smartest,” she laughs harder as he lifts her up and blows a raspberry into her soft stomach, “And?” He waits for her to finish.

“The best hero ever!” She squeals loudly, reaching her little hands out for him, he nestles her against his broad chest. You come out, in a sweet little sundress that fits at your waist and then floats down around your thighs. He does some math at light speed, if you were sixteen when he’d ended that bank heist then you were, five years younger than him? So when he’d had his first kiss, you’d been in middle school, when he’d gotten married you’d been in high school, when he’d-”

“Ah, Mr. um,” you catch yourself at his scowl, “Bakugou, I’m ready, if you want to go.” He nods, leading you out to his car, a sleek black luxury model that flew just underneath the radar.

“What neighborhood are you in?”

“Uh, downtown, by the bridge?” He unlocks the car and it beeps softly, he waits until Sana is clipped into her seatbelt and the car door is closed before turning to you.

“That’s a shitty area.” You shrug.

“We’re not all pro heroes.” He walks around the car and for a moment you’re confused, but then you realize he’s opened your door for you. “Oh, um,” your face warms, “Thanks.”

“You look shocked.” He says dryly, as you swing into the seat. He moves around the car quickly, settling into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah,” You laugh lightly, “Guys my age don’t do things like that.” He nods, at the press of a button, the engine hums to life.

“Mind if I drop her off first?” Bakugou palms the steering wheel, expertly navigating out of the nearly empty parking lot, “My ex loses it if she’s late.”

“Of course, that’s fine.” You say, as smoothly as you’re able, palms slick as you think of the idea of being alone, in the car, with the handsomest man you’d ever seen. Even the way he drove was attractive, the subtle scent of whatever cologne he was wearing wafting through the small space, changing lanes decisively, the engine letting out a low roar when he accelerated. One hand rests on the console, inches from your thigh.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Sana inquires from the backseat, the wicked smile you recognized from early posters of Dynamight on her face again.

“Sana,” Bakugou cautions, looking over his shoulder before merging onto the highway. “We don’t ask people that.” You laugh.

“It’s alright, Sana, I don’t.”

“Did you EVER have a boyfriend?” She pushes, and Bakugou glares at her in the rearview mirror while she ignores him.

“Yeah,” Bakugou’s eyes move to your hands, doing a nervous little dance in your lap. “He wasn’t my prince charming,” You say, twisting in your seat to face the little girl, reaching for words she’ll understand.

“What was wrong with him?” Sana asks, fascinated.

“Sana,” Bakugou says again, “You don’t have to answer that.” He turns to you. “You’ve indulged her plenty.”

“That’s ok!” You coo, making a big distracting bubble. “Some people, you know, are not so nice,” You explain, as the bubble floats through the back of the car, and she watches it.

“Like the villains daddy fights!”

“Yes,” You agree, “Like that.”

“Did you know my daddy is a hero?” She asks, sitting up in her seat a little. “The best one ever.” Bakugou grins despite himself.

“I did know that!” You respond, and she yawns loudly.

“I am, SO tired.” She announces to the car, “Daddy I’m gonna go RIGHT to sleep.” He chuckles deeply.

“Yeah, I’m sure mommy will be thrilled to hear that.”

“Gonna sleep so fast there won’t be ANY time for vegetables,” She explains, winking at you.

“Ahh,” You nod, “I understand.”

“Vegetables are delicious,” Bakugou counters, “And Sana always finishes them when she’s with daddy.”

“Daddy, your food is better!” Sana complains, yawning again, “Daddy’s the best cook.” She closes her eyes, the hum of the car and the excitement of the day too much for her. There are a few minutes of silence, you turn back around and watch the city flash by.

“You in school?” He asks, and you nod.

“I’m doing my masters in Marine Biology, so I work at the aquarium a few days a week when I’m not studying.” Bakugou searches his mind for topics, for maybe the first time in his life he’s desperate to make conversation, to draw you out a little before he lets you go. He reaches down and turns the radio on low. To his delight you let out a soft coo,

“I love this song.” He nods, he’s never heard the soft strumming of the guitar, but your face warms like a candle.

“Bad breakup?” He asks, and then kicks himself, was there such thing as a good breakup? Fuck he was so-

“Yeah.” You pause. “He um, he had a drinking problem.” Sana’s snoring softly in the back. “And some other problems.” Bakugou shakes his head, a shadow moving over your face as he turns onto his ex wife’s street.

“Mommy had some problems too.” He says, eyes flicking to Sana in the backseat. “But I wouldn’t change it.” Your jaw sets.

“I don’t think about the past like that.” You mumble, “I mean, I like to analyze, or maybe over analyze, but I, I mean, I’m who I am, right, because of it. I don’t know any other version of myself.” He nods, but you continue. “I think, I’m so terrified of making a mistake and screwing up my whole life.”

“It’s harder than you think,” He rasps quietly, “To ruin your own life, most things, start as mistakes, but end up feeling like choices.” He parallel parks in front of the stately marble building he pays rent for but seldom steps foot in.

“Can you park here?” You wonder out loud, and Bakugou smirks.

“I park wherever the fuck I want.” He gets out, scooping Sana out of her seat and closing the door with his hip. You’re only alone for a few minutes but it’s enough time for you to completely lose your grip on reality, to wonder, what the fuck you were doing in Dynamight’s car, what you were doing telling his daughter about your shitty ex, why you’d offered to stay late just on instinct, why he’d even come? Your pulse races, he wasn’t flirting with you, not a nobody, not someone who looked like you, who had barely bothered to do their makeup, men like him, they dated models, and famous philanthropists. He was just being nice. He had to be.

In the elevator coming down from dropping his daughter off, Bakugou doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He tries shoving them in the pockets of his jeans, but that feels wrong, and crossing them feels strange, but he’s too keyed up to let them hang at his side. He sees you before you see him, you look so genuinely nervous, eyes huge and unfocused, he almost gives up right there. His feet however, still carry him to the front seat of his car.

“Downtown, you said?” He asks.

“Yep.” There’s a brief pause before you speak quickly. “I shouldn’t have, you know, talked about my ex, that was weird.”

“I asked.”

“I mean, yes you did, but I still feel like it was weird, I mean I’m some random Aquarium employee who you met a few hours ago, I shouldn’t be just, like, sharing-”

“I asked.” He says again, looking over at you. “Because I wanted to know.”

“Oh.” There’s another pause. “You’re different now, than you seemed, I guess, when you were younger.”

“I’m older now.” He says, and then kicks himself again, he shouldn’t be drawing attention to the age gap, and what the fuck kind of a response was that, I’m older now? What were you supposed to say? Instead of speaking, you turn the radio up. “I know this song,” he blurts out, and you laugh.

“Because it’s old,” and he swats at you on instinct, you giggle and avoid his halfhearted attempt, “It is!” You protest, leaning on the console. “Won’t you, take me by the hand, take me somewhere new, don’t know who you are, but I, I’m with you,” you sing along, and he shakes his head.

“At least it’s good Avril Lavigne.” He mutters. “Not whatever the shit girlfriend was.” You nod, looking out the window again, and he wracks his brain for something to draw you back to him.

“Do you uh, have any siblings?” Lame.

“Yeah,” You say, turning back to him. “A younger brother.”

“So you’re the oldest?”

“Yep,” You confirm, “The pseudo parent.” You scoot a little closer to him as he looks down to turn his signal on. “Do you want more kids?”

“I didn’t even want one.” Bakugou says honestly, “But now that I’ve got her I want a million of those little fuckers, she just,” He laughs, “She’s got me wrapped around her damn finger. Best thing that ever happened to me.”

“That’s so lovely,” You sigh happily, “I think I want a bunch too, and a house somewhere quiet by the ocean, maybe.”

“With someone who opens car doors?” He rips his eyes from the road and allows himself one second of looking at your legs before focusing again.

“Well gentlemen are an endangered species.” You take your phone out, “Do you want to hear what’s waiting for me on this dating app?” He grins.

“Yeah, let’s hear what the extra’s think is gonna win you over.” You hold up one finger and read.

“Hey baby,” You say, “How do you like your eggs in the morning?” Bakugou snorts and catches a wicked glint in your eye, “Should I say, unfertilized.”

“He’s not worth the caloric energy you’d burn typing that response.” He says, making a wide left turn. “What makes a guy, a gentleman, to you?” He rasps, keeping his voice casual. “Ya lookin’ for someone who’ll bring ya flowers and write ya poetry?” You giggle.

“No,” you take a deep breath and let it out through your nose, “This is so lame, you can’t make fun of me.”

“I do not promise that.” He says. “Don’t say somethin’ stupid and I won’t mock ya for it.”

“Okay, okay,” You speak again, gesturing like you did earlier when you were giving the tour, “I’m the oldest sibling, I’m responsible, and smart, and I would like for once in my life, to be the person being taken care of rather than the other way around. I want,” you pause, thinking, “I want to be with someone who is always thinking like, what can I do to make her smile, to make her life better, because that’s how I am, and I just, never found someone who matches me there.”

“Huh.” He says.

“Go ahead.” You stick your chin out. “Mock me.”

“Can’t.” He says, frowning. “Too sincere.”

“I also hope he’s tall.” You quip, and Bakugou laughs harshly,

“Think one of those two things is gonna be easier to find than the other.” You flip through the dating app. “Those are shit, by the way.”

“I work too much to meet people any other way.” You sigh. “Sorry, this isn’t what you signed up for, when you offered to drive me home, I’d give myself 0 stars on uber for oversharing.”

“You edit a lot.” he says gruffly.

“Yeah, I’m um,” You touch the back of your neck, “Maybe the most nervous I’ve ever been.”

“Because of me?” He asks, looking over at you, measuring the warmth of your cheeks, your soft smile, the slight tremor of your hands. “Are you cold?”

“Um, yes, and no.”

“Your hands are shaking.”

“I’m nervous!” He pulls up to a red light, bathing both of your faces in crimson.

“Why?” He asks, “Because I’m a hero?” You swallow, close your eyes and throw caution to the wind.

“Because I was gonna maybe ask you inside for a drink, but um, if you’re gonna say no, then I didn’t ask.” His heart thrums in his chest.

“If I’m gonna say no you didn’t ask?” He repeats, just to watch you crumple with embarrassment, adorable. “Relax, princess, I’m comin’ up.” You lift your head.

“You’re terrible.” You say with a warm smile, and he matches it. “I mean it.” He reaches over and pats your knee, unsure what possessed him to touch you, but unable to stop.

“You ain’t seen nothin’.”

“I’m a little messy, heads up,” you confess, and he shrugs. “And I only have whiskey.”

“Tryna get me drunk?” He asks, slowing down as he enters your neighborhood.

“No!” You protest, “No I promise I’m not-”

“Relax,” He says again, “I’m just pushin’ your buttons.” You cross your arms and huff. “You really just jumped in front of Sana today,” He says after a moment.

“I didn’t think about it.” You say honestly. “Now I feel silly, if you did want to take her, I’m fairly certain there’s nothing I could do about it. You look at his defined biceps and thick forearms. “Oh, here.” You point and he frowns. This isn’t just a crappy neighborhood, it’s a dangerous one. Your building is in disrepair, bricks crumbling down into the ally , the air condition unit drips on the dirty sidewalk. He parks quickly and gets out of the car, and gets do your door so quickly that he’s able to shut it on you when you try to open it yourself.

“What did I tell you?” He grins, “I open the doors around here.” Your stomach does a backflip.

“R-right.” He offers you a hand, lifting you out of his car, and not releasing it as you move towards the building. He watches you fumble with your keys, and where you would have struggled to open the sticking door in the humidity he’s able to wrench it open with one firm yank. “Thank you.” You murmur, and you lead him up the dark stairway, the building smells like cigarettes, your footsteps are muffled on the filthy brown carpet. There’s a faint buzzing from fluorescent light in the hallway. and it flickers a little. You wince when you finally get to the door, “I know the building’s depressing but,” You open your door, “I think my place is nice.” He ducks his head to get through the door, the ceilings here are low, clearly in violation of some building code. Your apartment is messy, strewn with books and papers, a couple plants on the window sill, he recognizes fresh basil, the rest must be herbs. The light is soft and yellow when you flick it on, and the colors are warm and inviting. You slip your bag off your shoulder and it’s hard to focus on anything else when you bend down in front of him, he heard the clang of glass and you pop back up with a bottle of whiskey.

“That’s shit.” He says, shaking his head, but you just giggle.

“More for me.”

“Get me a glass.” He orders, and to his surprise you nod, padding into your kitchen and taking two mugs from the cabinet. “Don’t you have glasses?” He asks and you shrug.

“Nope.” You pour each of you a hearty serving then gesture to the couch, handing him his mug. “Sorry to make the number two hero rough it.”

“I can handle it.” He takes a sip of the whiskey, and manages not to wince. “I’m more worried about you, princess,” He says lowly, watching you sip the liquor like it’s water.

“I’ll be fine.” You mumble. “Sorry, really, that my place isn’t so nice.”

“I like it.” He says, scooting closer to you on the couch, and willing his hands not to sweat as he reaches for you. He slips an arm around your shoulders, you’re sitting with your knees tucked into your chest.

“Do you um,” he’s so close to you, you can count every freckle on the bridge of his nose, “Want to watch tv?” He snorts, setting his mug on the table.

“Fuck no,” He breathes, before reaching out and cupping your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can I, uh,” he feels so stupid, in his youth, he’d have just pinned you down, he’d have one hand around your neck by now, “Can I kiss you?” You nod, lifting your head to his.

“Please,” you breathe, and presses his lips to yours and then sucks gently on your lower lip, his hold on your face gentle but firm, guiding you. With his free hand, he takes your drink and sets it on the coffee table, then his hands drop to your waist, lifting you with a soft grunt, so that you’re facing him in his lap, straddling him on your knees. His hands drop to squeeze your ass, your thighs, letting out a soft groan at the give in them, before bringing one of them to the small of your back to move your hips against his.

Your head is spinning, mind swimming, as your face gets warmer and your need grows, you gasp softly into his mouth, and he slips his hands under your shirt, palming your breasts, first through your bra, but quickly losing patience with it, taking it in two hands and tearing the fabric like paper.

“Bakugou,” You gasp, more surprised than annoyed, but he just grins.

“I’ll get ya somethin’ nicer.” He flicks his calloused hands over your nipples and watches your delicious reaction, your pupils dilating, your soft lips parting, he could watch this for hours. You suck on your pouty lower lip for a second when he pinches them softly, it’s like you’ve never been touched before, you’re so sensitive. “Fuck,” He growls, when you mewl for him, “Get this shit off.” You nod emphatically, flopping on your back to take your t-shirt off while he pulls your leggings off and yanks your plain cotton panties to your ankles. You go to sit up but he snaps, “Don’t move,” and tugs his own shirt off, revealing layers of scarred, tanned muscle. You must show your desire on your face because he smirks.

“Like what ya see?” You look away, embarrassed he caught you staring, but he climbs on top of you, catching your chin in one hand, “You look so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he says, “Do’ya do this often,” and you squirm more underneath him, “Pick up dads at the playground?”

“No-ohhh,” you sigh through your denial when he buries his face in your neck, his rough tongue on your soft skin, kissing and biting, bringing pleasure with just the edge of pain, “I didn’t think you’d,” you cut yourself off with another moan when he slots a thigh between yours, and presses it firmly against your sex, “Fuck, I didn’t, think you’d-”

“You didn’t think,” he laughs, trailing his lower lip across your skin, taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make you breathe in sharply and arch your back, “That I started thinkin’ about how much you’d cream on my cock while you were squirmin’ in my front seat?” You whimper and grind your hips against his thigh, “Needy little slut,” he growls, sticking two fingers in your mouth, “Suck.”

You hollow out your cheeks and he watches in awe as he pushes them further between your perfect lips, flicking your tongue over his digits, eyes wide and opium blown.

“That’s it,” He grunts, “Get ‘em nice and wet for me.” He pushes a little farther, and finally gets what he wants, triggering your gag reflex, making your hips buck underneath him, your throat convulse, and tears well in your eyes. “Good girl,” He says, in the softest tone of voice he’s capable of taking his soaked fingers and trailing them up your slit, he notices you soften a little at the words. “You like that?” You blink at him and he slaps your thigh, “I asked you a fuckin’ question, you like it when I tell you you’re my good girl?” Your mouth drops open as he choses that moment to part your folds, stealing the air from your lungs by way of dipping his middle finger into your burning core.

“Fuck,” you chirp, “Yes, yes I like it.” He pumps his fingers in and out of you a couple times, and you roll your hips against his hand, he curls them inside of you and you moan loudly, “Daddy please,” you squeal as he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit.

“Daddy,” he repeats in a low growl, “You filthy fuckin’ thing,” He leans down and speaks directly in your ear, wedging himself between the body and the couch, “Spent the day with me and my daughter and now that I’m knuckle deep in your cunt you wanna call me daddy?” Tears burn in your eyes, you whimper, he’s pressing against that bundle of nerves with every thrust now, your thighs are trembling, “Go on then, cum all over daddy’s fingers, you dirty,” his teeth graze your earlobe, “fuckin’ slut.” Your orgasm rips through you, and you cry the loveliest half choked sobs, curling into his body. He rubs your back, trailing his fingertips over your skin, making you shiver.

You look up at him, with soft, wet eyes, and take his hand, bringing it to your lips. He watches, transfixed as you gently lick his fingers clean.

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” he breathes, when he can speak again, “You wanna be daddy’s good girl?” You squirm underneath him and he chuckles. “Nah, you’re not gettin’ away that easy.” He sits up, moving you with him, sitting you gently on his lap. He unzips his dark jeans, and hooks his thumbs in his boxers, pulling them down, letting them fall to his ankles. His cock springs loose, thick and heavy, slapping against his abs.

“Oh, my god,” The words fall from your lips before you can stop them.

“Think ya can take it?” He asks, sitting up and pressing his forehead to yours. “Think you can handle daddy’s fat fuckin’ cock?” You roll your eyes and he chuckles dangerously, catching your face roughly in a calloused hand. “Now was that a good idea?”

“N-no, probably,” you get out, his hand squishing your cheeks, muffling your words.

“Good guess,” he snarls, releasing you and rubbing the head of his cock against your softness, pressing it directly against your clit which is still throbbing from your orgasm. You feel just the head of it at first, and you hiss as eases into you, pressing down on your hips as you sink down on his length.

“Fuck,” you choke out, “You’re s’big,” he guides your hips, lifting you an inch up and and slamming you back down so hard you cry out, burying your face in his neck.

“Too much?” He asks lowly,

“Don’t stop,” You beg, breathless, “Please,”

“Squeezin’ me so tight,” He groans, “Relax a little,” he moves his hips, bouncing you experimentally, delighting in the soft broken gasps spilling from your lips into his neck. “That’s it,” He growls, “Atta girl,” He picks up the pace a little, grabbing a fistful of your ass and then slapping it hard, “Atta fuckin’ girl.” You lean back a little, lifting your head and kissing him as he fucks you hard, hips slapping against yours with every thrust. Your hands tangle in his straw hair, and he lets out a low rumble when you pull, “Harder,” he orders, bouncing you faster, until your breath is coming in short little gasps between moans, completely undone in front of him.

“D-daddy,” You warble, giving in, collapsing against him, “Need to cum again.”

“Now that she needs to cum I’m daddy again, huh?” He lets out a sharp breath, “Fuck, though you’ve got a tight little pussy,” he moves you, pressing his forehead to yours again, so that he can look directly into your eyes. “Gonna let daddy take care of you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” You chant, nodding emphatically, “Please,”

“Gonna be daddy’s sweet little cocksleeve?”

“Mhm, yes, please, daddy,” You mewl.

“Fuck,” He snarls, thrusts getting sporadic as he nears his own high, leaning forward and biting down on your neck, “Cum for me.” He snaps, and you clench down on him, cunt fluttering around him as you cry, and as he rakes his nails down your back, letting you milk him dry. For a few minutes there’s only breathing, he draws patterns on your soft skin. “Good girl.” He whispers, breaking the silence. You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him. You stay like that, resting, breathing until Bakugou feels you shiver, and moves a little, waking you up.

“Oi,” He murmurs, “Time to put some clothes on, huh princess?” You swallow. Of course, you think, he got what he came for. You nod, climbing off of him, legs shaking as you pull your panties back on, and step into your leggings. You pick up your ruined bra. “Toss it,” he orders, “I’ll get you somethin’ nicer.”

“You don’t have to.” You say, and he bristles at the edge in your voice.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.” You say, disappearing down the hallway to find clothes.

“Uh, uh,” He follows you, pulling up his pants and boxers, leaning against your door frame as you dig in your dresser. “What’s goin’ on?”

“You just um,” You speak without turning around, “You can go if that’s what you want.” He laughs harshly.

“Is that what this is about?” You’re wiggling into another bra and he frowns.

“I don’t like that one either.”

“Could it be you just like my tits out?” He steps into your bedroom, wrapping his thick scarred arms around you.

“Are ya poutin’ because you thought I don’t wanna stay the night?” He says in a low rasp.

“I would understand-”

“Oh, I’m not sleeping here.” He says meanly, and your shoulders droop so immediately that he can’t tease you for another second, “Because we’re going back to my place, you fuckin’ moron.” He flicks your forehead then shudders, “I don’t wanna find out what your cheap ass mattress is gonna do to my old man back.” He picks you up, holding you by the thighs while you avoid eye contact, “And in the mornin’ I’ll make you the best damn breakfast you’ve ever eaten, so smile for me or somethin’ dumbass?”

“I don’t eat breakfast.” You mumble and he shakes his head.

“You do now princess.” He tosses you roughly onto your bed. “So get your shit, because we’re leaving.”

“You seriously don’t have to pretend you want-”

“If you say that again,” Bakugou scowls, annoyed, “I swear to god I’ll take you right over my fuckin’ knee.” You blanch. “Or would ya like that too much? Gonna soak right through your panties for me? Tch.”

“Well I mean technically speaking, my panties are wet, because,” Something hits him.

“You’re on birth control, yeah?” You snort.

“Yeah, Bakugou.”

“No need to look so relieved.” He puts you down. “Betcha’d like it if I locked you down, huh?” You swat at him halfheartedly searching your closet for some pajamas resembling lingerie. “Also uh,” He pauses, “‘S Katsuki.” You shove some clothes into a beg, and he waits for you while you grab your things from the bathroom. He leads you down the stairs, out of your crappy apartment, into his sports car. He speeds through the city, taking tight turns and running yellow lights, one hand on the wheel and one hand on your thigh.

He pulls up in front of his building, and you reach for the car door but think better of it.

“Good girl,” He coos condescendingly, “She’s learning.” He takes his time walking around the car, opening the door for you and helping you to your feet before tossing the keys to his building’s valet, draping an arm around your neck. Your sneakers look out of place on the shining marble floors, and when you see your reflection in the closing elevator doors it’s distorted. He runs his wallet over a sensor, and it beeps, flying you up to the penthouse floor. You step into his apartment, and gasp at the view of the city from his floor to ceiling windows, but you only have a second to marvel in the darkness because he’s snatching you up, and carrying you down the hall to his bedroom, with soft grey sheets and the blinds closed.

“You can drool at the view in the mornin’.” He growls and you reach for your bag.

“I brought stuff to um, sleep in.” You mumble and he relents, stepping out of his jeans, and putting on a clean pair of boxers before flopping on his bed, watching you strip, body glowing in the low light. You slip on a pink satin tank top and high waisted shorts, and turn to him, unconsciously asking for his approval.

“C’mere,” he says, lifting his arm, and you dive under the covers, shivering. “He tucks your chin under his head. “Meant it by the way earlier, no take backs.” Your eyelids are drooping and you’re so warm and comfortable that you almost don’t question it. He hooks a leg around yours trapping your thigh between his.

“What?”

“Said you’d let me take care of you.” He mutters.

“Oh.” You tighten your grip on his arm. “You were serious, about that?” You can practically feel his eyeroll as he tightens his grip on you.

“’Course I was. Now go the fuck to sleep.”