Warnings: Cheating, dubcon, alcohol (jungle juice), a little bit of dom/sub bc of Iwa, Reader is called good girl and princess, doll, mentions of eventual foursome
a/n: I was originally going to just write this one, but I was convinced to write two fics for this collab. There is no beta reader besides Shae reading it well before it was complete, therefore the ending might be a bit shit. Any who, enjoy Iwa and reader at a frat party <3
(skate rat?) matsukawa issei x fem!reader | w.c 2.5k
a/n: FUCK ok here’s my fic for da whorehouse collab <3 yes it is a sequel to flavor of the month, same reader, makki + mattsun, back at it again,,, cuck makki 2021 i guess <3 i’m so sorry it’s late, also sorry if the “smut” is uh,,,, bad ksjdfhk i did not edit this, and no beta we die like goons
alternative title: hot babysitter face fucks best friend’s wife
18+ adults
warnings:CHEATING (reader is married to makki), kids (they’re just there idk reader is a mom), degradation,face-fucking,choking, slight injury
Summary:Jensen is Y/N’s favourite client, but a shocking turn of events leads to interesting thrills, deep secrets and an outcome no one could predict.
Rating:18+
PartTags:smut, shower sex, sensual sex, cheating, creampie, mentions of escorting, angst, fluff, daddy kink, more angst, bitchiness
You moan as the warm water trickles over your skin, soaking into your aching muscles. You feel large hands grip your hips, pulling you back into him and you giggle softly.
“Again?” you tease, reaching for the shower gel.
“Daddy’s not had enough,” he replies gruffly, making you giggle some more.
“You’ve never had enough.” You feel his teeth sink into the back of your shoulder softly and hum. “Careful, my dress is strapless.”
“You don’t want people to know I’ve claimed you?” he ponders, kissing up the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
“Because that won’t raise a lot of awkward questions,” you scoff.
You feel his cock slide through your thighs, and he reaches down and encourages you to squeeze them together, starting to rut between them, his length rubbing along your sex teasingly. You begin to moan, tipping your head back and resting it on his shoulder, and he takes the shower gel from you and lathers some into your breasts, and down your body.
“One last time before our time is up?” he asks quietly.
“Ye-yes, Daddy, please,” you beg unashamedly.
He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching between you and you widen your stance just a little to allow him room. He slides inside you with ease, stretching your already abused hole, making you gasp for air. Recently, this is the only feeling you’ve been craving. There’s nothing like it.
He fucks you slow and deep, almost sensual as he continues to grope your body, rolling his thumbs over your nipples. You’re already close to another orgasm, the muscles in your thighs weak and trembling from the countless other ones he’s given you the past few days. But you can’t stop yourself from climaxing yet again, making him moan as you clench around him.
“Make me feel so good, baby,” he hums. “Fuck, Daddy loves that cunt.” He reaches up, pushing your wet hair over your shoulder, kissing your cheek. “Want me to fill you up?”
You nod, your eyes fluttering closed, and he deepens his thrusts, holding himself still, trapping your body against his as he cums deep inside you, and when he pulls out, his spendings leak out onto the shower floor. He turns your face and kisses you deeply before stepping back, and then steps out of the shower completely. You quickly finish washing up and turn the water off, stepping out and into the towel he’s holding out for you, before kissing your forehead.
“We better get a move on, your Mom is back soon.”
You watch Jeff step out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, and you follow on, taking a deep breath.
“I thought it was bad luck to see your bride on your wedding day?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe.
“You think fucking her daughter isn’t bad luck enough?” Jeff scoffs, drying himself off with his towel and then reaching for his boxers on your floor.
“Why are you still marrying her?” you ask, curiously. Jeff’s made no secret about acknowledging that this marriage is a bad idea.
“Because, doll, when you get to my age, you just don’t really wanna be alone anymore.”
“You’re not alone, you’ve got me,” you tell him honestly, stepping closer to him.
“And you, sweetheart, as much as I adore you, have me and several other guys on your booty call list. Besides, you don’t want an old man like me.” Jeff kisses your forehead and then steps back, continuing to get dressed.
“What if I do?” you ask, seriously. “What if I only want you? No more booty calls, no wedding, just me and you.” You’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. It might’ve only been six weeks, but you’re definitely falling for the guy.
Jeff laughs you off, shaking his head. “I need to get ready, your Mom will kill me if I’m late to our wedding.”
You watch Jeff leave and sigh heavily, wondering if he’ll ever feel the same way about you.
You’re just finishing up your makeup when your cell rings – your workcell – and you see Jensen’s name flash on the screen. You frown slightly, picking it up.
“Hey,” you answer, grabbing your lipstick.
“Hey, so, what about tonight?”
“What about it?” you press, starting to paint your lips.
“A session,” he adds.
“Jensen it’s the wedding this evening,” you remind him, frowning slightly.
“So we’ll be in the same place, you’ve got a room at the hotel, don’t you?” he asks.
“I do, but so do you… with your wife.”
You know the whole reason he’s even asking you is because fucking you at this wedding with his wife just downstairs will really be the extra thrill Jensen’s been looking for since he sent Jeff that video. You’ve been keeping him at arm’s length since then. Jensen knows vaguely that things have happened between you and Jeff as a result of that video, but neither of you have really talked about it. Jensen changes the subject if you bring Jeff up at all at the moment, and you’re still not sure how upset you are with him for sending the video in the first place. He shouldn’t have betrayed your trust like that, but it did also bring you and Jeff together.
“So?” Jensen presses. “You cancelled on me this week, I need my fix with my favourite girl,” he reminds you, his voice a little more hushed. You can hear his wife calling in the background, asking him if he’s started getting ready for the wedding yet, and you roll your eyes. You should’ve known he’s started calling you with her around. “C’mon.”
“Not tonight, Jensen,” you insist. “I’ll try to find time for you this week. Now I need to get ready, my Mom will kill me if I’m the only bridesmaid that isn’t dressed.”
You huff as you put your work phone on silent and shut it in the drawer of your dresser, looking up at your dress hanging on the back of the door. You can’t let her marry Jeff, you just can’t.
You knock on the door and peek your head around it to find your mother alone, standing in front of the mirror in her dress.
“Y/N,” she calls out, “You’re not dressed.”
“Mom?” you press, stepping inside. “I need to tell you something.”
Your mother turns around, frowning slightly as she faces you. “What?”
She doesn’t sound impressed with your announcement, like she’s annoyed you’ve decided now is the time to talk to her about something. Like she’s ever home to talk to her otherwise. You’ve barely seen her since you’ve been back from college.
“Please don’t marry Jeff,” you beg.
She frowns but then scoffs. “Why?”
“Because he’s a great guy, one of the best, and he deserves more than a wife that’s marrying him for money.”
Your mother laughs and turns back around to look in the mirror. “Don’t be jealous, Y/N, I’m doing this for both of us. You like being rich, don’t you?”
“I make my own money,” you insist.
“How? You don’t have a job.”
You clench your jaw, realising you can’t tell her how.Fuck. You didn’t think this through. You need something to stop her marrying him.
“Just don’t marry him, Mom, please,” you beg again, trying to just get through her humanity, if she’s even got any left. But she seemed to shut that off when your father died.
“This isn’t a discussion, Y/N, I’m marrying him,” your mother insists abruptly.
“I’m fucking him,” you blurt out, your eyes wide at your own admission.
“What?”
It’s out there now, and maybe this is the thing that’ll stop her from marrying him and ruining his life. “Me and Jeff have been having sex behind your back, for weeks.”
Your mother turns around to look at you, frowning, and you don’t notice it until it’s too late. Your cheek stings from the slap, and your mother’s eyes are narrowed and dark when you finally look back at her, clutching your cheek with tears effortlessly spilling from your eyes.
“How fucking dare you,” she seethes quietly. “You selfish little bitch.”
“Mom, I’m sorry I–”
“How dare you try and make my day about you,” she continues, making you frown. She isn’t mad that you’re fucking her soon-to-be husband? You don’t understand, your head is spinning. “Do you think I give a shit who is fucking who? By the end of today he’s going to be my husband, and half of everything he has will be mine. And you’re not going to stop that. I could easily take your name off the guest list, if you disagree with this marriage that much.” She pauses, like she’s waiting for you to say something, but you’re speechless. “No? Then get in your fucking bridesmaid’s dress, and pretend to be happy for your own mother on her fucking wedding day.”
Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, degradation/humiliation, exhibitionism/semi-public sex, cum play, cheating/infidelity, age gap, mild allusion to violence at the end
A/N: Thanks for the request anon, I apologize for it taking as long as it has! I strayed a little from the request, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Perfectly manicured fingernails rake over toned muscles, the fading sun casting an orange glow to the sun-kissed skin. Soft blonde hair soaks with sweat. Tender lips nip at every inch of your skin they can find, moving non stop as filthy words flow from his mouth.
You shouldn’t be doing this. Putting Atsumu’s life at risk.
Sure, you’d spent the entire summer shamelessly flirting with the younger boy- man, he’d declare with a scowl if he could read your mind. You never imagined that all of your not-so-subtle actions would lead you here, pinned against the side of your pool house with his thick length dragging so deliciously along the walls of your soaked cunt.
“Such a fucking naughty girl. Ya get off on this shit don’t ya? Knowing yer husband is right out there, that he could walk in at any minute and catch ya here, stuffed full of my cock and crying like a fuckin’ virgin.”
Your head falls back against the wall, your pussy clenching down around him. He’s right after all- you do love this. The thrill of getting caught, sure, who doesn’t love a risky tryst every now and then. But what really does it for you is how absolutely huge he feels splitting you open. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Cock drunk on the satisfaction that comes from finally being filled, stretched to your limits. “Fuck, Daddy,” you pant, nails digging in more harshly against his skin. A hiss flies through his clenched teeth, but he doesn’t falter, pounding into you relentlessly.
“Or maybe ya get off knowin’ yer precious baby boy is out there. Ya can hear him, can’t ya? Laughin’ with his friends just on the other side o’ the pool. What would he think if he saw ya like this? If he realized his sweet little mommy was nothin’ more than another cockhungry, trophy whore? Maybe we should show him, hmmm? Show him what yer really like.”
It’s absurd the way you clench ever harder around him, so close to the brink of euphoria you can taste it. You should be appalled at the thought of your husband catching you, knowing that he’d make Atsumu disappear before the sun could finish setting. You should be mortified at the idea of your son seeing you split open like this, a puddle on the pool house floor from just how wet you are for his friend. But you only feel that needy desire coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. “P-please, Daddy,” you whine against his cheek, lips seeking his.
“How. the. Fuck. are. Ya. still. So. goddamn. Tight.” Atsumu barks out through gritted teeth, each word punctuated with a long, deep thrust as he batters your cervix. “Yer husband must be slackin’ for you to be like this. So wet. So tight. So fucking desperate.”
You can feel the pulse of his cock deep, the slap of his heavy balls against your ass as he moves even quicker within you. He’s close. The thought of him spilling within you, of walking around for the remainder of the party with his seed dripping from your abused cunt is what does it- pushing you over the edge into that glorious bliss you knew that he could bring you.
Atsumu is quick to follow suit, stilling as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your skin as he lets out the prettiest high pitched moan. It’s music to your ears, a sound you wish you’d spent the entire summer hearing on repeat.
He sets you gently to your feet, helping you pull up your discarded swim bottoms. His calloused palms slide against the smooth skin of your inner thigh, higher and higher until his finger tips are gliding through your folds, collecting the cum dripping out of you. He pushes it back inside, pressing an entirely too sweet kiss to your lips. His mischievous grin catches you off guard, eyes narrowing as you watch him press his cum covered fingers to your lips, spreading the sticky mixture across them. “Be a good little whore for yer Daddy and go give your husband a nice, wet kiss, yeah?”
He pulls up his swim shorts, walking away with an exaggerated wink thrown back over his shoulder. You peek out of the pool house window, careful to stay hidden from view. A goofy grin stretches across his swollen lips as he flops down onto the lounge chair beside his twin brother, leaning over to whisper something into the grey haired boy’s ear. Osamu’s eyes scrunch in disbelief, his lips turning at the edges in a barely noticeable frown. You busy yourself with looking presentable as you walk out the back of the pool house, taking the long way around to rejoin your husband and his friends.
Gods, does Atsumu feel good. His dick is still coated in your slick, his balls significantly lighter after that hearty release. Best of all is the pure satisfaction of being able to prove his twin wrong. Osamu said he’d never get you to hook up with him, that you were too good for that. Oh how wonderful it feels to be right, especially when Oamu is wrong.
Leaning over the short gap between his lounge chair and the seat ‘Samu occupies, he whispers those lovely words, laughing at his brother’s disbelief. Across from his twin, their best friend Suna’s eyes narrow.
“What are you two whispering about?”
Atsumu accepts the money that Osamu disgruntedly offers him, shrugging with a shit eating grin splitting across his cheeks.
“This idiot fucked yer mom.”
From the other side of the table, Aran groans, pushing to his feet and glaring at them. “Whatever shit you two are about to get into, count me out. Bunch of children, that’s what you are.” Atsumu can only laugh as his oldest friend (aside from Osamu of course) walks away.
Suna pushes to his feet suddenly, towering over Atsumu. He should’ve known that stupid ‘Samu wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. Oh well, the punch will be worth it.
Request #17 - Eᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Dᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ft. Johnny of NCT & Changkyun of Monsta X
SWF - Cheating - Cursing - Y/N passed out - 1.9K
Y/N woke up to the feeling of lips on her temple, she squinted her eyes and slowly the blurry figure that hovered over her turned into her husband, Johnny. He smiled down at her sleepy form and tucked a single braid back into her bonnet. She leaned into his touch and yawned as she started to drift off back to sleep, “Go to sleep baby boy.” Johnny raised an eyebrow at the term of endearment. Baby boy, huh? He was a year older than Y/N and she never called him baby boy, if anything he was Zaddy. Johnny shook his head and settled in beside Y/N before he pulled her into his arms and kissed her shoulder.
In the morning Johnny made a teasing comment in passing about being Y/N’s baby boy and Johnny could have sworn that he saw Y/N’s soul leave her body. She laughed it off and told him that she had a weird dream that she couldn’t recall too clearly. Johnny nodded his head and brushed off Y/N’s strange reaction to her being embarrassed about sleep talking. Setting his cup of coffee down, Johnny walked over to Y/N and when he went to wrap his arms around her waist, she pushed him away with a frown on her face.
“Babe, it’s not that big of a deal. I’m sure I’ve talked in my sleep a few times!” Johnny grabbed hold of Y/N’s left hand and brought her hand to his lips before he kissed her ring. “A new nickname isn’t gonna be the end of us.”
Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat as she squeezed Johnny’s hand, “Yeah…I know.” Y/N pressed a ghost of a kiss to Johnny’s cheek and pulled her hand free before she hurried out the kitchen. Johnny continued to eat his breakfast, in his own little world until he heard Y/N’s voice whispering in the distance. He looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, it was nine am on a Saturday, the only person she could possibly be talking to at this hour is her boss. Guess she picked up another shift at work…Johnny cleaned up his finished breakfast and walked into their shared bedroom with a frown on his face.
“Was that your boss?”
Y/N jumped from the sudden appearance of Johnny, and he chuckled before he walked up to her while she was doing her hair.
“Yeah. One of the girl’s called out and I’m the only one that’s free today.”
“Old man Yun still hasn’t hired anyone else?”
Y/N shook her head with a roll of her eyes, “Nope and I honestly don’t think he will.”
Johnny made a sound of displeasure in the back of his throat and sighed, “Do you think you can leave a little early tonight? I thought we could try that new bistro that opened up.”
“I don’t know, Johnny. I’ll call you a little later and let you know, kay?”
Finished with her hair, Y/N gets dressed in a pair of light washed jeans and a cute yellow off the shoulder top. Johnny smiles and kisses her cheek, “Have a good day at work, yeah?”
“I will.” Y/N bops Johnny’s nose making him laugh and hurries out the door.
Sighing, Johnny shakes his head, and he sees that Y/N left her wallet. “Shit.” Johnny grabs Y/N’s wallet and rushes down the steps after her. Outside, Johnny opens his mouth to call Y/N’s name when he sees her walking up to a sleek black car. He cocks his head to the side in confusion when Y/N gets in the front seat and not the back. “Who is that?” Johnny shoves Y/N’s wallet into his back pocket and decides to follow the car. He flags down a cab and sits in the back seat with a heavy feeling settling into his heart. Johnny has always trusted Y/N but her behavior this morning and now the car that’s not going to Y/N’s job…it’s putting a million different thoughts into his mind.
“I’ll get out here,” Johnny informs the driver once he sees the black car park a few yards ahead. He pays for the ride and gets out of the cab, not even caring that he isn’t wearing a mask and is still wearing his pj’s and house slippers. Keeping his distance, Johnny holds his breath and watches as the driver side door opens and a man steps out of the car. The guy is wearing a black bucket hat and black mask over his face, so Johnny can’t tell who it is. The man jogs over to the passenger side of the car and opens the door for Y/N, offering his hand to help her out. Y/N grabs the man’s hand, and they lace their fingers together as she gets out the car and walks down the street.
Johnny follows them, dragging his feet as he gets closer and closer with each step. Y/N is giggling like a schoolgirl as the man talks to her and Johnny wants to rip his eyes out. He can’t be seeing this, this must be some kind of sick joke, right? Right?! Y/N and the masked man head into a coffee shop and the man tells Y/N to sit down while he orders their drinks. Johnny waits outside until the man is sitting at the table with Y/N before he enters the café. He really doesn’t want to make a scene, he’s an idol after all and he has an image to maintain but…t-this is his wife…Before he can even think, Johnny finds himself standing in front of Y/N’s table and when she looks up her eyes widen.
“J-Johnny…”
Johnny slaps a smile onto his face and reaches into his back pocket, “You left your wallet behind.” Johnny sets the wallet on the table and turns his attention to the guy sitting across from his wife and Johnny raises an eyebrow, “Changkyun, huh?” Johnny makes a tisking sound and pushes his hair out of his face, “How long has this been going on?”
Y/N bites the inside of her cheek and looks down at her iced mocha while Changkyun just sighs. “John man-”
“How long?” Johnny interrupts and Y/N jumps from the venom in his voice.
Changkyun spares a glance at Y/N, and he can see the guilt and distress on her face. Turning his attention back to Johnny, Changkyun licks his lips, “I’m not going to stop seeing her.”
“Changkyun!” Y/N’s mouth drops at his words, and she tries to deescalate the situation, seeing the vein in Johnny’s neck starting to budge. “W-why don’t we take this elsewhere, yeah?” Y/N notices the people in the café staring at them and the last thing she wants is for the guy’s reputations to be ruined because of her.
Johnny narrows his eyes at Y/N and shakes his head. “No. We do this here, right now or I walk out that door and you get served with papers.”
“J-Johnny-”
“Your choice.”
“You’re being childish,” Changkyun comments and Johnny snaps.
“You’re fucking my wife!”
Gasps are heard all throughout the café and Y/N shakes her head…there is no way to save their reputation now. Changkyun jumps to his feet and Y/N quickly jumps in between the two men, “We’re not sleeping with each other…it…he…” Y/N tries to gather her thoughts as the two men glare at each other, but it’s no use. The amount of people recording, and whispering is too much. Black spots start litter Y/N’s vision, and her strength leaves her. “He…I-” Johnny’s eyes widen as Y/N passes out and he is quick to catch her in his arms.
Changkyun’s anger flees his body as panic engulfs his heart at the sight of Y/N’s unconscious body in Johnny’s arms. “Hospital, now.” Changkyun pushes past all the people surrounding them to make way for Johnny as he leads him to his car. Johnny sits in the back with Y/N while Changkyun drives like a mad man to the hospital. Once there, the doctors take over, looking after Y/N, leaving the two men alone in the waiting room: together.
Johnny runs his hands through his hair. He has never seen Y/N pass out like that before and it worries him. In the chair next to him, Changkyun bounces his knees and chews on the inside of his lower lip, he hopes that nothing is seriously wrong with Y/N. Johnny sighs and forces himself to focus on the asshole next to him.
“How long have you been seeing my wife?”
Changkyun sucks his teeth at the question and Johnny’s jaw tenses, “Is that all you care about?”
“Should I be caring about something else?”
Changkyun opens his mouth to respond but closes it and shakes his head, “I’m not fucking her, if that’s what you’re trying to ask.”
“Did I ask that?”
Changkyun huff and folds his arms over his chest, “Five months.” Johnny is silent at the confession. Five months? Which means the affair started while he was away on tour. Changkyun can see the wheels turns in Johnny’s mind as he starts to connect the dots. “She was lonely and just needed a friend and that’s what I was.” Changkyun looks at the wall in front of him as he speaks. “I wanted more and kept pushing, even when Y/N told me no. I kissed her when she tried to push me away-”
“You dis-”
“It’s not one of my proudest moments but I proved my point. I know Y/N has feelings for me, just like I do for her. She may not love me fully like she loves you, but I can wait.”
Johnny’s clenches his fists at Changkyun’s words. Doesn’t this man really think this is okay? “Y/N’s a married woman. We are…were happily married. Does that mean nothing to you?”
“I love her a-”
“Enough to destroy her? Will you be able to pick up the pieces once I leave?” Johnny stares at the Changkyun’s profile and waits for his answers. “Have you seen Y/N at her worst? Did she tell you about her past? Cry in your arms as fought invisible demons?” Johnny shoots off question after question and Changkyun doesn’t have an answer. He hasn’t seen Y/N at her worst…just when she was feeling down after a long day at work. Johnny licks his lips as he presses on. “Have you kissed away the tears and promised to always be there after…” Johnny takes a shaky breath. “After losing a loved one?”
Changkyun’s head snaps to the side at Johnny’s words. Y/N never told him about her family, he had just assumed that she wasn’t that close to them. There is the hard truth, gnawing away at Changkyun’s heart as Johnny stares into his eyes. He will never have that with Y/N, he will always be in the background, second best. Changkyun’s eyes burn, and he quickly looks away from Johnny.
~ Three Months Later ~
Y/N stands in front of her friends and family, once again wearing a white dress, this one less elegant than the first. A pearl encrusted hair clip neatly holds her blonde twist in place out of her face as she gazes at the handsome man in front of her. Their hands are joined, the sparkling rings shinning in the lights above as everyone claps and cheers once Y/N finishes speaking.
“I love you, always.”
Y/N closes her eyes and leans in, sighing in content as her lips touch his soft ones. “I love you, no matter what.” Johnny smiles at his wife, happy that their vows have been renewed. After Y/N’s emotional affair with Changkyun, he buckled down and enrolled in couples’ therapy. They worked on their issues together and it helped a lot. Y/N and Johnny both realized things about themselves that they never thought or cared to address before.
Johnny pulls Y/N into his arms and crashes his lips into hers, “I’m never letting you go.”
With a few sniffles, you had composed yourself. You had never wanted Kirishima to see you like this, even after the rough night before. With a soft promise to fill him in over brunch, he sent you off to get dressed. Knowing he was waiting- looking over the eerie white of your living room- made it easier to go through your clothes and ignore what was missing. It was nothing fancy, a pair of jeans and a shirt you’re pretty sure got bleach on it at some point, throwing your hair up and trying to ignore the messy baby hairs.
When you came back out, the glass and the frame were mysteriously missing, but you didn’t feel like bringing it up. The wall may have looked even more empty, but Kirishima took up so much space that it was easy to ignore.
“I’m ready, I think…” Your voice was still soft, too soft, and you tried to give him a grin.
“You look great.” Sincerity rung out in his voice, and you felt your smile soften into something a little less forced. “I’ll drive.”
He offered you his arm again, and you felt no qualms taking it. It was the kind of stability you needed right now, something to anchor you to the waking world. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you, Kirishima opening the door for you to slip in, nestling into the seat, half hoping you’d just sink into it.
He turned on some music when he got in, keeping it low enough for you to speak if you wanted, but you were content to watch the traffic pass and steal the occasional glance. As he drove, you noticed that the traffic was getting less congested, the cramped city fading into the rearview mirror.
“Kiri, where are we going?” You were surprised he even heard you over the music.
“You looked like you could use some time out of the city. There’s a little roadside diner just a bit out that serves the best skillets.” His grin filled the car and you found yourself smiling back before you knew it.
“Thanks, that sounds amazing right now…” True to his word, a few miles past the city limits sat a well-loved diner, seemingly empty after the morning rush. He pulled in and parked so seamlessly, you knew he had to have been here before, many times.
You waited in your seat, smiling at Kirishima as he opened the door for you, offering a hand to help you out of the seat. You both knew you weren’t so feeble you couldn’t do it on your own, but the fact that he offered anyways spoke so much to you. The way he knew you could, but didn’t have to. Such a small thing that had been missing from your life for so long now.
He led you to a booth tucked away in the back, the waitress greeting him with a big grin when she dropped off the menus.
“Finally decided to stop eating by yourself, Eijirou?” She teased, Kirishima’s cheeks reddening a bit as you snickered.
“Yeah, guess I found someone who needed this place as much as I did.” The waitress fwaps his arm with an extra menu before walking away with a chuckle, leaving the two of you to settle back into your calming silence, looking over the menus.
“If you’re having trouble, I can order for both of us?” He spoke up after your eyes reread the same line three times.
“Thanks, I guess my mind’s somewhere else right now.” He nods, gathering the menus.
“I figured… you good with chocolate milk?” He waggles his eyebrows, pulling another giggle from you. “What? Chocolate milk is like a comfort food, drink, whatever.” He grinned.
When the waitress passes by next, he places an order for the both of you, letting her bring two big glasses of chocolate milk to the table before he brings the silence to an end.
“Time to pay up, tell me what’s going on?” You busied yourself rearranging all the sugar packets and little packages of jam and jelly.
“My fiance is Katsuki Bakugou…” You paused expecting a reaction, but it seemed that he had already put that together. “I’m guessing you know him? Knew him..?”
“Yeah, I did. We hung out a lot in high school, fell out of touch when I got injured.” He left it there, staring at the scratched-up table, his statement holding more weight like there was understanding just out of your reach. Instead, you nodded, continuing on.
“We’ve been together five and a half years now. You picked me up from his house- our house.” You corrected yourself, words stilted. "He’s always been dedicated to his job, if you knew him in high school, that shouldn’t be much of a surprise. Things were good, really good, for a long time. But when I moved in, something changed. You know how Katsuki is, the second feelings get tossed into the mix, he gets all…" You pouted, trying to come up with the right words.
“Blasty? Emotionally constipated? Straight up abrasive?” He deadpans, focusing on his drink as he talks.
“Yeah. That. He proposed to me in the living room. Can’t let the press know more than I exist. We got into a fight a few weeks ago when the tabloids got a picture of me and Mina at the mall, not that they know who I am… I was trying to be someone before all this, but now… I don’t even know who I am. All I do is sit and wait for Katsuki, and when he comes home, I can barely stand being in the same room as him.” Panic sets in as you vent, “N-not that it’s been all bad! He makes sure the house is well stocked and as long as the house is well-kept, I can get pretty much anything I want…” you stopped as you felt a warm, calloused hand over yours.
“You don’t have to make excuses… I’m not going to go tattle to him, I haven’t seen or spoken to him in years…” You took a moment to breathe, easing the tension built in your shoulders.
“Yeah… thanks. Anyways, lately, I’ve gotten tired of waiting around in an empty house. I’ve been going to see Ochako or going out with Mina, and he doesn’t like that. He wants me to be his happy little housewife, but that’s never been me… and last night, he saw you drop me off.” You caught the flash of guilt in Kirishima’s eyes and were quick to intercept it. “Please, don’t blame yourself. You did nothing wrong…” Your hand flipped under his, giving him a soft squeeze. He swallowed his apologies and nodded.
“So, mind explaining what happened?” His voice was lowered, trying to keep the conversation between the two of you instead of the whole diner. You took a sip of your chocolate milk, the nostalgic sweetness oddly helping you keep your composure.
“We got into a fight. I was tired of Katsuki treating me like some caged animal and scolding me every time I went out. He… accused me of cheating. And I haven’t, you helped me make sure of that… I just lost it. I yelled back, and he told me if I wanted him to be the bad guy, he’d be the bad guy. Burned some of my clothes in the sink, and then…” You took a breath, still emotional. “He broke the frame my degree was in, burning the certificate. Then he just left.” You felt oddly unemotional at the end. “That’s not to mention the weird rivalry he has with Izuku. He wants me to have a baby just so he can ‘catch up’ to him…” Kirishima shook his head.
“I thought he grew out of that in high school.” You shrugged, just tired of whatever it was. “I’m sorry… I had no idea it was that bad.”
“Last night was as bad as he’s ever been… part of me is just waiting for whatever this is to pass.” Kirishima’s brow furrowed.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. When people do stuff like this, they’re testing the limits of how much they can get away with. Hero or not, it’s dangerous.”
“He wouldn’t hurt me… He’s serious about being a hero, he would never put his job in danger.”
“See? Even the way you’re justifying it has nothing to do with you, but with him! You want him to be this person he’s not, you’re waiting for someone who doesn’t exist…” His words made sense, so much sense, but you couldn’t… Agreeing with him just means that you let this happen. Relief filled you as your conversation came to a sudden stop, smiling at the waitress as she put your food in front of you.
After a few bites, you found your voice again.
“It’s not that bad, I just have too much time on my hands. Besides, even if I did leave Katsuki, I don’t know where I would go…”
“You have friends, and they care about you a lot. They’ve told me so…” You shook your head.
“I can’t do that to them. I’d be a burden, and I don’t want to ruin their view of Katsuki even more than I already have.” You heard Kirishima place his silverware down.
“Hey, look at me.” You kept your eyes on your food, scared to see his face. Would it hurt more if he didn’t understand, or if he agreed? “C’mon, I can be pretty stubborn. Just look up for a minute.” With a sigh you looked up, reluctantly seeing the sympathy in his eyes. “The only person ruining Katsuki’s friendships is Katsuki. They may be his friends, but they’re your friends too. Plus, most of them are heroes too, and they can tell when something’s wrong. They’re worried about you. I’m worried about you. Any one of them would be happy to give you a place to crash.” You were speechless, looking away from the burning sincerity in his eyes. Mercifully, he let you drop the subject, focusing back on your food.
He finished much faster than you, absentmindedly munching on some bacon as he let you finish. “Thanks, I noticed you didn’t like talking about him much. I can see why, but I’m glad you decided to trust me with this.” You nodded a bit.
“Of course, Kirishima…”
“You should call me Eijirou… or Eiji, if you want.” He smiles when you look up, “I know we haven’t known each other that long, but you’re a good friend. I’d like to be the same for you.”
“Okay, Eiji… you should call me by my first name too, then.” The two of you share a smile, finishing off your food and Kirishima paying the bill despite your protests. Even as the two of you were on your way back to the city, he noticed your reluctance, the fading of conversation as you neared Katsuki’s house.
“You want to ride around for a while?” It was a flimsy excuse, but one you jumped on eagerly.
“Yes, please, we can go where ever you want!” He laughed, rolling down his windows, the wind pushing his dark hair away from his face. He didn’t shy away from it, and you couldn’t help but think
He looks beautiful like this.
It had been a few days, anxiety-fueled cleaning binges only broken by Kirishima picking you up for adventures on his time off. Sometimes you’d visit a restaurant or out to the mall, other times, the two of you would just drive until the sky turned a brilliant orange. The two of you strayed away from bars now that you were comfortable enough to speak with him without liquid courage. Each time he picked you up, the two of you would talk a little more about the situation with Katsuki…
Which right now was a confusing subject. After your fight, he hadn’t been back. While it was a relief, you had to prepare yourself each time you walked through the doors, expecting him to be seated, seething on the couch. The lack of his presence only made that panic grow, and Kirishima was less and less willing to drop you off as each day passed.
An entire week passed since your fight with no sight or even a peep of Katsuki, your message history filled with texts from Kirishima, Mina, and Ochako, even a few from Sero and Izuku, and one little apology from Kaminari for getting so out of hand at the bar. It was unsettling, a deep chill seeping into your bones whenever you sat at home for too long. Then, the morning after the week mark, you awoke to sounds out in the living room.
There he sat, lounging on the couch, watching some old All Might special, looking like he just got out of the shower. Relaxed, no hint of the anger he displayed before. He tilted his head when he heard you come in, acknowledging your presence.
“Hey, babe. I’ve got the day off, let’s spend it together.” You were confused, how was he acting as nothing had happened? You approached warily, ready to bolt at the first sign of anger, but he just made room on the couch for you. Cautiously, you moved to sit next to him, and he pulled you against his side, his arm hanging over your shoulders.
That’s where you remained as he watched the special, only stretching out when it finished. “I’ll make breakfast, so you just sit your ass right there. It looks like you’ve been busy keeping this place clean, so relax for once.” You just stared as he got up, heading to the kitchen without complaint.
What was this? Where you just being overdramatic? Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you were remembering… Sure he burned a few things, but those things could be replaced, right?
Right?
The day passed with you feeling like you were acting out a relationship, going through the motions, and questioning every move you made. Katsuki didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he was happy to ignore it. Even the little pauses before you kissed him back didn’t seem to phase him. He even let you order take out for dinner, not giving you any shit for your mild food. As night fell, trepidation made you move slower, rinsing each dish two, three times, making sure each piece was spotless, anything to delay going to sleep next to your fiance.
When you finally did go back into your room to change for bed, you found Katsuki on the bed, reading as he waited for you. You slunk into the bathroom to change and do your nightly routine, walking back out. He looked up from his book, setting it aside.
“Finally, shitty woman. Didn’t I tell you to relax today?” You gave a nervous chuckle and walked to your side of the bed, once again confused as Katsuki lifted the covers for you. Slipping in next to him, you immediately turned off your bedside lamp, rolling away from Katsuki and hoping he took the hint. You heard him set his book down, turning off his light. Your stomach sank as you felt his hand on your side, but to your surprise, he just slipped his arm around you, settling behind you. “G’night, babe. Love you or whatever.” Your throat was dry as you opened your mouth to respond, swallowing your nerves.
“Love you too, Katsuki.”
He was gone in the morning, a note scribbled and left on your bedside table saying he headed off to work and there was breakfast in the fridge. All of these actions left a heavy weight in your stomach, an unease you couldn’t shake. After eating the pancakes he left cold, you decided you just needed to get out, but the thought of seeing Kirishima right now made you feel oddly guilty. With a quick text, you settled on bringing some breakfast over to the Midoriya household, not having some one-on-one time with Ochako since her baby boy was born.
You rolled up an hour later, a bag full of warm bakery sandwiches and some bagels for easy snacking, barely knocking on the door before it’s thrown open.
“Oh my goodness, adult human contact!” Ochako threw her arms over you in a desperate hug as you giggled.
“Hello to you too.” She shushed you, pulling you into the house and all but attacking the bag of goodies you brought. “So where is Yuudai?” You looked around the empty living room.
“Oh! Izuku is home on paternity leave, they’re upstairs right now!” She grinned happily, taking her stash of food out to the couch while you walked over to the stairs, whisper yelling up to said Izuku.
“Hey, broccoli boy, I brought food!” You heard Ochako chuckle from her comfy position on the couch as Izuku bundled up the baby, carefully taking the steps one at a time. “Let me take that little bundle of joy for you…” You slipped your arms under Izuku’s as he smiled gratefully.
“Thanks, It’s harder than I thought to get breaks for things like food…” You nudged him off toward the remnants of the bag as you went to join Ochako on the couch, staring down at the chubby face looking back at you. “Is it just me, or are his cheeks even bigger??” Ochako whines at your innocent statement.
“Don’t remind me, he already looks too much like me!” She pouts, still munching on her sandwich.
“I think it’s cute~” You coo, mostly at Yuudai, watching as he tries to grab your hair. Ochako rolls her eyes as Izuku slips into a comfy chair nearby.
“So do I, but Ochako doesn’t listen to me.”
“Enough about cheeks, what have you been up to? You look happier than the last time we hung out! I need to hear all about it, please, I’m dying to talk about something else for a few minutes!” You knew she was head over heels for Yuudai, especially with how her eyes flew to him every time you moved even a little, but after so long of people constantly checking in for updates and pictures, you couldn’t blame her for wanting a little variety.
“Well… Katsuki has been gone more often…” Ochako pouts again, taking a big bite of her food. “But I’ve been talking with Eijirou, and we’ve been taking little day trips to get me out of the house.” You felt the tension grow in the room, Ochako all but glaring at Izuku.”
“Eijirou, huh?” Izuku questioned innocently.
“Deku, no.”
“I’m just curious! If they’re close enough to be on a first-name basis, she must already know Kaachan and Kiri were friends!”
“Of course I know…”
“Deku, stop!” Ochako’s glare only intensifies.
“Then she must also know Kaachan gave Kiri that scar!”
“Izuku!” The silence that settled over the room was stifling as you processed his words.
“What…? No, he definitely would have told me…” You stared down at Yuudai, pieces slowly falling into place in your memory. The story he told that first night in the bar, his reluctance to tell you he knew who your fiance was, the damn near intimate knowledge of Katsuki’s behavior… you could tell Ochako was scolding Izuku, but your mind couldn’t make out the words.
“I’m just worried! Kirishima disappears for years, and suddenly he shows up only to get close to Kaachan’s fiancee! I don’t want to think badly of him, but it doesn’t sit right with me.” Deku defends himself. “She should have a chance to protect herself.”
You clear your throat, giving them a tight smile. “Thank you, really. It’s fine. I’ll talk to him later, right now, I just want to spend time with you three.”
You fall into another tense silence before Ochako speaks up, crumbs dusting her face. “I started watching reality shows…”
Once they were done eating, Ochako took Yuudai upstairs to feed him, Izuku following after to keep her company, leaving you to your thoughts. Before you could second guess, you pulled out your phone, clicking on Eiji’s contact.
You knew you must have looked a mess in that moment. You could feel the dried tear tracks pulling your skin taut, the tangle your hair was after falling asleep in Kirishima’s car, and the water you had been sipping did nothing for your chapped lips. For a moment, guilt coursed through you; you had been a few fleeting moments from bringing Kaminari into this mess… but the alcohol still burned in your veins, feeding the flames of anger bubbling in your stomach. Fuck, you were going to do something stupid, weren’t you?
“I told you I was going out with Mina and the guys tonight, Katsuki…” Good. The anger in your voice was tempered.
“That’s not who dropped you off.” You rolled your eyes, of course, he’d be keeping an eye out for you.
“Well, maybe you’d know who it was if you were ever home! It’s not my fault you don’t know anything about my life anymore, Katsuki.” You spat, the venom sneaking into your voice. “You leave for weeks at a time, come home and expect me to roll over on my back like I’m nothing more than your bitch! You moved me into this godforsaken house only for it to be my glorified cage. Then you accuse me of cheating because I stopped waiting for you and went out with my friends.”
“I gave you everything. A home, a ring, fuck! I’m even trying to give you a fucking snot-nosed brat. You should be happy I would even give you that much.” Your body went rigid as Katsuki stood, your blood running cold at the almost serene look on his face, but your sense of self-preservation had apparently left with Kirishima tonight.
“I was supposed to be something, Katsuki, and now I can’t even get a job because of your stupid rules.” You stood up to him, puffing out your chest in some sort of drunken confidence.
“You want me to be the bad guy, babe?” He sneered, getting in your face, his fists popping at his sides, “I’ll be the fucking bad guy.” He walked off to your room, letting you catch your breath, belatedly noticing how the air froze in your lungs as he closed in on you. You started to follow after him only to be roughly shouldered out of the way, Katsuki carrying an armful of your clothes over to the kitchen sink.
“Katsuki, what the hell are you-” You nearly screamed when the first burst came from his hands, the material held over the sink quickly catching, scattering embers as they burned and dropped into the sink. “Stop! What are you doing?!” You reached out for his arm, fresh tears on your face as Katsuki dropped the rest into the sink, watching with a malicious grin as the fabric caught and flared.
“Hope you like that dress. Looks like it’s the only thing your ass has to wear out to the fucking clubs anymore.” He walked away with a manic chuckle, abandoning you to try to salvage what was left in the sink, running the tap over the dwindling flames. “Every time we fight, you bring up this stupid piece of paper. I get it, it sucks you wasted years for this, but just accept it.” The sound of breaking glass drew your attention back to him as he held your degree in his hand, the frame shattered on the ground in front of him. “This was never going to be more than a piece of paper for you.”
You think you may have screamed by the way your throat ached, but it was hard to tell with the way your chest tightened, watching the only thing you had been proud of fall to ash on the floor.
Katsuki stood, as he always did, proudly in front of you, watching you fall to pieces. Without another word, he turned and left, slamming the door behind him.
And you hated how that even when he destroyed everything, you missed the heat he brought to the frigid walls surrounding you.
The moments pass in silence, the emptiness closing in around you. How funny it was to feel claustrophobic in such a large space. All the fight left you as quickly as a breath, and it was all you could do to drag yourself to bed. You hoped to wake to a perfectly pristine house, the way you had for the past seven months, to not have to pick up the pieces of glass, to not try to wash the ashes out of the sink. To wake up to the man you had agreed to marry not even three months before instead of the ugly thing that took his shape tonight.
Something inside you had finally frayed until it snapped, but you were trying so hard to tie it back together. That must count for something, right?
The next morning, you moved as if you were still asleep. Your chest didn’t feel heavy, it didn’t ache, it just felt empty. Like this house, like your life: hollow. You peeled your dress off, placing it in the hamper, and went through the motions. Washing the alcohol off of your skin, staring past your reflection as you brushed your hair, barely thinking as you dutifully picked up the clothes strewn across your room from Katsuki’s tantrum. That’s what it was, just a tantrum. Things would get better.
Your phone buzzed from the nightstand, your eyes barely comprehending Kirishima’s words on the screen. Later. You’d be able to focus later. So your phone was left on your bed as you rolled up your sleeves, intent on tackling the kitchen.
Soot had tainted all the white. It got under your nails, coating your skin and making you feel like some sort of antique. Dusty and placed on a shelf to be forgotten about. Even as the last bits of dingy grey swirled down the drain, you could still feel it on your skin.
It was when you went to pick up the glass that the first flash of emotion hit you that morning. A spike of hurt, of betrayal, piercing through your chest, but you soldiered on with single-minded determination. The sooner you finished, the sooner you could pretend it never happened. You couldn’t bear telling Mina… You couldn’t ruin the image of her friend even more than you already had.
You hadn’t heard the door open. You hadn’t felt the sting of tears in your eyes or the bite of glass in your hand. But you felt the calloused hand against your cheek, saw the concerned crimson eyes boring into your own.
“K-Kirishima? What are you doing here?” Every word felt like sandpaper against your throat.
“I… I asked if you wanted to grab brunch… You said yes. I’ve been knocking at your door for the past ten minutes…” He brushed back your hair, catching sight of the tears in your eyes. “What happened?”
You had been holding on so hard, you had wanted nothing more than to mend what had broken. And then Kirishima walked in, taking the glass from your hands, showed you how holding on to something broken only hurt you more.
Summary: You and Jensen were always the perfect couple. Married. White picket fence. Two adorable kids. This all ends when you see him with another woman. As your world crumbles down you need to try to move on or hold on to your past. Player’s choice.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Wife!Reader; ??? x Reader
Warnings: heavy angst, language, betrayal, cheating, heartbreak, divorce, self-doubts, mentions of depression, sadness, more to be added when the story continues
A/N: For the sake of my story Jensen is married to the reader. This is pure fiction and has nothing to do with the “real” Jensen Ackles.
Content: The reader is the daughter of Jeremiah Jesus that was previously married to Tommy Shelby. But after finding out her husband cheated on her she decides to leave him in the middle of the night. Taking his heart and his unborn daughter with her.
Ada looked at her brother in wonder. After everything that’s happened why does he still wish to expand to London? “Why?”
“Why not?” Tommy countered as he looked around the house from his seat, making sure nothing was out of place.
“Did we already receive a warning about expanding to London? I nearly got raped for christ sake!” Ada scoffed as she stood up from her seat walking towards the door. Tommy, as if on cue, followed behind her.
“Ada just think about it. I promise it will be safe. Karl will probably be able to make a few friends in the process.” Tommy urged as he stood in the door way.
“Don’t try to use my son against me to fuel your business endeavors. He’s all I have left and I will not risk his life for a quick buck.”
“That’s not true. You have the rest of us as well.”
“John, Finn, and Aunt Pol, yes. You and Arthur? No. You don’t get the right to talk about family after what you did to Y/n. She waited for you during the war and was with you during the after effects. And what did she get in return?” Ada hissed, a glare deep in her green eyes. Despite how angry she was, she made sure to keep her voice stead as to not alert her son who was probably playing in his room. Tommy clenched his teeth, jaw flexing as he listened to his younger sister’s scolding speech. He knew how much you meant to his two youngest siblings, that much was understandable. You were like an older sister to them almost a second mother. So the attachment they had to you was strong.
Tommy didn’t say anything, instead he looked almost uninterested. If it wasn’t for his tense jaw and shoulders Ada would’ve thought he didn’t care at all. “Ada..”
“You cheated on her. She was so kind, so warm, so understanding. She was like sunshine. And you cheated on her. I’ll never forgive you for that. She helped Aunt Pol raise Finn and I, so obviously she has a big place in my heart. But I didn’t expect her place in yours to be so small. I guess getting your cock wet was more important then your wedding vows with her. Because you were right. You didn’t deserve her.” Ada said in an icy tone, a white knuckle grip on the door knob as she tried her best to stay relatively calm. “Maybe if you were faithful I’d have another niece or nephew.”
“So are you in or not?” Tommy said firmly, obviously trying to stray away from the current conversation.
“I’ll think about.”
—
You held your lovely child against your chest as you laid in bed. The soft curl of the eyelashes to the twitching of their toes had you mesmerized
Youmadethis.
Imperfect you made something so perfect, small, and cute.
Just the thought of it brought tears to your eyes. Your little girl was your saving grace. If not for her you doubt you would’ve been able to handle Tommy’s infidelities. You loved her more than imaginable from the moment you knew she existed.
Your perfect little Amaramias. A Graceful Love.
Rubbing her back slowly caused her to let out a soft yawn, her gloved covered hand twitching in the process. As her eye opened you stared into them happily. God you loved this child.
“Hey baby. Did you have a nice nap?” your voice was soft as you held her. Her soft cooing and leg kicked caused you to giggle and sit up. As you were sitting up you cradled her while you freed one of your breast. “Is Mommy’s little princess hungry?”
Amaramias took a moment to latch on but when she did she suckled freely. Your baby was quite happy and calm, making your life easy but even is she was difficult you’d love her no less.
Notes: I mean no disrespect by writing or posting this, and in no way do I take the themes and topics discussed in this series lightly. So if you’re triggered by any of this, I suggest not reading it.
This is an AU of THE WALKING DEAD. So the apocalypse never happened, and everyone’s alive and well. If for any reason I’m getting characters wrong, please let me know and I’ll fix it to the best of my abilities. Also, there will be moments where I’ll come back to do some editing where it’s needed.
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Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader (she/her pronouns)
Chapter Description: Your anxiety spikes and you wonder if your ex’s harsh words are true.
Warnings: Anxiety attack; mentions/reference to a toxic ex; harsh/abusive talk from a toxic ex; self-doubt; guilt and anxiety; spelling/grammatical errors; whatever else I failed to mention
Additional Info: Y/N = your name | Y/N/N = your nickname | Y/L/N = your last name | Y/E/C = your eye color | Y/H/C = your hair color
You and Lottie spent a fair amount of time in the backyard, playing with Moose and getting more comfortable in each other’s company. The puppy had quickly become a favorite of yours. His innocence, the way he easily worked his way into your heart; you couldn’t imagine life without him after that. Moose was the dog you always wanted, the one your parents and ex refused to get. You’re secretly thanking whatever god is listening that Lottie and her husband got Moose.
After half an hour, Lottie brought Moose inside, you following behind them. Moose immediately went on the couch, throwing himself on his side and throwing the occasional look the sisters’ way. He was excitedly awaiting their company. You waisted no time, sitting beside him as he started sniffing you intensely. After every place he sniffed he’d give a little lick, which made you giggle. Your hands seemed to be his favorite; he quickly abandoned the sniffing and started licking and nibbling your hands and fingers. You giggled again, deciding to rub his head and sides, with Moose giving little huffs and nibbles wherever you rubbed him.
“I think it’s official,” Lottie said, sitting at the other end of the sofa. You looked at her questioningly. “Moose likes you more than me or Max.”
“No,” you shook your head, gently poking the puppy’s side. “I’m sure he loves you guys more.”
“Trust me, he loves you more.” Lottie smiled, watching as her dog played with her sister. “He’s affectionate with Max and I, but he’s not like this.”
“I’m a new person,” you responded. “I’m sure he’s like this with new people.” You gave your sister another questioning look.
She shrugged. “He is a bit more playful with the neighbor’s kid,” she said. “But he’s got a soft spot for girls.”
“Oh,” you said softly. You didn’t know who she was talking about, but nodded anyway. At least he’s good with kids.
“I think you’d like him,” Lottie said.
“Who, the neighbor’s kid?” you asked. Giving your sister a confused glance.
“No, no—sorry.” She chuckled, waving your comment off. “While I’m sure you’d love Carl, I meant his father.” Your confusion didn’t pass. Carl? His father? Lottie quickly continued: “Rick, that’s Carl’s father. Good man. Him and Max are good friends, have been for the last few years. Recently divorced.”
“I don’t understand,” you said slowly. Anxiety started to bubble in your stomach. She’s giving you way too much information on a man you don’t even know. “This sounds like… Why’re you telling me this?”
“So you can make friends,” Lottie replied. “I know moving to a new area can be scary, especially if you don’t know anyone. Rick’s a good man; he’s a cop too, if that helps. Trust me, I think you’d like him.”
“I don’t know.” You shook your head. With your ex, you’d had a few run-ins with the police. Neighbors who’d call if there’d been an argument, only for the cops to not do anything in the end. You’d prayed and wished that they’d see something—how scared you looked, how you wouldn’t talk or look them in the eyes; they never did. Your ex could talk his way out of anything. After a while, you didn’t really trust cops. You were too scared to call them, and those who came due to neighbor intervention always left. It made you feel even more trapped and isolated. And he seemed to pick up on that.
“If you’re not comfortable, that’s fine,” Lottie said, trying for a smile. “We can take our time. There are plenty of nice people here.”
You didn’t respond, looking down at Moose. The puppy had stopped his nibble attack, instead going for resting his head on your lap. You absently rubbed his ear, trying to distract yourself from your rising anxiety.
“How about we watch a movie?” she asked after a moment of tense silence. “Whatever you want.”
You looked up for the briefest moment before glancing down at the dog. “It doesn’t matter to me,” you said, the comment automatic. “Whatever you want to watch is fine.”
With a soft sigh, Lottie nodded. “Give me a minute, I’ll get some snacks ready first.”
You nodded wordlessly. Part of you felt bad, your reaction obviously causing a shift in the general atmosphere. Things had been going well for the last couple hours, but then you had to make it about you again. Running your hands over your face, you close your eyes for a moment. You always seemed to make everything so difficult. It’s not fair to Lottie. Or Max. Or anyone else. It’s your fault. It’s always your fault. Blowing things out of proportion, making everything about you, never being grateful for what you have—maybe Ethan’s right.
You flinch at the thought, at the name. Ethan. The man you spent five years with. The man who made your life a living hell. You could practically hear him in your head, voice condescending and bitter. Angry, loud, cold. Your stomach twisted nauseatingly. Opening your eyes, you looked at the tv in front of you. Your mood had shifted, no longer did you want to be in Lottie’s company. And as much as you enjoyed Moose, you didn’t want to be around him either. You needed space.
“Lottie?” you called, your voice hoarse and thick with emotion.
“Yeah?” she exclaimed. “Everything okay?”
You swallowed thickly. “I, I think I’m going to lay down for a bit. I’m kind of tired.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. You can watch a movie, I just…” Anxiety started to overflow, your voice wavering off mid-sentence. You took a breath to regain your composure. “I need some me time.”
“Okay just, just let me know if you need anything.” Her voice sounded uncertain.
You mumbled out a response before gently moving Moose’s head from your lap. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes. Guilt started to ooze out the longer you looked at the puppy’s face. How could you leave him? Why would you want to? But you needed to. Giving him a final rub and a small smile, you left to your room. Gently closing the door, you sat on the edge of your bed.
Your room didn’t help much. It felt small, like the walls were closing in on you. The air felt thin and your breathing became labored. Your heart was beating so fast it felt about ready to jump out of your chest. Every breath you took sounded like a train, making you wince. Closing your eyes, you tried taking deep breaths. Your hands gripped the edge of the bed, nails digging into the bedding and blankets.
Stop being so dramatic. Ethan’s voice rang in your head, so clear you were almost convinced he was in the room with you. Tears flooded your eyes, a strangled sob escaping your mouth. You always make a big deal out of everything, you know that? You’re so fucking selfish! Everything’s always gotta be about you and your damn feelings. I don’t care about how you feel, do you understand me? So just shut up and dealwithit.
You felt your skin prickle, fear mingling with the overwhelming anxiety. His words continued to bounce around in your head, and everything only got worse. The room suddenly felt like a prison. The air had been knocked out of your lungs. Your head was spinning and your heart was slamming against your ribs. Every fiber in your body was screaming that you’re in trouble, in some kind of danger—get out!
Abruptly standing, you threw your door open and rushed out. You barely registered Lottie as you hurried out the front door, gasping for air like a fish out of water. You leaned forward, your hands resting on your thighs as you desperately tried to steady your breathing. It wasn’t even a minute later that you felt a hand on your back, causing you to jump forward, stumbling to regain your footing. You whirled around to see who’d touched you, trembling and still struggling to breathe.
Lottie stood behind you, worry and fear etched on her face. “Y/N?” she said, her voice quiet but cautious. “What’s wrong? How can I help?”
You could only shake your head, unable to find the words. Lottie had a hand stretched out, hesitant. Her eyes were questioning, asking permission to touch you. You looked down. Lottie put a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. Your brain hardly processed what she was doing.
It didn’t take long for the guilt to rear its ugly head. The guilt that maybe you were being selfish, that Ethan was right and you always made everything about you. You couldn’t go one day without causing a scene or blowing things out of proportion.
Genre:Smut Notes: written for @cherrykamado’sslutty old men collab! Warnings: 18+, police run-in, restraints/cuffs, age gap, spanking, sir kink, sort of cheating??, bimbofication, DDLG dynamics, fingering, slight exhibitionism, degradation, masturbation mention, oral (m + f receiving), praise, vaginal sex, cum eating. Words:3.9k
The flashing of red and blue isn’t a foreign spectacle when you live in the city. It’s rare that an individual will find themselves more than a ten-minute walk away from a crime being committed. That’s why it doesn’t phase either of the Fushiguro men as they walk side by side with their takeout food in each of their hands. Conversation is stiff, as it often is. Limited to mundane things, how the food tastes and how eerily black the sky is tonight. Another thing they used to be able to bond over was their shared love of pussy. But Toji thinks Megumi has started to turn into one since becoming whipped by a new piece of skirt. They aren’t even dating, and yet, he seems to have lost interest in all other women. He shouldn’t talk about her, he said. But – he couldn’t help himself. Pussy like hers is once in a lifetime.
— ‘old habits die hard;’ people are often reluctant to change their way of doing something, especially something which they have been doing for a long time.
— eren j. x f!reader
“too toxic to stay together. too toxic to stay apart.”
genre ➝ angst, romance & drama
cw ➝ sexual content, toxic relationship, cheating, vulgar speech, eren with a tongue piercing, slight mean!dom eren, f. recieving (oral), soft!dom eren, he just loves you too much to let you go tbh
wc ➝ 15.3k
a/n: it feels like i’ve been away on a hiatus when rly i’ve been doing so much writing, my head feels like it’s going to explode LOL so don’t worry, more to come from me! even tho no one asked for all this angst, i figured there’s ppl out there that like to cry as much as i do so enjoyy & rbs are very appreciated <3
“I’ll do anything! Tell me what to do, just tell me,” Eren begs with his knees pushed into the carpeted floor of the living room, hands clasped together in hopes for a miracle. Hoping that the universe is kind to him for once and helps him keep you from really leaving him this time. It’s almost pointless to hold out so much hope but he’s got no other choice. He’s fucked up this time. He’s really fucked this one up, and doesn’t know how to mend things back together now.
He even worries if this is his last chance at redemption. That there’s not going to be another one after this. That you’re going to walk out of his life for good with no chance of turning this train wreck back around. Eren finds himself spinning at the thought of not waking up next to you in the morning. Not getting another chance to smell yet another wonderful breakfast that you often make when you stay over his place. Missing out on watching you smile and get embarrassed whenever he kisses your cheek in public and lets everyone know that you’re his. That he’s proud to call you his because he is. At least, he thinks so.
No. He’s pretty sure.
Eren’s aware that he should’ve just treated you better. This is the final straw. You’re not going to hear him out this time, and it’s going to break his heart but he gets it. Why should you stay? Why stay with someone that claims to love you but fucks other women when you’re not around? He’s got a problem. He can admit that, and he’s not the type of guy to stick to a committed relationship anyways but there’s something different about you that he just can’t let go of.
You’re special. You care about him. You’re selfless. You’re honest, and loving. You remind him so much of his mom that maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s why it hurts too much to let you go. Carla hasn’t treated him the best but she’s still his mother. A woman he loves more than anyone in the world. All except you. He adores you, but why can’t he show that? Why does he still sleep around knowing he’s got you now? He knows you’re all that he needs but it’s a habit he just can’t break.
He’s got issues, and maybe he has to fix them without you giving him another failed chance at figuring that out.
“I’m sorry, but,” he can feel it. The tightness in his chest. God, it hurts. He wants you to make it stop. To hear him out one last time. Even though you’re standing right in front of him, it looks like you’ve already left him. Your eyes are soulless. Like there’s nothing left. That pains him so much he feels sick to his stomach. What has he done? “There’s nothing you can do now. We’re done here.”
there are moments in time when you’re glad you have your husband.
the times in which the sun barely peeks in through the curtains and his arm is heavily slung over your chest, bringing you closer to him even when deep in slumber.
izukuis a great husband, you’d like to think, and even a better hero.
he dedicated his time and effort to his job, saving lives and paving a better future for the ones coming after him.
you watch from the sidelines, most of the time from the t.v. as he raises his fist towards another victory, and you can’t help the large smile that takes over your face as you clap in the emptiness of your living room.
you know he tries his best, truly he does, and at first, you’d like to think it’s just the stress of carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders that makesizukutoo tired to even hold you anymore.
you lost track of how many times he came home with a heavy sigh, kicking the door shut as he slowly began putting on the wedding ring he always took off before a fight.
he was a good person, izuku would say over and over as he rutted into different women each and every night, glancing down at his left hand, thankful his ring was nowhere in sight as he lazily sucked hickies into their breasts and necks, repeating his old mantra that he’d be going back to you, and that’s all that matters.
and as he walks in every night, closer to the break of dawn if anything, you remind yourself that your his as he presses a haste kiss to your forehead, settling into his respective spot in the bed as he prayed you couldn’t see the red marks on his back or the smell of lancôme that surely wasn’t yours.
but at the end of the day, it’s always been the two of you together, and there was nothing that was going to break that apart.
you’ll just always be the oblivious idiot in the corner, but izuku was always there, five minutes too late, to remind you that you’re not.
i helped another girl realize her purpose in life, serving cock like all girls should! she was very eager (like we all are) i started by sending her posts of girls getting fucked rough by men
she was a bit reluctant thinking she was just exploring a bi side lol
i mean who could say “I’m really craving for a man to just take me right now” and call herself a lesbian?
and she understood her holes are owned by men, but why did she think she was attracted to girls?
she was so close to realizing she was straight (more in next reblog)
she soon started to realize that a mans cock is way more important than her girlfriends.
but she still wouldnt say she was straight, she was in denial, thinking she was bi
nothing but the truth from her (1 more reblog after this)
now she can never honestly call herself a lesbian again. and every time she tells her girlfriends she loves them she’ll be lying
I’m so happy I finally realized my purpose in life is to serve men
Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Dubcon, Voyeurism, over the pants handjob, thigh riding, mentions of cheating by other people, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, slight breeding kink
Author’s Note: This is one of two pieces I am writing for the intoxicated collab. Big thanks to the other members who suggested I do this fic along with my Iwaizumi fic. Shoutout to Wing, Shae, and Psyche for betaing this for me. Thanks to Whorehouse for supporting my first dip into smut/dubcon.
“Can you pick up more Everclear and whatever mixer you want on your way over?”
Picking up your phone to read Yaku’s text, you huff. He clearly didn’t plan it well if he needed you to pick up more, but also it wasn’t that bad since you could pick the mixer. Normally he decides on what is being mixed for the night, so it was a nice change. You shot back a quick text to tell him okay while you finished getting ready. In another room in your apartment, your two best friends were also getting ready. The three of you were close since your first year when you all lived on the same floor.
It just happened that all three of you were now dating boys that were in the same frat. You had your beloved Morisuke, while your two friends were dating Iwaizumi and Oikawa respectfully. Although that didn’t stop them from joking about switching partners for a night to see what it would be like. From the whispers that Yaku heard, it might be that night since their boyfriends were possibly planning on switching tonight, girlfriends knowing or not.
As you finished zipping up your skirt and adjusting your shirt, a soft knock was heard on your door.
“Come in!” Turning to see Azumi’s face peer through the door. All you had left was a bit of makeup before heading out. “What’s up?”
“You almost ready to head out? Tooru wants to know when to expect the three of us.” She was dressed similarly to you, her skirt a bit longer than yours. Her necklace being the most prominent thing she wore; a gift from Tooru for her birthday last year with his name on it. You asked Mori for one, and he promised you he would be getting you one soon enough.
“Mori texted me that he needs me to stop and get more alcohol and mixer, so I will have to meet you guys there.”
“Oh, is he letting you pick the mixer this time? I’m amazed.”
“Yeah, he never does, but you two can go on ahead of me. I just have to stop by real quick and grab it.”
“If you say so, we will see you there.” She gave you a smile before closing your door, turning back to your mirror to finish putting on your makeup. Finishing off your look, you apply your favorite lipstick and eyeliner.
When you stopped to get more Everclear, you decided on lemonade this time, wanting to not taste the alcohol as much and instead just get as drunk as possible. There was a chance Yaku already had his drink mixed but wanted you to get your own. The two of you tended to not drink whatever was the main drink of the night. Not that he never let you, since before you two got together that was the only way you could get any drinks. Now that you were together, you shared whatever he bought.
Your arms were full, but you had texted your boyfriend that you were almost there, smiling as you saw him waiting outside.
“Angel, there you are, let me get those.” He hurried towards you, taking the bottles from you before ushering you in. “Let’s go get your drink mixed and say hi to everyone.”
It didn’t take long for you and Yaku to determine your spot for the night. Most of the time you two just watched everyone else’s interactions while you two got drunk, but it never failed for you two to somehow put on a tiny show before disappearing for the night. Most newcomers to their parties always felt a little awkward when your shows happened, while those who were around more often were used to the display and knew that it meant you both were going to disappear soon.
You spotted your two best friends with their significant others by the tub for the jungle juice. Yaku laughed at the face you made of disgust. He knew you hated jungle juice mainly because you have had one too many bad experiences with it, although it was one of those bad experiences that led you and Yaku to grow closer and eventually date. Since that night, Yaku made you share his drinks with him, even before you got together. You introduced your friends to their now boyfriends, and now the three of you were staples at these parties.
As people began to arrive, you took your spot on Yaku’s lap, looking around and making small talk with people as they came up. You each had your cup of alcohol, Yaku’s hand securely on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles just under the hem of your shirt.
“Angel, did you hear what Iwa and Oikawa are planning for tonight?” He leaves a small kiss on your shoulder before looking up at you and taking a drink.
“Yeah, switching partners for the night. Not that my best friends know what to expect, but I don’t think they will mind.” A smirk rested upon your face as you took a drink, it amused you to see Yaku raise his eyebrow at your statement.
“You know something I don’t? Are you saying the girls also planned this?” He set his drink to the table next to you both as he brought you down for a quick kiss.
Wrapping your free arm around his neck, you brought your mouth close to his ear. “In case you didn’t know, the girls were discussing what it would be like to switch men for a night anyways.” You give him a quick kiss to his temple before sitting back upright.
“Who knew that the four of them would be thinking the same thing?”
Before you could respond, Atsumu wandered up to you both. “Four of who? Iwa, Oikawa, and their girls?”
“Yeah, ‘Tsumu, looks like we get some entertainment tonight.” Yaku took another drink while Atsumu sat down next to you both.
“Ya not wantin’ in on their plans, Mori?” Atsumu nudged his friend a bit, ignoring the glare.
“You know he doesn’t like to share, ‘Tsumu, don’t tease Mori.” You could feel Yaku’s grip on your hip tighten as his fingers dug into the fabric of your skirt. “Even if he did, it wouldn’t be with those two or anyone from this frat at least.”
“I know he won’t share ya, but now I’m curious if he did, who it would be with.” Atsumu took a swig of his beer before making eye contact with Yaku once more. The two were a close pair, but not as close as Yaku was with Kuroo.
“Well, if I had to share… let me think.” You knew what his answer would be, and it was all to get under Atsumu’s skin. “I would have to say ‘Samu. At least he isn’t part of this frat.”
You couldn’t help but almost giggle at Atsumu’s face. The last thing he wanted to know was the fact that Yaku would willingly share you with his own brother.
“Don’t be upset, ‘Tsumu. I’m sure if you asked Iwa or Oikawa, they’d be willin’ to share with you as well.” You took your hand and gently ruffled the blond’s hair before taking another drink. If there was one thing you knew, it was that Yaku and Atsumu respected one another and were good friends outside of their little bickers.
“Ya know they wouldn’t let me. Maybe Oikawa, but Iwa wouldn’t let me come within five feet of his girl.” His frown was evident, and you knew that you should try and cheer him up.
“I’ll try and talk to Iwa if everything goes well for them tonight. How ‘bout that, ‘Tsumu?” Satisfied with that answer, he got up, giving you a pat on the head and Yaku a nod while he went to find his possible hookup of the night.
It was a comfortable silence for a few minutes while you and Yaku looked on at everyone else, watching as they all were slowly getting more drunk and their inhibitions were getting lower. It didn’t take long before you both saw Oikawa wander off to another part of the house with Iwa’s girlfriend.
While you tried to see exactly where they went, you felt a soft tap to your chin, looking towards Yaku. “You want a shot, angel? I’ll share with you.” He knew the answer to that question as a bright smile spread across your face, along with a nod.
Removing his hand from your hip, he leaned over to grab the bottle of Everclear that you both would use later should you need more mixed drinks. Unscrewing the cap, Yaku brought the bottle up to his lips and drank some, keeping a bit in his mouth. After placing the bottle down, he gently grabbed your chin and brought you in for a kiss, his tongue asking for entrance into your mouth. As soon as you do, he pushes the alcohol from his mouth to his, breaking the kiss after to let you swallow. As soon as you finished, you pulled him back in for another kiss, trying to fight for dominance for once. He humored you for a moment before turning the tables, earning a small giggle from you once you broke apart.
“Let me know when you want another shot, angel.” He smiled at your nod, before you took a drink from your own cup. Noticing it was half empty, you reached down to grab your bottles. Yaku made sure that your skirt didn’t ride up too high while you bent down. While he would like to enjoy the view, he wasn’t willing to let others see.
“You want any, Mori?”
“Nah, you enjoy your lemonade and Everclear. Don’t want to take any from you.”
As you went on, you could see Iwa and Azumi get up to play beer pong. Nudging your boyfriend in the side, you tilted your head towards their direction knowing that they were going to be competing not only with the other team but with each other.
“I can sense the sexual tension between them already.”
“Mhm, it’s only a matter of time before it snaps and they wander off to either his room or Tooru’s.” You took the chance to turn in Yaku’s lap to face him, your skirt flaring out around your legs.
“I give them ten minutes after the game.” Once again, he rested his hand on your hip, his fingers slipping ever so slightly below the hem of your shirt to rub small circles in your skin.
“I give it until she drags him to dance, you know how she is. Once she gets drunk enough and she starts dancing, that’s her queue.” Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to his forehead. “It is how she met Tooru if you remember, she got drunk enough to just dance and ended up dancing with him before they wandered off.”
“That is true, while we met because you needed someone to take care of your sick self after drinking too much jungle juice.” He took another sip before chuckling at your pout. You hated whenever he brought that up. It was one of your least presentable moments.
“That’s embarrassing and you know it.”
“If anything, it led me to sharing my drinks with you, and from there, us dating.”
“That is very true, but I wish you met me when I wasn’t throwing up in the bathroom.”
“Don’t act like I never noticed your pretty self, I just didn’t know how to talk to you. That accidentally gave me the perfect chance.” Removing his hand from your hip, he brought it up to gently stroke your cheek. The two of you had admired each other from afar, both too shy to talk to the other.
As you finished your next drink, you saw your best friend drag Iwa to dance. “Here we go, turns out I was right.” Yaku looked to the side around your shoulder to see Iwa being dragged to dance. He huffed in annoyance that you were right. Although Azumi was your best friend so you knew their tendencies better than him.
The two of you watched them dance before Iwa made his move. Yaku’s gaze flickered to you as you choke slightly on how straightforward he was, going as far as to place his hand on her throat. “Never knew he could be so…”
“Blunt in his actions?” Nodding slightly at Yaku before turning your gaze back to the pair in question. From there it only took another minute or so until you watched as they wandered off in the direction of Oikawa’s room. “Nothing like fucking your best friend’s girl in his own room it seems.” Yaku sighed before resting his hand back on your hip, squeezing lightly.
“There goes our fun for the night, since no one else is trying to hook up with their friend’s girlfriend.” You smiled as Yaku poured more into your cup. He wasn’t one to let your cup be completely empty, but sometimes it did happen.
“Unless we see ‘Tsumu or someone else try and fail to get laid. ‘Tsumu will probably succeed though because it’s him.”
The two of you went back to watching what was happening around you. A few of your mutual friends wandered up to make short conversations with you both, not wanting to linger around too long just in case that you happened to get horny. By this point, you had drank nearly half a bottle of everclear on your own, not counting the ‘shots’ that Yaku gave you.
“Open.” It was simple but you knew what was going to happen. He took another swig of everclear and proceeded to basically spit the liquid into your mouth. Some still ended up on your skirt and his shirt, and some even clung to his chin. Before he had a chance to bring his hand up to wipe it off, in your haze you leaned forward to gently gather the liquid with your tongue before bringing him into a kiss.
Yaku could tell just from the kiss alone that you were done drinking for the night after this cup, but also that you were becoming desperate for him. The gentle rock of your hips not going unnoticed though the last five minutes.
Pulling away, one of his hands came to rest on your cheek. “Someone becoming a bit desperate?” He took pride in the small whine that escaped your lips made him smile. “Does my angel want to put on a show for everyone around us?” His thumb rubbing along your cheek before swiping towards your lips. As if on some silent command, you brought his thumb into your mouth, looking sweetly at him before he pulled away.
“If you want me to fuck you tonight, I want you to cum once before we disappear. Think you can do that?” He heard a faint yes before starting to shuffle himself and then you. Moving one leg out from under you so you were resting on one of his thighs. “Can you cum just from my thigh? If you do, I promise I’ll fuck you however you want.”
Your breath hitched at the promise of being fucked how you wanted, not that Yaku was a selfish lover. But you both knew that when you were given the chance to decide, that it lit a spark inside of you. This wasn’t a challenge, you had cum on his thigh before, but those times he also touched you. During these moments, when you would put on a show to anyone who happened to gaze your way, Yaku only ever left his hands on your ass, hips, or thighs. Refusing to touch you where you needed him most.
“Need you Mori… “ it was breathless, and barely above a whisper, but Yaku heard it over the sound of the music playing around you. “Want you inside me.”
“If you want me inside you, then you need to be a good girl for me, you can do that right?” He brought his hand under your chin to force you to look at him in the eyes. They were soft but you knew he meant it, he wanted you to be a good girl.
“‘M a good girl, promise Mori.” Your gentle pout about the fact that he was unsure of your ability to be good for him brought a soft smile to his face.
“You’re always such a good girl, the prettiest girl for me. You never disappoint me.” He let his hand fall to rest back on your thigh, his fingers gently brushing against the inside of your thigh. “The sooner you start your little show, the sooner I can be inside you.”
Gently nodding your head. You placed a hand on either side of his head, steadying yourself as you began to gently rock back and forth. It would take you a bit to get over the feeling of being watched. Not that you minded an audience, you just needed to get into a rhythm and focus on chasing your own high against your boyfriend.
Pressing your forehead against his, you could faintly hear his praises as you started to set a pace that was comfortable for you that you could keep without his help. At the same time, you could feel the stares of others around you, mostly of those who might not be used to seeing this display at a party. Faint praises of ‘look at you’, ‘such a good girl’, and ‘look at you putting on a show’.
You knew internally that the pace you were going at wasn’t enough to get you to cum, or at least it would take you longer than you wanted. “M-mori, please touch me somewhere… please.”
Who was he to deny you when you sounded so pretty and out of breath. He could see that the longer you were grinding on him, that the more you became aroused and needy. While he wouldn’t actually touch you where you needed him most, he knew that even brief touches elsewhere would do the job for now.
“If that’s what my pretty baby needs, then how can I deny her?” Setting down his cup on the table beside him, he ran his hands up your thighs, slipping under your skirt. He felt the way your body reacted to his touches, especially since he could feel how wet you were getting. Deciding to plant his hands on your ass, pulling you forward, making you grind down harder than you had been. He smirked as he watched your face twist with pleasure, a gasp escaping your lungs.
He leaned forward to plant kisses along your collarbone and neck. “My pretty baby, you make the most beautiful sounds. To think they are all mine too, it’s a gift to those watching.” He loved feeling your hands move to tug at his hair, the other trailing down his chest. This was your favorite pair of parties, and while he would tell you he wouldn’t touch you, it always ended up with him basically starting to rip your clothing off before you finished.
It was hard to keep your hands to yourself as you ground yourself against his thigh, and with one hard tug on his hair, he got the message and started to randomly flex his thigh. Sending jolts of pleasure spirling through your body. It was almost like a practiced routine, the timing between when you would move forward and when he would flex his thigh.
You could feel the lingering stares, and in the distance you could swear you heard Atsumu make a side comment. Not that you could understand with the way you were feeling and starting to be blissed out on pleasure. Feeling Yakus lips on your neck, while his hands occasionally squeezed your ass, daring to reveal your ass to the party with each movement. The flexing of his thigh sends you closer and closer to your orgasm.
Another tug of his hair earns you the pleasure of hearing his grunt. Although it earned a bite to your collarbone from your lover. Your other hand moved to wander under his shirt, feeling your way back up as you ground your hips harder on his thigh. Tugging on his hair again to bring him into a sloppy kiss, little moans escaping your mouth before separating to catch your breath. His teasing of the possibility of the rest of the party seeing your ass and panties drove you to teasing of your own.
Leaning your head to kiss along his jaw and neck, letting your hand gently fall back down along his chest. Sucking just below his ear, a spot you knew would drive him wild. As your hand dropped down, you started to palm him through his shorts, feeling how hard he already was just from the little show you were putting on. He loved when other people watched you, knowing full well that you were his, and no one else could have you like this. You were his good girl, even if there were times you were a massive brat and tease.
Although you knew he wasn’t minding what you were doing, you could feel how shaky his breath was as you pressed slightly harder as you reached the head, while you continued to kiss and suck along his neck and jaw. As you reached a very sensitive spot, you felt a swift smach to your ass, causing a small yelp to leave your mouth as you leaned back to look at Yaku.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself angel.” Taking one hand, he brought it up to gently grab a chunk of hair at the base of your neck, pulling you back into a kiss. He couldn’t hold back a moan as you basically wrapped your hand around his cock through his shorts. He tried to resist rutting into your hand as you continued palming him. He could tell you were getting closer to your orgasm as your hips started to stutter a bit as you moved. “Are you getting close princess? Soon you’ll get your reward.”
The idea of being able to slip away from everyone soon brought a soft smile to your face. Your brain was starting to become hazy due to how close you were. Yaku returned to pressing kisses to your neck, sucking hard on the skin to leave little marks. While he wasn’t going to touch your cunt, the hand on your ass forced you to move faster and harder along his thigh. He was getting just as impatient as you were.
Deciding to be bold, and test your luck, you slowly moved your hand to Yakus waistband, attempting to slide your hand below the fabric. You stopped when you felt a nip at your neck, understanding that this was not the place for that. “Mori… Can we just slip away, need you now.”
“Once you finish we can, I know you need a little more of a push.” Releasing the grip on your hair, Yaku slipped his hand below the hem of your skirt, letting his fingers trace your inner thigh before ghosting over your panties. “I don’t want to wait so we can play this game another day.” Pressing more kisses to your neck as he brought his fingers to rub on your clit through your panties. He knew that it wouldn’t take long for you to come undone at this point. Between the hard and fast pace that was set, his fingers circling your clit, and him kissing and sucking on the sensitive parts of your neck, it would only be a matter of time.
After about another minute or two, you had to grab onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright as you came undone. Biting into Yaku’s shoulder to keep your cries quiet, while Yaku kept gently circling your clit to help you ride through your high, the pace now gentle as you semi-collapsed against him.
Turning his head to gently kiss your temple, a smile on his face. “You did so good for me angel, let’s head back to our room now. Just wrap your arms around my shoulders and don’t let go.” Giving another soft kiss before gently repositioning you. He didn’t care to leave your drinks behind, at this point you were both drunk off alcohol and arousal.
Yaku got up, in the process helping you stand as well, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he started to make his way back to the room you two basically shared. He made brief eye contact with Atsumu before disappearing into the crowd.
In order to get to his room, he had to pass Oikawa’s. Unsure if he would hear any noises coming from within or if you both had finished yet. He raised an eyebrow as he heard your best friend moaning out for Iwa, in contrast to hearing her beg for Oikawa. “Seems like they are having fun, huh angel?” He felt your nod against his shoulder before continuing on. He was thankful he kept his door unlocked and slightly ajar for instances like this. Closing the door behind him, he made his way towards the bed, helping you sit down. It didn’t take long for you to lay back against the bed and look up at him with a small pout, all because he hadn’t joined you yet.
He thought you were beautiful like this, tears on your waterline from the pleasure you felt, eyes glazed and filled with lust. You were always beautiful but he loved seeing you like this. Although he knew you were both impatient for this. Your arms reached for him as you pulled him back down for a kiss. Using his arms to keep himself above you.
Breaking away enough for you both to catch your breath. “Let me make you feel good angel. It’s the least I can do since you put on a wonderful show.” Your gentle nod was all it took for him to break from your hold. Taking off his shirt while you did the same, you just admired the way his neck was adored with little marks from you, all while Yaku started to work your panties and skirt off you, while you had unhooked your bra and tossed it somewhere else in the room. Pulling him back in for a kiss as he rid you of the last of your clothing.
He could sense your impatience as he felt your hands wander down to start unbuttoning his shorts. Chuckling softly against your lips, he pulled back to finish what you had started, leaving him in just his boxers. After tossing his pants somewhere in his room, he leaned back down to give you a rough kiss, one of his hands resting on your hip while his other arm was used to keep him hovering above you.
It didn’t take long for Yaku’s kisses to move to your jaw and neck. Enjoying the sounds you made as he lightly sucked and bit at the sensitive skin. The hand that rested in your hip came up to grope at one of your breasts, massaging the soft flesh before pinching your nipple, causing a gasp to leave you in surprise. After leaving a few more bites on your neck, Yaku left a trail of kisses down to your other breast, taking the other nipple into his mouth. Rolling his tongue over it and occasionally pulling back to gently blow air on it, making you shiver. He felt your hands tangled in his hair, and how you were lightly pulling on it as he teased you slightly.
He placed a hand back on your hips to stop you from grinding against him, whispering for you to behave and have some patience. Once he gave attention to both breasts, he continued trailing kisses along your stomach and down to your hips. Giving a gentle bite to one hip before settling himself on his knees between your legs. Resting either of your thighs on his shoulders.
“Is this okay angel?” He had one eyebrow raised as he waited for your answer. You knew a headnod wouldn’t be good enough for a response.
“Y-yeah, it’s okay. Please Mori, need you.” It was almost breathless but it was enough for him. He started to trail kisses down the inside of one thigh towards your core. The closer he got, the hotter you swore you felt. His kisses ignited fire where he kissed. Once he reached your cunt, he simply smiled. He knew you could feel his breath along your slit and he knew it would drive your crazy. Having to use his hands to keep your hips from bucking towards him.
He wanted to hear you do some begging. Choosing to take one hand and gently run a single fingertip along the outside of your slit, avoiding it completely. The whine that left you sounded like pure desperation as he noticed you sit up on your elbows to look at him.
“Mori… please. Please touch me, I’ll be your good girl.” He gave a kiss to your thigh while maintaining eye contact with you, before chuckling to himself.
“Then lay back and let me treat you like the princess you are.” He waited until you laid back before giving your thigh another kiss. Then gently he brought his tongue to lick up your slit before rolling it around your clit. He could hear the sigh that you let out as he finally was where you needed him.
Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or the experience that he had with your body, but you couldn’t help but feel a heightened pleasure. Gripping his hair as a gasp escapes from you once more. He snaked one hand up to start putting one finger in your hole, slowly finding the spots you cannot reach. You knew he loved whenever you squeezed his head with your thighs, so he never made an attempt to keep them apart.
It didn’t take long for you to relax and him to fit another two fingers in, moving to find that sweet spot that makes you buck against his face. He could tell you were getting close as your moans got louder and you squeezed his head harder. He wanted you to come undone before he relieved himself, and it only took a little more pressure and him sucking and circling your clit with his tongue to feel you lock up as you came.
Giving one more kiss to the inside of your thigh before standing up. Leaning over to press a soft kiss to your lips while giving his cock a few pumps. “Ready angel?” He peppered kisses to your face as he waited for your soft ‘yes’.
After your answer left your lips, he lined himself up and pushed the tip into your hole slowly. Wanting you to feel the stretch as he filled you up. Eventually bottoming out, waiting for you to adjust and give him the go ahead to start moving. His forehead resting on yours, whispering sweet nothings to you.
“Move Mori…” That was all it took for him to start moving his hips. Starting out slow and slowly increasing to a fast and rough pace. Locking your legs around his waist as he leaned down to bite and suck at your chest once more. At this point, Yaku was chasing his own high, the alcohol causing his pace to be slightly sloppy. The sound of Yaku’s skin slapping into yours filled the room along the moans escaping you both.
As Yaku’s pace became sloppier and more forceful, you knew he was coming close to his end. “Inside Mori, want you inside.” Hearing those words caused Yaku to pound into you harder, almost like he was intending to mark you as his forever. A few more pumps before he stilled inside you, letting his cum paint your insides before collapsing on top of you, rolling over with you in his arms, letting his cock soften inside you.
“I love you angel, but let this be a reminder that I won’t share.”
