Shitty Pervy Roommate Dazai Who's Always Just A Little Bit Too Comfortable With You. He Has Weird Hours

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝗞𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗼𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗸𝗶

You made his feathers ruffle and spread love through his existence, Keigo was your golden boy. Touya thought you were spoilt even if you were slowly changing his view on the world, one things for sure though —he’d never be under you like Keigo and he’d always be there to bring you back down. Even if he enjoyed watching you make a mess outta bird boy.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + 3 some f/m only + sub/switch Keigo + switch reader + Dom Touya + pegging + praise + cum play + fluff on Keigo’s part + established relationship with Keigo + spice level: high + Keigo restrained +

Posted this before but decided to repost! Has been sitting on my ao3 for awhile.

The agreement was mutual that keeping your relationship with Hawks was under wraps. Truthfully you didn’t want the hassle of it, he was incredibly popular and the commission was also the other issue.

They’d do what they had to if things weren’t working in their favour, not to mention the shitty PR teams would try to start arranging things to their own liking.

In your own words, Hawks life was controlled by them, you weren’t going to allow Keigo’s life to be nor were they going to tell you how to love him.

He finally realised in those words, in that moment he really was totally was in love with you, with every fibre of his being. It was a foreign feeling to start, he knew what admiration felt like, he knew what pride felt like and he certainly knew how lust felt.

But love was a clash of all three, it was a confusing mess to work through sometimes, but learning to love you was something he was all too keen for. His feathers ruffled by themselves when he seen you, the grin eas uncontrollable and his heart fluttered in his ribs sending tingles through his body.

You made him excited and you made him calm.

But this relationship wasn’t anything to do with anyone else, when Hawks came home he was Keigo and he was yours to dote on.

However there was one small problem that you did have with Hawks being allowed to act like a free man and that was his natural flirty personality.

Girls often got the wrong idea, you were perfectly secure in yourself but when you started seeing suggestive posts about Hawks potential love interests… it’s enough to bug even the most secure of relationships.

You’d seen a post about rumours that he was liking an interviewer that kept popping up around him. She was pretty, all done up and giggly around him, typical girl next door kinda vibes but you doubt the innocence was genuine.

Hawks entertained it not realising his kindness and manners could come across as interested to easily pleased girls or fame seeking one’s. The odd photo slipping out where they’d been caught talking in halls alone or she had managed to work her way into somewhere he was.

You weren’t worried about him what so ever, how he looked at her didn’t cause you concern you’d been with him long enough to know he wasn’t Keigo around her. He was Hawks and that persona could play the part for anyone because that’s how he was taught.

But poor little Hawks wasn’t exactly putting a stop to her games when she started to, what you as his girlfriend would consider, overstepping.

So you’d decided to remind him, and he always enjoyed it.

Drool spilled from the gag in his mouth, his hands tied behind his back giving his back a small arch from the mattress.

His eyes were watering and his hips rolling to try encourage his thick cock further down your throat, your index and forefinger running circles around his hole that was clenching. He panted heavily from his nose, swallowing thickly.

His voice was muffled behind the gag but he still managed to whimper when you pushed the tips of your fingers in, thickly covered in lube. His dick flexed in your mouth as you slid your fingers in past the tight ring and he clenched around them.

You released him from your mouth, heavy wet dick slapping on his stomach covered in drool.

“Aw, Kei you that sensitive hmm?”

His chest heaved as gold eyes looked down glassy and focused on you. Your tongue pressed to the base of his cock and slid up to the head, fingers pressing in to the hilt in movement with your tongue. He frowned at you trying to convince you of his stubbornness, six pack clenching as you let more spit drool onto his head of his dick. It flexed again under your tongue, feeling it harden under it made you moan on his dick, cunt clenching around nothing.

“You’re such a good boy Kei~”

Your fingers began pumping into him, tips curling when deep enough to press against that spot that had him babbling behind the gag, hips rising to encourage you to take his dick back in your mouth.

“Hmm, I think you’re warmed up enough~”

You fingers pulled from him and you stood, his eyes widening at the strap on you had harnessed to you. He actually looked a little worried yet that needy look glazed in his eyes? That flexing of his cock as excited anticipation rocked through his body? -He’d handle it, he always did.

You placed your hands either side of his ribs and hovered over him, the strap rubbing against his own dick and you rolled your hips rutting against it.

He released a heavy, breathy sigh through his nose, golden eyes watching you hover over him, tits pressed together sandwiched between your arms, your glassy eyes looking at him so lovingly despite your attitude towards him this evening.

That reassurance from you was silent, but oh so there in your eyes and it made him fucking melt for you.

He trusted you completely and this? Well it was hot. Completely dominating him but loving after him? Ugh.

Fuck he’d never get enough of it, that strap was long though, the bubble of excitement mixed with a little worry was intoxicating.

The sunset from the penthouse windows behind you glowing, your hair falling to frame your face, spit glistening down your chin. Like an angel waiting to do something oh so unholy to him. Despite your loving eyes contradicted that smirk on your glossy plump lips, swollen from kiss him and his cock.

Reaching up you unbuckled the gag letting him spit it out to the side, drool trailing either side of his mouth.

“You can’t be fucking serious kid thats too lon-ngh. Shit slow down will ya?”

You rolled your hips again letting the lubed dildo rub along his cock, stuttering his words as he acted like he wouldn’t be a drooling mess when you started to fuck him.

“Yeah it’s a new one, you’ll manage Kei~ or need me to get you a little more needy?”

You shifted yourself to straddle him, reaching down to grab his dick and run the thick head around your clit, a breathy moan leaving you before pressing it to your entrance.

“M’not-hah- I ain’t gonna break for ya kid so stop trying.”

He actually sounded a little pissed off and you only smirked at him, his little attitude was attractive because he so rarely showed it around you. His attempt of not giving in to you, like he was trying to convince himself that he was still in charge despite this position he foolishly allowed himself to get into.

Sinking yourself down onto him he sucked in breath as he felt his thick head stretching you out, slowly sinking down onto him until you reached half way, you were so wet, warm and pulsing around his cock his eyes almost rolled back into his damn skull.. You were tight as hell without him warming you up, without letting him prep you like he always did because he was thick.

Keigo never able to slide straight in, it’s a good job he was a lot more considerate than Touya being thicker than him. Keigo would start soft to adjust you, where Touya purely fucked rough.

Your pussy was sucking his cock in as your walls clenched around him, he could feel you struggling with the stretch and especially at this position, you were wet it was coating your thighs -you were drooling for him just by sucking his cock and seeing him like this.

It was almost enough of a thought to let himself cum from just the first two inches in you, you had another 5 to go before he was at the hilt and it only stayed thicker.

“Struggling there kid? S’brave of you without any prep.” He slurred out, trying his hardest to keep attitude, his hardest to stay cocky.

he was drooling already, his bottom lip was threatening to tremble. He was trying so hard to keep cocky but failing miserably with his slurring, watching the pink dust across your cheeks and your mouth hang open.

A beautiful mess above him, how the hell was he gonna hold back from cumming just seeing you like this after edging him?

Fuck, fuck, fuck you were so fucking warm around him, Keigo took the opportunity to roll his hips up into you to push into the hilt making your breath hitch, gasping a little as he rolled again the slight pained look on your face at him filling you.

That brief moment of you breaking as his dom and he tried to use it to his advantage to turn the tables in his favour.

“How about you take these cuffs off dove, let me do the work hmm?”

You placed a hand on his stomach to balance yourself, the strap on now laying on his stomach from your hips against his, cock buried in you giving a pleasant yet painful stretch.

Keigo’s eyes widened when you began to bounce his attempt at manipulating you not working. The slick squelching as your pussy sucked him back in with every thrust, he wasn’t gonna last, no fucking way -not like this.

“S-shit, dove-“

He was already overly sensitive from all the teasing, the edging with that tongue and throat of yours working it’s magic. But he wasn’t backing down he knew he had more stamina than you, he just needed to tire you out. He just needed to convince himself he’d out last you, get you to beg him to fuck you cause you struggled to hit that spot like he could.

“Is that -ngh- S’that all you got kid? You’re gonna beg me to help you cum, M’not losing.”

It was difficult to believe him when his voice started confident and trailed off into whimpering and slurring out. The fire in his golden eyes was lit, still looking a little bratty and pissy, but his voice was breaking and breathy.

His arms were going numb behind his back, grabbing the sheets under him as his toes curled against the bed, feet braced against it as he tried to angle himself.

The repetitive wet slapping of his skin hitting yours, that squelching of your pussy drooling and sucking him your moaning above him, looked like a hot mess riding him like that.

That damn strap on taunting him as it slapped against his stomach each time you rose and dropped against him. Shit it was too much, his cock was throbbing in you, flexing as he tried so hard to hold back from blowing his load in you.

“M’respecting the effort -give up, I can feel you clenching around me you’re not gonna cum like this kid, you need me fucking you.”

His weak, breathy taunting fell on deaf ears as you reached down to play with your clit, Keigo’s eyes widened as he realised what you were doing.

Slick covering your hardened bud you ran circles over it with the pad of your finger. The heat soaring through you as you coaxed yourself towards cumming on him.

“D-Dove? C’mon, let me help you.”

That built up came too quickly, Keigo moaned under you as his hips rose to meet yours. He didn’t like that you were on the verge of cumming without his help, he wanted to get you to cum -with him around you should never be doing it yourself… but being used like this by you was making his cock throb weighing out his sulking.

He felt his own release building as he seen you close to yours, his stomach tensing as he tried holding himself back. He wouldn’t last if you came on him, he knows how it feels to have those sloppy walls clench around him as you cum.

“You feel so fucking good Kei- y’gonna help me cum yeah?” You panted above him, your one hand on the bed gripped the sheets beside him.

He nodded under you, those beautiful glassy gold eyes pleading you to let him help you. His stubbornness cracking as you looked at him so doe eyed.

“You gonna let me use you?”

Keigo groaned, god you were so fucking hot, pussy so sloppy as you sucked his cock in again and again. Riding him like such a pro, knowing how to move knowing what he liked because he was your little golden boy. Slick running down his balls and ass from how wet you’d got over this. It sounded so wet, so filthy.

shit he was always damn well giving into you. This is what Touya always belittles him for -spoiling you.

He couldn’t help it, you deserved it and you loved him back just as equally, his heart soared higher than he’d ever flown around you.

He wanted the world to see you beside him, he wanted you on his arm during these stupid meetings.

He wanted to flaunt you to that annoying interviewer than wouldn’t leave him the hell alone, it’s why he allowed the flirting, why he gave some back and made sure he was caught by cameras.

Keigo wasn’t stupid, he acted oblivious to his natural flirtatious personality but it was never an accident, he knew what he was doing. Because he wanted to crack your stubbornness on not going public —he understood why but he hated it, he wanted the world knowing you were together.

But he did have to secretly thank this naïve interviewer, getting fucked like this because she wouldn’t leave the hero alone was almost worth the bother.

“Y-You wanna use me dove?”

Yup, he broke. You won. When he thought about how much he loved you, seen that needy look on your face and your glassy eyes? That crap would always break him, he couldn’t help it, he was a weak, weak man for you.

Touya would be bitching in his ear later about how pathetic he was for you, but fuck it!

You nodded dumbly and he rolled his hips into you, your breath hitching as he dragged the head of his dick against that spot you were trying to find. That he knew so damn well because he’d drank your reactions in so many times it was almost natural for him knowing your body so well. His eyes never missed anything you gave, those keen gold orbs took every memory you gave him so he could replay it.

“Use me then kid, you gonna fuck that dick yeah? Take what’s yours huh?”

That did it, his stubbornness cracking completely as his lovesick heart once again took over.

“Gonna fuck your golden boy right?”

He sounded mean, pushing you to cum with his words as he bucked his hips again to hit that spot that made your vision blur. The rough slap of his hips into you as he buried as deeply as he could get it. Keigo let you dom him, but he knew when he was mean it made those little hearts on your eyes shine.

You braced yourself forward slightly and he started to pound upwards into you, chasing his own release as you clamped down on him, hips pressing to his as you moaned out his name over and over, slurring your love for him. His heart swelling with each moany breath and gasp that hitched in your throat trying to say you loved him.

It was all too much, it was too sloppy too messy. His nerves burning, his toes curling and the emotion in his chest built to a place that made tears glisten in those gorgeous golden eyes.

“M’cummin’ dove, m’hah, fuck yeah that’s it kid. God your pussy is so fucking good! God- godfuckingloveyou.”

He growled his words at the end -desperate and needy almost feral, slapping his hips and his cock sliding in so easily now as your cum drooled down it, coating his own thighs and balls, his sensitive head burning as it glided along your silky walls.

His hips pinned to yours, eyes rolling back with his head as he released, coating your insides.

His high was short lived, you lifted yourself from him, letting both your cum leak out and coat his dick as it slapped wetly against his stomach. He was breathy, panting as he looked down watching the mixed fluid link between you both. His cock suddenly feeling so cold compared to the warmth of being buried in you.

You smirked at him whilst panting, sliding back down the bed until your feet hit the floor. You guided the dildo and gathered the mix of cum dripping down him on the end of the strap on before pressing it against his hole to fuck it into him.

Golden eyes widened as he looked down at what you were about to do, his body betrayed his lying expression of worry -giving away that actually he wanted this, he always did. You knew by his thick cock flexing, still hard, his hole clenched around nothing.

Pressing forwards the tip pushed through the tight ring, your hands placed on his hips to stop him rising from the bed. Your tits squishing together as your arms caged them, hovering over him.

“M’not done with you Kei, thought you got the upper hand there hmm?”

“Ngh- kid it’s too fucking long I can’t take i-“

“You got your safe word Kei?”

“Fuc- kid you’re gonna ruin me-“

“Safe word?” You repeated again, his jaw clenched as he tilted his head back briefly to suck in air, then nodded.

You pushed forward slowly letting it enter him and stretch him out, it wasn’t thick like his own dick, but it was the longest you’d used on him.

Keigo’s head tilted back further, drool leaving his lips as he panted and arched from the bed. Hard cock flexing against his stomach as it slid in so beautifully he almost came from it.

“Fuck, fuck - dove, s’good-“

You cooed praises for him as you eased it in, his legs trembling either side of you as you hit his prostate. You knew by how his breath hitched, his legs tensed and he fell silent.

You looked down and rose an eyebrow.

“You took the whole length Keigo, that must be so deep hmm?”

“Ngh-“ he tried to speak but failed, only managed a dumb nod.

A hand reached up to grab his cock, rubbing the palm over his head he whimpered and rocked his hips.

“N-No, don’t s’too sensitive, I can’t- not my cock-“

“You can Keigo.”

His open mouthed pants became heavier as you pulled the strap on back, the squelch of lube and cum as you gently pushing back in hitting that spot deep within him. Glassy golden eyes looked down to watch you begin to thrust in and out of him, his eyes focused on the slick red dildo disappearing into his ass and your hand wrapped around his cock. Hand setting a pace on his dick, watching his cum coated cock throb in your grip and tears welled in his eyes.

“Fuck kid, there -you’re hitting-hah yeah that’s it.”

Keigo slurred, the tears spilling as he whimpered under you, sheets gripped in his hands borderline ripping as he clung to it for dear life. Your pace picked up and he seen fucking stars, that heat rose in his body so fast that he felt a little panicked.

“I’m gonna - dove I’m gonna cum so fucking hard keep do-ngh-“

“S’it golden boy, cum for me hmm?”

“Y-yeah gonna cum f’you, fuck-me- you’re gonna make me-I’m cummin’”

You watched his eyes roll back into his skull as he came so hard he couldn’t even whimper, any noise lodged in his throat as it rocketed through his body into spasms, it wasn’t anything like when he came from his dick, he felt it through his whole body.

Hips rising from the bed and his toes curling, your hand fucking his cock left him no mercy as his came again through his cock at the same time. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he choked out a mix of words that sounded like his own language.

Cum shot from the slit up to his chest, hitting his own chin as you slowed your thrusting to help ease him down.

His body spasmed in places even when he fell lax against the bed, before he finally whimpered out to you as he felt the dildo shift in him, making his body jolt. He couldn’t take anymore it was too much. His vision was blurred, stars still dotted them.

“N-No more please, dove I can’t, fuck- it’s so fucking deep kid I-“

You panted above him, planting your hands either side his hips and smiled at him.

He was a fucking mess, his hair stuck to his face as sweat dripped down him, cum on his stomach and chest, ribs heaving as he looked at you with glassy, dopey eyes. Sweat beaded on him like jewels, rolling down into his thick neckline mixing into the cum he impressively shot there.

Your lips pressed to his before rubbing your nose against his lovingly. You pulled out from him, hearing the lewd pop and he moaned against your mouth, a heavy sigh left him as he fell completely lax against the bed.

“S’a good job I love ya,” He mumbled, giving you a half assed playful glare, little smile twitching on his lips.

You hummed against his mouth agreeing with him, the peace was short lived though -both eyes turning to the door when a much deeper voice filtered through. The blue eyes glowing against the light of sunset through the window, his eyes were fixed on you like a predator.

“Couldn’t wait for me to get back doll?”

Keigo watched your eyes widen, a smirk twitching at his lips as he seen the worry spread on your face as you frozen above him.

Keigo had noticed the moment you lowered yourself onto his dick to ride him that Touya had walked in, crossing his arms and leaning in the door way watching. He didn’t tell you, deciding giving Touya a show would be a nice little from me to you.

“All that mushy shit just for blondie huh? You realise how fucking lovesick you both look? Tch.”

Rough, cool skin smoothed over your ass, reaching for the buckle on your harness and undoing it, letting it fall to the bed before pushing your knees back onto it with his, making you straddle over Keigo again.

“Unlucky kid, karma came around pretty quick for you today hmm?” Keigo chucked under you, watching as you hovered over him again.

“Hey there Touya,” Popping his blonde head to the side Keigo beamed smiled at him, blue eyes glanced over your shoulder with much less enthusiasm to meet gold, giving the hero a grunt as a reply before focusing back on you.

Keigo would sub to you, the only person who could ever get him like this was you and he enjoyed it. However, Touya was the one who wouldn’t ever submit to you, he kept you in place the way Keigo never could.

He fucked you like he hated you, like you needed sometimes -like the blonde couldn’t commit to because he simply loved you to a point it was nauseating. For the flame user to witness anyway.

Touya just thought you were spoilt, that Keigo spoiled you too much but you very much were the balance in this poly relationship.

The boys had nothing for each other besides their unhealthy amount of need for you. It worked because you were between them, Keigo could get along with anyone but Dabi had a different perspective on the world and people. He tolerated the winged hero for access to you, so he told you guys but deep down you knew he enjoyed this little dynamic. Keigo allowed Touya in, from then his warped view on life and people started to change because of you.

“T-Touya-“

“Where’s the cockiness gone doll? Didn’t save any of it for me?”

He gripped on your hip, his other hand moved and heard him unbuckle his belt behind you.

“Shame, know I love fucking it outta ya,”

Tapping his hard dick against your ass cheek, before guiding it to your pussy and running it from your entrance to clit.

“Guess m’just gonna have to get you all dumb again,” he sighed out, acting like it was a hindrance.

Hand on your hip smoothed up your back to grip your hair and pull it back as he leaned over you, staples digging into your skin and the buckle of his belt.

“S’show bird boy here how you deal with brats, he’s too lovesick with you to do it. Y’already warmed up right doll? So I don’t need to let you adjust.” Touya spoke against your lips, craning your neck back so he he brush them over yours.

“Someone gonna get these cuffs of me?” Keigo deadpanned under you.

“You got yourself into that situation bird brain, deal with it.”

Keigo sighed in annoyance as you whimpered out against Touya’s mouth as his deep groaned answered you back from bullying his dick in. Touya was longer but not as thick as Keigo, hitting you so deeply your eyes would unfocus and cross sometimes.

Keigo pouted under you with a frown watching as Touya handled you in his own way.

Man, maybe he really should stop spoiling you.

©pharix/lonelystarrs 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

I need to write more for Keigo, honestly adore him so much and I love writing him T_T

omg omg for your event — could i get kaeya & ice play + titjob + spanking? ♡ ♡ congrats on the milestone <33

𖧷Cw: Ice play,titjob. 17+ only

𖧷Author's note: you can only choose one or two bby <33

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"Awh,looking at me like that won't do any changes darling~"

The smug decorated his face as he stared at your tits who got his dick between them,bouncing up and down against it. Kaeya took one of the ice cubes that rested in the bucket with multiple champagne bottles.

He,by suprise,brushed the cube on your lips and before you could try to slap it away,he removed the cube,sensually licking it while making eye contact with you.

"Your lips always taste good,they'll be better on my tip...don't you think?"

Oh how you loved that personality of his.

Kaeya moved the cube to the front of your neck,letting it melt while also sliding down your tits that you continued to rub it up and down to his hard dick,visible pre-cum flowing out. He soon took a another ice cube,placing it between his top and bottom teeth.

"Shall we see it then? My lips are...sometimes impatient~"

✶ nuclear seasons, [ soldier boy x reader ]

summary — he was friend’s with your mom. friend is a understatement cause when he appears in the middle of the night looking for revenge in your little apartment in the suburbs, you know he’s far from being nice.

warnings — +18 minors dni, smut, dead dove do not eat, we have a last name (also a mother!), kind of porn without plot? but not really cause it HAS one okay, we call it 50/50, fem!reader using she/her pronouns, p in v, masturbation ( m! receiving but blink and you miss it), dirty talk, age gap, choking, degradation, spitting (i'm sorry), fingering, mentions of injury, cancer (not you tho), tons of tension.

side notes — i’m never experiencing the post ovulation clarity lmao, that being said english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes, also i’m a whore for jensen ackles, and i stand for what i like proudly. // 5k+

Nightshade is a hero.

You're proud of your mother since you were pretty young. The hero that fought against Vought to death during the time Payback was active, America’s Troublemaker that you only knew as Stella Nightshade, a blonde woman that talked with the death during her golden years.

Maybe it’s your mother the one that pushed you to fight crime, to pursue the bad guys and look out for the victims that can’t stand for themselves, so even when you don’t inherit much from Stella’s gifts, you joined the CIA as soon as you can so you can do something that matters.

You’re the best in your class, work your ass off to be taken serious, to be more than the look of disappointment you receive when people ask, once again, if you have any powers like your mother and you have to admit — In pure shame, that you didn’t born as a superhero but a baby who cried loudly when is too hungry.

But as years pass you make a name for yourself, one that even if differs from Stella’s job has the same noble reasons behind. You also realize you were too naive growing up, believing in heroes that don’t deserve to be called that way.

The country has made a mistake on making superhumans so openly, and it’s clear that got out of control now, backfiring as they got so much power it’s almost impossible to take accountant of any of them.

You’ve worked along Grace Mallory from the shadows, and even when Stella would not be so proud of you for helping get his kind out of the streets, the justice is enough to feed you and keep you warm on a cold night.

You like it that way. You know Grace has a team for it, a legal army of supe-haters as you called them, yet, you prefer to stay in the dark, not let your personal life get involved cause one slip and you can lose it all— Even when you don’t have nothing at all. You like to have an outside life from work, it’s the sane thing to have, so when the CIA Deputy Director asks you about joining the infamous Boys, you politely decline assuring the woman you’ve been more helpful from the outside.

What would Stella Nightshade would say? Now that you’ve grown older and you don’t look at her the same way you used to when you encounter her files and read about your mother. You know she has done wrong, yet with the years, you don't imagine Soldier Boy himself was going to seek for revenge first thing he does when he wakes up, his plan including your mother even when she was long time dead before he even appeared in the picture.

That night especially you let your guard down. It's been a rough couple of weeks back in work, so when the night comes you're a victim of the stress, victim of your bosses and the people that surrounded you. You pour a glass of wine for yourself, light a cigarette even when you haven't smoked in years, and turn on the TV to see something else rather than the face of Homelander in every single channel you've been tuning lately.

It's a weapon. When you leave for a warm shower and start filling the bathtub, you're not aware of what that night was really going to be for you. Oblivious as you stand naked in the middle of the bathroom, holding the glass of wine between your fingers before entering the warm current that relaxed your muscles.

It seems tension is your worst enemy, makes your muscles feel like stone as you got in the water, the cigarette that hangs from your dry lips splashing with tiny droplets of perfumed water as the silence filled the air. It's what you needed, at least ten minutes with your brain shutting off completely, the pleasure you haven't experienced in forever by being so compromised with work.

It's a much-needed break. The smoke that leaves the room by the almost-closed window, the taste of wine still lingering in your lips as you sip another taste of the crimson liquor you love. You don't happen to notice when he's breaking in your apartment, silent and deadly as you were protected by a door closed and a white curtain.

You don't happen to hear him too. The music coming our from your phone is loud enough to silence the knocks on your door at first before breaking the wood, you're too deep in the still water that smelled like roses and vanilla, to even pay attention to what was going on outside the warmth of the four walls that surrounded you.

There's vapor coming out of the water and you find comfort in closing your eyes, in letting the blow of the smoke travel through your throat before suspending itself in the air, flowing as you drank.

In your defense, you haven't been like that in ages.

It's been a long time since you last fill the tub and have a relaxing session with yourself, so it makes sense you are enjoying it a little bit too much, too much cause when the invader is making a lot of noise when stepping into your property, you still enjoy the taste of the alcohol on your lips.

The ashes fall to the ceramic floor outside the tub and you should blame the CIA to make you so tense to the point it leads you to more problems than you ever had. In the dark room of your apartment, it's Soldier Boy the one who's going through any drawer he comes across, the ones closed, the ones hidden, any slit he can find, any clue that can trace your mother back to his personal vendetta.

He's oblivious to Stella's death and her daughter, so when the former superhero hears the noise in the bathroom he's fully convinced it's your mother the one who's behind that door, that she's the one who's going to tell him the truth, if she also sold him to the russians as well in the process.

He's decided also on killing her. She must need it after all that time getting older, closer to death more than ever.

Of course it's an unpleasant surprise when you can see the bathroom door opening when you're sure you left the front door closed and lock with at least two bolts to prevent anyone from getting inside, it makes you jump in the spot, quickly covering yourself from the new stranger that enters your bathroom.

"Stella?" he asks, it's the last room that the hero needs to check for himself.

You spot the green fabric of his suit immediately as you pressed your chest against the cold surface of the tub, and when the invader notices you're naked, he doesn't look away as any person with a hint of respect would do, but instead, continue on checking you out as you try to cover yourself in the water tinted in a nonexistent transparent color red.

You can feel his gaze as soon as you recognize him too, as you happen to notice that face from your mother's pictures, the propaganda in the TV when he did almost every commercial back when you were a kid. It's a shock, and dressed in his damn suit, you don't know why an old superhero is there standing beneath the yellowish bulbs of the light your bathroom happens to have.

Your cheeks adopt this pink color as you panic, grabbing the cup of wine to throw the liquid in the floor, breaking it against the marble walls just to shatter the glass in pieces, a weapon of defense as you lifted up against him.

"You're not Stella."

Soldier Boy looks amused: it's funny that you think you'd be able to kill him with shattered glass, yet he lets you keep thinking that way when he's enjoying the view.

Is he to blame? He just got out from this giant cooking oven back with the communists and he hasn't got his way with a lady since what seems are centuries, so when he spots you in the tub he simply cannot contain himself from peaking around. You should be in what? Not more than your 20's? Soft-looking skin that asked to be marked with his hands, by the force of his lips crashing in your flesh.

The thought is compelling, you're looking all feisty with the glass in your hand, threatening him and speaking something Soldier Boy cannot catch at first — Shit, he doesn't even notice the blood in your hand that's dripping all over your small rug in the floor, the power women like yourself seemed to have now and weirdly enough, a huge turn on.

"Get the fuck out!" you scream in an authority voice, the same you use back at work when you're mad, when you're usually holding a gun in defense more than a piece of broken glass "Stella is not fucking here!"

It takes a few more words to actually get him out of there, and as he closes the door behind him you finally stand to grab a towel covering from the currents of wind, trying, really hard, to think about anything else more that the fact that Soldier Boy has entered your house and your bathroom in the worst moment, far from what you were last updated with.

To be honest, it almost gave you a heart attack, leaving the bathroom to find your home torn apart, the drawers open and all the papers you've meticulously kept in place being all over the place as Ben stands awkwardly holding a shield in the middle of your living room.

"Fucking hell" you're cursing under your breath as you gathered some important things you cannot leave on the floor even when you're still wet from the shower, expelling this nice aroma that mixed the roses and the vanilla together with your personal scent — Weirdly enough, a fucking show to the hero that's already rock-hard from the peak he had of you from before.

You don't really notice it at first, too busy being mad as you let the papers you gathered on top of the table. You lose the shame you got left as the wet drops of the shower leave a trace in the floor — And as usual, you clearly don't notice it, but Ben does when the water is running down your back, and you're barking something about calling someone called Grace, holding onto a white tower with your dear life.

"Where is Stella Nightshade, sweetheart?" he speaks out loud cause he don't understand anything you say, really fighting to be nice with you like it would give him an opportunity to get under your skin.

"My mother's dead," you stand there without knowing what to say after. You know he and your mother were close, but you don't imagine he was going to actually go find her teammate when he recently woke up in a different country. "She died years ago dude, i'm sorry."

The information gathers in his head as you take a clean oversized shirt from the laundry basket covering with it as you throw the towel to the floor, Red Hot Chili Peppers it says, but he thinks it's a place in Italy more than a band like he isn't troubled already by the fact you were Stella's daughter, the person who thought was her only friend back in the time now dead.

"Does anyone know you're here?" your mind is drifting back to work again as you wondered if anyone knew he was going to break into your apartment and choose not to send any help — "Ben."

You've read his file. Hell, to be honest you've read every single file in Payback, so it's no surprise you know his name, but to the hero, it seems to be amusing when you call him by his real name, his mind fueled in a different direction as he notices you're not wearing any underwear beneath the shirt you're choosing to wear, one whose fabric's barely covering your tights.

"What do you mean dead?" he asks, furrowing his brows "It's not been so long."

"She got cancer three years ago" you explain with a sad tone, even when you disagree with Stella, it pains you to remember what sickness made out of her, consuming her from the inside at a cruel pace.

"Motherfucker," he states clearly angry, and you cannot help but look at him with a weird face, searching for the phone you left in the sofa to call any-fucking-body in the office that could send a damn army to get you: Didn't the Boys have everything under control? That's what you're told anyway, then why the fuck is the subject of matter cursing in your little messy apartment? — "Bitch just got away with it before I could do anything, isn't it? What a fucking shame."

"Pardon me?" it catches you by surprise at first, but it hits you soon after. Soldier Boy is not there to say hello to your mother or ask for her help, but instead, he's there to get revenge and actually kill Stella by his own matters.

Fuck. Of course is something new, something that makes you feel cold all sudden, your wet hair making you visible shake as you became aware of his plans.

"You know them. You know the people from the lab" it's more of a fact than a question, letting the words feel salty in his own mouth. "The ones that let me get away."

He's quickly to gather the pieces too, not as dumb as you think he is as the puzzle is finally coming up together in his head, and it's all it takes for him to take a step closer to you, cutting that space you've created since you kicked him out of the bathroom — He's angry now.

The red globe on his hand is now holding you by the throat, applying enough pressure to cut the air flow going to your lungs almost completely, his fingertips warm against your bare skin as he holds you in front of his figure, pushing you against the cold wall.

You usually would enjoy such activities, yet in the context you are trapped in right now, you began to choke, your own hands trying to push his grip back even when he’s too strong, not even flinching when you’re squirming, gasping for some air as your face became red, tears gathering in your eyes as he let you breathe for a couple of seconds when he senses you’re too close to black out.

“Talk little Nightshade” he says in a low voice. “Or else i’m breaking your pretty neck.”

“I work for the CIA!” You explain quickly as your breathing became more labored by the seconds. “Not for the people who let you out! I promise!”

He’s going to kill you. You can see the determination in his eyes, that predator look he happens to have.

What you don’t know, somehow, is that he’s going fucking insane. Your smell coming up to his nose to make him shiver, the sight of you in an oversized shirt that barely covers your shape is more than enough to push his buttons, to make him forgot about any killing he was allegedly so concentrated in fulfill, the sight of you almost crying messing with his brain.

Little Nightshade is a fucking tease.

His eyes follow your expression, the hand that gripped your neck and choke you harshly now pressing enough to only suppress the air flow in a more enjoyable way, the tension quickly shifting from dying to pleasure all over again as he kept you in place so easily.

It’s impossible to move, to do anything more than be pressed against a cold wall. Your mother has once again lied to you and you notice the relationship she painted with Soldier Boy was more of a movie in her head than reality itself. Makes you gulp in response when you stare at his expression, the face of a trained killer as you knew, fucking knew, a bit more of force in your neck and it would snap without any difficulty.

“I don’t work with them” you assure once again, maybe it’s your survivor skills hitting when you repeat it in a low voice, catching on your breath when he lets go allowing you to fill your lungs with air just enough before pressing that very spot again, the one that actually turns you on. “Fuck’s sake.”

Is that how you end? On your lame apartment?

The next is a weird thing, cause in the blink of an eye he’s close to your face planting his own body next to yours and you’re shivering at the feeling, his armor pressed against your chest as he left the shield he was holding on the floor.

The metal is pressed against your skin covered by the thin cotton of Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt, and he is so close, so close you froze there, no longer fighting his tight grip but mesmerized by his damn face, the same you watched on TV when you were a kid, the handsome man you happen to severely crush on in secret, just because you don’t want Stella to know or she will give you a long talk about how he is her age.

But he is, handsome as fuck, and now being so close to his face you can say it with all confidence. His beard is shaved perfectly and he smells incredibly good even for someone who has spent time locked away without any kind of hygiene, his green suit protecting him from the cold air that was getting through the opened window.

“Who are you?” he asks, scanning your face with a curious look as he wanted to know what expression you would have when you know why he's there in the first place — “What do you know about Stella Nightshade, your mother, selling me out?”

Fuck. So that's why he's there. You know she did it. And it's impossible for you to lie when he's making you so nervous, away from any weapon, any form of defense as you left the glass in the bathroom sink when you notice large gash on your hand, and your silence makes nothing more than leave him fuming. If he was angry before, he now reaches a higher level as his grip turns more violent now that he knows you know what he meant, why he's there claiming to talk with your death mother out of nothing.

"Call her then. Use your powers" he demands dryly, and you're shaking at this point cause it's more shame added to the long pile, the bathroom already being a humiliation by itself. "Fucking call her."

You squirm beneath his grabbing, when he's pushing you harder against the concrete wall and you can just feel him from under the suit, hard cock pressing against your belly, green in your vision as he towers over you. He knows what he's doing, and even when you try to be disgusted by it, you find yourself enjoying his closeness, how he's pinning you with no effort at all, hands on your throat while he demanded an answer.

"I can't call her" you admit in a low voice, cheeks now red as the embarrassment crept upon your face — "I don't have my mother's power."

Soldier Boy seems to not believe you for a mere second, after that you can feel the blade of the knife pressing against your skin, a threat that now becomes more real as you can feel the cold metal stomach. One swift movement and you'd be stabbed without a second thought.

It's sick how much you enjoy it when you are squirming against him, goosebumps in the zone he threats to destroy.

A force pull his lips upwards in a smile, unable to pay attention to nothing else but the sound you made without even realizing it. "You like that, huh little Nightshade?"

It seems to be a joke for him, bitting your inner cheek to prevent you from saying something stupid, from letting out a moan in response to all the sudden desire.

Despite all conditions you stay silent, holding his gaze like it's a game you're not going to lose. He didn't respond either, trapped in a second that seemed longer than the usual when time stopped around you, eyes looking like he can surpass the old fabric of the white shirt you choose to wear.

It's the tension what makes you mad. You're so into getting people like him, that your ego is bruised now that you notice you are actually attracted to all of that, to the way he's pressing you against the concrete, how all falls into place when he's pushing himself against you, invading any private space you could require.

He's kissing you soon after. Ben crumbles against the tension as the hand on your throat demands a kiss now, pulling you closer to his face without any warning nor concern as he crash his lips against yours in a rough kiss. You try to push him away in response even when you don't want to; see, it's hard to even admit you have interest in Soldier Boy in any other way more than the professional, but when he's bitting your lower lip you're letting your defense down: When is the last time you've been kissed like that?

You remind yourself you're tired from work, that the CIA has done nothing for you more than fuck your over and over even to this point, losing sight of one of the most important heroes of the word, and it's making you encourage to let go just for a mere hour.

"Lookin' so good takin' a bath" he says, and the sound of his deep voice is enough to send an electric wave through your spine, like he’s talking to himself as the hand on your hip is now tracing the curves of your body, taunting you from over the shirt he now learns to love. His beard is now scraping against your skin and you can feel his lips going down, tracing an invisible path to the crook of your neck as his hand is no longer choking you.

Jesus. Was that even happening or was that your imagination? Did you feel asleep on the bathtub? Maybe it’s a reflection as you are close to drowning, your brain doing that happy thoughts shit. You’re tilting your head to the side just to give him more space to work with and you’re just letting it be, enjoying how he’s sucking and nibling on your skin to leave a red mark behind, all teeth and no fucking control as he uses a good amount of force to make you moan in the process, the pain enough to remember who’s really on charge.

Ben forgets about asking any more questions, he’s too busy when his hand are taking decisions by themselves as they slide under your shirt, body still cold from the bath you just took, water still drying in your flesh when he’s like he usually is — An invader.

His hands are big and they’re capable of holding your whole tummy as he caress the soft skin that seems to expel a warm sensation, how it leaves goosebumps in any place he touches. You remember you’re basically at his mercy now that his hands roam with all liberty under your shirt, the look he gave you in the bathroom mistaken you for Stella, his eyes looking at any exposed skin he could look at.

“What the fuck,” you try to say under your breath, to keep on this facade you have of a composed person, one that won’t give in to be manhandled “What the fuck do you think you are you doing?”

“Well, i’m not seeing any complains” The blade cuts through the cotton leaving a large hole you know you won’t be able to sew after yet he’s right: There are no complains, nothing but eager that makes him go further as the seconds passed “In fact, can see that you’re pretty much enjoying it, Doll.”

You hate the nickname, that old man way of speaking when he’s squeezing one of your breasts with more force you can even handle, cursing at how easy it seems to be for him, how he wants to see you simply destroyed.

“You’re loving this isn’t?” he ask all sudden, studying you with his hazel eyes — “You love being a good whore f’me? My little Nightshade.”

He’s hard under the suit, covered in a green material you don’t know how to call as your hand searches for him, crave for him, convincing that it's what you must do as you trace the invisible lines his muscles made.

Soldier Boy’s messy, much like an animal when he’s groaning beneath your touch, his own body seeking for yours as your fingers grew bolder, demanding for a deeper contact — “Careful there sweetheart, i’m still fresh out of the oven. May be a little rusty."

You laugh at his words cause you know what he means, yet your hands work by themselves as you barely even touch him from over the suit, the hard feeling of his cock against your palm, hips buckling against your hand seconds after seeking for you, eyes shut for a couple of seconds.

“M’being careful” you say, catching yourself stealing a look at his reaction, taking your time on pleasuring him , gulping as he experiences the torture of your touch “Taking it slow for an old man.”

“Old man, huh? Now you're talking” He teases, and the sound of his laugh just fucks you up. Maybe it has to be with the fact he’s placing two fingers in front of your lips while looking at you, swollen pink lips he’s so fixated for a second, or it’s because he is, indeed, way older than you are — “Spit.”

It’s not a command, but it sounds like one as you’re unable to disobey, quickly spitting in his hand as you can visibly see the traces of saliva leaving a wet residue in your chin, one Ben looks at it for a good amount of time: How is something like saliva is so damn erotic? He doesn’t know it, but it’s enough to send him into a spiral.

He’s strong you think, cause he’s a superhero. He’s Soldier Boy by any meaning, so it’s not a big effort to hold you in his arms and lift you in the air as you let out a gasp of surprise, spanking your ass as one of his hands separates your legs for him, holding one up as you stand in the other.

“Relax, 'got you, doll” he says, your back against the wall as he kept a bruising grip in your hip, holding you in place so you don’t have to keep your balance — “Fuck you smell so damn good.”

The roses and vanilla aroma lingers on your skin as you finally understand what he's doing now, his hand close to your cunt as he taunts you, torturing you like you did so eagerly before, his personal pet as his digits get lost in your entrance now, your folds spilled with juice he can physically feel in his fingertips, your arousal's so nice against the palm of his hand he cannot help but kiss you, a feverish desire taking over his actions, the lewd sound his fingers made when he finally pushes his digits inside of you, velvety walls welcoming him as they seemed to squeeze him already — He has made such a good job on turning you on, it’s impossible to not react when he’s finally touching you, pumping into you in a constant pace.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says, the look on your face is enough to make his cock twitch in his pants in response, imagination running wild as he thinks about that very same feeling in a much deeper way, how you’d look now stretched out, crying just like you did when he choked you asking for information — “Such a nice cunt, so wet f’me.”

He's looking at you, holding the image in his mind forever: Pink pussy displayed for him, white t-shirt rising over your chest, lifting your leg over his arm as his muscles flexed by the force he's using to fuck you deliberately, your lips parted as you ask for more in between erratic moans as his fingers curved inside you so he can hit that nice place he can reach with no effort at all, that one spot thats makes you moan louder.

"Ah-fuck" you let out. Ben's all about touching you for what it seems an eternity, thumb grazing against your clit when he's plainly torturing you, testing how much patience you have left now that he has full control of you.

"Don't cum," he demands, your heartbeats are louder by the seconds as he lifts you slightly, lips attacking your neck before the words escape from his mouth "Need you to come undone in my cock first."

He's leaving marks, marks you don't remember how to hide but don't bother you at all, touching you as he pleases you, taking all the time in the world cause it seems like the night belongs to him — Getting started as you shake your head in an improvised yes.

Yes. The thought is pure electricity, the sudden need to please him as you shake your head once again.

“Please Ben,” you don’t recognize what you’ve become now. “Please let me cum in your cock.”

"Go on doll, put on a show f'me" the supe says with a grin you cannot resist. "Bend and show me that lovely ass."

It’s all it takes. His fingers are now away from you, but you’re now facing the wall as you obey, bending until your cheek is pressed against the concrete and you can hear how he’s now unzipping his pants, the green fabric of his suit now to the side.

You look at him from over your shoulder, bitting the your lower lip as you check him out, his slightly curved dick pointing upwards, precum already leaking out.

“Like what you’re seeing or what?”

“Yeah, but there’s no fucking way.”

You’re feeding on his ego now, but you can’t help it when his size is far from what you consider it’s common — “Common’ doll. You can hadle it.”

You gulp in response cause you know you’re more than eager to try, just the sight of his own hand holding his lenght as he strokes himself making you drool in response. Fuck. It transforms in a need now. When he positions himself beneath you and he’s spitting down to that very place where he’s pushing against your hole, saliva coating his cock before just letting the tip inside.

Lubricated, he pushes a bit more and it feels just damn right. Even when it begans to hurt as he’s thick enough to force himself inside you.

Benjamin knows you’re in pain so he waits a second before shoving his cock inside one more time. You need some time as he stretches you out, clenching your teeth while he works.

"You're doing it s'good" he praises, hand massaging your back as he prevents himself from fucking you at his liking, “Takin' me like a champ."

"God" you let out a sharp moan moments after, crying when you felt the pain more than anything else — "Can't-"

"No doll" he hums as he pulls slightly more. “You can do this” he forces himself in until he's finally balls deep inside your cunt, letting you adjust to his size as he can feel fucking everything. Your blood flow, your velvety walls that squeeze him unused to someone as big as he was, your face distorted in what seems an intense mix of pain and pure, devastating pleasure — "Atta girl."

Strikes like lighting.

Soldier Boy's bitting your shoulder-blade as he waits, waits for it to switch into pleasure, to become intoxicating to the point you cannot longer remember your own name.

"Please move," you ask sooner than he thinks, and when he moves, you can feel it in your belly, melting your fucking brain as he repeated the process again, burying his cock as deep as he could go without any previous warning — "Ah, just like that, please-"

"Do you like how my cock is stretching you out now?" Ben's voice is way deeper than what usually is as he laughs, grunting behind you as one of his hands reach a fistful of your hair, grabbing it with force to pull your head backwards "Good girl, keep huggin' my cock."

You're drunk on the feeling, on the vibrations his voice sends every time he's saying something dirty for you, when he laughs victim of the pleasure.

"Gonna' keep you as my personal slut," he thinks out loud, pushing you against the wall every time he fucks you, using his other hand to spread one of your ass cheeks to the side so he can hit it harder. "Use you as my fucking pet so I can cum on your pretty face whenever I want."

He's moaning, your body’s sweaty as he pulls your hair without caring, not concentrated on the pain it produces as his hips continue on collide against you.

"Would you like that, little Nightshade?" he asks then in a low voice, his thumb pressing against your asshole as he fucks you harder now that you're used to his size. "Could get used to this pretty cunt. Promise to keep my cock whore nice and full."

It doesn't take long. Soldier Boy's moans are now filling the room as his pace becomes faster, slurred words between his erratic breathing when the hand on your hair comes up to finally grab you by the neck, like he can read your mind cause it's exactly what you need to get there, to experience by first hand a set of crashing waves that were getting more and more intense on your stomach.

You're close to the edge. He can smell it in the air when the sound of your skin slapping against his is loud enough to be all you can hear, mixing with the lovely moans you produce when he’s pounding into you with no mercy, fingers pressing the side of your neck with enough force you’re running out of breathe.

It’s messy, violent and you love it, love how he’s ruining you all sudden, fucking you up from the inside, making your vision turning dizzy in response. You’re immersed in the haze he’s driven you into before admiting:

“God i’m so fucking close.”

“Cum on my cock,” it sounds like he’s begging you to do it, fingers finding their way to your swollen clit to move against the sensitive flesh “Come on doll, leave me full of you.”

He’s making you move now, hands now controlling your hips as you take him as his liking, mere seconds until you’re finally crumbling, violently shaking as you finally reach your peak. He keeps on fucking you through your high, long enough so he’s pulling out all of sudden, stroking his lenght over you as his cum finally lands on your back leaving you convered with his load.

Fucking hell.

When you’re coming down from your orgasm shame seems to hit you hard, however for Ben is not enough when he’s kneeling on the floor, eyes on the mess his cock made out of you.

“Wanna go again, little Nightshade?” he asks curiously, and the question makes you laugh in response, forgetting about formalities and the trouble it meant you were intimate with Soldier Boy out of all the supes in the world.

“Hm,” you seem to think about it for a second, his breathing close to your wet pussy as he’s still wearing his clothes in contrast of you being so exposed — “But you’re keeping the suit on.”

He don’t have any complains when he’s the one pressing his face against your wet folds.

Funny thing is now when you’re forced to join the Boys days after that very encounter — A bad joke when you’re now babysitting Soldier Boy himself.

“Been missing you s’much little Nightshade” he admits after a couple of minutes alone in the filthy motel “Thinking about how cute you are, how you felt taking my cock so nicely in your living room.”

“Fuck off, Ben.”

“We’ll be quick” he promises “That stupid assholes back there wont even notice.”

You seem to think about it for a second before lifting your middle finger in response — “I said fuck off, Ben.”

For now, it’s enough for him that you’re thinking about it.

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pairings — mitsuya takashi x female!reader.

warnings — fluff, a tiny bit of angst because it’s friends to lovers.

word count — 1.5k

notes — happy birthday mitsuya my beloved!!! also, im sorry for the other requests i’ve ignored to write this, but soon i’ll reach to them i swear dsghasd

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takashi couldn’t be more grateful to his friends for remembering his birthday, and throwing him a surprise party. if he had the reins of what his birthday would be, he would probably spend it alone, working on a new fashion project and, probably, gathering everyone to celebrate it on the weekend. 

he didn’t suspect anything when you appeared in his atelier, all smiles and silly antics, even though he knew you had college classes on that day. you said you had taken the day off to spend the day with your best friend — and takashi really tried to not be bitterwith your words, because he wished he was more than just your best friend. he had been in love with you since middle school, when emma brought you to a toman meeting because your parents were traveling, and she didn’t want to leave you all alone in your house. but he appreciated the gesture, and was even ashamed when you paid for his lunch at a well-known, and quite fancy restaurant. you two were broken young adults, but you dismissed his worries with a beautiful smile on his face. 

when you two arrived at his apartment — after an afternoon laced with laugh and subtle touches from his side — and everyone screamed “surprise”, he tried to pretend to be mad at you, but the sheer happiness dripping from your eyes from seeing takashi looking so happy stopped him in his tracks. 

that, and chifuyu’s arm on your waist. 

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CW: unprotected sex, oral (dabi receives), soft/hard! dom dabi, female reader with female anatomy, fingering, a lot of sexual tension, makeout sesh, stimulation & penetration, uhh...thats it lol

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Author's Note: hi! i hope you enjoy. this ended up being WAY longer than expected. if you have a request, send it in and i'll be happy to write it!

the weekend at y/n's best friend's house always felt like an escape from her regular life. it wasn’t just the familiar sound of the tv in the background or the scent of home-cooked meals—it was being part of a family that felt like a second home. she dropped her bag by the couch and took a deep breath, already feeling more relaxed.

"glad you're here," fuyumi grinned, flopping onto the couch with her usual laid-back energy. "this weekend’s going to be awesome. we’ve got a full fridge and no one’s gonna bother us."

y/n laughed, sinking into the chair across from her. "just like old times," she said, already feeling the comfort of the place sink in.

"yeah," fuyumi replied, glancing toward the stairs. "oh, heads up—my brother’s back from college. so, if you run into him, don’t let him get on your nerves, okay?"

y/n shrugged casually, though the mention of touya made her stomach flip just a bit. there was something about him—he had this quiet, brooding presence that always made her feel a little uneasy. not in a bad way, just… aware of him. "touya? he’s cool. no big deal."

fuyumi snorted. "alright, just don’t let him pull any of his usual stunts."

the day passed easily enough—video games, snacks, and laughter filling the hours. but as night fell and the house grew quieter, fuyumi went upstairs to sleep, leaving y/n alone in the living room. she was flipping through channels, trying to wind down, when she heard footsteps approaching. looking up, she saw touya standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

"still up?" he asked, his voice low and casual.

y/n sat up a bit, startled by his sudden appearance. "yeah, couldn’t sleep," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

touya stepped into the room, moving with that easy, quiet confidence he always had. he sat down on the couch next to her, but not too close—just enough that his presence was noticeable. the air between them felt heavier, but not uncomfortable.

"how’s college going?" he asked, glancing at her briefly before looking at the tv. his tone was neutral, like he was making small talk out of habit.

"good," y/n replied, shifting to a more comfortable position. "busy, but good."

touya nodded, leaning back slightly. "yeah, i figured. you seem different, though. not as jumpy as you used to be."

y/n blinked, caught off guard by his observation. "i was never jumpy," she said, though her voice lacked confidence. she couldn’t deny there had been times when just being around him had made her feel awkward, but that had been years ago, right?

touya smirked, giving her a sideways glance. "sure you weren’t."

y/n rolled her eyes, leaning back into the couch and crossing her arms. "okay, maybe a little, but you’ve always had this weird, intimidating vibe, dude."

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "weird and intimidating? great combo," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly in a teasing grin. "yeah, well, you’re not that scary once you get used to it," y/n shot back, feeling more comfortable as their banter eased the tension in the room.

"good to know i’ve lost my edge," he said, his tone light but laced with that usual dryness of his.

the room fell into a quiet lull after that, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that felt awkward. y/n found herself more at ease, the earlier tension slipping away the longer they sat there. she flicked through the channels aimlessly, her focus split between the tv and touya’s quiet presence beside her.

"you come here a lot," he said after a moment, not looking at her this time.

"well, fuyumi’s my best friend," y/n replied easily. "this place feels like a second home."

touya gave a soft hum of acknowledgment but didn’t say anything else. he seemed to be considering her words, his eyes fixed on some distant point on the tv screen. y/n let the silence hang, not sure what else to say, and for once, it seemed like touya didn’t either.

eventually, he stretched and stood up, breaking the quiet between them. "anyway, i should head to bed," he said, running a hand through his hair. "goodnight, y/n."

"night," she replied, watching as he moved toward the stairs.

he paused in the doorway, glancing back at her with a smirk that she couldn’t quite place. "oh, and y/n?" his voice was casual, but there was a glint of something mischievous in his eyes.

"yeah?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "i’m just curious. you sure fuyumi’s the only reason you come around here so much?" his tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an edge to it that made her heart skip a beat.

y/n blinked, caught off guard. "what’s that supposed to mean?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. she tried to play it cool, but she could feel her face heating up just a little.

touya shrugged, his smirk deepening. "nothing, just wondering. you’ve been coming here for years—figured maybe there’s more to it."

"dude, seriously?" she huffed, rolling her eyes. "it’s for fuyumi. don’t flatter yourself."

he chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her reaction. "alright, alright. just asking," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "goodnight, y/n."

"goodnight," she shot back, watching as he finally disappeared up the stairs, leaving her sitting there, heart racing a little faster than she’d like to admit.

even though she knew he was just messing with her, the question lingered in her mind longer than she expected. he was teasing, sure—but it felt like he wasn’t completely guessing either. the thought made her stomach flip, but she shook it off, trying to convince herself it was nothing.

turning off the tv, y/n headed to bed, telling herself she wouldn’t overthink it. but as she lay there in the quiet house, she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something between them had shifted, even if just a little.

---

"we'll be back later tonight, y/n!" fuyumi said as she gave y/n a quick hug. she was currently going to some kind of convention with her younger brother shoto. y/n insisted that it be just the two of them go for some bonding time and fuyumi honestly appreciated her consideration.

"yeah, be safe." y/n smiled and fuyumi's closed the door after following behind shoto. y/n went to the kitchen to wash up the dishes. afterall, she'd just finished eating lunch with fuyumi. she was lost in her own thoughts until she felt a presence just behind her, making her jump slightly.

“you always zone out like that?” touya’s voice came from directly behind her, teasing and low, startling her out of her thoughts.

y/n spun around quickly, clutching the dish towel a little tighter than necessary. “geez, touya, you scared me!” she said, trying to calm her racing heart. he had this way of sneaking up on her when she least expected it.

touya leaned against the counter, his usual smirk tugging at his lips. “didn’t mean to. just seems like you’re always deep in thought when you’re alone.” his eyes flicked down to the dish towel in her hands, and he raised an eyebrow. “you didn’t have to do the dishes, you know. we’re not that formal.”

y/n shrugged, turning back to the sink to finish rinsing the last plate. “just trying to be helpful. figured fuyumi would appreciate it.”

he made a small noise of acknowledgment but didn’t move from his spot. she could feel his gaze on her as she dried her hands, the air between them once again filled with that same quiet tension from the night before. but there was something different about it this time—something that made her more aware of his presence, more aware of the way he stood just a little too close.

“so,” he started, his tone casual but carrying an undercurrent of curiosity, “what are you doing today? since you’ve got the place to yourself.”

y/n turned to face him, leaning against the counter opposite him. “not sure yet. maybe just relax, watch some movies. it’s kind of nice having some quiet time.”

touya tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. “and you don’t mind being here alone? in my house?” the way he said it, so casual yet laced with something almost playful, sent a small shiver down her spine.

“it’s fuyumi’s house too,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “besides, i’m used to it by now.”

he chuckled softly, the sound low and a little rough. “fair enough. but still... feels different when it’s just us, doesn’t it?”

y/n blinked, not sure how to respond to that. the way he looked at her, so direct, so unapologetically confident, made her feel like he was pulling at something she wasn’t ready to confront.

“you’re... really good at making things awkward, you know that?” she finally said, crossing her arms and trying to play it off with a laugh.

touya’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “oh, am i? didn’t realize i had that effect on you.” his voice dropped slightly on the last word, and y/n felt her cheeks heat up.

“that’s not—ugh, never mind,” she muttered, turning to put away the towel, hoping he didn’t notice her flustered reaction. but of course, he did.

he pushed off the counter and stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. “relax, i’m just messing with you,” he said softly, his voice a little too close to her ear. “but you’re kind of fun to tease, you know.”

y/n shot him a glare, though it lacked any real heat. “yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” she said, her heart beating faster than she would’ve liked. there was something about the way he was acting today—something that felt more intentional, more focused, like he was testing the waters.

“we’ll see,” touya murmured, stepping back finally, giving her some space. “anyway, enjoy your quiet day,” he added, turning toward the stairs. but before he left the kitchen, he paused, glancing over his shoulder with that same unreadable look from last night. “and y/n... if you get bored, you know where to find me.”

she rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile from tugging at her lips. “yeah, yeah. don’t hold your breath.”

touya chuckled and disappeared up the stairs, leaving her standing there, a mix of confusion and something else swirling in her chest. it was just touya being touya, right? always teasing, always pushing buttons. but for some reason, it felt like there was more to it now, like he was waiting for her to react in a way she wasn’t ready for.

shaking her head, y/n tried to brush it off and went back to cleaning up the kitchen. but even as she went through the motions, her mind kept drifting back to touya’s words, to the way he looked at her, and to the strange feeling that maybe—just maybe—he was right. something between them had shifted, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face what that meant.

---

after an hour of flipping through channels and trying to distract herself, y/n finally gave in to the boredom that had been creeping up on her. she glanced at the empty living room, then up toward the stairs where touya had disappeared. she really didn’t want to admit it, but the house felt too quiet without fuyumi around, and—whether she liked it or not—touya was the only other person here.

with a resigned sigh, she pushed herself off the couch and made her way upstairs, her footsteps feeling louder than usual on the wooden steps. as she reached the top, she hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly on touya’s door.

“what?” his voice came through the door, sounding both mildly irritated and amused at the same time.

y/n rolled her eyes and pushed the door open slightly. “i’m bored. you wanna watch a movie or something?”

touya, who was lying on his bed with his phone in hand, glanced up at her, one eyebrow raised. “you’re that bored, huh?” he said, smirking as he sat up.

“yeah, well, you’re the only one here,” she shot back, leaning against the doorframe. “so, you in or not?”

he stretched lazily, then stood up, his smirk still firmly in place. “sure, but let’s watch it in here. i’ve got a better tv.” he motioned toward the flat screen mounted on his wall.

y/n hesitated. watching a movie in his room felt... different. more personal. but before she could think too much about it, touya had already grabbed the remote and flopped back onto his bed, patting the space beside him. “come on, i don’t bite. unless you ask nicely,” he added with a teasing grin.

she rolled her eyes again but walked in, sitting down on the edge of the bed, trying to keep some distance between them. “just pick something,” she said, crossing her arms in a show of nonchalance.

touya scrolled through the movie options, his gaze flicking toward her every now and then, clearly enjoying the way she was trying to act casual. “how about a horror movie?” he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “you know, something to get your heart racing.”

y/n shot him a look. “if you think i’m gonna get scared and cling to you, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“who said anything about clinging?” he smirked, selecting a movie without waiting for her answer. the opening scene flickered onto the screen, the eerie music setting the tone.

they watched in silence for a while, but y/n couldn’t ignore the tension building in the room. she was hyper-aware of touya’s presence next to her—the heat from his body, the way he stretched out comfortably while she sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, trying to act unaffected. every now and then, she’d glance at him out of the corner of her eye, catching the faint smirk that never seemed to leave his lips.

about halfway through the movie, during a particularly quiet scene, touya shifted closer, his arm brushing lightly against hers. y/n tensed up, her heart picking up speed despite her best efforts to keep her cool.

“you okay there?” touya asked, his voice low, teasing. “you seem a little... jumpy.”

y/n scoffed, trying to play it off. “i’m fine.”

but then, his hand moved—slowly, deliberately—and rested on her knee. the touch was casual, almost innocent, but it sent a spark through her that she couldn’t quite ignore. she swallowed hard, focusing on the screen, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her react.

“you sure about that?” touya asked, his voice soft and almost mocking. his fingers brushed lightly against her knee, a barely-there touch that felt far more intimate than it should have.

y/n bit her lip, her heart racing now. she couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose or if he was just messing with her, but either way, it was working. she could feel her composure slipping, her breath coming just a little faster.

“you’re... annoying,” she muttered, trying to sound unaffected.

touya chuckled softly, his hand still resting on her knee. “am i? or are you just bad at hiding how flustered you get around me?”

her eyes snapped to his, and she saw the challenge in his gaze, the way he was watching her closely, waiting for her reaction. he was pushing her buttons, testing her limits, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep pretending it wasn’t getting to her.

“i’m not flustered,” she shot back, her voice a little too defensive.

“sure you’re not,” he murmured, his thumb brushing ever so lightly over her skin now, the sensation sending a shiver up her spine.

y/n clenched her fists, determined not to let him see how much he was affecting her. “you’re ridiculous,” she muttered, turning her attention back to the screen, though she couldn’t focus on the movie anymore.

touya leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “maybe. but you’re not moving away, are you?”

her breath hitched slightly, and she cursed herself for not pulling away earlier. he was right—she hadn’t moved, hadn’t told him to stop. and now, with him this close, his touch lingering, it was harder to remember why she hadn’t.

“i—” she started, but the words caught in her throat as his hand slid up just a little higher, resting on her thigh now, his fingers curling slightly against her skin.

the tension between them was almost unbearable, the air thick with something unspoken, something that felt like it had been building for a while now. y/n’s mind raced, torn between the urge to push him away and the undeniable pull that kept her frozen in place, her pulse quickening with every second that passed.

“still think i’m annoying?” touya’s voice was barely above a whisper now, his lips dangerously close to her ear, the teasing edge in his tone softened by something else—something darker, more serious.

y/n swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. “yes,” she whispered back, though the word came out shaky, betraying her.

touya chuckled, his hand squeezing her thigh gently before finally pulling away, leaving her skin tingling in the absence of his touch. he leaned back against the pillows, his smirk firmly in place, but there was a new intensity in his eyes, one that made her stomach twist in ways she wasn’t ready to admit.

“you’re fun, y/n,” he said, his voice casual again, though the tension in the room hadn’t fully dissipated. “but you’re not as good at hiding things as you think you are.”

y/n exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. “shut up,” she muttered, but there was no real bite to her words.

he laughed softly, turning his attention back to the movie, but y/n could still feel the weight of his gaze, the unspoken challenge lingering in the air between them. whatever game they were playing, she wasn’t sure if she was winning—or if she even wanted to.

as the movie continued to play, the room felt heavier, thick with unspoken tension. y/n tried to focus on the screen, but her mind kept drifting back to the way touya's hand had felt on her thigh, the lingering warmth of his touch making it hard to think straight.

he didn't say anything for a while, content to watch the movie-or at least, that's what it seemed like. but y/n could feel him stealing glances at her, could sense the quiet anticipation in the air. it was as if they were both waiting for the other to make the next move, teetering on the edge of something neither of them could ignore any longer.

her heart raced as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, catching the way his smirk had softened into something less teasing, more serious. his eyes weren't on the tv anymore- they were on her, and the intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

"you're really not into this movie, are you?" touya's voice cut through the quiet, low and knowing.

y/n huffed, shifting in place. "i'm watching," she insisted, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her. she could feel the tension growing with each passing second, her pulse quickening as the weight of his stare made her hyper-aware of the space between them.

or rather, the lack of space.

"really?" touya's tone was teasing again, but there was something deeper in it now-something more focused, more deliberate. "cause it seems like you're a little... distracted."

y/n's breath hitched as he shifted closer, his knee brushing against hers now. she could feel the heat radiating off him, the pull between them growing stronger with every second.

"maybe it's you who's distracting," she shot back, her voice steadier than she expected, but she couldn't bring herself to look at him. not yet. not when her heart was pounding this fast.

touya chuckled, the sound low and rough, and she could feel the way it vibrated through her. "you think so?"

finally, she turned to face him, and the moment their eyes met, it was like the air was sucked out of the room. the teasing smirk on his face had faded, replaced by something darker, something she wasn't sure she could resist any longer. his gaze dropped briefly to her lips, then back to her eyes, the silent question clear.

she swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "what are you doing, touya?"

"what do you think i'm doing?" he murmured, his voice softer now, but laced with a kind of confidence that made her stomach twist in ways she couldn't ignore. his hand reached up, fingers brushing lightly against her cheek, the touch so soft it sent a shiver down her spine.

y/n's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing. she knew where this was headed, knew that if she didn't stop it now, there'd be no going back. but the more she thought about it, the less she wanted to stop. the pull between them was too strong, the tension too thick, and it felt like they'd been building to this moment for longer than either of them wanted to admit.

"touya..." she whispered, but the protest in her voice was weak, barely there.

he didn't say anything, just leaned in a little closer, his thumb brushing against her lower lip, making her breath hitch again. his eyes were locked on hers, and in that moment, everything else faded away-the movie, the room, the fact that this was fuyumi's house. all that mattered was him, and the way he was looking at her, like he was daring her to close the distance.

and then, without thinking, she did.

it was like something snapped inside her, all the tension that had been building between them finally breaking free. her hand reached up, fingers curling into his shirt as she pulled him toward her, their lips crashing together in a kiss that was more desperate than she'd expected.

touya responded instantly, his arms wrapping around her as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. his lips were warm, firm, moving against hers with a kind of urgency that matched the wild thrum of her pulse. she could feel the heat of him.

y/n gasped as his teeth grazed her lower lip, sending a jolt of electricity through her, and touya took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, the kiss growing hotter, more intense. her mind was spinning, her heart racing, and she could barely think straight-only feel the way his body pressed against hers, the way his hands roamed up her back, pulling her impossibly closer.

she wasn't sure how long they kissed- time seemed to blur, the movie forgotten in the background. all that mattered was the heat between them, the way his lips felt against hers, the way his hands gripped her waist like he didn't want to let go.

eventually, they pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. y/n's mind was racing, her lips tingling, and she couldn't quite believe what had just happened.

"you-" she started, her voice shaky, but touya cut her off with a soft, breathless laugh.

"you started it," he teased, though his voice was husky, his breath warm against her cheek.

y/n rolled her eyes."shut up," she muttered, though there was no heat behind it.

touya's grin widened, his fingers brushing against her cheek again, softer this time. "you don't want me to," he said, his voice low and teasing, but there was something softer in his gaze now-something that made her heart skip a beat. "and you know that."

she didn't respond, just leaned in and kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the way his lips felt against hers. because as much as she wanted to pretend this was just a fluke, something told her that whatever had just started between them wasn't going to end anytime soon.

as their slow kiss deepened, the tension between y/n and touya became almost unbearable. every touch, every brush of their lips seemed to pull them closer, the heat building between them in a way that felt impossible to ignore. y/n’s hands instinctively gripped the fabric of his shirt, pulling him toward her with more urgency as the kiss grew hungrier, more desperate. touya responded in kind, his grip tightening on her waist, his hands sliding down to her hips as he pulled her flush against him.

the soft, teasing touches from before had given way to something far more intense, more primal, and y/n could feel the shift between them. the air was thick with unspoken desire, and with every kiss, every touch, it became harder to think clearly, harder to hold back.

touya broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her lips, his voice rough with barely contained need. "you’re driving me insane, sweetheart. if you’re having second thoughts, say it now—or else I’m gonna assume that you actually hate me." there was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, like he was giving her one last chance to stop, but the way his hands gripped her hips told her that he wanted this just as much as she did.

y/n’s breath was shaky as she looked up at him, her pulse racing in her ears. the question hung in the air, and for a moment, she considered pulling back, considered the implications of where this was heading. but the moment she met his gaze, filled with desire and something deeper, she knew that there was no going back now—not with the way her body responded to him, not with the way her heart raced every time he touched her.

instead of answering with words, y/n kissed him again, harder this time, her hands slipping up to tangle in his hair as she pressed herself against him. it was all the confirmation he needed.

touya groaned softly into the kiss, his hands sliding from her hips to her waist, pulling her closer as he shifted, guiding her onto his lap. the feeling of being so close to him, straddling him as his hands roamed up her back, sent a thrill through her that made her shiver. she could feel the heat radiating from him, the growing intensity of his touch as he explored her body with a newfound sense of urgency.

his lips moved to her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin, and y/n couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped her. her body was reacting to him in ways she hadn’t expected, and the way his hands gripped her thighs, kneading the flesh through the fabric of her bottoms, only made her want more.

“touya…” she breathed, her voice shaky as his lips continued their assault on her neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. she felt his teeth graze her skin, not quite biting but enough to make her moan again, her body arching against him instinctively. "please..." she practically whined when he only continued to tease her.

she felt the strain of the tented area just beneath her sex. she took advantage of this, forcefully grinding down against him and touya let out a strained moan. "watch it, y/n." he warned, his teeth closing to pinch an area of the skin on her neck. she ignored his words, doing it once more, making him draw back with a deep moan.

touya removed his hand from y/n's waist, his digits firmly grasping her throat. "what did fuck did i just tell you, angel?" he mutters through a heavy breath. she allowed a smile to appear onto her lips. he needed her just as much, but he was dead-set on getting y/n to corrupt before him. he pulled away from her, holding her gaze for a long second.

lust.

the two we're the epitome of that very word. "let's see if that quick mouth of yours is only good for talking shit." touya released y/n from his grip and she slid her straddling position further down to his thighs. he used his hand to gently grasp her nape as she made quick movements to pull down his sweatpants and breifs. she was met with his teased and desperately hard length.

she looked up at him, holding his gaze as her tongue lapped up the leaking pre-cum. touya let out a breathless moan at the warm pleasure to the sensetive area. his grip on her nape tightened when her lips clasped around him, lowering her head as she gradually took in more of his length. she let her jaw relax and shut her eyes tightly as she tried to focus on taking in as much as she could.

"f-fuck." touya moaned, his bottom lip catching between his teeth as he fought to hold his composure. "more." he moaned, breath hitching in his throat when y/n lifted her head before the tip of her nose met with his lower abdomen once again. y/n continued this motion, only stopping to take a deep breath. touya held y/n's nape, not allowing her back up. she reached for his hand, interlocking his fingers with his own. she tried her best to hold out for a few more seconds and finally gave his hand three squeezes. touya imeedietly released her and she came up with a gasp, glaring at him.

"good job, angel." he smiled, eyes focused on her reddened lips. when touya's eyes flickered back up to her own, he saw the small frown on her lips. "don't be like that. I'll let you fuck me, but i tell you what to do." he leaned closer to her, placing his lips against hers. "remember that." he watched as y/n rolled her eyes, making him let out a small laugh.

"say's who?" y/n questioned, allowing touya's fingers to trail just beneath the hem of her shirt. his fingers were warm against her even warmer skin, causing her to shudder slightly. "who do you think?"

"what makes you so confident touya?" it was a genuine question on y/n's part. every action he made was never hesitated and neither were his words. "because you haven't stopped me," he says, fingers trailing just beneath the waistband of both layers of clothing. "not even when i do this." two pads of touya’s digits pressed against her bud, massaging the area as y/n leaned into his touch and pressed her forehead against his shoulder.

she let out a moan of his name and touya pressed his lips against the shell of her ear. "if you don't tell me exactly what you want, angel -- i cant give it to you." touya continue and y/n wrapped her fist around his wrist. she whined, head feeling foggy from the pure feeling of bliss and pleasure. she used a free hand to wrap around touya’s length but he held her hand, stopping her from doing anything.

"you can have me, sweetheart, but you gotta come first."

that only drove y/n to grind herself against his fingers. touya was amused by how desperate she was becoming. he was desperate himself, but he'd hold out for however long it took if it meant getting to see y/n fall apart just from his touch.

as she continued, her moans heightened and her breath quickened, making touya pull his fingers away. "touya, are you trying to kill me?" she groaned. "now why would i ever want that?" the smirk on his lips made y/n feel more vulnerable than before. she needed him and they both knew that. "let me make you feel good." y/n nodded to his words with pleading eyes and lifted herself up a bit to remove her restricting layers of clothing.

y/n let out a small cry at the new sensation of him being inside of her. she was hesitant to relax and let herself take in the rest of him. touya reached for her hands, interlocking his fingers in-between her own. "relax, you can take it. i know you can." while it seemed that he was trying to comfort her, his tone said otherwise.

it was taunting-- teasing even. like he was daring her to do so. like he wanted to prove that he would always be above her when it came to this unspoken competition thats been the blueprint of their relationship since the first time they met. she did just that.

touya let out a sigh of satisfaction at the engulfed warmth against him. his strokes were tedious and slow. with every one, the smile on his lips grew wider since y/n's was completely unraveling beneath his touch. he attempted to control his breaths, but if he was being honest with himself, he could topple over the edge given the right movement.

he swore to himself that he wouldn't let that happen. not until he got y/n to finish first. that task was incredibly easy since the minute he pulled her down to him to give her a long and lustful kiss, y/n bit down on his bottom lip due to the pleasure. the change in positioning allowed touya to reach that spot that never failed to make her entire being weak.

"touya.." she drew out a long whine. he hummed, adjusting for her to face him. she held his gaze as he spoke. "words, n/n." he said, waiting for her to reply. she only let out a small whimper at the lack of pleasure. "what? you goin' dumb on me?" he teased, making her gare. she shook her head, not even caring how weak she looked when it came to he and his words.

"tell me what you want. fuyumi might be coming back soon. i can't give you what you want if she's here and able to hear her bestfriend losing her mind over-"

"shut up, touya." y/n groaned. "make me come. that's what i want. is that good enough for you?" she finally spoke. he analyzed her features, her eyes welled with a coat of tears. "please." her voice barely louder than a whisper.

he didn't bother to reply and only gave her what she wanted. what he wanted as well. but she could never know that, could she? pleasure-filled noises filled the room, the heat of their bodies fueling them all the more. touya held y/n close to his chest as she took one of her hands from his own to ball his shirt into her fist. anything to ground herself to reality. he was pushing her over the edge physically and mentally. call it a sick game of his, it was being enjoyed by the both of them.

the sounds bouncing off of the walls being proof of that.

his toungue dragged over her neck as the warmth in her abdomen heated. the sensation riveting in her core caused the tightening coil to finally snap. y/n cried out and touya gripped her hips tightly as she clenched down on him. "y/n." he groaned at the action. he quickly lifted her from his length despite her reluctance and pleas. he replaced the void with his fingers, shutting her up and helping her riding out her high as she grinded her bud against his palm. she moaned, eyes shut tightly.

as she finally began to settle from her high, she was about to let herself relax, but touya spoke. "that's selfish of you, y/n. besides, don't you think you deserve what you worked so hard for?" his hand was wrapped around his length. y/n wanted to say no. damage his high ego even if it was just a small amount. yet, she couldn’t.

his expanded pupils met with her own as his eyelids were low, capturing every movement she made, including the one where she used up the last bit of her energy to lean down to his lap and once again taking in the current most sensetive part of his entire being. he mumbled small praises to y/n as she pleased him. she let out a hum around him when his hand firmly gripped her nape to pull her off of him.

"y/n, i'm gonna come." he warned. like mentioned before, the blueprint of their relationship was some sort of competition, so when touya couldn't physically stop his body from going over the edge, the warmth of his arousal spouting from the tip of his length and meeting y/n's tongue just before she swallowed, he knew that he no longer was above y/n. they were even once again and y/n knew that. infact, it was her goal.

she released him, chest heaving after holding her breath for such a long period of time. she used the back of her hand to wipe away the remains of his come that had made its way to the corner of her lips. "can't let me have anything can you?" touya rolled his eyes, pulling y/n towards him.

she couldn’t even have control over her weakened body as her head met with his warm chest.

"you can't tell fuyumi about this, touya." y/n said, now serious as they both began to settle down from the adrenaline endorsed moment.

"why would i spoil the fun, angel? I'd love to see how long you can keep your cool."

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hi i miss kaku for no specific reasons so heres some sfw & nsfw hcs i have of him <3

its def bc of 257.

minors do not interact / 18+ content

warnings: afab!reader, tiny bsdm mentioned, breeding kink, bunnygirl costume mentioned

kakucho is best cuddle partner 100000% big spoon, loves drawing shapes on your skin, makes sure you're sound asleep before he is. he LOVES peppering your face with kisses while you lay on top of him

between the two of you, he's the 'night shift' part of the house. he wants to make sure you're safe and comfortable before anything. when he comes home late, he ensures all the blinds are shut, the doors are locked, and everything is nice a clean before he settles into bed with you

adores when you put on make up, not that you don't look good with out it, he loves the process of you carefully putting everything on. he takes note of your favorite products and buys more when you run low. sits with you or has you sat between his legs while you get ready

his favorite places for kisses (that isn't your lips) are your shoulders, collarbones, and your hands. he showers your body with kisses. whether it be when you're cooking and he's right behind you; when you are cuddling on the couch and he's on top of you; or he's playing with your hands in the morning before you both get up for the day

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now...kakucho...when you get him in the mood, he loves to put your pleasure first. he knows the ins and outs of your body, what makes you cum and what makes you squirm. he always makes sure you cum before he does. hearing you feel your best get him going

however, when you act like a brat, kaku has a whole different personality. he doesn't tolerate if you don't listen and tease him all day. he'll have you pressed against the mattress, whining to cum as he pounds into you. his cock plunges into you rough and hits your sweet spot but the second he knows you're about to cum, he pulls out denying you an orgasm.

his favorite positions would probably be either missionary or mating press. he only likes mating press if you're acting up because he'll bind your wrists to your ankles as he pistons his cock into your sopping pussy. though with missionary, he loves to take his time and make sure you feel everything. his fingers toy with your clit as he slowly fills your pretty cunny with his length.

okay last thing! the little kinks he has but won't admit. he has a 'sir' kink. he has a slight breeding kink. not a big one but once he came on your pussy rather than just on you and something made him wanna see his cum drip out of your pussy. he wants you to be in control for once. and lastly, he badly wants to see you in different roleplaying costumes, like maid, nurse, or bunnygirl

<3 i love him so much <3

𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎. ᴛᴏᴍᴀɴ + ʙᴏɴᴛᴇɴ

just famous boyfriend privileges...

ft; bonten!mikey, athlete!draken, designer!mitsuya, rockstar!baji, streamer!chifuyu, actor!ran, model!rindou, p0rnstar!sanzu, businessman!koko

includes: fem!reader, slightly suggestive for haitani brothers + koko, and highly suggestive for Sanzu.

a/n; I wanna be their little gf pls LOWKEY WANNA BE DRAKEN'S NBA WIFE?¿?¿?¿ Idk I'd be happy to be any of these tbh...

♡ MIKEY — already famous

- He is your scary dog privilege in the streets.

- But behind closed doors, this man is severely touch starved for you.

- He may be the biggest gangster in the streets but he loves being the small spoon when you're cuddling.

- As much as he wants you out of his activities, you insist staying by his side.

- What's important to him, is just as important to you.

- The capital seat at the meeting room is your throne. Basically yours, you seat on it more than he does. and all you do is look pretty, just distracting him and his men during a discussion.

- Everyday is always a date with him. You never run out things to do together.

- From indoor dinners, movie bingeing, card games, and swimming in your million-dollar penthouse's pool to late night drive down the city, impulsive out of country trips, and trips to his favorite private spot at the beach.

- Although he disappears at times, it is to solely protect you from the dark impulse he had pent up, not wanting to have you around when he has burst outs.

- With you by his side, your relationship is a beautiful adventure.

- You're his escape, a constant reminder that there is still beauty in his life— someone worth holding on to.

♡ DRAKEN — the athlete

- We're not talking the university varsity boy, no.

- A professional athlete.

- You're the first person he looks for after training, and you're always ready to freshen him up.

- You're his number one cheerleader, cheering him on every score he makes and entrance in the court.

- The courtside front row is your throne.

- Wearing his jerseys, showing off that “DRAKEN” text above the number to show off you're his.

- Basically, you're an NBA wife in the making, yes.

- Cameras love you, showcasing the star player's pretty girlfriend.

- Training dates!

- Watching or joining him on training, forcing his personal trainer in getting used to having you around.

- Draken always takes you wherever he has a game, as he considers you his strength during matches.

- and when the team wins, he takes you with them to have a celebration party.

- and to show his gratitude, he'll treat you like a queen for the rest of your trip.

- Buying you anything you'd like, taking you anywhere you want, simply spoiling his number one.

♡ BAJI — the rockstar

- You're the rockstar's girlfriend, congratulations, what's that like?

- It all started when he made a mixtape entirely for you, easily capturing your heart.

- You often attend his band practices, getting a first listen to their singles and recordings.

- He is the bassist. and bassists typically have the reputation of being the favorite one in the band (next to the lead vocalist).

- and he was no exception to that.

- Girls at their live shows go overly crazy for him.

- You knew that, letting their screams of adoration slip as you didn't mind them.

- But throwing their bras at your man?

- Well, that's kinda hilarious.

- Baji just throws them to the vocalist anyways, and continues to play, occasionally keeping eye contact with you in the VIP lounge of the venue.

- Blows you kisses and sends winks, making the fangirls go crazy, thinking it was for them; which, you find particularly funny.

- But they all go silent when the setlist comes down to that one song— the tune he wrote specifically about you.

- He always looked forward to performing it live, as he gets to sing it especially to you in front of a crowd.

- But as the chords started play, with he could only focus on you entirely; pouring his heart into the lyrics as he sweetly offered them to you.

- They may perform it from night to night on different cities, but you'll never get tired of the beautiful masterpiece made for you, and still can't believe is loved by many others.

- You two have your own special bunk in the tour bus so you can share, leaving the other members jealous as they only get to have the cramped beds.

- But they genuinely adore their bassist's girlfriend; welcoming you as one of their best buds.

- Will teach you how to play the bass when you ask, which he'd been secretly hoping for sometime now.

♡ CHIFUYU — the streamer

- You make occasional appearances in his streams to play together, which his viewers love.

- The chat drowning in Hi's and Hello's every time you walk by the frame or leave Fuyu snacks and drinks.

- You're definitely a mod on his Discord server.

- His fans sometimes make edits and fan arts of the two of you, which you save and cherish dearly.

- While there are people who love the two of you together, there's also the ones who resent your relationship.

- Constantly posts you on his story to show em thirsty girls in his DMs that he's taken.

- Takes you to conventions and tournament events as his VIP.

- City walk dates every time he tours, even making a vlog for his channel to treasure the memories.

♡ MITSUYA — the designer

- now THISSSS

- we're talking.

- Firstly, you never run out of stuff to wear.

- Weirdly knows your measurements by heart from how much he's made clothes for you.

- You get first dibs on the first row seats on his runway shows.

- and he dresses you up all pretty too.

- Of course he's giving you the best pieces, almost outstaging his own models

- Complementing and matching outfits are a must everytime you go out together!!!

- You two make the articles and the "best dressed" lists.

- Taking you to runway shows and fashion week events.

- and the best one yet— he took you as his date to the fucking MET GALA when he got invited

- Slayed that event.

- Mitsuya loves spoiling you on trips he goes on.

- Which is a regular occurance. He loves his job so much, as he could do what he loves and still get to spend time with you.

- and your unconditional support means the world to him, he couldn't love you any more.

- Seriously thinking of proposing to you on your next trip to Paris...

♡ SANZU — the pornstar

- His contet started off solo.

- But his impressive performance somehow did amazingly well, making his way to stardom in the industry.

- You knew what he did for a living, cause, well, you were once just a viewer of him.

- So when you two got into a relationship, you didn't hesitate in making content with him when he asked to.

- Now, you have hundreds of thousands of people subscribed to you, with millions of views.

- You put out content at least twice a week but you had your own lives when you put the cameras down, of course.

- You spoil each other a lot with your hard-earned money.

- Mostly, he buys you the cutest lingerie sets you've been eyeing.

- and the most divulging ones he'd die to see on you.

- Getting recognized in public is really awkward, you got used to the— “Oh my god I know those people but I'm not gonna say from where” look.

- Livestreams... he gets feral during these.

- and you do go live regularly as well...

- Getting your pussy fucked on screen real-time is definitely one of the fan favorites.

- and yours, too, cause the donations ask not only to get you fucked by his cock but also some of the items from your impressive collection of sex toys.

- which you've been dying to try out every single one of, and every stream is that window of opportunity.

- One time, a donor asked him to do a line in between your breasts— which he did.

- and he's been obsessed since then, doing it regularly even off camera.

♡ RINDOU — the model

- Model boyfriend Rin... you're one damn lucky soul.

- You're always so mesmerized by his devastatingly handsome physique.

- So when he told you that he did modeling for a living, you weren't so surprised.

- He had quite the following and big brand partnerships, so you felt a little stupid when you didn't recognize who he was.

- Sends you the copies of his latest photoshoot to make it your wallpaper later on

- Always asks for your second opinion and lets you pick the headshots for his cv.

- You're basically his personal photographer, too.

- Loves to include you in his Instagram feed to show off the wonderful woman in his life.

- Well mainly to let the stalkers know he's taken.

- Lets you open brand deal packages with him and try them out together.

- Models' work is very unpredictable and often impulsive. You could be in the middle of lunch when his manager calls in for a photoshoot.

- Just like the other day, he was suddenly called in for a Calvin Klein photoshoot. He didn't wanna leave you alone and so he let you come on set.

- It's always a delight for him to have you at work, as he has all the inspiration he needed to get through the long shoot.

- Absolutely adoring the fresh photos displayed on the screen, beholding the beautiful sight of your boyfriend's fierce expression and poses.

- They let him keep the underwear along with some stuff afterwards, which you definitely tore off of him that night.

- Doesn't have a lot of friends in the industry, but when his close ones are with him, he doesn't make you feel left out, even showing off to them the love of his life.

♡ RAN — the actor

- His debut on the big screen was on a successful Netflix show you'd encouraged him to audition for.

- Since then, he'd have a huge following of people his performance and on social media.

- Your relationship with him isn't a secret but you two don't go flaunting each other either.

- He thought blancing being an actor and your boyfriend won't be an easy task.

- But with your support, you easily carried your relationship together.

- He hated paparazzis eyeing you around. Thankfully, that wasn't always the case. But when it happens, expect him to throw a coat over yourselves for privacy.

- You help him practice his lines at home, in the car, during a dinner date...

- He was beyond happy when you agreed to be his date at the red carpet premiere of his new movie.

- Everyone loved you, and the two of you together.

- On set visits are a regular occurrence. Bringing him food in his dressing room or to simply see your boyfriend and show up for support.

- and well, squeezing in a quickie in there, hopeing his co-stars and bosses didn't hear.

- You're more than alright with him kissing someone else for the film, It'ss his job. But, you just make sure you're not on set for that particular day.

- and he always, always asks you first.

- and when you happen to be on set, you make sure to give him a much, much better kiss when you get home...

- Takes you to award shows. You're automatically his date.

- Giving you the biggest kiss once the presenter announced his name, the camera panning to the two of you as everyone adored the sweet moment.

♡ KOKO — some sort of businessman.

- Owns one of the biggest night clubs in the city

- Along with numerous properties you're not sure what exactly are for...

- Makes deals and favors for people and meets rich personalities regularly.

- Basically, it's how he made a name of himself.

- You two are always at some luxurious hotel, spending the night at the best honeymoon suite after a fancy dinner.

- It makes you feel bad though that you're barely at your mansion, which is also an astonishingly lavish place.

- Shopping dates are your favorite. The both of you love strolling down designer outlets to buy yourselves (or each other) something nice.

- and after these, you bet there's gonna be a Versace on the floor later on tonight 😳😉

- That's not all, dating a rich man is living the premium life.

- He eventually gets you a black card of your own, even putting his last name as yours.

- Regular out of country trips. Craving for some Greek dish? This man takes you to the damn country. There's a summer festival in Bali? He's booking you tickets there. You feel like skiing? He's booking you plane seats to Canada right now.

- You also meet the other rich girlfriends and wives when Koko meets with their men.

- They secretly hate you, mainly for having your hands on the latest designer pieces, having a pass on the most exclusive places, and catching their mans' eyes...

♡ | afterglow [I]

PAIRING atsumu miya x f!reader WORD COUNT 5k CONTENT CONTAINS illusions to excessive alcohol consumption, very subtly hinted drug abuse (not from reader or atsumu)

SYNOPSIS finding out that his hot supermodel girlfriend is dumping him for some baseball player? that sucks. finding out via her red carpet debut with her new man as her plus one? sucks a bit more. having this happen to him the same day he just lost the last game of the season? yeah, it’s starting to feel like the universe has it out for him at this point, right? but atsumu miya is nothing if not petty, childish, and immature. he’ll get back at her. after all, there’s a secret dating app created by publicists and agents that pair up perfect matches for brightening up any celebrity’s public image. all atsumu has to do is pay a pretty sum of money to convince the media (and mainly his ex) that atsumu miya is still on top of the world and living his best life with the best (albeit, fake) girlfriend ever. 

unfortunately for him, his perfect match just so happens to be you — his first girlfriend, his highschool sweetheart turned sour, and the first girl who ever broke his heart.

you know what they say: when it rains, it pours.

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single dad kita who is so used to licking his finger and swiping the grain of rice off of his daughter's chin that he does it to you one night when you have some on your lip.

you freeze. so does he.

his thumb is still pressed up against your lower lip. you can feel the work-rough pad of it; his spit is slick against your skin. there's heat rising to your cheeks, a supernova burn.

"kita—" you start to say, his name strung out, frazzled with panic.

his thumb slips between your parted lips. you press your tongue against it instinctively; you can taste the salt of him and a hint of the sake you'd been sharing.

kita stares at you, his eyes searching. they're the color of a sunrise, a sweet golden dawn. there's a promise in them.

you press your tongue against his thumb again.

he breathes in through his nose. it's calm. composed. it makes something in you itch.

slowly, carefully, you close your lips around his thumb.

his eyes go dark, the color of whisky. he lets out a soft breath; you only hear the shake because you were listening for it.

a door creaks open.

the both of you go still again.

"daddy?"

it's high and plaintive, an uneasy warble. a little hiccup follows.

kita pulls free of you in an instant. he wipes his thumb against his shirt; you watch as it dampens with your spit.

he's halfway to the hallway when he glances over his shoulder at you. his gaze keeps you in place, a butterfly pinned by its wings.

"stay," he says, simple and firm. "we're not done yet."