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frat!sukuna x reader. sukuna’s worst mistake was agreeing to a bet with satoru gojo. the bet? that he could get you, his sweet, organic chemistry tutor, to sleep with him.

warnings! none really, except angst. brief implication of sex.

note : man, who the hell was i feeling like? not sure if i’ll write a part 2 :)

wc : 2.5k

“what did i ever do to you? why, why me?” your voice cracked, eyes welling up with fresh tears. your bottom lip wobbled, swollen and bloodshot eyes locking with sukuna’s, the raw hurt evident in your gaze.

sukuna felt as though someone were jabbing the sharpest shard of glass into his heart, repeatedly withdrawing and selfishly going back in for more. his body felt frozen, cold blood running through his veins. he felt a sense of urgency, panicked as he thought of ways to rectify what you both had.

the one good thing that happened to him.

“please, sweetheart. can’t you see that i regret ever agreeing to the bet? im begging you, you have to believe me,” sukuna pleaded, trying his hardest to convey his honesty. he stepped closer to you, arms outstretched in an attempt to bring you closer to him. his heart broke when you stepped back instantly, trying to create more distance between you two.

“i don’t believe a single thing you say. you’re a fucking liar, ryomen. you’re an asshole, i wish i would’ve never met you,” you cried, “i wish you would've never chosen me as your victim. why, ryomen, why?” 

sukuna resembled a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing repeatedly. seeing his blank expression trying to most likely come up with what you’d believe to be a lie, you turned on your heel and attempted to walk away from him, the ache in your chest worse than any other pain you had experienced.

”baby, please don’t—“ sukuna’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. you immediately whipped back around and tugged at your hand, trying to free yourself from his grasp.

”let go of me! don’t fucking touch me!” you screamed at him, raw hurt evident in your wails, “haven’t you done enough? just let me leave, i know you don’t care about me, so why won’t you just let me go?” 

“listen to me,” he continued, gripping your wrist, letting your other hand smack and punch his forearm, “please, pretty girl, i can’t lose you. just let me explain—“

”don’t call me that! explain this to me, ryomen. why did you pick me? why?” you ceased your attack on his forearm, exhaustion catching up to you. your dolled up face was now stained with mascara streaks, and you had never felt more uncomfortable in the outfit you put together with sukuna in an attempt to make you feel confident at this party. fresh tears rolled freely down your reddened cheeks as you asked in a wobbly voice, “was it because you could tell nobody had ever chosen me before? did i seem like an easy target to you? a stupidly naive girl, a nerd, a girl that guys don’t bother looking twice at?”

“stop, stop saying those things—“

”why me?!” you wailed, scrunching your eyes shut, unable to continue looking at his guilty expression.

sukuna didn’t know how to answer you. he didn’t know how to tell you that yes, he had agreed to gojo’s bet because they knew that getting a sweet, nerdy tutor like you to sleep with him would be child’s play. he never thought he would find himself in this predicament; falling in love with you, the only person who held him as if he were something gentle. the person who never made him feel aggressive as he usually tended to be. you made him feel as if he could be softer, more gentle. you had been the single person who had seen that side of him. and only he knew that underneath that sweet exterior, you had a feisty personality that you internalized. you captivated him so greatly that he memorized small details about you; your matcha order from your favorite cafe, the non-smudge brand of pens you used, the birthmarks that littered your body. he knew how you constantly felt out of place, never quite fitting in with any crowd. you had cried to him about your family, the pressure you felt to become something successful, you had been completely vulnerable with him. 

he knew he was breaking you, and that this moment would be pivotal in your life. this would change your heart forever, and your trust in people, especially men, would never be the same. 

and it was all thanks to him.

not knowing what else to do, he used the hold on your wrist to tug you into his chest, your weakened body allowing itself to be tugged. you hated yourself for how you craved his comfort, his scent, his soft voice that reassured you various times before you knew it was all a facade. your legs felt like jell-o, knees wobbling as you collapsed in his arms and sobbed hard into his chest. his eyes welled up with tears knowing he was about to lose you indefinitely.

”i’m so sorry, baby. i’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking. he held you tight to his chest, praying to the universe that he could somehow go back in time and never agree to anything. he had never felt such an intense pain like he was experiencing now. his sweet, kind girl, crying in his arms because of him.

he had truly been falling in love with you, hard.

you continued lamenting, hiccuping as you attempted to catch your breath. you gathered enough strength to pull your head back and look up at him, not caring a single ounce about your appearance. you knew it would be the last time he’d see you in this position. red irises looked down at you, gazing into your pained eyes. his hand came up to cup your cheek, wiping the continuously falling tears with his thumb. you remembered how he had done so before, on nights when your chest felt especially heavy with the load you carried and you felt safe enough to share yourself with him. the memories kept flashing through your mind, one standing out amongst the others.

the night you had fully given yourself up to him. the night that solidified his victory in satoru gojo and his’s bet. you remembered how gentle he was, his constant reassurance and praise as he touched you, how beautiful you felt under his gaze. you felt loved.

and none of it was real.

with the pain heavy in your heart, you allowed rage to overtake you, eyebrows furrowed as you screamed, “i hate you! i hate you, ryomen sukuna! you’re the worst thing that ever happened to me!”

sukuna could see the moment you snapped back into reality. the reality that yes, his actions were the worst thing he could’ve done to a beautiful soul like yours. yes, he was the worst thing that could’ve happened to you. he let you pound your smaller fists into his chest, thrashing in his hold as you wailed, “let go of me! i hate you! i hate you!”

suddenly, sukuna felt somebody forcefully tug him backwards, the shock was enough for him to loosen his hold and let you slip out of his arms. his head turned in surprise to see suguru, his only sensible frat brother, holding him by the back of his shirt with toji standing behind him. 

“let her go, man. don’t make this worse for her than it already is,” the long haired man spoke, shaking his head at sukuna.

when he turned his head to look back at you, all he could see were your trembling shoulders turned away from him, your arms wrapped around yourself as you cried, walking away from him.

he attempted to escape suguru’s grip on him, but was pushed back with a firm hand to his chest. toji had stepped forward and gave him a look that said ‘stop,’ and walked a distance behind you, planning to follow you and make sure you made it home safely.

he watched you walk away from him, forever.

“alright, class. by the end of this week you should be familiar with carbohydrate reactions, hawthorn projections, and synthesizing amino acids. these will be on our midterm exam next thursday, so don’t wait to ask for help.”

sukuna considered himself to be a relatively busy person. vice president of his fraternity, delta phi, captain of his soccer team, and a full-time college student. it was no wonder that when his organic chemistry II class began to pick up, he started falling behind. not wanting to fail the class and risk his status in his organization and team, he went straight to his professor for help.

the older man had told him what every other professor would’ve. 

come to office hours and ask his questions to the head tutor.

that’s where sukuna found himself on a tuesday morning after lecture. he dragged along satoru gojo, president of their frat, simply for moral support. they walked the short distance to the laboratory building where office hours were held. he pushed the door open and realized they were the only people in the room. clearly the tutor had stepped out of the room, seeing as though there was a laptop sitting open on one of the tables that had a plastic standing label that said ‘OCHEM 8B.’ an iced matcha sat near the laptop, condensation forming a wet ring of water on the table. 

”well, looks like nobody’s here to help your stupid ass. can we go now? i need to go to costco to buy the liquor for friday but you’re the one with the card,” the white haired man huffed, rocking back on his heels and gripping his backpack’s straps.

”man, just wait a minute. i can’t flunk this class for fuck’s sake,” sukuna rolled his eyes before continuing, “just sit down and go on reels or something. if they don’t show up in the next five minutes, we can go.”

sukuna sighed and placed his backpack on the floor next to the chair facing the TA’s, taking a seat and crossing his tattooed arms. pulling out his own phone and opening instagram, he scrolled through his feed for only a minute or two when the door swung open, his eyes snapping up to meet yours.

he was taken aback by how pretty you were, your oversized hoodie and leggings were casual and comfortable, glasses framing your surprised face. you smiled awkwardly at the two men before speaking, “so sorry! nobody usually shows up to office hours, so…” you trailed off, walking to your seat in front of sukuna. he got a whiff of your vanilla perfume, mentally forcing himself not to lean forward when you finally sat down and logged back into your laptop. 

“s’okay. we weren’t waiting for long. here, gojo,” sukuna mumbled at the end, pulling out his wallet to sift through his cards and pull out their shared membership card, holding it out between two fingers at his frat brother. his eyes didn’t leave you, watching how you furrowed them slightly, only looking up at the interaction for a second. 

the white haired man snickered softly, walking up and grabbing the card with a smirk. Just as he was walking out the door, he let out a “have fun!” in a tone sukuna recognized as one that the brother typically uses when sukuna is dragging a girl upstairs to his room. sukuna shot his back a glare before quickly looking back at you, slightly embarrassed and hoping you didn’t catch the implication. he was relieved to see you were more focused on wiping the puddle of water from the table with a napkin you were holding. 

“so, what can I help you with?” you asked sweetly, giving him a small smile. he felt something twist in the pit of his stomach.

”i’m having a hard time understanding haworth projections,” he responded, a rare feeling of embarrassment hitting him. sukuna couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this. he had made a reputation for himself. he knew the rumors surrounding him and they made him feel confident. he knew he never had a serious relationship, he didn’t do feelings, especially not ones that made his chest feel warm.

what the fuck is happening?

“no problem, they can be super tricky to grasp. here, lets start with a fischer projection and go from there,” you answered non-judgmentally, standing up to wheel over a whiteboard to demonstrate an example. your back was turned to the man, meaning he couldn’t see your reddening face. 

you knew exactly who was sitting right in front of you. ryomen sukuna. vice president of some frat you couldn’t remember the name of, you had noticed the attractive, pink-haired man numerous times during lectures, sure that he had never glanced your way. not in a self deprecating way, but you had heard rumors of the parties his frat threw, along with the types girls he’d fuck which seemed to be your polar opposites. you’d seen him carry himself confidently, so it was no surprise to see the mildly embarrassed look on his face as he asked you for help. 

you slowly went through each step on how to close the ring, ensuring that he understood. you had been chosen for head tutor due to your ability to aid struggling students in a patient manner, only allowing them to move onto the next step once they demonstrated complete understanding of the previous. while it was tedious, you constantly received praise from students and the professor who both appreciated the grade boost your aid provided. 

before either of you could notice, two hours had gone by. sukuna felt as if he could teach the subject himself by that point, but he felt a pull to stay. 

“i’m sorry, but i have to head home before work. if you have any other questions or need more help, i’ll be here on thursday, too!” you smiled softly at him.

he found himself reciprocating the smile, the expression feeling foreign on his tattooed face. 

that day, he went home feeling lighter, the doubts of failing his upcoming exam long gone thanks to you. walking into his shared home, he saw gojo sitting on the couch leisurely. flopping down next to him, he stared straight at the tv that was playing whatever show satoru was watching. 

“so, how’d it go with that cute tutor? did she freak out at being in the presence of a man?” satoru snickered, not looking at sukuna. 

“it was fine, asshole,” sukuna rolled his eyes, his stoic expression not giving anything about how he had felt during the session, away. 

“hey, i bet you can’t get her to sleep with you,” the blue eyed man wiggled his eyebrows with a crude smirk.

not knowing he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life, he let his ego and pride get the best of him.

”bet.”

yuji itadori

let’s get in the back of your cop car, officer!

ryomen sukuna

frat!yuji x reader. you lose a bet against nobara, now you’re being blindly set up at a halloween party. you? officer. yuji itadori? inmate.

warnings! : mdni, 18+. aged up yuji + characters. smut : p in v, smoking (marijuana), petnames, semi-public sex, squirting. basically 6k words of pure filth. prob ooc. reader is a cutie cosplaying as baddie. she’s also horny as fuck. she is us.

songs i listened to :

playing dangerous - lana del rey

i smoked away my brain — a$ap rocky

redbone - childish gambino

kiss land - the weekend

les - childish gambino

hotel - montell fish

so high - doja cat

TBH - party next door

note : finally, some fucking food. been having a yuji craving recently. trying out the whole lowercase thing on this post, lmk if it’s annoying! asks are open <3

wc : 8.3k

“well, you know what that means! you lost the bet. now you have to come to kappa phi on saturday,” nobara, your best friend and roommate of 6 months boasted. 

you were caught red handed eating a bowl of creamy instant ramen from the 7/11 around the corner. now, this usually wouldn’t be an issue if not for the fact that you and nobara were on a strict “90 days hard” challenge. that meant nothing but disgustingly healthy food for 3 months. 

after such a short time of being in a fashion marketing internship together, you and nobara had grown into the closest and purest female friendship you had ever experienced. a safe space to be a monster and curse death on a bitch who did you dirty? that is your friendship explained. an honest and caring heart poured into every conversation? you had hit the jackpot.

this 90 day challenge however, was making you question that.

“dude, you were serious about that?” you groaned with a mouthful, throwing your head back and swallowing the ramen. 

“yes, and even more now that you folded. that means i can get wasted this weekend!” she cackled before she got slightly serious, her tone light, “so what would you do if i said i already bought you a costume?”

you narrowed your eyes at her, “what is it and why did you pick it for me?”

”let’s just say you’ll be matching a friend of mine at the party and i’m not telling you who so don’t bother asking!” she squealed at the end once she saw you stand from your spot on the shared cream sofa.

”just tell me how you know him and whether you genuinely think setting us up is a good idea, and why,” you told her in a slightly serious tone. you and nobara weren’t strangers to double first dates with random dudes from hinge or sending each other a cute guy at the bar, but this was the first time she’d set you up with a friend. 

“okay, his name is yuji itadori. i’ve mentioned him before, remember? he and our friend megumi go to jujutsu tech but they’re from the same chapter so they’ll be there on saturday. you haven’t met them because they were studying abroad this summer, but they’re back now for fall. this halloween will be their first time back out so you have to be there!”

”okay, okay! what else?”

”you’d seriously love him. and i would never date him, that’s how i know he’s good for you—“

”be serious!” you smacked her.

”ow! you’re both strong as hell! no but seriously, i think you guys would really hit it off. he’s sort of like you; a weirdo disguised as a baddie. or conventionally hot people who are actually cuties. you guys can seem to just be typical twenty somethings but you guys are actual nerds. he’s basically a geek jock.”

”say no more.”

the 31st of october had rolled around quickly, you and nobara currently getting ready in her large bathroom.

“what did you say he plays again? i don’t want to start talking about scoring goals when he’s making 3-pointers,” you grumbled as you curled your hair to perfection, pinning the section in order to set it.

“he’s making home runs,” nobara answered with a smile, straightening a section of her short hair. 

“okay, and where did he—“ 

you were interrupted by the shrill ringtone blaring from nobara’s phone cutting through meg the stallion’s voice. 

“hello?” nobara swiped right on ‘meg 🐺’ nearly shouting to be heard over the music. 

“turn that shit down!” megumi yelled, his voice drowned out.

”excuse you, don’t say that about meg the stallion!” a voice faintly called out in the background.

you quickly moved to turn the music down, mouthing a ‘sorry’ at the phone. 

“what do you want, fushiguro?” nobara spoke at her naturally loud volume.

“what time are you guys pulling up? its going to be packed so i’ll come out and get you guys,” the deep voice spoke through the phone, wavering as if he were moving around.

”how packed? like that one time at your place? or like—“

“todo! where do we put our stuff?” megumi’s voice interrupted.

”you can put your stuff in my room. choso left his room unlocked for you, itadori.”

”okay but you better not have sex on the fucking bed like that one time—“

”fushiguro! don’t call me and then ignore me!” nobara yelled into the speaker. clearly her voice could be heard through megumi’s speaker because a new voice responded. 

”is that kugisaki? you better go out and grab her cause it’s going to be packed as a motherfucker,” the deeper voice spoke in the background.

”hey, choso.” nobara spoke in a flirty tone, smirking at you. so this was the hot older brother she was talking about. you giggled quietly.

“cut that shit out! of course i’m going to grab them. what time do you think you’ll get here?” megumi’s voice spoke, going from irritated to slightly less annoyed.

”well we’re finishing up our hair, then we’ll get dressed and head out. we’re walking there so it’ll be maybe another hour?”

”it’s going to be super loud so i’m going to keep my ringtone on. call me when you’re on frat row.”

”’kay,” nobara answered nonchalantly, her straightener squeaking quietly.

“‘kay, bye—wait! are you still bringing your friend for yuji? he said he wants to know whether looking like a carrot will be worth it,” megumi spoke, voice clearly holding back a laugh. 

“watch out yu, might have to steal her from you if she’s anything like your friend,”

choso’s words could be heard in the background.

you and nobara grabbed each other by the arms, flailing around silently as you freaked out. 

”dude, shut up. yes or no, kugisaki?”

”yes, it’ll be worth it, itadori!” nobara giggled into the speaker, smiling at you as she picked up the straightener to go over her front pieces. 

“‘kay, good. he’s bitchless and ready—“ another voice that was heard close to the phone was interrupted by scuffling and yells, new voices laughing in the room.

”you’re an asshole, okkotsu,” a boyish voice spoke.

”go get dressed jail boy. people are already starting to fill up the backyard,” the same voice spoke.

”call me later, kugisaki.” the call ended, nobara putting down her straightener and turning to you,

”so, how are you feeling?” she asked and continued before you could answer, “i know you’re nervous but everyone’s really nice. we should probably just steer clear of choso and his friends, maybe todo too. maki is going to be there. we’ll go in, chill for a little and then you can look for itadori.”

“okay, i’m feeling good. can you help me put on the costume before i undo the curls? i don’t want them to drop if i sweat to put it on—which speaking of! i can’t believe you didn’t let me try it on! what if it doesn’t fit?” you panicked at the thought of needing to come up with a last minute costume as a backup.

“i literally took your measurements not too long ago, plus we still kind of locked in for a month and a half. thats gotta count for something. it’s going to fit, trust me,” she walked as she spoke, you following behind her as she entered her room and went straight for her closet. 

“it better,” you grumbled.

she pulled out a small bag, spilling the contents onto her bed. there was the costume which she grabbed and held up. it was a typical sexy cop costume, a deeper blue color adorned with buckles and a belt that sat in the middle. the zipper ended low on the top, meaning your boobs needed to act right and cooperate. the rest of the bag’s contents included handcuffs, a fake gun and a hat. 

with nobara’s strength and a prayer, the short romper went up and over your ass, zipped, and your boobs were adjusted to perfection. 

“holy shit, you look hot as fuck!” nobara yelled, whipping out her phone to snap photos of you. 

“my ass is kinda hanging out,” you cringed, seeing the back of the romper. one bend over and its over.

”your ass isn’t hanging out enough, girl. help me get dressed now!”

an hour later, you and nobara were making the short walk to the kappa phi house. students in costumes filled the streets, music could be heard throughout the neighborhoods, and groups of people walked in the same direction as you two. nobara’s phone began to ring once the house came into view, the same caller id as before. 

“hey,” nobara answered.

”hey, you said you’d be here in an hour. its been an hour,” megumi’s voice could barely be heard over the music blasting.

”geez, chill out. we left the house after the hour, we can see the house now,” nobara answered, “start coming out.”

”what’re you dressed as?”

”just look for a fairy,” nobara responded. she was dressed as rosetta from the tinkerbell movies. 

“‘kay, i see you.”

”what did you dress as? i don’t see you,” she held her phone to her mouth, looking around at the crowd of people standing at the front of the house. an a$ap rocky blared through the speakers, the smell of smoke and sweat becoming stronger. 

“um..” you heard from behind you, the same voice as the one that was heard on the phone. kugisaki ended the call and you both turned to see a tall, pale guy with messy hair hidden under a baseball cap. he was wearing a baseball uniform, filling it out nicely. 

“fushiguro, are you dressed as yourself?” nobara laughed, slapping a hand over her mouth. your lips quirked up, trying not to laugh. 

the player turned around to show the backside of his jersey, the letters ‘ITADORI’ written straight across his back with a big number 8 underneath. 

“no way, you’re dressed as yuji! don’t tell me you lost a bet, too?” nobara cackled, turning to you and grabbing your shoulders, “this is the friend i brought for itadori, what do you think?” she introduced you, looking back and forth between you two as you shook hands, telling him your name.

”i’m megumi fushiguro. you’re definitely itadori’s type, i’ll say that,” he said, turning back around to walk towards the house.

you both followed, nobara giving you a thumbs up before speaking up, “can you take us to maki? we’re going to chill for a bit before looking for itadori.”

”yeah, they’re outside smoking.”

he led you guys through the sea of people in the entrance and living room, parting the way to enter the backyard. there was still a lot of people outside, but space to breathe. you met up with the group of people, being introduced to maki’s boyfriend and their friends. todo was among them, but nobara was sure to put you between her and maki, especially once she noticed the look he gave you when you introduced yourself.

you all passed around a blunt, you taking the least hits so that you could be levelheaded yet relaxed. the water you’d been drinking to prevent cottonmouth had caught up to you, your bladder screaming at you. you were able to sneak away from the group, making your way through the crowd in the living room. you wandered around until you bumped into someone’s back, sending you backward a couple steps as you tried to not embarrass yourself.

”hey! are you okay?” you heard a male voice call out over the music, looking up to see what could be described as a hot emo guy. tattoos adorned his pale face, arms, and neck, along with facial piercings. he was jacked and tall.

”i’m okay, thanks. sorry for bumping into you, i’m just trying to find the bathroom which is lowkey impossible,” you raised your voice to answer him, making contact with his hazel eyes, reddened by what was most likely marijuana.

”i can show you the way, c’mon,” he said before turning around, leading the way. you chose to trust the stranger and followed closely yet alert, trying to not be swept away with the crowd. 

once you made it out of the living room and into the hallway, he began leading you upstairs and away from the party. you hesitated to follow him, not fully trusting this stranger who had been kind up until now. when he noticed you hadn’t followed him up the first few steps, he turned back and gave you a reassuring smile as he spoke.

”hey, i promise i’m just taking you to the bathroom. i live here and have thrown enough parties to know that you’ll be standing in line for the downstairs bathroom for at least thirty minutes. so unless you’re okay with that, i’d come upstairs.”

once you heard the last sentence, you were making your way upstairs with the kind stranger. he led you through the right hallway and stopped in front of the first door. 

“here you go. we cleaned the bathroom extra hard in case any pretty girls needed to use it,” he smirked, opening the door for you and stepping aside.

you couldn’t help the blush that crept up your neck and up to your face, pressing your lips together and looking down to hide your face.

”well, thank you. what’s your name?” you asked, still looking down. 

“name’s choso,” he responded, making you raise your gaze slowly, recognizing the name as someone nobara specifically told you to avoid. not because he’s a creep, but because he’s a dangerous flirt. 

“thank you, choso,” you introduced yourself, telling him your name in return. you entered the bathroom, about to close the door when you heard him speak, clearly smirking,

”oh, i know.”

you paused, not knowing how to react. you chose to just close the door once you heard his footsteps retreating. 

“hey yuji, have you seen your policewoman yet? because i have and let me just say; damn,” choso spoke in yuji’s ear, slapping him on the shoulder twice.

”dude, what? no, i haven’t seen her yet, where did you see her?” yuji asked, rubbing his deltoids and looking around for you. the view from the kitchen was really restricted.

”i helped her find the bathroom and let her use the one upstairs. better keep an eye out for when she comes back down,” choso smirked.

yuji felt his stomach drop. he was really about to meet you. finally.

yuji had been waiting for this moment for months. ever since nobara had mentioned you and described his ideal woman. yuji had been stalking your instagram silently, using their frat’s sweetheart maki’s phone to actually scroll through your highlights when he wanted to lurk even further. he hadn’t been able to formally be set up with you due to his hectic schedule as a full-time student and athlete trying to keep both his athletic and academic scholarship. the season had finally concluded after their win at the college world series. 

now was his chance.

when nobara had brought up the idea of having you lose a “bet” that she said she knew you could never win, which included him finally introducing himself to you, he could’ve hugged her. he would’ve, if she didn’t threaten to kill him if he touched her.

yuji made his way out of the kitchen and tried getting closer to the staircase in hopes of having an easier time finding you. he had no clue how tall you were, what if you were short and he misses you? how many girls here are matching their boyfriends and chose an officer and inmate as their couples costume? he was beginning to lose hope.

that was until he felt something—or rather someone crash into his chest. he had been too distracted looking up at the staircase to see if anyone had been walking straight in his direction. ‘redbone’ by childish gambino infiltrated his ears, leaving one of his senses down. his arms immediately shot out to grab the person by the shoulders, hoping they wouldn’t fall over. 

“are you o—“

“i am so sorry! this is the second time i run into someone,” he heard the voice speak, looking down to see the top of a girl’s head, only seeing neatly styled hair. she was looking down, causing yuji to look down and see her shifting up the top of her black knee high boots. when she finished adjusting, she looked up and yuji nearly came in his pants.

his eyes immediately landed on the boobs perfectly situated on your chest, covered barely enough to leave any person’s imagination to run rampant. they stood out against the deep blue fabric of a costume. a cop costume. yuji’s eyes immediately snapped up to meet your own, a crimson burn beginning to make its way onto his ears and cheeks at the embarrassment of being caught staring at said boobs. his heart absolutely dropped to his feet when he realized exactly who he had run into. trying to save himself, he reluctantly let go of your soft arms as one of his hands reached up to rub the back of his neck, a nervous habit. 

“its okay! are you okay, though?” he asked, trying not to show just how anxious he was. you were absolutely unreal in person.

you were equally as anxious the moment your eyes locked on the pink locks on the man’s head, the orange jumpsuit with the arms tied around his waist, and a white tank that emphasized his jacked arms. arms that if you were correct, belonged to a certain bat swinger. 

you tore your eyes away from the bulging bicep that was emphasized by his arm raising up and off your shoulder and onto his neck. “i’m okay! are you okay? i hit your chest pretty hard, i’m so sorry,” you furrowed your brows, genuine concern evident to yuji.

he let out a small laugh at your question, following up with, “i think you took the hit harder than me.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his response, “i think you’re right. if you hadn’t caught me, i think i would’ve actually hit the floor. you seemed like you were in a rush.” 

were you teasing him? yuji felt butterflies in his stomach at the sound of your laugh and the way your lips turned up in a small smirk at the end of your sentence.

”i guess you could say i was sort of on a hunt for a certain someone, not exactly a rush,” he lightly grinned at you, hoping you had recognized who he was by this point. what if nobara had completely set him up as a joke and you were about to think he was a grade 1 creep?

oh god.

”found who you were looking for?” you tilted your head innocently, lips pursed in attempting to hold back a smile. yuji felt the warmth in his stomach begin to spread up to his chest.

”i think i did. it’s nice to meet you,” yuji spoke your name out loud, taking his hand off his neck to reach out for a handshake. your smaller hand clasped his own, an electric feeling spreading from both of your fingertips at the contact. 

”nice to meet you too, yuji,” you finally let your smile show on your face, especially when yuji’s own smile widened when you said his name. you slowly let go of each other’s hands, though your grins never left either of your faces.

”do you want to go somewhere a little more quiet? we won’t be competing in a ‘who can be louder’ competition with childish gambino,” yuji leaned in to speak into your ear, allowing you to take a whiff of his cologne and natural scent; slightly sweet like vanilla and rugged musk. 

you giggled at his words, nodding your head. yuji felt his heart skip at your sweet laugh. he took the opportunity to place his hand out, silently asking you to hold his hand in order to guide you both. he knew he could easily part the crowd for you both, but he wanted to take the chance to feel your soft hand in his again. his prayer was answered when you lifted your hand and placed it into his open palm, his large fingers wrapping around yours, not intertwined. 

as he led you both through the hoards of people, you noticed he had a natural presence that invoked people to move out of his way. it was the aura combined with the way he stood at a tall height, broad shoulders covering the view of the people in front of you, undoubtedly confirming his large size. in the short duration of your talk, you could see the soft features of his face when he actually spoke, the kindness in his eyes and smile. the way those muscled arms moved loosely, almost in a careless way like he didn’t realize how much space he took up.

you were absolutely wet.

trying to ignore the feeling, you reached a door to the side of the kitchen, walking through the doorway and out to what appeared to be the side of the house, obvious by the warm breeze hitting you, plus the fence separating the house and their neighbors. this was the side that didn’t have a fence gate open to the public, only a couple people that had wandered this far standing around. you could only faintly hear the music now. 

“we can sit here if you want,” yuji spoke, pointing over to a small bench. he slowly began to loosen his other hand’s grip on your own, not wanting you to think he was being weird. however, once he felt your fingers tighten onto his own and you walked in front of him to pull him over to the bench, he was reassured that you did not think he was a weirdo. 

he was also sure of two things. one; ass will always be over boobs, and two; he was so hard, any brush of his cock against the orange jumpsuit’s pants was almost enough to send him running to the bathroom to relieve himself. 

your ass jiggled as you walked, the peek of your asscheeks doing little to keep yuji from busting at that instant. he was interrupted of his horny thoughts when you turned to sit, letting go of his hand to allow him to sit next to you. he sat close enough that he could see your face clearly, but far enough that you could both angle your bodies towards each other, knees brushing slightly as you chose to cross your legs and lean your left arm on the back of the bench. yuji tried his hardest to ignore how the pose pushed your tits together, subtly pulling his pants down a little to ensure the fabric around his erection was loose. 

yuji suddenly remembered the joints he had choso roll for him, pulling the a small tin out of one of the many pockets on his orange cargos. he knew if he were high, he might be able to be bolder and communicate smoother. he popped the lid and asked, “wanna smoke?”

a minute later, yuji was passing you the joint, a pretty cherry print. you immediately recognized it as your favorite cherry rolling paper. 

“oh my gosh, i love this paper! how did you get these rolls?” you asked, bringing the joint up to your lips, sucking in the bitter tasting hot air. you failed to notice how yuji’s eyes focused on your lips wrapped around the roll, and how he wished they were wrapped around something else. 

“i had my older brother choso roll them. nobara mentioned the paper was your favorite, so i asked him to use it,” yuji said, smiling sheepishly.

”really? what else did nobara say about me?” you grinned at him after blowing out the smoke, finding his almost shy nature endearing. you passed him the joint.

you both took turns taking hits of the cherry flavored joint, talking about anything and everything. conversation ranged from school and friends, his study abroad, his team’s win at their world series, your favorite animes and mangas at the moment, and your top 5 on letterbox. 

both your eyes got heavier and glossy, your eyelash extensions only enhancing the droopiness. yuji was now mimicking your pose, his right arm leaning against the back of the bench as well. his eyes remained focused on your lips as you spoke about the worst letterbox rating you’d ever seen. 

“you can’t trust anyone who’d rate blades of glory a 2–hey, are you okay?” you asked yuji when you noticed his shiny eyes focused on your mouth. you suddenly felt the warmth that had been brewing in your lower stomach travel south, feeling yourself grow wetter. 

“have you ever shotgunned before?” yuji found himself asking boldly, his fingers plucking the joint from your own. you shook your head no. “do you know what shotgunning is?” he followed up. you nodded yes. you had gone nonverbal at the thought of your lips being so close. 

he brought the roll up to his lips, sucking in for a few long seconds before his large hand reached up to grip your chin and jaw, the sudden movement catching you off guard. your lips opened up instinctively, yuji bringing your face only inches away from his own. he blew the smoke out, the white cloud making its way into your lips as you inhaled. your eyes didn’t leave each other once as you then blew the smoke back into his awaiting lips. you didn’t miss how his face moved closer to yours, close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips. you barely whispered his name before yuji was pressing his lips onto yours. 

you didn’t waste a moment to reciprocate, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck, allowing yourself to be pulled into his embrace. yuji’s arms came around your waist, pressing you up against his chest as your lips moved against each others. yuji’s lips were soft and plump, urging you to suck on his bottom lip. he let out a low groan, his hands now wandering from your waist to trail up and down your back, teasing just above your ass. his fingertips left warm sparks in their travel, causing you to let out a small whimper against yuji’s lips. he pulled back for a moment at the sound, your eyes fluttering open to look into his blown out pupils. you immediately grabbed his hand with two of your own, bringing the large palm and fingers to rest on your right boob. 

yuji felt his eyes widen at the feeling of your breast in his hand, the desperate look on your face causing him to let out a moan before diving back into your lips, closing his fingers around your flesh and squeezing your tit. you moaned against his lips as the feeling, yuji’s tongue coming out to invade your mouth. his other hand finally trailed down, grabbing a handful of ass. the task was easy considering the fact that you were practically in his lap without actually straddling him. noticing this, yuji used his strength to pull you up and onto his lap, hands immediately coming down to knead your ass, pulling out cute whines from you. yuji wishes he could’ve recorded the noises to keep forever. he felt your smaller hands travel down his chest and arms, feeling the muscles in both places. his chest felt incredibly hot, wanting nothing more than to be pressing his bare chest against your own. 

he pulled his lips from yours to begin trailing kisses on your cheek, then down under your ear, pressing his nose into the skin to inhale your scent; your vanilla and floral perfume was driving yuji crazy. you gasped at the feeling of him quite literally breathing you in, his lips beginning to train down your neck and throat. your hips involuntarily jerked down in attempt to relieve some of the throbbing of your clit. your center landed on his erection, the feeling of it on your clit causing both of you to moan out loud. your hands gripped his biceps for dear life as his hands on your ass began to slowly grind you on him. 

you suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that you were both still outside, and although the people in the backyard couldn’t give less of a shit about a random couple dry humping, you weren’t sure how into exhibitionism yuji was. 

“y-yuji,” you whimpered, the sliding of your soaked thong against your nub as yuji ground you onto his cock feeling heavenly. “can we—“ you stopped yourself, unsure how to ask him if you both could find any empty room and fuck.

”can we what, pretty girl?” yuji’s hooded eyes looked up at you, a smirk forming on his face. he knew damn well.

”can we…go somewhere?” you pleaded, rubbing your hands up and down his biceps. his hands were still dragging you back and forth on his lap, barely allowing you to form a coherent sentence. you didn’t miss the nickname that made you clench around nothing.

”hmm, somewhere? somewhere like where?” he slid his hand in between your legs and above his print, allowing your clothed pussy to grind against his hand, his fingers perfectly positioned to press against your clit.

”yuji! please baby, stop teasing me. take me somewhere and fuck me, please,” you begged, your hips never once faltering against his hand. you had clearly lost your composure and decency, the need to be railed by this dream man taking over. 

yuji shivered at the nickname. the combination sight of your furrowed eyebrows and parted lips plus your hips grinding against his hand desperately was enough for yuji to detach his hand, shushing you sweetly with sweet kisses to the corner of your lips when you whimpered at the loss. his hands gripped your waist, and you were impressed when he lifted you from his lap and onto your wobbly legs. he stood and turned away from you to adjust his pants, hissing at how strained his cock was against his boxers. you giggled through your horny haze at the sound, proud of your effect on him.

yuji turned back around and smiled at the sweet noise, loving how you could flip the switch from being a horny, whiny mess to such an adorable little thing. he grabbed your hand and threaded his fingers through your own, pulling you to follow him with a, "c'mon, pretty girl.”

you blindly followed yuji back through the house, though this time he dragged you toward the front door and outside. he kept pulling you behind him until it was not as crowded, allowing you to fall into step beside him, your hands still intertwined. you walked in comfortable silence, your cheeks warm from the recent events as you peeked at yuji’s side profile. you didn’t expect him to already be watching you.

”what? is my makeup smudged or something?” you asked, self consciously patting around your lips to see if you felt gloss smeared to your chin. 

yuji huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head, “no, it’s perfect. a-and so are you. i can’t really believe that this is happening,” he confessed, his other hand rubbing at his neck again, you picking up on the habit. “i should probably be honest. i knew about you months ago and asked kugisaki to set this up.”

you looked at him in shock, lips parting but a small smile lingering, “yuji—“

”i promise i’d never usually interrupt you, pretty girl, but you gotta hear me out. when you and nobara first became friends and she’d rant to us about you, all i could think was ‘i need to meet this girl.’ i spent months listening to her talk about you, seeing photos of you that she’d show me. all it did was make me want you even more. i was too busy before to mentally handle a relationship, but i’m here now. if you’re willing to, i’d like to take you out tomorrow morning on an actual date. will you let me, angel?” 

your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. the feeling of somebody actively yearning for you without you even knowing, and then feeling that finally meeting you was something they couldn’t even believe, felt like something out of a movie. you could see yuji getting fidgety at the fact that you hadn’t responded in 15 seconds. 

“y-you don’t have to say y—“ he began.

”yes, yuji. i’d be more than happy to go out with you tomorrow morning,” you grinned, feeling giddy enough to swing your arms around his neck, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hoisting you up, both your laughs echoing through the mostly empty streets. 

yuji took the initiative to just continue walking, letting your legs dangle down and your boots brush his legs. your peals of laughter rang into his ear when he’d turn his head and press a kiss to your cheek. your high states caused you both to not really overthink the fact that you were both acting like a couple, on your first meeting. 

yuji eventually stopped in front of a mustang gt, the clearly maintained state impressing you, along with the entire look of the car.

”woah, that’s a mustang gt! i don’t know too much, but is that a 350r? if it is, how the hell do you have one of those?” you spoke quickly, yuji letting you slide down and out of his arms to inspect the car, the cerulean color uniquely yuji.

the pink haired boy looked at you impressively before responding, “you won’t even believe it. fushiguro and i’s coach got it for me. we’re definitely his favorites.”

”hey, so suddenly i can hit a home run. sure you don’t need another teammate?” you asked jokingly, running your hand over the hood. “this can be like my cop car. this officer isn’t hiding in a ford explorer.”

yuji was suddenly aware of his raging boner, the muscle clearly brought back to life by the fact that you were even better than he ever could’ve imagined, that much evident by your knowledge of his car. you were turned away from him, almost bent over the hood, allowing yuji a clear view of your plump ass. you turned your head back at the both perfect and worst moment, catching his gaze lasered at your ass. it made a flirty smile form on your face, your hand reaching back and out towards him.

”come here, baby,” you spoke sweetly and softly, yuji’s lips parting as he immediately walked close to you and grabbed your smaller hand. he didn’t press himself to your ass right away, looking at your eyes beforehand to see you nod, then fully pressing his erection against your behind. you could feel his cock’s outline faintly on your center, lightly moaning at the feeling. you were still looking up at yuji from your place below, watching as his lips opened in an ‘o’ when he used your joined hands and his other hand to grip your hips roughly, his cock finally feeling relief again as he ground against you. 

you were hypnotized by how he was clearly completely focused on you, his eyes never once leaving the way you were pushing back against him, your ass moving as he began lightly thrusting against you. you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper of his name, his eyes snapping up to meet yours before he said,

”let’s get in the back of your cop car, officer.”

you didn’t hesitate for a moment, turning around and reaching up to grip his broad shoulders, pulling him down to meet your awaiting mouth. yuji instantly reciprocated, one of his hands wrapping around your middle, yanking you firmly against his front, meanwhile his other hand slid through your hair to clutch the back of your head. the kiss was heated from the start, heads slanted opposite ways as you quickly moved your lips against his, the only noise heard being the smacking and soft gasps that were let out during the millisecond you’d separate briefly. 

yuji was completely distracted, forgetting that he was supposed to unlock the car. when his mind cleared a smidge and he realized, he pulled his head back, the hand tangled in your hair slipping out to reach into his back pocket quickly. your lips followed, letting out a small whine at the disconnect. yuji felt a little pang in his chest at the noise, not resisting the urge to lean in and peck your lips sweetly, pressing the button on his key fob as he did so. a soft click of the lock alerted you both, yuji pulling back and pulling open the door, folding the coupe’s seat down, stepping aside to let you climb into the back. when your ass was bent over, yuji couldn’t resist the urge to give it a quick smack, his cock speaking for him.

you yelped, practically throwing yourself the rest of the way into the car, yuji laughing as he tried to make himself small and climb in after you. he managed to get in, sitting and leaning back against the seat after shutting the door and basking you both in darkness. the tension was suddenly thick enough to cut through, the anticipation of what was about to happen was at its crescendo. 

“are you still sure you want to do this, angel? you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to—“

you interrupted him by climbing into his lap, thanking the creator of the car for making the seats low enough that you were comfortable on top. yuji’s hands immediately shot out to grip your hips, helping you stabilize yourself. when you were finally situated, you spoke,

”i want you to fuck me so bad, yuji.”

not needing to hear anything else, yuji pulled you in to meet his lips by the back of your head, your hands shooting out to run through his pink locks. the hair was soft to the touch, irresistible to pull especially once yuji began rocking you back and forth on his hardened cock. you couldn’t keep your lips locked once you felt the perfect drag against your bud, your head tilting back to let out a small moan. yuji’s lips trailed down to your neck, going down your throat and landing on the swell of your breasts. 

he paused before speaking, “you don’t know how much i've dreamed about these perfect tits, pretty girl.”

he carefully nipped small bites onto your boobs, immediately soothing them with his tongue. when he finally reached the fabric that was covering your nipples, yuji wrapped his lips around the front of the costume, right where your nipple was poking through from how aroused you were, and began sucking firmly. you let out a loader moan both at the feeling and his words, rocking your hips down harder. 

“harder, yuji! what else did you dream about, baby?”

he involuntarily moaned against the wet fabric, turned on at the thought of you wanting to hear about his fantasies. 

“i thought about how soft you’d be, so fucking precious,” he spoke as his hands tugged at the fabric covering your boobs, releasing your bare breasts from their confinement. yuji continued, “dreamt about sucking hickies on these titties, making sure you’d see them the next morning.”

he suddenly pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and biting down for a second. you leaned back slightly, crushing his face into your boobs. yuji leaned forward, bringing his hand up to grip your other breast, squeezing it roughly. your pants and whines filled the car, the air becoming warmer with each passing moment. you felt like you could finish at any moment.

his lips gave the same treatment to your other breast before beginning to suck small hickes onto the swell of your boobs, sucking bigger ones onto your underboob. as if he could tell you were close and needed an extra push, his hands reached down between your thighs. you felt his hands grab your hips, his thumbs slipping under the fabric covering your center. the digits went under your underwear, reaching your lips and spreading them open, allowing your pussy to clearly rub against him, your clit dragging freely. he was moving you fast on him.

”yu-yuji! don’t stop, i’m gonna—“ you whined out, stopping when yuji’s teeth pulled your nipple roughly, triggering your climax.

you let out a long, loud moan, yuji taking that as a sign to buck his hips up, his own release catching him off guard. he had been so focused on bringing you to your peak that he hadn’t realized just how close he had gotten. he groaned loudly as possible with your nipple in his mouth, his eyebrows furrowing meanwhile his hands were dragging you against him at the speed of light, dragging out your orgasms. your dulcet sounds were music to yuji’s ears, relishing in the whimpers you let out when the overstimulation kicked in. he kept his hands on your inner thighs as he stopped the movement, looking up to see you peering down at him, panting to catch your breath, your eyelashes fluttering.

when your eyes met, you gave him a small, exhausted smile. yuji was sure his face was red as a beet, considering that he just came in his pants like a teenager. 

“i’m so sorry, you just felt too good and—“

”what else did you dream about, baby?” you panted softly, the hormone monster in you rearing again when you felt the wet patch under you as you finished. making your ideal man cum in his pants without touching you was like a wet dream for you.

yuji stared at you dumbfounded. he was shocked that you looked turned on at his embarrassing moment. not one to question it, he immediately revealed, “i thought about you riding me. i wanna hear it clap while i suck your titties again.”

you quickly tugged yuji’s tank top up, taking the opportunity to unzip the front of your costume and slip it off your shoulders while the shirt went over his eyes. when he opened then and saw your top bare, he swiftly pulled his orange trousers down, waiting to help you slip off the bottom of your costume and leaving you in a pretty, black lace thong. 

“fuck,” yuji breathed out, his palm coming down to rub your clit through your panties. you nearly fell forward at the feeling, knees almost giving out. you reached down to tug at his boxers, yuji easily letting you slide them down his thighs. his cock bounced out and softly hit his stomach, the girth and length making you clench around nothing. he was slightly curved, his pink tip leaking more pre-cum, dripping down into the mess he had already made which was adorning his veiny length. 

“please, yuji. fuck me like you did in your fantasy,” you breathed out, grabbing the hand that was dragging against your pussy to guide his fingers into your soaked thong, pulling it to the side together. 

“perfect; you’re a dream, angel,” yuji’s voice shook a little as he spoke, guiding you to slowly sink down his tip. you both gasped in sync at the intrusion. the stretch burned slightly, but the feeling of being full was overpowering, causing you to sink down further. both of you were panting now, yuji’s hands rubbing up and down your sides to encourage you, your hands gripping his defined deltoids. you eventually sunk all the way down, both of you letting out a loud moan at the feeling. his curved dick was rubbing all the perfect spots, the desperation to feel him drag in and out of you taking over as you raised yourself up on your knees and sank back down slowly. 

yuji’s head was thrown back against the seat, his eyes clenched shut as he tried not to finish too quickly again. he kept his hands on your sides, letting you set the first pace. you slowly dragged yourself up and down until you set a fast rhythm, your hips slamming down on his cock, the loud smacking noise echoing in the car, along with your whines and his heavy breathing. 

“oh fuck, you’re so big, yuji! hitting so deep,” you tangled your hands in his hair again, using it as leverage. yuji took the initiative to drag his hands over your asscheeks, spreading them slightly as he gripped them and began moving you down onto his length in combination with you. the change made you throw your head back, letting out a longer moan.

”you like it rough, don’t you, angel?” he smirked, gripping your ass harder and bouncing you faster on his lap. he was jerking his hips up into you with each drag down his dick, your wetness dripping down his shaft all the way to his balls, most likely soaking the seat as well. you were absolutely gripping him to death, his cock feeling like it was made for your wet canal. nobody had ever made yuji feel this way before, not even close. you really did resemble an angel, your glistening tits bouncing in his face, your soft skin under his fingertips, your hair cascading down your back as you moaned his favorite song. his mind was running rampant with the various positions he wanted to take you in. 

“yes, harder yuji!” you pleaded, feeling his veins drag against your walls. the stimulation was driving you insane, knowing your next orgasm was approaching. 

before he took action, he gripped your thong and tore it off of you, the ripping of the fabric causing you to gasp his name. his display of raw strength caused you to pulse around him.

you had no time to think before yuji leaned forward and leaned you back, his hands planted firmly on your hips to keep you on his lap. his dick was big enough that you were able to arch your back and let out a small scream at the change in angle, signaling to yuji that you were absolutely loving this new angle. your hands in his hair tugged him towards you, burying his face in your chest. yuji immediately shook his head side to side, letting your boobs smother him before he took a sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking perfectly hard. 

you didn’t think there was anything yuji could do that would make you feel better than you did in that moment. that was until he leaned a bit more forward, using his large hand and thumb positioning to again spread your pussy open, your sticky clit now dragging against the light pink happy train adorning his lower stomach. you almost felt guilty from how euphoric you felt. small spurts of liquid left your body, the squelching noise obscene along with your moans tuning in and out, ranging from high pitched to silent, overwhelmed by the pleasure. 

“fuck—you’re squirting, baby. i can feel you gripping me so tight, i know you want to cum. take whatever you need, pretty girl,” yuji groaned out, feeling his release rapidly approaching. once he saw you lightly squirt and wet his lower abs and balls, he knew he didn’t have much time left. 

you maneuvered your legs up from their kneeling position, instead pressing your bent legs to the sides of his abdomen. your shins were now pressing into the backseat yuji was leaning on. you could feel yuji hitting you straight on, his pretty tip hitting against your g-spot. combined with the continuous drag of yuji’s lower abdomen dragging against your puffy clit, and the way you yanked his lips onto yours to messily make out, mostly just moaning against each other’s mouths, you were pushed over the edge.

”yuji, don’t stop!” you screamed against his lips after speaking, your back bowing and arching into yuji’s bare chest, his arms coming up to wrap high around your back, pistoning his cock into your squirting pussy, the wetness soaking his seats. he didn’t give a shit. his only mission was to make sure you had the best orgasm of your life. fucking you through your high, he kissed your open mouth all over, trailing kisses all over your face. 

he held himself back a couple of seconds to reach his hand down and press against you clit firmly, his mouth coming down hard onto your own. when you felt his thumb on your clit, you let out another high pitched moan of his name, unknowingly finishing for a third time. this time, as you absolutely soaked yuji’s interior, he shot his milky cum into you, filling you up into your deepest crevices. the warmth filling your stomach and your intense grip enhanced your orgasms, both of you just holding each other’s mouths together, letting any and all noises escape. yuji felt like he was floating, his legs slightly losing feeling at the pleasure. he came for a long time, the drip of your mixture leaking out of your fluttering pussy making his half-hard cock twitch again. 

yuji’s arms along with your hips came to a complete stop, the both of you clutching each other closely, trying to savor the moment. when you finally came to your senses, you saw yuji staring at you intensely already.

”wanna see what else i dreamt of doing to you?”

hange zoe

suds

levi ackerman

johnny storm

I personally see Hange as AFAB so that’d be great if you wrote them like that. If you don’t write for Hange then I think this would also be cute with Levi but Hange is preferred !!

No pressure to take my request :))

suds

afab!hange zoe x wife!fem!reader

summary : this recent expedition outside the walls had left you and your squad mates absolutely wiped out. the only thing you looked forward to was a nice, hot bath. that, and your wife hange, who knows exactly how to help you decompress.

warnings : i used she/her pronouns for hange. suggestive near the end. yes, i made them married again cause im a hoe for commitment/established relationship pieces.

notes : hi anon, thank you so much for this request cause um hello?? i absolutely will be writing for hange. i literally paused jjk to start writing this hehe. i hope this lived up to your standards <3 even though i might’ve gotten carried away at the end… expect a black cat reader x golden retriever hange piece coming soon…

wc : 3.3k

Pain radiated through your muscles at the slightest movement. The bouncing of your body on your horse caused sharp aches that you knew you’d be feeling for the next couple days. Your eyes burned from lack of sleep, titan blood mixed with the sweat that dripped down your forehead not helping your case as it dripped near your eyes. Looking to your left, Petra was practically slumped on her stallion, head turned away from you. On your right, Oulo’s usually constipated expression looked more strained than usual. This expedition had really knocked your squad on their ass.

Ahead of you, Captain Levi appeared to be completely composed as usual. But you and your squad mates knew better. His usually perfect posture was slightly hunched in, no doubt feeling the effects from the titan massacre you all had embarked on. You were sure that the other squads were experiencing the same.

Your blurry eyesight was able to focus on the headquarters coming up. Your joints practically screamed at the thought of climbing up the stairs to you and your wife’s personal quarters. Shit, why’d Hange’s title have to come with a room on the upper levels? Not that you were complaining of how much more luxurious it is compared to the cramped rooms and communal bathrooms the other Scouts—and previously you—had to suffer with. 

Your squad seemed to be the first to arrive at HQ, the other squads most likely not far behind. Usually, this would cause a stir in your stomach at the thought of something potentially having gone wrong during the expedition. However, you personally saw Hange before the order to withdraw was given, so you were at ease. 

You all led your horses to the stables, where lower rank Scouts were waiting to escort your companions to their designated quarters. Your muscles felt like they were being torn as you swung your leg off the stallion, landing on your feet and hanging the reins over to the waiting young man.

Your squad walked in silence, dispersing once you entered through the doors of HQ. Despite the burning in your quads and calves, you hauled your body upstairs, eager to wash the sweat, grime, and titan guts off your body. Walking down the hallway, you heard footsteps behind you, no doubt Captain Levi eager to retreat to his bedroom and sleep the day off. Once you got to your shared quarters, Levi kept walking as his room was located further down the hall.

“Goodnight, Captain,” your voice was able to croak out behind him.

”Goodnight,” he called out without looking back at you before he paused his steps. “Has Hange made it back yet?” he asked.

”Not yet, but I saw her before we withdrew. I expect she’ll be here soon.”

He turned his head in your direction, sending you a nod and continuing his walk. You knew the Captain had a soft spot for Hange, so his concern was both expected yet endearing to you. 

Entering the room, you kicked off your filthy boots, placing them near the door to avoid spreading titan remains throughout Hange’s office which you’d recently cleaned. Afterward, you walked straight toward the bathroom to begin running the bath water. You made sure to take advantage of the hot water that superiors were supplied with, turning the knobs all the way. As the water began to fill the porcelain tub, steam was fogging up the bathroom. You made sure to leave the door to the bathroom open, both to avoid suffocating yourself and to make sure Hange knew where you’d be once she arrived. 

You removed your jacket, tossing it into a basket you used to collect dirty laundry, which you were in charge of washing of course. You took a moment to splash cold water from the sink onto your face to clean off the titan blood, clearing your vision simultaneously. Letting the bath water continue running, you walked across the office toward the actual bedroom, turning the knob and opening the door only to be met with what looked like a small bouquet of flowers laid on the bed. You definitely didn’t notice those after you made the bed this morning. Walking toward them, you picked up the bouquet with a smile and saw it was an assortment of flowers, your favorites in the bunch. There was a small note attached, and you opened it to find Hange’s messy scrawl.

’Hi Beautiful,

I know this expedition is going to be rough on you, so I wanted to have a pick-me-up waiting for you once you got back. Y’know, other than me of course. Hope you love the flowers, I picked them myself!

Love,

Hange’

Smiling hard at the note, you pressed a kiss to the paper, walking to your closet to place it in a box which was overflowing with notes and letters Hange had written to you. You noticed a vase filled with water on the bedside drawer, impressed yet not surprised that Hange had planned far ahead enough. You carefully placed the flowers in the water, grinning at how pretty they were and how grateful you are to have such a detail oriented partner. Your thoughts were interrupted by boots hitting the floor and said partner’s voice calling out, “Love, I’m back!”

You ignored the pain shooting through your arms as you ran out of the room and straight towards Hange, your arms reaching out to wrap around her neck as you jumped into her waiting embrace. She eagerly wrapped her arms around your waist, catching you easily and swinging your dangling body side to side just to hear that little laugh you’d always let out, just as you did now. She laughed as well, your giggles clearly contagious to her.

”I’m so relieved to see you, my love. You looked exhausted before we retreated. Are you feeling okay?” she asked, placing you back on the floor and moving her hands to cup your face delicately, using her grasp to turn your head and inspect you for injuries. You could feel the cold of her wedding band pressing into your cheek. Her gaze was intense as it always was after you’d come back from expeditions, eyebrows furrowed and lips pinched in concentration.

”I feel like a titan stomped on my body, Hanj. I just want to take a bath and go to sleep,” you answered, eyes following her gaze shifting all over your face.

Hange pursed her lips before her arms pulled you back into her embrace, one of her hands finding its way around your waist, the other holding the back on your head and pressing it into her shoulder. You turned your face to the side and let her squeeze you tightly to her body. You felt her lips press to your hairline, giving you a sweet kiss. She kept her lips there as she muttered teasingly, “Your hair smells like titan smoke, honey. Maybe that bath is a good idea.”

You immediately pulled back from the hug, narrowing your eyes at her before you jokingly let out a ‘tch,’ turning away to walk to the bathroom. You felt her following behind you when you suddenly heard a smack and felt a sharp pain on your ass where she had just swatted. Your body jumped, head turning to look back at her as you rubbed over the spot before you yelled out, “Hange!” 

“You’re turning into Levi with that ‘tch!’ I’m going to have to tell him to stop influencing you so much,” she smiled as she spoke, clearly finding amusement in your annoyance. 

Ignoring her comment, you stepped into the bathroom where the bathtub was filled enough for both of you to fit without overflowing. Turning off the water, you heard Hange’s jacket drop onto the floor. You took the time to add a bit of soap to the water; lavender scented, a gift from Hange when you told her you hated the generic soap you all were provided with. You turned back to see her watching you, waiting. 

You let her step into your space, her hands coming up to undo the straps of your uniform. You reached up to do the same, both of you working in silence. Once yours were off, Hange began undoing the buttons of your top. It was hard to concentrate on getting the leather straps of her uniform off when you would feel the brush of her fingertips on your sternum. You finally got all the straps unfastened, moving onto unbuttoning her top. Hange had finished unbuttoning your shirt, pushing the sleeves off your shoulders. Her slender fingers left tingling trails as they made their descent down your arms. Trying to ignore her intense stare which was creating a warm pit in your stomach, you finished unbuttoning her own, doing the same and reaching out to pull her white pants and underwear down her thighs. She got the memo to take over and step out of both, helping you do the same. Once you were both undressed, Hange stepped into the tub and sank in, her arms coming out to encourage you to do the same. 

Once you felt the heat of the water soothing your aching muscles, you all but collapsed like a rag doll against the front of Hange’s firm body. Eyes closed and letting out a loud sigh, your head reclined to lean on her shoulder, her arms coming around your waist to tug you more firmly against her. 

“I’m grateful for everything your squad does for us, my love. I just hate that it means you come back so exhausted and in pain,” Hange mumbled against the side of your head, afterwards placing kisses next to your ear. 

“Oh my goodness, Hanz! I didn’t even ask how the expedition went for you, I feel awful! You’re probably just as tired, I’m so sorry. I’m the worst wife ever, don’t hate me!” you rambled, turning your body as you spoke to face Hange with an apologetic expression, sitting criss crossed on her lap now. Your arms came up to wrap around her neck, pulling her down to litter kisses on her cheeks, nose, chin—everywhere except her lips. “You’re the best thing that's ever happened to me, I’m sorry for forgetting! I promise I care about your feelings.”

Hange grabbed your face in her wet hands, the water dripping down your neck. ”Honey! Enough of that, I could never hate you. I’m feeling beat, but I know you’re feeling it so much more than I am. Which means that you deserve to be taken care of tonight by me, which is my favorite thing to do. I know you care about me and my feelings, I can feel that simply from the way you look at me—just how you are now. Those pretty eyes looking at me the same way I’m looking at you.”

The dopey smile on her expression as she spoke made your stomach’s butterflies go crazy.  She smushed your cheeks together with her hands, causing your lips to pucker out. She let out a small giggle before pressing her lips to yours. The kiss was soft, just like this moment. Her lips felt like feathers being run on yours, pulling back ever so slightly before returning instantly as if the kisses were a necessity to live. When your smile was so wide it couldn’t be held back by Hange’s hands still squishing your cheeks, she finally pulled back.

”I love you, Hanj. Now, let me wash your hair how you like,” you brought your hands to the back of her head, pulling the hair tie that held her ponytail, off. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders, the ends dipping into the water. You grabbed the small bowl you kept in the bathtub and filled it with water, about to dump it on her head when you realized her glasses were still on. You pulled them off with an amused smile, ensuring you set them on the small stool near the bath to keep them safe and dry. Returning to the task at hand, you dumped multiple rounds of water on Hange’s head, making sure it was thoroughly wet. The whole time, her eyes were shut with a pleased expression on her face that you couldn’t help but smile at. You grabbed the other soap dedicated to hair care and poured it into your hands, rubbing them together to create suds. Hange had created the substance after you said the generic soap was drying out your hair. 

You were absolutely spoiled.

Your fingers ran through her hair’s strands, focusing on the scalp where you rubbed harder. Hange hummed during the massage, which was usually her favorite part of bathing together. Your attention to detail has always been one of Hange’s favorite traits about you. She knows that you know exactly how rough to be with your scrubbing, the circular motions on the nape of her neck, and your attentiveness to not get any soap in her sensitive eyes when you rinsed the soap out. 

Feeling the last of the water running down her head, she felt your hands wring out her hair of excess water. This was Hange’s sign to open her eyes and watch you wash your own hair, which you were too particular about to have Hange do it. She tended to be rushed with it versus you enjoying taking your time. Instead, Hange’s specialty was how she scrubs your body down with the wash rag and soap, just as she did now. Your hands were busy in your hair, arms up which allowed Hange to run the soapy rag on your shoulders and behind them, softly on your neck and breasts which glistened with soap and water. She tried not to focus on them too much, though it was difficult not to when your head was thrown back, hair clean and no longer soapy, your hands pushing the strands back and wringing the excess water out. You were like a portrait Hange couldn’t stop staring at, mesmerized by its hypnotizing beauty. 

She blinked hard, moving the rag down the rest of your body carefully, not wanting to cause your body more pain. Your eyes opened to stare at her adoringly, loving how gentle she was being as she softly rubbed the fabric over your body.  When she was done, you grabbed the rag from her hold to return the gesture. Before you began, you leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your wife’s lips, her lips quickly reciprocating the quick peck. You pulled back and began to rub the washcloth over her body, slightly rougher than how she did. This was how Hange preferred as she knew you’d always remember. 

Once you were both finally clean and more relaxed, you stood first to step out of the tub and grab the towels you had laid out in preparation. Wrapping yours around your body and tucking the end into the bit you had already wrapped yourself in, you turned and held Hange’s open so she could step into it. She stood and stepped out as you did, letting you wrap the towel around her body and giving her the ends to hold. As she walked to the sink to brush her teeth, you lifted the tub’s drain to release the water. Seeing your uniforms on the floor, you grabbed both and threw them into the respective basket. Afterwards, you walked up next to her and brushed your teeth side by side. Hange finished first, spitting out the paste and letting the sink water run it down the drain, leaving her toothbrush on the edge of the sink. She grabbed your hair comb and began to gently brush through the knots in your hair knowing how sensitive your scalp is. Once she finished there, she combed out her own hair which was usually surprisingly knotless. Again, she left the comb on the edge of the sink. You spit out your paste as well, grabbing yours and Hange’s toothbrushes along with your shared comb and storing them away. You knew Hange could be very forgetful with cleaning up after herself, but you never minded as it made you feel good knowing that you could help her in this way, even if it was small.

Hange had stepped away to change into her pajamas, which consisted of a black t-shirt and underwear. You moved to do the same, changing into a tank top and underwear. You grabbed her discarded towel from the floor, moving to hang both on their respective hooks on the wall.

”Oh geez honey, I’m sorry you’re always cleaning up after me,” Hange said apologetically, her eyebrows furrowed and hand rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment.

”Don’t be silly, Hanj. I love picking up after you. It’s the least I could do compared to everything you do for me,” you smiled at her, bouncing over to stand in front of her. “Now, let's go to bed!”

Knowing what was coming next, Hange’s arms opened up to catch your body she knew was about to launch itself at her. As predicted, you jumped into her arms with your legs wrapping tightly around her waist, your elbows resting on her shoulders and hands on her cheeks as you looked down at your wife. Hange no longer struggled to predict your moves, meaning she didn’t stumble at your body’s sudden actions. Instead, she was able to navigate both of you into the bedroom without looking at her surroundings. Not that she could see anything anyways as your lips began to surround her face, placing sweet kisses all over her face as she smiled bashfully under your attack. 

Walking into the bedroom, Hange playfully threw your body onto your shared bed, laughing at your squeal you let out when you bounced on the bed. She made sure to blow out the lit candles on the bedside table, not missing the vase filled with the flowers she had personally picked for you. She pulled back the covers, sliding under them and next to you. She turned her body to face yours, which was already angled towards her. Hange’s arm reached out to wrap around your waist, pulling you in to press your fronts against each other. 

Your stare was strong, passionate as your eyes locked on hers for a few moments before flicking down to her lips. Taking initiative, Hange pressed her lips against yours softly, kissing you in a way that made your entire body feel lightweight. The overwhelming love you had towards her took over, causing you to press your lips harder against hers, turning your head slightly to deepen the kiss. Hange spent no time reciprocating the intensity, turning her head in the opposite direction and allowing her lips to part open, her tongue poking out to softly run over your bottom lip. You moaned at the feeling, allowing Hange to take advantage and slip her tongue into your mouth. You felt her tongue running over your lips and your teeth before finally meeting your own tongue. Her hand which once rested against your waist had trailed down to rest on your ass, taking a moment to squeeze and rub over the flesh and revel in the soft groan you let against her mouth out at the feeling. 

You panted at the feeling of her hand massaging your ass continuing its descent toward your inner thighs from the back. Her hand would squeeze before roughly dragging down, her fingertips just barely grazing between your thighs. Her other hand was holding your jaw firmly, not letting your mouth escape her fervent kisses even when your lips remained open from your heavy breathing. Her merciful mouth eventually moved downward, trailing wet, hot kisses down your neck. She pulled back only for a moment with hazy eyes and a voice that dripped with lust.

“Shh, my love. Let me take care of you.”

Pain radiated through your muscles at the slightest movement. The bouncing of your body on your horse caused sharp aches that you knew you’d be feeling for the next couple days. Your eyes burned from lack of sleep, titan blood mixed with the sweat that dripped down your forehead not helping your case as it dripped near your eyes. Looking to your left, Petra was practically slumped on her stallion, head turned away from you. On your right, Oulo’s usually constipated expression looked more strained than usual. This expedition had really knocked your squad on their ass.

Ahead of you, Captain Levi appeared to be completely composed as usual. But you and your squad mates knew better. His usually perfect posture was slightly hunched in, no doubt feeling the effects from the titan massacre you all had embarked on. You were sure that the other squads were experiencing the same.

Your blurry eyesight was able to focus on the headquarters coming up. Your joints practically screamed at the thought of climbing up the stairs to you and your wife’s personal quarters. Shit, why’d Hange’s title have to come with a room on the upper levels? Not that you were complaining of how much more luxurious it is compared to the cramped rooms and communal bathrooms the other Scouts—and previously you—had to suffer with. 

Your squad seemed to be the first to arrive at HQ, the other squads most likely not far behind. Usually, this would cause a stir in your stomach at the thought of something potentially having gone wrong during the expedition. However, you personally saw Hange before the order to withdraw was given, so you were at ease. 

You all led your horses to the stables, where lower rank Scouts were waiting to escort your companions to their designated quarters. Your muscles felt like they were being torn as you swung your leg off the stallion, landing on your feet and hanging the reins over to the waiting young man.

Your squad walked in silence, dispersing once you entered through the doors of HQ. Despite the burning in your quads and calves, you hauled your body upstairs, eager to wash the sweat, grime, and titan guts off your body. Walking down the hallway, you heard footsteps behind you, no doubt Captain Levi eager to retreat to his bedroom and sleep the day off. Once you got to your shared quarters, Levi kept walking as his room was located further down the hall.

“Goodnight, Captain,” your voice was able to croak out behind him.

”Goodnight,” he called out without looking back at you before he paused his steps. “Has Hange made it back yet?” he asked.

”Not yet, but I saw her before we withdrew. I expect she’ll be here soon.”

He turned his head in your direction, sending you a nod and continuing his walk. You knew the Captain had a soft spot for Hange, so his concern was both expected yet endearing to you. 

Entering the room, you kicked off your filthy boots, placing them near the door to avoid spreading titan remains throughout Hange’s office which you’d recently cleaned. Afterward, you walked straight toward the bathroom to begin running the bath water. You made sure to take advantage of the hot water that superiors were supplied with, turning the knobs all the way. As the water began to fill the porcelain tub, steam was fogging up the bathroom. You made sure to leave the door to the bathroom open, both to avoid suffocating yourself and to make sure Hange knew where you’d be once she arrived. 

You removed your jacket, tossing it into a basket you used to collect dirty laundry, which you were in charge of washing of course. You took a moment to splash cold water from the sink onto your face to clean off the titan blood, clearing your vision simultaneously. Letting the bath water continue running, you walked across the office toward the actual bedroom, turning the knob and opening the door only to be met with what looked like a small bouquet of flowers laid on the bed. You definitely didn’t notice those after you made the bed this morning. Walking toward them, you picked up the bouquet with a smile and saw it was an assortment of flowers, your favorites in the bunch. There was a small note attached, and you opened it to find Hange’s messy scrawl.

’Hi Beautiful,

I know this expedition is going to be rough on you, so I wanted to have a pick-me-up waiting for you once you got back. Y’know, other than me of course. Hope you love the flowers, I picked them myself!

Love,

Hange’

Smiling hard at the note, you pressed a kiss to the paper, walking to your closet to place it in a box which was overflowing with notes and letters Hange had written to you. You noticed a vase filled with water on the bedside drawer, impressed yet not surprised that Hange had planned far ahead enough. You carefully placed the flowers in the water, grinning at how pretty they were and how grateful you are to have such a detail oriented partner. Your thoughts were interrupted by boots hitting the floor and said partner’s voice calling out, “Love, I’m back!”

You ignored the pain shooting through your arms as you ran out of the room and straight towards Hange, your arms reaching out to wrap around her neck as you jumped into her waiting embrace. She eagerly wrapped her arms around your waist, catching you easily and swinging your dangling body side to side just to hear that little laugh you’d always let out, just as you did now. She laughed as well, your giggles clearly contagious to her.

”I’m so relieved to see you, my love. You looked exhausted before we retreated. Are you feeling okay?” she asked, placing you back on the floor and moving her hands to cup your face delicately, using her grasp to turn your head and inspect you for injuries. You could feel the cold of her wedding band pressing into your cheek. Her gaze was intense as it always was after you’d come back from expeditions, eyebrows furrowed and lips pinched in concentration.

”I feel like a titan stomped on my body, Hanj. I just want to take a bath and go to sleep,” you answered, eyes following her gaze shifting all over your face.

Hange pursed her lips before her arms pulled you back into her embrace, one of her hands finding its way around your waist, the other holding the back on your head and pressing it into her shoulder. You turned your face to the side and let her squeeze you tightly to her body. You felt her lips press to your hairline, giving you a sweet kiss. She kept her lips there as she muttered teasingly, “Your hair smells like titan smoke, honey. Maybe that bath is a good idea.”

You immediately pulled back from the hug, narrowing your eyes at her before you jokingly let out a ‘tch,’ turning away to walk to the bathroom. You felt her following behind you when you suddenly heard a smack and felt a sharp pain on your ass where she had just swatted. Your body jumped, head turning to look back at her as you rubbed over the spot before you yelled out, “Hange!” 

“You’re turning into Levi with that ‘tch!’ I’m going to have to tell him to stop influencing you so much,” she smiled as she spoke, clearly finding amusement in your annoyance. 

Ignoring her comment, you stepped into the bathroom where the bathtub was filled enough for both of you to fit without overflowing. Turning off the water, you heard Hange’s jacket drop onto the floor. You took the time to add a bit of soap to the water; lavender scented, a gift from Hange when you told her you hated the generic soap you all were provided with. You turned back to see her watching you, waiting. 

You let her step into your space, her hands coming up to undo the straps of your uniform. You reached up to do the same, both of you working in silence. Once yours were off, Hange began undoing the buttons of your top. It was hard to concentrate on getting the leather straps of her uniform off when you would feel the brush of her fingertips on your sternum. You finally got all the straps unfastened, moving onto unbuttoning her top. Hange had finished unbuttoning your shirt, pushing the sleeves off your shoulders. Her slender fingers left tingling trails as they made their descent down your arms. Trying to ignore her intense stare which was creating a warm pit in your stomach, you finished unbuttoning her own, doing the same and reaching out to pull her white pants and underwear down her thighs. She got the memo to take over and step out of both, helping you do the same. Once you were both undressed, Hange stepped into the tub and sank in, her arms coming out to encourage you to do the same. 

Once you felt the heat of the water soothing your aching muscles, you all but collapsed like a rag doll against the front of Hange’s firm body. Eyes closed and letting out a loud sigh, your head reclined to lean on her shoulder, her arms coming around your waist to tug you more firmly against her. 

“I’m grateful for everything your squad does for us, my love. I just hate that it means you come back so exhausted and in pain,” Hange mumbled against the side of your head, afterwards placing kisses next to your ear. 

“Oh my goodness, Hanz! I didn’t even ask how the expedition went for you, I feel awful! You’re probably just as tired, I’m so sorry. I’m the worst wife ever, don’t hate me!” you rambled, turning your body as you spoke to face Hange with an apologetic expression, sitting criss crossed on her lap now. Your arms came up to wrap around her neck, pulling her down to litter kisses on her cheeks, nose, chin—everywhere except her lips. “You’re the best thing that's ever happened to me, I’m sorry for forgetting! I promise I care about your feelings.”

Hange grabbed your face in her wet hands, the water dripping down your neck. ”Honey! Enough of that, I could never hate you. I’m feeling beat, but I know you’re feeling it so much more than I am. Which means that you deserve to be taken care of tonight by me, which is my favorite thing to do. I know you care about me and my feelings, I can feel that simply from the way you look at me—just how you are now. Those pretty eyes looking at me the same way I’m looking at you.”

The dopey smile on her expression as she spoke made your stomach’s butterflies go crazy.  She smushed your cheeks together with her hands, causing your lips to pucker out. She let out a small giggle before pressing her lips to yours. The kiss was soft, just like this moment. Her lips felt like feathers being run on yours, pulling back ever so slightly before returning instantly as if the kisses were a necessity to live. When your smile was so wide it couldn’t be held back by Hange’s hands still squishing your cheeks, she finally pulled back.

”I love you, Hanj. Now, let me wash your hair how you like,” you brought your hands to the back of her head, pulling the hair tie that held her ponytail, off. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders, the ends dipping into the water. You grabbed the small bowl you kept in the bathtub and filled it with water, about to dump it on her head when you realized her glasses were still on. You pulled them off with an amused smile, ensuring you set them on the small stool near the bath to keep them safe and dry. Returning to the task at hand, you dumped multiple rounds of water on Hange’s head, making sure it was thoroughly wet. The whole time, her eyes were shut with a pleased expression on her face that you couldn’t help but smile at. You grabbed the other soap dedicated to hair care and poured it into your hands, rubbing them together to create suds. Hange had created the substance after you said the generic soap was drying out your hair. 

You were absolutely spoiled.

Your fingers ran through her hair’s strands, focusing on the scalp where you rubbed harder. Hange hummed during the massage, which was usually her favorite part of bathing together. Your attention to detail has always been one of Hange’s favorite traits about you. She knows that you know exactly how rough to be with your scrubbing, the circular motions on the nape of her neck, and your attentiveness to not get any soap in her sensitive eyes when you rinsed the soap out. 

Feeling the last of the water running down her head, she felt your hands wring out her hair of excess water. This was Hange’s sign to open her eyes and watch you wash your own hair, which you were too particular about to have Hange do it. She tended to be rushed with it versus you enjoying taking your time. Instead, Hange’s specialty was how she scrubs your body down with the wash rag and soap, just as she did now. Your hands were busy in your hair, arms up which allowed Hange to run the soapy rag on your shoulders and behind them, softly on your neck and breasts which glistened with soap and water. She tried not to focus on them too much, though it was difficult not to when your head was thrown back, hair clean and no longer soapy, your hands pushing the strands back and wringing the excess water out. You were like a portrait Hange couldn’t stop staring at, mesmerized by its hypnotizing beauty. 

She blinked hard, moving the rag down the rest of your body carefully, not wanting to cause your body more pain. Your eyes opened to stare at her adoringly, loving how gentle she was being as she softly rubbed the fabric over your body.  When she was done, you grabbed the rag from her hold to return the gesture. Before you began, you leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your wife’s lips, her lips quickly reciprocating the quick peck. You pulled back and began to rub the washcloth over her body, slightly rougher than how she did. This was how Hange preferred as she knew you’d always remember. 

Once you were both finally clean and more relaxed, you stood first to step out of the tub and grab the towels you had laid out in preparation. Wrapping yours around your body and tucking the end into the bit you had already wrapped yourself in, you turned and held Hange’s open so she could step into it. She stood and stepped out as you did, letting you wrap the towel around her body and giving her the ends to hold. As she walked to the sink to brush her teeth, you lifted the tub’s drain to release the water. Seeing your uniforms on the floor, you grabbed both and threw them into the respective basket. Afterwards, you walked up next to her and brushed your teeth side by side. Hange finished first, spitting out the paste and letting the sink water run it down the drain, leaving her toothbrush on the edge of the sink. She grabbed your hair comb and began to gently brush through the knots in your hair knowing how sensitive your scalp is. Once she finished there, she combed out her own hair which was usually surprisingly knotless. Again, she left the comb on the edge of the sink. You spit out your paste as well, grabbing yours and Hange’s toothbrushes along with your shared comb and storing them away. You knew Hange could be very forgetful with cleaning up after herself, but you never minded as it made you feel good knowing that you could help her in this way, even if it was small.

Hange had stepped away to change into her pajamas, which consisted of a black t-shirt and underwear. You moved to do the same, changing into a tank top and underwear. You grabbed her discarded towel from the floor, moving to hang both on their respective hooks on the wall.

”Oh geez honey, I’m sorry you’re always cleaning up after me,” Hange said apologetically, her eyebrows furrowed and hand rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment.

”Don’t be silly, Hanj. I love picking up after you. It’s the least I could do compared to everything you do for me,” you smiled at her, bouncing over to stand in front of her. “Now, let's go to bed!”

Knowing what was coming next, Hange’s arms opened up to catch your body she knew was about to launch itself at her. As predicted, you jumped into her arms with your legs wrapping tightly around her waist, your elbows resting on her shoulders and hands on her cheeks as you looked down at your wife. Hange no longer struggled to predict your moves, meaning she didn’t stumble at your body’s sudden actions. Instead, she was able to navigate both of you into the bedroom without looking at her surroundings. Not that she could see anything anyways as your lips began to surround her face, placing sweet kisses all over her face as she smiled bashfully under your attack. 

Walking into the bedroom, Hange playfully threw your body onto your shared bed, laughing at your squeal you let out when you bounced on the bed. She made sure to blow out the lit candles on the bedside table, not missing the vase filled with the flowers she had personally picked for you. She pulled back the covers, sliding under them and next to you. She turned her body to face yours, which was already angled towards her. Hange’s arm reached out to wrap around your waist, pulling you in to press your fronts against each other. 

Your stare was strong, passionate as your eyes locked on hers for a few moments before flicking down to her lips. Taking initiative, Hange pressed her lips against yours softly, kissing you in a way that made your entire body feel lightweight. The overwhelming love you had towards her took over, causing you to press your lips harder against hers, turning your head slightly to deepen the kiss. Hange spent no time reciprocating the intensity, turning her head in the opposite direction and allowing her lips to part open, her tongue poking out to softly run over your bottom lip. You moaned at the feeling, allowing Hange to take advantage and slip her tongue into your mouth. You felt her tongue running over your lips and your teeth before finally meeting your own tongue. Her hand which once rested against your waist had trailed down to rest on your ass, taking a moment to squeeze and rub over the flesh and revel in the soft groan you let against her mouth out at the feeling. 

You panted at the feeling of her hand massaging your ass continuing its descent toward your inner thighs from the back. Her hand would squeeze before roughly dragging down, her fingertips just barely grazing between your thighs. Her other hand was holding your jaw firmly, not letting your mouth escape her fervent kisses even when your lips remained open from your heavy breathing. Her merciful mouth eventually moved downward, trailing wet, hot kisses down your neck. She pulled back only for a moment with hazy eyes and a voice that dripped with lust.

“Shh, my love. Let me take care of you.”

levi ackerman x wife!fem!ackerman!reader

summary : you’re the scout’s 3rd squad leader. an ex-member of Captain Levi’s Special-Ops squad. recruited by chief shadis to assist him in training the 104th cadets in their final training year, you and the cadets form a meaningful relationship. not meaningful enough to tell them you’re married to Captain Levi, though.

warnings : not proofread, we die like erwin. annie is a scout cause i said so. prob some inaccuracies whoops. lwk ooc levi, nothing crazy.

wc : 4.3k

The sunlight poking through the curtains shielding the window of your abnormally dark bedroom. The sound of birds chirping, their call to humanity, telling them that day has come. A shiver running down your spine, a sign that your covers have fallen off your body. The lack of warmth that usually radiated from your husband’s body, gone. 

A hand on your shoulder shaking your body, a deep voice calling your name.

”Wake up. You’re going to be late on your first day if you don’t get up now.”

Ignoring the voice of your obviously and usually irritated husband, you let the pillows consume you in their comfort, body falling back into the dark abyss that was sleep.

Just like a titan’s scream, your husband’s voice calling your name in an attempt to wake you up sends a feeling of dread throughout your body.

”I swear on these damn walls, I am never agreeing to wake you up again. Quit ignoring me and get up!”

Your eyes shot open, immediately and blurringly locking in on grey-blue irises. Pissed off, as usual.

”Finally! Don’t even look at me like that, you’re the one who asked me to wake you up when I did. I even let you sleep in for a bit. Your uniform is laid out for you, and I brought your breakfast here. Now hurry up and get in the shower while the water is still warm.”

Irritation instantly disappearing at his words, you sent Levi a small, sleepy smile. Your eyes could barely focus, but it was enough to make out his form sitting on the bed above you. As you do every morning, you open your arms out to him, feeling sluggish and craving his warmth. Sighing defeatedly, he grabbed you by the underarms, effortlessly pulling your body upward and towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist once you were pressed against him, your own arms wrapping around his shoulders. Head pressing against his, your face angled to rest on his shoulder, groggily voice telling him good morning.

“I’m sure you’re having a good morning. You didn’t have to poke the sleeping bear,” Levi huffed and rubbed your back, but you knew his words didn’t hold any animosity. 

“I always have a good morning when it starts by your side, love,” you responded, turning your head to press a kiss against his cheek.

He simply sends you a small “tch” before releasing you, allowing you to stand from the bed and stretch, walking towards your shared bathroom to have a quick shower. You can hear Levi shaking the covers as you shut the door, clearly having been anxious to do the bed. 

This morning, you had to get up earlier than usual in order to head to Trost, base of where the 104th cadets were training. Chief Shadis had personally asked you to assist him in his final year of training these specific cadets in the South division, hoping that having a squad leader’s presence and expertise would somehow snap them into shape. According to him, this group of cadets showed promising potential for possible new members of the Survey Corps, and he wants an actual Scout to instill drive and raise the number of new Scout recruits. 

Showering quickly, you dressed in the neatly laid out uniform, courtesy of your husband of a year. Married couples were a rarity throughout the Scout Regiment, with most couples keeping their relationship under wraps, yours included. Most people found it idiotic and selfish to commit yourself to a person when the possibility of death was so prevalent. However, this didn’t stop couples from forming within the Scouts, the luckier ones taking it a step further and committing themselves to each other on another level. As corny as it sounds, it seems like love was enough to ignore all odds, not allowing yourselves to become consumed by the fear of losing your significant other. 

With these thoughts swirling in your head, you stepped out fully dressed in your uniform, looking around and seeing the empty bedroom. You quickly combed out your wet hair, settling on a simple updo to keep your hair out of your face, using a fancy contraption that Levi had bought you as a gift during one of his journeys within Wall Sina. A ‘big hair clip’ he had called it.

Walking out and into Levi’s office, you spotted him sitting at his desk sipping his usual black tea, your breakfast across from him with a chair pulled up for you. You chatted quietly about your plans for the day, with you carrying most of the conversation meanwhile Levi’s intense stare focused on you, listening intently. With a soft kiss goodbye, you left his office and headed for your own, grabbing some final items before making your way down and outside, greeting anyone who walked by you with a smile. Once you made it outside, it shocked you to see your horse waiting for you, smiling and shaking your head in a mental thanks to Levi. 

Once you made it onto the training grounds, you met with Chief Shadis to go over the plans for the day, and for the remaining year. You were to attend all physical training with the cadets, including hand-to-hand combat, ODM training, and conditioning. You and Shadis rode horseback to meet the cadets, all lined up, saluting, anticipating the man’s arrival. 

“Attention!” Shadis yelled out once you stopped in front of the cadets, introducing you by your first name, followed by, “She’s 3rd squad leader of the Survey Corps, former member of Captain Levi’s Special Ops squad. She’ll be helping me oversee you cadets this final year. Any and all that have questions regarding the Scout Regiment may direct them to her. Lastly, you will treat her with respect, understood?” 

“Yes, sir!” they all responded.

Shadis then proceeded to inform the group that they’d be starting with hand-to-hand combat this morning. You peered at the group of cadets, trying to gauge their expressions. Your eye was caught by a boy at the front of the line up. Young, turquoise eyes filled with anticipation, shifting slightly to look at the taller, sandy haired boy next to him. Making a mental note, you and Shadis began to ride toward the area you’d be training at, the cadets following behind. Your heightened hearing was able to pick up on the conversations happening around you;

”Looks like your dream came true Eren, you finally have someone to ask all your lunatic questions to!”

”Don’t think I didn’t see you checking her out, horse face. You almost started neighing when she looked at us.”

”Guys, keep it down! I heard she has super hearing or something, don’t let her hear you guys talking about her like that.”

”Are you serious, Armin? No way she-“

”Attention!” you called out once you got to the field, hopping off your horse, not looking back at the cadets. “Before beginning any training, I want to see the level you’re all at currently. Commandant has already gone through your ranks with me, but I want to see your skills for myself.” You turned, arms behind your back, looking into the small crowd. 

“You both—state your names!” You looked at the two boys from earlier who obviously hoped this was a coincidence you chose them both and not that you had overheard their conversation, based on the look on their faces. The one with turquoise eyes shouted first, voice slightly wavering, “Eren Yeager, ma’am!”

”Jean Kirstein, ma’am!” The taller one shouted, cockiness radiating from his stance.

”Both of you, step forward!” you commanded, “I want to see a clean, fair fight. No horsing around, got it?” you smirked, confirming even further that you had most definitely overheard them. You heard snickers in the audience at your choice of words. Without turning your head, you saw the sounds coming from a silver haired boy, and a tall, burly, blonde one from your peripheral. “You two! You’re up next. Hope you’ll find it amusing as well.”

Silence followed, only interrupted by the first swing coming from Eren, who seemed to yell and grunt anytime he made any sort of movement. Jean blocks the swing and swiftly punches Eren in the stomach, who hunches over holding his abdomen. Jean takes advantage to swing at his face, uppercutting him. You can see blood fly out of Eren’s nose. You can hear a small, “Eren!” come from a small, dark haired girl in the front of the crowd. 

“You piece of shit!” Eren spits, lunging at Jean and tackling him to the ground. They begin to roll around in the dirt, swinging blindly at each other. Shadis keeps quiet, knowing you’ll intervene. You allow the dirty fighting to continue for a minute, before you walk up to the pair, both pausing at the sight of your boot clad feet in front of them. Stunned, they pause their swinging. You grab the backs of their jackets, effortlessly lifting both upright roughly, causing them to stumble once on their feet. 

“It seems you both misheard me. I did say no horsing around, did I not?” 

“Yes ma’am!” they both shout breathlessly, clearly tired and embarrassed. 

“Right, so what part of that translated into beating each other like idiots?” you calmly questioned. Neither responded, only looking down bashfully. 

“Laps until sundown, both of you.”

The day passed by quickly, and before you knew it, the sun had set and you were at the mess hall dining with the cadets. Loud conversation flowed around you, but did not include you. You weren’t surprised, considering the cadets generally had a scared and constipated expression on their face when barely looking in your direction. 

‘Wow, Levi would be proud of me right about now,’ you thought, a small smile on your face as you looked down at the despicable food. 

“Um, enjoying the food?” you hear someone say, followed by your name. Looking up, you realize it was Sasha Braus, an unusually hungry girl whom you’ve overheard finding a way to bring up food in most conversations she has. 

“Not really, tastes like shredded paper soaked in milk,” you responded casually, bringing a spoonful of the supposed porridge up to your lips.

Sasha took your words as an invitation to begin talking about food. She asked whether you had tried meat before, what type of food they served at the Survey Corp’s headquarters, and began ranting on about the food she’d eat at her home village. She was cut off by Mikasa, a young girl who you suspected shared similar qualities as you, addressing you and asking a question.

”Why do we have to train in hand-to-hand combat? How does that help us against fighting titans?”

You noticed some of the cadets quiet down, clearly listening closely for your answer. You responded plainly, “It doesn’t help you fight the actual titans, but it helps develop skills that will be useful in fighting titans. Learning to be quick on your feet, respond quickly, and avoid swings at you is useful, isn't it?” 

You didn't wait for them to respond before continuing, “Plus, as a woman, there'll come a point in your life when you find yourself needing to defend yourself against someone stronger than you. By the end of this year, I need you all to be capable of defending yourselves against anyone and anything. Understood?”

Sasha and Mikasa were looking at you with stunned expressions, not having expected that response. However, both nodded with a determined look in their eyes. You made eye contact with Annie, a quiet yet aggressively strong girl. She quickly shifted her gaze, focusing on her food instead with tightened lips. You had a feeling your words were hitting deep with some of the girls. 

“Besides,” you added with a giggle, “It’s kind of funny watching Mikasa and Annie handling your asses every time.”

After that first day, the cadets seemed to have grown trustful of you, realizing that you weren’t as stoic and serious as they had imagined. You were just a no-bullshit kind of person, which they respected. After the first couple of weeks, you realized that staying in Trost’s southern training base was a smarter idea than traveling back and forth every night back to HQ. Though he didn’t like the idea of sleeping without you for five days a week, Levi realized that it was better than you traveling at night everyday. He knows you’re more than capable of defending yourself, but it still makes him feel uneasy. At least you were able to visit him on the weekends, which didn’t go unnoticed by the cadets, who wondered why you always declined to join them in the city on the weekend, though they chalked it up to you wanting to spend time with your fellow Scouts. 

Faster than you imagined, a year went by and the cadets were attending their graduating ceremony. Commander Erwin and Chief Shadis had personally invited you to attend the ceremony, seeing as though this past year had made a great impact on the group of cadets you had assisted in training, according to Shadis. Though you were too humble to take the praise, both men had congratulated you on training your cadets hard enough for them to take up all the spots in the top ten. You watched proudly as most of them chose to join the Survey Corps, meaning your goal had been accomplished. 

A couple of months went by with the new recruits officially donning the title of Scouts. Much to their dismay, you had a lot less time to spend with them due to going back to training with your squad. Despite this, they still made the attempt to spend time with you during mealtimes. This greatly annoyed Levi like every other thing, as he felt your time with him was divided so small compared to the time spent on your duties. He would roll his eyes when he heard the cadets calling your name as soon as you walked into the mess hall, and he’d narrow his eyes when you’d look at him with a grimace, knowing you were about to “abandon him” as he put it. 

“Captain Levi always looks so rejected when you come sit with us. He must miss having you on his Special-Ops squad, huh?” Connie asked as you sat down, scooting over so you could sit between him and Sasha. 

“Sure, Connie,” you snickered, thinking about how Levi missed you in more ways than they could imagine.

You heard your name being spoken in a question, “Are you coming with us to Trost for the festival tomorrow? It’s supposed to be really nice this time of year,” Armin spoke.

You took a bite of your bread before responding, “I’m not sure if I’ll have plans already, I’ll have to ask my husband—“

”YOUR WHAT?!” 

“You have a husband! Since when?!”

”Who is he? How could you not tell us until now?”

”You’re married?!”

The last question got Mikasa to slam her elbow into Eren’s ribs, causing him to shout. Realizing your mistake and the curious eyes looking toward your table, you attempted to swallow your bread with your now dry throat, grabbing your water to wash it down. Ignoring the bombardment of questions and looking around to see who had overheard, you thanked the walls that most of the people around your table already knew of your relationship. Levi’s Special-Ops squad, Hange and Moblit, your own squad, and some stragglers who you prayed to didn't care about your conversation.

”Well, I’ve been married for about a year. To whom? I’m not telling you, so don’t ask,” you finalized in a serious tone, grabbing your plate and placing it in front of Sasha who immediately seemed to forget about the topic of conversation. Standing, you walked out, ignoring the shouts coming from behind you. 

You quickly made the walk to your personal office, thankful that today you didn’t have any scheduled training with your squad. Instead, you’d be spending the day doing paperwork with Levi. Your ears picked up the sound of footsteps walking to your office and you readied your voice to shout at the nosy teenagers. You were relieved to see your husband entering your office, shutting the door behind him. 

“So, I take it your friends know we’re more than just ex-squad mates?” he asks, walking over to your desk, taking a seat opposite of you. Anyone else would think that his tone indicated anger, but you knew he was slightly amused.

”It’s not funny, Levi. It totally just slipped out! I know there’s nothing wrong with being married, but I don’t want them to treat me differently now that they know,” you confessed, meeting his now confused gaze. You find it endearing how his face tends to freely show his emotions only in your presence.

“Why would they treat you differently just because you’re married?” he asked, not understanding your thought process.

”Well…they won’t see me as tough anymore,” you muttered out, immediately cringing at the choice of words, knowing Levi was going to have a field day.

”They saw you as tough?” 

His emphasis on the word ‘you’ didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Of course they did!….right?” you doubted your words now.

”Right, of course. No doubt about it,” he answered teasingly, lips very slightly upturned now. He stood from his seat, coming around to your side of the desk, forcing you to look up at him.

”Levi, you’re being mean,” you furrowed your eyebrows, casting your eyes down in slight irritation.

”I’m sorry, love. I’m just teasing you,” he paused to grab you by your underarms, lifting you to sit on the desk, ignoring your yelp at the sudden movement. “Of course they saw you as tough as you really are. But I fail to see how they’ll see you any differently now.”

You allowed him to step between your parted legs, still looking down and avoiding his intense stare. Your voice was small as you spoke, “I just feel like they’re going to think of me the same way other people think of married Scouts. As stupid, or an idiot. They don’t know it’s you I'm married to. I’m confident in myself and my abilities as a Scout, but sometimes I do wonder if people look at us and think “Really, them two?”” you finished. You were embarrassed at your self deprecating thoughts. You felt cold fingers press against your chin, lifting your face up to meet Levi’s stare. 

His steel grey eyes shifted back and forth from yours for a couple seconds. 

“Levi?”

His lips finally parted, “You seriously think people are going to think that of you? What do you think they’ll think about me?” he asked, his tone incredulous. “I’m the hard ass who married you. You; you’re patient, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, both physically and mentally. Those brats look up to you, you’re so incredible. You really think they’re going to think any less of you?”

”Levi—“

”Wait,” he cut you off, moving his fingers to press against your lips, effectively shutting you up. “If you’re a married idiot in love, so am I. What does that make us?”

He removed his fingers from your lips, instead using them to push your loose hair behind your ear. His stare was so intense, you felt warmth spread in every nerve throughout your body. 

“I don’t think I’ve heard you speak so much since we said our vows. Do you think it’s possible to divorce just so we could get married again?”

The next morning, the 104th recruits gathered together in preparation to head to Trost for the festival. They were standing outside Hange’s office, Eren’s fist coming up to knock on the door. 

It took a couple seconds for Hange to open the door, their erratic eyes widening at the crowd outside their office. 

“Hi friends, what can I do for you? Did you all come to join me in my studies on how Titan teeth are strangely similar to our own? Eren! Can I pull a tooth or two for research purposes?” they quickly spoke. Eren’s eyes widened at Hange’s question, his lips immediately sealing shut to hide his teeth.

”Section-Commander, we were wondering if you could point us to the 3rd squad leader’s room? We wanted to invite her and her…husband to the festival in case they don’t have plans,” Armin spoke up, voice pausing before the word ‘husband’. 

Hange paused before cackling, catching the former cadets off guard and causing them to lean back in fear. 

“Oh sure! All the way down the hall, the last door. Come back and let me know how it goes!” they laugh manically before slamming the door shut.

”Damnit Armin, you were supposed to ask Hange if they know who her husband is!” Connie whisper-shouted. 

“It’s obviously one of her squad members, dingus! We’ve already established that’s why she left the Special-Ops squad. You were supposed to confirm which one of them!” Jean whisper-shouted back.

“Hey Jeanboy, I didn’t hear you step in to ask. Why’s that?” Eren was quick to throw the question.

”Why didn’t you, toothless?” Jean snapped back.

”Enough! Let’s just hurry up and go ask if she wants to come. The food stands are probably empty by now,” Sasha said the last part sadly.

”Sasha, it’s 8 in the morning. The stands aren’t even up yet,” Mikasa responded.

The group bickered the whole way down the hall, stopping in front of the door that supposedly was your quarters.

Connie knocked on the door, only to be met with no response after a minute. 

“Knock again!” Armin demanded.

Connie knocked a second time, waiting for a response. When none came, they looked at each other.

”Do we go in anyway? Technically, it’ll be the office we’re entering, not her personal room,” Reiner chimed in. 

“Good point! Annie, you’re up. You know she has a soft spot for you,” Bertholdt smirked, shoving Annie to the front of the group before she could protest. 

Just as Annie placed her hand on the handle, Mikasa spoke up, “Wait, Annie—“ 

Before she could finish, the door swung open unexpectedly, leaving the group to become frozen in fear when they realized it was not you on the other side of the door, but Captain Levi himself.

All in his bed head and shirtless glory.

”C-Captain! We apologize, w-we have the wrong door! We’re looking for—“ Annie was quickly cut off.

”Do you brats realize what time it is? Who the hell could you possibly be attempting to bother right now,” the Captain seethed, staring at them with a look they had never seen before. It was a mix of tiredness and a level of anger they hadn’t quite experienced yet. However, it could be explained by the fact that it was one of the two days he’s able to sleep in, and they were clearly interrupting that.

They all stood there like goldfish, mouths opening and closing with no words coming out. Mikasa was the first one to snap out of it, saying your name. “We’re looking for her to invite her to the festival again. We’re sorry about interrupting your sleep, C-Captain. Could you point us to her room?”

The Captain lifted his right hand to his face, thumb and middle finger pressing to his now shut eyelids. It was then that they noticed the gleam of a gold band on his ring finger. His eyes quickly opened once more, alert and awake now.

“You’re lucky I don’t kick every single one of your asses right now.” Not taking his eyes off of the teenagers, he raised his voice and called out your name.

Every single one felt their hearts stop at the realization. Holy shit—

“Levi? What’s wrong, baby?” they heard your voice respond. 

Their knees were shaking at this point.

”Your children are here to invite you to that damn festival again.”

”My…what?!” you asked, confused. Your presence suddenly appeared far behind Levi, having barely taken a couple steps towards the door when you saw your former cadets staring at you with faces looking like they had just shit themselves. 

“Oh, good morning everyone!” you smiled widely, walking up to the doorway, standing next to Levi clad in your long robe, crossing your arms over your chest. This allowed your right hand to face the crowd, where they could see a matching gold band on your ring finger.

Annie stuttered out your name, “W-we just came to invite you—well, you and your—you and C-Captain Levi to the festival again. I-In case you didn’t h-have plans after—after all.” 

The Captain didn’t turn his head, but his eyes shifted sideways to look at you. Immediately, Annie locked her gaze on you, and you only. 

“Aw, how sweet of you all! I—“ you paused to elbow Levi lightly in an attempt to forcibly change the look on his face, feeling his glare on you, “We appreciate the invite. However, I think we’re just going to stay in today, thank you,” you smiled both at them and Levi once you noticed his harsh look softened slightly as a wordless ‘thank you’. 

Awkwardly, Armin voiced, “O-oh! Okay, w-we’ll see you guys later then!” before looking at the group. They were all staring at the two in the doorway with stiff smiles and hunched shoulders. 

“No, you won’t,” Levi spoke coldly, slamming the door shut in their faces. 

They could hear your voice laughingly yell, “Levi!” before they heard a yelp and giggles follow.

The group immediately ran back down the hallway before they traumatized themselves further, the ruckus causing Hange to poke their head out to scream and cackle.

”Holy shit, you should look at your faces!”

johnny storm x fem!reader

summary : you’re the fantastic four’s primary care doctor, working with them to ensure their best health. although you work closely with them, you don’t allow yourself to cross that line of unprofessional. until, johnny storm makes you cross that line.

warnings : SMUT (18+), p in v, no description of body proportions, use of pet names, cursing, alcohol consumption, no use of y/n

wc : 7.6k

“Good morning, Reed!” your cheerful, yet quiet voice called out to the older man. “Come take a seat.” Motioning to the cushioned examination seat in your office, you quickly turned toward the blood pressure machine.

”Good morning, Doc,” he greeted back, addressing you by your title, “How’s your morning been so far?”

He took a seat in the examination chair, already extending his arm out for you to slide and tighten the blood pressure cuff on him. You gave him a small smile, appreciating his readiness.

”It's been decent so far, thanks for asking. What about you?” you continued the small talk, thankful for the blood pressure cuff’s quick readings beeping back at you. 

Small talk is the worst.

”It’s been good, thanks. I’ve been meaning to ask if you decided whether or not you’d be attending tonight’s gala? You know Sue would love to have you there.”

Keeping your eyes down onto the readings your monitor was giving you, writing them onto your notepad quickly, you mumbled, “Haven’t really had time to think about it, sorry Reed.”

”Well, I feel you on that. I’ve been busy too but,” you tore the cuff off of his arm, motioning for him to stand by the height scale, “Have to be there,” he sighed, getting up and following your directions. 

You simply hummed, writing down his height. Once you finished getting his other basic vitals, you spoke.

”You can send in the next person. Thank you, Reed.”

He nodded, opening the door to leave, but not before saying, “I hope we’ll see you there for your first gala tonight, Doc.”

Not looking back up but rather focusing on cleaning the room, you heard the click of the door closing. Sighing, you put your glasses on in order to type Reed’s vitals into your tracking spreadsheet. Your eyes had been experiencing some pain due to constant strain.

You’d been hired to work for the Fantastic Four shortly after their extraterrestrial transformation, seeing as though they needed a doctor to be constantly on top of their health. You’d been recruited by Reed, as you were his original primary care physician before their newfound powers came into play.

You’d graduated top of your residency from Johns Hopkins and quickly became one of the most well-known female physicians in the medical field. Because you were the only woman at the time who was board certified in Internal Medicine and Obstetrics and Gynecology, Reed knew you’d have the capability of treating his team, especially Sue since they were actively trying for a child. 

2 years later, here you were, still working in the Baxter Building.

You were a person who prided themselves on maintaining professionalism. As a woman, you knew that in the media, there was a fine line between attempting to maintain professional relationships and being a bitch. 

You’d created strong yet professional relationships with all 4 members of the team. You weren’t a bitch. 

With Reed, conversations remained strictly professional with the occasional questions about your plans for the weekend—he would only ask on Fridays. 

Sue and you were close, and she often felt comfortable enough to let out her feelings and emotions she’d been feeling, especially with her worries about having a superhuman baby. She always, without a doubt, invited you to stay for dinner, claiming that although the time spent with you was short, they all valued you.

Ben was extremely kind and caring, and you found yourself able to carry a very normal and non-awkward conversation with him, which was rare considering you tried not to overshare. He, like Sue, always insisted you stay for dinner sometime. 

Johnathan Storm was a different story. 

Your normal schedule consisted of waking up, putting together a professional but chic outfit—just because you were a doctor didn’t mean you had to wear boring clothes—which normally consisted of a mod dress, your white coat, and your knee high boots. 

After getting ready, you’d normally grab a coffee from your favorite shop, Dantorelle’s. Then, you’d make the walk over to the Baxter Building, heading for your office on the basement floor. There, the 4 residents would, one by one, make their way to your office. 

However, one part of your routine has recently changed. Instead of grabbing your coffee from Dantorelle’s, someone would now personally bring it to you. That being—

“Good morning, baby.”

Johnny Storm.

You didn’t know whether you wanted to slap him or kiss him. 

Johnny was a pain in your ass. When you first met, he had asked if you needed to inspect his prostate. 

Safe to say, you called HR (Reed) immediately.

After Reed had gone ballistic on him, Johnny began to keep his inappropriate comments to himself—which lasted about 2 visits. In the beginning, Johnny tried his best to get you to react to his flirtatious behavior, oftentimes pushing you to the point of embarrassment due to your obvious blushing. After Johnny probably realized that you genuinely wanted to cry from embarrassment, he toned it down. Now, his comments are usually in the form of questions about yourself, some of which you answered, and others you even decided to ask back on very rare occasions. 

That doesn’t mean he stopped making small comments that made you fall in love with him more each day.

“Please don’t call me that,” you stared at him for a moment before looking back at your computer, “Sit down.”

Really, the nickname gave you goosebumps each time. 

Wordlessly, he placed your iced coffee on a counter near you before sitting in the exam chair, extending his arm as Reed had done before him.

After finishing typing up, you grabbed the blood pressure machine and the specialized thermometer that Reed had built you, special for Johnny. Looking at the iced coffee on the counter, you tried to ignore the feeling in your stomach, knowing that Johnny knew your order down to the smallest detail. 

Extra ice, in a larger cup. 

Turning back to him, you slipped his arm through the cuff, trying to ignore his intense stare on your face and the slight touch of your fingers to his. Grabbing the thermometer, you held it up so he would get the signal. He opened his mouth and lifted his tongue, knowing the routine. He let you work in silence, knowing you appreciated a lack of small talk. 

Once both devices beeped, you removed the thermometer first and placed it down to clean it after. Noticing a higher than usual number, you took a mental note to compare this temperature to previous ones. Sliding the cuff off, you asked your routine questions.

”How’s your morning temperature been today? Do you feel any hotter than usual?” 

He looked up at you with a small smirk, “I do, actually. Especially after seeing you in those glasses, Doc.”

Shaking off the blush that was fighting to appear, you walked over to your laptop to input the vitals. “You have to stop saying things like that to me, Johnny.”

”Things like what? You were the one who asked!” He exclaimed, smiling as if he were clueless. 

“Okay, well I’m serious. Your body temperature was higher than yesterday’s. Any reason why?” 

“I’m serious too! The glasses do something to me, baby,” he gave you a small smirk when you looked up at him, not knowing whether to believe him or not. 

“You could even pull them off at the gala. I can already see it; you in your gown, hair pulled up, glasses on,” he described.

”Well, sorry to interrupt your hopes and dreams, but I’m not going to the gala,” you said with a soft voice. “Can you stand by the height scale?”

He stared at you for a moment, your eyes staring back. He finally asked, “What do you mean you aren’t going to the gala? Why not?”

”Johnny, the scale.”

Huffing, he stood up and walked over to the scale. Once he was facing you again, he interrogated, “Is it because you don’t want to go? I know it can be kind of boring, but with the right people, it can be bearable.”

Avoiding his eyes boring into yours as he said that final comment and instead busying yourself with the numbers on the scale, you answered, “I just haven’t really had time to think about it.”

A beat of silence.

”Bullshit.”

Snapping your eyes from the numbers to his blue eyes, you asked in an offended tone, “Excuse me?”

”You heard me. That’s bullshit and you know it.”

”Johnny it’s not bull—“

”Is it because of what I said the other day?”

At the question, you looked back at the numbers and quickly looked down to your notepad. 

”What? You can’t even look at me, what I said was so unbelievable to you? Or was it unimportant? You could just tell me instead of having me guess, you know,” he spewed, clearly getting riled up. You felt the heat radiating off his body from his anger due to your proximity. You couldn’t deny the warmth you felt being so close to him, regardless of his supernatural powers. “Just forget what I said, please. Probably already did,” he muttered out the last part. He stepped back and began walking towards the door, hand on the handle. You felt the warmth disappear, leaving a cold and empty feeling behind.

Looking back up at his body moving toward the door, you tried to think of what to say before he made it out. But you couldn’t think of what to say. Of what to say to his words from the week before.

”If you gave me the chance, I would love to get to know you personally. Seriously, baby. I know I don’t know much about you, but you seem like the kind of woman who’s worth getting to know, and I’d love it if you let me be that man.”

Right after he’d said the words, you'd stared blankly at him, not knowing how to respond. He knew it was overwhelming so he said he would give you time to think about your answer, no hard feelings.

Well, a week had gone by and you’d never given him an answer. Clearly, his feelings were now hard. 

You’d started to answer him too late. “Johnny—“

”You know what Doc? I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable, you don’t owe me anything. Oh, and if you get anything in the mail today, just ignore it.”

With that, he turned the handle and left, leaving you dry mouthed and with a heavy feeling in your stomach. 

Making your way back home, you couldn’t stop thinking of Johnny’s words. His words from today, and from last week.

You were afraid. 

Afraid that if you let yourself cross this line between professional and personal, you wouldn’t be taken seriously in your field. The world might not take you seriously. 

What would happen if something happened between you and Johnny? Would you be fired? 

Could you handle being in the spotlight you know you’d be forced into? You’re a serious person who hates small talk.

You knew you were intelligent. You were also passionate, fashionable, and respectful. 

What if people thought you were too average to be with Johnny Storm? You know you aren't average, but what if others disagreed? What would happen when they criticize your looks, claiming that Johnny Storm could be dating a model? You knew he was previously a womanizer, what if he got bored and wanted something new and exciting? Too many questions began to overwhelm your head. 

Only one mattered.

What if…you gave it a chance?

Ever since you had joined the Fantastic Four’s staff, they had been nothing but kind to you. They’ve invited you to dozens of dinners since you’ve joined, which is an invitation into their private space. They’ve invited you to every gala they’ve had for the past 2 years, even going as far to allow a plus one so you’d be comfortable. Sue trusts you to help her and Reed with their fertility treatments. 

But none of them have been as persistent to get to know you as Johnny has been.

He’s asked you about yourself ever since he met you. Asking about your schooling, claiming he admires your intelligence and drive. He’s asked about your life as a doctor before joining their team. He’s asked about your outfits, your favorite colors to wear, why you choose to wear dresses over the traditional scrubs or office-like attire. He’s asked about your life outside the Baxter Building, your day to day routine. 

Your coffee order.

As much as you tried not letting his persistence get to you, it slowly had. You couldn’t deny that his compliments made you blush. His kindness and attention to detail in the coffee he brings you every day. His understanding that you hate small talk. 

You care about his persistence. His feelings. Him. 

With tears in your eyes, you realized you had made it to your brownstone apartment. Wiping your eyes, you were let in by the doorman, who told you packages had arrived for you. Confused, you asked who had sent you the packages.

”A mister Johnny Storm, ma’am.”

Grabbing the packages from the front desk, you walked over to the elevator, inspecting the boxes. You were shocked it was more than one. The larger box was long, flat, and weightless. The second box was heavier, smaller, and made a heavy noise when you shook it. Both were wrapped in baby blue wrapping paper, similar to the colors of the Baxter Building.

The elevator dinged, opening the doors to your floor. You walked out and unlocked your front door, struggling while holding the boxes. Once you made it in, you rushed to your room, anxious to open the packages. Placing them on your bed, you started with the larger box. 

You ripped the paper, revealing a plain white box. Opening the box, you gasped when it revealed a silk, brown dress. 

A dress you had mentioned to Johnny when he asked about your shopping addiction and you decided to mention your next dream piece. 

Carefully grabbing it, you lifted it to examine it. It was floor length with a slit on the left leg, up until the thigh area. The top was turtle neck with a halter tie and didn’t reveal much skin. The back, however, was completely bare. It was beautiful.

Placing the dress back in the box, you saw a note you had accidentally missed. With shaky hands, you opened it to read,

”Hope you like the dress, baby. Can’t wait to see the most beautiful woman of the night.

-Johnny Storm

Trying not to cry now, you moved onto the second box after clutching the note to your chest. Wrapping torn, the box clearly contained expensive shoes. Opening the shoebox, you gasped at the cream colored heels, taller than your normal boots you wore to work. You knew Sue most likely helped Johnny pick the pieces out, making it that more special. 

Checking the clock on your nightstand, you realized you had to start with your hair and makeup now if you wanted to be there on time. 

After 3 hours of making sure your updo was perfect, makeup was flawless, and your dress and heels were on—fitting you perfectly, might you add—you realized you would be fashionably late. 

Hailing a cab, you asked them to drive to the Baxter Building. Yes, the walk was not far, but in these heels? No, thank you.

Arriving at the building you felt you had just left, you thanked the driver and began walking toward the entrance.

The walk made you nervous.

What if Johnny wasn’t even here anymore?

What if you looked ridiculous?

What if your name wasn’t even on the list?

Looking around for a familiar face, you noticed Ben, clad in a tuxedo, near the doors, greeting his guests cheerily. Glad that someone you knew would be able to let you in, you lingered in the line. Once you made it to the front, Ben was shocked. 

“Doc?! Is that you?”

Laughing lightly, you answered, “Yes Ben, it's me. Are you going to let me in or am I on a blacklist for never showing up to a gala before tonight?”

”Wow Doc, you look amazing. I mean, you really clean up nice!” he continued, “Of course you’re on the list, you’re one of us.”

”Well in that case Ben, I need your help finding Johnny,” you told him.

He extends his arm out to you and you take it, walking together. He responded after a moment, “So, looks like his plan to get you here worked after all.”

You stopped in your tracks. 

“What? You knew about this?!”

”Of course I did. We all did, why do you think we’ve been extra insistent on getting you to come to this specific gala?”

You cringed and continued walking together, “So I’m assuming you know about…” you trailed off.

”About you rejecting Johnny earlier today? Yep.”

Pressing your lips together firmly for a moment, you asked, “And what did you all think?”

”Honestly? That you’re too smart for your own good,” you both reached the bar, where he ordered a martini before continuing, “We know what you’re thinking, Doc. We know you want to keep your hard earned reputation. We’ve also heard Johnny rant about how you have conversations that you exclusively have with him and sometimes Sue. To everyone but Johnny, it's obvious you care for him beyond just a patient. So we know why you won’t let yourself give in.”

You stared at him in shock as he grabbed the martini from the bartender and placed it into your hands. 

“Look, Johnny isn’t the same guy you met 2 years ago. To him, you aren’t the same woman he met 2 years ago. You need to stop being scared, Doc. Johnny would never let you feel scared by his side,” he paused, watching your speechless face stare at him. “Now, drink up the liquid courage. I’m going to go kick Johnny out of his room, and when we come back down, he’ll eventually find you. Good luck, Doc.”

With that, he patted your arm gently and turned around, walking towards the elevator to go get Johnny. Looking down at your martini, you knew that whatever happened today would change your life at the Baxter Building. 

With that, you downed the martini in one go, ordering a second one.

Once the second martini was in your hand, you got up and walked around, hoping to find Sue and pass time. After about 5 minutes of searching, you found her and Reed talking to a donor. Walking up to them, you sipped your martini lightly. You saw Sue lay her eyes on you, and you smiled at her while she held an open mouthed, shocked smile. Excusing herself from the donors, she pulled Reed in your direction. 

She said your name in a gasp, “You look amazing! You definitely know how to pick pieces for yourself. I thought Johnny had become a stylist overnight until he told me you mentioned the exact dress to him,” she gave you a small smirk as you felt your face on fire.

“We’re glad to have you here, Doc,” Reed simply added and smiled.

”Thank you both. You both look amazing like always, and so does this gala. I had no idea it was so extravagant.”

You conversed with Sue and Reed for around 10 minutes, mostly talking to Sue about how to pick the perfect pieces for your body, the different silhouettes, and an invitation to help her go shopping for non-ugly maternity pieces. They were eventually pulled away by a donor they were forced to greet, and you began walking around again.

It wasn’t long before you felt the feeling of eyes on your back. Turning to look around and find the eyes, you made eye contact with a familiar pair of blue irises. 

Johnny.

It was something out of cliche rom-coms you secretly loved.

You felt the rest of the strangers in the room disappear, the noise of chatter muted. All you could see was Johnny in his tuxedo, perfectly styled hair, and the part of his lips. His eyes were completely locked on yours, unmoving. Both of you stood still, waiting for one to make the first move.

For the first time, it was you.

You slowly walked over to him, eyes still trained on him despite the people walking across your view. Once you got closer, you saw one of his fists clenched, and once you were in front of him, he unclenched the fist and stretched his fingers tensely. You swore you saw his fingertips light up.

Finally making it over to where he stood, his eyes were trailing over every part of you, but ultimately focused on your eyes. You took the chance to catch him off guard and grab his hand. He immediately shifted his eyes down to your hand that was holding his fingers, and he looked back up with a questioning look.

You breathed, “Hi Johnny.”

He released a breath, saying your name in awe, “You look…right out of a movie. T-The dress fits you perfectly.”

You immediately felt your face heat up, “All thanks to you, Johnny,” you squeezed his hand, “Can we please talk somewhere not so…overwhelming?”

“Of course, Doc. Would you be comfortable talking in my room?”

”I would,” you nodded, and he took that as a sign to pull your hand, still holding his fingers, toward the elevator. “And Johnny, call me by my name.”

He looks back and down at you, giving you a small smile. 

Once you made it to the elevator, he pressed the button, and the doors immediately opened. Stepping in first, he pulled you in after him and pressed the number to his room’s floor. When the elevator started moving and neither of you let go of your hands, it became obvious that neither of you wanted to be the first to drop each other’s hand. 

“You look very handsome tonight, Johnny. You really know how to clean up well,” you scanned your eyes over his look, and you swore you saw a twinge of pink appear on his cheeks. 

“Thank you, but what’s going on with you tonight, D-“ he remembered to say your name instead, “That martini is really making you talk.”

Suddenly remembering the martini in your right hand, you looked at it right as the elevator pinged, signaling the arrival at whatever floor Johnny’s room was. You didn’t respond and decided to tip the whole thing back, following Johnny’s tug out of the elevator.  

He pulled you down a hallway with various doors, you wondered if all of the team lived on this floor. It was quiet and dark in the hallway, completely different to the event going on downstairs. 

Once you reached the door at the end of the hallway, Johnny used his spare hand to open the door. You gasped at his room, the view of the enormous window was unlike anything you could imagine. 

He looked back at your surprised look and lightly laughed, pulling you in. On the left, you saw his study area, littered with books, a vinyl player, records on the desk and on a stand you could slip through. On the walls were posters of the team and himself, medals, and his diplomas. On the far right was his bed on an elevated platform, and a door you assumed led to his own bathroom. Straight ahead was his balcony and window view of New York City. 

You looked back at Johnny who was watching you observe his room. 

“What do you think?” he asked.

”It’s amazing, Johnny! I mean, this view alone is insane,” you pulled him toward the balcony so you could actually look out. 

Standing at the balcony, the warm breeze of the hot summer night hit both of you. Twinkling lights throughout the city, the noise of constant buzzing streets was less noisy from the height you were at, but still faint in the background. The stars were in full bloom, the moon hanging over both of you. The silence was comforting, but you saw Johnny shifting his eyes from you to the view through your peripheral vision.

”I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here tonight, Johnny, and I just wanted to start by apologizing to you,” you turned to Johnny, “I’m sorry for ignoring your confession. I’m sorry for making you feel rejected, I’m sorry for brushing you off anytime you were being genuine, and most of all, I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t feel the same way.”

Johnny’s eyes never left yours, staring deeply at you. At your last words, his lips parted in shock.

”I’m falling in love with you, Johnny Storm.”

Before you could even register his reaction, his heated hand left your grasp. You felt his arms reach out toward you, grabbing your waist quickly and roughly tugging you toward his body. You gasped, not only at the roughness but also the feeling of his heated fingers reaching your bare back as they gripped your waist. He pulled you in, dipping his head down and aggressively pressed his lips to your own. 

Reacting quickly, you reciprocated the same aggressiveness. His lips were warm, his chest under your hands was heated and firm as you slid your hands upward into his blonde hair. You felt one of his hands move up your bare back thanks to the dress, and move all the way up to your hair. Goosebumps were left in a trail, he gripped the hair in his hand and used it as leverage to maneuver your head to the side, deepening the kiss. A groan slipped from your lips involuntarily at the tug, and he gripped your waist harder, pressing you against him even more by wrapping his arm around your waist, reaching your hip. Running your hands through his hair as your lips became swollen at the kiss, you tugged the strands at the back of his head, curious for his reaction. 

He let out a moan, vibrating against your lips, making you reciprocate the noise. Taking initiative, you poked your tongue out to pass over his bottom lip, feeling the soft, plump skin. He parted his lips, allowing your tongue to press into his mouth, feeling his tongue press against your own. You let out a whine at the feeling of his teeth nipping your bottom lip and his tongue soothing the pain. At the noise, Johnny leaned his lips far enough to murmur, “You’re driving me crazy, baby,” and dove back in by pulling you in by his grip on your hair, inhaling deeply once his lips touched yours once more.

As your lips continued to flow together, your hands moved down to wrap your arms entirely around his neck and shoulders, pressing yourself even closer than you knew possible. You felt greedy, needing him closer than humanly able. You wanted to feel his skin against yours, the heat of his body without the barriers of his tuxedo. 

Johnny seemed to have the same idea, taking the opportunity to drop his hands to your thighs and lift you into his arms effortlessly. One of his hands gripped your bare thigh, exposed by the slit, and you felt the heat spread to your inner thigh. Never separating your lips from his, you wrapped your legs securely around his waist, feeling his hardened length press perfectly into your core. At the feeling, both of you moaned, disconnecting your lips from each other. You finally opened your eyes, looking at Johnny. His eyes were dilated, the blue irises you loved were barely visible, his hair mussed from your hands running through it. His lips were pink, swollen and shining from the saliva you had exchanged. His chest rose and dropped faster than usual, slightly out of breath from your kisses. You knew you probably looked similar to his state, his eyes trailing around your face as yours were.

”If you want me to stop, you have to tell me now baby, because I don’t think I could stop if we go any further. What do you want?” he asked you, one of his arms lowering to support your weight from underneath your ass, the other one moving up to move strands of hair that had come undone away from your face. 

”You, I want you Johnny,” you answered, voice breathless and almost whining. He wasted no time in grabbing the back of your neck and part of your cheek, pulling your lips toward his for another kiss. This kiss was messy, accentuated by your hands running up and down his suit clad arms, shoulders, hair—anywhere you could reach. You used your legs’s grip around his waist to tighten your body to his, grinding your core onto his boner, attempting to relive some of the ache. You moaned against his lips and he took that as an invitation to grip your ass, grinding you harder against him. At the hard pressure against your clit, the feel of his tip through the suit bottoms, you threw your head back with a loud moan.

He took the opportunity to press his lips lower, traveling down your chin to your jaw, then down to the left side of your neck. His kisses there were open mouthed and hot, encouraging the pool of heat you were sure had to be dripping onto your thighs. You gripped his hair with a whine when he began sucking a mark onto your pulse point.

“Johnny, baby please. I need you, I need you so bad—“ at the sound of the term of endearment, Johnny gripped your hair once again, forcing your forehead against his and gripping your ass hard enough to stop your grinding. 

He panted your name in a questioning tone. You hummed, letting him know you were listening. “Let me fuck you right here, right on the balcony. Let everyone in New York hear how much I need you, how good I'm about to make you feel,” he ended with a smirk, that classic Johnny cockiness seeping through his words. His words certainly had an effect on you, a woman who never allowed herself to cross professional boundaries, was about to let Johnny Storm fuck her out in the open. His words made you confident in yourself, bringing out a side you didn’t even know existed, the sexual desire taking over your words. 

“I’d let you fuck me anywhere you want, Johnny Boy,” you smirked, watching his own disappear from his face at your words. Instead, a darker look fueled by desire replaced it. He brought his hands down to your thighs to lower your body back to your feet, ensuring to grip your waist until you found your footing. Once he was sure you wouldn’t collapse, he began pushing his tuxedo jacket off. You interrupted, wanting to be the one to undress him. You moved his hands out of your way, gripping the fabric and slowly pushing it off his shoulders as your eyes took in the white button up clinging to his muscles. As your hands took over, his hands were gripping your waist, moving around to sensually rub the curve of your ass. Quickly undoing his bow tie, you threw it who knows where, moving onto the buttons on his top. You found yourself struggling with the small loops, realizing your hands were trembling with need when focused on an intricate task. Becoming frustrated, you looked up at Johnny, then back to his shirt, gripping the upper portion and tearing the shirt open. 

When you looked back up at Johnny, you found him smiling in disbelief as his hands stopped, causing you to turn red, let go of his now-torn shirt and let out a nervous laugh, explaining, “I’m so sorry, I just got overwhelmed and now I ruined your shirt—“ he cut you off with a shake of his head, laughing at your rushed explanation. 

“Baby, it's okay, you don’t have to worry about the shirt. I can always buy another, you know that. You don’t even know how sexy you are. Do you know how crazy it drives me to know that you’re desperate for me?” He accentuated his words by moving his hands to the front of your dress, moving the slit to the side to expose your upper thighs. He slipped his hands in, immediately bringing heat to the area as he pressed his hands to your thighs, bringing his thumb near the area you needed him most. Involuntarily, you found yourself parting your legs, hoping he would understand where you wanted his hands to touch you. One of his hands moved slowly from your thigh to the inner flesh, brushing his knuckles against your clothed clit softly. Sensitivity heightened, you closed your eyes and let out a deep whine at the attention yet lack of attention. He pressed his lips to yours softly, muffling your moan when he hooked his fingers into your underwear, actually brushing his fingers on your clit without the barrier of an underwear. He used his leverage to pull your lace black thong down your legs slowly, and you felt the soft, warm air pass over the wetness between your thighs. 

Once your thong was down your legs, you disconnected your lips from his, taking a small step back from his grip. You used his slight shock to your advantage, dropping your hands to his belt, undoing the buckle and pulling the belt out. You undid the pants button, looking up at Johnny who was already looking down at your eager expression. Nodding to confirm it was okay, you went ahead and hooked your fingers into both his pants and his boxers, pulling them down. 

His cock was released, standing long, hard, and proud. Your mouth practically salivated at the sight of his weeping tip, immediately possessing you to reach out and grip him at the base. Johnny let out a groan from the back of his throat at your strong grip, and you took that as an initiative to bob your hand upward and spread his pre-cum with your thumb, coating his head and the top of his cock. You removed your hand and looked up at Johnny as you brought your hand up to your mouth, spitting into your palm. Johnny’s lips parted in disbelief, eyes focused on the string of saliva connecting your lips to the spit in your hand. You brought it down to the base of his cock, spreading your saliva on his cock, pumping him with a strong grip. Keeping your eyes focused on him, you nearly came when you saw his eyes slip shut, lips parting to let out a small moan. 

You stepped closer to him, using the height your heels provided to your advantage and pressed your lips to his neck, feeling his pulse jump. Parting your lips to lick at the junction between his neck and shoulder, you felt his cock twitch at the feeling, his hand reached out to grab your hand and stop its motions. Looking up at him, confused, you were about to protest until you saw the look in his eyes. 

“I need to fuck you now, or else I’m going to come just from your hand alone, baby,” he whispered, pulling your hand off of him. He then grabbed your hips, pushing you backwards until your bare back hit the smooth surface of a wall. Shivering at the cold feeling of the wall, you wished his hands were on your back, shielding you from the cold. Seeing you shiver, Johnny pulled his arms out of the shirt hanging loosely on him, placing it around your shoulders and back, preventing the cold stone from touching your back. Smiling softly at him in gratitude, you wrapped your arms around his neck carefully, bringing him close to you. His cock pressed against your lower stomach, most likely staining your dress although you couldn’t care less.

Pressing your lips to his gently yet passionately, you whispered against his heated lips, “I need you now, Johnny. I need to feel your cock stretch me open, and I want to feel it the next day.”

”Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” he whispered. He grabbed your exposed leg, hiking it above his waist and pushing your dress to the side. Taking a step forward, his hard length pressed just against your clit as he pressed his front tight to yours, pushing you into the wall with pressure. He grabbed his length, angling it to spread some of your wetness around, lubricating himself enough to smoothly slide into you. The moment he pressed his tip just into you, he hissed through his teeth sharply, dropping his forehead down to look where you were connecting. He pushed into you even further, the stretch was a mix of pleasure and pain, the latter quickly subsiding once he bottomed out. You gasped once he was fully sheathed in you, you swore you could feel him in your stomach the way he was so deep. 

The heat was something else. You had never felt something so hot and heavy inside you, spreading all throughout your stomach, and it caused you to whimper, “Please move, Johnny.”

He didn’t need another reminder, he started to slowly pull out of you, only to slam his hips back roughly, punching a loud and uncontrolled moan out of you. It seemed to only spur him on, causing him to pull back out and slam his hips in the same way, making you moan again. He began to pick up the pace, setting a hard and fast rhythm. 

One his arms that held you leg up moved down, sliding his hand onto the round of your ass, his forearm supporting your thigh. His other hand was holding your face up towards his, eyes locked as he slammed his cock into you and ruined you. You let out whiny, high-pitched moans at every slam of his hips, each one causing him to go even harder. His hand that held your ass was gripping it hard, using it as leverage to push your hips against his. One of your arms slid down from his neck to his chest, trailing your fingers over the hot skin. You brought your hand even lower, moving over his light abs, and around to his back, allowing you to wrap your arm around him and make his movement even deeper. When you looked back up, you saw his lips open, panting out at each sliding his cock was doing. You used your other arm wrapped around his neck to pull him toward you, pressing your lips against his messily, teeth clashing and biting, moans shared between the two of you. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he pulled apart enough to whisper the words, “everything about you. You in this dress you wore just for me, you showed up just for me. You’re mine, there’s nobody else for me. You’ve ruined me, doll.” 

“Im yours, Johnny. I’m all yours and I’m not going anywhere.”

Hearing these words seemed to cause a switch in him. He pulled his face back, dropped his hand from your neck to your other thigh, clearly wanting you to jump. You did, wrapping your arms back around his neck, being careful to keep his shirt between your back and the stone. He kept your lower body pressed right into him, not slipping out of you at all. He resumed the rhythm of his hips, the position allowing him to fuck up into you, hitting deeper than you knew. This new angle had you at a slightly higher angle, your breasts close to Johnny’s face. You took the initiative to reach one of your hands behind your neck, undoing the bow holding the top of your dress up. As you pulled one of the strings, the top of your dress slipped down your front, bunching around your stomach, your bare breast now exposed. At the sight of your boobs bouncing from his thrusts, Johnny let out a deep groan, immediately dipping his head down to trail kisses from your neck to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

You were experiencing heights of pleasure you never knew existed, back arching with your head thrown back in a loud, high-pitched moan of Johnny’s name. You didn’t care that the arch caused the shirt to fall from behind you as Johnny’s arm came up to hold your back, pressing you against him. You only cared about the heat his arm brought to your back and the feeling of his teeth biting down and pulling at your nipple, the pain mixed with pleasure causing you to feel delirious. You kept moaning Johnny’s name, not able to form another thought. 

“That’s right, baby. Let everyone know that I’m the one fucking you this good. I’m the one that has you dripping down your thighs. I’m the one who’s going to make you come so hard, you won’t be able to walk,” he panted the words against your chest, diving back into sucking a bruise onto your underboob.

“I need you to touch me, Johnny. Please touch me, please.” 

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, doll.”

You tightened your legs around his waist when the arm that was holding your ass up, moved to your inner thigh, nearing the place that was absolutely throbbing for him. He lightly brushed his thumb over the bud, though the hot, light touch had you twitching your hips for more. He then applied firm pressure, rubbing your clit in tight, small circles. The heat gave you a sensation of fire spreading throughout your entire body—you were sure you had to be glowing in sweat.

You absolutely lost it, grabbing his face and pulling it up to look at you, pressing your mouth against his just to let out your loud moans against his lips. Johnny was a mess, letting out moans against your lips as well, his arm around your back moving up a bit to grip your shoulder, continuing to punch his cock into your heat. From the way his grip tightened against your shoulder, you assumed he was close. Feeling your release approaching faster than you could control, you panted out, “Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop.”

”If I ever stopped, you have permission to kill me, sweetheart,” he grunted against your lips, bending his knees just slightly enough to angle his hips forward and upward, straight drilling into you. “Im close, keep moaning my name, dollface.”

The combination of his hip’s new angle, the pressure of his thumb on your clit, and the heat spreading all through your body had you whining his name loudly. Feeling your legs beginning to shake from your orgasm’s quick approach and the strength you were using to hold yourself up, you began to let out louder moans, screams almost. You were almost there, you felt a weird sensation building in your stomach that wasn’t just the normal tightening of your typical orgasm. The pressure was too much to handle, you were desperate to just let go. 

It was like Johnny could sense your need for that final push. He dropped his head back down to your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and biting down, pulling the bud. At the light pain and strong pleasure, you tipped over the edge. Your orgasm hit you hard, your back arching and pushing his cock deeper into you, your throat raw from the screams you were letting out. 

“Johnny! Oh, fuck, fuck, Johnny, fuck!” you felt something come out of you, a liquid shooting straight onto Johnny’s already soaked cock, coating his hips and lower stomach.

”Fuck, baby you just squirted all over me, fuck!” he moaned your name loudly and you felt his cum shoot into your stomach, hot and like lava coating your insides. You were still cumming, your eyes rolled back into your head as Johnny bit down on your neck as his own release took over. His thumb on your clit got slower, but remained, dragging out your orgasm. You kept fucking yourself on his length, prolonging his own orgasm as well. 

Once you both came down from your high, you were left panting and looking at each other. You moved down, kissing him softly for the first time. His lips reciprocated your soft kisses, soothing each other as you caught your breath and composed yourself. He pulled his lips back first to your dismay, taking the opportunity to slip his length out of your core. You both gasped at the feeling of him pulling out, his cum spilling out of you, his cock soaked in your juices. You brought your legs down, attempting to stand on your feet. You felt your legs trembling crazy as you brought them down, and your knees buckled instantly as your heels hit the floor. 

Johnny was quick to grab your waist and yank you towards his chest, laughing at your shocked expression as he held you up effortlessly. 

“What the fuck, Johnny? I can't even feel my thighs,” you whined, looking up at him with a frustrated expression. Your eyebrows softened at his genuine smile he shone down at you, but you tried to remain fake-angry. 

“What’s the problem, dollface? I told you you weren’t going to be able to walk once I was done with you,” he smirked, using the moment you were too shocked to reply, to take you off guard and throw you over his shoulder. He ignored your shriek, giving your ass a firm slap as he walked back into his room.

“And don’t be upset at me, baby. There’s time to fuck the angry out of you.”