series summary: at five years old, you start having dreams about a stranger with chesnut hair and hazel eyes. is he just a figment of your imagination, or could he be real? meanwhile, steve harrington looks for you everywhere, the girl from his dreams. sometimes you're witnessing his future. sometimes he's seeing your past. sometimes you're both dreaming about the exact same future moment years apart.
CW: 18+ MDNI, strangers to lovers, slow burn, mostly fluff, a little angst, eventual smut, each chapter will be tagged individually
A/N: i guess this is kinda a soulmate AU? idk? but i've had the idea for this fic saved for so long and thinking about it is actually what made me want to write fanfic! i hope everyone likes it :) i'm going to plan on updating it once a week!
in which; When your boyfriend has a problem he knows who to call! Can you fix it?
featuring: s.gojo x afab! reader
contains: masturbation, face time s3x , reader shows her br3asts over the camera, bathroom masturb@tion, pet names (babe, baby), reader being a tease, gojo being js a little bit subby
Satoru thinks of you all the time. He thinks of the new perfume you bought last week, of the pretty dress you wore to your last date. He thinks about how pretty you look when your hair is done all up, and about how sweet your voice sounds in this voice note you just sent him.
Fuck. He’s hard.
Can you blame him? You just woke up and for some inexplicable reason thought sending him a voice message while he’s at work is a good idea. Do you not notice the way you sigh your half-coherent words? Do you not notice the way you sigh out your words, barely coherent? Satoru swears he can feel his ears tingling at the longing in your voice for him.
You’re not making this at all easy.
Just as you start to drift back to sleep, there's a buzz somewhere around your head. Curses slip from your lips as you grope around the duvet, trying to locate your device with your half-asleep senses. With your eyes barely open, you try to read the contact name.
Of course it’s Satoru. Of course it’s a facetime call. He can’t settle for a damned text. It’s his brand at this point. You appreciate the attention, of course. But you’re sure you told him you’re going back to sleep in that voice note.
As soon as your finger swipes the little green icon to answer the call, you begin to speak, “I swear to god Satoru-”
“Hey baby,” he cuts you off. It sounds like he's in a confined space. A toilet stall, maybe? You're too sleepy to dwell on it. “I missed you”
“Mhmm..” You yawn. “‘Missed you too…”
The camera on his end is slightly shaky, and so is his breath. But in this sleepy state you can barely notice it really.
“What's up...?” you ask, flipping over and adjusting the phone, ”is everything okay?”
“Yeah—fuck—” his eyebrows furrow, giving you a moment of confusion. "You're looking so pretty—hah—baby."
“Satoru…” realization dawns on you, excitement stirring within. “Show me.”
The camera trembles as it takes him nearly a minute to respond to your request. Finally, his finger hits the flip camera button, giving you a shaky view of his fist wrapped around his length, stroking himself vigorously.
Pearly precum oozes from his tip, a thumb moving to spread it slightly before he goes back at it again.
“Oh? Is this all f’me?” You grin, observing his subdued grunts. It would be such a shame if someone were to come into the bathroom right now. “This early in the morning, too? Couldn’t you wait to get home at least?”
“Sh– hah– shut up,” he picks up the pace, starting from the very base, “at least make yourself– useful.”
Your tongue glides across your lower lip, considering your next move. While you love watching Satoru struggle on his own like this, relishing at the revelation that it’s the thought of you that makes him like this, you also think a little assistance wouldn’t harm.
“What do you wanna see?” You smirk smugly, enjoying this ordeal.
“Fuck– fuck– baby,” he’s quiet resilient with it, strokes increasing in pace little by little. “Sh-show me your tits, baby.”
“Hmm? What if I don’t?” Undeniably, you’re gonna regret this later. You savor the moment nonetheless. There’s a certain sort of zest in the control you have over this moment.
“Fuck you,” his fist tightens around his dick, veins popping out. You love the view. God, you wish you were there to help. Your thighs tighten to squelch the heat growing in your core. “Please, baby, ‘wanna see my girl’s pretty– shit– tits”
That’s enough to convince you. More than enough, actually. Without hesitation, you lift your t-shirt up, showing him a view that nearly makes him faint. He can almost feel the warmth of your skin against his. He feels his climax reaching. You move your fingers, massaging your breast. That was his endgame.
A string of curses begins to slip past his lips, along with a grunted “I’m gonna- fuck- I'm gonna cum-”
Your grin widens, biting your lower lip. “Mhm… so hard for me, ‘Toru..? Wish I was there to help…” Your words come out stretched, all on purpose. It causes a robust groan to thunder through him. The view begins to totter. With a final groan, milky robes seep out of Storu’s shaft, running down his white knuckles and onto his thighs. His breathes even out as he comes down from his high.
“You’re welcome,” you hum, satisfied. You put the phone to your side, pulling your shirt back down. When you picked the phone back up, the call was hung up. You almost feel offended, rushing to text him a ‘what the fuck?’
Before you could text him the half-angry message, your phone vibrates again.
‘sorry babe someone came in’ - 8:46 am
‘ill call u later’ - 8:46 am
‘love ya’ - 8:47 am
You roll your eyes, definitely planning on bringing this up later. Going back to sleep will be hard with the stain on your underwear.
Maybe you’re going to be the one to call this time so he could fix it.
Bradley Bradshaw/Jake Seresin (TG: Maverick) | E | 14k words | getting together, shared leave, the Seresin ranch, phone calls, flirting, bradley is good with kids, protective Bradley, uncle!Jake, cowboy hat rule, watching quiz shows together is a love language
Summary:
Jake and Bradley have been trying to be friends.
After two flights to Texas, some good honest hard work, and a beer or two they work out that maybe 'friends' isn't what they've been aiming at.
Excerpt:
It had been too long since Jake had been home; he tried to get back as often as possible but his chosen career left him pretty little chances for long visits. This time, though, he had been granted a full month of leave away from base and he was going to spend every minute of it at the ranch.
As soon as he stepped off the plane he felt like he was on home territory. Even the air in Texas smelled familiar. He picked up his hire truck and hit the road, music turned up loud and windows down low.
Pulling onto the long driveway to the house lifted a weight from Jake's shoulders he was so used to carrying he hardly noticed it until it was gone. Home. It meant different things to different people, but to Jake it meant old oaks, and wide open pastures. Home meant his mom's smile, pecan pie, and the nicker of horses in the early morning. Home meant safe harbor, and peace.
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This fic was written as a gift for wordsonamission | @wordsonamission - thank you for the inspiring prompt, and I hope you enjoy the story!
Big thanks to Impasta-wall | @impasta-wall for the fantastic beta read!
And huge thanks to the mods running the @endlesssummerexchange this year - it’s been such a fun fest to take part in as someone new to the fandom and it’s all thanks to your hard work!
All of my problems really would be fixed by getting on my knees and eating you out til I don't remember what it's like to not have my head between someone's legs. My lips touching yours, yanking at my hair, hearing you moan, feeling you get wetter on my tongue... yeah. That would solve every problem I ever had.
Blame @xxindiglow for this. She sends me images that spiral into thoughts, and well, here you go!
Starring: Masseuse!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Summary: Steve’s massages never stay that way.
Warnings: NSFW! 18+! Unprotected Sex, and a bunch of other fun things. Basically just filth with some tender moments mixed in.
Word Count: 814
Divider by @firefly-graphics
It’s been a few months since you and Steve started dating, and having a masseuse boyfriend had its perks.
The way he would pat his table when you got out of the shower after a long day at work, his oils out and ready to go as you made yourself comfortable. The stress would melt away with each stroke of his hands, his thumbs pressing into your back releasing the tension built up inside each muscle.
But it was never just an innocent massage with Steve, the tools of his trade dipping below the towel and over the globes of your ass. His digits trailed a path on your slick skin working down each leg and back up, pausing to watch your cunt clench around nothing.
Swiping a finger through your slit he hums in appreciation at the seep weeping from between your lips. Barely a touch to your most intimate center and she’s already a mess. For him. Most nights ended like tonight, your arms bound tightly behind you with his cock buried deep inside your drenched pussy.
You’re covered in a salacious mixture of his cum and your squirt from earlier rounds, the snap of his hips almost as loud as the moans that are ripped from your lips each time his cock kisses your cervix. Steve knows your body well, pulling himself from your cunt as you explode, his palm rubbing against your clit as you release another flood on his hand.
He sheaths himself inside your channel with a wet squelch, two heavy smacks to your ass as he holds onto the ropes expertly tied around your arms. “I want you to come on it again.” The rhythmic relentless pounding has your senses blasting into overdrive, and you feel Steve everywhere all at once. Tears pour from your eyes when his cock slides back and forth against your g-spot, overstimulation making it too much and not enough.
“I can’t!” You wail, the snap of Steve’s hips permeating through the heavy smell of sex that lingers in he bedroom. He pulls you closer to his chest, his plump lips barely brushing against the shell of your ear.
“You can, and you will.”
He’s mesmerized by the jiggle of your ass each time his hips connect with your flesh. Studying where your bodies connect he struggles to hold himself back, on the verge of blowing his load as he watches his cream coated cock spear in and out of your cunt. You were made for each other, the highs of your pleasure together better than any drug.
Steve releases your arms, and you fall against the table. You’re about spent, the orgasms Steve has pulled from you are strong and abundant but he’s not finished. Pulling apart your cheeks he spits on your rosebud, pressing into the right ring of muscle but stops before he breaches. He sucks air through his teeth as your walls clench him tighter, basking in the feeling of this perfect pussy that belongs only to him.
More spit drips in a slow trail from his lips, his blue eyes black with desire as he watches the small river of fluid trickle down over this thumb adding to the slick mess of your cunt and his cock.
The tip of this thumb is barely pushing into your backhole but it’s just the thing you need to push you over the brink for the final time.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come!”
“Then come all over this dick.”
You swear everything stops as euphoria crashes over you in endless waves. Steve reaches around to prolong your orgasm by circling your clit between his fingers. You’ve got nothing left, reduced to a mindless plaything since Steve once again has fucked the soul out of you and only he can put you back together.
He explodes immediately after you, spraying your insides white with thick ropes of seed that fills you until it drips around his softening length. Pulling himself from you he reaches behind to grab his phone off the dresser, taking a quick video of your used and abused form, paying special attention to the stream dribbling from between your puffy lips. He loves having videos handy for when he’s at work by himself with only the thought of you throughout the day, fisting himself to videos between clients until he can get home to you.
Quickly running a towel under warm water he comes back to the bedroom to clean you up, shushing you gently when you whimper as he cleans your pussy. Untying your arms he gathers you in his, pulling back the covers and tucking you in bed before sliding behind you and cradling you to his chest.
“You’re perfect.” He whispers into your hair before drifting off, dreaming of the day where nights like this could be the forever you both never thought you’d find.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So, I wrote a thing. Probably not the best thing I’ve ever written, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t have fun while making it, so I thought why not share it here. Palutena and Pit are possibly OOC though, but I hope it’s not too noticeable.
I’m also likely going to share the overly long author’s notes here in a reblog once I get them on a presentable state, because I want to share that 2k+ wall of text somewhere. Turned out that I had way too much things to say than any end note section should allow 😂
warnings: cheating, soft angst, body worship oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex
word count: 5001
notes: this is for the nsfw hq server collab, which the prompt was " I wonder what he would do if he knew you were with me right now ” akaashi was one of two of the pieces i wrote for this collab so be sure to keep an eye out for terushima which will be posted later in the day. be sure to check out the masterlist here and see all the other great writings and artwork done!
thanks for the beta @daishou-s
Hot tears slipped down your cheeks in frustration as the door slammed. The apartment was eerily quiet. The only noise filling your ears was the occasional soft sniffle as you furiously rubbed at your eyes, willing yourself to stop crying despite the very real reason behind them.
The sheets puddled in your lap, and despite the soft chill covering your skin, you couldn’t bring yourself to cover yourself- your bed no longer brought you the comfort you sought. Yet again, your fiancé had left you to go practice volleyball with his team post-sex despite having agreed to dinner with you. He had kissed you, apologizing as he got ready despite your pleas, but Bokuto Koutaro really only had one love that claimed his heart, and it was always glaringly obvious it wasn’t you.
You could beg him all you wanted, but at the end of the day, he would choose his sport over you. It didn't always bother you. In fact, you had encouraged it for the longest time, even as he skipped out on dates or outings for practice. However, leaving you for the others had long since grown old, especially when you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and be held.
He always would promise to make it up to you, showering you in gifts and lavish trips and soft words, but it didn’t change the fact he really only seemed to be at ease on the court and between your legs.
Still, there was one person you knew you could always turn to. As long as you have known Bokuto, Akaashi Keiji has known him longer. The former setter had always dealt with Bokuto’s tantrums and emotional mood swings, and he didn’t seem to mind when, even now, you turned to him for help.
You always assumed it was because Akaashi favored Bokuto, the two of the remaining close friends and meeting frequently even though they had graduated and had no actual ties holding them together. After seeing him around for so long, you had also warmed up to him, and now, you also sought him out for comfort, despite the soft whisper of it being inappropriate, which you often forced down.
Still, you found yourself reaching for your phone and clicking the familiar contact. After a few moments of it ringing, the phone clicked as the other side picked up.
“Hello?” Akaashi’s voice carried through the phone, and you sniffled pathetically again. “Y/N, are you okay?”
You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you. “Yeah.” God, even your voice sounded pathetic. “Can you come over?” You found yourself whispering before you considered the words.
Akaashi was silent for a moment, and you found yourself wondering if he would agree to the proposition before he spoke. “Sure.” The sound of keys jingling made you swallow, because of course your boyfriend's friend would come over to see you when your boyfriend wouldn’t even stay.
“What’s wrong?”
You rubbed at your eyes again. “It’s Kou again. He is...infuriating, sometimes. We were supposed to have dinner, but someone texted him, and of course he agreed. We’ve been planning this for the last week.” You found yourself babbling, the words spilling before you could stop it even as silent tears rolled down your face in humiliation.
“Okay, okay. It’s okay, Y/N. I promise. I’ll be there in a few okay? I’ll tell you when I get there.” His words were soothing, and you mumbled an agreement. As he hung up, you forced yourself to wipe your tears once more.
You looked down at your chest and the splattering of hickeys Bokuto had left on them, and you touched them lightly before your hand fell. You could feel the soreness between your legs, left over from his energetic thrusts, and you didn’t want to think of the mess he had left there either.
Still, Akaashi was on his way, so you forced yourself to stand, moving from the bed and grabbing an old, oversized shirt and a pair of panties from the drawer as you made your way to the bathroom. As you cleaned yourself up, taking care of the new bruises and fluids left from your actions earlier, you didn’t fight the tears or the pit in your stomach.
You tried washing your face, patting cold water on your eyes to remove the puffiness that was there, but eventually, you ignored it, simply wiping it on the shirt. Akaashi had seen you worse than this.
As if on cue, a knock on your apartment door had you jumping. You walked out, dragging your feet as you went before you opened it without looking. Akaashi stood outside the door, his fist raised if he was about to knock again before you had opened it.
Upon seeing you, his features softened, and he stepped into your space, pulling you into a hug as you sniffled into his shirt. His hand was gentle on the back of your head, petting your hair lightly as he soothed you, the door shutting behind him. “It’s okay. I promise. It’ll be ok.”
You clung to his words, replaying them in your head in hopes that he was right, because at this point you were ready to leave. You were so sick and tired of Bokuto’s antics and not appreciating you.
As if Akaashi could sense your train of thought, he pressed a soft kiss to your head. “He loves you, a lot.” At this point, you weren’t sure who he was trying to convince, because Bokuto clearly wasn’t here showing it. “I’m sorry he’s doing this to you.”
You hum in response, enjoying the contact with Akaashi, but even you realized how wrong it was for you to be seeking comfort in your fiance’s best friend's arms. Which is exactly why you pulled back, and Akaashi reluctantly let you.
“Do you want a drink?” you questioned, and Akaashi smiled so softly, his eyes just as sad as yours were.
“I know where everything is. Go sit down.” He coaxed gently, and you nodded.
You could hear him as he rustled through your kitchen, finding your cups and the water you kept chilled in the fridge. When he brought it out to you, you were already sitting on the couch, a blanket drawn up over you as he handed you a cup, which you took, swirling it gently in your hands as Akaashi sat next to you, his body angled towards you as he watched you.
“Drink.” His words were a soft command. You obeyed, lifting the glass to your lips as you sipped it lightly. “Now, tell me, what happened.”
Your words spilled out then, rushing out your mouth as quickly as your tears did as you told him exactly what happened earlier. How he had come home late, barely talked to you before he was ushering you to bed. Then, he had just left after, despite your anger and the fact you had plans together. “It’s like he doesn’t even care about me, Keiji. He just wants me for sex.”
Your final words tumbled out as you finished breaking down, soft sobs shaking your shoulders as you sobbed. Akaashi hummed, taking your cup from you as it threatened to spill as he sat both of your cups down on the coffee table.
He once again pulled you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest as you cried, and he resumed his head-petting, just as you liked. “It’s okay.” he promised, his words comforting even as he buried his own face into your hair.
He knew he should feel guilty about it, how he was holding you so selfishly and breathing your scent, which would fuel his late night thoughts despite your genuine heartache. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to push you away, and not let you clutch him so desperately and use him either.
“I’m sorry he’s doing this. He should realize how blessed he is to have you.” Akaashi’s words were whispered into your hair, but you couldn’t help the soft noise of confusion as you pulled back to stare up at him.
“What do you mean?” You questioned attempting to pull away from his chest, unsure if you liked where this conversation was going, but his grip was tight and prevented you from pulling away from him.
“I mean, he is being selfish. It’s what he does. You’re amazing, and he should worship you like you deserve.” His words were gentle as his thumb ran over your cheek, wiping off the tear tracks there, and he looked so very sad as you flinched away from it.
“Keiji, I don’t know-” You started, and he shushed you gently, his finger brushing against your lips.
“It’s true. I would treat you better. I should have never given into him.” His words were soft, musing, as if he didn’t mean to speak them, and before you could question further he was leaning forward, his face suddenly too close. “Can I?”
You swallowed. “Can you do what, Keiji?” you questioned, and he smiled softly.
“Can I show you how I would treat you if you were mine?” His words were gentle, filling you with a lull of soft security, and before you knew what you were doing, you found yourself nodding even as he was leaning even further forward.
His lips pressed against yours, fitting securely against your lips as you sucked in a sharp breath. He was gentle- much more than Bokuto ever was- his lips moving against yours, and after a moment, you found yourself responding to them in turn.
Hands touching your neck made you jump even as he pressed further into you, holding you securely to his body so you couldn’t escape from him. As your lips parted to object, his tongue brushed against them before sliding into your mouth.
The whimper you let out was eagerly swallowed as he licked into your mouth, pushing his tongue against yours and enticing you to play with him, which you found yourself reluctantly doing. Your tongues molded against one another, slid against one another, before he was pulling away, gasping in breaths of air even as you leaned forward, chasing after him.
His forehead pressed against yours, his fingers tightening on your neck, feeling the drumming of your pulse against his hand. “Please,” his whisper was low, deep, and needy, and you found yourself leaning forward into it.
“Please what, Keiji?” you questioned, and he let out a soft whine in response, a noise that made your thighs clench together and all reason fly out of your head.
“Please….” he hesitated, pondering his next words, as if he didn’t know exactly what he was about to ask. “Please let me touch you. Touch you properly.”
You swallowed again, and for a moment, your eyes met his, and the thought of what you were about to do crossed your mind, but rather than focus on it, you pushed it from your thoughts. You couldn’t mull over it, not yet. “Okay.”
The word was all the permission he needed, a sharp whimper escaping his lips as he pushed back into you. His other hand attached to your hip, sliding first up over your shirt before he was dipping down, and pushing at the shirt.
As his skin connected with yours, you let out a sharp hiss, which he eagerly caught, his tongue pressing against your lips yet again as you opened for him. As his hands traced up your body, his hands connecting with your breast, he tensed, as if he realized what he was doing also.
He pulled back ever so gently, his eyes searching yours as his lips parted, but any words he was about to say disappeared in his throat just as quickly as you licked your lips. His lips connected with yours once more, desperate, as his hand opted to grope at your breast, squeezing the tender flesh before he pulled back to pinch at the nipple lightly.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” His words were whispered into your mouth as you gasped into him, back arching up into his touch as he pulled at the bud. “He’s so stupid.”
You let out a soft noise at that in objection, but he didn’t give you the chance to speak as he nipped at your lips eagerly instead. After a moment, his head dipped from you, his hands moving down to push at your shirt until he was able to wiggle it up past your breasts.
The sharp exhale was audible to you as he stared at your chest for a moment before his head dipped to kiss at the valley between them. He pulled back just far enough to shift where his head was before he latched on to your nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth as his tongue pushed over it in excitement.
His pace was gentle, soothing, and relaxed as he sucks at tender flesh. His teeth grazed the bud just for a moment before he soothed it with his tongue. “You’re so perfect.” The words were whispered into your flesh as he nuzzled at it, his other hand palming softly at your other breast as his eyes flicked up to your face.
As your eyes met, his name fell from your lips in a soft sigh, a mournful sound, and he smiled gently. His lips released your nipple, moving to the other side to suck on it as your hands came to grip his hair.
He hummed in response as you tugged lightly in the soft curls of his hair that were beginning to form from the length. His lips wrapped around the new bud, sucking it into his mouth as you whimpered his name out again.
“Keiji, please.” The words were whispered, but his ears caught it anyways, so very attentive on your body’s response to his actions. His mouth released from your chest as he turned to look up at you, and there was no mistaking the dark glint in his eye from anything other than lust for you.
He pressed another kiss to your skin. “What is it, darling?” his words were gentle, covering you in comfort as his hands rubbed tenderly into your skin. Yet as your lips fell open, no words came out. You didn’t know what to ask him for.
The idea of what you were doing was finally beginning to set in, a warm bubbly feeling masking the terror of being caught later on. Yet at the end, it wasn’t you who spoke.
“Can I take you to bed?” His words were sweet, much nicer than the given implications of what would occur if you said yes. He was taking charge of the situation and guiding you to comfort like he always did.
Your hands moved on their own to cup his face, pulling him up into yours as you lent forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, your foreheads pressing together gently as you held him to your body. The hum he let out filled you with warmth, your toes curling in an excitement you hadn’t felt in a while as he pressed a gentle kiss to your nose.
“Yes,” the word fell from your lips without much thought. The idea of telling him no, pushing him away from you, left you with even more anxiety than holding him did.
“Come, little one.” His instructions had you moving even before he pulled away, clutching to his body as he helped you to your feet and ushered you in front of him towards the bedroom. As you crossed the threshold of the room, you swallowed, feet pausing as you gazed at your bed, which was still tousled from earlier.
Sensing your hesitation, Akaashi’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his hand coming up to force you to stare up into his eyes. “If you don’t want to, we can stop.” He assured, pressing his face gently against yours once more, and you couldn’t help the whimper that fell from your lips as you pressed further into his.
“No. I want to.”
You knew he was giving you an out, promising to stop at any point should you want it, but it didn’t change the fact of how desperately you craved wanting to be wanted. So you angeled your head up, kissing first his jawline and moving to the corner of his lips.
“Please, Keiji,” you whispered, and this time you both knew exactly what you were asking for, and who was Akaashi to deny either of you?
His hands moved, shifting to spin you around to face him further as his hands came up to tangle roughly in your hair, and his other hand slotted against your hips as he carefully walked you backwards until your knees hit the bed.
Before you could collapse onto it, his hands were moving to push at your shirt once more, removing his lips from yours just long enough to tug your shirt over your arms and head before he was throwing it to the floor and pressing back further into you relishing how your body felt flush against him.
He could feel your nipples pressed against his body, even through the skin as you whimpered in frustration. Your hands reached out, tugging at his shirt, and he laughed lightly against your lips as he pulled back. His hands fumbled with his shirt for a moment, undoing the buttons by his head, before he was tugging his own shirt off and discarding it.
As his body pressed against yours, with only bottoms separating the two of you, he let out a sharp sigh into your lips. Your hands smoothed over his skin, running over muscles and skin you had never experienced before.
Yet, just as quickly as he started the kiss, he pulled away. His hands nudged your hips further back on the bed as his head dipped down to kiss at your neck. You hummed in response, fingers lazily running over his back as you rolled your hips up into him.
“Easy,” he breathed out into your skin, moving to kiss at your collarbone, and then back down your chest. “I want to take my time, show you properly how much you mean to me. Is that okay?”
You nodded, licking at your lips as you watched him move further down your body, stopping only to kiss at spots randomly, just to hear and feel the responses you gave to him. When he reached the band of your panties, he hesitated, pressing a kiss right against the line. His eyes flicked up at you as his fingers ran over the band carefully.
“Are you sure?” His words were gentle, but clouded with desire. You let out an annoyed whimper, tired of his hesitation.
“Keiji, please.” You found yourself repeating even as he frowned, pulling back slightly, and you lifted your hips to chase after it as his hands pushed down, effectively holding you in place.
“I want to hear you say it.”
You let out a whine, licking at your lips as you reached out for him. “Yes, I’m sure. I want you, Keiji.”
Akaashi hums then, a delighted glint showing in his eyes as he mulls over your words in his head. “You sound so beautiful when you say that.”
His hands tugged at the band of your underwear, pulling it down your legs, and you feel your legs closing at his intense scrutiny, suddenly shy.
“Shhh,” he soothed, his thumb running over your mons. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He promised, and you let out a soft whimper in response to his words.
His hands nudged your legs open as he pushes his way in between them. His eyes were level with your cunt, and you couldn’t help the warm flush that spread up your body as you covered your face with your hands shyly, and his fingers gently pushed open your lips to stare at your core.
“Perfect.” he repeated, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your slit before you could object. Just as quickly, his tongue slid out, licking up your slit as you let out a sharp gasp of his name.
Before you could try and wiggle away, his hands connected with your hips, grabbing them tightly as he held you still, his eyes connecting with yours as he pressed his face into your core. His tongue slid out to lick sloppily at your hole as you feel him push into you.
“Keiji!” His name was slurred, your mind hazy at the stimulation he was giving you. He was so different from how Kotarou usually ate you out. Akaashi was much more neat, his tongue pushing in and out of you repeatedly even as you squirmed underneath his grip, desperate for more.
Yet, as your eyes flicked down to look at him, his attention was focused solely on you. Blue eyes knocked your breath away as they locked with yours, and you couldn’t help the whine that slid out as you attempted to arch your hips up into his mouth.
“Please.”
Akaashi hummed in response, a satisfied noise that had you blushing from the vibrations as his tongue pulled away from your hole, licking up your slit slowly yet again until it flicked over your clit.
The grin that spread across his face was shameless as you jumped, hands flying down to fist in his hair at oversensitivity as you let out a squeal of his name. He repeated the action, enjoying how you flinched and cried at the pleasure as he continued to repeat the assault on the sensitive bundle of nerves smugly.
“It’s too much.” You whispered, but ever-attentive, he caught it. He let out a hum in response even as you whined at the vibrations, but rather than back off, his lips wrapped around the bud as he sucked harshly on it.
Your back arched up off the bed as your fingers tightened in his hair. “Fuck, Keiji!” you cried out, hips jerking under his hands as they pushed you down. Even as your eyes squeezed shut, you could feel his eyes on you, watching your face closely as he memorized your movements, ingraining them into his mind, and he held your hips flush to his face even as you squirmed against his grip.
As the ball in your stomach exploded. His name was all that fell from your lips in a chant as you came around him. His fingers worked you steadily through your orgasm, your body trembling around him as you crashed down. As his movements caught up with your body, you let out a cry, pushing at his head desperately as you attempted to push him away.
“‘s too much!” You repeated, words slurred and heavy in your mouth as your body jerked with overstimulation.
The man finally gave in, pulling away to kiss his way up your body as you grabbed at his face, kissing him eagerly as you pushed at his remaining clothes.
“Please?” The word was asked against his lips, barely audible as you gasped into his mouth. He nodded in response, his lips never leaving yours as his hands fumbled with his boxers, pushing them down his legs.
As you reached down, wrapping a fist blindly around his cock, his hips canted forward, a sharp groan escaping his lips against yours as you curiously stroked it. He was heavy in your hand, solid and warm. You could feel the precum leaking down from his tip, wetting your hand as you ran a thumb curiously over it.
As you tried to pull away, his hands caught you, holding you against him even as you let a soft squeak in protest, wanting to taste him in your mouth as well. “It’s fine,” he breathed out against your lips as if he could hear your thoughts.
“This is about you.”
His hands nudged you back, pinching at your skin playfully as you wiggled backwards further up the bed. He stopped you, pushing you flat back onto the bed so he could loom over you.
He pulled back, panting heavily against your lips as his eyes scanned your face once more, and you couldn’t help but acknowledge just how pretty he was, the light illuminating his head behind a shadow of black hair.
You reached up for him, trying to pull him back down against you, but he gently knocked your hand away as he looked down at you, eyes soft.
“I don’t have a condom.” He sounded apologetic, unsure of his words, as he examined you and your reaction to his statement.
You hummed in response, gently rubbing a thumb against his cheekbone as he turned his head into the pressure.
“It’s okay,” you promised softly. Koutarou never wore a condom with you, prefering to fill you up, which you didn’t mind, but it helped that you were on birth control already. You also trusted Akaashi, and if he said he was safe, you had no reason to doubt him.
“I can pull out?” he offered, voice raising at the end of his words in question as he proposed the solution, and you nodded softly.
“That’s fine with me.” You approved, and this time it was him who hummed in approval as he shifted upwards close towards your hip. As he pulled back to rub a thumb over his own head, and you felt your mouth dry at just how pretty his cock was.
He didn’t give you long to look, gently gripping your hip with one hand as he held his cock with the other. He ran the tip of it along your folds, smiling softly as you jumped at the sensation of it bumping into your clit.
As soon as he deemed it slick enough with your own juices, he angled his hips to push it lightly against your opening. He teased you just for a moment, gently pressing against the hole without pushing into it until you whined out his name. It was a pitiful sound that had him pushing his hips forward and entering you with a soft exhale.
You felt your body tense up around him at the new sensation. He was a bit smaller than Bokuto, not stretching your walls to the same level, but it still left your toes curling at the new sensation of Akaashi inside of you.
Your sharp whimper filled his ears, your hips arching up into him as he bottomed out within you. You reached up, grabbing at his shoulders as you pulled him into you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling his face into yours as you kissed at him.
“Fuck,” You breathed. “Can you move please?”
He hummed in response, nipping at your lip softly. “Yes, of course.”
His hips rolled into you gently, testing your response, and you let out a whine in pleasure as you tugged at his hair. He was slow, testing out your responses as you squirmed underneath him.
His name fell from your lips as you angeled your hips slightly higher, urging him to speed up.
“Shhh,” he hushed gently, kissing you as his hands moved to push your hips down. “You have to be patient.”
You frowned, grabbing at his back as you whimpered in frustration. “I don’t want to be patient, Keiji.”
He pressed a finger against your lips, leaning forward to kiss you as he pulled his finger away. You let another huff as he shifted, grabbing your hips and jerking them upwards so he could move his hips easier into you.
As he thrusted into you at this new angle, you let out a sharp yelp. Your hands scrambled at his arms as he hit the spongy spot inside your walls. A soft sob escaped your lips as he repeatedly began to hit your g-spot.
“Please, please, please.” You chanted out, back arching up into him in time with his thrusts. “Just like that.”
He smirked, leaning forward to cup your face in his hands. “You’re so gorgeous,” he purred, leaning down to kiss you tenderly.
Your tongue ran along his lips, eagerly pushing into his mouth as he opened for you. As your tongues pressed together, Akaashi’s hand slid in between your bodies to rub at your clit. As his fingers connected with your body, you jerked away from him at the sensation.
He let out an amused noise as he held you steady, pushing his fingers against you as he rubbed at your clit in time with his thrusts, and you jerked in pleasure.
As your body spasmed around his cock, he tensed as you milked him perfectly. “You’re so perfect, darling- you deserve to be worshipped,”
His other palm spread across your body, rubbing at your breasts softly as he pinched at your nipple lightly watching as you flinched, squirming under his attention.
“You should be treated like the goddess you are, and if he won’t do it, I will.” He promised, his thumb increasing in speed on your clit as your muscles spasmed. “I wonder what Bokutou would do if he knew you were with me right now.” he crooned out softly as he watched you cum around him.
As you grabbed at him, you buried your head into his shoulder, and your cunt spasmed around him.
“Keiji!” You cried out, clutching at his body desperately.
As his hips pulled back out of you, his hand left you to dip between you two yet again, except this time it was for his own pleasure. His own pleasure crested over him as he stroked himself to completion, painting your stomach white.
However, as he relaxed into you, the sound of the door creaking open made you both jerk away from one another, and you were left staring into the inscrutable eyes of your fiancé, who took over the scene in front of him with a strange amount of calmness.
Harley breaks up with Peter. MJ really likes Harley. It gets complicated and stays complicated. They make it work.
Harley watches Peter and Ned leave the room with a glazed-over gaze. MJ watches him watch Peter, and something in her chest tightens. The boy turns to her with shining eyes. “How do you know it’s over?”
MJ thinks before answering. She remembers the string of boys she dated and broke up with in middle school and freshman year. She remembers the girl who broke her heart in sophomore year. “When you’re more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.”
“Is this what it feels like to fall out of love?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” It tastes like watered-down coffee and sounds like a faraway siren. It looks like bitter resolution of Harley’s jawline.
He breaks up with Peter the next day. Ned texts MJ from the roof of his apartment, and she bikes to Riverside Park, where Harley runs on the line of benches, slick with melting ice. She takes a seat, ignoring where the water seeps through her jeans and her tights underneath. Harley almost jumps over, but she taps his ankle, and he slips to a stop, standing above her.
“I thought the fact that I don’t love him anymore would make it easy,” he tells her, sitting on the ground at her feet and resting his chin in her lap.
“There’s nothing easy about breaking someone’s heart.”
“Was he still in love with me?”
She thinks for a moment, using the lull in the conversation to bury her hands in Harley’s windswept curls. “I think he was.”
In a voice smaller than a snowflake, Harley asks, “Did I do the right thing?”
