What do you mean this wasn’t how this episode went
Bitch, I’m crying, this is amazing
Summary: Tom and you go to the Late Late Show with James Corden and some secrets come out.
Word count: 2.4k+.
Pairing(s): Tom Hiddleston x Reader.
Warning(s): cursing.
Author’s Note: this was requested by @hiddlestonstansworld! I hope you enjoy it love!
You and Tom were on your seventh month anniversary when you went to The Late Late Show with James Corden. Backstage, you two were on the same room watching the show from a TV while sitting on a couch.
“What do you think of this one?” You show him a picture: you in pajamas, him in a suit. It was before the GQ Awards. He was grabbing you by the waist, both of you smiling at each other. “Is it suggestive enough?”
He frowned. “We have more suggestive pictures,” he replied, a smirk on his face.
“I’m not about to post a picture of us kissing.”
Tom sighed. “Love, we don’t have to come forward if you don’t want to.”
“But you want to,” you said. “And I want to, too, just… it makes me nervous. The reactions and…,” you sighed.
“I know.”
He grabbed one of your hands and kissed the back. You put that same hand on his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb.
You heard a knock on the door. “Come on in,” you allowed.
A crew member opened the door, not even having time to notice your situation. She just said, “Time for you, guys.”
Tom got up first and you stretched your arms, him helping you out of the couch and walking behind you with a hand on your back like he always did.
You two stood behind a curtain as James began the introduction. “You guys ready to eat some nasty shit?” She asked you.
“Hm… Yes?” You mumbled, making Tom chuckle.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tom Hiddleston, everybody!”
The curtains opened and the audience greeted you with cheers and applause. You waved at them, smiling. Tom shook James’ hand and you gave him two kisses, one in each cheek, gotten used to greeting like that after being in England for a while.
“C’mon, c’mon. (Y/N), you go there.”
It was a round table filled with inedible food that stunk. You caught a couple of names: cow’s tongue and sardine smoothie.
“Oh my Gosh, this smells disgusting,” you stated.
At the table, you were on the right side and Tom sat across from you, James in the seat that faced the audience.
“So, how you guys doing?” James asked you two.
“I was fine until I smelled all this stuff,” you answered.
“Oh, and wait till you eat it. It’s repulsive,” James joked, the audience laughing. “These are the rules: Tom will ask me a question, I’ll ask (Y/N) and she’ll ask Tom. For each question, you have to pick a food if the person decides not to answer the very personal question,” he explained. “So, this is our menu for the day…” The camera did a close-up. “A cow’s tongue, sardine smoothie…”
“Christ…” Tom mumbled.
“Clam juice, a thousand-year-old egg, calf’s brain…”
“Fuck, that stinks.”
“Bird saliva; cod sperm, which I’m still not sure how they get; and our old, classic buddy: bull’s penis.”
“This is the last time I come to your show, James,” you stated.
James and the crowd laughed. “So… who wants to go first?”
You kept quiet, chuckling to yourself. Tom sighed. “I’ll make the sacrifice.”
“Okay, very good!” James clapped. “I applaud your bravery, sir. (Y/N), pick a food for Mr. Hiddleston here.”
You were going to spin the table, but instead, you asked, “Can I read the question first?”
“Sure, sure.”
When you read the question, you chuckled and blushed at the same time. “Since I’m not sure if you’re going to answer or not, I’ll give you… the thousand-year-old egg..” You spun the table until the thousand-year-old eggs were in front of him. They had green and blue colours.
Tom chuckled. He took one of the small, invisible cups out of the three and smelled. He squinted strongly and shivered. “That’s repulsive,” Tom commented.
“Tom, you’re a renowned, talented actor who has done over twenty movies, nineteen TV shows, and ten plays…” The audience began applauding. “Yes!” You clapped as well. When it died down, you continued the question. “Have you ever… done any of those characters in bed? And if so, which one?”
Tom’s jaw dropped. James was laughing hysterically and you were jumping up and down on your chair, excited about the outcome.
You knew the answer to this question.
“You’re joking!” Tom exclaimed.
“That’s what the card says!” You said, leaving the card on a side.
Tom sighed, passing his index fingers through his brows, looking at the egg in front of him, deciding whether or not to answer the question. “What’s it gonna be, Tom?”
He smelled the egg again. “I can’t eat this.”
“Then answer,” you suggested, a smirk on your face.
Tom lied back on his chair, rubbing his jaw. Then, he dropped the bomb, “Loki. I’ve done Loki.”
The audience rioted. You started dancing on your chair, smiling. James couldn’t hold back his laughter. “I can’t believe it!” James exclaimed.
“I can!” You replied. “You shall kneel before your new king, Loki, of Asgard,” you imitated Tom as Loki, the audience laughing and James clapping.
“Next!” Tom said, attempting to divert the attention from his recent confession. “James, your turn.” Tom read the question first and bit his lower lip to keep the laugh in, but he snorted. He spun the table, James landing on the: “Bird saliva.”
“You’re an evil man, Hiddleston.”
Tom cleared his throat, a mischievous smile on his face. “James; you’re the producer of Drop the Mic and are often invited to rap battle other artists, but you almost never win even when some of your rhymes are better than the ones from your opponent. So, is it true that the show is rigged?”
James looked at this crew as the audience laughed. “Who wrote these?!” He exclaimed. “No!” James defended himself for around forty-five seconds before drinking from the bird’s saliva… and puking it in a bucket. “That’s fucking disgusting.” The audience laughed. “Okay, (Y/N), since you made Tom confess he roleplays in bed, I will give you…” Tom chuckled. “The clam juice.”
You winced. “I can smell it from here…” The confession made the audience laugh. You sighed. “Hit me.”
James read the question to himself and chuckled. “(Y/N)…”
“Yes?”
“Your character in Avengers: Infinity War, Karma, died during Thanos’ snap; but a photograph from set got leaked last week, where we see your character in a new suit…” James took out the photograph, showing it to the audience.
“No!” You shouted, burying your face in your hands.
Tom couldn’t stop laughing. “So, my question is… what is the truth?”
You took a deep breath, one of your hands in a glass of clam juice. “You want to know the truth?”
“Yeah!”
“Well, the truth is…”
And you chugged down half a glass of clam juice pinching your nose. The audience was clapping and you heard shouting, James was laughing like crazy and Tom was supporting you, exclaiming:
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
You left the glass back on the table and drank water. You looked at James straight in the eye. “…I ain’t no snitch, Corden.”
James and you laughed hysterically as Tom clapped. When the audience settled down, you asked Tom how much he’d made during his time at the MCU… He ate the bull’s penis and proceeded to spit it in a bucket.
Tom asked James when was the last time he’d had sex… and James answered, confessing he did the Devil’s Tango the night before.
James asked you what castmate you liked the least from Avengers: Infinity War, and you wouldn’t have hesitated to eat up… if a calf’s brain wasn’t staring at you.
“I know who this one is,” Tom informed.
“You do?” James inquired.
“Truth be told, I liked him while shooting, just afterwards…” You grunted, putting aside the calf’s brain. “Dave Bautista,” you admitted.
Tom’s eyes widened. “I can’t believe you said it,” he said, his voice almost drowned by the audience’s noise and James’ loud reaction.
“I was not going to eat that!” You took a deep breath.
“Gosh, this tea is scalding,” James said. “(Y/N), time to ask Tom a question.”
When you grabbed the card and read the question, your eyes went wide and your heartbeat sped up. You could feel your hands starting to sweat.
You spun the table. “A cow’s tongue,” you said, “for the answer to the following question…“ You tried your best for your voice not to come out shaky since your legs were going up and down under the table. “Tom, how many of the relationships you’ve had haven’t gone public? Name those people.”
You remained silent.
If it had to be there, then it had to be. You weren’t going to force Tom to eat a cow’s tongue if he could tell the truth…
“Wait, no. No naming. That’s an invasion of privacy of people who aren’t comfortable with that information being out in the open,” Tom demanded.
“I think that’s cool,” you supported him.
“Very well… Tom, speak now or eat the cow’s tongue.”
“Well… I believe the only serious relationship I’ve had that hasn’t gone public is the one with my current partner.” You heard gasps from the crowd and one from James. “She’s not certain about, you know, telling everyone, so I gave her the option to come forward when she wanted to, and how she wanted to.”
You grinned, your heart fuzzy from the statement. “Whoa, mate… And do you love her?” James inquired.
“Like a moth loves the light, James.”
Tom had confessed his love for a woman on live television. He’d never done anything like that…
Was he that sure about you two?
And as Tom asked James a question about which kid he preferred and made him drink a sardine smoothie, you admired Tom:
He was wearing a blue suit without a tie, his hair was perfectly done and brushed and he didn’t have his glasses, his eyes available for everyone to see clearly.
He was well-mannered, but also laid-back. He was professional but funny at the same time. He was that person that could make your IQ go up thirty points and could dance to any genre of music (even salsa). Everyone liked him… and how could they not? He had that smile. The kind of smile that kept you warm during the winter.
The kind of smile that outshined the sun.
“Okay, (Y/N), last question.” You snapped out of your train of thought when James mentioned your name. This time, he read the question first. He laughed to himself.
“Stop,” you requested.
“Okay, okay. Since I want to make sure you’ll answer this, we’ll go with the…” He spun the table, stopping it in front of three small cups of what seemed to be tiny, white pudding-textured sausages. “…Cod’s sperm.”
“How dare you?” You told James. “How…”
“You’re gonna have to answer the question.” James cleared his throat. “(Y/N), you admitted to a fan in Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen that you had a partner…”
The crowd went, “Uhhh.”
“Is that relationship still going? And if so, who are they?” James finished the question.
Tom pursed his lips. You brought the cod sperm to your nose, and you gagged when you smelled it.
“Nope, no, definitely not gonna happen.” You put the sperm back on its tray. “I wouldn’t feed this to my siblings, and I’ve fed them some shit.”
The audience laughed. “So what are you gonna do?” Tom inquired.
You could see it in his eyes: he wanted you to answer, but he’d never say it. He’d never pressure you to do it if you weren’t ready.
But you were.
“I do have a partner,” you confessed. James’ jaw dropped. “He is… kind and intelligent and talented and…” You stared right into Tom’s eyes, “…he’s sitting across from me.”
The audience gasped and cackled to James’ reaction. “WHAT?!” James looked at you both back and forth. “You… and you…”
“Yep,” Tom confirmed.
James’ eyes widened and his mouth opened. “James!” You snapped your fingers in front of him, bringing him back to reality.
“This was Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with Marvel Sweethearts, Tom Hiddleston and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! We’ll be right back!”
Marvel Sweethearts became a term in the Marvel fandom that same night. It was two-and-thirty in the morning, and Tom was waiting for you outside as you picked up your things from the room.
You’d taken off your heels and replaced them with slippers.
“You ready?” He asked you when you walked out.
“Yes, sir.”
“Let me.” He took your bag and put it over his shoulder.
People in the hallway were already clearing out to go home since the show had ended.
“Thanks.”
“No, thank you,” he replied and you frowned, encountering his blue, harmonious eyes gazing back at yours. “I know it wasn’t easy to make our relationship public, so…”
“No, actually it was.”
Tom’s the one who frowned this time. “What?”
“Yeah…” You held his hand. “I realised that I wanted to share with the world that the person I go home to every night is the brightest star in the sky… and in Hollywood, just that people haven’t realised it yet.”
He chuckled and kissed the back of your hand, pecking you on the lips afterwards. “Let’s go home, love.”
You nodded, offering him a half smile. “Yeah, let’s.”
And you walked through the hallway to make your way out of the building while holding hands.
SYNOPSIS: you’re megumi’s best friend first, but you can’t help also being his dad’s biggest mma fan
PAIRING — mma!toji fushiguro x uni!reader
CONTENT — MDNI, angst, NSFW, filthy, age gap, nsfw, thigh riding, pet names, MAJOR spit kink, virginity loss, corruption kink, spanking, cheating, daddy kink, pussy slapping, cunninglingus, creampie, unprotected, dacriphilia,
A/N — end of fic for informational + donation links 🍉
you were just a girl. and being a girl you obviously fangirled over silly things.
it varied really. you fangirled over one piece, aot, video game characters, film characters, peaky blinders, game of thrones, k-dramas, and of course sports. you had silly crushes on soccer players, but the one athlete who truly dominated your heart was the best mma fighter of all time and that was none other than, Toji Fushiguro.
“megumiiii!” you run over to the boy, throwing yourself on his back making him stumble, just as yuuji came, also jumping on megumi.
nobara was running as well with her shopping bags and boba before gasping for air by the time she reached the doorstep of the fushiguro household.
“we missed you!” yuuji whines. the three of you decided to pay megumi a visit after his weeklong absence due to his cold.
“get off me.” he grunts.
“it’s okay! we don’t care that you’re sick!” you dramatically cry out, yuuji crying as well as you kiss megumi’s cheek—
“It’s not because I’m sick, but because you idiots are heavy!” megumi shoves you and yuuji as he stumbles back. his vein was throbbing on his forehead, only making the three of you bark with laughter.
“y/n, and I will cook for you!” nobara was already shoving her way inside as you trailed after. taking over the fushiguro kitchen as yuuji dragged megumi back inside, crashing in the living room. everyone making themselves at home, as if they’ve lived here for years. megumi didn’t say anything. only commenting about not burning their hands again, because the truth is megumi missed them too.
snuggling into the blanket, yuuji played the new game megumi had bought. nobara had maki on speaker as she tried to give instructions on the new curry recipe. while you lounged on the counter scrolling through your phone—
“smells good.” the deep voice sent shivers down your spine. you glanced up to see the man you fantasized about, before even meeting megumi. you’d known megumi since your first year at university. but it wasn’t until you made a joke about how him and the mma fighter have the same last name did everything click.
“ya, he’s my dad.” your fate was sealed. you could never ever ever have sex with your idol, because he was your best friends dad.
how the heavens have cursed you.
but that didn’t stop you from always trailing behind the man. smiling brightly, rambling about your classes, telling him about how the professor hates you but loves megumi. you’re happy he never noticed the way your cheeks would sting every time you’d speak to him, or when he’d look at you, or when he’d pat your head, or when he’d-
“nobara is about to burn it though,” you mutter, behind your hand, toji looking over at nobara who’s sweating bullets as she tries to figure out how long she should be cooking this.
“so you’re not doing anything?” he muses, your lips part.
“I was! she just doesn’t need help right now,” you retort, sitting up, but toji’s hand lands on your head, beckoning you to follow him. “I need help moving some things.” a furious heat rushed up your body, the feeling of being needed by him sent you spiraling.
“oh okay!” you immediately perk, bouncing off the seat as you follow toji. his lips turning when he sees you trailing so quickly behind him like a cute puppy.
“why’re you throwing this stuff?” you frown seeing the boxes stacked in the basement.
“not throwing it, I’m moving it to the gym.”
“oh, good,” you smile, bending down to lift the boxes—
“woah, sweetheart.” your skin burns as toji pressed a hand to your waist. “I just need your help holding the door and opening the trunk.”
his chuckle made your cheeks warm. “I’ll still help!” you turn back around, but toji stops you with a sigh.
“fine, grab these,” he hands you a single framed picture, and nudges forward to get the door. you were ready to complain before you noticed the photo in your hands. “door.”
“sir, this is like the best photo ever! this is the original one right!?” you suddenly gush holding the door open. toji hums, carrying three stacked boxes as he walks out of the basement, heading out to the driveway.
“this was when you beat Kenjaku in a knockout and finally won your first title!” your eyes were fixated on the photo as you rambled on and on about how you’ve never seen the real thing, and how you remember your dad flipping a table out of how excited he was.
toji sat the boxes on the ground, turning to look at you.
“how long have you been a fan?” he was curious. i mean he trains yuuji after he opened his gym, ready to retire in a year, but the rest of megumi’s friends were never as interested in him as you were.
“since this fight,” you beam, finally looking up. your heart thumps at the look he’s giving you. “you’re just cool,” you mutter in embarrassment, cheeks flushed beyond measure. you lean into the trunk, sliding the framed photo carefully. your sweater riding up as you stretch your arms…
tojis eyes trail down to the bare skin, his pupils dilating at the sight.
“what’s this?”
his thumb suddenly caresses the skin of your hip making you jump. turning sharply, toji looks at the mark that peaks out of your pants.
“oh, i got a tattoo,” you lean against the trunk, lifting your shirt a bit. the tattoo was an olive branch that started from just outside your hip, and with your finger you motioned over your pants where it ended, the inside of your thigh.
“I didn’t know you liked tattoos,” he mutters, still brushing the top of the tattoo. your ears were burning, his hands were so big, you liked how rough his thumb was against your soft skin.
“don’t tell anyone,” you lower your voice, motioning toji to glance up at you as you talk behind your hand, as if someone were actually here. it was endearing. “but kyo was afraid of getting one himself, so he begged me to get one with him.” he clenched his jaw.
kyo…the low-life scum that megumi always had the pleasure of telling him about, mainly about how he was dirt compared to you. how you deserve better. how nobara hates him to death. and yet you’ve now been dating for almost two full semesters.
toji’s voice dropped. “so he forced you?”
“no!” you shook your head, almost breaking into a laugh. “as if anyone can force me to do anything.” you wave off the older man, still laughing as you head back to the basement.
toji hadn’t noticed how warm his cheeks were until you walked way. swearing under his breath he picked up the boxes shoving them in the truck. what was it about you?!
“yuuji you keep dropping your shoulder after you kick!” you whine, leaning over the ring as you watch yuuji spar toji.
“I’m not!”
“you are!”
“am not!” yuuji receives a blow to his dropped shoulder, toji finally hitting it on the nail that yes, you were right.
“told you,” you mutter, yuuji huffs, glaring over his shoulder at you.
“stop picking on him, y/n.” toji unwraps his gloves, noticing the way your eyes avert.
“how about you spar him, since you’re so good,” yuuji spits, his cheeks flushed and slightly out of breath.
“no, we have to go. we’ve been here long enough,” kyo groans from his position on the bench. he came to pick you up, but you told him to wait, wanting to see how much yuuji has improved. it was also the second time toji has met him. the moment kyo stepped into the gym, he was on his phone, only leaning down for you to peck his cheek before you came rushing back to the ring. arrogant prick, thought toji.
“five more minutes,” you reply, pulling your sweater off as you rush into the ring. you bounce up to toji grabbing yuuji’s gloves who almost laughs at kyo’s irritated expression.
“you ever spar before?” toji helps you put the gloves on. your lips part—
“she has!” yuuji interrupts, before you can lie.
“just a little martial arts,” you frown at yuuji, who grins even wider.
“nah, she’s like a black belt in Jujutsu—“
“taekwondo,” you correct with a spit.
“either way, don’t hold back on her!” yuuji cackles, sticking his tongue out as you move to lunge at him, but toji wraps an arm around your waist pulling you back to him. he notices kyo glance with a raised brow, his hand was splayed on your stomach, gently calming you. your cheeks flush, as you hum. toji pulls away, side-eyeing kyo briefly, turning his attention back to you.
“okay okay, let’s see what you got,” toji fixes the helmet on your head, before stepping back. you pound your fists together eyes glinting as toji immediately sees what you’re trying to do. he does his signature start, pounding his fists twice, creating a booming clap with each one.
“okay,” you smile, getting into your start. your hands are up by your face, blocking off your body as you stand to the side instead of squared off in the middle.
“FIGHT!” yuuji shouts, you immediately shift inside, throwing your leg up to catch the top of his helmet.
“whew!” toji brushes the kick off with a whistle, a grin spreading across his lips. “not bad.” he fixes his hands up. “keep going, sweetheart.”
you’re smiling too bright. cheeks flaming as you rush in for another kick. you completely lost track of time as you sparred the renowned fighter. he easily blocked or dodged your kicks, his fists were light taps as he got you a couple times. nothing compared to the harder blows he gave yuuji. he obviously held back, but he still entertained the living hell out of you. fueling your blood as you went harder, and with a little luck, and toji getting distracted by the sweat trickling down your full bouncing chest, you landed kick to his stomach.
“oh shit.” you mutter.
“oh shit!” yuuji repeats stunned. megumi and nobara sit up noticing the sudden silence.
“ohhhhhhhhhh fuck yeahhh!” you scream, jumping up and down as you toss the helmet off and yuuji joins you as you celebrate the tiny victory that felt like the most incredible win in the world!
toji is cackling, rolling his eyes as he takes his gear off. megumi quirks a curious brow when he notices the way toji’s looking at you.
“settle down,” he pats your head. his expressions shifts once you glance up at him, your pretty lips all wet as you heaved, sweat rolling down the tops of your smooth tits. his green eyes glance away, clearing his throat, a sting spreading across his face. “next time you can spar yuuji.”
your face brightens as you turn to your friend. nobara was already leaning into the ring as she started laughing, recording her entire bit. “y/n will definitely beat your ass!!”
“as if!” the three of you start arguing, until after a moment you look up.
“where’d kyo go?” the bench was empty, your bag laying there by itself.
“left awhile ago,” megumi answers. toji glances over, noticing the way your cute brows pinched together, clearly upset.
“cmere, lemme give you some pointers,” toji calls you over. your feet carrying you easily. the three friends huddle around as they do their work. nobara occasionally glancing up to see you sitting on the mat as toji casually sat in front of you.
“y/n is the only person that can get mr. fushiguro talking.” Yuuji looks up after nobara’s comment. humming in agreement.
“ya he said the funniest joke ever when y/n asked for one yesterday. Damn what was the joke again?” yuuji taps his chin thinking as megumi looks over, his father seemed deep in conversation. it wasn’t like you were rambling, no. you were listening attentively. engaging with small encouraging nods as toji spoke. your lips would part as you gave the most animated reactions, clearly enjoying his company on a different level.
interesting.
toji had weaknesses. the first being money. if his manager and megumi weren’t handling it then his bank accounts would be empty in a flash. his second weakness was definitely a need to eavesdrop, especially when you were over.
“no, i told him no,” your words were quiet. you and nobara sat in the living room while yuuji and megumi went to pick up some snacks from the store.
“thought you said you were ready?” she questioned.
“i am, but like…he’s like…” your voice trails off, burying your face into the cushion.
nobara groans with you, hitting the top of your head with light slaps. “you’re so confusing. if you don’t wanna have sex with him just break it off. he’s a dick anyways.”
“you don’t understand.” you whine. “i wanna do it, im ready, but whenever he starts—“ a glass crashes to the floor. startling the two girls as they glance to see toji picking up the broken cup.
“mr.fushiguro what are your thoughts on kyo?” nobara suddenly belts. your head snaps to her, eyes wide. what kind of question?!
“he’s arrogant,” toji cleans the spilled beer. “a prick, and doesn’t respect anyone other than himself—“
“how would you know?” you cut him off. toji looks up.
“cmon he’s just saying what everyone else has been. you said it yourself,” nobara is desperate. she wants you to finally acknowledge how fucking crappy your boyfriend is, if you can even call him that.
“ive only ever heard shit things about him. and you don’t deserve that. that’s all I’m gonna say,” toji excuses himself. he was pissed. pissed about how upset you got when he made a comment. you never spoke that way to him. nor did you cut him off and vise versa…
however later that night, he hears a small creak on the steps. looking over his shoulder he see you coming up the steps into his second living space on the estate. he was watching his own movie with a beer resting on his side.
“don’t you have a fight?” you mutter, coming over to the man. “you shouldn’t be drinking that.” the light from the screen shines against your exposed skin as you walk in front of the man, taking a sit beside him on the couch. you’ve done this a couple times. usually when everyone has fallen asleep and you’re still wide awake, you’ll lounge with toji watching his shows until you also knocked out. but this time felt different. you sat closer. your head was bowed to your chest as you fiddled with the ends of your boy shorts.
“i treat myself to one every couple weeks,” he answers, taking another sip, his eyes locked on the tv. “they all asleep?” you hum.
toji enjoyed silence. especially at night. but this silence was somehow eating at him. he was aware of your little glances, the way you suddenly shift and move. he needed you to talk—
“next time, don’t say anything about kyo…” you mutter, it was so soft, he could barely hear it. but he did. and it irked him.
“so I shouldn’t say the truth?”
your eyes glare up at him, a scowl forming on your lips. “no you shouldn’t.” you snap. “it’s none of your business.”
“you were in my house. so that makes it my business.” toji meets your glare. his jaw looked sharper against the flickering lights, his collarbones peaked from his white t-shirt, his hair tousled over his eyes accentuating how fucking attractive he is.
“well…that’s not fair,” your legs come up, burying your face in it. your heart was beating so fast, your body heating up. you just wanted to be close to him. you couldn’t cross that line, you couldn’t! but toji’s hand slide up and down your back.
“okay…I’m sorry.”
his words sent a certain warmth spreading deep into your core. you didn’t answer, but toji still pulled you into his side as he stroked your hair, letting you rest your head on his chest. he heard your sniffles, but was silent. but then your small hand started playing with the one on his lap.
his felt his heart jump.
you pressed his hand against your damp cheek, leaning into it.
“what is it?” his voice was so soft, like honey as he gently turned your face up. your lips were open as you stare up at the beautiful man. eyes glossed over. “stop crying.” he sighs, making more tears slip down your adorable cheeks. “awe sweetheart.”
toji leans down, holding your face, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. you should be satisfied with that! but you wanted another one, your eyes were dilated and filled with unshed tears as you hummed so quietly that only toji could hear. he understands you, understands the way your eyes linger.
“don’t cry,” he kisses your temple, then your eyes, feeling the salty tears coat his lips. your chest was filled with water as you let out small quiet sniffs, fists clenching his shirt, still begging for more. “babygirl,” he sighs, his face lowered. brushing his lips so close to yours. you can feel his breath.
then, out of nowhere, he presses a kiss to your lips.
your heart stops. he pulls away your tears still flowing. his heart aches at the expression on your face. it was like he completely shattered your heart. but you still held onto him, burying yourself closer to his side, ultimately falling asleep to his strokes.
the next morning you woke up beside nobara tucked under the blanket. you buried your face even deeper, ignoring nobara’s comments about it being the first time you don’t kick her in your sleep.
if toji was expecting not to see you because of what happened, he was very wrong. you still came to watch yuuji practice in the gym, you still lounged around the fushiguro household, you even joked with toji as if nothing was wrong. toji was happy you were doing okay. but he felt his stomach churn when megumi mentioned.
“ya supposedly they got into it yesterday.” toji closes the fridge, turning to look at his son sitting at the counter eating. by they he means you and your dick faced “boyfriend”.
“what about?” megumi glanced up, toji noting the look. “you’re the one that brought it up.”
megumi swallows his food. “something about never being alone together. so they started arguing at todo’s place and he ditched her. now she’s giving him the silent treatment, but last night they got into another fight in the car. nobara and maki came rushing out to—“
“did he lay his hands on her?” toji suddenly starts up. not realizing his complete attention is on the kid. megumi quirks a brow, shaking his head.
“no, but…” he swallows again. “everyone’s telling her to break up with him. there’s zero redeeming qualities about the guy. he treats her like shit. flirts with every other girl when she’s not around. I don’t know why she’s still with him.”
toji didn’t know why he cared so much. why he’d carefully guide any conversation he had with his son to you. wondering how you’re doing, checking in on something megumi had told him last week. megumi wasn’t an idiot, but toji couldn’t even realize what he was doing to know how to not do it. especially when megumi stated.
“you never ask how nobara is doing.” the weight of the statement sent the room into a momentary silence. the only thing that could be heard was the characters talking on the tv in the distance.
when toji failed to respond it left the two simmering in silence.
but toji couldn’t help the small jitters that filled his stomach when he heard the familiar footsteps late at night. of course he knew you were over, and of course he made a show downstairs grabbing a drink to show that he’s staying up. all he had to do was wait an hour until time the rest fell asleep, to enjoy your company alone.
“did i miss anything?” you slid onto the couch, curling up as you hugged the pillow. toji briefly explained the last episode, before sinking back into silence. toji didn’t mind the silence, but he also knew that usually during these nights you both would talk for hours. but he knew this time was different. his eyes focused on the screen. but he could feel your eyes on him. drinking in his beautiful face, his sharp jawline, his damp hair. everything about him was perfection in your eyes. you knew it was forbidden which made it more exhilarating.
he liked when your eyes were on him. he also hated the small victory that lit his being when he reclined even more, spreading his legs wider and opening his arm up. an invitation.
you gently slid closer, cuddling up to his side. he was always so warm, a personal heater, and you were happy to be wearing shorts and a loose tshirt, smiling to yourself. you couldn’t help but lean closer, blushing at his natural scent mixed with the forest body wash.
“you smell good,” you mutter, making the older man chuckle lightly.
“thanks, sweetheart.” he rests back, settling in again, arm tightening around you.
your heart was pounding, lips parted as you glance up. his neck gave easy access, but you had to bite your lip. your legs closed tight, your thoughts swirling in your head causing your body to react to things he’s never done to you! yet, you also have a mouth that seems to act on its own too…
“do you hate me?”
toji’s brows shot up. “why would I hate you?”
your ears sting, burying your face in his chest. toji sighs, pulling you even closer, his hand gently tracing small strips up and down your arm. an odd occurrence followed, one that surprised him, but nonetheless he did.
“i like your company. spending time with you isn’t so bad.” the truth that slipped his lips was something he hadn’t done in awhile. he spoke to you often, that’s correct, but talking about his feelings, that took something more. however, his stomach churned when he felt your body tense. turning his head, he glances down.
staring right at him are your big doe eyes filled with unshed tears, your soft wet lips trembling gently. his heart skipped a beat. “what’s wrong?!”
“nothing.” your ears sting, immediately covering your face. you sniffle, desperately trying to collect yourself. toji chuckles, landing a hand on your head. the rough treatment immediately softens, coaxing you to slowly pull your hands away.
“are you embarrassed?” his voice was so deep, which didn’t help your flustered state. his hand slides to the back of your head once you look up at him again. his half lidded eyes made your cheeks flush. the shadows that highlighted his features, his own lips parting showing you his tongue as he licked his lips. his body heat making you sweat. he was definitely not from this earth. “you’re so cute.”
your breath hitched. did you say that? no, that was definitely him. your throat is dry as he gently massages the flesh of your thigh. he laughs again. “don’t pretend like you don’t know. is that why you’re always crying in front of me?” he knows that isn’t why, but still. “batting your big eyes at me.”
“i…” your cheeks flush a deeper crimson. he smiles in victory. hes left you speechless.
“that’s my weakness.”
“girls crying?” you mutter, upset.
he massages your thigh, leaning further down, giving you no escape from his eyes. “seeing you cry.” you mouth went dry. “are you embarrassed?”
“no.”
he licks his lips. “good.” he smiles. “you don’t have to be embarrassed around me.”
you can smell his musk more clearly, clouding your senses, but still mutter. “same to you.”
he smiles again, but this time it’s more tender. “whys that?”
“i like it when you’re being yourself.” your words are even sweeter than your voice, causing a light flush to spread across the man’s cheeks. “you’re really funny…and I like when you’re having a good time. it makes me happy.”
his eyes grew bigger. heart beating faster.
“what?” you’re looking at his shocked expression, ready to throw yourself out the window for embarrassing yourself—
“nothing.” he tilts his head, eyes softening. “i missed your voice.”
idiot! who says that. you try to look away, but he’s so close, your eyes can’t help but dart around like a lost puppy. “whatever.”
“you were quiet this whole time, but now you’re saying such adorable things.” he lightens the air when you bite your cheek. “i like hearing you talk too.”
“really?” you mutter.
“it’s nice.” your finger lazily twirls around the hem of his shirt. “you like it when i say you’re nice?” you nod. he clicks his tongue. “i wanna hear you.”
“yes.”
“good girl.” he coos, massaging your thigh with his big hand, crawling it further between your legs, having noticed earlier how much you were keeping them closed. you whimper so softly when he squeezes the inside, your skin so soft in his rough palm. “you like that I’m praising you or touching you right now?”
what’s going on? why is he acting like this? he laughs again! “cmon…you come here at night and pretend to be all quiet.”
your jaw is weak, staring at him.
“is it because i kissed you?”
your breath catches.
he leans closer, hand falling deep between your legs, grabbing your inner thigh, your warmth spreading from his hand all the way to his pants, feeling his bulge start to lift his sweats up. ah how much he liked that feeling. when you’d make him feel his heart beat a little faster.
“do you want another kiss?”
you nod your head immediately, hair falling down in eagerness. he waits, raising a teasing brow.
“i want you to kiss me.”
“good girl,” he leans even closer, the small space between you felt like hours instead of seconds. the tension building as you felt his breath fan across your wet lips.
as if he could feel your staggered breath, he leaned forward. his lips curl up watching your eyes flutter just before he meets your lips.
it felt different then your first kiss. he was much more confident, and so were you. so warm and wet. he kisses your bottom lip, caressing it with his tongue and holding your thigh, his eyes half-lidded as he watches your features contort in pleasure.
his hand travels a little higher, continuing his slow caresses, smiling even more when he pulls away, noticing your leaning further in awaiting some more.
“eager, now.”
you hum, shamelessly. sending a wave of blood rushing into his hard-on. he captures your lips again, biting down on your lip, a silent punishment for getting him so worked up. but the gasp you let out gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his. your hand falls on his wrist, the way he’s squeezing your soft flesh has your panties completely soaked, and the only thing running through your dizzy head is the thought of his long rough fingers playing with your pussy.
toji pulls away again, this time to catch his breath, your tongue hanging out and your hazzy eyes had him smiling. “you like it?” he kisses your tongue. “you taste good.” he licks your tongue. “want more?” he pulls away just a bit once you let out a little moan. he doesn’t know how far he’s pushing it, but when he carefully tilts your chin, thumb stroking your bottom lip before pulling it down, you suddenly felt a rush of hot white heat.
his tongue came out to spit into your mouth.
and his cock almost burst at the moan that escapes the back of your throat.
you lean forward, kissing him again, your hand holding his wrist as you press his hand to your cheek, desperate for more attention.
toji pulls away, your lips part, but a gasp escapes when your back hits the cushion. laying across the couch, he leans down between your legs, resuming the makeout session. it was wet and messy, all thoughts thrown away as you both got lost in the others lips. the longer it went on the more toji started pushing the very big red line that’s he’s been slowly crossing.
with caution, he slowly began to lower his hips, closer to your open legs. his tongue playing with yours had him grabbing the cushion beside you, finally pressing his bulge right against your clothed cunt.
your jaw dropped. pussy tightening as he gives another cautious role of his hips. you can feel him so clearly, the sweatpants and your shorts weren’t doing much as he rolled his hips again and again. blood flooding your cheeks as you felt the outline of his cock. he was big. the stimulation on your clit had you gasping quietly. tongue falling out for more of his wet kisses. he swore very quietly, only enough for you to hear as you bucked your hips up. your legs came up to the back of his thigh, then up his torso as he continued to rub himself between your legs.
a wet patch slowly began to emerge between your grey shorts and his white ones. he was getting himself worked up, and your little gasps and moans were enough for him to start to lose all control.
his fingers slid between your bodies, playing with the waistband of your shorts, creeping a hand into the front, his head spinning as he watched your pretty lashes bat up at him, tongue sticking out awaiting his fingers to touch the place you were so needy for.
“dad?”
time stopped.
toji immediately froze as you tensed up, eyes staring up at toji in horror. the slow steps up the staircase, gave toji enough time to pull away, cursing at the wet patch between your legs, then noting his own. he tosses a blanket over you, as he grabbed another blanket throwing it over his lap.
“pretend to sleep.” he shot at you, even though you were still overwhelmed by the sudden shift, you listened. closing your eyes.
reaching the top of the stairs, Megumi shuffled lazily towards the couch, rubbing his stomach under his shirt.
“dad.” toji looks over his shoulder, grunting a response. “need your phone.”
toji holds his phone up. megumi comes closer, taking it, that’s when he notices the second person in the room. “y/n?” toji shushes him immediately.
“she’s sleeping.”
“why here?” that’s when you and toji both realize that not everyone knew you came up here when everyone fell asleep. it almost felt like some dirty secret getting revealed now.
“she couldn’t sleep, I don’t know,” toji shrugs. “why do you need my phone?” he pretends like megumi can’t read him, even though toji never questions megumi for wanting his phone.
“can’t find my phone.” Megumi gives one last look between you and toji before heading down stairs, his dad’s phone in his hand calling himself. once his feet disappear, you’re sitting up, but toji presses a hand to your thigh.
“he’ll come back up.”
the room falls into silence. your eyes looking over at toji who’s attention is now back on the tv. his cheeks still slightly pink, especially with your attention focused on him.
you can’t help but mutter. “should I go?”
“if you want.”
“do you want me to stay?”
“i don’t care.”
your throat bops. suddenly feeling horribly uncomfortable. was this a mistake. should you ask if it was a mistake? but if he says yes, then you’ll definitely cry.
“is kyo coming tomorrow?” he’s never called your boyfriend by his real name, nor has he ever bring him up in conversation with you.
“why are you talking about him?”
“he’s your boyfriend, am i not allowed?” he’s still not looking at you.
“like you care.”
“you’re right. I don’t.” he tilts his head, so clearly agitated. you don’t know how to respond. you don’t think he’s ever spoken to you with such edge.
you disobey him and sit up, your eyes swirling with confusion, and the second your hand lands on his, everything melts.
your hand was so warm on top of his. his eyes met yours as you peer up at him. not only is he a man, but he’s older too, so why is he acting like a jealous fucking teen?
“I’m sorry.” you words feel like absolute heartbreak. a pit of ugly guilt rages deep inside him, especially when he doesn’t respond, allowing you to stand, wrapping the blanket around you, leaving him.
megumi is startled when you suddenly appear at the bottom of the steps. he screws his eyes in the dark, were you crying? but you mask it with a fake yawn, rubbing your eyes as you fall beside nobara, burying the comforter over your nose.
“your dad is so boring.” you mumble, unconvincingly.
“are you ready?” yuuji nervously leans over megumi as they all huddled around the fighter as he sat on the bench. “are you hydrated? should i get more water? are you angry? the dude was yapping a lot before the match! he’s definitely talking shit about you right now, I can only guess what he’s saying—probably saying how you’re getting old and your punches are slower than snails!—“
“yuuji!” nobara elbows him. maki is coordinating with shiu, as toji continues sitting in silence, wrapping his hands.
“it’ll be great.”
toji feels his heart beat. glancing at you as you kneel in front of him. a soft smile on your lips as if last night had never happened. it was toji’s final match of his career. all of his son’s idiot friends were huddled in the locker room. but you also were here.
you were dressed all pretty, he had to suppress his thoughts when you came running into the locker room, afraid of being late. your hair so fluffy as your skirt danced around your thighs. you rarely wear skirts, he thought. your tight long sleeved shirt had his eyes zeroing in on how well it hugged your pretty tits. his cheeks ran hot as he remembered the way he rolled his hips up between your legs, the hot pulsing of your clothed pussy. fuck he regrets not slipping a hand up your shirt and squeezing your tit—
“how are you feeling?” your eyes fell soft. holding no animosity in them as you gently reached out to help him hold his gloves as he continued wrapping it around.
toji felt a burst inside his stomach, the good kind.
“ya you’ve got it! we’ve trained a lot!” yuuji is ready to interrupt some more before megumi grabs the back of his collar, holding him back. all because he saw the softness in his fathers gaze. his once pinched angry expression, was tender and gentle as you spoke to him. the conversation wasn’t in whispers, but it felt intimate. nobara looks over, also noticing megumi’s lingering eyes.
nobara wasn’t an idiot. at least not in the love department. she always knew, I mean she also found megumi’s dad hot as fuck. but finding someone attractive is different than the look you were giving him. like he held the entire world in his hands. it was definitely a look she’s never seen you give kyo. how didn’t she notice this before?!
“thanks, kid,” toji pats your head, tenderly. the aggressiveness of it, absent. he didn’t ruffle your hair, but the weight atop your head sent a fury of emotions swirling inside you. he ignored the brief moment of hurt that flashed across your face when he called you kid.
you glance up when he takes his hand away. his cheeks flush.
“anytime.” your smile was a puncture to his heart. no words came to his mind, so instead he brushed your hair, his thumb unconsciously caressing your cheek. your eyes swam with need, begging him for anything, but his hand drops. standing up and moving past you, following shiu’s directions.
kyo was already waiting at the vip seats. the rest of you joining once the lights began to dim for the athletes entrances. you were still in an argument with kyo, but he still held your hand when you sat beside him, his lips pressing to your cheek sweetly, smiling when you hum in acknowledgment, but it’s all thrown out the window once toji steps into the cage.
the arena immediately shifts, his energy resonates throughout the entire stadium.
this was your second time seeing toji’s match in person. however, knowing this was his last fight meant something different. yuuji was screaming his lungs out, as was nobara. toji was up against some young prodigy nicknamed ‘the honored one’, also known as gojo satoru.
your cheeks filled with blood as you screamed for toji’s victory. flinching and looking away when gojo sent a violent blow straight to his ribs. kyo glanced at the tremble in your eyes, brows creasing as you clutched your chest, as if grabbing at your heart. his jaw snapped.
“y/n, let’s go,” he suddenly stood, grabbing your arm.
“what?” you stumble, surprised by the aggressive pull. nobara and megumi looking over at the commotion. immediately stepping in to hold you back.
“what’re you doing?!” you struggle, wincing when his grip tightens on your wrist. the fight in the cage was getting more intense, but the grip kyo had on you made your stomach churn. his eyes filled with rage as he glared at you. “get…off—nobara,” you call to her, realizing that his grip really is tight.
“fuck off, kyo! megumi,” she looks over her shoulder but megumi is already gripping kyo’s wrist, making him loosens his grip on you. the scene was insignificant compared to the fight in the stadium, but being close to the cage, it caught toji’s attention.
his expression darkened, blocking gojo kick, as he immediately spun, hitting gojo right in the ribs knocking him back. toji glanced again to see you back in your seat clapping and cheering. what happened? were you okay—
“eyes here old man!” the white haired kid cackles. itching a sore spot in toji.
“what’s happened I can’t look anymore!” Yuuji cries covering his eyes as you clutch his collar, shaking him like crazy as you scream. nobara is biting her nails as megumi winces. gojo landed another violent hit straight to toji’s already bleeding eyebrow.
“stop it, he’s gonna win!” you cry, heart pounding and gaze fixed on toji. your lips trembling as toji stumbles. somehow, you feel butterflies breakout the second toji glanced briefly in your direction. you don’t know if he’s looking at the group or you, but still, you couldn’t help yourself from smiling, putting two thumbs up encouragingly. even though you were scared seeing him bleed so much, you couldn’t describe the amount of confidence you had in his victory.
the stupid smile almost had toji scoffing in amusement. you really are adorable.
so when toji’s name rings out throughout the entire stadium as the victor, your screams were deafening. yuuji crying from happiness as nobara shakes megumi and you’re…you’re completely in tears. choking with joy as you all scramble into the cage to congratulate the victor. however just when you’re about to reach him, a bunch of press speakers and cameras block your path.
nevertheless, the afterparty at the gym was enough time to celebrate the winner. everyone was there. drinks and music blasting as you all congratulate the man.
you were babbling to toji, your lips curling once he pats your head affectionately. answering your unending questions as he continued talking. it came easy to him, having you listen to him.
“I told you this story already?” he realizes midway.
“it’s okay, i like hearing you talk,” you smile tenderly, triggering a deep flush on his cheeks, something that’s become more and more familiar. clearing his throat, he pets your head, so you wouldn’t catch his expression.
“y/n.”
your heart drops, turning to see kyo. “we need to talk.” he glared past you at toji, who raised a brow, testing him back. you set aside your drink, apologizing to toji.
a hand stopped you.
“break up with him.”
his thumb caressed your wrist gently. but his words only did the opposite. your expression reminded him of the day he told you his feelings about kyo. why did you look at him like that?
“he’s a dick…you deserve better.”
your jaw clenched, the ground occupying your pretty eyes, toji waited for you to think. but when glanced back up, he inhaled sharply, your lips wet as a few tears lined your waterline.
“I’ll never have better.”
you rip your arm away, turning on your heel. he watches you exit the gym, meeting kyo outside. he can’t describe the ugly twist that he felt deep in his gut. he drank some more, and some more, until he realized that getting drunk was nothing and that he’d rather head home. he didn’t want to think about it, or about his feelings, none of it. his gaze fixed on the tv as he waited for sleep to take him.
unfortunately the rest of the kids were black out drunk. so toji had to hear the commotion downstairs as they crashed into things and yuuji’s whispering was more like yelling. after a couple of minutes it was finally silence again, except for his show…
“what’d I say about sneaking around?”
toji heard the creaking. recognizing your soft footsteps the moment you stepped up the staircase, clearly trying to conceal your presence.
“thought you were sleeping…” your voice was meek, as you stare at the back of his head. your heart thumping loudly once you saw his arm raise lazily, two fingers motioning you forward.
of course, you obeyed. sucking in some air to calm your nerves as you round the couch, slowly. toji watched your bowed head, that’s when he heard the quiet sniffles. his brow pinched high as he sat straight.
“did something happen?” he was on alert.
you don’t respond. only feeling your cheeks flush and heart clench, why is he so concerned?
“did the prick lay his hands on you,sweetheart?”
sweetheart….he really picks his moments, you scoff. “he didn’t.”
he settles back. but you raise your head, tears sprinkling out like beautiful jewels.
“why did you ask me to break up with him?” you hiccup. toji is left speechless. why was he so mesmerized by your emotions. his pretty girl, crying so vulnerably. “answer me!”
“I don’t know.”
he cringed. it was evident you disliked that answer.
you bit your cheek, grasping at your megumi’s shirt. you felt your cheeks run hot, lips wet as you spoke. toji could read your lips before he heard the words. his stomach churning in disgust.
“he wants to have sex with me.” your face is burning, but you don’t care anymore. “kyo has been begging me. we’ve kissed me, he’s sucked my tits. I’ve given him handjobs. but he wants to have sex with me now.”
his jaw was locked, veins straining his arms and neck. “I don’t like knowing that shit.” his voice was deep sending even more nerves down your throat.
but you don’t care anymore. you swallow thickly. toji didn’t know if he was prepared to hear about your sexual relationship with that shithead. knowing he laid his dirty hands on you, kissed your pretty lips, played with your full beautiful tits that he loved to stare at. his blood was boiling.
“toji,” your lip trembles. cheeks hot knowing this is the first time you’re calling him by his first name. toji also noticed, especially as you inched closer. your tears still full in your eyes, making his chest swell, unable to tear his gaze away from you. “I don’t want him touching me anymore.”
his arms instinctively reach out, and pull you onto his lap. his arm circling your back as he cups your neck with the other. “i only want you.”
“fuck.” his lips crash into yours.
your hands instinctively go to his hair as he licks your bottom lip, forcing your mouth open, pushing his tongue to meet yours. you felt your stomach explode, eyes filing with tears as you kissed him back passionately. cheeks stinging as he caressed his wet tongue against yours, groaning as you arched into him. his rough hands pulling your hips forward, groaning as you slide against his bulge. you gasp, pulling away for a second, but his lips move to your neck, licking a strip up to your ear.
“be a good girl, start rocking on me.” your body shivered, humming as you started rolling your hips down on his hard bulge. “just like that. feel good?” he nips at your skin, helping your pace as you hum softly. the cotten shorts you wore slide with each grind making toji feel more clearly the heat radiating from your pussy.
“you can’t cry like that. it messes with my head.”
you moan gently as you feel his hands slide up under your shirt. eager to listen, you helped him pull it over your head, tossing it to the side. your cheeks aflame the second he saw your bare chest. you liked it so much, his attention all on you. you wanted him to touch you so badly. a deep groan resounded from the back of his throat .
“you know how many times I’ve imagined seeing these,” he grabs a handful of your tit, licking his lips at the weight in his palm. you watch him lean forward, tongue sticking out to run from the underside, licking a long tantalizing strip up, pressing down when he got to your nipple.
“i thought i was seeing things,” you moan gently, hand tugging on his black locks. “i didn’t know if you were staring at them.”
“how could i not? you made it pretty hard,” he drools on your nipple, your eyes dilating at the lewd sight. “dreamed about sucking these pretty tits. you purposely wore flimsy bras in the gym so I can see them bounce?” your cheeks flush as you pout looking away. he groans again, more frustrated. “you let that asshole touch you like this?” you whine when he bites meanly down on your nipple, tongue swirling to ease the pain before he does it again, his other hand helping you rock a little quicker, your shorts sliding to the side, as your pink panties come into view. completely wet as you whine.
“only a few times,” you mutter.
“few times.”
“he’s my boyfriend—ah!” you cry louder, the bite he gave much harsher, tears trickling out. you feel pathetic as you cry just from the stimulation of your tits, toji was growing more annoyed.
“you didn’t break up with him?” your lips part, grasping his hair, whining when he pulls away, looking up at you. you were lost, your lips hanging open as you stare down at the man.
“i—“
something strange surged inside him as he quickly went back to your lips, cutting off any response. his body hugging you closer to his chest as he slid your shorts and panties to the side, a low groan slipping once he felt your arousal coat his fingers. “your pussy’s crying too,” he coos.
“finger me, please, please,” you gasp, whining even more as he circled your cute little clit. his senses running haywire the more you begged.
“you’re so needy.” he groans, pinching your clit making you cry. “has he fingered you? shoved your cute cunt with his disgusting fingers?”
“mmm….he has,” you cry out feeling toji shove two fingers inside you without warning. his teeth biting down on your nipple as you tremble all over. “i like it….like it….” you moan, jaw dropping as he abused your pussy, stretching it out with his fingers, only to curl them right on your squishy part, grinning at the shocked expression that flashed across your face.
“he make you cum?” toji grunts, glancing down at the arousal that slide down his palm, licking his lips.
“he did….made me cum…” your words only fueled a dormant emotion that he thought he’d never feel again. jealousy.
toji curled his fingers, biting your lips as he sent you over the edge. your entire body shook, clinging onto him as you came with a shocked gasp. tears sliding down your hazzy eyes. “toji…mmm…” your soft little voice resounded in his ear as you pressed your cheek to his shoulder still shaking. however, toji only gave you a moments rest, before he was lifting you with him.
“I’m not done.”
your body hit the unfamiliar bed, your eyes briefly glancing around you as your vision cleared. It was a spacious master bedroom, your eyes catching the minimalist dark furniture, and the large balcony windows briefly open. “”ah!”
your hips jumped, legs closing around his hand after feeling the harsh slap to your pussy. you glared up at him.
“ow!” you cry, pouting once toji kneeled on the bed, shoving your legs open.
“i was talking to you and you weren’t listening.” he rubs your pussy again, his expression was sinister, dark…fuck he was so hot. your cheeks went pink when he aggressively pulled your shorts and panties off, spreading your folds apart. “you’re telling me…” his jaw locks. “the prick saw your pussy?”
you bit your cheek, nodding your head. a wave of arousal rushed down to your pussy once toji dropped his head back, groaning in frustration. his hand coming up, laying another harsh slap to your pussy.
“i answered you!” you cry, holding his wrist, not admitting to him how turned on this was making you.
“well I’m pissed,” he huffs, giving another slap, now getting a moan out of you.
“why are you pissed?” you cry, another slap making your hips buck. his eyes no longer shined green, but instead were encompassed by a dark black shadow.
“because he touched you.”
“so?”
“so, it’s annoying. he’s not allowed too.”
“and whys that?”
“because you’re mine.”
toji was heaving. his nails having dug into your knees, only now realizing his words. your reaction absolutely priceless. the stunned expression and wide eyes sent his heart racing.
“fuck, don’t look at me like that.”
his tongue licks your lips, groaning as he felt your tongue meet his, a satisfied whimpering slipping from the back of your throat. your hips bucking as your own nails racked through his hair. his fully clothed body made you even more turned on, bucking your hips up as he began to grind down on your pussy.
“can you eat me out?” you mutter, rocking your hips up. toji chuckles, sliding down your body as he licked and kissed your nipples, licking down your tummy, as he sucked a dark bruise on your pelvis. your cheeks flush, your fantasies slowly unfolding before your eyes. toji brings your hand to his hair, looking directly into your eyes as he licks a bold strip up your pussy.
his own eyes roll back, groaning as your arousal floods his tastebuds. he takes another lick, swirling his tongue deeper between your folds, playing with your pussyhole, purposely avoiding your bud.
“tojiii,” you whine, tugging his hair. he grunts. “you’re being mean.”
“I’m being mean?” he smirks, parting from your wet folds. “because I’m not kissing your little clit.”
you nod, flustered. “but it’s all swollen and pink, I don’t wanna hurt you.” he feigns concern, making you look away, ears hot.
“you won’t hurt me.”
he didn’t know if it was the combination of your voice and that expression that made him nearly cum in his pants, but he broke.
your back arched off the bed as he sucked your clit harshly into his mouth. the sudden stimulation had you crying, your hand coming up to your mouth as the other held his dark locks with a vicious grip. it was a pleasant surprise to toji, though he fantasized about his son’s close friend being shy and somewhat of a prude, he was practically drooling seeing you so aggressive and needy with him.
encouraging you to tug his hair, he lapped your clit, biting down whenever he felt you loosen your grip in his hair. fuck, this was definitely a kink. his arms wrapped around your thighs, lifting your hips up onto his lap as he bent his back eating you out. you’ve never seen anything like it.
the dark bruise on his eye, the cut on his nose, the cracked knuckles gripping your flesh….your eyes rolled back as he pulled out, spitting a big wet glob right on your clit, his jaw aching, but seeing the way you twitched, and tugged his head back, he felt how drenched his boxers were.
“toji…keep…going,” you pant, your grip doesn’t loosen, which was enough for him to continue. the knot inside your core, starting to tighten more and more, edging you closer as he slurped your arousal, the lewd sounds, clouding your senses as he pulled your hips higher to his face, your heels pressing on his shoulder blades as you bite your hand, the broken cries and aggressive tug had toji moaning into you.
“gonna cum… ‘m…hngh close…” your voice cracks, eyes rolling back as toji feels your body tense. his tongue flattening on your clit, sucking your bundle.
your eyes widen, suddenly loosening your grip as you push your palm on his forehead trying to push him away.
“toj-m-move I-i—“ you were gasping, moans choking your words as you shiver. toji aggressively hugs your thighs, keeping your body still against his face.
“if you don’t cum on my face, then don’t ever think about doing this again.”
it was a lie. but you didn’t need to know that. you cried, eyes filling with tears as your legs began to shake uncontrollably.
“b-but tojii…”
you bury your face in your arm, which he notices right away, biting down on your clit. your back lifts as you squeal.
“hands off.”
you shake your head, so toji unwraps an arm to grab both your wrists, holding them down against your tummy as he sucks your clit between his teeth, the sounds of his mouth had you crying immediately punching the coil as your hips stutter up and a drawn squeal comes from the back of your throat as a wave of relief washes over you, releasing a flow of pleasure…. hitting toji.
“shit.” he utters, jerking back when he feels the splash hit his face. your wrist wiggles in his grip as you gasp. “fuck…” his groan is low as he slaps your pussy, making a bigger mess as you continue to release a stuttered flow.
“mess—ahnghh-“ you cry, not even able to finish your sentence.
“ya its fucking messy,” he chuckles, “and hot.” his eyes darken as he latches his lips back on your pussy, drinking your arousal with more pleasure than he can bear, eyes closing briefly as you cry a little louder. “that’s it. ngh all over my face, puppy.” he’s panting, “ya good girl.”
toji doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so attractive. the twist in your face, the drool coming from your lips, the tears filling your eyes, your tits high up in the air, all from his mouth. he’s so sloppy, circling your overstimulated clit as you shake and stutter, quiet sobs slipping out.
finally, he lets go with a wet pop. your pussy clenching in spasms as you gasp. tears blocking your vision until you feel the relief of your hands being free, rubbing your eyes lazily, leaving your hands over your face.
“why did you do that?” you sniffle.
“are you embarrassed?”
you’re quiet.
“have you ever squirted on that shithead?” your legs rest on either side of his torso as he lazily strokes your thighs and hips. large hands soothing you.
your fingers split apart as you look at toji. his eyes immediately finding yours, softening a bit at the dried tears.
“we’ve only ever kissed.”
silence. his face drops.
“what….”
your stomach twists when you see his brows start to come together, looking at you more sternly. his grip tightens around your hips, your body cringing, as he slowly realizes what you’d just done.
“you lied to me?”
“i extended the truth.”
he laughs. “that’s an understatement. so he’s never touched you? your tits—“
“that wasn’t a lie.”
“so you admit you were lying.”
“no!” your hands fall, staring back. that’s when you really clock in on the state he’s in. his face wet with your arousal, shirt also being victim to your pleasure, his hair was a mess, not realizing how much tugging you’d done till now. his arms bulging as he held your hips. and his cheeks were so pink!
is he mad? the longer he stares the more you feel blood rushing up to your face. “the part about kissing, playing with my tits, and um handjobs, was for real….everything after that….no.”
you’re looking away now. biting your cheek nervously, because yes, he’s older and definitely much scarier when he’s all serious.
“are you mad?” you mutter.
his hands travel up your torso, thumb caressing the warm skin, making you more nervous.
“mad…” he repeats, like he’s thinking it over. you glance back at him, lips parting.
he takes the invitation, kissing you deeply. you hum in surprise, tasting yourself immediately which sends your body burning again. he presses himself over you, trapping your arms between your chests, his lips part, your tongue coming out making him grin. “you knew how much I hated that douche and used it against me.”
you flush, licking your lips as he continues to stare down at you, much closer now. “i wasn’t sure if it was gonna work.”
“well it did.”
he kisses your cheek, dipping closer to your ear to whisper a gentle. “at least, now I know I’m the only one that’s seen you like this.” he licks your ear to conclude, sending a shiver up your spine. his arm sliding up your thigh, moving down to grab your ass, kneading the flesh, before laying a slap. a yelp slips in surprise. “you like making me loose my cool?”
he slaps your ass again, your head shaking as you manage to free your arms, trying to hold his shoulders, just for a harsher slap to send your hips bucking up, pressing into his shirt. “getting my dick hard just for your little games.”
you’re not even trying to hide your moans anymore. each slap sending another wave of pleasure down to pool in your pussy.
“my puppy likes being all dirty,” he growls, biting your lips as he holds your body off the bed, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs crossed behind his back as he rocks his cock into you, kissing you so passionately it’s making you dizzy again. this time when he pulls away, the string of spit connecting you guys has you loosing all cool, all to utter the silly command.
“spit in my mouth.”
toji freezes.
you’re staring up at him, with big dumb eyes. lips open softly. now he’s the one that’s blushing. his cheeks bright red as he stares at you.
“fuck me.” he drops you on the bed, unwrapping your arms, as he sits up. your heart is beating rapidly, frozen because now you’re scared you’ve done the wrong thing. was that it? is he gonna leave—no he’ll kick you out—
“since when did you start acting like a little virgin, who wants to get her pussy ruined?” he snaps. his voice deeper than before. your eyes wide when you see him stripping his shirt, your lips closing as you see his muscles flex, then his beautiful abs right in front of you. the bruises from todays match looked painful, especially the one on his ribs, remembering the harsh blow his opponent had given him. but your mind is swept away when his biceps flex, leaning forward, hand holding your face tight, he tilts your face up. “open wide.”
you feel like cumming just from his command. but you submit immediately, opening your mouth, tongue hanging loosely as you blush, waiting for him because he makes you wait, just enough for him to capture this image before him. his son’s pretty little friend, sticking her tongue out for him, her pussy hot and messy, and her tits covered in his spit. and it was all for him.
he leans forward, gathering a nice amount in his mouth, lining himself over you. he stays a distance away.
you’re panting like a cute puppy, desperate for any attention. drool slipped down your chin, as he felt it roll down his wrist.
you’ll be the death of him.
he spits.
the low groan was deep seeing your entire body shake as his heavy spit lands on your tongue. your hips bucking as you roll his spit in your mouth, whining so audibly in pleasure.
“swall—“
you already do. your body suddenly rehydrating like that was the first drink you’ve had in days.
“what a dirty fucking pup,” he grabs your jaw again, crashing his lips on yours. you whine, flushing at how loud he’s kissing you. it was so messy, and sloppy, your hands holding his wrist as he moved your jaw up, deepening the kiss, tongue pushing inside your mouth as more spit collected between your battling tongues.
“can you fuck me now?” you push away, panting in his mouth as you try to slide your heel into his waistband from behind.
a sudden thrill takes over your body at the deadly smirk he gives you. laughing into your lips. “you’re not shy are you?”
“you’ve already made me squirt,” you look away. “that was embarrassing.”
toji doesn’t laugh, his eyes boring into your face, making your skin warm. “I’m jealous.”
“huh?”
“I’m jealous that you can give me something so special.” your cheeks heat up, you can tell by his eyes that he was being serious. “I want you to give me more.” he dips his head, kissing your chin, moving down to your neck. his lips trail down to the tops of your tits, kissing his way down, distracting you as his thumbs hook under his sweats and boxers, pulling it down.
your head is tipped to the side, letting out sighs of pleasure.
“mmm, toji,” you squeak, hips jumping when you feel his two fingers inside your pussy.
“fuck, you’re too tight,” he mutters more to himself. that’s when you realize what he means. he’s sitting between your legs completely naked. you feel your breath catch when you follow the dark hairs of his happy trail all way down to the well-groomed but still hairy base of his thick cock. fuckk. your mind cannot wrap around how big he is. it was shiny which meant he’d already stroked his pre-cum around, now it was hanging between his large thighs, too heavy to stand fully erect. you couldn’t stop the drool from slipping out.
kyo’s didn’t look like that.
“No kidding.” toji meets your puzzled eyes. you’d just said that out loud? and now he has the most shit-eating grin ever.
toji pushes a third finger inside, making your jaw drop, reaching out for him. “it okay princess, I’ll make it fit.” your eyes kept falling down to the monster between his legs, your head going cloudy just thinking about it how that’ll be possible.
“want it now… put it inside me.”
toji clicks his tongue, still fingering you, his brows pinched in concentration. his tip was an angry red, leaking even more.
“you’re too tight. haven’t fucked a virgin in awhile.”
“it’s fine. I just…” you whined bucking your hips to the rhythm of his skilled fingers. “just want your d-dick inside me, please. please.”
toji slaps your pussy. hard. “stop being a fucking brat.”
you bite your lip only to start whining again as you keep eyeing his heavy hanging cock his tip drooling making your pussy tighten around his thirsting fingers. his dark pubes made your pussy cream even more. “toji.” you draw out his name. he meets your gaze, clearly frustrated, but suddenly you give him that annoying look. the one where your eyes get all big, dumb, and wide, and you bat your lashes up at him, your lips all wet and pouty. his jaw clenched. you could even see the vein on his jawline, only making you more needy. it was the same look you would innocently give him when he’d scold you about walking home alone at night.
“can’t even let me open you up,” he slaps your pussy. “crying like a whiny little brat.”
“please.” tears swell up, gently making your eyes sparkle.
he rolls his neck. “you’re killing me, sweetheart.” your hands reach for him, making him click his tongue as he grabs his base, pumping his cock harsher than you’d expect. your lips fall open, salivating at the sight. your mind remembering all his matches, how every hit he threw looked like he was breaking cement in half. you swallow thickly, eyes glancing up to see toji’s flushed cheeks as he jerks himself off. his eyes staring at how close your pussy is to his dick.
your stomach twists, a stupid feeling swelling in your belly as you become jealous of his hand.
“in me. toji toji—“
“I needa teach you a fucking lesson about patience,” he grabs your face, immediately seeing how dilated your pupils are, as you lean up, meeting his lips. you were fucking adorable, the desperation made him twitch even more. he couldn’t remember the last time he’s leaked this much pre-cum where it looked like he basically came already. “gonna take it slow.” he utters, rubbing his tip between your folds, collecting all the messy slick.
you moan into his mouth, soft little sighs as he continues his teasing actions, your fingers brushing his nape as you lick his bottom lip waiting….waiting. when his tip catches onto your clit, you let out a quiet cry. “to…jj…stop playing with me…”
“it’s all swollen though,” he coos, smiling when you flush, humming with him. “was I too mean on your poor clit?” you shake your head quickly. “want me to fuck y’r pussy now?”
“mhm, inside please, want it deep,” you add to his lewd words, making him chuckle. you always were a talker, but he’s still surprised how fucking dirty your mouth is. the same one that was always so polite with him, even if you guys did joke around, you always called him sir.
“eh, is that right?”
you nod, biting your lip, blushing when you hear him groan. he slides his tip down to your hole. your heart pounding a little faster, a small pit of fear dawning on you watching toji’s broad figure hover over you. his entire form covering you as he gently pushes his engorged cock head into your awaiting entrance.
you suck in sharply, gasping at the unknown feeling as he gives you your first real stretch, neck craning as your nails dig into his shoulder and nape.
“relax, sweetheart,” his hand runs up and down your thigh, squeezing your sweaty skin. as he runs a hand up your stomach letting you take some deep breaths. his jaw is clenched, biting down as he feels your vice grip on his cock, absolutely suffocating him. “fuck baby, y’r too tense, deep breaths.” he chokes out.
“o..okay.” you’re trembling. trying to take a deep breath, but it felt so weird, your pussy could feel his fat tip. his eyes fall to your scrunched up face. the only thing on your mind was simply. toji’s inside me. toji’s inside me. megumi’s dad is inside me! the chanting had you going dumb and unintentionally doing the worst thing you could do to a man struggling to hold his patience: you clenched around him.
“fuck baby!”
toji’s growl had your stomach tightening, squeezing him even harder as your back arched. “breathe baby!”
“i am,” your face is warm and sweaty. “help…it hurts.”
toji freezes, staring into your big doe eyes. his heart melts, cupping your cheek as he speaks gently.
“don’t cry,” he coos, “i’ll take care of it,” he strokes your cheek as you sniffle, nodding. “I’ll handle it.” you suddenly gasp feeling a familiar stimulation. his thumb swirling around your swollen clit making you whine in pleasure, he groans feeling your body start to relax a bit more. giving his cock some relief.
“just like that, good girl, shit,” he coos feeling you clench around him from the praise. “we’re not done yet sweetheart.”
“mmm, okay.” you’re so cute, but he sees the mischief in your eyes, that’s when he feels you start to rock your hips up. “want it all.”
“slowly.” he says sternly.
he pushes a little more, leaning back when you begin to act up again, his hand falling down on your pussy making you giggle in pleasure, his tongue peaks out to lick his teeth.
“don’t start acting like a spoiled brat again.”
“I’m not,” you whine, tongue coming out as you continue rocking your hips up. his stomach clenches, eyes falling over your sweaty figure. your tits bouncing with each buck. it would be so easy to slam into you right now. have your pretty lips cry out as he took your virginity so meanly.
“what a pretty girl,” he runs his hand up under your tits. smiling when you arch up for him. he continues to push his cock deeper inside you, your moans shifting into a quiet cry. “never had a pussy this tight. ya ever put anything inside?” you shake your head.
“no,” you blush, biting your lip trying to decide if you should say what you wanted.
“spit it out.”
“i wanted you to be the first person to touch me down there.”
you whine feeling his big cock twitch inside you. he’s pulling out, sliding back in getting your slick to run down his cock.
“ ‘s that right?” he lifts.
“mhm, didn’t wanna finger myself either.”
“so you only played with your little clit?” you nod.
“you’re so cute.”
your cheeks sting, opening your mouth to respond, but the stretch started to sting. he was going too slow.
your hands lift off your chest to reach for his shoulders. “too slow.”
“watch it,” he meets you lower, your hands running around his shoulders as you pant so softly at his agonizing pace. slowly stretching out your little pussy hole. “you’re gonna regret your words in a sec.”
“fuck me,” you command. the snappy voice making his jaw tick. you’re a fucking handful, and now seeing how much of an attitude you catch when you’re horny made him even more turned on.
“baby.” he warns.
“cmon, please please.”
his patience fucking breaks.
your breath catches when his arms are grabbing your thighs, pulling you forward so easily, immediately slamming his entire length inside you.
a strangled cry rips from your throat. gasping as he pulls out again and slams his burning cock deep inside you hitting your cervix and leaving it in there so you can feel just how full he’s making you.
“is that what you wanted? fuck!” his cheeks are red as he groans from the drag of his cock. you were absolutely suffocating him. his eyes glancing down at the blood mixing with the creamy base of his cock. his dark pubes all wet and sticky as the slick covered your thighs as well.
“g-goo…d…” you’re in tears, gasping as he slams his cock slow and hard. letting you feel him, every curve and vein of his cock. your mind going hazzy as you look up at his sweaty face, holding one leg under his arm as the other runs up your pelvis, pressing down on your stomach.
“feel that baby?”
you moan loudly when he presses on the bulge his cock was making. you nod, eyes looking up at him with hearts. his own chest beating rapidly, cock twitching as you clench around him.
“who’s making you feel good?”
“you are.” your hands fall to hold his on your tummy. “toji’s inside me.”
“that’s right, baby.” he groans again, thrusting into you again, and again. your gasps and cries making him start to lose his cool.
he leans back on his knees lifting you up easily, sitting you on his lap, his arm caging both your arms behind your back as his mouth immediately latched on to your tits, suckling on them as they hung right in his face.
“toji!”
he smiles, biting harshly on the buds as he held you close to his chest and started fucking up into you. the squelching of your sexes had you whining and crying. drool falling down your lips as he sucked bruises on your gasping tits.
“tell me how much you like getting fucked dumb.”
“I-i love it!” you cry, arms bound behind you only helping you arch closer to his chest as he held your wrists tight.
“you love?” he laughs loudly. “you came up to me because you knew I’d fuck this virgin cunt raw if I saw you, that right?”
“yes!” you’re definitely gone. “always thinking about you, sir!” his lips suck a harsh tug making your eyes roll back at the stimulation.
“what would that dumb head of yours think about?”
“a-about angh hngh your hands…” you break into moan when he slaps your ass at your hesitation. “and I thought about your dick.”
not surprising, but it still makes him grin widely.
“thought about how y-youd fuck me, and how you’d taste.” you whimper as his finger circles your little rim from behind. teasing you as he slows down each thrust so it was slow and sensual, wanting to catch every word.
“was your head always filled with sex when we talked?” he laughed. “poor virgin.”
“it was filled before we talked too. i love it…” your head forward, tongue sticking out as you press your head to his. “you’re perfect sir.”
he groans loudly. opening his mouth as you spit so generously. his arm caged your body tight as he started fucking you fast and hard, so unbearably rough you we’re seeing stars.
“big…ahh. toji,” your tongue hangs out as he goes harder. his eyes clenching as he feels his own orgasm starting to edge closer.
“tell me what you want baby,” he pants.
“p-put me….in a mating press.”
he snorts, loudly. “and how does my princess know that.”
you whine, feeling his cock nuzzle inside you again. “tw-twitter.”
toji laughs, freeing your arms to lay your back on the mattress. he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulder as he leans over you. his big toned thighs press under your ass as he spreads his legs apart, sinking his cock deeper into you. “this what you want.” his voice shakes, only feeling your grip tighten around him again. “baby.”
“s-sorry.” you’re panting, his face was so close to you as he calmed his mind, fuck he needed to cum the second his pushed his tip inside you. he hadn’t realized how long it’s been. but he was going to take care of you first. your eyes rolled back as he pulled back, slamming his hips back in, he easily started picking up the pace, this position was all he needed to lose all sense.
“fuck, taking me all like a good fucking girl.” you clench. “like that baby?”
you moan in response, tits bouncing between you as he pushes down you so you can feel more of his weight. your pussy clenching and twitching around him. the lewd sounds of his cock fucking into you were loud. the slick, his thighs clapping into your ass in a relentlessly fast pace.
your tongue hangs out immediately making him lean down to lick your tongue. a moan coming out of him as you responded. you’ve never had an experience to compare this too, but was it supposed to be this messy? you couldn’t care. it was so hot. his big body handling every single part of you, he controlled the pace, the kissing, the touching—you loved it.
his fingers were digging into your thighs and his mouth was letting out so much spit that had you bucking and squirming drinking from his lips until you started crying. the sounds of your pussy producing more arousal had toji going faster.
“you’re gonna squirt all over me.” his command had you panting and moaning, tongue lulling out like a puppy. “got it puppy?” you flush.
“messy….big-“ your words were so scrambled, but he didn’t care. his pace was going faster, his biceps flexing around your thighs. oh how you wished this was being recorded, suddenly desperate to see his back muscles straining and moving as he was fucking you fast and hard. that sudden image in your head was enough to have your head falling back, eyes fluttering with tears as your orgasm crashes.
“fuckk fuck puppy,” his eyes are dilating as he looks down to see you gushing around his fat cock. the sounds of your pussy spraying as he continues to fuck more out of you has his ears ringing and stomach clenching.
you cried his name as he continued to pump his dick in and out, the clear liquid sprayed his thighs and the bed.
“that’s it, ah fuck , ungh fuck, fuck—“ toji was so vocal, grunting and moaning with how much you were squirting it seemed endless.
you were drooling, eyes crossed, vision white as pleasure consumed you. toji knew you lost all brain capacity when you began uttering the repeated sound of his name followed by little babbles of “want your cum.”
“you want my cum?” toji grins, showing his teeth as his thursts turned sloppy, losing his cool at your blessed out face.
“fill me up.”
fuck, toji really hated you. his hand grabbed your jaw, his thumb hooking inside your mouth, your tongue falling out. “telling me to fill this nasty pussy up wit’ my cum?” toji tsked feeling you clench at his words. “you don’t deserve it, being a brat the entire time.”
your drool coated his thumb as it ran down his wrist. along with your tears filling your eyes at his rejection. your hips bucked as you whined. “want it. want your cummy.”
cummy? if it was under any other circumstance the man definitely would have cringed, but you were absolutely fucked dumb, and hearing you slur your words had his whole body running hot.
“you’re not on the pill.” toji bites, jaw clenching as you licked and drooled on his tongue, eyes filled with tears.
“i am!”
his eyes sunk ten times darker. you were making him lose all sanity.
“shit.” his head dropped, hand grabbing the back of your knees, his entire body pressing down as he leans up, fucking his cock deep until you were absolutely knocked. the sight of his cock bullying your virgin pussy was making his head dizzy. your clit all puffy was like a magnet, drawing his thumb to fall on it in harsh circles. your body jerked, crying as you gripped the sheets.
“fhuck my pretty girl, squirting all over daddy’s cock.” your pussy clenched. “ya? like daddy’s cock filling you up?” his jaw clenched as your tongue peaking out shaking with each vicious thrust.
“daddy,” you repeat, head empty. “fill me up.”
you moan together. he was completely under your spell. his eyes focused on your face twisted in pleasure.
“never had this pussy filled, have you?” his thrusts are sloppy, his jaw clenched. “tell me why you deserve it?”
“g-good girl hngh!” your face was so cute, his laugh masking his groans.
“good girl eh?
you cry, nodding your head. “please!”
“who do you belong too?”
“you!”
“who?”
“t-toji…” your eyes are crossing, pretty tits shaking as his entire weight drives each thrust. the thought of his heavy cum filled balls bursting inside you…you tighten around him, his jaw clenching.
“who makes ya feel good?”
“you do, daddy!” his cock is twitching, abs clenched as he forbids himself from giving in just yet. the edging making his mind heated and the pleasure longer.
“no more boyfriend,” he pressed your knees down a little harder, almost suffocating you in this mating press. “you’re mine.”
“yesyes—“ the mindless chanting had his head spinning. the built up adrenaline from the match consuming his veins as he fucked out every last bit of it. your precious little body was the most generous outlet. his cock was so unbelievably painful, his moans were getting a little more vocal until finally he gave one final thrust until the first large burst of his cum painted your gummy walls. your mind went white, forgetting if you were even orgasming or not as you felt his cum gush inside you. his moans were unlike anything you’ve ever heard. so deep and strained. his body covered in sweat, muscles flexing as he shook with each thrust, filling you up until the cum started overflowing and coming out. he was stuttering above you, body shaking as he felt the most pleasure release him.
you were completely spent.
your vision was hazy as you drifted out.
“babygirl.”
you felt the gentle hand stroking your cheek as he leaned over you, his lips softly meeting yours. you sigh, opening your mouth automatically, inviting his tongue so you could suck on it, his thumb brushing your warm cheek as the other stroked your side, your legs lazily around his hips.
“you okay?” he pulled his lips away. “I wasn’t too hard?” he was still out of breath, which made you blush.
you shake your head. “not too hard. felt good. your cum is all warm inside.”
“ya?” he smirks, rubbing your thigh as he leans back. your pussy lips parting, all sticky as he watches his cum still seeping out. “you look so pretty like this.” his hand traces the olive branch tattoo on your thigh. “with my cum inside you.” he slowly bends down pressing a kiss to your sternum, your nails lightly scratch his nape, earning a satisfied hum. “do guys usually cum this much?”
toji blushes, lifting his head to look at you. “no, that’s why mine is more special.” he smiles, making you flush. “i mean it.” your lips part, but he looks back up, eyes meeting. “no shitty ass boyfriend.” you swallow.
“are you gonna be my boyfriend then?”
“yes.”
“you can’t just tell me what to do and—“ your breath catches, heart suddenly beating a lil faster, hyper aware of his long gaze. “what?”
“you said you’re mine. so that’s that.” toji moves up, just inches from your face as he watches every dart of your eyes, every breath that comes out…his lip tugs up. “you were only dating him because you didn’t have me.” your eyes look away.
“that’s that.” you repeat softly. your face is burning, an urge crawling up inside you. he wanted to be with you. he wanted to be with you….toji…wanted to be with you, but, “megumi.”
toji brushes your cheek. “don’t think about that. okay?” he kisses your warm cheek.
“okay.” he sits up fully now, gently dropping your legs. his face shifts slightly, his hand falling on the dark bruise on his ribs.
“does it hurt?”
his lips part to reassure you, but you lean over, laying your small soft hand on his ribs. “I’m sorry i asked you to go harder.” your lips meet his bruised skin, knowing it was a childish thing to kiss a bruise as if it was medicine. but toji’s face went bright red. his stomach fluttering as he stared down at you. your eyelashes so soft…
“don’t apologize, baby.”
your gaze meets, and he watches your eyes squint up as you smile. your thumb softly caressing the skin, sitting up. “but I’m sorry.” you tilt your head, giving a little pout. he raises a brow, his hands falling on your hips as you begin wrapping your arms over his shoulders, kneeling between his legs. “i was being a brat.” he knew exactly what you were doing. the playful glint in your eyes, the little teasing you only do with him.
“taking accountability?” he tilts his chin up, meeting your pout with a tilt of his own.
“mhm, i learn quick.” you smile. “did i work you hard? it’s okay we can go slower next time.” his jaw locks.
“oh ya?”
“mhm, it’s okay t-o-j-i, we’ll go at your pace.”
“you fucking minx.” he grabs a handful of your ass, pinching it. “you could barely take it.”
you squeal. “nuh-uh, you were trying not to bust a nut when you went inside me.” you squeal at the harsh slap.
“you’re a fucking talker ya know that.”
“you like it though.” you cry out a laugh as he grabs your face squeezing your cheeks to prevent you from yapping.
“making fun of an old man for controlling himself around a pretty little virgin. i would’ve hurt you, sweetheart, if i went too hard from the start. would’ve had you crying.” his eyes glanced over your face.
“i was crying already.”
he smiles. “that’s the good crying, baby.” he licks his lips. “would never actually hurt you intentionally.”
your stomach is bursting with butterflies. toji has always been kind to you and the others. he always kept his circle close, which really meant you were his own. but you didn’t expect such raw emotions from him. megumi rarely mentioned his long deceased mother, but when he did, it was always followed by how much toji had loved her.
the words slipped out before you could think. the green eyes suddenly grew lighter as his face went still.
“you’re a good man, toji.”
the warmth from his body spread to your cheeks as his arms loosened just slightly. not that he was pulling away, but that he was taking in your words. both of you so vulnerable at this moment, completely naked for everything to see, it felt more intimate than when he had his dick driving so deep inside you, giving you waves of his cum because this time his eyes grew softer, and his smile was as delicate as a dandelion.
“kiss me.”
you did.
you could feel the smile in his kiss. his lips wet, but soft. he was holding your chin, pulling away, his breath fanning your face.
“you’re an angel.”
your cheeks set on fire. lips breaking into a shy smile making him laugh.
“wanna shower?” you only nod, burying your face in his neck, clearly still embarrassed from his words, he laughs at your reaction, petting your head as he coos. “my little angel is embarrassed now.”
“am i your baby, sweetheart, puppy, or angel?” you mumble into his neck. “it’s too many.”
“is it too many, should i just stick with your name then?” he says your name. your body reacts, burying your face deeper into his neck. he barks out, laughing. “that’s your name, princess.”
princess now?! “shut up! you’re so doing this on purpose.”
“I’m just talking to you, puppy.” this fucking dick! you huff pulling away, you knew you looked flustered so you pushed his face away from you, not caring that he was wincing from touching his bruised eyebrow. “ow pup.”
you stumble off the bed, wobbling just so briefly before standing up straight. “puppy is a degrading one!”
“you came hard when I called you that. opened your mouth so wide—“
“ahhh shut up shut up shut up!” you cover your ears as you speed walk across the large master room to the bathroom. toji immediately jumps off the bed, scaring you. your eyes widen as he chases after you, making you squeal running faster.
“cmon, don’t act shy now. you were a pretty dirty angel when i had you stuffed full.” he grabs your wrists pulling them away from your ears. you shake your head. “stop it no, no—no bedroom talk when it’s not happening. what happens during sex stays in sex.”
“so ‘puppy’ is your sex name then. what if i want a little kiss?” you pause. “my mouth is so wet.” your eyes lock on his lips seeing him purposely collect the spit around. your body reacting immediately, stepping forward, as you lean up to meet his lips. “cmon puppy, open up.” your lips part, his pride swelling seeing you submit so fucking easily. his thumb comes up, pinching your nipple making your eyes flutter and moan drop your jaw. he spits directly into your mouth. “sex name?”
“shut up.” you lick your lips. cheeks hot as you turn your head. “are we gonna shower?”
he smiles.
next thing you know, you’re leaning against his arm, hugging it close as his other arm is slotted between you, fingers thrusting inside with such force, talking so dirty in your ear as you let out broken moans.
“you like getting finger-fucked by your friends dad, huh?”
your chopped moans had you drooling on his arm. eyes fully rolled back. “like daddy stretching this cute pussy?” your only replies were moans.
“come for daddy.”
“cu-cum-anghh.” your legs shake, knees giving out as you cum hard. he easily wraps a strong arm around you, holding you up.
you couldn’t wrap your mind on how you were even able to cum again, but when toji laid you under his bed covers, pulling you to his chest. you could feel the long night weigh your body down. “are you actually okay?”
your hand lays on his chest, fingers brushing his bruises.
“just tired.” he sighs, pulling you closer, an ease consuming his body the closer you pressed yourself to him. the comfort your touch brought was unlike anything. the memories of his past no longer a feeling of constant grief and sorrow.
you leaned closer, burying your face in his neck snuggling close. your lips meeting his warm skin as he sighs, arm wrapped around you.
“I’m scared megumi is gonna hate me,” you softly whisper. no clue why you were ruining this moment, but your anxiety was still creeping back in.
his eyes are closed as he answers. “because we fucked?”
“because i fucked his dad.”
“does he have a crush on you?”
“no!” toji laughs, turning his head to look at you.
“i said it’ll be okay.” his arm pulls you close, leaning his forehead to yours. your body growing warm. “do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“then go to sleep.”
and you do.
little did you know poor megumi was a little more sober than the rest and when he couldn’t find his phone in the middle of the night, he decided to go up and fetch his dad’s phone. was it because he was tired that he wasn’t picking up on the slight gasps and cries until he slid the door just an inch all for him to witness the millisecond of his dad’s bare ass drilling— SLAM
megumi was frozen. the door immediately shut. he didn’t want to decipher what he’d witnessed but why did your voice have to be so recognizable! Sadly the poor boy had to run away with hands covering his ears, only to run into a shocked nobara standing by the stairs.
“Is that y/n!!?” megumi ran covering the the girl’s mouth.
“shhhhh!”
in other words it wasn’t a big shock when you were all having breakfast and yuuji decides to speak.
“so are you like megumi’s mom now or?”
you choke on your cereal as megumi coughs violently. toji was still upstairs. your face was on fire. you couldn’t lift your head.
“look what you did, idiot!” nobara elbows yuuji hard. then your bottom lip shook, and worse a tear slipped. they all froze completely. you don’t cry easily. you don’t!
“please don’t hate me, m-megumi…” your eyes filled with more tears. you really are an idiot, you knew what would happen if you ever crossed that line. but…toji was different. your heart ached without him, and it swelled whenever he looked your way. when you were upset you wanted to see him, when you were anxious you wanted him to rest his hand on your head. when you didn’t want to talk, you wanted to hear him talk….he was different. but he’s also…
“your dad.” you swallow your tears, sucking it up. but when you decided to lift your head, megumi’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pressing you tight.
“it’s fine.”
your mouth was dry, eyes wide, but you buried your face in his shoulder as he hugged you—which he never does—and calmed you down.
“you’re not mad?” you wipe your face as he pulls away.
megumi lets out a heavy sigh. “i knew this would happen.” everyone raises a brow. “all he does is ask about you, what’s y/n doing? where is she? did she finish her work? is she coming today? on and on and on—“ megumi groans. “at least now I don’t have to be a middle man.”
your cheeks stung. nobara couldn’t help but giggle, she’s never seen you so flustered. kyoi sure as hell never made you feel like that.
“what else has he said?” you bite your cheek.
“he told me he likes sparring you!” yuuji chimes in. your cheeks run red, remembering what he told you last night.
it did take some getting used to. toji randomly coming over and wrapping an arm around your shoulder was fine, but when he’d lean down and kiss you deep, megumi couldn’t help his gagging. do that was a no. but other than the slight pda (on toji’s part) it was all the same. except for something only megumi noticed, which was how much happier his dad looked.
he couldn’t explain how oddly perfect the relationship was. you fit him perfectly and him to you. so megumi bared his teeth at the awkwardness, and went about his weird life.
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The warm morning sunlight shone gently through the open window of the hotel room, a light breeze blowing the curtains softly. Peter stirred in his sleep, yawning as he brought one hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes, before opening them slightly enough to observe the world around him. Laying on his side on the soft mattress of his bed, was you, one of his arm’s was draped under your sweater holding your bare waist as the other went behind his head casually. His mind then remembered what had happened last night. He remembered confessing his feelings to his best friend. He remembered his best friend confessing her feelings to him. He remembered you under him. He remembered the feeling of kissing ever inch of your body. He remembered the feeling of being inside you and pleasuring you. And he definitely remembered all the times you told him I love you.
Peter sat up quietly to stretch his arms out, being careful not to wake you. As he came back down from his sigh, he turned over to look at your sleeping form, and he felt himself melt at the beauty he couldn’t believe he could finally call his. Your body was tangled in the soft white sheets covering your bare legs. Your hair was messy but pushed out of your face as your head lay on the pillows. Your eyes closed and mouth slightly parted. He could hear the little soft breaths coming from your lips. His eyes traced down to your neck, seeing the love bites he left last night.
You shifted silently, rolling onto your stomach, half your body on Peters side, your check pressed against his shoulder, your arm thrown lazily across his chest, and one leg bent on top of his legs. Peter chuckled quietly to himself, how did he get so lucky. He placed a hand on your back rubbing it gently, as he continued to watch you in awe. Your eyelids fluttered open at the sensation, mouth opening letting out a little hitched yawn. Your eyes met with soft chocolate ones.
“Hey.” You say quietly, as you give Peter a tired smile.
“Hey.” He says as he smiled back. That’s the moment when you became aware of where you were. You shot up, you were practically straddling Peter.
“What time is it?” You say a little too loudly. And that’s when Peter eyes widened and he became aware of the situation. Peter quickly turned over, making you lose your balance on his lap and fall off the bed.
“Fuck-” Peter jumped of the bed, helping you up on your feet. His hands came up to your face, one hand cupping you cheek as the other rubbed the back of your head, where you fell. “Are you okay?” A smile tugs on your lips as a laugh escapes.
“Yea I’m fine,” You still continue to laugh, making Peter laugh nervously.
“A-are you sure your okay?” Peter was still holding you, your hands came up to hold his wrists bringing them down to your sides. Instead you took a step forward, wrapping your arms around Peter’s neck pulling him close to your face. Peter’s hands came up to hold your waist.
“Your such a dork.” You say as you pulled him into for a kiss. Yes, Peter has kissed you, multiple times last night, and you guys had sex, but kissing you still made brought butterflies in his stomach. You pulled away, still holding Peter close to you. You noticed his red cheeks and sparkling eyes, and you melted. “I’m in love with you Spidey-boy.” Peter’s face brightened as he heard the words leave your lips.
“And I’m in love with you Stark Chick.” Peter reconnected your lips. His hands slid down to your thighs nudging them for you to jump. You wrapped your legs around Peter’s torso, crossing your ankles behind his back. Peter held you close as you deepened the kiss. You guys were too invested in each other, completely forgetting to check the time until you heard a knock at the door.
“Hey Peter, it’s me Ned. Your not answering your phone and I really need to change because we’re leaving in like 15 minutes, can I come in?” Peter’s head quickly whipped around as his hand came up.
“Wait! Give me a minute!” Peter put you down gently as he grabbed his shirt and pants, and you grabbed your shorts.
“Fuck I have to go back to my room.” You whisper yell as you button your shorts.
“We don’t have to say anything to anyone yet, I can just tell Ned you fell asleep here and wanted privacy.” Peter says.
“Yea okay,” You and Peter walk to the door, but you give Peter a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll see you in a bit.” Peter opens the door, letting you out. Ned looked between you and Peter, you say a quick ‘hey’ to Ned and practically run down the hall to your room.
-
Mj was already dressed and ready to go.
“Where were you?” Mj said as you walked over to your unslept bed.
“I um I stayed at Peter’s room” you say, as you take out a clean pair of clothes.
“Peter’s room, why would you stay at Peter’s room- oh my god is that a hickey?! You had sex with Parker!” Mj’s hand came over her mouth as she looked at you in shock.
“Shhhhhhhhhhh, don’t yell.” Mj’s hand dropped as she walked over to you. She moved aside your hair exposing more hickey’s.
“Dayammmm, Parker really couldn’t get enough.” You never checked to see how much Peter left on you.
“What?” You made your way to the bathroom mirror, your eyes widening at the amount of hickeys Peter left. “Fuck how am I supposed to cover all these. I didn’t even bring make-up, I only brought fucking mascara that’s it! Fuck,” You turn around looking back at Mj who is laughing her ass off. “Stop laughing, what is everyone gonna say?”
“Really Parker? Like I knew there was a little somethin somethin going on between the two of you, but Parker?!” She didn’t even try to hide her laughs now.
“Shut up, can you just help me,” You say teasingly.
“Ok ok,” She grabs her bag from beside her bed. “Wait a second,” she turns around to look at you, this time her face was in a small smirk. “was that your first time?” You felt heat rise on your cheeks.
“Y-Yea, it’s not a big deal,” Mj pulls out her make-up bag, which only had three things in it, but it was useful.
“Not a big deal- yes it is! Hold up- did he pressure you to do it because I swear to fucking god-”
“No no he didn’t, I wanted to. We wanted to, and he had a condom so it was fine. He really cared.” You say, your mind wandering to the night before, lustful memories of Peter and you tangled in each other-
“Helloooo,” Mj says waving her hand in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“What sorry,”
“I was asking if he was good.” Mj says, as she pulled out her concealer. Your face reddened quickly, making Mj chuckle to herself.
“Yea he was, better than I thought. But that’s all I’m saying.”
“Fine fine, one more thing though.” Mj says as a smug smirk appears on her face.
“What?” you ask, curious to know.
“Was he big?” You quickly push Mj out of the bathroom, as she started dying of laughter.
“Shut up!” You say closing the door to the bathroom. Mj was still laughing. “And he was!” You say through the door, just making Mj fall on the floor as she died of laughter.
- - - Peter’s Room - - -
Peter turned around, walking back to the bed, his face burning up. Ned quickly came into the room closing the door behind him. “What happened man?” Ned says as he turned Peter around to face him.
“N-Nothing happened,” he answered as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“C’mon man, you can’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying,” Peter says as he goes to grab some clothes. Ned’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in the scene. Peter’s bed was a mess, and some pillows were tossed around the side of the bed and a … red bikini bra.
“YOU HAD SEX WITH HER!” Peter’s head whipped around, his eyes blown up in shock. He followed Ned’s eyes, as he saw your bikini top lying on the foot of bed. Fuck you must’ve forgotten to take it. He quickly picked it up and hid it under his shirt.
“No Ned! We-We didn’t do anything.” Ned was frozen, he knew his friend had sex, it was obvious. But Ned wanted to prove it, he made his way to the trash can next to the bathroom, he took a quick look inside.
“Dude there’s a condom in here! You had sex with y/n!” Ned says making his way back to his bed as he stood in front of Peter. Peter gave up, he couldn’t hide anything from Ned.
“Yea we had sex, but stop yelling people will hear.” Peter says, his hands coming up to rub his face. Ned was looking at Peter in shock.
“Dude how did you have sex with her?!” Peter looked up at Ned, “Yea sorry I’ll be quiet,” Ned said lowering his voice.
“She-she just came over last night, and she told me everything.”
“What do you mean everything?” Ned said as he sat down on his bed, across from Peter’s.
“Like everything, why she was avoiding me, and that she likes me-”
“She likes you!” Ned’s hand quickly came up to cover his mouth, he let out a muffled ‘sorry’. Peter’s face lightened up, remembering your whole confession to him last night.
“Y-yea she likes me. She’s in love with me, and I’m in love with her and it-it just led to sex.” Peter smiled to himself. Ned saw the smile that spread on Peter’s face and he couldn’t hold his.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Okay everyone the bus is here, are you sure you all got everything because we’re not coming back to the hotel.” Mr. Harrington says as he looks over at the students. They all tell him there ready. Mr. Harrington lines everyone up by the buses as he does attendance.
You and Mj were the last to arrive, both of you running across the hotel finally outside, both of you yelling, “We’re here!” Everyone turns around to look at the two of you. Mr. Harrington just shook his head in a disappointing way. You and Mj quietly make your way to Peter and Ned. Mj says a quick hey to Peter as she practically pulls Ned away from the two of you.
“So -um, does Mj know.” Peter says as he stuff’s his hands in his front pockets.
“Well yea, considering the fact that you couldn’t contain yourself.” You say teasingly as you gestured to your neck. The concealer didn’t do much to cover the hickeys, you could still see them, faintly. Peter’s face reddened.
“S-sorry, I couldn’t help it.” He says a little embarrassed.
“It’s fine.” You say, stepping a little closer to him, but not making it to obvious. “I like having you on me.” You say quietly. Peter eyes widened at how forward you were.
“Fuck,” he says under his breath.
“Ok everyone on the bus.” Mr Harrington says. Mj and Ned let you and Peter sit next to each other on the bus. It was a bad idea. You guys couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Well obviously you couldn’t, you finally got to express your feelings, finally and you weren’t going to let that go. Peter moves a little closer to you, taking your hand and intertwining them with his, as he rests them between both your legs so people don’t notice. You look up at Peter with a cheeky smile.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Midtown won the Decathlon, everyone shot up from their seats, jumping up and down hugging each other. Peter gave you a long hug, that brought your feet up from the floor slightly. But quickly put you down when people started to stare. Everyone came up to you with hugs and high fives. But when Flash came up…
“Hey what’s that?” Flash says pointing at your neck. Your eyes widen as you take a step back from Flash’s hug. You quickly cover your neck with your hair again.
“Nothing,” You say, looking around to see if anyone noticed what Flash said. Luckily everyone was just celebrating their victory.
“Woah woah, don’t say nothing. Who was it?” Flash asks with a teasing smile on his lips. You shake your head, as your face quickly reddened.
“Who was what?” You say innocently.
“Who did you fuck last night.” Flash says quietly knowing you were on the lookout. Flash wasn’t being mean, you knew that, but there are so many people you can’t just say you had sex with Peter.
“Wh-whatttt,” You say trying to play it off. “I didn’t fuck anyone.”
“C’mon y/n, I know what a hickey looks like, and I also remember giving condoms to everyone, so just tell me who it was. I won’t say anything.” Your debating now. Should you tell him. It’s not like you can’t trust him, you know him. He stood up for you on many occasions. But he does have a big mouth. He can’t stay quiet. Butttttt he has been really open to you, ever since you guys became friends, Flash has trusted you with almost every secret. He told you things he’s never told anyone. It wouldn’t be fair to hide things from him. And you couldn’t lie. Fuck, I’m gonna tell him.
“Peter,” You whisper in his ear. You shouldn’t have.
“PARKER?!” Everyone falls silent, all turning around to face you and Flash. Flash does a fake laugh, “Oh um sorry just needed to congratulate Peter that’s all.” Flash says as he makes his way to Peter, giving him a pat on the shoulder. Peter looks at you questionably, you quickly mouth out ‘it’s fine’. Flash comes back to you this time whisper yelling. “Parker?!” You push his shoulder teasingly.
“Yes, Parker.” You say imitating his voice. Flash rolls his eyes.
“Since when was that a thing,” Flash says easing up a bit. He was overprotective of you, not in a jealous way, but because he cared about you in a sister-brother type of relationship, and you found it sweet.
“I don’t know, I just…I like him,” You say as your eyes fall on Peter talking to one of the other decathlon students. Flash watches you, seeing the smile on your face when you see Peter. He knows Peter and he knows you, he couldn’t think of anyone better to be with you.
“He’s good. You got lucky.” Flash says as he looks at Peter too. You turn your head to face Flash, a teasing smile on your lips.
“So you approve, father.” Flash bumps his shoulder against yours.
“Shut up.” His eyes met yours, “I’m just looking out for you… and yes I approve.” You both laugh, as you hugged it out. Flash went to go talk to some other people. Peter made his way over to you.
“What was that all about.” He says, his eyes following Flash, but returning to yours.
“He knows…about us.” Peter doesn’t seemed shocked. He knew you’d tell Flash, considering how close the two of you got. But he had a smile plastered on his face. “What are you smiling about,” you say as a smile tugs on your lips as well.
“I just didn’t know there was an us,” Yes, you guys shared some kisses and exchanged I love you’s, but this made it official, at least for Peter and you.
“Shut up. Does the whole confession and sex thing not make it official.” You tease.
“Well I wouldn’t mind doing the sex thing again as a reminder.” Peter whispers as your face becomes red. You see a smirk appear on Peter’s face. You always made him blush, but now he can do it to you, knowing that he made you like that.
“Stop doing that,” You say turning around so Peter can’t see you flustered.
“Doing what?” He says turning you around. He still had the teasing smirk on his lips.
“That. Stop doing that.” You say pointing at his face. Peter takes your hand in his, making your cheeks heat up more.
“Fine fine, I’ll stop.” He says letting go of the smirk as a smile appears on his face, wider than ever, is replaced.
“Don’t do that,” you say, making Peter’s shoulders drop.
“Ok I’m not doing anything this time.” He says his thumb now rubbing circles on the back of your hand.
“Yes that smile, it just makes me wanna kiss you.” Peter’s face redness quickly.
“I can’t help my smile.” He says.
“Whatever, I guess we’ll have to wait till we’re alone.” You wink as you turn your back and walk over to Mj and Ned. Peter’s eye’s follow you with pure love. How did he get so lucky, to have you fall in love with him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“There’s my girl!” Tony yells as you hop off the bus. You run up to your dad as he embraced you in a hug.
“What are you doing here?” You ask curiously as you pulled away from the hug, wanting to know why he picked you up.
“What, so I’m not allowed to pick up my favorite daughter from her field trip?” He answered sarcastically as you rolled your eyes.
“I’m your only daughter, that you currently know of.” This time Tony rolls his eyes as he puts his hand on your shoulder. This is when Peter comes over, smiling brightly at Tony, but his eyes landing on you, you could practically see the heart eyes.
“What’s up with you kid?” Tony said as his eyes wnet between you and Peter. Peter quickly took his gaze off you and back to Tony.
“Nothing Mr. Stark, just wanted to say hi…um hi.” He gives Tony a small wave. Tony rolls his eyes, still finding it hilarious that Peter still gets nervous around him.
“So is Aunt hottie picking you up,”
“Dad!?” You elbow his rib as he laughs.
“I still love Pepper,” he says, continuing to laugh.
“That’s what I thought,” Peter was holding back his own laughter.
“No, she’s at work, sir.” Tony had a smile plastered on his face.
“Sir? Peter you can just call me Tony it’s been a year and half.” Peter seemed like the ultimate fanboy as he nodded his head with a goofy smile on his face, knowing fully well that he would still call him Mr. Stark. “How about you come back with us to the compound for dinner?” Your eyes brighten at the thought of Peter, your now boyfriend, coming back.
“YES!” He answers a little to quickly. You held in your laughter, as Tony gave Peter a questioning look before gesturing the two of you to the car.
The car ride consisted of Tony sitting between you and Peter and Peter taking stolen glances at you when Tony wasn’t paying attention. The ride back home felt like forever, but when Happy finally pulled over, you quickly raced to open the door before Tony held your wrist.
“Peter, can you give us a minute?” Tony says with a generous smile.
“Yea, of course” Peter exits the car, and so does Happy. You sit back down in the seat as you gave your dad a questioning face.
“What’s up?” you pop the p slightly.
“I just wanted to check on you…” Tony said as he looked deep into your eyes, “I just wanted to know if you were okay last night and if you…you know, got some sleep.”
“Dad I was fine, I literally texted you every hour and called you in the morning and when I got there and when I got on and off the bus-”
“Ok ok, I get it, but you know you can talk to me. You can tell me anything.” You smile at your dad as he embraces you for a hug.
“I know.” Tony pulls away, his eyebrows furrowed when he saw a few purple spots on your neck.
“What’s that,” he says, as he reaches to move your hair aside to get a better look. You quickly move back, slipping out of the car.
“Nothing! I’ll see you at dinner!” You shout as you ran towards the entrance of the compound. Peter was waiting by the door his face lighting up when he sees you coming in. “let’s go,” you whisper shout as you both make it to your room.
You passed by some of the avengers, greeting both of you with hugs, until you finally got to your room. Peter went in first and you closed the door, not bothering to lock it. When you turn back to face Peter, he captures your lips with his. “We’re alone.” He murmurs against your lips.
You smile against his lips, “Yea we are,” Peter hands hold your waist pulling you closer, as he deepens the kiss. Your hands wrap around his neck.
“Jump.” He whispers. You don’t hesitate to listen, Peter held the bottom of your thighs as your ankles crossed behind his back. Your hands now in his hair as the kid grew more passionate and love thirsty. You guys hadn’t kissed since that night, and you both missed the feeling of each other.
Peter sat you down on the bed, as he crawled on top, your lips still connected. His hands were everyone, and so were yours. Peter started kissing your jaw and your neck-
Knock knock
Peter quickly gets off you and you both stand on opposite sides of the bed. You turn to Peter, his eyes full of terror. Mr. Stark is going to kill me.
“Who is it?” You say as you sit back on the bed trying to seem normal, as you assured Peter to relax.
“It’s me,” you recognize the voice immediately, you should’ve known it was Steve since he’s the only one that actually knocks around here.
“Come in!” You shout as you get up from your bed making your way to the door. Steve opens the door his face brightens up when he sees you. He traps you in a hug.
If only he knocked too, but at that time you were both a little too far in.
Four months later ————
“Shit y/n-!” Your head bobbed, as you sucked on Peter. Peters head was thrown back as he bit his bottom lip. One hand on your head as the other gripped the sheets tightly. His hips bucked into your mouth as you worked him. Your tongue swirled on his head, Peter letting out a loud moan. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth. “Fuck baby, get up, fuck I need to be in you.” You let his cock go, leaving a small kiss at the tip. Peter helped you up as he flipped the both of you over. His breathing really heavy.
His hand went behind your back as he unclasped your bra. Then he went down to remove your panties. As soon as they were off, and your legs were spread wide for him, he lost it. “Fuck y/n,” he crawls back to you as his eyes flicker between your sparkling eyes and what’s between your legs. “Baby, your so wet.” Your breathing is heavy, your arousal was evident, you really needed him.
“Peter,” you breathe out. Peter smiles as he moves to your nightstand, taking out a condom from the drawer. He ripped the condom open with his teeth, still maintaining eye contact. His eyes traced over your body. He stood on his knees between your legs as he slips on the condom. That’s when he sees your needy eyes. “Peter come on.” You whine, Peter raises his brows.
“So needy are we.” You roll your eyes.
“Your the one who got the boner in the middle of the movie.” You say raising your own eyebrows in a teasing manner. You see the pink coming onto his cheeks.
“Your hands were all over me, mostly near my area, how could I not get a hard-on!” Peter says, as he finally gets the condom fully on.
“Fine, it was the both of us.” You admit, just needing Peters touch. “Just touch me already.” You say. Peter smiles as he makes his way on top of you, taking your lips in his.
“You know I love you.” He says against your lips. You smile, pulling him closer.
“I know, I love you too Pete.”
You and Peter had the compound to yourselves, the rest of the team going on a mission, but deciding to leave you too behind, on a count that your “not needed”. Which was utter bullshit, you just knew your dad didn’t want the two youngest avengers going into something there not sure about. It was an unexpected mission, it came out of nowhere, so it could’ve been small. But Tony wasn’t going to risk it.
You and Peter were watching a movie in the common room, until you guys became a little too touchy feely and that’s how you both ended up in your room doing this.
Little did you know that the team was coming off the quin-jet, all tired of the long three days they had.
“Shit, y-your so tight,” Peter said as he thrusted into you. Your nails were scratching his back as Peter sucked on your neck.
“Faster P-Peter.” You said as your hands gripped the sheets next to you. Peter repositioned himself for a better angle, as he thrusted back into you, hitting your sweet spot. You moaned out loudly in pleasure. Peter knew your body so well, after four months of doing this, he really noted the things you like and dislike.
Peter continued to thrust into you as his lips reattached to your nipple. His eyes flickered up at you then to your hands. Seeing your hands glow slightly, he didn’t stop, he continued to thrust into you and he intertwined your hands. He knew you were close.
It was something that usually happened when you and Peter had sex, it was when you were about to come. Your powers would start to heat up, not to the extent where you needed to blow something up, it was small and it didn’t heat up enough to burn Peter, so he’d hold you. The first time it happened Peter had to pull out and check on you, but the more you guys had sex, Peter would just take your hands. And it would die down as soon as you felt his hands in yours.
“Fuck Peter, your s-so good.” Peter smiled, and thrusted faster, you found out that he had a small praise kink. “You feel so good inside me.” Peter sucked on your neck as he grunted with each thrust.
“So fucking beautiful,” He muttered as he continued to thrust into you. He got so lucky with you. And you got lucky with him. But the only people that knew about this relationship was Bucky and Nat, no one else. That’s what made this even worse.
The team was exhausted, the mission wasn’t big like an alien invasion, but it was still tiring. They all collapsed in the common room. Tony however, wanted to greet his daughter. He just wanted to see if you were alright, and if you didn’t have another ‘episode’ while he was away. You haven’t had any since the big one on the field four months ago, but Tony couldn’t help it, he’s your father, and fathers check up on their daughters. So that’s how Tony ended up in front of your room. He heard you moan, but sex wasn’t the first thing that came to his mind this time. I really do need a dance party right now, Tony thinks to himself.
So, Tony reached for the door knob already starting to speak, “Are we having another dance par- WHAT THE FUCK?!” You and Peter are both a moaning mess, but as soon as you two hear the voice your heads whip to the door, and you see your dad standing there. Peter instantly, wrapped his body around you, trying to cover you as much as possible. He brought the blanket cover up with his other hand. Tony locked eye’s with you, but he quickly looked over at a pale faced Peter. Without another word, he exits the room.
“What’s wrong?” Clint asked as he saw Tony walk past him and Bucky, going back to the common room, his jaw clenched and hands in tight fists.
“My daughter and intern are fucking,” Bucky’s face turns pale. He stays still not saying a single word. Fuck Tony’s going to kill me.
Peter’s eyes were still fixated on the door. His face pale, he forgot how to breathe. “He’s going to kill me.” His voice was coated with fear. He looked back down shifting a little on top of you. But you don’t seem to be paying attention.
“Shit, shitshitshitshitshit. Peter pull out,” you breathe. Why was he quiet? Why did he just leave like that? Fuck he’s mad, he’s really mad. SHIT! Peter nodded, pulling out, and sitting upright on the bed.
“What are we going to do?!” Peter said as he looked at you with worried eyes.
“I-I don’t know,” You say, as you thought of all the possible outcomes.
“You don’t know?!” Peter is starting to freak out.
“No I don’t! He seems really mad, what if-” You turn so your looking at Peter. Your eyes look over his face, and you feel the sting in your eyes. “W-what if, what if he makes us break up.” Peter immediately, wraps his arms around you bringing you close to his chest.
“No, y/n that’s not going to happen, because I promised to always be here for you,” Peter pulled away, lifting your chin up so you could see his face, “And I love you, I love you so much y/n, and I’m never going to leave you. Never.” A smile tugs on your lips.
“I love you too Peter,” You lean in, connecting both your lips. Peter deepens it, as his hands slide down your body, you quickly pull away before anything more happens. “But seriously, I think we should talk to him.” Peter nodded, both of you getting up, and throwing your clothes back on.
You and Peter walked into the common room, finding the whole team in the kitchen. As soon as they notice you, you hear Clint and Sam laughing. You rolled your eyes, as you made your way to the couch, were Tony was sitting. Nat and Bucky stood quietly in the corner, too afraid to say anything that might cause them to lose their cover. Thor and Wanda watched the whole thing carefully, like it was some movie. And Steve, he just had a disappointed expression on.
“Uh Dad?” You say a quietly. You stood a few feet away from him, and Peter stood next to you, picking at the skin on his fingers, something he did when he was nervous.
“What the fuck? What in the actual fucking hell!” Tony says, his eyes shooting up at you. “Really Parker, REALLY,” Tony is now standing, taking a few steps towards the both of you. “After everything, I’ve done for you, THIS is how you repay me. We had a conversation, an adult, man to man, conversation, and you just throw it out the window like it was garbage-”
“No, Mr. Stark it’s not like that-” Peter says as he finally meets Tony’s eyes, completely regretting it.
“DoN’T Interrupt ME!” Tony shouts as he paces around the living space. “How-what- WHEN when did this start.” Tony stopped as he pointed between you and Peter.
“Four months.” You answer, knowing you should be the one speaking now.
“FOUR MONTHS!” Tony glares at Peter, as he takes a few more steps towards Peter, making Peter take a few steps back. “You’ve been fucking my daughter for four months?” Tony’s voice is stern and not at all how he usually is. There was no hint of sarcasm, or ‘I’m kidding’, Tony was mad.
“No- I-I mean yes, but it’s not just the sex Mr. Stark, I care about her, she’s my whole world-” Peter says as he tries to defend his case.
“We talked about this, Peter we talked about her, do you not remember,” Tony’s voice lowered, as he sounded more disappointed and more protective than mad.
“I do remember, I do-”
“Then why would you do this? Why? Why on earth would you go behind my back and do that?” Tony sounded hurt, but also very protected. God dammit you were his little girl, he would be damned if he let another guy touch you, not after everything that’s happened.
“I love her Mr. Stark, I love your daughter and I’d do anything for her.” Peter stood his ground, like he told you. He looked into your father’s eyes, every word that left his lips full of truth and love. Tony was taken aback about what he just heard. He looked back towards you, then back at Peter.
“You love him?” He asked you softly.
“I do dad, I really do love him.” That’s when Tony relaxed. His face relaxed and body tension all swept away. He’s never heard you say that about anyone, other than him and your fellow avengers family. Tony opened his arms, gesturing you to come. You were in his arms in a matter of seconds, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Okay,” he says, stroking your hair. You pull away, a bright smile on your face.
“Really!!” You were practically jumping in his arms, but Tony quickly looked back at Peter.
“Yes, BUT I swear to god if you hurt her Parker, if you leave her or break her, I will hunt you down, and make sure you know what real pain is.” Peter let out a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. But Tony gave him a harder glare, Peter quickly nodding his head.
“Y-Yes sir, understood. I would never do anything to hurt her, I’d rather die than make her feel any kind of pain, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I caused her any pain. I’m always going to protect her.” Peter answered with full truth. Tony’s heart practically leaped out of his chest. He knew Peter was a good kid, but after hearing that and looking into his eyes, he knew that Peter would do anything and everything to protect you. And you would do the same for him. Tony out of instinct pulls Peter into a hug. Peter was shocked at first, but embraces his mentor, in the hug. That’s when you three hear the claps and ‘a wwww’s in the background. You all turn to see the team, completely forgetting that they were standing there the whole time.
“I knew they were perfect for each other,” Nat said.
“Yea but I found out first and technically I knew about Peter’s crush first,” Bucky said to Nat.
“Yea, but y/n told me the first time they kissed and the first time they had sex, so sucks to suck.” Nat says smiling to herself for knowing more than Bucky did.
“I don’t suck, because who was the one that kept there cover. Huh? Me, I did!” Bucky said smiling proudly, knowing Nat couldn’t say anything else. But both their smiles are swept away when Tony’s voice rises.
“YOU BOTH KNEW?!!!” Nat and Bucky turn and meet Tony’s eyes. “AND YOU LIED FOR THEM?!”
“No- uh Tony- Fuck!” Bucky yeets out of the room, knowing fully well that Tony would kill him. Nat on the other hand, didn’t give a shit.
“Yea, and?” is all she said. Tony just stared back at her, knowing fully well that he couldn’t do anything.
“Anyone up to watch a movie?” Peter chripped, everyone looking at each other, shrugging.
“Why not,” Sam says as he jumps over the couch taking a seat. The rest of the team make there way to the living room, still in their suits, but not caring. Some sat on the couches and some comfortably sitting on the floor. You sat next to Peter in the corner of one of the couches, his arm wrapping around your waist pulling you closer. Taking the invitation, you rest your head on his shoulder.
Clint flipped through the movies, Sam yelling for him to stop moving through the list so fast. Wanda and Nat were quietly talking as Steve eavesdropped on their conversation. Thor stretched out on the floor, with a bowl of popcorn on his lap munching loudly. Vision and Rhodey sat beside Tony. Bucky soon came back, taking the seat farthest from Tony. Tony didn’t do anything though, only shooting death glares at him every time they locked eyes. And you, well you watched the whole scene that was happening around you. After all the restless nights, and reckless days, all the pain and blood, you were finally were your supposed to be. You were with your family and that’s all that mattered.
I Finally Found My Way.
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A/N: So that was the end of the series, hoped you guys liked the series, I’d love to get feedback. But I’m I’ll be opening requests really soon, it’s just that I had a few ideas for small one shots. I also have an idea for another Peter series, but I’m not going to start it right away, because I want a chance to do some of your requests :)
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I just love being Loki’s pet
Pairings: Loki x Reader
Warnings: Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Possessiveness, Abuse (in the beginning), Adequate Writing
Wordcount: 2,591
Chapter Summary: Loki decides to crash a gala in the palace of England to show his dominance and put your people in “their place.” After meeting you, a feisty young princess, he says he will leave your people be if he can take you as prisoner. Will you abide to save your family and your people?
Your parents were the King and Queen of England. You, their beloved daughter, and Theo, your older brother, were always happy in the palace. Tonight was the gala. Girls from around the world came to meet Prince Theo, the next in line, and possibly become the next Queen. You listened as the orchestra played wonderfully. Everything felt perfect. If only you had known, chaos would ensue about two hours later.
You wore a beautiful emerald green dress, long and flowing with elegance. Your entrance would be announced after your parents’ and before Theo’s. Theo was the one they all came for. Many men and boys also came for your presence, but you knew tonight’s main focus would be on Theo. Or so you thought.
Theo, being the first born to the L/N family, would take the throne after your parents’ passing. You, however, were the second child and therefore did not get to rule, which you didn’t mind. You didn’t like the thought of being responsible for an entire country. Theo had dated a few girls in the past, when he was 16 and 18. Now at 21, your parents were adamant that he should be ready to settle down within the next few years. You had talked to him once or twice, and you knew he was nervous about tonight. All the girls from around the world had paid their way here, and already had money, but it seemed that they weren’t as genuine as other girls that he had met who didn’t know his status.
You smiled as you entered after your parents, your dress trailing behind you. The contract of the navy blue carpet and your dress was beautiful, and you watched as a few photographers snapped pictures of you as you walked down the stairs.
Lastly was your brother, Theodore, walking down the stairs. He was dressed in a plain black tux, with a striped tie, his hair looking marvelous, slicked back as usual. You had several pictures taken of you with your family, then you decided to wander and find something to entertain you. You found yourself wandering the floor, winding up at the bar so you could eat a few snacks, before it was dinner time. Henry, a bartender, gave you some fresh fruit and vegetables to snack on, and before you knew it, it was time to eat.
You met everyone in the dining hall, your mom and dad asking Theo if his mingling was going alright. You knew he struggled a bit with these kinds of things. The dining hall table had been replaced with many smaller round ones, fitting more people, many of them young women.
Suddenly, you felt the ground shake violently. Earthquake? You thought to yourself, before quickly shaking off the thought. Couldn’t be. Then, glass broke from one of the doors in the entranceway. You gasped, and your personal security guard quickly grabbed your arm, dragging you to the hall closet before pulling you inside. Oh my gosh. You thought, letting out a small whimper. Within a few seconds, Theodore was thrown in with you, and you breathed out a sigh of relief, knowing your brother was by your side and alright. “Mom and dad are okay. Peter took them to another room. Apparently, there’s been a break in.” He explained, and your brows furrowed.
“How? The gates are closed, aren’t they?” You questioned, and he nodded, hesitantly.
“They’re supposed to be. But maybe someone knew the code, somehow.” He explained, making shivers run down your spine. The head of security made sure to change the code whenever someone left the team, and it was suspicious that an 8 digit code could be guessed at such an inconvenient time. Such an important time as this.
“I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose.” A man spoke from outside the closet, in the direction of the dining hall. “Where are your precious King and Queen?” He asked, and you shook with fright. No. Not your parents. You hoped with all your heart that they were okay. They were fighters, after all. You hoped in your mind that this was all a sick and twisted dream. In fact, before this, the only Loki you had heard of was from Norse mythology, and was in fact, fiction. None of this could be reality, could it? You pinched yourself, with no satisfaction of waking up.
“Y/N, are you alright?” Your brother Theo asked from the other side of the closet. You nodded.
“What’s going on out there?” You asked, your heart skipping beats left and right. This was the scariest thing you had ever been through, that was for sure.
“Where are they!” The man screamed from outside, and you shuttered with fear. “Tell me!” Was his next order.
Suddenly you heard screaming and yelling. You recognized the scream from your mom, and the yells of opposition from your father.
“No no no no no,” you whimpered out, slightly too loud, and Theo covered your mouth with his hand.
From outside, you heard more dominant words coming from the man. “You all will kneel to me now, not your precious King and Queen. I am the ruler of you now, and forever.” He spoke angrily, and you knew you had to do something. Breaking away from your brother’s grasp, you opened the door and ran into the dining hall.
“Don’t touch them!” You screamed, watching as your parents were also on their knees, begging for mercy from the man in front of them.
The man you knew as Loki stood in front of all the people at the gala, all of which were on their knees, your parents in front of them all, men holding their hands behind their backs so they couldn’t move in the slightest.
“Well well well, who do we have here?” The man waltzed over to you with dominance. “What’s your name, little one?” He stroked your cheek with one hand, and held a golden, glowing scepter in the other. You kept your mouth closed, not answering him, in hopes that somehow you could wake up from this nightmare.
“If I tell you, will you leave my parents and my people alone? We are not to kneel, we are a strong nation, and will not be overcome by your foolishness.” You spoke, coming close to gritting your teeth, as there was murmurs and whispering amongst the crowd. You hoped he wasn’t paying much attention to them.
“Feisty little one, aren’t we?” He spoke, pulling you into a different room, you noticed security guards no longer blocking the doors. They must be among the crowd, forced to kneel like everyone else. “Who are you?” He forced you against the nearest wall, and you felt your airway tighten, not being able to get air through thanks to his forcefulness.
“I’m Y/N L/N.” You choked out, and he finally let you go, as your feet landed back on the floor, you almost fell down due to your heels.
“Princess?” He asked, not knowing whether or not you were of royal blood.
“Yes, sir.” You nodded, hesitantly. You saw a smirk and a glimmer in his eyes appear on his face, and your heart skipped a beat.
“In order for me to leave your family and your people alone, I’m going to need something in return.” He spoke, and you nodded.
“If money’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get, anything, just don’t do this to my people.”
“Isn’t this their rightful place? To kneel before someone like me, to submit to someone like me, let me rule before them?” He almost scowled at you for your sentiment.
“Maybe they’re meant to be ruled, but I’ll be damned if it’s like this.” You growled, snapping at him.
“You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours, Y/N L/N. You’re mine now.” He smirked, trailing the tip of his septor on your face, then poking the tip of your nose with it. You rolled your eyes at his slightly manic behavior.
Loki instantly brought a smack to your cheek, and although it burned, you pretended as if it didn’t. You had to make him believe you were stronger than this. He then brought his hand to the small of your back, and lead you back into the dining hall. “Your precious Y/N has become your savior!” He announced, quite violently, you might add. “She has agreed, to save your people from my rule, to become mine. She is my prisoner. There is nothing you can do to get her back.” He seemed like he was growling by the end of it, and there was nothing you could do to calm him.
“Y/N, you don’t have to do this.” You heard your mother call from the crowd. Walking up to her for the very last time, you bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead, then one on your father’s.
“This is for the good of our people,” you spoke with reassurance. “We will be okay.” You headed back to Loki’s side a moment later, and he watched as your parents cried for your departure. To him, it meant nothing. Loki saw humans as weak, not just because of physique, but mainly because of their sentiment and compassionate nature that lead them to lose many battles.
You were the opposite. You believed that sentiment and compassionate was the way to go, that it created peace and helped people prosper. By becoming ‘Loki’s,’ you thought, you could save your family and people from the rule of a horrible man. Or, as you would learn mere hours later, god.
Loki, using his scepter -or so you thought- teleported both you and himself to somewhere very unknown to you. You listened as people gasped around you, the immense power that came from his dark presence immediately dissolving and lightening the depressing, unnerving mood. For them, at least.
For you, the torture continued, as he held onto your gorgeous figure for a moment, as if making sure you were still with him. You were, unfortunately for you. You immediately thought of Theo, and hoped that somehow, he’d meet a wonderful girl, even though you weren’t sure how the night would end for everyone there.
“Green’s a wonderful color on you, little one. Did you know I was coming?” You heard Loki ask. You shook your head in slight fear, and you heard a chuckle come from his beautiful lips. You looked around the foyer, realizing that the main color palette in the house was black, gold and of course, green. “Scared, kitten?” He asked. You shook your head again, and yet another chuckle came from his lips. You could tell he knew of your fright. What else were you supposed to feel in this moment? Happiness? Relief? Definitely not. “Not up for talking, I guess.” He shrugged with a subtle smirk plastered on his face. You stayed silent, yet again. “Let’s bring you to your room, little one.” You watched as a pair of golden handcuffs clasped over your wrists, and you almost cried out from the tightness, but you wouldn’t give Loki that satisfaction.
As you walked upstairs, following him, with guards behind you, making sure you wouldn’t pull anything. Your room was right next to Loki’s, and though beautiful, you knew in your heart that you were still a prisoner, never a friend to this horrific man. The bedroom wasn’t too bad, for a prisoner, anyway. The walls were a dark emerald green, the bedspread was white with dark emerald colored accents, with black, green, and white pillows lined up neatly at the head of the bed. There was a gold legged side table with a succulent topping it.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes, shall we? I’ll go through some of our rules while we do.” Loki spoke, and your eyes widened. Hopefully he didn’t mean that you’d be undressing in front of him. Unfortunately for you, that’s exactly what he had in mind. Although, he did love you in the glorious ball gown you wore, that seemed to hug your body in all of the right places. But, he wanted to see you in all of your mortal glory. Even if that wasn’t what you wanted. You looked at the door longingly, hoping that he would soon leave. “I’m not going to leave, my pet.” He spoke, as if reading your mind.
“You can’t make me.” You said without thinking. Yes, he could. Loki had complete and utter control over you, and as long as you wanted to keep your people and family safe, you were his. Completely. A smirk appeared on his face as the sassy look fell from yours.
“Yes, I can.”
“Yes, you can.” You spoke, sighing. “I apologize.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s get that thing off of you.” You turned around at his command, and he found a corset lace-up backing, which he immediately began on. Subconsciously, you hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed with your body. He traced his fingers over the subtle moles on your back, as if intrigued by them. Asgardians were usually completely unmarked, unless given a scar from fighting. But your little ‘flaws’ intrigued him thoroughly. As he unlaced the backing, your sleeves began to fall off of your arms, giving him more and more of your body to look at. You pulled your arms out once had unlocked the cuffs, and the dress began to slip down even further. “Rule number one,” he spoke, dominantly. “Never defy me, or there will be punishments in store for you, little one.” You nodded hesitantly.
You shuddered, realizing that your breasts were now revealed to him, and the cold air hit your back. “Rule number two, you’re mine. Utterly and completely. You are not to talk to any men in this house, except for me.” He told you, and you nodded, even though that rule seemed absolutely bogus to you. Loki stepped in front of you, helping you out of the dress, marveling at your breasts while he was at it. You now stood just in your underwear and silver heels, which you could hear him silently scoff at. What did he have against silver? He admired your body in awe, and you suddenly became self conscious, trying to cover your body as much as you could. “Rule number three, never hide your body from me, sweetness.” Your hands shook as you removed them from your breasts. and part of your stomach. “Good girl.”
“Rule number four, you will only refer to me as master or sir.” You rolled your eyes, which you soon realized was a mistake. You felt your head held by his large hand, grasping at your throat.
“I- I’m s-so-rry.” You spat out, as much as you could. His grip on your throat loosened, and you sighed in relief as you could breathe again. Finally.
“You should be. If you’re a good girl this week, I may even let you sleep in my bed. But for now, we have to make sure you’re not going to pull anything, little one. Understood?”
You nodded. “Yes sir.”
He smiled in satisfaction, dressing you in an emerald green baby-doll, removing your heels, which he left in the room, but your panties, he tucked into his suit pocket. You tried not to leave a judgmental look on your face as he did. He replaced the gold handcuffs, tucking you in, leaving you wondering how you were going to get out of this mess.
el tigre es pequeño y gordo
Do you think that when Steve Rogers sneezes, one of the Avengers goes up to him and whispers, “God Bless America” Then Steve fucking looks at them like this
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