#And the desk is Jen's now since I have an office at work so I'm painting it blue and white

[fantasy-costco]

I'm painting my bookshelves and my partners desk to better match our apartment and I forgot how much I love this shit

[bitchiswild]

Needy Girl

Sub!GP Yunjin x F! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mommy kink, creampie, tummy bulge, etc.

A/n: Subby gp Yunjin🤭 (I RUSHED THIS KINDA)

Requested

Locked away in your home office since 6 am, Yunjin woke up to find you absent from her side. Understanding your busy schedule, she anticipated seeing you by lunch, yet the clock struck 1 pm, and you were still engrossed in work. Concerned, Yunjin decided to check up on you, armed with a sandwich, aware of your likely hunger.

Softly knocking on the door, she heard your response and entered. The sight of you working made her heart flutter, a sensation that never seemed to fade. "Y/n, baby, are you hungry? I brought you a sandwich," she whispered, careful not to disturb your focus.

At the sound of Yunjin's gentle voice, you looked up, your eyes warming at the sight of her and the lunch she brought. Recognizing the time, you stood up and approached her, taking the sandwich from her hands and placing it on your desk. Yunjin, patient and loving, reached for your waist, pulling you closer. Her hand delicately brushed your hair behind your ear, "Thank you for the sandwich." You said.

Expressing gratitude, you sighed contentedly in Yunjin's embrace. "I know you're busy, baby. Just make sure you eat," she reminded you, softly pecking your lips. In response, you reciprocated, your arms wrapping around her neck. Regrettably, you had to break the kiss, stating, "I really have to get back to work."

Yunjin whimpered, her longing evident. Missing you throughout the day, her need for your presence intensified. Your attention shifted to her, and your eyes darkened as she whimpered at your touch. A small chuckle escaped your lips. "Was last night not enough for you?" you teased, your hands exploring Yunjin's body.

Yunjin, overwhelmed by your touch, whimpered again. "I can never get enough of you; I'm addicted to you," she confessed.

You released a heavy sigh, torn between your desire to be with Yunjin and the pressing workload demanding your attention. "I'm sorry, Jen. Let me finish this paperwork first, and then you can have me all to yourself, okay?" you offered, sensing her neediness and feeling a pang of guilt for leaving her longing.

As two more hours passed, the tension between you and Yunjin continued to escalate. Yunjin's patience waned, and her neediness reached an unbearable level. She couldn't wait any longer; the desire radiating from her was palpable.

With every passing minute, Yunjin's restlessness grew. She tried to distract herself, pacing around the room and occasionally glancing at the clock. Her needy gaze never left you, and the air became charged with anticipation.

You immersed yourself in the paperwork, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change. Unable to resist any further, Yunjin approached you with a sense of urgency. "Y/n," she whispered, her voice a mixture of desire and desperation, "I can't wait any longer. I need you now." Her eyes pleaded with a level of intensity that made it clear she couldn't endure the aching any longer. 

Feeling the magnetic pull, you abandoned any remaining pretense of work. The room seemed to shrink as Yunjin rubbed her hard cock against you, her neediness reaching its peak. "Please, Y/n," she pleaded again, her voice aching with longing, "I can't wait any longer. I need you so bad."

Feeling her proximity and the intensity of her gaze, you couldn't resist looking up from your work. Yunjin's needy expression heightened, her lips slightly parted, and a whimper escaped her as her fingers danced along the edge of your desk. The air was charged with an undeniable tension.

You tried to maintain focus on the papers in front of you, but Yunjin's magnetic pull was too strong. She leaned in, placing a lingering kiss on your neck, her warm breath sending a rush of sensations through you. Another soft whimper escaped her lips, and she continued to rub herself against you, her neediness palpable.

Unable to resist any longer, you abandoned the paperwork, turning your full attention to Yunjin. "Alright," you whispered, succumbing to her desire. "You win." 

Yunjin let out a sigh of relief as you guided her to your office couch, her anticipation growing. As you gently pushed her down to sit, a soft whimper escaped her lips, drawing a teasing "tsk" from you.

"I was working, Yunjin, but you just have to be needy, hmm?" you playfully chided, your hands running from her face to dick which ignited a response from her. Her hips involuntarily bucked up, a clear manifestation of her desire and the effect your touch had on her.

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you continued to explore her responses. “I need you so bad, please mommy” She whimpered, her hands running all over your body. 

You emitted a low moan in response to her tender touches and whispered words, "I'll take care of you, baby, don't worry," you huskily reassured her. Swiftly shedding your clothes, you helped Yunjin undress. Gently guiding her to lie down, you positioned yourself above her, sensually grinding your pussy against her cock.

Yunjin couldn't help but groan at the electrifying sensation, her cock responding eagerly with beads of pre-cum, aching for release. 

As you continued to tease her, you maintained a steady stream of whispered words that sent shivers down Yunjin's spine. "Feel how much I crave you," you murmured, your breath hot against her ear, "Every touch, every kiss, it's all for you." Your fingers traced the contours of her body, purposefully brushing against her nipples, which made her gasp.

"I want to taste every inch of you, to make you mine in every way possible," you confessed, your voice dripping with desire. Yunjin's whimpering intensified, her need evident in the way she clutched at the sheets, unable to contain the building ache within her.

"You're so beautiful like this, all flushed and needy, you want me?," you added, your lips trailing a path of teasing kisses along her neck.

“Yes mommy, please touch me” She whimpered, Yunjin couldn't take your teasing anymore, she needed to be inside you.

You hovered over her cock, teasing her tip against your tight soaking entrance, pushing in slightly then pulling away. “Please mommy” Yunjin cried out in frustration, you giggled and sat on her entire length, causing Yunjin to choke out a moan. 

You began bouncing on her cock, moaning. Yunjin throbs inside of you uncontrollably. “Mommy’s good girl” You moaned, watching Yunjin's face twisted in pleasure.

Yunjin loves the way your tight cunt clenches around her, so warm and wet. "Fuck, mommy, you f-feel s-so g-good," she moans, eyes rolling back as her hands grip your waist while you bounce on her.

You bite your lip, holding back whimpers as Yunjin's veins rub against your walls sensually. The squelching thrusts intensify, heightening your arousal. Reaching down, you guide Yunjin's hand to your stomach.

"Feel that, baby? That's your cock in mommy’s tummy. You're so big, baby, making mommy’s tummy bulge with your cock," you husk out. Yunjin's hand trembles as she feels her hardness pressed against your stomach. She loves the sensation, reveling in the way her cock creates a noticeable bulge.

Pressing down on it, she elicits a moan from you. Yunjin then reaches down to stimulate your clit, causing your core to clench and your legs to shake with pleasure. As Yunjin's stomach tightens, her vision blurs, she was getting close.

"M-mommy, I'm g-gonna... c-cum," Yunjin whimpers, her hips shaking in pleasure as the tight clasp of your intimate connection intensifies the sensations.

"Yeah? Baby's gonna cum? Cum in mommy’s pussy, fill me up," you groan, the anticipation of the impending release heightening the pleasure that courses through your body. 

"S-shit, M-mommy!" Yunjin's cry echoes in the room as she bursts inside you, the warmth of her cum enveloping both of you. Unfazed, you continue to bounce on her cock, feeling the rhythmic pulses of her spurting cum.

"Shit, Jen!" Your legs quiver in the aftermath of your own intense climax, riding the waves of pleasure that cascade through your body. With a shudder, your body collapses against Yunjin's, you still your hips, ensuring not a single drop of cum is wasted.

Yunjin tenderly wraps her arms around your waist, her lips finding your chest to pepper it with puckered kisses. Her hand moves in soft caresses along your back, creating a soothing and intimate atmosphere in the aftermath of your shared passion.

"Thank you, baby. I really needed that," Yunjin whispers, her heart still racing as she catches her breath.

You rise from the intimate moment, gazing at her with affection. Tenderly brushing a strand of hair away from her face, you lean in to peck her lips sweetly. "Anything for my needy girl," you say with a warm smile, eliciting a blush from Yunjin.

As the shared intimacy lingers in the air, a sigh escapes your lips. "But I really do need to get back to work." With a final, lingering glance, you reluctantly detach yourself from the warmth of the moment, acknowledging the pull of responsibilities. It's an endearing pause in the day, a stolen moment of connection, but the demands of reality beckon, signaling a return to the outside world.

[allegra-writes]

"Bad together"

Prologue: Benjamin Reilly

Peter Parker x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: none.

"And if I'm dead to you

Why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed"

My tears ricochet - Taylor Swift

"... It's a disaster! Look at her! It's like someone took a look at Black Cat, selected everything that made her sexy and then took it out!"

Black Cat. The name froze the young photographer on his tracks right outside his boss' office. He hadn't heard that name in a long time, the last sighting had been well over a year ago. He would know.  After all, it had been him, the very last person to have seen Felicia Hardy, alive or dead.

"What are you talking about? That looks hot af, not to mention badass!" Jade's persuasive voice reached his ears, making him smirk: It was no secret the chief editor had a soft spot for the young intern. And, on her part, the petite brunette was a firecracker. Poor old Jameson didn't stand a chance. "Come on, dad. Single handedly taking down three of the Kingpin's goons? That's impressive. It deserves to be one of the slides!" 

"Not if we don't get a higher quality picture. That blurry video is good enough for a thumbnail, but not for a slide" Slides were a big deal, they were the Dailybugle.net's equivalent of a front page, and if J. Jonah Jameson took something seriously, it was his web site. He prided himself in the quality of the "receipts" of his "tea", as if that validated the trashiness of the bullshit articles he posted, more fiction from hyper imaginative wannabe writers than serious work from real reporters. 

"Well, then let's get the pictures. Where is that star photographer of yours?" 

The photographer rolled his eyes, typical Jade. As if the queen of cool didn't know his name. As if she hadn't graced his bed a handful of times already. 

"That's a good question. Dolores, get me Reilly!"

"I'm here, Jonah" Ben finally stepped inside the office, throwing an envelope on Jameson's desk before throwing himself on a chair across it. He could feel Jade's eyes on him, almost like a physical caress, trailing from the long, slick back curls on the top of his head, to the muscles of his arms, threatening to rip open the seams at the sleeves of his white t-shirt, to his jean clad thighs. Still, he didn't turn to look at her, refusing to give her the satisfaction. 

"What do you have for me today, boy?"

Ben gesticulated vaguely with his head in the direction of Jade, and Jameson caught the hint. 

"Jade, out!" 

"But, dad, my story!" The petulant reply left her mouth before she could stop it, undoubtedly the product of years of habit. But she had the grace to look embarrassed and leave the office without another word, trying to save whatever professionalism she had left. 

Once she was gone, Jameson opened the envelope, flipping through the various pictures of a masked figure swinging around New York in a black and red suit. 

"Hmmm… these are good" the older man praised, staring at the images of a frustrated robbery at 5th avenue

Ben snifled nocomitically,

"There was a fire at 16th avenue happening at the same time" He offered, "we could use that. Spider-Man forgets his roots and leaves his old neighborhood to fend for itself, running off to save some pretty socialite…"

"Oh, that is excellent! See, this is why I like you, kid. You have initiative. Unlike these snowflakes out there. Oh, but Spider-Man is a hero. Hero, my ass"

"Well, when you watch your so called hero sit back and do nothing as your life gets destroyed" Ben shrugged, "the rose colored glasses tend to fall off…"

Jameson made a face at that,

"Yeah, about that… I'm sorry. For the role the Daily Bugle played on that…"

Ben shook his head, 

"You thought you were getting the truth out there. It's not your fault to have been played, along with half the world. Plus," he added, sounding genuinely enthusiastic, "you gave me this job. And now we can really tell the truth"

"Even when our idea of the truth is somehow different" The older man scoffed, flipping around a picture of Spider-Man sat on what appeared to be a hammock of his own webs, eating a hamburger and reading something that looked suspiciously like a comic book, "Still hung up on that high schooler theory of yours?"

"Well, if it talks like a brat and acts like a brat…" Ben took out another envelope, this time containing a few burger king wrappers and, effectively, a spider-man comic book. 

"Where did you even get these?"

"Harlem" was Ben's curt reply, and Jameson knew that was as exact a location as he was going to get. 

"So you still believe this is a copycat? Some kid playing dress up"

Ben simply shrugged again. 

"Well, there seems to be an epidemic of those lately" Jameson admitted, indicating Ben to come closer, passing a tablet to him, "Jade just handled me this, take a look"

Ben took a deep breath, steeling himself, already knowing what he was going to see in it. Yet, a part of him couldn't help but hope to be wrong. To hope the silver haired figure facing three much bigger, stronger looking ones as he pressed play, wasn't the same one he had spent weeks memorizing last summer. Wasn't the body he had found solace in, when everything fell apart, once again, for the hundredth time in his life. 

To hope it wasn't you. 

But when in his twenty-two or so years of existence, had things ever gone his way? 

Ben felt the screen crack under his fingertips.

"I've heard of her" he lied through his teeth, "didn't even think she was real, to be honest. Extremely elusive, and cunning." That much was true, "I don't understand how something as mundane as a security camera managed to catch her…" 

Unless you wanted to be caught, that was. 

"Well, I don't care if she's the fucking Loch Ness monster, I want an HD picture of her on my desk tomorrow to go with Jade's article. I already have a headline: New Catastrophe Jen wreaks havoc on Hell's Kitchen" Jameson's eyes lit up with glee as he weaved his hands up in the air, like writing on an invisible marquee. 

Ben snorted

"Don't you mean Calamity Jane?"

Jameson's face fell, the color rising to his cheeks, characteristic vein popping on his forehead. 

"I meant what I meant, boy! Now, what are you still doing here? You have 24 hours to get me that picture"

"I'm going to need 72," came Ben's unphased reply, "and I want twice what you pay me for the spidey pics"

Jameson's vein looked about ready to explode,

"48 hours. And deal."

Ben jumped from his seat and bolted out of the office before his boss could change his mind, not realizing until it was too late that he was on a collision course with a sweet looking short haired blonde girl. 

"Watch where you're going! Jeez!"

"Me? You're the one who crashed against me!" 

Ben rolled his eyes, but crouched next to the girl anyway, helping her gather the papers that had been sent flying on impact back together.

"Peter? Oh my god, is that you?"

Of course. What an idiot, he should had recognized that annoying, shrilly voice the second he heard it. It had caught him off guard, something he knew he couldn't afford. But how could he had ever imagine he could run into Betty fucking Brant, Yale cum laude, in the freaking dailybugle.net headquarters of all places?

"Sorry, sweetheart. You must confuse me with someone else…" He mumbled, lowering his head even more in a vain attempt to hide his face.

"Of course not!" She insisted, "You're Peter, Peter Parker, we went to Midtown together!"

"Miss, I have no idea what you're talking about…"

"Don't be silly, Peter!" She chuckled, completely deft to his tone or the way his whole demeanor had changed the second she had called him by the old name. "How have you been? Oh, just wait until I tell Ned, he's going to be so-"

CRACK.

At last, the tablet that had been in peril ever since Jameson had put it in Ben's hands, the one that contained his assignment, met its demise, both broken halves falling to the ground, along with all the papers he had picked up for Betty. It was several moments before he could get the shaking of his hands under control, before the tar black rage inside him subsided enough for him to be able to move without shifting. But it had.

"Peter Parker is dead." He deadpanned, dark brown eyes finally meeting Betty's stunned blue ones, "Tell Ned that, he'll probably be glad to hear it"

With that, he stood up and walked away, leaving a confused and agitated Betty behind. 

To be continued...