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Hiiii I have a question , I really don't want this to come off as pushy btw but do you know when/ if you'll update on air or why do we keep playing these games , they are two of my fav fics so I was just curious? Love your writing !!!!

Don’t worry, you weren’t pushy at all!!

This ask kicked me in the ass to get the next chapter of Why do we Keep Playing These Games done! Find it here! I’m still working on the series and have a plan for the end!

As for On Air, that fic is straight up a vent fic about my job that just so happens to involve polyamory with Arcane characters. The next chapter is a rough one based on a traumatizing experience on the job, so it’s taking a bit longer to finish.

It makes me so happy that people really enjoy the fics! I’m gonna try updating WDWKPTG on a more regular basis, but my school starts in two weeks. We’ll see how long that lasts. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Thank you for reading!!

[a99jazzybean]

Why do we Keep Playing These Games?

Chapter 14: Opening Up

Masterlist/ Prev. Ch

synop: College TA au

Jayce Talis... He's your unrequited sworn enemy. You are the object of his obsessive affections. After discovering your disdain toward him, He decides to win your heart... Through playing games. Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want. You'll take him up on the bet, but what will happen if he wins?

words: 4.9K

includes: jaycexfem!reader, fluff, angst, first date, kissing

a/n: I'm not done with this fic!! I have plans for it's end! Date Everything just took over my mind a bit!

Throwin' a lil bit of angst in there. Enjoy! This chap is sfw!

As much as you could in skates, you stormed up to the two. Eyes narrowed as you glared at them. Mel and Viktor began sweating under your heated gaze. 

“Funny seeing you here, darling!” Mel composed herself with a polite smile. 

“Yeah, funny.” You looked between the two of them. 

A warm hand on your shoulder had your expression softening. 

“I’m gonna go get us some food, kay?” Jayce said, placing a kiss to your cheek.  

The tender action had your face blooming red. 

“Uh, yeah. That’s cool.” You mumble. 

Mel and Viktor shared a look and a smirk. Both leaned on their elbows as you slid into the booth on the other side. 

“So…” Mel began.

“How’s the date?” Viktor finished for her. 

Both were wearing shit-eating grins that had your blood pressure spiking. The red on your face had yet to dissipate. 

“It’s good.” You grumbled. “Why are you here?” You narrowed your eyes at them.

“Us?” Viktor asked with feigned ignorance. 

“Oh we just love the skate rink.” Mel lied, holding back a chuckle. 

“Are you stalking Jayce and I?” You asked pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Whaaat?” Viktor looked away from you. “Stalking? Us? Never.” 

“This place is just…” Mel looked around the space. “Perfect for people watching.” 

“Yeah. Like watching me.” You said, angry glare still plastered on your face. 

“Don’t forget Jayce.” Viktor added. 

“So you did come here to watch us?” 

“Obviously.” Viktor said.

“Just wanted to see if either of you would crash and burn. Seemed like you almost crashed a couple of times.” Mel teased. 

“I’m not entertainment for you guys.” Letting out a huff, you grumbled.

“I don’t know, it was pretty entertaining to watch you guys out there.” Viktor chuckled. 

“You cannot just expect us to not want to see what goes down between the two of you.” Mel added. 

“I think I can reasonably expect some semblance of privacy.” You slumped down into the booth cushion. 

“Look, you go from absolutely despising the guy to head over heels in a matter of a few months. I just want to see why.” Mel shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. 

“I’ve told you why.” You whined out.

“Seeing is believing, I suppose.” Viktor said. 

“You guys are the fucking worst.” 

“And you love us regardless.” Mel said, then eyed Viktor. “Some of us more than others it seems.” 

The red on your face grew even darker. Clenching your fists, you let out a long sigh. 

“I told you that in confidence, Mel.”

“Oh please, as if Viktor didn’t tell me himself.” 

You shot a glare at the man. 

“So you can share our collective escapades with Mel, but I can’t? A bit hypocritical, me thinks.” He sent a challenging look your way, brow raised.

He had a point, you guessed.

“What’s hypocritical?” Jayce had returned to the table, holding pretzels and drinks. 

“Oh, just that our friend here has willingly shared her adventures with Mel. Yet, she appears upset that I too have done the same.”

“Adventures?” Jayce looked confused, then it hit him. Red bloomed on his cheeks. “You told Mel?” He squeaked out. 

“Yes, I told Mel. She’s my best friend.” You defended yourself. 

“Oh Jayce, you are no better.” Viktor chided. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“You know I’ve told Viktor stuff.” Jayce said. 

“Oh, right.” You didn’t know where to go from this.

“If it helps, I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy your company if he hadn’t told me.” 

“‘Enjoy your company?’” Mel rolled her eyes. “So am I going to be able to get in on this…” She waved between the three of you. “Or is it just a three way?”

“Mmm… I see it as more of a two way that I just so happen to participate in.” Viktor teased, grin growing as he watched the red on you and Jayce’s faces darken. 

“Okay!” You pushed yourself up. “I think we should be off.” You nudged Jayce, desperate to get away from this conversation. 

“But we haven’t eaten anything.” Jayce said.

“I’ve lost my appetite.” 

“Oh please! Do stay! We have so much to catch up on!” Viktor motioned for you to sit down. 

Practically growling, you shook your head at him. 

Jayce gave you that disappointed puppy dog-eyed look. Bottom lip slightly protruding in a pout. Sighing, you touched his shoulder. You realized that he probably thought you were ending the night. Which was something you definitely didn’t want to do. 

“We can take it with us.” 

“Where?” He asked.

“Anywhere but here.” You shot a glare at your other two friends.

“Aww, but we were having so much fun?” Viktor teased. 

At your reassurance that the date would continue, Jayce perked up. Shuffling out of the booth, he let you exit. 

“Have a good night, you two!” Mel waved you off, then turned to Viktor with a snicker. 

Those two. You shook your head, then readied yourself to leave. Ever the gentleman, Jayce helped you take off the skates. Both of you returned them to the rental booth, met with the pirate attendant again. 

“Leaving so soon mateys?” He asked as you placed the skates on the counter.

“Yup, got other plans…” You trailed, looking up at Jayce. 

“You do?” Jayce asked. “I thought I was planning the date.” 

“You did.” You said with a shrug. 

“And I didn’t have anything else planned…” He trailed. 

The attendant looked between the two of you with a confused gaze. Deciding it was none of his business, he grabbed the skates and sent you on your way. 

As you exited the skate rink, you let out a sigh of relief. You knew Viktor and Mel were only teasing, but their presence felt almost patronizing. As if they didn’t actually believe you could manage to last on a date with Jayce. Sure, you had mostly played board games and hooked up with him. However, there were still plenty of tender moments you had already shared. This date night was no different. In fact, it was honestly the start of something new. At least that’s how you felt. 

Perhaps it was silly. For goodness sake, you already practically fucked the guy. Yet, here you were, feeling as if you had taken a new step in your relationship with him. The thought had you pausing. Your relationship. What did this mean for you? This newfound willingness to be closer to him. 

With just physicality you were able to push away the personal. This though, actually going out. Being seen together in public like this. That was something entirely different, somehow more intimate than one would normally believe. 

Looking at Jayce, you realized he had been watching you. Hazel eyes trying to read the fury that was your mind once more. It seemed like he was always trying to learn more about you. You didn’t know how to feel about that. In the past it felt intrusive, but now it felt… safe. He never expected you to tell him what was going on in your head. Granting you the patience and grace you had craved for a long time. However, there was a guilty part of you that felt as if you were taking advantage of this willingness. 

Allowing you to do as you wished with him and his body, all the while you barely offered anything in return. Life wasn’t fair, but you weren’t “life”. You could choose to give him more. Yet, all you felt you could offer was your own body. Just the physical, never the inside. 

You knew that he wanted more. He was terrible at hiding that flash of disappointment whenever you didn’t give him what he wished for. 

“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?” You broke the silence that had fallen between you.

Reaching the car, Jayce opened the passenger side door for you. Entering and sitting in the driver’s seat, he nodded. 

“I always do.” He said softly.

“Why?”

“I feel like we keep having this conversation.” He let out a sigh. “Have you never had anyone want to get to know you?” 

“Not really.” You shrugged. “I mean, I only have Mel and Viktor as friends.” 

“They’re both curious people.” 

“I guess. Friends, I guess have wanted to get to know me. Never lovers.” 

“Lovers?” 

“Is that not what we are?” You asked. “You know, people that mess around together.” 

“Mess around…” Jayce trailed, then sucked his teeth in thought.“Why did you want me to take you on a date?” 

Biting your lip, you thought on it. Why did you? You hadn’t really put too much thought on it. 

“I guess I thought it was appropriate.” You leaned your head back on the headrest, turning to look at him. “We’ve done so much, but we haven’t actually gone out together.” 

“So you only asked because it was appropriate?” He sounded hurt. Shit, you fucked up.

“I-I guess.” You slid down in the seat, scrunching your eyes shut. Frustrated at your lack of tact. “I’m not good at this kind of thing, Jayce.”

“What do you mean?” He decided not to press too hard. You were granting him one of those brief moments of allowing him inside.

“I don’t date. Haven’t dated, really. So, I’m not an expert on how this is supposed to go.” You let out a sigh, trying to push away a tightness that was growing in your chest. “I just thought this was what was supposed to happen. Considering we had skipped this step.” 

“I don’t believe any part of how we’ve been going about this is necessarily conventional.” Jayce let out an airy laugh. “I don’t want you to ask me to do things because you feel it’s ‘appropriate’.” 

“I wanted to go on a date with you too.” You admitted. “Just because I thought it was what we should do doesn’t mean I didn’t want this.”

“So do you actually want to continue this date?” He asked. 

“I do.” 

Jayce started the car and pulled out of the lot. He didn’t say where he was taking you, but it didn’t really matter to you. You were glad that your night wasn’t over just yet. 

Grumbling came from your stomach, making Jayce chuckle. He motioned to the pretzels and drinks on the console, which you gladly partook in. Ripping a piece off the warm pretzel, you popped it into your mouth. While it wasn’t the best pretzel, it was fairly good for your hungry stomach. 

“Mind giving me some?” Jayce asked. 

“Sure.”

You pulled off a piece, then held it to his mouth. Lightly, he took the piece between his lips. His teeth slightly nipped at your thumb. A move that could’ve been seen as accidental, but was clearly purposeful based on his cheeky grin. It had your cheeks flaring red, which only made the grin grow wider.

A comfortable silence fell on you in the car. Jayce turned on the radio at a low volume. Leaning on your arm, you looked through the window as the city blurred by. Eyes watching as various people wandered the streets, focusing on the interiors of stores, looking at cars that passed by. Each one with various stories, participating in some unique nighttime activity of their own. Looking over your shoulder at Jayce, you wondered what his story was. How was this night going for him? 

“What are you thinking about right now?” You asked him.

Eyeing you from his peripheral, he smiled softly. His heart bloomed at the thought of you thinking about him.

“You.”

“What about me?” You felt your heart swell. How was it so easy for him to be so casual about his affections?

“That I’m happy. Tonight has been nice. Minus the intrusion from our friends.” He paused. “Even then, the interruption was somewhat entertaining.” 

“For you, maybe.” You huffed. 

“I don’t blame them for being curious.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I guess.” You conceded. “So you’re happy with tonight then?”

“Yes. Is that hard to believe?” 

“I don’t know. Again, I’m not really good at dating.” You said. 

“I’m enjoying myself. There’s no skillset needed for dating.”

“I don’t know. I feel like some dates require a skill-level of some variety.” You teased. 

“Semantics.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re wonderful. Don’t worry about being ‘good’ or not. I’m enjoying myself. That should be enough.” 

“Well, I’m glad you are.” 

Your view returned to the window, you realized you had exited the city at this point. Fields lit by moonlight passed by as you entered the interstate. 

“Where are we going?” You asked Jayce.

“There’s a spot I think you’re going to like. It’s impromptu, but I’m not ready for the night to end.” 

“Me neither.” You shot him a sweet smile. 

After a few more miles, Jayce pulled into the parking lot of a small park located in the middle of nowhere. Shutting off the car, he turned to you. A warm hand reached for your cheek. Leaning in, you allowed him to kiss you. Warm lips met yours with soft pressure. As he pressed his lips to yours, his thumb lightly caressed your cheek lovingly. Involuntarily, you hummed with content. Jayce felt good. Kissing Jayce felt good. 

This was becoming almost too natural for you. That cynical part of you was rearing its ugly head in the back of your mind. Whispering for you to stop this. To remember what had kept you away from Jayce in the first place. Fuck that. You spat back at the voice in your mind. No, you wanted this. Petty beef be damned, you were going to let that shit go. Fuck the competitive nature. Fuck having him be your enemy. You had already admitted to yourself you wanted Jayce physically. Just admit it all at this point. You didn’t just want Jayce to fuck you. You WANTED Jayce. Him, all of him. 

Pressing a deeper kiss to his lips, you crawled over the car’s center console. Jayce’s eyes opened wide as you crawled into his lap. Straddling him, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Hot kisses trailed down Jayce’s chin and throat, making him groan. Finding his sweet spot, you nipped at his skin. Beneath you, his hips jolted. A prominent bulge had formed in his pants. Before your hips could grind against his, strong hands stopped you from moving.

Pulling away, Jayce looked into your eyes. The glimmer of affection in his hazel irises had your heart jolting. Suddenly, you felt the need to stop. The revelations that you had just come to dissipated. Instead replaced by concern. 

There was no denying, you wanted him. However, did you really want him to know that? To allow yourself to give in to those feelings so easily. Chilling fear shot through your person. You could get hurt. The phrase circled in your mind, a loop of anxiety that had your chest tightening. How did things change so quickly for you? 

Why was it when you came to your own conclusions you were so confident? Yet, as soon as Jayce followed your feelings, you felt the need to jump. To flee at the mere sight of his deep affections for you. 

When it was just you, you were safe. Jayce joining in meant you had to rely on someone other than yourself to share those same feelings. Something you could never fully trust. 

Seeing the shift in your eyes, Jayce reached for your cheek. Worry furrowed his brow. 

“What’s going on?” He asked softly. 

Here it was again. One of those moments that you could actually be vulnerable with him. Push away the fear and just open up. No, keep hiding.

Shutting your eyes, you let out a long breath through your nose. No, sooner or later you needed to talk. Do. It. Now.

“Jayce…” You spoke softly. “I’m scared.” 

You opened your eyes, the sight of his worry had your heart jolting. Feeling like a cornered rabbit, you wanted to scurry away from him. However, you forced yourself to stay there facing him. 

“I’m not being fair to you.” You glanced away from him. “I’ve never been fair to you.” You admitted. 

“Many things aren’t fair.” 

“But I chose to be unfair to you.”

“I don’t think so. You’re just cautious.” While you appreciated him trying to ease your concerns, you knew he was wrong.

“No, I’m being cruel. I’ve always been cruel to you.” Biting your lip, you tried to find the right words to continue. “I can’t fucking tell you anything, but you’re so willing to give your kindness to me.” 

“You’re not cruel.” 

“Jayce, c’mon. Don’t try to bullshit me. We both know I have treated you like absolute garbage.” 

“I feel like you’ve made it up at this point.” He said, sincerity sparkling in his eyes. 

“I shouldn’t have had to make it up to you!” You let out a frustrated huff. “Because I shouldn’t have done it to you in the first place!” You poked into his chest. “I know you want this to be ‘water under the bridge’, but I can’t let it be.” 

“Why not? That’s how I see it.” 

“Because… because…” You were drawing a blank. 

“Hey.” He cupped your face gently. “Do you think that you’re trying to find ways to make up whatever wrongs you feel that you believe you have done to me, to try and avoid something?” 

Clenching your jaw, you tried to come up with a rebuttal. As you looked into his eyes, you softened. He was right. It wasn’t him that you were trying to avoid. It was yourself. Forcing yourself to accept what Jayce was offering you. You couldn’t, or at least felt that you couldn’t. So you could try and push on this narrative that you owed it to him to make up for something that he had forgiven you for ages ago. 

“I guess I am.” You looked down, but he wouldn’t let you.

His hand gripped your chin, pulling you to look back at him. 

“What are you avoiding?” His eyes pleaded with yours. Begging you to finally just tell him. 

A sour taste filled your mouth, but you swallowed it down thickly. Closing your eyes, you let out a long breath. Opening them, you were met with that sweet concern in Jayce’s eyes. 

“I…” You clenched your fists, frustrated that you couldn’t just spit it out. “I, urgh!” You let out a frustrated huff, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Why was this so hard?

“Hey, hey.” He spoke gently. “It’s okay.” 

Nodding, you took in a deep breath. 

“I don’t think I deserve this. Deserve to be with someone like you.” You bit your lip, turning away from him. “It’s so fucking cliche, and dumb.” 

“Why do you think that?” His voice was soft, as if he was afraid being louder would scare you off. 

“I mean I told, I’ve been so fucking mean to you.”

“And I’ve told you, I forgive you. Why is it so hard for you to accept that?”

“I have done NOTHING to earn your forgiveness.” You dropped your head into your hands.

“You’ve done plenty. You’ve done the bare minimum of apologizing.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Sometimes, it feels like you want me to not forgive you. To hold a grudge.” 

“Maybe we’d be even that way?” You admitted softly.

“Because you held a grudge against me all of these years?” He almost seemed amused now. 

“Yes…”

“I don’t think your grudge was against me.” His words had you perking up, cocking your head with curiosity.

“You didn’t even know me.” He stopped you from trying to interject with a raised hand. “It was your idea of me that you were fighting against.” 

“And what exactly was my idea of you?” He might have a point…

“I don’t know. You never really told me why you disliked me so much.” 

“Do you even want to know?” The thought had you worrying. Could you ruin things if you were honest about your feelings. 

“I do.” He cupped your face. “You clearly don’t feel that way anymore. So, I’d like to know what was so off-putting about me.”

“You’re really challenging me tonight, you know that?” You tried to deflect.

“Is that really such a bad thing?” He wasn’t going to fall for your attempt at shifting the conversation. 

“I guess not.” “Now, tell me. Why did you hate me so much?” He gave you a toothy grin, wanting to ease your nerves. 

Warm hands planted on your waist traced circles against your skin in a comforting way. 

Sighing with an airy laugh, you looked at him with a soft smile.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope. Lay it on me. I can take it.”

“It’s your grave, Talis.” 

“Seems like a fitting way to die. Having you in my arms.” He placed a soft peck against your lips. 

“Heh, whatever.” Steeling yourself, you prepared to share your thoughts. “I didn’t hate you. I loathed you.”

“Is that much better?” He cocked a brow.

“Maybe not, but I would prefer to let you know how I truly felt.” Letting out a long breath, you continued. “You pissed me off.”

“Why?” 

“I don’t know. You were always trying to be so nice to me.” Pausing, you came to a realization. “I think that was a contributing factor. How nice you were. No matter what, you never let the world beat you down.”

“I put on a pretty good public persona, huh?” He chuckled. “Go on, what other observations did you make that led to this ‘loathing’?” He leaned in, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

“Public persona?” You questioned.

“Uhuh. This isn’t time for me to share.” You gave him a pout. “But we’ll get there, promise.” He smiled at you softly.

“Fine. I always thought your sunny disposition was due to the fact that you got everything you wanted. Or at least everything that I wanted.” 

“That seems like a bit of an exaggeration. I’m no different than anyone else.” 

“Bullshit.” You poked him hard in the chest. “You’re a fucking genius. Always winning awards, being the teacher’s pet, coming up with the most innovative ideas…” 

“And this made you dislike me?” Jayce chuckled at the absurdity. 

“Yes!” You grumbled. “You wouldn’t get it. You were always praised, for like everything.” 

“And you weren’t?” 

“No, of course not! Not when I’m being compared to you and Viktor all the time!” A bubble of irritation popped in your mind. 

“What are you talking about?” Jayce was getting defensive. “If anything we were being compared to you. ‘She’s so hard working, always on the clock. Wish we could see more effort like that from others’.” Jayce quoted someone from his past. 

“But you guys were always placing first at competitions. And professors loved you!” 

“Yeah, they loved our work. I was kind of a terrible student…” Jayce trailed. 

“No way. Heimerdinger loves you guys!” 

“He mostly loves Viktor, I just kinda happened to be Viktor’s best friend.” 

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously! I never did homework. Aced every single test and exam, but assignments would get randomly turned in.” He laughed, a boyish smile on his face. “I know you always did.”

“I try to make a good impression.” You shrugged. “I could’ve behaved like you and still passed, but I had an image to uphold.” Your father’s disappointed face flashed in your mind.

“Which is why people loved you. Such a hard-working studious woman.” He teased, leaning in to kiss you again. 

Giggling against his lips you let out a content sigh.

“I feel like you’re kissing me to reward me for being honest.” You admitted, red dusting your cheeks. 

“Or… I just really like kissing you?” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “So, what else is there?” 

Pausing, you thought on it. There really wasn’t much else was there? Your frustration with his achievements, his happy-go-lucky attitude, and the people that adored him. Huh, you could’ve sworn there was more. 

“Um, I guess there really isn’t much more.” You looked at him sheepishly.

“Wait, really?” 

“Yeah…”

“You’re telling me, you held this petty little grudge over those few factors?” 

“I guess.” 

Jayce burst out laughing. His chest bouncing with each harsh laugh. You couldn’t help but join him. God, it was fucking ridiculous wasn’t it? Both of you giggled at the realization. It felt good. It felt freeing. 

Wiping away tears, Jayce pulled you to his chest. Holding you in a tight embrace, he kissed the top of your head. 

“Thank you for telling me.” He said softly.

“Even though my ideologies were totally ridiculous?” 

“Yes. Even though they’re ridiculous.” 

Looking up at him, your heart jolted. Pure adoration filled his eyes. Another realization hit you; this date was going to change things. In the end, you didn’t mind that. Not at all. 

“So, uh, what now?” You leaned back to look at him.

“I did bring you here for a reason. It wasn’t planning on interrogating you about your thoughts.”

“Then what did you want to do here?” 

He opened the car door, motioning for you to get off of him. Walking out, you took in your surroundings. The small park you were at held a sad looking wooden playground. Surrounding it was a mostly empty field with the occasional tree strewn about. 

From the trunk of the car, Jayce pulled out a large blanket. Taking your hand, he guided you to a spot in the field. After laying down the blanket, he laid down on it. Patting beside him, he invited you to join. Kneeling down, you slid beside him. Humming, you nuzzled into his warmth. 

“Look up.” He said. 

Following his gaze, you looked up at the night sky. A gasp escaped your lips. Out on the countryside there was little light pollution. Stars filled the dark. Thousands upon thousands of twinkling lights had you in awe. You couldn’t ever recall seeing a night sky like this before. Sure, you could find the Big Dipper or Orion. However, you never could see this many before. It was beautiful. Reaching for Jayce’s hand, you gave it a squeeze.

“I’ve never seen this many stars before.” You said.

“Really?” Jayce turned to look at you, his heart swelling at the awestruck look on your face.

“Never.”

“My mom used to take me out to places like this in the countryside. Where she grew up, there wasn’t much electricity. She was able to see night skies like this all the time.”

“She wanted to share that with you?” You asked. It was a sweet thought, picturing a young Jayce stargazing with his mother. 

“Yeah she did. We sometimes still do it.” Turning on his side, he leaned his head on his arm. “Do you have anything you do with your family like this?”

Shaking your head side-to-side, you grimaced. 

“No, my parents weren’t really the family outing types.” 

“Oh.” Jayce felt awkward.

“It’s no big deal. I managed to make my own fun.” 

Jayce reached for your hand, kissing it softly. The tender action had your heart swelling. 

“Oh! Speaking of parents. My mom is gonna be visiting during homecoming next week.” He beamed at you. “You should meet her, I know she’ll love you.” 

“I don’t know Jayce. How would you even introduce me?”

That had him pausing. 

“Uh, um. As my friend, I guess?”

You raised a brow at him.

“I feel like we’re more than that at this point.”

“My girlfriend?” He tried, biting his lip.

The phrase had your cheeks flaring up. Again, you had yet to truly label whatever it was the two of you had going on. Deciding that you needed to be brave, you asked.

“Do you want me to be?”

Jayce perked up.

“Do you want to be?” He asked. 

“What happens if I say I don’t know?” 

“We keep things as they are.” Jayce sighed, feeling a pang in his chest.

“Jayce…” You trailed.

“Yes?” He said your name softly.

“I need you to know that I want to be with you. I just…”

“It’s okay.” He leaned over your body, face mere inches from yours. “We’ll go at a pace we’re both comfortable with.” He pressed his lips to yours. 

“What if it never speeds up?” You asked, worry cracking your voice. 

“So be it.” 

“You’d be willing to do that?” 

“I’ve been willing, for a while now.” He gave you a soft smile. “You worry too much about this labeling stuff. I just want to be with you. In any capacity.”

Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his. It slowly became deeper. Jayce’s tongue tracing over your bottom lip. Opening your mouth, you slid your tongue with his. Both of you groaning at the taste. When you pulled back, both of you were breathing hard. 

“I��ll do it.” You said.

“Do what?” Jayce asked. “I’ll meet your mom. It’s the least I can do with how many concessions you’ve been giving me.” 

Jayce chuckled, shaking his head at you. 

“I don’t want you to do things because you feel like you owe me.” 

“That’s not what I’m saying.” You argued.

“If you say so. I will take you up on your offer though. Like I said, I know my mom is gonna love you!” 

“So is she just visiting to see the game, or just to see you during spirit week?” You asked. 

“Oh, no, she’s specifically coming on Family Day.” Jayce gave you a confused look, wondering why you didn’t come to that conclusion on your own.

“Family Day?” Your eyes widened, and your stomach dropped. “Fuck.” 

That damn day. You had forgotten all about it. An excuse for your father to visit you on campus, and he always took it. Always. 

[a99jazzybean]

AO3 curse strikes me again, this time literally! A deer slammed into my car while driving to work! So I guess I’ll have time to work on more fic stuff while I wait for insurance to handle things since I can’t work till I have my car back. 😭

[a99jazzybean]

Jazzy, write a one shot that isn’t 4K+ words challenge: impossible.

Idk why, my brain will not let me just write smut without giving a reason as to why the characters are fucking.

I think I have like one fic that’s just over 2K, but even then I put some fucking plot in there. 😭

[a99jazzybean]

The Road That Leads to You

Chapter 4: A Steamy Confessional

Previous Chapter/

synop: After your sensual night, all of you can't stop thinking about each other. Chance and Parker confront their sexual interest head-on during their showers. You on the other hand, avoid it as much as possible.

words: 5.3K

includes: diceplay, chancexparkerxgn!reader, afab! reader, slight angst, disassociation, mutual masturbation, smut, teasing

a/n: This is a smutty one. No minors!!! I think I'm just obsessed with diceplay atm.

“Hey.” A soft voice spoke to you as you slept. 

“Hey.” This time it was slightly louder, accompanied by a small push. 

Nuzzling against something soft and warm, you hummed with content. This was really nice. 

Jostling your body, the voice whined your name. 

Groaning, you rubbed your eyes. Blinking awake your eyes connected with Chance’s. 

“Morning.” You said softly. 

“Morning.” He looked at your arms surrounding his body. “Could you let me go, please? I wanna go for a jog before we head out.” 

Your face bloomed red as you realized you had been clinging to him like a koala in your sleep. Pulling away, you gave him an apologetic look. 

“S-sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize.” Chance cupped your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb along it. “It felt nice.” 

He quickly pecked your lips, then straightened up. Before you could process the action, he was already out of the tent. A spark lingered on your lips as you watched his silhouette through the tent. 

With your eyes still wide, you looked around the tent. Beside you, Parker was snoring. His hair mussed up with bed head, a trail of drool pooled on his pillow. Smiling to yourself, you let out an airy laugh. Gosh, he was cute. 

Cute… the memories of the previous night hit you in the gut. Sweat prickled on your forehead at the thought.  Though it was just the two of you in the space, you were suddenly feeling very claustrophobic. 

Grabbing your bag, you exited the tent. Even though the sun was still rising, it was already hot. Thick humidity turned the air soupy as you walked through the grounds. Taking in the sights around you, you watched as other camps woke up. Whirring insects made up the symphony of your morning routine. 

You set yourself up in the shared bathroom. Hoping you could distract yourself. It was to no avail.

As you readied yourself for the day, you thought about the events of the previous night. Touching your lips lightly, you felt the ghost Chance and Parker’s kisses. It was an unexpected turn. At this point, you weren’t exactly sure as to how you felt about it. 

On one hand it was a confirmation that they were at least attracted to you. On the other hand, people don’t kiss like that. Not when they’re only attracted to you. No, there was more to it.

Even if you tried to push away the truth you knew what those kisses felt like. Hungry. Desperate. You were sure that’s how yours felt too. Why did you stop it then?

Biting your lip, you shut your eyes. Fingers gripped the bathroom countertop in front of you. Through your teeth you let out a long breath, the sound echoing through the space. Frustrated noises surrounded you as they bounced off the walls. There was a tightness in your chest. Your mind continued to race… Why? Why? Why? WHY DID YOU STOP IT? 

“Because I’m scared.” In a wavering voice, you admitted that to yourself.

If you didn’t stop it. Things could have been ruined. You shook your head, growing more frustrated. But if you kept going, who knows what would happen?

“Exactly! I don’t know.” Your hands curled into your hair as you held your head. “I can’t stand the unknown. It’s too… risky.” You will get hurt regardless of what happens. 

 You let out a shaky breath, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Looking up you saw your visage in the mirror. Eyes ringed with red as tears pooled at the edge. Some slipped out, trailing down your cheeks slowly. As you took in labored breaths, you couldn’t stop staring at yourself. It felt like you weren’t what you were seeing. That’s right, distance yourself from whatever the fuck is twisting inside you. You can pretend your way out of this. That’s what you’ve always done. 

Placing a hand against the wall, you slumped over. Watching as your tears dropped into the sink below. Your tears. 

Suddenly, you snapped out of it. Returning to look at yourself in the mirror, you wiped away the remaining liquid from your eyes. Sniffling, you stood straight. Keeping eye contact with yourself the entire time. Stop hiding.

“I can’t.” You spoke to yourself quietly. 

“Can’t what?” The appearance of a new voice had you jolting. 

Beside you stood a little girl, no older than six. She reached over the counter on her tiptoes, somehow managing to reach the soap dispenser on her own. Though she couldn’t reach the button to turn on the sink. Pressing it down, she gave you a nod of acknowledgement.

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” You said back. Nice, she knows her “p’s and q’s”.

“Are you sad?” She asked. 

The blunt curiosity of children was certainly something else. Though you supposed that “tact” wasn’t necessarily in a six-year-old’s vocabulary. 

“No, I’m good.” You gave her a soft smile, one she returned. 

Letting out an amused huff you spotted two missing teeth. 

“Bet you got some good funds from the tooth fairy.” You joked, happy to have a distraction. 

“I have!” Her grin grew wider. “She gave me…” The girl counted on her fingers. “Twenty-five dollars!” 

Your jaw dropped at the number. 

“Guess inflation really hit everyone, huh?” You joked.

“What?” She cocked her head.

“It’s nothing. An adult joke.” You said, then realized how bad that sounded. “A joke that adults would understand.”

“Ooh. Okay.” 

After a moment, it dawned on you that this child was unaccompanied. Looking around the bathroom you tried to see if anyone else was inside. Checking under the stalls, you realized she was alone. Sighing, you knew what you had to do.

“Hey, um, where are your parents?” You asked.

“At our camp home.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Do they know you came to the bathroom?” Oof, that sounded a bit creepy. 

“No.” Of course they don’t.

“Here, let’s get you back to your camp. Do you know what direction you came from?” 

“I know the number!” She put up two numbers on her fingers. 

“Is that a fifteen or six?” You asked.

“Fifteen. Gosh, you’re kinda slow.” That had your eyes widening. 

“Who the f-” You paused, composing yourself. “Who taught you that phrase?”

“My dad. He says slow people are-” You cut her off from finishing that sentence.

“Your dad sounds lovely.” You grumbled. “You probably shouldn’t say that kind of stuff around strangers.” 

“Oh. Okay.” 

“Now, let’s get you back to camp fifteen.” You motioned for her to follow you out of the bathroom. 

A quick lap around the camp had you stopping at the site. A giant camper stood in the spot. Sitting smoking a cigarette was a blonde woman. When she saw you approach, she perked up.

“There you are, Lindsay. Where did you run off to?” Eesh, mother of the year.

The woman stubbed out the cigarette under her foot, then approached you. 

“I went potty. This person said I should go back to my camp.” 

The woman eyed you suspiciously. 

“S-sorry… she was just alone. I thought maybe she was lost.” You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, hoping that this interaction would end quickly. 

“I see. Thanks.” She said in a monotone voice. 

“Don’t mention it.” You shot awkward finger guns, then turned on your heel. 

From a distance you heard the little girl mention the phrase “adult joke.” Cringing inwardly, you quickened your pace back to the bathroom. 

Thankfully all of your stuff was still in the building. Shaking yourself off, you calmed your racing mind. Perhaps the odd interaction was good for you. It left you more concerned over what her parent thought rather than keeping you occupied with thoughts of the men. A win is a win, you supposed. 

When you finished up, you made your way back to the tent. Parker was chilling in one of the lawn chairs. When he saw you approach he gave you a bright smile. 

“Where’d you run off to? I missed you.” He teased.

“I was getting ready. Instead of sleeping away the day.” You teased back as you placed your bag in the trunk of the truck. 

“Sleeping away the day huh? I’ll have you know, it’s six am!” He looked at the nonexistent watch on his wrist. 

Checking your phone, you realized he was right. 

“I guess you are a well-functioning member of society.” You conceded, joining him in a lawn chair. 

From behind, you heard the sound of jogging and heavy breathing. Pulling up to you, Chance stopped. Leaning over he took in deep breaths, puffing them out. He was soaked in sweat after his jog. Somehow, that didn’t make him any less attractive. 

“Need a shower, big man?” Parker asked, hopping out of his seat. 

“Fuck yes.” He panted out. “It’s so fucking hot out.” He wiped off sweat from his head. 

“Coolio, I’ll join you!” 

“Join me?” Chance’s face grew red, and it wasn’t from the workout.

“Yeah. Like I’ll take shower in a different stall.” Parker raised a brow, then smirked. “Oh! Did you want to shower in the same stall?” He teased. 

“I didn’t say I wanted to. That’s what I thought you were implying.” Chance wouldn’t fall for that one.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t be opposed…” Parker bit his lip, eyeing Chance up and down. Waggling his brows he leaned toward the man. 

“Whatever, man.” Chance rolled his eyes, then made his way to the tent. 

“Aww, you’re no fun.” Parker pouted, following him to grab his own stuff. 

When they were prepped, Parker waved goodbye.

“You guys leaving me alone?” You asked nervously, eyeing the direction that the girl was staying at. 

“Uh, yeah?” Parker raised a questioning brow. “Something happen?”

“A parent at this camp may be under the impression that I’m a child groomer.” You said.

Chance and Parker glanced at each other, then chuckled. 

“You know what? I don’t even need context for that. Toodaloo!” Parker wiggled his fingers as he and Chance made their way to the showers.

“If I’m in handcuffs, falsely accused, I’m blaming you two!” You shouted after them. 

“I’ll cover your bail, sweetheart!” Chance teased back. 

Leaning over the back of the chair, you sighed. Watching the two of them walk off, you wondered what was really going to transpire in the shower. No, you shouldn’t think of that. Shaking your head, you turned back around. Looking down at the fire pit, you decided to make yourself some coffee. Surely that’s what you needed. It was probably your tired state that had your mind wandering so much. Yeah, that’s what it was. 

In the showers, Chance and Parker occupied separate stalls. Much to Parker’s dismay. After last night he was hoping he could get something out of at least one of you. Chance seemed like he had been the most into the activities, so he thought maybe he could get his friend onboard with him. Alas, Chance decided to go solo. Still, that didn’t mean Parker couldn’t bring it up. 

“So, Chance…” Parker trailed as he lathered himself up with bar soap. 

“Yes, Parker?” Chance could already feel his body temperature rise. He knew exactly where this was going. 

“What did you think of last night? Any suggestions on my kissing techniques?” Parker asked, smirking to himself. 

Chance could picture the cheeky grin that was plastered on his friend's face. Of course Parker would want to tease him about this. Fine, he could play this game too. 

“You could use less tongue.” Chance said, biting his own tongue to hold back a laugh.

“L-less tongue?” Parker was taken aback at how quickly the other man answered. 

“Yeah. Kinda felt like you were trying to shove it down the back of my throat.” Again, Chance held back a laugh. 

“W-well I think you could’ve used more!” Parker shot back, red in the face. 

“I thought you wanted my opinion on your technique?” Chance spoke lowly.

“I do! But you came out of the gate on the negatives!” 

“You asked for suggestions. If you wanted a full review you should’ve said that.” 

“Fine! I would like a review. The good and the bad.” Parker puffed his chest out. 

“If you say so…” Chance trailed, recalling the events of the previous night. 

He couldn’t deny, kissing Parker was nice. It might have been a bit of a lie telling Parker he used too much tongue. When he got a taste of the man, fuck, he needed more. 

“I was exaggerating about the tongue.” Chance admitted. “You’re pretty good with it.” He felt his face flush.

“Is that so?” Parker chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself.” 

“Yeah?” Chance’s voice was growing strained. 

“Yeah.” Parker said lowly. 

Both could feel their heart rates picking up. Parker held a hand to his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his skin racing. Pounding that only increased with each recalled memory of the previous night. 

“Would you want to do it again?” Parker asked, crossing his fingers with hope.

Leaning his hand against the shower wall, Chance wondered how honestly he should answer. They already kissed, but what else would progress if they continued to get physical with each other? Did that even matter? He wanted more, NEEDED more. All of this questioning was just holding him back from what he craved. So what really was the point of stopping himself? 

It was clear that Parker at the very least wanted to continue. Both of them had tried to keep going last night. In the end, it was you that had stopped things from progressing any further. Truly, you were the hurdle that they would have to get over. He knew that Parker wanted him too. So why was Chance becoming so nervous about responding?

“Yes.” Chance admitted, then immediately regretted it. 

What the fuck would he do if Parker ultimately didn’t want him? This could easily be just one of the many ways the man enjoyed fucking with him. He could just say it was a joke, and Chance would be none the wiser. 

“I do too.” Parker said softly. He could just barely be heard over the sound of the running showers. 

“Y-you do?” Chance felt a rush of heat move through him.

“Yes, Chance. Of course I do.” Parker was also trapped in his thoughts. 

He too wondered how well this confession would truly go. You were barely into your month-long trip, and he could easily fuck everything up. Reveal things too quickly, forcing both you and Chance to pull away from him. This damn fear of ruining your friendship was truly holding you all back from just fucking admiting everything. To do that was to be vulnerable, to do that was the most frightening thing imaginable. For now, Parker could rely on the facade of mutual attraction. Yeah, just a want to be “friends with benefits.” Nothing else. He just had hot friends. That’s all. 

The thought alone crushed his heart. However, that was a pain he was willing to accept if that meant even gaining a taste of you and Chance. 

“You’re really hot, Chance. I mean, how can you expect a guy to not want to get with you…” Parker trailed, looking down sadly. This is how it has to be.

Chance’s brow furrowed. He had known Parker long enough now. He was holding something back. However, he had a feeling it was something they were equally hiding away. So be it, he would also accept the hurt. Just for a taste, only for a taste. 

“When you say get with…” Chance gulped hard. “What do you mean?” His voice slightly wavered.

“It’s not rocket science, Chance. C’mon…” For some reason, Parker couldn’t even say it himself.

Pulling the shower curtain to the side, Chance peeked out.

“Parker, do you want to fuck me?” 

With a shaky hand, Parker reached for the shower curtain. Peeking his head out, he caught Chance’s gaze. Heart jolting as the man gave him that dark, hungry stare. 

“If I said yes, what would that mean? For us?” Parker looked down, shuffling awkwardly. 

“It would mean we mutually want to have sex with each other.” Chance gave him a smirk that had Parker shivering. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. Let’s finish up, yeah?” Chance returned to the shower. 

Looking down, he held back a groan. After that conversation, he was rock hard. Though, he wasn’t alone in his predicament. Parker was also extremely turned on. 

Gripping his cock, Parker held back a groan. Looking up in the direction of Chance’s shower, he wondered…

“Do you think they want to have sex with us?” Parker broke the thick silence that had permeated in the area.

His question had Chance’s eyes widening. He remembered how you were last night. Moaning against his kiss. Whining when he and Parker went for your neck. So sensitive…

“I do.” Chance answered. 

“M-me too.” Parker had begun stroking himself. Also thinking about you last night. 

Realizing what was happening, Chance chuckled darkly. The sound shot straight to Parker’s cock. Biting his tongue he held back a whine threatening to escape him.

“Parker?” Chance reached for his own cock, gripping himself tightly with a groan. 

“Y-yes?” Parker had paused his stroking, waiting for Chance. 

“Are you touching yourself?” The low timbre of his voice had Parker shivering again. 

He nodded, then realized Chance couldn’t see him. 

“Yeah. I am.” 

Looking down at his cock, Chance came up with an idea. 

“Wanna play a game?” 

“W-what kind of game?” Parker gulped. He was buzzing, extremely excited to see where Chance was taking this. 

“Whoever cums first owes the other a blowjob.” 

“Uh, okay…” Parker could care less who won with those stakes. However, he was a fan of winning games. At least he was going to try.

“I’m not done.” Chance’s voice remained low. “We have to confess things to each other.” 

“L-like what?” Oh, Parker was certainly not going to last. 

“Things about each other, about…” He said your name lowly. “And no cop outs.” 

“Understood. Who’s first?” Parker gulped, hand at the ready. 

“I can go first, since it’s my idea.” Chance started pumping his fist. “My first wet dream was about them.” Chance confessed. 

“Y-you’re not alone there.” Parker admitted. 

“C’mon Parker, you can’t just steal mine.” Chance let out a huff as he continued to move his hand up and down his length. Thumb teasing under the head of his cock, making him hiss. 

“F-fine.” Parker let out a whine, doubling over himself to try to stay standing. “I’ve stolen underwear from both of you.” Parker admitted, his face turning red. Whether it was from the situation he was in, or the confession, he didn’t know. Not like it really mattered. Not when Chance couldn’t even see him. 

“I was wondering who was doing that.” Chance chuckled. “I hope you put them to good use.” He teased.

“It’s your turn… asshole.” Parker huffed, then moaned. Already he could feel his balls tightening with the need to release. 

“I’ve touched myself while wearing your sweaters.” Chance decided to stay on-theme. He fisted his cock faster, watching as beads of precum dribbled down his length.

“F-fuck.” Parker whined. “I’ve had to run off to masturbate during some of our hangouts.” He spat out. 

“R-really?” 

“Yes really! You guys really can be the worst with your teasing.” Parker whined again. 

“Fuck.” Chance breathed out, feeling his cock twitch at the sound. “I thought you guys looked really hot in your cosplays last year. Like, it took a lot to not just fold right then and there.” Chance recalled you and Parker’s couple’s cosplay when you went to C2E2. 

“I think it’s really hot when you do villain monologues.” Parker said. Both of them, damn nerds. 

“I’ve written out sex scenes between your G&G characters.”

“Wait,” Parker paused, “you have?”

“Yeah…” Chance trailed. 

“You have to show me them sometime.” Parker started stroking himself again. 

  Chance could feel his impending orgasm on the horizon. Based on how ragged Parker was sounding, it wouldn’t be much longer for his friend. 

“I really want you to watch you fuck them.” Parker confessed, whining out your name. 

That had Chance almost cumming. 

“Y-you want to be cucked?” 

“Uh, yeah.” Parker was shaking as he held back his orgasm. “It’s your turn, Chance.” There was no way Parker was going to make it through this. 

“I think they have a great ass. Like, I really wanna take em’ from behind…” Chance groaned as he thought about you. 

“Y-yeah they do have a sweet ass.” Parker pictured said part of your body and shivered. Then he thought of Chance fucking you from behind. 

“I really want us to take them at the same time.” Parker said, he knew he was going to be done for. 

“F-fuck really?” Chance pictured you sandwiched between them. A moaning writhing mess as they both filled you up. Oh, he definitely wanted that. 

Knowing that Parker was close, Chance decided to throw out his trump card.

“I really want you to ride me.” 

Yup, that did him in. From the other stall, Chance could hear Parker stutter out a moan. Parker slammed a hand on the shower wall as his cock spurted out hot ropes onto the shower floor. He groaned at the feeling of one of the hardest orgasms he had ever experienced. 

Chance followed behind him. Letting out a low groan as he came. The little sounds coming from Parker’s stall had his dick twitching. Shutting his eyes tightly, he let the pleasure course through his body, forcing out ropes of cum. 

Afterwards the two finished showering in silence. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward. Moreso, thoughtful. Both of their minds raced after the activity they had just completed together. 

When they exited the shower, the two stood staring at each other for a while. Both were dripping wet with towels wrapped around their waists. Red dusted their cheeks. 

Taking the initiative, Chance moved toward Parker. Cupping his face, he pulled him into a deep kiss. A surprised sound turned into a moan as Parker returned the kiss. Soon, it became sloppy. Tongues tangling together as they groaned. With a hand to his chest, Parker stopped Chance. 

“We should probably finish up.” His chest was heaving. “Don’t want to leave our friend waiting for too long.” 

“R-right.” Chance said. 

Before fully pulling away, he pressed a soft kiss to Parker’s lips. 

When the two finally returned to camp, you gave them a suspicious look. As your gaze darted between them, you spotted the blush on their cheeks. How interesting…

“You guys sure took your time.” You said pointedly. 

“And you weren’t arrested! It’s a miracle.” Parker tried to deflect with a joke. You weren’t going to let that slide. 

“So, what kept you so busy?” 

“The showers took a bit to heat up.” Chance lied, heat rushing to his cheeks. 

“Chance, you should know me by now.” You stood up from your seat, walking to the picnic table. Grabbing a mug, you poured him some of your freshly made coffee. When you handed it to him, you leaned toward his ear and whispered. “I know when you’re fucking lying to me.” Pulling back, you gave a satisfied smirk. Catching the darkening red on his cheeks. 

“Whatever it was had to be embarrassing if you won’t just spit it out.” You looked at Parker, giving him an opportunity to speak. 

He didn’t take it. Instead, remaining tightlipped and wide eyed. The man looked to Chance for the next steps. 

“What? Were you guys jerking each other off or somethin’?” You took a sip of your coffee, your teasing smirk visible over the lip of the mug. 

“Not exactly?” Chance rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. 

Both your expression and jaw dropped at the slight confession. Blinking slowly, you looked between them. 

“You guys did not…” The thought had your face flushing. Shaking off your flustered state, you decided to move on. “You know what? I don’t need to know anything else. Hope you two had fun, I guess.” You moved to sit back down, facing away from them. 

A cheeky grin grew on Parker’s face. Sidling next to you, he spoke lowly.

“Are you jealous? Feeling a bit of FOMO?” He giggled as red bloomed on your cheeks.

“W-what? No! I’m just flustered cause you guys just admitted to mutually masturbating!” You clamped your mouth shut, realizing how loud you just were.

Cackling broke the awkward silence. Parker wiped away a tear as he laughed at your expense. 

“You really do have a way with words.” He teased, nudging you in the ribs. 

“Do you have anything to add?” You motioned to Chance, who had been relatively quiet at this point. 

“Uh. Nope!” Stiffly, he set his coffee down. “I’m gonna tear down the camp.” 

“Urgh! You do not get to avoid this, asshole.” You stomped up to him. 

“If you’re going to be over here, help me out.” He said nonchalantly. 

“You’re just going to ignore the conversation?” Crossing your arms, you let out a frustrated huff. 

“That’s exactly what I’m doing. Now, pull out the stakes for me.” He motioned for you to move along. 

Rolling your eyes, you let out another huff. Though, you still helped him tear down the tent. A significantly easier process than putting it up. 

“There!” You dusted your hands when you were finished. “Now, back to-” You were stopped with a finger to your lips. 

Chance leaned toward you, eyes dark.

“No. The conversation is done.” He said lowly. 

“Yes sir!” Parker said, feeling as flustered as you were.

Rolling his eyes, Chance packed up the rest of your belongings in the trunk of the truck. For a moment you didn’t move, as if you were stuck in a daze. What the fuck happened to get the two of them so confident? Mutual masturbation… Your mind wandered. 

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you joined your friends in the car. Taking up your spot in the front seat, you eyed Chance. Looking over at you, he raised a brow.

“Everything alright?” He asked, starting up the truck. 

“Yeah. Everything’s great.” 

“It sure is!” Parker joined in, looping an arm around your neck. “We’re going to the zoo!” 

Oh yeah, that’s right. The road trip continues. 

Your next destination was the Omaha Zoo. Approximately two-hours away. Two hours felt like a lifetime now that you were stuck with your friends. Especially considering there would only be cattle and cornfields to look at as you drove out of Iowa. Eyeing Parker, you spotted that teasing glint in his eyes. One that screamed trouble for you. 

Perhaps you could use the time to take a nap. Yeah, two hours of sleep would do you some good. Leaning against the window, your eyes fluttered shut. A warm hand on your thigh had you jolting up. Following the appendage, you saw that it was connected to Chance. A smirk was on his face as he spotted you watching him from the corner of his eye. His thumb traced around your thigh, sending a shiver through your body. Licking your lips nervously, you decided to just ignore it. 

Leaning back against the window, you clamped your eyes shut. Closing your eyes made it worse. Emphasizing the feeling of his hand on you. His hand was close to an area you really wanted him to go… Grumbling to yourself, you pushed the thoughts away. No! You were going to take a nap. 

“Everything okay?” He chuckled at the repetitiveness of the question. 

“Yes. Perfectly fine, thank you.” You continued to face away from him. 

“If you say so.” His voice held a teasing lilt to it. 

For the next hour and a half you attempted to fall asleep, but the man wouldn’t stop. Leaving his hand burning against your thigh. Occasionally stroking over the muscle softly, sending shivers through your body. There was no way in hell you could fall asleep in these conditions. When you tried to shut your eyes, all you could think about was what else that hand could be doing to you. 

As you struggled internally, Chance was extremely amused. You could have easily pushed his hand away by now. Yet, you hadn’t. Almost as if you liked it. 

Giving your thigh a squeeze, Chance had you jolting up. Turning to him wide eyed, you saw him glance at you then back at the road. 

“Can’t sleep?” He asked. 

“You woke me up.” You lied. 

“Is that so?” He hummed with amusement. “What was that thing you told me earlier?” 

“I dunno?” You squeaked out.

“I know when you’re fucking lying to me.” He spoke lowly. “So, care to share what’s on your mind?”

Parker leaned in between the two of you, shoulder on your seat as he peered over at you curiously.

“Yeah, what’s on your mind?” Parker purred your name. 

“Just that I wanted to get some more rest before another fun day!” You felt a sheen of sweat on your forehead. 

“You sure you aren’t thinking about us?” Parker asked. 

“Why would I be thinking about you?” You furrowed your brow, attempting to look intimidating. It wasn’t working.

“I dunno, maybe because you made Chance and I make out last night. Then you made out with us?” He leaned toward you. 

“That was just to get you guys to make up.” You faced away from him and muttered. “Plus, it seems like you two really made up…”

“What was that?” Parker teased.

“Nothing!”

“Didn’t sound like nothing.” 

“It’s Nunya.” You crossed your arms. “Nunya business.” You stuck your tongue out at him. 

“Nice one.” Chance chuckled patronizingly. 

“What is with you two?” You decided to just confront whatever this was head on.

“What ever could you mean?” Parker asked, eyes glimmering mischievously. 

“I mean, you guys have been teasing me since last night!” You felt your breathing grow labored. 

“Teasing?” Parker looked at Chance. “Have we been teasing them, Chance?” 

“Hmmm, I don’t think so.” Chance tapped his chin with a smirk. 

“See, no teasing here.” 

“Fuck you.” You growled through clenched teeth. 

“I mean, if you insist.” Parker leaned toward you. 

“T-that’s not what I meant, and you know it!” Your face was bright red. 

“It’s not?” He looked down at Chance’s hand still on your thigh. “We could test that out.” Parker purred against your ear before nipping at it. 

“P-parker…” You breathed out, eyes wide. 

Slowly, Chance slid his hand up your thigh. The action made your eyes widen even more. Parker’s grin grew as he watched you get more and more flustered. 

“Yeah, I wonder what Chance would feel if he just kept…” Parker eyed as Chance’s hand continued to crawl up your thigh. 

Looking through the windshield, you saw your saving grace. The tall glass structure of the Desert Dome, a beacon of hope. Oh how you were happy to see it!

“Oh! Would you look at that! There’s the zoo!” You shoved them off of you, curling up against the door. 

“I guess so.” Chance glanced at Parker, then you. 

When you parked, Parker hopped out of the truck. You tried to follow him quickly, but were stopped by a strong grip on your arm. Ripping you back, Chance pulled you to face him. Nose to nose, you gasped. He smirked as he felt your breath fan over his face. 

“This conversation isn’t over.” He purred, lips brushing against yours. 

“What conversation?” You asked, trying to maintain your composure. 

“Don’t try to be coy with me. It’s not a good look on you.” Chance spoke lowly.

“I’m not trying to be anything, Chance.” You said, eyes narrowing. “Let me go.” 

“We will continue this.” He commanded, voice shooting straight to your core. “Stop denying yourself.” 

With that, he released your arm. Leaving you with the light touch of his lips against yours.

[a99jazzybean]

i am on my hands and knees BEGGING for a parker fic. YOU WRITE HIM SOOO WELL AND I'VE LOVED THE FICS YOU'VE WRITTEN W HIM AND CHANCE!!!!! but may i request a parker x afab!reader fic where a game of twister goes south? aka they slight touches and glances have each other getting all hot and bothered n end up giving in and having sloppy sex?? NO PRESSURE OFC!!! HOPEFULLY THIS FINDS YOU WELL!!!!🫶

I decided to tie this one to Bop It to Start! Thank you for the request!

What a Twist

synop: As he plans for your next game night, Parker goes to Chance and learns a thing or two about how to dominate you. Taking this information, he decides your next game will come with a bit of a twist.

words: 5.3K

includes: diceplay, parkerxgn!reader, afab!reader, dom!parker, sub!reader, smut, teasing, blowjobs, oral, squirting, creampie, dom/sub dynamics, fantasies

a/n: fuck it here's a lil diceplay taste for some added flavor. This story is very smutty! No minors!

Another week, another game night. Parker had been anxiously awaiting the night. Ever since your previous game, he couldn’t get you off of his mind. The way you had played with him was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Sure, he was very very fond of you even when you weren’t dating, but now? He was obsessed. Thoughts of you, you, you, raced through his mind constantly. When you occasionally graced his presence during the week, he was ecstatic. Constantly pressing kisses to your face, leaving little love bites on your skin. 

This newfound attention from the man was exciting. You definitely could get used to this kind of treatment. Little did you know, he had more ideas to try out with you.

Since you had taken control during your last game night, Parker believed it was only fair that he got a turn. After all, fairness was very important to him. Besides, he knew that he would make you enjoy what he was going to do. He just needed to make sure he had another solo game night with you.

“Chancey poo!” Parker waltzed into the office speaking in a sing-song voice.

“Parker, I’ve already told you, I’m not rolling your dice.” Chance was sitting behind his GM screen working on campaign notes.

“Oh Chance, I’m not here for that…” Parker whistled nonchalantly. “I am not opposed to you rolling though!” He leaned over Chance’s screen, pushing the die’s glasses up his nose.

“I’m not.” Chance sighed, waving Parker’s hand off and pinching the bridge of his nose. “What are you here for?”

“You know how game night is tonight?” Parker started, hoping Chance would hear him out.

“I’m aware. Do you have a special game we have to prepare for?” Chance quirked a brow. Parker had never come to him to discuss game night before. 

“Not for us, exactly…” Parker trailed, red was beginning to bloom on his face at his thoughts about his plans.

“Um, then for who?” 

“For just me and our homeowner…” Parker said.

“Oh.” Chance felt a little hurt. “Do you not want to play with me?” He asked.

“No, that’s not it at all. I just…” Parker bit his lip. Sucking in a breath, he decided to be honest.

“I just really want to fuck them again!” He said, face extremely red in the face. 

That had Chance pausing. Looking up at Parker, he let out a chuckle. 

“Again?” 

“Yeah, again. The first time was really nice!” Parker’s voice cracked as he recalled the memory from that game night. 

“Yeah, they are pretty nice…” Chance trailed, also recalling his time with you. 

“Wait,” Parker paused, wide-eyed. “Have you…”

“Fucked? Yes. You’re not the only one they’re seeing, you know?” 

“I see.” Parker swallowed thickly. 

This feeling he was experiencing wasn’t jealousy. No, it was something else. 

“So, how was it?” Parker asked, both curious and concerned. 

“Do you really want to know?” 

Parker nodded enthusiastically, though he was wringing his hands nervously. An action that Chance caught. 

“You sure?” 

“Yes.” Parker said softly. 

“Okay.” Tapping his chin, Chance thought on it. “I really enjoyed my time with them. They’re very… pliant.”

“Pliant?” 

“Yeah, like they let me do what I want. Honestly, they want me to do what I want.” 

“Do what you want?” Parker was very intrigued now. 

“Uh yeah…” Chance didn’t really know how explicitly he should describe his rendezvous with you. 

“Care to share more?” Parker leaned toward him, making Chance’s cheeks heat up. 

“Uhhhh… I don’t know, dude. I feel like that would be prying into their private life a bit too much.” Chance’s voice cracked a little. 

“Afraid to share their private life, or yours?” Parker raised a knowing brow. 

“So what if I just want to keep some things to myself?” Chance grew defensive, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Oh c‘mon, Chance! Please give me something? I really want to be good to them!” Clasping his hands in a pleading motion, Parker shook them as he begged. 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Chance let out a long sigh. For a moment, he sat there in thought. Eyes clenched shut as he thought of his next move. Perhaps he could learn something too…

“Fine. I’ll share more with you.” Chance put up a hand to stop Parker’s enthusiastic squeal. “But, you have to share as well.” Chance’s gaze grew dark, making Parker shiver. 

“Oh! Okay!” Parker felt a sheen of sweat on his forehead. “I can totally do that for ya, pal!” He let out an awkward chuckle, red in the face. 

“Very well. What do you want to know?” Chance motioned for Parker to continue. 

“Maybe you could tell me what happened from the start?” Parker looked down, sheepishly. 

“Seriously?” 

“Yes! I really want to know!” Parker leaned even closer toward him. 

“Fine, fine!” Chance sighed. “It started after they found out I could feel what they do to my die.” His cheeks burned at the confession. 

“Really? That’s what happened to me too! Except it was with Bop It!” Parker butted in. 

“Bop It?” Chance raised a curious brow. 

“Yeeup! It’s a very tactile game, so I feel a lot more with it.” He looked at Chance, eyes sparkling. “So how does it work with your die?” 

“Ah, um. Each face is a different part of my body.” He said a bit quietly. 

“Can I try it out?” Parker asked, bouncing on his toes. 

“N-no!” Chance’s blush grew even darker. “Besides, I’m pretty sure they’re carrying my die right now.” 

“Awww. That’s too bad.” Parker pouted. 

“Did you want to hear about our time together, or not?” Chance said, voice laced with irritation. 

“Yes! Yes! Don’t mind me. Go on!” He waved for Chance to continue. 

“Very well…” Chance let out another sigh. “After they learned about my die, they decided to tease me. See how long it would take me to crack.” Chance shivered at the thought of your lips on his die. 

“And did you crack?” Parker was even more intrigued. 

“Heh, yeah. I warned them, but they wanted to be a brat.” Chance’s voice grew low as he recalled the memory. 

“What did you do?” Parker asked. His face was red as he remembered how you had teased him. 

“I taught them a lesson. Showed them what it felt like to have their body used like that. It’s what they deserved for being so cheeky.”  He chuckled darkly, the sound shot straight up Parker’s spine.

“Did they like that?” Parker’s voice cracked. 

“Oh yeah.” Chance chuckled. “They were fucking soaked.” 

A whine slipped out of Parker’s mouth at the thought. His mind clouded with how fucking good your drenched pussy tasted. 

“Heh. Did they get that wet for you too?” Over his frames, Chance’s eyes glimmered mischievously. 

“Y-yeah.” Parker gulped. “They were so wet. It was so- ”��

“Hot.” Chance finished for him. 

“Yeah, hot.” 

“It was so easy for me to just slip in.” Chance felt himself growing hard at the thought. 

“You just fucked them?” Parker asked, wide-eyed. 

“Uh, yeah? They were clearly very into it. Especially considering they came really fast.” 

Although he had wanted to stay tight-lipped at first, Chance was now becoming more and more engaged with this. His cock now straining against his pants, in desperate need of relief. 

Looking at Parker, Chance could see he was in the same predicament. Licking his lips, he thought on how to remedy their shared problem. 

“Hey, Parker?” Chance’s voice was low. 

“Yes, Chance?” Parker gave him a confused look. 

“Mind if we helped each other out?” Chance reached for the belt on his pants. 

Parker’s eyes followed his hand, landing on the protruding bulge in the fabric. A mouthwatering sight, that had Parker audibly groaning. 

“Oh, oh.” However, Parker was unsure. “B-but you haven’t rolled the dice yet…” 

“Parker, we don’t need to be in a relationship to suck each other off.” Chance said. 

“I-I guess not. You sure you want to?” Parker was already moving toward the man, kneeling between his legs. 

“I’m sure.” Chance let out a huff at the sight of Parker sitting before him. So easy, so… willing. 

“Okay. Will you keep telling me what you did?” He asked. 

“Of course.” Chance wrapped his hand in Parker’s Monopoly money hair, knocking off his hat. 

Slowly, Parker pulled down the man’s pants. His hard cock flopping out, tip flushed red. Chance was very thick, making Parker wonder if he could take him. No time but the present, he supposed. 

Wrapping his hand around Chance’s length, Parker gave it a good tug. Chance hissed through his teeth at the feeling. 

“So how did you fuck them?” Parker asked, his breath hitting Chance’s cock. 

“M-multiple ways…” Chance groaned as Parker took him into his mouth. Parker’s eyes stayed locked with Chance’s intently listening to his retelling. “Ah. I first bent them over the desk.” 

“Gave Dasha quite the show?” Parker teased, licking a stripe up Chance’s cock. 

“I suppose we did.” Chance let out another low groan. “It was a convenient position. Made it easier to take. Mmph.” Chance shut his eyes as sparks of pleasure shot through him at Parker’s ministrations. “Easier to take control.” He breathed out. 

“I’m sure they look good that way too. They did when I took them from behind.” Parker licked up another stripe. 

Chance, pulled up Parker’s head with the hand in his hair. 

“Save your retelling for later, I’m not done yet.” Chance spoke lowly. “You can put your mouth to use in other ways…” 

“O-of course.” Parker nodded, then returned to sucking Chance’s length down his throat. 

“Y-yeah. Where was I?” Chance’s hand gripped tighter in Parker’s hair. “T-that’s right, they were bent over the desk. Had em’ pretty much screaming, it’s really easy to find their sweet spot.” 

As he bobbed his head, Parker nodded. He did find you were quite easy to please, something he greatly enjoyed. 

“They came twice that way. F-fuck!” Chance groaned as Parker’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. “Then, I fucked them against the wall.” Chance watched as Parker sucked him off, the man below him moaning around his length. 

“Made them watch me ruin them.” Chance recalled the feel of your warmth. So tight and wet, not unlike Parker’s mouth and throat at the moment. 

“They were begging, you know?” Involuntarily, Chance felt himself thrust into Parker’s mouth. “Thought they couldn’t take anymore, heh, but we both knew better.” Chance remembered the overstimulated tears that spilled down your cheeks as he fucked orgasm after orgasm into you. 

Parker moaned again, picturing your shivering body being used like that. He bet Chance really did a number on you. 

“Fuck Parker,” Chance moaned, hand rubbing down his reddened face. “Where did you learn how to do this?” 

Releasing Chance’s cock with a pop, Parker smirked. Sliding his tongue over Chance’s length, he teased.

“What can I say? I love men!” He chuckled, then sucked Chance back down his throat.

“I-I think I managed to get them to cum five times. The last one I couldn’t hold myself back anymore I-” Before he could finish, Chance felt his balls tighten then release. His orgasm hit him surprisingly fast. 

Parker continued to suck him off, swallowing the man’s cum with a satisfied hum. Pulling back, Chance saw that he had swallowed every drop. The sight made him groan. 

“So you came? With them, I mean. Obviously you just came right now.” He teased with another smirk. 

“Y-yeah, I came.” 

“I think they really like it when you cum in them.” Parker said, remembering how satisfied you looked when you were finished. 

“They do.” Chance agreed. “Did they get that dazed fucked out look on their face?” 

“Yeah they did. It’s so fucking hot.” Parker had a glazed over look on his face at the thought. 

“Don’t tell me too much.” Chance groaned, putting his cock back in his pants before standing up. “It’s your turn, storyteller.” 

“Oh yeah!” Parker said, feeling giddy. 

Switching spots, Parker unbuckled his belt and shuffled his game board pants down to his thighs. His own cock flopping out. Settling between his legs, Chance reached a large hand for Parker’s cock and began stroking. 

“So…” He kissed up his length. “How did you start?”

“W-with Bop It. Ooh…” Parker had no idea how Chance had managed to keep speaking like this.

“Go on…” Chance took Parker’s cock into his mouth. 

“F-fuck! Ah, um. The game. I. I can feel it. A-and they tried playing with me.” Parker sucked in a hard breath. Damn, this was so much harder than he thought it would be.

Chance kept eye contact with Parker, a teasing glint in his irises as his head bobbed up and down over his length. 

“T-they touched the levers, and. Mmph! And I could feel EVERYTHING.” Parker’s knuckles were turning white with the death grip he had on the chair’s arm rests.

Popping up, Chance stroked Parker while he spoke. 

“What did it feel like?”

“Oh. Like m-many things. Painful, but also really really gooooood…” Chance’s mouth returned around his length. 

“I was so fucking hard.” Parker said, doing his best not to cum right away. 

“I’m assuming they figured it out?” Chance swirled his tongue around the head of Parker’s cock.

Nodding, Parker continued.

“Y-yes they did. They asked if I wanted them to keep playing. Oh, oh, oh! Oh, and I did!” Chance had deepthroated his cock now. “So, so, they made me eat them out. And… they kept playing the game.” 

“How’d they taste?” Chance asked lowly.

“S-so fucking good!” Tears were pricking at Parker’s eyes. Fuck, Chance was good at this. “I really want to taste them again!” 

“You’re lucky.” Chance lapped up his length again. “I haven’t gotten the opportunity to… yet.” 

“Y-you should when you can.” Parker moaned, feeling his climax nearing. Not yet, he couldn’t cum yet. There was still a story to finish. “T-they squirt!” 

“I’m aware.” Chance paused, stroking Parker’s length instead.

“I got them to do it multiple times! So, so sensitive.” Parker moaned. 

“Then what happened, Parker?” Chance’s low timbre had Parker shivering. 

“They rode me and played the game.”

“Did they cum on your cock?” Chance’s grip grew tighter. 

“Oooh, y-yes. They came so hard. But I didn’t cum yet.” 

“So what happened next?” Chance wrapped his mouth around Parker once more.

“They told me to use them.” 

That had Chance’s brows raising. Interesting… 

“S-so I pushed them down and fucked them from behind. I bit them, and fucked them. Made them cum again. And I-I, I came too!” Parker grabbed Chance’s head, fingers curled into his dark locks as he thrust up into his mouth.

Thick loads of his cum shot down Chance’s throat, which he swallowed gratefully. Parker flopped back into the chair breathing hard. 

“Y-you’re really good at that.” Parker said. 

“You’re pretty good yourself.” Chance stood up, offering his hand to Parker. 

He took it, allowing himself to be brought into an embrace. Nose to nose with Chance, Parker pressed a kiss to his lips. Chance went wide-eyed at first, then closed his eyes. Leaning in, he kissed Parker back. The two tangling tongues, tasting each other on their tongues. 

When they pulled apart, the two were red in the face. Chance rubbed his neck awkwardly.

“Well, uh, thanks for doing that… with me.” 

“Of course!” Parker said. “So, what should I do now?” He glanced at the clock, realizing your game night was soon. 

“You take what you learned from me to game night?” Chance teased with a knowing smirk. “You seemed surprised they enjoyed me taking over.” 

“W-well yeah! They weren’t like that at all with me!” Parker said. 

“They will be though.” Chance puffed out his chest confidently. “Trust me, they’re gonna love it. You just gotta be more self-assured.” 

“Self-assured. Right.” Parker bit his lip nervously. He had no idea if he would be able to muster up such a dominant persona like Chance. Regardless, he would try. He really wanted to experience what Chance had. 

“Good luck!” Chance pat him on the back, ushering Parker out of the office. “And don’t forget to regale the details to me at a later date. This was… fun.” Chance gave him a wink, then shut the door. 

“Fun. Right.” 

Looking at the stairs, Parker geared himself up for game night. Before you got to the attic, he set up Twister. A plan concocting in his brain at how he would be able to dominate you. 

Shortly after he was set up, you walked into the room. Sweetly, you sauntered over to him with a smile. Looking at the game, your smile grew.

“Twister already?” You asked, a teasing glint in your eye.

“Uh yeah! I was excited to play!” Parker fidgeted as he sat on the floor. 

Searching the room, you realized one of your regular game night members was missing. 

“Where’s Chance?” You asked.

“He had more G&G prep.” Parker lied. 

“Ugh, more? Damn.” You shook your head, spiritually admonishing the die. “Well, I still have my favorite board games to play with!” You beamed at Parker, making his heart jolt. 

Filled with a burst of confidence, Parker stood up. Grabbing your hips, he pulled you in. The man pressed a deep kiss to your lips, surprising you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips to his. His tongue danced over your bottom lip, then dipped into your mouth. Sliding his tongue with yours, he groaned at your taste. 

“Someone is eager.” You teased, pulling away to give him a suspicious look. 

“Can you blame a guy?” He nervously chuckled. 

“What are you plotting?” You teased, poking him in the chest.

“P-plotting? Who’s plotting? Not me!” His face grew red. 

“Riiight.” You circled around him, picking up the spinner for Twister. “So, we playing?” 

“Uh, yes… but…” Parker bit his lip, he needed to grasp that feeling of confidence again.

“But?” You queried. 

“But, I have something I want us to do.” He gulped nervously. 

“Okay? What is it?” You eyed him.

“Uh, um…” 

“Spit it out, Parker.” You walked up to him, pressing a peck to his lips. 

“R-right. I want us to strip.” He puffed out his chest with faux confidence.

“Like if we lose?” You shook the spinner.

“No, like beforehand.” 

“Why?” You smirked at him. This was taking an interesting turn.

“B-because it’ll…” He looked up, desperately trying to come up with an excuse. “Because it’ll make us more aerodynamic!” He nodded to himself with a satisfied smile. 

“Aerodynamic?” You giggled, shaking your head. “C’mon Parker, you can do better than that.” 

“W-well you had us strip during Sandyland!” He huffed. “It’s only fair I choose something we strip for.” 

“And you just so happened to choose Twister as our game we’re stripping down for?” You teased. 

“Yes! And that’s final!” He poked you in the chest this time. 

“Fair enough.” You shrugged, then began to pull off your shirt. “How much are we stripping down to?” You  asked.

Parker took a moment to respond as he was staring at your bare torso. Mouth agape at how brazenly you took your clothes off in front of him.

“Uh, just down to our underwear.” He gulped. Maybe he bit more off than he could chew tonight. 

“Cool beans.” You pulled off your pants, leaving you in your underwear. Motioning to Parker, you indicated you wanted his clothes off as well. 

Nodding, he followed your lead. Stripping down to his Twister themed boxers. 

“There! Now we’re ready to play!” He said, voice shaky. 

“Whose controlling the spinner?” You asked. Parker plucked the spinner from your hand and tossed it away. 

“We actually don’t play with it for two players.” He said. 

That’s right, stickler for the rules. Fair enough.

“Okay, then what are we supposed to do?”

“One of us calls out the color, the other says the body part.” 

“What do you want to be?” You asked.

“I can choose the body part.” He decided.

“And I’ll be the color then.” 

“Yup!” 

The two of you took your positions on opposite sides of the board. 

“Okay, what is the first part?” You asked, eyeing the man over. 

He blushed as you trailed over his exposed body, crossing his arms over his torso. 

“Uh, um. Left foot!”

“Yellow.” You added. 

The two of you placed your left feet on yellow. 

“Right hand.” Parker said.

“Blue.” 

The two of you were now leaned on your right sides. You gave Parker a warm smile with a giggle.

“I’m not the most flexible person.” You admitted. “So don’t be surprised if I lose.” 

“Well, I’m very good at Twister. So you’d probably lose anyways, even if you were flexible. No hard feelings though?” He teased.

“None taken.” You grumbled, getting your game face on. Now you had to win, out of spite, if nothing else. 

“Left hand.” 

“Red.” You stuck your tongue out at him as the two of you leaned down, arms crossed over the other. 

“Left foot.” He said.

“Green.” You made yourselves spread your legs out.

“So much for not being flexible, huh?” Parker chuckled. 

“I now have a grudge.” You said pointedly. “I see. Right foot.” 

“Green.” You said, doing your best to maneuver yourself without falling.

“Seriously?” He huffed.

“You said I choose the color.” 

“Right hand.” 

This time you felt you needed to relax yourself somewhat. 

“Yellow.” 

“Aww, getting tired already?” Parker asked. 

“N-no. Just taking a rest.” You shot back.

“Ah, yes. Just a rest.” He teased.

You continued calling out positions, finding yourself in a precarious one. 

“Did you seriously have to put yourself on top of me?” You grumbled, purposely pressing your back up against his chest. 

“Hey! No cheating! You can’t push me!” 

“I’m not pushing! Just getting comfortable.” You lied. 

Parker’s body surrounded yours, it was starting to get you hot. You felt trapped underneath him, and you weren’t complaining. Though you could never tell him that. It would be used to his advantage. Still, part of you wondered what it would be like in this position. 

“Hey.” Parker caught your attention. “You doing okay?” He asked with a knowing smirk.

Through the game mat he could feel that your palms had grown sweaty, and it wasn’t due to the physical activity. 

“Yes, I’m fine.” You breathed out, trying to push those sexy thoughts away.

“You sure?” He slightly pressed himself down on you, the heat of his body making you let out a whimper. 

“Uh, yes!” You said suddenly, hoping he didn’t catch the sound. 

“Positive?” He spoke lowly in your ear, then nipped it. The feeling had you jolting. 

“S-sorry. That was involuntary…” You trailed. 

Looking over your bare back he spotted the remnants of the mark he had given you last time. Now a faded splotch in the crook of your neck. Deciding that needed to be remedied, Parker kissed over the spot. The soft touch had you shivering.

“Parker…” You trailed, heart rate picking up.

“Yes?” He purred against your skin before biting down on the mark.

“Ah! Parker!” You gasped, doing your best to maintain your position. 

“Hmm?” He kissed over the new bruise.

“I feel like that’s cheating!” You growled. 

“You haven’t fallen.” He hummed. 

“Just pick the next part!” You huffed. 

“Right hand.”

“Green.” You said, before gasping. 

As Parker moved his hand, he brushed over your clothed core. Fingers tracing over your sensitive nub through your underwear. The shock of pleasure had a loud whine escaping your lips. 

“You’re already soaked.” He mused to himself before kissing your back. “Left hand.” 

“R-red.” Your body shook, then jolted as you felt him touch over you again. 

“Yeah, soaked. Your underwear is drenched.” He nipped at your neck. 

“Parker…” You whined.

“Left foot.” 

“Parker…” You whined again.

“Choose a color.” He commanded.

“Red.” You said. 

Both of you stayed in a similar position, just shifting up one space. As you moved, your backside brushed against Parker’s crotch. He hissed as your ass pressed against his hard cock. Smirking, you nodded to yourself. It was good to see he was equally as obsessed with you as you were to him. 

“You’re hard.” You said pointedly.

“And you’re wet.” He huffed out, trying desperately to contain himself. 

“What now?” You asked softly.

“Right hand.” He croaked out in a strained voice.

Grumbling, you decided to continue to play along.

“Blue.” 

As you moved your hands, you heard shuffling from behind before Parker placed his hand down. Biting your lip, you tried your hardest not to look behind you. 

“Left hand.” Parker said lowly.

“Yellow.” 

As Parker moved his hand, you felt his finger loop at the crotch of your underwear. He pushed it to the side making you gasp. Your soaked pussy now exposed. Before placing his hand down, he slid his fingers between your folds. Arching your back you let out a pathetic whine. 

“F-fuck, Parker!” You cried out.

“Left foot.” He groaned out.

“Red.” You said, shuffling your foot one space back. 

Parker moved his foot forward. Your newfound position had you feeling his cock pressing against your dripping core. 

“It’d be so easy.” Parker murmured lowly, rutting his hips up and down. Sliding his cock through your folds. The head of his cock caught at the entrance of your pussy, making your hips jolt. Letting out a low moan, you pressed your backside against him. Parker didn’t let you get far, pulling his hips away from you.

Whining, you shot him a glare from over your shoulder. He didn’t give, even though he wanted to. Instead, only smirked and shook his head. 

“Right foot.” He purred, eyes dark.

“Yellow.” You breathed out. 

Again, his cock pressed against your entrance. However, he still didn’t push in. Balling your hands into fists, you let out a frustrated groan. 

“Something the matter?” He teased, though he was feeling his composure cracking. He needed to fuck you. Desperately. 

“Yes, something is the matter.” You growled, gritting your teeth. 

You tried to push back against him again, but he moved away from you. 

“What’s wrong?” He crooned. “Are you not having fun?”

“I’m having a blast.” You spat.

“Doesn’t sound like it.” He kissed your neck.

“Parker, don’t play dumb with me.” You shot him another glare over your shoulder. 

“I’m not playing dumb, I’m playing Twister!” He chuckled. 

“Playing Twister with your dick out, teasing me!” You let out another frustrated huff.

He said your name softly.

“What?” You grumbled. 

“All you have to do is ask.” He said, smirking as he watched you shiver beneath him.

“Ask for what?” You spoke quietly, voice wavering.

“Ask me to fuck you. I’ll do it.” He nipped at your earlobe, making you gasp.

His words made your stomach drop. This motherfucker… who does he think he is? You were the one that was supposed to do the teasing. Not him. Where was this coming from?

While you thought on it, you realized you weren’t really in such a bad predicament. This newfound dominant Parker was certainly… exciting. That, you couldn’t deny. Perhaps you could let him have his fun. Plus, you were desperate. Feeling your pussy desperately clench around nothing as he teased your dripping hole. Yeah, you needed him. 

“Parker…” You whined.

“Yes?” His voice held a teasing lilt to it.

“Please…” You mustered up your words. “Please fuck me.”

“Now, was that so hard?” He chuckled lowly before pressing into you. 

As his cock slid into your heat, both of you moaned. His dick pressed right into where you needed him most. With one pump of his cock smushing against your gooey sweet spot, you were spasming and gushing around him. A low moan droned out of you as your surprise orgasm ripped through your body. Eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. 

“Oh gosh, golly…” He breathed out as your pussy clenched around him. “D-did you just-” 

Red in the face, you nodded. Yes, you did just cum already. All that damn teasing seemed to have you primed to go for the man. Fuck, you couldn’t tell if that was embarassing or hot. 

“That’s so hot, oh gosh. Oh, you’re so fucking sexy…” He trailed kisses up your spine as you came down from your climax. 

“Parker…” You groaned. “Please keep going.” 

You didn’t have to ask him twice. Pushing your face down onto the mat, Parker began to pummel in and out of you. Slick sounds filled the attic space as he used your body. Chance was right, you were so pliant like this. Fuck, Parker would never get enough of you. Each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls had you whining and crying out. 

“You feel so so good…” Parker bit into your shoulder. “Thank you, oh, thank you…” 

His nimble fingers found their way around your body. They began to circle your sensitive clit. The feeling began building another orgasm within you. Heat bubbling in your core as his cock slid through your soaked cunt and his fingers pressed your nub. Another peak was drawing closer, and all you could do was take it. 

As Parker fucked into you, your eyes glazed over, cock-drunk. His cock pressed against your sweet spot harshly once more, making you scream out. Hands grabbing at the mat below you as he pounded in and out of you over and over. Forcing another orgasm out of you, making it last longer with each drag of his cock. 

“Ah Parker!” You cried out. Your words spurred the man on. 

Somehow, he pounded into you even harder than before. His hands gripped at your hips hard, definitely leaving fingertip bruises on them later. Not that you minded. Being manhandled like this was a dream come true. All you had to do was shut off your mind and allow yourself to be used. 

Feeling your pussy begin to tighten up, Parker decided to switch things up. Pulling out, he flipped your body onto your back. Quickly he shoved himself into your pussy again. The feeling had you reaching for him. Hands holding his arms with a death grip as his rough movements brought you to the edge once more. 

Tightly shutting your eyes, you saw stars. Your body convulsed with pleasure beneath Parker. With your pussy clenching around him, he couldn’t hold back. Pounding into you, Parker chased his high. Feeling the need to cum with you, he allowed himself to release his load into you. 

The tightness of your pussy milked his cock as he came inside you. You moaned as you felt the satisfying warmth fill you. Leaning over you, Parker planted a deep kiss against your lips. Tongues tangling, you groaned. Gosh, he was addicted to your taste. There was never enough of you, he needed more. 

Pulling away, Parker looked down on you. Memorizing the way you look beneath him forever. Face flushed, kiss bitten lips parted as you took in deep breaths, pupils blown out as you looked up at him. 

“Fuck…” Parker breathed out.

“Fuck.” You agreed. 

“Wow.” 

“Wow.” You nodded.

Both you and Parker groaned as he pulled out. He watched as his spend slid out of your pussy and down your thighs. He catalogued the memory, saving it to tell Chance. 

Softly, he pressed kisses all over your face and body. Nuzzling your noses together, you both hummed with content.

Together you laid down on the Twister mat. Parker had you pulled against his chest, his fingers scratching your scalp as you came down. Curling into his chest, you let out a content sigh. Biting your lip, you wondered what to say to break the comfortable silence. 

“That was… nice.”

“Yeah it was.” Parker hummed. “By the way, you lost.” He teased.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully shoved his body. When he rolled back over, you snuggled into him. 

“So, where did you gain all that confidence?” You asked with genuine curiosity. Truly, you wanted to know where it came from.

“Chance might’ve helped me.” He admitted. 

“Is that so?” Interesting… You thought.

“Is that a problem?” He gulped nervously.

“No, not at all.” You paused, giggling mischievously. “At least not for you.”

[a99jazzybean]

AHHHH! I love this so much!!! They look so good! I’m glad you enjoy the fics! I love love love when people draw their ships so much!!!

Bestie, draw more of your self-ship pls! I love people drawing themselves/Ocs with their faves! Your art style is so cute btw, I love it! ❤️

Muchos besitos- a99jazzybean 🚬🦊

OH?? MY GOD??? i love your diceplay fics so much they overtake my whole frontal lobe wth?? i'm so glad you enjoy my art!! :D thank you so much!! in fact, im so grateful i dedicate this melodice art to The Road That Leads To You chapter 2 hehehe >:D (i cant draw backgrounds so credit to whoever posted this bg on pinterest.)

also much love to you too!! edit: i was too lazy to draw parker's tattoos sorry guys my hand hurts

[a99jazzybean]

Putting in a formal request for a teasing service top HectorxReader or another ParkerxReader please 🥺🥺 👉👈

I’ve read your chance and parker fics and they were all SO PEAKK MAN!!! absolutely Top tier writing!

Would personally love to see what you could come up with for him

Finally, I have done a Hector fic. Thanks for the request!

An Incentive

synop: You've been working yourself ragged, and Hector has had enough of it. After gaining your attention, he decides you need to take care of yourself in more ways than one... In order to have you comply, he provides an incentive. When he's satisfied, he'll take care of you.

words: 5.6K

includes: hectorxgn!reader, afab!reader, smut, dom/sub, masturbation, voyerism, slight angst, oral sex, squirting, creampie

a/n: I really hope I wrote Hector as a service top well! This is smutty! No minors!

Hot… 

Gosh it was hot. Bent over your desk you wiped at your forehead with a groan. The gross feeling of sweat on your palm had you grimacing. 

Peering up, you looked at the vent in your office. An accusatory stare hit Hector through the grates of the vent. It made his heart rate speed up. Finally…

He finally got your attention. 

For the last couple of days you hadn’t put on your Dateviators. Much to your household objects' chagrin. It wasn’t intentional, you had just found yourself majorly busy. First it was Sam asking you to help her move out of her apartment. Then your grandparents needed assistance with their new computer. Your elderly nextdoor neighbor had an emergency and asked you to water the plants while they were gone. Not to mention the things you had to do yourself. Bills to be paid, car registration updated, then you realized your driver’s license was about to expire. SO MANY THINGS. 

Seeing your frazzled state, most of the objects understood why you were unable to meet with them. However, there were some that were quite miffed that  you didn’t take at least some time out of your busy schedule to see them. 

The personification of your HVAC system happened to be one of those objects. 

Watching you with bated breath, Hector twiddled his fingers in anticipation.

Stepping out of your seat, you stretched and cracked your back with a satisfying pop. Leaving your office, you immediately rounded the corner to reach the thermostat. 

78 degrees… 

You looked back at the vent, hand on your hip as you raised a brow at it. Pulling your Dateviators from your pocket, you placed them on your face. Hector had to hold back a squeal of excitement as he watched you witness him through the vent. 

“Hector, pray tell, why does the house feel like a sauna?” You gave him an accusatory glare. 

“Ah, um, well, darling, you see…” He bit his lip, suddenly embarrassed about what he had done. “I just needed you to acknowledge me.” He admitted, through the grate you could see his eyes droop sorrowfully. 

A pang of guilt hit your chest at his words. It had only been a couple of days, but you suppose you had neglected some of the objects. Especially considering you still returned home everyday.

“Hector, I’m sorry.” You walked over to the vent, lifting your hand to it. “I should’ve at least said ‘hello’. I just got so busy, it was hard to even think.” 

A warm hand took hold of yours, thumb caressing the top lovingly. Looking at his hand, you smiled softly. Gosh, he had nice hands…

“I hate to see you run yourself so ragged.” He said, eyes filled with concern. 

“A lot had to get done. I couldn’t just leave people hanging, you know?” You let out a sigh. 

It was clear you had been busying yourself so much it appeared as if it was a detriment. Your frame slumped over with exhaustion, dark circles under your eyes, nails bitten down to the bed, all accompanied by random bruises you couldn’t remember getting. 

“I hate to see you hurting yourself like this, my darling.” He said with a sadness in his voice. 

“I’m not hurting myself. I’m… pushing myself is all.” You didn’t know why, but you felt as if he was pitying you. 

“Pushing yourself too hard.” Concern was laced in his voice. He didn’t know why he would’ve made you irritable. 

“Hector, I can handle my own shit.” Why were you spitting back at him? All he was doing was checking in on you, and you return his kindness with vitriol?

“D-dearest, I never said you couldn’t.” Oh no, barely a few sentences in and this was all falling apart. 

“Well it feels like you don’t think I can manage on my own.” Misplaced anger was bubbling in you. Your tired mind looking for a scapegoat to blame, unlucky for your AC, it was Hector. 

He knew you didn’t mean the malice in your tone, nonetheless, it was still unpleasant to receive. 

“I know you can manage, but I also know you run yourself ragged quite frequently. You could give that Breaker Box boy a run for his money with how much you push yourself to work.” 

“Ugh, what do you know? I have to work,...” You looked down, rubbing your arm. “To make sure everything is taken care of.” 

After you lost your job to a bot, your workaholic personality had you buzzing to do something, anything. Thus, you found yourself accepting everything offered to you. Whether it was from a person or one of your objects, you would make sure the job got done to the best of your abilities. 

Typically it would only be a few tasks you would have to do. Lately, it seemed that your reliability made you a favorable choice to ask when it came to providing aid. For some reason you couldn’t say “no”. Someone could ask you to go help them dumpster dive and you would accept the job with no questions. 

“I know, my love.” He offered his hand to you.

You accepted it, enjoying the feel of his warmth in your hand. 

“And you are exceptional at your work, truly, you are.” He pat your hand lightly. “However, it hurts to see you like this.” 

Oof, that hurt. You felt that pang in your chest again. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, unable to look at him. “I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten.”

“I should be the one apologizing.” He let out a sad sigh, twiddling his thumbs. “I shouldn’t have let this go on for so long. I need to respect your autonomy, of course. But clearly, you didn’t even realize it yourself.” 

“Hector, if you’re worried about me, you can tell me. I would prefer that you do.” You gave him a look of sincerity that had his heart swelling. 

“Y-you do?” 

“Of course I do!” You shook your head with a smile. “I know you care about me.”

“I do, deeply. More than I could ever articulate through words alone…” 

“You demonstrate your care plenty.” You pulled away from him. Placing your hands on your hips, you puffed out your chest with confidence. “So, what can I do to show you the same care?” 

Eyes widening, Hector tried to find his words. You, YOU, wanted to do something for him. Wait, weren’t you just arguing about you doing too much for others? Sneaky little thing, you were. 

“You can take care of yourself.” He said bluntly, hands held together. 

Quirking a brow, you gave him a confused look. 

“What do you mean?” You asked. 

“I mean, you rest, recuperate, not accept any more work until you are well-rested.” 

Teeth worrying over your lip, you wondered how you could get out of this one. To be honest, you didn’t really know how to take care of yourself. Outside of the bare necessities of eating and keeping yourself clean, there wasn’t much you ever thought could be considered “taking care of yourself.” 

“I don’t know, Hector…” You trailed.

“Ah ah, you asked me what I wanted.” His voice held more confidence. “And I told you, so you must.” 

“You got me there…” You paused. You didn’t want to come off as naive, but you felt a bit embarrassed that you didn’t have a clue as to what to do. “Um, what should I start with?” 

“Hmm…” Hector tapped his chin, then a loud rumbling came from your stomach. Through the vent you heard him chuckle. “Perhaps we can start with you eating a meal.” 

“Will you join me?” You asked sweetly. 

“Of course, I’ll be in the kitchen.” He began to shuffle around to head to the proper vent. 

“I mean, like in person.” You said, making him pause. 

“Apologies, my love, but I will not.” He said, making you frown. “Now, now, I’m not trying to upset you.”

“Then what is it that you are doing?” 

“Giving you an incentive.” Even though you couldn’t see it, he was smirking. 

“An incentive?” 

“Yes, an incentive. You wish to see me in person, you must complete all of the tasks I ask of you. Which of course, will be about taking care of yourself.” 

Grumbling to yourself, you tapped your foot in irritation. Eyeing him at the vent, you pouted. Oh what he would do to have that protruding bottom lip against his own. However, he could wait. He was a very patient man, after all. 

“Fine.” You had to admit, it was a nice incentive. 

When Hector had finally revealed himself to you, you were absolutely stoked. Immediately you flooded him with compliments that had him flustered and blushing. A reaction that you loved getting out of him. 

“Good.” Cool air began blasting through the vent, caressing your face. 

“Ooooh, yessss. That’s the good stuff.” You purred as the chill hit your overheated body. 

“Now, go eat.” Hector softly commanded. 

Nodding, you complied.

Walking into the kitchen you were greeted by the various objects housed in the room. Giving them all a wave, you headed to Freddy. 

“Hey Freddy.” You gave him a soft smile.

“Hey! Been awhile since I’ve seen ya, was afraid you were starving yourself.” 

“Oh no no no, not at all. I was just out of the house a lot.” Sucking your teeth, you awkwardly continued. “And I might have forgotten to eat.”

Freddy tisked you, then opened his doors. 

“Well, I’m glad you remembered now.” He waved his arm over the options in the fridge and freezer. “Let’s see, we’ve got leftover pasta carbonara, pizza, and some cold cuts for a sandwich.” 

“Sheesh, I really should’ve found the time to go grocery shopping.” You pondered on your options, settling on the pizza. 

You preheated your oven, then put it on a baking stone to warm up. You could feel your microwave’s eyes on you.

“Sorry Luke, Stefan just makes pizza taste better warmed up. Keeps the crust crispy.” You shrugged your shoulders. 

As you prepared your meal, you waved to your vent. Pointing at your plate, you grabbed a slice and took a bite. Soon enough, you had finished your meal. Yeah, you definitely should have eaten sooner. Oh well, at least you did it now. 

You returned to the vent, ready for your next task. 

“Alright, Hector. What else do you got for me?” 

“I was thinking you could take a shower. I left the house a bit hot, and I’m sure that was uncomfortable. I apologize for that inconvenience.” 

“You sure you don’t just want to see me naked?” You teased with a smirk.

“M-my love! I, well…” Hector pulled at his collar, feeling like his vent was very stuffy all the sudden. Taking in a breath, he composed himself. “While you know I certainly appreciate your bare form, this is not about me.” 

“Am I not doing these tasks for you?” 

“That’s only because you asked me what I wanted. I hope that you will do these on your own otherwise.” He huffed. 

“Alright, alright. Shower it is.” 

Walking into your bathroom, you pulled the Dateviators off. Yes, the objects have seen you naked plenty of times. However, having them stare at you when you could see them was awkward to say the least. Especially when Johnny Splash decided to make you his muse mid scrubbing at your armpits. You tried it once, then never again. Much to the object’s dismay, especially Amir’s. 

After starting the shower, you stripped down. There was one pair of eyes that you were happy to show off to. Staring directly at your vent, you gave it a wink and blew it a kiss. A sudden burst of hot air hit you, making you chuckle. 

In the vent Hector practically short-circuited at your flirtation. Oh, you truly were something else. 

As you showered you sang out the song that had been stuck in your head all day. Though you couldn’t witness it, Johnny attempted to harmonize with you. He did so very poorly, making all of the other objects audibly groan. 

When that was complete, you dried off and wrapped a towel around you. Slipping the Dateviators back on you were met with the sight of the bathroom objects. 

“Have a good shower?” Tyrell asked, giving you a once over. 

“Yeah! It was very refreshing. Much needed. Thanks Johnny!” 

“Uhuh, you're very welcome!” He said in his Presley-esque accent.

“Well, I’m off to get some comfy clothes.” 

Back in your bedroom you pulled out some comfy pjs. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you let out a satisfied huff. You were starting to feel much better than before. 

Turning to your bedroom vent, you spoke.

“What else, Hector?” 

“Do a leisurely activity to wind down.” He said. 

Though you couldn’t fully see him, you could tell he was happier at the state you were in. 

“Leisurely activity…” You tapped on your chin, thinking of what to choose.

Nodding, you decided reading was a good bet. Heading down to your office, you looked over your little library. One book caught your eye, so you grabbed it. Taking it to the living room, you sat on the couch with your blanket wrapped around you. 

Over your shoulder, Mateo was reading along with you. An inanimal cat sat in his lap purring contently. On your other side sat Koa, who was chilling contently with his eyes closed. Over your other shoulder, Lyric joined in on the reading. Normally you would find something like this claustrophobic, but you felt you owed it to the objects after not speaking to them for a while. As you read, you made sure to turn the pages slowly so they could follow along. From behind you could hear Lyric gasping and murmuring to himself. Mateo sat quietly, only laying his head on your shoulder. Occasionally his eyebrows would raise as something he read on the page. 

“No, no, no, no! You cannot stop there!” Lyric implored as you put a bookmark on the page. 

“I think it’s a good place to stop.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“B-but it’s a cliffhanger! You can’t just stop!”

“Lyric, you literally are part of this book. Don’t you know how it ends?” You teased.

“I do, but I can’t believe you would just end it there! It gets so good!” 

Chuckling, you lightly pat his shoulder. 

“I’ll be okay, I’m excited to see what comes next.” 

Standing up, you cracked your back. Again, you returned to the vent. Looking up expectantly, you spoke to Hector. 

“So, what now? I feel like I’ve done a pretty good job of taking care of myself.” You gave him a sweet smile.

“My darling, you certainly have.” He crooned. The praise sent a chill down your spine. 

“So… can I see you now?” You batted your lashes.

“Not just yet.” He chuckled at your pout. “I have one more task.” 

“As long as it’s just one. I really want to see you.” You sighed.

“Trust me, I think you’ll enjoy this one.” You couldn’t see it, but he had a cheeky grin on his face. 

See, officially being with you had brought out a good bout of confidence from the man. That confidence had now manifested a hunger within him. A hunger that he wished to explore tonight, if you would have him. 

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He said, before shuffling off. 

“Okaaay…” You gave a suspicious look to the vent before heading upstairs.

Once in your room, you walked up to the vent.

“Alright, I’m here.” You waved around the room.

“Indeed you are.” Hector could barely contain his glee. 

“So, what do you want me to do? Sleep?” 

“Eventually, yes. However, I have a special task for you.” 

“And that is…?” You let out a huff. “I’d prefer skipping the crypticness.” 

“So impatient, my love.” His voice lowered, making you shiver. Oh, oh, that’s really hot.

“S-sorry.” You stuttered out the apology.

“Mmm. Good.” He let out an airy sigh. “Now, my next task for you is very special.”

“Special?” 

“Oh, very much so.”

You bit back a snarky comment. It was surprising to feel such a domineering presence coming from your vent, yet, here you were. And it was certainly making you feel “special”. 

“My final task is that you pleasure yourself. One of the finest ways of taking care of oneself.” 

Immediately, red bloomed on your face. Shuffling your feet, you looked down. Pleasure yourself? 

“I-in front of you?” You asked quietly. 

“Why of course. Why else would I ask you to do this? I must see you taking care of yourself properly.” 

“Uh, I guess that makes… sense.” The blush on your face grew darker. 

Sure, you and Hector had already had sex. Who wouldn’t want to immediately jump that man’s bones? However, so far it had been fairly vanilla. Not that you minded. Hector was a very attentive lover. Seemingly needing to please you in order to feel pleasure himself. 

Now, things had taken a turn. Though, you weren’t opposed to exploring more in the bedroom. Especially if it helps him gain even more confidence. 

“I’m glad you think so. Now, if you will.” His hands motioned for you to begin. 

“Do you want me to strip?” You asked, reaching for the hem of your shirt. 

“If you wouldn’t mind, please.” His polite demeanor was extremely hot to you.

Slowly, you lifted off your shirt, leaving your torso bare. Through the grate you could hear him groan at the sight. 

“Such a marvelous creature you are…” He purred. 

Your sleep shorts followed, leaving you fully naked. Part of you wanted to cover up, but another part enjoyed feeling so vulnerable, so… exposed. 

In the vent, Hector was practically panting at the sight. This show was all for him? Oh you treated him too well. Yet, he needed more. Needed to watch you truly “take care” of yourself. 

Walking backwards, you landed on your bed. Scooching further back, you fully laid down. Your legs spread apart, giving Hector a full view of your sex. Already shiny with your slick. The sight had him moaning, his cock growing hard. 

Sliding your hand over your body, you teased over your chest. Your fingers tweaked at your nipples, making you whine. Hector let out a quiet whimper. You continued to play with your chest and nipples for a while till they stayed hardened. 

Slowly, you trailed your hand down your body. Stopping just above your sex. Deciding to have some fun, you slid your hand away from your pussy. Instead teasing over your spread thighs. Not only were you teasing yourself, but Hector as well. The man was practically begging for you to actually touch yourself. 

Finally, you granted his wish. Fingers slid between your folds, spreading them for Hector to see. Lightly, you stroked over your clit. A spark of pleasure had you moaning. Each stroke had you letting out soft moans and whines. In your mind you pictured Hector touching you with those lovely hands of his. 

As you fantasized, you moved your fingers to the entrance of your cunt. Plunging two fingers in, you heard a loud groan from Hector. Oh he was loving this. Watching you please yourself was pure heaven in his eyes. Each sound spilling from your mouth a siren’s call, begging for him to just come and claim you. Tempting, yes, very tempting. But, Hector wanted to watch you fall apart on your fingers. Watch how you use your own body to please yourself. 

Though you were separated by a grate, witnessing this intimate moment made him feel closer to you than ever before. 

Wet sounds filled the room as you continued to pump your fingers in and out. Curling them just right to hit that perfect gummy spot inside. Then you would pull them out, swirling them around your clit. As you continued your moans grew louder. A heat growing in your belly, indicating your climax was on the horizon. 

Hector was shaking with anticipation. 

“Yes my darling, just like that.” He reached his hand over his pants, giving the hard bulge a squeeze. 

Wait, no, he didn’t want this to end so soon. Not just yet.

“Slow down.” He commanded softly. 

With a whimper, your fingers slowed their pace. Bringing you the barest amount of friction as you pressed in and out of your pussy. Your hips jolted up to meet with your hand. It was like your body was begging to go faster, forcing you to move. 

“H-hector…”

“Yes, my love?” He asked, voice hoarse. 

“Please…ah…”

“Please what?” Oh, he was going to lose his composure.

“Please, let me go faster!” You whined.

“Oh, my dearest love, please do. Fuck yourself on those lovely fingers.” 

His words spurred you on, making you respond to him with a loud moan. Hips rising, you began to chase that high. The movement of your hand was becoming sloppy as you ground your clit against your palm. Fingers pumping at a fast pace. 

“Oh, my love…” Hector moaned. 

“Ah! Hector…” You groaned out his name, making him respond with his own moan.

“Yes! Yes! Cum for me, my darling. Let me see you shaking with pleasure. I must see!” He huffed grabbing at the grate. 

Nodding, your eyes squeezed shut as you continued to play with your cunt. Just a few more pumps of your fingers had you shattering. A long loud moan escaping your lips as you gushed over your hand. The sight had Hector moaning loudly.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to have you. 

Quickly, he exited the vent system then headed to your bedroom. Catching your breath, you saw Hector enter the room. A soft smile was on your face as you took in his presence. His eyes were sparkling with awe as he looked over you. 

“How was that?” You asked softly.

Crawling over you, Hector pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Grabbing your hand, he pulled it to his lips. Wrapping his lips around your fingers, he sucked off your essence. His eyes rolled back with a groan. 

“You did so well, my love.” He kissed you again. “So amazing…” Again, his lips captured yours. 

Opening your mouth, you let his tongue slide with yours. Both of you groaned at the other’s taste. Hector’s kiss grew sloppy, as if he was addicted to your lips. Well, he was, and he would gladly die in this kind of bliss. 

Pulling back, Hector looked down at you. The look of adoration in his eyes had your heart swelling. His hand caressed your cheek before sliding over your lips. Lightly, he pressed two of his fingers into your mouth. Your mouth accepted the intrusion willingly. Feeling the soft pad of your tongue against his fingers had Hector groaning. Giving them two pumps in your mouth, he pulled them out. Making sure you were watching, he brought them to his own lips. With a dark gaze, he slowly slid them into his mouth. A low groan rumbled in his chest. 

“Have I told you how delicious you are, my darling?” He crooned.

You gave a small nod. 

“Well, I must tell you again. You taste utterly divine.” He leaned back over you. 

Pressing his lips to your neck, he left a trail of kisses down. Moving further down your body, he ended with his head between your thighs. Kissing your thighs, you felt his stubble tickle your skin. You let out a soft giggle. 

“Is something funny?” He asked, eyes hungry.

“N-no. You just tickled me.” 

“I apologize if that brought you discomfort.” He briefly looked concerned.

“No, my love. It didn’t feel bad at all.” You reached for his dark curls.

“I’m glad that is the case.” He kissed your thigh again. “Now, may I taste you some more?”

“Y-yes please!” You nodded your head vigorously. 

“You seem excited.” He teased, then dived in. 

The man gave you no time to think. A warm tongue slipped into your folds with fervor. Obscene wet sounds came from between your legs as he lapped at your soaked cunt. As if he needed to memorize your taste. Slurping up every bit of your essence as he could, then he turned to focus on your clit. A light flick had you buzzing, your previous orgasm had you very sensitive. 

Moaning loudly, your hips jolted as he continued to lavish your clit. Little flicks sent that flare of heat back in your belly. At this pace he would have you cumming on his face in no time. Just as you felt the precipice of your peak, he pulled away. 

Shocked, you looked down at him. A dopey smile was on his face. The man was clearly pussy-drunk, but sober enough to want to tease you. Evil, sexy, but still evil. 

Whining, you reached for his hair. He pulled back slightly. 

“My darling…” He slowly slid his tongue through your folds before coming back up, “is something the matter?” 

Letting out a huff of frustration, you lifted onto your elbows. Glaring at him, you whined again.

“Yes! Something is the matter!” Shuffling, you tried pushing closer to him, but his arms held your thighs down. “I was so close to cumming!” You felt your pussy ache at the thought. 

“So impatient. I’m only trying to savor something as delicious as yourself.” A cheeky grin was on his face. 

Another slow lick up your folds had you jolting. 

“However, I am partial to begging. I just might be willing to forgo my principles on the matter.” He finished with another long stripe with his tongue. 

Letting out a frustrated huff, you clenched at your bedsheets. 

“Please…” You let out a pathetic whine.

“Please what?” He kissed your thigh. 

“Please let me cum.” You said softly.

“My love, I didn’t catch that.” There was a teasing lilt to his voice. 

“Hector, please! Please let me cum!” Fine, you’d let go of some of your dignity.

“Was that so difficult?” 

“Yes…” You muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” He teased.

“N-nothing!”

“Hmm, good.” He licked up your cunt. “Now, I must return to my meal.” 

His tongue began flicking at your clit again. The heat in your belly rising once more. Every stroke of his tongue against you made it grow hotter and hotter. A well placed suck on your clit was your undoing. Thighs clenching around Hector’s head, you screamed and gushed over his face. The man took the offering gratefully, lapping up every last drop he could. 

As you came down, he licked at you slowly. Aftershocks of pleasure shot through you with each pass of his tongue. 

When he was satisfied, he stood up. Taking his time, he removed his clothes. Doing his best to maintain a confident aura, he crawled over you. Looking between you you glanced at his hard cock. A decent length with a wonderful girth that had your mouth watering. Oh, you needed him in you. Now. 

Shuffling your hips, you tried to tease him. A surprisingly strong hand pushed your hips down. Shaking his head, he leaned down to capture your lips. 

“My dearest, we ask for things we want. Don’t we?” His voice was so sweet, yet so commanding. It had you buzzing.

“Y-yes.” 

“So?” He pressed.

“I want you to fuck me.” You breathed out shakily.

He shook his head at you, the look of disappointment in his eyes had your face flushing. 

“You know better than that. Try again, my love.” 

“Please, fuck me.” You said it loud enough.

“I’m so glad you asked, my love.” He kissed your nose. 

Gripping your thighs, he lined his cock up with your soaked pussy. Slowly, he pressed in. As soon as he pushed past that first ring of resistance he was whining. Fuck, you felt so good. 

When he was fully inside, he sat there for a moment. Adoration shined in his eyes as he looked at you beneath him. Wow, you were perfection. There was no other way to explain it. How lovely you looked under him. Your cheeks painted red, chest heaving, body shaking with pleasure. His eyes trailed down to where you were connected. He let out a groan at the sight. His thick cock pressed deep in your drenched pussy. It felt like you were getting even wetter. 

Hector decided to move. Slowly pulling out almost all the way, he paused. Suddenly, he snapped all the way into you, forcing a choked out moan. Your head was thrown back at the surprise shock of pleasure. 

Hands gripping your hips, Hector began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. Each push had you crying out. Tears of overstimulation pricked at your eyes. Hector almost came at the sight of the tear sliding down your cheek. 

“My darling, oh… How do you feel?” He said in a husky voice, not stopping his movements. 

“S-so good, so, so, so, ooooohhh.” You clenched your eyes shut as the head of his cock hit that perfect spot. 

“Mmm, does that feel good my love?” He continued to focus his movements on the spot, his only goal was to make you cum on his cock. He needed to feel you. If he could, he would make you do it multiple times. 

At this point, you could barely speak. Only nodding at his words as his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot. 

Deciding to add to your pleasure, Hector trailed his fingers down your body. Stopping right at your clit, he pressed against the sensitive nub. The action had you crying out, your pussy slightly tightening around him. 

“Mmph, my dearest…” He crooned. “Look at you.” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, tongue tangling with yours. 

When he pulled back, he couldn’t stop looking at you. Each shock of pleasure on your clit and sweet spot had you moaning and shivering. 

“You deserve this, my love.” He circled your clit. “Deserve so much pleasure. Let me take care of you.” 

Another well placed thrust had you shattering. Your pussy clenched around his length tightly. He moaned at the feeling, but wouldn’t allow himself to finish. Not yet. 

Hector continued to pump in and out of you as you came down from your high. Groaning, he felt your pussy flutter around his cock. Feeling like this, he didn’t know how much longer he would last, but he must persist. 

He lifted your legs over his shoulders, pressing himself deeper inside. More tears flowed down your cheeks. Fuck, it was too much, yet oh so good. You didn’t want it to stop. 

“Darling, do you think you could give me one more. Just one, that’s all I ask.” He begged against your lips before kissing you sloppily. 

Again, all you could do was nod. Accepting everything the man was willing to give you. 

Hector focused on grinding into your sweet spot. Every thrust had you crying out, pleasure built up in your core. His fingers remained steady on your clit, circling it over and over again. Your plush walls were tightening around him, signaling you were close once more. 

“That’s it, my love. Let go, let me take care of you.” He purred. 

It was becoming difficult for him to hold back. With you tightening around him, the sounds you were making, the fucked out look on your face, he could cum at any moment. 

Sliding against your sweet spot, with a press to your clit had you cumming on his cock. The feeling of you clenching around him had Hector reaching his own peak. As he thrusted into you, he released warm ropes of cum. The feeling of him filling you was so satisfying, you hummed in content. 

As both of you came down, Hector kissed all over your body. Leaving featherlight traces of his lips on your skin. It made you shiver at the intensity. Reaching for Hector’s hair, you carded your hand through his dark locks. Lightly, you pulled his head up to your face. Pressing a deep kiss to his lips, you moaned. Hector groaned as you tangled tongues. 

Pulling away, Hector looked down at you. It was a sight he was going to remember for forever. Eyes glazed over, you looked like you were in pure bliss. Cunt stuffed full of himself and his spend. Fuck, you are so sexy. 

When Hector pulled out, you both whined at the loss. As you were boneless, he took over. Wiping you off softly with a washcloth, then helping you to the bathroom. When you returned to the bedroom you slid under the covers of your bed. Hector pulled you tightly against him, as if he was afraid you were going to move away from him. To dissuade any worry, you nuzzled into him. Planting soft kisses up his chest and neck. 

“Thank you.” You breathed out when you felt you could speak again. 

“There is no need to thank me, my love.” He lifted your hand, planting a soft kiss on the top. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

“I do need to thank you.” You looked at him with adoration. “You took care of me.” 

“My darling,” he gave you a soft smile, “you did that all on your own.” 

“I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t ask for it.” 

“The only thing I did was give you a push.” 

“An incentive.” You nudged him teasingly. 

“Yes, an incentive.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

It was wonderful having him physically with you. You wouldn’t give it up for the world. 

[a99jazzybean]

Twist and Shout!

A lil peek into my future Ferris Bueller fanfic featuring Parker, Chance, and the reader! I've watched the movie like three times this week and I NEEDED to draw this for some reason. I'm planning on doing a couple of other redraws like the art museum scene.

Hope you like it!

[a99jazzybean]

I hc that chance wouldn't rlly be into beer but more into wine, can't get drunk chance out if my head so...thoughts?👉👈

I am a pretentious alcohol consumer, so this is right up my alley. Let me know if you want some more headcanon stuff, I’ve got some niche ideas on the back of my mind rn.  This is set post realization. 

When Chance discovers drinking, he wants to learn more about it rather than just drinking for drinking’s sake. 

Honestly, I think that Chance would like craft beer, but definitely not the cheapy stuff like Bush or Miller. He would definitely go for local drafts, but would absolutely love Irish stout. I think he would avoid IPAs, he just doesn’t seem like a hops kind of guy to me. 

Now, wine… Chance does love wine. Specifically he loves a good red, I’m thinking Zinfandels are his go to since they pair with so much, but when he’s craving dry he’ll pull out a Merlot. For whites he loves a good buttery Chardonnay. If he wants something a bit sweeter he goes for a Riesling. 

I have a headcanon that Chance visited France and took sommelier classes for fun, so man is pulling out that trivia when wine is involved. You just want a simple charcuterie board? Too bad, you’re about to learn how this 2020 Cabernet Sauvignon used grapes grown during a drought. He’s sniffing corks, he’s swirling that shit in the glass, he’s takin’ a sip and thinking on the flavor. Honestly, it’s kinda hot. 

As for other spirits, I think Chance is a fan of gin. I also think he would enjoy absinthe, specifically because of the spirit’s history. He has very specific whiskey he enjoys. I think he’s got some Suntory. A guilty pleasure is just Jack and Coke. When he doesn’t want to pull out a wine (it’s best if you drink the whole bottle within a 24 hour period), he will just pour himself Jack and Coke to unwind. 

Chance’s alcohol tolerance is kind of insane. It takes a long while for him to get drunk. He can get tipsy with a bottle of wine, but drunk takes a lot.

When Chance is tipsy, he starts to get extra touchy feely. He already enjoys holding you, but when he’s impaired, you are being held everywhere. Man will drag you onto his lap so he can wrap his arms around you. 

He also gets really, really horny. With a bottle of wine down, he’s staring you down with unabashed hunger. The teasing flirting he does while sober, yeah that’s not happening anymore. He is straight with you, letting you know that he wants you. Badly. 

The only teasing he does is with his touch. Lips pressed against the column of your throat as his hands trail up your sides softly. One of his hands will just barely brush over your clothed sex, giving you just a taste. The teasing only lasts so long though, eventually he will need to have you. 

Once you make it to the bedroom, your clothes are ripped off. His mouth is immediately on your sex. We know this man is a munch while sober, buddy, he goes feral when inebriated. He will NOT STOP going down on you till you’re practically shaking and crying. Then, and only then, will he finally fuck you. 

Again, he will be feral. Mouth running off with the most obscene dirty talk as he ruts into you. It makes you wonder what he’s holding back when he fucks you sober. 

The sex is hot and oh so sloppy. 

Sadly, when he is inebriated, he really can only go one round before he has to tap out. There’s a reason he goes down on you for a while. He doesn’t want to leave you dissatisfied, ever. Even with a clouded mind, your pleasure is a top priority. Honestly, he gets off on you getting off. A pleasure top to the max. 

[a99jazzybean]

It Takes More Than Two

@thehoneycrypt this one's for you bb!

synop: After getting your alphas to open up to you, Hank 5 says he's ready to have a baby. All of your pack agrees and prepares for your next heat. aka: reader gets an alpha Hank train ran on them.

words: 6K

includes: alpha!hanksxomega!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, pregnancy, impregnation, sixsome, multiple partners, smut, creampie, squirting, knotting, breeding kink

a/n: Grrr... Date Everything omegaverse. I'll be doing more!

This story is very smutty, no minors!

Muffled voices from the hall had you stirring awake. When you tried to rise from the bed, you found yourself pulled tightly against a strong bare chest. The man beside you groaned, his arms pulling you even closer. Glancing up, you saw him looking down on you. Eyes still droopy with sleep, a soft content smile on his face. His bright orange hair fluffed up in adorable bed head. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was husky as he continued to fully wake up. 

“I heard the others in the hall. I wanted to see them off.” You said. 

“They’re just getting ready. You know you’re stuck with me today.” He lifted your chin lightly, bringing your lips to his. 

Softly, he gave you a kiss. One that you whined into. 

“Can’t I just say goodbye to my alphas?” Pulling back, you gave him a pout. 

He pressed another kiss to your lips.

“No, we agreed on this. Don’chu remember?” 

“I doooo, but it’s so hard.” 

“Imagine how it’ll be for them?” He nuzzled into your neck, mouthing at his mark. “I’m barely containing myself right now.” He nipped at it, making you keen. 

“Haaank…” You whined. “It hasn’t even officially started yet.” You mumbled, looking down. 

Lifting your chin again, Hank gave you a serious look. 

“That might be true for you, but you smell fucking righteous right now, man.” To emphasize his point, he leaned in. Breathing deep, your scent flooded his senses. “Yeah, righteous…” He drawled, practically drunk on your scent. 

By now you were likely a few hours out before your heat officially began. Your pack decided it was best that Hank 3 stay with you when it started. He had the most sexual stamina and would be the best one to ready you for the others. This time you definitely needed to be prepared. 

Half a year ago, Hank 5 had stood by your bedroom door awkwardly. Softly asking to come in when you approached. Of course, you invited him in. However, you were surprised he had shut the door behind him. 

“Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you about this… privately. Mano a mano, ya feel?” 

Your alphas certainly had a way with words, even if they weren’t typically used in the right context. 

Giggling softly, you motioned for him to join you on your large bed. Slowly, he padded over then sat on the edge. Back stiff as a board as he searched for the right words. You could smell the anxiety on him, so you wrapped yourself around him. Immediately he relaxed, then sighed as you covered him in your scent. 

“Thanks. I’m just a lil’ nervous. We don’t talk about the serious stuff, yo…” 

“What’s on your mind, Alpha?” The way you said his title had him shivering. 

“Well, remember that conversation we had? The one about future dreams?” He asked, a blush growing on his cheeks. 

“I do.” You nodded. “ You said you wanted to be a dad.” 

“Yeah…” He paused. Holding his breath, he wondered how to proceed with this conversation. 

While you and the guys were encouraging of his future goals, he didn’t know when exactly you would all be ready to proceed with it. 

Seeing the inner turmoil on his face, you lightly placed a hand on his thigh. 

“Hank, do you want to have that baby now?” You asked softly, eyes sparkling with adoration. 

Jumping in in surprise, he lifted his hands as if to stop you.

“Y-you don’t need to though. I just think it’d be kinda totally rad, you feel me? And I think we’re ready. I know I am.” A newfound assuredness was written on his face. 

“I know I’m ready too.” You said, giving him a smile that had his heart swelling. 

“Really??” He looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Really, really.” 

“Really, really, really??” He leaned toward you. 

“Really, really, really, really!” You planted a kiss on his lips. 

“Oh! Oh!” He kissed you back deeply. “That’s so awesome, man!” 

“So, do you wanna tell the guys?” You asked. 

“Absolutely, homie!” 

That evening, you sat the rest of the Hanks down to share the news. Hank 5 was practically sweating bullets standing in front of the others. It was only fairly recently that you had actually managed to get them to open up, so being this vulnerable was quite a feat. 

Grabbing his hand, you squeezed it reassuringly. Looking up at him, you gave him a soft smile. Taking in a deep breath, he nodded at you. Looking over the group he readied himself. 

“So, uh, you guys gonna tell us why you gathered us all together?” Hank 1 asked, looking between the two of you. 

Turning to Hank 5, you nodded. 

“Um, I was talking to our omega,”  he cleared his throat, “and we decided we are ready to have a baby.” He straightened himself up, readying to hear any objections. 

“That’s fuckin’ rad dude!” Hank 4 stood up, pulling 5 into a lung crushing bear hug. “You’ve always wanted to be a dad! Now your dream is coming true!” 

“Actually…” You chimed in, face already red for what you were about to say. “We were wondering if you all wanted to be parents?” 

All of the Hanks went wide eyed, red dusting their cheeks. 

“Y-you want all of us to be dads?” Hank 2 asked. 

Sheepishly, you nodded, then paused. 

“That’s so hot.” Hank 3 chuckled, the red on his face darkening another shade. 

The other Hanks gave him a look, to which he shrugged at.

“What? You know what I think about parents.” He shot a finger gun your way. “And you’re smokin’” He clicked his tongue at you. 

Rolling your eyes you let out an airy laugh. 

“So whaddya think?” You bit your lip nervously. 

The group pondered on it for a moment. Searching their individual faces you watched as their brows furrowed in thought.

“I-I’ll do it.” Surprisingly, Hank 2 was the first to speak.

He pushed himself off of the couch, walking up to you. Reaching for your hands, he held them gently. 

“Omega, it would be an honor to father a child with you.” He gave you the most sincere gaze, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. 

Next was Hank 1 pulling you and Hank 5 in a tight embrace. Pulling back, he gave you a wide grin. 

“Wherever you go, I got your backs, homies. We’re all in this together, even as parents!” He pumped his fists. 

Hank 4 also pulled you in an embrace, this one more loose as he slung his arms over you and Hank 5. 

“We’re gonna be such good parents! It’s gonna be so sick!” He flashed a “hang ten” sign. 

Finally it was Hank 3’s turn. The ginger swaggered up to you with a smirk. 

“So, uh, when are we tryin’ for this baby?” 

“During my next heat.” You said without hesitation. 

That had the alpha stammering, his “smooth guy” persona chipping away at the thoughts you had conjured up in his head. 

“Oh, sounds super rad, dude. Yeah…” He coughed awkwardly. “Totally rad, like the most… radical.” His voice falters as he catches you looking at him with pure adoration. 

“Hank, do you wanna be a dad?” You touch his arm lightly. 

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, he nods. 

“Y-yeah I do.” He lets out a soft sigh. “You just know I’m not super duper awesome at doing this… stuff.” He motions around himself. 

“You don’t have to worry about that, love. You’re super duper awesome at doing me.” You gave him a smirk and a wink that had his blush deepening. 

You pressed a light peck to his lips, but Hank 3 didn’t let you pull back. Instead looping an arm around you and pulling you into him. He pressed his lips against yours once more, teasing your bottom lip with his tongue. Entertaining him, you slid your tongue against his. Tasting you, he groaned. When you pulled away, his face followed yours. The man was insatiable. 

Beside you, Hank 5 raised a brow at Hank 3. Biting his lip, Hank 3 sauntered up to the other man.

“Feeling left out, daddy?” He purred, before pulling Hank 5 toward him. 

The two locked lips heatedly. Tongues intertwining as they groaned into each other's mouths. 

From behind you felt strong arms pull you to a strong chest. Over your shoulder you were met with Hank 1’s smile. Through his pants you could feel him growing hard already. At your side Hank 2 nuzzled into your neck, kissing against his mating mark. Shivering, you turned to lock lips with him. 

Hank 1 trailed his lips up your neck, pausing to nip at your ear before speaking gruffly.

“Why wait till your heat to start trying?” His words had you buzzing, but you were able to tease just as easily.

“Mmm… As much as I would love to, I need to get off of my birth control first.” With a hand on Hank 1’s cheek, you pulled him in for a deep kiss. “Though, I’m not opposed to practicing before then.” You purred against his lips. 

At your words all of your alphas practically pounced on you. In no time you were stripped bare, splayed out on your living room floor. The rest of the night your alphas lavished you with their attention. Giving you just a taste of what you were going to experience during your heat. 

Your seasonal affliction used to be something you dreaded, but when you had five knots plug you up multiple times, it became much more bearable. It was non-stop action, followed by wonderful attention from the Hanks. 

Some found your dynamic odd, it wasn’t common for an omega to have this many mates. However, it didn’t matter to you. All that mattered was your love for each other. That love wasn’t just shared with you. Everyone in your pack was deeply intimate with each other. Each of you had five marks littered around your throats. 

Now, you were tangled in bed with Hank 3. Feeling the beginning itch of your heat bloom between your legs. Nuzzling into his neck, you breathed in his scent. Fresh citrus and oak filled your senses, somewhat dulling the ache. Needing more, you stuck out your tongue. Lapping away at his scent gland had the man shivering and groaning.

“H-homie, ah…” He bit his lip as you nipped at him. “Are you feeling it?” 

You responded to him with a nod and a whine, still going for his scent gland. With a strong hand, Hank 3 brought your attention to his face. With another groan, he took in the sight of you. Pupils blown out, a sheen of sweat on your forehead, your mouth parted as if it needed to be latched onto something. 

“Awesome…” Hank 3 said to himself softly. “You look so fucking good, babe.” 

His compliment  had you keening. You pressed yourself against him, kissing him deeply. Hank 3’s lack of filter when it came to you had always had you folding for him. 

He was the first of the Hanks that you met. Entering an athleisure wear store that you were working at part-time. He was extremely disheveled, a jacket haphazardly wrapped around his waist to hide the split in his pants. Spotting you restocking shoes, he ran up. On his way toward you, he was hit with the most delectable scent he had ever had the pleasure of smelling. It had him drooling. Feeling the trail of spit sliding down the corner of his lips, he quickly wiped it off. 

“Uh, excuse me!” He shouted at you despite being a few feet away. 

Turning around with a quirked brow, you took in the sight of the exasperated man. 

“Hey dude!” He walked up to you. “My bros and I were just out rock climbin’, and I had a MAJOR wardrobe malfunction.” He spoke fast, as if he needed to tell you the adventure he had just arrived from. 

“Okay… do you need some new clothes?” You wondered why he was talking to you when he could easily peruse the store himself. 

“Wow! That’s exactly what I need!” He spoke with such earnestness, it took you aback. 

Taking in the alpha before you, you appraised his appearance. From what you could see he had a very nice physique, plus he smelled pretty delicious, then there was the adorable tuft of ginger hair and sprinkle of freckles on his cheeks. A cutie, that’s what he was. 

“Like what you see, gorgeous?” He smirked as you realized you had been staring a bit too long.

“Uh, I was just looking you over to gauge what your clothing size is.” You pursed your lips tightly, hoping you wouldn’t embarrass yourself further. 

“Couldn’t you just ask me that, brah?” 

Now that he was talking to you, he could care less about his pants. While it was unfortunate that his shorts split, it was clear that the adventure fates had blessed the alpha with your presence. 

All of the Hanks had decided to be together many many moons ago, but they were all alphas. Sure, they didn’t technically need an omega to be happy, but it wouldn’t hurt. Occasionally they would find someone to take home, but five alphas could be quite a lot to handle. Not many could. 

Looking at you though, Hank 3 felt a different energy. Someone willing to take up a challenge. Boy, did he have the challenge for you.

“So, you’ve been working here for a while?” He pulled out his charming smile. 

“Don’t you need clothes?” You asked, crossing your arms. 

“Well, yeah… but a guy can’t talk to a hottie like you while lookin’?” He waggled his brows suggestively.

“Never said you couldn’t.” You couldn’t help but smile at his antics. Sure, he was EXTREMELY forward, but somehow, it was a breath of fresh air. 

In your experience you found there were many an alpha that tried too hard to be “low key”, wanting you to be the one that chased after them. Sadly, you had fallen for it too many times. Being pursued felt… nice. 

“By the way, cutie, my name’s Hank.” He gave you another charming smile. 

“Nice to meet you Hank. Let’s get you some new clothes.” You motioned for him to follow you to the men’s section of the store. “What are you looking for?” 

“New pants, it’s a bummer, but my shorts split.” He muttered, embarrassed.

“Hah, BUMmer.” You snickered to yourself.

“Huh?” Hank gave you a confused look.

“Oh, you know ‘bum’ like ‘butt’, and your shorts split, so BUMmer.” You bit your lip, feeling red grow on your face. “Ah forget it, it’s dumb.” You waved it off.

It took Hank a moment, but he got your joke. Letting out a deep laugh with a snort. 

“I like it! You’ve got fun jokes, homie.” He nudged you.

His touch sent a shiver through you. Raising his brow, Hank spotted the involuntary action. 

“Just a bit cold. They really pump the AC in the summer.” You lied. 

“Here if you’re cold,” he began to unwrap the jacket around his waist.

“No! Aren’t you covering your wardrobe malfunction with that?” Your face grew even redder. 

“Yeah, right. Sorry, man. Just wanted to make you more comfortable.” 

Fuck. The simple act of chivalry practically had you keening for an alpha you didn’t even know. No, no. You needed to focus on the task at hand. None of this falling for a strange alpha. 

Quickly enough, you found a new pair of shorts for the man. You rang him up, then he changed into them in the dressing room. When he exited, he struck a strong-man pose. Showing of rippling muscles in his arms that had you drooling. 

“How do I look, hot stuff?” He asked. 

“Very good.” You tried to keep it cool. 

“That’s it? Just very good?” His face fell, it made you feel bad.

“You look hot.” You said quickly, eyes wide at your own impulsiveness. 

“Seriously?” He asked, reading for your sincerity.

“Totes, serious.” You said. 

“Awesome!” He pumped his fist in the air. 

With a wave, Hank exited the store. However, a few seconds later he ran back in. Running behind you, he draped his jacket over your shoulders. 

“Almost forgot! Stay warm, cutie!” He planted a kiss on your cheek before dashing back out of the store. 

It took you a hot minute to move again. Pulling the jacket around you, you breathed in. The alpha’s scent had you shivering. You wondered if he would be back for his jacket, you hoped he would. 

Your wishes were granted the next day, except this time it was followed by four other alphas. All part of the same pack, all happened to have the same name as well. 

When Hank 3 had returned to the group the day before, he regaled your meet-cute to the others. 

“Bros, I found them.” He said as soon as he rejoined the pack.

“Found who?” Hank 2 asked, brow quirked. 

“Our omega!” Hank 3 was bouncing on his toes. 

“An omega?��� Hank 4 was intrigued.

“Not just any omega. I know they’re ours, dudes. Like, it was totally, uh, fate!” Hank said. 

Of course, the other Hanks had to see this omega for themselves. Which led to you being surrounded by the pack of five in the athletic store. Feeling their eyes crawl over you, appraising your appearance. 

Nodding collectively, they turned to Hank 3. 

“Dude, you are totally right.” Hank 1 said. 

“I had my doubts, but Hank 1 is like, so right.” Hank 2 chimed in. 

“Um, what exactly are you right about?” You squeaked out. 

“Omega,” the way Hank 3 said your title had you shivering, “do you have an alpha?”

Shaking your head, you looked at the group around you with wide eyes.

“I do not, alphas…” You trailed, looking away from their intense stares. “Do you want to?” Hank 3 cupped your chin, lifting it lightly to look at him. 

Just a few years later you were officially mated with the alphas, now ready to be impregnated by them. Time sure flies by fast. 

“Omega…” Hank 3 trailed. “Homie, I need you to like, answer me.” He said with a bit of concern. 

“Hmm?” You gave him a confused dazed look. 

Yeah, your heat was fully hitting you now. The only thing’s you could manage to think about was the scent of the alpha beside you, and the desperate need to have his knot stuffing you full. From the thought alone, slick spilled down your thighs. 

Hank 3 could smell your arousal and groaned. Licking his lips, he looked at your dazed state, then between your legs. Kissing you deeply, you felt his hand trail over your body. Rough calloused fingers slid over your chest down between your legs. Swiping his fingers through your folds had you moaning against his mouth. All of the Hanks had your body memorized, but Hank 3 had made it a personal goal to know you inside and out. Through muscle memory, his fingers found your clit. Circling over it with precision had you gushing even more. 

Pulling back from you, Hank 3 lifted his fingers to his mouth. Groaning, he sucked off your essence. All the while maintaining eye contact with you, his gaze dark with hunger. The sight had you whimpering and clenching your thighs together. Desperate for that friction to return. 

There was no need to worry, Hank 3 was going to provide you with everything you needed. Moving down your body, he left a trail of kisses before reaching his destination. Without hesitation, he dived in. Tongue sliding through your soaked folds, eating you out with fervor. Between your thighs you heard the wet sounds of his tongue followed by groans and moans. Hank 3 could never get enough of your taste. The alpha could eat you out for hours on end. Well, he had before. It seemed like he would be attempting to do so once more. 

Thinning out his tongue, he circled your clit with precision. Then he flattened his tongue to lick stripes up and down your cunt. The tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm had begun. Twitching thighs, a stream of moans spilling from your mouth. Sliding a finger inside, he groaned. Your plush walls tightened around the digit. Curling the finger he pressed against that gummy sweet spot inside. Just one press had you gushing all over his face. 

White hot pleasure coursed through your body as Hank 3 continued to eat you out as your orgasm rocked you. His tongue never stopped, lips sucking your clit. Already, another orgasm was building. 

By the time the other Hanks had returned home, Hank 3 had you cum on his face five times. The group entered the bedroom just as the last one hit you. This sight of your naked body shaking with pleasure had them all growing aroused. 

Pulling back, Hank 3 looked over his shoulder at the others. His eyes glazed over in bliss, his mouth and beard were covered in you slick. Wanting a taste, Hank 4 quickly stripped, then pressed a kiss to Hank 3’s lips. 

“You’re so lucky…” Hank 4 licked his lips. “They taste so fucking awesome, bro.” 

“Why don’t you get an actual taste, dude?” Hank 3 pushed Hank 4 toward your shivering body. 

The feeling of Hank 4’s tongue had you crying out. Tears of overstimulation had already been running down your cheeks, now more dripped down. It felt so fucking good. 

The rest of the Hanks circled you. Hank 1 laying down on the bed beside you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Hank 2 caressed you softly, kissing away your tears. 

“Look at how good they’re doing. You’re phenomenal.” Hank 1 said, looking down on you with adoration. 

While their words were sweet, you could barely comprehend them. Your brain was fuzzy from your heat and the pleasure Hank 4 was bringing you. 

“I think they’re gonna cum again.” Hank 2 said, nuzzling into your neck. 

As he bit the crook of your neck, you came again. Slick covering Hank 4’s face. 

It seemed like he was going to go back for more, but you instinctively pushed his face away with a whine. The alpha almost growled at you, but Hank 1 gave him a look of warning. 

“Knots, I need…” you huffed out, “I need your knots.” You whined. 

“Hank 5 gets to go first.” Hank 3 said. 

The group decided that order since the first person would likely be the one to impregnate you, and Hank 5 was the one who originally wanted to be a father. 

For an alpha, Hank 5 was fairly docile. However, tonight, there was a new kind of hunger in his eyes. As he crawled over your body, his hands landed on your hips. The tip of his cock teased at your hot entrance. While he would normally work his way into you, he pressed his cock fully in you with one push. The action had you sobbing out. The head of his cock was pressed snuggly against your sweet spot. 

The alpha used the leverage on your hips, snapping into you quick and hard. Sparks of pleasure shot through you as your clit slapped against his pelvis. A soft hand slid over your stomach, pressing against the bulge of his cock. Hissing lowly, Hank 5 leaned down. Lips meeting yours, he gave you a heated kiss. Tongues tangled together as streams of moans and groans escaped your throat. 

Folding you over, Hank 5 put you in a mean mating press. Knees pressed to your chest, his cock pummeled in and out of you. He was practically in a daze, eyes fixed on the way your soaked cunt was swallowing up his cock so easily. Like you were made for this, made for THEM. 

“Ah, you’re gonna look so f-fucking good with our pups. Like, so fucking hot.” His hand caressed over your stomach again. It looked like he was picturing what you were going to look like. The idea of being so full of them had you clenching against his length. 

“Mmph! You like that, gorgeous. Knowing, how, sexy, and like so sexy…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Your pussy was beginning to accept his knot. All of his attention was focused on filling you up with him. With one final push, you felt the pop of his knot. The feeling had you screaming and cumming around his cock. The tightening of your soft walls milked his cock, forcing every drop of his cum deep within you. Warmth flooded your body, making you moan with content. 

The sight of you being filled with Hank 5’s seed had the others groaning. They had taken to pleasing themselves and each other while watching you and Hank 5 go at it. Loving the show the two of you had been putting on. 

Slowly, Hank 5 lowered your body. Careful not to hurt you, he turned you to the side. As you stayed locked with him, he peppered your face with kisses. His teeth bit down on his mark on your neck, forcing you to cum around him again. 

“Thank you,” he kissed your lips, “you’re so good to me.” He nuzzled against you, rubbing his scent over you. 

His scent was the sweetest, an almondy vanilla scent with just a hint of mahogany. Purring against him, you covered him with your scent as well. 

Eventually, his knot deflated and he pulled out of you with a groan. He was quickly replaced by Hank 1. 

The man laid down, then maneuvered your body to sit on top of him. His hard cock teased at your sensitive entrance. Much like Hank 5, Hank 1 forced his entire cock into you in one go. Screaming in pleasure, you threw your head back. The head of his cock pressed deeply within you. Warm hands on your hips began to bounce you up and down on his cock. The alpha beneath you grunted and groaned with each push and pull of your pussy. Soft wet walls sliding perfectly against his length. 

Above him, you hiccupped out moans and sobs. Pressing against your gummy sweet spot, Hank 1 was making a new heat grow in your belly. Soon enough, you were cumming around his cock. Riding out your orgasm, you took over the movement. Grinding your hips down over and over on him. The friction against your clit made the orgasm last longer. Hank 1’s hips thrusted against yours. A familiar pop had you cumming again, soaking his cock and your bedsheets. 

Shooting up into you, Hank 1 came hard. With a satisfied smile, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t let you pull back. A strong hand held your face to his. As you kissed you let out little whimpers. Aftershocks of pleasure moved in your pussy, almost making you jump. 

The next of your alpha’s was Hank 2. He opted for classic missionary. Always loving to watch your face contort with pleasure. Capturing your moans using his mouth and tongue. What he loved best was your response to his words. While he didn’t dirty talk, he loved to compliment you. 

“You look so sexy under me. Like, man, you don’t know how crazy you make me.” 

His cock pumped into you at a slower pace. Purposefully set up to make your orgasm last longer. He loved bringing you pure pleasure, and wasn’t going to be stingy tonight. He wanted that baby just as much as the other guys. 

Writhing beneath him, the heat in your belly grew. 

“P-please babe. Please cum for me.” He leaned into your neck with a groan.

A bite to your neck had you cumming again. Hank 2 pushed his knot into you, making you have back-to-back orgasm that doubled your pleasure. 

Lapping at your sweet spot, Hank 2 kept you squirming and moaning beneath him. When he pulled out, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

He was soon replaced by Hank 4. A boyish smirk was on his face as he crawled over you. Cupping your chin, he gave you a deep kiss. Tangling his tongue with yours he whined. 

“Damn…bruh. How do you always taste so good?” He said as a strand of saliva broke between the two of you. 

Ah, that’s right. He was a chatterbox. Mouth running a mile a minute when he was pounding into you. Yet, you couldn’t respond. Always too fucked out to even think coherently. This time was no different. 

Hank 4 also had a proclivity for manhandling you. Never staying in the same position for very long. Flipping you onto your stomach, Hank 4 leaned over your body. Sliding his cock between your legs, he moaned loudly. Prodding your wet heat, he slowly pushed in. The gummy walls of your pussy sucked his cock in easily. 

“Mmmph! Oooh. You feel so fuckin’ good, man….” He drawled out as he pulled out then pushed inside of you again. 

His warm hand trailed over the sides of your body as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder blades. All the while, he was thrusting into you. Cock hitting your sweet spots perfectly. Each press inside of you making you sob out moans. 

Seemingly bored of that position, Hank 4 shifted you on your side. Lifting your leg, he pressed back into you. The new angle sent a different kind of pleasure coursing through you. At this angle you were able to see him. Above you he gave you a big smile, blond curls bouncing as he pounded into your soaked cunt. With every moan he got out of you, his grin grew wider. 

Moving you again, he flipped you onto your back. Legs over his shoulders, he lifted your hips to meet his thrusts. This angle had the head of his cock pressing into your sweet spot over and over. 

“Do you like this?” He moaned out, as he gave an extra hard thrust inside you. “I love this, love you. Mmm… you feel like, like, so good…” Words were streaming out of his mouth, but he didn’t even understand what he was saying. Not when your puffy pussy was sucking up his knot so nicely. 

With a final thrust, his knot was shoved inside your already stuffed cunt. His cum filling you with that familiar heat that had you purring with satisfaction. He rutted against you as his cock twitched out the final strands of cum inside you. Leaning over, he pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips. A satisfied grin on his face as he looked down on you. 

It was time for your final lover to have his turn. When Hank 4 pulled out, Hank 3 pulled your limp body to the edge of the bed. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he spoke lowly.

“You know the way I like it, hot stuff.” He bit his lip as he looked over your fucked out state. 

Nodding, you did what he wanted. Turning over, you laid on your stomach. Arching your back, you presented for your alpha. From behind you heard a low groan. Your soaked cunt was leaking with all of the other alpha’s spend, Hank 3 needed to add his. 

“That’s right, ass up. Just how I like it.” He crooned, lining his swollen cock up with your entrance. 

Slowly he pushed into you, both of you moaned at the feeling. Being full again had you in bliss, your eyes rolled back as he pressed deep inside your cunt. Grabbing your hips, Hank 3 began a brutal pace against you. Cock dragging in and out of your pussy over and over. Each shove inside pressing against your sweet spot. The man was pushing for you to cum before he knotted you, and he knew how to make you do it. 

His fingers reached between your legs and began circling over your clit as he snapped his hips to your ass. The feeling of his fingers and cock had you sobbing out. Hank 3 moaned as your walls tightened around him. Each thrust brought you closer and closer to your next peak, heat quickly building in your belly. 

Out of nowhere, your orgasm hit you like a train. Your pussy drenched his cock as you squeezed around him. Moaning in satisfaction, Hank 3 didn’t stop his pace. Instead, chasing his own high as he watched your pussy begin to suck up his knot. That satisfying pop had you cumming around his length again. Your cunt tightening around his length, squeezing every drop of his cum out. 

Humming with content, you felt so full of them. If you didn’t get pregnant during this heat, you were going to have some problems. 

When Hank 3 pulled out of you, you already felt another cock pressing into your entrance. Hank 1 rearing to go once again, not that you were complaining. 

The rest of the night your alphas continued to use your body. Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you as they filled and plugged you up with their knots. 

When it was all said and done, you were a sticky sweaty mess. All of you laid on the bed, catching your breaths. As much as each of them could, the alphas snuggled up with you. 

“So, who do you think is gonna be the dad? Like, we can’t all be the dad, right?” Hank 3 spoke. 

“You’re all gonna be dads.” You playfully flicked at his forehead. 

“I know…” He rubbed the spot where you flicked him. “But like, you know, who’s baby is actually gonna be?” 

“Probably Hank 5’s.” You responded with a shrug, reaching for said Hank’s hand. “He knotted me first, so that’s the most likely.”

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Hank 5 said, kissing your palm softly. “I’m just like, so excited to be a dad.” Tears pricked in his eyes as his hand reached for your stomach. 

“Dude, that’s like, so sweet.” Hank 1 felt himself tear up. 

“I love you dudes so much!” Hank 4 cried out. 

“We love you too dude!” The rest said in unison, making you chuckle. 

“I swear, you guys are a hive mind. I love you too.” You said.

“What if we could all be the dad?” Hank 4 asked. “I know it’s not possible, but like, imagine.” 

“That would be totes righteous.” Hank 1 added. 

“What would you want the baby to have?” Hank 2 turned over to look at you.

You gave him a questioning look. 

“Like from us? Like, what parts of us would you want in a baby?” Hank 2 blushed.

“Ah, I see.” Tapping your chin, you thought on it. 

That certainly would be something, having a baby that’s all of the Hanks. 

“I think I’d want it to have Hank 1’s smile, and his ingenuity.” Hank 1 brought your hand to his lips, giving it a soft kiss. “I love your smile, it’s so bright. And you’re always coming up with neat ideas and inventions.” 

You turned to Hank 2 next, caressing his face. 

“Hank 2… I’d like the baby to have your nose.” Hank 2 raised a brow. “What? You’ve got a cute nose. And your smarts, you’re very intelligent.” 

“Wow. That’s like, the best thing I’ve ever heard.” He said softly. 

“Hank 3…” You looked at him. “Obviously your hair and freckles, gingers are so cute. And your chivalrous attitude. You’re always willing to please, and not just in the bedroom.” You gave him a wink. 

“Hank 4.” You pinched his cheek lovingly. “Those dimples, so cute! And your adventurous spirit. Always so willing and excited to try something new.” 

“And last, but certainly not least, Hank 5. I’d love to see those sweet eyes of yours on a baby. Plus your compassion, your kindness knows no end.” 

“What about you?” Hank 5 asked. 

“What about me?”

“What would you want the baby to have from you?” He added.

“Hmm… I guess I never thought about it.” Looking around at your lovers, you decided. “An open and giving heart.” 

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The Road That Leads to You

Chapter 3: Kiss & Make Up

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synop: After dealing with your friend's feud over carnival games, you run off to calm down. Meeting a couple and learning about their history, you come up with an idea to get your friends to make up... kiss and make up that is.

words: 5.6K

includes: chancexparkerxgn!reader, afab! reader, slight angst, making out, drinking

a/n: This slow burn isn't about the physical stuff, we're taking the emotional shit slowly. This chap is a bit suggestive, but overall sfw.

As fast as you could you made your way out of the carnival game area. Once you were a good distance away you let out a long sigh. What the fuck was up with them? Sure, the two participated in friendly competition quite frequently. This was anything but. Vying for your attention? Seriously? They should know better. 

Grumbling to yourself, you pinched the bridge of your nose scrunching your eyes shut. Deep breathing brought down the boiling anger bubbling in your blood. 

It’s only the first stop! They could not already be doing this. Were you expecting a one hundred percent perfect trip? No, but you didn’t think you would be clashing this early.

Taking in your surroundings, you spotted the beer tent. Shrugging to yourself, you made your way over. Drinking with your current mood wasn’t the best option, but it sure was a tempting one. Right now, you were willing to indulge in that temptation. 

Looking over the various options, you settled on what sounded the best to drown your sorrows in. Some local draft that had somewhat of a high alcohol percentage. Not that you were likely to get drunk off a 12 ounce beer, but it was something to sip on as you let your irritation settle. 

Flashing your I.D. at the cashier, you were handed the beer. Freshly poured from the tap, a light amount of foam on the top. Looking around, you found an empty spot at a table. Sitting down, you took in your surroundings. As it was late, the place was fairly packed. Many a drunk person sucking down an expensive IPA, others were enjoying various flights, then there were the clear designated drivers sitting on their phones as their friends partied around them. 

Walking up to your table was a couple carrying one of the beer flights. A larger man looking almost like a cowboy and a very muscular woman linked at his side. 

“Hello! Mind if we join ya here?” The man asked you with a thick country accent. 

“Be my guest.” You waved at the empty spot in front of you.

The two sat in front of you. The woman planted a kiss on the man’s cheek, who proceeded to blush deeply. A sight that some might find a bit irritating was honestly more endearing. Even if your own love-life wasn’t picturesque, but it was sweet to see people so in love 

“So, ya enjoyin’ the fair so far?” The man asked you. 

Ah that’s right, the classic Midwestern need to converse with people, and specifically the common “Iowa nice” that Parker had told you about. A feeling practically ingrained in anyone within a mile radius of a cornfield to befriend strangers. 

“Uh, yeah it’s been pretty fun.” You said, though it appeared as if something was on your mind. 

“I’m glad. Good to see folks enjoyin’ themselves.” He said, giving you a soft smile. “Oh! I’ve been mighty rude. I’m Abel, this is my wife Dasha.” He offered his hand. 

Shrugging, you took his hand. He held yours lightly, giving it a nice shake. 

“Nice to meet you.” You said. 

“And you as well!” 

Dasha offered her hand and you shook it. 

Abel took a sip from one of the flights, then scrunched up his nose. 

“Dear, you have this one. You know how I am about the dark ones.”

Rolling her eyes, Dasha took the beer tasting it. Letting out a satisfied hum, she set the cup down. 

“How is it?” Abel asked her.

“It’s very good, love, thank you.” She spoke in a thick Russian accent that piqued your interest. 

“So what have you liked so far?” Abel continued the conversation, turning back to you.

“Uh, I guess I’ve enjoyed the fair food a lot. We tried all of the ones competing for best food.” 

“Oh yeah! We haven’t gotten round to that, but I’m sure we’ll have more time tomorrow, after the competitions.” He looked back at Dasha with a bright smile. 

“You guys competing?” You leaned in, curious. 

“Yes indeed.” Abel said, proudly puffing out his chest. “We’ve got some livestock competin’.”

“Don’t forget the vegetables.” Dasha elbowed him. “That’s where his specialty is.”

“But darlin’, we can’t ignore the heifer and colt ya worked so hard on.” Able said, eyes sparkling with adoration as he looked at her. 

Oh, that was adorable. The two bickering over who was better.

“So what exactly are you competing in?” You recalled the vegetable competition had been in the same building as the butter cow, but didn’t really look into it that much. 

“I’ve got some corn, but I’m proudest of my pumpkin for the big pumpkin contest. Baby weighed in at 1,020  pounds!” Abel said proudly, a big smile on his face. You couldn’t deny it, the man had a very welcoming charm. 

“And you?” You turned to Dasha.

“I’ve got a dairy cow and a draft horse competing, nothing crazy.” She shrugged her shoulders. 

“Oh Dasha, yer too humble. Her draft horse is phenomenal.” Abel said. 

She shrugged him off. 

“And you flatter me too much, even though you put in just as much or even more work in.” 

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve accomplished, darlin’.” He gave her a peck on the lips. 

“I didn’t really know about all those contests.” You took another drink of your beer. “That’s really neat.” 

“You from round here?” Abel asked.

“Like Iowa? No, Illinois. Chicago born and bred, baby.” You chuckled awkwardly. 

“Ah, big city folk.” Abel nodded with a soft smile. “Glad yer enjoyin’ time out here.” 

“Thanks…” You were curious to know more about them. While they were clearly in love, they seemed a bit different. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, how’d you guys meet?”

“We don’t mind at all!” Abel said, eyes sparkling. “I swear it was fate that I met my dearest.” He reached for Dasha’s hand. 

Though she rolled her eyes at his antics, you still saw a flush on the woman’s face at his words.

“He’s a romantic.” Though her words were teasing, she looked at him with a deep sincerity. “We met at an international agricultural conference.” 

“And it was the best day of my life. Minus the day I put that ring on yer finger.” 

Oh, your heart was going to burst. Somehow so cheesy, yet so romantic at once. Out of all things to bring two people together, it was agriculture. Maybe it was a good thing you were nice to the corn when you began your trip. 

“He was holding a lecture on hybrid corn for livestock feed.” Dasha said.

“And afterwards she came up to me. I swear, it was love at first sight.” He said, hand over his heart. 

“For him,” she teased with a chuckle. “I was actually informing him he was incorrect about some livestock feeding practices.” 

“To which I disagreed.” Abel said. 

“So he asked me out for dinner that very night.” 

“What can I say? I love a woman that challenges me.” He gave her a charming smirk. 

“So, who was right?” You asked. 

“We both were, to an extent.” Dasha shrugged. 

“An agriculture professor explained to us the differences between the livestock in our respective countries.” Abel added. 

“So were you guys long-distance then?” That really must have been quite the relationship.

“For about a year.” Abel nodded. “Then we managed to get Dasha’s visa expedited due to her expertise.” 

“Don’t forget the fact you married me as soon as I stepped foot here.” Dasha teased him.

“That had nothin’ to do with you gettin’ to live here.” Abel leaned toward you with a grin. “I loved that woman too much to not have her as my wife.”

Again, you spotted a dust of red on Dasha’s cheeks. 

“That’s…” You tried to find the right words. “That’s honestly so awesome. One can only hope to have a love like that…” You trailed, looking over their shoulders in the distance. 

“What about you? You got a special someone close to ya?” Abel asked. 

“Well, kinda…” You trailed. 

“Kinda?” Dasha asked. 

Both of them leaned in to listen to you, curiosity written on their faces.

“Yeah, kinda. It’s more so just a crush… crushes.” Ugh, that sounded so childish to you. 

“Oh, torn between multiple lovers?” Dasha was intrigued.

“No, not torn between. More like they’re my best friends and the thought of ruining our friendship is scarier than my want to be with them.” You bit your lip, red in the face.

Why were you sharing this information with random strangers? Well, maybe that was why. They were strangers, they wouldn’t know anything about you. You hadn’t ever had much of an opportunity to talk to anyone about your feelings. Especially considering the only people you talked to were the two that you were absolutely head over heels for. Maybe this would be good for you. Getting an opinion on your current situation could give you the insight you needed to handle it. Not to mention, if you didn’t get some sort of handle on your feelings, you would be in hell for the month. Trapped in a truck with the two men you were in love with and zero outlet to deal with it. 

Oh gosh, how did you not even think of that implication before? 

“Have you talked to them about it?” Dasha asked.

“Oh, absolutely not. Nuhuh.” You rubbed your hand down your reddened face. “There is no way I could handle that.” 

“You don’t know unless you try.” Abel added. 

“Considering I don’t have a dispute over corn practices to discuss, I think I’d be utterly embarrassed.” You let out an awkward chuckle. “Also, I’m kinda on a month long trip with them that JUST started. I can’t really say anything without possibly blowing that up on us.” 

Abel and Dasha gave each other a look. 

“So yer just gonna let yerself keep it in?” 

“For at least the trip, yeah.” 

“Whose to say you won’t find the opportunity to tell them during the trip?” Dasha added. “What’s the saying it’s not the destination…” She looked at Abel. 

“It’s the journey, love.” He finished. 

“Right, the journey! Surely you will find an opportunity during it!” She encouraged. 

“I do not want to risk it.” You said. 

“Risk what?” A new voice entered the conversation, making your face turn bright red. 

Turning around, you saw Parker and Chance waiting for you. 

“Oh, uh, hey guys!” You gave them an awkward wave.

For the last half-hour the two had been looking for you. Either your phone was dead, or you were deliberately ignoring them. It didn’t help that you only left them with the comment that you were “going to get a drink.” Meaning you could literally be anywhere on the fairgrounds. 

“We fucked up.” Parker admitted, as the two had watched you walk away. 

“Yeah.” Chance let out a long sigh, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, man.” He gave Parker a sad look that had the other man’s heart jolting. 

“I’m sorry too. Truce?” Parker held out his hand. 

“Truce.” Chance moved around some of the stuffed animals in his arms, then shook his hand. 

“We should probably find a better way to carry these.” Parker chuckled. 

“Agreed.” 

The two managed to snag free reusable bags, stuffing the toys in. Then they began their search for you. Finding themselves a map, they realized they were in for quite the hunt. There were so many places that you could be. 

“Let’s just try the major stops first?” Chance suggested with a nervous smile.

“Sounds like our best bet.” 

Turns out, it was a good idea. The two found you at their third location. They were surprised to see you conversing with a random couple, but were glad you were safe. Plus, it looked like you were in a significantly better mood than when you had left them. 

They had only overheard the final bit of your last conversation. Now, they were curious as to what kept you here with two strangers. 

Dasha looked at the two that had just arrived with a smirk, elbowing Abel. It took a moment, but after taking in the entrance of the two, he realized what she was getting at. Elbowing her back, he let out a chuckle. The two of them turned to you, raising their brows. 

“Ah, um. These,” you motioned to your friends, “are Parker and Chance. My besties.” You gave an awkward thumbs up at them. 

“Yeah. I’m Parker!” Your colorful haired friend gave a wave and a charming smile.

“And I’m… Chance.” Your other friend rubbed his neck sheepishly. 

“Very nice to meet your friends!” Dasha offered her hand to the men along with Abel.

The two gave them polite handshakes, then sat down on either side of you. 

“So, who are your friends?” Chance asked.

“I’m Abel, and this is my lovely wife, Dasha!” Abel motioned between him and Dasha with a bright smile. 

Parker and Chance couldn’t help but return their own grins.

“Your friend here was telling us all about you… and your relationship…” Dasha sent you a wink and a grin, immediately clocking who your friends were.

“Our relationship?” Chance eyed you with a raised brow. 

“As in how close we are! How we’ve been close friends since high school, you know?” You could feel beads of sweat on your forehead. 

“Yes, you all sound very close from what they’ve told us.” Abel joined in on the teasing. 

You shot the both of them a warning glare, then turned to your friends with a nervous smile. Chance and Parker gave you a confused look, wondering why you were behaving so awkwardly. 

“Yeah, we’re real close.” You wrapped your arms around the men, pulling them towards you. 

Your two friends blushed at your close proximity. Cheeks squished against yours as you did your best to wrap your arms around the both of them. 

“What exactly did you tell your new friends about us?” Chance said, muffled against your cheeks. 

“Just about how you’re gonna be on a long trip together.” Abel said. “Anything could happen.” He chuckled knowingly.

“Yeah,” you released your friends. Eyes darting between the two. “Anything…” 

Standing from the table, you stretched up. As you lifted your arms your back let out a nice crack. 

“Well, we should probably be off.” You said, looking down at your friends.

“But you haven’t finished your beer.” Parker motioned to the drink, the glint in his eyes was curious. You wouldn’t allow it.

Picking it up, you downed the rest of the beer. Both of your friends gave you wide-eyed stares. Again, wondering what was going on with you. 

“There,” you set the empty cup down. “Ready?” You looked down at them pointedly. 

“Uh, yeah.” Chance said.

“Sure…” Parker trailed. “It was nice meeting you!” He said to your two new friends. 

“Of course!” Abel stood up, opening his arms to you. “You accept hugs?” 

Rolling your eyes with a laugh, you allowed the large man to embrace you. He pulled you into a tight embrace, giving you a pat on the back. When you let go, Dasha opened her own arms. You accepted her hug as well. She pulled you in tight, then whispered in your ear. 

“Good luck.” Pulling away, she gave you a wink and a grin. 

As you walked out of the beer tent with your friends, an idea hit you. Looking over your shoulder you realized the two lovers had just given you a wonderful kind of motivation. Linking your arms with your friends, you made your way to the fair’s exit. 

“So, have you guys kissed and made up yet?” You asked them with a teasing grin. 

Chance and Parker glanced at each other with confused looks.

“Um, what do you mean?” Chance asked.

Pausing your walking, you turned to both of the men. 

“I mean,” you grabbed their arms, then forced them toward each other, “have you gotten over this dumbass feud you two started?” 

“Do you really have to bring that up?” Parker asked, voice cracking. 

They looked down in shame, afraid to meet your disappointed gaze.

Grabbing both of their chins, you forced them to look at you. Your eyes met theirs individually, sending shivers up their spines. A serious look in your gaze. 

“Yes, I do.” You released their chins.

Chance rubbed against his as your grip made it sore. 

“We are barely two days into our trip, and you’re fighting.” 

“We were playing carnival games-” You cut Chance off with your finger to his lips.

“You were PASSIVE AGGRESSIVELY playing carnival games.” The finger slid away, then pressed into his chest harshly. 

“It was all in good fun.” Parker tried to smooth things over. 

“Was it?” You turned to him, getting in his face. “I recall Chance admitting you two were fighting.” Your glare had him cowering into himself.

“I suppose he did…” Parker trailed, looking away. 

“So, what do we do now?” You looked between the two of them. “I will not be traveling with you two bickering.” 

“And how,” Chance sidled up to you, voice low, “exactly do you think we’re going to rectify that?” His words almost had you shivering, but you wouldn’t allow him this win. 

“I have some ideas.” You said it lowly, eyes filled with a teasing glint. 

Both Chance and Parker were taken aback at your demeanor. Chance cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself. Part of him felt odd, like he shouldn’t be allowing you to do this. A part that he normally kept to himself. Yet, looking at you, he wanted to listen. 

“Care to share?” His voice was softer, as if he didn’t want to challenge you. 

“Let’s get back to our camp. Then we’ll talk about it.” You said with a smirk. 

The drive back to the campground was filled with an awkward silence. Chance thrumming on the steering wheel with nervousness as Parker twiddled his thumbs in the back. All the while you sat in the passenger’s seat, a smug smirk on your face. Oh, they were in for it. By the end of the night you were sure they’d make up whatever feud was going on. 

See, you knew about the men’s affection for each other. While they had done their best to hide it, they were tragically hopeless. Chance was an obvious flirter, and Parker seemed to fold for him everytime. Whenever the two even remotely had flirtatious banter, it ended with either one or both of them extremely red in the face. Yet, they would never admit their feelings. 

Sure, it did kind of bother you that they were into each other and not yourself. However, you wanted your friends to be happy. If that meant getting them together while you remained on the sidelines, so be it. So, you’ve resigned yourself to helping them. This silly feud, it had to be them pushing their feelings away. Right? You know you’ve been forcing yourself to in order to keep your friendship intact. Surely it was no different for them. 

Once you arrived, Chance shut off the car. Hand still on the steering wheel, his jaw tense. Eyes darting to you, he spoke lowly.

“So, what do you have planned?” 

Leaning over the center console, you gave him a hooded look. 

“You two need to make up.” Your eyes glanced over to Parker. 

“We know.” Chance said, leaning in himself.

“Sorry, let me rephrase.” You let out a chuckle. “I mean, you need to KISS and make up.” 

Both Chance and Parker’s eyes widened. They glanced at each other, red blooming on their faces. Though they couldn’t see it in the dark. 

“What?” You asked with a teasing lilt.

“W-why do we need to do that?” Chance asked, suddenly feeling very hot. 

“What’s an easier way to move past your differences than a little physical affection?” Your grin grew wider. 

“Maybe just apologizing to each other?” Chance said, eyes narrowing. What were you trying to get at?

“Nope,” you shook your head, “it won’t be enough. You gotta kiss.” 

Unlocking the door, Chance pushed his way out of the truck. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head. No, he couldn’t. Not now. Especially considering it wasn’t just Parker that he had feelings for. 

Ah shit, your stomach dropped. Quickly, you exited the car. Walking around, you came up to Chance. Parker also exited the vehicle, walking up to the two of you. 

“Chance, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed-” Chance put his hand up to stop you.

Taking in a deep breath, he let out a sigh. 

“Look,” he said your name softly, “ I understand you want to help Parker and I, but I don’t think this is the right way to go about it.”

“Are you sure?” Parker chimed in. 

The comment piqued both you and Chance’s interest. 

“W-what do you mean by that?” Chance asked, face going red. 

“I mean…” Parker trailed, looking away.

Holy shit. Your eyes widened. 

“Wait, Parker…” You said with a surprised tone.

Running his hands through his hair, Parker let out a sigh. 

“It wouldn’t hurt…” Parker trailed. “Could bring us even closer together.” He bit his lip, worrying over it nervously. 

“Oh. My. God.” Was this happening? Holy shit this was happening. 

“Parker…” Chance’s gaze softened.

By now you were bouncing on your toes, practically squealing at the sight. You motioned for them to continue.

“This is so fucking awkward…” Chance looked away, rubbing his neck. 

“I’ll kiss you! Make our friend over here happy.” Parker pointed a thumb your way with a smirk. 

“You make it sound like you want to kiss me.” Chance said, pointedly.

“Would that really be such a problem?” Parker smirked. “So c’mon Chance…” 

“Is that what it’ll take to not have you mad at us?” Chance asked, voice cracking. 

Crossing your arms, you nodded.

“Yup. As I said, kiss and make up.” 

Chance shook his head with a breathy laugh.

“You two are going to be the death of me.” He said.

“So…” Parker gave him a grin, suggestively lifting his eyebrows. 

“Fine, fine.” Chance waved him off. “I’ll kiss you. Since that’ll make you happy.”  He spoke pointedly at you.

Waving your hand you motioned for them to continue.

“Go on. I’ll just be here.” 

“You sure you don’t want to join in on the fun?” Parker teased, part of him hoping you’d accept.

“What? Me? I’m not the one that was fighting.” You chuckled awkwardly. 

“I guess you’re right…” Parker tried to hide his disappointment. At least he would get to kiss Chance. 

“So we’re doing this.” Chance said, suddenly feeling the need to back out.

What would this mean if he went through with it? Parker was his best friend, things could change. Then there was you. He didn’t just want Parker, he wanted you too. 

“Oh hell yeah, we’re doing this.” Parker said, waltzing up to Chance. 

“We’re doing this…” Chance looked down at Parker.

Parker reached for Chance’s shirt collar, grabbing it. Then Parker pulled him in. Not allowing the other man the opportunity to back out, he pressed his lips against Chance’s. Giving the man a deep kiss. At first, Chance’s eyes widened. After a moment, his eyes fluttered shut. Pressing his own lips against Parker’s. Wrapping his hand around the back of Parker’s neck, he pulled him closer. Testing the waters, Parker swiped his tongue over Chance’s lower lip. Chance let out an audible groan, the sound sending shivers through both you and Parker. 

This was certainly a turn of events that you weren’t expecting. Not that you minded. 

Parker pulled back from Chance, a strand of saliva snapping between the two. 

“Heh, wow!” Parker exclaimed in a daze. 

“Yeah…” Chance trailed, eyes moving back to Parker’s lips. 

Hands around his waist, Chance pulled Parker toward him. Pressing his lips against Parker’s, Chance let out another groan. This time it was Parker that was surprised. He managed to maintain his composure, returning the kiss with a soft moan.

Chance pulled away, looking at Parker with awe. 

“S-sorry, I don’t…” Chance stuttered out, surprised at his own impulsive actions. 

“It’s okay.” Parker said. “I liked it.” He smirked, making Chance let out another groan. 

“Should I leave you two…” You now felt like a voyeur, unsure of whether you should be watching. 

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this.” Parker pulled away from Chance, turning to you. 

“W-what do you mean?” You put your hands up defensively.

“What’s the matter?” Parker teased. “You were so confident earlier, telling us to,” he looked over at Chance, “what was it?”

Chance crossed his arms with a smug smirk, eyes staring you down with a challenging gaze. 

“‘Kiss and make up, I believe.” Chance added.

“Y-yeah. I told you two to do that.” You stuttered nervously. 

“Weren’t you mad at us as well?” Parker said.

Now both him and Chance were walking up to you. A shared mischievous glint in both of their eyes

“I’m over that now. Considering you two made up. Obviously…” 

“But did we make up with you?” Parker asked. 

“Yes! Because you guys made up!” You tried your best to deflect. 

“What are you so nervous about?” Chance pressed. 

“N-nothing?” You felt surrounded, seeing something familiar in their eyes.

“Oh really?” Chance asked.

“Yes, really.” Deciding to avoid their questioning, you turned around. “You know what, I’m gonna get ready for bed.” As quickly as you could, you headed to the tent. 

Quickly unzipping it, you scurried in. You tried to get it zipped back up before they could, but Chance put his arm up to stop you. The men entered the tent. Parker crawled behind you, leaving you surrounded. 

“Why are you running away?” Parker teased. 

“I’m not running. I just want to get ready for bed!” You exclaimed, reaching for your bag.

Chance put a hand down on it, stopping you from continuing to grab it. 

“I think you’re avoiding us.” Chance said, eyes dark.

“What makes you think that?” You asked, shuffling back. 

As you moved away, you found yourself bumping into Parker’s chest. Chance crawled toward you, blocking you between the two. 

“Oh, I don’t know… just you having us kiss, then immediately scurrying off.” Chance raised a pointed brow at you. ‘

“I wasn’t scurrying off.” You tried to move to the side, but Parker grabbed your arms. 

He pulled them behind your back, restraining both your wrists with his hand. What was it with these guys and holding you down? 

“Parker…” You growled through gritted teeth. 

“Your face is pretty red.” Chance grabbed at your cheeks, pulling your face in.

“B-because I’ve had to run away from you.” You sputtered, trying to wriggle out of Parker’s grasp. 

“I thought you said you weren’t running away from us?” Parker teased, hot breath against your neck.

“W-well…”

“So what is it? Are you running or trying to get ready for bed?” Chance leaned in closer to you, making the flush on your face grow darker.

“Both?” You tried, a nervous smile on your lips. 

“Try again.” Chance was even closer now, his breath fanning your face as his lips were just barely an inch away from yours. 

Biting your lip, you shut your eyes. Contemplating how to get out of this situation, you decided to make a risky decision.

Quickly, you pressed a peck to his lips, then immediately pulled back. Chance’s eyes widened as well as Parker’s. That was… unexpected. 

“There! Happy now?” You said, trying to get your arms back again.

Parker didn’t let you, his grip tightening on your wrists. Huffing, you slumped down.

“Parker!” You glared at him over your shoulder. 

Chance reached for your chin. Gripping it tightly, he pulled your face to look back at him. 

“Did you really think that would be enough?” He asked lowly.

“Yeah? I mean, Chance and I did use tongue…” Parker chuckled at your flustered state.

“I never said you needed to do that…” You mumbled. “All I wanted was for you to kiss.” 

“Well, you haven’t even kissed me yet.” Parker pouted. “Doesn’t seem very fair.”

“Urgh!” You groaned. “You guys are insufferable. Parker, let me go!” You struggled in his arms once more. 

“It’d be so easy for you to get out of this…” Chance leaned back, a smug smirk on his face. 

“Fine!” You relented, relaxing into Parker’s hold. “Fine. Since it will make things… fair.” 

Without missing a beat, Chance pressed his lips to yours. Joining in, you kissed him back. His hand cupped your cheek, holding you in the kiss. Oh, this was nice. Really nice. The way Chance was kissing you was so sweet. Softly, he slid his tongue over your bottom lip. Opening your mouth, you allowed him to slide his tongue against yours. Then, as soon as you started, you stopped. Chance pulled away, a soft smile on his lips. Unconsciously you followed his face, as if you wanted more. Well, you did.

“Great!” Parker said, releasing your arms. He took Chance’s place in front of you.

The abrupt action had you scuttling back. Parker reached for your arm, pulling you back to him.

“Christ! When the fuck did you get so strong?” You gasped out, flustered. “Pinning me down, restraining me…” Here you go again, trying to change the subject at hand. 

Parker said your name lowly. You looked into his eyes feeling your heart jolt. With a hard grab, he pulled you in. Lips just whispering against yours.

“Just fucking kiss me.” He growled, then pressed his lips to yours. 

Hungry. That’s what this kiss felt like. As if it was something that Parker had been craving from you for a long while. He had been, and now was in bliss. Both of his friends, finally giving him physical affection that he had wanted for such a long time. All it took was some dumb jealous feud over your attention. If he had known that’s what it would take, damn, he would’ve angered you sooner. 

Parker slid his tongue into your mouth, groaning as you tangled with him. Sliding your arms around his neck, your fingers curled into his hair. Giving a light tug, Parker whimpered into your mouth. 

Beside you Chance watched, wanting to join back in on the fun. Peeking out of the side, Parker eyed Chance. Waving his hand, he motioned the other man over. Pulling away from you, he leaned toward Chance. Grabbing his neck, Parker pulled him into a deep kiss. 

When he released Chance, Parker went for your neck, allowing Chance to capture your lips again. Teeth grazed over your sweet spot, making you whine into Chance’s mouth. Embarrassed, you pulled back, but Chance didn’t let you get far. Bringing you back in, Chance went for the other side of your throat. 

“F-fuck, guys…” You whined. “I t-thought, ah, I t-thought…” You couldn’t think with the two of them kissing up the column of your throat. 

“You thought what?” Chance asked, before nipping your earlobe. 

Whipping your head away from them, you took a deep breath. 

“I thought you just wanted a kiss.” You gasped out, hand clutching at your chest. Your heart was racing. “So we’re all even.” 

An awkward silence fell upon your group. The air was still hot with tension. Now, you didn’t know where you were supposed to go from here. All of you glancing at each other with nervous looks. 

Finally, Chance relented. Letting out a sigh, he nodded.

“Yeah, I guess we are even.” 

“So that’s it then?” Parker huffed, crossing his arms. Disappointment was clearly written on his face. 

“Well yeah?” You said. “Why? Did you want to continue?” Based on the mischievous glint in his eyes, you realized your should have kept your mouth shut. 

“What? You didn’t?” Parker teased, leaning toward you once more. 

“ I told you, we’re even now.” If you continued, how far would you three go? Would this only remain physical?

“Right.” Parker let out a huff. 

“Let’s uh…” Chance spoke up. “Let’s just go to bed, yeah?” 

Rubbing your arm nervously, you nodded.

“Yeah.” 

The awkward silence continued as you readied for bed. None of you knew what to say after your heated time together. What was there to say? 

In the tent, Parker and Chance both laid down at the edges again. Letting out a groan, you shuffled between them. 

“Seriously, guys?” You let out an irritated sigh.

“What?” Parker smirked, turning to face you. “Did you not like being between us last night? You sure seemed to enjoy it tonight.” He teased.

“Yeah, you did.” Chance faced you as well. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he pulled you against him. Your chest hitting his back. 

“Chance…” You warned, though your voice faltered slightly. God, these men were doing a number on you tonight. 

“Is there a problem?” Chance asked, breath hot against your neck. 

“N-no.” You stammered.

“You sure?” Parker leaned in toward you, one of his hands holding your waist. 

“What is with you guys?” You narrowed your eyes at Parker.

“Whatever do you mean?” He feigned innocence.

“I mean, the two of you keep purposely fucking with me.” 

“You mean getting you flustered?” Chance teased. 

“Maybeee…” You mumbled.

“Because it’s fun, duh!” Parker, booped your nose. 

“It’s not fun for me!” You tried seeming aggressive, but it was clear that you were flustered once more. Shaking it off, you shut your eyes. “Let’s just go to sleep.” 

Parker and Chance glanced at each other, then at you. 

“Sure.” Chance said, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“Goodnight guys.” You said softly.

“Night.” Parker curled into you. 

As you all drifted, your mind wandered. They were just kisses, right? Clearly you all enjoyed it, but it was all just physical. Yeah, that’s all. Just a physical attraction. Nothing more.

[a99jazzybean]

Rewatching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and now I wanna do a lil fic based off of it with Chance, Parker, and the reader from The Road that Leads to You. Especially considering it’s set in Chicago. Parker is obviously Ferris, Chance as Cameron, and reader as Sloane. Do you see the vision?

Also, next chapter of The Road that Leads to You will be out shortly!

[a99jazzybean]

Bop It to Start

synop: When you and Parker have a game night you find an old favorite game of yours, Bop It. Little do you know, Parker has avoided playing that game for a reason. He can feel what you do to the game, and it's quite intense. What happens when you decide to Bop It to start?

words: 5.4K

includes: parkerxgn!reader, afab! reader, sub!Parker, dom!reader, sadism/masochism, pain kink, smut, choking, squirting, creampie, mentions of 2008 housing crisis

a/n: Guys, this idea is so dumb. I love it anyways. Hope you do too!

This is smutty! No minors!

“Game night! Game night! Game night!” You chanted as you entered the attic. 

The embodiment of your board games joined in on the chant, pumping his hands in the air along with you. When you reached him you looped your arms around his neck, draping them over his shoulders. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his nose. When you pulled back his face was flushed red. 

Parker was still getting used to this whole “relationship” thing. Somehow you had managed to roll “love” on his relationship dice, despite cheating once or twice. Now you had officially been together for a few weeks. 

You were not afraid of sharing your affection with the man. He liked it, a lot. It was just difficult for him to reciprocate as much when you got him so flustered. You didn’t mind it, you felt good about taking charge anyway. 

Pressing a kiss to his lips, he let out a squeak of surprise. Softly, he pressed his own lips against yours. Sliding your tongue against his bottom lip had him shivering. His lips parted, and you slid your tongue against his with a groan. Pulling away, you watched as a strand of spit snapped between the two of you.

“S-sorry, I produce a lot of saliva.” Parker stuttered out, still red in the face. 

Giggling, you gave him a pat on the cheek. 

“Oh Parker, you really have a way with words.”

“I do?”

“Yes.” You nodded with a smile. “You most certainly do.” 

Parker suddenly realized that one of your regular players hadn’t joined you for the night. 

“Where’s Chance?” He asked.

“Oh, he said he was going to work on some G&G prep tonight.”

“Awww…” Parker pouted.

“Am I not a good enough game night player?” You teased with a smirk. 

“T-that’s not at all what I was insinuating!” 

“I know Parker, I’m just fucking with you.” You rolled your eyes. 

With a quick peck to his cheek, you skipped away. You looked over the various board and card games that were available to play. Tapping your chin, you pondered on the selection. Monopoly, Clue, Trouble… you were a bit tired of those. Card games seemed a bit too boring. Twister was an option, but you didn’t particularly want to spend your evening doing the splits. As you gazed over the games, you realized there was one that was missing. 

Looking around the attic you spotted the box it might be in. A beat up Beau was carrying old toys, including the game you were looking for. After a moment of rummaging around, you pulled it out. 

The uniquely shaped Bop It: Extreme Edition. As soon as you took hold of it, Parker thickly gulped. There was a reason had returned that game to its old box, and he didn’t know if he wanted you to find out about it. 

“Gosh, it’s been forever since I’ve played this! The thing is what, almost twenty years old at this point?” You shook it in the air, making Parker feel woozy. 

“Y-yeah. It’s been almost seven years since you last played.” Parker sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “That frat party you went to, you brought the game over.” 

“Oh yeah! That was so fun, I took way too many shots.” You chuckled recalling the event. 

Remembering the party himself, Parker let out a shaky sigh. While he certainly enjoyed people playing with him, he preferred it in his board or card game forms. Bop It was quite physical. Being passed around by eight people was quite dizzying. Though, he would definitely do it again. Especially if he could see you smiling so brightly, filled with youthful joy. 

It wasn’t just your college years that the game had brought you some happiness. When you were younger, you hyperfixated on getting the high score on the game. It distracted you from the continual arguments your parents had on a nightly basis. 

The 2008 housing crisis affected many a suburban family, yours included. Bickering about the cost of the mortgage, the car payments, your mother’s credit card bill, all of it stayed away from you as you bopped, twisted, pulled, flicked and spun. Eyes focusing on your next move instead of the rocky cliffside that was your parent’s marriage. 

You didn’t know it yet, but Parker was there for you during those tough times. Initiating the game when he could hear you sniffling in bed after a particularly rough day. A “Bop it to start!” catching your attention, pulling you away from whatever had been bothering you. Instead, you would concentrate on beating the game. Tongue sticking out of your mouth in concentration as you attempted to guess the next move it would shout. 

Eventually you managed to reach the high score. The game blaring a victory sound making you pump your fist in the air with a cheer. Little did you know, Parker was right there, cheering along with you. 

After winning, you drifted away from the game. It saddened Parker, as you didn’t turn to any of his other games. Though he couldn’t really blame you. Most of them required at least two people, and you didn’t have many people to play with. Lord knows your parents wouldn’t. 

“I always liked it.” You said, trailing a finger around the center button as you looked down at the game fondly.

The feeling sent a shiver down Parker’s spine. Hold it together, Parker. You gotta enjoy this game night! He gulped again. 

When you looked back up you noticed Parker was red in the face again. Walking up, you gave him a concerned look. It didn’t seem like a typical blush.

“Are you doing alright?” You asked softly, reaching for his cheek. 

Chuckling awkwardly, Parker pulled at his shirt collar. 

“Who? Me? I’m great! Fantastic actually!” He pointed to the game in your hands. “Let’s just get playing!” 

“Okaayy…” You trailed, giving him a suspicious glance. 

Sure, Parker tended to be quite the awkward guy. However, this seemed different. As if he was trying to hide something from you. 

Well, if he didn’t want to talk about it, you weren’t going to push him. For now, you could play your game. 

When you went to turn the game on, Parker begged all things holy to have the thing run out of batteries. Those prayers fell on deaf ears as the start up sound blared through the game speaker.

“Solo!” You pressed ahead to one of the group games. 

Parker held in a groan. Squeezing pressure pushed against his thigh. There was no way he was going to last in a game with you. 

“Alrighty! You ready?” You shook the game with a smile. 

Taking in a shaky breath, Parker nodded. The look in his eyes was anxious. 

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay? We don’t have to play this game if you don’t want to.” 

“No, no! We can play!” Seeing the way you had lit up at the sight of the game, the last thing Parker wanted to do was ruin your fun. 

“Positive?” You gave him another concerned look. 

Impulsively, Parker pressed a kiss to your lips. Taken aback, you stood wide-eyed. Eventually you softened and kissed him back. 

“Positive.” He breathed out after pulling away.

Wow, kissing you sure made him feel good. Really good. 

“Are you ready then?” You lifted your hand over the bop it button. 

Parker nodded enthusiastically, gearing himself up for what was to come. 

“Here we go!” You pressed the button.

The blaring music from the game drowned out Parker’s soft groan at the feeling. You began to play, managing to recall your childhood muscle memory. Being so focused on the game, you didn’t realize the torture you were putting Parker through. 

The bop it button making him feel the pressure of your hands on various parts of his body, a twist it leaving a tingly burn on his forearm, the flick it pinching his cheek, the spin it leaving a fluttering feeling over his chest, then there was the pull it. When you pulled down the lever, Parker was done for. 

“Oh fuck!” He moaned out at the feeling of your hand pulling at his semi-hard cock. 

Pausing, you looked up at him with worry on your face. Eyebrows furrowed tightly after hearing him. With you stopping the game played the losing sound.

“Game over!” It shouted. 

“Parker, what just happened?” You handled the game delicately. 

You had a sneaking suspicion that his outburst had something to do with it. 

Flustered and embarrassed, Parker rubbed the back of his neck. Letting out an awkward giggle, he looked away from you. Cheeks were flushed bright red. 

“So, you know we all feel when you interact with the objects, right?” He bit his lip nervously. 

Immediately your mind flashed to your last intimate time with Chance. A blush bloomed on your face. How could you be so stupid? Of course Parker would also be able to feel like the others could. 

“Yeah, I do.” You muttered, embarrassed. “It just sometimes slips my mind. You don’t physically respond to every interaction with the objects.” 

“Since most of our interactions are with my board or card games, I don’t really feel much. Game pieces for example, they feel like little taps when they’re set down.” 

Yeah, that somewhat made sense to you. As if this whole dating objects thing actually made sense, but you had to find logic somewhere. 

“Or um, cards. I can feel when you shuffle them.” His eyes darted away from yours meekly. “It actually feels really good.” 

“It does?” That had you curious. 

“Uh, yeah! You’re always so gentle, you don’t harshly shuffle. Plus, your hands are really soft. So yeah… feels really good.” 

“What exactly does it feel like?” You walked closer to him, trying to read his body language. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. 

“Um like you’re scratching my back and hair. Sometimes I feel your hands on my stomach.” 

“Huh, neat.” You were cataloging this information for later. 

Just as you had learned about the faces of Chance’s die, you wished to know the extent of Parker’s senses. Looking down at the Bop It in your hand, you became even more curious.

“So what did Bop It do to you?” There was a teasing glint in your eyes that had Parker gulping. 

“Uh, it does a lot.” He bit his lip, teeth worrying over it. 

“Like what?” You leaned in toward him, making his breath hitch. 

“You really want to know?” He asked softly. 

“Mhmm.”

You decided to try something out. Lightly, your finger brushed around the middle button again. This time you caught his shudder. 

“So what did that do?” You asked, voice low.

“Uh, I felt your finger trace over my stomach.” He admitted. 

“What about the levers?” You cocked your head, reading the man. 

Clearly he was nervous, but it seemed like there was another part of him that was almost… excited. 

“They do different things to me.” 

“Parker, am I going to have to beg you for specifics?” You teased. 

“F-fine. Bop it feels like pressing against me, twist it leaves a tingly burn, flick it is a pinch, and spin it is like a flutter against my skin.” He let out a sigh.

“You forgot pull it.” A cheeky grin was growing on your face. 

Mumbling to himself, Parker turned his face away. He was trying everything in his power to will the heat in his cheeks down. It wasn’t working. 

“Parker…” You pressed.

“I feel you pulling on me.” He said softly.

“Pulling at what?”

“Do I really need to say it?” His voice cracked. 

“Mhmm, I want all of the details.” 

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back. Breathing in a long inhale, he leaned forward. The air escaped his throat slowly. 

“This last time I felt you pull on my dick.” He admitted quietly. 

Letting out a satisfied hum, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. 

“Good boy.” You praised, making Parker shiver. Oh, he really liked that. “Was that so hard?” Your voice held a teasing lilt. 

“N-no.”

“Then tell me everything when I ask you a question.”

“Oh, okay. I-I mean yes, I will.”

“Good boy.” You purred against his lips before giving him another kiss. 

“Oh golly…” His face followed yours as you pulled back. 

“Now, tell me, what part of this,” you lifted the game, “corresponds with this.” You poked your finger into his chest, then slid it down just to the top of his belt.

Parker looked almost like he was in a daze. Mouth hung slightly open as he nodded.

“O-okay,” he breathed out, “there aren't any corresponding parts for the switches and button.”

“Really?” That was interesting considering what you knew about Chance.

“Yeah, I think it’s because the game chooses things randomly. So… I feel things randomly.” He paused, hand on his chin in though. “Actually, I think some parts of it are direct to my body.” 

“Which parts?” You lifted the game up.

“The black bits. I could feel your finger on my tummy when you circled the middle.” 

Testing this theory out, you trailed a finger along the left black bar. Parker felt your finger trace up his left arm, leaving a shiver up his spine. It felt good when you touched him like that. 

“I assume you felt that?” You ask, something dark was swirling in your gaze.

“Mhmm.” Parker wondered what you were thinking. 

“Parker?”

“Yes?”

“Do you like the feeling that the levers and button give you?” 

With ruddy cheeks, he nodded. 

“Wanna try something with me?” You ask leaning in toward him. 

Again he nodded.

“Y-yes.” 

“Good.” Lifting up the game with a smirk, you continued. “I want to know exactly how this feels for you.”

“I thought I explained it well enough…” Parker slightly pouted.

“That’s not what I meant.” You let out a chuckle. “I mean, whatever I do to you, I want you to do to me.” You bit your lip, waiting for his response.

“Oh gosh. That’s the hottest fucking thing you could say to me.” Parker rambled with no filter. 

“I’m glad you think so.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “So, shall we begin?” You gave him a sultry look.

“Yes, please.” 

With that, you decided to start. The two of you decided it would be easier for him to touch you if you were on the floor, so you plopped yourself onto the hardwood. 

  Pressing down on the bop it button, Parker let out a huff. The pressure was on his chest. Parker reached for your chest, pressing down on it with a blush on his face. 

The game had started, so you decided to play along with it. Twisting it, Parker felt a tingly burn on his forearm. Reaching for yours, he wrapped his hand around your wrist. Twisting his hands harshly, you let out a hiss. While that was a bit painful for you, Parker appeared unphased. 

The next lever was flick it. Parker felt a pinch at his earlobe. He proceeded to reach for yours, giving it a quick pinch. That one wasn’t so bad. 

Next was spin it. Shivering, you felt Parker’s fingers trail down your back in a fluttering motion. 

Finally was the pull it. As you tugged the lever down, Parker felt his hair get tugged back. Gripping your hair, he pulled it back. The action had you groaning, then blushing. 

“Ah, um…” You looked away from him. 

The game ended, and you set it down. Shaking off your flustered state, you turned to back to Parker. Deciding to maintain your control over him. 

“So, you like a bit of pain then?” You teased, poking him in the chest. 

“I do.” He gave you a smug smirk. “Though it seems like you do too.” 

“I like having my hair pulled, that’s all.” You huffed, turning your nose up.

“Like this?” His hand grabbed your hair again, pulling it back. 

Leaning over, he pressed a deep kiss against your lips. With him distracted, your hand went for his throat. Fingers pressing on the sides, making him light headed. His hand dropped from the back of your head.

Pulling back from the kiss, you pushed Parker to lay down on the floor. With your hand still wrapped around his throat, you crawled on top of him. A sadistic smirk was on your face as you looked down on him. 

Pupils blown out, looking at you as if you were a deity. His kiss bitten lips were parted, trying to catch his breath. Cheeks were painted red with a flush that traveled down his neck and shoulders. Fuck, he was adorable. You desperately needed to ruin him. 

Leaning down, you stuck out your tongue against the hot skin of his neck. Licking up a stripe, you felt him shudder beneath you. Mouthing down his jaw, you eventually reached his lips. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” You breathed against his mouth. 

“Ooh, golly. Oh gosh. Oh yes, please.” His voice cracked as he felt you squeeze his throat. 

“Such a good boy for me.” You purred against his ear before nipping at the lobe. The tingle of pleasure had him feeling like putty.

Sitting up, you released his throat. Reaching behind you, you grabbed Bop It. Pressing the button, the game started up again. You wanted to try something out. As you played, you thought of the location where you wished the lever to touch the man. 

Pulling down, you thought of his paper money hair. His head was visibly pulled back. Interesting… 

Spinning you thought about his thighs. Underneath you, you felt the muscles of his thighs tense. So that’s how it works.  

That sadistic smirk had returned to your face. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with this. 

Parker’s hands gripped your hips, fingers trailing along the skin under your shirt. You decided the article needed to go. Ripping it off, you threw it to the side. Looking down, you saw Parker’s eyes widen. 

“Like what you see?” You teased. 

“Mhmm.” 

One of his hands trailed to your chest, giving it a light squeeze. Long fingers moved to your nipple. He pinched at it, making you let out a hiss of pleasure. 

“Do you like that?” He asked, eyes sparkling with hope. So obedient…

“I do.” You nodded. 

“I wanna make you feel good.” Parker said, then shook his head. “No, I NEED to make you feel amazing.” 

His other hand reached up, tweaking at your other nipple. Letting out a groan, you felt yourself unconsciously grind against him. Through his pants you could feel his hard length. Already straining against the confines of his clothing. That needed to be rectified, immediately.

Crawling off of him, Parker whined. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his face. Pinching his cheeks you forced him to sit up. 

“Strip.” You commanded, gaze dark. 

Nodding, Parker began to remove his clothes. Eventually he was left only in his Twister themed boxers. A prominent tent poking out, making you smirk. He shuffled, self conscious as your eyes trailed over his body. When your gaze returned to his, he shivered. That dark lust was still there, perhaps even stronger than it was before.

“Parker, I told you to strip. I didn’t say strip everything but your underwear.” You spoke lowly, giving him an expectant look. 

If you kept talking like that he’d be able to cum from your voice alone. However, he really really really did not want to disappoint you. So he complied. Slowly pulling down his boxers, his hard cock flopping against his stomach. It was quite long with an average girth, and topped with a cute pink tip beading with precum.

Licking your lips, you crawled toward him. He looked so fucking good. Your hands reached for his legs, trailing up his thighs. He shivered at your touch. Following your hands, you pressed your lips against his thigh, then you gave it a little nip. The small yelp he let out had you smirking against his skin. 

Moving toward his center, your lips barely brushed against his cock. Parker moaned at the whisper of a touch. You pressed a kiss to his lower stomach. Then finally, you kissed his hard cock. Licking a stripe up his length, Parker shuddered. Another moan escaping him, louder this time. Before proceeding, you pulled back a moment. 

“Don’t even think about grabbing my head. Got it?” You gave him a look of warning as his hands twitched at his sides. 

“Y-yes. I understand.” He let out a shaky breath. 

Returning to your previous work, you licked up another stripe on his length. Wrapping your mouth around his cock, you began to bob your head. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Parker let out the lewdest noises you had ever heard. A lovely mixture of whimpers, whines, moans, and curses. Needing to hear more, you pressed yourself down further. Deepthroating his cock till you gagged. It gave you the response you wanted. 

“F-fuck. Ohhh gosh, oh!” Parker whined. 

Unconsciously, Parker slightly thrust his hips into your mouth. Immediately, you pulled back. Parker whined at the loss of your mouth. 

“No, Parker.” You nipped at his thigh. “Don’t do that again.” The darkness in your eyes had him nodding profusely. 

“Good boy.” You praised with a kiss to his other thigh. 

You wrapped your mouth around his cock again. This time you added your hands, cupping his balls lightly. Eliciting even more whimpers from the man. 

As he got closer and closer to release, he suddenly felt you stop. Pulling off his cock with a ‘pop’, you licked your lips. A teasing glint in your eyes as you looked up at him. His brows were furrowed in frustration, a pout on his lips. 

“Oh? Did you think I was just going to let you finish?” You teased as you pushed yourself off the ground. 

Once up, you slid off your pants and underwear. Leaving both you and Parker naked. The man was practically drooling. His eyes landed on the slick shine between your thighs. He licked his lips at the sight. Looking back in your eyes, he gave you a pleading gaze. 

“We ask for things if we want them, Parker.” You teased, trailing a hand down his chest. 

“Please, please let me taste you!” He looked like he was going to cry if you didn’t let him. 

“You may. On your knees.” You bit your lip in anticipation, eyes following him down. 

“Thank you.” He whispered, kissing your thigh. 

“Learning your manners, good boy.” His eyes lit up at the praise.

Before you continued, you leaned down with a serious expression. 

“If you need this to stop, say ‘red’. If you can’t speak, tap me three times. Okay?”

“Okay.” Parker nodded, then went to work.

Pushing your legs apart, Parker kissed up your thighs. Reaching your soaked core, he groaned. You had no idea how badly he wanted this. The scent alone had his mouth watering, he needed a taste. 

Before he could continue, you paused him. Reaching down, you grabbed Bop It again. Parker’s eyes widened and his cock throbbed. Oh, this was so fucking hot. 

“You may continue.” You pressed the bop it button. 

Parker felt the pressure against his thigh. Leaning back in, he stuck out his tongue. Licking up a long stripe through your folds, you let out a moan. Tasting you, Parker groaned. You were absolutely wonderful. He knew he would be able to eat you out for hours if you let him. 

From above, you decided to have fun with the man. Spinning spin it, Parker felt your finger trail up his length. His moans reverberated through you, sending sparks of pleasure over your body. 

This man knew how to eat pussy. While it sounded very sloppy, Parker’s tongue was expertly lapping away at your drenched cunt. Flicking your sensitive clit with speed and precision that had you feeling a familiar heat building up inside you. 

Twisting the twist it, Parker felt a pleasant burn over his chest. He groaned against your heat. Like Parker, you had begun unconsciously thrusting your hips against his mouth. Not that he minded, he loved being used by you. 

His tongue continued to work magic against you, swirling around your clit. Soft lips wrapped around your clit giving it a harsh suck. The feeling had the heat burst inside you. Slick squirted out of you, coating his face. One of your hands grabbed Parker’s head as you ground your cunt against his nose and mouth. His eyes rolled back as you rode out your orgasm, blissed out on bringing you pleasure. 

Releasing his head, Parker leaned back. Taking in the sight of you breathing heavily. A dopey smile was on his face, his eyes glazed over. It brought a smile to your face. You were glad he was enjoying this just as much as you were. 

“I think you deserve a reward for that.” You lowered yourself to the floor, face-to-face with the man. 

“A reward?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Mhmm. For being such a good boy for me.” You pressed a deep kiss to his lips, tasting yourself. 

“W-what’s the reward?” He breathed out, dazed. 

“I’ll ride you,” You held up Bop It, “and use this on you at the same time.” 

Parker let out a long whine at the thought. Oh, that was more than a reward. A gift from the gods more like it. No matter what it was, Parker needed it. 

Pushing Parker back onto the floor, he landed with a light thud. Biting your lip, you looked down at his hard cock. Lining yourself up, you slightly teased his tip. Beneath you Parker shook with anticipation. 

Finally, you sunk onto his length. With how wet you were, it was easy to fully fit him in. Both of you moaned as he filled up your cunt deliciously. The tip of his cock smushing against your gummy sweet spot. 

Pressing the bop it button, you began another game. As you played, you slid up and down his cock. Clit grinding against his pelvis, sending sparks of pleasure through you. With how good it felt, it was difficult to concentrate on the game. Feeling Parker’s cock twitch within you at each touch on the game had you soldiering on. 

The man beneath you was trying so hard to not pummel up into you. Watching you bounce up and down had him in pure bliss. He wanted to feel you cum around him so badly. Hopefully you’d squirt for him again. Fuck that would be amazing. 

Eventually you had to stop using the game. It clattered beside you, as you leaned over Parker. You pressed a kiss to his lips, then slammed your hips down. The tip of his cock pushed on your sweet spot over and over. You felt another orgasm incoming. Parker could also tell you were close. The plush walls of your soaked cunt were tensing then releasing around his length. 

“P-Parker!” You cried out, making his cock throb. “Fuck, I’m close.” You looked fucked out. Pupils blown wide as your chest heaved with labored breaths. 

“Please, oh please! Please cum on me! I need it!” Parker begged tears pricking at his eyes. His hands reached for your hips. 

At this point, he didn’t care if you admonished him. With a strong grip, he forced your hips up and down. The extra force had his cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly. Again and again, he pummeled into it. 

Suddenly, you felt the heat in your belly burst. Clamping around his cock, you came with a scream. Your slick spraying onto his lower torso. Parker grit his teeth and moaned as your pussy wrapped tight around him. Above him you shivered with the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

After a moment, you were able to catch your breath. Still on top of Parker, you lifted and lowered your hips slowly. He let out a moan, hands gripping at your hips. As you rode him at a languid pace, an idea came to you. 

Planting a kiss on his lips, you shared your thoughts. 

“For being so good to me, I’ll give you another reward.” You purred.

“Yeah?” His voice was breathy. 

“Yeah. I’ll let you use me.” 

That had his eyes snapping wide open. With surprising speed and strength, Parker had you off of him and face down on the floor. Your ass up as he pressed a hand on your back. Quickly, he lined his cock back up with your entrance and slid back in. Groaning together, Parker began fucking into you at a brutal pace. His cock finding that sweet spot of yours once more. In your compromising position, the only thing you could do was take it. Moans spilled out of you with each pump in and out of your cunt. 

Wrapping his arms around your torso, Parker pulled your back to his chest. His long cock fucking up into you. One of his hands trailed down, his fingers swirling around your clit. From behind, you felt his mouth kissing your shoulders. Biting down, Parker made you cry out. When he released, his tongue soothed the bruise that was blooming in the crook of your neck. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” He mumbled against you as he kept ramming inside you. 

He wanted you to cum one more time, and he was going to get his wish. Fingers pressed onto your clit with more pressure. Heat was building up in you once more. With each thrust up and swirl on your clit it grew hotter and hotter. Feeling you tighten up, Parker knew you would finish soon. 

“Cum on my cock again, please. Please, I’ve been good. I’ve been good. I need it!” He whined, nipping at your ear. 

Turning your head as much as you could, you met Parker’s lips. The sloppy kiss had your tongues tangling both of you swallowing the other’s groans. 

A final harsh swirl and well placed thrust had your pussy clenching Parker’s cock again. In his arms you were shaking. White hot pleasure coursing through your entire body. At the feeling of your wet heat tightening around him, Parker let himself go. Rutting into you like a feral animal, chasing his high with fast thrusts. Whimpers and moans escaping him as he neared his peak. The movement made your orgasm last longer, you found yourself limp in his strong grip as he used your body. His last thrust had him filling your cunt with a satisfying warm. Hot ropes of cum streaming into you as he let out a long whine. God, you felt so fucking good. 

As you came down, Parker kissed over your shoulders and neck. Occasionally nipping at the skin, likely leaving more hickeys for you to look at the next day. 

When he pulled out, he whined at the loss of your warmth. Seeing his spend sliding down your thighs did lift his spirits. 

Panting, you looked at him over your shoulder. A satisfied smile on your face, your eyes still clearly fucked out. Parker gave a soft smile back, leaning in to give you a kiss. 

Together you helped each other clean up. Lightly caressing the other as you wiped off the cum from your bodies. Parker couldn’t stop kissing you. Planting his lips on every free piece of skin and capturing your lips with his own. Reveling in his affection, you caressed his body. Softly running your hands over his warm skin. 

Both of you stared into each other’s eyes. A pleasant quiet settled in the attic with you. Pulling your hand to his lips, Parker pressed a soft kiss to the palm. The tender action had your cheeks flushing. 

“I didn’t go too far with you, did I?” You asked. 

Profusely, he shook his head side to side.

“You could’ve kept going if you wanted to.” He bit his lip sheepishly. “I actually really liked that.” 

“Yeah?” The teasing glint had returned to your eyes.

“Oh yeah.” He kissed you softly.

“Good boy.” You said with a smirk.

At your words, he shivered in your embrace. Then an idea came to him. 

“I know what game we should play next.” 

“What game?” You leaned closer to him with curiosity.

“Twister.” 

[a99jazzybean]

Guys… hear me out. Similar to my Chance headcanon, but instead it’s Parker. Bop It as his body. Eh? Eh?

(This is so dumb, but could also be kinda funny. Might make a fic based on this.)

[a99jazzybean]

Extremely self indulgent EddiexOC based on a scene from An Old Fashioned for the Live Wire. I want that breaker box so fucking bad, y'all don't understand.

[a99jazzybean]

OMFG THIS IS SO CUTE!!!! Absolutely honored that you’ve made fanart for the fic! And your OC is so friggin cute!!!

Muchos besitos 😘

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heyyy… guys… okay so I can’t draw chance…(NO, NO… IT’S NICE..!)

Erm anyways this is fanart for @a99jazzybean ‘s DELECTABLE story: The Road That Leads to You ☝️😜 I got bored and I’ve been seeing a LOAD of art for this story and the Vegas series so I thought I’d doodle the goobers w my oc/insert thingy as the mc or reader just cuz I can 😛