i got interested in Kikuta Mokutaro after the onsen scene and while browsing the wiki i stumbled upon this piece of information
to which i wondered "how ?", as in my head Kikuta was not very tall
so i did a bit of girl math since Satoru Noda won't outright give us character sizes, ages, weight and such.
the one character we have information on is Sugimoto, he is 175 cm tall
so now, i head off to find a reference picture with both Sugimoto and Kikuta, full body and minimal camera angle
here it is, with lines as reference for the height of each character (minus like 2cm for Kikuta as he has shoes on)
as i suck at math, i use my sticker cutting software as it's much easier to input sizes in
here we have Sugimoto's 175 cm for reference, which i used to scale the other line for Kikuta's height.
that gives us a whopping 190 cm.
to put into perspective, the average height at that time of conscripted soldiers was 157cm.
however, i also took this other panel to have a second frame of reference, as both the artist and i are only human and can make mistakes
the average height of a doorway in Japan would be around 180cm as google so kindly provides
also measuring his rifle with his own height, despite the pose, gives us around 187 cm, so let's round it up to 185 without the heels.
Kikuta is therefore 185 cm tall
i then took the screen from where he was at the springs since that's where we saw the shadow in full, as well as panels from the manga where you see him naked
that way, i could match the proportions in all pictures so that compared to the height of the fullbody on the left, the pics on the right are about the same size body wise.
then i crop the whole left pic size so it's only Kikuta's height, and everything should be to scale.
I use the red lines to measure his length and girth based on the shadow the anime provided us and pulled them to the side so i can later measure them in my other software
here we have it... ready for the big reveal ? everything is scaled to 185
as for length, we have 22.45 cm
and width ? 7.81 cm
you don't realize (or maybe you do, i don't know). the guy is SOFT so we may have a bit of margin of error, as well as the camera angles, shadows being inaccurate but even if you take off 1 cm from each measurement...
Noda really didn't lie about him having one of the biggest penises in the manga.
I finally caught up to GK season 4 and that first episode made me fall in love with Kikuta (and the opening too damn) so here is some appreciation for the man. Can you believe there is no other Kikuta x Reader on AO3 ?
You're the other Second Lieutenant under Tsurumi's orders and you're sent to Noboribetsu Springs to unwind. Thing is, you're the only woman of your division and you want to enjoy the hot springs. This is what happens when you step in and introduce yourself to some previously unmet subordinates.
Superior Private Usami and Private First Class Nikaidou were in Noboribetsu Springs when Warrant Officer Kikuta joined them amidst the steam filled air. The two lower ranking soldiers raised their eyes to stare at the newcomer.
“Did you just get here today ?” Kikuta asked the men under the hot water streams.
Usami immediately stood up and respectfully answered him, which seemed to please Kikuta. More small talk ensued, which you couldn’t quite hear from outside the springs.
The steam saturated air gushed out when you slid open the door to the bathing area, having finally cleaned yourself properly to enter the baths. You held your towel loosely in front of your naked body and slowly walked on the cedar floorboards leading to the rock tubs and spigots spouting scalding water to stand under.
You managed to catch a few words about a strange story that Private Ariko, who had arrived in the meantime, had told Kikuta.
“I’d love to hear this story too.”
The four men turned toward you, and as you came in closer through the steam, you could see looks of bewilderment and confusion progressively plaster themselves on their faces.
“A woman ?” Kikuta choked out as your silhouette became clear to him and the others.
You could see the gears turning in Usami and Nikaidou’s head, as they had been the ones you’d seen the most in the 27th Infantry Regiment.
You stared them down before asking
“Move over, Private Usami, I want to try the burning waterfall.”
The man hastily scooted away, still squinting at you.
“Hey, isn’t that Second Lieutenant…” he started, before getting interrupted by Nikaidou.
“You were a woman ? All along ?”
You sighed.
“Yes, Private Nikaidou. You’ve seen enough blood and guts during the war not to be bothered by a bit of flesh, hmm ?”
Once the shock of the revelation gone, the four men seemed to settle again and no one paid any mind to the fact you were a woman. However, you sensed Ariko and Kikuta were trying not to look in your general direction, not that it bothered you. Usami was the usual creep but he wasn’t ogling you, and Nikaidou didn’t seem to change attitude towards you. There was some good to having a division full of lunatics, you mused.
“Now what about that story ?”
Ariko cleared his throat before continuing his story, sometimes interrupted by Kikuta who seemed to try and bait the other two soldiers. You just listened, Usami doing a lot of mental gymnastics to try and undermine Ariko’s story. You knew what Kikuta was trying to do, getting in on the gold chase and gather some information about the skins so you tuned out of their chatter. Kikuta’s low voice droned in the background as you closed your eyes and turned around. You kept the towel to your front but that left your backside entirely exposed for anyone to see.
You heard someone choke again, the conversation stuttering slightly before resuming.
Kikuta couldn’t believe what he was seeing. First of all a woman in the army, and furthermore a Second Lieutenant of the 7th Division ? Usami and Nikaidou seemed surprised enough to see you, but were clearly not bothered about the situation. Apart from your name, he had never seen you during the war, but then again neither had he seen Koito Otonoshin.
Yet he… he was getting hard looking at your toned body, a few scars here and there but your shapes were unmistakeable. How the army managed to overlook that you were a woman was absurd. One look at your thighs and all he wanted to do was bury his head inbetween them and devour you until you begged him to stop.
He tried to breathe deep and calm down, he couldn’t get hard in front of his subordinates, but damn was it difficult. It wasn’t helping that he kept thinking about a lone woman surrounded by all the men in Tsurumi’s division, them taking advantage of you like the beasts they were, before being reminded you were a soldier too. Second Lieutenant even, so you must’ve had the skills to back it up. Clearly, you were unfazed by the naked bodies around you, and you didn’t bat an eye at Usami’s antics.
The warrant officer sat in the large bath to hide his erection as the conversation about Ariko’s story continued, and you seemingly paid no more attention to them.
Once you had enough of standing beneath the waterfall, you went into the bath to completely relax, your towel drenched and sticking to your body until you discarded it to sit in the volcanic waters. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sound of water as well as the ambiant chatter of the other division members. Kikuta had gone out before you and you could hear he was up to his antics with Nikaidou, the latter’s shrill laughter piercing the steam.
The rest of your bathing session went without a hitch, and you went back to your work feeling rejuvenated from the hot water, and from messing a bit with your fellow division members. The other good thing about working under First Lieutenant Tsurumi was that he didn’t care if you were a woman, just if you could do what was necessary to get the Ainu gold. He wasn’t even phased when he discovered it, though you suspected he had known for a while.
That evening, when you came back to your room, Kikuta was waiting for you. As you walked down the hallway, you saw the clear imprint of his dick straining against his pants. Of course, he was the only one to have enough of a head on his shoulders to get hard by seeing you naked. Usami and Nikaidou were out of the equation, and Ariko… you didn’t know him enough. Not that it mattered, Kikuta was the one in front of you right now.
No words were needed as you pushed your door open, looking back towards him to beckon him into the darkness, only lit by the hallway lights. He didn’t miss a beat, he had barely stepped into your room that he grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours, roughly and greedily. He shut the door closed with his foot as he backed you against the wall, body crowding you and radiating heat as your mouths danced together.
You raised your hands and brought them behind his neck, fingers carding through his shorter hair as he continued to ravage your mouth, hot kisses and nibbles making your lips swollen. You were getting out of breath as you melted into his touch, his calloused hands sliding towards your neck, shoulders, waist, pressing into your soft flesh and leaving fire under your skin.
Kikuta pulled away from you and growled “You have no idea how hard you made today for me.”
You chuckled and pressed your hips to his “I think I know.”
You could feel his member throbbing in his pants, so hard it must’ve been painful. And from what you had glimpsed in the hot springs, he was well endowed.
“Tease.” Kikuta grumbled before his fingers started to undo the buttons to your military shirt. You shrugged off the garment to reveal your chest was bound with fabric. His large hands grazed over your covered breasts before murmuring
“So that’s how you did it…”
You untucked the end of the fabric strip and placed it in his hand for him to continue to undress you, and he did. He slowly unwound it from around your torso and at last, you were freed from its constraints, the large fabric ribbon pooling around your feet as the cold air hit your already hard buds. You heard Kikuta inhale deeply before you felt his hands on your chest, easily covering your small mounds and thumbing your nipples. Your back arched into the wall as his ministrations sent jolts of electricity right to your core. Right at that moment, he slid his knee between your thighs and you gasped, the delicious friction eliciting more heat to pool inside your belly. As he caressed your chest, you felt his breath on your neck and then his hot mouth right under your jaw. He sucked and lightly bit the sensitive skin there, causing you to exhale a bit louder than before.
As much as it felt good to have his hands on you, you also wanted to feel him up after the preview you had at the hot springs. You went to remove his jacket and undo the buttons of his shirt, after which he removed it. The way the fabric slid off his large arms and square chest, revealing the scar you had already seen in the morning was tantalizing. Kikuta stood there after removing his shirt, waiting for you, no, inviting you to touch him. Your hands flitted to his toned chest, tracing the muscles, feeling the warm skin under your touch. You slowly drew the scar and placed a few hickeys along his jaw and neck before he couldn’t keep his hands off you again. He grabbed your waist and pressed you into him, his need more apparent by the minute. His hips rutted into yours as he slowly licked up from your breast to your neck, breath fanning over your ear.
“Shouldn’t be doing this…” he murmured more to himself. Getting physically involved with a superior during the gold chase was awkward at best and dangerous at most. But like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to you since the moment he saw you. It had been so long since he felt soft, willing flesh under him.
You unbuttoned your pants and in tandem, Kikuta slid his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down, revealing your lower half and underwear. You kicked the garment away along with your boots and the older man suddenly grabbed you and hoisted you to your bed, dropping you on it as he towered over you. The pale light of the moon bounced off his chiseled body and it was breathtaking. The cold light accentuated his firm chest and defined abs, as well as his thick neck and square jaw. The reddish scar popped from his skin and drew your eyes down his body as his hands trailed to his belt, unbuckling it as you stared.
Kikuta had no qualms showing off to you, and you couldn’t form into words attractive he was right now. You wanted to touch him, glue yourself to him and feel him more, melt into human contact. Or maybe you wanted him to come over you and bend you to his will instead. Despite all honorifics flying out the window the moment you saw him waiting for you in the hallway, a strange dynamic came from you being his superior but him being quite a few years older than you.
A pang of painful lust echoed from your belly as he freed his bulge from his pants, his loincloth barely restraining his girth. His underwear was discarded quickly after and what a girth it was. He wasn’t hard in the springs and he had already seemed long and thick, but now it was reaching over his abs, swollen and particularly large in the middle of the shaft. You swallowed hard, thinking about how deep he was going to mess you up and it only made you wetter.
He dug his hands into your hips to bring you to the edge and pressed his hands inside your thighs, opening you up to him. You were about to protest when he kneeled beside the bed, dark eyes boring into you with intensity before you felt him lick a stripe up your pussy. He didn’t go slow or gentle, it was broad and strong, willing to taste you all at once before his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Your hands immediately tangled in his hair as your back arched from the bed, overwhelmed by the sensations he was dragging out from you.
His arms curled around your thighs and kept you open as he ate you out, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave marks. You panted out as he continued to lick and suck at you, small moans leaving your mouth with every exhale and heat building up in your belly. Too much, too fast, you felt the coil in your core tighten and you were so close when there was suddenly no more stimulation at all. You clenched over emptiness as the high you were chasing receded. Frustrated, you propped yourself up on one elbow to look at Kikuta, but any complaints you had died in your throat when you saw his face.
His eyes were darker than you remembered them, swirling with lust and staring up at you as he licked his lips, his nose and chin glinting with your wetness. His hair was in disarray and there was the slightest blush on his high cheekbones.
“Let me take care of you.” He smiled before approaching your core again, hot breath making goosebumps erupt on your skin.
You fell back, wiping the nascent sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand, feeling both wound up and boneless after he denied you your climax.
“I swear Kikuta…” you breathed out.
His deep voice vibrated against your sensitive core, reviving the fire in your loins with a passion.
“Mokutarou.”
“Huh ?” you rose again.
“If you want to cry out my name, it’s Mokutarou.” He said as he delved between your folds again, dragging a moan out of you.
Your whole body shook as the tension built up within you, tighter, hotter than the time before. Your thighs strained against Kikuta’s arms as you got closer to release once again.
“Mokutarou…” you whined to warn him but it was useless as he removed his mouth from you once more, peppering kisses around where you needed him most. His scruff tickled your skin as he watched you come down from your high, desire simmering in your bones as you no longer had the strength to complain about his teasing.
He rose to his feet, looming over you as he kissed his way up to your neck, his large body casting a shadow over your sweat slick skin.
Eyes half open, you felt him kiss you and tasted yourself in his mouth. In between languid kisses, you could feel his cock pressing against your abdomen, hot and leaking. He must’ve been as wound up as you, without any stimulation and yet he was still playing with you.
“What’s your game, Mokutarou ?” you mumbled as his lips danced over yours and you felt him smile.
“One more.” he answered against your mouth. He kissed up your jaw and beneath your ear, lightly biting the skin there and littering your neck with marks.
“Just one more and you’ll be ready. You can do that for me ?” he rumbled out.
He was going to be the death of you, pulling your soul out of your body one denial at a time… But his words held a promise that sounded too good to turn down. You were too far gone to back out now so you just nodded.
“Please.”
Kikuta nestled himself between your legs again, the anticipation already building up to your orgasm without him even touching you. His large fingers spread your puffy lips apart as he exposed your hole and pressed his tongue to it. The previous times, he hadn’t touched you as directly and deeply but here he was focusing entirely on it, pushing his tongue past your entrance. The stimulation was almost too much as he pulled out and entered you again, nose bumping against your clit as he kept you open for him to taste.
“Fff- hahhh…” you moaned as he tongued you, toes flexing and your breath catching in your throat. You were burning all over, sweat breaking out in places you didn’t think it was possible and your only anchor were your hands fisting the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.
When he retreated, you groaned in frustration. You had to hold out for him, but damn if it wasn’t the sweetest torture you’d ever felt. You laid there, exhausted and yet tenser than you’d ever been, as if strings were linking every part of you to your belly, and when they’d snap you’d be nothing more than a doll, a puppet to pleasure.
Kikuta pushed you back on the bed and joined you, keeping your legs open as he fit his hips there, pressing his engorged cock to you and eliciting a jolt from you.
“You did good.” He murmured in your ear as he lined up with you.
“You did so good.” He hummed as he slowly pressed the head of his cock inside of you, and suddenly stars erupted in front of your eyes.
Despite all the preparation, despite your wetness, he was still thick. You could feel your walls strain and give in to his girth, a slight pain to accompany the pleasure of being filled and it was so good. Your hands found themselves on his broad shoulders as he inched more and more of him inside of you. You thought you were full but he continued pushing inside you until his hips were flush with yours and the pressure was unbearable. You were speared open by his cock and when he pressed the palm of his hand on your belly and you felt the bulge he made there, it was too much.
White hot pleasure wrecked through you from the point you were both joined, hands digging into him as you arched your back and clenched all around him, the orgasm more intense than any you’d ever had before. Tears pricked at your eyes as you gasped for air, completely blown away by the intensity of your climax. You hadn’t sensed it coming, the damn breaking instantly as pleasure coursed through your limbs, eyes open on blinding white and brain screaming in silent ecstasy.
You were barely recovering, limbs trembling and vision still spotty when he started moving. Dragging out against your sensitive walls and pushing back in again, burying himself deep into you, slowly. You whined for him to wait but he kissed you instead, muffling your pleas as he stoked the fire deep inside you to life again, one stroke at a time. You were a mess beneath him as he continued to push himself in and out, so deep you could almost feel him in your throat and yet you missed him the moment he pulled away. He was throbbing and burning inside of you, yet it seemed he had all the control and you had none. The tantalizing, addictive rhythm he set drove you crazy and you wanted, needed more. You felt your walls hug him closer, the coil in your gut wound tight again and you bucked your hips to accompany his movements to try and get more friction, more stimulation.
“Ready for more ?” he breathed out as he plunged into you and you frantically nodded, almost begging him to.
He pulled out and snapped his hips to yours, setting a faster, harder rhythm than before. Your hands raked down his arms, blunt nails leaving faint red marks on his skin as you grasped his forearms for support as he pounded into you. You could feel him in your belly every time, carving his place out and rearranging your insides to fit him. Every stroke sent a shiver of pleasure through you like the flow and ebb of the sea, inexorable, unavoidable. When you looked down, you could see the slight bulge he made in your abdomen as he filled you up. He was pushing you to your limits and it was the best thing you’d ever felt.
Kikuta caught you staring and lowered his gaze to where you were joined, his length glistening as he pulled out, and your juices dripping down his balls and thighs as he pushed back in. He nuzzled your neck, still drilling into you, and you heard him murmur.
“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.”
That did it for you. You felt his hips falter as pleasure surged through you, mouth opening in a silent cry as wave after wave racked your body. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his high as you were contracting all around him, milking him dry. He stilled as he came, cock throbbing and pulsating inside of you as he painted your walls white. You felt him bite softly your shoulder, teeth only slightly digging into your flesh as if he was trying very, very hard not to hurt you. A fragile, strangled moan escaped from his throat as his own climax came crashing down on him. Every little twitch of his cock as he released inside sent pleasure aftershocks through your body as you panted in unison, basking in the afterglow of your respective orgasms. Pleasure was permeating your body and it took a moment for it to subside, any movement setting your nerves aflame and sending another jolt of electricity up your spine.
Kikuta’s muscles strained as he slowly pulled himself out of you with an obscene shlick. He rolled to his side and pulled you in, spooning you. You were sticky and sweaty and so was he with his chest pressed to your back, but you’d given up your place for nothing in the world. His hands gently rubbed your tired body, your waist, hips and belly as he whispered soft praises nuzzled into your neck.
You’d never thought a soldier could be so tender and yet here you were, two beings broken by the war trying to piece back their hearts and soul by joining and melting together.
His cuddling continued for a while longer as he pressed soft kisses along the nape of your neck, your body pressed against his as his strong arms circled your waist and for once, made you feel safe. No more chills, hair standing on end as you waited for an unknown assailant to come at your during the night. No bone-chilling cold, body halfway covered in mud while your fellow soldier died out next to you. Only a dull, pleasing ache in your core and a steady breath and steady heart at your back, human heat lulling you to sleep.
You could both wear your scars again once the sun rose, as for now it was nighttime.
author’s note
Thank you for reading this ! I hope you enjoyed it ! I want to write more but alas, i am ace and get inspiration once in a blue moon.
Hi yes you fukin did it. You turned me into a simp for the DJ. I have reread 'our hidden ways' like 10 times and I need more 'crossed orbits may we meet' or 'specifics' so please if you get around to it, please tell me because I found them on your archives acc as well. Anyways just saying you're my favourite author now
Hi ! Wow, i didn’t expect to convert someone to simping for DJSS xDD I’m really glad you liked my fics :)
I’m a bit out of the NSR fandom right now, but i’ll definitely finish them someday. You can subscribe to a fic on Ao3 to get notified when a new chapter is posted.
I tend to write a lot for like 2 weeks then go missing for 3-6 months, sorry :/ But i always finish my fics... someday xD
In which you are friends with Bunk Bed Junction, but also entertain a relationship with DJ Subatomic Supernova.
author’s note
I don't know why but i had this lingering in my mind. I'm too impatient to write angsty fics, but here is an attempt. Hope you enjoy !
Art by me
« You’re going to see him again… »
Zuke was waiting for you at the exit of the sewers, back laid against the wall and arms crossed.
“Yeah”
He didn’t try to stop you as you climbed the ladder, your bag swaying with each step you took.
You had a weird relationship going on.
You were friends with the members of Bunk Bed Junction, Mayday and Zuke, but you also met with DJ Subatomic Supernova somewhat regularly. But you wouldn’t call him a friend. No, it was more akin to acquaintances with benefits, what you had with him.
You knew Bunk Bed Junction didn’t like NSR, and by extension their artists, but you couldn’t deny the rush you felt by mingling with that crowd.
It was one fateful night that you went to Club Planetarium to listen to the DJ’s music. Short dress, high heels, glitter all over, you were dancing like there was no tomorrow, truly lost in the music. And for some reason, you caught his attention.
Maybe he had seen you with Bunk Bed Junction, you didn’t know, but you found yourself in the backstage discussing with him. When he mentioned that being here could equate to a form of treason to your friends, your whole body seized up and adrenalin rushed through your veins.
He noticed.
And that’s how your arrangement came to be.
The start of your first night together was awkward, as it can be with strangers. Especially considering DJ Subatomic Supernova’s sheer size.
“Just keep talking and it’ll go in smoothly”
“Heh, kinky” he had chuckled.
From then on, it became a regular occurrence, meeting with him in the early hours of the morning, after his club had closed, and coming back to the sewers the next day.
All your nights started with every interaction tasting bitter, a vague nausea lingering in your gut, until all sense of morality left you and you melted into each other over and over again, until your gut churned for another reason.
Touches that didn’t mean anything, until both of you were too far gone to give anything sense and just delved deeper into your sinful interaction.
Everything burned and stung until you were numb and craved for him even more than you felt the pain.
There was something so exciting being involved in this way with the sworn enemy of your friends. He was almost twice your age but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the exhilarating rush you experienced when you were with him, when you were soft and malleable, bodies matched in a way no other could.
When you got back to the sewers, Zuke was waiting for you. His eyes took in your disheveled look, the myriad of marks on visible skin, how you looked exhausted.
« Why are you doing this ? Can I… do anything for you ? »
He looked tired too, almost like he hadn’t slept since you’d left. His voice was strained, his demeanor paper thin.
You knew how it was between the two of you. You let him reach out gently to your shoulder, his hand warm, so warm. You could break down from that alone, so you took a step, and another, and soon he was left behind.
Zuke was the only one of Bunk Bed Junction who knew of your relationship with DJ Subatomic Supernova, and perhaps the one who hurt the most. You knew he had some feelings for you, and he knew you were aware of that. And yet, your paths went astray since that night, when you accepted DJ’s offer.
However, you knew this was not bound to last.
You treated each night with the charter of the Cast Tech district like your last one, because you never knew when you would have to choose between him and Bunk Bed Junction. And you both knew that you wouldn’t abandon your friends for him.
You were in his arms once more, body flushed and sweaty as he sprinkled purple hickeys all over you.
“I didn’t expect you to be the possessive type”
“Just a reminder that you are mine during these nights”
Breathless small talk at first, while you got used to each other once more, never really closing the gap between your souls. As the night went on, social etiquette was lost to the world and all that mattered was your bodies colliding, welded, forming one. The decadent pleasure lasting hours as you indulged until you couldn’t move anymore.
You knew it wasn’t meant to last, but it was a chalice you drank until the very last drop.
Hunt for lonely souls (Endeavor x Reader) Part 2 (SMUT)
author’s note
Smut is here, hope you enjoy c:
You had been hiding in the apartment for a week when the power was cut off. You knew it was bound to happen as more havoc was brought upon the city, but it still was a major annoyance. For example, you couldn’t have hot showers anymore, at least until Endeavor’s quirk came in handy, getting him to heat the water tank as you hopped into the bathroom. He could make pans and pots boil by holding them in his hands and focusing his flames there, even though he expressed a strong dislike at being compared to a stove.
The only thing he couldn’t fix was the cold, especially at night. You had dug up a mountain of covers and duvets, and stuck to one room in hopes the heat would be retained, but you were still frozen when the sun went down. Endeavor did not seem to be bothered by it, his body usually emitting a constant warmth that had you glued to his every step.
It was when you woke up with a sore throat and sneezing that he proposed.
« Why don’t we sleep together ? »
You almost spat out your tea.
« WHAT ?! »
He looked serious.
« For heat preservation. It would be bad if you caught a cold, and i usually run hot. »
Oh he was certainly hot, you had noticed quite a few things while being stuck with him 24/7, but that was not something you could say to his face. You just accepted his offer, as gracefully as possible coming from someone buried under about 30 blankets and with a runny nose.
The day went on as usual, which meant quite boringly for the two of you, trying to find entertainment in the books left by the previous tenants of the place. It was only when the evening came that anticipation started to twist your gut. You were still on the living room couch, not even near bedtime, but you were already finding plethora of excuses about sleeping in the same bed at Endeavor.
It’s just because i’m cold, simple as that ! We’re both adults and we know there is no further meaning behind sharing a bed than keeping each other warm.
You were rubbing your hands together as your extremities were growing colder, despite the covers, when Endeavor rose from his armchair in front of you to seat next to you. You followed his movement with curiosity, not understanding why he was doing this. But then, he started to pull some of the blankets off of you, as if he was peeling the comfy onion you had become.
« What are you doing ?! » you screeched as you felt the sharp nip of cold reach your skin, repressing a shudder.
The man then huddled to your side while rearranging the covers around the both of you, as best he could.
« Better ? » he huffed while giving you a stern glare, which you now knew was his default expression.
You were indeed feeling suddenly warmer, but you didn’t know if it was because of his quirk, or because he pulled you so close to him, his arm circling your waist and keeping you put. Your mind was racing with thoughts at first, but soon the position deemed quite comfortable, and the constant warmth lulled you to sleep.
Several hours later, you woke up. You didn’t remember falling asleep, and you were not on the couch anymore. Lights were off and as you sat up to see where you had ended, pushing a few blankets off your body despite the chilling air, a strong arm snaked around your waist and tugged you back down onto the bed. As you looked next to you, you saw Endeavor, shirtless, sleepily opening one blue eye and asking you
« Something happening ? »
Heat coiled in your gut. You whispered
« No, everything’s okay. Sorry for waking you up. »
And you sunk back under the covers, Endeavor pulling you flush with his body as you turned your back to him, embarrassed by the sudden proximity between the two of you. After a few minutes though, you couldn’t help but pipe up.
« Endeavor ? »
The deep, gravelly voice answered
« Enji. »
« What ? » you whispered back.
« You can call me Enji. »
You took a few moments to let that sink in. Sharing a bed would usually come after being on a first-name basis, you mused internally.
« Enji » your voice wavered, still not used to the intimacy of using his first name, especially not while said man was glued to your back, arms around you and talking so close to your ear.
« Did you bring me here ? »
He took some time to answer, sleep clearly taking its toll on him.
« Hmm » he rumbled « Didn’t want to wake you up, couldn’t let you get cold. »
His hold got somewhat tighter.
« D-do we really have to be this close ? And why are you shirtless ? » you couldn’t help but ask.
« To keep you warm, both » he murmured as he nuzzled your neck, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin there.
You weren’t sure if it was truly his body heat keeping you toasty, or the warmth blooming between your thighs.
« Now sleep. » he huffed out as his thumb rubbed small circles on your hip, slipped under the ample shirt you had borrowed.
You thought you definitely couldn’t get to sleep with so many sensations assaulting your senses, but your brain soon tired of running overdrive and you fell into slumber once more.
When you woke up, you were now facing Endeavor’s chest and still tangled in his arms. The warmth from before came back to you as you detailed the thin hair adorning his muscular torso, rising to every one of his deep breaths. You unwound yourself from his grip as he sluggishly woke up, casting a questioning glare towards you.
« I’m going to take a shower, you can sleep in if you want ! » you said as you jumped off the bed and scurried towards the bathroom.
« The water is cold... » he articulated as you escaped his hold.
You almost stopped in your tracks, but you couldn’t go back there.
« It’s okay, don’t worry ! » you said as you smiled back to him, even going as far as making a thumbs up, before resuming your intended course.
You had read several written pieces where cold showers helped curb some sensations, especially in more romance-oriented books. But as you stepped under the ice-cold beam of water, you deemed it was all bullshit. You energetically rubbed soap onto your skin and hair before rinsing it, at least until your fingers hurt from the cold bite and you couldn’t stand it anymore.
You stepped out of the bathtub with chattering teeth, and hastily wrapped yourself in a few towels, urgently rubbing off the water that was making your temperature drop. You then hopped into your clothes, feeling oddly warm even though you were certain they weren’t, and you dashed to the kitchen to make yourself some tea.
Until you remembered that you couldn’t heat the water without Endeavor’s help, so you stomped back to the bedroom, cold still painfully nipping at your flesh.
« End-Enji, i need your help to heat up some water ! » you said as you reached the open doorway.
He turned around, and you saw he was in the midst of putting a shirt back on, arms tugging the tight fabric over his abs. You didn’t stare, you didn’t intend to, yet you couldn’t help but notice the happy trail of red hair leading into his sweatpants as the shirt came down.
Your eyes fluttered back to his face, brain stunned and already reeling from the sight.
« Didn’t you already take a shower... ? » he asked, perplexed.
« No, no, for some tea. » you explained, slightly exasperated.
He eyed you up and down, and then said
« You look cold. »
« I am. »
Despite his abysmal social skills, he understood that you didn’t want to push the matter of why you took a cold shower even though he had offered to heat the water up. He followed you to the kitchen and got to work.
Once again, you were stuck on the couch under your fort of blankets, holding a steaming cup of tea with your numb fingers, half-burning them but you couldn’t care less. Even with the amount of covers on you, Endeavor could see you tremble and shiver.
You were cold, that much you were sure of. But your pride forbade you snuggled up to the man next to you like some scratch-starved cat. So you endured the chill, cursing against your poor choice of literature and low body heat.
But as night came around, you were dragged back to the shared bed you had with Endeavor, his piercing blue eyes and frown dismissing any attempt of escape on your part. And in all honesty, the cold had drained a lot of your energy and you couldn’t resist much the prospect of a toasty cover to snore in.
You woke up the next morning entangled with Endeavor, his chin resting on your head, and then the next morning too.
By the fifth day, you had given up and let the giant man cuddle you like you were some oversized teddy bear.
You always seemed to wake up before he did, so you used this time to detail his features. His sleeping face was relaxed, free from the usual frown he sported, and you couldn’t help but inspect his scar up close, the way his eyebrow and mustache didn’t grow on it. How his nose was so very straight. His slightly receding hairline, but nothing to be ashamed of for a man in his forties. His neat sideburns and beard, his strong jawline and - goddamit - his lips.
Seeing everything up close, from his embrace, made your heart rush and heat grow in your belly.
You sighed. How wasn’t he aware ? You were glad, and somewhat dejected that he had the decency of not lusting over his apocalypse partner.
You felt him move, your slight exhale must have woken him up. He opened his eyes and they bore through your own, the bright blue still glazed over by sleep. And then you felt his hand behind your head, tangling in your hair, and his mouth on your lips.
Too stunned to do anything, you let him kiss you deeply, hot lips molded onto yours and his arms keeping you in place, his scent overwhelming you and making your brain fuzzy.
As he broke the kiss, he blinked a few times, consciousness returning to his eyes as you stayed still.
« Shit, that wasn’t a dream. » he murmured as he rubbed a hand on his face to clear the last remnants of sleep.
« Sorry for that. »
He got up before you, his tall silhouette disappearing in the hallway as you were still processing what had happened.
You spent the rest of the day purposefully ignoring what had occurred the same morning, and as far as you knew he was doing the same.
Things didn’t feel awkward as you slipped inside the bed next to him, cuddling him for his warmth and nothing else, you told yourself. Things didn’t feel awkward as you woke him up and he always seemed to take an instant to stare at you before getting out of the bed. Things didn’t feel awkward as he kept you glued to his skin to keep you warm, at any hour of the day, because winter had settled in.
And things didn’t feel awkward when one morning, you woke up to soft pants and a constant tremor agitating the bed you laid on.
As sleep quickly cleared from your system, you were able to take in the sight before you. Endeavor, a slight sheen of sweat over his brow, eyes scrunched up and teeth gnawing at his lips, only releasing them to puff out a hot breath, a discrete moan. You were laying on one of his arms, head resting on his chest, and your gaze trailed down, down his body before you closed your eyes.
No, that was not happening.
The lewd sound of flesh rubbing flesh echoed in your ears as you forced yourself to look back at his face, ignoring what was taking place on his lower body.
As you opened your eyes again, they locked with his.
A heartbeat. Maybe two. You didn’t count.
He stared at you, eyes glazed over, the tiniest bit of pink tinting his ears and cheeks.
« Help me finish ? » he grunted out, voice straining as he didn’t stop his hand.
You knew the desperation, you knew the frustration of relief being just out of reach, so you didn’t think when you slipped one hand in his short hair and tugged his head back, maintaining eye contact with his glowing blue eyes. You buried your head in his neck and inhaled his scent deeply, a mix of spice, musk and smoke, and sucked the skin there, eliciting a raspy breath from Endeavor. Your other hand trailed down, feather-like over his abs, barely grazing the thick curls around his length before wrapping around his balls, fondling them gently as you felt his hand - the one around your waist - gripping your butt, and you knew you were doing good.
You whispered dirty words in his ear, punctuated by nips and kisses to his neck.
« Are you going to cum all over ? Spill your hot seed on your chest, your abs ? »
You could feel his movements getting sloppier, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass and more moans escaping his lips, a deliciously tantalizing sight. Eyes still locked with his, you murmured
« Come for me, Enji. »
As you pronounced his name, you felt his entire body tense beneath your hand, and he let go of a strangled grunt as his hips rutted into his fist. You didn’t look down, but you could see a milky fluid reaching up to his chest, and slowly gathering in the valley of his pecs.
His grip loosened on your buttocks, and you slid your hand out of his hair, awkwardly withdrawing the other one and not quite knowing what to do with yourself. You felt dwarfed in comparison to him, tucked to his side and engulfed by his arm.
As his breathing calmed down, he opened his eyes again and turned his face towards yours.
« Thank you. » he rumbled out, a slight smile gracing his usually harsh features.
« No problem. » you murmured, unable to look at him in the eye.
« Do you want to get up ? »
You felt him tug a blanket over his hips.
« Don’t you want me to help you get off ? »
It was the thing you least expected him to say, your eyes snapping back to his face as you stared in disbelief. You were half tempted to play innocent and tell him you didn’t need to get off, but truth was seeing him jerk off had riled you up to your limit. Throwing shyness out the window, you accepted his offer.
He sat up and you came in his lap, his strong chest at your back as you did your best to ignore the sticky feeling of his fluids on your skin. He was so tall his head reached easily over your shoulder, so you instructed
« Don’t look, give me your hands. »
You felt him nod as he held out his big hands, holding them up until you had removed any obstructing piece of clothing. Goosebumps erupted on your skin, but your gut was burning. You grabbed his hands and led them to your mound, between your spread legs.
« Okay » you exhaled shakily, tension wound up so tight you were almost trembling. « You take care of my pussy, i manage the clit. Feel, don’t look. » you ordered again as you felt him shuffle behind you.
« I like it slow at first, being stretched, feeling the burn, you can remove your fingers sometimes, you can tease me. But when i say so, don’t stop, and don’t pull them out. Understood ? »
He rumbled his approval, breath fanning over your neck, and slid his fingers down to your dripping lips.
You started by making slow circles on your clit as he mapped out your hole, spreading your lips with his thick, warm fingers and rubbing them over your slit. You could feel his muscles rolling under his skin as he slowly pushed one digit inside of you, feeling your slick walls with his roughened pad. His other hand kept your pussy spread open, and you kept going at your clit. You felt like you could come in an instant if you went any faster, Endeavor was doing wonders arousing you.
He gently pulled out his finger, and pushed it back in, your hole swallowing him easily as your fluids dripped down your ass onto the blanket. In, and out, for a few times before you felt him add another finger inside you, the stretch burning you delightfully.
You moaned in his hold, tipping your head back as you went a bit faster with your own fingers, lazily chasing your release.
That’s when you heard his voice, oh so close to your ears, whispering sultry words as he kept pumping his fingers inside of you.
« How do you like that ? How do my fingers feel inside of you ? You’re so wet, you’re taking them so easily... »
He was knuckle deep inside of you when he paused, lowering his head to nip at your neck while you sighed in contempt.
« Are two enough ? Do you want more ? Or maybe it doesn’t matter ? » he asked as he pulled out his fingers entirely, making you whine, before he slowly slipped them in again.
Oh, how the teasing felt divine as he repeated that a few times, and you were so close to coming.
« Please, put them back in. More... » you whispered, lost in the pleasure of having your pussy spread so well by the man behind you.
« I’ll open your nice little pussy, don’t worry. Your little hole takes me so well. » he growled in your ear, pushing his fingers back in and slowly adding a third one from his other hand.
You gasped at the delicious sear, his fingers pushing over the tight ring of muscle and opening it further, making you quicken your pace on your sensitive bud.
« Faster, don’t stop now » you huffed out as you closed your eyes, feeling him pump his fingers in opposing rhythm inside of your cunt, rubbing them over your walls and tightening the coil inside your belly tenfold.
You were almost there, you moaned and puffed as you almost reached your climax, but it evaded you when you went to clamp your thighs together, blocked by your aid’s thick arms. You chased your climax again, muscles straining and tense, but your hand was tiring and it felt out of reach.
Desperate, you turned towards Endeavor, tears in your eyes.
« Enji... i don’t think i can come like this... i can’t... » you almost sobbed.
« Shhh, don’t worry. » he murmured in your ear, lips grazing the outer shell of it and sending tingles down your spine.
« I know you can do it, come all over my fingers, make a mess out of me. »
And that’s all you needed to clamp down on him, body tensing up and scorching relief washing over you as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers, overstimulating your nub until your hips jerked to escape your own touch. Your back arched and you moaned his name over and over again, one of your hands leaving your clit to grab his muscular thigh to anchor yourself to reality, fingers digging in his firm flesh.
That might have been one of the best orgasms you had in a long time, you thought as you came back from your high, feeling Endeavor slip his thick fingers out of your sensitive cunt.
You waited a bit for your breath to calm down, and tentatively cleared your throat, afraid it might still come out needy after climaxing.
« Thank you, Enji, that was... pretty good. »
You saw him bring his wet and sticky fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, before smirking
Dire situations draw people together, and you are in quite a pinch. Hunted for your quirk, you find the pro hero Endeavor along the way and drag him into hiding with you.
How long will you have to live with this unexpected companion, and what will grow out of it ?
author’s note
Hope you enjoy ! This was supposed to be 2 chapters but oh well, i don't care *lies down crying*
It was hell, or maybe that could be the word to most accurately describe what was going on around you. Flames burning high in the smoky night sky, pro heroes and villains mingling like it was some sort of party, and not one of the biggest, deadliest fights in the history of heroes.
Nomus, the bad ones, were running amok and you slid in the shadows, sticking to buildings that felt like they had caught a fever, praying no debris would splat you like a pancake before anyone even got to you.
As you held your breath when a few Nomus patrolled by, their empty eyes and visible brains scanning for something - you - you heard a rather loud voice coming from your side.
“What are you doing here ? All civilians must rally one of the help points set up by the heroes.”
You turned around so hard you thought your neck might break.
A tall, thick man wearing a tight blue costume along with what seemed like gauntlets was staring down at you. But what was most stunning was his mane of fire, coming down from his face to his arms and leaving embers on the already scorched ground.
“Shut up !” you whisper-yelled while slapping your hand square on his hard chest, putting out all of his flames in an instant.
“You’ve seen how it is out there, so please stay quiet.”
You saw the surprise in his stare, even though it didn’t show in any other of his features. Stoic, he slowly nodded as the both of you receded in the shadows. You were on high alert for something like 2 minutes, but it felt like an eternity, before sighing shakily and removing your palm from his torso, all sweaty and clammy.
“Mind telling me what’s going on that I cannot manage ?” the gruff voice behind you said, his facial features once more lit up by his flaming beard and mask, albeit a bit more tame.
“Okay... First of all, sorry for cancelling your power like that, but we really need to be discrete. Your scar, what did it, there are many more out there.”
You saw he was not fully buying your story so you let out a breath and sunk down the wall, patted the ground near you and looked up to him.
“It’s not that long of a story, but i feel a bit shaky.” you smiled wearily.
After assessing the situation for an instant, Endeavor, the top hero, sat down next to you and bent towards your face, eager for your insight on what was happening in his city.
“So, it might not be that bad in other parts of the city - even though it might be an understatement considering the flames you had seen in the distance - but the Nomus are here because i am. I’m not special, not that i think so, but All for One wants my quirk for himself. You’ve seen it, i can cancel someone’s quirk by touching them, it’s not a big deal and Eraserhead can do something similar without having to be close contact, but here’s the catch. Once i’ve cancelled a quirk, i can sense it, trace it like a scent trail or something. And this is was he wants. The ability to identify and track quirks, and maybe use it to make even better Nomus.”
As you took a breath to let Endeavor understand all you had thrown at him - and you knew it seemed crazy, all that mess for a quirk like yours - he spoke up.
“You sense the Nomus around and that’s how you’ve been evading them ?”
You opened your mouth to answer but he cut you off with another question.
“You can sense what enhancements have been made to the Nomus ?”
You smiled a bit pitifully.
“Yeah, i can. But it’s a mess to be honest. The things they’ve mixed to get those Nomus... It’s horrendous, putrid. I can usually sense categories of quirks and only with more concentration can I identify a specific quirk - let’s say for example your Hellfire versus another fire quirk. But Nomus are not one, they’re like a Frankenstein’s monster of quirks, a jumbled mess of all types of abilities, it’s truly nauseating to feel.”
A pause in your conversation as a nearby building toppled over, sirens ringing and a cloud of smoke obscuring the sky a bit more.
“And i refuse to be a part of that.”
“So what’s your plan ?” Endeavor asked as he straightened himself back on his feet.
“Okay, there’s a residential area next to here that should not be too affected by the fights, from what i saw, but it should have been fully evacuated. Let’s find a place to hide until the Nomus are out of there.”
He quirked an eyebrow at you, probably judging how flimsy a plan it was, but it was your best take.
“You can’t take them all, Endeavor. I know you’re the top hero and all that, but if you nearly died facing one of them, you can’t handle all the ones in the area right now. And they’ve clearly been moving in groups from what i saw.”
“Fine, lead the way.” he rumbled as he gave you a hand to get you up. Your muscles were already sore from all the running around and the constant tension, but you wiggled your carcass, checked your laces and took the lead.
After a while of walking, stopping, waiting for Nomus to pass and repeat, you finally arrived at a calmer zone with close to no fire, and what seemed to you like less Nomus, but you weren’t sure. Your quirk was getting tired, like someone’s nose could get overwhelmed by inhaling a lot of different scents, and Nomus were the quirk equivalent of pot-pourri. You spotted a building that was in good shape, and obviously empty. Motioning for Endeavor to follow you, you climbed the stairs to the first floor, but then estimated that would still make you too visible from the windows. You climbed another flight of stairs towards the second floor, legs screaming and breath short, while the pro hero next to you hardly huffed as he took the steps 3 by 3. Showoff.
You counted the doors until you reached the one that held the best escape routes in your opinion : stairs either left or right, and it would just be a hop over for the emergency stairs on the other side of the building. And if push came to shove, you could still jump from the second floor without injuring yourself too much. You slipped a glance at Endeavor, silently hoping that he would offer to get you down if that last eventually was to happen.
You took out a small lockpicking kit from your pocket, and silently got to work.
“I can open that door.” the hero said as he watched you struggling with a particularly sticky pin.
“And get all the Nomus here with the noise ? No thanks.” you huffed as you gently twisted your tools around, hands slippery and shaking.
“Are you really able to do this ?”
“I watched a few videos and so far, it feels like it’s working, so would you just sh- close your mouth and let me focus ?”
Surely, Endeavor wasn’t used to being told to shut up, because from your peripheral vision you saw his mouth hang open for a bit before being closed again. The part of your brain that wasn’t being used to lockpick a door cackled at how you managed to bring down, even a bit, the number one hero.
Finally, with a click that sounded both deafening and definitely not loud enough for all the effort you had put in, the door opened. You kept the pressure on your tool inside the keyhole as you pushed the door wider, jamming your foot inside for good measure.
As you came in the apartment, you spotted what looked like some spare keys on a small table in the entrance, and snatched them before getting your lockpick back.
All lights were out, but as you came into the living room, the telltale red dot at the bottom of the television told you that current was still running. Nice. You were maybe fleeing from a bunch of braindead monstrosities, but you still wanted to get cleaned up from all the dust, and maybe keep your phone charged in case you needed to call for help - even though you had the nation’s best man by your side, and he couldn’t do anything about the Nomus.
You went into the kitchen to check for food, and lucky for you the cupboards were quite full, as well as the refrigerator. That concern being out of your mind, you flopped onto the couch, kicking your shoes off and mumbled.
“I’m going to sleep for a bit.”
And you were dead to the world.
You woke up sluggishly, sky dark outside and an uncomfortable chill preventing you from falling back asleep. You rose on your elbows, taking in the unfamiliar belongings around you, until it all came back to you. The attack, the Nomus, the escape with Endeavor.
Where was he ?!
You looked around, footsteps echoing eerily in the abandoned apartment. After a few instants, you heard the floorboards wince under the pro hero’s weight as he emerged from the hallway, a towel around his neck.
“You’re up.”
“Seems like it. How long did i sleep ?” you asked.
“Wait, did you sleep at all ??”
Endeavor shrugged, looking out the window.
“It’s around midnight now, so you got in a few hours at least. I didn’t, someone had to keep watch.”
Oops, noobie mistake you made of falling asleep in a potentially dangerous place, without even checking with your partner if he was up to guard the place.
“Thanks for staying awake” you said while you smiled at him. He just stared at you in return, ever so slightly quirking a brow, as if saying “What, you know i’m a pro”.
An awkward silence was beginning to settle, so you piped up again.
“I see you found the shower, is it nice ? I might go and take one too, all that dust...”
And you scurried down the hallway Endeavor came from, heading for the open door wafting sweet body wash scents, as well as a copious amount of steam.
Once the door was closed, you started undressing, tossing the tattered clothes to the ground, and then slipped under the shower. Oh, how blissful it was to scrub the dust and dirt away, along with clotted blood from scratches here and there. You relished in the feeling for longer than you usually did, considering it could be the last moment of peace for a long time, and turned off the water. You grabbed a towel and wrapped yourself in it as you tiptoed on the cool tile, hair dripping down and feet leaving shiny footprints in your wake.
It was then that you realized you didn’t have any spare clothes, and you had unceremoniously tossed the only ones you had in a dirty pile on the floor.
“Uhh, Endeavor ?” you chimed while opening the bathroom’s door a bit, poking your head out.
You heard some rustling and he came down the hall, taking up almost all the space to the ceiling.
“Hmm ?” he rumbled as he eyed you - or what he could of you - up and down.
“I don’t have any spare clothes” you blurted out in slight panic, before reining it in “I mean, i noticed you had a fresh set of clothes, did you borrow stuff from this place ?”
“I’ll try to find you something” he said as he walked past you to what seemed like one of the bedrooms. What were the odd chances the people here had clothes to fit both a giant like Endeavor and you ?
It would seem that they didn’t have your size as the pro hero came back and tossed you a bundle of clothes quite unceremoniously, giving you one last glance before heading back to the living room.
You sighed in comfort as the plain, clean white oversized shirt fell onto your skin, slipping on some men’s boxers before pulling through a pair of way-too-long grey sweatpants.
You felt like a kid in some adult’s clothing, but at least you were comfy in them. You looked at the pile of your own clothes, still dirty and now a bit wet, making them muddy. You let out a long sigh as you grabbed them and popped them into the nearby - empty - laundry basket. If you ever wanted out, you needed to have your good clothes ready.
As you headed directly to the kitchen, you saw Endeavor preparing something.
“What are you cooking ?” you asked tentatively, trying to peek around him.
He took a sidestep and revealed a gigantic pot full of instant noodles.
“I didn’t know what you wanted, so i just cooked my part” he explained, and you almost went into a fit of laughter right there.
Holding your belly and breathing deep, trying not to look at his surprised yet mildly unnerved face, you tried to stay as silent as possible before puffing out a short giggle, face red and tears welling up in your eyes.
“I’m sorry - it’s just - so much instant noodles” you took in a breath before continuing in a strained voice, still not over the hilarity of the situation “The number one hero is eating instant noodles” you squeaked out again, clearly losing against the laughter bubbling up in your throat.
Endeavor seemed taken aback by your attitude, looking at his dinner and then back at you, pondering.
“Well, i need to eat a lot.” he deadpanned as you had almost, almost managed to regain composure.
It sent you in another fit of silent hiccups, before you unfolded painfully, tears streaming down your strawberry-red face as you grinned like some sort of madman. You patted him gently on the arm.
“I’m sorry, really, i - i think it’s the stress” you let out another giggle before breathing deep, a smile still stuck on your face “I just found this extremely funny.”
Endeavor eyed you with suspicion, not quite appreciating being laughed at for the good part of two minutes.
“Would you mind adding 2 more packets of noodles to the pot ?” you asked in all seriousness, though stifling a cackle at the word “noodles”.
“I’m going to eat some too.”
He nodded, one of his huge hands reaching for an overhead cupboard and grabbing the food, before quite nimbly tearing the packet open and adding its contents to the bubbling pot.
Once it was ready, Endeavor was going to get some bowls, but you suggested to simply eat from the pot - less dishes, you argued. So you sat around the table, using chopsticks and spoons to fish out the noodles and broth, and even though it was some simple, run the mill instant ramen, at that precise time they tasted like the best thing you’d ever eaten.
You had a good appetite, at least all of your colleagues you had taken out for lunch had said so, but you were no match for the number one hero. You had to surrender your chopsticks long before him, patting your belly in contempt and gaze dreamy.
“So, what’s the plan now ?” he asked as he steadily dug in his portion of noodles.
“We wait.”
A tiny pause in his movement invited you to develop your answer. Not to boast, but in the short amount of time you’d been with him, you had learned how to interpret his signs quite well.
“We wait until the Nomus are gone, or until we find out if there is a safe base with other heroes, somewhere.”
Another quirked eyebrows, blue eyes piercing you.
“Let’s consider this like an occupation. Nomus have invaded the town, and we know that we - as the heroes - don’t have anyone able to outmatch them. Without any hope of rescue in the near future, we hide. Until we know if there are some allies to our cause, somewhere.”
This time, Endeavor truly stopped eating, mouth slightly agape as he stared at you.
“Are you really suggesting waiting this out ? A battle of attrition ? A siege ?”
Disbelief was palpable in his voice, and anger not too far behind. You licked your lips and tucked a strand of almost dry hair behind your ear.
“Look, if they’re not half dumb, the heroes and agencies must have pulled back for a bit, because engaging in a fight against the Nomus right now is hopeless. Heroes would die, and there would be no gain from it. Dead heroes can’t save people, Endeavor.”
You hesitantly laid your hand on his, as if it could help convey your message. He was running quite hot and for some reason, it sent chills down your spine.
“I know you must want to fight, to do what’s right, but we don’t have the means to win this war right now. I could help with that, but we would need several specially picked heroes against just one of the Nomus. And separating the Nomus means having a bigger strategy, and strategy needs time and means. Right now, as far as i know, it’s just you and me. Top hero Endeavor, but definitely not a multitasker, and useless potato sack me.”
Your voice lowered.
“I’m putting everyone at risk by being alive, frankly, you don’t have to protect me. You have a better chance at getting away if you just left me there. If i’d been squashed under rubble, there would be no hunt for my quirk, and everybody would be better off.” you smiled sourly.
“I am not letting you die” you heard a deep voice grumble, and this time it was his hand encasing yours. It was big and calloused and scorching hot, keeping you in place in an iron grip to prevent you from fleeing.
You looked up and met his eyes, a blazing blue contrasted by his fiery beard and sparks around his mustache.
“ What-”
“I am a hero, and i will not let you die” he repeated, his eyes boring into you and rooting you in your chair, sweat breaking out on your back and your breath getting caught in your throat.
You had never seen Endeavor like this, filled with so much rage and determination. At least, not up close. The power bubbling under his skin had you trembling - in fear or excitation, you didn’t know. But you could feel the heat, and see the wisps of his quirk filling up the room and marking it as his territory.
Getting physically closer to someone can lead you to discover things about them... or yourself.
(i don't want to spoil anything but this summary is bad, so it may be subject to changes. The title too can change uefiefizeif)
author’s note
Any feedback is welcome :D
Also thank you to Roseyful for being an inspiring fic companion c:
Art by me
You were one of the many people that came to Vinyl City, and never left. The atmosphere, saturated by sound and melody, was unlike anything you’d seen elsewhere. Alas, you were soon becoming accustomed to it as you worked for the charter of the Cast Tech District. You were a stage technician for the ridiculous amount of hazardous equipment there was in Club Planetarium, and it had been a year or so that you worked for DJ Subatomic Supernova. You didn’t think too much about him, always being one to focus on your work, especially since you had to do some acrobatics more often than not.
It was nearing New Year’s Eve, and NSR had organized a gala, for all their artists and their staff. Tatiana was going to give a speech and even though you didn’t particularly enjoy such formal festivities, you thought you might as well give it a try.
You had gotten out one of your prettier dresses, of a beautiful deep midnight blue color with discreet sparkles and a nice corset. The back wasn’t going down too low, and your décolletage wasn’t too deep either. It was poofy, but not so much you would have trouble fitting into doorways. You assorted it with high heels that you knew you would regret later on, and a few pieces of jewelry. You were all set for the gala.
However, when you arrived at the concert hall and realized you were the only one from Club Planetarium, your mood soured a bit. Feeling uneasy, you decided to grab a cup of champagne as a waiter slithered through the crowd, far too agile for someone holding so many brittle glasses on a platter.
As your gut started to warm from the alcohol, you began to greet the people around you. Making a bit of small talk, listening to someone chat about their work… It wasn’t much, but it was better than staying mute all night. And honestly, the people were pretty nice ! There was a graphic designer that did all the album covers for the NSR artists, who had many delicious stories about the leaders of every district, and without you noticing a big chunk of the evening was gone.
As you were easing your way through the denser crowd to grab on some more food, the lights dimmed suddenly and the music changed from DJ Subatomic Supernova’s theme to Yinu’s piano.
It was time to dance.
You did not have any partner (and didn’t intend to), but as you receded from the dancefloor area that was slowly clearing, you bumped into someone.
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t see you” you mumbled before even looking at who you had collided with.
But then, as you craned your neck to grasp the person’s identity, you were met with a smooth orb glistening with stars.
It was DJ Subatomic Supernova, your boss.
His garb was wildly different from what he was wearing at work, switching the sneakers and hoodie look for a refined shirt and waistcoat, straight pants and shiny leather shoes. His sleeves were rolled, revealing the glowing patterns on his forearms and reflecting into his tie pin. If you had to describe it in one word, it would be stunning.
He extended his hand towards you, asking in a low tone
“Would you like to dance ?”
The crowd was moving around you and the dancers were already taking their place in the middle of the room. All the other NSR artists were there, except for Yinu who was to play the piano. DJ Subatomic Supernova was the last one to go.
So you smiled and grabbed his hand – or should you say his finger – and said
“That would be my pleasure.”
And off you went as he guided you towards the dancefloor, the music picking up as all the couples were finally in position. He placed one hand around your waist and the other engulfed your own. It was impossible for you to put your hand on his shoulder so you settled for his waist too. You took one step at a time, trying to get used to having his body so close to you. Everything about him was huge, but it was jarring how big he was when you were this close. And you had high heels, for goodness’ sake !
As you and DJ Subatomic Supernova were falling into a gentle pace, he leaned towards you and said, under the intimate cover of the dance
“I am most grateful for your presence here at this reception. It would have been a very awkward moment if I had to invite someone else for this dance.”
You laughed, feeling a bit lightheaded. Maybe it was because you were spinning, maybe it was because of the champagne, or maybe because of DJ’s hold on your body that was growing increasingly hard to ignore.
“I’m glad I could be of some use to you. To be fair, I didn’t have that much company during the night either.”
DJ made you spin in his arms, your dress fluttering around your legs and catching the dim lights of the dancefloor. You almost fell, but his large hands caught you and you were dancing again, as if nothing had happened.
“That dress suits you well.”
You breathed in a little harder, chest heaving in your corset as your heart pumped from the rush of adrenalin. DJ Subatomic Supernova’s scent was something you never had noticed before, but now it was permeating all your senses. Something light and floral, maybe a little cold, with richer undertones akin to musk.
“You look like a different person in this waistcoat, it’s… really nice.”
His fingers were grazing your naked back, sending jolts down your spine. Your breathing had calmed down, but your heart was still beating in staccato, in rhythm with Yinu’s piano.
“Well, it is enjoyable to know that my appearance fits your tastes.” DJ rumbled as you both took another step and swirled around the dancefloor.
Your throat went a bit dry. How sweet his words were, barely disguised under his formal elocution, wafting in the darkness to reach your ears. How his tone kept you on your toes in expectation, a deep murmur unperceivable to anyone beside you two. How intimate it felt having him so close, exchanging pleasantries under the cover of dancing.
You looked at him, taking a step back to appreciate his height, only to get pulled flush with him once more.
You huffed.
“It’s hard to look at you when you’re so tall.”
“That may be because you are so small.” he replied with a cheeky tone, his hand pressing just a bit harder on yours.
Feeling braver for some unknown reason, you retorted
“I’m wearing heels, you know.”
He chuckled.
“I have taken notice of that, yes.”
His teasing demeanor was spurring you to answer his piques.
“There is such a thing as too big, DJ.”
You spun once more before he caught you again and bent over you, your back arching in his arms and his orb getting so close to your face.
“I beg to differ.”
And there was no way you were imagining how he purred that while his face was a breath away from yours, your skin hot and tingling. You were at his mercy, bent under him, and while you had this realization images flashed in front of your eyes. Him, towering ominously over you, without his waistcoat or his shirt. His hands roaming your body and leaving it ablaze. His deep voice whispering oh so sweet nothings in your ear as you gave in to him…
But your fantasy melted away as he straightened up and let you go, the atmosphere that had built up between the two of you fading as the lights shone strong once again. DJ Subatomic Supernova adjusted his tie, surprisingly nimble with those big fingers of his, and turned towards you again.
“It was very agreeable to dance with you tonight. I hope you will have a pleasant evening.”
You forced a smile out, hoping your cheeks weren’t too red or your bosom too flushed.
“It was indeed a delightful dance, and I hope you will enjoy the rest of your night.”
You then parted ways with him, and soon enough the gala was over; Tatiana declaimed her speech with her usual verve, and you went back to your home.
You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol taking its toll on you or what had transpired during your waltz with your boss, but as you tossed and turned in your bed your mind was replaying over and over again the words he had addressed your way. Your mind swirled, dizzying, and it almost felt like you were still in his embrace.
Oh my god I found your tumblr,,, Hi I read all your NSR DJSS writings and I fucking love them and I can’t wait to read more!!!! Thank you for writing such good shit with the man!!
Wow thank you !! It makes me really happy that you enjoy my writing :D
Crossed orbits, may we meet (DJSS x Reader) Part 1
summary
First impressions are the most important, and they tend to stick for a while.
You don't like DJ Subatomic Supernova, your boss. It would even be fair to say you hate his guts. But something happens down the line that makes you... reconsider.
author’s note
Now that i've gotten all the smut out of my system for a bit, welcome to SLOW BURN.
Art by me
It was only your first week of working at the Planetarium, and you hated him. His superior attitude, the way he deemed you stupid and inferior to him, his annoying demands… You were patient, but this guy was rubbing you the wrong way.
And you weren’t even doing a job that required constant interaction with him. You were a technician for his set, so most of the time you just fixed whatever broke, because the Planetarium was old and had been put together as a night club a bit hastily. But DJ Subatomic Supernova – what a pompous name, you thought – also had very specific demands concerning the way his stage was set, and those were the times you had to bear with him.
Rearranging the number of planets for his shows was a thing, but when he asked you again to change the axis of one of them because, quote : “It isn’t accurate to the real one, that’s why”, you were getting a bit pissed. You were here to make sure the place ran smoothly without any of the stage apparatus falling down and flattening someone like a pancake, not babysitting a big… manchild !
You didn’t like to stand out, but your irritation was getting the best of you.
On the first days, you tested the waters by asking your coworkers if your boss was always like this.
“Yeah, you’ll get used to it. Or you could always quit, that has happened too.”
“I kinda need to eat though” you said sheepishly.
“I can understand that” they laughed, and went back to work.
As time went by, DJ Subatomic Supernova began to really get under your skin, and more often than not you started voicing your discontent by mimicking his lines with a high-pitched voice.
By the end of the month, you were openly stating that you hated his guts, sometimes even within his ear range. A part of you wanted him to know how much he annoyed you, so that maybe, maybe he would change a bit.
But of course, he didn’t.
So each day you went to work, angrier and angrier, your coworkers gradually receding from you as you revealed your true colors. Also, you had a belt full of heavy tools and they didn’t want you to use those on any of them as an outlet for your rage.
Your opinion of DJ Subatomic Supernova was now pretty much cemented into “unredeemable asshole” when something happened that made you reconsider a bit.
It was after two rockers had crashed the show and booted your boss out of his place.
The crew didn’t know what to do. The scene was full of debris and most of the equipment was now unusable, even the planets you had so painstakingly adjusted were shattered to bits. Huge gashes marred the screens on the walls, and a chunk of the roof was gone. And more importantly, the district wasn’t NSR’s anymore.
So you waited, and waited as DJ Subatomic Supernova’s assistant tried to contact him, before telling you to stay put until she found him.
He was in a pitiful state when she brought him back. Clothes torn and tattered, his orb cracked, something black and gooey dripping from it onto his chest. He didn’t have the bravado and stature he had before, even if it was discrete. His shoulders drooped slightly, he didn’t puff out his chest as much, if you had to put it in words, he was dimmer. A star that had lost his light.
And for once, you stopped considering him like an annoyance, but like a person. A person that, despite his attitude, had hopes, dreams, aspirations, and could be broken. And truly, seeing him like this made your heart ache a bit.
Once he was back on stage, even though Bunk Bed Junction fans were booing him, he took an instant to look around. He took in the stage, the ceiling, the screens… and the people. You saw him stare at each and every person, and sometimes bending towards his assistant, asking them for something. Then, he straightened a bit and cleared his throat.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am truly sorry to announce that our nightly occurrence ends today. I am glad to see that none of you were harmed during the battle that took place earlier, and I would like to apologize for putting you all in danger.”
You shared a look with your colleagues.
You were up in the stage lights when the battle had started, so you couldn’t get down. Since you were situated so high, you were perhaps the one that saw the altercation the best. And truly, when DJ Subatomic Supernova’s orb had cracked and the black hole had appeared… You were glad your harness was securely attached to the sturdy steel frame holding the projectors. It was a miracle nobody got caught up in that.
“I would also like to thank all of you for your work here at the Planetarium, and would like to assure you I appreciated everyone’s company during this ballad through space. I hope we can meet again in the future, but for now it is farewell, my friends.”
You could only stare a bit dumbfounded when you heard him pronounce those words. The arrogant DJ Subatomic Supernova, showing respect and thankfulness ?? But at the same time, it sounded honest. It sounded heartfelt, and it stung even more. Despite all the jests, the degrading names… you felt like a door had opened from him to you, a path to understanding, unhindered by social etiquette.
And that made you reflect on your own attitude. Maybe you took everything a bit too literally. Maybe he was just acting as his persona, and didn’t mean the nicknames he gave you and all the others. While you thought that his defeat wouldn’t affect you that much, you found yourself being truly, sincerely sad for him. Empathetic. Because you had misjudged him all this time and been an awful person behind his back. Maybe you were the pompous asshole after all.
You were lost in thought when one of your colleagues, an older guy that was appreciated by everyone, gently tapped your back.
“C’mon, it’s time to go.”
You raised your head, casting one last look towards your boss, and shuffled away with the rest of the crew.
That night, it rained on the Cast Tech district. Big, heavy drops that raced down the windows and drenched everything in grey and cold.
You thought about the open roof of the club and the damage that would cause, even though it should be none of your problem now.
You thought about your coworkers, and how they would react, even though you wouldn’t see them the next day.
You thought about how your heart felt like it was torn open like the Planetarium and emotions were gushing through, that you wanted it or not.
You couldn’t stop thinking about DJ Subatomic Supernova.
What is now considered a normal part of Vinyl City wasn't always there, and you were part of the generation that saw object heads come to life.
With every new thing comes the possibility of fear and rejection, and you were caught right into it.
You never had the guts to come out as an OH lover, complacently hiding under a facade, until he made a move. But still then... will you tell him ?
author’s note
Hi there !
There is dubious consent, slight OOC-ness for DJ (in my opinion), and a whole lot of feelings.
Hope you enjoy !
Also double the smut because i'm a SIMP.
Art by me
Vinyl City wasn’t always the cosmopolitan metropolis of music you knew. When you were younger, there was a time where all the strange and stranger people you paid no mind to now were a novelty. And with difference came fear.
You were in high school when new faces started attending classes, and one of them struck you more than others. Well, because he didn’t have a face per se. A giant by human standards, he had wide shoulders, immense hands and a globe floating above his neck.
And that’s when you started noticing what was wrong with the world.
You were part of a group of friends, and the guy – nicknamed DJ – had no trouble making himself a place in it. He was passionate, quite a good talker and student, maybe a little “too much” sometimes but it wasn’t a big deal. What became a big deal was when your friends talked about it – what a lot of hormone-frenzied teenagers talk about – sex.
Pictures, videos… you’d seen a few here and there, and thought nothing special of them until then. See, the arrival of “OH” citizens, standing for “object head”, had led this particular market to span a new arm, leg, whatever you wanted to call it. Object heads were becoming a kink, something out of the norm, akin to interracial but on some bizarre, alien-esque level.
And when your friends started to talk about it in this very way, you realized maybe your attraction wasn’t as straightforward for everybody as you thought it would be, and thus it made it very difficult to admit it to anyone. In an effort to stick with the group, you laughed at your friends’ jokes and manifested interest in what they’d call “regular sex”.
Despite DJ being quite integrated in your little clique, it was when these conversations started that you felt him drift away, maybe isolating himself to not get hurt. And that’s also when it hurt the most to lie to your friends, the words and laughs tasting so bitter in your mouth you’d want to retch. Your heart was screaming to go for him, to tell your friends that you didn’t find OH weird, or repulsing, but then reason toned everything down with fear. Fear of rejection, of losing your friends, of being laughed at, of being different. It was a lonely road to walk, and you didn’t have the courage to take that path just yet.
As weeks and weeks went by, your conflicting feelings only grew in intensity as you kept them hidden. At last, it was the end of your last year and the start of something new, called adult life. Not that you or any of your friends knew what it really meant, and those concerns were pushed back for another day as they suggested you went to a karaoke to celebrate your graduation.
So you and your friends stuffed yourselves in the tiny karaoke room, ordering more drinks and food that could fit onto the table, and proceeded to sing until your voice cracked. At least, most of your friends did. You, on the other hand, drank your beer while chatting with the people next to you. And lucky you were, because DJ was right next to you, looking comically big in the small room.
You were starting to get a bit tipsy, not handling alcohol as well as you’d hoped… But then again, you were feeling more daring than usual. You had scooted over a bit more towards DJ, your knees touching and you almost didn’t care if your friends saw you getting all intimate with an OH.
You were lost into staring at his orb when you caught a glimpse of the conversation in front of you. Your friends were discussing the latest news – a music star that openly stated she went out with an OH – and that had caused quite a bit of ruckus. The guy didn’t have a face – that was the whole point of object heads – and had a big television screen instead. Couldn’t blame her for falling for his looks, right ?
“How can they even kiss ??? I wouldn’t consider dating someone I can’t kiss, y’know ?” you heard one of your friends slur from the other side of the table.
“Dude, what about going down on someone ? They’re missing out big time !” a girl continued, making some obscene gestures with her hands.
This made you more pissed off and bold you’d ever felt.
“Hey guys, watch me !” you shot at them.
As their gazes went towards you, you pushed DJ’s chest and made him fall onto the couch. You promptly climbed onto him, grabbed his face and kissed him.
You didn’t expect anything other than proving to your dumb friends how it could be done, but you were surprised to feel something.
A tingle on your lips, spreading from the contact point where they met the smooth sphere. A tugging feeling when you backed away, as if he didn’t want you to let go, yet. Things you didn’t get enough time to dwell on as you pulled away and looked at your friends quite triumphantly.
“See ? Easy peasy !”
“Girllll you’re crazy !!! Going and kissing DJ out of nowhere !!” they laughed, and started telling your adventure to the people who were singing and missed on the action.
You slipped a glance at DJ, who just sat back up and didn’t utter a thing, a big smooch mark visible on his orb and for some reason, this made need flare in your gut. Just play it cool, you’re drunk, a kiss is nothing – you kept saying that to yourself. And downed more beers to hide how embarrassed you were.
At the end of the night, the group disbanded and your drunk self was left to get back home alone. Until strong hands helped you walk straight, and as you raised your head you saw DJ next to you.
“What are you doinnng ?” you slurred, tongue feeling numb inside your mouth.
“You’re too drunk to walk all the way home” he simply stated.
“My home’s closer, I’ll bring you there for the night” he then said, maybe a little lower.
“Righhhht !” you said enthusiastically “Where is it ?”
“Cast Tech District” he muttered in a breath.
That was the same district as the karaoke bar you were, so it would indeed be a closer walk than your place. Not that you had enough brainpower to process that at the moment.
As you stumbled inside his place, he helped you sit on his couch and closed the door.
You slumped down and closed your eyes, trying to get the dizziness out of your system, but to no avail.
“…’re …..y ..n. …”
“What ?” you mumbled, unable to make out words from what he said, cracking your eyes open again as if it would help you hear better.
“You’re really drunk, aren’t you ?”
DJ was sitting next to you and as soon as the words were out in the air, he dived in and kissed you.
His large hands on your cheeks, keeping your face steady as his orb pressed onto your lips, sending the tingling sensation all over them. You couldn’t figure out what was happening, so you just sat there. He broke the embrace time and time again, the feeling like he was sucking at your lips, only to kiss you again an instant later. There was a fog in your mind that you couldn’t hope to get rid of anytime soon.
“Wha—” you started
“Is this why you kissed me ? To feel what an OH would be like ?”
There was no way you could answer that. This whole time you had been lying to everybody, maintaining a facade… And in front of the person you wanted to tell the most, you just couldn’t.
“Hehe, it actually feels pretty good y’know ??” you said with a laugh as DJ hoisted you from the couch and walked towards his room. He was so tall you almost had vertigo when you looked down from where he was holding you.
“An OH isn’t too bad— oof!” you were dropped onto his huge bed into the soft, deep purple covers.
You rested your head on the plush material, eyes wanting to close, until you felt hands grabbing at your waistband.
“Hey, what are you doin’ ?” you mumbled while sitting up as best you could.
DJ’s thick fingers were nimbly unbuttoning your pants, he yanked them down and tossed them away. Sleep was promptly pushed to the back of your mind as you scrambled to try and cover yourself, but to no avail. Your body wasn’t responding correctly, and all he had to do was swat your weak hands away.
“Let me show you how we object head do things”
This cut into your heart more than anything else you’d heard. There was so much bitterness in his tone, barely hidden.
And that’s when your panties went off.
DJ grabbed your butt with his hands and pulled you to the edge of the bed where he was kneeling, and boy had you dreamed of seeing him like this under you. He was still towering over you and that made your gut twist in expectation.
He slowly pried your clamped thighs open and you hid your face behind your arm, unable to look at him while your core was fully exposed to his view. Maybe you felt a breath, maybe you felt a slight tingle, but it could have all been your imagination, your expectation of him.
When he touched you, down there, you couldn’t repress the moan that slipped through your lips.
It was like nothing you’d ever experienced, like a soft buzzing and tingling coming from the contact point between his orb and your clit, and the sucking… Each stroke of his, or whatever it was called, dragged a cry out of you as you writhed on the bed. It was just too intense, too good, the fire in your belly reaching higher and higher.
DJ kept your hips still with a bruising grip as he ate you out, your back arching desperately into his touch. At some point, you felt one of his huge fingers spread your lips apart and dip slightly into you. The stretch was almost too much, but it felt so good.
How many times had you fantasized about him doing all of this to you ? You wished you could tell him, but only venom came out of your mouth.
“Wow, I guess I can see a perk to having an OH partner now, hah” you were breathless, but you couldn’t help trying to keep that wall up, to have the lie go on just a bit longer.
Pathetic. You were pathetic and you wanted to cry as your words assuredly carved even deeper gouges into DJ’s heart.
But he didn’t stop and soon enough you cried out as you came around his finger, hand fisting the sheets and body tensing as you rode out your orgasm, until the stimulation from his orb became too much.
“Fuck…” you breathed out as he dropped you down onto the mattress, unable to move a limb.
That had been absolutely intense and you felt thoroughly spent.
When you opened your eyes again, you saw DJ looming over you, his cock in one hand and spreading your legs apart with the other. His shadow covered your naked, sweaty body and the light coming from behind him gave him an ethereal aspect, rays making his slick-covered orb glint in the darkness.
“If you don’t tell me to stop, you’re about to get fucked by an OH”
And there was no way you could tell him to stop.
He pushed the head of his cock inside of you and it was so much bigger than what you expected. His finger already felt like an average dick, so what did you think his actual cock would be like ? He was stretching you open, inch by inch, as you laid beneath him.
It hurt like hell, but it was also everything you wanted and you couldn’t push him away. Tears were spilling out from your eyes, under your arm you covered your face with, as you hid the sobs and spasms wrecking your body. When he was finally fully sheathed inside of you, you heard him say
“Are you okay ?”
…
“You should’ve told me to stop…”
…
“Or maybe are you pitying me ?”
You couldn’t say a thing as he drew his conclusions for himself.
“I’ll start to move, alright ?” his tone was soft, fragile even. You hated it, you wanted to tell him you liked this, that you liked him, but you lacked the resolve.
And he did move, slowly, gently, his huge cock pulling out of you and pushing back in again in a rhythmic manner. While it did hurt at first, heat was now coiling in your gut at each of his movements and obscene sounds were coming from where you were joined.
You still couldn’t look at him, even though he was buried deep inside of you, warmth flaring from the unique contact point between your bodies.
He continued going slowly for you, even as you could feel his arms tremble from the self-restraint and his discrete, contained moans.
You wanted to tell him to go all out, that you were enjoying this, but how could you after lying your way there ? Once again, your words turned sour on your tongue.
“You can go harder you know, I’m not gonna break” you said with a dopey smile, hoping he could cast that upon your drunkenness.
He paused for a bit, and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. You could almost come from that alone, along with his shortness of breath and the weight of his arms digging into the mattress all around you. He was so fucking huge after all, and that was what you liked. Call it a kink or whatever, but you had no problem with object heads and that’s what got you into that situation.
And you came right when he pulled back and slammed into you. Your body arched and tensed under him as he continued plowing inside of you, riding out your orgasm, crossing the threshold of sensitivity and getting you ready for yet another high.
You wanted to hold him, to call his name, but you couldn’t. So you pressed your arm against your eyes harder and grabbed the sheets until your knuckles turned white, and came again before he even did once.
As you tightened around him, you heard him strangle a grunt and felt something hot spill inside of you, through the condom. You almost wished he didn’t wear one, so he could mark you as his and maybe, maybe then you’d have the courage of admitting your feelings to him.
You were coming down from you third climax when he pulled out and removed the rubber, tying it in a knot to prevent its content from going everywhere.
How beautiful you looked, spread out on his bed and looking absolutely worn and sated, he thought, something akin to melancholy reflecting into his orb.
“Hey, are you alright ?” he started, but you feigned being asleep to avoid the conversation. You weren’t brave enough, after all.
So you laid still and awkward as he gently cleaned you up, muttering excuses as he was doing so. He dressed you up carefully with a shirt of his, shimmied you inside some boxers and tucked you in his own bed.
And while you were waiting for true sleep to come, DJ’s sniffling and sobbing coming from the couch went on for what felt like an eternity.
The next morning, you woke up and dressed at best you could, trying to ignore all that had happened the previous night. Your legs felt weak and there was a dull ache in your core that reminded you of what had transpired a few hours ago.
“Oh, hi, you’re up” a deep voice resounded in your back, making you jump.
“Oh, DJ !! Hi !! Didn’t see you there !” you forced out with a smile, a laugh, anything to mask the dread and awkwardness lurking inside of you.
He began to say something, but you cut him off with an excuse and bolted out the door, making up something about having an important lunch with your mom.
“But, about last night…” he persisted
“Last night ? What happened ?? I don’t remember a thing, sorry haha ! Must’ve been too drunk !” you replied probably too quickly for it to seem sincere, but panic was getting to you.
“I’ll call you when I get home, ok ?” you said as you were getting farther away from him, the ache in your chest growing stronger as all you wanted was to hold him close and tell him that everything was a lie. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
And when the evening came, you wanted to send him a message, to tell him you were sorry, that you wanted to spend time with him… That was when you realized how cruel you had been. How pained he must have been when you pretended you didn’t remember a thing. How he muttered that he meant last night under his breath as you were busy fleeing. How he stood there, struck and hurt, uttering an ultimate “I’m sorry” just loud enough for you to hear.
A few years later, progress had been made concerning the acceptance of object heads, and you were finally making your coming-out as an OH-lover. If that’s what going to an OH bar for the first time meant, at least.
You were facing the door, still pondering if it was a good idea, and you were about to go back home when the bar opened and someone dragged you inside.
“Hiii sweetheart, don’t be shy !” a robot with a weird hairdo said as he brought you up to the bar.
A tall man with a screen for a face and a fur-collared coat was cleaning a glass.
“What would you like to drink, ma’am ?”
“Uhh… I can’t really hold my liquor, so something soft” you responded, feeling uneasy.
“You know this is a bar, right ?” another robot chimed in, with a different accent color and hairstyle.
“Stop bothering her, TenTen” this time, it was a girl with orange skin and a big grin that sat next to you.
“So, why are you here for ?”
“Uhh, well, I…” why was it so hard to say, still ?
“You’re here for the OH ?” a green robot interrupted.
“For the object heads ?” a red one continued.
“For the weirdos like us ?” a white robot perpetuated.
“TenTen, stop it” the barman grumbled out, exasperation palpable in his voice.
The five robots saluted immediately and went to bother other patrons.
“Wait, didn’t you call the yellow one TenTen too ?” you asked the girl next to you, a bit puzzled.
“Oh yeah, they’re all TenTen” she grinned.
“They’re… all… TenTen ???” you repeated dumbly.
“Yup, you get one, you get the five of them. Like a group discount or something. Definitely not a match for everyone” she sighed.
This comforted you a bit. If a group of five male robots could look for a partner, maybe you wouldn’t look so out of place either.
“So ya didn’t tell me, what’re you looking for here ?”
You told this girl your story, as well as the ever silent barman that lent an ear to it whenever he wasn’t preparing drinks. At the end, she was almost crying and you had to stop her from hugging you in a bone-crushing embrace.
“And you didn’t tell him ??? That’s so saaaaaaaaad” she bawled as you sipped on your drink.
“Yeah… that’s… what happened…” you felt awkward, but it was so liberating to tell it to someone. Even though you definitely were the one at fault there.
“So you’re looking for a big guy, right ?” a voice on your other side asked, and as you turned around you saw a huge figure bent over the bar, its head hidden by the hood of a sweater.
“Oh, yeah, I guess…” you said hesitantly.
“How about I make you forget about that guy from your story tonight ?” the deep voice continued, sending shivers through you. Why did it felt like you knew this voice, this way of speaking ?
“Thank you but… I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. I still have feeling for that guy and—” tears started welling up so you stopped talking and wiped them away. Why did you always want to cry when talking about him ? It was already a few years ago, so why was the pain still ever present…
“Hmm ? I didn’t hear that quite right” the man next to you said, and as you turned to look at him, he took off his hood and revealed his head – a smooth orb holding a galaxy inside of it.
“Could you repeat it ?”
You could hear the grin in his voice and your breath caught in your throat because, by the stars, that was DJ. Looming over you from his impossible height and resting his head on one of his huge hands, he was staring at you as you had inadvertently confessed to him after all those years.
Your face flushed red and you babbled an excuse as you hid your face and turned away from him, but he caught you in his embrace and next thing you knew, the whole bar was cheering for you, the orange girl being the loudest.
What a coincidence it was that, after being a closeted OH-lover for so many years, you found your high school crush in a bar and that he would still harbor some feelings for you.
He now went by the name “DJ Subatomic Supernova”, and that night you also went back to his place a bit drunk, a bit giddy, something hot twirling in your heart and burning in your gut.
You couldn’t keep your hands off from each other as soon as you passed the threshold to his apartment. It was dark and you kept stumbling onto things, but he held you, grabbed you, pressed you onto his chest, closer.
Your lips met his orb and after a few heated kisses, he went down your neck, leaving what felt like hickeys as his hands stroked your sides gently, slowly. You grabbed his jacket and ushered him out of it as he slipped his hands under your top, dancing around your belly and leaving embers in his wake. The garment was discarded on the floor and so was your shirt, revealing yet another undergarment.
It was promptly added to the mess on the floor and then you felt DJ’s hands fondling your breasts, that felt so, so tiny in comparison to his fingers. He could probably wrap his hands around your torso and lift you up like a doll if he wanted, and the thought only sparked more want inside of you.
Step after step, he guided you inside his place until the back of your knees hit his bed and you fell onto it, staring at the giant above you. If the fall hadn’t already knocked most of the air out of your lungs, you would have been breathless because of how good DJ looked. His ceiling was covered in dim stars, casting a timid light upon him and accentuating his height, the changing colors of his orb, the details of his hands.
You stared at him for a bit as he stood there, also drinking your half-naked sight splayed out onto his bed, then scooted back on the mattress to give him some space. As he didn’t seem to come, you held out your arms towards him, enticing him towards you, and he did.
The bed dipped as he laid a knee on it, his huge arms on each side of your head as he grew closer to you, then sat back up as he removed his shirt. He wrapped his arms around his waist and tugged the tight garment up, up, putting on a delicious show for you to watch.
You had never seen him shirtless, and boy was that a thing to look at. His skin was deep and dark, purple like the night skies with only a few tinges of stars here and there, like adorable moles. The dim light suggested more than showed his firm pecs and broad shoulders, and you could feel heat pooling between your legs already.
You scrambled to your feet and unfastened his pants, yanking them down to reveal a big bulge inside of his boxers.
“You’re okay with that ?” he asked softly, seemingly hesitant.
“I’ve always wanted to do this”
And that was the truth. Ever since your first encounter, you had wanted to reciprocate the attention, the affection.
While you were palming him through his briefs, you felt his nimble fingers work your own pants out of the way. You sensed his hesitation though, when he went about the waistband of your panties, circling his thumb around your hipbone.
“Let me show you something” you said as you stood up on the bed, not even being taller than him on his knees.
You bent and slowly pulled your panties off, strings of slick connected to the garment, as you showed him how much you wanted him in the dim, dark light of his apartment. The soft glow of the stars reflected off your thighs as you stood there, fully naked, in front of DJ. You felt like some sort of goddess with him kneeling reverently in front of you, his member straining the fabric of his underwear.
But soon the fleeting moment was over as passion took the reins again.
DJ all but ripped away his boxers and grabbed your hips, making you straddle him. From there, you could see closely how big his cock was, hard and throbbing and leaking a bit. It rested heavily onto your belly and you craned your neck to look at DJ.
His fingers dug into your soft thighs as he rested his orb against your forehead.
“You think you can do without foreplay ? I don’t think I can hold on much longer” he said breathlessly, his deep voice echoing through his chest.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting this too” you answered unceremoniously, all concerns out of the window as you lifted your hips to match his tip to your entrance.
He helped you position yourself, and as you were about to sink onto him, he held your hips still.
“Wait. Rubber.”
“Don’t care” you breathed out, grabbing his neck and pulling him in for a kiss as you finally, finally felt him push inside of you.
God he was big, even more so without any prep on your side, but feeling him slowly impale you on his cock was exhilarating. You lost yourself in his kisses as he pushed your body steadily down, down on him, until your hips met and you sucked in a much needed breath.
You rested for a bit, both panting and grabbing at each other like an anchor in the storm, craving more contact and friction than ever.
DJ wrapped his hands around you and began moving slowly, ever so slowly, turning your insides to hot mush with every stroke of his dick.
“DJ… DJ…” you moaned out, unable to form any coherent thought already.
“What is it, starshine ?” he rumbled out, still keeping at his torturing slow pace.
You could feel every detail of his shaft going through you, the way your walls grabbed onto him as he pulled out and gave in when he pushed back inside. How slick was pouring out of your stuffed hole and onto your thighs and his, how obscene sounds echoed in between pants and soft cries as your hips met again and again.
“Please, go harder” you begged.
The heat in your gut was unbearable, steadily rising but not enough for you. You would’ve loved to drag this out but you needed him, all of him, at once.
“How about you show me, then ?” he grinned as he laid down onto the bed, his hands resting on your thighs but his hips slowing down to a halt.
You repressed a whimper and started moving yourself, thighs trembling at each up and down, hands grabbing at the covers for purchase.
It wasn’t that fast at first, but soon you picked up speed as he helped lift you up from his cock. He hit you deep every time and your moans grew louder as the slap of skin on skin increased rhythmically. You could feel you were both getting close, your muscles tightening and trembling, his hands gripping you a bit harder, leaving dents in your flesh.
You were teetering on the edge, breath short and sweat making your bodies slick and sticky, when he grabbed you in a tight embrace, nuzzling his head into your neck and leaving a few kisses there.
“What—” you didn’t finish.
His hips rolled into yours and you felt him rock you on his cock, his pubes giving your engorged clit just the right amount of friction to send you over the edge. You tightened around him, nails raking down his back as he continued rocking through your climax, one time, two times, three times and it was his turn to spill.
He sucked on your neck harder, strangling a moan as you felt his hot cum pour inside of you, filling you up and dripping out of you. A shudder coursed through you as you saw the mess you were, white onto dark, fluids leaking all over and his girth still buried inside of you.
You felt him shift a bit after a while, still not separating your joint bodies.
“Again ?” you asked timidly, not sure how he would take it.
“The night is still young, I suppose I could do that” he said while slowly pushing your back into the mattress, spreading your numb thighs once more.
And while it was still dark out, you did it time and time again until the Milky Way was etched onto his purple bedsheets and your body was deliciously marked all over by DJ.
You find a precious belonging and show it to your boyfriend, DJ Subatomic Supernova.
author’s note
I don’t often write fluff, but here is some.
Art is by @YingWasHere on Twitter !
It had been a few months since you started dating DJ Subatomic Supernova. You were on a day off, and so was he.
You barged in his personal living quarters, situated on top of the Planetarium.
“DJ !! Guess what I found today !!” you exclaimed loudly, unable to contain your excitement.
Your boyfriend looked mildly unsettled, earphones drooping from his head as he slouched back again in the couch.
“I don’t know, entertain me” he said with his casual tone as he closed his book.
You practically shoved your find in his face.
“It’s the MP3 player I used when I was younger !! It’s got all the songs I used to listen to when I was in the subway” you couldn’t help the grin on your face.
DJ Subatomic Supernova seemed to soften at your words, and patted his lap.
“Come here, show me”
You climbed onto him and brought the player closer. It looked like nothing, it had probably inaccurate audio rendering, the storage was so tiny compared to what was produced now – especially in the Cast Tech district – but it was filled with memories.
You plugged DJ’s headphones in and started the device.
“Hmm, it doesn’t have a display, let me hear what’s playing now” you said as you got your ear closer to one of the headphone shells. DJ steadied you with his hands, afraid you might fall off from him.
“I heard a voice state how much battery was left”
“Oh yeah, it does that on startup, I remember ! There’s no display, so it uses text to speech to tell the battery, and the song names too !” you said enthusiastically.
Even if it didn’t quite show, DJ was smiling at seeing so engrossed in this. He was also quite curious about your music tastes, especially during the turbulent period of adolescence.
As you listened to the small amount of music filtering through the headphones, you fiddled with the player. Each time you recognized a song, you told what it was to your boyfriend as he nodded to the rhythm. Sometimes you couldn’t get the name, so you shook the player to get the voice to tell you.
The first time, DJ had been absolutely puzzled at what strange, garbled sound had reached his ears. You had laughed it off while saying that it was technology from 10 years ago. Even though it was really bad, it was about understandable enough to jog your memories of the song title.
“Why are you turning and shaking the player though ?” DJ Subatomic Supernova couldn’t help but ask.
With a glint in your eye, you explained.
“This player is special. See, it only has one button on the top. You have to turn it to change what the button does, it uses an accelerometer.”
You showed the different motions to your boyfriend, as well as how shakes could change the mode.
“Such a simplistic device… But you seem to have very fond memories of it, so I will deem it acceptable” he said as he tried holding the tiny player in his huge hands.
“You know, even now I really like the idea behind this. Simple to use, straight to its purpose : to listen to music. Small enough to put in a pocket, discrete, and you can use it without looking at it.”
You sighed while looking at the small lump in your hand.
“Now, with smartphones, MP3s kinda disappeared and it’s a bit sad. Well, except for high-quality audio players, but all the bells and whistles of those devices aren’t for regular consumers. This was really cool because I could just listen to music, no other thing to worry about. Not like a phone, you see ?”
“I see, I see” he hummed while gently patting your head.
“I feel like I don’t listen as often to music now that I have other distractions. There are so many strong feelings and memories coming back now that I listen to this, like it’s a time capsule.”
“It seems like it was a very prominent part of your life at some point, but worry not, sunshine. You can make many more memories with music and I.” DJ said softly.
You spent your afternoon cuddling with DJ while listening to the songs that belonged to a past self. As night slowly fell, he noticed you were asleep on his chest, breathing slowly. He had been pretty absorbed in mentally noting what type of songs you liked, so he didn’t notice it right away.
He gently removed his headphones as the songs continued buzzing away in them and grabbed a soft comforter from the couch and covered you with it.
You were so cute when you were passionate about something, he thought to himself as torpor took ahold of him.
You are a long-time fan of DJ Subatomic Supernova, and it's nothing but routine when you get to yet another one of his concerts. Only, this time, the stars seem to have aligned for something more to happen.
author’s note
Feedbacks are welcome, this is only my *checks* third smut.
Art by me
You were once again walking down the alley, or should you say trench, between the shadowed, dancing bodies, towards DJ Subatomic Supernova’s stage.
You were a big fan since his debut at NSR, and you’ve always assisted to his parties. You were well-known by the staff by now, since you’ve always bought the privilege pass to get to talk with your idol. They glanced at one another through their tainted glasses – how could they see anything in the dim atmosphere of the club ? – and let you through to the VIP area.
The absolute unit of a man was lounging in his throne, legs crossed and not looking in your general direction. As you climbed the steps towards his stage, one of his bodyguards made him a quick sign. He then spun in his seat to face you, and your legs felt a bit less assured than they were before in presence of his staff. He always had this effect on you.
“You again !” he exclaimed in his deep, rich voice.
“Hi there, DJ Subatomic Supernova !” you cheered, making his trademark sign – holding his headphones with one hand and vibing with the other one.
His posture seemed to relax, you were an old fan of his and had proven to be respectful of him as an artist and performer, despite the VIP pass and superficial intimacy of being able to talk with him.
“Stars and suns, you really do come to every one of my concerts ! And with a privilege pass each and every time !”
“You know I really enjoy the atmosphere of your club, DJ, and your music too.” You hugged your body through your DJ SS merch, a large hoodie resembling his.
“The darkness, the stars, the deep bassy music and synths… It makes me feel out there, in a way nothing else has.”
He sighed.
“I’m really glad you enjoy my work this much, but…” he said your name in a lower tone, sending chills down your spine.
“You should stop buying that pass, we’ve long run out of things to talk about.”
You trembled, something heavy forming in your gut now that what you had expected to happen at some point was unfurling right in front of you.
“But I still want to learn more about… you” you muttered, looking down to your shoes. They weren’t official merch, no one had made any, but you had scoured the net for the pair that looked the most like his.
He didn’t say anything. The diffuse, bassy tune was still slightly shaking the place, lights shimmering around and darkness swallowing whatever was happening on the dancefloor below.
It wasn’t silence, but it was as close as you were going to get in his club. The spacy melody gave you goosebumps as it dropped to one of your favorite parts, hair raising on the back of your neck and a delightful shiver coursing through you like electricity. That was the power his music had on you.
You heard him hum to catch your attention, his rich voice reverberating through his massive chest like a space thrum. When you raised your sight to his, he motioned for you to come forth with his massive hand.
You had always kept a respectful distance with him, and your legs trembled when he asked you to pass that threshold. Into his personal space, very, very near to his seat, very near to him.
You stopped when you arrived in front of his huge form, sprawled on his couch and still towering above you.
“In what way do you want to know more about me ?”
What he had asked you, he had meant only for your ears. You were on his stage, open to the gaze of any of the partygoers, but it felt like such an intimate bubble. So close to him, his aura radiating from his mass almost dragging you towards him.
The words got stuck in your throat, you fumbled with your hands, getting all sweaty, you clenched your thighs because of how his mere words had lit a fire inside of you.
He chuckled, a loud, velvety sound that you could hear over and over again. You had talked with him enough times that you heard him laugh, yes, but this time, it held something more. A bit of a tease, a bit of enjoyment, a bit of a promise. A glint in his galaxy that wasn’t there before.
He made a quick sign to one of the staff stationed around his stage, and moments later the whole club was emptying, the dark mass of dancers being slowly flushed out of the doors, leaving the whole dancefloor void of anybody.
The staff then respectfully receded, bowing slightly towards DJ SS as they went by the backstage door, leaving you and him, alone, face to face, with only the rhythmical shudder of the room and the twinkling of the stars as company.
You weren’t expecting to be fully alone with him, but you were even less expecting his next move.
He grabbed you by the waist with his huge hands and landed you on his lap, making you straddle him.
Blush instantly set fire to your cheeks as you tried your best to not touch him, absolutely embarrassed and your thighs spread wide over his. As you were dealing with this predicament, his finger went under your chin delicately and made you look at him, stopping immediately your desperate flailing motions.
“So, tell me… What do you want to know about me ?” he purred, gaze unreadable but body language expressing a billion more things.
Your mind blanked out. Too much contact, too close, his delicious voice ringing in your ears.
“Everything” you choked out, finally resting your hands on the vast expanse of his torso.
“Greedy, aren’t you” he chuckled again, this time much, much closer to your ear, his orb grazing the side of your ear and sending a tickling jolt through it. You tried to recoil from it, the sensations overwhelming you and you didn’t know how long you could bear it, but DJ SS didn’t let you.
His hands were all around you, holding you put as if you were a puppet and your insides melted at the realization. He was all around you, under and above, like you were the shining star to his solar system.
“DJ… Should we really… ?” You whispered, afraid of the consequences of your own words, cheeks still ablaze but, as above so below, and you only had so much self-control. You didn’t want to ruin it with him, you didn’t want to be an annoyance, but he soon got those worries out of the picture.
He rested his forehead onto yours, skin tingling where you were touching, a very intimate gesture that had him bend towards your significantly smaller form.
“I wouldn’t have borne with you if I didn’t have any interest, sunshine” he said in his dark, chocolatey voice, making you melt right on the spot.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, jostling his headphones out of place and they were lost to both of you.
You grew bolder as his hands roamed your form, leaning a bit more on him, your hips sitting a bit more flush with his and the heat erupting from the contact warming your whole body. It was already warm in the club because of the mass of dancers, but now it was coming from within.
You could feel his whole body rumble as he appreciated the motion, the giant of a man you were seated onto purring as he felt more of you.
“As much as I enjoy seeing you in my merch” he began “I’d think you’d look much better without it”
And without so much of a warning, his fingers nimbly slipped under your hoodie and got it off you, slipping it off your shoulders and letting it fall on the stage.
You shuddered under his gaze as he appreciated the skin-tight top you had, that ran from your neck down to your hips, looking exactly like his, and then below a pair of oversized dark shorts.
“You really went all out, didn’t you, sunshine ?” he murmured
His touches felt more vivid now that they were a mere fabric layer away, his hands sliding around your waist, your back, your neck, they were warm and felt strong, and so big.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you weren’t attracted to him because of his sheer size. You wanted those huge hands to be touching you, you wanted him to be towering above you, you wanted to feel small compared to him. Call it a kink or whatever, but this guy had you, bad.
He was muttering words of praise as he lit your skin on fire, sending tingles down your spine and leaving the closest thing to a hickey on your neck by pressing his orb onto your skin until it was a beautiful galaxy purple.
Your throat was dry from repressing moans.
“What about you… ? You’d look really cool without your jacket too” you said, tentatively. Absolutely not smooth, you thought. Your shaky, croaky voice had you sounding desperate.
“Nothing really interesting under there, angel” he huffed, sounding a bit more… insecure ? If you hadn’t known him for so long, you wouldn’t have picked that up. Especially since his usual persona was more… confident.
He was still having his way with you, leaving a trail of marks on your skin and claiming you as his. You decided you, too, could be a little more… daring.
You grabbed the bottom of his shirt, beneath his jacket, and you tugged it upwards.
Below it was the void, and it stared back at you from its shining stars and slowly moving colors and nebulas. The brighter lighting on stage helped outline the shape of his body, well formed abs, peeking pecs and nipples from under where you had managed to get his shirt up to.
You were mesmerized. His movements on your own body had slowed down, as your hands slowly, slowly went and touched his skin. It was hot like yours, you could feel him clenching beneath you as your hands slid up, up his enormous form, sliding under the top of his shirt to reach his clavicles and neck.
If you had enjoyed his music a lot, the strangled, pleasured sounds you were extracting from him as you moved your hands around were otherworldly in their own way. He was insanely well built, even though his stature suggested some form of fitness, you wouldn’t have expected that. Smooth skin, firm muscles, all tainted like the stars in the sky.
DJ’s breath hitched in his throat and he grabbed your hips a bit more harshly as you toyed with his nipples, leaving kisses up to his pecs where you licked around his skin, teasingly. Doing so, you lifted your hips from his to reach his higher form, and as soon as you did he slammed them back into his, grinding against you.
“You’re… really something else, sunshine…” he muttered, out of breath, dizziness laced in his voice, his fingers digging into your butt delightfully.
“You’re gorgeous” you blurted out, wanting to reassure him about his earlier doubts about showing himself to you, and you truly thought so. It had you wondering how other parts of his body would look, but he brought you back to reality – and him – real quick.
“How about we even up the scales then, babygirl ?” he smirked as he slid his hands under your top and ripped it off of you. You were about to complain but he purred in your ear
“I’ll let you wear mine”
And you were jelly under his hands as he teased your breasts, his huge fingers rolling your nubs delicately between them until you couldn’t hold in the moans, grabbing at his jacket like an anchor, back arching into his touch. His hands slid down your sides, counting your ribs and drawing patterns onto your skin over and over again until you couldn’t think straight.
Slowly, bit by bit, he inched towards your shorts, unfastening the knot keeping them put and then gently raising you and sliding the garment down, down your legs and removing your shoes in the same movement.
You were left in your undergarments and thigh high socks, the former being drenched and you tried really hard not to get your crotch to rub on his clothes, but he grabbed your butt again and grinded against you, and then it dawned on you.
His erection was poking at you through the now very thin layer of clothing keeping you from him.
That’s also when you realized what panties you had worn today.
“ “I’ll make you see stars”… Hmm, interesting. I don’t think that’s official merch though, so it has to go” he said while looking at your galaxy pattern panties and swiftly ripping them off.
You had just bought that pair, so you were about to complain when he murmured
“But if you really need that kind of goodies, I can always see to have some made, just for you”
“Quit saying that, big boy” you laughed “they would end up ripped off me anyways, right ?”
“Good point” he said, as his fingers trailed between your thighs and started rubbing at your clit.
You let out a high-pitched moan, hips desperately wanting to roll into his hand but the last shred of your self-esteem holding on. That was until you looked down to see just how big a single of his fingers was in comparison to your nether regions, and that had slick pouring down your thighs.
“So… you didn’t tell me…” he purred as he continued his ministrations, your body arching more and more into his touch “What do you like about me ?”
You were already too far gone to try and lie, pleasure already building within you and shutting down your last inhibitions.
“You’re big” you stated quite matter-of-factly, and that had him cocking his head to the side quizzically.
“Your hands are huge… you’re so tall compared to me… Feeling like you could do anything to me like you would a puppet…”
A pause, only disturbed by your erratic breathing and quiet cries as his finger was still down there, teasing your lower lips and rubbing your clit.
“I think that I’d enjoy that…” you finished, looking aside, slightly ashamed of saying such a kink out loud.
“And I believe I’d enjoy it too” he purred as you let out a small moan, his finger just dipping inside of you but stretching you delightfully.
You looked towards his crotch, where a bulge was very visible and unattended. You inched your hands towards the bands of DJ’s pants when he hummed, and his other hand that had kept you steady gently pushed your own, tinier ones away.
“But as much as I’d love to fuck you silly right away, you’re going to need a little prep before, sunshine” his tone was deep and dark and rich like the galaxies and nebular clouds. His hand went back to steadying you as he pushed his finger inside a little more and you trembled at the welcome intrusion.
It was only one finger, but it already felt so huge. He was stretching you slowly, making shallow movements as you laid on his torso, abandoned and at his mercy. His globe was near your ear, whispering praises at how good you were doing and sending little jolts of plasma onto your skin, a delightful tease that took your attention away from his humongous finger slowly burying itself inside of you.
He continued doing so for what felt like ages, a slow, burning pleasure coming from his small movements, until he was knuckle deep inside of you and it felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore.
“DJ…” you choked out
You laid your hand on his forearm.
“I’m… okay now. You can move more”
The last part sounded more pleading than you had intended, but he complied nonetheless, sliding his finger slowly out, almost fully, and pushing it back in.
It felt good, way better than anything you had felt in the past or fantasized about.
The way it stretched you as it went in and how your own body wanted to keep it in as it pulled out, his huge hand wrapping around your whole waist still circling his thumb around your nub, all of it had you spilling moans and garbled words around.
He continued teasing you, going so slow yet so deep until you were whimpering, hands twisting in the soft fabric of his jacket, holding on for sanity.
“Please, DJ… !!” you let out, unable to articulate more as he pushed his finger back inside, the coil ever so steadily ablaze in your gut.
“Wait until we get to the good part” he whispered cockily “I’ll have you seeing stars”
You could hear the grin in his voice, that tantalizing, shit-eating grin as he pulled his finger out from you, leaving you feeling empty and wanting more.
Both your gazes went down to his crotch, covered in your own fluids and left alone for far too long. His left hand, now free, went down and yanked his shorts down, revealing a huge, dark, cock.
It was like the void personified, like the rest of his body, with maybe a darker, deeper color, more tinges of pink, less stars… But it was beautiful. You could only make out the general shape and some of the sharper details thanks to the club lights, but from what you could see… It was beautiful. A nice curve, a thick, not too blunt head, a few veins on the underside and it went from thinner at the base to thicker and heavy at the top.
You didn’t get too much time to stare at it though, because DJ wrapped his hand around it and pumped it a few times, letting out a strangled grunt at the contact, after being restrained for so long. Pearly precum beaded on top of his shaft, a stark contrast to that darkness of his body.
You must’ve stayed stunned for a little longer than you expected, because when you came back to, DJ was staring at you, feeling pleased with himself.
“See, I told you you would be seeing stars”
You slapped him playfully in the arm.
“You’re going to do a bit more for me to reaaaally see them, big boy” you taunted
DJ Subatomic Supernova and you shared a gaze, a long, decisive gaze. You started lifting your hips slowly, thighs trembling as he helped you with his hand, the other one still around his cock and positioning it near your entrance.
You gulped. It was so much bigger than his finger.
“I’ll go slowly, I promise” you heard him murmur as he gently pushed your hips down onto his tip.
It was wide, even wider than his finger, and even though you expected it, you didn’t expect it to feel that way. You can only get prepared for so much.
Both his hands were now on your hips, steadily driving you down and burying more and more of his girth inside of you.
At some point you must’ve sobbed, because he stopped for a while and let you rest, halfway onto him. He caressed your back gently, whispered oh so naughty praises in your ear as he teased your clit, getting you to slowly untense and ease onto him.
It was a long process, and when your hips finally met you felt fuller than you’d ever been.
He was big, and feeling his full member throbbing inside of you while he was still towering above you, telling you how good you were doing… it was exhilarating.
You started rocking your hips onto his, getting out a strangled groan from him as he resisted bucking up into you, his fingers digging into your hips and quite certainly leaving marks.
Bit by bit, you started to lift your hips to let them fall back on him, starting with small motions and going further, until your thighs couldn’t do no more.
Pleasure was building up inside of you, sweat beaded on your body as you rode him, but it was so overwhelming, so much, that your legs just gave up on you.
You were feeling very frustrated with yourself when he lifted you up from his lap, feeling his length pulling out of your insides had you moaning and whimpering.
“I get it that you’re ready for more action” he purred.
You felt him swivel the seat around, and he sat you, your back to his chest, facing the empty dancefloor.
Something welled up inside of you and you clenched your thighs, covering up your breasts with your arms.
“Don’t worry, there’s nobody but us there…” he whispered near your ear, orb tingling and tantalizing.
“But I have to let you know that it is one of my kinks to have you right here, on my throne, on my stage, all open to the world”
Your gut twisted in delight at his words as his hands pried your legs open in front of the empty pit, his fingers deftly guiding his cock back to your entrance and sinking it slowly inside you.
Your mouth opened but no sound could get out, as stars had erupted in front of your eyes that were none of the club’s special effects.
Your hands scrambled for purchase as you needed something, anything, to anchor you to reality. DJ gently grabbed your hands and lifted them up, up towards his neck and there you wrapped them around his head as he pumped in and out of you, slowly but fully.
You could feel every detail of his shaft going in and out of you, and being exposed to the grand room where he held his parties sent chills all over your skin. It was sinful and yet so good.
“Ohhh angel, you like that too, don’t you ?” he moaned as he pushed back in a bit more roughly, sensing your arousal from the situation.
“You’re doing so good, taking me like that… right here on the scene, imagine if all the people could see you, all open for me…”
More shivers, more heat, more everything went through you. Your back arched even more, taking him to the hilt and pushing a delighted whimper out of you.
“Babygirl, you’re driving me crazy… Taking me so well… You’re so tiny but you take all of me” he was sounding desperately close, voice rougher, coarser near your ear.
You looked down to where you were joined with him, seeing his glistening length pulling out of you and pushing back in had you teetering over the edge.
“DJ…” words were getting really hard to get out “You can… more…” it was all you could say before being caught again in the turmoil of pleasure.
DJ seemed to ponder, recalling a memory from earlier that night.
“More… are you sure ?” he asked while wrapping his arms around your midsection.
You nodded, need flaring in your body.
You were swept away when he started pounding into you, pulling out almost fully and sheathing it back in in one fluid motion. Even if you had tried, you wouldn’t have been able to stop him from doing it and it felt so good. You were feeling lightheaded, the coil in your belly couldn’t get any tighter as DJ Subatomic Supernova continued burying himself repeatedly into your heat.
At some point, both of you couldn’t take it anymore.
The tension snapped and you felt a wave of pleasure, relief, ecstasy wash over you, like a solar storm, as you reached your climax. Soon after, you felt DJ emptying himself inside of you, his hot cum plentiful and pouring out of your stretched hole as you rode out your orgasm.
When everything finally died down, he gently lifted you from his softening member and laid you next to him on the couch. He pulled his shorts back up and removed his jacket to cover your naked form as he went backstage fetch for some items. He soon came back with a wet towel and one of his shirts, that would fit you like an oversized dress.
He cleaned you up gently, examining the blunt red marks he had left all over your hips and thighs as you assured it didn’t bother you.
Then, he fetched a comforter, settled onto the couch as you snuggled at his side. With a few moves of his hands, the glaring lights were out, the music switched to a calmer track and only the twinkling of the stars on the ceiling could be seen above the soft glow of the rotating planets.
You fell asleep quickly, exhausted, absolutely satisfied, feeling like you were securely drifting off into space, accompanied by its master itself.
The situation that ensued between Godot and you was… peculiar, to say the least. Almost every time you would meet in empty hallways or rooms at the office, he would kiss you. He wouldn’t say anything, but there was this aura about him, his way of walking, smooth muscles rolling under his peacock green shirt, that forbade you said anything.
Sometimes, you would be going from one place to another and there he would be, almost like waiting for you, and he would cage you between the wall and his body. His kisses were slow and gentle, but undeniably passionate. It wasn’t the greedy, toothy kisses that horny people coming home from a party shared, it was the forbidden but delicious kisses you aren’t supposed to share in that place and time, the delicacy of indecency.
Now, every time you left your office to run an errand, your gut twisted in something akin to expectation, even though a part of you repeated that if you got caught, it would be the end of you. Even if they were sometimes not well timed, there was something soothing about Godot’s advances, melting in his touch and tasting his now familiar taste, feeling his always hot lips on yours and his hands ghosting on your waist and hips. Not a word shared, not even a stare, but fleeting touches and urgent nibbles that put your body on fire.
This kept on happening for a few weeks, until something happened.
You were on a very big and important case, you had little to no lead and always scrambling for information. It was the third day of the trial and you desperately needed something the tiniest bit viable to base your theory on, but the trial was growing near and you had no clue yet.
You were scurrying to the archives, hoping some older case one of the witnesses talked about could give you a hint, when Godot barred your route, imposing. You started
“Not right now, please”
But he grabbed your arm and dragged you into the empty archive room, his huge hands lifting your face up for one of his scorching kisses, pressing his body into yours, your back digging into the shelves of documents behind.
You weren’t in the right state for that, so you pushed at his chest, resisted his ministrations, but he still wouldn’t budge. The aroma of coffee was getting to your head, your heart was beating faster and you could feel your arms losing strength, hands getting clammy and wanting to grab at his waistcoat while he did whatever he wanted to you.
So you bit him.
He jolted backwards, hand rising to his now bleeding lip.
“Stay away from me” you said coldly, hands trembling and some kind of anger welling up.
You then turned around, went to rummage through some of the cardboard boxes, tears threatening to spill over. You didn’t look back to see what he was doing, but by the time you were done, he was nowhere to be seen.
You looked like a mess, disheveled, lips slightly swollen, red eyes and the tiniest bit of smudging mascara. But you had a lead.
It would be a big stretch to say that the trial went smoothly, but it went well enough you managed to snag that Not Guilty verdict once more, lifting a huge weight off your shoulders. It lasted only three days, but boy were they hectic.
You didn’t think about what happened with Godot until a few weeks later, when you realized you had almost not seen him at all, and he hadn’t made a move to seek you out, like he usually did.
The regularity of your mutual occurrences had become something you – though you’d never admit it – looked forward to. It had taken a bit of time, but you were getting used to the man and actually enjoyed his kisses, however weird the situation that took you there. You had no boyfriend, and the physical contact was enough to keep some of your frustration at bay.
But now, you barely saw him anywhere at work, and it had you worried. Not really worried about him, since you knew he was doing well in court, but more about your relationship. What happened in the archive room resurfaced into your mind, and you started thinking that he might’ve taken that too literally.
You dwelled on it for a few days, still keeping an eye out for the prosecutor, but you only managed to catch a glimpse of the man turning a corner and disappearing before managing to call him out. The situation was gnawing at you, so you decided to take action.
You sent him an email using your work address (since he had no remorse using a fake name to get to you), and asked him to come to your office after work.
He did not respond, but you hoped he had seen the message.
A few days went by, without any sign of the white-haired man, and you were starting to lose hope. You had stayed pretty late all this time, wishing he would just come unannounced like he had before, not knocking on your door, just a silhouette barred with red light on the other side of the glass. But on the fourth day, you were still working on some reports, you heard your office door open and heavy footsteps coming towards you.
Your heart, or whatever that was, lurched in your throat and got stuck there when the second door opened, and it was Godot.
Tall, his waistcoat and shirt still fitting him so well, large hands stuffed inside his pant pockets, not a smile to be seen gracing his lips.
Shakily, you got up from your desk and walked towards him.
You kept a reasonable distance between your bodies, even if your mind screamed to glue yourself to him, feel him, like he could be an illusion.
“You wanted to see me ?” he asked in his deep, smooth voice, yet keeping a very professional tone.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen you around, so I was getting worried” you managed to answer with the same formal tone, the ball in your throat getting heavier by the minute.
“Been busy” he said, expression unreadable but his attitude clearly cold, holding back.
You didn’t know what to say, you were fighting the urge to cry and the urge to hug him, and the self-destructive urge to just let it all go down the drain.
Godot turned around to walk away after the long, awkward silence that had settled into your office.
“I miss you”
Your hands were clenching at the bottom of your skirt, because if you didn’t hold onto something you would’ve grabbed him.
He paused in his movement, broad back turning around to face you, tall and looming under the cheap neon of your office.
“You told me to stay away, Kitten, so I did as you asked me. And now you’re telling me you miss me ?”
Your sight was blurred by the tears, so you didn’t catch the small smirk forming onto his lips, a tantalizing curl.
“I’m sorry about what happened then, it was a bad time and you wouldn’t listen to me, I’m sorry for biting you, I-“ you babbled, looking down at your feet for you could not handle looking at him, or you would cry for sure.
The shame of the realization, repressed feelings, frustration, all were alien to you until now. They were mixing into a painful experience you didn’t know how to manage.
Then you felt a movement of air and Godot closed the gap between your bodies, hugging you gently against his larger form, one hand grabbing your chin to lift your face up to his.
“Close your eyes, Kitten”
And you did as you were told.
And he kissed you with urgency, with everything he had held back to obey your command, teeth nipping at you, lips pressed onto yours with thirst, greed, whatever you wanted to call it.
You melted into his touch like you belonged there, the lump in your throat disappearing instantaneously to be replaced by a warm feeling in your gut, down, down between your legs. Your cheeks were burning from a mixture of shame and arousal, not grasping entirely why it felt this good to be reunited with him when your whole relationship was weird, but relishing in the feeling nevertheless. It’s like you had a match, someone you could trust no matter what and knowing that you would enjoy whatever he’d throw at you. Except when you were in the middle of a desperate trial, but that was a talk for another day.
You pushed him gently to gasp for air, lips moist from his ministrations and eyes already glossed over, when looking at him was enough to turn your legs into jelly.
He caught your lips in his again and inched you backwards slowly, his hands getting more daring, slipping under your untucked shirt and grazing along the slit of your skirt. It sent tremors down your spine and you only wished for him to do more than just edge you like that, yet at the same time you wanted him to do it more, to be the tantalizing bastard he knew how to be so well until you would beg for him.
In between his kisses, he would suck at your neck while whispering into your ear, hot breath fanning onto your jaw and making goosebumps erupt in its wake.
“How much did you miss me, Kitten ?” he asked in a low voice while his hands were slowly stroking your sides, hot and wide, taking a step with you and making you stumble backwards.
“Did you miss my kisses ? My taste ? How I would pin you to the wall to make out with you until you couldn’t think straight ?” he took another step, wider. You body was electrified by every one of his words, they shook you to your core and warmed it up in a pleasing yet urgent kind of way.
You yearned for him like you didn’t think you could.
The back of your knees met the edge of one of the couches in your office, and Godot slowly let you sit down, while kneeling in front of you. The red glare of his visor shone onto your sweaty skin, giving it a synthwave aura.
At a leisuring pace, Godot began unbuttoning your white shirt and pushed it off your shoulders until it was cast aside and away, leaving you in your bra. You heaved, eyes lidded and looking at him with expectation, skin blazing from his attention. His hands rose again to unclasp the garment and slide it down your arms one at a time, leaving your perky breasts to be seen. You shuddered, wanting to hide your chest with your arms, but Godot’s presence prevented you did anything.
With bated breath, he gently caressed your breasts, using his wide palms and soft squeezes, cupping them, then rubbing his thumb over the nipple in a way that had you shivering. You gasped at each of his moves and when he came forward to nip and suck at them, some tiny, breathless moans slipped out of your mouth.
You tried really hard to not make any noise, considering this was still an office and you feared someone would barge in, but Godot tried his best to make you lose your hold. In between teasing licks, he murmured
“I love hearing your moans, even if you’re trying so hard to hold back”
A soft suck, leaving a red mark on your chest
“There’s no one left around, I want to hear your voice”
You turned your head to the side, cheeks red and unable to let loose like he asked you to. That’s when you felt his hand unzip your skirt and pull it down your legs. Your head snapped back to see him, still kneeling like some diligent butler, undressing you, hands tracing along your legs like you were some goddess he didn’t dare disturb.
You were left in your thighs, which he slowly peeled off you, revealing the smooth expanse of your legs.
You choked out a whimper when he teased the edge of your panties, torn between shame and want. Godot rubbed soothing circles with his thumb onto your hip while he dragged the garment down, down and off, and you were naked in front of him.
You squeezed your thighs together, to relieve your almost painful arousal as well as hide your nether regions from the man in front of you. He continued slowly caressing your legs, whispering praises and calling you “Kitten”, the pet name he had given you.
Delicately, he took hold of your knees and started pushing them apart, checking if you were actively resisting him or not. You let him do it, his warm hands giving you chills and goosebumps. Gently propping your thighs up, you were all on display for him, wet and wanting, and you couldn’t look at him anymore.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs and kept them in place, the red light of his goggles giving a surreal hue to your skin.
And then you felt him lick up your slit, a long, flat, broad lick that made your toes curl.
“What are you-“ you started, but soon had to choke out the moans and cries that threatened to spill because of his ministrations.
He sucked your clit, then went back to playing with your folds dripping with arousal, spreading them with his thumbs and making you whimper in pleasure. His mouth was so hot, so good, you wanted more of everything, his touches, his teases, his attentions.
He continued pleasuring you until your legs were trembling, at the edge of climaxing but not quite there, your body having slumped in the couch, unable to hold itself up.
He removed himself from between your thighs, chin and mouth glistening with your juices and that sparked even more need inside of you. Such an unholy sight, yet undeniably sexy.
“You taste like caramel” he said
“Delicious”
And shot you his trademark grin that made you melt even more than before.
You looked at him, still all dressed up, and tugged at his waistcoat.
“I’m completely naked, it would only be fair I got to see you too” and grazed a hand along the bulge in his pants.
Godot inhaled sharply, fists clenching then relaxing.
“Sure thing, Kitten”
You laid back in the couch, waiting for him to undress and you did not expect him to put on a show.
Unbuttoning the waistcoat, then the shirt and slowly shrugging it off, revealing his deliciously tan skin, wide pecs and abs, his muscular arms catching in the fabric and rolling under the warm skin to get it off seamlessly. Tiny silvery hairs trailing down, to his navel and under, leaving a lot to fantasize about on lonely nights.
He was so good, and that wasn’t even all.
His large hands trailed down on his chest, lightly scratching and making him shudder right in front of you, his abs clenching as he started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, and you couldn’t take it anymore.
He grinned, hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, and slipped them down to reveal his cock.
You must’ve looked stunned for an instant, and you had every reason to be.
It was a beautiful, caramelly color, precum dripping from its head. The motion had it bobbing up and down heavily, it was nicely curved and pretty girthy.
You swallowed. Hard.
“Let me have you, Kitten”
And you couldn’t say no.
He sat on the couch next to you and grabbed you by the waist, sitting you in his lap. Your back was flush with his chest and you could feel his muscles moving underneath you, the subtle clench of his thighs when he received you, his arms going around you and spreading your legs again, open for anyone to see.
You wanted to hide your face and you did, but he gently whispered in your ear
“Look at us, Kitten”
And you couldn’t say no again.
Your gaze lowered to where you were about to be joined, his hand lining himself to your entrance and the other one spreading your lips in an almost obscene manner, but you couldn’t look away.
Slowly, he pushed his thick cock into you, and your mouth opened into a silent moan.
Despite his good work at prepping you, he was still stretching you a lot and a litany of whimpers escaped your lips as he sunk himself inside of you inch by inch, whispering praises in your ear and one of his hands gently rubbing your clit to ease the pain.
Your hands gripped his arms as he buried himself inside, head jerking back to rest on his shoulder as your hips met. You felt so full, breath short, gut burning and squeezing around him. It felt good in a weird kind of way, and soon his caresses on your clit became too much to handle alone.
You threaded one of your hands in his hair and nudged him with your cheek to move, certain that if you talked it would come out as a garbled plea.
He slowly started rolling his hips, pulling out then pushing back in, making your whole body tremble and shudder in pleasure. Your pussy was gripping tightly onto him and sucking him back in, your insides were on fire and it felt so good.
One of his hands settled onto your lower stomach, and as you looked down again you saw where the two of you were joined.
His thick length being swallowed by your hole, stretching it and pushing inside, glistening with your juices, the sight made your gut twist in delicious expectation.
“Naughty girl” Godot chuckled while still maintaining his languid rhythm, letting you enjoy every detail of his cock passing through you, almost fully pulling out to press back in while you let out whines and sighs.
After a while though, you felt him slow down until he stilled, fully buried inside of you. Worried, you were about to ask if anything was wrong but Godot murmured
“Don’t worry, you know I wouldn’t do something you won’t enjoy”
And he started rocking you on his cock. Even with your eyes open you could see stars because of how deep he reached, almost painfully so. His hand came back to your clit and rubbed it in rhythm with his hips, making you lose your mind.
You were so close, hands gripping at anything, begging him for release, repeating his name over and over again as he continued to rock you on his lap.
You couldn’t tell how long he kept you on the edge like that, while nipping at your shoulder and leaving trails of kisses anywhere he could reach. The only thing on your mind was Godot, Godot, Godot.
“Please, Godot, let me come, please” you begged, your abused clit now swollen and your juices having stained the couch.
“Don’t worry, Kitten. You’ve been so good to me, I’ll let you come”
His hands gripped your thighs and opened them wider as he started positively pounding into you.
You couldn’t articulate anything as you felt his cock hammer at you, gliding with ease in and out until the pressure was too much to handle and a surge of pleasure came crashing into you, coming from where Godot and you were joined and spreading to all your limbs, muscles tensing and pussy clenching around him while you rode out your orgasm.
He buried himself a few more times inside of you, dragging out your climax and finally came himself, painting your insides hot white with his cum.
You were exhausted, ashamed, but undeniable happy. You and Godot dressed back up, cleaning the mess you had done and went to take a drink at the coffee machine. You didn’t know why, but this time around it didn’t taste the same.
