the guild is open

The shallow waters were busy, but you knew this beach well. You knew where you could swim in relative peace and quiet.

The water was deeper, with a small partially submerged cave and plenty of jutting rocks. It wasn't the ideal swimming locations. But the rocks were often nice to lay on when it was hot, and it didn't have many people. Perfect.

You tested your luck swimming out there. The sounds of people faded and the water became harsher, darker. But colder. You sighed in relief, the water doing well to cool your heated body.

You laid on your back in the water, floating with your eyes closed. It was so relaxing, freeing. You exhaled, opening your eyes again to look up at the bright blue sky.

But just as you felt relaxation wash over you, it was quickly dashed by something wet and slimy grabbing your wrist.

You screamed in shock more than fear, thrashing away from what ever had grabbed you. A forehead and eyes lifted above the surface of the water, but they weren't exactly.. Human. It wasn't ears on the side of the creature's head, but rather, fins.

"You- what- let me go!"

The creature quickly let you go, sinking down in the water, seemingly just as nervous as you.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." His voice was soft, airy in a way that was pleasant to listen to.

You exhaled, taking a few steadying breaths. "It's alright.."

He reached for you again and this time your leg brushed against his tail, you couldn't really see it, but it extended far further down than your legs did. His touch was still shy, running a webbed hand up your wrist, forearm.

You tread the water but otherwise stayed still as the mer creature began to feel up your body. He rose slightly more above the water, wet skin tinged the slightest violet, scales on his jaw and cheeks, gills on his neck. He was.. very pretty, alluring.

His fingers explored your soft skin, digging his fingers into your waist, then down into your hips. His eyes were wide, enamoured by the feel of your flesh compared to his.

You turned your head, watching him slip behind your body. His large tail came up between your legs, holding you up in the water. His scales were a shiny violet, with lighter patches and billowy fins.

His webbed hands came to your thighs, squishing them and pressing you against his tail. You bit the inside of your cheek, face feeling warm not just from the sun this time. He dragged his hands up, face nuzzling against your neck, you heard him inhale your scent.

"You're so warm…"

And with him pointing it out, you realised he was incredibly cold compared to you. But you didn't have much time to think about it when his hands were on your breasts, over top of your bathing suit. He squished your chest like he did much the rest of your body.

You shuddered against him, you wanted to press your thighs together but with his tail in the way you couldn't. You could only lean back against him as the curious mer creature explored your body with every accidentally teasing and curious touch.

He pulled your bathing suit top up, exposing your tits to the warm air and cold water. He began to squish and massage them, enjoying your fidgeting against him. Cold fingers pinched and tugged on your hardened nipples, a delightful sound escaping him the moment you whimpered in response to the stimulation.

Even in the cold water your tdick hardened from his touch, panting as he dragged his sharp teeth along your sensitive neck. You looked down when you felt something against your inner thigh, and if it weren't for the slight glow, you may have missed it. But you could faintly see his partially open slit and two oddly shaped dicks seconds from spilling out of it.

"There's a-" you took a deep breath, exhaling shakily as his tail pressed up against you. "A cave nearby.."

The creature perked up, releasing you. "Show me."

You adjusted your bathing suit top, so flustered your hands slipped before you could properly sit it on your chest. His tail slipped out from under you and you were free to swim to the nearby cave.

It was even more private than the previous area you were in, and you were quick to pull yourself up onto the slick wet stones of the cave mouth. The mer creature watched you intently before following suit, pushing you back onto the stones with his weight.

Now out of the water you could more clearly see his dicks, their lengths pressing against your hipbone. An ombre of purples with faintly glowing scales. They were mesmerizing. They were more like a tendril shape than any dick you had seen before, with bumps that lined the lengths and scales at the base.

You reached out, trailing your fingers along one of them. The mer shuddered, hiding his face in your neck with a whine. You wrapped your hand around the slimy base of one of them, stroking upwards with a slow motion.

He whined, but determined to hear your sounds again was quick to push your top back up, squishing your chest with one hand. His other one slid down your body, squeezing his way down. You led his webbed hand between your legs, biting your lip as he touched you through your swimwear.

The mer felt up your warm wet cunt, pressing his thumb into your tdick. Each touch was exploratory, hesitant before becoming more confidant as you panted. He lifted his head from your neck, his cheeks a pretty purple hue as he blushed.

He pushed his cock into your hand with your stroking, it was leaking an iridescent white liquid, slick and thick. His other cock twitched from lack of stimulation, every time your hand brushed against it it would throb.

You let go of his dick, earning a sharp whine from the mer. But you only stopped to pull your swim bottoms off, leaving them beside you. Now exposed the mer was more eager to look as he fingered your cunt, spreading you with excitement.

Your whines turned into moans, slightly echoing off the cave walls as he picked up the pace to match your previous one with stroking. You wrapped your hand around both his cocks, pressing them together to stroke them. They had a bit of give, wet and squishy under your touch.

The mer whimpered, dragging his body closer to yours. And after a hesitant moment, you pressed your warm lips against his cold ones. He was confused at first, but followed your actions. His lack of experience was cute, and he made up with it with his obedience to learn.

His inhumanly long tongue found yours, licking the inside of your mouth and sticking a third finger into your wet waiting cunt. The mer's kissing became more feverish, his actions sloppily as he rutted his lower half forward to stimulate his cocks more against your hand.

Cold cum splattered across your thighs, shimmering with the dim light coming in from the sun outside. But he didn't let up, continuing to kiss and touch you. You let go of his cocks to lick your hand, tasting his salty cum on your fingers.

You had to pull his fingers from your cunt, earning a confused curious head tilt from the mer. But you responded by adjusting underneath him, wrapping your legs around his tail the best you could.

"Put it inside me.."

You didn't think you could take both, but you were determined to take at least one. The mer lit up, visibly excited as he pressed the tips of his cocks against your cunt. You inhaled just before he pressed them inside of you with a thrust.

It hurt- but was manageable with the prep he'd given you. You took a few steadying breaths as he moaned, it sounded so ethereal.

Your slick and the cum that still slid down his cocks was enough for him to slide back out and then in again without much resistance. The mer repeated the action multiple times at varying paces until he found one he preferred.

A bit slow, sensual almost, but every thrust was as deep as he could possibly make it. It was heavenly, the bumps on his cocks rubbed against your insides, stimulating every nerve. The slick sounds were almost covered up by the waves on the rocks, but audible to you, causing your cheeks to heat once more.

The mer gripped your hip and the stones beneath you as he rolled his lower half into you, each thrust pressed his scales into your tdick making the small hard cock throb in pleasure. His mouth eventually found your chest. His sharp teeth carefully tugged on your breasts, blissfully enjoying the sounds you made from the pleasure he gave you.

When he came again it came with no warning, a slight bite to your tit that made you whine as his cold cum filled up your cunt. He lapped at the bitemark he left, muttering a soft wet apology against your skin as his seed continued pouring into you.

You ran your hand up and his back, touch reassuring. But even after he came twice, he was still eager to keep going. Your mind was becoming mush from the pleasure, it was getting harder to speak as you drew closer to your own orgasm.

It had taken him a moment, but the mer eventually caught on that your small cock was like his, his hand moving from your hip to it instead. He squeezed and tugged it with the same curious gentleness he did your chest.

When you came you squeezed your thighs around him, eyes squeezing shut. The mer groaned on top of you, fingers digging into the stone. You wiggled back a bit when he continued touching your tdick, and the mer let go, squeezing your waist instead.

He seemed to understand, pulling out of you with a sinfully wet sound. His cocks went slightly limp, retracting partially back into his slit. His cum oozed from your cunt onto the stone and he watched with a fascination that made you look away.

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“You and Matsuda-San are friends?”

That was how everyone, no matter their age, would react when you brought up Matsuda Kota casually in conversation. You were quite the persona since middle school. Going against the dress code to fit your gyaruo style. Kota, however, was quiet.

Some labeled him an ‘emo’ but he just had long black hair and mostly wore black clothing. At least that’s what he would say. His hair was so long that his bangs regularly covered his face.

You wore black clothing too—but they were often paired with bold pieces. You wore black eyeliner to make your eyes pop. It was only in university when you were able to go full out in being a gyaruo—a male version of a gyaru. Though you were on the more simple side of the aesthetic.

The full makeup and outfit took so much effort that you only did it on rare occasions. Or whenever you were in the mood to sit in front of a mirror for over an hour.

Your parents were lacking in the usual strictness that older Japanese people were known for. So you basically wild out—a stark contract to Kota whose parents were so overly strict it was concerning.

That’s probably why he spent most of his time over at your house. The two of you met in middle school. By pure accident.

You were sent to your homeroom teacher’s office for being caught with eyeliner. After a stern talking to and being shoved outside of the room with some wet wipes—you were too busy wiping your eyes to notice Kota standing in front of you.

It was only in middle school that you were taller than him. You bumped right into him, causing him to crash to the ground. His bento box spilling all over the floor.

“Woah! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You kneeled down and carelessly began scooping up the food with your bare hands, dumping them into the bento box. “Five second—”

“I’m not eating that.” Kota rudely interrupted you.

You blinked, finally glancing up to look at him. He had an ugly bowl cut and thick rimmed glasses that looked too big for his face.

“Pfft—!”

Your lips clamped shut as you quickly covered your mouth. Eyes wide while Kota’s narrowed.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing. You look ridiculous too.”

Kota huffed. He roughly grabbed his bento box from your hand and walked away. You stood up and looked to your left, seeing your reflection in the window.

He was right.

The makeup was all smudge—giving you perfect raccoon eyes. A laugh left your lips. It was honestly a look. You rushed after Kota and wrapped your arm around his neck. He grunted and tried to push you off but you used your height to rest your chin on his head.

“Since we both look ridiculous, we should hang out!”

Kota groaned. “What are you—?”

“My name is Togami (Name). But you can call me (Name), no one calls me Togami.”

“We just met, why—”

“Because it’s sooo boring. My name is so much better than Togami. Don’t you agree?”

“Well—”

“Anyway, what’s your name?”

“Matsuda Kota, why—”

“Can I call you Kota?”

“Are you going to keep interrupting me??” Kota yelled out, stopping you both in your tracks. You stared down at him before grinning slyly.

“Sorry, Kota-kun~ keep talking, keep talking. I think I really like you!”

“I didn’t give you permission—”

“Lunch’s almost over! Hurry, we don’t want to be late for class!”

“I said stop interrupting me!”

The rest was history. Which led to where you are now. University. You were able to dress up more and didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble with teachers for a little bit of eyeliner.

You and Kota decided to rent an apartment together. With your parents' help mostly. They were retired and had a decent amount of savings. Kota paid for everything else that your parents didn’t cover. You were just there to decorate the apartment.

Kota really didn’t care about that type of stuff. His bedroom was bare. Really bare. It looked exactly how it looked before you both moved in. The decoration he had in there was from you. Though he rarely allowed you in his room.

The apartment was covered in a lot of furry furniture. Black, brown, and gold. Leopard print… it was a mess but also somehow worked for the chaotic vibe you were going for. Your bedroom was the only real mess.

In any case, you and Kota lived together fairly well. Despite everyone being shocked that the two of you were even friends. You were outgoing and nice–Kota was quiet and a little bit rude. Everyone called you by your first name… no one but you could call Kota by his first name.

It actually got you into hot water once with Kota.

“You can call me (Name), I don’t mind!” You proudly said, grinning at your clubmate. You and Kota joined the photography club to kill some time. The club was meeting at a restaurant as a way to get to know everyone.

Everyone said their introduction. Kota’s was as bland as ever while you were practically bursting with excitement. You were sitting beside some guy–you couldn’t remember his name–and was telling him that he didn’t have to be formal with you.

A loud clink of glass hitting the table startled everyone even with the bustling sounds of people excitedly chatting. Eyes were all on Kota. His beer glass had a small crack on the bottom, the yellow beer slowly seeping free all over the table. He calmly grabbed some napkins and dabbed at the liquid.

“Uh, waiter!” The club leader waved someone down and pointed to the pointed glass.

You only watched Kota, blinking as he seemed to not even react to anything. Not when the waiter carefully took away the glass. Not as a few other clubmates wiped away the mess. Not when a new beer glass was placed in front of Kota.

Kota only grabbed a skewer of meat from the shared plate in the center of the table. He took a small bite, his gaze not even flickering over to you. It took a minute before everyone began to talk like normally, as if nothing happened.

As soon as the club leader had mentioned that everyone should start heading home–you were roughly grabbed by the arm and tugged to stand up. Everyone watched in silence as Kota grabbed your coat and backpack without a word.

He draped your coat around your body, buttoning it without allowing you to properly put it on. Your arms were restricted but he didn’t seem to care. Kota nodded his head at everyone, wrapping an arm around your waist and guided you outside.

“Kota. Kota, I can’t move my arms,” you tried to push your arms through the sleeves but Kota kept pulling you forward. His hand tightening his grip on the curve of your hip. “Kota!”

He hummed. “Does everyone need to call you by your first name?” His words suddenly stop you in your tracks. It was only now that he actually stopped as well. You both were far from the restaurant by now.

“I let everyone do that.” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Maybe you shouldn’t.”

“Where… is this coming from?”

Kota looked you in the eye. There looked to be something there… the need to say something. Something that could possibly change things. But he only shook his head.

“Forget it.” He removed his hand from your waist, finally allowing you to properly wear your coat. You follow behind him as you slip the coat into place. His words swirled around in your head but you didn’t say anything.

You still allowed people to call you by your first name. At least the people you had already allowed to but for some reason, anyone new had to call you by your last name.

Nothing was said. It just happened.

But you couldn’t forget the one time Kota had overheard you introducing yourself to a new member of the photography club.

“Hi, I’m Togami (Name). You can call me Togami or Toga!” You said, smiling wide as you excitedly shook their hand. Your gaze flickered to Kota who was standing right beside you and his expression was pure smug.

A small smirk tugged on his lips. Big enough that even another member noticed and asked Kota what he was thinking about to smile like that.

Kota only hummed. “Nothing.”

That was really the only time Kota had ever been mean towards you. Or at least angry. Afterwards he didn’t use any force on you again. Which really made you wonder what upset him that badly.

But you never brought it up again.

“If you want at least a B, you’ll need to get an 80% on the final exam, Togami-San.”

You groaned, rubbing at your face. Your grades in college were decent. Could be better but decent. Your parents were just happy you weren’t flunking. The fact you even went to college surprised them and your entire family.

It wasn’t like you didn’t care but you didn’t go above and beyond like others. You studied like twice a week. Each time before an exam you studied a bit and somehow that allowed you to continuously get Bs and A minuses.

Good enough. Some would kill for that.

However your studying method was proving to be useless for one class. The one class where you had your first ever D.

Organic chemistry.

Now why are you taking organic chemistry?

Well because you’re dumb.

Dumb enough to not realize that you signed up for the wrong class until it was too late and you had to continue taking it. You were a literature major! Why would you ever need organic chemistry?

“It’s okay, (Name)-Chan~” Hinata, your classmate, gave you a wide grin. “Maybe you should do tutoring.”

“Tutoring?” Another one of your classmates chirped in, Genki. He was a fellow gyaruo who put more effort into everyday makeup in comparison to you. A true legend. “What (Name) needs is a miracle.”

Hinata rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it worse. You’ll stress him out. I know someone who took organic chemistry as a freshman and actually passed with a 99%!”

“99%? Woah,” Genki’s mouth dropped while you perked up at her claim. “How—? That professor is strict. How'd that kid pass?”

“Don’t know but he was even the teacher assistant last year. He’s good, really good. But he doesn’t just tutor anyone.” Hinata turned her gaze over to you. “You might have to really beg for it.”

You frowned, “beg…? Ah, it can’t be helped. I’m not failing that final exam!” There was no way you’d let this class ruin your semi perfect record of As and Bs. “Where can I find him?”

“He’s an engineering major! My friend said he’s currently a teacher assistant for engineering 101, class should be ending right now. Go stop him before he leaves!”

The thought of having to beg some stranger to hopefully pass your class was a little stressful. Technically your whole life was up to this one dude.

And judging by how Hinata had described him—he wasn’t exactly the helping type.

He already reminded you of Kota.

Ah, Kota.

A giddy smile pulled on your lips at the thought of him. It’s already been three years of living with him and you had begun to realize you had a crush on him. Nothing serious at the moment but it certainly was something.

You found yourself doing more things for him. Making him lunch or dinner. He wasn’t a breakfast person so you never forced that. Two days ago you even bought him a leather jacket that reminded you of him. Though you still haven’t given it to him yet.

You’ve given him things before. Especially not an expensive leather jacket. It was around ¥291,500. Nothing cheap at all. But it was real leather with fluffy fur around the collar.

Perfect for winter that was right around the corner.

Thinking about Kota, you began wondering what you should make him for dinner. You stood outside the classroom door just as students began to walk out.

“(Name).”

“Kota?” You blinked, looking over to see Kota standing right beside you. Your head tilted as you blinked. “You’re taking this class as a junior?”

Kota fixed the strap of his bag as he raised an eyebrow. “I’m the teaching assistant.”

“Ah!”

Well looks like luck was on your side after all.

You grinned and rushed to his side, grasping his arm with your hands. “Kotaaaa~”

Kota only hummed and looked down at you. The height difference wasn’t by much. Your head was the perfect height to rest on his shoulders—which you constantly took advantage of.

“Can you tutor me? In organic chemistry? I heard you passed the class and I need to get an 80% on the final exam to even pass the class. Please, please, please—”

“Sure.” He interrupted you.

You blinked.

That was really easy.

Well, getting him to tutor you was easy but he wasn’t an easy tutor at all.

“If you can’t even memorize this then don’t even bother showing up to take the exam.”

“Kotaaaa.”

“Try again.”

It had only been a week and you were pooped. Kota didn’t let up. Each day after dinner, you’d spend almost two hours sitting at the dining table as he tutored you. No breaks, no days off.

And yes you were certainly learning and retaining information… but you were also tired.

“67%,” he said, placing the mock final exam he made you take on the table after grading it. Despite his rough tone—you knew he was semi happy about your progress in just one week. “I’ll test you again next week.”

You sighed. Better than nothing. You used to get 20-30% on the exams. This was an improvement.

Kota cleaned up the dining table while you placed your head on the table. You were only going to close your eyes for a second. But soon you found yourself in bed. Hands tugging up your shirt.

“Kota?” You groggily whined, placing your hand over his. His hand was larger than yours. He stopped what he was doing and leaned away a bit.

“You’re awake?” He asked. You felt his hand slipping away but you quickly tightened your grip. With sluggish movements, you tugged his hand up, making him gently cup your face.

He didn’t stop you nor did he say anything. If you weren’t struggling to even stay awake, you would’ve noticed his thumb gently rubbing circles on your cheek.

“I got something for you.” You whispered.

“Like what? Is it a thanks for tutoring you?”

You weakly shook your head. “No. It’s…” your voice trailed off, eyes struggling to stay open. “It’s just for you. Because I like you. It’s underneath my bed.”

“Don’t fall asleep.” He gently tapped your cheek. “You still have makeup on.”

“I like you… didn’t you hear me?”

“Mhm.” Was all he said in response.

The rest of that moment was a blur. You remembered feeling makeup remover wipes on your face. Kota grabbed the box from underneath your bed but he didn’t open it in front of you. Your eyes were basically closed by then.

He whispered something and then you were fast asleep.

Another two weeks passed. It was uneventful. Kota continued tutoring you and you made significant progress. Your little puppy crush was beginning to grow by the minute. Especially now that you two were spending most nights together.

You didn’t have to ask about the jacket because not even a day later you saw him wearing it. It made you so giddy that you almost laughed right in front of Kota. Luckily you managed to hold it in.

Despite organic chemistry being the worst class you’ve ever taken—you certainly had to thank it for allowing you the opportunity to be near Kota for such long hours.

However there was something you began to notice.

Kota didn’t allow you in his bedroom.

At first you didn’t notice because well it’s not like he comes into yours. You both were close but still wanted the bedrooms to be your own personal space. But now that you two were studying together for a long period of time… you and Kota would sometimes study in your bedroom.

It was a mess, obviously, but Kota didn’t seem to mind.

But it was like his room was off limits before you could ever ask.

Nothing was wrong with that per se… at least at first. Until you finally realize it when Kota always keeps his door locked. The door was always closed and even locked sometimes.

That’s strange, right?

Was he hiding something?

What would someone like Kota have to hide? He’s such a normal guy at the end of the day. You were the one that had more to hide but your day was basically left wide open at all times. Even when you were changing.

Like right now.

You slipped on your boxers, yawning. The thought of looking for some pajamas felt like a hassle. Your body was tired and even struggling to stand up straight.

“Where did I put it…” you whispered mostly to yourself, rubbing your shirtless chest. It was certainly a sight to behold. Your makeup was only semi cleaned off, your eyeliner was being stubborn and your lips were stained from left over lipstick. It’s kind of why you never wear lipstick that often.

It always stained your lips.

Just like your clothes, your pajamas were also heavily influenced by gyaruo clothing. You even dabbled a bit in more feminine pajamas. Simply only because male pajamas were boring half the time.

You knelt down and grabbed your silk shirt. It was plain black but felt nice to sleep in. “Pants… where’s my pants?” You spun around, now facing the doorway when you finally noticed that you weren’t alone.

Kota was watching.

He looked like he had just finished taking a shower. Hair still damped while the towel laid around his neck. An old beaten up white t-shirt and black sweatpants. His bangs covered his right eye entirely.

You gulped. Your own semi nudity was the last thing on your mind. Just the fact of seeing Kota in clothes that didn’t cover his body entirely. Nothing baggy that hid his muscles. You were allowed to see everything.

Almost everything.

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You didn’t even realize just how bad you were ogling him. Though it seemed to be mutual when you glanced up at his face.

Kota was staring at you. Really staring at you. His gaze flickering from your thighs to your chest. You still hadn’t slipped the shirt on yet.

Feeling yourself heat up from his strong gaze, you slipped the silk shirt on. That finally broke the spell as Kota quickly looked away. He began quickly drying his hair.

You finally found your pants, right near your dirty hamper. They were actually shorts. A matching pair to the shirt. You stepped into them and it was basically the same length as your tight boxers. These were one of your more feminine pajamas.

“Well,” you spoke, blinking slightly as you glanced over at Kota. “Uhh,” your lips pursed together. Hands wringing together. “Can I ask you something, Kota?”

He hummed. His eyes still focusing on anything but you.

“Can we… maybe study in your room one day?”

That caught his attention. His eyes snapping over to you. “Why?”

You froze. This was probably one of the first times Kota ever pushed back against a request of yours. Usually you could just say one word and he’d do it without hesitation. Not even asking why you want to do a certain thing.

It wasn’t always like that—that behavior didn’t start until high school.

“Oh well…” your voice trailed off. There was technically no reason. Or really any good reason. “Uhm, I just… want to change the environment.”

“We can study at the library.”

“Kota.” A pout on your lips. “I don’t wanna. I like being at home.”

“Then we can study on the balcony.”

That did sound nice.

You sighed. “Then… if I pass with an 89% can I celebrate in your bedroom?”

Kota raised an eyebrow. His face was neutral but you could tell he was getting agitated. The slight twitch in his upper lip, the way his grip tightened on the towel. “89%? That’s high.”

“Yeah, so if I do that good, then you have to grant my wish.”

“Why do you want to do that? Be in my room so badly?”

You were nosy, that was certainly the main reason.

But instead of saying that…

You said, “because I want to be in your scent.”

Which, in hindsight, was one of the stupidest things you had ever said.

I want to be in your scent? What did that even mean?

It was one of the strangest things you’ve ever said. And you were known for being weird to Kota.

Oh well—you couldn’t dwell on it too much because to your shock, you did it.

“How??” Hinata and Genki stared at the final exam paper in shock. There, written in bright red ink, was the percentage 90. You had done better than you had even thought was possible.

You simply smirked. “I managed to get that tutor you told me about.” Was all you said before heading straight home.

Kota was home, luckily enough. You had bought some take out and a case of beer. A smug smile on your lips as you walked over to where he was sitting on the couch.

He closed his book as soon as he saw you. His gaze solely focused on you. Your cheeks felt a little hot from his gaze but you straightened your posture. You placed the food and drinks on the center table.

“I took the exam.” You reached into your bag, excitedly pulling the exam paper out. The paper was folded as you handed it over to him. He took it, you excitedly sat down beside him and inched close, wanting to see his exact expression once he saw your score.

Kota opened the paper and despite the fact his face didn’t move an inch, you could tell he was proud. “Amazing.” He simply said, placing the paper on the center table. “How do you want to celebrate?”

You pursed your lips, eyes looking to where Kota’s bedroom was located. There was nothing else that needed to be said. Kota got the hint immediately.

Kota’s bedroom was the exact same as you remembered. The last time you had seen it in its full glory was maybe a month after you both moved in. To say it had no personality was an understatement.

It didn’t feel lived in if it weren’t for his studying material all over his desk. You plopped down on his bed as he sat at his desk, placing the items you brought on the surface. He glanced over at you with an unamused expression.

“This is all you wanted to see?”

You eagerly nodded your head. “Well yes.”

“You’re weird.” He opened a bottle of beer with a bottle opener. “Enjoy my scent.”

Your cheeks felt hot.

Kota’s room really was uneventful. He didn’t even have a tv. You stuck to watching something on your phone. About an hour or two passed when Kota excused himself to the bathroom.

You only huffed and moved to rest more comfortably on the bed when you felt something poke your back. It felt like a notebook. Underneath his pillow was a small little notebook—a diary was your first thought.

Now, did you originally plan to snoop around Kota’s room? No, you did not.

But now that you had the opportunity to possibly read his diary were you going to miss it?

No.

While you might be able to understand Kota’s expressions after spending so many years with him—it was too tempting to be able to read about his thoughts.

𓂃 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐’𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖨 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆

What?

𓂃 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖾? 𝖧𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻

Who was he talking about? Jealousy bubbled deep within you. Who was lucky enough to be the object of Kota’s affection? It wasn’t like he talked to many people that weren’t you.

𓂃 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆—𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

“What are you doing?”

You gasped as the diary was roughly ripped from your hands. It was there you came face to face with an overly pissed Kota. A first. The last time you ever saw Kota this angry, his face actually showing the full emotion, was back in middle school.

Your stomach began to twist into knots. The idea of angering Kota this much hadn’t even crushed your mind. Sure you were pushy sometimes but you never wanted to ever make him feel this way.

It was silent. Your mind raced a mile a minute. But nothing left your lips.

Kota let out a humorless laugh. Another first. He stared down at you. “Are you weirded out?”

“Huh?” A soft gasp left your lips. Your eyes flickering up to stare at him. He towered over you. You sat on your knees on the bed.

He waved the diary. “You read what was in this.” His voice sharp. “You’re weirded out, right? You want me to leave don’t you?”

“Why—? Why would I want that?” You quickly moved to stand up but Kota grabbed your shoulder and shoved you back down. It should’ve upset you that he put his hands on you but you felt your cock twitch in your pants.

“Stop acting dumb.” He carelessly tossed the diary behind him. His eyes never left you. The intensity in his eyes scared you but also made you incredibly horny. Who knew he could act like this? “You read it, you saw what I wanted to do. Degrade, feminize, and dumbify—you saw it, didn’t you? Don’t spare my feelings.”

You quickly shook your head. “I wouldn’t… I wouldn't judge what you… do in your free time.”

Kota froze. He raised an eyebrow before leaning further down. You leaned back until your back bumped into the wall, effectively caging you in.

Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. You clamped your legs together. Why was this actually doing something for you?

“How did you get that 90% on the exam?” He finally spoke.

“Huh?”

“You. I want to degrade you.” His hands pressed on either side of the wall, gaze harsh. “I want to make you pretty, only to ruin you for anyone else. Who else would I ever want to see naked beneath me?”

“…huh…? Kota…?”

Kota sighed. “I’ll move out as soon as possible.” Was all he said as he began to pull away.

“Wait—!” You grabbed his shirt and tugged him back towards you. The force causing him to accidentally bump his nose against yours. “Ow,” a whine left your lips but you quickly pushed through the pain. “Why… why are you going to leave me?”

“Did you not understand a word that I said?” Kota responded, his tone exasperated.

“I did. I did and I don’t mind. I like you! Didn’t you know that? I told you…”

Kota tilted his head. His gaze focused solely on you. “You always tell me that you like me. Was I supposed to believe that one time was different?”

You frowned. “Well I did mean it differently. I meant that I like like you.”

“You like like me?”

“Mhm.”

Kota laughed. You were seeing a whole new side to him. “Do you like me enough to let me do whatever I want to you?” He asked, his voice deep. There were simple words but somehow they felt heavy in your chest. It didn’t feel like it was a simple easy thing to agree to.

He seemed mad but not that mad that you thought he would’ve been. It felt different. A scary different. But not scary enough that you didn’t nod your head in agreement to his words.

“I need to hear a yes.” He said.

“…Yes.” You whispered. “I really like you.”

For the first time ever, Kota’s lips pulled into a wide smirk.

Your cock twitched at the sight.

You would’ve never expected that Kota would be the kinky type. Honestly you ever really expected that he’d be into sex… or anyone really. He didn’t seem like the type. It’s why you didn’t expect anything to happen from your feelings.

But here you were, hands tied together above your head with Kota’s belt. Undressed—your boxers being the only clothes you were allowed left.

Kota didn’t say anything at first. He had silently tied your wrists together, manhandling you to rest on the bed. His hands gripped your skin. It felt harsh and rough but it didn’t scare you.

“Kota…” You whispered.

He was silently taking in your body. His hand slowly tracing up and down. As his hand reached your inner thigh—you let out a gasp. Your legs clamped together as your cheeks heat up and feel hot to the touch.

“Kota… are you mad?”

“No,” he answered. His hand squeezed your thigh before he reached his other hand and grasped your other leg. He easily parted your legs open, it happened so fast you didn’t even register it until your legs touched the bed.

Kota sighed. His gaze flickered up to look you in the eye. “I’m not going to do everything I ever wanted.” He said. That somehow disappointed you. “I don’t want to rush this… not now.”

“Rush?”

“(Name),” he whispered your name as if he was worshipping you like a God. So soft and tender though his eyes held a certain hunger that made your stomach clench. “I’ve always wanted you to cry on my cock—letting your makeup mess up your face.”

“Really?” You couldn’t help but grin. “Is that why whenever you saw me with my makeup a mess, you’d get quiet?”

Kota didn’t respond. He moved to sit between your legs. “When we moved in together, I thought I’d have to deal with you bringing in random people to have sex… or maybe even get a boyfriend. How lucky am I that you aren’t able to date anyone?”

“Hey, I was single on purpose!”

“Sure.”

You frowned but before you could say anything else Kota pushed your legs forward. A strained grunt left your lips. The stretch was a little unnatural—not a position you’ve ever done before.

“Since it’s our first time, I’ll be nice. Okay?”

“You’re a virgin?” You muttered, blinking slightly.

“Aren’t you?”

“Ah,” you quickly looked away, biting your bottom lip. “Not… exactly.”

It was silent.

Too silent.

“Kota…?”

The sound of fabric tearing caused you to cry out in shock. You looked over to see Kota focused solely on your legs. Your boxers were torn open, the cool air teasing your hole. Embarrassment shot through your body when you realized Kota would have a perfect view of a certain something in your ass.

Finally, your little secret was revealed.

“(Name)…” Kota chuckled, his voice deep. His index finger circled around your sensitive rim. Your body shook from the touch. “Is this a butt plug?”

So, it wasn’t as if you expected sex today. You had just wanted to be a little… adventurous today. After your exam you had actually come home first before going back out to buy the food and beer. Just for fun.

It was a small plug. Only stretched you a little bit to where you could feel it if you shifted just right. But other than that it didn’t feel like anything was inside you.

Really the only thing you expected tonight was using your dildo late at night as you imagined Kota fucking you instead. Luck was really on your side today.

“Did you wear this all day? Even when you took your exam?” Kota grasped the edge of the plug, slowly tugging it out. You gasped—tugging at the restraints around your wrists. “Did you masturbate like a pervert, hoping no one would notice you rocking in the chair, trying to focus on the exam while making sure the plug hit your prostate?”

With a simple shift, the tip of the plug pressed directly on your prostate. A loud moan left your throat. You wanted to tell him that he was wrong. That he was making stuff up. Degrading you.

But the continuous, slow rub against your prostate took over your thoughts. All you could focus on was gasping and moaning in response. Nothing else could escape your lips. Your cock twitched. It was still covered inside your tight boxers.

“Kota,” you mewled.

“Such a slut. Is that why you’re so flashy?” He asked, pressing down on your prostate. “You want everyone’s attention on you. Not just your looks but also from your sex appeal? So perverted, Togami (Name).”

You sniffled. Your wrists tried to break free from the belt but somehow it was wrapped tightly. You could only bring your hands down to try and cover your face from Kota’s intense stare.

“Am I not enough?” Kota moved up, his body now towering over you. His free hand grasped your wrists and tugged your arms to rest above your head once more. “Do you need everyone else’s attention? I’m not enough for you?”

You quickly shook your head. The words escaped you—only broken wet moans leaving your parted lips.

“Fine.” An almost pained laugh left Kota. “They can look…” he leaned down, his breath teasing your face. “But you’ll always be mine. Only I can see you, touch you, and ruin you, do you understand?”

Kota pulled back when you didn’t respond. His glare sharp as he roughly pulled the butt plug out. He tossed it behind himself. “Answer me with words.”

“Mhm, ngh,” you nodded your head. It was hard to speak, your throat was already dry. You haven’t even been fucked yet and you already felt tired. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

You let out a shuddered moan. Your legs wrapping around Kota’s waist. It felt so sinful for you to be practically nude while Kota was still dressed. He was wearing a black sweater and black pants—his usual winter clothing.

“You’re perfect for me, (Name)… I don’t even need to prepare you.” Kota unbuttoned his pants. His gaze focused solely on you. “I won’t be nice. I’m going to fuck you and if you manage to cum, good. If not…” his voice trailed off.

The thought that he wasn’t even going to try and make sure you would come too. To just use you for his own pleasure… made your whole body shiver.

Shit, you were really learning new things about yourself.

Kota was never known for being particularly nice. Sure he did nice things for you but that never meant he wasn’t a little rude to you still. Even if you were his favorite person. He had no issue degrading you. And it was shocking to yourself that you didn’t mind it at all.

He didn’t fuck you nice and slow. He didn’t slowly ease inside you or anything like that. Your hole was still dripping from the lube and allowed for a semi easy entrance. Though his cock was bigger than your small butt plug.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The stretch felt otherworldly. Kota grasped your face, pushing your head down into the pillow as he began thrusting in an easy rhythm.

The slap of skin filled the room. Your gasps and moans came out in rough staccato. Toes curling as you bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

“K-Kota…” you cried out.

Kota pushed your head further into the pillow as his thrusts began to pick up speed. He was unforgiving—obviously chasing his own orgasm. True to his words he didn’t aim for your prostate nor did he touch your cock.

He was fucking you got his own pleasure.

“Mhm?” He grunted out. His thumb brushing against your lips, pushing them apart. “Does it feel good? Are you enjoying yourself?”

Each thrust sent a shock throughout your body. The sound of skin slapping, bed creaking from each thrust into your tight heat. It was sending you into a frenzy. You could’ve sworn that he was purposely avoiding your prostate. Just barely teasing it to cause a shiver in your body before ignoring it once more.

It was degrading. He was treating you like a toy.

You smiled slightly, eyes glancing up at Kota. He was a sight to behold. His eyes almost fully covered from his long bangs. He was sweating but still hadn’t made the effort to take off his sweater.

The jeans rubbed against your ass, chafing the skin. You’d certainly cry about it later but now it only served to make you moan. Every little thing he did that only served to please himself and not you… made your toes curl.

“Hey,” Kota cut in. “I asked if you’re enjoying it?” His voice deep and held an air of dominance.

A strained laugh left you, punched out in tandem with a particularly harsh thrust that almost sent you hitting the headboard. Your bottom lip was cut. A little bit of blood coated both lips and some on your teeth.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. Your eyes struggled to stay open, fingers curling to grip the pillow beneath you for a sense of purchase. “Love it so much.” An almost exasperated laugh left you.

Kota’s thrusts slowed down. His grip on your face almost loosened. He certainly didn’t expect such an answer from you. The willingness to accept his behavior as if it was a normal thing. A thing that you readily craved and enjoyed.

A perverted smirk pulled on his lips.

It was one of the widest smirks you’ve ever seen from him. With his eyes practically hidden behind his bangs—his smirk was the only thing you could use as a way to see what he was thinking. With that smile alone you knew he was happy.

Proud even.

This… was exactly what he wanted.

And how lucky was he that you wanted it just like him.

The last of his thrusts were almost cruel. He positioned his hips so his cock would tease your prostate. Barely a touch that was enough to even count as anything. You almost cried at the teasing—it was too much.

Your cock was weeping in your boxers. But you didn’t beg for Kota to start pleasuring you as well. No you enjoyed how he was fucking you. This was too fun. Better than anything you could’ve originally imagined.

Kota released his grip on your face, both hands reaching to grab your waist. He held your body still against the bed. Keeping you still as he delivered his last, harsh, heavy hitting thrusts into your ass. Each thrust earning a loud accompanying cry from you.

Hot wet cum released inside you. The fact that he didn’t even ask if he could only made you shivered in delight. A weak gasp left you. Kota spanked your ass as he pulled out. The cum slowly seeping out of your hole.

“You look beautiful like this.” Kota hummed, “next time I want to see you in full makeup when I fuck you.” He said. He grabbed your boxers, tugging them off when he stopped.

A soft humorless laugh left him.

“You actually came?”

Two fingers touched the lower half of your stomach. White cum leaking from your cock. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You didn’t expect that this would lead you to cumming in your boxers.

But here you were.

“Of course a slut like you would come untouched.” Kota leaned over you, gently freeing your wrists from the belt. He captured your lips into a hungry kiss—not allowing you to take any sense of control.

You didn’t fight it.

You enjoyed it all.

He watched couples cozy up in booths, watched men in pretty makeup chat animatedly with their friends, watched men he'd never suspected of being queer flirt and laugh and blush. He watched Scott beam each time a new customer walked in, and caught the loving smile Kip wore at Scott's joy.

It warmed him to his very core, filled his stomach with fluttery feelings of hope and awe. And aching heartbreak for those in Moscow who lived in secrecy and fear.

He hoped, for their sake and for future generations, that the tides would change, and they'd be able to live as freely as the people around him.

Ilya brought his pint to his lips and finished the last of his beer, humming softly at the warm, fuzzy feeling settling over his body.

He scanned the bar one last time, content with all the pestering he'd done to Hunter and Bennett and ready to head back to his hotel. His eyes stopped on a figure toward the back of the bar where the pool tables were, and he straightened up.

The exhaustion that'd been creeping over his eyelids promptly vanished, and he slid out of the booth, ignoring the questioning look from Bennett, who'd been sitting across from him.

He strode over to the pool tables, his signature lopsided grin making its way onto his face as he braced his hands over the wooden side. He watched the cue ball shoot across the green felt, slamming into the 8-ball and sending it into one of the corner pockets.

"Good game." He said, lifting his head to eye the older man, his grin growing into a cheeky one. "Surprised you can still coordinate with such ease considering your status as senior citizen."

"Fuck off, Rozanov."

(Y/N) (L/N), retired hockey star and current coach for one of New York's junior teams, replied with a breathy chuckle, his arm stretching out to shake the hand of the guy who'd lost the game.

Always showing good sportsmanship.

"Shouldn't you be at a nightclub somewhere with the rest of your team?"

"Shouldn't you be at home playing, hm, I don't know. Scrabble? Bingo?" 

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. "I'm thirty-nine, you little shit, not eighty."

"Could have fooled me."

Ilya rose his shoulders high to his earlobes in a dramatic shrug, slumping them back down as he reached into the pockets nearest to him to collect the balls.

"I am a little shocked to see you here, (L/N). I always thought you were..." He trailed off, shrugging again, his interest piqued.

(Y/N) (L/N) had been a legend in his prime, probably the best player the New York Admirals could've been given after his trade from Texas. Quick shots, strong legs, killer defense.

He'd been on Ilya Rozanov's radar up until (Y/N) decided to retire at thirty-four, claiming he wanted to give his body a rest and settle down.

He'd always been handsome, and age had only intensified his attractiveness. Faint wrinkles, crow's feet, and laugh lines had taken up areas where there'd been smooth skin before, and specks of grey had begun coloring his hair.

He still looked strong, most of his muscles having softened up without the rigorous hours of training and workouts active players were expected to do.

Something about his build, about the slight hang of his belly over his belt, stirred heat in Ilya's spine. His mouth watered, goosebumps spreading over his skin as he imagined what it'd be like to get a taste of (Y/N) (L/N).

He'd thought about it before, of course, but he never thought it'd ever be an option. 

"I don't know. Between hockey and raising a kid, I never had time to explore what the world has to offer."

(Y/N) gently set the end of the pool stick on the ground, rubbing chalk over the cue tip in circular motions. Ilya considered what it'd feel like to have those hands on his body, to press their bodies together and kiss him over and over again.

He'd grown used to fooling around with people his size, people his age, but he'd always wondered what it'd be like to expand his horizons.

Ilya pushed the pool balls with his palm, his feet light and quick as he rounded the pool table, purposefully bumping their hips together. "I would not mind exploring together."

"My daughter's seven years younger than you, Rozanov." (Y/N) pointed out with raised brows. "Settle down, tiger."

Ilya laughed, waiting for (Y/N) to retrieve the triangle rack before he set the balls in the middle of it, rearranging them to fit better. He twirled the 8-ball around with his finger, and then picked it up, meeting (Y/N)'s eyes as he basically fondled the resin ball. (Y/N)'s mouth curled in amusement.

"Is funny you think I care. She is, what, nineteen and off to college? She does not need a stepparent anymore."

"Rozanov."

"Relax, (L/N)."

Ilya snickered, setting the 8-ball down and pushing the triangle rack toward the center of the table. He ensured to stretch out his arms so his shirt would slide upward, exposing his lower back the slightest bit.

"I am not asking for your hand in marriage, okay? I am offering... a fun night. No strings attached. Jus' you and I.. exploring."

"How long since you have slept with someone?"

"I'm too busy for one-night stands, Rozanov. I'm not twenty anymore."

"Mm, right," Ilya's head turned on a swivel, his brows lifting with approval as he took in (Y/N)'s home in Brooklyn. "That is how you ended up with, erm, Jade, yes? One-night stand at twenty?"

(Y/N)'s house had a historic charm to it with the hardwood floors, tall wooden baseboards, and high ceilings. It reminded him of the old American sitcoms he watched from time to time.

It felt loved and lived in, from the random trinkets and clutter to the family pictures. His home in Russia felt cold; his penthouse in Boston felt lonely.

"I'd rather not talk about my daughter right now, Rozanov," (Y/N) said, dropping his keys in the ceramic bowl sitting on the entry table and heading further into the decently-sized foyer. "You want anything? I've got some wines and a couple beers."

Ilya's gaze lingered on a photo of a little Jade and younger (Y/N), their arms wrapped around each other and faces bright with gleeful affection. His heart ached.

He was certain he had no candid pictures of himself embracing his father with such happiness, nor any pictures of his father looking at him with pure love. He had cold, lifeless portraits and posed photographs.

"I'm fine," Ilya answered, tearing his eyes off the photo and following (Y/N) deeper into his two-story home, hoping the ache in his chest would dull.

He quickened his step to press himself against (Y/N)'s back, his arms wrapping around him from behind and his chin propping over his shoulder. He gave the kitchen they'd entered a quick survey, humming at the size of it.

Irritatingly, he easily imagined twenty-something-year-old (Y/N) running about, chasing his speedy toddler around the island while she laughed and shrieked.

Ilya buried his face in the back of (Y/N)'s neck and took a deep inhale. He was... faintly envious of a young woman he'd never even met, and annoyed with the mother who'd opted out of her life.

He'd give anything to have his own mother back, anything for a semblance of a sweet, normal childhood.

"I want to have you. Now. Over and over again." He sighed, trying to focus all his attention on the desperation pooling in his lower gut.

If he allowed his thoughts to wander, they'd dip into confusing territory, territory he'd rather not enter at all.

(Y/N) laughed and turned around in Ilya's hold, one brow lifting in playful challenge. "What makes you think I'm that easy?"

Ilya huffed out a chuckle, his hands roaming down (Y/N)'s sides until they reached his belt. "Well, I am in your house." He cooed, the soft clinking of the belt coming undone sending a shiver up his spine. He pulled on it, nice and slowly, until it slipped completely out of the belt loops. "But... once I am done with you, you will be asking for more."

The belt fell onto the kitchen floor with a clatter, and he finally leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss over (Y/N)'s lips. (Y/N)'s hands settled over Ilya's hips, his grip firm and strong and sending another shiver up Ilya's spine.

His hands slipped beneath (Y/N)'s shirt, palms and fingers digging into his soft, hairy belly.

"Shit."

Ilya sighed against (Y/N)'s lips, practically keening when (Y/N) nipped his bottom lip and suckled his tongue into his mouth. His briefs grew uncomfortably tight, and his head reeled.

"Bedroom, now, unless you want to clean your kitchen."

With an amused huff, (Y/N) took Ilya's hand and led him upstairs into his bedroom. Ilya pointedly ignored the framed pictures scattered around the room and tried to rid himself of all the comparisons his mind made. Still, for whatever reason, his blood ran hot, his hands clammy and his brain needy for (Y/N)'s attention.

Usually, Ilya enjoyed taking his time in stripping, took joy in watching the other person's reaction to his body, but he rid himself of his clothes in record time.

He stumbled toward (Y/N), wriggling himself free of his pants, and grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it off his body. (Y/N) caught his wrists in his hands, another laugh escaping him.

"Slow down, Rozanov. What're you in such a rush for?"

"I want you to fuck me."

Woah.

Where the hell had that come from?

Ilya's surprise likely showed on his face, because (Y/N) tilted his head, his grip on Ilya's wrists softening.

"You sure about that, sweetheart?" Sweetheart. Ilya blinked dumbly at the heat that spread over his face, bringing with it a soft pink that enveloped his neck and collarbones. "We can do other things, you know."

Ilya's eyes flickered away, and for a moment, he found himself at a loss for words. There he stood, naked (aside from the socks still on his feet) in (Y/N) (L/N)'s master bedroom, practically foaming at the mouth for a man he'd only briefly met twice before.

Embarrassment was an emotion that was foreign to Ilya when he was not in his father's presence, but it crept in.

"I... I usually do the fucking, but... I..." English fled from his tongue, and Ilya grunted, growing frustrated. "Do you not want to? I was- it- exploring, you know. You explore, I explore."

(Y/N) stared at him with gentle concern and patience that Ilya was not used to, one of his hands releasing Ilya's wrists to cup the side of his face. Ilya leaned into his touch, chasing the warmth of his hand.

"We can do that, sure. You need to calm down, though. I'm not going anywhere. Can you do that for me?"

Fluttery warmth grew in Ilya's chest. "Yes."

"Good."

With one simple word, the heat that'd been gnawing at the base of Ilya's spine returned tenfold, goosebumps spreading over his skin. A grin spread across (Y/N)'s face, his thumb brushing over Ilya's lips, humming when Ilya took the digit in his mouth.

"You like that, honey?"

(Y/N) (L/N) was going to be the death of Ilya Rozanov.

(Y/N)'s jeans slumped onto the bedroom floor after some fiddling, and Ilya pushed him back onto the bed, following him when (Y/N) scooted himself back to rest more comfortably around the pillows.

Ilya pushed apart (Y/N)'s knees, his attention zoning in on the evident strain against his briefs. He lowered himself down onto his stomach with a smirk.

Mouthing at (Y/N)'s bulge, Ilya's hips bucked and dug into the bed like a cat in heat, desperate for friction while he soaked the fabric of (Y/N)'s briefs with his saliva. He inhaled the faint smell of sweat and groaned quietly, his fingers hooking in the waistband and dragging the briefs down his thighs. 

Without a second thought, Ilya latched onto his cock that moment it sprang out from beneath the briefs, licking and sucking wherever he could reach while (Y/N) grunted and hissed.

He found his way to the tip and greedily swallowed whatever he could, bobbing his head in a clumsy rhythm, putting no real finesse behind it.

Saliva and slobber seeped from the corners of his mouth, but he paid no mind to it, each groan, curse, and pant from (Y/N) spurring him on.

He lost himself in it, in the salty taste of his pre and sweat, in the feeling of every curve and vein brushing against his tongue, in every twitch and buck.

Ilya thrived in pleasing others, thrived seeing the way they reacted to his touches and actions. He soaked up the gasps and moans, the hands that grabbed at him, the moments of close intimacy that he only seemed to be good for in the bedroom.

Nobody ever stuck around for anything other than sex.

Ilya's eyes flickered upward when (Y/N)'s fingers trekked through his curls, reluctantly pulling himself off him after a small tug.

(Y/N) snorted softly through his pants, his hand dropping from his curls to delicately wipe at Ilya's mouth, ridding it of the saliva that'd gathered. Ilya's blues flickered between (Y/N)'s (E/C)s.

"Good?"

(Y/N) gripped his chin, squeezing it lightly. "Very good."

A thrill sparked in him, and he crawled over (Y/N), leaning down to slot their mouths together, smearing the saliva and letting (Y/N) taste himself.

He felt (Y/N)'s hand glide down his back, running over rippling and stretching muscles until it reached his ass. Ilya laughed into his mouth at the hard squeeze that followed.

He nearly purred when (Y/N) began massaging the soft flesh. "You like?"

"Very much."

Ilya nipped at his jawline and properly straddled his hips, grabbing (Y/N)'s wrist and bringing his hand up to his face. Coyly, he kissed his fingertips, gazing down at him through half-lidded eyes as he wrapped his lips around his fingers. He bobbed his head slowly, thoroughly coating them, and pulled them from his mouth. 

He guided (Y/N)'s hand back to where it was, his shoulders drawing into a tense line when he felt the wet prod at his entrance. Reaching back, he spread himself apart to make it easier, his breathing growing heavier as (Y/N) rubbed his fingers over Ilya's hole.

He held some air in his lungs in an attempt to relax himself, and it was swiftly knocked out of him when (Y/N) pushed past the rim.

"Mm, shit."

Ilya's hands planted themselves on either side of (Y/N)'s head, his eyes squeezing shut. He'd been fingered before, both by his own hand and some of his previous hook-ups, but it'd been a while. He fluttered around (Y/N)'s fingers.

"So good, (Y/N). So good."

Without the help of lube, the glide wasn't as smooth, but Ilya liked the mixture of pleasure and discomfort. It reminded him he was alive, and when (Y/N) wrapped his hands around his flushed, leaking cock, he had a full body twitch.

His mouth fell open with his grunts and pants, his hips bucking, caught between thrusting into (Y/N)'s hand and pushing himself back on his fingers. 

With a groan, Ilya reached for (Y/N)'s hand again, sliding his fingers out. He gripped (Y/N)'s cock at the base and hovered over him, taking another deep breath before he lowered himself down. (Y/N)'s hands squeezed his ass cheeks hard enough it'd definitely leave behind some red marks, a drawn-out curse escaping his chest.

The stretch burned, his body almost protesting against the intrusion, but Ilya persisted because Ilya Rozanov was the definition of a stubborn man.

He allowed himself breaks, stopping whenever the stretch grew too much and giving himself time to adjust. Once his ass was flush against (Y/N)'s hips, the pleasure began to trickle in, wrapping and coiling with the subtle pain.

Ilya panted. "Am-" He was delirious; he was certain of it. "Am I your good boy?"

(Y/N) grinned up at him, one hand lifting to rub his palm over Ilya's pecs and stomach. "Yes, you are."

"Good.." Ilya licked his lips. "You... are not getting out of bed until I am done with you."

While Ilya hadn't been a virgin in a long, long time, he'd never actually ridden another man before. He knew well what it was like to be the one lying back with their hands on the other person, but not the one doing it.

He swallowed, hoping his reputation, dignity, and pride remained intact by the end of the night.

Ilya gave an experimental grind, rolling his hips and then lifting himself slightly. He repeated the motions, occasionally losing his balance from his trembling legs, until he felt more confident picking up the pace.

His head rolled back, hands curling into fists, his noises turning into whines and moans once (Y/N) began stroking him a little faster. 

"Just like that, baby." (Y/N) hissed out, a garbled half-moan half-laugh ripping from Ilya's throat when his palm collided with Ilya's ass, the sting shooting up his spine pleasantly.

He wanted more. More of (Y/N), more of his cock, more of his kisses and laughter. 

"Fuck, you're amazing, Ilya."

Ilya's ears burned, and he lowered down, capturing (Y/N)'s mouth in a greedy, needy kiss, part of him wanting for them to stay like that forever.

There'd be no way for him to visit New York without seeing (Y/N) now, no way for him to play a game without first kissing (Y/N) for good luck.

He'd gotten a taste of (Y/N) (L/N), and he wanted everything he had to offer.

Ilya finally understood why people walked a little funny after sex. No matter how many times he twisted and turned in the loveseat, the ache persisted or grew.

It was a good ache, the type he'd get after a long day of working out that meant he'd have a great night's sleep, but it was distracting. 

"Here." (Y/N) appeared at his side, offering him a wrapped frozen pack of peas. "You look like you could use it."

Ilya set his pizza slice down on the table and licked his fingers clean, muttering a quiet 'thanks' when he took the pack and slid it in the waistband of his briefs. He shuddered at the wet coldness. It'd been worth it, though. All of it.

"Think you like men?" Ilya asked, picking the plate back up and stuffing his mouth with pizza. 

(Y/N)'s brows quirked with amusement, and he reached down to pinch a napkin between his fingers, using it to clean the corner of Ilya's mouth.

Ilya's face flushed, his head tilting backward so (Y/N) could get the rest of his sauce-smeared lips. It was... nice to be treated so gently, so warmly. 

"Maybe," (Y/N) answered, settling down on the couch beside Ilya and grabbing a slice for himself. "I liked it with you, but you might be my exception."

Ilya ignored the butterflies in his stomach. "You should... go out more. Explore more. Jade is out of the house now, no? She is a big girl. She does not need her father now. You can do whatever you want."

(Y/N) chuckled, his head lightly shaking. "She'll always need her father, Ilya, and I'll always be there for her. She could be my age with a house full of kids and a doting spouse, and I'd still drop everything to be there if she called. Fatherhood never ends."

Ilya's rapid chewing of his pizza slowed, his heart stuttering in his chest. He hardly remembered the last time his father had ever complimented him, if he ever had at all.

All Grigori loved doing was complain and belittle. He'd done it to him, to Alexei, to their beautiful mother. Constant insults, constant complaints, constant sneers and scowls.

Ilya took in a sharp breath and finished his pizza, cleaning his hands with another napkin and holding the pack of peas in place when he stood up.

He plopped down beside (Y/N), regretting it for a few uncomfortable seconds, and leaned into him. He ran a hand over his back, his head angling down to kiss along his shoulders. 

(Y/N) watched him with those gentle eyes of his. "Excited for the game tomorrow?"

"It will be easy win."

"Mm, don't be so sure." (Y/N) ran his tongue over his top row of teeth, the corners of his lips lifting. "Scott's been on a streak recently. I think he's aiming for another Stanley so he can follow it up with a proposal."

Ilya blinked. Marriage? Right, that was possible for gay couples in the States now.

"Really? Hm, good for them. Hunter will cry like a baby for sure." He snickered at the image of Scott all puffy-eyed and stammering through his words.

(Y/N) barked out a laugh. "Knowing him? He'll have an anxiety attack." 

"You ever think about it?" Ilya asked suddenly, propping his chin over (Y/N)'s shoulder. "Marriage?"

"Never had anyone to marry," (Y/N) told him with a small, mindful shrug, taking another bite of his pizza. He swallowed, licking some crumbs from his bottom lip. "I'll be forty soon, anyway. Those years are behind me, aren't they?"

"You are, erm... what is the word? Outlier?" Ilya rattled his brain a little, but he was fairly certain it was the right word. "In hockey world, at least. It is strange to not be married with kids, but it is not too late. I saw a post the other day about a couple in their eighties who met in a nursing home and got married. It is.. never too late for love, I think."

"So, Ilya Rozanov can be wise." (Y/N) grinned at him teasingly, and Ilya rolled his eyes, nipping at his shoulder. "I always thought your head was empty."

Ilya huffed. "Fuck off."

"And you? You're young and at the top of your game."

(Y/N) finished his pizza and cleaned his hands before he leaned back into the couch cushions. Ilya dragged his legs over his lap and rested his head over (Y/N)'s chest when (Y/N) curled his arm around him.

"I'm sure you have plenty of guys and girls who'd be happy to marry you."

"I don't know."

"Come on, Rozanov. It's never too late or too early for love."

You and Jack have been together nearly a year now, and it was going well. Considering Jack had lost his wife only a few years ago, and had previously thought he was straight. So dating a man had definitely taken some getting used to - but you were more than happy to walk him through the process.

There hadn’t been many bumps in the relationship, which was something you were both grateful for, your parents liked him and his liked you, you both spent nights round each other's places a lot, and wore each other's clothes. It was all going well.

Jack had also wanted to keep your relationship secret at work - which you also didn’t mind. Rumours spread like wildfire around that place and it made it… special, being so intimate without intruding eyes. 

But everything was going great, Jack had even started going to therapy which was a milestone itself, and he had started to confide in you, even starting to wake you up when he had nightmares, or text if you weren’t together. But everything was going great.

And today was just like any other day. You had seen Jack during the handover this morning. It had looked like a rough night, but Jack, as always, looked ridiculously good. You had stolen a secret kiss in the locker room when no one else was around before he left and you got started. Being a nurse was no easy feat, but you always ensured the safety of your colleagues.

Overall, the shift wasn’t too terrible, you got yelled at a few times, but nothing out of the ordinary. That, however, took a turn when a Mr James Thomas was admitted. Early thirties and snappy, repeatedly giving you and Jesse the evils, and looking at the female members of staff in a way that made your stomach turn. So, you did what you did best, you protected the team. You had already warned Robby that you had a bad feeling about this guy (and Robby knew from experience that your gut was right more often than not). And so, to protect your team, you told him to stop being a creep and - wild concept - listen to the information being told to him about his health. 

It was a simple: “Sir, I think it would be best if you paid attention to the advice we’re trying to give you,” the ‘and stop ogling my coworkers’ was heavily implied. But it set him off all the same. 

You probably shouldn’t have said it in front of only Mel and Javadi, that was a poor choice on your part, but the guy was giving you the creeps, staring at the interns. He sprung from the bed in an instant, tackling you to the floor with surprising strength for someone who was on that amount of painkillers. His fist, annoyingly in a cast, collides with your cheekbone seconds later, followed by your nose, and then your eye. And then your eye again. You manage a punch or two from your position on the floor, but it doesn’t seem to do a whole lot to deter him, that doesn’t stop you from trying again.

You distantly hear Mel telling Javadi to get Doctor Robby and Doctor Langdon, barely able to make out Javadi’s panicked response as her footsteps echo through your ears. You can hear Mel trying to pull the guy away, telling him to get the fuck off (the first time you’ve heard her swear). When the guy shoves her away, you punch him again, harder, continuing your attempt to buck him off you so you can smack some sense into him. Before you can, however, he’s ripped off you and the room gets ten times louder. He’s yelling and you can make out at least two other distinct voices screaming back at him. You’re pretty sure it’s Robby and Langdon. 

“Hey, (Y/N)?” 

You blink, trying to clear the blood in your eye as you look up to the figure, blurred in front of you. “Dana?” You mumble. 

“Dana? Oh, that’s just offensive, honey.” Dana scoffs from a distance. Huh. She sounded further away that time. You blink again at the figure. 

“Jack?” You squint, “It’s too early for you to be here.” 

“I’m only like twenty minutes early.” He reassured, already taking a closer look at your eye before moving onto your cheek. “Let’s get you sat up, okay?” 

“Mm, ‘kay.” You ignore the nausea, letting Jack slowly guide you up.

“That’s it, easy, easy.” 

“I’m good.” 

“You just thought I was Dana.” 

“Which I’m still offended by, honey.” Dana chimed in.

“I’m all better now.” You resorted.

Mel took a small step forward, “I think he hit the back of his head when he was tackled.” 

Jack turned to her, giving a small smile. “Thanks,” He said, before turning his attention back to you, “And onto a bed you go.” 

You give a quiet snort, despite the pain it causes. “You’re pretty when you’re worried.” 

Jack gives a small smile, “Come on.” He says, very pointedly ignoring the others surrounding you both. “We need to get you comfy so we can clean you up and get you to CT.” 

“Do you want us to call anyone to take you home?” Dana asked, stepping forward with some wipes, placing a hand on your arm. You miss the smirk her and Robby exchange. “Maybe that guy you’ve been seeing?” 

“Mm, he’s already here,” You mumbled. 

“Low blow, Dana.” Jack said, gently pressing against your nose, wincing as you hissed in pain. “Sorry baby,” 

You pull away from Jack, looking at Dana and Robby with unfocused (and mildly concussed) eyes, “You knew?” 

“Everyone knows. Neither of you are subtle.” Robby laughed. 

The cops, however, had their own thoughts about you. Your methods were much more brutal than they’d like; you were a harder pill to swallow compared to the Bat and his proteges of brightly coloured circus monkeys. Like you gave a shit. 

You strained your eyes to listen to the garbled chatter in your ears. Rainy, stormy nights were the perfect setting for criminals to do as they did. Lower visibility, coupled with the muffling the rain provided, gave them more cover. That, and some cops found gravity weighing down on them when it came to patrolling their routes when it rained. 

Those lazy bastards. 

Still, the police scanner crackled to life. If only you could make out what they were saying, but alas, the rain was being more of a pain in the ass than usual. You let out an annoyed sigh, half-tempted to chuck the in-ear communicator onto the ground and go back to the usual routine of chasing police lights. But before you could make up your mind, your ears picked up on a pair of footsteps that you’d memorised. 

Heavy steel-toed combat boots. Light despite it — their owner being a man who’d trained to keep his steps cat-like from years of living in Gotham, then being trained under the Batman, and finally being trained under assassins. The man, the myth, the thorn in your side and pain in your ass;

Jason Todd. 

You cursed, rolling your eyes as you face him. He stalks forward. The dingy yellow light of the rooftop you were on barely highlighted the red hues of his helmet. You scoff as he stays silent, still making his way towards you in a casual cadence that annoys you so much that you walk towards the ledge. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he gruffs out. You wished you couldn’t hear him. You wished his voice would be crackling and as indiscernible as the police scanner chatter. “Don’t be such a drama queen, will ya’?”

“Hell do you want, Red?” You spun on your heel, but don’t budge from the edge because if you did, he’d get into his head about how obedient you are or some bullshit like that. It wouldn’t be uncharacteristic of him — the crux of your break-up had been his silent expectations of you in the relationship. Something he didn’t communicate to you, which left him unhappy, and you bitter. 

It wasn’t your fault; Jason couldn’t open his mouth to speak about these things. Therefore, it wasn’t your responsibility to cater to his needy insecurities if he never said anything in the first place. That’s what you’d told your civilian friends anyway, and they fully agreed because they were your friends. Even if they were your own echo chamber, you still knew a part of your argument stayed true. 

If Jason couldn’t communicate, then why would he be shocked that you’d be clueless about his personal feelings? 

“What? I can’t have a chummy talk with you?” he jerks his head at you, his gloved hands crossing his broad chest as you hear him scoff. 

Your brow twitches, and you swear you feel a vein pop out on your temple. 

“Chummy talk? Now, you can talk to me?”

“Oh fuck, here you fuckin’ go again —”

You raise your hands, shaking your head. Your bangs sway along with you, rivulets of water making their way down your nose and face as you jump down from the ledge and stomp towards your gear. 

“You want to have talks? Like, therapy sessions, yeah? That’s what you want?” His jabbering causes irritation to spread through you. The feeling of rain making your hair wet, and the annoying noise in your ear of garbled speeches, is already fraying your senses as is. Jason’s obtuseness wasn’t helping lift your mood in the slightest. You hoped the criminals tonight would put up a good fight, because you desperately needed something to punch. 

“We’re vigilantes. We’re not a normal couple,” Jason said. His helmet was warping his voice slightly. 

“We’re not a couple, Red,” you remind him. He tilts his head, laughing. 

“Something funny?” You ask in a flat tone. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your annoyance. 

“What? You being serious?” 

“Fuck’s sake, Jason. I haven’t been to your place in weeks, haven’t even returned your calls, much less your messages. Are you that dense?”

“Over a dumb argument?”

“An argument you started!” You yelled, not being able to stop yourself, as you laughed in disbelief. The dark clouds above you rumbled, and the rain lightened up slightly. But Gotham’s weather was as finicky as Jason’s mood at times, so you didn’t find it at all reassuring. 

“You were the one who started talking about how I’m not good enough for you! That I shouldn’t be doing missions because clearly,” you stressed the last word with as much disdain as you could. “I’m too stupid to know how criminal enterprises work, despite my extensive multi-year career.”

“Okay, I know I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said.”

“Most of the things, Jason.”

You can’t see it, but you know he’s rolling his eyes, and the thought of that pisses you off enough to turn your back to him. 

“Can you stop walking away? I was just worried about you, alright! I could’ve worded it better, I digress. I was just angry because you were being reckless.” 

“You gave me a test, a mission, like I’m your sidekick instead of your boyfriend. Do you know how humiliating it is? Then! You graded me and gave me constructive criticism!”

Jason didn’t understand why you found that so offensive. That’s how he’d been trained all his life, and it made him stronger. His reflexes, his quickhandedness in combat, and his quick wits had been earned through grit and tests. He didn’t think you’d be so reckless, and in the heat of the moment, his words came out much harsher than he had intended. 

“I’m a grown-ass man, Jason. I don’t need to be tested by my boyfriend of all people!”

“Oh, so we’re boyfriends again?” Jason follows you as you leap to a different rooftop. If Gotham citizens could hear you both now, they’d be sitting on their fire escapes with a popcorn bucket in hand. 

“No!” You yell, just as thunder rumbles again and the rain pours down harder. 

“Move on already, Jason! God knows I have!”

His head snaps upwards as he watches your figure shrink the further away you stomp, but then he doubles his speed and grasps at your shoulder. You nearly spin from the force of his grip, but you remain steady on your feet as you level your glare at him. 

“Fuck does that mean? You seeing someone?” You hate that your cock twitches at the rough tone he takes. But you push through that mindless lust, shoving him back as you continue your journey to get away from him. 

“I fucked someone! Best night of my fucking life!” 

Jason stood there, stunned. The rain continued to pour, and the sight of your leaping figure got smaller and smaller as the minutes ticked by. Jason felt like the earth beneath him had opened up and swallowed him in those minutes. His heart started to pick up its speed again, and he tugged his helmet off when he felt the air beginning to get thinner and thinner. He hated this. This all-consumming feeling of dread swallowed him whole and turned his limbs as heavy as lead. 

Why did you have this much power over him? No, why had he given you this much power?

He thought he’d learned his lesson a lifetime ago. But here he was again, left in the dark and cold as his mind raced with a million possibilities. He loves you, did you not see that? Were you too angry to see it, or had you truly just given up on him? You promised him once upon a time that you would never do that. 

But Bruce had made the same promise before, then broke it and replaced him. Jason’s head pulsed, and he grit his teeth as he tried to ground himself back to earth. That stupid fucking therapy method again, something about focusing his senses, or was it meditation, fuck! He couldn’t think.

Were you leaving him? 

Did you hate him?

Were you wishing you’d never even met him?

It’s nearly morning when you stumble home. Knuckles satisfyingly bruised and back aching; you craved a warm shower, then your comfortable bed to end this shitty night. 

Your plans would need to be put on pause when you entered your home and immediately picked up on his presence. You hung your head, tiredly swinging your legs over your window ledge and placing your elbows on your knees as you frustratingly ran your fingers through your hair. The puddle of water dripping onto the floor from your drenched frame was the least of your concerns as you glared at Jason from between your fingers. 

He was leaning against your kitchen counter, his hood still on his face as he held his gun in his hands. He had disassembled it, and pieces of it lay on your counter, twinkling at you as though greeting you. 

“Get out of my house, psycho.” 

Jason’s cheek twitches, but he continues to wipe his gun down, pretending he hadn’t heard you at all. 

“You remember how much you slobbered on my Glock?”

You freeze as you register what he’d just so casually asked you. So he takes this chance to continue. 

“Because I do. You were begging for me to shove it in your mouth, sucking it like it was my dick.” He places his rag — it was yours, he’d gone and used your shit because he knew you used the same supplies as him, because he was a good boyfriend, and he made sure you used the best of the best like he did — down on your counter, then he fixes the barrel and recoil spring back. When he lines up the slide and racks his gun, the loud click that it makes sends shivers down your spine. 

“I fucked you so hard that night, you walked funny. You said that was the best night of your life.”

“Jason.”

“Stoker’s a funny family name,” Jason tips his head down, and your fingers curl into fists as you both glare at the other. “No relation to the author, though, shame. Would’ve been cooler if he was.”

“You found out who I fucked?” 

“Wasn’t hard. I know which bar you like to go to, asked around. Told Debby we were going through a rough patch, she said she didn’t like Arthur that much anyway. Fucker doesn’t subscribe to the idea of tipping apparently.”

You cautiously approach him, uncaring of the water you drag in as the ambience of the still-harsh rain muffles the silence between you. Jason keeps you in his sights. He knows you’re gearing to lunge at him, not because he’s a threat. No, Jason wasn’t a scumbag who’d hurt his boyfriend. He wasn’t that kind of piece of shit — he’d much rather die than become one. 

You just want to intimidate him. Chase him out of your home. Out of your life. 

Jason rolls his shoulder and lazily inspects his now-clean gun. Aiming it at your wooden floors. As you draw closer, your eyes take in the organised mess he’d set up. Then, the bloody rag.

“You pistol-whipped him?” Jason turns his head to look at you.

“You’d rather I shoot him?”

You hate how heated he got you. How easily he stokes anger and lust inside of you, how much your heart squeezes when you see those sea-green eyes stare into you. They’re always desperate, not vulnerable, but desperate. Like he wanted you to see him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to show it. So you made it a point to unravel parts of him — made sure he knew you’d always be someone that stayed, someone that wouldn’t leave him because he was broken. 

But fuck, he made you so pissed sometimes. 

“Take off your helmet, Jason.”

He perks up at the tone you take. Not snarky, not clipped. There was an air of resignation in there, but your frown remained on your face, so he remained cautious. He places his helmet on the counter, and you take Jason Todd in.

There he was. His inky black hair stuck to his forehead, streaks of white accompanying it. He had strong brow bones, shadows often enveloping his eyes, if it weren’t for how bright they were. Then, his tall nose bridge that’d been reset so many times, you were surprised it still stayed as pretty as it was. His m-shaped cupid's bow, the scar that ran down his lip and the scar on his cheek; a gnarly J carved so deep it never went away. 

He couldn’t meet your eyes. So you call out for him again. 

There’s that desperation. 

“He was a pussy,” he said flatly. “Why in the fuck would you sleep with him?”

You pull off your domino mask, rubbing at the makeup around your eyes. It smudged messily, sticking to your gloved hands, but you couldn’t give a damn. You were exhausted, and Jason’s whining wasn’t helping. Even if he pulled at your heartstrings, your body was far too tired. 

“Jason,” you sigh out. 

“You think he could’ve fucked you like I could?” He waved his unloaded gun around, a loose grin on his handsome face as he turned his body to face you. Still leaned against your counter, still entirely too casual. 

“You think anyone could satisfy your fucked up fantasies like I could?”

You rub at the back of your neck, giving him a half-hearted glare as you remember what he was referencing. He’d been cleaning his gun, and you watched on lazily. It was the way he did it so efficiently. His pretty hands are taking it apart, then wiping it clean. The way he cleaned the barrel, thrusting the brush in then out once. Then again, unsatisfied with the cleanliness.

You’d been horny. Blurting out how it looked so sensual — he apparently cleaned your gun sexily. He thought you were joking, but you continued. Saying the gun was almost like a cock. 

You ended up kneeling between his legs that night, his gun in your mouth and his fingers in your hair as you teased him. 

He was right. Not everyone would be cool with even the idea of bringing a gun into the bedroom. Certainly not Arthur Stoker. You doubted even the other vigilantes you knew would be open to it — they’d call you insane, or kinky if they were being nice, but they’d most definitely judge you. 

Jason approaches you, and you tip your head to look at him. He places the barrel under your jaw, dragging it down to your chin, then tapping it there. 

“It’s clean,” he mutters dryly. You fight the urge to scoff. 

You were so tired.  But a good fucking never hurt. Or even if it did, it’d be a good kind of hurt. 

Jason sucked in a breath when you pressed your kiss to it. Your smudged makeup and painted lashes made your eyes seem brighter than it was, even under your shitty kitchen lights.

You slip your tongue to the sides, tracing the slide and groaning softly when you open your mouth and let him admire the sight of his gun on your tongue. Jason grabs the back of your head and smashes your lips together. You react like a live wire, wrapping your arms around him, and he wastes no time in carrying you to your bedroom. 

Jason is impatient. You don’t blame him. You’re sure he intends to erase any traces of Arthur from you — he grips you like that’s the case. His eyes were heavy, possessiveness rolling off of him in waves. 

He looked so handsome.

You couldn’t help but kiss him again, and again. He grunted, bringing you on top of him and resting you on his lap as you grinded on him. He reeked of the rain, smog, and gunpowder. But underneath that, there’s his signature cologne. Bergamot and rich vanilla, burning so deliciously together. Then, as you ran your lips down his neck, you grinned at the scent of the body wash you’d gotten him. 

If your clothes didn’t have Kevlar woven through their threads, you were sure Jason would’ve ripped them to shreds. Still, the speed at which he gets you naked could have been record-breaking. You reach for his belt, but he pins you down to the bed instead.

He presses the gun to your cunt and feels a giddy laugh escaping him when your pupils blow out. 

“You’re a piece of work, baby.”

You shudder as he rubs it against your dick. The smoothness of it causes a small moan to escape you, and he grunts. “You’re getting your cunt juices all over it. You’re fucking filthy, you know that?”

“You love it though, right?” You stretch your arms above your head, and your back thanks you for it. Then you slowly melt against your bedding, looking up at him with nothing but complete trust in your eyes.

“You love me, right?”

Jason’s expression softens. He nods, helping you as he moves his weapon in tandem with the lazy rolls of your hips.  

“Yeah,” he admits raspily. “Yeah, I love you.”

You reach for his face, palm covering that scar, and he leans down to kiss you. 

Jason presses the barrel to your cunt, and you widen your legs. He watches your face as he pushes it in, his thumb over the pulse on your neck, so he can feel how you react. You face him, smudging your pillows with your dark makeup, and whisper his name. The more he pushes, the faster your pulse gets. 

When it’s inside of you, you’re panting. If you were in pain, you didn’t show it. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispers to you. Sweeping your hair back and kissing your lips chastely. 

“Taking it in so good. Such a good slut for me. You’re never gonna leave me, right?” You flutter your eyes open, nodding as you trail your hand over the curve of his ear. 

“Say it.”

“Jason — ah!”

He’s halfway there, and you’re clenching down on it. His lips purse as you struggle to answer. 

“Say it,” he says with a sharper tone. His finger dips to the trigger, and you shiver as you hear him applying more pressure. Although you knew his gun was unloaded, the fact that he was so desperate to hear you say you needed him,  he put his hands on the trigger made your heart race. 

“Please.”

“I’m never going to leave you, Jason,” you assure him in a steady tone. You gulp down a moan, stroking over his cheek as you smile at him. 

“No one else loves me like you do, Jay.”

Jason kisses you again, this time slower, with more heat. When he cries, you try your best not to get wetter, but it's hard when he starts thrusting his gun in and out of you. You mewl, voice pitched as he begins to get rougher. His arms flexed, the veins on the back of his hands and up his arms getting pronounced as he fucks you through your first orgasm. 

“Say it again, baby. Say you need me.”

Jason’s tears were welling in his eyes, and when he blinked, they finally slipped down his chiselled face. You moan out his name sweetly, watching how shimmery his seagreen eyes got the more emotional he was.

“Jay — Jason, baby.”

He makes a noise, soft and inquiring. You kiss his tears, savouring it on your tongue as you squeeze his biceps.

“Please, fuck me already.”

Jason pulls his gun out, and you shudder at the gape it leaves. He places your thighs over his hips, and you’re barely given a moment to think when he presses his head into you. Your back arches off the bed, a silent scream escaping you as he relentlessly presses on. Impatient, possessive, emotional. You smile dopily as you bite down on your stained pillows. 

“Fuck, your boycunt feels so good, baby.”

You groan in agreement, Jason’s jaw goes loose as he slips his eyes shut. He squeezes at your hips, his grip bruising as he tries to get you to take him to his hilt. But he’s so thick, and you’re so tight. You whimper out that there’s lube, so he stretches over you to grab it because he doesn’t want to slip out. 

Jason gives a generous pour, messily swiping his hands up and down your cunt. Giving your twitching dick a rub that makes you squirm. 

He slides back, leaving only his tip inside of you, then pours more. It helps you immensely. You hear him toss the bottle of lube next to his gun. You chew your bottom lip in anticipation. 

Jason’s first thrusts are slow, but deep. Grinding into you, rubbing at your swollen cock as he watches your face. He’s gentlemanly like that. Making sure you feel pleasure first, obsessed with the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him. 

Then, once he feels you tighten up and he sees the telltale signs of your orgasm, he stops. You whine and whimper, but he simply shushes you. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll make you feel good, baby. I promise, I promise.”

He snaps his hips into you. The sound of skin smacking skin echoes through your apartment. You gasp, digging your nails into his back as he folds you in half. He uses gravity to fuck into you, moaning into your ear as he braces one hand on your headboard. The springs in your mattress squeak in alarm, and you’re sure your neighbours were going to fucking despise you with how hard your bed was thudding against the wall.

Your moans weren’t helping either. 

But fuck your neighbours. If they were getting fucked this good, they’d be loud too. Jason sobs suddenly, and you press wet kisses to his cheek, shushing him when he goes back to that slow grind. 

He always gets overwhelmed when it feels good. Something he’d tried desperately to fix until he met you. You reassured him with your fucked out voice that he was good, that you felt good too. He clung to your words like they were gospel. 

“Are you close?” he asks you, his voice raspy. 

“Yeah, but…but I wanna cum with you. Please.”

Jason actually blushes. He wipes away a few stray tears, then focuses on that pace that made you dig your nails into him. You yelp, mouth hanging open as he continues his relentless thrusts. He can feel you clench down, so he reaches to jerk you off. 

Your thighs tremble, ankles locking behind him, and his eyes flutter closed as he feels you milk his cock desperately. His hips stutter, his groans turning harsh as he gives a few sloppy thrusts until he finally cums inside of you. You shudder at the feeling of him filling you up, legs falling onto the bed as you try to catch your breath. 

Shit. 

(sorry if it's cringe 😭)

The summer had ended, well at least the vacation. it was the most awesome vacation of Leon’s life! You were home every single day, he went where you went day in and day out. To the park, lake, and forest, but also at home. He got all the attention. But now you had to leave for work again for 5 days a week from 9 to 5 and he was stuck at home, waiting for his precious owner to come back.

He spent most of his time just lying down in spaces where your scent was strongest, couch, bedroom, those spots. Usually, he’d stay on the couch sleeping or thinking about you, how you would greet him with a smile when you came back, how you would pet that special spot between his ears, his tail already started wiggling at the thought of it. 

Fuck, this was too hard. He looked at the clock; only 3 more hours, but for him it felt like years, mostly because he couldn’t sleep anymore, and because he really had to go out for a walk. 

He got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to see if you had accidentally left any food for him to grab, but unfortunately nothing, he could try to stand up and grab something from inside the cabinets, but then he would feel bad for disobeying you, then he wouldn’t be a good boy.

Ever since the summer vacation, he felt the need to be around you so much stronger, he felt the need to be with you at all times, to receive praise, to be held, to be cradled, and most importantly to please you. 

His ears perked up, suddenly feeling something in his stomach, it was weird, he went over to your bedroom your scent only growing stronger just like the feeling on his stomach. When you first adopted him you didn’t let him into your bedroom at all hoping to make a clear line between owner and pet but along the summer that line started to fade. The few nights he would spend the night curled up against you on your bed were the best.

He felt incredibly proud even thinking back to one of those nights, just sleeping next to you, your fingers going through his hair until he fell asleep. 

A huff grasped through his nose whiffing up your scent, his nose going up in the air. A small shiver went down his spine as he continued sniffing, trying to pinpoint the strongest scent, it was a whole different scent that he smelled, it reminded him of sweat but different much nicer, much more attractive, like it was pulling him towards itself. 

He followed his nose eagerly, coming to the bathroom connected to your room, he stopped in his tracks. He’s never been in your bathroom. He stared at the scary door gulping, he still had plenty of time before you would arrive home, but he already felt bad contemplating breaking your rules, well you never specifically said he couldn’t go in there… the times he tried, you had told him to wait outside or wait in the living room because you were having “alone time” whatever that meant. 

But now he was alone, he took one glance behind him, checking if you hadn’t suddenly come back. Luckily you didn’t, so he went in gently opening the door. It was just a regular bathroom, shower, toilet, sink with a mirror, so where did the scent come from?

Leon’s eyes scanned the room until he spotted the hamper, placed in the corner. He quickly hopped his way over, looking to claim his price. He stuck his nose in the pile of clothes in the hamper, all yours and a few of his garments. 

He never used to wear clothes, it wasn’t normal for hybrids to do, but since he was more on the human side -the only dog thing about him being his tail, ears, and senses, having human parts, and being able to do human things, he could walk and talk but it was just a harder to do so, he preferred not to but ever since he got off the streets, and adopted you learned him to do so,  also made him wear clothes. He still preferred to be shirtless so he would crawl his way out of them every chance he got.-

anywayyyy back to the story.

His hands mixed in throwing things away until he found the source, one pair of underwear more specifically your underwear. He happily took it in his mouth without a single thought. Proud to have found what he was searching for he went back to his crate, taking the used garment in his hands as he laid on his soft mat sniffing it until he dared to lick. An intense feeling sent shocks through his body, he felt something beneath him twitch. He didn’t register what happened. A breathy huff escaped his lips, but it sounded more like a whine. Hot flashed his face, taking another lick just to test if it would happen again, it did. 

His belly tingled a small sense of excitement filled his mind, he continued to lap only making the ominous feeling between his legs grow nose buried in the piece of clothing, curled up in his bench. 

He didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep when you came back, he excitedly sprung up, tail wagging behind as you turned the key into the lock greeted by Leon’s big blues you closed the door behind you before getting down to pet him, he eagerly leaned in your touch small puffs leaving his nose as you pet his head to the place between his ears back to under his soft jawline. 

“I missed you so much!” Leon excitedly told you almost panting. 

He looked so excited you felt bad stopping now, you walked over to the couch, Leon almost blocking your way by circling around your legs. “Come here,” you giggled as you invited Leon to the space next to you on the couch. You didn’t have to tell him twice, he immediately jumped to the spot landing half on you in an over-enthusiastic way, he pushed one hand on your thigh encouraging you to continue petting him, which you gladly did.

“I was sooo lonely, I missed you so much, it’s so boring without you! I’m so so happy you’re back!” Leon rapidly bladdered making you chuckle a bit, he was always so energetic which could be tiring but you didn’t mind right now, it was actually kind of nice to have someone who was always excited to see you. 

Minutes passed, and he was still pressed against you talking your ear off with things he had thought of today, your petting eventually slowed into soft strokes, Leon’s tail slowed down as he ran out of things to say a big content smile on his face his ears were back eyes closed almost purring into your touch. So relaxed. 

It was all your normal routine until you spotted something particular, your underwear, in Leon’s crate. Your brows furrowed looking back to the innocent puppy next to you. After a bit of thinking and mostly contemplating what to do about it you got up from the soft cushions. Leon perked up confused at the loss of touch. He saw you walk over to his crate crouching down to examine your piece of clothing like it was a crime scene. 

“Leon? What’s this?” you asked looking over your shoulders to meet his worried eyes. He knew that look, and immediately he was stressed, Oh no did he do something bad? He really didn’t want to be a bad boy! What did he do?!

Leon tilted his head in shame not wanting to respond. Not knowing what to say, scared he would make it worse.

“Come over here,” you ordered, your voice rather sweet than commanding, hoping to not worsen Leon’s nervousness any further He hopped off the couch and did a small walk of shame to the crate, tail tucked between his legs, next to where you were crouched he sat down, trying to prove that he was still a good boy. 

“Well?” you started to get impatient. The scared dog avoided your eyes, going back to the now wet underwear. “I-… I just missed your scent…” Leon pleaded, looking up to you trying to win you over with his sad puppy eyes. You narrowed your eyes thinking of a way to teach your pup that this wasn’t okay, but you just couldn’t find it in you to punish him, until he spoke up again. 

“I just- it tasted so…good” Leon explained further as if it would help him, it didn’t, in fact, it did the opposite.

The gears inside of your head finally spun. Your scent, he wanted all your attention, the way he pawed at you all the time, this wasn’t a pet owner situation, he was attracted to you. 

You gulped deeply staring into Leon’s eyes, nothing but innocence and worry, the poor thing probably didn’t even know what he was feeling. Your lips pressed together into a thin line, you needed to stop this before it got out of hand even when you felt bad doing it. 

You picked your undies up, moving to stand up. Leon stayed down his eyes following your every move. “Leon,” you started putting away your feelings, you needed to set boundaries, you needed to be responsible here. “You can’t pick up my clothes, those are mine, not yours.” He looked down at his hands, anxiety spreading over his face, but you weren’t done yet he needed to learn there were consequences to his actions.

“I also do not want you to go into my room or the bathroom while I’m not home.” He absently nodded seeming like he was at the brink of tears for being called out alone. “Now I know you hate this, but you need to learn that there’s consequences to your actions.” His head shot up, panic in his eyes as you strictly pierced his eyes with yours. “no-no-please,-I’ll be good-I’ll never do it again-please,” he tried but you didn’t budge you stood your ground while pointing at his cage, Leon already knew what was coming to a terrified look on his face -god he is so dramatic- as you pointed to his crate. 

“No-no-no!”He franticly shook his head. “please, I don’t wanna go!” He pawed at your ankles pleading. You stood your ground. “Leon,” you warned, he knew he was only making it worse by begging but he really, really didn’t want to go on the crate. “Please-I’m sorry- I’m really-sorry- please!” He looked at you from where he was sitting his bottom lip trembling as he felt his eyes start to water.

“I’m not going in! I can’t- you can’t make me!” He raised his voice, which made you glare down at him. Immediately his ears went down as he felt himself cripple under your glare. 

“Bad. Boy. Go in your cage.” Tears started to fall you felt guilty for hurting your precious pup, especially about making him cry, but you didn’t let it show, you stayed cold and emotionless. He let out a small whimper as he obliged, unable to deny your order, he looked back almost betrayed, like he hadn’t had this coming. 

“It’s just for the night,” you said as you closed the bench trapping Leon in the iron bars, a soft mat, and a blanket on the ground (because you are not a monster) his fingers clamped around the bars. You left, you had eaten out, so you didn’t have any more business in the living room. You made your way back to your bedroom, throwing the clothes Leon had spread across the bathroom back into the hamper, throwing away your underwear later. 

So there he was, he had been so excited to be around you all day, and he actually could do that right now, be curled up against you snuggling but no, instead he was trapped in this cage, this prison the restraint that kept him from going to you. He sighed feeling betrayed in some way. He didn’t understand what he had done wrong, of course, he knew that picking your clothes was wrong, but getting punished for it, that’s a bit too much.

You never punished Leon ever, so this was really strange. Leon was confused but mostly felt bad, so very bad for making you disappointed in him. He curled up on the crate hugging the blanket in sorrow pretending that it was you as the last lights went out. 

-

The morning came agonizingly slow for Leon, the lack of sleep making him hump up as you entered the room, he sat up tail already swooshing side to side regardless of his exhaustion. You walked in your pajamas to his bench Leon’s fingers grasping the metal begging for his release. 

You kneeled down to his level, right in front of him. “Are you going to be a good boy?” you asked tilting your head in a questioning way, he nodded as fast as possible. “Talk,” you demanded. “Yes, yes I’ll be good,” he begged, half shaking the bars, you complied unlocking his “prison”. 

He almost jumped onto you making you sit back down on the ground. “I’m so sorry- it will never happen again, I promise, I promise,” he repeated over and over again as he tried to get you to hug him, you let out a breath chuckle and complied, “It’s okay sweetheart.” You pet his head to which he smiled even more leaning in your touch as he always did. 

And there it was again, that funny feeling in his stomach. At first, he thought it was just hunger, but the more you pet him the more he wanted to stay closer to you, press against you. The arousal pooling in his stomach stayed even when you pulled away, even when you fed him, even when you went out for a walk, and even when you left for work again. 

Leon was left alone with that unfamiliar feeling in his stomach leaving him to do the figuring out, Leon lay on his signature place on the couch. You had bought him a book for him to read. A simple book, just to help Leon fit in with the human side of him, also forcing him to walk upright on his feet when in public, he found it hard and tiring but he wasn’t about to disappoint you, not after he already did. 

So maybe that was why he was picking up the book, and starting to try and read it. It was easy enough. As time passed the feeling in his stomach tightened, like his organs were tormenting him. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, more like a neediness for something, only he didn’t know what. 

It came to the point where he couldn’t focus on the words anymore, his problem shadowed all his thoughts and made sure it was impossible for the poor pup to think straight. The only thing he noticed was that his pants felt small, smaller than usual, even when he had gotten used to them by now, they suddenly felt too small.

Leon frowned putting the book down to finally try and do something about his problem, he looked down to check if he could see anything from the outside. His face lit up as if he had just opened the previously used oven, and slapped the heat in his face, down his body making his skin tingle.

His hands followed the skin of his stomach expecting to find some kind of bruise or lump, but nothing only hot skin. His hand found its way to his pants to see if he could feel anything there. He let out an embarrassingly loud whine as he felt the bulge tenting his pants. His eyes dared to look down, only gasping at the sight, his hands weren’t betraying him, there really was a huge bulge. 

Contemplating what to do he experimentally cupped it with his hand through his pants, a whine even louder ran over his tongue, so hard that he swore he could hear it echoing through the walls.

But it felt good, it felt sensitive, but in a good way, in a very very good way, he has to feel it again. He slightly squeezed the bulge making his stomach turn in a way that felt so satisfying he couldn’t help but double over. 

Leon could feel his body trembling not used to these sensations at all, but he couldn’t stop, he started to create a small friction for himself, trying to satisfy this overwhelming need he suddenly felt. 

His hips involuntarily jerked up in his hand making his crotch throb as a whine left his mouth, his eyes closing in concentration trying to find whatever he needed, but it was hard to think, he felt so powerless, so desperate for something, but what was that something? 

Leon’s hand slightly sped up making him pant. His whole body felt on fire, so hot, he felt the need to take his suffocating clothes off but was too overwhelmed to do so. 

He kept going his legs trembling hands shaking sweat making everything stick together, but it still wasn’t enough, Leon didn’t understand, he never felt this, and frankly, he didn’t understand one bit of it. 

Eventually, his member felt like it was going numb. Leon desperately kept going even when it was starting to hurt, but to no avail, it just wasn’t enough. His hand stopped and so did the friction, his thoughts coming back to him together with a worried feeling, what even was that? What happened? He was left feeling guilty somehow like he did something shameful even when it felt so good. Was it bad? Was Leon doing something bad? 

He started to feel stressed, it feels bad now… and he really didn’t want to disobey you again especially when he was already put in the crate yesterday. Just then the lock turned, Leon’s ears perked up he hadn’t even smelled you, his arousal taking up all the scent in the room. 

Leon quickly jumped off the couch tail turning into a blur by how hard it was wagging. He was more excited than ever to see you. He whined a bit as he struggled to walk over to the door, the now painful bulge rubbing against his pants, he needed to get them off but that was not the priority right now. The priority was you.

You opened your front door, Leon’s face immediately greeting you, you always loved to come home to him, and his sweet smile, it grew only brighter as he saw you. (2 meninges 😧😏) 

“Hi! how’s your day?” Leon immediately spoke as you walked in hanging your coat up and sighing not noticing Leon’s state.

“It was fine” you shrugged putting away your shoes and patting Leon’s head. “How about you, have you been a good boy?” You said grinning as Leon grew red. “Mhm, I’ve been good all day,” Leon answered only it was a lie, a lie because he wasn’t a good boy. He did something new and it felt bad so so bad and he was scared to tell you. What if you’ll put him in his cage again? He’d rather lie than be imprisoned again. 

You walked over to the kitchen picking out food from the cabinets. “Yeah? What you do all day pup?” Leon followed you into the kitchen looking at the ingredients you put on the marble countertop. 

Leon thought his tail still rapidly swinging behind him. “I read like you told me to.” Leon smiled sheepishly at you ignoring the pain he was feeling downstairs. He could ignore it, he would ignore it for you. 

But eventually, you break, eventually, you burst, as any normal person does. A pup can’t hold something that big from you, and hide his pain…

His breaking point came at midnight. 

He was happily cuddled by you, he adored being small spoon. Until he woke up, drenched in sweat, panting, every piece of skin sticking to something. Leon groaned the world coming to him as he awoke his eyes and mouth dry. Waves of pain hit him from his crotch through his legs, a small whine escaped as he looked down, it was still the same, it was a wonder you hadn’t noticed yet. 

Leon’s whole body was in a state of fight or flight his senses heightened. He couldn’t take this anymore. He whined again as he stood up, legs trembling under his weight as he made it to the bathroom. He felt like throwing up. He struggled to grab a hold of the sink hoping for some stability but the cold on his sweaty hand only made him hiss. 

He was hot and cold at the same time, was it some kind of fiver? No this was different much different. Another wave of heat surged through Leon’s body his face red his lungs having trouble keeping up with his heavy breathing. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, his eyes caught glimpses down his body but none registered. With whines still leaving him he clawed at his clothes trying to wiggle his way out of them. The pants dropped to the tiles and so did his shirt everything was off but still he was as hot as one can be.

It was all too much and what was worse was that he didn’t even know what was going on. At this point Leon didn’t care if he got sent to his cage he just wanted the pain to stop nothing else mattered. 

He shook as he stumbled back into the bedroom. “Leon?” You asked just woken up as well, squinting your eyes to make out your pup’s features. His breath and his whimpers together with Leon not responding got you worried. “Leon, are you okay?”

“Please,” he whined collapsing next to you on the bed. “Please what? What’s going on?” Your voice continued to grow more and more worried. You turned and switched the light on, and there he was in full light his chest heaving up and down sweat dripping down his face, his ears flat on his head. His eyes closed tight his eyebrow furrowing into a painful look. 

With one glance down everything became clear. “Oh, baby,” you muttered softly. He was going in heat. “What’s wrong with me?” Leon choked out. “Nothing sweetheart, nothing at all,” you reassured brushing strands of hair that stuck to his face away. 

“I’m going to help you okay?” Leon nodded frantically in response tears brimming his eyes as tears slowly fell down his face, landing on the pillow, your sweet pup, he must be in so much pain for so long, poor thing was suffering in silence all this time and you hardly noticed. 

He was squirming waiting for you to do something, to do anything, anything to make the pounding in his head go away. His consciousness almost faded when you scratched behind his ears making his tail wag despite the pain he was in. It thumps against the white covers beneath him with it forming a small smile on your face.

“You’ll be fine sweetheart, I’ll take care of you,” you cooed softly multitasking as you moved your hand down his sticky body going gently over all his shapes and moles, going over the small trail of hair leading to the source of his problem. His hips jerked up a few times as you did. 

His cute little cock stood high and proud, pearly beads leaping down his length it was a beautiful sight. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve admired your pet for hours like this but this was a case with urgency and there was no time to spare.

Leon’s eyes shot open when you wrapped your hand around his base, a hand flying up to your shirt to take a handful of the soft fabric. “Wh-what?” He looked up at you with big eyes then back to the scene, blinking. Before he could do or say anything else you stroked up and down again. Leon quickly deflated, eyes rolling back as his head fell back into the pillow. Whines and whimpers fell from his mouth as you continued.

You started off slow so he could catch up with you twisting your wrists a few times and pulling utteral moans of pleasure from him. His plump lips kept parted eyes half-lidded going down and up with the movement of your hand and then to your own eyes. He strictly held on to your shirt as if his life depended on it his grip only growing stronger with every stroke of your hand. 

“Hmm-s’good-please-nhgh,” incoherent mumbles escaped his lips it was adorable. His pitch went up only higher and higher to a point that you almost couldn’t recognize the vulnerable voice of your pup. 

You sped up, his hips struggling to keep up with your pace, his eyelids scrunched together, you grabbed the hand holding your shirt and wrapped it in yours intertwining your hands while the other was cramping on Leon’s puppy dick. His tail was rapidly moving the sheets his ears perked up straight into the air. 

“Ah-wait-!” You didn’t react or wait instead you did the opposite only going faster. Leon let out a gut-wrenching moan his voice cracking into a whimper multiple times as he came white sputtered all over his stomach, continuing to drip down the white sheets as more continued to flow and coat your hand with sticky white ropes.

You slowly stopped, leaving his cock flat, Leon hesitantly opened one eye before the other a sit he was scared but he only saw your sweet smile. Before he could open his other eye you had your clean hand which was previously holding his, in Leon’s hair. “Good job Leon” you comfort his ears immediately twitching as you did. 

It was 10pm when your gym buddy, Changbin, texted you. He asked you to meet him at his home gym. Now, working out at Changbin’s house wasn’t anything new, but working out at 10pm was. You two normally worked out as the sun was rising and then would get breakfast together after. You two had worked out earlier that day and Bin never worked out twice in one day and neither did you.

Although your chest and arms were still sore from the mornings workout, you got dressed in your black compression shirt and athletic shorts anyways and began your 15 minute walk to his house. You drank your pre-workout on the way, knowing that you’d need it to get through a dual workout session. Changbin had also mentioned that he wanted to try out a new kind of work out that took two people but refused to tell you what it was other than a surprise.

Honestly, if you didn’t have the fastest crush on this man, you wouldn’t be doing this but you were pining for a presumably straight gym rat, what else could you do? You wanted to have his attention, all of it, and while trapped in an inescapable friend zone, working out with him was how you got the attention you craved.

Arriving at Changbin’s house, you rang the door bell and waiting for the slightly shorter man to open the door. You could already feel the jitters and itchiness from the pre-workout kicking in. Luckily you weren’t stuck waiting too long as the door opened, revealing someone who wasn’t Changbin. The man holding the door open could read the confusion on your face and let out a soft chuckle.

“Hey, you’re Y/N right? I’m Chan, it’s nice to meet you. We’re in the gym already so just follow me man.” he said and stepped to the side to give you the space to walk inside. You took off your shoes by the door and slipped on some slides before turning to the man next to you. “Bin said this was a two person workout, why’d he invite me if you’re here?” you asked with furrowed brows and a pout as you both headed downstairs to the gym.

“Oh! I’m not participating, just judging.” he said with a dimpled smile, eyes turning into crescents as if his answer was simple. It in fact wasn’t and left you with more questions. “Judging? are you a PT or something?” you asked, growing even more confused as you went. The ravenette barked out a laugh before responding. “God no, if anything Binnie had kinda become my PT.” again, his answer left you with more questions but before you could ask, he was opening the door to the gym.

When you walked in, you saw a wrestling ring in the center of the room and two other men you’d never met sitting at a table along the wall opposite of the door. “What the fuck?” you looked around, not realizing you’d actually said that out loud. “Did Binnie not explain what was taking place tonight?” the blonde man at the table asked.

“Fucking- obviously not, he also didn’t tell me there was an audience or that we’d be judged? also, when the fuck did he have time to set up a wrestling ring? I was literally here working out with him at 6am.” you couldn’t deny that you were a bit frustrated, evidence of that in your tone as you kind of snapped at the other man who you still didn’t even have a name of.

“Bin was right, you are a feisty one.” Chan said next to you before moving to the table and sitting in the open spot at the far left end. You raised your eyebrow in questioning, Bin talks about you AND he called you feisty? You were snapped out of your thoughts when Chan’s voice was ringing through the room again. “Well, as you now know I’m Chan. The blonde is Hyunjin, and the brunette is Jisung. We actually all live together here so Changbin asked us to be the judges for your wrestling match.” Chan finished with that same blinding, dimpled, smile as if this was the happiest moment of his life.

“For one, nice to meet you guys i guess? and two, it is 10:30 at night. How the actual hell do you have this much energy? It’s like you shit sunshine and rainbows.” you snapped again, still annoyed with everything and the fact that Changbin invited you and you’ve met 3 strangers and he’s nowhere to be found.

The other two boys, Hyunjin and Jisung started laughing loudly and clapping their hands, almost falling out of their seats. “What’s so funny?” you asked and they just laughed harder. You waited for their laughter to die down and them to catch their breath before the smallest of the three answered. “You’ve known Hyung for all of 5 minutes and you’re already roasting him, not caring that he’s older than you.” and the two broke out into laughter again.

Your eyes went wide and you clapped both hands over your mouth, the motion causing your backpack to fall from your shoulder to the crook of your elbow. You hadn’t even thought about possibly disrespecting the men, you were the same age as Changbin so you just assumed they’d all be younger. You bent into a 90° bow and began to sputter out long lines of apologies, refusing to look up from the ground.

“i’m not mad Y/N, I don't care about that. The two youngest guys in our group disrespect me hourly. Please stand back up, it’s embarrassing.” Chan spoke and you stood back up, not saying a word and keeping your eyes glued to the floor. When they noticed that you didn’t plan to look away from the floor anytime soon, one of them let out a sigh. “Binnie-Hyung! Your crush looks like he’s about to cry!”

His words had your head snapping back up, eyes wide and face red as you stared at the blonde. Crush? Did he just call you Changbin’s crush? “He- he’s not straight?” you asked in a small voice, shocked at the discovery. At that very moment, the man of the hour finally entered. He wore a black tank top and short, very tight, athletic shorts. You couldn’t help but ogle the man, like you normally did everytime you two worked out together.

“You thought i was straight? Either i’m really bad at flirting or you’re painfully oblivious Bunny.” Changbin chuckled as he entered the ring, separating the ropes and holding his hand out for you to enter as well. When you climbed into the ring and Changbin was in front of you, you immediately punched him in the shoulder, hard. “Ow! bunny!” he cried out dramatically and rubbed the spot where you punched him.

“I can’t stand you.” you groaned and rolled your eyes. You threw your backpack to the ground by the door and took off your shirt. At Changbin gym you always worked out without your shirt on, your top surgery scars invisible under your muscular pecs. You heard whistles coming from the three men at the table in response to your bare skin. “Can’t stand me? sit on my face then.” Changbin replied with a devilish smirk on his face and took his shirt off as well.

You felt your face go hot at his words, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You couldn’t help but stare at his exposed skin, tracing every muscle and ridge with your eyes. It’s unfair how hot Changbin is and you were getting stupidly turned on, more so than normal knowing that he was interested in you as well.

“So-“ your voice cracked and you had to clear your throat before speaking again. “wrestling?” your voice was failing you with the sheer amount of arousal you felt at the moment. You shouldn’t be getting so horny over wrestling with your gym bro but god- the thought of him manhandling you and pinning you down had you reeling. You had to shake yourself out of your sinful thoughts in order to actually focus.

“Yeah, we are gonna do 3 rounds at 10 minutes each and at the end of it, those three over there will judge who wins. The only rule is no knock outs.” he paused to rake his eyes over your body with a smug grin before continuing. “everything else is allowed, and i mean everything.” he growled and you had to fight your knees from buckling. Your thoughts immediately went back to being dirty, but surely Changbin didn’t mean it like that. You had no issue with an audience but maybe he did.

The two of you got in a grappling stance across from each other in opposite corners of the ring. “Ready? Set!” Hyunjin called out and then a bell rang, signaling the beginning of the first round. You two watched each other for any weak points for a moment before you spotted that Changbin was not protecting his right side. You dove in and ducked under the arm that came out to grab you, taking ahold of his thighs and spinning into his side hard and fast. You used your calf to hook around his shin and pulled inward till he was falling over and you landed on top of him.

He moved to flip the two of you over, hooking his arm under your left leg to knock you off balance and pulling your leg toward his shoulder. He was on his knees and leaned back on his heels to lift your leg enough. Your upper back was down on the mat as you pulled your other leg up and locked your ankles together behind his head, straightening your legs so that your thighs could get a vice grip on his head. He stumbled slightly on his knees and both hands grabbed your thighs.

You took the chance to twist your body, bringing his body down to the mat as you settled on your side. You were trying to flip him underneath you but he kept your body from turning further as he shifted the two of you around so that your body was almost directly on top of him with your back against his front. You weren’t letting up on your grip on his head as you fought against him.

His grip on your thighs was bruising as he tried to pry them apart, his face turning red as you kept trying to roll over so you could get off his body and the ground. While you struggled to twist, his head slipped higher between your thighs. He was now only a couple centimeters from your core but you didn’t notice this, and unfortunately for you, Changbin did. While he was grabbing at your legs, hands going higher up, his fingers rubbed against your core through your pants before pushing against the hardened bundle of nerves.

You let out a gargled moan that mixed into a yelp of surprise at the feeling and your legs loosened momentarily but at the same time the bell rang again, signaling the end of the first round. You released your ankles and stared at changbin as he sat up and breathed heavily. Your eyes were wide and your face was red, you didn’t realize just how horny you were till he touched you. It didn’t even seem like he’d noticed what he did as he panted heavily, looking up at the three men at the table you noticed that they were various shades of red and staring you down with dark eyes. They definitely knew what had just happened.

You were lost for words, trying to wrap your head around if that was accidental or if he’d done it on purpose. Fucking hell, Binnie is really hard to read right now. You truly couldn’t tell, till you spotted the tent forming in his shorts, you smirked when you spotted it and moved your foot from where it rested on his thigh to push into and drag across his crotch. He bit back his own moan and looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Two can play that game Bunny~” you cooed, throwing the pet name back at him. He was red in the face for a totally different reason and god, you wanted him to ruin you. “Drank some water you two! the next round starts soon!” Jisung called out and you sent a wink to Changbin as you got off the floor, making sure to give him a good view of your ass in your shorts as you walked to the table where the three men sat and grabbed a fresh water bottle.

You tilted you head back and took a few big gulps, exposing your neck and the way your adam’s apple bobbed in your throat. Sweat dripped down the soft skin and you could feel everyone’s eyes on you, with all this attention why not put on a little show? The only one you wanted to watch your every move was Changbin, when you stopped drinking and looked at him from the corner of your eye while twisting the cap back on the bottle, you saw that his attention was locked on you while he drank his own water and you couldn’t help but smirk when you felt the pride of capturing his attention begin to bubble in your chest.

Climbing back into the ring, Changbin passed by you and landed a sharp smack to your ass, the sound echoing around the room. It stung slightly but it was definitely a lot louder than it was harsh. Changbin was having a quick hushed conversation with the other three as you leaned against the ropes and watched. The three kept looking between Changbin and you while they spoke before they all nodded, agreeing to whatever was discussed.

Changbin was back in the ring now and you both got back into a grappling stance, waiting for the bell to ring again. Once the sound rang through the gym, you were looking for another weak spot but Changbin was completely solid. You couldn’t find a leverage point, but apparently Changbin had. He was quick when he moved in and you’d tried to dodge him but inevitably you failed.

He had you down on your stomach and was pinning your hips to the ground with his thighs on either side of them. He pulled your wrist to his hips with enough force that your back was arched and he leaned forward so that his face was right next to your ear. When he did that, you could feel his half hard cock pressing against your ass and you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper. “how about we turn the heat up a notch huh? Can you feel what all your pathetic moans and whimpers are doing to me bunny?” he growled in your ear and pushed his cock harder into you.

The weight of his cock was resting between your cheeks now as he subtly continued to roll his hips against you. “You have no clue how long i’ve wanted to be inside you.” Changbin groaned and looked up at his friends. “look at them, they wanna watch me ruin you. Can’t you see their cocks are already hard thinking about watching me wreck you. They can’t even keep their hands off their cocks.” your eyes opened at this and you were in fact staring at three men palming their hard-ons while watching you and changbin.

“F-fuck… please…” you whimpered quiet enough for just changbin to hear and he wasted no time in flipping you over onto your back. You were looking up at Changbin's dark, glassy eyes that were blurry with lust. You couldn’t look away even as he got off of you just long enough to rip his shorts off, exposing his thick and heavy cock hanging between his legs. He was so hard and you could feel your insides twist at the sight.

While he was distracted, you remembered that you were still in the middle of wrestling and used your legs to hook behind his left knee and pulled him to the ground. You were quick to pin him down under your body and sit on his abdomen, his cock standing at attention behind you. “Just because i wanna fuck you bunny, does not mean that i won’t also win in the process.” you growled and rubbed your ass back against his leaking cock.

Changbin let out a groan at the stimulation before twisting his own body to try to throw you off. Luckily you caught yourself but because of the way he was grabbing you and trying to buck you off, you had to turn around so now you sat on his chest and used your hands to pin down his shins. He wouldn’t be able to get any leverage like this and you had his pretty cock by your face now. You looked up to meet the eyes of the three men, maintaining eye contact as you let your jaw go slack.

In one swift movement you had Changbin cock buried in your throat. Your nose was flush against his balls and you hollowed out your cheeks, shaking your head from side to side so your nose could jostle his balls a bit. The movement made you gag and your throat tighten around his cock as saliva pooled in your mouth. “Holy fuck! god- ah!” changbin cried out and tried to buck his hips up but from the way you had him pinned, he was immobile.

You gargled around his cock that was still buried in your throat when Changbin was able to slip his hands under your thighs and flip you over. You were in shock for a moment at the sudden change and Changbin took that moment to strip away your pants once you're pinned under his body, his face close to your core. You take his cock back into your mouth and he lets out a hiss at the feeling. He gets your boxers off and lets out a deep, guttural groan.

“Fuck- didn’t know you were hiding this from me. Look at you, so fucking pretty.” he praises you and delivers a teasing kitten lick to your hardened clit. Your eyes roll back in your head and your body jolts underneath him. He continues to tease you with licks here and there causing you to let out a desperate whine around his cock before moving your head around to release him with a pop. You gasp for air for a moment, lungs burning from not being able to breathe around the cock that was just buried in your throat.

Changbin continues licking and sucking at your cocklet, slurping sounds mixing with his groans and your own whimpers filling the room. Your legs were shaking slightly and you had to force them to work. The three men were still watching you two, Jisung had his hand in his pants to stroke his cock. Hyunjin had since tucked the waistband of his sweats and boxers underneath his balls and was stroking himself languidly and twisting his wrist over the head of his cock. Chan still remained fully dressed and palmed himself, rolling his hips against his hand slightly.

You and Changbin were still in the middle of the match, he was distracted with sucking you off and lapping up your juices so even though your legs were feeling weak as they shook from pleasure, this was your best chance to get unpinned. You took a deep breath and used what strength you could muster in your legs and flipped the two of you again, sitting back on your haunches when Changbin was on his back. He was quick to get on his own knees, ready to continue the match.

“Fuck-“ Jisung groaned,

“Didn’t expect that.” Hyunjin mumbled,

“His pussy is so fucking pretty.” Chan growled.

That’s when it hit you that none of them had realized you were trans, especially with Changbin’s surprise earlier. When Changbin removed your shorts and boxers, his body was caging yours and he’d blocked them from seeing you since your head was towards them but Changbin’s was away from them where he’d buried himself between your thighs. Your face began to burn and you wanted to cover yourself, feeling insecure.

Changbin must have noticed because in the time it took you to blink, he was behind you. He pulled you back into his chest and used his legs to wrap over yours, his feet planted on the back side of your knees and pinning your legs open so you were spread open for the men. You let out a yelp at the quick movement and tried to cover yourself with your hands but Changbin was quicker than you. He pulled your arms behind your back and used his left arm to hook around your biceps and trap them between your bodies.

“Don’t hide it bunny. Your cock is so fucking pretty when it’s hard and soaked.” he growled in your ear and you couldn’t help the choked moan that ripped from your chest. He used his index and middle finger to pull your lips apart and expose your hardened clit and fluttering hole to the other three who were watching. “Look at them Bunny. Look at how hungry they are for this pretty pussy. This pretty pussy that belongs to me now.” Changbin’s voice was deep and heavy as he purred the words into your ear.

You lifted your head from where it was pointed towards the ground and opened your eyes to see that all three of them had their cocks out now, leaking precum with reddened tips. You whimpered at the sight and Changbin pushed two of his thick veiny digits inside your heat, attaching his lips to your throat to leave open mouthed kisses and love bites across the soft skin. You back arched and you began to pant heavily and whine as he fingered you open. He hooked his fingers upwards inside of you to tease that spongy bundle of nerves nestled deep inside your walls. Your moans came out heady and desperate as you tried to grind your hips down on his fingers.

You felt your arousal soaking your lips and dripping down the plush of your ass onto the mat, squelching sounds filling the room from the way Changbin fucked you open with his fingers. You kept trying to watch the other three that were getting off to watching the two of you but the way Changbin’s fingers moved inside of you made you dizzy and made it hard to keep your eyes open. “c-close… fuck Bin! I’m-“ you cried out, desperate to cum but instead of feeling the knot in your gut unravel, you felt empty.

Changbin had removed his fingers, ripping your climax away from you. “no no no!” you screamed out and felt like you might cry. You noticed that the men in front of you had all stopped their own movements on their cocks as they trembled in their seats. Their cocks were twitching and a couple of them had their eyes clamped shut while they were breathing heavy. Changbin didn’t just edge you but somehow he edged the others too, ripping away the orgasms of 4 people collectively. Fuck- that’s hot.

Changbin leaned back against one of the poles that held the ropes up, supporting himself as he unhooked his legs from yours. His hands moved to your hips, lifting you up to sit on his stomach while he aligned his cock with your entrance. You let out a whimper in anticipation before he was slamming you down, as hard as he could and burying himself deep inside of you. You screamed out his name when your ass collided with his hips, your hole fluttering and clenching around his cock.

“Fuck! so fucking tight bunny. Sucking in my cock so well, such a greedy fucking cunt.” he groaned out and made sure he was loud enough so that his friends knew how good you felt wrapped around him. He hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted his arms so that your legs were pinned up and against your chest, spread out and on full display for the men watching. His hands found their place behind your neck, craning your neck forward to watch his cock buried deep inside you. Was he really going to fuck you in a full nelson pin?

Yes. Yes he was.

He lifted you slightly off his cock and bent his knees just enough so that he could use his legs to thrust up into you. You watched the languid drag of his cock as he pulled out of your soft walls, just to slam into you as hard as he’d done when he buried himself inside you. Then he set a brutal pace, jack hamming into you hard enough that his balls slapped against your clit, the harsh treatment hurt but in the best of ways.

He had his hips angled to hit your sweet spot over and over again, sure to bruise your cervix with how hard he was pounding into you. Your toes were curling and you were screaming out in pleasure, wanton moans filling the air as your mind began to fill with Tv static. The only things falling from your lips were choked out fucks, ah ah ahs, and a gargled mess of Changbin’s name or at least as close to his name as you could get.

Changbin was grunting and praising you as he wrecked you. “s’good. sucking in my cock so well.” even the other three men were letting out groans and moans of their own while they watched. “Feel so good. You sound so pretty. my good boy, my pretty bunny. fuck!” His hips faltered slightly in his thrusts and stars were erupting behind your eyes as you felt the knot in your gut start to snap.

“Fuck! Fu- Bin Bin Bin! I- I’m! Bin!” you were wailing now, so so close. “Good boy, cum on this cock- show them how good you are for me.” Changbin growled out and that was the final push you needed. Suddenly you were screaming as you came around the cock inside you, clenching hard and squirting all over the mat.

“Holy fuck!” Chan groaned before he spilled into his hand.

“That’s so- ngggh” Jisung whimpered before he hit his own climax

“Shhhh-shit!” Hyunjin cried and his release began coating his hand and the area of skin on his abdomen that wasn’t covered with his shirt.

“Yeah- that’s my good boy. Gimme fill you up- pump you full of my cum.” Changbin groaned into your ear, his thrusts stuttering before stilling completely when he pushed his cock as deep inside of you as possible. His own moans swimming through the fog in your brain before he released the pin he had you in, all 5 of you left panting and feeling fuzzy from your insense orgasms.

You felt like you could pass out any moment as you slumped backwards against Changbin’s shoulder, body trembling in his hold as he held you tight in his arms. Then, before either of you knew it, he felt you turn into dead weight in his arms, letting out a laugh and gaining the attention of his friends.

“Sorry to interrupt your post-nut bliss but um- he’s passed out.” Changbin called out to the three. “What?” Jisung asked confused, his fuzzy brain misfiring and unable to comprehend what was just said. “You- you fucked him so hard he passed out? How the fuck-?” Hyunjin hissed out and stared at Changbin with wide eyes, scanning your form in his lap like he was trying to figure out if he was joking or not.

“My man.” Chan said with pride and tucked his softening cock back into his pants before standing up. “ARE YOU NOT CONFUSED TOO?” Hyunjin shouted and Jisung stared between Chan and Changbin with his mouth agape. “Why would I be surprised? It’s happened to me quite a lot.” Chan responded nonchalantly and strode over to help Changbin.

Bent over the sleek front console of Lando’s brand new McLaren Artura, you shiver at the rush of cold air that comes in through the open door behind you. Pants tugged down to your knees, you’re glad it’s nearly two in the morning. If someone caught the two of you like this…well, it wouldn’t be good.

It helps that the bar you two were previously in has closed, leaving the parking lot behind it practically desolate, you guys’ car being the only one around.

Lando’s fingers crook upwards and press against that spot inside of you, sending you reeling, clawing at the leather of the passenger seat as you moan loudly, squirming uncomfortably. Lando’s absolutely awful at being patient, especially when it comes to sex. You’ve fucked in every other one of his cars, it was only a matter of time before the two of you broke in his newest one.

“Lando!” You keen loudly, arching your back like a cat in heat, trying to press back onto Lando’s hand.

He chuckles softly, slowly pressing a third finger in beside the other two, making you gasp at the stretch. You ought to be used to it by now. The both of you are absolutely insatiable, unable to go very long without pawing at each other. But it still catches you by surprise, still burns in the slightly painful way that you love.

Low noises escape your lips as you press your forehead against the cool leather of the passenger seat, shifting your hips from side to side as you adjust, steadily growing irritated from Lando’s teasing.

He knows you all too well by now, sensing your annoyance without you even having to say anything. His free hand comes forward to squeeze the nape of your neck, the pressure making your muscles loosen up before his hand moves to card through your hair, tugging teasingly and drawing a pained whine from your throat.

“C’mon, baby,” He murmurs lowly, voice rough and syrupy with arousal. No matter how much he likes to pretend he’s not as affected as you, Lando’s words always give him away. “Be patient for me.”

“You’re the one who couldn’t wait until we got home.” You grumble in return, words petering off into a disappointed whine when Lando removes his fingers, only to perk back up when you hear his belt clink behind you.

Like you’ve been pavloved to the very sound.

“As if you’re not desperate for it,” Lando scoffs, large hands tugging your hips up slightly, moving down to massage over your ass.

You groan softly at the constant teasing, usually he's done being mean by now. Tonight's apparently different.

A sharp moan escapes your lips when Lando pulls your hips backwards, the head of his cock sinking into your hole quickly, the stretch burning despite the extended prepping earlier.

After that, Lando just—sits. Stays completely still, not pushing in or pulling out, playing a cruel game of just the tip.

“Lando!” You whine angrily, trying to press back but unable to with Lando’s iron clad grip on your hips.

“Easy,” One of Lando’s hands moves beneath you, grasping your cock and thumbing over the tip, continuing until he’s thoroughly worked you up and pulling away right when you’re on the edge. “Quiet down, don’t want anyone to come looking, hmm?”

It’s an empty threat, what with it being well past midnight and everything around being closed. No one’s going to be coming around for a while. But with how clouded your brain is you don’t quite realize that, instead biting down on your lower lip and ceasing your complaints obediently, pressing your forehead further into the cold leather seat to calm yourself down.

“Good boy.” And with that, Lando sinks in all the way.

The praise and pressure combined pulls a guttural groan out of your throat, one that you try to suppress but can’t, too pleasure ridden to consciously do much of anything. You can feel Lando absolutely everywhere, filling you up entirely and pressing down on top of you so closely. There’s nothing that exists in this moment except for you and him.

The car rocks with the force of his thrusts, your previously chilled skin quickly heating up despite the cold breeze still coming through the open door. It’s a scene you’re already so familiar with. Sometimes you wonder if you’ve had sex in Lando’s car more often than in his bed.

It’s not a thought you dwell on, unable to make much sense of anything as Lando’s lips press against the nape of your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving dark marks in his wake.

Letting out soft moans with each thrust, you can feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, even with Lando’s hand no longer touching your cock.

“Lan—Lando,” His palm clamps down over your mouth as you keen, successfully muffling your cries and pleading.

“Just can’t shut up, can you?” Lando murmurs dangerously in your ear, thrusts speeding up quickly, pounding into you deeper and deeper every single time. “Go on, then. Come all over my car like the dirty little thing you are.”

You come loudly with Lando’s permission, biting down on Lando’s palm to muffle your desperate moaning, whimpering at the guttural groan he bites out right next to your ear as he comes inside of you, fucking you all the way through it and holding you down, rendering you helpless as Lando sits there, his cock still filling you up as you squirm underneath him, face wet from tears and sticking to the leather seat.

Panting softly, Lando pulls out of you slowly and you let out a mournful noise, feeling oh so empty now that he’s gone, shivering from your position underneath Lando. He helpfully pulls your pants up for you, zipping and buttoning them before planting a firm smack against your backside. Not punishing, just because he can.

You whimper, jolting at the hit and groaning as your dick begins to chub up in your jeans uncomfortably. Lando no doubt notices, laughing as he pulls you up to guide you out of the car.

“Poor thing,” He coos in your ear, walking you around to the passenger’s side, opening the door for you and watching as you settle down. You watch with half-lidded eyes as he buckles your seatbelt for you, lips trailing across your jaw before he reaches your ear. “Just can’t help yourself, can you? Reckon you can wait ‘til we get home?”

His breath brushes against your ear and you shiver, nodding slightly at his question. Lando positively beams at your response, pressing a kiss to your cheek before closing the door and circling back around to get in the driver’s seat. The car rumbles to life underneath you and you whimper quietly, Lando’s hand landing on your upper thigh, dangerously close to where you so desperately want him to touch, not letting you forget for a second that he’s still leaking out of you. A claim he loves to stake.

You already know there’s no way you’re going to last until you make it home. No way you’ll last any more than half the drive home. But then again, that’s half the fun.

The side of Bucky’s mouth twitched at the sound of your voice, hearing the sound of your feet shuffling on the other side of your bedroom door.

Bucky had noticed you were strangely absent around the Avengers living quarters during the day, only having come out at night to get something to eat but even then you didn’t stay that long outside before retreating back into your room.

No one really said anything but Bucky felt something was wrong and thought it couldn’t hurt to check up on you.

When you opened the door, Bucky immediately noticed the bag under your eyes and how slightly disheveled you look.

You gave Bucky a confused frown. “Bucky? What’s up? Was there an Avengers meeting or something that I missed?”

“It’s nothing like that, doll. I was just checking up on you.” Bucky replied, making your eyebrows raise in surprise.

You fidgeted, crossing your arms as you leaned on the side of your door. “Oh.”

Bucky knew he was staring but he had never seen you so closed off before. You were always the one reaching out to him first even when the other Avengers were still awkward around him except for Steve and Sam.

If Bucky was being honest with himself, that was probably why he liked you so much. You usually emitted such a warmth that was currently missing and Bucky definitely felt its lack of presence.

You shrugged. “I’m fine, Bucky. I’m just a little tired.”

Bucky could tell you were lying but he didn’t want to push you for more so he changed the subject, hoping you’d agree to his request.

“I’m gonna head to the diner for a little bit, do you wanna go with me? They have the cheeseburgers and milkshakes I know that you love.” Bucky suggested, his eyes dropping to your lips as you chewed on them while in thought of possibly heading out for the night.

You then do the thing that Bucky adores where you tilt your head before asking a question. “You don’t mind if I’m just wearing my sweats right?”

“It’s not a problem, doll. I’ll wait here while you change.” Bucky told you, holding his tongue on making a comment about how you look good in anything.

You sighed. “Okay, I won’t be long.”

Bucky gave you a comforting smile as the door shut in his face, moving to lean on the wall. He took his phone out to fiddle with the directions to the diner before he heard the door open and you stepped out in a blue and black hoodie with black sweatpants.

Bucky smirked, nodding his head towards the direction of the elevator. “Shall we? We’ll be taking my bike.”

“It’d be nice to feel the wind tonight.” You replied, letting out a pleased hum before following Bucky out.

Bucky stole a glance at you, still worried but he felt a little relieved that you had agreed on heading out with him.

Bucky just hoped he’d be good company.

~~~~~

“You didn’t just ask me to follow you to the diner because you wanted food, did you?”

You asked Bucky, mid chew on one of your curly fries. It made Bucky huff out a laugh, pointing to your milkshake with the tail end of his regular fry.

“Dip your fry into your milkshake and ask less questions.” Bucky replied, making you roll your eyes at him before you did what he told you to do.

You chewed your fry before swallowing. “I’m okay, Bucky. I swear.”

“You haven’t touched your burger.” Bucky pointed out, seeing one of the things you love the most still whole even after fifteen minutes of being served.

You looked away then, your eyes avoiding Bucky’s as you gnawed on the bottom of your lip from being called out.

Bucky watched as you dropped your fry into your basket before letting out a sigh as your eyes finally met his waiting ones.

“I think you’re a bit too observant, Barnes.” You snarked at him, a small frown on your face that Bucky wanted to reach over and soothe.

Bucky shook his head. “Do you want to go somewhere else? I can ask the waitress to pack our food and I’ll bring you to a quieter place.”

You stared at Bucky for a second before your shoulders drooped, almost relieved at his words before you nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice. It’s kinda bright here and it’s giving me a headache.”

Bucky smiled at you before calling the waitress over to get the cheeseburgers and fries to go, the milkshakes were finished by the time the waitress came back with the food.

Bucky carried the bag of food over to his bike with you right behind him, your hands shoved in the pockets of your jacket.

“So where’s this place you’re bringing me to next?” You asked Bucky as you settled behind him on the bike, your voice slightly muffled by the helmet on your head.

Bucky huffed out a laugh. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll love it.”

~~~~~

“You brought me to a bench in the park with a view of some measly pond?”

The side of Bucky’s mouth twitched in amusement by the flat tone of your voice as he got comfortable on the bench before giving you a look.

You flexed your jaw and scoffed with an aggravated smile before sitting down next to him, accepting the paper bag with your own burger and fries in it.

Bucky smirked. “It’s night time, not a lot of bright lights and it’s quiet, so it’s less likely that you’d be overstimulated.”

You took deep breath, letting the air out slowly as your shoulders relaxed before nodding.

“Why here?” You asked Bucky as you took your burger out and unwrapped it, your eyes studying its contents as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Bucky looked away, giving you the illusion of privacy as he stared down at the pond reflecting the light from the moon. “I come here to think, especially after joining the Avengers. Sometimes it’s nice to be someplace quiet as opposed to being somewhere I don’t belong.”

“You know you belong, the others are just taking their sweet time getting to know you. God knows why.” You grumbled before taking a bite out of your burger.

Bucky felt a half of a smile tug on his lips, turning his head to you and seeing you chow down on your burger. “I knew you were hungry.”

“Shut up,” You retorted in an offended tone, your voice slightly garbled from food still occupying your mouth. “I just needed more time since I did have dinner before you asked me to join you at the diner.”

“I saw you eat a piece of celery and drank a diet root beer, doll. I’m sure your stomach was begging for some normal food.” Bucky replied in a joking manner, noticing that you immediately went silent as you swallowed your food.

You shrugged. “Yeah, well maybe I’m feeling like shit and couldn’t get my appetite up. You ever thought about that?”

Bucky shut his mouth, opting to stay silent. He watched as you sighed before finishing your burger.

“Fries aren’t the same without a milkshake.” You muttered, looking down into the bag before letting out another sigh as you put the bag next to you.

You turned your head and meet Bucky’s gaze, his eyes hadn’t left your face once even after your mini outburst.

You bit the bottom of your lip, a tinge of red appearing on your cheekbones. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. You didn’t deserve that.”

“That’s alright, doll. I think it’s good that you’re letting it out.” Bucky told you with a small smile.

You blinked a few times. “Bucky, how did you know I wasn’t feeling okay?”

Bucky opened his mouth, slightly shocked by your question. He didn’t think it was an appropriate time for him to reveal his feelings to you but at the same time he didn’t want to lie.

“I just pay attention to you, doll.” Bucky finally said, a little breathless at how it might’ve sounded to you.

Your eyes met his in a slightly intense and intimate way, as if you were trying to find another layer of truth behind his eyes.

You slowly nodded, making Bucky furrow his eyebrows in confusion as you stood up and stretched.

Bucky couldn’t help it when his eyes dropped to the exposed skin by your waist when your shirt had ridden up from your stretching.

You turned back around, facing Bucky with a slight amused expression on your face and Bucky wondered if you had caught him looking at you in a less than friendly way.

“We should go. It’s getting late.” You told Bucky as you picked up your bag of fries from the bench, Bucky nodded a little disappointed that the quiet night with you was already ending but he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

When Bucky stood up, he was startled when you looped your arms around his fleshed one and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Doll?” Bucky called to you, making you huff out a small laugh.

You snuggled closer to him. “It’s cold, I need your body heat.”

“Let’s go home then.” Bucky replied, a small smile on his face as the both of you walked back out of the park and to his bike.

On the ride back to the Avengers Tower, you had your arms wrapped around Bucky’s middle and Bucky was glad he had a helmet on since he was sure he was sporting a flushed out face.

Bucky didn’t want the night to end.

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“Goodnight, doll.”

Bucky told you after following you to the door of your bedroom in the Avengers Living Quarters, Bucky’s room was only three doors down from yours.

You immediately grabbed Bucky’s wrist, making him pause as he turned to you with concern.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“Actually, do you want to watch a movie on my laptop with me for the night? I can’t really sleep so if you don’t mind, I’d really like your company.” You bit the bottom of your lip, looking a little nervous as you waited for Bucky to answer.

Bucky gave you a soft smile as he nodded. “Of course, I’d love nothing more.”

Bucky noticed you were a little fidgety after he entered the room, it looked like something was on your mind.

“You okay?” Bucky asked you, making you flinch before you turned to him with a determined look.

You took a step towards Bucky. “Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Bucky exclaimed, seeing your eyes widened at his response before you took a step back.

You hugged your body close to your chest, a blush forming as you sputtered out a response. “Oh god. I’m so sorry, I thought you liked me from what you said at the park and oh fuck this is so embarrassing. I think I made a mist-“

Bucky immediately surged forward, capturing your lips with his in a hungry kiss. You had squeaked in surprise before your eyes fluttered close as you reciprocated Bucky’s kiss, whimpering into Bucky’s mouth that he greedily swallowed down.

When Bucky broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours as he let out a breathy laugh. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a year.”

“So you like me?” You asked Bucky, still a little wide eyed.

Bucky rolled his eyes, pecking you on the lips. “I thought I was being obvious and we just kissed.”

“Way to kick a man when he’s down.” You grumbled, accepting the kiss that Bucky gave you on the cheek.

Bucky smiled against your cheek. “You’re adorable but you can’t distract me from still being worried about you.”

“I know, I know. Can we just pretend for tonight that everything’s fine? I’m feeling better now so please cuddle with me in my bed while we watch a movie.” You requested with a pout that made Bucky shake his head at how you were able to sway him to do what you wanted so easily.

Bucky huffed but he nodded. “If that’s what you feel like it’s best for you right now, I’m more than happy to accommodate.”

“You’re really playing up that patient and understanding boyfriend role.” You chuckled as you took off your shoes and got into your bed, grabbing your laptop from the table on the side.

Bucky smiled, cocking an eyebrow at you as he took his own shoes off. “Boyfriend, huh?”

“Oh my god,” You responded with a small glare as you slipped your legs under your covers with the laptop resting on your lap. “Just get in here already.”

Bucky laughed before sliding right next to you, throwing his arm up so you could sidle up under it and rest your body against his as you booted up your laptop.

Bucky didn’t pay any mind to the movie once it started, his attention was only on you as the only light source from the screen of the laptop, shone on your face.

“Is there a reason why you’re staring at me instead of watching the movie?” You turned your head to meet Bucky’s eyes, Bucky saw the glint of amusement behind yours.

Bucky makes a non-committal noise. “Can’t a man look at his gorgeous boyfriend anymore?”

“You’re ridiculous.” You laughed, hiding your face in Bucky’s shoulder while Bucky kissed the top of your head in response.

Bucky smiled. “You don’t have to talk about it tonight, you don’t have to talk about it tomorrow. Just know that I’ll be here whenever you need me.”

“Thank you, Bucky.” You told Bucky after a moment of silence.

Bucky eventually realised that you had fallen asleep, your face resting against his chest while your arm was wrapped around his middle.

Bucky huffed out a quiet laugh before shutting the laptop close and placing on the table next to your bed without waking you up in the process.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to succumb to his own exhaustion, sleep taking over him.

For the first time in a long time, the both of you were able to sleep peacefully.

*****

Author’s note:

I’ve been struggling with my depression for a little bit, which sucks as it’s been one year since I’ve started my writing journey with this account

I guess it’s nice to write something for my depression with the character that I started my journey with

I know it’s a pretty short story but that’s all the energy I can channel into this fic

Not much else to say, I hope everyone’s doing okay with what they have in their day to day lives

you were tolerable amongst most of the guys on the crew. sanji will sometimes even allow you to help him in the kitchen because you won’t piss him off or annoy him and even better, you won’t try to eat everything in sight.

you were his crewmate that he doesn’t mind being around, but that’s normal. there’s nothing more to it than just good friends.

so why the hell does he feel weird seeing you like this.

you guys had stopped at an island to gather supplies. sanji, you, nami and usopp were heading out to go shopping for ingredients and other things. robin, chopper and franky were watching the ship while zoro, luffy and brook were off somewhere else.

all were taking in the environment when you heard a gasp. at first you thought it was sanji going crazy over women but it was someone else.

“my! have my eyes deceive me! you are the most gorgeous person I have ever seen! I fear I shouldn’t even be in your presence now!” a stranger appeared in front of nami and usopp, you and sanji were behind them; all looking at the stranger confused.

“uhm thank you…?” nami uttered, however the man moved past her, not paying any attention to her but to you.

“Elaias at your service amor~ do I have the pleasure of knowing your name lovely?” the stranger bowed in front of you but you along with the rest of your crew were still confused. you stared at him before turning to look behind you, was he talking to you? he couldn’t be, right?

“uhm, are you asking me?” you point to yourself. Elaias chuckled before grabbing your hand, “ha! handsome and has a sense of humor. but of course darling~”

“oh uh y/n… these are my friends.. sanji, nami and usopp.” you introduced the others trying to get them to help you understand what was going on but nami and usopp were exchanging looks, finally understanding what’s going on. sanji had an indifferent look on his face.

“ah y/n~ such a stunning name for a stunning man~” he smirked before planting a kiss on the back of your hand.

nami muttered to usopp, “he’s just like sanji..”

“yeah but the gay version.” usopp responded,

“i’m not like that..” yeah even sanji didn’t believe that.

he knows he’s like that with robin and nami but why does he feel weird when he sees someone flirting with you, especially a guy.

“I would love to show you around cariño~”

“oh well we were just going to grab some ingredients then-“

“ah I will show you the market! only the freshest ingredients for you handsome, onwards!” you were being dragged off, elaias not even looking at your friends but you send a pleading look

“have fun!” nami sent you a wink before giggling, sanji was going to follow you since you two were going to get ingredients together but nami stopped him. “come on sanji, he’ll be fine. y/n needs to loosen up, let him have some fun!”

“does y/n even… yknow..” sanji grumbled before following the two.

“yeah didn’t he tell you? he came out to the crew when he first joined.” you did? sanji would have known if you did.. does this mean.. no, sanji doesn’t care.

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there you two were again. that elaias guy invited the whole crew out for drinks and food. he was basically attached to your hip, singing you praise, heart shaped eyes.

it’s like sanji was looking at a mirror..

“now you know how y/n feels when you flirt with women.” sanji flinched from the velvet voice, “what are you talking about robin dear? why would I care what y/n thinks?”

when did robin appear next to him? surely he would have noticed when a lovely lady was near him.

“you seem to be burning holes through that elaias guy's skull.” robin stated as sanji looked away, lighting another cigarette up.

“I don’t give a damn about that guy or y/n. he can like whoever he wants as long as it’s not me.”

lies.

they both know deep down it’s lies but sanji is not ready to admit to something like that.

“really now? your actions speak otherwise.” robin raised her cup to her lips before saying, “you know, it’s alright to like the same gender. that doesn’t make you any less than who you are, you can like someone no matter what they are. y/n is comfortable being who he is.”

she took a sip before smiling at sanji then moving to go join nami and the others.

sanji was flustered as he took a big swig of booze to drown his thoughts.

what was robin talking about? did she think he was gay? of course not! this is sanji we’re talking about, the woman crazy man that swoons over every beautiful woman he sees. he even dreams about women every night! mostly.

so there was one time he had a weird dream about him and another man but that was a nightmare!

so what if he might have had a dream about y/n a couple of times and maybe they did certain things in those dreams— nightmares— that doesn’t mean anything.

it’s not like sanji gets captivated when he sees y/n training out on the deck or how soft he looks when he’s helping sanji with the dishes.

that pang sanji feels in his chest when he praises him for his meals while always giving sanji those goddamn heartfelt warm gentle smiles like sanji means the world to him.

oh no.

sanji needs more booze.

he needs to get rid of these thoughts and he needs to get rid of this stingy feeling in his chest every time he sees that man get closer and brush his shoulder against yours.

what are you laughing about? why are you letting this disgusting stranger— disgusting man— touch all over you?

“hey sanji, let them have their fun! come join us!” franky boosted

“yohoho! yes look at these lovely ladies! would you be so kind and show me your panties dea—“ brook stumbled as nami knocked him on the head

for once sanji didn’t bother the ladies that were near the crew, he headed straight towards you.

you chuckled at something elaias said, unaware of the death glare sanji sends as he storms over, “you’re pretty funny elaias. i’ve never had anyone be so… romantic towards me?” you stumble, trying to find the right words to say.

“you deserve the world amor~ you shine so bright anyone would be crazy to ignore it.” elaias smirked as he turned his head towards sanji who was now standing in front of them.

“hey sanji, want something to drink?” you offered

there was a fire in sanjis eyes as he never looked away from elaias. he said nothing but grabbed your wrist, peeling you away from that man who was stuck next to you.

“woah hey— sanji hold up, what’s going on?? i’ll be right back elaias?” you stammered, trying to get your arm back but sanji was determined.

the crew saw you guys leave as they exchanged looks, “better start getting out your money~” nami smirked.

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“what the hell sanji? you good?” you asked once he finally stopped walking. you were in the forest behind the bar, far away where no one could bother you but still in eyesight so you don’t get lost.

silence.

all you could hear was nature around you.

sanji swaying a bit from the booze, everything felt fuzzy and warm.

“y/n I—“ he tripped over a damn twig, tumbling over you; you caught him.

“okay man you’re wasted. let’s get you back to the sunny.” you put his arm around your neck and held onto his waist.

he was burning up, he needed this suit off.

he hated when you grabbed his waist. the first time you did was just to move him out the way, very effective and innocent but it made sanji feel..weird.

“n-no… I wanna be with you… here.. away from them, away from him. jeez it’s so hot..” he muttered against your neck, you smell good, you’re soft. is that weird to say? he wanted to take this suit off.

“dude you don’t know what you’re saying, come on let’s get you some water.” your grip tightened that sent sanji butterflies.

“I think I finally do know what i’m saying,” sanji suddenly started to sober up, wanting you to take him seriously— but of course he needed a bit of alcohol confidence for this.

“y/n. you drive me crazy. it makes me hate you,” he saw your face fall immediately, “you make me feel weird. every time I look at you i get this weird fuzzy feeling in my chest, when you give me those looks I can’t help but feel my face warm up. I never thought about these things before with a guy. it wasn’t something I was use to so it’s all really weird but when I saw you with that damn perv it just—“

“perv? sanji that’s how you act every time you see a lady.”

“I-I know and it was weird.. it made me want to beat up that guy every time he got near you which is weird right?”

you grabbed ahold of his face, it was dusted pink while his pupils were dilated.

“sanji, i’m going to kiss you and I want you to tell me no,” you got closer, giving him plenty of time to pull away but he froze

“i’m going to kiss you sanji…” he heard you and yet he didn’t want to move away, “then tell me if you still feel the same afterwards.”

you closed the distance. something snapped within sanji.

why does this feel so good?

he can’t pull away.

you pushed him against a nearby tree, deepening the kiss. sanji groans as his hands roam around your body, one sliding under your shirt; he didn’t want this to end.

“so, are you sure you like me?” you pulled away to get some air. sanji was on fire, he wanted more.

maybe this isn’t so bad? maybe he wouldn’t mind being with you. a man.

“y/n I want to be with you. if you’ll have me. let me be your boyfriend?” he had heart eyes, but not the ones he gets whenever he sees a beautiful woman, no this was something softer, pure and real.

“I would like that. you can be my boyfriend if i can be yours?” the two of you smiled, closing the distance once again.

“deal~” sanji was the one to kiss you first this time, one hand tangled in your hair while the other caressing your lower back and hip.

“how bout we head back to the sunny?” sanji suggested, “what about elaias and the crew?” you asked.

sanji furrowed his eyebrows, “you know how they get, the party is just getting started and forget that guy. its time to show him that you’re taken now.” he leaned down to leave kisses on your jaw and neck.

you chuckle, “who knew you would be possessive over little old me~”

“gotta teach that guy a lesson..”

as you two start heading to the sunny, your crew spotted you.

“what did I tell you? pay up!”

“I knew he had it in him!”

“finally don’t have to see that damn cook making a fool out of himself in front of y/n.”

“he’s going to become a bigger idiot now they’re together.”

“I’m just glad sanji figured himself out.”

the crew mates that did bet, paid up.

“well it looks like my job here is done! too bad, that y/n fellow was cute..” elaias piped in, “too bad, he’s taken now.”

“wait y/n is dating someone? who?” luffy asked as he stuffed his face more.

“you’ll see tomorrow.” usopp sighed as everyone went back to enjoying themselves while you and sanji spent time together.

sanji could get used to this feeling.