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melliemell · 5 months ago

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Pairing: Dazai x f!reader

Contents: NSFW, car sex (unfortunately for Kunikida), breath play, dazai levels of whining, but he always gets what he wants doesn't he, Approx. 1.5k words

“Don’t even think about it,” you breathed, grinding your hips against Dazai’s. His mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut as a moan left his lips before it turned into a strained laugh. Dazai guided your hand to his neck. He bit at your lower lip playfully, languid thrusts drawing out your pleasure with every deep stroke.

“Pretty please?” Dazai whispered to your ear, his lazy smile widening as your fingers grazed the bandages he always wrapped himself in. “I’ll be a real good boy about it.”

“You’ve been anything but for the last half-hour,” you retorted. “I’ll think about it.”

Dazai pouted, his trademark gaze of innocence returning. He knew how to get what he wanted; even if it required you to play this game of fetch every time. Instead, you ground your hips down, enjoying the friction of him bottoming out in you.

The parking lot was empty this late, keeping your undertakings pleasantly obscured under the roof of your car.

You weren’t meant to be here, precisely.

Nor Kunikida’s car– it was supposed to be back hours ago. But then again Dazai was ever the opportunist; why waste a perfectly good vehicle when you’ve already used it the whole day to spy on a client? Might as well give yourself a treat for a job well done.

Dazai brushed your hair to the side, teeth sinking into your soft skin. You couldn’t move much, your hips straddling Dazai’s and the steering wheel digging into your back with his every thrust. He was keeping you in place, not giving much of any opportunity even as you wriggled and panted against his lips.

Postponing your orgasm was becoming somewhat of a speciality of his, especially with how grumpy it got you the longer he played around. That was what he wanted, more often than not. Predicting your actions was easy, and knowing how far to push to reach your breaking point–

easier.

Then he might get what he wanted.

Your hands drew him closer, your focus waning as the pressure built up again. You weren’t going to let Dazai ruin this one too. Maybe it counted as giving in or perhaps you felt like you were taking control this time, but…

Delicate fingers trailed around Dazai’s neck, making him shudder the moment he realised what you were up to. He wanted it, of course. As much as it annoyed you how desperate he would get only to have your hands wrap around his throat, the pressure building with every second.

You knew he liked the thrill of it. The suicidal maniac in him was ecstatic–playing with life like that. You on the other hand felt your worry building every time he so much as looked at you with that pleading gaze. It was only a play, no real harm behind it.

Plenty of people were into breath play, and yet…it felt different.

It scared you, sometimes—just a bit.

“Change of heart?” Dazai’s eyes were hooded. He looked beautiful like this, flush all the way down his chest. His hand trailed up your thigh, gripping tightly.

“We make a deal?” you asked, arching forward. He was easy to bargain with, like this. “I do this, and you give me the best orgasm I’ve ever had? No half-assing here, Osamu.”

Dazai fluttered his lashes and his grin turned vicious. “I do as you please, oh great beauty of mine.” And you could only blink your eyes closed, hands wrapped around his neck in preparation.

Dazai raised you up suddenly, his cock slipping out of you.

“Wh-at?” you asked, grabbing into his shoulders for balance.

“I’m a fast worker, what can I say?” Dazai smirked.

His hand went to your entrance, drawing slow steady drags of his fingers against your wet pussy lips. The moment his fingers entered you, a shudder crawled up your spine.

You weren’t sure where he was going with this. His fingers made quick work, moving within your walls and twisting to your sweet spot often enough to make you dizzy. You almost forgot what you were meant to do with your hands.

“Fuck,” you said, trying to force your attention back into focus.

Dazai was looking at you, enjoying every second of it.

A few more strokes and his hand pulled away, only for his cock to enter you again, sudden and filling. Your thighs clenched around him, breath coming ragged. The fingers now covered in your wetness went to skilfully move over your clit, thumb rocking back and forth in time with Dazai’s every thrust.

You had to remind yourself to breathe, eyes back to Dazai’s face. He was watching you, head thrown back as a smirk tilted his lips. You could have been a sight to see for all you knew.

But that didn’t bother you.

You reached up, tracing his jawline with both hands before going lower. Dazai’s whole focus was on you, every detail engraving itself in his mind as you wrapped your hands around his neck.

Such delicate work under these circumstances wasn’t ideal. You felt Dazai try to swallow under your hands, the pressure barely there to distract him. But he knew this was only a warmup. It takes time for you to ease into it; this wasn’t the first time you were hesitant to do this.

Dazai’s cheeks reddened. Slowly, ever so slowly, your pressure increased, and you marvelled at the way Dazai moaned weakly from the sensation of literary being suffocated.

Dazai’s eyes fluttered shut, head thrown back as his hold on you waist tightened.

He was beautiful like this, so vulnerable and entirely at your mercy.

You tried to regulate, watching his every twitch and grunt for the air he lacked. You were bringing him to the brink only to relax just enough to get his bearings back together.

Your legs were trembling from the strain, seeing as Dazai’s trust became sporadic, trying to force out as much of his strength into fucking you. Your lower belly tingled with your release which was steadily building up.

Dazai’s thumb didn’t stop, his hand going down to your entrance to gather more of your wetness before coming back to stroke at your clit. You could barely breathe at this point.

Dazai looked at you, choked sounds falling from his open mouth even as his upper teeth bit into his lip. He was having the time of his life.

“Good boy.” You smiled, diving for a kiss as your hands squeezed firmer, swallowing Dazai’s whine as your tongue trailed inside his mouth. Saliva trickled down his chin, making him a bigger mess with every second.

You felt his legs spasm, the tension increasing. Your pussy clenched around him, just the way he liked before he was near.

You held him, not letting go even as his belly fluttered, twitching with every strain to push his orgasm forward. You forced him into the seat, Dazai’s neck bared prettily as you hovered over him, the sound of your kissing filling the air almost as much as his rapid trusts as he struggled to reach you.

“Come on, pretty boy. I’ve got you,” you panted against Dazai’s lips.

Pleasure seeped in, not suddenly this time, but a steady buildup of more more more–and you were cumming, cunt fluttering around his cock enough to force Dazai’s eyes open, staring wide at the rooftop as a pitiful moan vibrated right from his chest. You felt his cock twitch inside you a moment later, his spent shooting inside you, warm and thick.

You only loosened your hold on him when you were sure he was coming down from the high. Dazai’s head lolled to the side, eyes still closed as he breathed hard between coughs for air. He looked utterly exhausted, his face pale with overstrain. He barely had the strength to move, let alone slip out of you.

Not that you could help, flopping against his chest to breathe in his musky scent. The air around you was hot, almost foggy. Like in those sappy romance movies where the couple run away to their car to finally have some alone time.

Except this one wasn’t yours.

You pulled yourself back, reaching with a groan for your phone.

“Whatcha doin’?” Dazai asked, kissing at your shoulder. He looked so pretty as he blinked at you, face serene.

“Looking for a nearby car wash,” you said, forcing your eyes to the screen.

A silence before Dazai’s hearty laugh filled the space. You looked at him, eyebrow raised.

“Were you expecting something else?”

“Not in the slightest,” Dazai said, clearing a tear from his eye. He still smiled when he said, “Kunikida sure has a great friend in you.”

“In both of us.” You leaned in for a quick peck. “Seeing as we’ll be splitting the bill.”

Dazai groaned but it didn’t sound as sincere as he would’ve liked. He pulled you in close, pouting all the while as you pretended not to notice him. He got his way this time around, it’s not like he had much to complain about.

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mingi-s-dimples · 2 months ago

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Taught to Behave - Sanhwa

"You like this, don't you, baby? Getting used. Getting ruined. Getting owned."

~"sanhwa being possessive, college & party au, some random guy flirts with the reader, sanhwa take her back to the dorm to remind her who she belongs to" - req. by anon

pairing: sanhwa x fem!reader

genre: 18+, college au, filth

summary: you're just too innocent and dense to realise someone is flirting with you... and your boyfriends see everything. and they ruin you.

wc: 6.7k

warnings: boyfriends!sanhwa, rough doms!sanhwa, possessiveness, choking, deep throating, bargain, begging, multiple ruined orgasms, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, oral fixation, oral (both m and f), cum play, cum eating, clit slapping, ass spanking, thigh slapping, forced eye contact, teasing, biting, marking, hickeys, restraints (cuffs), dacryphilia, degradation, praising, dumbification, orgasm control, forced orgasms, gagging, nipple play, nipple sucking, breasts fondling, ownership kink, punishment, verbal control, 3some, completely consensual, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!), for damn sure forgot something this was insane, will edit later.

Author's Note: this was fucking insane hello... I loved writing this as much as it took me 2 days 🤡 but hey! It’s finally done, hihi 🤗 anon pls enjoy it, is... FILTH.. ilysm. stay safe 🥰🤍 lmk in asks how you liked it hihi 😂🤍

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.

The party was buzzing, the air thick with laughter, music, and the faint scent of alcohol. You weren’t much of a party girl, but with Seonghwa and San by your side, you had agreed to come along. They had promised they wouldn’t leave you alone for a second, but promises like that were easy to break in the chaos of a college party.

Just for a moment, they had stepped away to grab drinks. That’s all it took.

“Hey, you having a good time?” A smooth voice cut through the noise beside you.

You turned to see a guy—tall, confident, a casual smirk playing on his lips. You didn’t think much of it. He seemed friendly, and you weren’t the type to be rude.

“Yeah! It’s fun,” you answered with a small laugh, completely unaware of the way he edged closer, leaning in just slightly to hear you better over the music. The conversation continued— light, easy. He made a joke, and you laughed, a sweet, unknowing smile gracing your lips. You were just being polite, just making conversation. Nothing more.

San and Seonghwa saw the whole thing.

Seonghwa’s jaw tensed first, a sharp clench that San caught immediately. He was already moving before San could stop him, but there was no need—San was right behind him, dark eyes flickering with something unreadable.

They knew you weren’t flirting.

They knew exactly how you got when you flirted, all shy glances and nervous little twitches. But this? This was something else. You were just being polite. Laughing at whatever bullshit this guy was saying, not realizing the way he was inching closer, the way his eyes flickered down to your lips between words.

San let Seonghwa handle it. He stood behind you, pressing close enough for you to feel the heat of his body against your back, and let Seonghwa’s icy voice do the rest.

“Hope you were enjoying the conversation,” Seonghwa said, his hand curling around your waist as he tilted his head, eyes sharp enough to cut. “But we’ll be taking her now.”

The guy blinked, shifting awkwardly as he took in the way both men now flanked you, protective and unyielding. “I was just—”

“You were just leaving,” San cut in, voice deceptively light, though the hand sliding down your hip was anything but.

The man opened his mouth, but the warning look in Seonghwa’s eyes made him think better of it. He muttered a quick, “Yeah, sure,” before disappearing into the crowd.

You barely had time to process it before San’s hand was tightening around yours, tugging you toward the exit with Seonghwa right at your other side. Your heart picked up at the suddenness of it, but you didn’t question them, letting them lead you straight back to the dorm.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, locking out the world, you knew something had shifted.

San was the first to move, stepping behind you and brushing your hair over your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?” he murmured, fingers pressing into your waist.

Seonghwa took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to his. His expression was unreadable, dark eyes flickering over yours. Then, a small, knowing smile appeared on his face as he brushed his thumb over your lip.

"Guess we’ll have to remind you who you belong to.”

You barely had time to process the shift in the air before San’s hands were already at the hem of your dress, his fingers grazing your thighs as he lifted it just enough to make you shiver.

Seonghwa, still holding your chin, tilted your head further back. His eyes bore into yours, dark and unreadable, but the corners of his lips curled with something dangerously soft. Too soft.

"Why—" Your voice came out small, barely above a whisper as San’s fingers dug into your skin, pressing against the meat of your thighs. "What did I do?"

San’s chuckle was warm against your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin before he answered. "Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, dragging the hem of your dress higher, higher. "You didn’t do anything."

"Not a thing," Seonghwa agreed, voice deceptively soothing as he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. "But we still have to remind you."

Your breath hitched as San suddenly lifted your dress over your head, leaving you in nothing but lace beneath their burning gazes. The second the fabric hit the floor, Seonghwa’s hands were at your waist, smoothing over your stomach, tracing upwards, fingers ghosting just beneath your bra.

San, still pressed behind you, let his hands settle on your hips, kneading the flesh there as he let out a low hum. "You let some random guy stand too close to you, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against the back of your neck. "Didn’t even realize it, did you?"

You blinked, heat creeping up your spine as you processed his words. "I was just talking," you whispered, chest rising and falling as Seonghwa finally slid his hands up, pushing your bra straps off your shoulders.

"We know," Seonghwa said simply, voice velvety smooth. His fingers flicked at the clasp of your bra, and before you knew it, the lace joined your dress on the floor. "That’s what makes it so adorable."

Your stomach flipped, their hands working in tandem to undress you as if it were second nature.

San’s fingers dragged along the waistband of your panties, snapping it lightly before he let out a quiet sigh. "You really have no idea how fucking precious you are, do you?"

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but San tsked, nudging them apart again with his knee from behind you. "Not so fast, baby."

Seonghwa stepped back just enough to shrug out of his jacket, the sound of fabric hitting the floor sending a fresh wave of heat through you. "We’re not mad," he reassured, eyes locked on yours. "We just need to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to."

And as San finally peeled your panties down, pressing a lingering kiss against your hip before standing to remove his own shirt, you realized—there was no escaping this lesson tonight.

San settled himself against the headboard, his bare chest gleaming under the dim light as he spread his legs slightly, motioning for you. His jeans hung low on his hips, and his briefs did nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock.

"Come here, sweetheart," he murmured, voice dripping with something both soft and demanding.

With a gentle tug, he guided you onto his lap, his strong hands gripping your hips as he positioned you exactly how he wanted—your back flush against his chest, thighs draped over his, legs spread open for Seonghwa, who had just settled onto his knees between them.

Seonghwa’s gaze dragged over your exposed body, dark and unreadable, before flickering up to meet San’s. Whatever unspoken agreement passed between them sent a shiver down your spine.

San’s lips found your neck first, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. His hands roamed upward, cupping your breasts, kneading them with a slow, deliberate squeeze that had your breath hitching.

"You’re so pretty like this," he murmured against your skin, teeth grazing along your jawline.

Seonghwa, still kneeling between your legs, trailed his fingertips along the inside of your thighs, slow and teasing. His lips followed the path of his hands, leaving featherlight kisses in his wake, the contrast between his softness and San’s firm touch making your head spin.

"Spreading so easy for us," Seonghwa mused, his voice dipping into something deeper, rougher. "You really are ours, aren’t you?"

San hummed in agreement, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples as his teeth scraped along your earlobe. "Ours to touch…" He gave your breasts another squeeze. "Ours to ruin."

Your breath caught as Seonghwa’s kisses inched higher, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin near your core. Your fingers gripped San’s forearms, nails digging into his skin as anticipation coiled tight in your belly.

Seonghwa glanced up, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Look at her, San," he murmured, lips ghosting over the very place you needed him most. "Already shaking, and I haven’t even started yet."

San chuckled against your neck, his hold on you tightening. "Then don’t keep her waiting."

And then Seonghwa dove in.

He wasted no time, his tongue dragging over your folds in one slow, teasing motion before pressing deeper, tasting you like a man starved. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in as he pulled you even closer, burying himself between your legs.

Your back arched against San’s chest, breathy gasps spilling from your lips as Seonghwa worked his tongue over you, alternating between slow, deliberate licks and quick flicks over your sensitive bud.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” San murmured in your ear, his voice heavy with arousal. His grip on your breasts tightened, rolling your hardened peaks between his fingers, adding to the overstimulation that was quickly driving you insane.

Seonghwa groaned against your core, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you. But it wasn’t just from eating you out—his other hand had moved to his own cock, stroking himself as he devoured you, his pace rough and desperate. He didn't bother taking off his pants yet.. he was just as gone as you were. He just pushed them down slightly and.. got to jerking off.

“God, Hwa,” San chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Are you that impatient?”

Seonghwa didn’t respond—his only answer was a deep, hungry moan against your folds as he sucked on your clit, his own strokes growing even faster. Your thighs trembled in his grasp, your entire body strung tight, every nerve buzzing with the approaching orgasm.

San could tell. He felt it in the way your breath hitched, in the way your hips bucked into Seonghwa’s mouth, in the way your nails clawed at his arms.

And just when you thought the pleasure couldn’t peak any higher, San slid one hand down your stomach, his fingers finding your clit.

Your entire body jolted. “S-San—”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, pressing slow, torturous circles against the swollen nub. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?”

Your only response was a desperate whine, a sound that had both of them groaning.

Seonghwa flicked his tongue faster, his strokes on himself turning erratic, his grip tightening against your thigh.

“You better cum,” San murmured, his fingers moving in sync with Seonghwa’s tongue. “Right now, sweetheart. Give it to us.”

Your body was wound so tight it was a miracle you hadn’t snapped yet. The combination of Seonghwa’s tongue and San’s fingers was sending you hurtling straight toward the edge, your thighs trembling, your hands desperately clutching San’s forearms for some semblance of control.

But they weren’t about to let you have any.

Seonghwa moaned against your folds as he sucked harder, the obscene sound only making you more desperate. San’s fingers didn’t let up either, rubbing ruthless, fast circles over your swollen clit, his other arm keeping you firmly locked against his chest.

“S-San—Hwa—” You barely got their names out, voice breaking into breathy whimpers.

“Hmm?” San hummed mockingly against your ear, his breath hot. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Can’t even talk anymore?”

Seonghwa groaned at your taste, tongue delving even deeper as his strokes on himself grew messier. He could feel the way you were tightening, how your body was twitching, how your moans were growing sharper—so fucking close.

San grinned, knowing it too. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, breath heavy, fingers never slowing. “Show us who you belong to.”

And just like that, the coil snapped.

Your back arched against San’s chest, a sharp, broken cry tearing from your lips as your orgasm crashed into you, waves of pleasure rippling through every inch of your body. Seonghwa groaned against you as you pulsed around his tongue, drinking in every last drop.

But they didn’t stop.

San kept his fingers moving, rubbing relentlessly over your sensitive clit. Seonghwa kept licking, eating you up like he’d never get another taste.

You jerked against them, the overstimulation hitting you like lightning. “T-Too much—”

“Too much?” San cooed mockingly. “You can take it.” His grip on your hips tightened as you writhed. “You’re ours. That means we get to ruin you.”

Seonghwa hummed in agreement, his lips still latched onto you, his own pleasure teetering on the edge. He was painfully close, his cock throbbing in his hand as he kept stroking himself, desperate for release.

San noticed.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, tilting his head. “You’re just as bad as she is, aren’t you, Hwa?”

Seonghwa groaned, pulling away from your drenched folds, his lips swollen and glistening. He didn’t say a word—he just shifted up, still kneeling between your legs, his hand wrapped tight around his cock. His breaths were heavy, his brows furrowed in blissful frustration.

San grinned. “Go on, then.”

Seonghwa exhaled sharply, his free hand reaching out to tilt your chin up and he got up halfway, still on his knees. His thumb traced your bottom lip, his dark gaze locking onto yours.

“Open.” His voice was hoarse, barely more than a command.

You obeyed without hesitation, lips parting as he slid his thumb past them first, groaning when he felt your warm tongue against it. But it wasn’t enough—he needed more.

His hand left your chin, wrapping around the base of his cock again. He stroked himself a few more times, sharp and fast, before his control finally snapped.

His head tipped back, a deep, guttural moan spilling from his lips as he came, hot and thick onto your tongue. Some of it dripped down the corner of your lips, but he was quick to swipe it up with his fingers, pushing it back into your mouth.

San, still holding you against his chest, chuckled. “Goddamn, Hwa.”

Seonghwa’s chest was heaving as he collected himself, his dark eyes still locked onto you as you swallowed. “Shut up,” he muttered breathlessly.

San smirked. “Impatient fucker.”

Seonghwa only huffed, finally shifting off the bed. “You’re one to talk,” he murmured, eyes flicking down to San’s *very* obvious problem.

San only grinned, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart.”

Seonghwa exhaled heavily, raking his fingers through his hair before reaching for the waistband of his pants. His movements were smooth, deliberate, his belt unfastened with a sharp snap before he let it fall to the floor. His zipper came next, the slow, teasing sound only adding to the anticipation thickening in the air. He shoved his pants down, leaving him in only his briefs, his cock straining against the fabric, desperate for attention once again.

San followed, already shirtless, his toned torso illuminated by the dim light of the room. He made a show of unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them down his strong thighs before kicking them off entirely. Unlike Seonghwa, he didn’t hesitate to strip fully, pushing his briefs down as well, letting his cock spring free. He was already painfully hard, the tip glistening, the sight making your mouth water.

San wasted no time, pulling you against him as he settled onto his knees, your chest flush against his. His arms wrapped around you possessively, one hand pressing firmly against your lower back, keeping you in place, while the other gently tilted your chin down—guiding your gaze toward the thick length standing right in front of you. His hard, dripping cock.

Seonghwa had taken off his briefs and positioned himself behind you, hands gripping your hips, his breath hot against your shoulder as he leaned in. His lips brushed against your ear, a low chuckle vibrating against your skin. "You look so fucking perfect between us." His fingers traced down your spine, slow and deliberate, before he gripped your waist, adjusting your position.

San hummed in agreement, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "Be a good girl for us, yeah?" He didn’t give you time to answer before slapping the tip of his cock against your lips, urging you to open up for him.

At the same time, Seonghwa’s grip on your hips tightened, and with one slow, torturous thrust, he bottomed out.

Your gasp was swallowed by San’s cock as he pushed further into your mouth, the intrusion forcing your jaw open wider. His fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing—just holding, controlling. Letting you know he could take over anytime he wanted.

Behind you, Seonghwa groaned as he buried himself deeper, your tight walls squeezing around him perfectly. His grip on your hips was bruising, nails digging into your flesh as he bottomed out, a low curse leaving his lips. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

San exhaled sharply above you, watching as your lips stretched around his length. “Bet she feels even better wrapped around you, huh, Hwa?” His voice was laced with amusement, but the slight tremor in it gave away just how much he was enjoying this.

Seonghwa let out a breathy chuckle, pulling back before thrusting in again, setting a slow but firm pace. “She’s perfect.” His fingers slid up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades to arch your back deeper. “And she’s ours.”

San’s grip in your hair tightened slightly, guiding you as he rocked his hips forward, pushing deeper into your throat. He groaned when he felt you swallow around him, his free hand cupping your cheek. “So pretty like this, taking everything we give you.”

Seonghwa’s thrusts grew rougher, each snap of his hips pushing you further onto San’s cock. The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely at their mercy—it was too much and yet not enough. You whimpered around San, your hands gripping his thighs for stability, nails digging in.

San chuckled breathlessly, wiping a tear that slipped down your cheek. “Mm, look at you, baby. Crying already?” His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “We’re just getting started.”

Behind you, Seonghwa groaned at San’s words, his thrusts turning sharper. “She can take it,” he muttered, almost to himself. “She’ll take everything we give her.”

San smirked. “That’s right.” He guided your head down further, letting you take him all the way. “And she’s going to even thank us for it.”

San was as close as Seonghwa was initially, his cock throbbing in your mouth with every thrust and every lick. As soon as you licked around and sucked him off for a couple of times, strings of white silky cum shoot out in your mouth as he came. He pulled back with a slick pop, his cock leaving your mouth coated in your spit and his cum. A string of it clung to your lips, and he wiped it off with his thumb, only to push it right back into your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You did.

Seonghwa growled behind you, his thrusts slowing—dangerous. “You’ve been so, so innocent, talking to that man tonight…”

San hummed in agreement, running his fingers through your hair before gripping the roots at the base of your skull, yanking your head back. “And now? Now you think you can just take our cocks and be done?” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice dark. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re fucked if you think that.. more than fucked.”

Seonghwa pulled out entirely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing, a desperate whimper escaping your lips. But before you could even beg, he flipped you onto your back with ease, your body barely having time to register the shift before he was on you again.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. His other wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. His dark eyes flickered down, filled with something wild—something dangerous. “You want to be a brat?” he murmured, voice like velvet laced with steel. “Then you’ll be treated like one.”

San’s chuckle was low, amused. “You know what brats get, don’t you, baby?” He trailed a finger down your stomach, light, teasing. His touch stopped right above your swollen clit, not giving you what you needed.

Your thighs trembled, your hips shifting to chase his fingers, desperate for friction. “P-Please—”

San tsked. “Oh, you wanna beg now?” His hand suddenly came down on your inner thigh. A sharp slap that had your breath stuttering, the sting blooming instantly. “Where was this obedience earlier, huh?”

Seonghwa tightened his grip around your throat, his lips curving into a smirk. “She’s only good when she’s desperate.”

San hummed. “Then let’s make her desperate.”

He moved faster than you could process, reaching to grab something from the nightstand. A second later, the sharp *click* of metal filled the air.

Handcuffs.

You barely had time to gasp before Seonghwa was snapping them around your wrists, locking them above your head. “There,” he murmured, leaning down, his lips ghosting over yours. “Now you’re ours to do with as we please.”

And then, without warning—Seonghwa *slapped* your clit.

Your whole body jerked, a choked cry ripping from your throat as the sudden jolt of pleasure-pain sent electricity shooting through your veins.

San groaned. “Oh, that was pretty.”

Seonghwa did it again. Harder.

Your back arched, the metal of the cuffs digging into your skin as your body struggled against them. But there was nowhere to go. Nothing to do except take it.

“Aw,” San cooed mockingly, watching as your thighs trembled. “Too much?”

Seonghwa’s fingers traced over your dripping folds, gathering the slick that had only worsened with the punishment. He brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a groan. “I don’t think so,” he murmured. “She’s fucking dripping.”

San chuckled. “She likes being punished.”

Seonghwa smirked, pressing a single finger against your clit—not rubbing, not moving. Just applying pressure, the promise of more. “You like this, don’t you, baby?” His voice was low, intoxicating. “Getting used. Getting ruined.”

San leaned down, his lips barely brushing yours. “Getting owned.”

Seonghwa hummed, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “You love this, don’t you? Being at our mercy.” His free hand traced down your torso, his fingertips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your stomach before sliding lower, teasing but never quite giving.

You whimpered, your body trembling under their touch, craving more—needing more. The metal of the cuffs bit into your wrists as you instinctively tugged against them, your need for control slipping further away.

San chuckled, his lips curling against your skin. “Already so restless,” he mused. “Should we give her what she wants, hyung?”

Seonghwa smirked, his grip on your throat tightening just a fraction more. “Not yet. She hasn’t earned it.”

Your whine of frustration only made them laugh, a mix of amusement and satisfaction evident in their voices. San’s hands roamed your sides, tracing the curves of your body with deliberate slowness, savoring the way you squirmed beneath his touch.

Seonghwa’s grip finally loosened, only for his fingers to trail down your spine, sending a fresh wave of shivers through you. “Patience,” he whispered, his lips grazing the back of your neck. “We’ll take our time ruining you.”

San caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back until your lips were just a breath away from his. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with both praise and possession. “But you can be better, can’t you?”

The tension between you all was electric, your body trapped between them, your mind clouded with need. They were in no rush, savoring every reaction, every twitch, every sound that escaped your lips.

You were theirs. And they were going to make sure you never forgot it.

They both suddenly lift you on your legs in front of the bed. Your own arousal drips on the floor, legs shaking and Seonghwa standing in front of you.

Seonghwa’s hum is like silk, deceptively smooth despite the rough grip he has on your jaw. His fingers dig into your skin, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to meet his dark, unreadable gaze. San stands behind you, arms crossed, tongue running over his teeth as he watches you with amusement.

You don’t even get the chance to respond before Seonghwa’s grip tightens, his other hand gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back. In an instant, you’re spun around, body pressed flush against his as he manhandles you toward the bed.

San is already sitting at the edge of it, legs spread, waiting.

Seonghwa forces you forward until you’re straddling San’s lap, his strong arms keeping you in place. You squirm instinctively, your knees digging into the mattress, but before you can adjust, San grabs your hips and yanks you down onto his cock.

There’s no warning. No easing in. Just one brutal, unforgiving thrust that stretches you open in an instant.

You cry out, body lurching forward, hands flying to grip San’s shoulders. He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, his nails sinking into your waist to hold you in place.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” San murmurs, his head tipping back as he exhales sharply. His grip tightens, keeping you from moving even an inch.

Seonghwa chuckles behind you, his presence overwhelming. “Of course she is. She’s been teasing all night, acting like she wouldn't know the consequences. But her little cunt says otherwise.”

You whimper, already lightheaded from the way San is seated so deep inside you. But before you can even adjust to the stretch, Seonghwa moves behind you, pressing your back to his chest. One of his hands snakes around your throat while the other grips your hip, holding you still as he presses the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance—the exact same one where San is already buried inside you.

“No—wait, I—”

Your words cut off into a choked sob as Seonghwa thrusts inside in one stuttering, brutal stroke. The stretch is almost unbearable, your walls struggling to accommodate both of them at once.

San curses beneath you, his hands gripping your ass to spread you wider, while Seonghwa groans into your ear, his teeth scraping along the shell of it.

“Look at that,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice laced with mock sympathy. “You can take us both so well, but you don’t even realize how much of a slut you are, do you?”

You can’t answer. Not when they’re both inside you, so deep, so thick, making you feel so impossibly full. You can’t even *breathe*.

And they don’t let you adjust.

Seonghwa’s grip on your throat tightens as he pulls back just enough to slam forward again, making you jolt. San follows immediately, thrusting up into you, their movements perfectly synchronized as they set a brutal, punishing pace.

There’s no teasing. No mercy. Just raw, relentless fucking.

Your body is caught between them, used, controlled, forced to take every ruthless thrust as they fuck into you with no intention of slowing down. Your nails dig into San’s shoulders, your head tilting back against Seonghwa’s shoulder, mouth falling open in a silent moan.

“That’s it,” San breathes, watching your ruined expression with half-lidded eyes. “Already so dumb for us, huh? Can’t even think, can you?”

Seonghwa hums in agreement, his free hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles just to toy with you. “She doesn’t need to think. She just needs to take it.”

You do. You take everything they give you, let them use you however they want. And the worst part? It feels so fucking good.

Your orgasm builds fast, your thighs trembling, body tightening as they drive you closer to the edge. Seonghwa feels it immediately—the way you clench around them, the way your breaths become short and desperate.

And just as you’re about to break—

They stop.

Seonghwa pulls out. San follows.

You sob at the loss, your walls spasming around nothing, your body trembling with frustration. Your hands claw at San’s arms, trying to ground yourself, trying to *understand*—

But they don’t give you a moment to recover.

Seonghwa grips your chin, turning your head so you’re forced to look at him. His lips are parted, his pupils blown, his cock glistening with your arousal. And yet, his expression is entirely composed, utterly controlled.

“That’s one,” he murmurs.

You let out a broken whimper, your head falling forward against San’s shoulder.

San chuckles, running his hands up your sides, his touch almost gentle despite the cruelty of his actions. “Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.”

You don’t get a second to prepare before Seonghwa pushes you down onto the mattress, pressing you flat as he lines himself up behind you again.

Then he’s inside you. Deep. Hard. Devastating.

San stands, stepping around the bed until he’s in front of you. His cock is still slick with your arousal, glistening under the dim lighting. He strokes himself lazily, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

"Open," he orders.

You hesitate for only a second before parting your lips. That second costs you—Seonghwa’s palm comes down on your ass, the sharp smack making you jolt.

San grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Did you forget how to listen, baby?" he taunts.

Before you can answer, he slides his cock past your lips, filling your mouth in one smooth motion. He doesn’t let you ease into it—his hips push forward until he’s deep in your throat, making you gag instantly.

Seonghwa takes advantage of the momentary distraction. His hands grip your hips, spreading you open before slamming into you from behind.

There’s no warning. No build-up. Just one devastating thrust that has your body lurching forward, San’s cock slipping even deeper down your throat.

You choke, your hands clawing at the sheets as your body struggles to handle both of them. But they don’t stop. They *don’t care*.

Seonghwa sets a brutal pace, fucking you into the mattress like he’s trying to break you. His nails dig into your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you, forcing you to take every punishing thrust.

San isn’t any kinder. His grip tightens in your hair, keeping your head still as he fucks your mouth with the same merciless rhythm. His cock drags against your tongue, hitting the back of your throat with every movement.

Tears sting your eyes, drool spills from the corners of your lips, but they only seem to enjoy the sight of you unraveling.

“Such a good little slut,” Seonghwa growls, voice breathless yet firm. “Letting us ruin you after acting like an innocent little thing at that party."

San groans, his thumb brushing over your cheek, feeling the way his cock bulges in your throat. "She’s *perfect* like this."

The pleasure is unbearable. The way they use you—force you to take them, to surrender completely—has you spiraling. Your body trembles, your walls clenching around Seonghwa, your throat tightening around San.

You're close. So close it’s humiliating. The heat in your stomach coils tighter, the pleasure building to a breaking point—

And then they pull away.

San slides his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, watching with amusement as you gasp for air, your lips red and swollen. Seonghwa drags himself out of your soaked cunt, his cock slick with your arousal, and delivers another sharp slap to your ass.

“That’s another one,” he breathes.

A strangled sob escapes your lips, your body still trembling from the denied release. Your cunt clenches around nothing, desperate, aching, ruined.

San runs his fingers over your swollen lips, tilting his head as he admires your wrecked expression. “We can keep this up all night, baby,” he coos. “You know that, right?”

Seonghwa grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. His expression is composed, utterly in control. “Sweetie.. you know what to do.”

Your pride is shattered, your desperation unbearable. But you don’t hesitate.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice wrecked. “Please let me cum. Please, I need it—I need you, I need to—”

San chuckles, running a thumb over your spit-slick lips. “Mhm. that’s much better."

Seonghwa smirks. "I guess she’s learned her lesson."

San hums in agreement. "Yeah. I think she deserves a reward now."

"Aww, she’s shaking," San murmurs, voice dripping with amusement.

You *are* shaking—your body writhing between them, overwhelmed and desperate. They’ve been teasing you for what feels like forever, pushing you to the edge only to pull away, leaving you ruined and empty.

But now?

Now, they’re finally giving you what you want.

Seonghwa's fingers press deep inside your dripping cunt, curling perfectly against your sweet spot. His other hand holds you down, keeping you spread open as he works you over with precision��slow, deliberate, *taunting.*

San, meanwhile, sits beside you, his gaze locked onto your wrecked expression. His fingers tug at your swollen, spit-slick lips before sliding down your body, reaching between your thighs to toy with your aching clit.

"Poor thing," San coos mockingly, his fingers circling your sensitive bud. "All worked up with nowhere to go."

Your back arches violently, your body instinctively chasing the pleasure, *begging* for release without words.

Seonghwa chuckles. "She’s *so* close," he muses, his voice smooth but firm. "I can feel her clenching around my fingers."

You let out a strangled moan, your body tensing, your climax teetering right on the edge.

And this time—this time, they don’t stop.

San leans down, his lips ghosting over yours as he presses just the right amount of pressure to your clit, rubbing tight, devastating circles that send you spiraling.

Seonghwa crooks his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot, his pace unrelenting. "Cum for us," he murmurs, voice low, commanding. "Now."

The moment his words hit you, the coil in your stomach *snaps.*

Pleasure crashes over you like a violent wave, your body convulsing, thighs trembling as your orgasm tears through you. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, your hands grasping at nothing, desperate to ground yourself.

But they don’t *let* you recover.

San grins wickedly, watching your face twist in pleasure. "That’s it," he murmurs.

And then Seonghwa pulls his fingers from your still-clenching pussy, slick and drenched, only to drag them up to your lips.

"Open," he orders.

You barely register the command, still reeling from your orgasm, but when you don’t respond quickly enough, San grips your jaw, forcing your lips apart.

Seonghwa slides his fingers past them, pressing down on your tongue. "Taste yourself," he whispers darkly.

Your body is still trembling when Seonghwa shifts behind you, his hands grabbing your thighs to spread you open again. San moves, kneeling between your legs, stroking himself as he watches you come down from your high.

But the moment you manage to catch your breath, Seonghwa’s lips ghost against your ear, his voice a promise.

"You begged so pretty for it,' Seonghwa

murmurs, his fingers ghosting along your

jaw as you tremble between them. "But did

you really think we'd stop just because we're finally letting you cum?"

San chuckles darkly, his thumbs pressing

into your waist as he aligns himself with

your entrance again. "Oh, baby," he sighs,

mockingly sweet. "You're so fucked."

You barely have a second to catch your

breath before they thrust into you at the same time.

Your body jolts forward, mouth parting in a

silent scream as they stretch you open all

over again. There's no slow buildup--no

mercy. Seonghwa drives his cock into your

drenched cunt from behind, his pace deep

and punishing, while San grips your hips

and thrusts into you from the front.

There's nowhere to run. No escape. You're

trapped between them, your body forced to take every relentless thrust as they fuck into you, raw and unyielding.

San presses his forehead against yours, his breath hot and uneven. His hands roam over your body, gripping your waist, your ribs--before sliding up to cup your breasts. His thumbs brush over your hardened nipples before he pinches them, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. You cry out at the sensation, your back arching.

"That's it," San groans, voice wrecked with

lust. "Let us hear you."

Seonghwa tightens his grip on your throat,

not hard enough to cut off your air, but

enough to remind you of his control. His

free hand moves to join San's, fingers

teasing and squeezing your breasts, while

his cock slams into you even deeper.

"You look so fucking good like this," he

mutters against your ear. "So cock-drunk,

so ruined--taking us like you were made for it.”

Your nails dig into San's shoulders, the

pleasure so overwhelming it's unbearable. And as if it isn't enough, San leans down,

his lips finding the curve of your throat.

He doesn't kiss you gently. No, he claims

you--his teeth sinking into your skin

sucking hard enough to leave dark bruises

in his wake.

"You're ours," he growls against your neck,

"You know that, don't you?"

You sob, your body shaking as he moves

lower, his tongue trailing down between

your breasts. His mouth finds one of your

nipples, wrapping around it as he sucks

harshly, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin.

Your entire body shudders, overstimulated

beyond belief. Seonghwa tightens his hold

on your throat, his grip grounding you, while his hips snap forward, hitting that spot inside you with every thrust.

"You're close again," he breathes, his lips

brushing against your ear. "I can feel it."

You can't deny it. You're so close, the

pleasure coiling impossibly tight in your

stomach, your body on the verge of

breaking

San releases your nipple with a sinful pop,

his lips moving back up to your throat. His

hands grip your hips, keeping you steady as he fucks into you even harder, his cock

slamming into you in perfect sync with Seonghwa.

Your body was theirs to control, to break apart and piece back together, and they knew it. You were caught between them, helpless, overpowered, your body shaking as pleasure warred with the overwhelming force of their touch.

San had one hand wrapped around your throat—not tight, just enough to remind you who was in control—while the other gripped your hip, forcing you to take everything he gave. His dark eyes bore into yours, drinking in every whimper, every twitch, every desperate attempt to hold yourself together. Behind you, Seonghwa was just as relentless, his grip bruising as he held you steady, his pace unyielding, punishing.

"You’ve taken your punishment so well," San rasped, his breath fanning against your lips. "I think you’ve had enough for tonight."

Seonghwa groaned behind you, his teeth scraping over the shell of your ear. "Mm, barely. But she’s been good." His fingers dug into your waist before he added, "Let’s give her what she needs."

And then they did.

San’s fingers found your most sensitive spot, ruthless and precise, stroking with an expertise that made your head spin. Seonghwa’s grip tightened, his lips curling against your ear as he whispered, "Come for us, baby. Now."

The command sent you spiraling, your body locking up before pleasure tore through you, raw and blinding. A cry ripped from your throat as you shattered between them, your body shaking, utterly wrecked.

They didn’t let you fall.

Seonghwa caught you first, his hands smoothing over your trembling frame, pressing you back against his warm chest. San was just as quick, brushing damp strands of hair from your face as he pulled you close, his touch now gentle, soothing. The shift was effortless—ruthless dominance melting into something tender, something worshipful.

San kissed your forehead, murmuring, "Did so well for us, sweetheart."

Seonghwa hummed his approval, his hands never stopping their slow, grounding strokes along your sides. "So perfect," he praised, voice softer now. "We’ve got you."

For a long moment, the only sound was your slowing breaths, their warmth pressing into you, keeping you anchored. And then, as expected, the teasing began.

San's fingers trailed lazily up your thigh, his lips curling into a smirk against your temple. "Who do you belong to, sweetheart?"

You barely had the energy to answer, but you knew better than to keep them waiting. "You…"

Seonghwa chuckled, his grip tightening slightly. "Who, baby?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but they heard it—felt it. "San… Hwa… Both of you."

San grinned, dropping a kiss to your lips. "That’s right. Good girl."

Seonghwa’s arms wrapped around you tighter, his voice low, possessive. "Ours."

Wrapped between them, sore in the best way, you let yourself sink into the safety of their embrace. Completely spent. Completely theirs.

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harryslittlefreakk · 8 months ago

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just between us

summary: when y/ns life starts to fall apart, her boss is there to pick up the pieces… behind his wife’s back. nanny reader x ceorry

warnings: cheating, smut (foreplay, soft dom, sex, daddy kink), angst

wordcount: 5.2k

a/n: the plot of this is so loose lol, please don’t read if you want a masterpiece 😭 it was a really fun one to write enjoy <3

*not proofread because i stayed up until 2.30am to write and post this*

thank you so much for reading 🤍 MASTERLIST

You curled your legs up to your chest, the evening breeze doing little to soothe the ache in your chest. The last of the day’s sunshine lingered in pale pinks and oranges amongst the clouds, blurring together as you stared out into the night.

The drink in your hand, a mix of something strong and sweet, was meant to numb the feeling, but it only seemed to deepen your sense of isolation. You raised the glass to your lips, letting your head roll back as the burn slid down your throat, your thoughts going a million miles an hour.

It had been sudden, unexpected. The words still echoed in your mind, as if they were stuck on repeat. How could something that once felt so sure, so safe, suddenly fall apart? You clenched the glass a little tighter, the cool condensation dampening your hand.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the sliding door open or the soft footsteps approaching. It wasn’t until you caught a familiar scent - a mix of woody cologne and something uniquely him - that you realised you weren’t alone.

You turned slightly, rushing to pull the blanket higher over your chest to cover your bikini top. Harry was standing there, hands in his pockets, watching you with the same furrowed brow wore when he knew something was wrong.

“Sorry, Harry. I didn’t think anyone would be home tonight,” you whispered, placing your drink down on the table. The whole family was meant to be away for the week, a trip that not only gave you some time off, but something that was now timed quite well since you had the week to mend your broken heart.

“I had to come back early for a meeting, Anna was meant to call. Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

You shook your head, a forced smile playing on your lips. “No, of course not.”

Harry sat down beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, but not so close that it felt intrusive. He didn’t say anything at first, just sat there in silence, staring out at the fading light. There was something comforting in his presence, in the way he didn’t rush you to talk or try to fill the silence with empty words.

After a moment, he glanced over at your drink and then back at your face. “Rough day?”

Your lips curled into a bitter smirk, your fingers pushing through your hair. “You could say that.”

He nodded, as if he understood exactly what you meant, and maybe he did. Harry had always been good at reading between the lines, at knowing when someone was hurting even when they didn’t want to show it.

You looked over at him, his slacks perfectly creased down the centre, his shirt buttons loosened. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, with his chiseled body and messy brown curls. But he was your boss. You were his son’s nanny, and you’d built a close relationship with his wife. You never allowed yourself to see him that way.

But when he showed so much love and care for you, it became borderline impossible not to blur the lines.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he offered, pulling you out of your thoughts. “But if you do, I’m here.”

He scooted closer, leaning his elbows on his knees as if he was incredibly interested in what you had to say. Harry always had a way of making you feel seen, recognising your needs faster than you recognised them in yourself. As a boss and a friend, he was a whole lot more than you bargained for.

Under his gaze, the weight of the day suddenly felt too heavy to carry alone. “Sam broke up with me,” you muttered, not wanting to admit it.

Sam had been the final piece of the puzzle, the last thing that needed to slot into place for your life to be full and worthwhile. The day that he’d proposed to you was the single most important day of your life. He was your everything. Until he’d phoned you earlier that day to tell you that he wasn’t sure that he loved you, and he wasn’t sure he ever would.

Harry didn’t react immediately. He just nodded again, taking in your words. “I’m sorry,” he said after a moment, his voice sincere.

You shrugged, though the motion felt hollow. “It’s probably for the best,” you whispered, though the pain in your chest told you that you didn’t fully believe that yet.

You finished the rest of your drink, the burn of the alcohol replacing the sting of heartbreak and failure. Your eyes closed, the reality starting to wash over you.

Harry reached out, placing his hand gently over yours on the table. The warmth of his touch was grounding, pulling you out of your thoughts. “You don’t have to be strong,” he said quietly.

That simple reassurance, the permission to not have it all together, was enough to crack the fragile composure you’d been clinging to. You laced your fingers through his as if you needed the stability, your eyes filling with tears before you could stop yourself. Harry didn’t say anything, just held your hand and let you cry, something steady and comforting in his presence.

When the tears finally slowed, you wiped her eyes with the blanket, feeling a little embarrassed but also lighter, as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. “Sorry,” you murmured, your voice still thick with emotion.

Harry squeezed your hand gently. “You don’t have to be sorry,” he replied.

You sat there for a while longer, the silence between you both now filled with some sort of understanding. The sky had darkened, the first stars beginning to twinkle above your heads. You took the last sip of your drink, this time letting the sweetness linger on your tongue, and for the first time that evening, you felt a small spark of hope flicker inside you.

“Another one?” Harry asked, nudging his head towards your empty glass.

You nodded, easing yourself out of the chair on unsteady legs. Whiskey on an empty stomach had your head spinning, but you weren’t sure that was the only reason. You were evil. Despicable, even. Turning your heartbreak into lust for a man that had showed you nothing but kindness, allowed you into his life as more than an employee, a man who’s family was special to you.

But his hand on your knee, the way he brushed away your tears with that gentle touch. You couldn’t think straight, let alone walk straight as you tiptoed into the kitchen.

You opened the whiskey with a pop as Harry’s body came up behind you. His abs rock hard against your skin, his bulge pressing into the small of your back. His arm came beside you, placing your glass on the marble countertop.

“Forgot your glass,” he murmured, making no attempt to step away. You turned against him, his jaw tight as he stared down at you.

You were frozen, doe-eyed and open mouthed as you looked up at him, the dark concern on his face morphed into something more.

“You need to learn how you’re supposed to be treated,” Harry drawled, his forearm slipping behind you and lifting you onto the countertop in one swift motion.

His knee nudged between your legs, opening them up for his body to fit inside. Your head fell back against the cupboard door as he bucked his hips into your core, the fabric between you both just thin enough for you to feel almost everything.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Harry whispered, his thumb dragging over your bottom lip. “Like you’ve wanted this all along.”

The whimper you let out was almost pitiful, a sure sign to Harry that you were losing the battle with your morality. When you wrapped your calf around his waist, tugging him closer to you, he just about lost it.

“Your wi-”, you started, your voice barely a whisper, like you didn’t actually want Harry to hear you. You didn’t want him to think about her, to come back to his senses and realise what he was about to do. But he didn’t even let you finish.

He tugged at the straps of your bikini top, the sudden chill as he exposed you enough to make you fall into silence.

“Doesn’t need to know anything,” Harry finished for you. “If this is want you want.”

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand to cover the curve of your breast. “It is, Harry.”

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes still fixed on yours. “Do you need to feel better, princess?”

“Please,” you panted, slipping a finger through his belt buckle, desperate for some relief from the pleasure that was already building up inside you.

“Please what?” Harry whispered, leaning down to press his lips to your nipple, the soft bud immediately warmed by his mouth.

“Please Daddy,” you corrected, the last syllable turning into a long, deep whine when he finally gave you what you wanted.

He pulled your legs tight around his waist, your arms snapping over his shoulders as he lifted you from the counter and carried you upstairs to your bedroom.

Your core was rubbing against the fabric of his shirt with every step, your panties becoming more and more uncomfortable the closer you got to your room.

Harry eased you down to your feet when he reached your bedroom door, your core sliding over his erection.

He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth at the contact, his hands fumbling with the door handle. You pushed it open, letting him guide you to the edge of the bed where Harry nudged you to sit.

He sank to his knees in front of you, his hands immediately finding your knees, tracing circles and patterns up your thighs, a trail of goosebumps left in their wake. You leaned back on your hands, panting even before he made an attempt to give you any real pleasure.

His thumb dragged over the wet spot on your bikini bottoms, pressing the fabric against your entrance. The contact made you writhe, your clit aching for more.

When he slipped two fingers under the fabric and pushed them into you, you were completely at his mercy, whining loudly as he immediately found your sweet spot.

You looked down at him through clouded eyes, and that recognised that same, torn look you’d seen flash across his face before. But now you recognised it as a hunger, borderline desperation to have you in a way that would destroy everything he’d worked for.

But you didn’t have time to question it, to fall apart over the way his gaze trailed over your body, the sparkle against the deep green of his irises, because suddenly he was everywhere, his lips warm and insistent against your skin, his free hand groping and roaming anywhere he could reach, his fingers fucking in and out of you with pure determination.

You were his, all his, as Harry leaned down to lick a circle around your clit, before pulling his fingers from you and kissing and licking at you with persistence. His mouth was fast and firm against your core, his moans vibrating around you as he let your juices pool on his tongue.

His nose was nudging against your clit, his hands cupping the curve of your ass to open you up for him. The pleasure had built to a deep ache, spilling out of you in the form of whines and moans, but Harry was unrelenting in his pursuit of your high. He kept licking and sucking, grabbing and groping until you came apart on his tongue, your body going rigid under the strain of such an intense orgasm.

“You need to learn how you’re supposed to be treated, kitten,” Harry murmured, his voice muffled as he kissed over your mound, his lips warm and wet.

You pulled yourself to sit up straight, reaching for his belt buckle with desperation. “Show me, daddy,” you whined, pouting as he pushed your hands away and got to work undressing himself.

He nodded his head towards your pillows, a silent command for you to get yourself ready for him as he pushed his slacks down.

You could see the outline of his erection through his boxers, the material stretched tight over the monster he’d been hiding. You’d expected him to be big, but you weren’t even sure that he would fit inside of you.

You kept your eyes locked on his body as you scooted back, your mouth hanging slightly open. You’d seen him like this before, in his shorts in the pool or topless as he barbecued, but knowing he was undressing for you, to fuck you into complete and utter bliss, you were spiralling.

You wanted him to fuck you everywhere, in every way. Bent over the kitchen counter, in the pool, his cock hitting the back of your throat until you were begging for relief, his mouth and hands touching you until they became one with your flesh.

At some point during your daydream, Harry had fully undressed, his cock dangerously hard as he knelt between your legs.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he drawled, swiping a finger through your slick before bringing it to your lips, his free hand stroking at his length.

You opened your mouth a little wider to let him in, your lips immediately wrapping around his knuckle as your tongue swirled around his fingertip, your nectar sweet on your tastebuds.

The movement elicited a low groan from Harry, his hips bucking into his hand, and without any warning, he was pushing into you with a sharp ache in your walls, his hands planted either side of your head.

Your arms immediately snapped to his shoulders, steadying yourself against him with a gasp, your pussy throbbing as his cock stretched you.

“More, Harry, please,” you whimpered, wrapping your calf around his hips, tugging him impossibly closer to you.

He brushed a stray hair from your face, pulling out of you slightly before easing his way back in, your walls rippling around his tip.

“Say my name again,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

You opened your mouth as he slammed back into you, his skin slapping against yours as his name left your mouth in a strangled cry.

His hand came around your throat, squeezing just enough to give you that rush of excitement and risk, the pain melding with your pleasure. He was pulling out faster, fucking into you with relentless determination, setting a pace that you had no hope of following. You were putty in his hands, submissive and yielding as he thrust into you.

Your walls were getting tighter, clamping around the strain of his girth as the beginnings of an orgasm started rolling through your core. “I can feel you struggling, princess,” Harry warned, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. He could see in your eyes how much you liked it, how you wanted to lay there and take whatever he gave you. You knocked your hips into his, unable to speak through whimpers and whines, starting to lose control as the tingles spread through your centre, your inner muscles pulsing around his cock.

“Cum for me, milk me like the little cum slut you are,” Harry groaned, leaning down to pull your nipple into his mouth, his tongue warm and desperate as it rolled over the bud.

His cock hitting every inch of you, nudging your g-spot and every other part of your core, your nipple hard between his lips, his hand wrapped around your neck, his body dwarfing you - it was too much to handle, too much to cope with even without his filthy words. You were cumming before you could even think twice, the pleasure rolling over you in waves, reaching every part of your body. Your fingers curled into his hair, fingertips pressing into his scalp, collecting his curls in their grasp. Your legs were tight and rigid against his skin, your back arching off of the mattress. You were crying out his name, every inch of you throbbing as your vision blurred into stars and static.

But Harry was still fucking into you, still licking and sucking at your breast, still restricting your air with that big, strong hand, until you felt his cock jerking, twitching against your walls and the ribbons of hot cum painting you, marking you as his. He didn’t slow down until he was empty, everything he had to give dripping from you as he pulled out slowly, until he finally collapsed beside you.

You lay in silence for a while, chests heaving as you panted in sync, before Harry sat up to collect his clothes. It felt dirty, wretched, having him fuck you like that in a room that shared a wall with his sons, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything other than pure bliss.

Even as he picked up his clothes and left the room without saying another word to you, you were on another planet, totally lost in the comedown of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had.

—

You woke the next morning with a sinking feeling in your stomach, the memory of the previous evening replaying over and over and over. You stared at the ceiling, the weight of what had happened settling in. Harry had kissed her, and she had kissed him back—without hesitation, without thinking about anything else but the moment. Your sheets still smelled like him, your body still aching from the way he’d fucked you.

But the reality hit like a wave, devastation washing over you. Harry was married. You were single, heartbroken, and you’d come close to getting yourself fired and kicked out of your home on top of that. You sat up, pressing your hands to your temples, trying to push away the guilt that had crept in overnight.

You forced yourself out of bed, moving through your morning routine on autopilot. The house was quiet, too quiet, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. You had no idea if Harry was still around or if he’d left early, but you knew you weren’t ready to face him yet. At least no one else would be home, leaving you the chance to figure things out in your own time.

You padded downstairs, the kitchen feeling too bright, too normal for the reality you’d found yourself in. Every sound seemed magnified - the clink of your mug against the counter, the hum of the fridge - while your thoughts raced, a tangle of emotions you couldn’t quite sort out.

Was the night before a way for Harry to cheer you up - just a mistake, a lapse in judgment? Or was it something more, something neither of them could admit out loud? You shook your head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they clung like the humidity in the air.

You were pouring a cup of coffee when the sound of keys in the front door made your stomach drop. You froze, your heart hammering violently against your ribs. Turning slowly, you found Harry standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. He hesitated, and for a moment, neither of you spoke, eyes locked on each other.

“Morning,” he finally said, his voice softer than usual.

“Hi, Harry,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut through.

Harry stepped further into the kitchen, rubbing a hand along his jaw. “About last night…” he began, trailing off as if he wasn’t sure how to continue.

You felt your chest tighten. You wanted to say something, to ease the awkwardness between you both, but the words caught in the back of your throat. Instead, you just nodded, fingers gripping the edge of the very counter where this had all started.

“It was-”, Harry paused, running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. I shouldn’t have…” His voice faltered, guilt flickering across his features.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “Harry, you’re married,” you said quietly, the truth of it hanging in the air between them.

“I know,” he replied, his tone heavy with regret. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You nodded again, feeling like you needed to be anywhere but there. The awkwardness between you felt like a chasm now, one they couldn’t easily bridge. “It’s not just on you,” you admitted. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Harry edged a little closer, only his footsteps and the hum of the coffee machine cutting through the silence. You could tell that the weight of what had happened was pressing down on him. At the realisation, you felt a pang of sadness, a dull ache in her chest that told you things would never be the same between you both. They couldn’t be.

“I think it’s best if we just-” Harry started, then stopped, struggling to find the right words. “If we can try to move past it. Go back to how things were before. But I understand if you’d rather find something else. I have contacts, I can-”

“No, Harry,” you interrupted. “I’d prefer to stay here if I can. If that’s okay.”

You knew he was right, but the idea of pretending nothing had happened felt impossible. Still, your job was important to you, and you didn’t actually have to spend that much time with Harry.

He offered a weak smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “We’ll be okay,” he said, more as a reassurance to himself than to you.

But as he left the kitchen, you weren’t so sure. Last night had changed something between you both, something that couldn’t be undone. And as much as you both wanted to pretend otherwise, you both had agreed to continue as you always had, the truth of it would always be there, lingering in the space between you.

—

You were curled up on the sofa, a soft blanket draped over her legs as you half-watched the movie playing on the TV. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering screen and a nearby lamp. You’d picked a rom-com, hoping it would distract you from the turmoil swirling in your mind.

The whole day had been weird, with Harry working from home but spending significantly more time locked in his office than he usually did. You’d wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to avoid you, but you didn’t even know if he was. Any time you’d crossed paths had lead to strained silences and forced politeness, the easy rapport you once shared miles away.

You sighed, trying to focus on the movie, but the memory of your night together kept intruding. He’d shown you more care and respect than Sam ever had, his hands and that mouth trailing over every part of your body, worshipping you as if you’d been crafted by the Gods.

You pulled your knees closer to your chest, half wishing you could just disappear as Harry appeared in the doorway. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

“Hi,” you smiled, your heart quickening. You shifted slightly on the sofa, trying to make room, though you weren’t sure if you were ready for another encounter.

“Can I?” Harry asked, gesturing to the spot next to you.

You hesitated, but only for a second, before nodding and patting the sofa to your right.

Harry sat down, leaving a careful distance between them. You both turned your attention to the screen, though the tension in the room was palpable. You could feel the awkwardness settling in, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the fact that Harry was inches away from you for the first time that day, and you’d just been fully engrossed in a mental re-enactment of the night before.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, you couldn’t take it anymore. You turned to him, your voice low. “This is weird, isn’t it?”

Harry let out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it is. I’ve been trying to figure out how to make it less weird, but I’m not sure how.”

You nodded, your eyes drifting over his face.

“I value our working relationship, y/n, the things you do for our family,” Harry told you, reaching out to pause the movie.

You appreciated his honesty, but the reality of the situation still weighed heavily on you. “I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen, Harry. You’re my boss, and your family-” you sighed. “It’s just complicated things.”

“I crossed a line, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop being sorry for that. But I don’t regret anything,” Harry confessed, something conflicted in his eyes.

You swallowed hard, your words caught in your throat. You couldn’t reply, couldn’t tell him that you didn’t regret it either.

Harry turned back to the movie after a moment, the tension between you both easing up. It wasn’t gone, but the room suddenly felt warmer. He leaned back into the sofa, and after a moment’s hesitation, you did the same.

He shifted slightly closer, closing some of the distance between you. You noticed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. You let herself relax, resting her head against the back of the sofa as you watched the movie together, side by side. There was an undercurrent between them that neither could ignore, reminiscent of some kind of world where he wasn’t your boss, wasn’t happily married, and could be yours.

You’d felt it even before, every time you were alone in the same room, a tension that simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to spill over. You could see it in the way Harry looked at you sometimes, his gaze lingering just a bit too long, his voice dropping a little softer whenever he spoke your name. It was there in the moments when your hands would accidentally brush, sending a jolt of electricity through you that you struggled to hide.

You were lost in your thoughts when Harry’s arm brushed against yours. You could feel the heat of him, the familiar scent of his cologne wrapping around you, clouding your mind.

Your breath caught in your throat, and when you glanced over, you found Harry looking at you, his face closer than you’d expected. His eyes were intense, searching yours for something you weren’t sure you could give. The moment stretched, the silence between you both heavy with unspoken words.

“Y/n,” he said softly, his voice rough around the edges, as if he were struggling to hold something back.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “We said-”

“I know,” he interrupted, his brow furrowed, voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was anything but hesitant. This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if you were both trying to make up for the time lost denying what you wanted.

You melted into him, any resolve crumbling under the weight of your own desire. You’d told yourself it couldn’t happen again - wouldn’t happen again - that it was too complicated, too messy, but now, with Harry’s hand cupping your face, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that left her breathless, all those reasons seemed to vanish.

He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss as if he couldn’t get enough, and you responded in kind, your fingers tangling in his curls as you gave in to everything you had been trying to push away. It was reckless, dangerous even, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was how right it felt, how much you had needed it, and needed him.

When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing hard, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. Harry’s hands were still on you, his touch lingering, as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go.

“I’m sorry,” Harry murmured, his voice small. “I know we said we wouldn’t. I don’t know why I-”

“None of this is fair on anyone, Harry,” you whispered, your hand dropping to his shoulder. Your gaze fell to the wall behind you, covered in beautiful family photos. His wedding, nights out, his arms cradling a newborn baby. The reality of the situation loomed over you, a stark reminder that this wasn’t just about what they wanted. “We can’t keep acting like we’re the victims here.”

“I know,” he said, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. “But it doesn’t feel like a mistake.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of his words sink in. You were both standing on the edge of something that could change everything, and once you crossed that line again, there would be no going back.

When you opened your eyes, you found Harry looking at you, his expression a mix of hope and nervousness. It was a look that mirrored your own conflicted feelings, torn between what was right and what you wanted.

“It doesn’t,” you admitted, hating even hearing the words coming out of your mouth. “But where does that leave us?”

Harry was silent for a moment, his gaze steady as he pulled you closer to him. “I don’t know,” he finally said, his voice barely a whisper. “That’s something we have to figure out.”

The room was still and silent, the gravity of everything you had done settling in. But despite the uncertainty, a small sense of relief bubbled below the surface. You’d crossed a line, yes, but you had done it together. And you were happy to kid yourself that you’d find a way forward, even if it wasn’t clear yet what that path would look like.

For now, you let yourself be held by Harry, allowing yourself to savour the feeling of his strong arms around you, the warmth of his breath against your skin, and the undeniable truth that something about him felt right.

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blairxbear · 9 months ago

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Stranger Things Preferences

Their Pet Name for you.

(Featuring: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Jim Hopper, Alexei, Murray Bauman, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Henry/001)

Warnings: Mentions of sex. This blog is 18+ Minors do not interact.

A/N: My first preference! There will be quite a few of these across quite a few fandoms so if you'd like to be tagged in future preferences or future stranger things posts please let me know in the comments! :) Also any Russian is taken straight from google translate so pre-apologies if I have butchered it! Enjoy!

Steve Harrington

Steve keeps his pet names quite generic, baby, babe, sweetheart. It's not so much the names he uses but how he says them. Most of the time he's most comfortable using the shortened version of your name or nickname he has for you, but the amount of affection he would put into it would make you melt. If he's being especially flirtatious you'd even occasionally get doll. He doesn't miss the effect it has on you when he calls you that.

Eddie Munson

Eddie is as theatrical with his pet names as he is with anything else in life. He loves to call you princess, especially during Hellfire meetings when he can incorporate you into his campaign. I think Eddie would switch between a few pet names to try to keep it interesting, baby, sunshine, sweetheart. It doesn't matter what he calls you it never fails to give you butterflies. Let's not pretend that if you two are hanging out in his trailer while you joke around and play air guitar together that he doesn't call you his little Rockstar.

Billy Hargrove

Billy's pet names for you depend on two things; his mood, and who you are around. In public you're only getting the less heartfelt pet names, he refers to you as his girl a lot in front of other people. Not only does he love the small smile it brings to your face but it also feeds into his possessive side, knowing that everyone knows you are his. When you two are alone and have been together for a while, Billy finally shoes a softer side of himself. He will compliment you a lot and attach all sort of pet names to those compliments, baby, sugar, sweet thing, still loving to resort to calling you his girl. You're mad at him and he's trying to make it up to you? Get ready for him to bargain his way back into your arms, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers in your ear, "Come on sweetheart, you know you can't stay mad at me."

Jonathan Byers

This soft, shy, adorable baby will probably be hesitant to use pet names for a long time. I honestly doubt you would hear them until you two begin to get intimate and he's too lost in the moment to think about what he's saying. He's pussy drunk and rambling into your neck, pet names would all be soft and sweet while he's chasing his high, beautiful and sweetheart would be at the top of his list. Getting high in his room? This sweet man would be telling you how you're his sunshine, rambling on in his delirium about how you light up his life.

Dmitri Antonov

While this man's English is very good, he still prefers to use pet names in Russian. There's something about the way he looks at you with his intense gaze as he slips back into his native tongue that just turns you into an absolute puddle. His favourites include котенок (kitten) and моя любовь (my love). The thought of this man holding you while you curl up in bed for the night, arms wrapped around you while he whispers endearing words in Russian into your ear is enough to bring butterflies to your stomach.

Jim Hopper

Let's not pretend like for a goooooooood while this man affectionately refers to you as kid even if you are barely a few years younger than him. He's a tough shell of a man that will refuse to open up or show his feelings for a long time, but when he does you realise its worth the wait. He doesn't throw around pet names and words of endearment a lot as he prefers to save them for moments when he feels it's right. When it's just the two of you and you're sharing a soft moment, sometimes referring to you as darling in his softer moments. Occasionally you might even get a cheeky baby.

Alexei

Another Russian baby, this adorable man will always call you pet names in Russian, it doesn't matter how much his English has improved. It just means more to him coming from his native tongue. His regular go to include голубь (Dove) and милый (Darling). Although, Murray taught him how Americans us Pumpkin as a term of endearment as a way to screw with you both and now it's one of Alexei's favourite things to call you. Jokes on Murray because seeing Alexei's face light up as he reaches for you and calls you pumpkin is enough to fall even more in love with him.

Murray Bauman

I feel like Murray cannot find it in himself to call you soft names to start off with. He's still confused by the fact that you even want to be with him, he's not going to possibly embarrass himself further using some pet names that might cross some invisible line he's set up for himself. He refers to as lady a lot, or another unique name that fits your looks of personality. Once this man is comfortable and more secure in your relationship I think the names would still stay light and not too sensitive. You would definitely get honey a lot, I don't think Murray would be able to resist yelling through the house when he gets home, "Honey, I'm home!"

Robin Buckley

Robin would also keep her pet names generic just like her bestie Steve, but less out of originality and more just to play it safe. Robin would have some insecurities going into a relationship after all the careful steps she took just to get to where you two are now. She is hesitant at first to say the wrong thing so she sticks to a lot of sweetheart and babe. One day you were spending time together and she slipped up and called you buttercup. She panicked for a second worrying what you would think of the nickname, but seeing your smile wiped all of those worries away and it became one of her favourite pet names so far.

Argyle

Okay so we all know this cutie is not going to call you any conventional pet names unless he's sober which is not very often. You're going to get a lot of my dude and bro but he does really mean it affectionately with you. Other than that you're definitely going to get a lot of made up names that mean absolutely nothing but to him they mean a lot; wicked lady, cream puff, anything. He would totally refer to you as "my queen" when he lets you into the van which he refers to as your chariot. Your favourite pet name would be the time he said, "My pretty girl is gonna get all the pizza she wants" he couldn't understand your reaction as you couldn't think of what to say next after hearing Argyle call you his pretty girl.

Henry/001

I whole heartedly believe this man would refer to you as pet. He does mean it endearingly but he also can't resist how you scrunch your nose up at hearing the teasing term. He also uses a lot of "My little..." whether it be bird, bunny, dove. He constantly feels the need to protect you and he shows that in his terms of endearment by referring to you as small and innocent. I know this man would call you his good girl, and you will have to pry that thought out of my cold dead hands.

A/N: Hope you guys like this! Reminder that if you want to be tagged in future Stranger things posts or other preferences to let me know in the comments and ill create a tags list :)

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saerins · 2 years ago

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𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

+ nagi seishiro x f!reader | wc 2.4k | content: fluff, high school setting!, some cursing

notes: this was something requested by an anon !! i realised this prompt was also done in my other fic whole except nagi was the second lead :’) also pleaseeeee excuse me if this is ass because i haven’t written in a long time T_T but i’m working on getting back properly !! <3

summary: he didn’t ask you out because he wanted to, yet nagi gets more than he bargained for in the end.

“so, um, nagi, why’d you ask me out all of a sudden?”

it’s kind of an awkward situation to be in, you think, as you look around the arcade, shuffling your feet beside where nagi’s seated, trying to win some tickets from what you can only assume to be a music machine.

when he’d asked you out on a date yesterday, you didn’t think he’d take you to an arcade, of all places. (then again, nagi asking anyone out is sort of unbelievable, honestly.) if you knew sooner (or if nagi had bothered to tell you), you wouldn’t have worn such a nice dress for today.

besides, you’re not even sure why you’d agreed. call your state half-flustered or whatever, because you heard that nagi seishiro of all people does not bother with human relationships much. you’ve only ever seen him interact with mikage reo anyway—and you’d just chalked it up to him wanting it that way. nagi had never shown interest in girls or romance or that kind of shit, so cue your surprise when he asked you out yesterday, when he saw you at the bus stop.

“hey, wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

you blinked at him, utterly surprised because that was the first time that nagi had ever spoken to you.

“um, where to?” (you were still malfunctioning over the fact that he was asking you out on a date.)

nagi scratched the back of his head, and you could faintly make out reo a few ways behind him, watching on.

“hmm, not sure, i’ll text you tomorrow morning?” he suggested, pulling out his phone. “what’s your number?”

okay sure, you could’ve asked for more details, but it was hard getting nagi to respond to you at all. you’re pretty sure he was gaming, that’s why.

“oh, ‘cause reo asked me to.”

that… was not the answer you were expecting. “reo asked you to?”

nagi has a bad habit of not elaborating. you don’t really like that, because you don’t like asking questions, but you can’t help yourself now. this is too bizarre for you to let go.

“yeah, something about how he’s sick of me playing games all day long, told me to go get a date, then he’d return me my switch,” nagi mumbles, and you can’t help but think that reo’s plan may have backfired, considering how he’s on a date and still playing games.

while nagi’s grey eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, you find yourself drawn to the way he’s sucking in his cheek as he concentrates, the way his bangs fall over his eyes and how his fingers can respond so quickly to the lines on the screen.

“you’re pretty good at this,” you tell him, getting lost in how well he’s playing. the points on the screen gets so high he’s almost nearing the high score.

for a moment, nagi’s distracted by how close you are to him; your hair smells like citrus and it’s really smooth. it’s also the only time anyone other than reo has been this close and you’re not anyone so he doesn’t really see why you’re able to steal his focus from the game.

someone like you shouldn’t make him notice things that aren’t about games or himself.

but you do—and he misses the first note since the start of the game, though he recovers fairly easily.

he doesn’t know much about you, only that you’re in his class and you’re very pretty (now that he’s actually looking at you). you have a really cute laugh too, he realises, right when he wins the game and probably what’s a thousand tickets, with you rejoicing happily beside him.

“oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this,” you’re jumping and giggly and nothing like how quiet you are in school and why does he feel a little giddy knowing that he’s getting to see this firsthand? this doesn’t make sense. “okay, move aside, teach me, i wanna do it too.”

nagi obliges. it’s a pain having to teach someone else compared to doing it himself, he gets to know, as you miss probably half the notes on screen even when he tries to tell you how to do it. hell, he’s not really a good teacher.

you win about 300 tickets.

“not bad for a rookie,” nagi comments as you grab your own pile and stack it in your shared basket. the neon red and blue flashes pretty against your skin. it makes you even prettier, he feels.

you raise a brow. “nagi seishiro, wanna play a bet?”

no, not really. but somehow, he can’t quite turn down a game when it’s from you.

“what’re you betting?”

you hold out the basket in front of you. “i’m gonna find a game where i can beat you.” your chest is puffed out, like you’re determined, like you really believe you can. “if i lose, you can decide my punishment.”

nagi blinks at you. you’re… weird. you make his heart beat faster than usual. it’s a little concerning. “and if you win?”

grinning, you wink at him, “let’s leave that to later.”

whatever possessed him to spend the entire day following you around the arcade and watching you fail, he doesn’t know. you’re pretty bad at everything compared to him, but it’s not really fair—he’s probably spent ten times as much of his days in the arcade than you.

have you ever even set foot in here before?

nagi observes as you try desperately to beat him in ddr. you fail, naturally. your feet coordination really isn’t that good, but it’s pretty cute how hard you’re trying. you’re still pretty even at the end of it, even when you’re sweating and some of your hair is matted against your skin. he keeps that to himself though.

throughout the entire day, nagi finds himself entertained by your persistent insistence to beat him at something. it’s funny how you’re awful at the arcade games. it’s also funny how you’re honestly trying. it’s really no use but here you are, sweating once again from shooting hoops.

your 64 versus nagi’s 154.

“wow, you’re really bad at all these games,” nagi murmurs when he sees your score. “wanna go somewhere else?”

you’re quick to open your mouth but it takes you just as quick to shut it, probably knowing you’ll never beat him. at least, not today. “fine, you win,” you say through gritted teeth. you’re a little prideful; nagi’s learning a lot about you. “what do you want?”

nagi seems to have forgotten your earlier bet. he just shrugs and tells you to choose what you want at the exchange counter.

“you don’t want anything?”

nagi looks at the prizes with such disinterest it makes you wonder what can interest a guy like him. he shakes his head, “i can get anything i want anytime anyway.”

(the underlying insinuation that coming to the arcade with him is your only chance to win prizes flies right over your head.)

but when nagi looks at your slightly disappointed face, he tries to backtrack. “i’ll let you know when i think of something i want since i won,” he says, looking away from you. “but you choose one of the prizes today.”

turns out it’s so easy to please you. just like that and that smile is back on your face.

you choose a big goddamn pink teddy bear by the way. nagi sighs as he leaves the arcade with you. it’s probably a character nagi doesn’t know. he’s judging you, but then you hug it and smile at him and he forgets what he’s thinking about.

“i know this was only because reo asked you to, but…” you mumble after you and nagi both finished eating dinner, sitting across from each other at the ramen shop. “it was fun.”

nagi’s not sure what this is. just a customary thing where you’re showing appreciation for the time you two spent together today? you’re looking away from him though, he’s pretty sure normal customs don’t dictate that. he’s pretty sure you’re supposed to look at him when you say that.

“why’re you looking away?”

you look at him in blank shock (an expression that he doesn’t know how to process—what’s so weird about asking you that?) before you smile helplessly. “you’re very weird, nagi seishiro.”

“what do you mean?” nagi’s clueless, in that nagi seishiro way only he can be.

a few seconds of silence pass when you try to make up your mind. it’s unnerving how big and wide his eyes are, especially when they’re focused only on you and nothing else. in the end, you manage with a shake of your head.

“it’s nothing,” you decide. telling him of your possible crush on him would not do any good, you guess.

something bugs nagi; he can’t understand what it is. he just knows something feels off but it’s not like he’s ever felt this particular kind of irk—he doesn’t know what to do.

when the time comes to leave the restaurant, nagi finds himself walking the opposite way to his home because you started walking first.

somehow, his feet follows you.

it’s stupid—walking this far away from the direction of his home is troublesome. it’ll be a hassle to get home when his bus is on the other side of the long gone restaurant. why is he walking you to the train station again when he’ll just see you next week anyway? you’re in the same class.

“oh, are you gonna take the train too?”

nagi blinks at you, drawing a blank at your question. he must’ve completely zoned out. did the both of you get here in complete silence?

“no,” he answers honestly. he doesn’t elaborate. as usual.

by now, that doesn’t surprise you. instead you just nod your head, a hesitance borne in the shuffling of your feet. “well,” you drawl out, dragging the syllable, somehow hoping this wasn’t the end of the night but it is. “this was a nice one-time date,” you settle for, smiling. you’re about to just say goodbye, but you bite on your bottom lip, contemplating, before you slip his phone out of his hand and slide the screen to the side, taking a picture of the both of you together, nagi looking at the screen in surprise and you winking beside him.

when you hand it back to him, you bite your inner mouth, trying not to grin. “in case reo asks for evidence,” you offer as an excuse. you totally didn’t want to take a picture with nagi. “he better give you your game back!”

nagi gets this fleeting feeling that he doesn’t know how to explain when he sees you smiling at him. like how you remind him of the color gray. not because it’s bland but because it’s his favourite color. you remind him of spring and the cool breeze and how refreshing it feels.

“it was a nice one-time date, nagi seishiro,” you chuckle before you turn around, ready to head into the station and probably never spend such time with nagi again. you’ll probably get over the sadness of what could’ve been pretty quickly. you think.

but just before you can enter, you hear the firm steadiness in nagi’s voice. “no.”

you whip your head around, not quite sure you heard him right. “no?” you narrow your stare a little, moving out of other people’s way as they push past you into the station. “as in, you didn’t like it?”

you hope he doesn’t mean it like that.

nagi looks away, earnestly processing it. it came blurting out of him, he didn’t even know what he said until he said it. “i won the bet and what i want is… this. again. with you.”

the implications of his words slowly sink in and it has you feeling giddy. nagi, the guy who barely cares about anything nor makes the time for anyone—is he actually telling you this? is he really saying he’d take you out more?

meanwhile, nagi’s feet stay firmly planted where he is, wondering why you make him feel like this, why you make him feel like he can’t get enough. you’re just… you. before today, he could honestly say you were insignificant. but just the way you are; how you speak, your smile, your laugh and your resilience—nagi likes it, finds comfort in it, somehow.

“then,” you say as you enter the station, face giddy with the excitement of something new blossoming. “i’ll wait for more dates with you, sei.”

the way you call him that makes his heart skip a beat and he’s left blankly staring at your figure as you retreat into the station, stealing his heart with you.

“fine, fine,” reo sighs. it’s two days later on a monday and reo grudgingly gives nagi back his switch. “so, what’d you two do anyway?” he asks, shifting his gaze between nagi and you, though you’re at the other end of the classroom, talking excitedly to your friends.

nagi’s attention quickly transfers to his switch, already opening up a game to play. “nothing much,” is all he offers, and reo’s beginning to think maybe it was more of a punishment for you than a date.

reo sighs again, ready to lecture nagi for being the worst date ever when he pulls up his phone to look at the time. but he accidentally takes nagi’s phone instead, unlocking it to find his own chat thread—to which nagi doesn’t even bother saving his name (reo side eyes him but nagi doesn’t even realise).

that doesn’t surprise him, but what does is when reo realises your contact is saved—with the icon being a picture of the two of you together. you must really be something to be able to make nagi do something so idiotic like this.

“oi, nagi.”

nagi only responds with a raise of his brow. he’s still clicking away at the controls. reo guesses it must be a racing game from those sounds.

“if you guys get married i better be the best man for being your matchmaker,” reo teases, his grin filling his face.

even though nagi doesn’t respond, the champagne pink that brushes across his cheeks is enough indication to reo of nagi’s feelings for you.

looks like he never needed to worry after all.

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endursent · 4 months ago

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Hi Ma’am! I’ve recently come across your “my partner turned into a cat” series and it’s wonderful. I was wondering if I could request something similar where reader turns into their partner’s favourite animal? Preferably with Kaveh, Neuvi, and Dottore (if you write for him). If not, that’s all good. Have a nice day!

【 content; established relationship , humour , gn!reader , temporarily turned animal (reader) 】

【 characters; il dottore, kaveh , neuvillette 】

【 note; i haven't actually written for dottore before strangely enough considering how much i love him, so it might take a while for me to get his personality and mannerisms down... thank you for the ask! 】

【 word count; 1.454 | masterlist 】

Il Dottore;

Never had you considered what his “favourite animal” is, mostly because you’re convinced Dottore doesn’t have a “favourite” anything—his interests are too unpredictable and subject to change at any moment.

Though you should have seen it coming that one day, his experimentation would strike you—thankfully you’re not dead, you’re luckier than some assistants that have been zapped a time or two and carried out in body bags. However…

Why are you a fat little platypus, and why does he seem so excited about it?

You look absolutely ridiculous, you imagine—and feel, having four legs and a beak is peak body horror that is unfortunately eating at your brain right now. And yet, Dottore picks you up like one would a cat and dangles you in front of him with both an excited and thoughtful expression. “How unexpected—and interesting. I made little change to the formula…” he plops you down on the table next to the damned formula he had been adjusting… never will you inhale “experiment fumes” again. Not that you’re supposed to be doing so in any case.

“A fascinating specimen indeed,” he pokes around your fur and you shake yourself, but he is relentless with his prodding! “One of the few mammals capable of electroreception! I wonder if you've maintained those sensory capabilities... This requires immediate testing."

He doesn’t leave you alone for a single second that you’re like this, always either checking something—one time you were freaking out about the fact that you had no idea how to eat or drink like this… and Dottore took out a notebook and tried to get you to bite his fingers to “test the venom”... you bite a bit harder than he likely bargained for.

Dottore does try to “help” in his own way, while he brainstorms how to turn you back, he creates a “suitable habitat” with burrowing zones and a “pool”. He means well, but he’s also using it to observe you like a specimen so you kick up dirt and splash water on the floor and tables in spite.

Out of anyone, Dottore is the fastest to get you back to normal… or he could, if he wanted to. But he kind of likes seeing you waddle around trying to walk with webbed feet and seeing you knock your tail into things and make weird noises. He has plenty of experience pressing your buttons and what makes you tick as a human, why not enjoy a new side of you?

Kaveh;

He’s more traumatised than you are when one moment you’re standing next to him—and the next there’s a random ass deer there. He looks around and searches for you frantically, thinking you might have fallen into a creek or rolled downhill… very unaware of that same deer following him around and trying to get his attention.

He does love deer, he thinks you’re unimaginably cute but also kind of silly in the way horses are silly but not huge and terrifying.

Kaveh almost needs you to headbutt him for him to realise that you are, in fact, in front of him and not soaking around in a nearby river hanging out with the frogs. Thankfully, he’s smart enough to put two and two together after he snaps out of it—but now he’s just confused.

How? You had just been right there! There wasn’t even a rustle of leaves or anything!

In any case, he needs to get you back to the city… you walk like a human in a deer suit, unused to the long four legs and strange join positions—and as soon as you enter his and Alhaitham’s home (after getting your antlers caught in the door like an idiot if you have those) you suddenly stop.

“What is it?” Kaveh peeps from behind you, confused as to why your ass is just standing in the doorway.

The house has hardwood floors.

He doesn’t realise this, of course, and gives your behind a firm push—only for you to slip and slide and nearly tumble inside like a freshly born animal. Kaveh rushes in behind you, apologising for nearly knocking you over and trying to make sure you don’t fall against anything and break things… Alhaitham would never let him live it down if he saw this.

It’s not exactly easy to… navigate this, you’re not a small animal nor are you yourself particularly knowledgeable about your new proportions.

He can barely stop himself from continuously stroking your fur and feeding you crunchy things to be able to watch you munch on them. It does kind of kill the fascination he had with deer, as he’s never really interacted with them so closely until you happened to become one.

You follow him around like a lost puppy, even as he had a very important client meeting—you didn’t let him get away… and thus, Kaveh had to improvise a bit.

The client, an older woman, squints at you standing slightly behind Kaveh and trying to munch on the blueprints in his hands (you haven’t had food for two hours, which is disastrous with this huge stomach you have now).

Kaveh clears his throat, pushing your snout away. “Yes, we can change the—no, you see, this is… yes, it’s okay, this is just… a friend.”

He has no idea how to explain this so he just chooses not to. “Anyway… about that garden idea, if we put a patio by this side—”

Neuvillette;

You can’t believe he’s keeping you in a bowl.

Somehow, and for some reason, when you had accompanied Neuvillette for an evening walk along the seaside just outside of Fontaine’s walls—you had stubbed your toe on a shell that stuck out of the ground, and with a sudden zap… you had turned into a blob.

Neuvillette looks up from his desk as he hears your soft body pound against the bowl next to him—and toss up some water that almost splashes onto the documents splayed out before him—and frowns slightly. “I know it’s not very spacious… I apologise, my love. But I don’t have anything larger at this moment, hopefully the pet store will find a more adequately sized fish tank soon.”

He doesn’t understand how you had suddenly turned into a jellyfish, you had been behind him for a brief moment before he heard your curse (likely because you stubbed your toe) and then a poof… when Neuvillette had turned around, you were like a deflated balloon on dry land.

Thankfully he had created a pocket of water for you from the saltwater nearby to float in as he brought you back to the city, but the situation puzzled him greatly—how could you become such a creature? He wasn’t entirely sure you were fully conscious in that body, but judging by your frustrated movements in the small bowl, he suspected you at least had partial awareness.

Neuvillette doesn’t want to leave you alone while you’re like this, he’s both worried you might suddenly transform back, without any clothes—which would be terribly awkward to try and depart his office in that state—or possible hurt yourself if you broke the bowl with the transformation and cut yourself.

Thus, thankfully after you’re given a larger tank in his office (and at home, he’s not leaving you at his office overnight alone!) there is a smaller one placed in the Opera Epiclese, next to his chair.

During a court proceeding, Neuvillette had to present the evidence in a firmer manner than usual, as the representative to the one being judged was being rather contrarian—which was far from productive and consumed far more time than it needed to.

Every time he successfully made an argument that couldn’t be refuted or argued with, you released a faint bioluminescent glow—as if applauding his expert navigations of the evidence and arguments. No one seems to notice (it’s difficult enough to see Neuvillette so high up above the stage) but he still feels a bit sheepish when you do it—you’re likely not doing it on purpose, he doubts you would know how.

Neuvillette is very careful with the temperature and the salinity levels of the water you inhabit for the time being, he creates a careful schedule to check it every few hours as well as adjusting it depending on day and night. He’s very determined to ensure you’re as comfortable as you can be, whether you realise you’re a weird blob with tentacles or not.

And he hopes he can figure out how to change you back soon… as cute as it is to watch you twirl around and show off when he stands before your tank, he would rather you show off your moves as yourself—where he can properly talk to and touch you.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #il dottore x reader #il dottore x you #dottore x reader #dottore x you #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #general #fics #my writing

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becausebuckley · 2 months ago

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michelle's buddie fic recs: week 8!

in which my thesis proposal got accepted(!!), i made banana bread, and read some brilliant fics <3

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

at long last | tigersharks | 15.8k | E

Buck thinks, I want to be the one giving him pleasure. I want to make him feel good. I want to service him. service top buck <3 this one captures the buddie dynamic so so well!!

can i go where you go | heygirltimeformorning/@heygirltimeformorning | 2.6k | GA

Eddie gets crushed by a mudslide & confesses undying love. this is so beautifully written!! such lovely hurt/comfort while also having some really cute funny moments <3

cheeseburger in paradise | Bookworm0303/@insertlovelyperson | 20.2k | E

Eddie plans a vacation for the first (and likely last) time in his life. listen you don't even need me to convince you to read this. what you need to do is click that little link up there, read the excerpt in the summary, and then lock in and read all 20k of this glorious fic in one go. trust me, that's what you gotta do. i promise you won't regret it <3

fallacy of the local body | littleghost/@ghostlandtoo | 22.7k | E

Christopher is gone for the summer and Eddie is—aimless. Drifting. Everything is different, and he can't fix any of it, much less himself. He wishes he were different. Someone that doesn't have as much baggage, or misery, or so much empty time on his hands. Naturally, he wakes up one morning as Buck. oh, how much i love bodyswap fics <3 such a beautiful fic!! i love how this characterises eddie's reaction to the bodyswap so so much

i don't wanna miss you like this | rainbow_nerds/@rainbow-nerdss | 9.6k | T

Eddie Diaz was living in El Paso—miles away from his best friend who needed him, struggling to cross the invisible distance his son was keeping from him. There was no quick fix for either—but he was working on it. And in the meantime, he could do something to help Buck feel better from afar. the loveliest fic <3 i especially loved reading the letters (and their formatting is so cool!)

i know that you need it | midnights/@rcgersromanoff | 12.7k | E

to say Buck is pent up would be an understatement. so Eddie gives him what he needs. truly an incredible fic!! so hot, so buddie <3

just a group of objects | teaspoonmoon/@young-waverer | 4k | T

Buck helps Eddie pack; Eddie spirals about how many of Buck's belongings they find, mixed in with his. They kiss about it. such a wonderful look at how intertwined buck and eddie's lives are <3 so lovely!!

love language | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 3.8k | T

When Eddie reluctantly reveals he can speak Swedish, Buck ends up learning a lot more about him than he bargained for. listen this fic has my heart and the diaz parents can have my fists. great banter and such a good buddie dynamic <3

not doing this alone | carpediaz/@sofa-king-lame | 27.4k | M

The one where Eddie hires Buck as a nanny for Christopher and has to navigate falling in love with someone he shouldn't want (who definitely wants him in return). nanny buck <3 i love his love for puzzles and how easily he slides into the diazes' lives!!

tell me that you'll never let me go | farfromthstars/@doeeyeseddie | 5.2k | T

Eddie goes to Texas. Buck is being weird. It only takes them both five days to crack. love how this one captures eddie and chris!! and i loved the feelings realisation <3

the shapes that you drew | 061828 | 3.4k | M

Eddie comes home from Texas to find Buck in his house, and life continues on from there. i'm such a sucker for buck being in eddie's house when the diazes are in el paso, and this is such a brilliant example of that <3 so good!!

whistle, baby | ameliahart/@melliehart | 5k | E

There, on Eddie’s screen, is a stilled video of a blue eyed man with a cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowed as he stares down the camera. Across the top in bold letters reads the words “Hot Tattooed Hunk DEEPTHROATS and SWALLOWS [Blowjob POV]”. they're best friends and they're in love and i love them so much <3 i especially loved the pro/con bits in this one!!

your gravity (my depravity) | idiotsinkdaisies/@idiotsinkdaisies | 13k | E

Buck has always been good at telling when people want him, spent his later teenage years and early twenties honing this particular skill set. And now he’s learning how to recognize when men want him, how it is entirely the same yet entirely different. His boyfriend wants him. (This, he knows.) Eddie wants him. (This, this is new.) this fic is so so fun!! i love the firefam dynamics here and the buck characterisation is so good!!

#happy reading!#buddie #buddie fic #buddie fic rec #911 abc #911 fic #911 fic rec #michelle's recs #fic rec list

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qdrntln4 · 7 months ago

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Lie To Girls.

pairing: lando norris x reader

genre: angst

wc: i didn’t count ☹️

warnings: none?

y/n didn’t know who’s hand grabbed who’s first, but now their fingers were intertwined. her free hand came up to rest on the back of lando’s neck, playing with the curls that rested there also.

their bodies were practically pressed together, chests rising and falling against each other. their eyes motioned the same way, flickering from each others eyes to their lips.

y/n waited for lando to make the move. this didn’t feel real, as if it was a fever dream. inches of separation were between them.

that’s when she noticed the hesitation in lando’s face. her heart sunk as she realised the situation she was in. she took a step back, taking her hand away from lando’s. her hand now felt empty, cold.

she turned around, walking in the direction of her hotel to hide and never come out again. she thought that lando would run up to her, stop her from walking away, but no.

y/n stood on the balcony of her suite, watching as the sun rose over the city of monaco. it was qualifying day, and there was still no message or call from lando.

maybe it was all a hoax. maybe he really didn’t want what they had before. after signing her mclaren cap with his number, after messaging into the late hours of the night until they both fell asleep unwillingly, after he flew her out to this damn city just for her to watch the grand prix, none of it meant anything anymore.

she took the morning to walk around the city, taking the path by the ocean where the yachts laid untouched and bobbing from the small waves in the water.

she watched the couples on their morning walks and runs, the animals who had coupled up over the winter and stuck together through the spring, how that could’ve been her and lando.

she attempted to rid the memory of seeing someone post lando in a club an hour after he had hesitated to kiss her. how he was dancing with other girls and drinking with his mates.

it broke her heart to think that maybe it wasn’t him, but her. maybe she wasn’t pretty enough, not smart enough, not good enough for him like luisa or magui.

then came the second stage of grief. her face scrunched up in disgust at lando’s actions to lead her on. she’s stupid, but she’s clever.

she had been here before many a-times. lando wasn’t the first to make her cry herself to sleep over a fuck up on the man’s behalf.

boys. they’re not men if they can’t commit to even kissing you, they’re boys.

she’s had no problem with making a shit show look a whole lot like forever; with lando, though, she couldn’t urge him on. she couldn’t keep him in her cage and tame him. he was famous, he could have any girl he wanted and it seemed that that’s exactly where his mind was last night. maybe even this morning, too.

she wanted to scream at him, break him down and make him feel exactly how she felt. she wanted to scream how,

‘you don’t have to lie to girls’.

because, in the end, if they like you, they’ll just lie to themselves. that’s exactly what y/n did. she lied to herself. lando had let her lie to herself.

in a white bikini with sun kissed skin, y/n dangled her legs over the edge of the yacht. her feet dipped in the cool water. the seagulls and sea birds called out to each other overhead, the waves crashing against the side of the boat.

she didn’t have to look up from the water to know exactly who had sat themselves down next to her. she was torn between bargaining and depression. she didn’t want to talk to him, didn’t even want to be seen near him.

“i didn’t mean to hurt you,”

y/n scoffed, watching the fish swim under her feet.

“don’t i know it better than anyone else?” her words came out more as a statement than a question.

lando leaned down to her shoulder, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. if it was anyone else, y/n would’ve pulled away, maybe even pushed him in the water, but something kept her in place.

lando tilted her chin to make her look at him. she couldn’t resist noting how green the sun made his eyes look. lando felt the same about the colour of her eyes.

he leaned down, joining his lips to hers. the kiss wasn’t like any other. it held guilt, love, an apology. the apology that y/n deserved.

everyone else on the yatch disappeared at that moment. normally she wouldn’t give in this easy to a man who had broken her heart the night before, but she knew lando. she knew that he wouldn’t mean to hurt anyone, especially not her.

once their lips detached from each other, nova placed her hand on lando’s shoulder. it was a sweet gesture until she pushed him into the water with all her strength.

she watched as lando rose back to the top of the water, running a hand over his face as he shook the water out of his hair like a border collie would.

“i deserved that, didn’t i?” lando breathed, looking up at y/n who hovered above him on the boat. what he didn’t miss was how she smiled down at him before joining him in the water.

#f1 #f1 x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris #f1 imagine #x y/n #fanfiction #race #lando norris angst #lando norris fluff #jk chat this has a happy ending lol #lando #monaco #monaco grand prix #Spotify

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SKZ Pack: Epilogue

Trigger warnings: none

One year later Chan returned bloodied and covered in dirt with a naked Hyunjin. Chan had spent 13 months searching high and low for the lycan. Chan branded his alpha deep into his mind so he knew who to find. There were many lycans south but he wanted to find Hyunjin. He fought Hyunjin several times but had lost him. The lycan's consciousness was getting more animalistic and Chan found it difficult to pin him down. When he did Chan dragged him to a witch that he bargained with. Seven years ago, Chan would have been disgusted with collaborating with a coven of witches but that night it was all or nothing. He couldn't go back to Straykids knowing he caused his Luna pain. He caused his wolves pain. He almost got his own wolf killed because of his uncle. He couldn't face them without bringing him back. "How do you think they are?" Hyunjin asked tiredly. "I don't know," Chan said honestly.

They weren't good. The first day Y/N was in hysterics. She mourned both of them for weeks. Jeongin was worried they were going to lose the pup to her sadness. Yet they didn't, the pup was growing strong in Y/N's womb. The pup was kicking away, reminding his mother that he loved her. The pup forced Y/N to do better so she got up every day and worked alongside Jeongin to make Straykids strong again. They hacked into Chan's assets to continue them and even started to build a werewolf community for distant werewolves who lacked a pack or wanted to be trained. Minho used his skills as an elder to build the school and even taught them alongside his two best elders who helped build the school. Changbin completed his training at the hospital and built a werewolf hospital with Jaehee so that any werewolves could come if they needed it. It was an anonymous place. Even for lone omegas, they could come here to be treated. Felix and Jisung had built a new play area for the pup with Seungmin who spent most of the time shopping online because he wasn't a builder.

It took them a while to build themselves back up again but with their Luna and new Head Alpha they could do anything. They were much more protective of her. Minho wouldn't let her out of his sight. Jeongin slept with her every night as she carried their child. Jisung babied her with Felix and made sure everything was up to her standards. Seungmin and Changbin were more like guard dogs during the year. Nobody left. Jeongin tried to get Changbin and Seungmin to find Chan but they couldn't. He was gone and they had to accept that. That was the hardest thing for all of them. Losing two alphas for a tragedy.

Chan and Hyunjin walked up to the front door listening to the noises in the house. They could hear Minho scolding them for eating like dogs. They could hear Felix's laughter. They could hear Jeongin's deep voice. They could hear the coos of a baby. A little baby. Their hearts broke as they realised they missed the birth of their firstborn pup. They wanted to know who they were. What their name was. Hyunjin and Chan looked at each other before knocking on the door. "Get the door Changbin," Jeongin ordered. "I'm eating," Changbin said with a mouthful of food. "For ancestors' sake. Take him." Y/N growled. Chan and Hyunjin felt nervous as Y/N's steps came closer to the door. It made them feel nervous.

As soon as Y/N opened the door they gasped, but before they could look at her and the infant in front of her, she shut the door on them. She wasn't ready to see them. When the door opened again it was Jeongin. He looked different. Taller. Muscular. He was looking like a true head alpha. Chan felt undeniably proud of his young alpha. "What are you doing here." Jeongin's voice was gruff. "To say how sorry I am. Truly I am Alpha Jeongin. I had to find Hyunjin and bring him back home. At least let him come in to be treated and then I will leave." Chan promised. He would leave if he didn't belong here. If he was not welcome he would leave. "Come in through the back. I don't want to involve my children." Jeongin said as he shut the door, guiding them to the back door. "Children?" Hyunjin whispered. "Yes. Lucas and Moon. Both boys. Both Apex's." Jeongin said proudly. "Apex." Chan gasped, making Jeongin growl protectively. Chan lowered his head. Even though the firstborn was his, Jeongin had taken responsibility. "If our Luna allows it you can meet them."

Of course, Y/N allowed Chan and Hyunjin to meet them once they were treated, bathed and clothed. She allowed them to meet the tiny apex alphas, once they met her. As soon as they saw her they both dropped to the floor. Chan at her feet, hugging her like a child. He had so many words to say to her and he did. He apologised profusely for everything he did but Y/N refused to hear it. She wasn't angry or hurt anymore. If anything, she was glad he was home back with her. Even Hyunjin apologised but Y/N had no reason to blame him, he was sacrificed because of Joshua. None of it was his fault. Y/N embraced them both tightly for a while before she prepared them to meet Lucas and Moon. "Right. Lucas is very wary of new people. He might not let you hold him but I can try. He doesn't really like Jaehee when she comes around. Moon is sensitive and needs to be close to me or his father's." Y/N said. The two alphas nodded ready to meet them. "Are they all referred to as father?" Hyunjin asked. "Yes. Father Minho. Father Seungmin but Jeongin is just father because Moon is his. It will be the same when this little pup is born, Minho will be just father." Y/N explained. "You're pregnant again?" Chan asked nervously. "Every time they breathe on me I'm miraculously pregnant." Y/N sighed. "Alright let's try Lucas first."

It was a sweet moment when Chan met his son who was being held by Seungmin. Seungmin carefully placed the one-year-old into his arms, confusing Lucas with the stranger. Lucas looked up confused at who this stranger was, but he didn't cry or scream like he normally did. Instead, he froze looking at his fathers for help, but when he saw his mother's smile at the stranger he relaxed. Y/N picked up the infant Moon and showed him to his older brother who giggled. Lucas wanted to grab Moon seeing his little brother smile. Y/N past Moon did Hyunjin with Jeongin's approval but Hyunjin looked petrified. He didn't know how to hold an infant but he learned quickly. It was bittersweet because despite how cute these baby Apex's look. They were going to stick to Hyunjin's orders and become a nuisance in the future as soon as they were presented as Alphas.

Chan redeemed himself but became the third alpha. He didn't remove Jeongin from his position instead he adapted so he could spend more time with Lucas. Hyunjin kept his position and became even more protective of Y/N as he tried to recreate the bond that was broken. He wanted to be exceptionally close to her. The other wolves worked hard on their projects. The school was running fine and when the boys were older they would join. Changbin and Jaehee had bought a plot of land down the road to build their hospital. Jisung, Felix and Seungmin worked on assets so they didn't need to do anything big. Hyunjin on the other hand became an art teacher for the students and employed other art teachers who he vetted. So, it is a happy ending after all.

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sunshineandspencer · 8 months ago

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Cowboy hat rule, Part 4 (Tyler Owens, Twisters)

A/N: Let’s put it this way, I don’t remember writing this. But it certainly exists so you may have it, I want to rewatch this movie completely legally🏴‍☠️, but I’m not at home and I can’t. Physically weeping as I type this.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader.

Summary: In between butting heads with Javi’s team and running a successful YouTube channel based entirely around tornadoes, Tyler Owens is introduced to the most interesting woman he’s seen in a good while - and her sister.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: kind of suggestive (honestly not sure, it’s pretty late and my brain doesn’t work), minor swearing, I’m beginning to forget the movie so forgive me, very limited knowledge of America (I’m English).

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

I have redone the form for the taglist now that I’m apparently expanding from Criminal Minds

A rodeo, he brought her to a rodeo.

And not just any rodeo, but one in the middle of tornado valley. For the amount of tornadoes this place gets, there are a lot of people here. It makes her nervous.

Thankfully, there are idiots on horses to keep her entertained, and reminiscing about her childhood.

At some point, Tyler leaned over. Pressing his shoulder to hers and ducking his head so she could hear him. His breath just ghosting her ear.

“Not your first rodeo?”

“Not even close.”

Her eyes flicked to his, grinning up at him. He’s certain the sight of her smiling at him is going to be seared in his brain forever.

Especially when she shuffled closer, so that she could be heard. Their thighs pressed together nearly as close as their shoulders. He could smell the faint traces of her perfume, he wishes she’d put some on before they’d left.

“Daddy used to compete in rodeos, up until we were eleven. He had an accident, and mom told him that if he ever did it again it wouldn’t be the bulls he had to worry about.”

He loves her mom, right now she’s the greatest woman in the world. Besides the pretty woman that she created, sat pressed against him.

Her eyes went back to the rodeo, but his didn’t, watching her profile and wondering how he got so.. smitten.

Nudging her with his shoulder, he gave that bright grin - a real, happy grin that people are accustomed to.

“I’m learning all sorts about you Alpine.”

“That you are, and yet you remain an enigma.”

“Aww, you don’t have to go about using all kinds of fancy words, you can just call me pretty.”

They both laughed at that, hushed and slightly giggled. Like a pair of schoolchildren mucking about in assembly and didn’t want to get caught.

Leaning into each other, wondering why everything feels so much funnier when they’re together.

But then she nudged him, telling him to actually tell her something about himself.

“I used to compete too, got stomped in the head a little too much and figured college would do me a little better.” He fidgeted with his watch, fitting it properly to his wrist. “I don’t mean to pry, but since we’re in a sharing mood, what’s up with Kate and Javi?”

She gave a long suffering sigh, and he realised he might’ve just hit a sensitive subject. But before he can tell her not to worry about it, she’s smiling at him.

She’d leant away now, and he doesn’t like it, leaning with her arms on the back of the seats, her legs crossed and no longer against his.

Is it selfish? To want her close again? Because he can be selfish if that’s what it takes.

“He’s always had a thing for her. We used to work together, a group of us. Me and Javi were dating, Kate had her boyfriend, but I knew he loved her. I looked a lot more like her then.. I was a replacement but that was fine because at least I could pretend I was loved.”

Giving Tyler a soft smile, she realised that was probably a little more than he bargained for.

Not knowing that he was currently cycling through all the ways he could murder the guy and shove him into a tornado to make it look like an accident.

He could do it, it’s not hard to shove a dead body into a tornado when you drive into them for a living.

“Maybe he’ll finally get his head out his ass and ask her out. I doubt it though, he’s terrified of rejection.”

Tyler nodded, eyebrows furrowed, and then leant back with her. Arms going around the back of the chairs, fingers dusting her shoulder.

Somehow, even that small touch was enough for her body to become instantly aware of the lingering heat from when they’d been pressed together.

Then he gave her another one of those smiles, and she could’ve melted straight through the plastic.

“If you want, I could run him over and send him up into a tornado. Let God and the weather do their things.”

She laughed - thank God she laughed - and he’s certain that he’s found something more beautiful than any tornado he’d ever chased in his entire life.

And when she calmed down to look at him, smile still playing at those pretty kissable lips, her hands swatted out against his chest.

“Don’t make it sound like you murder people so often, I have to get back in the truck with you.”

“Ahh, don’t worry about that Alpine. You’re too pretty to murder, can’t have the world bereft of that face now can we?”

Before she can answer, a swirl of leaves assault the audience, including them. Leaves that, really, were too violent to have just been caught up in a gust of wind.

Picking one up, she crumpled the leaves and then opened her palm. The way they spread out left her nervous.

“Were you tracking out this way?”

Looking to him nervously, she didn’t like that look on his face. Because they had been, but from the data, even Kate said the one out this way shouldn’t form anything too bad.

Maybe the conditions for the tornado improved, because it definitely seems like something had touched down. By the way the bleachers are rattling.

He didn’t answer either, just looking around at all the people here, calculating the tragedies if something did set down.

But it hadn’t, or else they would’ve gotten—

All at the same time the tornado warnings sounded on their phones, and everyone began to panic, including her.

Snapped out of it by Tyler taking her hand and getting her up. Pulling her through the crowd.

“Come on, we need to find shelter!”

It’s hard to hear over the wind, and when she heard shit start flying off behind them, her blood felt sharp in her veins and she kept up the pace next to him.

Glad he’s got her hand in his or she’s not sure how fast she could run.

“I don’t- I don’t go into tornadoes, I do the data. I don’t go into the fucking things! I’m not you, I’m not used to this.”

He pulled her to a stop just inside a motel parking area, thankfully covered for now. Grabbing her shoulders and looking at her sincerely, realising that she really was scared.

He knew she stayed back, he didn’t know why, but the genuine terror on her face said enough.

“You’ll be alright, I promise. I won’t let you get hurt by this thing. But we need to get to shelter, okay?”

As he started pulling her along, all the noise rushed back to her and made her feel sick. Aware of the crashes and the screams, and the drag of metal on metal as the motel threatened to break apart.

A woman was trying to get her daughter into the car, and she dragged Tyler to a stop.

“No! No, don’t get in your car!! Get out, come here!”

They did, thank God, and joined them in the motel. Shoving past the idiot at the desk who clearly doesn’t know what’s going on.

Everyone talking all over each other about basements or shelters.

She was going a little haywire, and caught onto the crash of a metal gate swinging back and forth. The pool. It’s emptied and the wall would’ve been opened for maintenance.

There’d be an alcove for them to huddle in and hopefully things to hold onto.

Grabbing Tyler’s arm and shouting over everyone else.

“Come on! We haven’t got time to argue, follow me!”

Shouldering open the door, she knew the woman and her child were close behind. As well as the clerk, while Tyler was trying to convince the two idiots that there was actually a tornado.

Helping the woman into the pool, both her and her daughter were sobbing, not that she blamed them. It’s a miracle that she isn’t.

Once the little girl was safely in her mom’s arms, she motioned for them to get to the end of the pool.

Turning around to look for Tyler, she felt his hands on her waist from behind, easing her quickly towards the ladder to get into the pool. Allowing herself a moment to breathe.

Until she caught sight of that couple trying to drive away, getting caught up in the tornado that is way too close for comfort.

Hurrying down, she reached up for Tyler, half wanting him to just jump down, and get to safety as quickly as possible. Pressing a hand to his back to stable him as he dropped down.

Both of them rush over to alcove with the woman and her daughter.

Showing them where to hold, and that she should keep her daughter’s eyes covered from any debris. And not to let go or look around for any reason.

As she started to get a grip on the pipes, she heard a shriek from the motel clerk. He had tried to stand up while Tyler was helping him, and was sent to the shallow end.

Then the idiot tried again and was dragged off into the sky. Her heart was heavy in her throat as she watched Tyler turn and start to crawl back to them. Fighting against the wind.

Holding on tight to the pipes, but leaning out with her hand as far as she could go. Desperately reaching for him.

Especially when a bus or something landed in the pool and started to tip over them. He’d be crushed.

She’s too panicked to really think about anything other than making sure he grabbed her hand. Because she wasn’t losing anyone else - not him.

As soon as his palm connected to hers, she pulled hard, to give him that small bit of leverage he needed right as the bus fell.

He pressed up behind her, keeping both her, and the woman pinned to the pipes, holding on as best he could. They got a little more cover from the bus, thankfully, but the wind was still bad.

With one arm still curled around the pipes, her other reached back to get a handful of his shirt. He was not going anywhere.

Once it was over, all of them soaked and panting, and pretty injured from projectiles, they finally let go.

Of the pipes, anyway. She couldn’t let go of his shirt yet, even as his hands found her waist. Digging in, to help her stand and reassure himself they’re still alive.

Once they’d stood, and stumbled out from around the bus, they walked up to the shallow end to look around.

The town - the rodeo - had been decimated.

And with his hands still comfortably on her waist, she eased the grip on his shirt. Finally turning and wrapping her arms around him. Squeezing as tight as she could to try and now reassure herself.

They’re both alive; they’re both okay.

He hugged her back just as tightly, and she’s not sure if it’s the adrenaline from surviving, but she never wants to be anywhere but his arms ever again.

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gremlin-girly · 5 months ago

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Kinktober Day 27

Sex Pollen /Threesome

Pairing: Steve x Reader X Bucky, stucky x f!reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, threesome (mmf), sex pollen, sorta dub con, spit roasting, dirty talk, praise (good girl), a hint of voyeurism (Steve just stands there lmao - he's in shock but still enjoys the view), creampie, oral (m recieving), hair pulling (slight), sex pollen(for Bucky), p in v (wrap it!!), multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, cum eating, facial, light choking

Not beta'd and that's a warning. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. And as always, MDNI!

Summary: After getting the "flu" on a mission, Steve sends Bucky home. You being the good friend you are, stop by to offer a helping hand - only to get more than you bargain for. When Steve realises what Bucky's been exposed to, he rushes back to the apartment to find you both...

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The apartment was stuffy. It usually was. But the faint scent of sweat and heat

"Bucky? Y/N? You here?" Steve called, slowly crossing the floor to Bucky's room. It was only when his hand touched the handle he could hear muffled noises from within.

Panic-stricken he flung open the door, convinced he'd have to hurt his best friend or worse, stop him from hurting you when he wasn't in his right mind. Bucky would never recover if he hurt you.

However, the sight before Steve was far from what he had imagined and he had trouble trying to figure out if it was bad or worse as his brain had seemingly stopped working.

Wet slaps echoed from the walls, as did Bucky's grunts and groans as he fucked you into the mattress. Your sounds of pleasure were muffled by the mattress - you were face down, ass up; Bucky's flesh hand gripping at your hip and his metal one splayed in the centre of your back, holding you in place while he fucked you.

Steve swallowed thickly. "B-Buck..."

Bucky's eyes flickered to Steve’s. His blue eyes were red rimmed and glassy. He offered Steve a drunken, lopsided grin, never once faltering in his thrusts.

"Hey, Stevie." He drawled, and you squeaked beneath Bucky with a mixture of embarrassment and shock. "Y/N came over to help me out. What a doll."

Bucky annunciated the last three words with three hard thrusts that had you moaning into the mattress beneath you. Steve was momentarily glad you couldn't see how his cock, already rock hard from the scene before him, twitched eagerly in his jeans. Bucky wasn't small by any means and from the sloppy slapping noises from your pussy, Bucky’s cock had already ruined you.

Steve bites his cheek so hard he tastes blood when he watches Bucky's metal hand knot in your hair, tugging your upwards off the mattress to look over at Steve. Halting his thrusts so you can focus a little, Bucky's metal arm wraps around your waist to force you to stay seated on his cock whilst his flesh hand comes upwards to grab and squeeze at your tits.

"Say hi to Stevie, doll." Bucky purrs into your ear before peppering your neck with kisses. The awareness of being perfectly skewered on Steve’s best friend's cock - suspended like a puppet before him, vaguely crosses your pleasure filled mind. However, obeying Bucky wins out; thanks to him fucking you stupid.

"S-Steve." You whimper pathetically, your face flushed and eyes glazed. You look as well and truly fucked out as you feel but with how Steve is looking at you, you suddenly want more. Your pussy pulses around Bucky's cock and it makes him groan wantonly next to your ear.

Bucky's grip on your waist tightens as he ruts into you hard, chuckling as your tits bounce in time with each thrust. The sound wet flesh against flesh and moans fill the room again, somehow louder than before and your face reddens with a mixture of lust and shame as Steve continues to stand there in the doorway, unable to tear his eyes away from you and Bucky, his cock aching painfully as he palms it gently.

Bucky's hand finds its way to your throat, pulling you flush against him and squeezing lightly. You can feel his breath on your neck; hot and heavy as his free hand gropes at every bit of flesh he can find.

"Can you cum for me again doll? Please?" Bucky whispers to you, half begging. "I wanna show Steve what you look like cumming over my cock."

Bucky's groping hand glides up your sternum, tweaking at a hardened nipple and making you cry out. You try to fight the waves of pleasure but when you accidentally lock eyes with Steve, your concentration slips.

"B-Bucky, please, please." You begin to plead, hoping that somewhere in his lust-addled brain that maybe doing this to Steve was a bad idea (although you were also desperate to cum). Steve was your friend, he was Bucky's best friend, and even though you'd thought about having him, having Bucky, having both; it had never been discussed. And if you came over Bucky's cock in front of Steve, like Bucky's seductive whispers begged of you, Steve would never be able to unsee the image of you cumming and you would never be able to unsee the look on his face when you did. Your relationship with both the men had changed today, whether you liked it or loved it, the question was how much did you value Steve's friendship to try to not cum?

"Steve," you huff when Bucky mistakes your pleas for encouragement and fucks you harder still - attempting to chase your release for you. Bucky's teeth nip roughly at the exposed skin on your neck and you mewl in soft protest as your pussy grips Bucky's cock like a vice, tightening on each thrust.

"That's it." Bucky praises, kissing at the skin he'd marked. "Good girl. Our good girl."

His orgasm is voiced with a now-familiar soft groan, and you can feel the warmth of Bucky’s cum seep throughout your pussy as you shudder an orgasm. A wave of guilt washes over you as you pant desperately, leaning against Bucky for support.

"Steve," You whisper. How do you begin to explain? How do you even navigate a situation like this? Why is he still standing there?

Once again, Bucky gets the wrong idea. Kissing your face sweetly, he speaks to Steve.

"'S a good idea doll. Stevie should try you too."

"Doll," Steve huffs, cheeks red, ignoring Bucky. "Tell me you want this. Tell me it's okay."

An unexpected turn of events, to say the least. Your anxiety melts away to the steadily increase of your heart rate, warmth blossoming from your core all the way upwards to douse your cheeks red. Steve's gaze is intense, like he wants to ravish you like Bucky had been, but is waiting for you to make that decision.

"It's a lot more than okay." You say after a moment, finding your voice. As soon as the words leave your mouth Steve is stepping through your abandoned clothes, adding his own to the mix as he inches towards you.

Bucky's hands wander over your body appreciatively, his head on your shoulder placing sweet kisses as Steve approaches almost shyly to the bed. Steve's added weight makes the bed dip and when he's kneeling before you, you can feel your breathing catch and your pussy tense around Bucky, whose softening cock is still nestled inside you.

Steve was as beautiful as you'd imagined. His broad shoulders and toned muscles were sleek in comparison to Bucky, an almost-reminder of what he used to look like before the serum. His skin was warm to the touch when he cupped your face, tilting your jaw to look up at him that little bit more, and you sighed dreamily. The haze from your multiple orgasms from Bucky made your eyes blur slightly and Steve's face looked like it was hidden behind a golden halo, the heat of which scalded your skin the moment his lips met yours.

"I think Steve should fill your pussy, doll." Bucky huffs. "It's only fair - I've filled you three times."

"Th-three?!" Steve balks breaking the kiss, cheeks burning. Your hands are busy exploring Steve's torso with curious gentleness; Bucky hadn't given you much of a break between orgasms and you wanted to catch your breath and appreciate the soldier in front of you. You'd already appreciated the one behind you enough.

"I dunno what's gotten into him, Stevie." You murmur, kissing along Steve's collar bone. "But... gonna be honest, I don't think I mind."

"After three loads, no, I don't think you would." Bucky chuckles from behind you, pulling out of you with a short grunt and patting your ass appreciatively before gently tugging at your hips to get you to turn to face him.

With one last kiss to Steve's mouth, you concede and turn to Bucky, who immediately captures your lips in a rough kiss. You whimper softly at the suddenness but then Steve's lips are on your neck and you're slowly unravelling between them, leaning further back into Bucky.

"Show Steve the mess you let me make," Bucky urges, pulling you back with him as he leans back, tapping your thighs gently. You follow suit, unknotting your legs from beneath you and letting your legs fall apart with a short breath. Bucky's preoccupied by your marked tits on display and gropes them gently, running a thumb over a small dark patch of skin and elliciting soft hums of pleasure from you.

Steve gently grips the flesh of your thighs and pries them open, groaning at the sight before him. You whimper beneath him, the cool room air against your pussy making it jump and twitch more than it already was. Bucky was right about making a mess; his cum was leaking from your hole and was covering your thighs with a glossy sheen.

"Oh shit, Buck." Steve breathes, kneading your flesh as he watched your pussy quiver with a lick of his lips. "You made a real big mess."

Gathering some of the dripping cum onto two thick fingers Steve drags his hand upwards and slowly pushes back into your slick, ruined pussy.

"Fuck," you groan, tightening around Steve's fingers as your head falls back onto Bucky's shoulder. "Steve, please."

"You will too once you feel that pussy." Bucky sighs wistfully with another boyish grin, watching Steve's fingers pump in and out of you with his cum on his fingers. You writhe and moan wantonly under both men's touch; Bucky teasing and pinching gently at your nipples and Steve curling his fingers inside your weeping cunt. You know from how your legs tremble that you'll be cumming soon but before you can voice your concern, Steve removes his fingers with a wet pop.

"Fuck, doll, doing so well for us." Steve huffs, taking his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, groaning at the sweet and salty taste of you and Bucky mingled on his fingers.

"I wanna see what Stevie saw when he fills you up," Bucky purrs, cupping your face in his palms, his bright blue eyes boring into yours as you manage a nod. Both men work to together to turn your body around; Steve's large hands ghost up to your hips, lining them up to his cock that prods at your wet folds and Bucky's metal hand in your hair holding you steady, his eyes glued to your face.

"I wanna see those pretty eyes roll back when you cum over him. Think you can do that for me, doll?" Bucky asks. "Think you can cum over Steve's cock too?"

You nod, your voice stuck somewhere in your chest. You don't know what made Bucky jump your bones when you entered his apartment, he was supposed to be sick but you wouldn't trade this for the world right now.

"Good girl." Bucky praises, leaning forward to kiss your lips sweetly. He can't help but to deepen the kiss but he forces himself to sit on his haunches and watch your expression as Steve finally slides into you.

You make a choked whimper, your eyes rolling as promised before your head drops down with heavy breaths, trying to fight the urge to cum as soon as Steve's cock nestles inside you. Steve seems to be having a similar dilemma. His hands grip at your hips with bruising force and he remains still as your pussy walls pulse around his cock and he groans loudly.

Bucky looks pleased by both reactions.

"See? Wha'did I tell ya?" Bucky asks Steve as he lifts your head. "Feels amazing right?"

Steve gives a short "mm" in response, his eyes fluttering closed as your pussy continues to hold him tight. Steve can already feel the tension in his balls, desperate to fill you up like Bucky had.

"I don't think Stevie's gonna last long doll." Bucky teases, earning him a narrowed glance from Steve who hated that Bucky could still read him like a book. Ignoring Steve, Bucky smirks down at you. "And I won't either but I wanna use that mouth of yours."

Sitting up slightly to tap his cock on your bottom lip, Bucky slowly guides your head to his aching cock. The scent of your mixed cum lingers and you open your mouth on impulse, letting Bucky shove inside your mouth with a loud moan.

Steve curses when the force of Bucky’s entry makes you sink back onto him further, your ass smacking against his hips and you moan louder around Bucky, your mouth already struggling to accommodate him and the sensation of being impaled on Steve making your tired pussy throb again.

"Just like that, sweetheart." Bucky coos, stroking your hair as his head tips back in pleasure. "Remember to breathe when Steve starts fucking you."

You hum in acknowledgement, moving your mouth up and down Bucky's cock, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue to taste your multiple orgasms against his hot skin.

Bucky groans loudly, fingers knotting against your hair and when you feel Steve drag his cock out of you, you move your mouth faster. Steve starts slow, sighing happily as he watches your pussy swallow his cock and seeing Bucky's blissed expression as you work his cock.

"You were right, Buck. This pussy is good." Steve huffs, beginning to move his hips faster. You make a muffled gasp as Steve's thrusts force Bucky further down your throat to the point you gag slightly.

At the sound of your guttral moans and gagging around Bucky's cock, Steve's thrusts become harder and faster, the snapping of his balls against your wet cunt fill the room alongside Steve and Bucky's moans and your muffled ones. You can feel your walls clamp down on Steve hard, and you cry out around Bucky's cock, making a poor attempt of warning them both of what was about to happen.

The cord snaps. You cum with a choked groan, sucking desperately at Bucky's cock as Steve fucks you through your orgasm and you soak his cock and the sheets.

"Shit, shit, shit." Steve hisses before bottoming out into your sweet pussy, his cock twitching as he fills you with hot cum. He groans in relief and Bucky shortly follows, pulling out just in time to coat your fucked out face with sticky ropes of cum.

Relaxing back onto his haunches Bucky gives you a dopey grin.

"That's our girl." Bucky praises softly, and you give him a cock-drunk grin in response. Bucky gets to his feet and pads to the bathroom, returning with two warm flannels. He hands one to Steve, before takes his space in front of you again. Gently, Bucky wipes at your face and once you're clean showers you with kisses until you giggle.

Steve slowly removes himself from you; cleaning himself before, with one final appreciative glance at your leaking cunt, brushing the warm flannel against your folds. Bucky helps you to sit up once you're clean, wrapping his arms around you and maneuvering you to lie down in his bed. You're in the middle, Bucky's arms snaked around you and mumbling sweet nothings, praises and sweet kisses as you curl into him. The both of you look happy together and Steve's heart aches just a little.

Whatever Bucky had gotten on that trip seemed to work out for him and, trying not to look to sullen, Steve goes to move from the bed when yours and Bucky's chatter ceases abruptly.

"Where you goin' punk?" Bucky asks, his eyes narrowing. Steve's eyes drop to your wide blinking ones, looking almost distraught as he moves to leave.

"Stay with us." You urge quietly, reaching a hand to Steve. Steve looks at the scene before him, almost picturesque with how you and Bucky are looking at him with caring expressions and your hand outstretched in invitation. His mind races with a million thoughts at once; what happens next? Was this a one time thing or not? Did he want it to be more than a one time accident?

Bucky rolls his eyes and with terrifying speed lunges forward to grab Steve by the wrist and yank him back onto the bed, all three of you in a tangled mess of limbs. You start chuckling first, tired and blissful, pressing a kiss against Steve's cheeks before Bucky joins in. Steve's cheeks are glowing again

"I've made the decision for you." Bucky sighs as Steve shifts onto your other side, barricading you between him and Bucky. "You're staying."

You yawn and cuddle closer to Bucky, blindly reaching for Steve's arm to sling around your waist. "That's a good decision. You can keep Bucky occupied while I'm asleep."

"Occupied how?" Steve asks conceding to your voiceless request and cuddling into you, palm splayed over your heart; feeling your heartbeat slow to a steady quiet rhythm as you slip into sleep.

Bucky chuckles in response and you huff a sleepy grin. Bucky's eyes meet Steve's with an excitable glimmer.

"Oh don't worry Stevie. You'll find out."

A/N: HOO BOY this took longer (and became so much longer) than anticipated. I might come back to edit this more but for now this is where we're at haha. Glad you made it this far! -Love, Grem x

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