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I have a room. I really love my room. I love the way i painted it blue, and the accent wall has those imperfect blue and white stripes. My vanity is always glowing because i don't like the dark. I've cleaned every corner of this 1960's room, mopped over every paint stain from when my walls used to be white, then purple, and then the pink from when it used to be my nursery. their colors stained on my hardwood floors. I've walked in every corner of these walls. I've seen every change. I've cried here, i've almost died here. I've shed tears of joy. My knees have been on this floor from praying to God. For just about every reason I can pray of. I've been silent. waiting. I've only ever had two friends in this room. and i don't open the window.
I feel the wind even when iâm indoors. It feels artificial. Like my love for the night. The peacefulness of just drifting to sleep, or the loneliness iâm trying to distract myself from. I canât remember the last time iâve cried even though iâm tearing up. Itâs like i have so much life inside of me but so much emptiness? Itâs a word I canât even describe. I hate feeling alone. Itâs like i have so many people around me, yet I feel nothing. Like my walls are suffocating me when the door is closed. And when itâs open and iâm alone, I still have to remind myself that the front door is closed.Â
Itâs like iâve spent so much time trying to get myself out of this hole, but no matter what i do I canât. Like iâm clawing at my wall and all it does is scratch it. And eventually my room is covered in them. And it stings. And it burns, but when i donât look at them it doesnât.Â
And when the house is all quiet and the only thing i can hear are bugs crawling outside my window, it feels like iâm slipping. Maybe its my satin pillow, or my wondering mind trapped and locked away from my heart. Or maybe itâs another 10 milligrams of Prozac that will quiet it. Only for a moment. And never forever. Itâs like nothing, but everything at the same time. And time keeps on going. And iâll stare at my ceiling and wonder how much is left, and more importantly, will it feel this way when it runs out.Â
hii!! can you do prompt âhow do they look at you when youâre not paying attention?â with hawks? đŤśđť
how does hawks look at you when youâre not paying attention?
when youâre not paying attention, hawks looks at you like itâs the only time he can afford to be honest.
in front of others his gaze is always light. eyes half-lidded, playful, flirty. the kind of look that never lingers too long, never gives too much away. heâs practiced that, trained for it.
when youâre distracted it changes. his eyes settle on you and stay there. thereâs a quiet sharpness at first, like heâs assessing - old habits, instincts he canât turn off. he notices the way your expression shifts, the little movements you donât think anyone catches, the way you exist when youâre not trying.
then his eyes soften. his shoulders loosen, wings settling behind him in a way they only do when heâs relaxed. thereâs something warmer in his gaze now, something almost⌠tired. like looking at you gives him a break from constantly being âon.â
sometimes his feathers drift without him thinking. one or two brushing closer to you, hovering near like a silent tether.
his eyes trace over you in a way thatâs almost careful, like heâs memorizing something he doesnât trust himself to keep. thereâs admiration there, sure, but also something heavier. something protective. something a little afraid. because hawks doesnât get attached easily.
when you laugh or smile at something that has nothing to do with him, thatâs when it hits hardest. his soft gaze lingers a second too long. then the moment you turn your head itâs gone.
replaced with that easy smirk, that teasing glint in his eyes like nothing ever slipped through at all. âwhat?â heâd say lightly. âi got somethinâ on my face or somethinâ?â
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@lexstacy-fics -> yuta going insane the first time u ask to cum <333
âyuta,â breathy and aching, you call for him while humping your hips back to take more of his cock.
he clears his throat, fingers trembling as he grips the fat of your hips and slams down. again. and again. slow, rhythmic thrusts that keep you full, hardly leave you empty. âyes? yâokay, baby?â
your eyes roll into the back of your head. the tension in your gut starts snappingâyour cunt starts squirtingâbefore you can even finish.
âc-can i cum, please?â you beg, sniveling. your body tightens as you feel it start to trickle and gush around him. âm-mâmakinâ a mess i canât hold it, please say yes, yuu. please? iâll do anythinââ,â
and yuta just canât believe youâre asking him. youâre asking for permission. youâre letting him decide when you get to cum. ooh heâd get lightheaded.
âyes,â he sobs, cock throbbing, balls lurching. eyes going wide as he feels you leak. his face so hot and flushed pink, you could pluck him from a garden. âyes, yes, yes, need to feel it, princess. so pretty when you canât help yourself.â
tw: Suicidal reader, attempted suicide, self harm, descriptions of self harm and suicide. throwing up, Father figure levi. Adopted dad levi. NOT A SHIP, this is a fanfic where levi is your captain and also your adopted dad, takes place in AOT times, viewer discretion HEAVILY advised!!
a/n: also holy hello guys I havenât written in yearsss sorry if itâs trash đĽ
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I've never been more tired in my whole life. I've slept for half of my free days. i've slept on long missions where we're camping in the outside skirts of trosts, deep in its forest. Everytime I wake up I feel the trees starring back at me, questions in their leaves, stories in their roots. I see the way everyone looks at me. the uncertainty in their face. The way they try to pretend everything is normal, when their eyes tell me it's not.
I've waited in this stupid kitchen for the past couple of nights, waiting, thinking, maybe if I sleep soon, I'll wake up and it'll all be over. Maybe if I would've taken more, maybe 5 more, or 6.. was I really a couple off? was a whole bottle of pills not enough? If I would've taken maybe 9 more, maybe it would've worked.
"are you just gonna sit there all night?" you jolted your head up, out of thought. you looked infront of you, and from the edge of the doorframe, Captain Levi gazed back.
"hey." you said softly, through an exhale of breath.
"you gonna answer me brat?" He shot out, in his ever so coldly demeanor.
"I... I wasn't planning on it." You said gently, shifting in your seat.
"Lights out was 2 hours ago." He said back, "You should be in bed." Levi walked over to the cabinet, pulling a glass out. Your eyes looked over to him as he filled the glass with water, placing it over a boiler.
"I know" you said, your head falling down slightly. "I just wanted to get out of my room."
"I know." he said. "You've been in there all week."
You shifted slightly, your hand resting in your lap.
The water finished it's boil, as he placed a teabag in his cup. Grabbing another, as he placed another tea bag into a separate cup.
You stayed silent, as the sound of a cup clinking on the table in front of you grabbed your attention. You looked up, to see a cup of tea.
"thanks." you said gently. Levi nodded, pulling out a chair across from you.
he was silent for a few moments, taking his time to sip his tea, before his eyes glared at you.
"What's going on?" he said bluntly.
You stared at your cup on the table. Your eyes numb.
"Nothing." You said.
"Don't give me that bullshit Y/N, I know you." Levi said, a slight harshness in his tone.
Your felt your heart pang at his words.
"Do you..?" your mouth moved before your mind did.
Levi glanced down at the table, before coming back to meet your eyes. Those numb, brittle, lifeless eyes.
"Y/n." he said. "I've seen your first smile. I've seen your first titan kill. I've seen your first heartbreak, I've met your first friends." his eyes came up to meet yours. "I've watched you from a 5 year old, not knowing why the world had left her alone and abandoned in a random cabin in stohess, to a strong willed solider, and a lively, determined person."
His words melted in his tounge, coming from his chest. You looked at him as he paused for a moment.
"so don't you tell me I don't know you."
His piercing eyes looked into yours. Your mouth went to move, but no words came out. There was a silence between you two for a couple moments. Then he spoke.
"is this about your attempt?" he said, numbly. But it was like a layer of his eyes was glass, and you could see the hurt, the tiredness, in them.
"..and if it is?" you said coldly.
"Then I want to listen." he took a sip of his tea.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"But you will. Because I'm not letting silence almost take you again."
....
You couldn't speak. You couldn't even cry. No matter what emotion filled you, your body couldn't react. You just stared at the table, the guilt washing over.
"you should've told me." his voice broke the silence in the air.
and then you caught it. That glimpse of guilt, that look of defeat in his eyes.
"..how?" you said, guilt in your voice.
âsomeway- somehow, in anyway, kid." he spoke, his voice more hushed. You swore you could hear his heart breaking. "You should've said something."
you stayed silent. just for a moment. ".. are you mad?" you whispered in the quiet room.
"..what?"
"..are you mad at me..?"
âtch..â he breathed out.
âIâm furious.â You felt your heart pang.
âIâm furious that you got this bad. Iâm furious that you thought that that was the only way out. But what really is frustrating, what really stings, is that you thought you couldnât come to us. You thought you couldnât come to me.â His tone was harsh, his words even harsher. His piercing gaze watched yours. âHow could you not come to me?â
âI-â you spoke, but you couldnât get the words out.
âI donât.. know.â
âYou do, you just wonât tell me.â You looked up to see Levi taking a sip out of his tea glass.
He swallowed before speaking.
âYou think I wouldnât have done anything?â
Silence over came you for a second. You knew the answer, you just didnât want to see his face when you said it. Itâs like all you could do was bite your tounge and pray this was a dream. You always hated confrontation. But you had to say something. Anything. Just as he said, he was tired of silence, and you were too.
âI didnât think youâd get it.â It came out of your mouth as almost a whisper. You saw a glimpse of Leviâs eyes light up just ever so slightly. Almost in surprise .
âYou didnât think Iâd understand..?â He said more as a statement than a question. Levi shifted in his seat. âWhy wouldnât you think Iâd understand-â
âI donât know..! I just- you paused, a held in sigh escaping your diaphram. â..why would you.?â You said looking at him, your head shaking slightly.
âBecause I care about you. Did you ever think of that? â when the words escaped his mouth, you looked down. You always knew he cared about you, but heâd never had said it straight to your face like that.
âI know you do captain-â
âThen why?!â His voice raising made you flinch slightly. You snapped your head up to look at him, his expression as dull as ever, but a hint of anger and frustration in his eyes.
âCaptain-â you said weakly before he cut you off again.
âNo, explain it to me why?!â His words were like venom, biting and seeping on all the weak parts of your body. You could see the anger becoming more apparent on his face, and it just made you weaker.
A tension filled silence filled the room. Then you spoke.
â..I didnât want..â your words made Leviâs eye light up. âyou to see me differently..â you said. And as quickly as it left, that uncomfortable silence resurfaced.
And then for a second, you could feel the anger wash off of him. And your hands stopped glittering in your lap, and your head somehow made it out from its position where you could only see the cracks of the wooden table in front of you.
â..I raised you.â your eyes met his. âI could never.â He said. âsee you differently.â
The look in his eyes was stone. But beneath it was glass. And you could tell it was breaking him.
âIâve seen you in so many ways. Iâve seen you kill a titan for the first time. Ive seen you grow and change in ways you didnât even know you have.â
Then he looked down, at that same table across from you. âIâve seen you clinging onto life, bleeding out on the same floor in the place youâve always called home.â
it was like getting punched in the stomach. The fact that they all had seen it. Hange, Erwin.. even Levi.. they saw everything that you did to yourself. It was a type of exposure you never wanted. The same reason why you locked the door, and the same reason why they broke it down.
âBut Iâve never, not once, seen you as weak.â Levi said. âEven with your wrists cut up and bleeding out.â He looked at you.
âWatching hange stick her fingers down your throat to make you throw up everything you took.â
You felt a tear roll down your face.
âEven when you were unconscious, I never saw you as weak.â
You felt like sobbing. Like apologizing over and over again as if it would make it all go away. But you knew it wouldnât. Nothing would make the truth disappear. It can be covered for some time, buried under survey corps uniform sleeves, or at the back of the medicine cabinet. But it always came out.
âYouâre not just a cadet to me, you know that.â He said. âYou scared the hell out of us.â He sighed.
âIâm sorry.â You hiccuped out a sob. âI really am- I-â
âYou donât need to apologize. Iâm not mad.â He said.
âIâm worried. Like crazy. Everyone is. I havenât seen hange run an experiment since.â He said.
âAnd Erwin? He hasnât even planned on our new mission.â
You freeze when one of his eyes peer open, your hands pausing on his face where you were tracing his cheek.
You'd been awake for a few minutes now, watching him sleep. As the light sleeper he was, you knew you shouldn't be touching him when he's asleep. But he was lying just beside you, all curled and comfortable, his dark hair disheveled and his face so soft, you couldn't resist.
âDid I wake you?â You whispered.
âNo.â He shakes his head, closing his eyes again. âBeen up for a while. Just resting my eyes.â
You smile a little, scooching closer to him under the blanket. You could feel his body heat through the thin shirt he wore. âNever thought I'd see you lazing around.â
âIt's weekend.â
âSince when do you care about weekends?â
âFucks sake.â He groaned in response, scowling. His eyes opened as he shot a heatless glare at you. âIt's one day I take a break and I'm facing a fucking interrogation. I'm getting up.â
With that said, before you could process what was happening, there was an empty space beside your arms and a blatant lack of warmth. You blinked confusedly.
"Heyâwhat? No!â You protested, but you were slightly late. He was already out of bed. You pushed yourself up to a half-sitting position, trying to keep your eyes open.
âWhat no?â He asked, glancing at you sideways as he stretched out his arms.
âGet back under here! I'm sorry!â
âWeren't you the one pestering me that I was laying around?â His raised his brow.
âYeah, but that doesn't mean I want you to leave!â You whined.
He sighed, turning to the bedside table. He picked up the watch that lied on it. âIt's way too late anyways. I need to get my shit done.â
âWhat shit?â You grumbled, half rising and crawling to the edge of the bed. You tilted your head to get a glimpse of the watch in his hand. âIt's seven.â
He raised a brow at you questioningly and you are appalled.
âLevi, it's seven. On a weekend. Seven.â
âWhat's your point?â
You gaped at him for a few seconds, mouth parted. What kind of a psychopath were you dating?
âSleep in?â You suggested, like it was obvious. âPlease?â
Levi scoffed like you said something funny and you weren't sure how you should be feeling.
âYou never get any rest!â Annoyance creeped into your tone as you glared at him. Why did this man hate life so much?
He doesn't respond, blatantly ignoring you as he slipped his feet through his slippers.
âLevi. Just sleep a little more. Come on.â
âI've slept enough.â He mumbled. âIt's seven in the fucking morning.â
The absolute disgusted face you made at that statement was unreal. The absolute mortification you felt at that statement was unreal. You knew your boyfriend had serious issues, with insomnia and shit, and that he woke up early. He always left bed before you even woke up but you never thought it was serious to the point he got up at seven on a weekend. What time did he get up on normal days then?
You brainstormed fast. You really, really wanted him to come back here.
âLook!â You pushed your arms out the blanket, wiggling them around to get Levi's attention. It did. Levi was frowning, confused. âLook!â
âWhat?â
âCold hand. Colder feet. I am freezing.â You said seriously âAs my boyfriend, it'd be very rude of you to leave me to freeze to death.â
âYou're under a damn blanket, stop being dramatic.â He rolled his eyes.
âOkay, and? You're warmer.â
âThe fuck?ââ Levi looked at you. âAm I your personal human shaped heater or some shit?â
You considered. â...kinda?â
âYou little shit.â
âNo, okay, listen.â You sat up fully straight now, all sleepiness gone. You were on a mission and you were not going to rest until you succeeded. âI don't know who told you what but it's not a crime to sleep on weekends.â
Levi did not look convinced. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you. âSure you'd know all about sleeping in. Takes the whole squad to wake you even on regular days.â
You shrugged. If he was trying to shame you, he was failing. You were a proud bed-rotter and not even Levi could overcome your love for naps (he came very close). âYes,â You agreed, then pulled up the blanket and patted the empty spot beside you where he was resting before. âNow get in and let me teach you the blessings that weekends are.â
He stared at you. You stared back.
âAckerman, do not make me come out there and drag you in, okay? I am cold, I will be colder. And then I will be pissed for the rest of the day.â
He watched you for a couple seconds, all grumpy and gloomy and serious, your messy hair on your head like a dark cloud hanging over. With your sleepy eyes and pouty lips, it was tempting. Highly. Even for him.
He considered. Paperwork. Erwin. Whatnot. He glanced back at you.
Dignity. He prayed silently. Walls, spare him dignity. Fuck it, he should really get going.
Should he?
Screw dignity. He caved.
âFine.â
Your eyes instantly lit up, almost jumping in happiness when he sat back down. Enthusiastically, you pushed the blanket on him, wrapping your arms around him the moment he lied down, trapping him to ensure he can't change his mind. Your legs find his legs and you pushed them between them, scooting closer until you're practically flattened against him, snuggled against his chest, absorbing the warmth he offered, your eyes closing almost immediately. An arm wraps snugly around your waist and you swear you're half asleep right then and there.
âI didn't come back for you.â You hear him say. A man's gotta defend his pride after all. But you noticed the flush on his cheeks.
âSure not.â You reply as you yawn.
âSerious. Don't think this'd always work. I just didn't have the mood to deal with paperwork.â
âUh huh.â You were not convinced. Not the slightest bit.
âStop looking at me like that.â
âI'm not.â
âYou are. You're turning this into some gooey shit and it's weirding me out.â
âOkay. Whatever.â You nodded mockingly. âSays the guy who's here cuddling with me and getting blushy blushy. I'm sure this isn't gooey shit.â
âFuckd sake.â He draped an arm over his face in fluster. âIf you don't shut up, I will leave.â
âShutting up.â You bit your tongue. Miracles were ever so rare, what idiot would you be to push your luck?
You kept silent a while, watching him as his eyelashes fluttered shakily. He was still stiff, his muscles tensed. The dark shadows had definitely lessened, you noticed, ever since you'd been pestering after him to get enough sleep all week. It's working, he had definitely been less tired. But it's not enough. This insomniac bastard can hardly get 4 hours of sleep on average and that did not sit right with you.
He was tired. You knew. You could tell
âLevi.â
He doesn't speak, only hums softly in response.
âSleep. Don't just lie down.â
âCan't.â He shook his head slightly. âCan't sleep so late.â
âIt's seven.â
There's a hint of a smile on his face. âI think it's already been settled that we have very different views on what's early and what's late.â
You rolled your eyes. âStop criticizing my sense of time and go to sleep and let me sleep as well.â
âCan't.â He told you simply, his voice soft. âDoesnât mean you can't. Go to sleep, I'll be here.â
Shaking your head, you push yourself up slightly. Your fingers trailed up to his neck and he freezes slightly. You traced the feeling of his undercut under your fingers, scratching down with your nails. âLet me help you then.â
His eyes open to find yours questioningly. You smiled, shifting closer and traveling your hands higher until they were running between the dark strands of his hair. You pull at them, just the way you knew he liked and it works, his shoulders almost instantly relaxes visibly and a soft sigh escapes him, his eyes fluttering shut. You shift up, higher until you can press his head to his chest and that's all it takes. It's like he melts into you.
âShit.â He groaned softly.
âFeels good?â
He doesn't say anything, but his breathing relaxes, starting to get even.
âGo to sleep, Lev.â
He doesn't protest anymore, closing his eyes.
You play with his hair a little more, another hand softly massaging one of his shoulders. A couple seconds passed by in silence and through, you could only listen to his heavy breathing.It's okay if he didn't sleep fully. You just wanted him to relax. Absentmindedly, you traced one of the hair strands that fell on over his forehead. His bangs came almost upto his eyes now.
âHuh,â You sighed softly. âLevi. Your hair got longerâohâŚ. asleep?â
Oh shit, he actually fell asleep.
And no amount of titans you've ever killed could ever give you the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment you felt at that second.
You stared at his peaceful face happily for a few seconds. Then, still hands on his hair, you felt yourself dozing back to sleep. It's like watching him relaxing has made you feel relaxed as well. And no sooner, you were drowning in his arms, drifting to a far away world.
.
Levi wakes up after 3 hours.
At first, he's confused. He's sitting up in bed wondering how it'd become this late. How could it be that it was past 10 and he was still in bed?
But then he looks at you, so deep in sleep like you wouldn't even feel if the world just ended and he remembers.
Right. Of course it was you.
Did you know how easy it was for him to sleep when you were around?
He stares at you softly, all curled up under the sheets. He shifts a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. You groaned quietly at the touch, but that was about it. You did not look like you were going to wake up anytime soon.
He watches you, considering.
Dignity. He prayed. Dignity has been long gone since the day you came into his life. He really, really should be getting up now.
I like to think that one of the first thing Hange took a picture of is how Levi looks at you when you aren't watching.
Mostly just to prove to Levi because we all know he'd be in such DENIAL, he's so fucking UNAWARE of it, so CLUELESS like "no I don't like them like that" but he's looking at you like you brought the moon down to earth. and if Hange even tries to convince him he's like "go clean out your fucking glasses."
So Hange gets introduced to a camera. What better use of it when they see you and Levi, as you were explaining something to him enthusiastically, the sun hitting you just right and he's just. Not even listening. Just staring. With the softest eyes. Yearning. The palest flush on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted. And he looks like he could die there, like he'd sell his fucking soul if that means he gets to keep looking at you.
Hange snaps the picture. Shoves it to Levi's face like proof. "Look at yourself!"
Levi observed the picture blankly. Then. "Do you ever stop being a creep?"
To this day, that picture hangs in a frame in Hange's office, with a scribbled note under.
I know itâs canon that Hawksâ wings puff out when heâs happy and droop when heâs sad (as shown by his baby photos), but I headcanon his wings to also express more complex emotions. Like they do one mini flap when heâs embarrassed. And they shake a little when heâs blushes. And his feathers spread out subconsciously when he is proud of himself or attempting to puff out his chest a little.
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He's lowkey overbearing i guess? Always hovering, asking too many unnecessary questions.
Did your daughter have enough diapers? Is the baby monitor working right? Does she need to go shopping for new clothes? Do you need to go shopping for new clothes??
It's a bit too much. Especially considering the fact you two never had a relationship beforehand, what with your kid being the result of a one night stand. Crazy part is he found out before you. He had gone to the same bar the following weekend, told himself he just liked the drinks there and he definitely wasn't hoping to see you again. He found you sitting in the same spot as last time, comforting a friend this time.
You looked pretty. Arms wrapped around your friends shaking frame, whispering comforts in her ear. He'd walked up to you and awkwardly tried to start a conversation, only to be met with a "not right now". Still, he asked for your number and you reluctantly gave it.
Safe to say that was not the best approach. Despite that though, you two chatted for weeks on end. You slowly opened up to him, but never fully did. Even so, you agreed to meet up with him for lunch and long story short he insisted you he could "smell pregnancy on you", you flipped, took a test when you got home, cried a bit and then texted him the news after about a week.
He took the news pretty well, granted he'd been preparing himself during that week of silence. In fact, he was more so relieved that you wanted him to be part of this, anxiety had been killing him. It was quickly forgotten and he immediately went into dad mode, bought (what was meant to be) a year's worth of diapers, three different strollers, clothes of all different colours and a bunch of other essentials, he even turned his office into a baby room and the guest room into "your room" (just in case you ever wanted to sleepover, or, u know, move in).
Fast forward to your delivery, it was pretty quick and smooth on your part at least, Keigo was standing right outside the door, wings ruffled and ears listening intently for anything sounding off. When the door fnally opned to reveal you and the tiny bundle on your chest, it was like time stopped. He almost didn't want to step closer, in fear of disrupting the scene before him. His heart swelled and he decided in that moment you were the only on for him, whether or not you knew it yet.
And he meant it. He hasn't dated or hooked up with anyone and he still kinda pursues you. He likes to drop a couple hints to see your reaction, a "man I wish I had a sexy milf to tuck me into bed" here or a "you'd look gorgeous in this versace dress I accidentaly bought in your size" there. He's lowkey gotten to you. His jokes make you giggle a bit, you wear the clothes he buys, his voice makes your heart skip a beat. You haven't told him yet, you don't even know if you should. A part of you is scared to acknowledge these feelings, but the other part of you goes insane when he's walking around holding the baby to his chest with one hand.
I'm tired now so long story short, he asks you out for the 5th time ever, you say yes and the night eds with you making baby no.2.
â°â⤠âá°. Ë âĄ ËËË
I've ben sitting on this for soo long and finally finished it tonight.
I'm def gonna make a pt.2 to this, that ending was ass but I'm so tired rn and I have a test tomorrow and I got high earlier and my spellchecker stopped for some reason and ughhhhh
Also, I did NOT expect Hakari x Kirara situationship to get that many votes tbhđbut I'm lowk on a Hakari kick rn (I have baby daddy Hakari in my drafts rn) (idk wtf is up w me and this baby daddy fantasy lately but I rebuke it irl omg) soo I'm gonna write that next and so on and so forth
Inexperienced!Keigo who gets hard just from making out. Itâs not even thirty seconds into it and heâs already straining against his pants.
Inexperienced!Keigo who starts fumbling with the various zippers and buttons of your clothing, his fingers often missing them because he is just so excited to finally touch you
Inexperienced!Keigo who has to lift you up from grinding down on his lap because he will in fact finish in his pants if you keep doing that.
Inexperienced!Keigo who gets goosebumps from seeing your bare skin when your clothes finally fall to the floor. And itâs like he canât get out of his own fast enough.
Inexperienced!Keigo who canât keep his mouth shut, just purring how pretty you are. âBaby youâre so.. gorgeous. What did a guy like me do to deserve you?â
Inexperienced!Keigo who still eats you out, judging what to do by how hard you pull his hair or how much your thighs start clenching his head between them. You can feel him grinning as he does so, amber eyes looking up at your expressions.
Inexperienced!Keigo who canât believe your mouth is actually on him, his pupils blown wide and jaw slacked as he throws his head back against the headboard. âOh shit- Slow down.. I donât wannaâ Finish yetââ
Inexperienced!Keigo who kisses your forehead before he slowly enters you, hips stuttering to a pause because holy fuck do you feel good. He has to start thinking about something tragic or else itâs going to get real embarrassing for him. âAre you okay? Does it hurt at all?â
Inexperienced!Keigo who thinks youâve never looked prettier than you do in missionary. He watches himself enter you and each time he slides out. He notices the way you grip him.
Inexperienced!Keigo who finishes way faster than he wanted to. His cheeks flushing a bright red as he tries to play it off. âNo, I meant to do that..â and instead spends the rest of the night studying how to make you cum with his fingers.
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âDarling, could you please make use of yourself and give this to the neighbor?â
Your mother shoves a plate full of watermelon slices into your hands before you can even complain. You blink at itâthe juicy red chunks glistening under the afternoon sunâthen glance up at her. Sheâs already turning away, wiping her hands on her apron.
âUgh. Mom, seriously?â
She doesnât even turn around, just waves a dismissive hand over her shoulder.
âGo now before they lose their crunch.â
Ever since you came home for summer break, your parents havenât shut up about the five-year-old kid living next door. Baby Haru, as they call him. While youâve never actually seen the kid, you've heard enough to know your parents have already mentally adopted him.
You let out a heavy sigh while adjusting the straps of the bikini top under your thin sundress. The backyardâs still too hot for sunbathing anyway, so you trudge through the house and out the front door.
The sun is relentless with its heat pressing down on your bare shoulders. The neighborâs house looks very much the same as yours, just with a slightly messier lawn and a small bike tipped over near the porch. You shift the plate to your right hand so you can ring the doorbell.
The seconds stretch. Youâre about to ring it again when the door swings open.
And holy shit.
The man standing there isâwell, heâs not what you expected at all.
Heâs towering over you, broad-shouldered, with two horizontal line tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of his black t-shirt. His hair is short, a pink-red like faded cotton candy, and his eyesâred and sharpâlock onto you with an intensity that makes your throat go dry.
You suddenly forget how to speak.
He raises an eyebrow. âYeah?â
You clear your throat, now hyperaware of how short your sundress is and the fact that youâre only wearing a string two-piece underneath it.
âOh! My mom sent meâI live next door. And, uh, these are for Haru,â you thrust the plate toward him. âAre you his brother?â
A slow smirk curls at the corner of his mouth, and you feel your face heat up instantly. His voice is deep and rough when he answers, âHis father.â
Your brain short-circuits. Because, what?
You imagined the father to be some tired middle-aged dude with a beer belly and thinning hair, not a man who looks like he could pick you up with one hand and pin you against the nearest wall without breaking a sweat.
He takes the plate from your hand, his fingers brushing yours. âThanks. Kidâs still sleeping, soâŚâ His voice trails off, but he doesnât move to shut the door.
He just stands there, watching you with those unsettling red eyes. Then he slightly tilts his head after noticing how your mouth twitches like you still have something to say. The silence stretches heavy until you blurt out the first dumb thing that comes to mind.Â
âYou look, uhâreally young for a dad.â
The smirk returns slower this time, as if heâs savoring your awkwardness.
âOld enough, actually,â he says, his voice dripping with something that feels like a challenge.
His gaze drags down your body, lingering on your bare legs before flicking back up. You swallow hard, fingers twitching at your sides like you donât know what to do with them now that the plate is gone.
âO-Okay, well, enjoy the fruit!â you stammer, gesturing vaguely at the plate in his hands before taking a clumsy step back.
You spin on your heel so fast you nearly trip over your own feet. The weight of his stare burns on the back of your head the whole way across the lawn. Back inside your house, you slam the door a little harder than necessary, immediately pressing your back against it. Your heart is hammering so loud against your ribs like itâs trying to escape. You press the heels of your hands against your cheeksâhot to the touchâand groan.
Your motherâs voice floats from the kitchen. âDid they like the watermelons?â
âYeah,â you mutter, peeling yourself off the door. âLoved it.â
You spend the rest of the afternoon sunbathing while pretending not to replay that encounter in your head, but itâs useless. Youâre sprawled belly-down on your towel, propped up on your elbows with a book splayed open in front of you. The same paragraph has blurred in and out of focus for the past twenty minutes, your brain too busy replaying the way his calloused fingers felt against yours.
Sukunaâthe name your mother had offhandedly mentioned earlierâis so fucking hot. He and his son have been next door for three months, and youâve been home for a while now, yet somehow youâd managed to miss him.
With a hot single dad neighbor, looks like your summer is far from being over.
The next afternoon, youâre halfway through reapplying sunscreen when your mom calls from inside the house. You groan before walking back inside. You catch your mother with her phone pressed to her ear.
âSweetheart, Sukuna just called and heâs got an emergency at work and he needs someone to watch Baby Haru for a few hours. Can you?â
âWhy donât you and Dad do it?â
âBecause we are going out to grab something.â
You roll your eyes. âFine.â
Ten minutes later, youâre standing at the neighborâs door again. This time in denim cutoff shorts and a tank top.
Sukuna answers before you can even knock, already shrugging on a jacket while Haruâtiny, messy-haired, and clutching a stuffed dinosaurâpeeks out from behind his legs.
âHeâs fed. But if he gets hungry, jusâ feed him anything that he asks for,â Sukuna says, handing you his house key. His eyes slowly rake over you and your fingers tighten around the key. âYou sure you can handle him?â
You tilt your chin up. âI babysat all through high school.â
Sukuna huffs a laugh and then heâs gone, the rumble of his motorcycle engine fading down the street.
You look down to Haru, who is looking at you with the most doll-eye looking set of red eyes youâve ever seen. He has pink hair just like Sukuna, except ruffled and messy.
He tugs your hand immediately.
âWanna see my room?â
It turns out babysitting him is mostly building block towers and pretending to be eaten by his dinosaur toys. Haruâs a really sweet kid, chatty and bright. By the time Sukunaâs bike pulls back into the driveway, youâre sprawled on the living room surrounded by toys.
The front door swings open and Sukuna steps inside. His gaze lands on you first, on the sliver of skin showing from when your tank top rode up, before flicking to Haru.
âDada!â
âHey, little guy,â he mumbles, tossing his keys onto the counter. He turns to you. âDid he give you trouble?â
You laugh, gently prying Haruâs fingers from your hair.
âHaru? Oh, noânope. Heâs great.â
Sukuna hums while shrugging off his jacket then tossing it over the couch. His fingers hook on the neckline of his white t-shirt, peeling it off in one smooth motion. The fabric lifts, revealing taut muscle and dark ink lines carved into his sunkissed skin.
Two segmented curve marks frame his chest and two bold line cuts vertically across his abdomen. His biceps flex as he stretches, the twin tattoos there flexing with them, and the black circles on his shouldersâdots centered like targetsâdraw your gaze upward. His body is unfairly sculpted for a man his age, all hard planes and coiled strength.
His jeans hang dangerously low on his hips as he disappears down the hallway, the sharp V-line abs cutting a path through your thoughts. You watch the flex of his lower back until he turns a corner and vanishes from your sight.
Haru tugs at the hem of your top, completely oblivious to your internal crisis, but you barely register it. Youâre too busy swallowing around the sudden dryness in your throat.
Sukuna returns in a fresh white tank top that clings to him like a second skin. The thin fabric is now doing nothing to hide the thick lines on his biceps or the way his chest strains against the material.
Haru tugs even harder, whining about showing you his favorite toy, but your eyes are glued to Sukuna as he strides back into the room. His tank top rides up when he bends to scoop Haru into his arms.
âThanks for watching him,â Sukuna says. âI think he likes you.â
You shrug, trying to play it cool. âHeâs easy to like, too.â
Sukunaâs gaze lingers on you a second too long.
âYou should stay for dinner.â
The words roll off his tongue like an afterthought. Haru wriggles in his arms, whining about mac and cheese, and Sukuna adjusts his grip without breaking eye contact with you.
You should really say no.
You should go home, change out of these shorts that suddenly feel too tight, and pretend like the sight of Sukunaâs bare torso didnât just sear itself into the back of your eyelids.
âSure. If itâs no trouble.â
Haru cheers, wiggling out of his fatherâs grip to sprint toward the kitchen. You follow him, hyperaware of Sukunaâs presence behind youâthe heat of him.
The kitchen is warmer than the rest of the house, filled with the faint hum of the fridge and the clatter of pots being dragged across the stove.
You help Haru get onto one of the bar chairs.
âMy Dada makes creamy mac and cheese!â He informs you very seriously, as if itâs classified information.
Sukuna snorts. âDonât expose my secret like that.â
You lean against the kitchen island, arms folding loosely beneath your chest as you watch him move around the kitchen. He doesnât rush but instead, he moves with lazy efficiency.
The white tank top stretches across his back when he reaches up to grab a box from the cabinet. The fabric lifts slightly, revealing the strip of tan skin above his jeans waistband. Your eyes snag there before you can stop them.
âYou always stare that obviously?â he asks without turning around.
Your stomach drops.
âIâm not staring.â
He glances over his shoulder, then raises a brow. âUh-huh.â
Heat crawls up your neck. You push off the kitchen island, sitting on the empty bar stool beside Haru instead.
âSo, how old are you again?â Sukuna asks while stirring the noodles. The steam from the pot curls around his forearms.
You glance up from where youâre helping Haru scribble on his drawing book.Â
âTwenty-two.â
Sukuna hums low. âCollege kid, then?â
âYep. Iâm just home for summer break.â
Haru nudges at you, completely uninterested in the adult small talk between you and Sukuna. âDraw me a dragon, please!â
You oblige, sketching a crude creature with too many teeth while Sukuna finishes cooking. The scent of butter and cheese fills the kitchen, thick and delicious. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Sukuna watching youâhis gaze heavy and lingering on the way your fingers move over the paper. When you glance up, he doesnât look away.
Dinner is then served. Haru is practically vibrating in his seat as Sukuna slides a steaming bowl of mac and cheese in front of him. The kid digs in immediately, barely waiting for it to cool. You take smaller bites, extremely aware of the way Sukuna leans against the island instead of sitting, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you both eat.
âGood?â he asks, though his eyes are locked on your mouth when you nod.
âMhmâŚâ You lick a stray fleck of cheese from your bottom lip. You see his jaw tighten. âReaaally good.â
As you eat, Haru chatters between bites about dragons and dinosaurs, blissfully unaware of the thickening tension between you and his father.
When the dishes are clearedâSukuna insists on washingâHaru tugs at your hands again.
âCan we please watch a movie?â
You glance at Sukuna who only shrugs.
âYour call, kiddo,â he says while drying his hands on a towel.
Now, youâre wedged between Haru and Sukuna on the couch while some animated movie is playing on the large TV.
Haruâs already half-asleep against your side. You try to shift carefully, as to not to wake him, and your thigh brushes against Sukunaâs. The contact sends a jolt up your spineâhis leg is warm beneath the fabric of his jeans.
He doesnât move away.
The credits roll by the time Haruâs fully asleep. His soft snores puffing against your arm. You try to lift him, but Sukunaâs already reaching over you. His arm nearly brushes your breasts as he scoops the boy up effortlessly.
âI got him,â he murmurs. Heâs so close you can smell the faint musk of his cologne mixed with something smokier.
You watch him carry Haru down the hall, his back flexing under the thin fabric of his shirt.
When he returns, the living room feels suddenly smaller. He doesnât sit back downâjust stands there, staring at you with that unreadable red gaze.
âYou should head home,â he says, but his voice is rough.
You donât move. âItâs still early.â
Sukuna exhales deeply, fingers flexing at his sides before he steps closer. His hand lands on the back of the couch, caging you in.
âYouâre playinâ with fire, kid.â
You tilt your head up to meet his dead-on gaze.
âIâm not a kid.â
His smirk creeps slow. âNo?â His free hand brushes your jaw, his calloused fingers rough on your skin. âProve it, then.â
You donât hesitate. Your hand instantly fists the front of his tank top, yanking him down until his mouth crashes into yours. He groans, the sound vibrating through your chest as his hands grip your hips. His tongue is hot and demanding, and you gasp when his teeth catch your bottom lip.
One of his hands slides up your thigh, fingers digging into bare skin where your denim shorts ride up.
âFuck,â he mutters against your mouth, âyouâve been drivinâ me crazy since I first saw you.â
You let out a whimper when his thumb teasingly brushes the crotch of your shorts.Â
He exhales sharply, his forehead dropping to yours for a fleeting second before he straightens.
âGo home,â he says, voice strained. âBefore I ruin you.â
Youâre still breathless when you slip out of the front door, the taste of him lingering on your lips. The night air does little to cool the heat prickling under your skin. You practically sprint across the lawn, your pulse hammering in your ears loud enough that you barely hear the cicadas buzzing in the trees.
The next day, you wake up feeling hot and tangled in your sheets with the memory of Sukunaâs hands on you playing on loop.
You groan, pressing your face into your pillow. âI am so fucked.â
The afternoon sun beats down mercilessly, the kind of heat that makes the smooth pavement shimmer. You peel off your sundress, letting it drop by the edge of the pool, leaving you in your skimpy bikini. The water glitters invitingly, and you dive in without hesitation. The cool shock of it steals your breath for a second before you resurface to brush your hair up.
You donât notice the shadow in the second floor window of the house next door.
Sukuna is leaning against the window frame with his arms crossed, intently watching as you glide through the water with lazy strokes. His fingers tap absently against his bicep.
The angle is so perfectâthe white slats of the fence do nothing to obscure the view of your back arching as you flip onto the lemon-shaped float.
Haruâs voice drifts downstairs, muffled. âDada! I canât find Mr. Scales!â
Sukuna doesnât move.
âCheck under the couch,â he calls back, his voice low. His eyes stay fixed on you as you sink back into the water.
Youâre completely oblivious to the fact that heâs watching you. Always been, actually, since you came home weeks ago.
The first time he saw you, itâs not during one of your sunbathing shows. It started when you were lounging on the hammock under the big oak tree in your backyard. Thereâs a book propped open between your thighs. Your leg is dangling off the edge to push yourself into a slow rocking motion. Your sundressâsome flimsy, pale yellow thingâhas ridden up past your thighs, revealing the smooth expanse of your skin beneath. His fingers still on the windowsill when you drag your fingertips absently along your thighs, tracing invisible patterns as you read.
Days later, he catches you againâthis time in a bikini so small heâs surprised itâs legal. Youâre stretched out on a towel with your ass in the air as you flip through a magazine. You wiggle your hips slightly to adjust your position, and he nearly cracks the mug in his hand.
By the time you knock on his door with that plate of watermelon slices, heâs already mapped up every inch of skin youâve bared to the sun.
You tilt your head back to soak up the sun, water sluicing on your neck down between your breasts. Your fingers trail along the surface of the water, trying to make ripples.
âDada!â Haruâs tiny fists pound against the bedroom door.
Sukuna exhales sharply before pushing away from the window just as you climb out of the pool. He catches one last glimpse of you wringing out your hair before he yanks the door open.
Haru blinks up at him, his dragon stuffy in his arms. âFound him!â
Sukuna ruffles his hair, forcing his voice to ever sound so steady.
âGood. Wanna help me make lunch?â
Youâre halfway through a pint of ice cream when your phone buzzesâyour motherâs name flashing on the screen. You scoop another spoonful into your mouth before answering, muffled by the mint chocolate chip.Â
âYeah?â
âSukuna just called,â she says, and you nearly choke. âBaby Haru wonât stop asking about you. Apparently, you made quite the impression.â Thereâs a pause. âGo over there.â
You splutter, ice cream dripping onto your lap. âWhatânow? Mom, itâs like, seven PM. Where are you and Dad, anyway?â
The line clicks dead.
You stare at your phone screen with a scoff, then down at your pajama shorts and the melted ice cream.
Fantastic.
Minutes later, youâre standing on Sukunaâs porch again. This time, in tight leggings and a hanging crop top. The door swings open before you can even ring the doorbell.
Sukuna leans against the frame, one eyebrow arched.
âTook you long enough.â
You scoff, pushing past him into the house. âI was busy.â
âOh, yeah?â His voice drops, rough against your ear as you pass. âDoinâ what?â
The air between you cracklesâthereâs a stupid, dizzying tension that makes your skin prickle. You ignore him, heading straight for the living room where Haruâs sprawled on the floor with crayons scattered around him.
âHey, kiddo,â you greet him, dropping onto the carpet just beside him. âWhatâre we drawing?â
âDinosaurs eating dragons!â he announces, showing a green crayon into your hand.
Sukuna watches from the doorway. His gaze burns into the back of your neck, but you refuse to turn around.
Haru leans closer to you and whispers, âDada says youâre pretty.â
âReally? When did he say that?â
âWhen you were in the pool earlier.â
Your face heats up. When I was in the pool?
Sukuna clears his throat sharply. âBedtime, Haru.â
âWhat? No!â Haru immediately whines, clinging his arm to yours. âShe just got here!â
âNow.â Thereâs no room for argument in Sukunaâs tone. âSay good night.â
You bite your lip while helping Haru gather his crayons.
âIâll see you tomorrow, âkay?â
Haru pouts but lets Sukuna scoop him up, tiny arms looping around his neck. As they disappear down the hall, you hear Haru whisper, âIs she gonna be my new mom?â
Sukunaâs answer is too low to catch, but the thought alone makes you feel tense. You busy yourself with picking up stray crayons and markers.
When Sukuna returns exactly ten minutes later, the house is now too quiet. He stops behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him.
âHeâs sleeping now.â
You turn slowly, tilting your head up. âLiar. You just put him down.â
Your breath hitches when he steps closer, backing you against the couch. His hands settle on your waist, pressing into bare skin where your crop top rides up.
âYouâre such a tease, you know?â he whispers. âYouâve been teasing me all dayâswimminâ in that tiny fucking bikini.â
âYouâve been watching me?â
Sukuna hums before hauling you toward him. His mouth crashes into yours, teeth and tongue and hot. You gasp when his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the couch. His hips slot between your legs, the hard press of him drawing a whimper from your throat.
âFuck,â he grits out, almost biting down your neck. âWanted this since you first strutted into my house.â
His hands are everywhere. Under your top, his fingers are now dragging over the swell of your breasts, palms scraping against your nipples until you arch into him with a gasp. You claw at his shirt, desperate to feel skin, but he catches your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand. The other slides down your stomach until his fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings.
âYou gonna be good for me?â he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice is so rough-edged. As if heâs barely holding together.
Sukuna exhales sharply when he doesnât hear your answer. He suddenly lifts you up then hauls you onto his shoulder like a sack of flour. You yelp, hands scrambling against the solid muscle of his back, but he doesnât falter. He strides through the house, the stairs groaning under his weight as he walks them two at a time.
The bedroom door clicks shut behind you, then he presses the lock. He puts you down on the bed, the mattress swallows you whole. The sheets smell like him, something warm and faintly smoky. You barely have time to catch your breath before Sukunaâs already stripping off his shirt. His hands fumble on his belt next, the buckle clinking as he slide it free.
You prop yourself up on your elbows and heâs on you before you can speakâone knee sinking into the mattress beside your thighs as he fists the hem of your crop top.
âTake âem off.â
You scramble to take your clothes off but when itâs your leggings and panties youâre pulling down, Sukuna helps you by yanking it down in one swift motion. He tosses it somewhere on the floor. You donât even care at this point.
His fingers immediately press into the inside of your thighs, spreading you open.
âDâyou like fucking old men?â His voice is rough, the words curling around your skin like smoke. His thumb brushes your slick folds. âOr is it just single dads that get you wet?â
You gasp when he presses two fingers inside without warning. âFuck-â
âAnswer me.â His fingers curl, dragging against your walls in a way that makes your toes curl.
You choke out a laugh. âYouâre not really that old.â
Sukuna grins. âNah. Iâm old enough.â His fingers pull out only to slide back in, deeper this time, his thumb rolls on your clit along every thrust. âOld enough to know exactly how to ruin you.â
You whine while arching into his touch, but he slows teasingly until youâre panting and writhing beneath him.
âYou like single dads to fuck you so bad?â His other hand grips your jaw to force you to look at him. âLike the idea of me bending you over while my kidâs asleep downstairs, huh?â
The thought sends a bolt of heat to your stomach. You nod frantically and Sukuna laughs darkly.
âThought so.â
His fingers vanish, replaced by the thick head of his cock dragging through the lips of your pussy. The rub of him is agonizingâjust the tip and his length with the barest hint of pressure. Heâs big, thick, and veiny, you can feel it throbbing. You whine, hips bucking up to chase the sensation but Sukuna only pins you down with a hand on your hips.
âPatience, princess,â he whispers. He circles your clit with the tip of his cock. âYou wanna come already? That fast?â
You bite your lip so hard that you taste copper. âStop teasing, please.â
He laughs low and low, the sound almost vibrating through your chest. His fingers dig into your thighs, spreading you wider as he drags himself through your folds again. The friction burns in the best way but itâs not enoughânever enough.
âYou gotta beg for it.â
You reach out for his cock but he swats your hand away.
âNah-ah. Use your words.â His teeth graze your ear. âTell me what you want.â
You groan in frustration as your arousal twists in your gut. âFuck me. Pleaseâjust put it in.â
He hums as if considering but he doesnât move. Instead, he presses the tip against your entrance, letting you feel the stretch for a fraction of a second before pulling back once more.
âI know you can ask better than that,â he taunts. âCâmon, princess. You gotta show me how bad you want it.â
You arch off the bed with another frustrated noise, your fingers scrabbling at his shoulders in irritation from all his teasing.
âI swear to god, if you donât-â
His hand wraps around your throat. âOr what?â
The hint of challenge in his tone only presses the heat in your abdomen more. You gulp against his palm.
âPlease,â you whisper. âPlease fuck me, Daddy.â
Sukunaâs grip tightens just slightly. âGood girl.â
Finally, he pushes inside, the stretch burning in the best way. You havenât had sex for a long time now so you canât help but wince when he enters you. You gasp as he bottoms out in one smooth thrust. He doesnât immediately move, he lets you adjust to his fullness.
âShit,â he grits out. âYouâre so tight.â
You roll your hips experimentally and Sukunaâs breath hitches. His tightening grip on your throat tells you everything you need to know.
âMove,â you demand.
Sukuna growls, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in. The force of it knocks the breath from your lungs, your nails raking down his back.
âThatâs it,â he groans against your ear. âTake it like a good girl.â
His thrusts are deep and punishing. Each one dragging and ramming against that sweet spot inside you until youâre seeing stars. His hand leaves your throat to grip your thigh, yanking it higher to fuck into you at a new angle.
âYou close?â His voice is rough and strained.
You nod frantically, feeling your orgasm coil tight in your stomach. You look down and the sight nearly sends you over the edge. Sukunaâs cock is glistening with your slick. The obscene push and pull of his hips is making your pussy clench around him. The sound is filthy, wet squelch filling the room with every snap of his hips.
His hot mouth finds your hardened nipples and sucks on them. Tongue swirling and teeth grazing just enough to make you arch from the sensation. You tug on his hair as the sharp sting mingles with the delicious stretch of him inside you. He envelops your whole tit in his mouth and bites down.
âOh⌠mâgod..! Oh my god!â you whimper, your voice cracking as his thrusts become deeper and rougher.
Your fingers twist in the sheets, now knuckles white from the strain of holding on. Sukunaâs grip on your thighs tighten.
âYeah?â he rasps, his breath hot against your neck. âThatâs it, babyâlet go.â
He puts a hand on your lower stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock pressing up inside your pussy. The pressure is dizzying that every thrust now comes with the added sensation of his palm pressing down.
You choke out a cry. Your back keeps arching off the bed as pleasure rips through you. âW-Wait! Sâtoo much!â
Sukuna smirks when he looks at your pretty little face while youâre now practically a babbling mess beneath him. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead. The headboard knocks against the wall with his every thrust that wouldâve been mortifying if you could form a single coherent thought. But all you can do is gasp and moan while you struggle to hold onto something other than his sweaty arms and shoulders as he fucks you through oblivion.
âCome on, baby,â he grits out. âSqueeeezinâ me so goddamn tight!â
Sukuna leans in, his mouth crashing on yours in a messy and hungry kiss. You whimper into his mouth while looping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His chest presses flush against yours until thereâs no space left between you. The kiss turns filthy as he tongue licks the insides of your mouth as if mapping every inch.
He breaks the kiss with a chuckle. âNeedy little thing, arenât you?â
Without any warning, he suddenly pulls out and flips you on your stomach, the sudden change in position making you yelp. His weight settles over you while he pins you down to the mattress.
âUp,â he commands before giving your ass a sharp slap that echoed in the room.
You scramble to push yourself on your knees. And when you do, Sukuna doesnât even give you time to adjust. His large hands spread you open, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your ass. His cock slides in straight away. You bite down on your lip to stifle a moan but he only tells you to be louder.
âIâm so close! Iâm so- O-Oh my fucking god! Mâso close, Daddy!â
The words barely leave your mouth before Sukunaâs hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back. His breath is ragged against your ear, the slap of skin on skin drowning out the creak of the bedframe.
âDâyou want Daddy to knock you up?â he growls in your ear. âFill your tummy with my babies?â
âYes! Yesyesyes, please!âÂ
The words tumble out of your mouth, delirious and raw. Sukuna groans deeper, his hips stuttering as he pistons into you harder. You feel like youâre droolingâwhich you truly are. Sukunaâs ragged breaths, the creaking of the bed, your pitching moansâeverything comes close together.
âIâm gonna-â You choke on the words, thighs trembling as the coil inside you snaps.
Sukunaâs grip on your thighs return, his fingers bruising as he fucks you through it while his rhythm begins to stutter when your walls clamp down around his cock.
âYeah, thatâs it,â he murmurs. âTake it. Take all of it, baby.â
His hips jerk erratically, then he buries himself to the hilt with a groan so deep it vibrates through your spine. Heat floods your insides, his cock pulsing as he spills into you. You moan at the overstimulation but he doesnât stopâjust grinds his hips slowly to work his cum deeper inside your swollen pussy.
When he pulls out, you whine at the sudden emptiness. Sukuna sighs deeply before his fingers spread you open, smearing the oozing cum between your folds.
You breathlessly flop onto your back. Your chest heaves as you collapse onto the mattress, limbs tired and trembling. Sukuna looms over you as he shows you his fingers slick with his cum mingled with yours.
âLook at that,â he proudly says with smugness on his face. âAll that fucking cream inside you and youâre still dripping.â
You watch as he brings his fingers close to your face. The scent of sex is thick in the air. You dart your tongue out and lick his fingers clean. The taste is both salty and bitter on your tastebuds. You release his fingers with a soft pop.
Sukuna drops beside you with a low groan, the mattress dipping under his weight. He turns his head, red eyes dragging over your wrecked form.
âFuck,â he rasps as he wipe off the beads of sweat on your forehead. âLook at you.â
You shiver when his fingers trail lower, tracing the bite mark around your areola. His touch is oddly gentle now, a stark contrast to the way heâd just fucked you raw.Â
"You good?" he asks, his voice rough like gravel.
You nod, throat too dry to speak.
Sukuna hums, rolling onto his side so he can face you fully. His hand settles possessively on your hip, fingers splayed wide.
"Gonâ be feelin' me tomorrow," he murmurs, dragging a fingertip down the inside of your thigh. "Every time you walk, every time you sit-"Â
"Shut up," you mutter, feeling your cheeks burn.Â
Sukuna lets out a deep laugh. His fingers trace idle patterns on your hipbone, calloused skin scraping lightly. The aftershocks of your orgasm still hum under your skin, leaving you almost limp and stupidly pliant beneath his touch.
âYouâre real pretty when youâre all fucked out,â he whispers, fingers brushing the dip of your waist.
You roll your eyes and turn around away from him. He pulls you closer to him, curling his body against yours. His slow breathing fans across the back of your neck before he presses a long, soft kiss on your shoulder.
âYou know, for an old man, your stamina is fucking crazy.â
Sukunaâs arm tightens around your waist, dragging you even closer to him. He huffs against your shoulder.
âThis old man could fuck you for days, princess.â
Best Friend!Hawks who has his first kiss with you, all puppy love, smiles, and sweetness, on one of the countless nights your toxic boyfriend makes you cry. It burns you up how gentle he is in comparison to everything youâve ever known, how pillowy and tender to a heart fed on a diet of scorpion strikesâ now, âis this okay? Can I? God, sweetpea, youâre shaking. Sâokay, he canât hurt you anymore. I love you so much. Say it back?â
Best Friend!Hawks who doesnât feel a lick of guilt when that fateful night becomes a habit, when your lips crash together the second his hero costume coat hits the floor each time the sun dies out. If you ask Keigo, your boyfriend should have been a little more concerned about you moving in with your best friend, honestly. If Keigo was in his shoes, in possession of rather than haunted by a pretty little thing like you, heâd be clinging to you like a damn apparition. Whatever, it doesnât matter. He has you now. What good luck, huh? He can bite any leftover irritation out of your lips, suck your saliva down like a balm and feel his worries melt away with you in his arms.
Best Friend!Hawks who feels your love beating through his veins like electricity when he perches atop the highest city skylines after patrol. No view compares to you. The air breezes through his hair, you engulf his thoughts, and as he touches his lips in faint yet vivid memory with gloved hands, Keigo canât help but feel a giddy thrill bubble in his chest. He should buy you flowers. He never asks himself if your boyfriend does these sorts of things for you. He knows. You prattle on and on about him and his lack of effort to your best friend Keigo, strewn across his lap atop your shared couch. His fingers brush against your hair while you speak, dancing along the skin of your forehead and intent on conveying affection with each and every stroke. Yeah, he nods. Keigoâs gonna buy you flowers.
Best Friend!Hawks who holds your sobbing form in his lap, all crumpled and safe, while he calls up your boyfriend and rips his throat out for every cruel and irreverent thing he ever said and did to you. He breaks down the manâs self esteem in the way only a bird of prey could, with the surgical incision of a sterling silver tongue. Why should Keigo have to hold himself back? It's not like your bastard little boyfriend ever had the decency to bite his tongue when it came to you. His wings fan out to brush the ceiling like a reflex despite knowing they wonât be witnessed. When Keigo hears the poor sapâs voice breakâ itâs pure, intoxicating, burning satisfaction.
Boyfriend!Hawks who goes down on you while you break up with your ex over the phone. He listens to it all, smiling against your sex with pride at the tiger lacing your voice as he sips down your essence like the tea gracing his ears. His heart swells at how solid you sound, now. All his hard work shows, finally mirrored in the confidence and indignance that shakes your bodyâ well, youâre probably shaking for a much different reason, now, Keigo thinks at particularly harsh suck. Took you long enough, Keigo smirks. Get his ass, baby.
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