hello hello pls can u make a second part for weightless , I wanna know who's behind hero and what happens pls
ty for the request, I hope you enjoy!
Weightless - part II
part I
Hero turned around slowly, hardly believing their own ears. At the center of the roof stood a tall figure clad in dark streetwear, casually leaning to one side with their hands in their pockets. At first glance, they looked like any other civilian, but Hero could tell by the glint in their eyes that they were anything but ordinary.
“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” The figure asked, as if their situation was perfectly normal.
“Who are you?” Hero managed to say, voice firm despite feeling overwhelmingly like a deer in headlights.
“Hmm. Let’s see. You can call me… Vigilante.” They smiled, and somehow the sight sent shivers down Hero’s spine. “And I already know who you are, of course—it’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”
Hero tried to shake off their uneasiness, to quiet their pounding heart. “You’re the one who’s been following me?”
“If I said no, would you believe me?”
“For who? Villain? Other Villain?”
Vigilante mimed locking their mouth shut and throwing away an invisible key. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you. Client confidentiality is very important in my line of work.”
“Why are they having you do this?”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, dear. It’s not like you can even tell when I’m there.”
Hero’s eyes narrowed. “Of course I can. Why do you think I tried to lose you?”
Vigilante raised their eyebrows. “Really? So that’s what that was. You’ve made this job far more interesting, you know. It isn’t much fun to just watch you walk around quietly all night.”
They tried to suppress the strong discomfort that washed over them at the image Vigilante’s words created. “If you didn’t think I knew, why did you say something?”
“Let’s just say I have my own, personal motivations.” They grinned. “Like seeing your eyes up close. They’re lovely, by the way.”
“You…” Hero faltered, caught completely off guard. What were they supposed to make of this? Who was Vigilante, and what were they trying to do here? “I don’t understand.”
Vigilante held their hands up apologetically. “I’m sorry. I know this must be confusing for you. How about this: I promise to tell you the truth.”
“In exchange for what?” Hero asked, automatically suspicious.
“You learn quick, don’t you?” They gave Hero an appraising look. “I saw the way you can move around the city. I want to know if you’re as good as I think—and if I can keep up.”
“What are you proposing, then?”
“Why, a race, naturally,” Vigilante said as though it was obvious. “If you win, I’ll honestly answer one of your questions. And if I win… then you have to answer one of mine.”
Hero shifted, thinking it over. Was there a real harm? They were confident in their abilities, knew they could outrun the entire city any day of the week. But this Vigilante was a wild card. Hero had no idea what they knew or who they were spying for, or why they were willing to risk their job for a chat. Was it worth it to find out?
“All right,” they said slowly. “I agree to your terms.”
Vigilante clapped their hands together, the sound echoing softly. “Excellent. Town hall will be the ending point. Good luck-”
Hero didn’t bother waiting for them to finish. Without a glance backward, they leapt neatly over the edge of the roof, sliding down the wall at breakneck speeds until they hit a point low enough to jump onto the next building. From there, it was muscle memory: they had a map of the entire city in their mind, so it took no time to deduce the quickest route to town hall. It would be even faster now that Hero was motivated.
The wind had picked back up, biting into Hero’s bare arms as they sprinted across the rooftops, jumping over alley after alley with no hesitation. Streetlights glowed in their peripheries, passing by in a blur of yellow and gray. Their steps were light, and they hardly felt the concrete beneath their feet. A familiar rush rose in their body as the streets whipped by, and by the time they were halfway there they had almost forgotten that this was a race.
Beneath them, the city remained quiet, not a single soul daring to emerge from the safety of their apartments. Hero flitted past their darkened windows on their way up and down the buildings, distantly wondering how many inhabitants had caught a glimpse of their form that night. They never stopped to glance behind them where Vigilante was surely following, focusing solely on the path ahead of them.
Town hall was one of the shorter buildings in the area, making it invisible to Hero until they were almost right above it. They picked their way down the next wall so fast it felt like falling, not hesitating even a millisecond before soaring over a wide gap and landing on their feet. They let out a breath, turning around to see if their competitor had arrived. The sleek roof was completely barren, and Hero allowed themself a small smile. They hadn’t doubted their abilities, but felt satisfied nonetheless.
“Wow,” Vigilante said. Hero whirled, and there they stood, mere inches away. Hero hadn’t realized how tall they were, enough that Hero had to tilt their head back to look them in the eye. “I’m not easily impressed, but it’s like you’re flying up there.”
Hero couldn’t even begin to consider how Vigilante had possibly been so close behind them. They’d been chased many times before, by teammates and enemies alike, but no one had ever achieved a speed anywhere near Hero’s. How was this possible? Vigilante let out a chuckle at the puzzled look on their face.
“Not too bad myself, am I? No matter. You have something to ask me, don’t you?”
Hero pushed away the dozens of questions that had popped into their head in the past minute. They could figure out those mysteries another time. They had a more pressing one on their hands now. “Why is your client having you follow me?”
At this, Vigilante truly smiled. Moonlight reflected off of their sharp canines, shining bright against the night sky. For a split second, they were utterly terrifying. “So I can do this, of course.”
Hero frowned in confusion, and then a sharp sting in their arm forced them to look there in alarm. They stumbled backward instinctively, eyes wide, but it was too late. Vigilante cast the syringe aside with an expression of light contentment.
“No. No, you can’t-” A wave of dizziness washed over them, so disorienting that they nearly collapsed. Vigilante was at their side in a flash, supporting them with a strong arm around their waist. Hero tried with all their might to shove them away, but they held unflinchingly, gazing down at them as they struggled to fight whatever drugs were now in their system.
“Shhh. It’s all right.”
Hero could feel their limbs growing weaker as panic swelled in their mind, overwhelming their thoughts. “Vigilante, please don’t, please, n-no…” their voice trailed off as black crept into their vision, the world becoming fuzzy
“Sorry, dear.” Vigilante’s voice sounded as though it came from miles away. “I would’ve liked to see you fly again.”
Everything around them spun, turned on its axis, and blinked out of existence as Hero sank into the darkness.
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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — it's getting harder to hold off on bakugou or based on this excerpt
࿄ ! warnings - corruption? fingering. nsfw. / note. this was very highly anticpated lol :} ty guys! minors& blank blogs dni.
you’ve never really enjoyed sex. while that’s not really taboo to say as a woman (considering the vast & massive orgasm gap) you think you might as well give up at this point.
most guys that you’ve met are selfish and egotistical, in nature and in sexual prospects. they overrate their sexual experience, licking at a nipple slightly before plunging into your walls without a care for any telltale signs of arousal. was sex supposed to be painful and dry? either way, you were not interested in trying to disprove that hypothesis anymore. swearing to abstinence made more sense than try to fuck your way through a dry spell. nuh uh. never again.
when you start dating katsuki, you realise you can’t hold off on not doing the deed any longer. your boyfriend is an attractive, adonis of a man and the sexual tension is through the high angled roof of his penthouse whenever you come over to his place.
however it becomes every time, every single time, in which you deny his advances, push away at the brush of his pouty lips against your jaw, wriggling away from his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants, cutting off every passionate kiss with a pull of your teeth despite the damp spot that grows on your cotton panties. katsuki paid no mind to it at the beginning of your relationship; chalking it up to jitters and shyness.
but it gets to when you’re both in his bed together and it’s currently the furthest base you both have gotten to in regards to sexual endeavours. katsuki’s tongue delves deeper into your mouth and he uses an arm to wrap a leg around his waist. it’s only then when the gravity of the situation hits you. you panic and katsuki can feel you stiffening up.
katsuki pulls apart from the kiss and the hurt of the constant rejections is apparent through the furrow of his gold blond brows and the slight, dejected frown stretched across his lips.
“i get it,” katsuki huffs, breaking apart from your hold to get up and leave.
you panic again, and this time your heart sinks at the thought of katsuki leaving because of your constant shot downs and you sit up to pull him back down but the man is fast and he’s practically hulk so you decide on running in front of him to stop him.
you know you should’ve explained this to him before to prevent all of this stupid confusion but it’s embarrassing; the idea that you’ve never gotten off through sex even though you’re the furthest thing from a virgin. and even if you told him this half baked story, what would change? would he be any different from the others?
looking up at the red irises that bore into you so deeply and expectantly, you sigh. you finally tell him why you’ve been so avoidant to his advances with an indignant, worried wave of your hands, “it’s not you, it’s me”, and ,“i’ve never orgasmed through penetrative stimulation.”
katsuki raises a brow and you have to cover your face to hide the blooming pink spreading across your face when you tell him that “sex has just never been enjoyable for me… ‘m sorry for not telling you sooner.”
much to your surprise, you feel two hands pull at your waist before pulling your hands down off your face and the blond above you is smirking, so deliciously that your thighs subconsciously rub against it each other to prevent the ache that’s growing between them.
it’s also how you found yourself sat opposite his bedroom mirror, leaning against his bed with spread legs and with your back pressed against katsuki’s bare chest and your hands resting on his muscled forearms. all of your clothes are somewhere strewn across his bedroom - honestly, you can’t even care to remember, with the way your boyfriend has two fingers angled and dipped inside your dripping cunt.
it’s so noisy and so wet, and you should be flustered by it but with every squelch of his fingers dragging along the walls of your pussy, he brushes against that soft, cakey spot inside you and you’re already spasming. is this the third? the fourth? you don’t know how many times you’ve creamed all over his thick fingers and you can’t bring yourself to even look at the mess you’re definitely making.
but you can hear, no, feel how turned on katsuki is behind you. to think he’s the first man to ever make you feel this good, to make you orgasm so many times that you’re delirious with pleasure? he was going to ruin you so that whenever you were out and about without him, you’d think of him pressing his thumb languidly against your clit while he added another finger to stretch you out, to barrage an attack against the gooey spot inside your cunt until you couldn’t take it anymore.
katsuki drags his thumb off your clit to pinch at your nipple and to grab softly at your jaw so that you could see what he was doing to you in the mirror. the constant ministrations already have you hurtling towards another climax, if the erratic movements and heady gush of your cunt had anything to tell him.
“jus’ like that, princess,” he coos, “how about one more f’me? then i’ll give you my cock. how’s that sound, pretty girl?”
your bleary, wet eyes blink up at him and you weakly nod, as if you’re in a trance and katsuki chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before moving his fingers again.
synopsis: when reader is overwhelmed at a party & finds herself in unlikely company. (no fame au.) this is the second part, you can find the first part here.
warnings: smut, literally pure filth. minors do not interact. also unprotected sex, don’t try this at home kids! don’t be silly wrap your willy!
the music in the background becomes a soft lull of bass, as your ears almost completely tune it out. you fully let yourself transport into another world. your lips move in tandem with chris’ as your hand snakes up his shirt to feel his warm skin, your fingers tangled in loops of his soft hair. he’s breathing heavier now, puffing hot air into your lungs. you breathe him in, sucking his tongue and moaning as you feel him snake a hand to your butt, gripping it hard.
you find yourself unable to possibly get any closer to him, wanting to jump out of your skin into his if it was possible. your cheeks are burning, the cool breeze wafting through the slightly cracked window not seeming to help. his hips start to slowly roll into you, both his hands now coming up to cup your cheeks as he kisses you deep.
“i want to taste you.” chris whispers into your mouth between kisses, your foreheads bumping together.
you feel your pussy throb at the thought of him devouring you, his head between your legs. you nod, biting your lips as you help him hoist you up onto the bench top, your back leaning against the mirror. his eyes were a darker blue than you remember, swirling with lust. chris pushes your skirt up, revealing your panties that constricted your soaked pussy. a wet patch lay at your folds, and you feel a flush of shame wash over your body, and you cover your face with your hands.
“don’t be embarrassed.” he tells you, “it’s actually kinda hot.”
“oh.” you grin, lowering your hands.
“can i?” he asks, running his palms up your thighs.
you nod. “please.”
chris pulls your panties down to your ankles, and pushes your legs apart softly. you feel so exposed, the air coming in contact with your sex making you shudder. he begins peppering kisses over your inner thighs and pelvis, everywhere but where you needed him. you squirm impatiently, and he raises an eyebrow.
“relax.” he says softly, as he runs a finger down your folds to collect your slick.
seemingly testing the waters, he flattens his hot tongue against your pussy, licking a long stripe. you throw your head back against the mirror, letting out a pathetic whimper. chris uses his thumbs to pry you open, nuzzling his nose to your clit as he begins his assault on your starved pussy.
he was encased in your legs, his arms looped under your thighs and coming around to hold your lower stomach. one hand began to rub your sensitive bud in slow circles while the other held you open for him to dive his tongue in and out of your opening. you swear you saw stars, as he tongue fucked you. he dipped it in and out, collecting your juices and muffling his moans. you were a mess, moaning and squirming in his arms. his hand on your lower belly held you in place, as his finger left your clit and sunk into your walls.
“oh god!” you yelp, your hand quickly gripping onto a tuft of his hair.
chris pushed your thighs up so that they pressed against your stomach, folding you in half. he pumped his finger in and out of your leaking hole as he nuzzles his face into your pussy. you whimper and cry as his pace is relentless, feeling your orgasm building up in your lower stomach. you were embarrassed at how quickly you were going to finish, but you couldn’t help it, the way he had managed to work you up in such little time amazed you.
“chris i’m- oh!” you cry, feeling yourself convulse around his fingers as he helps you ride out the wave of your orgasm. your legs quiver in his grip, as he gives your pussy one last lick, soaking up your wetness.
as chris lowers your legs back down gently, you meet eye to eye with him. he swallows as he catches his breath, his hair mussed and lips glossy and puffed. you pull him in for a deep kiss, not caring that you could taste yourself on his tongue. he tosses his shirt off in one swift movement, and you quickly do the same- only leaving you in a bra and your skirt. he palmed your breasts, his whole hand encasing each one as he squeezed. you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, unsure if you were able to possibly pull him any closer.
you begin to palm his crotch, feeling his rock hard heat, but he stops you.
“you don’t have to.” he tells you breathlessly, his hands swiping down your cheeks to rest on your neck, his thumps at your lips.
you kiss the pads of them, “i want to.”
his tongue wets his lips, a devilishly handsome smirk adoring his face. no other words were needed. you take his thumb into your mouth, letting it rest on your hot tongue as you suck it briefly before letting go with a pop. chris’ eyes are fixed on you, mesmerised. he wastes no time in assisting you to undo and pull down his shorts, both of your hands fumbling together desperately. his shorts pool at his ankles, his cock visibly strained in his boxers.
you bite your lip as you feel your mouth water at the sight of him. you have never been so turned on in your life. you swap places, so chris leans against the counter, his chest slightly flushed as well as his cheeks and the tips of his ears that are peaking from under his hair. he stares at you with lidded eyes as you kneel, in direct eyeline with his boxers.
quickly and albeit a little awkwardly, you pull his boxers down to his thighs to reveal his weeping cock. it slaps up against his lower stomach, and your eyes go wide. god, he was beautiful everywhere. hesitantly, you grab his cock in your hand, feeling the weight and warmth. your mouth kisses the tip as your eyes look up to lock with his. he hisses, the look in his darkened blue eyes nothing short of pleading.
you slowly sink your mouth down his shaft, try to swallow as much of him as you could. realising just how inexperienced you were, you grabbed with your hand whatever you couldn’t get to. you felt a strange pleasure in the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat as hot tears began to prick your eyes. he breathed out gruffly, his hand running through your hair to push it out of your face. there was nowhere to hide now.
you suck him up and down slowly but deeply, lingering at his tip once you’d get there. you use his precum and your saliva as lube, pistoning your mouth up and down his shaft. you try your best to nuzzle your nose at his lower stomach, swallowing him whole, but you only last a few seconds before having to pull yourself back. you cough, and he lets out a primal groan.
“fuck.” chris groans, throwing his head back. “that felt so good.”
you look up at him, batting your lashes. “you liked that?”
“yeah.” he smiled, running his pointer finger over your jaw and eventually coming to hold your chin. “is it okay if i guide you?”
“mhm.” you hum, grinning wide, knowing it means he wants to use you as a toy and fuck your throat.
wanting to please him, you take a deep breath and open your mouth wider and take as much of him as you can, feeling him hit the back of your throat. he grabs the sides of your head, guiding you up and down his length. his pace quickens, starting to thrust into your mouth as you gargle on your saliva, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you clench your inner thighs together, wetness gathering at your folds.
“fuck, i’m not going to last much longer.” he warns, as he pulls you off of him, saliva running down your chin and dripping to your chest. it was filthy.
“then fuck me already.” you growl, grinning wide and feeling a surge of confidence through your body.
he helps you to your feet, embracing you in a hot kiss full of teeth and tongue. he grabs your hips and hoists you up onto the counter once more, flicking your skirt up. his dick was rock hard, seeping with precum. you pressed your foreheads together, as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him in closer.
“i don’t have a condom.” he tells you, as you begin to kiss down his neck.
“i don’t care.” you whisper against bod hot skin, just wanting him inside you already. it pained you to think you had to wait a second longer. he nods, seemingly convinced enough- you imagined his mind was blurred with only thoughts of sex just as yours was.
it was all so out of character for you, so foreign- but it was as if he awoken something deep inside of you that you’d struggle to tame.
you uncoil your bra, freeing your breasts. chris dives down to kiss them, holding them together and bouncing them. you moaned, lolling your head back. he sucked on each, licking and biting your rock hard nipples.
“even better than i imagined.” he says, palming and squeezing them.
“you were thinking about my tits?” you laugh, running a hand through his hair.
“well, yeah.” he chuckled, shrugging.
chris began to line up with your entrance, pumping himself lazily. his eyes locked with yours, biting his swollen lips. “make sure you tell me if anything doesn’t feel good or whatever, okay?”
spoken like a true gentlemen. you laugh at his nonchalant nature. “i will.”
he begins to sink the tip into your tight walls, and you hiss at the pressure. he looks at you worriedly, but you shake your head.
“sorry, it’s um…been a while.” you confess shyly.
chris smiles, ducking his head. “me too.”
relief washes over you, feeling a little less like a loser. he continued to push into you, and the slight pain begins to fade away as pleasure takes over. you leaned your foreheads together, breathing heavily as you adjusted to his size. you could see his freckles now, lightly spattered over his nose and cheeks- you imagined they became more visible in the summer.
you begin to nod, urging him onwards. chris grand your waist gently, not too hard, using it as leverage as he began to thrust in and out of you at a leisurely pace.
your jaw falls slack at the feeling, a guttural moan escaping you. you snake your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as he continued to thrust into you. you felt like a snake constricting it prey before it killed it. something primal in you was emerging.
“fuck.” chris groaned, his head falling to your shoulder. “you’re so tight.”
his thrusts only became more harsh, his pace not increasing but the roughness. it felt so ridiculous good you thought you’d pass out. your hips snapped together, his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist as he began to grunt at each thrust. you were sure you could get off just from hearing the pretty noises he would make in your ear.
it was passionate, not too tough or greedy- he wasn’t only trying to chase his own pleasure. he began thumbing your clit, and you moaned into his mouth, kissing him deeply. he was inside of you so deep you could feel him in your belly, his balls slapping against you. without notice, he pulled out of you, and you almost cried at the loss of contact.
“i’m gonna turn y’round.” he whispers, giving you a firm kiss before spinning you around. you rested your weight on your forearms, and poked your butt out for him to admire. you could see in the foggy reflection of the mirror the way he was looking at you, and it made your pussy flutter.
you yelped in pleasure as he thrust back into you without warning, bottoming out. he moaned messily as he gripped your waist with one hand and palmed your ass with the other. he began thrusting into your harder now, moaning filthily as his mouth hung open.
“faster, please.” you begged, a crying, sweaty mess.
“okay, pretty girl.” he purred, as he began to pump into you harshly, his pace quickening. he pound into you, your walls tightening around him as you felt your orgasm building once more. he lifted you up so your back was to his chest, bodies flush. he snaked an arm around your neck to hold you in place. chris fucked into you mercilessly, as you whimpered and cried for him to go faster, faster as you watched him fuck you through the mirror.
it was hot and filthy, sweat beading at your forehead and a light sheen covering your body. he thrust into you so hard you could barely speak- all you could do was whimper and cry.
“you look so pretty when you make those noises for me.” he praised, thrusting deep inside of you.
“oh god! i’m coming- fuck!” you cried, as you collapsed back onto your forearms, beginning to see stars once more. white hot light flashed around you, as your body shook rapidly as your orgasm took over. chris fucked you through it, your sensitive walls convulsing around him. you could feel he was about to finish, too.
“fuck.” he groaned, as his hips began to jerk. he quickly pulled himself out of you, and you watched in the mirror as he pumped his come all over your back (and probably your skirt).
you felt the sticky hot liquid coat you, and you smiled in satisfaction. he crept over your body to kiss your sweaty cheek. “let me clean you up.”
chris grabbed a bundle of toilet paper and ran it under the tap briefly. he wiped his mess from your skin, as you were collapsed into a heap against the counter, completely satisfied. like you were a hungry animal that had been a fed.
“sorry i um…i tried.” he laughs, pointing to your back.
“it’s okay, i appreciate the effort.” you smile, turning around to give him a slow, sultry kiss.
you pull apart from each other, now face to face once more, still both completely naked (save your skirt). he looked at you so sweetly, like he hadn’t just done the most filthy, vile things to your body. his hair was a mess, his cheeks and chest still flushed and lips puffy. he wasn’t real, you were convinced.
you both got dressed in silence, the weight of the situation starting to come into affect. you couldn’t believe what you’d done, it was so not like you- to not only hook up with someone at a party but someone like chris sturniolo? it was insane. at highschool you never would’ve thought you’d have a chance with him.
“so um, what now?” chris said, snapping you out of your daydream.
you looked over at him, his singlet sticking to his body and muscles taught and sweaty.
“i guess we go down stairs and act like nothing happened.” you shrug, saddened by the thought but knowing it was what would usually happen in these situations.
“or, we could go somewhere else?” chris suggested, zipping his shorts back up.
your heart fluttered, and you swore you felt it skip two beats. “somewhere else?”
he nods, grabbing your hand. “you could come back to my house, matt wouldn’t mind. the van has plenty of room.”
“okay.” you smile giddily. you couldn’t believe this was happening, there was no way this beautiful man wanted to spend more time with you.
chris tucks a hair behind your ear. “what d’you say?”
“why not.” you shrug, trying to act nonchalant as you thread your fingers through his to hold onto his hand tighter.
you and chris quickly make your way down the stairs, hand in hand, as he drags you through the thick crowd of drunk and high twenty-somethings, the music so loud you could feel it in your throat. never had you felt so alive.
jealous mark leaving bruises on your thighs, eating you out for hours after you flirt with others in front of him -🐡
yess this so much<33
+mean!mark, lowkey toxic, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it yall), wall sex
when you had first met mark, you'd been told he was nice.
such little information to start off such a large part of your life. but it was true, he was nice. he was he boyfriend who always had a hair tie on his wrist for you and let you keep his sweater- so many times that he'd had to buy more. after your first date, he'd remembered your coffee order, which was such a small gesture but it just confirmed everything you'd heard. he was nice.
but you never really settled for nice.
well, you did. you'd been dating him for nearly a year now, and there's no way you'd trade him for any other guy. but you did always crave a bit more.
and you weren't stupid. you'd seen the way his jaw clenches when jaemin makes a joke you giggle at, or when donghyuck wrapped his arm around your shoulder and quipped stealing you from mark. no, you definitely weren't stupid enough to miss the way he dragged you home, barely making it through the front door without pushing you against the wall and kissing you feverishly.
so you pushed him.
it was so simple, with him being so easy to read. you'd brushed him off to go study with renjun, or came back from a run with jeno in those yoga pants he loved so much. and when donghyuck had sent you a text about a new bar opening not too far away, you'd left it open on your phone, right in front of mark.
and of course, his jaw had clenched and he'd looked between you and the phone, tapping his fingers as if that was going to help him calm down.
"can i come?"
you'd pretended not to hear him, pulling your hair up and furrowing your brows until he'd asked again, this time with an edge in his voice. and you'd cheerily said yes, asking him to pick between a velvety navy dress and a red one, to which he had immediately gone for the blue one.
"donghyuck likes this one best too!" you giggled, turning to pick out a pair of heels. "he says this is his favorite pair of heels to go with it."
donghyuck had said nothing of the sort. in fact, he'd expressly told you that you sucked at walking in heels, and had strutted back and forth half-drunk the last time you'd worn them. but the effect on mark was instantaneous and ideal.
"i'm starting to think you're dating donghyuck." he was obviously trying for a joking tone, but the words came out raspy and deeper than normal. "i thought my opinion was most important."
"aww babe..." you coo, walking over to face him, fingers running over his shoulder to fix the wrinkle he hadn't bothered to notice. "know your place."
you were halfway surprised he hadn't just pulled you into bed then, but some 20 minutes later you'd managed to make it into the booth donghyuck had reserved, sipping at a sweet cocktail that tasted like a mix of pineapple and vodka that hyuck had shoved in front of you, demanding you try it.
mark had not seemed amused.
but you had, and you'd proceeded to take it from him and claim it as your own. hyuck had left, mumbling something about buying more drinks and getting fries.
"what in the world made you so upset?" you whine, sliding into the seat next to mark and tugging at his cheek. "don't tell me you wanted to try the drink."
his eyes roll and he moves away from you, scrunching his nose like a child. "i don't want donghyuck's nasty ass drink."
"this is why i like him more than you." you quip, mirroring his expression. "hyuck is fun and you-"
the drink is pulled from your hands and downed before you can realize what had happened. the whole drink, even the bright red cherry that you'd been saving for last. you'd protest, but jaemin is already sliding next to you, jeno right behind him.
jaemin is already talking, something about how jeno had burned a hand towel while cooking, and you're distracted for just a moment, just enough time to miss mark's triumphant half smile when he puts the glass back on the table. and he doesn't even like pineapple.
somehow, mark's final straw is when donghyuck returns to the table, balancing a 5 different drinks in his arms. three of the cocktails, one topped with a strawberry that he puts in front of jaemin, who rolls his eyes and pulls the strawberry off, pressing it against your lips expectantly. you grin, biting at it as jaemin flashes a middle finger at donghyuck before finally trying the cocktail. the other two drinks, beers, go in front of mark and jaemin, the former downing it all at once at the sight of jaemin feeding you.
donghyuck drops into the seat next to jaemin, pushing your drink in front of you with a roll of his eyes. "honestly, mark, why am i buying drinks for your girl. at this point, she'd might as well just date me."
the speed at which mark stands is shocking. he's away from the table before anyone can move to stop him, and he's downing a drink before at the bar you had even reached him. the empty glass drops from his hand, and the other wraps tightly around your wrist. there's a misty, far off look in his eyes, like he cant really see past whatever emotion is shining in his dark eyes.
"mark are you okay? come sit down" you murmur, tugging your wrist weakly back to you. "donghyuck was just joking, he was just messing around."
he's silent for a moment- which is incredibly unusual for the usually chatty man, but even more unusual because the look in his eyes isn't the normal misty-eyed in-love look that makes your heart flutter. no, there's distain in his eyes, a weird fury that could be directed at you or donghyuck or anyone.
"i'm leaving." he snaps, sliding a twenty dollar bill onto the dark wood of the bar. "you can go home with donghyuck."
"i'm going too!" you protest, struggling a bit to keep up with his long stride. "mark let's talk about thi-"
"shut up." his voice is harsher than usual, and deeper too. it's like his morning voice, but less raspy from sleep and more raspy for pure anger. but it shut you up, just like he knew it would. "you're such a brat. do you need more than one guy? are you a fucking slut?"
no
but your lips stay pressed together. he's not even really talking- it feels more like spitting insults by the way his voice has changed from its normal tone- but his words are still filling your stomach with warmth. he's really angry, his eyes are dark and he's standing like he's a moment away from yelling or something, but he looks really fucking hot like that.
"you are, aren't you? you don't have anything to say for yourself?" he snaps, and you step forward, not quite knowing if you want to calm him down or see what happens when he snaps.
"i'm sorry mark, i-"
"not this time, babe. i don't even think you're smart enough to know what that means." he's stepping towards you, his voice dropping further than you'd known was possible. "sluts only understand one thing, right? getting fucked is the only thing you understand."
yeah he's really fucking hot like this.
he doesn't touch you the whole way home. not once, and he barely manages to look at you. he looks pissed off, his jaw is tight and his eyes are darker than ever. but when the door closes-
"i should make you choke on my dick, but you'd probably get off on that, wouldn't you?" it feels like he's towering over you, your back pressed to the wall. "i think i'll just fuck you right here instead."
his fingers are pressing the hem of your dress up, his other hand closing around your wrist until you get the hint to hold the skirt in place. and then his hand is wandering under your panties, barely giving you a moment to prepare for two of his fingers pressing into you.
"you're already dripping. is it for donghyuck, or is it for me? do you even know the difference?" hes able to find the spot that makes your legs go weak so fast you dont have time to prepare, you knees buckling and your face pressing into his shoulder. "maybe we should both fuck you and find out if you're smart enough to tell."
you should both fuck me and find out
you don't say that, of course. even if you did want to rile him up, you wouldn't be able to say it with the way he's pressing his fingers into you. and then he's not anymore, and your hand almost drops from your skirt to grab him and press him back, but he's already on his knees and oh god-
his tongue is so rough, and so hot, and it's fucking everywhere. on your clit, and then pressing into you, and then it's replaced by his fingers again and he's sucking on your clit and you can't tell if it's pain or pleasure but your legs aren't working properly and the only thing keeping you from sliding down the wall is his hand pressed against your stomach, keeping you in place.
he was normally more careful, more caring, but hes so fucking rough today that the knot in your stomach forms without you even noticing. his tongue is on your clit, still, but its light, not nearly enough pressure to do anything but make you want more. and the contrast with the way his fingers are roughly pressing into you hurts- it feels wrong, but it doesnt stop you from begging for him. he mumbles something, but you just tangle your fingers in his hair.
wrong move.
"hold the fucking dress or i rip it." he snaps, grasping both of your wrists in one hand while he stands. his other hand goes to undo his belt, and you can feel tears welling up and your eyes. "or are you too dumb for that too?"
yes, no, maybe, just please let me cum.
"no" you mumble, returning your hand to your skirt and hiking it up. your thoughts don't dare to leave your lips, you'd never get to cum again if they did. "im not too dumb."
"good girl. now jump."
you're pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped around him and his dick pressing into you just slightly. he's teasing, letting the head of his cock sink into you just to pull out again.
"beg, darling. you have to show me you know how to behave." his voice isn't angry anymore, but the deepness and rasp are still there. he's teasing, he's being mean and he knows it.
"mark please, i wan't you so bad please-" your words are slurred as you try to shift your hips to envelop him properly. "please, i don't want donghyuck i want you."
his hips snap forward the moment hyuck's name leaves your lips. it hurts, but barely and you're already begging for more, the slurred words escaping your lips without you even thinking.
"say his name again, baby, since you want him so bad." he says, his lips on your neck. "be a good girl and say his name for me."
"donghyuck please" you whine, and he's pulling out only to slam back in again. "don't tease anymore, please, donghyuck"
he's slamming into that spot that makes your sight fill with white and you're moaning hyucks name like a slut, like the slut he thinks you are. he's cooing something in your ear and you can barely hear it above the sound of his hips hitting yours, and he's somehow managed to move a hand to your clit, pressing down just hard enough that the pleasure sits right on the line of pain.
"hyuck im so close" you whine, letting your dress drop and your hands dig into his shoulders. "it feels so good"
and then he stops.
"nononono please" your voice is shaky and you might be crying, you can't tell anymore. "hyuck- mark, please no"
"sluts don't get to cum." he says flatly, pulling out of you and letting you stand on shaky legs. "moaning for him like that- let him finish you off."
he steps back, and you stumble towards him, almost tripping with how horribly your legs are shaking. "you didn't cum yet. let me make you cum, mark, please."
"oh baby, i can always jerk off. you can't get off without me, we both know that." he presses a kiss to your forehead, and you're grasping at his arms weakly, but he just pulls your hands off and steps back again. "goodnight, baby. sleep well."
and then he's gone, somewhere up the stairs. you're still standing there when the shower starts, your legs shaking from the memory of his touch. like a slut.
uhm am i back? mayhaps
anyway 🐡 im so sorry if the eating out scene is not nearly as long as requested, i rewrote it like 4 times and i don't think i got it right but i hope its still okay! and im horribly sorry for the long wait time, life was kicking my ass.
I definitely believe in technology gods! What are the internet gods that you are talking about specifically? I'm very curious
Hello!
Not sure what this was in reference to, but I’m going to assume I mentioned Hermes.
The Gods I’m going to mention will all be Greek, because I’m most familiar with them!
I count any messenger Gods or Gods of communication as technology Gods! Hermes and Iris are my favorite to talk about, but really all of them count as technology Gods in my opinion. Technology works together and lets people communicate and connect with each other, which is the domain of these Gods.
I also see many Gods of crafts and science as technology Gods. Athena and Hephaestus, Apollon, etc etc.
And then there are Gods that have more individual correlations with technology. Aphrodite, for example, has domain over dating apps. Ares has domain over competitive games. Zeus has domain over weather apps, Demeter over farming games, Hygieia over clearing out your phone, etc.
I’m not sure if there are any deities of technology specifically, but I see most deities as having some form of rule over aspects of technology.
It was rare for the two of you to be so comfortably settled in each other's embrace as you spent this fine evening cuddling while watching a show. It wasn’t until you noticed the absence of your phone that you began to shift in their arms. Despite their protests, you stood up from your previously comfortable position as you began terrorizing the set up. Blankets thrown, boyfriend forcibly moved and finally, you lift up the pillow that was once resting under your head and find the device. “I uh, I found it” you mumble sheepishly towards them:
Tsukishima would be annoyed, especially since he had finally gotten comfortable. Nevertheless, he had other things to do and now was as good of a time to start on it. Would leave you to clean up the mess you made and with the desire to continue cuddling. If you ask nicely enough, he would bring all his homework and sit next to you while he did it so you could still cuddle against him.
Hinata couldn’t help but laugh at the situation despite being all but thrown across the room. He’s honestly just eager to cuddle again so he would quickly help you replicate the set up and would take his previous position.
Yamaguchi would just sigh a bit, but anyways would help you set everything back up. Just wants to get back to cuddling so he can finally start the next episode. Would check with you once again that you had your phone with you before laying back down and uses this opportunity to switch positions so he could be the small spoon
Kageyama couldn’t help but become a little pouty. He was so comfortable yet you pulled him up with strength he didn’t know you had, all for it to be under the pillow. “Baka” he mutters as he wordlessly gets back into his spot and pulls you in, holding you extra tight to make sure you don’t move again. Aggressively cuddles you for the rest of the night and grumbles every once in awhile about the whole ordeal.
pls forgive me for not posting in so long (and if this was bad lol). feedback is always appreciated and I promise i’m working on other stuff to post!
