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Time to yap about the cover

First we see the red, which symbolizes sacrifice, danger, courage.activity, passion, sexuality, anger, love, and joy. (Damn that's a lot) And white, which symbolizes purity, perfection, honesty, cleanliness, and beginnings.

The red is inside white, the white is more obvious.

I think that it means how even though William started a new life, a new beginning, more "clear" life, he still holds his old feelings.

In the 1st Volume, the background is red and he is holding a gun against his head. showing how he is ready to put himself in danger and sacrifice himself. (And also how he is "active" as the LoC)

On this cover, those things are subdued by white, but they are still here. Even though he is now "clean" and started a new life, he still has those feelings, or subduing them with his "perfection"

English isn't my first language so I am sorry if there is anything that doesn't make sense

Failed to do good.

i just started watching supernatural season 4 and... oh my god...

idc what anyone says he was just as hot as any of the beatles. arguably hotter depend on the year

@ddyskz just thought your eyes should get blessed with binnie today 🤭

u guys wanna see the hottest video of changbin ever ? (I know, a lot to choose from)

Danny deserved his moment of fame too

Bucciarati

Hallelujah! thank you megan for giving me inspoiration tot try to get out of a mental block....

i drew it o a too big cabnvas tho....

Eepy man zzzzzz…..

thank you for the warm welcome here !! 😳 have some msby osamu !!

Hey! I read the fics you've written for Teddy Pierce from the Christmas Chronicles and I love them so much, I've been trying to look for more fics of him but can barely find any! I was wondering if you could write one where it's like right after Christmas and Teddy gets sick with the flu or the stomach bug or something and the reader ends up taking care of him even though he insists on powering through it on his own? No rush tho! :)

Stuck in The Sheets

"This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!"

[Sick Teddy Peirce X F! Reader]

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, teddy acting like he is dying, coughing and just being sick, Teddy has an attitude, Teddy is downbad, Reader is referred to as an angel (not in dialogue), Fragile masculinity? (teddy wants to be 'manly'), and first "I love you" is spoken.

Amazing request, I hope I did it justice! I already had them dating before, I don't know if you wanted a sick confession. I had so much fun writing this, to me personally, I feel like Teddy is a very mushy sick person. A "man cold" type. So I hope this matches with what you wanted! Thank you so much for the request, remember this is how I imagine things, so if you dislike it, make your own. ENJOY!

It was only a week after Christmas and Teddy blamed those "elves" Santa had for getting him this sick. Although his mother claimed it was just the flu, for all he knew it could be some form of rabies from them. Ok that was dramatic, but part of him believed this is what he got for not believing in Satna. This was his revenge. He was going to die, he had every right to be dramatic, he was bedridden. Coughing, his throat was ever so dry, he had a huge headache, and not to mention his temperature was 102 degrees. He felt like he was dying a pitiful death. He didn't want his girlfriend, you, to see him like this, but with his luck, his sister called you and asked you to come over. Forcing him to endure the pain of looking like a fool before you. He was thankful to an extent; he would have something pretty to look at before he went. You thought he was being unreasonable. He just needed to give it a few days and he would be ok. To him, you believed he thought it would never end.

Being the wonderful partner you were even though you had just gotten back from staying at your grandparents' house. Since that was where you had Christmas at. You made your way to his house after getting some distressing messages from his younger sister. Personally, you didn't remember when you gave her your number, but right now that didn't matter. You knocked on the door, his mother answered, inviting you in before telling you what you already knew. "Teddy isn't feeling the bes-" In the middle of her sentence his voice was heard yelling for his sister to leave his room. He sounded so sick, poor thing. You thanked her and excused yourself to be with your boyfriend. Climbing up the old steps to his childhood and present home, they creaked slightly. Gently you made your way to his door, something you were so used to. If the situation was opposite, it wouldn't be since he for some reason refused to enter through your door. He preferred your window late into the night, it seemed to be his favorite.

"Go away." He grumbled as you knocked on his door, causing a laugh to stir inside you. You opened the door anyway, slowly walking inside. His head turned slightly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. Stumbling on his words in his sick voice, still managed to grumble out a few words, "I- I didn't mean that for you..K- Kate wouldn't leave me alone." Causing you to laugh, stepping inside his room fully. The door closing behind you with a small click. Just shaking your head at him. Gosh, he really was just an awkward teenage boy, but he was your awkward teenage boy. "You didn't need to come, I'm fine. Kate was being stupid, you just got back, go home." He continues. He knew it was most likely stupid and pointless, you weren't just going to leave. Especially because he looked terribly sick, like almost a Victorian child dying of the plague. You weren't going to leave. How could you? Even if your lovely, angsty and 'manly' boyfriend insists he will be fine.

You let out a small laugh again, walking closer to him. Before sitting down beside him on his bed. He was sitting up so he was only a few inches from you. "I brought you soup, it's downstairs with your mom." He shook his head, obviously annoyed with you. Sometimes he hated how nice you were, hated how kind you were to him even before dating. Gosh, even when you both were playfully bickering the words you spoke never sounded harsh. You were an angel, everyone in town knew that. Why did you pick a kid who stole and hijacked cars? That was beyond him. That didn't mean he was ungrateful, he loved you to death. He didn't want to be the first to say those three words. He was supposed to be the man. Right?

He grimaced at your words, still a bit lost in thought. "I'm fine I promise, you can go home and unpack." Stopping himself before he said please. He couldn't remember the last time he truly said that word. He knew you wouldn't leave, even if he pleaded with you. That just wasn't who you were. Couldn't blame him for at least asking. Sitting beside him, you wrapped him into a hug. Catching him off guard a bit, he hugged you back, holding in a cough. To not force the moment to end due to your worries. But it was bound to happen as soon as you pulled back, he started coughing like a maniac. Causing you to hand him is water that sat on his side table. He nodded slightly as a thanks. Amid his coughing he managed to speak, "I'm serious. I'm fine." Now you were getting annoyed at him, he was obviously not fine. He was sick, very sick. Why wouldn't he just let you take care of him?

You shook your head slightly, playfully. "If you're not sick I'm Jack Frost himself, don't give me that." The words spoken had a hint of an attitude, but he kept giving you an answer you weren't going to take. He knew that, his sister knew that, even his own mother knew that. No matter what, you would still be here. "We both know I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me." Smiling, you pull him into another hug. This hug was more playful than the other one. His head was in the crook of your neck as you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead on his. It was so sappy he thought he may throw up, at least that's what he would tell his friends. He wouldn't tell them how he wanted to relish in the moment until he felt better. He was so in love it hurt but he couldn't say...

"I love you." It was faint, almost too faint. If he was too lost in thought, he would have missed those three words you spoke. His cheeks flushed up, unaware of how red your cheeks had become. Letting out a shaken breath, he spoke as softly as you spoke those three words, "You love me?" You nodded shyly, your foreheads still pressed together. Quickly he pulled back his eyes, finally softened speaking even more quietly, "I love you too." A smile crossed your face at his words. His face was almost as red as Saint Nick's hat.

He pulled you close, he wanted to kiss you. More like needed to kiss you but you pushed him away. Not wanting to get sick. He frowned, looking like one of those sad puppies on commercials wanting you to buy their product. "This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!" He furrowed his eyebrows, he was going to get that kiss. "Come on, you told me you loved me today. I think I should get a complimentary kiss." Now he was just acting a bit cocky. Can't blame a man for trying, could you? You shook your head for probably the hundredth time today. Laughing slightly at his child-like antics.

It was getting late and your parents would rather die than let you sleep over at your boyfriend's house. They nonstop said "hormonal teenagers can't be trusted". Whatever, you smiled before leaving. Making sure he knew where the soup you brought him was and that he could call you in the afternoon tomorrow. You didn't want him randomly calling you at 3am even though that was most likely what would happen. Kissing his forehead before you left, to his fake displeasure. His eyes couldn't hide how he felt, it was the biggest look of love you had ever seen. Then you exited the room. The same small click behind you as you shut the door to leave. Saying goodbye to his mother and sister before walking home. It took you a bit, but after you got home, you laid in your bed for a while.

Starting to unpack your clothing and other stuff from Christmas up in Chicago with your grandparents, you felt something in your throat. Before you started to cough. That damn boyfriend of yours.

Thank you so much for reading this, this is my first request so I hope I did well. Christmas in February?! Yes yes I know, not to mention I have a few drafts I should post. But let me know if you have any more requests! Love you all! If you see any grammar mistakes or spelling, just let me know! I'll fix it right away to make sure everyone has a wonderful reading experience.

That Sketchbook of Yours

Teddy Pierce X reader

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of mention of his fathers passing, Cussing and violent language, Teddy acts like a bully for a paragraph, making out, and parent interrupting making out. Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 1.2K not including title

I saw some in need for Christmas chronicles X readers and being someone who thinks teddy was attractive here we are. I'm sorry if some parts are wrong, I barely even had my first kiss (I'm a loser for my age). Also if you have anything else you want don't be shy to ask! Now enjoy!

FYI, it's really late for me and I should be studying for finals but I'm not so if you see a mistake, please let me know and honestly, I kind of hate this but whatever.

After Teddy's father died, he didn't really have anyone to turn to before he met you. You were a nerd as people saw it, you read and wrote, hell you could draw really well too. He thought you were quite pretty too. He only saw you in one class and that was geometry, one he recently failed, but boy was he glad he failed.

You were a shy thing too, not talking much; sitting in a corner seat; head down and always drawing something. He knew of your artist skill from having to sit away from his "gangster" friends and next to you. He always did sneak glances at you how could he not? You were so easy to fall for. Nodding or shaking your head when people talked to you, when you did talk your voice was adorable.

Randomly one day before Christmas break he took your sketchbook, he stood a few inches taller than you. Flipping through the pages mostly filled with cats or sometimes a friend or too. You panic and desperately try to grab the notebook. He stood his ground, looking at each page for a second.

He came across a page, filled with drawings of himself. He laughed before leaning down to your height. "Does this mean you have a little crush on me?" You blush a bright red, he laughs again. "I'm taking that as a yes, am I right? Sweetheart." You stumble on your words, trying to make up a lame excuse to why you had those drawings which consisted of "Your easy to draw," "You sit next to me and are an easy reference." There were a few more but he didn't really bother to listen. The blush that was darkening on your cheeks was more than an answer.

But before he or you could say anything else, you grabbed your notebook and ran off; embarrassed. Running home straight away not stopping till you were safe in your room, cooped up in your feelings for him. Christmas break the rest was a blur for you until a day or two after Christmas...

~Flashback for Teddy on Christmas Eve With Santa~

"If you know what everyone wants, tell me what I want." Kate looked up at him "Teddy! Stop it, you don't have to do that Santa." Santa looked at Teddy a bit annoyed and a bit; prideful? "Her." He fell silent for a long while, knowing exactly who he was talking about. Kate was just confused "Who?" Nobody answered her though.

She very quickly forgot about that when she was asked to find the reindeer. The boys sat in the car for a minute in silence, still running from the police. "She asked for you for Christmas, you know." Teddy smiled a bit, he knew exactly what to do when he saw her again. He even thought about finding you himself.

~End of Flashback~

A day or two after Christmas you were sitting in your bedroom before a faint knock at the door, thinking it was your mother, you politely say that they could come in. You turn to ask 'your mother' what she needs and your face to face with Teddy Pierce. Honestly he doesn't know whether to laugh or walk out with the look of surprise on your face. He spoke before you had a chance to, "Listen I know I was kind of an asshole last we saw each other and I just want to tell you that well. Damn it this is harder than I thought. I like you. I did all that teasing because I liked you."

You stood there, not really being able to muster up any form of words. "Say something please. Yell at me, tell me i'm a dick and kick me out, do anything!" You worked up as much courage you had in many years, got on your tip toes, leaned in and kissed him. Now it was his turn to be surprised. Your kiss was short and sweet your lips tasted like candy-canes and sugar cookies, his tasting like milk and maple syrup. Pulling back from kiss and him you look away a bit sheepishly and quietly speak, "Were the drawings of you not enough, do I really have to say I like you too?"

He was staring at you, "No they weren't. Say it again. That you like me." He was a bit in disbelief I mean hell Santa is always right about that kind of stuff but, he needed to hear it from you. "I like you too, Teddy Pierce." You smile shyly looking back at him, when you feel a tug. Pulling you closer he speaks quietly a bit embarrassed, "Can I?" You don't know for certain what he is asking but you whisper out a yes.

Almost evidently he kissed you, rougher than you kissed him but still soft. He turns you both around having your back to the door, pressing you against it; his hands on your waist teasingly moving up and down, testing the waters to see if he should go down any farther. You, your hands moving to his hair, tugging a bit; trying to get some type of oxygen. He bites your lip not hard just enough to shock you a bit into opening your mouth, his tongue sliding in slowly. Not wanting to rush or scare you.

Seeing you were fine with it he started to get a bit more greedy. Taking a breath he leaned into you more, his body competently covering yours; his leg moves in between your legs, for "More space" as he phrased it in his head. Lightly moaning, you hungrily pull more on his hair; as his tongue takes the more dominant control. He perks up at your little moan.

He made you do that. Not that loser kid that tries to walk you home everyday, not the kid in geometry who tries to get you to look at him, not the kid always asking for homework answers to start a conversation, not even that kid who would compliment your drawings all the time. HIM. Just when it's about to go farther, his hands moving to your ass, you hear a knock. More like he heard the knock. He leaned back, you leaned to him. He gently grabs you and opens the door face to face with your mother.

"You two alright I didn't really hear any talking or anything, do you guys want some cookies?" Your mom spoke, you honestly have never been more mad at your mother for ruining the moment. Teddy smiled at her "No, maybe next time my mother would get worried." Your mother being the kind lady she is smiled back and told him she would let you two say goodbye before he left.

"We are dating now right," you asked questioningly. He laughed, "I wouldn't kiss you and do all that for you not to be my girlfriend." You smile at him, and he opens your bedroom door to leave. Pulling him back you give him a kiss, a soft and quick one before walking him outside. Walking back to your room you realize something.

Teddy Pierce a guy who stole cars, hung around gangsters, and has failed a class was not your boyfriend he was just a random guy. Your boyfriend was kind, loved photographing and had a passion for it. He loved the snow and would never admit enjoying baking and how much he really loved his sister. To think it all happened because he took that sketchbook of yours and maybe a bit of help from old saint nick.

I hate the ending, but I didn't want this one-shot to be over 1.5K words. Well, I hope you like this, please if you want to re-post this somewhere you give me credits and permission. If you want any more of Teddy Pierce don't be shy, I'm always open to suggestions and as well as help in making my writing more enjoyable. Please let me know your opinions!

Luca on The Race MotoGP Podcast

“And about my life in general, I'm really happy to be tall because I'm more beautiful than the other riders. So it's fantastic. Thinking that I will not be a MotoGP rider, I go home and look at the mirror and then said: Okay, I struggle it, yes, but wow I'm beautiful and I can be an actor or a model for the future and it's not a problem.”

Happy Tech tuesday!

Let's celebrate this one with with a funky lighting portrait

A lil’ something for shits n’ giggles.

Had this “comic” idea in my head for a long time and I finally decided to do it 👹👹

Still trying to figure out how to draw Hunter, but I’ll figure it out one day 💀

content:: breeding.

bokuto has a breeding kink and i do not make the rules.

he just loves to fill you up and watch ur cunt drip of his essence :3 but oh no, it’s leaking out! looks like he’ll just have to fuck another load into you, making sure you don’t waste a drop ♡

© marimisses on tumblr. all rights reserved. do not cross-post, translate, copy in any way, etc.

This man. 😩❤️

IM A VERY SIMPLE WOMAN 💔💔💔💔 OHHHH MY GOD I WAS WONDERING WHERE HIS ASS WAS IT MATTHEW BERNARD STURNIOLO THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

ill be giving up my first born child + their first born child + cycle continues for the next 20 generations please we can make More mattt plea

Jeremy❤️😘😘😘🤩🤩😍😍😍

ALUCARD from HELLSING

what's bothering you?... a nightmare?...

I've never been more jealous excited for a movie!

He's just a tall piece of lean beef - pushing Zoe's small frame against the wall... 🤤

What that man COULDN'T do in the bedroom, I mean... is beyond me-

Yeah I kinda just want him to rag me about at this point... TMI but bruises are a MUST Mr. Butler, I won't stand for anything less 😌

OKAY BUT WHO IS HE LOOKING AT ?!?!

AND WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME ?!?! 😭😭

Naughty naughty man... he knows. He knows what he does

From Austin addicts

can’t even fault the cattons for being so horrifically stupid and easily manipulated because i too would allow this little freak into my life and take everything if he looked at me with those precious baby blues.

Just Oliver having to look up at people

immediately putting this into my favorites

god- this was delicious. i don’t know WHY big guys with an appetite have such a death grip on me, but they do 😭 yum

the unexpected - happy halloween

Fat Gum x Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: You've had a crush on Tai for as long as you've known him and it finally comes to a head after a Halloween party for the heroes.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bashful tai, protective tai, hungry tai, yearning and pining; talk of tai's massive cock, fingering, handjob, oral (female receiving), grinding and humping bc you can't take tai's cock the first night yall fool around

Word Count: 7.7k

A/N: I know I should have written something like the overstim vamp!gojo fic for today since i an accumulation of kinktober on Halloween day should be super raunchy. But I'm sick, I'm fried, I'm overworked and exhausted and this is what I came up with. I'm sorry.

Being friends with other Pro-Heroes wasn’t an easy feat. With such busy schedules, there’s rarely time to see each other. Politics always play a role. And the media will take even the tiniest thing and run with it. Your eyes meet during an interview and even dare to linger? You’re clearly infatuated. You laugh at one of their jokes or fix your hair in their presence? You must have a crush. Dance at an event? Share a drink? Go out for dinner? See a movie? Dating.

Go home together after a long party because it’s too far to commute back to your place?

You’re clearly fucking.

“Are you sure, Tai?” You made him meet your gaze. You both knew the implications if the media saw you leave together. “I don’t want to give the media another reason to talk about you like that again.”

Taishiro laughed, making his whole body shake, strands of his blond hair falling from the Robin Hood cap he wore. The tight green costume hugged every curve of his body, significantly tighter than it was earlier this evening after he made a few passes at the buffet. Still, he was more muscle than anything else, and the few reporters on scene--specifically the gossip ones--had their eyes glued to him. You had to pull him away before his tights became their namesake and showed off every inch of him. More than they already were.

It was an internal battle to keep your eyes on his chest and above.

“I’m used to it, (Y/N).” He popped a Reese’s pumpkin into his mouth as he smirked.

Fuck. Taishiro smirking, eyes glittering with a hint of mischief, was deadly. You had to lock your knees to prevent yourself from--like a southern lady from the fifties--clutching your pearls and swooning. You blamed the media. It was because of the damn gossip columns that you started to have a crush on the BMI Hero.

When the two of you started taking more and more missions together, hanging out outside of work, doing the things two normal friends do, the media started to spin it as Does Fat Gum Have a Girlfriend? And, no matter how hard you tried not to read it, all that speculation started to get to you. Like how apparently his eyes were practically “brimming with hunger” --their words--whenever he looked at you. Or how he supposedly stands closer to you during interviews and always tries to make you laugh.

And with that came all the talk about other aspects of Tai’s life. Particularly what it was like behind closed doors, where clothes were optional. There was endless speculation on Tai’s...physical appearance. You’d been asked more than once if you’d seen Taishiro in anything other than his hero costume or everyday clothing. Usually with Tai right next to you. Your face always burned as you bypassed the question. Sometimes Tai would laugh and drop his hand to the small of your back, making you stutter through your words even worse than you already were.

But that’s why you stared up at the hero as the party continued in full swing around you. You were a forty-minute train ride from your apartment. Tai’s place was a ten-minute cab ride. A notion he realized himself when he caught you trying to hide a yawn. He was already picked apart in the media; if the two of you left together and anyone saw you both enter his apartment? The media would have a fucking frenzy with it. Not to mention the fact that you didn’t think you’d be able to survive spending the night there. Not when your mind was very far in the gutter.

He’d asked you to dance earlier, and when the upbeat pop song changed to a slow, romantic one, you’d nearly sprinted from the dance floor. Except, to Tai, you were just two friends dancing. So he saw nothing weird about hooking an arm around your waist, pulling you close--so close that you could feel every dip and ridge of his muscles--and swaying to the music. You’d spent half the song praying he couldn’t hear or feel your thumping heart and the other half ignoring how fantastic his body felt against yours and how it made you feel.

“I’m really okay take the train back to my place, Tai; I don’t want to impose.”

“(Y/N),” he said as he leaned down and smiled his staple crooked smile, “you could never impose.”

You bit your lip. You really shouldn’t go home with him. That wouldn’t help your growing feelings. Not at all. But you couldn’t say no to him when he smiled at you like that. So you nodded, shoved down your feelings, and whispered an okay.

“Great!” He hooked an arm around your shoulders and steered you towards the exit. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, Tai.” Panic erupted in you.

“What?” He didn’t stop walking.

You could feel eyes on you as Tai hugged you close.

“We’ve only been here for a few hours; the party isn’t over yet.”

Tai frowned and stepped in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“(Y/N), you’re tired, and I’m starving. We don’t owe it to anyone to stay any longer. We’re allowed to leave.”

You knew that. But it didn’t give you enough time to gather and push down your feelings. Which were getting dangerously close to the surface as Tai stared at you, waiting for you to answer. You sighed, and he grinned.

“I know. Okay. Let’s go.”

You glanced back at the party-goers as you left, making eye contact with a reporter you recognized that loved to ask the more inappropriate questions. Have you two ever kissed? Have you ever had romantic thoughts about each other? Have you slept together? And Tai, the frustrating gentleman than he was, always answered the questions the same way. If we have, you would be the last to know. He never got mad at them. Most likely due to his determination to always maintain his cheery hero persona--one that seemed to just be him--but he always remained civil. Although there was one exception.

It was a few weeks back when the two of you had decided to patrol his neighborhood together. A slow day led to a reporter tracking you down and getting the scoop. Crime rates, All Might information, updates about Fat Gum’s agency. And then his eyes fell on you, and the questions started to dive into the territory they always did. How long have you two been friends again? Do you have a significant other? What are your thoughts on the costume restrictions heroes have? But then he did what most reporters did: dared a question he really should’ve kept to himself.

We’ve seen the way the two of you look at each other. There’s no way you two haven’t been...intimate. C’mon, give us the scoop. Is he as big as the rumor mill says?

Tai had his hand in the same spot he always did when he got that, as the media labeled it, protective aura about him. It twitched against your back before he leaned in, his smile dropping to a very clearly unamused line.

“I’m standing right here. Why don’t you ask me?” His brows pinched, and his hand closed around the back of your shirt. “Would you ask All Might and Endeavor the same question?”

That made the reporter break down to incomplete sentences, half apologies, and a half-hearted goodbye. Tai never commented on it after the fact, his smile slowly returning as you continued on your patrol route, hand staying on your back for the next few blocks before he needed a candy boost. Then it returned to his side as if nothing had happened. But that stayed with you. It’s what you thought of as you tried to ignore the weight of the reporter’s gaze on your back as you left.

Outside, the fall air whipped around you, and you wished you’d worn more than the bubble gum dispenser costume. Tight white shirt covered in poofy balls, a glittery red short skirt, knee-high white socks, and red heels to match the skirt. A small piece of painted cardboard read 25¢ was pinned to your skirt. It’d been Tai’s idea when you couldn’t come up with anything for the party. Well, he’d said candy dispenser, but you decided bubblegum faired better.

A cab pulled up within seconds of you stepping outside, and you eyed the BMI Hero. When the hell had he called that? You’d been with him nearly the entire night, and you’d never seen him use his phone.

You blushed as he held the door open for you. More so when he slid in next to you and his thigh pressed firm against yours. He gave the driver his address, and the cab took off. You prayed no one had seen the two of you climb in together. It was purely platonic. You knew that. But your anxiety? Your wandering thoughts? They didn’t. They made you hyperaware of his hand that had fallen next to yours, resting on the line between your thigh and his. His fingers nudged yours as the car went over a manhole cover.

You would’ve pulled away had you not loved the jolt of electricity each touch shot through you. Even if each one left you with the gut-twisting reminder that the two of you were never that. Never anything more than friends. Tai had made that clear, and you had as well; it was near impossible not to when interacting with the press. You glanced up at the hero as he lazily watched the passing building, eyes out the window without a car in the world--except maybe his growling stomach.

His smile was soft, features illuminated by the multicolored city lights. Blond hair that bounced with the car’s movement, barely contained under the tiny green costume cap. His eyes were lit with curiosity while maintaining his usual heroic level of observation. You knew without a shadow of a doubt, if someone was in danger, he’d be out of the cab before you could even tell the driver to pull over. Because he was good. All heroes, to some extent, were good. But Tai was good. So fucking good. You wanted him to lean over, cup your cheeks with his hands, and kiss you until the rest of the world washed away.

It made tears sting your eyes as a sharp pain found itself in your chest.

You forced yourself to look away and sniffled as quietly as you could manage.

This was getting out of hand.

A gentle tap on your leg made you turn towards Tai. Those alight eyes were on you now. A tiny crease between his brow as his mouth fell into a concerned line. He lifted a hand and you froze, biting your cheek to stop the gasp from leaving you when he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“You alright?”

No, you really, really weren’t.

“Yeah, sorry. Just yawned extra hard.” You hated lying to him. But you couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. “Made my nose a little runny.”

You tried a laugh, it came out awkward, but Tai smiled. So it worked well enough.

“You’re right off to bed then when we get home.”

You nodded and tore your gaze from his. It hurt too much otherwise. It was going to be agony sleeping at his place. And as soon as you got there--Tai far more nonchalant about exiting the cab and walking into the apartment complex than you--you knew you should’ve gone back to your place. The long train ride would’ve been worth it compared to the ache that shook your bones when you entered his comfy, warm apartment.

“If you’d like to shower, you’re more than welcome to. You can take my bed, I’ll take the couch. But, if you’re anywhere near as hungry as me, I’m going to whip up some snacks before turning in.” He grinned, pulling his hat off and tossing it on the kitchen counter.

“I-I’ll shower if that’s alright.”

It was both the deadliest and the safest option. Get away from Tai, wash away the tears that wanted to stain your cheeks, and get out of the costume that felt way too skimpy. But then you were in Tai’s shower. Not a guest shower. His. You stood under the warm water for about thirty seconds, eyes dancing around the bottles of soaps, clean washrag, razor, fluffy towels just on the outskirt of the shower, before you turned the temperature down.

You were going to need an ice bath to drown away the thoughts that were creeping in. You, stupidly, leaned against the shower wall. An image of Tai pinning you there, rolling his hips, grinding his thick, wide, throbbing-

“(Y/N)?” There was a gentle knock on the door. You jerked yourself underneath the icy water. “I grabbed some clothes for you to wear if you’d like. I’ll set them outside the door.”

“T-Thank you.”

You weren’t in the shower much longer after that.

Thankfully, Tai wasn’t anywhere near the door when you cracked it open and grabbed the clothes he had out for you. A stretchy black shirt and a pair of boxers made of the same material. You felt weird going without underwear or a bra, but you weren’t exactly fond of the idea of putting them back on. Hesitantly, you wrapped up your clothes and exited the bathroom. You sat them on his dresser, unsure where else to put them.

The entire apartment smelled like freshly baked cookies.

Instantly, your mouth watered.

“I have ice cream, fruit, some celery, and I made some cookies.” Tai held up a platter of chocolate chip cookies as his eyes fell on you.

“Uh, ice cream, I guess.” You walked nervously across his living room, aware of his gaze fixed on you all the way until you were by his side in the kitchen.

“Ice cream it is.” He cleared his throat before trading the cookie tray for a bowl.

Boy, did he have ice cream. His freezer was stocked with every flavor you could’ve imagined. And he had more than an assortment of toppings for you to use. He munched on a cookie as you scooped yourself a bowl of pecan caramel swirl, added a drizzle of chocolate sauce--Tai’s recommendation--and a dollop of whipped cream. You stood beside him, elbows against the kitchen counter, as you took tiny bites of the dessert.

He stood silently next to you, only on his second cookie, back against the counter. His shirt was growing see-through as it struggled to fit, and he glanced down at it. You smiled as he cursed under his breath and tugged the hem down, as if that were going to do anything. You were halfway through your bowl when he suddenly broke the silence.

“What were you crying about in the cab earlier?”

You nearly choked on your bite and had to take a moment to collect yourself.

“I- what?” You sat the spoon down. “I wasn’t crying.”

Tai frowned.

“If you’re worried about what the news is going to spin about us leaving together, I wouldn’t worry; all Might and Endeavor are scheduled to make appearances at the latter half of the party. That’s what all the talk will be about.”

“No, I don’t care about that.” You opened and closed your mouth. You’d been given an out, and your dumbass had spoken before you could stop yourself. “I mean, I do care. I don’t want them writing about something that isn’t their business.”

“So then what was it?” His voice was so soft, so delicate. “Did I do something? If I made you feel like you had to come here, if I pressured you at all, that wasn’t-”

“No, Tai, no. You didn’t do anything.”

Which was the truth. He hadn’t. You’d wanted him to kiss you, but that was your own fantasy creeping out. That wasn’t on him. It never would be.

You, mistakingly, lowered your gaze to his mouth where he frowned. And it lingered. You wanted him to kiss you. More than anything in the world. But he never would.

That sharp pain was back.

You stared down at your melting ice cream for a beat. Tears were beginning to well up, and you begged for them to disperse. This wasn’t your first time in Tai’s apartment, but it would be your first night. And you didn’t want to taint that, or the delicious scent of cookies, because of some stupid school-girl crush you had on him. Or throw away the almost year and a half of your friendship.

But a question was nagging at the back of your mind.

“Do you care?” You shifted your weight from foot to foot, eyes still on your ice cream. “You know, you never seem to really care what the media says about us- you. What they say about you.”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in his response. It made the pain more acute. Your friendship was the whole reason the media wrote about you.

“Maybe we shouldn’t hang out as often then.” The words left you before you could even process the sentiment in your mind.

For the first time--outside of combat--you noticed Tai’s expression switch to concern.

“What?” He almost looked offended, but you couldn’t tell. Sometimes he was a hard man to read.

“Well, they write about you cause we hang out so often. If we stopped, then they’d probably stop-”

“I don’t give a shit what they write about me.” He reached out, hand on your shoulder, and turned you so you were facing him. “I care about the fact that they always drag you into it.”

His hands balled into tight fists.

“I wanted to rip that reporter a new one a few weeks ago when he…” Tai let out a harsh breath. “That asshole.”

Another question, one the reporters have asked before, slid from you as you stared at the hero. You already knew his answer; he gave the same one every time. But still, you had to ask.

“Why are you so protective of me?” There was no malice in your voice. You never minded the behavior. In fact, it only complicated your feelings towards him.

Tai went quiet, and his expression morphed into something unreadable. You waited for his diplomatic and well-practiced response. She’s like a little sister to me. It was the answer he always gave the press back when you first became friends. But they stopped running with that after the third time he gave it. He stopped using it after month seven when they were firmly on the Does Fat Gum Have a Girlfriend? bit. Then it became cause it’s (Y/N); she’s one of my closest friends.

Finally, he spoke.

“I can’t tell you.” His jaw tensed.

You blinked at him. “What?”

He sat the third cookie he had picked up down on the tray and turned his back to you.

“You’re one of my closest friends, (Y/N); I’m not going to ruin that.”

You reached out and grabbed his sleeve. What the hell was his answer that he couldn’t tell you? And how bad was it that he thought it would ruin your friendship over? Did he think you were weak? That you couldn’t take care of yourself? Maybe he thought you were a charity case. That he’d boost his popularity if he hung out with a lower hero like yourself. The people would praise him, and it’d boost him up a few slots.

“Hey, Tai, talk to me. What’s going on?”

He stopped and peered over his shoulder.

“Tell me why you were crying in the cab.”

It was a staring contest. His yellow eyes seemed richer in his kitchen, and they searched yours like they were looking for buried treasure. All you had to do was lie. Just tell him you were thinking about some bullshit thing. That you were happy to have him as a friend. That you were grateful that he was letting you stay with him because you really hadn’t wanted to take the train home. Hell, you could’ve just said you had to sneeze, and it went away, and were too embarrassed to say anything. You could’ve fucking said anything, and it would’ve been better than what you did. Because all of that wouldn’t have been friendship-altering. It would’ve let you keep going, pretending everything was totally normal between you and him. That you weren’t completely infatuated with him. That you didn’t think about the way he would grin at you from across the room when you ran into each other at meetings with the police. Or how he’d bring special candy for you when you’d patrol together.

But you had to open your mouth. You had to respond. And the only thing that left it was the truth.

“Because I wanted you to kiss me.”

You wished your quirk allowed you to burst into flames. To just instantly combust. You would’ve preferred that to the silence that followed. It felt heavy. Uncomfortable. Your every nerve was on fire, anxiety boiled in your gut, you wanted to turn and run. You’d just thrown your entire friendship away because you couldn’t lie to the hero. You couldn’t keep your feelings to yourself.

“I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. I’m going to go change back into my clothes and catch the next train-”

“Are you lying to me?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tai continued. He turned towards you, eyes wide.

“Are you at all lying to me about wanting to kiss me?”

The pain in your chest doubled, and you swallowed hard.

“No,” you squeaked out.

“Oh, thank god.”

You registered Tai’s hands on your cheeks before anything else. They were soft, gentle yet demanding. Then came his body. Hard and warm and all-consuming against you. After that was the way his hair tickled your forehead. How your back arched and your fingers dug into his green shirt. Only then did you feel his mouth on yours. Same as his hands: soft, gentle, demanding.

Determined too. But you were all too awestruck to recognize that one. Because Tai was kissing you. You were standing in his kitchen, in his clothes, while he kissed you. You would’ve stepped back in awe had you not feared it would’ve broken the kiss. So you didn’t. You stayed right in his arms, deepening the kiss, sighing as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip. Tongues touched--only briefly--and you gasped.

Tai broke the kiss there. His forehead fell against yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met.”

He huffed, and you licked your lips. They tasted like cookies and ice cream. Chocolate and pecan. Like all the dreams you’d had of him all combined into one. It was...perfect. He was perfect. Your mind came to a standstill.

“What?”

Tai smiled gently, his laugh just as soft as his grin. “Do I need to kiss you again? Because I’m okay making that sacrifice for you to get it.”

“No- I mean yes.” You held on tight to his costume. “I want you to kiss me again. Badly. I’m just...confused.”

Tai pinched your chin, and amusement clouded his features.

“Confused about what?” He cocked his head to the side.

“I just don’t understand why you...you know….”

“Kissed you?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times.

I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met.

There was a lot to unpack there. There was a lot you wanted him to share. To disclose. You wanted a monologue on what that meant. Every last detail. Every last thought he had about you. Because he’d kissed you. Kissed you.

Suddenly, a faint pink dusted over Tai’s cheeks, and he backed away. He rubbed his hand on the back of his head, and his gaze fell to the floor. You’d seen Tai be bashful during interviews when asked about his heroics. But never in this context. Never in regards to you.

“I like you,” he whispered. “Much more than a friend.”

He stepped back, very clearly an act to put space between you. The blush staining his cheeks deepened, and he laughed. It was all nerves, and a strange sense of relief washed over you. You weren’t the only one who felt like their heart was going to burst from their chest. Or that you were practically floating on air as Tai’s kiss lingered on your lips.

Your brows pinched upwards, and you bit your lip.

“It’s…” He laughed dryly. “It’s been agony keeping that to myself. Like dancing with you tonight was a sweet torture.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, mouth gaping open ever so slightly.

“Or seeing you in my clothes.”

You hugged yourself, feeling your cheeks heat. Processing what Tai was saying made for a strange feat. You couldn’t quite believe it. He liked you. He really liked you. And he’d liked you since...so during your entire friendship…

An onslaught of different memories slammed into you at once. When he rested his hand on the small of your back, touch gentle and tender. How he’d lean close when you’d talk or always sit beside you during meetings. When you watched movies together, it didn’t matter what form he was in or what location you’d found yourself at--theater or couch--he always had a part of him touching you. Thigh against thigh, elbow against elbow, hands grazing hands. How he’d held you close while dancing, hands dancing the line between friendly and testing. You’d never thought anything of it because you’d never wanted to hope.

Tai muttered your name, and it was only then that you realized you hadn’t said anything.

You’d left him standing there in silence, stewing in whatever emotions were swirling about him.

“This whole time?” You scoffed. “This whole time?”

“Yeah, this whole time. I wanted to ask you out, but...then we got cornered by that reporter, and they asked if we were a couple, and we both denied it. So, I figured the feelings weren’t reciprocated.”

You knew exactly what time he was talking about. It’d been two weeks after you two had first met--your agencies had decided to team up as a way to boost morale in the local areas, so you’d had a meeting with Tai and his sidekicks, sparking your friendship. You were patrolling, the typical activity that brought extra gazes and whispers, cheers and claps, cameras, and waiting pens. Tai had asked if you’d join him, letting your sidekicks go off down the side streets while the two of you wandered down the main roads.

There was idle conversation, the usual get-to-know-you questions where you scratched only the surface level and attempted to make each other laugh and smile. You were heroes, after all, you had to look the part. And as your heart beat a little faster and your cheeks burned a little hotter, you did your best to make a good first impression. One that, when a local reporter spotted the two of you, had her diving into your newfound friendship with the hero--as well as a few other things.

You two seem to really be hitting it off.

Are you going to patrol together like this in the future?

It’s so hard for heroes to have free time, so it’s always good to see you having fun together while still keeping the streets safe.

You’ve been spending a lot of time together the past couple of days. Perhaps there’s something more there than two heroes doing their due diligence?

Tai had raised his hands and you spoke at the same time.

“No, no, we’re just friends.”

“Oh, no, Fat and I are just friends.”

But what else were you supposed to say? Yeah, I have a crush on the hero next to me, and I want to potentially ruin our budding friendship over something that could be nothing? You were heroes. You weren’t allowed that leniency. And you certainly weren’t allowed to express that to the media. That’d be a shitstorm.

But he’d...all that time you could’ve been together.

“They were reciprocated.” You tugged at the bottom of your--aka Tai’s--shirt. “They were very much reciprocated.”

Tai matched your nervous idleness and poked at a cookie.

“So, what now?”

The ultimate question. You’d kissed, you’d confessed; there was no going back from that. Forward was the only option, except forward was a road of bumps and potholes and uneven tar. You could try and pretend the last few minutes hadn’t happened. But, as you took in his concerned, impatient expression, lips capturing his bottom lip, anxious and embarrassed blush, you knew you couldn’t put the night behind you. There was definitely no going back to normal.

But you didn’t want to go back to normal.

Not in the slightest.

You took a careful breath and eyed the hero. Now wasn’t the time for hesitancy. Now wasn’t the time for the same cowardice you’d felt for the past year. Year. Over a year of pent-up, frustrated, unresolved feelings. No. Now was the time to press the gas, floor it down the highway, and let the airbags cushion however this crashed and burned.

Now was the time for bravery.

“Now I think it’s time for bed, don’t you?”

You clenched your jaw, willing Tai to understand the innuendo. Bravery or not, you weren’t sure if you could say the actual words. Not to his face. Not when he was standing there looking at you so bashfully, body covered in a material so thin and so tight that it was practically begging to be ripped off. You wanted to kiss him again. Every damn inch.

Tai didn’t seem to be breathing, mirroring your own dilemma as you stood there. So you turned and took a few steps towards his bedroom.

“Aren’t you coming?”

It took a second for the words to sink in, to process in Tai’s mind. But as soon as they did, he was after you. You were all but three steps closer to his room when you heard the pads of his feet against the wooden floor, and suddenly you were swept off your feet. You yelped as Tai threw you over his shoulder, arm around your waist to hold you still. Any squirming went ignored and, just as suddenly as you’d been picked up, Tai was dropping you onto his bed.

“Oh, I certainly am.” He pressed his mouth to yours, hands clutching your waist as if that were the only spot they were allowed to go as he climbed atop you. “But you most certainly are.”

Oh. A wave of something washed over you. Embarrassment? Excitement? You gasped as Tai’s body seemed to morph perfectly with yours. He pressed you into the bed, fingers surely to leave bruises, knees nudging yours apart just enough so he could fit between them. It was like something out of a fantasy. He felt phenomenal against you. You never wanted it to end. But--fuck--you needed him to do something besides kiss you. You needed more than the teasing swipe of his tongue against your lips. Of the hands that wouldn’t budge. Of the fact that even though he seemed to have nearly every inch of himself against you, his hips hovered above yours. A knee kept him propped, preventing a rather alluring part of him from touching you.

Desperately, you tugged on his shirt, and he obliged, tentatively. Realization dawned on you as he shifted back onto his knees. He was taking it slow. Wherever the night was leading, he wanted to take his time getting there. That pain from earlier twinged in your chest at the fear of this being a one-night-only event. Tai didn’t seem like a one-night-stand type of guy, but this was a wholly unique scenario. Expectations were up in the air just like his arms were and-

Rational thoughts were gone as soon as Tai’s shirt was stripped from him.

His smirk was a mixture of shyness and smugness. He sat still as your eyes scanned his naked torso. His abs flexed when you lingered there, and you quickly continued, which was a fool’s errand. That brought you below the belt. That reminded you of why tights were called tight...and why so many people were interested in knowing what Tai looked like naked. He stood over eight feet tall when he was in his usual form, and that made people curious.

And you were looking right at that curiosity.

Hard, long, and thick, trapped in what looked like an uncomfortable green prison. Subconsciously, you reached forward, but a hand on your wrist stopped you. You met Tai’s yellow eyes, and he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Not tonight.” He lowered himself back down and finally let his hips press against yours. He was massive. “It’ll take some working up to.”

He rolled his hips and ground against you in all the right places. You whined in pleasure and in protest, but that only made Tai chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to stretch you good tonight.” He kissed along your jaw sloppily. “I’ve been dreaming about all the things I’d love to do with you. I plan on making those happen.”

He sunk his teeth into your neck with a harsh sting before pulling away. He huffed, face red and chest expanded.

“If that’s alright with you.” He searched your gaze. “If you want to stop-”

“No, for fuck’s sake, no. Please. I do not. I very much do not.”

Tai chuckled, nodded, and slid a hand beneath your shirt. He took his sweet time lifting it, making sure to leave kisses up your stomach in his wake. Your skin tingled and burned under his touch until cold air rushed against your chest, and you glanced down. Tai hovered over your chest, tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes locked on yours with the look of pure bliss. Like he’d laid eyes upon an angel or a god, and no you. He groaned, full-body shaking, before he leaned down and gave one of your embarrassingly hard nipples the lightest kiss.

Then another. And another.

Instantaneously, it seemed, you were moaning his name. So that’s where he stayed, listening to his name on your lips as your back arched and you tried to push yourself further against him. A hand found its way beside his mouth, and as he licked and sucked and kissed and the fingers pinched and twisted, nudging and circling. He treated them with the same delicacy one might that bundle of nerves that was between your legs, and it made your body tremble. It was like you were a present entrapped with ribbons and bows, and he was untying them with each delicate swipe of his fingers and tongue.

“Please,” you whined, and Tai dragged his teeth over one nipple, causing you to suck in a breath through your teeth. You rolled your hips against him, earning a muttered curse before that sweet smile was back.

“Forgive me,” he said as he started to kiss lower and lower, retracing his earlier steps, “if I want to savor what I’ve been wanting for so long.”

He stopped, shoulders between your legs, fingers curling into the waistband of the boxers you wore. He waited, and when you lifted your hips, he slid them down. The quiet fuck he let out as his eyes shot to your cunt made you shiver. Apparently, he hadn’t expected you to be without underwear, and you were thankful for that decision.

His hands slid up your thighs as he practically folded you, pressing your knees to your stomach, his hands in a vice grip underneath your knees, and your face burned as he pinned you in place. An easy feat for him. His blond hair tickled your skin as he hovered over your cunt, breath quick to follow. It was shallow, warm. Then a hand left your leg, and his fingers danced over your cunt. Once, twice, three times before he spread your folds and sighed. Hard and heavy. You could feel how wet you were, and you knew you were giving Tai a show as you squirmed beneath his gaze.

Then his thumb swiped over your clit, and your entire body jolted. Again. Again. And again. Slow circles that made you press your head back against the mattress, clamp your eyes shut, ignore the feeling of gushing that was building between your legs.

“Please,” he said, voice strained as his thumb moved a bit faster. “I’ve been craving you for so long. Please, let me feast.”

That ripped through you, head to toe, and all you could do was moan, squirm, and nod your head.

And then Tai’s mouth replaced his thumb, and you thought you were going to combust. He kept your legs pinned to you, hips pressed firmly into the bed, folds spread as he kept true to his word: he feasted. It reminded you of the time you’d gotten ice cream on a particularly hot patrolling meet-up. Fat had his hood-off, his quirk half-used, and he was craving the dessert. So, you’d stopped and gotten two cones. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him eat ice cream, but most of the time, it was in his full hero form, so he would just practically inhale the damn thing.

This time he savored it. Each lick and swirl of his tongue, every nibble on the cone, even the quick darts of cleaning the corners of his mouth. It made the butterflies in your stomach swarm south. You had to sit with your legs crossed tight just to satiate the pressure even the slightest bit.

And that’s what it felt like here. Like you were the damn cone of ice cream that he was devouring. Savoring. Trying to get every ounce before it dripped off the cone.

You cried out his name as his teeth grazed your clit, and he chuckled, the vibrations rocking your body to its core. And then his tongue dipped lower. It prodded at your entrance teasingly. Tai laughed again, and you fought the grip he held on your legs. He felt so good, so damn good. It was a thousand times better than you’d ever imagined Than you’d ever had from past significant others.

He switched again, mouth returning to your clit, tongue pressing flat against the bundle of nerves, as his fingers circled your entrance. Your eyes widened. You’d admired Tai’s fingers a multitude of times. They weren’t piano fingers. They were thick, huge, and practically deadly fingers. And they felt just as much when he pushed the first one into you. He didn’t wait to curl it, searching for your sweet spot slowly but surely, memorizing each sound the movements pulled from you.

You were stretching around his finger, a tightening building in your stomach that you knew was fast approaching. You tried to say something to the hero, but the burn that accompanied a second finger pushing into you silenced you. A moan took the place of the words as he scissored his fingers, wiggled them playfully. His pace slowed, though, and his fingers pumped a lazy pace that matched his tongue. Slow licks like you were the damn ice cream cone and just as slow pumps where his fingers hit your sweet spot the same agonizingly wonderful way each time.

You wanted to kick your feet out, but Tai kept you in place. It was near irritating how good it felt because he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t trying to rush your high, or chase it down like desperate lovers might during their first rendezvous. He wanted you to feel it in every nerve ending; to make your toes curl, your eyes clamp shut, body tremble like a damn earthquake before you were even near the edge. You were slicked with sweat beneath him, the sounds of his fingers and mouth lapping at you sloppy in the room. It was unbearable. You squeezed his fingers and clawed at the blankets beneath you. It felt so fucking good.

Abruptly, as tears slid down your cheeks, you came.

Tai’s pace remained all the same as you bucked your hips and moaned so raw you were surprised the next breath hadn’t hurt. You felt it in every inch of your body. It was like a searing, delicious, all-consuming liquid ecstasy. You never wanted it to end. And Tai was damn well going to drag it on for as long as he could, staying between your legs until the pleasure turned sharp and your hands found their way into his hair, yanking up until your eyes met.

Wetness dripped from his chin as he brought his fingers to a stop. He gave you a crooked grin and licked his swollen lips. His fingers left you with a soft squelch. He made a show out of bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Tai,” you murmured. There was a plea in your voice that you knew he understood. You wanted more. You wanted him.

“(Y/N),” he responded. He said your name perfectly. It made you melt into the bed. He crawled up your body, gently lowering your legs until you caged him in. He rolled his hips, letting you feel every long and hard inch of him. “You can beg for it all you want tonight, but you won’t be able to take me.”

You whimpered as he grazed your clit. You knew he was right, but all logical senses were clouded. There was no stopping the second please the slipped from you. He chuckled softly, mouth dropping by your ear.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be just as needy for my cock as the reporters?” He snaked a hand between you and thumbed the waistband of his tights.

He shed himself of the tights with more ease than you were expecting given your position. But that could’ve also been due to a lack of brain function as it seemed to completely stall at the sight of Tai. Yeah, there was no way the two of you were fucking. He was huge. His bashfulness was back as you sat up, eyeing his cock unapologetically.

You reached out and traced a thick vein with your finger. Tai nearly doubled over, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder for support as he stuttered out your name. Still blissed out, you didn’t think before fisting him, dragging your hand along his shafts with lazy pumps. His hand on your shoulder dug into your skin, and you drew your thumb along his slit, relishing in the way his entire body tensed.

Unlike how Tai had with you, there was no self-control or restraint when it came to him. You abandoned the languid movements as soon as Tai moaned your name, driven by each little react he gave you. You may not have been able to fuck, but you were damn well going to get off with him. The sight of him squirming beneath your touch...well...you could understand why his eyes were glued to you when he was devouring you.

As you went to drop a hand between your legs, Tai reached out and stopped you.

His arm was around your waist, and the room spun as he flipped you. You gasped as Tai rightened you on his lap. He was beneath you, where you’d once been laying on his bed, hands on your waist as he guided you down to your knees. He pressed his head back as you instinctively adjusted yourself, accidentally dragging your cunt along his erection.

“That,” he moaned. “Keep doing that.”

He shifted until a hand rested on your lower stomach and his thumb found your swollen clit. You rolled your hips, twitching slightly as he swiped his thumb over your clit with precise stroke.

“And I’ll keep doing that.” He watched you as you nodded. “That’s it, that’s my girl.”

So you did. You followed his instruction, dragging yourself along his cock, his thumb working you closer and closer to your second high. But you didn’t want to cum before him, and your hips were growing sloppier with each swipe of his damn thumb. You tried to say his name as a warning, but he only picked up his pace, his heels digging into the bed as he pressed his cock harder against you. The image of him doing the same, but with his cock slamming inside you, hitting all the right places, hard and throbbing like it was now, it pushed you over the edge.

You practically sobbed his name as you came, and Tai’s hand on your waist was the only thing that kept you upright as you tensed. Through the high of it, as you clenched your jaw and dragged your nails down his chest, his cock twitched, and he kicked the mattress as he lifted himself off the bed. You forced your eyes open as he came, white spurting across his stomach, eyes shut tight, teeth in his bottom lip so hard you thought he was going to draw blood. His hair was plastered to his forehead, sweat slicked his skin just like it did yours, and every muscle in his body was flexed.

When he finally relaxed his grip, you fell beside him on the bed, his arm beneath you. Minutes passed as you caught your breath. Tai was the one to break the silence.

“Tomorrow night.” He rolled over so he could face you. “After patrolling, there’s a showing of My Neighbor Totoro at nine. Please let me take you out on a real date.”

You swallowed the knot in your throat.

“What if we get asked about it? Or if someone saw us go home together tonight?”

“Then I get to tell them to piss off and stop bothering us because I finally get to take my crush out on a date.”

Your cheeks heated, and you brought your mouth to his in a gentle kiss. He smiled.

“If you’re okay with me saying that, of course, I don’t want to-”

“Yes, I am, I very much am.”

Tai’s smile deepened, and you matched it. All felt right in his arms, all felt right when you kissed him. It was perfect. He was perfect. He-

A low rumbling filled the room, and a dark red covered Tai’s cheeks.

He was starving.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up,” you whispered. “And then finish the cookies you made.”

He grinned.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The process of Wet Catification of Arthur Lester 💕