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cleenxrestoration · 2 years ago

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bambiesfics · 9 months ago

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Cock in a Gloryhole - Ellie x reader

𝜗𝜚 Author’s notes ✦ public sex, reader deepthroating Ellie’s cock (strap-on), Ellie cums untouched, Ellie yearns for readers lips, very hyper-sexual descriptions. Ellie’s strap is almost exclusively referred to as a cock/dick/etc, pining, missed connection. This is a filthy fic.

Ellie’s a slutty gay and very judgmental.

!!! [please help palestine] !!!

kisses u. ⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡.

Ellie slid her converse off of the toilet handle. The brazen girl fished for her pants’ zipper. She held her cock in one hand, and fought with the zipper with the other. The cheap metal wasn’t fastening over the straps on her hips, it was catching on her harness. “Jesus fuck. Now? Seriously?”

She rolled her eyes and smoothed her bangs down. After a few beats, the bored brunette circled the stall, then slumping against the chipped navy door. Cock in hand, balls barely zipped up. She chuckled to herself, there was probably some stupid fucking metaphor for that out there somehwere. She wasn’t going to step out like that, with the veins of her dick saying “hi” over her half zipped pants? Fuck. No. It wasn’t in the cards. But the zip wasn’t budging. Ellie felt a scowl forming; The kid was pissed. She didn’t have time for this, not now. Not when there was a gorgeous service teller at the center that she’d been mentally undressing for the better part of her visit. A woman who belonged on her knees, in front of Ellie. A woman with the perfect mouth to suck dick clean. Ellie toe’d her converses on the dirty grout lines hatch marked across the tile floor. The repetition of it lulled her into a meditation as she contemplated how to escape this awkward mess she somehow tripped headfirst into. Getting into awkward shit like this was her forté, but the benefits of packing far outweighed the headaches.

The stall next to her swung open, the clacking heels were rhythmic and sharp. Feminine little steps. A woman sat down, and did her business as she hummed. Ellie scaled her eyes along the bathroom wall that separated her and the lady. The wall was grotty. Old and well worn from years of servicing and decades of business. The maintenance was abysmal on its best day, and it made for a pleasant surprise when Ellie’s eyes zero’d in on the hole carved out haphazardly. There were still pieces of drywall sticking out past the lament of duck tape all around the hole. Ellie chuckled grimily, just high enough that the woman paused her rustling once the realization that she wasn’t alone had settled. The prick-fucking developers who were responsible for this project definitely forgot to remodel this bathrooms stalls’ when they added a new male bathroom to the bottom floor of the building. The little glory hole had a glaring missing chunk of ‘wall’ from its separation of the two stalls, and it’d had that for years from the looks of it. It had a bunch of old thin splinters of amber oak and drywall sticking out. The eyesore pointed to the empty hole like a pair of flashing neon arrows pointing to a seedy Las Vegas strip club.

Ellie doubted it got used much, if at all. If any of the prissy women who sat down to release themselves understood why there was a giant fucking hole the size of a two baseballs stacked vertically in their bathroom stall. Nah, Ellie mused. They definitely just kept their gaze straight ahead if they noticed anything amiss. A prim attempt at respecting the other woman’s privacy. Except, the irony was in the fact that, the point of that hole carved in the wall, the hole yelling “FUCK ME,” was to trample all over another stranger’s privacy. To proclaim yourself a king with a heavy cock and see if they’d submit to it.

Ellie stroked her cock, squeezing the base then working her way to the tip, warming it up in her hands. She unzipped the rest of her pants, and let the balls spring free. The balls dropped a little past the zipper, it took the edge off the pressure in her leather jeans. Mmm, now this felt right.

She took a tentative step forward, debating her next step. But then she rolled her anxiety off her back. Undulating those fast twitch muscles that lined her back to stretch and warm, to relax. It wasn’t that serious. Call it “part of the plot,” call it whatever you want. But what Ellie wanted to do was going to be insanely amusing. She needed the amusement if she was gonna be stuck here until her zipper decided to cooperate. Ellie’s converses padded to the wall, it’s toe box lined up with the bottom of it. Nosing against the edge. She lined up her cock with the glory hole and slowly fed the hole inches of her cock, until she bottomed out and her balls were trapped between her hairy pelvis and the wall. She held her breath. Her palms scaled the wall. The woman on the other side gasped, Ellie could only imagine how she clutched her hand to her chest and scrambled to pull her bag up over her shoulder. Ready to run to building security and report the “creep” in the ladies bathroom stall. The creep was Elizabeth “I <3 pussy” Williams with her cock fucking a glory hole. This would make for a hilarious prank to joke about with Jessie later. Jesse would think Ellie was bustin’ his balls, making up some new lie to fuck with his head. And she’d revel in the way his face would drain of colour once he realized she wasn’t.

Ellie grasped the base of her cock and lifted it up a little bit, practically taunting “yoohoo!” With the motion. Letting her heavy shaft say “hi” to the poor woman who was facing it head-on. She grinned again, and prepared herself to tuck her dick back in her pants like a good boy and behave.

But then she heard clothes rustling, and the tug she felt on her harness made her eyes fly open. Her heart rate picked up. Blood was rushing in Ellie’s head. She didn’t actually expect a sweet lady to open up her lips and suck her off. But the eager lips on the other side, started sucking her cockhead before she could process it. The woman bubbled saliva onto Ellie’s tip to aid in the lubrication. Then the lady sucked Ellie’s fat cock in all the way to the hilt, until her nose bumped the soft skin shove Ellie’s groin. All that could be seen were puffy red lips and the tip of the girl's nose. But it made Ellie fucking sprung. Her mind was clouded with raging lust as the moans of “…fuck baby..” whimpered from Ellie’s lips. The rest of the sentence would’ve concluded with “…I didn’t expect you to actually blow me.” If Ellie could think straight.

The girl on the other side of the stall was enthusiastic to have cock in her mouth. She was sucking up and down Ellie’s full length. Using her sloppy saliva to help her lips slide up and down the length. Ellie shoved her pelvis into the wall until both of her hip bones were bruised and beat grinding against the wall. She was greedy to feel more suction. Ellie’s chubby cock had a puffy head, and a fat veiny shaft. Her cock was the color of obsidian, just like Ellie’s harness. And her wrinkly fat balls held her squishy testes. The ones she forced all girls to palm for reality’s sake. For all intents and purposes; this was Ellie’s fucking cock. And so she could feel it when the woman on the other side gagged on her dick so eagerly, it was as if she was desperate for Ellie to paint her throat in warm cum.

Ellie started moaning the more she heard the woman on the other side gag on her. She could just imagine the way her dick was creating an imprint in her throat, sliding down and bulging. Ellie was large, she’d seen her do that to a girl before. She couldn’t help but whimper at the image of a sweet girl impaling her dainty throat around Ellie’s thick piece, in a seedy business bathroom. God what a beautiful fucking piece of ass must on the other side of the stall. A girl with the lips of a killer, sloppy and greedy. Hungry to suck off a creep. Probably with a perfect vagina to match; a hole just as sloppy, just as greedy. A hole only fit for a King to thrust into. Good thing Ellie thought of herself as a King too. Ellie decided, as she watched your red lips deepthroat her length, that the very moment the girl on her knees was done digging her tongue into Ellie’s cock slit, she’d knock down the door of the stall you were in, and ram into your glossy pussy over the toilet. You would coat Ellie’s cock in the sticky saliva held inside your puffy little hole too. Two sets of lips for Ellie to abuse.

Ellie bit her fist to prevent herself from choking out a moan. God. You popped your lips off, and stroked up Ellie’s dick with your little fist. Up and down and up and down, before you put it back in your mouth to deepthroat one more time. You wanted to nose against the pale girl's skin again, feel her bush tickle the tip of your nose. Smell the soft patch of hair, the salt of her skin. The sexy art of her bush and happy trail. Ellie yelled out a hoarse “Fuck-k!” And you could tell she came. She soaked her black Klein boxers. Maybe she came from those eager motions grinding her harness against her swollen pink clit. Or maybe she came untouched, hole spasming scarily just because of how aroused Ellie was by you. You placed a gentle kiss on her cockhead with your red lips. Ellie bit down her fist, hard. She broke skin, and drew blood.

If you could’ve, you would’ve loved to have Ellie’s real cum dribbling down your tongue instead. You stood up to pull your panties flush against your plump cunt. Finished with your prior business. There was slick dripping in between all of your puffy folds, and you knew your panties would stay wet the entire rest of the day from just the way they were suctioned to your cunt alone.

You stepped out to wash your hands, heels clacking with an air of comportment. You waited for the girl whose cock you inhaled, to come out of the stall and address you. But she never came. Her back was pressed against the wall. Instead she slid down to collect herself. So you fixed your blouse, hid your cleavage, touched up your smeared lipstick after rubbing it all off on Ellie, and massaged your nipples so they wouldn’t poke so prominently through your blouse. You shimmied in your tight skirt and clacked out of the bathroom. Leaving the girl hiding in the stall, to catch her breath and will the staccato of her heartbeat away. Ellie wasn’t new to coming untouched, but coming from the visuals and motion of a stranger sucking her cock clean? That — that was a new one. She gulped and adjusted her boxers, because fucking Christ, they were heavily soaked from her own slick. With shaky hands the pale girl fished for her leather pants zipper. Pleading with the bitchy, cheap, metallic hardware over and over, until it finally pulled all the way up.

A rapid river of relief washed over Ellie, she couldn’t afford to be stuck in there anymore. Ellie stumbled out of the washroom, hoping to find you. She snapped her head back and forth, then stumbled around in circles trying to catch a flash of sloppy red lips. She thought of going to people and asking if they’d seen a lady with puffy red lips strut by. But then thought better of it. The idea sounded dumb as rocks, even to her own horned-out brain. Ellie rubbed her cock through her pants, feeling phantom sucks from memory. You were burned in her brain, forget the cute teller from earlier. You were her new Madonna, her new whore.

In your honour, she’d stroke her g-spot to a hot strap blowjob video tonight, to keep the memory of your filthy cocksucking mouth fresh.

Ellie hoped if there ever was a next time in that glory hole for her, that you’d line your little greedy hole right up in front of the glory hole in the stall, so Ellie could make you drip your cream down her cock. She’d love to pull her dick out of you, just to marvel at the beautiful rings of milk wrapped around her veiny shaft from your own sopping cunt. Ellie savored the idea of the screams she’d rip out of you, the cries and pleads you’d wail for her ears only. She’d rip you apart, and that would be the fucking cherry on top of her fucking birthday cake.

If she got the cake, she’d love to write “Ellie ‘Hung’ Williams” on the face of it just for shits.

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thunderheadfred · 8 months ago

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turns out Ikea is having a huge sale on bathroom fixtures and the set-up I've wanted for like six years was heavily discounted AND actually in stock so I just ordered it and guess who might actually get their much-wanted bathroom remodel before the baby comes??????

we've put it off forever because I always assumed it would be way too much work and money, but actually there are some really reasonable options, as long as we just say "fuck tile" and replace all the cracking grout and nastiness with vinyl sheet and a quick plop-in tub/shower surround kit. Not too expensive, will only take a few days if we just plow through it, and it will drastically improve our home equity AND my post-partum quality of life, lmfao

(yes it is greige, but that's very sellable and in the meantime I will decorate with fun colors)

Tub on the opposite wall, so not pictured, but I'm gonna insulate a new fiberglass tub and bathe in it SO HARD after years of shivering my butt off in ceramic lolololol

Well, I'm throwing in the towel re: trying to find a house, at least for now. I managed to convince Dad to move in with us short-term. Our goal is still to find a multigenerational house and move everybody in together in the next year or two. But my pregnant brain just can't deal with the market AND school; it's too much and I need to sleep.

We're gonna use the summer to wait for market to hopefully (?????) cool down, or maybe (?????) the Biden campaign promise of step-up housing incentives becomes real in the fall, or... whatever. Hopefully something improves, and we still have a country in November. Maybe the perfect house just drops out of the sky on me like Dorothy.

Till then, Dad will help us re-do the last of the things that need done here to bring the equity of our townhouse up to *chef's kiss* level, and it'll give him plenty of much-needed projects to focus on. We can all save some money, he can help with baby once she arrives in July, and I can keep going to school, ideally.

And I can continue with my original garden plan for this spring, haha

#our bathroom has been perfectly livable!!! I'm not complaining #this is definitely a want and not a need #really the only major issue is that the tile work was poorly done and the grout has started to fail #both in the shower surround AND on the floor #to the point where every time I clean things just... disintegrate #it's been poorly “repaired” by previous owners and just isn't worth trying to salvage again #TIME TO DESTROY IT #and fix whatever water damage (hopefully) is not in the walls

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thefreakandthehair · 1 year ago

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The tile floor is disgusting.

Not Starcourt disgusting, but disgusting all the same. Grime build-up colors the grout lines, the back of his head is damp from condensation that drips down the sink he’s resting against, and there’s a damp spot beneath his left calf that he sincerely hopes is just the aftermath of someone washing their hands. A single lightbulb hangs in the center of the ceiling, dim but not flickering.

Thank God, it’s not flickering.

It’s not the place to have a meltdown— he knows it’s not— but rationality is just the latest in the ever- growing list of things fighting the Upside Down took from him. After all, the dingy basement bathroom of a stranger’s house party is better than the densely populated living room of a stranger’s house party.

He wishes Robin was with him, but he can’t bring himself to tear her away from the first real party she’s enjoyed. It’s not her fault that crowds set him on edge these days, or that he can’t stand the feeling of unfamiliar bodies pressing against him anymore, or that small talk about how humid it’s been lately makes him want to rip his hair out because how can anyone possibly give a fuck about the weather when the world nearly ended six months ago? No one outside of the group he’s come with gets it and he wonders if even in that group, even with the people he’s bled with, if he’s an outlier.

No one saw him sneak down here.

He’s not expecting anyone to come looking for him.

He should’ve known better.

“Steve?” A voice whispers from outside the door. “Steve, it’s me. Open the door.”

Robin. Of course.

Steve drags a hand down his face, hovering near his nose where his fingers tremble at the bridge, and lets out a deep exhale before reaching over and unlocking the door.

Wordlessly, he rights himself against the sink again as Robin locks the door behind her and sits cross-legged next to him. Silence sits with them, a welcome guest now with Robin’s comforting presence, her head tipping to lean on his shoulder and his falling to rest on hers.

They sit like this for long moments, silence and the scent of Robin’s strawberry shampoo grounding him in the present. There’s no emergency, no threat, not when Robin is safe and clean and warm right next to him.

Finally, he breaks the stillness. “You don’t have to sit here, you can go back to the party. It’s fucking gross down here.”

“It’s way more gross upstairs without you there.”

“Oh c’mon, everyone’s up there. Eddie, Nancy, Argyle, Jonathan. Vickie.” He looks down and grins, one eyebrow quirked up.

Robin rolls her eyes playfully and gently elbows him in the side. “Shut up, oh my God. She’ll be there when we go back up or I can call her tomorrow. Besides, she’s with Nancy and Jonathan looking for you.”

“Looking for me? Fuck, I didn’t think anyone would notice—”

Robin pats his thigh and cuts him off. “It’s fine, they all know you’re okay but we just didn’t wanna leave you alone in the Brain Tornado.”

“Brain Tornado?” Steve asks.

“Argyle’s words, not mine. But it’s fitting, don’t you think?”

Steve contemplates for a few seconds, considering the years worth of fighting and hoping and living that spin him around in untethered and unpredictable circles.

“Yeah, yeah it is.” Steve sighs. “How’d you know where I was anyways?”

“I know you.” Robin says, simple and matter of fact, as if it’s not the best response he could’ve gotten. She readjusts her position to stretch out both legs in front of her and Steve reminds himself that they’re both in jeans and not Scoops uniforms.

“I just don’t know how to fucking relate to people anymore, Rob. And the crowds, if something were to happen and I couldn’t get to the bat in my trunk fast enough, or get to you or Nancy or Eddie—”

“Hey, it’s okay, we’re all okay,” Robin rubs her thumb in soothing circles into his bicep with her opposite hand. “We’re safe. We won. It’s gone.”

She says this like an oath and Steve wants to swear to it. It’s just hard.

“I know. But it’s still… I don’t know. This huge thing happened and no one else knows, so we’re in this sea of people who have no idea we all nearly died six months ago? And they look at me like I’m still Party King Steve Harrington when that guy did eat it three years ago.” His heart begins to slow and he sighs, less anxious and more confused.

“I’m not gonna pretend I know what to say to that because you’re right, but there are at least five other people here right now who get it. And we’re the lucky sons of bitches, getting to know the Real Steve Harrington anyways.”

Steve can’t help the delicate thing that blooms in his chest when he’s reminded of the odd little family he’s built around himself. Or, in some cases, that forcibly built themselves around him.

“Besides,” Robin smirks and Steve immediately knows what’s coming, telepathic communication and all. “Some people upstairs really like the Real Steve Harrington. And he might be going a little insane looking for you outside with Argyle.”

“Shut up, oh my God.” He mimics her tone from earlier and drapes an arm around her shoulders, his voice softening. “We’ll go up in a few minutes?”

He doesn’t need to say it. Steve knows Robin hears what he means.

Just a few more minutes with you, and then I can face the world.

happy (sorta belated) birthday to @stobinesque! I know I already sent this so it's not technically late but the last couple days have been a little wild so I'm just late to posting. <333

#steve harrington & robin buckley #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #st fic #steddie #myblurbs #platonic soulmatism my beloved #stobin

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widowbitessting · 1 year ago

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Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:6

Polite Reminder That All My Work - Especially For Sugar Mommies - Is 18+! Minors Do Not Interact.

“Hey darling, are you busy?”

You look up at Carol with a glare, pink barbie toothbrush in your sweaty palm; white bristles blackened from the grout you were being made to clean.

You bite back the urge to swear at her, instead opting to force a toothy smile to your face.

“Not really no, why?”

Carol, ever so smug, leans against the door frame with her arms crossed.

“Are you sure, kitten? You seemed hard at work when I came in.”

“What do you want, Carol?” You can’t help the bite in your words.

You’re really not in the mood.

“Oh stop pouting, princess; you earned this punishment yourself.”

She may have a point there.

Carol continues on, “I warned you not to push me. And what did you do?”

“I didn’t listen, obviously.”

“Lose the attitude or I’ll have you clean the sidewalk too.”

“…sorry.”

A raised eyebrow makes you continue your apology.

“Sorry Captain, I’ll stop being a brat.”

“There’s my good girl.” Carol crouches in front of you, balancing perfectly on the tip of her toes. You really have to fight the temptation to push her over.

God. Your inner brat is thriving.

“Tell me, my good thing. When do your classes finish?”

You brush some loose strands of hair from your glistening forehead.

“Finish? For break?”

“No love, when do you finish for the weekend?”

“Oh!”

“And did I say you could stop working? You’re still in your punishment, darling.”

You automatically go back to scrubbing, pushing the bristles of the toothbrush into the cracks between the tiles a little more harder than needed.

“Answer the question, baby. I know that dumb brain struggles to comprehend simple questions sometimes but c’mon; I know you can do it.”

“I…” You have to wrack your brain to think, “Wednesday. I think. I’m sure my Friday classes are cancelled.”

“Think you can find out before the end of the day for me baby girl?”

You look up at Carol and nod.

“Sure. Why the rush?”

“I’m thinking of whisking you away after your last class until Monday. Does that sound good?”

“A holiday?”

“A mini one, yes.”

You jump up and grab Carol into a hug, toothbrush clattering to the floor behind you.

She wraps her arms firmly around you.

“Where are we going?”

“Do you really want me to tell you or do you want it to be a surprise?”

You don’t do well with surprises.

At all.

“Just tell me!” You pause. “Please.”

“Such a good girl, using her manners.” Carol presses a kiss to your nose. “I’m taking you to go and see Nat and Wanda.”

You squeal so loudly you’re sure only dogs can hear it.

Carol seems to be prepared for it as she doesn’t wince, instead choosing to grin down at you.

You’re all but vibrating with excitement.

“We’re going to see them?!”

“Yes, sugar. Thought the news would cheer you up. Get you to stop pouting.”

“I wasn’t…” You trail off, fighting the urge to push out your bottom lip.

“Yes you were, my darling. Such a pouty little baby, hmm?”

She’s doing this deliberately.

You’re already in trouble - your current predicament proves this - and Carol probably has another two, if not three, punishments already thought out.

You’re really stumped at how to reply.

Mercifully, Carol decides she has toyed with you enough.

“How about this: the sooner you finish your punishment, the sooner you can speak to Natasha and Wanda. I’m about to go and call them to discuss our trip…it’d be a shame if you were too busy pouting and being grumpy to speak to them, wouldn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Get scrubbing, little girl.”

“But I’ve only done half!”

“Scrub fast.”

She leaves you and the bathroom and you can only stare after her.

A second later, you hear her shout, “They have a present for you too, bunny!”

You perk up at the mere mention of a gift.

“A present?” You call out, peering out of the doorway as Carol saunters away.

“Mhm. although, if you’re not there on the call with them then they might just return it…”

You know she’s lying.

Heck, a toddler would be able to tell she’s lying.

“You’re bluffing.”

Carol turns to look at you.

Her face is smug.

So.

Freaking.

Smug.

“Try me sugar; see where that gets you.”

It’s safe to say, you never want to clean grout ever again.

Your knees are throbbing, back sore like an 80 year old woman who's worked every day of her life; and you’ve cracked enough nails to know that Carol can pay for your next manicure appointment.

You might even throw a pedicure and a chiropractic appointment in there too.

But does that stop you barrelling out of the bathroom at full speed, with the toothbrush clattering behind you?

No.

It does not.

When you stumble into the room, Carol is saying her goodbyes and is about to press the hang up button.

“I’m here!”

“Timing on that, baby girl; you almost lost your present.”

You go to tear her phone from her hand but Carol moves it just out of your reach.

“Say please.”

“Please, Captain.”

“Good girl,” she pecks your cheek and hands you the phone. “You talk to them and I’ll inspect your work. Make sure you didn’t cheat and take any shortcuts.”

“I’m offended you’d ever assume I’d do that.”

The smirk on your face makes Carol roll her eyes and tap your nose.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Okay! The bathroom is glistening.” You say. “Take your shoes off!”

The faint “No!” has you giggling as you place Carol’s phone against your ear.

“Hi!”

“Well hello, naughty girl.” Natasha’s voice fills your ear.

Your smile is officially cemented to your face.

“I -”

There really isn’t any point in denying it.

“Yeah.”

Natasha tuts at you.

“My, my, what are we going to do with you, hmm? A good grout scrubbing is a fairly decent punishment…but I know for a fact if I asked you to FaceTime us right now…you’d be smiling. You haven’t learnt your lesson, have you, kitten?”

“…I have…kind of.”

“Mhm. That really is believable.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Then switch this to a FaceTime kitten. Prove me wrong.”

Those final three words really are like the nail in your coffin.

They grate down your bratty side, taunting and teasing you, and it makes your eye twitch.

There’s no denying that Natasha did it purposely.

In fact, you know she did.

She knows how it works on you.

Knows that you’ll be her good little submissive and do as she says.

Natasha knows you better than yourself at times.

Which is why, the second you press the FaceTime icon on the screen, you know you’ve made a huge mistake.

Natasha’s perfectly beautiful face comes into view, as does Wanda’s.

You can see them.

And they can see you.

Your eyes automatically lower in submission, smile sliding off your face.

It doesn’t go unmissed by Natasha, eyebrow raising slightly as a smug smirk forms on her lips.

“Well, hello there, little brat.”

“Hi…”

“Use my title.”

Your brain takes a second to buffer.

“Your…huh?” You risk a peek up and quickly look away again.

“My title. Just like I trained you to do.”

“...daddy.”

“Now use it in a sentence. Go on, kitten.”

“..hi daddy.”

“There we go, pet. That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Natasha says, “we miss you, pumpkin.”

All humiliation is quickly forgotten.

“I miss you two, too.”

“But we will see you soon!” Wanda shouts, jumping up and down. “Wednesday, Carol says.”

“That’s in like 3 days!” You let out an excited squeal and flop down onto the bed, your h/c hair fanning out around your head. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“Well there might be something to help…ease your tension, baby girl.” Natasha says. “Check under the bed for me?”

You had completely forgotten about the gift.

“Oh!”

You leave them on the bed as you dive underneath, snatching the gift bag before resurfacing with it clamped tightly in your hands.

“I love presents!”

“We know you do, baby.” Natasha smiles.

“Open it, I can’t wait to see what you think!” Ever Wanda the impatient one.

You tear into, gift paper soaring over your head and as you reach into the bag, you tilt your head in confusion.

“What is it?”

You inspect the wrapped package.

“It’s a toy.” Natasha says.

“A toy?”

Looking back at this moment, you’re ashamed of how long it takes your brain to connect the dots and figure out what kind of toy it is.

“What? Like a My Little Pony?”

“No but it’s something else you can ride.” Wanda says with such a straight face, her joke washes over you.

“Oookay…”

You tear the paper open and all but drop the box as if it electrocutes you, when your eyes see the word ‘g-spot’.

“Oh my god.”

You’re red. Blushing crimson as you hastily cover your face and let out an embarrassed laugh.

“You owe me $5.” Wanda says smugly. “I knew she wouldn’t act cocky.”

“Is that what I think it is?” You mumble, still hiding behind your hands.

“A sex toy?” Natasha says. “Yes, yes it is. We want you to try it out for us. Now.”

That makes you peek up through your fingers.

“Now?”

“Yes, baby. Now. We haven’t had the time to play with you in so long. We miss you.”

“I - I miss you but, on camera?”

“You can do that for us, can’t you?” Natasha is staring at you. “If you’re uncomfortable, remember your signals, my love.”

“I - I’m okay, I just…”

“Shy?” Wanda asks.

You look at the toy again and can’t help but smile in embarrassment.

“...yeah…”

“It’s just us, baby girl.” Wanda says. “You’re with us, you’re safe.”

“Why don’t you open the box, hmm?” Natasha suggests, “have a look at what we got you.”

Your hands are shaking.

Because why wouldn’t they?

The item is pink.

Soft to touch, incredibly soft in fact.

You keep the toy on your lap, so the two women watching you intently can’t see it.

“It’s big.”

“It’ll fit, don’t worry. Once you’re worked up and ready to take it, it’ll fit.”

“Can you read the name out for me?” Natasha asks.

You quickly look up and meet their eyes.

“Why?”

“Because I’m selfish and I love to see my baby girl blush, that’s why.”

You push your face into your hands in an attempt to hide.

“The G -”

“Nu-uh.” Natasha stops you. “Let us see that beautiful face.”

You shake your head.

“No?”

You shake your head again.

“Look at me and say no. Go on, detka.”

“I…can’t.”

“And why not?”

“‘Cos…”

“Wow, such a good reply. Stumped us there, baby girl.” Wanda’s reply makes you smirk, even though you try your hardest not to.

“Now you’re ignoring orders?” Natasha’s voice wipes the smirk clean off your face. “Look at me and repeat what you said. Last chance, Y/N.”

“Hey!” Your head snaps up and you shoot the redhead a glare before quickly looking away. “Don’t full name me!”

“She just did, sugar. Answer her. Now.”

You - somehow - manage to drag your eyes to Natasha and for one brief second, you hold her gaze.

And then quickly look down.

Submitting.

“That’s what I thought.” Natasha licks her lips. “Now show your doms your beautiful face so we can see that pretty little blush.”

You do as you’re told, even if your bottom lip is sticking out a little.

“There she is.” Natasha smiles. “Our blushing beauty.”

“I’m not b -” You sigh. “Okay, fine, I am.”

“And we love it.” Wanda says. “Think you can read it out for us?”

“Signal in, detka.” Natasha orders.

“Green…I’m just…”

“Shy, we know, my love, we know. But you’re okay. If you don’t want to read it out you don’t have to.”

“I want to. Believe me, I do.”

“Go for it then, sweetie. At your own pace.”

“The…um…the G-Spot Massager…”

“God, you’re such a good girl.” Natasha coos. “You did so well for us, honey.”

“Do you think you wanna try it out for us?” Wanda asks.

You meet their eyes.

“Yes.”

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multiwreckedmess · 25 days ago

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Kinktober Day 19

Prompt: Shower Sex Pairing: bf!Jongho x fem!reader WC: 2k Summary: Some days are more difficult than others. Sometimes its weeks. Jongho’s here to take care of at least, some, of your needs.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Jongho or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

Additional TW/CW below the cut.

TW/CW: depression/depressive symptoms, unprotected sex. Honestly pretty soft and domestic.

“So you just need someone to just sit? With you? In the bathroom?”

You can’t look at him, tracing the grout of the tiles in the bathroom floor with your eyes you simply nod. It was not something you wanted to admit to anyone, much less your boyfriend. Strong, competent, fearless, Jongho filled in all the parts your couldn’t find in yourself. Fit together like two puzzle pieces. “Can I help more than that?” Jongho asks further. He’s cautious as he studies you. Unusually small and demure, used to your glowing smile and boisterous laugh, it’s a stark contrast that he’s only started to reconcile. You shrink in almost imperceptibly, keyword being almost. “I can run the water, make sure it’s the right temperature.”

The gentle offer brings tears to your eyes, a weird weight settling in the space between your shoulders. “No, I can-” you start to sigh, but he’s already moving to do it. It’s embarrassing, you should be able to do this yourself. Everyone else can do this themselves. Jongho grounds himself, arm crossing over and blocking you just enough to make his point known. “Let me.”

The only noise in the bathroom is the thundering of the water against the semi-opaque shower door and tile. Jongho sits dutifully on the closed lid of the toilet, stripped down to a pain loose tank top and shorts, humming to himself. The steamy room feels good against his vocal chords, coating them in a warm layer of hydration. “I’m sorry I’m like this,” you manage to say above the water. “No, this is good for me. All the humidity helps with the winter air and all.” Your blurred form nods behind the glass. He can’t help but notice not much in the way of cleaning has gotten done. Mostly you seem to be standing there, back to the water, letting it cascade off your back. He wishes he would’ve known. Stripping down, he opens the door to your shocked expression. “I need to shower too, might as well save the water,” he says as he closes the door. The space is tiny, made smaller with two bodies. Jongho hugs you to him as he bumps you out of the jet of water, your body tensing and shivering. “Cold,” you whine, burying yourself in his embrace. “Then hug me tighter,” he smirks as you continue to pout. The streams of water are mostly blocked by him, droplets falling from his hair between you. Everything is slippery and sticky at the same time, his lips on your cheek mesh with the heat of the shower, the only difference is the pressure with which they press to you. “Let me wash your hair.” You continue to cling to him as he twists to reach the bottle of shampoo, muscles tensing and relaxing as he pumps the soap into his palm. The pads of his fingers rake through your hair, massaging into your scalp, every little sensation tingling and buzzing. Naturally your head tilts back and up, arms still hanging off him to steady yourself as you melt into his ministrations. Jongho watches intently as your expression softens, mouth hanging loose as tiny instinctive moans escape as easily as you breathe. It’s not unlike the face you make as you cum, eyes slid back, lost to some deeper pleasure. He tries not to notice how similar it is, showering together was meant to be the main plot, not a sidequest. A twitch of interest presses indecently against your hip, despite his repeated internal reminders.

“We need to wash it out, honey,” he murmurs, warm arms wrapping around your waist. A slow stumbled waltz to swap places occurs as he turns you under the shower head, letting the water run clear behind you. You groan so loudly he giggles. “Feels good?” “Maybe.” You can’t help but smile. When he laughs he does so with his entire chest, the shake reverberates the spaces between your molecules, rearranging you imperceptibly. One eye squinting open you see him, smiling and studying your face, eyes wide and brows soft. How can a pair of eyes hold love like? And do yours? Your smile shifts, lower lip quivering. His brows furrow. Forehead bumping against his, noses pressed, you kiss him. It’s wet, from the shower mostly. “I love you so much, bear.”

“Oh honey, I know.” He whispers against your lips. You barely notice how he maneuvers the two of you again, a palmful of conditioner working carefully to the tips of your strands as he litters your wet face with more pecks. His lips fill where his words won’t but you appreciate the simplicity. Actions over words and he’s a man on the move. The condition makes your bodies slip against each other easily as it washes over you. Normally you’d let it sink into your hair but you’ll forgive this break from routine.

The tile is cold against your back as he props you against it, your whines of protest drowned out by the splatter of water. Washcloth and soap. He smiles as he hold your arm extended from your body, suds making small concentric circles on your skin all the way up to your shoulder and across your chest. The warm and the cool meet and curl together all the way down to your toes. Jongho loves watching you like this, measuring how his hands affect your body. Feeling how your lungs hold at the top of your inhale as his thumb brushes over your erect nipple. How slowly you exhale, stomach tensing as he follows the trails of soap down center. A guise of cleanliness coats his slow and methodical rub along your skin. After all, all he wanted was for you to feel better, clean or not. “You’re wet,” he smirks as you tremble. “We’re in the shower,” you bit back a moan as his hand slides between your thighs. “Of course I’m wet.” Your eyes practically roll back in your head as he kneels on the hard tile, round eyes peering up at you, knowing exactly what he was doing. “If it’s just the water then why are your knees pressed together like this. You know I can’t wash you properly like that.” You barely move an inch before his patience wanes, shoulder sliding its way between your thighs, almost letting you rest on him. The soft skin of your inner thigh is easily tickled by his breath, teased by the tender way his lips caress you. Jongho takes his time, he has nothing but patience now as you squirm. The water beats against his back as his hands keep you pinned in place. Your small frustrated huffs have him grinning from ear to ear as his eyes flick up to watch your expression morph into a pout. “Bear…”you whine, eyes closed with your head back to the tile. “Washing?” “Want me to grab the loofah, honey?” Panic strikes you as you grab for him, “no! Just…touch…please…” Jongho knows he has you then as your fingers search for a place to grasp, carding through his drenched hair. “I thought I was touching you,” he giggles.

Your pouting intensifies, shaking your hips in mock anger. “Touch more!” He leans into you, eyes locked as he finally kisses the top of your folds. Two fingers circle the right muscles of your entrance flexing responsively at his touch, accepting them eagerly as he pushes them slowly but surely inside. “Is this touching enough?” He smiles slyly as he feels you clench and moan. Flicking his tongue over your clit suddenly, you shriek in surprise and delight, thighs tightening around him. Playfully he slaps your inner thigh, “if you squirm like that you’ll slip and fall.” “Jjong!” You tremble as his fingers continue to scissor within you, stretching you open slowly as he watches you. To be loved like he loves you is overwhelming, your head leaned back and eyes squeezed shut, any other stimulus too much to bear.

He picks you up so casually you almost don’t feel your legs lift as he places them around his waist. Arms circling his neck, he’s strong and sturdy as you hold on with your back to support against the tile wall. Water drips from the tip of his nose, landing with a cool splat on your shoulder. Each breath squeezes your back tighter to the wall as he slowly pushes up and into you until he’s seated snugly inside. “Is this okay honey? Are you okay?” Jongho mumbles into your shoulder as he peppers it with tiny pecks. You clench around him, adjusting to the intrusion. “Yeah, I missed you.” Your voice is breathy, barely heard over the water hitting the tiles. His arms snake carefully under your thighs, palms cradling your buttocks. By the dynamic tension in your arms, the stabilization of the wall, and power in his thighs, Jongho slowly pulls from you, testing a shallow thrust. The force of gravity presses him deeper, tip pressing into your cervix, stirring in your gut. You groan loudly, involuntarily, rumbling through your intertwined bodies. Jongho pulls back farther this time, fucking into you a bit harder as you squeal. His hands dig into your soft flesh as he guides each well calculated thrust. The heat of the shower, the heat of your sex, the squeeze of your walls, it’s almost drowned out by the white noise of the droplets hitting his and your skin. Nothing matters but this moment. Nothing outside of the tile and glass. Legs shaking a wracked cry escapes your throat as your fingernails dig into his shoulders. You try not to leave marks most of the time. Most. At least he dresses conservatively anyway so when you forget nothing much changes for him. Panting he pauses, pushing fully into you and pressing into the wall. “You okay honey?” His voice is calm but carries the undercurrent of worry. Some days you wish he would care less. “Its…much…need…down,” you voice shakes. “Fuck it feels so much.” You manage to mutter as your feet hit the tile again. Jongho kisses your cheek, it leaves salty residue on his lips. “You wanna stop? I can-” You shake your head, slightly nuzzling him with a resolute no. “Just gotta go quick, i’m getting wrinkly,” you sniff and giggle. Nothing is funny, it’s mostly to let him know you’re okay. You’re okay with this. You want this. He’s forcefully in his appreciation, spinning you and pulling your ass flush with his hips, grinding his length against you. “I can do quick, if that’s what you need.” “I do. I need.” Those words are all it takes to convince him. Breasts smashed into the wall he fucks into you at a brutal pace. He tries his best to cushion your skin, arms wrapped around your body. Even when you ask him to care less he guards you from what he can. Soft and slippery, he buries his nose in your back, sporadically kissing the slight imperfections that litter your skin. Marks where lovers in your past life kissed you. Maybe in the next life they’d be bolder and brighter with his love added. Walls clenching around him you milk his climax unintentionally as they spasm. The blossoming warmth in your gut spreads outwards like a glow. Jongho pulls from you with a groan and lets the white sticky remnants streak your thighs as they continue to shake, holding you until he’s sure you’re steady. All is calm, all is love. You’re warm and washed and while he can’t fix everything he can make sure of that.

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