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But just as the tension coils toward a breaking point, he abruptly froze.  

Lohen completely halted his rhythm, holding his length deep within your pulsing warmth and leaving you torturously suspended right on the precipice of a climax. “No, why𑁋 why did you stop…” 

He let out a sharp, breathless laugh, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His own face remained deeply flushed, his jaw locking tight as he fought down his own burning urge to finish, stranded right at the brink of his own release. Tilting his head with a slightly irritated yet playful smirk, he looked down at you. “Oh, so you can talk,” Lohen panted out, a mocking edge to his voice. “You wouldn’t say a single word to me all day, but look at you now.”

“The second I stop, you start begging.” You shook your head, your core throbbing around him as the sudden, agonising denial left you entirely unraveled. “Please, Lohen… I was so close…” you whine, moving your hips upward against his frozen pelvis in a desperate search for friction.

Instead of granting your relief, he leaned forward, his grin widening at the sight of your desperation. “Consider this your punishment for being so quiet all day. I want to hear how loud you can get for me,” he teases, his voice dropping into a low murmur as your needy sighs filedl the space between you. His lips captured yours and you immediately melted into the heat of the kiss.

Right as his mouth seals your lips, he slammed deep inside you, a single thrust hitting your sweet spot perfectly. The sudden overwhelming sensation makes you gasp into his mouth.

When he pulls from the kiss, shifting his weight to sit up straight, your hands break free from his loosened grip to desperately wrap around his neck, clawing at his shoulders to lock him down in a tight embrace so he can’t move away. Driven entirely mad by the agonising friction, you lifted your hips to grind and roll your core against his buried length.

The unexpected movement forced a low groan from the back of Lohen’s throat, his entire frame shuddering as your slick heat squeezed him tightly. He lets out a dark, muffled chuckle. “Look at you, so needy for me.” His forehead now pressed against yours as he meets your needy gaze directly, his fingers digging deep into your hips to take control of your desperate pace. “Ignoring me the whole day and now you’re practically riding my cock just to make yourself come.”

He grinds his hips hard against yours to completely pin you beneath him, “keep doing that and I’ll make sure you’re begging me to let you come for the rest of the night.”

.𖥔 ݁ 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄

Watching you play your little silent game all day had merely amused him, your pathetic attempt at psychological defiance registering to his clinical mind as nothing more than a minor behavioral defect that required a thoroughly hands-on correction. Rather than breaking your silence through force, he decides to turn your own game into a strict, agonisingly sensual rule.

Pinning you face-down against the heavy mahogany desk in his lab, his left hand gathers both of your wrists behind your lower back to anchor you in place as he slides deep into your slick heat from behind. 

Every heavy, calculated push of his hips is an exercise in intense friction, right hand holding you perfectly still on your sides to deliberately stretch out the deep pleasure, making you tremble helplessly beneath his cold, unyielding weight. 

He watches the way your back arches, a low laugh vibrating against your skin as he leans down to press his masked face right beside your ear. “Since you found it so easy to keep your mouth shut today…” he pauses, his pelvis rolling in a slow, heavy circle to grind hard against your sensitive core, making your breath hitch.  “...let’s see you do it now, hm?” Dottore whispers teasingly against your ear.

His right hand moves from your hip to firmly cup over your mouth, and even with his palm sealing your lips, he can feel the rapid, heavy heat of your frantic panting as you whine shamelessly straight into his skin. “Mmmph𑁋! D-Dottore…” you whimper desperately, your body involuntarily twitching against his as he hits your sweet spot with a sharp, deep thrust that sends a violent wave of pleasure. 

“Dottore?” he interrupts, his voice dropping into a stern tone of absolute authority. “It’s Doctor to you when you’re misbehaving on my desk.” Dottore momentarily yanks his hand away from your lips just as he slams his hips entirely, driving into you as deeply as possible. The sudden shattering wave of pleasure breaks your control completely, forcing a loud, needy sob to echo through the empty lab as your body arches helplessly against his. “Ah! Please, Doctor𑁋 haah, it’s too much𑁋!” 

“Shh…” He instantly clamps his palm back over your lips, covering your loud, frantic gasps into muffled whimpers.

“Quiet now, my dear. My subordinates are just outside that door.” Dottore glances over at the heavy entryway, listening to the distant sound of muffled footsteps passing by in the corridor. Capitalizing on the danger, he releases your wrists from his left hand, letting your arms fall forward so your fingers can frantically claw at the smooth edge of the desk for leverage.

“You wouldn’t want them to hear exactly how pathetic and loud you get when your master decides to play along with your little games, would you?” His free hand that held your wrist now moved between your thighs, his fingers finding your swollen, drenched clit and delierately rubbing it in a fast, teasing rhythm while his hips continue to grind at an accelerating pace from behind.

Your eyes widen at the sudden, intense overstimulation that hit you, your hips rolling against his touch, trying to swallow the frantic sounds building in your chest. 

Dottore leans closer, his lips awfully close to the skin of your neck. “Let’s see just how much it takes to break that stubborn little silence of yours completely, my little dove.”

.𖥔 ݁ 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀

Your stubborn determination to maintain silence all day had only served to provide him with a clear target. To Childe, your silence was an open invitation, a dare from an opponent who mistakenly believed they could outlast his patience. If you refuse to grant him words, he was entirely confident in his ability to extract a reaction physically, transforming the bedroom into a high-stakes arena where he held every distinct advantage.

Dragging your trembling form toward the edge of the mattress, he settled himself between your thighs and effortlessly hooked your knees over his shoulders, exposing your flushed skin completely to his gaze. “Look at how pretty you are for me, darling,” he murmured, a low breathy chuckle vibrating his throat, “so soaked and you haven’t even let me touch you yet. Were you thinking about this while you were ignoring me all day?”

Before you could twist away, Childe leaned down to anchor your hips firmly beneath his hands. His mouth pressed directly against your drenched core, his tongue flickering over your swollen clit with a rapid precision, while he simultaneously buried two long fingers deep within your slick warmth.

The dual assault of his ruthless lapping and the deep, rhythmic stretch of his fingers induced a state of overwhelming overstimulation. Your hands flew downward to tangle desperately in his messy ginger hair, your fingers tugging as if to pull him away, yet the gesture only pinned him closer. Your hips rolled helplessly against his face, entirely unable to resist the piercing friction.

Pausing for a brief fraction of a second, he looked up to observe your dazed expression, a smug grin gracing his wet lips as your high-pitched moans finally fractured the quiet room. “Come on, darling,” Childe sighed, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin before his tongue resumed its merciless rhythm against your sweet spot. “You were so resilient all morning. Let’s see how long that stubborn composure lasts now.”

The intense stimulation of his mouth coupled with the deliberate curling of his fingers completely broke your remaining restraint. A violent, twitching climax seized your body, forcing your spine to arch off the sheets. Yet, before you could recover or catch your breath, without removing his lips, Childe drove his fingers deeper, stretching your post-orgasmic walls and accelerating his movements without a single hint of leniency.

A loud wail tore from your throat as his tongue lashed your hypersensitive flesh while his knuckles bottomed out inside you. “Ajax, wait𑁋 Ah! It’s t-too much𑁋!” you sobbed, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders and your fingers gripped on to the sheets of the bed, your entire being shuddered around his hand.

He let out a sharp breathless laugh against your inner thigh. Tilting his head just enough to meet your lewd gaze, his blue eyes sparked with a thrilling triumphant heat. “There’s that pretty voice,” Childe teased, his tone dropping into a low raspy growl. “Look at you, so desperate. You kept avoiding me all day, but the second you’re touched, you’re crying my name just like that?”

He refused to grant you a reprieve, instead his grip shifted to the back of your knees, tilting your pelvis upward to expose your aching core even further. “Ahh! Oh my god, Ajax!” His tongue swept deeply into your opening before driving upward to punish your clit, while his fingers maintained a frantic, unhinged sprint inside your pulsing warmth.

“Say it again,” he growled against your skin, watching your body writhe beneath his touch, dragging desperate cries from your lips with every stroke. “Keep calling me that, sweetheart. Let me hear how noisy you get when you’re being ruined like this.”

You've been incredibly worried about your roommate as of late.

You knew that it was completely unreasonable to worry about a capable adult, especially someone like Hat Guy who's known to be as tough as a rock, mentally and physically. No one gets through his barriers with ease- a known fact about him. Yet, as his roommate, who has been living with him for the past few months, you find it in your rights to fuss and worry about him as much as you wished, so you cared not about anything you were "supposed" to do.

The details were, small, in a sense. Subtle, negligible, stuff that you shouldn't notice as a sane person doing sane people things and not observing people like a hawk. Just, as a student of Amurta, you found it that you liked observing anyone's anatomy, regardless of their shape, size or form, and Hat Guy was no exception. It wasn't as if he wasn't pretty to look at, in fact, his face itself brought many a people to fawn over him, but that wasn't really the point.

Point was, after observing your dear roommate for so long, you found so many... Uncanny detailing on his character. As if he was posing within humanity as a skilled imposter. You didn't exactly want him to know that you knew about whatever was going on, mainly because you didn't at all. You considered yourself amateur in these regards, especially since Hat Guy was such an enigma. More importantly, he was like a cat, and you didn't want to be caught dangling your string for too long.

So here was your plan.

Alongside the usual papers and quills you bought for the Akademiya, that day, you decided to be a bit irresponsible with your money and buy a pricey notebook, imported from Fontaine. Not your greatest purchase, you knew, but you figured that it had a purpose, far greater than that it seemed...

"(Name), would you stop staring at me and finish your meal?"

You blinked. Right, you forgot that you were having dinner with him and were lost in your thoughts. He looked particularly annoyed, poking at his food with chopsticks (which you had no idea where he got), and his palm dragged over his forehead, covering his face and cheeks. And his cheeks, in question were a bright teal like the color of the Leylines. What the fuck.

"Sorry, just zoned out for a second."

"Tch."

Right, your little notebook that you bought would be dedicated to that pretty little roommate of yours, until you can muster the courage to confront him about his "non humanoid features". Either that, or he was actually ill and you were just an ass. Either way, you would collect features from him like a nasty detective, and hope he was none the wiser until whenever you yourself were ready.

Until then, you could start with your first entry you supposed.

...

Entry 1/0?

He doesn't like to eat all that much. Which, could just be me being paranoid, but considering that I've heard that he's a good fighter and that he doesn't eat that much food is really concerning. I'll ask him out for meals more often until I get more evidence.

Hat Guy stared at you for a moment, and then sighed with absolute exasperation, and you could only laugh awkwardly, averting your eyes from him.

"You want me to escort you to a friend's house?"

"Err, yes? Listen, I have a really important project I need to discuss with them-"

"It's practically midnight, what would be more important than that of your sleep?"

"... My grades?"

Hat Guy pinched the bridge of his nose, as if trying his absolute best to police his expression to one of neutrality. You couldn't exactly blame him either, if a crazy roommate of yours were to ask you to escort them to somewhere decently far away in the middle of the night of all places, you'd crash out harder than your roommate. He had the patience of a saint with you, and you weren't sure if that were to be considered as a good thing or bad thing.

"I mean- you have a vision, you seem strong, and I'm scared to go out at night, alone?" Attempting your best to reason with him, but your negotiation skills weren't exactly as subpar as you'd hoped.

"You're just listing off things you know about me." He sighed, and you huffed.

"Good characteristics! You're blessed by a god with strength and a vision, I think I have the right to list those things."

"Whatever you say (Name)." He rolled his eyes, and irritation flared up your spine. Couldn't even accept your meager request now could he? How annoying.

"Look, if you're not willing to escort me, I'll just ask another friend of mine-"

"No I'll go."

You raised an brow immediately. That's all it took? Really? All your attempts at swaying him to come accompany you were come undone as soon as you mentioned another person. How prideful, you muttered, before grabbing your shoes and tying them, Hat Guy right behind you. His gaze pierced your back, and you found yourself squirming in the slightest. Seriously, his gaze was so intense. It's like he didn't blink at all.

"Shall we go then?"

"Must you be so impatient?" You sighed, tying your last lace before promptly standing up, your bag on shoulder and hands in your pockets.

The walk was eerily quiet, especially for a bustling city like Sumeru. However, you digress, there was no reason for a place to be active and all all day every day for no reason at all. Sumeru wasn't that kind of place, and the closest you could think to that kind of Elysium was Mondstadt, you would think, with its overt motifs of freedom and wine.

Hat Guy was usually a fast walker, however, he was kind enough to slow down to your pace, which was odd. Most times he would sneer at anyone who asked him to stop so that they could catch up, but he was awfully lenient with you, which was... Interesting. You're not sure if you're supposed to write that down in your journal or not. In the midst of all that walking however, the inherent awkwardness of the quiet was enough to string your nerves on a merry loop until all you could do was avert your eyes to and away from him every now and then.

You really needed a conversation topic. Otherwise, you're pretty sure that you'd spontaneously combust.

"Soo Hat Gu-"

"Don't call me that."

You stared, pertrubed. What does he even mean by that?! Registering in the Sumeru Akademiya by the name Hat Guy, not bothering to correct anyone either, and he wants to go around with a prissy attitude over you calling him Hat Guy. His mood swings were far too unpredictable for you to catch up over him, and you were honestly going to wring his neck (figuratively) if he were to speak in another riddle.

"And why is that?" You grumbled, now that you were the one forcing to keep your facial contortions to a minimum.

"I prefer you call me Wanderer."

... Okay, not what you expected.

"And wh-"

"It sounds strange when you say it. We're not exactly strangers now are we? No reason to keep calling me that ridiculous nickname."

"Ohoh but the Traveler calls you Hat Guy just fine," you stared directly into his eyes, and he, like an asshole, decided to roll them 360 right in front of you, as if you were an inconvenience. What an asshole!

"Consider this an honour then," he smiled, no, smirked for a bit, before lightly shoving you so that he could use his hat to cover his face like he always does. You huffed, how rude was that? Though, you were never one to listen to him that easily, as despite the large hat preventing you from overcoming the gap, your hand, deft and curious, grabbed a hold of his wrist, and you could only grin to his look of annoyance.

"What?"

"Mmm, it's the middle of the night and I'm so scared!" You batted your lashes, exaggerating your expression to one that was embarrassing worthy. "You're seriously gonna push off a scared, unassuming person like me?" Your voice etched to a whine, an annoying one, and you grinned in absolute pleasure when Wanderer looked at you with disgust.

"Whatever," he huffed, yet didn't pull away from your touch. The fingers on your hand wrapped around the juncture of his wrist, and-

You almost fumbled with your voice again. His wrist was a doll joint? Not the thing you expected to find, but then again it could have been a prosthetic. But also, he seemed to be able to move about his limb with not so much as a struggle one would usually see with a prosthetic. Granted, he could've had it for a long time but...

"We're here."

You blinked, staring up at the building in front of you before stepping away from him. You swore you felt him stiffen, but couldn't exactly tell what made him do so. Finally, turning around to face him, you felt his blank gaze on you, staring with an unreadable poker face that had you reeling.

"Don't wait for me, I'll probably stay the night."

"I'll make breakfast when you come back."

"Aww so you do care about me!"

"Tch," and he began walk off into the distance, holding the brim of his hat closer to his face.

Entry 2

His joints are similar to those Inazuman puppets that I saw once. Possible prosthetic? But there would've been a clear marking on where it was. Certainly though, it does match with the doll like face he puts upon sometimes, when he gets scarily blank...

Wanderer's grip on your waist tightened, and you could only stick your tongue out at him, holding your notes with the pads of your fingers brushing against the pages.

"Tell me why I agreed on helping you document the wildlife..."

"Because you love me," you hummed, almost breaking out in a panic when he nearly dropped you. This man!

Eventually, the two of you reached an acceptable altitude and ended up on the thick branches of a giant tree. The spores and mushrooms growing on the wood looked fascinating, and who were you to refuse sketching them a little? Wanderer, irritable as he was, only sighed and leaned against the trunk.

"Couldn't have asked anyone else..." He scoffed, though with your PHD in Hat Guy- language, you could tell that there was no real bite to his words.

"Oh nooo, I actually couldn't. Who else could carry me around place to place while flying?" You quipped back, sarcasm evident in your tone. He raised a brow, but you were already back to sketching the mushrooms to pay attention to him any longer. Seriously, with how convenient it was you might just make him carry you around all the time, with adequate compensation with your mora of course. Or you could just haggle him for his services.

"What assignment is your documentation even based on anyway?"

Now that piqued your interest. Hat Guy- sorry, Wanderer, asking about your studies? Well, who were you to deny him the pleasure that was to be on the receiving end of your ramblings.

"We're supposed to just use the mushrooms and find out their genetic composition and how and where they can be used alchemically, but I'm jotting down the appearances too since that might be a correlation to how useful they will be in creating potions. In any case-"

You talked on and on, zoning out sometimes and cursing under your breath when your pencil was a bit out of place. Wanderer had the decency to nod along methodically when you mentioned the important points. He looked bored, if you had to be completely honest with yourself, but every once in a while you caught a small grin on his face. Ugh, he was definitely going to use your rambling against you someday with that cheeky look on his face, but hey, at least someone was listening to you.

You shifted your posture, making sure to keep your appropriate distance from the fungi as you adjusted your sketchbook in your hands. Frankly enough, your drawings were already done, and you were just about to put your stuff back into your bag-

Before you turned around and realized that it was gone, and was actively falling off the branch.

Shit! That had contained some expensive vials! And syringes! And randomized equipment that the blood rushing to your ears wasn't helping you make out.

A long, irritated (though definitely not as strong) sigh dragged on before Wanderer grabbed his hat and activated his vision.

"Stay here," he grumbled, before flying off to your stuff that you'd die a million times for.

Oh what a glorious sight it was, seeing him fly so gracefully with his vision. You mourned not having any, but what you were mourning more was the fact that you weren't the one flying over. You'd be the one to know how delicate it was and how to decidedly handle it, and while you definitely trusted Wanderer with your life, you didn't exactly look forward to seeing broken glass amongst your other belongings. At least he was kind enough to pick up your bag, in the Akademiya budgeting is more important than ever (an irony, if you had to take a look at your irresponsible purchases, but then again who were you to deny the notebook?).

Your gaze remained locked onto him in spite of the anxiety pooling in your gut, and you practically winced out loud (spoiler, you did yelp in absolute panic) when a branch snagged against his forearm and punctured it.

You prayed to every god you knew that you still carried a first aid kit.

Strangely enough, your eyes must've been playing tricks on you because you did not see any of the usual crimson that one would usually get from an injury of this level. Then again, you did think about him having a prosthetic...

In less than a minute, he came back up to you, holding your bag incredulously and applying pressure on his wound.

"Holy shit- let me see that, I probably have a bandage or two somewhere..." You all but grabbed your bag, careful to not fall down the tree yourself, and were about to drag his arm too before he quickly pulled away with a shocking stiffness.

"No, just-" he sucked in a breath, and you had to keep the exclaim of surprise to yourself when you saw his injury covered by his palm and digits.

There was not red flowing down his limb, but a teal blue liquid similar to that of the branches of the Leylines, certainly matching his weird coloring on his cheeks earlier.

Why the fuck was his arm embedded with Irminsul??

"Just hand me something, I can handle it myself."

Right, right. You fumbled with the zipper and carelessly tossed him a linen bandage roll. You'd have to deal with the shocking revelations later. For now, you just checked your supplies.

Syringes? No issues.

Vials? Surprisingly nothing broken.

Your ink bottles? You grimaced when some of it had leaked into your bag, but the stain wasn't visible from the outside so that was good enough for you.

By the time you glanced back at Wanderer, he was already holding his hand back out for you, arm covered in a bandage and clearly waiting for you to hop on so you could fly away. You shoved in your other supplies, quickly taking a sample of the mushroom before taking the liberty to climb into his back. In no way were you allowing him to carry you in his arms while he was injured. He only sighed before securing you and flying away.

Well, at least a new diary entry for you.

Entry 3

Okay, so it's either my prosthetic theory or he's just a freak who has Irminsul blood for some reason. And in any case, why would he even have the Leylines as a source of energy for his prosthetic?? He's either rich or he's a freak of nature. Maybe he's both and I'm just the dumb one

The distinct hum and thrum of the Sumeru bazaar rolled off of your ears as you glared at the two pieces of fabric in your hands, both glinting beautifully in the sunlight with their golden embroidery and stitches. The hot weather was making you ansty, and the very annoyed Wanderer right beside you was even more so.

"Just choose an outfit, it literally cannot be that hard."

"Just say you're an uncultured buffoon if you say "it literally cannot be that hard". It is that difficult!"

He grumbled under his breath, and you would keep glaring if it weren't for the fact that even the stall owner was far more irritated than usual and wanted you gone just as you wanted yourself gone.

Your friend's wedding was coming up though, and you were not going to disappoint with a lackluster choice.

"I can't wear red, that's for the bride. Fatima said she was wearing green, and then Aditiya said she was wearing pink..."

"Why do you even bother with what others are wearing?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, and you sighed with such disturbance that at least his whining stopped. You aren't sure if you can handle anything more.

"For the good pictures duh." You huffed, staring down at the kameez. Too many colors for you. Too many to decide.

"Just pick teal," he muttered back, and you raised a brow.

"What? I am your plus one, after all. I have enough teal in my closet for us to be matching."

That's...

Huh.

"Looks like you're right for something after all Wanderer," you picked up a teal one, and you swore that the stall owner hadn't been happier when your decision making was finally coming to a close.

"I'm always right."

"Whatever you say my dear," you rolled your eyes when prompted, and grabbed the bag as soon as you could before dragging him along with you just for shade. The sun was boiling you alive and you would be a mess of human soup on the pavement if you didn't cool off like right now. Wanderer luckily didn't complain either. He was either sick of the sun like you were, or the "obnoxious amount of people" as he would call it.

Finally, finding a wooden seat underneath a canopy of leaves, you dragged him to sit down, murmuring about the pain in your ankle. He offered to massage it (which was weirdly nice of him), but you declined. You were just going to. Sit. And not think for a while. Your forehead was hot and you were sweaty and-

You glanced up at him, sitting right beside you and fiddling with the handles of the bags. He seemed relaxed, despite the sun glaring down at all of you, and your jaw nearly dropped when you realized that not a single speck of his clothes were dotted with sweat, or anything of the liquidy sort. Worst of all, when you stared at his eyes, indigo and pretty and light as they were, his pupils didn't even dilate or change. Human pupils were supposed to be smaller to not absorb as much light when they were already in an area with ample illumination, and his pupils were the same as they were when the two of you had been in the house, making sure to block any outside view with curtains.

Theory number two, freak if nature or another prosthetic eyeball that was far too advanced for that of Teyvat.

Unfortunately for you, he seemed to have noticed your staring, and quirked a subsequent brow.

"What?"

"I uhm," shit, you were not going to talk about his definitely non human qualities out in the open. "I'm thirsty."

There! Not even a lie at least, your throat was parched, and judging by the raspy tone of your voice he likely believed you too. He sighed before standing up, placing the bags in your lap.

"I'll go get you a drink, wait here."

And that was that. He was gone, off to another sweltering part of the bazaar. You were left to your thoughts, mumbling to yourself. And you realized that you would have another diary entry to write in.

Entry 4

Somehow doesn't sweat?? I'd kill for that actually, not being able to smell like shit sounds amazing. And his pupils don't dilate in the light, meaning they don't dilate in the dark, meaning that I have no idea how to continue on with this. Whoever crafted him must've been good though, if I weren't actively looking for him I probably wouldn't have noticed, like at all. Maybe being a creep does help sometimes.

By now you've gotten uncannily good at noticing every non human aspect of him.

Like when the two of your were cooking together his fingers didn't leave prints on the dough, or how the more you realize it the more it seems like he never blinks, or how whenever you touched his hair very faint bits of purple dye stained your palm, which if you hadn't been looking for you wouldn't notice. You felt stupid for not noticing for this long.

Also how his hair never grows, nor does his nails. His skin is relatively similar to human one, but if you paid enough attention it was slightly wood like and felt more like rubber than actual, human skin made with collagen and your typical cells.

You weren't sure if that was you being a creep, or him being obvious.

Your entries have increased substantially, and so the worn pages and leather covering became more apparent with your fingerprints. You've grown to be sneakier when it comes to hiding your journal away from your roommate, especially after his scrutinizing and oddly curious gaze on your notes. It was only a matter of time until he found out what was in all of that. You'd know, you'd obviously know. For someone who's trying to appear closed off and standoffish, he's relatively horrible at remaining to do so against his dear roommate. You could feel the burn of his stare whenever you hid your notebook from him.

So, you'd very much like to do the whole confrontation about him not being a human at your own languid pace without the said object of confrontation ruining your plans.

Of course, that's when things went to absolute shit.

...

"And what might this be?"

There was Wanderer, holding your notebook, bare and open right in front of you, and even you knew by then that any attempt to keep yourself to neutrality was fairly futile. Your shoulders slumped, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught onto so easily.

"You know what..."

"I do," he hummed, flipping through another page, causing you to squirm in your place firmly planted by your feet. "Just want to hear what you'd say about it."

"Are you mad?"

"Hey, I'm the one asking questions right now. You'd do good in learning something called "taking turns in a conversation"," he scoffed, sarcasm dripping down his tone. Surprisingly enough, he didn't sound particularly hostile, just curious.

"I mean-" you began, losing all of your words in a span of two seconds no less. "This is- uhm.."

"Go on now," he kept flipping through the pages and you squirmed harder. It was three in the morning, he shook you awake when you had neither coffee nor tea in your system like you usually did, but as soon as he spoke of the notebook you shot up so fast that you gave yourself a headache. Now, your apparent sleep deprivation was speaking to you, and hallucinations were probably dotting across your vision. You still kept rubbing your eyes at the itchy feeling of an eyelash in your cornea, and you vaguely felt as if confrontations weren't meant to be done as early as the ass crack of dawn.

"I was uh-" come on (Name), you could do it, probably, "worried about you?" You settled on instead. The way his gaze immediately locked onto you in absolute confusion would've been funny if it weren't for the fact that you were still trying to convince yourself that he was a really convincing hallucination in front of you.

"Look, you don't eat much, blink much, heck even breathe much. When you blush, your skin is fucking blue-" he sucked in a breath at that, a long, long breath. "-and you're generally just a weirdo. You can't blame me for being worried!"

"And you couldn't have just asked?"

Right, now your stalkerish tendencies were being put into trial, how great. "Would you have answered?"

"Fair enough."

"And besides- you don't even look like you mind me being creepy! Don't tell me you're into it just because it includes me looking out for you like a normal, concerned human being."

The silence was absolutely palpable, and you wanted nothing more than to just slap yourself and curl into the corner of the room, morphing with the wall and talking to your dear friend hallucinations.

"Don't tell me-"

"Just continue on!" His face was that distinct, desaturated teal/blue again, which, in your PHD for the body language of Wanderer (now updated), meant that he was blushing. Oh you were so going to bring this up to him later. But that also meant fighting through the three am sleepiness and attempting to maintain a semblance of a civil conversation instead of you gaping around for words.

"So, as a concerned roommate would do, I began investigating-"

"Stalking, you mean."

"Is it really stalking if it's just stuff I noticed when we were out together?"

He huffed. "Continue."

"And that's lead to this whole fiasco or whatever. The whole "I'm not human" thing was, no wait, is? Quite obvious already, so all I'm asking is what the actual fuck you actually are, my guesses are doll, puppet or some weird freaky Mecha from Fontaine. Or Khanriah, that works too."

"Take a guess."

"Ooo never thought that dear old Wanderer would be fun enough to indulge in a guessing game." Right, sleep deprivation was definitely affecting you by a mile. "I'm guessing puppet."

"You would guess correct."

"Huh, guess I'm a genius even at half-lucid state."

He rolled his eyes. At least, you think he did. "Don't flatter yourself that much now (Name)."

"Now for my question, since you practically ignored it in favor of yours," you attempted to make a sound similar to a scoff but your vocal cords failed you enough for even you to not know what you were on about. "Are you mad for what you'd call "stalking"?"

He hummed for a bit, finally placing the notebook down. You took the moment to really look at him, his unusually messed up hair, pursed lips, desaturated and yet colored cheeks. It was an odd state for someone as cool headed as Wanderer, but maybe it wasn't so bad to look at; at least he seemed more human in a way, even if he wasn't."

"Surprisingly enough, no."

Alarm bells rang in your head, "what do you mean no?"

"Imagine if I was the one taking notes on you about every single aspect that made you different than others, how would you feel?"

"I- huh... I guess confused? Flattered? I mean if they care enough to pay attention to me that's actually quite invigorating but I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be creeped out or not since it technically counts as being creepy..."

"Pay attention to your own words now."

And- oh.

"Question is, are you confused or are you flattered?" You teased. At least, you think you did.

Now, it seems like he stopped to think, really think about your words. Because really, he should have known himself, and the fact that he didn't was extremely concerning to know of.

But with the amount of time it was taking it was getting ridiculous.

"How about this-" you kept your voice tight, carefully neutral, to make sure you were not giving out your true intentions. "We go out on an outing," already you could feel his skeptical gaze on you, "and you'd tell me all about whether or not I need to back the fuck off or just do what I usually do in these situations and not change myself whatsoever. Clarification is extremely important you know."

A beat.

Then, a long, drawn out exhale pierced your ears, shaky as it was and all. His eyes finally met yours, and you swore, that even with his unmoving pupils he was intending to pierce into your soul.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

Well, busted.

"Think of all the bragging rights I could get if rumor spread that I went out on a date with the Hat Guy," you snickered, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Just for the bragging rights?"

"Hmm, now that I think about it I'm not sure if being hit by books by your hoards of fangirls would be worth the date..."

His dumbfounded expression was always a sight for sore eyes, if only to laugh your ass off for. Wiping a tear from the eyelids, you crossed your arms across your chest, waiting indefinitely for his answer, which he likely forgot about in favor of staring at you like you belonged at an insane asylum.

"So is that a yes or no?"

He stayed awfully quiet, lost in thought for a moment. The facade he wore like a wall practically crumbled, and now you could truly admire the sight of blaring moonlight illuminating his cheeks, brow and hair. He'd make for an awfully pretty portrait, you'd have to find a chance to sketch him sometime.

And, your knowledge on Hat Guy-pedia remained stronger than ever, because you always knew what silence meant in his language.

"Meet me is Puspa cafe tomorrow evening, wear something nice if you want," you languidly stretched, yawning in the meanwhile, and your roommate only regained his sarcasm and scoffed, turning you away and telling you to catch up on sleep.

This was the strangest confrontation in your life, not necessarily a bad one however. At least you got a date out of it.

....

「TOYA 'DABI' TODOROKI」 ⤷ the league had hit an all time low: money was scare, meals were far and few between, the roof over their heads was slowly crumbling away. morale had dropped, shigaraki's absence was becoming more and more noticeable.

toga's persistent whining was starting to wear dabi down, each word acting like sandpaper against his delicate skin. dabi hadn't had a single ounce of peace and quiet for the past week each day was filled with orders, commands, requests, and any other variation of the word task.

he was a dog, doing things he didn't want to purely to ensure the smooth exposure of his dad - endeavor. each day went by extremely slow like nails dragging down a chalkboard, pulling each little nerve inside of dabi's already burnt down body, ensuring that he suffered - like he hadn't already suffered enough.

darkness swarms over the warehouse, filling each corner until it's almost impossible to see. hiding each and every secret that dabi kept from the outside world: his family, his hobbies, you.

his precious girlfriend, locked away behind a fake door, living in the shadows because her boyfriend couldn't contain his emotions, or the fact that her boyfriend was one of the most sought after villains in japan.

your life was spent in the shadows, the darkness that you had always been scared of as a kid was now something you found solitude in; the darkness was the only thing you had to keep you company now that you were with dabi.

the door handle to your hidden room rattles, your eyes widening, feet stilling on the ground. the pot of instant ramen in your hands almost tumbles to the ground before you gain your composure.

think, hide, wait.

dabi's instructions swam through your head like a school of scared fish, each word weaving itself into your thoughts before you took action - tucking yourself under the chair. it's not until the second attempt of the person trying to get in you hear the annoyed grunt, then a loud bang following it. "open the fucking door baby, it's jus' me,"

relief washes over you in thick waves, your body acting before you had time to think - like a hero - your hand grasping the handle. the door swings open, dabi's iconic grin meeting you before it fades into an annoyed sulk.

"why didn't you answer the first time baby?" his burnt hand cups your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. you swallow your spit, blinking up at your boyfriend innocently.

"just got-got a bit scared," you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, an anxious habit you could never pull yourself out of. dabi just scoffs, leaning down to capture your lips in a much needed, desperate kiss.

his hands grip your waist tight, nails digging into your soft flesh as he picks you up as if you weighed nothing. your legs wrap around his waist, jaw going slack to let his tongue explore each and every inch of your mouth. submitting to him. letting him own you.

you mewl, tangling your fingers in his dark hair and tugging it lightly, "missed you so much, been days," your words get swallowed by his hungry mouth, his hands sliding into the backs of your shorts to feel your bare ass cheeks - no underwear, just how he liked it.

"shut up, just let me fuck you," dabi kisses down your neck hastily, like time was attempting to escape the two of you. he lays you down on your bed, his mouth attached to yours as he slips out of his pants and underwear.

"off," he lights his finger tips, melting through the fabric of your baby tee and chucking the remains across the room, "shouldn't even be wearing clothes, should jus' be walking around naked. at all times, my bitch," he spanks your tits, catching your nipple on one of the many pieces of metal keeping his skin together.

his pierced dick rubs against your already soaked cunt, your shorts had been tugged off whilst he was burning through your shirt. you sniffle, "i-im sorry, it wont happen- nghh!" you're cut off by dabi slamming into you at full force, sliding his entire length into you in one go.

you scream, heels digging into his back as he sets up a rough pace from the start, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "da-dabi," you huff, drool pooling on the tip of your tongue. your cunt flutters around him, clenching down tight as an attempt to stifle his pace.

however, it forces a loud grunt out of your boyfriend, his hips still before he's haphazardly pulling out of you and cumming all over your stomach. "f-fuck princess, do-don't do that!" he growls, a weak dribble of cum running down the underside of his cock.

you giggle, "cumming so fast? leaving me unsatisfied," you pout, looking down at his now softening cock. "maybe shiggy could help me?" you wiggle your eyebrows before a loud smack rings out through the room you called home.

dabi's hand print leaves a dark red indent on your cheek within the first 2 seconds of him slapping you. his hands soon work fast to have you flipped over, his cock back buried deep in your cunt.

"i told you to shut up," dabi forces your face into the sheets, "don't mention that bastard around me, you know this dick is better than anyone else's," dabi lets go of your waist, leaning back as he fucked into you so fast his skin was sparking.

"be a good girl and take whatever daddy gives you."

「SHOTO TODOROKI」 ⤷ shoto had been working far too hard even as a hero, he was working as if he was some machine that needed to earn its space in the world. his hands had been flying across the keyboard for hours now, the office was empty - every worker had left whilst shoto worked overtime on his paper work again.

calloused fingers pressed gently into the key caps in fear of causing them any damage - shoto had always been far too nice. too nice for anyone on this planet. his phone laid untouched next to him on the desk, screen down to avoid distraction.

he knew his wife, you, would be calling - calling to demand where abouts he was, why he was still doing this, to come back because you missed him. but you had to understand that the people who lost their family members also missed them, and thats why he had to fill the paper work out as soon as possible. to give people closure.

it wasn't that shoto was ignoring you, he could hear the vibrations coming from his phone, he could feel them shaking the desk ever so slightly he just, couldn't answer it. he knew what he had to do, he had to do this paper work before it was too late. even if it made you sad.

however he could only ignore the calls and texts for so long, you were his wife after all. it was a sad but long needed break, shoto's thumbs looking at the screen of all your missed calls and texts.

answer your phone hello? do you even care about me? fuck you shoto fuck i wish i could fuck you. answer me NOW. fine you wanna ignore my texts? i ll js come to the office.

shoto's heart skipped a beat at thought of you being in the office, seeing him so unkempt and tired. he stands up on numb legs, making his way to the main door of the his closed off room to head to the bathroom, to try and freshen up. to look like the man you had fallen in love with rather than a damned ghost.

the door to his office flies open to show you, dressed in his clothes, eyes adorn with heavy bags from the lack of sleep - up late worrying about your husband; you spent far too much time worrying about him.

"sweetheart-" shoto's arms immediately open to accompany your tired body, holding your head close to his chest as he gently swayed the two of you to an invisible song. "you should have stayed home," his words are muffled by your hair, hands squeezing your waist gently.

"and you should have came home," you stifle a sob as you rub your cheek against his muscular chest through his button up shirt. shoto smiles, thumbs tracing soft circles on your hips as he feels the sheer force of the love radiating off fo you.

"you work too much, miss you so much," you sigh, pulling back from his chest to look him in the eye - dark purple bags contrasting the scarred tissue. your hands squeeze his shoulders, tension oozing out of his over worked muscles. "need to relax."

shoto chuckles, "if i had the time, i would darling, you know that," he cups your jaw in both his warm hands, hearts forming in his eyes from just how much he loved you. how much he needed you in his life.

"let me help you," your lips brush against his jaw, a thin layer of your spit sticking to his skin, "let me help you relax baby," you move your hands down his body, feeling each curve, each muscle he had spent years perfecting.

shoto tugs his bottom lip between his teeth in an anxious frown, the office was empty sure, but it was still a public place. however he knew better than to disagree with his wife; a happy wife meant a happy life, and that was something shoto lived by.

your soft lips left a trail of kisses down his neck until you reached the first button of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. your mouth parts ever so slightly at the sight of your shirtless husband, it had been days if not weeks since you had seen him naked in all his glory.

you sink down to your knees, palms sliding over his thighs before hastily undo the fly and button to expose his tented boxers. shoto's breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening at the sight of his wife doing something so crude - he couldn't deny the fact it was making his cock twitch.

"i missed your dick," the words fall out of your mouth before you can even think, desperate hands pull his boxers down and you can't help but moan at the sight of his long, thick dick. you mewl, greedily attaching your lips to the tip and giving a firm suck.

shoto gasps, one hand tangling in your hair whilst the other reached out to stable himself on the door way. "b-baby slow down," he grunts, balls twitching in your palm, "fuck!" his hot cum is filling your mouth in seconds. theres so much of it that it's spewing out the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chin.

"baby girl i'm-i'm so sorry," he leans down to open your mouth so you could spit his cum into his hands but you open your mouth to show it completely empty - you even lick your lips.

"you came so fast," a pout tugs on your lips, "but that's okay. round two when we get home?" you blink at him innocently, and shoto knows that it'll happen whether he likes it or not. he could never say no to his baby.

「EIJIRO KIRISHIMA」 ⤷ kirishima's body is sore, covered in bruises of all different shapes and sizes from the combat he had been involved with in attempts to save the city against villains. red riot was slowly becoming more and more worn down until it was a demand that he be sent home, laid off his own damned job because he was too broken.

memories of the fights replay in his head, the faces of the people he couldn't save haunted him as if he were the only person to blame for their deaths. each and every blow to his body he could relive as if he were right there again, for the 3rd, 4th or even 5th time.

kirishima's body lays restless in your shared bed, limbs tangled in blankets whilst your shirt you slept in last night is bunched up by his face. wind blows past the window in rapid bursts, rattling the foundations of your apartment.

"just-just follow me, i promise i'll save you," sleepy mutters fill your shared bedroom, kiri's hands tightening their grip on your bare waist. sleeping with clothes on was something that neither of you felt comfortable in, the clothes created a wall between you - preventing you from being close and interment. skin ship had always been extremely important in your relationship, whether it be kiri's hands wondering down the back of your pants in public or you touching the hard expanse of his abs under the duvet.

"please, i need to save you,"

kirishima's fingers dig into your stomach as he pulls you onto his chest - dreaming that you were a civilian in need of help. reliving one of those awful rescue missions for the tenth time. "baby," you shuffle on top of him until your thighs are on either side of his, your hands cupping his face.

"baby wake up," you yawn, tracing the small bruises along his jawline. "its a dream, nothings happening. 'm right here," you gently tap his face until he jolts awake with a gasp - red eyes full of fear as he looks around the room.

"oh fuck," tears well in his eyes at the memories that were flooding his head in violent bursts. kirishima hide his face in your palms, embarrassment emitting from his tired body in small waves, "so not manly."

"it's okay baby, shh," you press a soft kiss to his nose, "crying is so manly," a soft chuckle escapes your lips before you capture his in a love filled kiss. your lips slowly move against his, hands finding their way to his shoulders whilst kiri grabs at your ass like a desperate puppy. his tongue slides along your bottom lip before lapping up the minty taste of your toothpaste.

"let me help you relax, you've been so tense lately honey," you slowly kiss down your boyfriend's neck, his hardened skin rough against your plush lips. "soften up my handsome prince, let me take of you," your words hit the soft spot of kiri's heart as he immediately relaxes into your hands, letting you feel up and down his abs and dip into the waistband of his boxers.

"i love you so much," kiri nuzzles into your neck, his red hair tickles the underside of your chin as he leaves some sloppy kisses to your sweet spot. you mewl, grinding your wet cunt against his thigh.

"hurry, need to feel you inside," kirishima chuckles at your impatience but he complies, lifting his hips enough to slip out of his boxers whilst sliding your panties off your hips at the same time.

his thick, blunt rip rubs against your soaked pussy in a teasing manor before he pushes in, forcing you to take his entire length at once. you sniffle, sharp acrylic nails digging into his shoulders as you sit down on his entire cock. your cunt spasms, clenching tightly around kiri and he's so pent up that he can't hold back; hot ropes of sticky cum start to fill your womb before you even had the chance to start riding him.

your eyes widen, "th-that was fast," a giggle threatens to slip past your lips but you hold it back as kiri's eyebrows furrow in annoyance.

"that-that was an accident i swear!" his red eyes fill with annoyance and shame before he's pinning you to the sheets. his body turns solid, rock hard like a damn wall as he situates himself between your thighs. he bends your legs up until you're tucked neatly into the mating press.

"let me help you relax."

「DENKI KAMINARI」 ⤷denki had been on 3 missions back to back for the past week, his entire life (you) had been flipped upside down purely because he had to work. even with all the protesting (one email) he still had to go, though he didn't go with out a damn fight.

a fight with no clothes, obviously.

denki had been following you around the shared apartment all day, pawing at his cock like a dog in heat. his eyes hadn't been dry either, damp with tears of desperation as he attempted to win you over. to let him fuck you into the sheets, or on the floor, he didn't care where.

“i can’t help it baby, i need you so bad!” denki sobs into your neck as he forces your body over the counter. your skimpy house clothes had been ripped off your body the second he made it through the door, pawing at his cock and demanding relief.

“please? i’ve been a good boy. i did everything you asked,” denki sniffles, damp eyelashes fluttering as he grabs a fistful of your hair so you’re forced to look at him. "cleaned up, packed my bags," he rubs his face in your neck in a pathetic attempt to win you over.

“mommy ‘m need your pussy so bad,” his hard cock presses into your ass. "need to feel you around me before i go, miss you already," his fingers tingle with electricity.

“i’m cleaning. later,” you huff, trying to free yourself of the tight position you had been put in, “go jerk off. you have hands,” denki liked earning his place, especially if it meant you’d give him the praise he was dying for even if he had to withstand you being a bit mean.

“b-but,” his words a wet mixture of sobs and sniffles before he’s yanking his trousers and boxers down. “can’t wait. can’t. need you. need you so bad mommy,” his blunt tip rubs against your semi wet cunt, collecting your arousal and spreading it around.

a sigh escape your lips before you’re gripping the counter top so hard your knuckles turn white. denki slams into you with one harsh, quick thrust. “denki i swear to fucking god. pull out now," you grit your teeth in annoyance and in his defence, denki does pull out (and then slams right back in).

"n-no!" his cock twitches inside of you, his blonde hair sticking up in all directions as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm his quirk gets slightly out of control.

it takes a total of 4 deep thrusts into your cunt before he's filling you up with his hot cum, hips stuttering as he sobs into your neck. "t-thank you mommy, thank you. thank you," babbles fill the air between you whilst you huff and push him off.

"really denks? couldn't even let me finish, pathetic," your nose scrunches in faux disgust as you turn back to look at him. denki's eyes well with a fresh wave of tears before he's pulling out and sinking to his knees.

"ill fix it, ill make sure you cum mommy."

「IZUKU MIRDORIYA」 ⤷a class full of bratty children is the last thing izuku wants to deal with after an argument with his beloved wife. an argument which could have easily been avoided if he would have just came home earlier rather than staying behind grading test papers.

each kid seems to have it out for him, correcting him when he attempts to help another student with their english, or help someone over come a hurdle when using their quirk - it seems like almost everyone had it out for him.

his lunch box is half empty since his beautiful wife hadn't packed it for him like you usually did, instead he had to do it himself. chucking in what ever random shit he found in the pantry into his box and calling it a lunch. the taste of dry ritz crackers mixed with yogurt covered strawberry bites only added fuel to the fire of sadness burning in his stomach.

your husband's bulge fills out your phone screen as he palms himself gently, the sound of his hushed whimpers filling your shared bedroom. "please forgive me princess," izuku's voice is slightly hire pitched as he slips his hand into his waistband to pull his cock out of his underwear.

you moan, angling the camera down so he could see your wet cunt so he could see what he was doing to you. "f-fuck baby, so pretty. touch her for me. tell her i'm sorry for neglecting her," izuku strokes his cock 5 full times before he's emptying his load all over his pristine white shirt.

you let out a mixture of a moan and a giggle at seeing your husband come so ridiculously fast like he was some horny teenager that had never experienced anything other than his hand.

"s-see baby? i miss you so much, please let me sleep in the bed with you tonight." you roll your eyes as you watch him continue to stroke himself through his orgasm, tongue lolling out of his mouth like a tired puppy.

"just hurry up and come home."

「KATSUKI BAKUGO」 ⤷ bakugo's intense personality was one of the main reasons you fell in love with him, the way he viewed everything as a competition meant that he was constantly striving to become a better boyfriend towards you. well, that's what you thought anyway.

bakugo's hands are dripping in blood from the bar fight he had gotten himself involved with during his time off. his time that he was meant to spend relaxing; time he was meant to spend looking after himself rather than the city. but bakugo was a hero he couldn't just let things blow under the radar purely because he was meant to be having some time off.

adrenaline thuds through his veins like his hand is to his heart exploding it over and over again. blood spews from his broke nose as he stumbles through the dimly lit streets of japan before he finds himself at the door of your shard apartment.

he raises his hand, ready to know, but he hesitates. bakugo. the katsuki bakugo hesitates. the right side of his bottom lip is completely busted, bruised and swollen from the criminals fake gold ring catching on it - if bakugo really focuses, he can taste the cheap metal on his tongue. before he even has the chance to do so the door is flying open, your grumpy stature filling his eyeline - when the hell did he knock?

bakugo's fist is still frozen in the air, wide crimson eyes staring into yours as he tries to find an excuse good enough for his blooded face. the rapid thump of his heartbeat makes it hard to think, the words coming out of your mouth are a muffled slur behind the rapid thoughts swarming his brain.

"shut up before you piss me off even more," his harsh tone strikes a sensitive chord within your heart because before you know it, your lips are on his. your tongue runs against his bottom lip, feeling the sore wound before you sink your teeth into it.

"what the fuck?" bakugo pushes you off with his lips turned back into a snarl, "why did you fucking bite me bitch!"

"i'm still mad at you even though you look hot as fuck being beaten up/ i hope the other guy won," you spit the words through gritted teeth, hands clenched into fists of pure anger. how could your boyfriend be so clueless!

"don't you dare say such bullshit, take your clothes off," bakugo pushes you into the wall of the hallway to your apartment.

"what?-" "you heard me bitch, take your fucking clothes off, don't piss me off even more, or is that the only thing you're able to do?" his palm is hot against your chest, the tip of his finger pressing into the area between your boobs.

you narrow your eyes yet you still comply with him. you still do exactly what he tells you to, slowly slipping out of your sleep shorts and tank top. soon, a pile of clothes is forming on top of the shoes in the entry way, your fluffy socks being the final edition - like a candle on a cake.

"good girl," bakugo kisses down the side of your neck, "you can be a good bitch when you want to, hm?" his bruised fingers trace along your sides causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. you huff, turning your head to the side as he pinches at your nipples.

"shut up," you mumble, cheek pressed into the cold wall as he circled your clit just enough times to make sure your cunt was completely relaxed. the sound of his sweatpants thudding against the cold wood flooring, along with his shirt make your back arch in anticipation, your cunt throbbing in time with your rapid heart.

"take it like a good bitch and daddy might even reward you," bakugo snarls into your neck as he slams into you with one single thrust. you scream into the wall, waking up every single person in the damn complex. bakugo smirks, wrapping his hand around your face and sliding two fingers inside of your mouth. "hush baby, gonna wake the whole street,"

your pussy clenches down hard on him, and he grunts, fingers twitching inside of your mouth, hips stilling inside of you as the familiar sensation of your boyfriend filling you up with cum hits you. you bite down on his fingers, making him yelp, "did you just fucking cum in under 30 seconds?"

you wiggle your way out from underneath your boyfriend, slipping yourself around so your chest is pressed against his. "is that my reward? a bit of sloppy sex in the doorway? fuck off, you're so annoying. get out of my face before YOU piss ME off," you shove his chest and he growls, pressing you back against the wall once again.

"calm down baby girl," he guides your jaw upwards with two of his fingers until you're looking into his eyes. "let daddy make it up to you."