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reyalvr · 7 months ago

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SHE'S MINE | 01

I'M ALL IN, I CAN'T REVERSE IT-

synopsis ┊ thrust into the spotlight, ken sato had easily become the next big thing tokyo had seen in decades. alongside his fame came the inevitable string of rumors, of which sprung forth scandals and discrediting information against his image. of course the obvious and most rational solution would be to address them like every other celebrity, but this was ken sato; nothing would ever be rational with him, which is how you wound up with a ring on your finger and the sato name in your papers.

genre ┊ fake dating, fake marriage, idiots-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, slight angst, chaotic fluff, mild smut

pairing ┊ ken sato x fem-PA!reader, ken sato x fake-wife!reader

warnings ┊ mild cursing, eventual smut, mentions of alcohol, all events in ultraman: rising take place a year after kenji moves back to japan

word count ┊ 3.2k

author’s note ┊ WOOHOO part one finally out! thank you so much for all the love on the prologue, it made me so motivated to make this as good as possible hehe >.< each chapter title is based off of a lyric in my writing playlist for this series, lmk if you guys would like me to drop it ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶. happy reading!

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KEN KNEW HE WAS IN DEEP SHIT. Knee deep, even. If you asked him what was going through his head thirty seconds ago, he wouldn’t be able to tell you even if he wanted to. Everything that happened next was a blur- from shaking hands with the host to walking back to his dressing room, it felt like he was operating on autopilot. Who wouldn’t be, though? He had just announced to the world that he was officially taken; that he was off the market- hooked. Of course, it wouldn’t have been a problem if it were true…

But it wasn’t.

He had just lied to an audience of a hundred people- not to mention the millions throughout the various streaming platforms the show was being aired on. His nails dug into his palm as he neared his dressing room, the bold, black letters of his name growing larger and larger each step he took. His heart was pounding, and he swore he felt chill down his spine the moment he opened the door. No one could blame him though, not if they knew the inevitable wrath they were about to face.

You were stood there, eyes narrowed and resting all your weight on your hip. Your arms were crossed, your lips were pursed. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, staring at each other as you waited for the other to speak up. Ken swallowed nervously, tapping his foot as he tried formulating an explanation. He wasn’t entirely sure as to why he was so overstrung, it was just you. Why should he be terrified of your scolding on his recent screw up?

“Special someone, huh?” You said through your teeth, finally breaking the tense silence in the room. “So special that nobody on your team knew of her prior to your public love confession?”

Ah. That was why. The way you were able to see right through him scared him sometimes. He never outwardly showed his reactions, though- at least he tried not to. He cleared his throat before finally moving to plop down on the couch, doing his damndest not to show his jitters.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. I lied, so what?” He replied, his cocky tone masking the unsureness in his words. “It’s not the first time I’ve done it.”

Strike one. As if you couldn’t have been any more pissed off, that seemed to be the tipping point. You paused before letting out a deep breath, circling around him. He closed his eyes when he knew you were behind him, and he waited for you to berate him; to remind him of the consequences of his actions. He waited, but it never came. He opened one eye, and he relaxed when you moved to sit on the opposite couch. He was spared… for now.

“What, no scolding?” He decided to test, tilting his head to the side as he watched you.

You only let out a small laugh, and somehow that was worse than any scolding he’d ever received from you. You were oddly calm, like all your anger had just melted away. Leaning forward, you slid an enclosed piece of paper across the table towards him.

“Can you guess what this is, Ken?” You ask, your eyes finally looking back up to meet his.

Ken knew not to answer. He was ready to spit out some witty reply, but the look in your eyes told him that this was going to go down another route; one that he definitely didn’t want to aggravate.

“It’s my resignation letter.” You say nonchalantly, causing him to straighten up once more. “I keep it handy.”

Resignation letter? Was this real? Were you actually going to quit over this? He opened his mouth to speak up but quickly shut it when you maintained your soul-searching gaze. He tried to relax, yet the furrow in his eyebrows seemed to stay as you continued on.

“I’m going to be very clear on what’s going to happen next, Ken.” You say, resting your arms on your knees. “This will be the last time I help you clear up a mishap. After everything is settled, I’m gone.”

Gone. His eyes widened slightly, the palms of his hands starting to get clammy. He let out a light, nervous laugh, looking at you as if you had just said something absurd. Which, in his defense, you sort of did. Again, he had no idea why this news was so shocking to him, seeing as you’d only worked under him for a year and a half. Surely he couldn’t have been that terrible, right? He stared at the folded paper in front of him before speaking up.

“What, uh, what do you mean gone?” He asked through a breathy laugh. “Gone like a break or something? I’m happy to give you one-”

“Gone as in I quit.” You cut him off, standing up as you adjusted the sleeves of your shirt. “Like I said, this is the last time I clean up your mess, Ken Sato.”

You moved to walk away, but he quickly caught your arm. “Woah, hold on a sec,” He stood up, looking down at you with stunned eyes. “Quit? C’mon, [Y/N] I know I screwed up but you can’t just leave me hanging like this-”

You scoffed at him then, yanking your arm out of his grasp. “Oh I can’t leave you hanging, huh? Tell me, Ken, how many times have I saved your ass in the last eighteen months I’ve been working for you, hm?”

He swallowed dryly as he tried to recall. He was used to having his name on headlines, most especially after his move last year. He couldn’t go five seconds without seeing his ads pop up on his platforms, hell he couldn’t even go five blocks without seeing a billboard with his face on it. Which all brought him back to one thing: not one negative scandal under his name. With you, he was perfect; jack of all trades in the MLB and the internet’s favorite spokesperson.

Shit. Strike two.

You only hummed in response once you read over his expression. “Exactly. So the next time you even think about downplaying my job, remember how I was the reason for your recent success.”

Ken was at a loss for words. Rarely was he ever left speechless, he always seemed to have a response ready for anything. But now was definitely not one of those times. He watched as you bent down to retrieve that dreaded letter, and you shoved it into his chest before moving to finally walk past him.

“Our flight leaves tomorrow at five a.m, I'll see you in the lobby at three.” You say, not so much as sparing him a glance as you fixed your bag.

He managed to let out a quiet ‘okay’, gripping onto your letter tightly as he watched you pack up. Damn Ken, you really did it this time, didn’t you? He thought to himself, wondering how- or rather, if he would be able to make things right with you. For the first time in his career, he was thinking about someone else other than himself.

“Oh and Ken,” You say, breaking him out of his dazed stance.

“Hm?” He hummed out, averting his gaze to be level with yours.

“You had better pray that the next assistant you get is half as good as I am.” You said before closing the door, leaving him alone in his dressing room. All of a sudden it felt… quiet. Too quiet. He sighed, dropping down on the couch once more before closing his eyes and masking his face with his hands.

Strike three.

THE TENSION IN THE CAR WAS PAINSTAKINGLY PALPABLE. Ken’s leg bounced as the two of you were stuck in airport traffic, the car unmoving for nearly half an hour now. Your occasional sighs and the hum of the car’s engine were the only sounds filling the air. He felt like he was going crazy. He hadn’t been able to sleep properly the night before thanks to your bombshell of an announcement. In comparison, though, he probably shouldn’t be complaining about bombshells when he himself dropped one twice the size of yours.

Still, he was restless. You hadn’t uttered a single word to him since landing back in Tokyo, and the unwanted solitude was driving him nuts. He glanced over at you through his shades, noting the way you were impatiently tapping your fingers against the wheel. Obviously you were still pissed at his little stunt, and the articles following the incident didn’t aid in calming your anger.

He knew it wasn’t smart, but he needed to talk to you. The sea of red lights in front of him remained stagnant, and he didn’t want to spend another minute in this deafening quietude. He gnawed at his bottom lip before finally breaking the silence.

“Can we talk?” He said, looking over at you.

“No.” You replied bluntly.

“[Y/N]-” He started, but one glance from you was enough to shut him up.

“I am doing you a huge favor by helping you solve the mess you created.” You said as you looked back at the road ahead of you, lifting your fingers and circling your thumbs around the wheel. “I could’ve left right then and there, leaving you to deal with this on your own. But I didn’t, I don’t know why, but I didn’t.”

You looked back up at him, and only now did he notice the circles under your eyes and the paleness of your complexion. Something inside him twisted; he couldn’t tell if it was guilt or regret. Guilt, probably, for having to rely on you to correct his mistakes, and regret for even causing this whole debacle in the first place.

“The least I’m asking from you is your compliance.” You say tiredly, the glint in your eyes doing most of the talking.

“Yeah, okay. Sorry.” He managed to get out, leaning back into the passenger seat.

And just like that, the dreaded silence was back. By some miracle the traffic started to gain some speed, the taillights of the cars ahead of him dispersing onto the road. His head hit the back of the headrest, and he sat through the entire ride back to the Tokyo Dome contemplating his recent choices.

It was only when you knocked on the window of the passenger side when he realized he had finally reached his destination. He got out, stretching his limbs after being cramped inside the car for so long. He threw on his jacket lazily, not even bothering to zip it up. He went to put on his cap, but then he noticed something odd.

It was quiet outside the building, the bristle of the trees and the nearby roads the only sound filling his ears. There was something lacking; the neverending shuttering sounds of cameras and eager voices yelling at him to look or to say something. He realized then the lack of paparazzi and reporters outside to greet him, just like they usually did whenever he came back from a trip. His head turned, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked around. Not a single one in sight.

“‘Something wrong?” You asked as you walked past him to swipe your ID into the security system.

“It’s just,” He said, still looking around in confusion. He let out an airy laugh as he followed you inside, the expression on his face remaining the same. “There’s no paps or anything.”

At that you laugh, albeit sarcastically, waiting for him to get into the elevator. “You know that might be the first time I’ve ever heard a famous person complain about not being bombarded by ill-intent people.”

“I’m not complaining, trust me.” He says, putting his hands up halfway in defense. “It’s weird. That’s all.”

“Well that’s what happens when people think you’re spending time with your special someone after being away for so long.” You say, pulling up a press announcement on your phone.

For a split second, Kenji had completely forgotten that he had to keep up the fact that he supposedly had a significant other waiting for him at home. He let out an ‘ah’, sliding his hands into his pockets as the elevator went up. Again his heart panged, finally realizing why your eyebags were deeper than they usually were. While he may have had discomfort in his slumber, it didn’t compare to the hours you were up trying to get everything settled here.

You held the door open to your office, letting him in first. Once the lights were on, he was greeted with your infamous whiteboard, different scribbles of colorful ink filling up the space corner to corner. He cringed at the bolded date of the talk show he was on.

“Your bags will be sent here in the next hour, and valet has your bike ready.” You say, doing the usual routine you did whenever the both of you came back from work trips. He sat down on the sofa, nodding each time you reminded him of something.

“Now, about the issue,” You walk over to the whiteboard, erasing its contents. “We need to find you a fake girlfriend.”

He choked on nothing, not surprised by the news but surprised by the continued bluntness of your tone. “I beg your pardon?”

“We need to find you a fake girlfriend.” You repeated, emphasizing the words obnoxiously.

“Yeah I get that,” He finally replied, a look of uncertainty splashing his features. “But you’re making it sound like all we need to do is shop around.”

“Well unless you can give me a face, let alone a name to your special someone, this is the plan we have.” You retort, resting a hand at your hip as the other points at the board.

“Why can’t I just be one of those celebrities who keep their relationship private?” He questions genuinely.

“Oh I’m sorry, who was the one who announced that they were in love on live television?” You remind him, annoyance laced in your words.

He bites back any sort of sarcastic remark that conjures up in the back of his head. You were right, obviously you were right. But some part of him felt it was… unfair to not have a say in this. Stupid, yes, but it’s how he felt.

“Can I continue or is there anything else you want to unnecessarily add?” You ask, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

He only lifted a hand, signaling for you to carry on. You go on to explain that whoever ends up “dating” him will need to have to go through a contract signing, NDA included. You draw up charts on your board, showing him the possible stats of his ratings if he’ll be able to pull this off.

“Your next playoff season is about to start, I suggest we get all this settled by then.” You scroll on your smartwatch, looking at the calendar. “It gives me two weeks to plan everything out. I need you here tomorrow bright and early so that we can go through a list of potential candidates.”

“Candidates? What is this, speed-dating?” He says, making a face at all the analytical parts of your plan.

“No, it’s a game called ‘save-my-reputation.’” You answer snarkily, narrowing your eyes slightly at him.

He takes in a deep breath, starting to get annoyed with your remarks. He knew he had no right to, but to think that you were just dictating away at his choices made him feel like some sort of plaything.

“I just don’t understand why we even need to find a ‘girlfriend’ in the first place.” He massages the back of his head before crossing his arms. “I mean everyone thinks I’ve successfully hidden my love life up until now, what’s the point of going all out?”

He could see you clench your fingers around the marker, and he knew he was close to reaching your tipping once more. All in the span of twenty-four hours. You pinched the bridge of your nose before you spoke up.

“Ken. You told the world that you were in love.” You say in an eerily calm tone. “You got yourself into this mess, now you have to get yourself out of it. And unless you want to say goodbye to your stardom, this is what you need to do.”

He opened his mouth to speak up but was cut off by your phone’s ringing. You answered, spewing out a quick and formal ‘thank you’ to whoever was on the other line. You sighed, placing your marker back down on your desk before you walked past him towards the glass door.

“Your bags are here.” You say, opening the door. “Your bike’s parked outside and everything should be good to go.”

Your demeanor had changed in a split second, going from PR manager to assistant in the blink of an eye. At times Ken wondered how you were able to juggle everything. It wasn’t the main thing that was on his mind, he had… other, more serious things to worry about. Like the other secret he had kept from you all this time; Ultraman. He shook his head, trying not to focus on his double life on top of the situation he was in.

Ken knew that your words were a sign to get up and get out, and he did just that. You followed him all the way back down to the lobby of the stadium, handing him his duffel bag and walking him to his bike. Despite your earlier mood, you did your checks on his motorbike that he had grown accustomed to after a while.

“Tomorrow, bright and early.” You remind him, crossing your arms as he got on his bike. “Please.”

“Tomorrow, bright and early.” He repeats through a huff, slinging his bag into the compartment attached to the back of his motorbike. “Got it.”

You only hummed in response, turning away to walk back into the stadium. He didn’t know what it was that came over him, but before he knew it he was grabbing your arm softly once more. Your head spun around to look at him, more of your stray hairs spilling out of your updo. At this angle the sunset brought out the shininess of your eyes, the early evening shadows accentuating your features.

He swallowed before he continued. “You know for what it’s worth, I really am sorry.”

Instead of another curt response, though, you sighed as you pressed your lips together. He lets go of your arm then, not wanting to invade anymore of your personal space than he already has. He can see you poke your tongue into your cheek, a habit you did when you were in contemplation.

“Well,” You finally breathe out, your expression relaxing. “If you’re actually as sorry as you say you are, you’ll do as I say.”

“‘Course.” He says before his face gets obscured by his helmet. He nods towards your direction once more before finally revving the engine.

Only time will tell what the outcome is, but whatever it is, he hopes he ends up in the one where you don’t loathe his very being.

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msbigredmachine · 5 months ago

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Kitty Kat (Roman Reigns)

After a lifetime of searching, the Tribal Chief may have finally found the woman of his dreams. Post Summerslam 2024.

Warnings: SMUT (yes i know its excessive im sorry 😭)

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: This got way too long bc I talk too much. I tried to shorten it I promise but I just couldn't. I do hope you like it either way...

Song inspiration: Again - Lenny Kravitz

Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs

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He could get used to this.

As he stepped off the plane, Joe discreetly adjusted the bulge in his pants and exhaled deeply, allowing himself a giddy smile in anticipation for what was to come.

He couldn’t wait to see her again. His Kitty Kat. The interesting part was that this time, she’d flown him out to come spend the week with her, in First Class, no less. “It’s a five-hour flight from Cleveland to L.A., so I want you to be as comfortable as possible, Daddy,” she’d told him. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision being ‘flewed out’. He’d been the one flying her out in his private jet, chartering luxury vehicles to bring her to him. The reverse felt strange and would take some getting used to, but it did feel nice to be pampered and taken care of for once.

Seated comfortably in the back of the Cadillac Escalade driving him through the City of Angels, he reminisced about last night in Cleveland. It was fun to hear the crowd again, the adrenaline rush of his entrance music blaring all around the Browns Stadium. It was a long absence from wrestling for him, darkened by the passing of his father, followed by the whirlwind preparation and execution of his funeral, grand, exhausting and emotional. Kat being by his side for all of it was a precious elixir he could never repay her for, but perhaps he could start tonight.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. It was an unknown number, but against his better judgment, he answered and hoped it wasn’t some weirdo fan. “Hello?”

“You left town without telling me? I saw you all over Summerslam last night!” the shrill, familiar voice responded.

Scratch that. Now he wished it was a fan. “I know I blocked your ass. This is stalking,” was his cold greeting.

“I just want us to talk, Joe! We can’t just end things the way we did!”

“Ain’t nothin’ to talk about, Ebony. I got the DNA test I wanted. Go find your baby daddy and leave me the fuck alone.”

“Are you ever gonna forgive me? I made a mistake!” Ebony pleaded. “You didn’t even invite me to Sika’s funeral. That hurt my feelings, Joe.”

“Bitch, don’t piss me off!” Joe countered angrily. “Blurting out that I’m not Josiah’s daddy was not a mistake! I also found the messages in your phone, remember? You and your little group chat laughed at me, laughed about me raising a kid that ain't mine!”

“That’s a female ass trait, y’know, lookin’ through my phone and invading my privacy!” Ebony complained.

“You can invade these nuts,” Joe dismissed, “You cheated on me and lied about the paternity of your son! That’s enough for me to wash my hands off of you and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

For a second, Ebony was quiet. Then, “Let me guess. You’re with that uppity rich bitch. She was at your dad’s funeral, both of y'all looked so cozy in the videos. She's the reason you don’t wanna work things out, right? Weren’t you seeing her before we broke up? Who’s the cheater now, huh?”

Joe scoffed in disbelief. After all she’d done to make his life a living hell, she was still gaslighting him. “We were over long before I started seeing her. I only hung around cuz I thought the kid you were carrying was mine. Don’t act like your whorish toxic ways didn’t drive me into her arms in the first place! You broke us up, so I’ve moved on from your evil ass. Simple.”

Ebony kissed her teeth. “You are so disrespectful to me, always have been. You never cared about me. It was all about your fucking wrestling. You were always gone! I was lonely! I needed you and you didn't give a shit!”

“So that’s why you opened your legs for some bum, got knocked up, and lied that I was the father? You disrespected yourself!” He felt himself getting riled up and had to compose himself. He would not let his ex ruin his day. “Imma make this clear so even you can understand. We. Are. Done. Call me again and it’s my attorney you’ll be talking to.” Cutting off the call, he then blocked the number and deleted it for added measure.

Fuck that ho.

Anyway, back to his girl, Kat. It had been an amazing few months so far with her. Of course, he’d googled her in the beginning, asked Heyman to run a background check to make sure she was legit and not a psychopath like his ex. Katrina Sullivan was one of the most famous music producers in the world and the top executive at her renowned publishing label. She was a big time player in her industry just like he was, a star in her own right, and it was a match made in Heaven.

Not only was she incredibly beautiful, but sex with her was a wild ride. She gave him a run for his money whenever they fucked. She was all about new experiences and wasn’t too prissy to fuck inside a car or suck him off outside a dive bar. He blushed every time he remembered the freaky shit they got up to after his loss at Wrestlemania. Long story short, she made him feel much better about dropping the belt. He loved that she loved sex as much as he did, and if he wasn’t hooked on her before, he was completely addicted after that night.

And it wasn’t all about the physical. There was an emotional bond they shared, a connection that he’d never felt with anyone else before her. Talking with her felt like talking with a friend. He would unload his good days and bad days on her and she would listen to all of it without passing judgment. He did the same for her and was proud to be the one she learned to trust after her own past heartbreaks. Joe wished he’d had the courage to leave Ebony earlier. Perhaps he would have found the woman who had become his peace, his safe haven, and closed the hole in his heart much, much sooner.

A Google Map search helped him find the best florist in town. The ladies in the shop ooh'ed and ahh'ed over the beautiful bouquet of roses he bought and how lucky his lady was. But he thought he was the lucky one. As he took a deep breath and inhaled the flowers, he felt his stomach flutter at the thought of her beautiful face, her smile, her warm embrace. Joe knew he was in love, but he didn’t quite know how to tell her yet. It was weird enough that he lowkey felt like a thot being flown out. He really didn’t mind, though. All he wanted was to be with her and just be in her presence, in her aura. He would tell her when he was ready.

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Kat’s mansion was the stuff of dreams. Isolated on the hills of the Pacific Palisades overlooking lush Californian greenery, it was one of her rewards as the most in-demand producer in music today. The living room segued into the kitchen, which welcomed him with the smell of freshly cooked food. Pasted to her stainless steel refrigerator by a small circular ‘Acknowledge Me’ magnet, was a note from her saying that she’d just headed out for a last-minute meeting and directed him to the oven where a warm skillet of sirloin steak and seasoned roasted potatoes waited for him. She had also stocked her fridge with his Megafit meals along with C4 Energy drinks and a few bottles of her own branded tequila. His baby was spoiling him rotten and he was digging it.

He first put the fresh flowers in a vase he filled with water before settling down to eat. He wished she was here with him, but he understood more than anyone how busy things could be when you were at the top of your game. He was proud of her and wanted her to get all the coins she deserved. Halfway through his meal, he pulled out his phone and checked on her.

After dinner, he embarked on a little tour around her breathtaking abode which ended up taking several minutes to complete. Joe had some nice homes of his own around the globe, but this floored them all. The edifice dripped with luxury and was crafted to perfection, just like his Kitty Kat was. He enjoyed the gorgeous city view from her balcony as he sipped on some tequila. Her bathroom was spacious and had a waterfall shower that he luxuriated in when he stepped inside. One side of her walk-in wardrobe was lined with an assortment of brand new t-shirts, pants and dress shirts all for him. Of course she knew his size; she’d ripped his clothing off of him on many occasions. His stomach was doing flips as the time continued to tick by. It was hilarious that the big bad Tribal Chief was acting all giddy at the mere thought of a woman, but here he was, entangled in her expensive satin sheets, counting down the minutes until she was back in his arms.

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The sound of running water jerked him awake. The plane ride must have worn him out more than he thought; he didn’t even realize when he fell asleep. The sky outside was now pitch black but the bathroom lights were switched on. As he sat upright in the bed, something rolled down his bare chest and onto his lap. He looked down and his breath hitched. A sheer, baby pink-colored thong, just removed. Unable to resist, he held it up to his nose and shivered as her sensual aroma filled his nostrils and sent all his blood rushing south. With newfound enthusiasm, he climbed out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom.

Katrina’s back was turned to him, standing over the tub as she drained the bath. Draped in a fluffy lilac bathrobe that barely covered her backside as she bent over, Joe chose to stand there and admire her, letting his eyes follow the rivulets of water that trickled down her long shapely legs. He trailed his gaze along the backs of her knees and her oh-so-sexy thighs, stopping at her luscious derrière where he found her pussy lips, slick and glistening, winking at him. He groaned out loud at the sight, feeling his bulge stir in his drawstring shorts.

Alerted by the noise he made, Kat spun around and sighed. "Oh, damn," she frowned and bounced her fist against her thigh.

Joe raised an eyebrow at her reaction. “Did I frighten you?”

“Not really. I wanted to wake you up by sucking your dick.”

Chuckling heartily, he stepped closer. "You still can, baby. Don’t let me stop you,” he said, sealing their lips together in a kiss he’d been thinking about for weeks. He held her tight, molding their bodies together as time seemed to stop all around them. The anticipation had been building all day and just this moment alone was worth the long wait.

Joe sighed happily against her lips, his fingers massaging the back of her neck. “Mmm, I can tell you missed me. Did you miss me, baby?”

“You know I did, Daddy,” she whispered back. It had been months in the making, but Kat was thrilled that he was finally here in her humble abode. She pulled back to regard him, marveling at the sheer height and width of him, his bare, broad chest showcasing that beautiful tattoo and all those muscles. Fuck, he was so hot. “I saw the roses in the kitchen, they’re beautiful,” she said.

“Not as beautiful as you are, baby,” Joe answered, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip. “How was your meeting?”

Kat huffed and rolled her eyes. “Waste of my time. Don’t really wanna talk about it,” she added, changing the topic to a more exciting one. “You looked so good last night, babe. I could see how happy you were to be back.”

“I was,” he admitted, his light brown eyes lighting up. “Bro, hearing the fans go bananas when my music hit was insane. And all those fingers in the air, too. Four years of bustin' my ass finally paying off.”

“Huh. I had one finger out too, but it wasn’t in the air, and I was layin’ in bed. Naked,” Kat teased, fluttering her long eyelashes at him.

The thought of her writhing around in bed aroused by his show of violence caused another tightening in his shorts. With a growl in his voice, he responded, "Show me."

“Wait.” She put up one hand before he could grab her. “Before we get started…I never got to ask you because we were so busy with the funeral…But did you take the DNA test?” she asked, watching with dismay as his face fell. He looked away with a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, something she learned he did when he was reeling in his emotions.

“Yeah. Josiah’s not mine,” he replied sadly.

Two distinct emotions of her own rushed through Kat at this news. Relief, that he was no longer tied to Ebony and he could now, finally, move on with his life. Move on with her. Disappointment, on his behalf, knowing that he had enjoyed getting to know the baby boy he’d thought was his child. “I’m so sorry,” was all she could muster.

“Don’t be. At least I know the truth now. I care about the kid, but he’s not my responsibility any more,” he choked out, the sting of losing that sweet little boy still raw and painful.

“Oh, baby.” Kat rubbed her hands up and down his broad back to soothe him. She regretted downing the mood and sought to fix it. “What can I do?”

Joe shook his head and sank into her embrace. “Just be with me, like this. I wanna be with you. Thank you for bringing me out here, it’s exactly what I needed.”

“Of course. You know I gotchu,” she assured him, butterflies sprouting inside her belly as he dropped feather-light kisses on her neck, trailing along her shoulder which was soon bare as he slipped off her robe and dropped it to the floor. She tugged down his shorts and her hungry gaze zeroed in on that other part of him that she missed. All those FaceTime calls and selfies did very little justice to the real thing. This was his first time on her turf, and she was determined to use this week wisely, especially as this extended period didn’t quite exist before.

In the beginning, their meetings were brief and eventful, a couple of hours’ escape from the madness going on in their individual lives. Meet up, scorch the sheets, and wake to the sound of the rustle of clothes pulled from the floor, the sharp zipping of bags, quick kisses goodbye followed by the front door quietly clicking open and shut. At each other’s mercy at sunset then disappearing before dawn to resume reality. It was a thrill at first but as time passed, Kat realized she wanted more with him. She wanted to begin and end her days in his sturdy arms. Wanted them to shower together, to eat together and spend much more time together. Simply put, she wanted to be a real couple, and she was ecstatic when he confessed that he wanted the same. Coming to L.A. was a great start and it excited Kat to no end.

Hand in hand, they walked together, naked, out of the bathroom. She giggled as he followed closely behind her, kissing her neck and touching her body along the way. As they reached the bed, Joe noticed the bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket full of ice on the nightstand. Kat read his mind. “Just a lil’ sumn to celebrate your arrival,” she clarified, as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs. His gaze was soft, yet beautifully intense as he ran his hands up her thighs and her hips, cupping her backside and bringing her even closer to him. He pressed his lips to her stomach, adorning her belly with gentle, open-mouthed kisses that felt so good she moaned pleasurably in approval.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered against her brown skin, his voice clear yet filled with a vulnerability he’d never felt before.

Kat smiled down at him. “Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“For real?” His heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure she could hear it.

Her smile widened as she loosened his ponytail, letting the long dark locks fall and frame his breathtaking features like the angel he was. Her angel. “Yeah. I mean…After everything we’ve shared, after getting to know the beautiful person that you are, of course I’m in love with you too.”

They were words he’d been hoping to hear from her for a while now, and now that he had, he was robbed of every sensation other than joy and peace and the burning need to make love to her nonstop for the rest of his stay in the West Coast. “You’re beautiful too, baby girl,” he rasped, drawing her back in, “So fuckin’ beautiful…”

They clung to each other, making out with increasing passion, both of them extremely aroused and more desperate than ever in the wake of this wonderful revelation. As they kissed, he slipped one hand over her breast, kneading gently, eliciting from her those purring sounds that earned her sexy little nickname. He missed his Kitty Kat so much. The last time they were together was at his father’s funeral, and he couldn't be with her the way he wanted to be. Now that they were all alone there was nothing stopping him from having his way with her.

But apparently, she had other plans.

She pushed him hard in the chest, smirking at his surprised grunt as he hit the mattress rather unceremoniously. “Get in,” she instructed him.

He frowned petulantly at her, but did as he was told, dragging himself backwards up the bed with his eyes on her at all times. He felt his mouth go dry as she crawled towards him on all fours like the sexy ass kitten she was. As she reached the space between his open legs, she surprised him by picking up her thong and winding it around his wrists, securing it tight before pushing his arms over his head.

“Baby…” he pouted.

“Shhhh,” Kat shushed him quietly, thrilled by the submission in his eyes, the surrender in his soft moan, his dick hard and erect in anticipation. Having control over a man like him felt so empowering. Though sexually submissive to him, Kat always enjoyed it when the roles were switched. It never lasted long though, so she planned to make the most of it.

Climbing back down his body, she rubbed her hands on the expanse of his thighs, his caramel skin warm beneath her fingers. She moved higher, coming dangerously close to the pleasure between his legs but avoiding it, for now. She wanted to touch it but the wait was more exciting. Her hands disappeared to squeeze his ass cheeks, and then reappeared over his hips, traveling along the sharpened ridges of his six-pack abs and up to his broad chest. Her body followed suit, sliding up until her thighs bracketed his sides. The little hiss that escaped him as she sat on his torso thrilled her; she knew right away that he could feel her warm moistness against his skin. Her fingers found his nipples next, toying with them before leaning in to lick them, and giggled with amusement when his dick sprang high enough to smack against her backside.

“Fuck, baby, feel what you do to me?” Joe hissed, his cock jumping again as her mouth warmed his neck, nibbling on the shell of his ear as she whispered to him in the softest, deadliest timbre:

"I’m just getting started, big guy."

Sitting upright on top of him, she reached for the ice bucket, scooping out an ice cube in the shape of an exquisite diamond. The ravenous look in Joe’s eyes matched hers as she sipped on the cube, letting the cold melt on her tongue and travel down her throat. Then, she bent down and kissed him, her cold tongue quickly warming up from the heat of his mouth. The wet muscles moved together in a sweet dance, delightedly intertwining, obsessed with the taste of each other. Kat pressed the ice cube to his chest, giggling when he jerked from the cold, and drew figure eights with it, watching rivulets of water trickle down the sides of his body. She put the ice cube on his right nipple and watched it harden. Then she replaced the ice with her warm mouth on his cold nipple.

“Shit, baby you killin’ me,” he moaned, looking on with hooded eyelids as she kissed down his body. She stopped between his legs, bowing her body in front of his erection, long and thick and hard, precum glistening on his slit. Her tongue darted out to taste it, licking her lips with pleasure. Giving him a sly wink, she took the tip of his dick in her mouth and sucked, winding her tongue around the head like a hungry snake. The moan that escaped his lips was needy and borderline painful, causing her eyes to light up in triumph.

“When I get my hands on you…” he growled, his expression almost pissed, but Kat knew better. His frustration mingled with his lack of control, control she’d taken from him all day by calling the shots from his travel to the food he ate. The sensual power play continued as she massaged his dick, the thick velvety flesh twitching in her hands as his hands twitched in his makeshift binds. Using the flat of her tongue, she licked up and down his shaft, making slurping sounds that were drowned out by his groans as she spread her saliva all over his dick. She was addicted. He tasted so good and she craved to have her fill.

Putting a smaller ice cube in her mouth, she chewed it, crushing the ice with her teeth. From there, she hugged his dick with her lips, dousing the heat of his flesh with the coldness of her throat. Tiny bits of ice melted against his shaft as she sucked and tongued every inch of him. She could feel his chest heaving and his abs crunching, could hear his strangled moans as he got warmer and got harder in her mouth. He was right where she wanted him. Resting her weight on his burly thighs, she moaned to him to let go, and smiled when seconds later a shout burst from him, his hips arching off the bed as he unloaded down her throat. She drank her fill of him, glancing up to watch the pleasure ravage his huge body, giving a little smile as he floated down back to earth.

“Oh my god…” he breathed, his body jerking when she pulled away, letting his dick, slick with her spit and his cum, plop down on his thigh. With one more long, soft kiss to his length, she slithered back up his body, pressing her lips to his for a sweet, delicate kiss which heavily contrasted with the heaviness of his dick brushing along her now-wet opening. Pleasing him turned her on in a way her notoriously composed self could never comprehend.

“You came so hard for me, baby. The look on your face was everything,” Kat gifted him a teasing lash of her tongue against his as she ran her hands up his arms to toy with the sheer material holding him hostage. Lifting her body up, she slowly sank down on his dick, a gasp slipping from her when the smooth tip pierced through her soft, slick folds, enabling her to wind her hips to take him all the way in. They both moaned as the thickness of him nudged her sweet spot, coaxing a whine out of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him close, making out with him while slowly rocking her body back and forth, grinding her clit on him. It stunned her to this day, how she was able to take him all, his length and girth filling her and hitting her most sensitive spot right away. The power that coursed through her at making him succumb to her will, no different from any pinning combination or submission move, was intoxicating. Her moans and his groans reverberated through the bedroom, the air thick with the scent of sex as she loved on him.

“Untie me. Now,” Joe commanded out of nowhere, the roughness of his tone surprising Kat. One look at the power and pleasure on his beautiful face told her he was not taking no for an answer. Obediently, she reached up and unraveled the underwear from around his wrists, and she had barely tossed it aside when his hands came around her, finding her backside and thrusting deeper into her. Finally, he could touch her the way he wanted. He loved her ass, enjoyed the feel of it gyrating against his palms. He landed a heavy-handed slap on it, making her burrow her face in his neck with a soft cry, the sound growing more desperate as his fingers caressed the supple flesh of her ass while grinding up into her, making her feel so good.

“Such a badass bitch, yet so weak for me. Weak for this dick,” he purred to her with a kiss to her shoulder. The wicked gleam in his eyes had Kat both frustrated and aroused, but the unmistakable glimpse of lust clouding those eyes showed he was just as weak for her. With every downward motion of her hips, she could see him become more mesmerized, his breaths huskier, his face contorting with unbridled bliss as her pussy squeezed his length in deep, throbbing pulls. Sensing him trying to regain control, she beat him to it, pushing up and steadying herself on top of him. With both hands planted on his strong chest, she adjusted her legs in a squat and began bouncing on his dick, up and down, fucking him, taking from him what she wanted, giving him what he needed.

“Fuck, that’s it, kitten, ride the shit outta my dick,” Joe groaned, his huge hands now clamped around her waist. “I’m here now, baby. I gotchu. Take it out on me, take all that stress out on me.” It was a wonder to watch her, her knees up and wide apart, treating him to the sight of her moist flesh gliding all the way down his turgid flesh and back up, leaving the base of his dick a wet, slippery mess. It looked incredible and felt even better. “You so wet for me, baby girl,” he rasped, reaching up to massage her bouncing breasts. “I love it when you use me. You love using Daddy’s big dick, huh?”

"Yes, Daddy I love it...Shiiit, oh my goddd!" Kat threw her head back, her moans shaky, her body trembling on top of him as waves of ecstasy washed over her thanks to the orgasm wracking her from head to toe.

“Unnhh yeah, come for Daddy, come on my dick,” he moaned back to her, his full lips parted and panting, his eyes boring into hers as he watched her come undone. Overcome with passion, he sat upright and tugged her flush against him, his breath hitching as the action sank him even deeper into her. He needed to hold her to him, needed to make her all his. “I ain’t pullin’ out,” he announced, moving her on him again, “I'ma come all up inside you, baby.”

His words sank in, but any coherent answer she had disappeared with another rake of his dick against her g-spot. Wordlessly, Kat snuggled into his warm embrace, locking her arms and legs around him as she continued to grind on him in a deliciously erotic rhythm. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Joe planted a big kiss upon her throat, her jaw, then her lips, enjoying the taste of her moans as his hips rolled along with hers like a choreographed dance. Emotions were high as they joined as one, surrounded by the sounds of the newfound love they were finally expressing to each other. The mattress bounced beneath them, the legless bed rocking in tune with their heated bodies rocking on top of it. Every worry they had was gone and replaced with a hunger and need for the other that they both knew they would never be able to satiate.

"I love you," Joe whispered, pushing her hair out of her eyes to gaze into them.

“I love you too, baby...oh fuck,” Kat panted, burying her face in his shoulder, her hands sliding down to grip his ass as she bucked her hips like a mad woman. Joe moved with her, not missing a single beat. His own release was building fast within him, too fast. The blood was pounding in his head and tightening his balls as her pussy squeezed his cock so tight he was having a hard time catching his breath. They soon realized they were climaxing together, both shaking from the intense, throbbing waves of pleasure. Kat’s toes curled into the sheets as she felt his warm fluid gushing into her pussy just like he wanted, felt his body pulse as hard as his dick pulsing deep inside of her. No piece of music, no music video she created could ever compare to the magic she made with this incredible man, ever be as beautiful as the sight of his face scrunching up helplessly as his orgasm consumed him. So she kept her eyes on him for as long as she could, watching all the emotions sweep his gorgeous visage like an unforgettable movie.

An eternity later, their movements slowed, their breathing calmed, their hearts racing as one as the world returned to normal. Joe felt light as air as he fell back onto the bed, Kat melting into him with her head on his chest, where his heart beat for her. He was still inside her and she kept him there, wanted to be filled with all his love in the very best way.

“Welcome home, my love,” she giggled, soothed by his own throaty chuckle vibrating against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed her forehead. She wished she could bottle the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his soft lips, bottle this very moment forever.

“Glad to be home, my love,” he answered, his fingers caressing her back as he kissed her mouth. “I can tell my time in L.A. is gonna be fun.”

"Mm-hmm. We got all week, Daddy," Kat eyed him with a sly smile, tracing her manicured index finger along his tattooed pectoral, "Like I said, we're just getting started."

THE END.

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amazingmaeve · 2 years ago

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PERFECT FAMILY

homelander x fem!reader (+ryan)

summary — Homelander wants to find the perfect mother for ryan since the incident with becca happened. just someone to take of ryan when he’s out or when he’s working. just a maternal for ryan. maybe someone to comfort him as well and that’s where he finds you.

warnings — dark fic, Homelander being a warning in itself, stalking, kidnapping, kinda Stockholm (it’s dark), violence, blood, angst, a bit of fluff

word count —

authors note — I legit just had this idea when I was reading @noforkingclue s fic. so go read that one because it’s amazing

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“Now I know Ryan, no one can replace your mom, your mom is your mom,” Homelander stated as looked down at his son who stood next to him. “But I need someone, maternal, to take care of you when I’m away, even for your stability and mine,” He says as Ryan looked somewhat hopeful. “Now if you don’t want me to find you a new mom I won’t it’s your choice son,” He says putting his hand on his shoulder.

Ryan looked down thinking about it, he loved his mom, more than anything and she was gone, because of him. But if he could have someone who could love him at least half the way she did he would love that. Someone to just care for him like a mother can.

It could be a second chance for him. Even if he knew she wasn’t his real mom, she could love him like one. Treat him like one and he wanted that choice, someone other than Homelander to be a parent.

“Now what do you think buddy,” Homelander questions after a few minutes of silence.

“I’d like that a lot actually.”

“Me too buddy.”

“I’ve been hired by the Homelander to teach his son,” You question with a bewildered expression on your face. You stared at the woman sitting in front of you.

Yes you were a teacher but the kids you usually taught went to the school you were in at this moment. But no one could really blame your shock, you were just a normal teacher at a normal school who taught normal kids. This was on a whole different playing field.

Of course you’ve heard about Homelanders son, everyone on planet earth has probably heard about him. Ryan was his name you learned. Of course you felt a great deal of sadness for the young boy, it seemed like he didn’t have a mother and his father was a little on the crazy side from what you’ve heard. But could you really handle this?

This boy was the strongest kid in the world, and his dad was the strongest man in the world.

Anyone would be nervous to even think about accepting this offer. You were leaning more on the yes side, due to the fact that they were going to pay you a lot of money and since a teachers salary wasn’t much you didn’t really have a choice.

But some other reason inside you felt bad for Ryan, you wanted to help every kid that needed it, even if he was the strongest supe kid. You were also kind of afraid to say no to Homelander, you’ve read stories about what happened to people who said no to him and it made something burn inside of your stomach and your whole body tense up in fear.

“So what do you say, Miss. Y/L/N,” The woman in front of you asked as you looked around at the class from.

“I’ll take it,” You accepted tentatively.

And before you even knew it you signed your life away that moment and you probably could not do anything to reverse it in any way.

Today was your first day to teach Ryan and your first day actually meeting him in fact. You hadn’t even met Homelander who was his father, it seemed like if you were going to teach his son he would’ve at least wanted to call you.

But nope. Nothing. Not even an email.

You shook off those worries and just tried to put a smile on. You didn’t want to worry Ryan and wanted to help him and his journey on learning

Taking a look at yourself in the mirror you put your hair in a ponytail before shaking your hair and pulling the hair tie out and shaking your head and running your fingers through your hair trying to sort it out. You decided that having your hair down was best for you. You dusted off the pencil skirt you were wearing and tried to straighten the lavender blouse you had on. You didn’t even know why you were caring about what you looked like this was going to be just like teaching the kids at the school. But just one on one.

But you knew the reason why you were so nervous. Homelander, his father. You didn’t want to have one single thing wrong with you that would tick him off and him deciding to kill you right there. You were pretty sure that Homelander was a fickle guy due to who he was and to the public. But you hoped that his son being there would stop him from doing anything rash but you didn’t put anything past him.

“Fuck it I look fine,” You whispered to yourself in the mirror before grabbing you bag that had everything you needed in it.

Getting in the car you put the address into your phone and started driving to Homelanders place. Which you had to agree was weird. You thought he lived at Vought and his son would live there as well but no from the looks of it and where you were driving it looked like he had a house in a suburban neighborhood.

The house looked just like any house on a family sitcom. It wasn’t too big, or too small, it was normal. That ticked a red flag in your head because there wasn’t anything normal about Homelander. You were pretty sure he had people dressing him and cooking for him every night and he was living here in this normal house.

You had this horrible feeling in your stomach but you pushed those feelings out as you sat in your car for a few minutes before exiting the house and walking up to the door where you froze for another few minutes. You took a deep breath before pressing your button to the doorbell.

Rubbing your wrist, you tried calming your nerves but it wasn’t working. You had every right to be nervous. This man was the most powerful man in the world and by default the most dangerous man in the world. You didn’t want to do anything to tick him off.

He seemed very high maintenance and wanted everything to be perfect so it confused you why he asked for you to teach his son. You weren’t the smartest teacher out there, hell you weren’t even the smartest person in the school you taught. The question kept running through your brain as you stared at the door waiting.

Suddenly the door opened to reveal the man himself. Homelander. Standing there in his suit with that same smile plastered on his face as he saw you. Luckily he didn’t seem angry so maybe luck was on your side today.

“Ms. Y/L/N I was worried you weren’t going to show up,” Homelander says and you look at him confused. You didn’t think you were late.

“Oh I’m sorry sir I didn’t realize I was late,” You say taking a look at your phone that you pulled from your pocket and you were only a few minutes late. Well you weren’t wrong about the high maintenance.

“It’s only a few minutes as long as you don’t make a habit out of it,” Homelander waved it off as he opened the door wider so you could walk in. You didn’t know what he meant by that. Were you seriously going to have to be here on time every fucking day.

Walking in the house it seemed brand new which seemed about right, since you thought that Homelander lived in the Vought tower. He must’ve just bought it for him and his son, and you were a bit curious about Ryan's mother and where she was. Nothing in the news stated anything about her and that made a child run up your spine about the possibilities of what could’ve happened to her.

Back on the topic of the house. It was perfectly clean and you wondered if a kid even lived in this house. You’ve been around kids all ages and they weren’t the cleanest so to say you were kind of dumbfounded at this.

“Ryan come to the kitchen please,” Homelander called out as the two of you stepped in the kitchen. You put your bag on the table looking at him to make sure you weren’t angering him at all. “He’ll be down here in a second, he’s been waiting for this all week, jittering like fucking cokehead,” He said leaning against the kitchen counter.

The language threw you off. You didn’t take Homelander for someone who swore at all and you shook off the shock and gave him a smile.

“Well that’s good, you don’t see it that often, kids wanting to learn,” You say, wringing your fingers in front of your stomach, the pit in your stomach was still there but it was shrinking as the conversation kept going.

“That’s all what I’m about, wanting Ryan to get a good education so that he can be successful in life, that’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Homelander told you, putting his hands behind his back. “…..And to be honest he wasn’t the only one looking forward to this meeting,” He gave you another smile showing off his pearly whites.

“Oh that’s a nice thing to hear as well,” You say bashfully, giving a smile.

He wasn’t lying when he said he'd been waiting all this time for you to show up. Ryan was wanting to see you as much as he was. It took them some time for them to pick you out from all the other teachers and you were perfect for him and Ryan. You were in your late 20s, no boyfriend, no kids, no family you talk to, and not many friends, or at least he thought that. You don’t go out much. And to top it off you had that maternal side of you, working in a school, you helped kids all the time and knew exactly what they wanted. It also helped for Homelander that you were an attractive woman.

Homelander knew that it was going to take some convincing to get Ryan on board for this but surprisingly Ryan was genuinely excited to meet you, for you to take care of both of them. Homelander need that, someone to help him with this and everything, someone he could come to and someone who would caress his cheek and run her fingers through his hair. Someone who would hug him and let him cuddle against her chest. Someone to just coddle him.

Ryan needs a mother to essentially do that as well, someone who could help him when he’s sad or mad or just confused. Homelander wasn’t good at that stuff so needed someone. Someone that could be at their beck and call. Someone who could help Ryan with school and read him bedtime stories so that he could fall asleep. Or when he had a nightmare and needed someone to talk to.

You were that person. You were that perfect person for them. It would just take some time and convincing.

Ryan came running down the stairs as you said that sentence and ran up to stand in front of his dad who put his hand on his shoulders as you gave both of them a soft smile.

“Hey Ryan it’s nice to meet you,” You say, holding your hand out for him to shake.

You were expecting the boy to shake your hand but he ignored your hand and wrapped his arms around your body giving you a hug. You were a bit gobsmacked at this. No kid has ever been that affectionate. But you did reciprocate the hug not wanting to upset him. He was just a kid.

“Told you he has been waiting for this,” Homelander says, giving you a smug smile this time as you caress the back of the kid's head.

“Sorry just a bit shocked no kids ever acted like this,” You say as Ryan still had his head buried in your stomach.

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Ryan muttered into your stomach as it was muffled by the fabric of your blouse.

“Ok come on Ryan she’s here for a reason,” Homelander intervened putting his hands back on his shoulders beginning to tug him back but Ryan resisted as his arms stayed locked around you muttering a no into your stomach.

Surprisingly you weren’t scared, he wasn’t hugging you tightly and you weren’t a psychologist but it seemed like he had some attachment issues but you didn’t want to judge too soon. You weren’t privy to his background and didn’t want to make him feel bad for this. To be honest, the maternal side of you was melting from this, wanting to comfort the boy as he stood hugging you.

Meanwhile Homelander was in awe. It didn’t even take you 5 minutes for you to break. You were so perfect for the both of them that made a pang in his heart as he watched you hug Ryan. Although he also couldn’t help a pang of jealousy coursing through him watching you comfort his son and deep down wished it was him you were comforting.

Mentally shaking his head. The time will come, he thought.

“Ryan come on,” Homelander says, giving another tug on the boy he could use his whole strength but he didn't want to hurt Ryan or you for that matter. But he didn’t budge.

You put your hand on top of Homelanders' gloved one trying to reassure him that this was okay. Deep down you this would cause some problems in the future but you didn’t honestly give two fucks at the moment. Homelander tensed as you did that, not expecting but loving it.

“Hey Ryan, why don’t you let go of me,” You whispered, running our fingers through his hair.

“Don’t want you to leave,” Ryan muttered into your stomach again as a confused expression came across your face. You weren’t even here for two minutes and he was worried you were gonna leave. Yeah you knew there was something wrong, this boy was getting attached to your hip and you knew deep down that something must’ve happened to his mother, for him to be attached this much.

“I’m not gonna leave, not yet,” You muttered as you felt him move a bit against your stomach. “I promise and when I do leave, I’ll be coming back tomorrow don’t worry,” You tried reassuring the boy and was a little worried when he gave you a little squeeze at the mention of leaving. But eventually he let up on the hugging.

“Promise,” Ryan says looking up at you.

“Promise, even ask your dad I’m pretty sure if I don’t show up, he’ll do something about it,” You say waving your hand at Homelander.

“Don’t worry buddy I promise you she’s going to be coming here every day,” Homelander promised, giving his shoulders a squeeze. You didn’t want to intervene and say you wouldn’t be coming here on the weekends.

“Okay,” Ryan says, giving you a smile, removing his arms from around you and moving to sit at the kitchen table, where your stuff was.

“Okay buddy lets get started….”

For the next few weeks, everything was going amazing. Ryan was amazing at the stuff you were teaching him and you were proud that he was this smart bright kid. But he was getting more and more attached to you.

To the point that you had to stay a few hours extra, past your planned time and coming over on the weekends as well. Homelander didn’t stop it, he loved it and you knew it but you didn’t know why at the moment. Luckily you didn’t have many friends so you could spend time helping this kid. Plus you liked spending time with both of them and to be honest you were beginning to like coming here everyday, being greeted by Homelander and teaching Ryan. Homelander usually stayed in watching the both of you and you paid no mind, so you didn’t see the longing look in his eyes as you taught his son math.

On his side he was beginning to lose patience and wanted you with the both of them at all times and considered it as he watched over you at nights. He could easily do it. You left your window locked since you lived on an apartment building, you didn’t have any security system, hell you didn’t even own a fucking dog. Honestly he thought your nativity was adorable, you needed someone like him to protect you. He just couldn’t wait to have you in his arms so you could take care of him and Ryan.

You on the other hand were trying to gather up the courage to ask Homelander about what happened to Ryan's mom since his attachment to you became bigger and bigger. It was also quite worrying because Homelanders' attachment was becoming bigger and bigger as well. He was more subtle at least.

Although you weren’t scared of him or Ryan. They hadn’t done anything to indicate that you should be scared. So at the moment you just stayed in your schedule as the times staying with Ryan increased more and more.

On this particular Friday everything was normal as you came to the house but Homelander left in the middle of your session. Muttering something about work. That worried you, you didn’t know what’s going on, and how long you should stay here with Ryan but you tried to brush off the worrying not wanting to worry the boy out.

By the time it hit 6 o’clock you were still worried about Homelander and where he was. But Ryan didn’t know anything which helped you, he didn’t need to worry about his dad.

“I’m hungry,” Ryan stated as the two of you sat and watched tv.

The session had ended an hour ago and the two of you decided to watch tv so that you could help your nerves and Ryan would get a break from school work. But as soon as the tv started the both of you started talking and it felt so normal talking to this boy as though he was a part of your life.

“Oh I could make you something to eat,” You say getting off the couch and he followed you as you entered the kitchen again moving around so that you were in the kitchen as Ryan sat on the chairs that were in front of the kitchen counter. “What do you want,” You question, giving him a smile.

“Mac and Cheese,” He answered with a smile of his own, after some pondering.

You were quite nervous, you didn’t know if Homelander stocked any food here since you barely ate here and Ryan only ate snacks. But when you opened the fridge and cabnits everything was there and you let out a sigh of relief as you started the dinner and began to talk to Ryan casually.

“So Ryan who usually does the cooking here,” You question as you got the noodles ready on the stove, boiling at the point you wanted them.

“Well dad usually gets a chef here since he doesn’t know how to cook and the chef only comes when dads here,” Ryan answered as he watched you cooking. He began to think of his mom and became sad. He sometimes has thoughts about her and he doesn’t like it.

“Hey Ryan what’s wrong,” You asked worriedly, putting your hands on his and rubbing the back of his hands with your thumb for comfort.

“Nothing,” He sniffed, not wanting to cry in front of you. Homelander told him showing his emotions was weak and he especially should do that in front of you as that would make him appear weak.

“Come on bud you can tell me,” You cooed, giving his arm a squeeze. “You don’t have to hide your feelings in front of me Ryan,” You reassured him.

“It’s just my mom,” He muttered as a tear slid down his cheek and you gave him a look of sympathy as you wiped the tear from his cheek giving his forehead a kiss. You definitely knew something went down with his mom.

“That’s fine thinking about your parents especially ones you don’t see anymore can make you sad and make you want to cry and you should, crying isn’t bad Ryan it's good that you can. It shows that you are strong,” You told him in a soft tone,

“But dad said crying in front of people makes you seem weaker,” Ryan says, looking at you with wet cheeks.

Walking around the counter and wrapping your arms around him and he immediately receives it, tightly hugging you and definitely not hugging at his full strength. You ran your hand down his back, comforting him as he sobbed into your chest. You had a feeling Homelander had these values as he seemed like one of those men. You weren’t mad as you know these were taught to him but you were going to have to talk to him about it. Because it wasn’t good for Ryan to hide his emotions especially from his dad.

“Don’t worry Ryan, everything's going to be fine,” You mutter. “I’ll talk to him, don't worry,” You tell him. “And as for your mom she’s always going to be there for you she’s going to be all around you especially in here,” You say putting your hand on his head.

You felt Ryan nodd into your chest as he was still sitting in the chair and you were standing and leaning down. It was uncomfortable but it didn’t matter at the moment.

“Okay,” You say, pulling him away from your chest. “Now let’s get your food ready so you can fill your tummy,” You say, giving him a chipper smile wanting to change the subject. He nodded as he wiped his tears and you walked around the kitchen counter and checked on the noodles.

The rest of the night was spent eating dinner and talking to Ryan about multiple things as his moods got more and more happier and you didn’t really care that Homelander was gone now. You were having an amazing time with Ryan and you definitely weren’t going to leave him all alone here with no one around.

After dinner the both of you sat on the couch again and started to watch tv again and Ryan eventually ended up with his head in your lap as you watched tv. He eventually fell asleep a few minutes after he laid down on your thighs. You began to run your fingers through his hair as you soothed him into sleep. You didn’t want to move him to his bed as that would wake him and you didn’t have the heart to do that at the moment so you just kept caressing and watching the tv waiting for Homelanders arrival.

When Homelander eventually came home it was around midnight and you were still up and to be honest he was surprised that stuck around but he knew that you cared for Ryan and that made his chest fill up with warmth especially when he watched you with Ryan’s head in your lap. God he wanted you so bad but he needs to practice patience.

“Hey Y/N,” Homelander greeted you at the couch and gave you a smile.

“Hey Homelander,” You greeted him with a tight smile. After calling him sir for so many times he told you to call him Homelander and you caved.

“Sorry I made you stay so late. I had an emergency at Vought and had to do some work,” Homelander apologized as he tightened his fist behind his back. He was initially sorry but now he was happy because he could witness you helping his son.

“It’s fine me and Ryan had fun,” You say as you stop moving your hand. “Speaking of him, we should get him to bed it is midnight,” You say.

Homelander melted at the words you said. We. We should get him to bed. As if you were already a family and it made him so happy that you may be coming around to this and you may want this as well.

He nodded and the two of you successfully got Ryan to bed without waking him and you tucked him into his covers and gave him a kiss on the forehead and left the room to greet Homelander in the hall who still had this smile on his face. But you tried to keep your mind on the target, you wanted to talk to him about Ryan.

“You got any wine,” You asked with a tired tone and you were tired but you needed some relaxation.

Homelander chuckled and gave you a curt nod and even though he didn’t drink he knew you had the occasional wine here and there.

Once you got the wine you chugged it down in one instance and Homelander knew he was going to have to do something about that once he got you under the roof. Ryan didn’t need a drunk for a mother and even though you don’t do it often, he knows how addictions work.

“I also need to talk to you about something,” You say, wiping your mouth after chugging the wine like it was your last drink.

“Ask away,” Homelander says, pointing his hand at you, giving you the floor.

“Ryan told me something today that worried me and I wanted to talk to you about it,” You say and Homelander raised an eyebrow at the mention of his son. “He said you didn’t like it when he cried in front of him and other people and I know I’m not his mother or guardian in any way but I know what makes kids turn into angry adults and this is one of the reasons why boys turn into angry men,” You say sternly. “I know you’re his dad and I would normally not even bring this up but I just want to help him and you for a matter of fact and if you want to fire me that’s fine I just wanted to give you a piece of advice,” You say and immediately take a deep breath from all the words you just said.

Homelander looked at you flabbergasted at what you had told him. He didn’t think you had the guts to stand up to him and honestly seeing you angry was definitely a turn on for him. Even though he does think these values, if he wants you to even think about staying with him once he does get you under this roof he has to try it with you. He needs to take your advice even if he doesn’t like it, and he knows once you become a more permanent figure in the house he’s going to need some of your opinions.

“I know I know,” Homelander runs his glove hands over his face feeling out of energy. “I honestly didn’t think about it when I said it just came out,” He mutters looking down at the floor feeling kind of ashamed as though you were disappointed in him and he would hate you being disappointed in him.

“Hey it’s okay I know these things are taught and I’m glad you see these things,” You say reassuring him, also happy he didn’t burn you alive. You cautiously bring your hand to his cheek and begin to rub your thumb along his cheek bone trying to comfort him.

Luckily for your life it seemed like he enjoyed it as he leaned into your hand and slowly closed his eyes at the comfort of your hand. You felt amazing and he immediately preened under your touch and by the sound of your heart beating a little faster he knew you liked it as well.

“You can stay the night if you want since it’s so late,” Homelander whispers, turning his head, giving your palm a kiss, making your whole body heat up under his lips.

“That’s nice of you and I’ll take you up on that offer,” You say, giving him a genuine smile. “But only if you are comfortable with that I would hate to make you or Ryan uncomfortable,” You say fiddling with your wine glass.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Homelander laughs. “Ryan would love to have you here as well as I so don’t worry about our comfort,” He says, finding it cute that you were so worried about his and Ryan's comfort, it also filled his whole body with happiness.

“It’s probably a good idea that I stay here, you have no idea what kind of creeps are out there at this time at night and I wouldn’t want to take a chance with that,” You say, knowing what would probably happen if you did leave and you didn’t like the ending of that story.

“I’ll show you to the guest room,” Homelander states as he stands up and starts walking towards the stairs expecting you to follow him. Expectedly you do as he thinks and follow him up the stairs.

“So anything new interesting going on in your life,” Homelander questions once you reach the top of the stairs.

“Eh not much I don’t go out much, definitely not as much as the people in my age group, that probably explains why I don’t have many friends,” You nervously laugh shaking your head. It’s true you don’t have many friends since you don’t live your life that exciting.

“I get what you're saying, I didn't have many friends when I was younger,” Homelander lies partially. He didn’t have any friends but that’s because Vought was keeping him as a fucking lab rat and he didn’t have any chances to make any friends.

“It’s probably due to my fear of making connections with people, too afraid to let them in,” You say as the both of you trail across the carpet to the guest room, keeping your voices down for Ryan. He gives you a weird look at what you just said and to be honest you would as well. “That’s what my therapist says at least,” You chuckle running your hands over your face as you feel fatigue creep inside your bones.

Homelander makes an ‘ohhh’ face but internally he knew he would have to do something about that. You didn’t need a therapist, especially now since you have him in your life. All that therapist would do is try to keep you away from him and that’s just not what he needs at the moment. He just needs you with him and Ryan, if he had that it would be happiness that he’s wished for, for his entire life.

“Anyways here’s the room, there’s a shower in there and some extra clothes for you to sleep in,” Homelander opens the door as he gives you a look over knowing you couldn't sleep in your clothes.

“Thanks again,” You say, trying not to show how confused you were by the fact he has extra clothes here.

“I’ll be off now, I’ll see you in the morning,” Homelander says his goodbyes, giving you a wave and strolling off to his room but not before you could say anything.

“Goodnight Homelander,” You say.

“John,” He says, keeping his back towards you.

“Huh,” You turn around not understanding what he meant.

“My name it’s John,” He whispers, hoping you heard it and by the extra skip in your heartbeat you did.

“Goodnight John,” You whispered.

“Goodnight.”

After the two of you bid your good nights you both made your way to your respective rooms where the both of you were doing totally different things.

You immediately took off your clothes and made your way to the shower and you were shocked nonetheless seeing a plethora of shampoos and body washes. You tried not to be freaked out that it was the same ones you use, It’s probably a coincidence a lot of people use this you thought to yourself before turning on the shower and making it hot. It was specifically cold tonight and you just wanted to relax.

Once you enter the hot shower your body immediately relaxes as the hot water drips down your body and you hum slowly loving the comfort from this. After a few minutes of just standing there under the water you started to bathe yourself, starting with your hair.

Homelander on the other hand had other plans for what he was doing. He sat his body down on the perfectly neat bad that he almost never sleeps in. Compound V does that to you. He has his body facing towards the room you're sleeping in. He honestly had to have so much self control on not following you in there when he wanted to so badly. With his hands on his knees he watches you undress and get in the shower.

It’s not like it’s something he hasn’t seen before, he goes to your apartment every night after Ryan goes to sleep just watching you do your mundane task. Obviously he got hard from all of this, especially when you took your clothes off or when you touched yourself to relieve stress.

His eyes clothes when you start humming feeling his body start to lock in comfort that he just wishes he could lay down on your lap whilst you coddle him. To comfort him and give him praise. But he knows you're warming up to him as he notices every time you come over you’re wearing some that accentuates your chest so that he would always notice. Your body temperature always rises when he’s around and your heart rate spikes when he’s standing next to you and he loves it. He just loves it so much and he knows how it feels since he feels the same way when he’es around you.

Once you get out of the show you wrap a towel around your body and start to dry yourself and make your way into the room and put on some underwear and an oversized shirt. You don’t even want to know where he got this shit from. You’re just so tired that once your head immediately hits the pillow you're out like a light. But some of it was due to the wine you have to admit.

After about an hour into your sleep Homelander makes his way into your room and he knows you're asleep by the way you snore quietly into the pillow. He notices that you left the light on and he knows that you have the tv on at your home and he wonders if the dark scares you. He shakes those thoughts out of your head as he comes to stand next to the bed and brings his now ungloved hand to caress your cheek.

Luckily for him your body is facing him so he has more leeway. His thumb gently strokes your cheekbone as you sleep and he’s noticed that you were a deep sleeper from the first time he’s entered your apartment. Homelander just loves everything about you even though he thinks humans are beneath him, you don’t count as one of those. You’re special.

Leaning down gently he presses his lips to your forehead. He makes an exit out of the room knowing the next time you sleep here it would be in his bed one way or the other.

The moment you wake up you go to the bathroom and brush your teeth before looking through the drawers and finding that there were some jeans and you immediately thanked god as you put them on and made your way down the stairs knowing it was only 9 o’clock in the morning. Luckily you didn’t have to teach today which caused some stress to exit your body.

Your stomach was growling from hunger and you knew you had to eat something and while you were at it you could make something for John and Ryan as well to thank them for letting you stay here.

Once you got the pancakes ready someone in front of the kitchen counter said. “Hello,”

You jump and immediately turn around to see Homelander standing there with a grin etched onto his face as he watches you cook.

“God John you scared the absolute shit out of me,” You let out a deep breath as he gives you this warm look that makes your body heat up. You’ve always thought he was attractive but you can’t help the ways he makes your heart skip a beat.

“Sorry once you woke up, that woke me up and I came down here wondering what you were doing,” Homelander softly says and you give him a confused look. “Super hearing and a very light sleeper,” He says pointing to his eyes and you have a look of realization on your face.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay here and what other way to thank you by making you and Ryan breakfast,” You rush out not wanting to make him mad but in reality nothing you did could ever make him mad at you.

“Don’t worry, it’s sweet that you thought of it and I know Ryan will love it, he usually wakes up around this time so, perfect timing,” Homelander says clapping his hands. “So how’d you sleep last night,” He questions.

“Amazing, the bed was so comfortable that I’m kinda upset that I have to sleep on my own mattress tonight,” You laugh as you take a bite out of the pancake.

Homelander subtly frowned that he forgot that you weren’t going to be here tonight and suddenly he felt his heart race at the thought of that. But on the other hand he was glad that you didn’t want to leave the house, it showed that you were comfortable around him and in his house. He was going to have to move the date of his plan soon because he was going crazy at the thought of you not being here for him or for Ryan.

“Well you’re more than welcome to stay another night, and it makes me happy to know that you feel comfortable here,” Homelander says.

“I just- I don’t know it’s just something about this place and about you and Ryan that makes this place so homey,” You tell him fiddling with your fingers.

“You know that makes me really happy to hear,” Homelander says with a chuckle, making you smile at him.

Suddenly you hear Ryan come running down the stairs and that makes you break out in a grin as he comes into the kitchen with a huge grin on your face.

“You’re still here,” Ryan says with happiness written all over his face alongside the huge smile on his lips. He comes up and wraps his tiny arms around your waist giving you a squeeze and you wince a little. When he usually hugs you, he’s gentle but sometimes he forgets his own strength and squeezes a bit too hard. But it never caused any long term damage and you could handle it since he was so happy to see you.

“Of course I am buddy I would never leave without saying goodbye to you,” You say leaning down and kissing his forehead while putting your arms around his shoulders giving him a squeeze too, not as hard as his but a squeeze nonetheless. “But I am going to have to go home soon you know that right,” You say not wanting to lead the poor kid on that you’re staying here forever.

“No I don’t want you to go,” Ryan sternly mumbled into your stomach as you felt his shoulders stiffen and you looked up and saw Homelander with a melancholy expression on his face and you frown in confusion.

“I know Ryan but you know you’ll see me soon, I’m not going to up and leave you forever,” You try to reassure him but giving his head a light caress.

“But why can’t you just stay here, it would be easier for you, and you wouldn’t have to drive here everyday and-and you wouldn’t be worried about the time,” Ryans words stumbled out of his mouth.

You didn’t know what to say to that, it was still obvious that Ryan wanted you here all the time and now it was bigger than the first day you met him and your heart started to race as the thought that you let this happen. You didn’t want to hurt Ryan, he’s such a sweet boy and you never want him to be sad but you can’t just break these boundaries. Even though deep down you know you’ve already broken a lot of boundaries.

“Ryan sweetie I know you don’t want me to leave but-,” You say but you were interrupted by Ryan.

“No don’t leave, please just don’t leave, dad make her stay,” Ryan says as he starts to cry into your stomach and you feel your throat start to dry up and your eyes begin to water.

His arms tightened a bit more and you held in a whimper not wanting to upset Ryan even more, you knew he didn’t want to hurt you so you just stood there and caressed his hair trying to remain calm.

“I know you’re upset Ryan and and you just- your dad can’t-,” You began to say again but this time you were interrupted by the man you were talking about and you were relieved at first but once the words came out of his mouth your heart rate increased.

“Okay I’ve had enough of this I didn’t want this to be today but it can’t go on like this anymore, you’re staying here and that’s final,” Homelander sternly said pointing this finger at you as you stood there agape at what he just said.

You could feel yourself stiffen and begin to sweat a bit as nervousness began to set and you swallowed as you tried to keep your calm but you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. Suddenly there was this knot in your stomach, the type of know that made you want to throw up and pass out, but with Ryan’s vice grip around you couldn’t even move.

“Homelander- John I can’t just stay here I don’t live here,” You rush out as you try to keep your breathing calm.

“Well know you do,” Homelander snapped. “I know this might be upsetting for you at first but soon you’ll love it here and I know you love it here when you come here everyday so why not just stay here,” He says trying to calm you down as he hears your heart increase and your breathing become more shallow.

“Because I don’t fucking live here John,” You snap giving him an angry look as Ryan nuzzles into your stomach and you can tell he’s starting more anxious due to the fighting but right now his father was being unreasonable.

“Hey you watch your language in front of my son,” Homelander snaps at and you swore you could see his glow red for a second and then you felt your stomach fall to your ass as your hands began to shake while you were caressing Ryan’s head.

You tried to say something but nothing came out as your breathing became more and more erratic as the reality of your situation began to flood your head. You felt a few tears roll down your face as you bit your lip trying to keep your sobs in. Breathing in and out you tried to calm yourself down but it wasn’t helping. When panic attacks usually happen to you, doing that usually helps but it’s not.

Homelander closed his eyes as he listened to your uneven breathing. This isn’t how he wanted to do this but, Ryan was freaking out and it was going to happen sooner or later so he just figured that why it not me now. He knew it would take time for you to settle but soon it would be like paradise for all three of you, he knew it.

“Okay Ryan bud,” Homelander came around the kitchen island to put his hand on Ryan’s other shoulder to get his attention as you looked up at him with fear in your eyes. “Why don’t go outside and play for a bit while me and Y/N talk okay,” He says, squeezing his shoulder.

“Why,” Ryan grumbled into your stomach and you closed your eyes as you felt Homelanders hand run down your arm.

“We just need to talk and situate everything,” Homelanders said. “Don’t worry she’s not leaving you can count on it,” He says as he gives you a look. Ryan doesn’t move and Homelander sighs. “Isn’t that right Y/N you’re not going to leave,” He says and Ryan looks up at you.

“Uh yeah,” You say as a tear trails down your cheek you put your hand on Ryan’s cheek. “Don’t worry about me, I'm staying,” You say with a tremble in your voice.

Ryan nods and gives you one last squeeze before running out. You rub your sides as you try to keep calm. You stand completely still as Homelander approaches you and puts his hands on your cheeks wiping the tears. You let out a little whimper not knowing what he was going to do.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you,” Homelander says at least not on purpose he thinks. “I know this must be hard to deal with but trust me when everything falls into place you are going to LOVE it, you won’t have to worry about anything any more,” He says giving you a pleading look.

“Homelander-Homelander-,” You stutter trying to begin your sentence but you were interrupted again by him.

“Don’t call me that, call me John,” Homelander says with annoyance coming across his features.

“John,” You begin to say. “I know it must be hard being a single dad but I-I can’t stay here,” You tremble underneath his hands as he looks at you in what you could describe as disappointment.

“Yes you can, you can stay here and take care of Ryan and take care of me, you can quit your job, you won’t have to worry about having to pay bills anymore, or about how you’re gonna eat with what money you have. You won’t have to worry about the guy who keeps fucking harassing everytime you leave your apartment. You just won’t have to worry,” Homelanders rants and your face looks as if you’ve seen a ghost. “I love you,” He whispers as he

You’ve never told him about your money problems. You never told him about your neighbor Ted who keeps flirting with you and groping you, and that information makes you stare up at him in shock. But on the other hand it feels nice to have someone wanting to take care of you, to care about you, to make sure you’re okay. Someone just to love you. You haven't been in a relationship in such a longtime that this is making you almost want to smile up at him.

“John I-I If you felt this way about me this isn’t how you go about it, you ask me on a date and then we work up to it,” You say, hesitantly raising your hand and putting your hand on his cheek giving it a gentle caress.

“I knew you weren’t going to like this but it’s a part of the risk, I need you here, and I know in due time you'll realize how right I am,” Homelander whispers as his lips hover over yours.

“I-I what about my stuff? What about my life?,” You say as the panic starts to come back.

“Don’t worry I’ll go and get it and you’ll feel like you’re just at home,” Homelander says before giving you a short peck on the lips. “Now,” He claps. “That's settled, I can finally relax and eat those pancakes that you made,” He says before sitting down.

You give him a wary look as he gives you a wink before delving into the food.

It’s been a few days since the whole Homelander kept you here and you were in denial for a bit. You thought he would send you home and that this whole thing was a prank and you could go on with your normal life.

But reality sunk in when Homelander moved your stuff into the room you slept in. You cried yourself to sleep that night not knowing what you were going to do. But you were woken up to Ryan shaking you and going on and on about how happy he was that you were here.

You didn’t want to admit it but it made you happy that Ryan was so happy to have you here but you wanted to keep a hold of your sanity, not wanting to fall into the trap. But you knew that you were going to give in, it was just a matter of time and you also knew that you didn’t mind it.

The past few days though Homelander has barely been at the house making you wonder if you could actually get away with packing and leaving. You could just run but it didn’t matter anymore, he would find you. No matter what. How could you run from him, he probably had eyes on you this whole time. You didn’t want to be on the reciprocating end of his anger so you just decided to stay put.

Another reason was Ryan. You didn’t want to leave him alone. You didn’t want him to feel abandoned by you, he’s already been through so much and you did want to help him and in the end you just decided that you would suck it up for Ryan. You would do this for him.

And he was so happy every day when he woke up he came to your room and climbed into your bed whilst resting his head on your chest. The two of you talked like it was just a normal day and you wanted it to stay like that.

But while Homelander was gone, you found yourself missing him, maybe this was Stockholm settling in but your heart was starting to ache for him. You wanted to feel his touch and feel his love, you couldn't keep that from him, he would just hear your heartbeat.

On the fifth night you were sitting on the couch with a glass of wine as you watched tv. You just put Ryan to bed a few hours ago and you wanted to catch up on some of the tv shows you watched.

Suddenly a whoosh made you jump a little and turn around to see Homelander standing there with a look of sadness on his face. His shoulders were slumped as he looked at you and it made you want to coo at him and ask what’s the matter.

“John, where’ve you been,” You say softly as he shakes his head softly and feels his heart race at the thought of you being worried.

“You’re not mad at me…. Anymore?” Homelander questions with a sullen tone and with a little pout on his lips that almost made your lips quick in a smirk but decided against it just in case that would make him angry.

“John you have to understand why I’m mad, you’d be angry if you were in my position, hell you’d probably set the house on fire if you were in my position,” You say with a tiny chuckle.

“I just don’t want to make you angry at me, I did what I did for my son and…. For you,” Homelander whispers as rounds the couch you were sitting on and points at the seat next to it subtly asking you if he could sit.

You nod and he sits next you and his body stiffens as he does not know what to do. You notice his saddened look and you feel your heart skip a beat at that.

“C’mere,” You sigh, opening your arms and the two of you lay down on the couch with Homelanders neck nuzzled into your neck and you running your fingers through his hair and he lets out a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile your other hand carefully caresses down his back trying to make him more happy and as you place a kiss on his forehead, you can feel him smile into your neck making your heart race.

His hands carefully wrap around your waist as he minds his strength while hugging you. This is heaven to him. This is what makes him happy.

As you keep running your fingers through his hair, he rubs his nose against your clavicle and gives you a few kisses there that makes a shiver run down your spine and you don’t want him to notice but he does and he gives your hip a squeeze. He knows you don’t want to admit it deep down that you like it but he can feel that you do. You love it.

“I’m glad we’re finally making progress,” Homelander whispers into your ear giving you a kiss right below it and you shake your head and chortle. “You’ll love it soon enough.”

“I just know it.”

And deep down he was right and you knew that.

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A Series Of Firsts

I remember the first time my scale read ‘error’. It ticked up to 408lbs and then the dreaded letters appeared.

I remember the first time I ate enough for more than 3 people. Just 3 is somewhat common for me.

I remember the first time my knees hurt just from trying to stand up. I’m really heavy. That was 40lbs ago.

I remember the first time I became so full my overhang was lifted slightly off my fatpad. So full I was distended to absurdity.

I remember the first time I learned if I lifted up my gut with my arms, it relieved my lower back pain.

I remember the first time a chair broke beneath my weight, I would also end up breaking a couch, and a bed. Then a toilet cracked beneath my weight.

I remember the first time a car noticeably sunk and the metal squealed when I sat inside it, and then the reverse when I got out.

I remember the first time my belly popped a button off a shirt, then it would rip one. Same for my waist breaking buttons off pants, and my thighs ripped holes in the legs. I have also destroyed a few pairs of underwear when I’ve sat down.

I remember the first time I realized my chest is bigger than many others’ chests. Usually mine are bigger.

I remember the first time my side profile in the mirror shocked me. Can I be this wide? That is constant now.

I remember the first time I became winded just bending over it squatting down for longer than a minute or two.

I remember the first time someone implied I need an extended mechanical grabber to pick things up because I’m so fat that my belly prevents me.

I remember the first time I realized I’m getting too fat for easy penetration.

I remember the first time I needed to lift up my belly and get my arm underneath it to pleasure myself.

I remember the first time I was so stuffed full I couldn’t reach. My belly was stopping my completely no matter the position.

I remember the first time I realized nothing in most clothing stores fits me. I cannot shop in person usually.

I remember the first time I outgrew my favorite shirt. This happens constantly now.

I remember the first time I was out of breath from simply standing up after stuffing myself. This would create an inescapable pattern.

I remember the first time I ate an entire cake at once. I actually bought 2, couldn’t finish the second.

I remember the first time I ate so much I fell asleep trying to digest it. An extra large pizza from a local place that I ate 90% of.

I remember the first time I cured my insomnia by eating so much I couldn’t stay awake.

I remember the first time I learned my body was desirable, that there are people who love pigs. They love gigantic, overfed bellies.

I remember the first time I started trying to belch to make more room inside my gut. Pretty much every meal now.

I remember the first time I realized a single thigh of mine is bigger than most people’s entire torsos. My belly can threaten someone’s entire body in size.

I remember the first time I ate 15 cookies in a row. Regular habit now.

I remember the first time someone told me to count calories and start overeating every meal. I had 7-10k every single day for 12 days straight.

I remember the first time I ate enough for 8 people. An entire pizza, and 3 entrees completely inside my belly, with a 2 liter Diet Coke.

I remember the first time I ate so much I couldn’t swallow anymore, and my jaw hurt, and I was actively fighting to keep it down. More common now.

I remember the first time I ate an entire tailgater tray from a fast food restaurant.

I remember the first time I ate 8 combos worth of food. Almost the entire menu.

I remember the first time I smothered someone with just my belly. Completely enveloped their head in my overhang.

I remember the first time someone made fun of me and called me fat in public. Unprompted stranger. That hurt.

I remember the first time I wanted my belly to hang to my knees, and become so much bigger than it is now. That was 30lbs ago or so.

I remember the first time I considered myself too fat, too heavy for myself.

I remember the first time I strongly considered going much further past my max weight, just because someone asked me to.

I remember the first time I outgrew a measuring tape. Those 60”s just aren’t enough for my body now.

I remember the first time I realized I am living to eat.

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The Question game 2

The sequel to question game part 1

Y/n x Keira Walsh x Alexia Putellas x Georgia Stanway x Alessia Russo x Katie McCabe x Leah Williamson x Ella Toone x Sam Kerr x Jessie Fleming x Rachel Daly x Millie Bright x Lucy Bronze x Claudia Pina

Warning: Smut! Smut! Smut!

Word count: 10k

*Y/n’s Pov*

Leah giggles and bites her lip. “Next up is Alexia.”

“Lay on your back baby.” Alexia says seductively.

Alexia joins me on the bed. Alexia lays on top of me and her back to my tits. I spread her legs a bit with mine. I smile as she is now in reverse Cowgirl. Alesia moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick.

“Mm fuck.” She moans.

I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this. “Put it in daddy. Put it in.” Alexis cutely begs.

“Mm yeah slut? You want daddy’s dick inside you?” I ask, teasing her.

“Mm yes please, I want it. I want it so bad.” Alesia says bedding me for my dick.

I smirk and grant her her wish. I slide my dick inside her. Alexia moans as she takes all 10 inches of me inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. Alexia moans and leans back against me.

I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy.

“Mm fuck, right there just like that.” Alesia moans.

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

“Fuck baby, you have amazing grip. You're so tight and warm.” I moan.

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Alexia screams in pleasure and grips the sheets. I make her look at me and make out with hers. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other. “Feels so good. Don’t you dare fucking stops don’t you dare pull out.” Alexia moans.

We both moan as I thrust up Into her faster and harder. “Fuck I’m gonna squirt!” Alexia screams in pleasure.

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Alexia moans and shudders as I do this. Alexia moans and squirts.

I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh, and in the blankets and sheets. We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Creampie #4:

Alexia moans and cums. I can’t take it anymore, I thrust up into her. Cum oozes and shoots inside her filling up her entrance, filling her up to the brim.

We both moan as I slowly thrust up into her helping up ride out our highs. After one final thrust, I slowly pull out. My dick falls limp as cum begins to leak out of her pussy and my lap, thighs and onto the sheets.

“Fuck baby you filled me to the brim.” Alexia cutely moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

I laugh and kiss her, Alexia smiles against my lips and kisses back. Alexia gets off the bed.

“Next up is Beth.” Leah says.

I blush, Fuck. I really get to receive a tit job from Beth Mead. Beth giggles and pushes me onto the bed making me sit on the edge of the bed.

Beth gets on her knees, she kneels between my legs and bites her lip as she checks out my length.

Beth kisses my thighs and kisses my dick. Beth spits on my tip slowly letting her spit drip down my dick before wrapping her tits around my dick. I moan as she slowly strokes my dick with her tits.

“F-Fuck Beth just like that.” I moaned as I began to play with her right nipple.

Beth began to speed up pressing her tits tighter and tighter around my cock covering it in spit as she continued to stroke my dick in spit.

“Fuck Beth I’m gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that.” I moaned as I gripped the sheets. She didn’t slow down as she kept going.

She began to play with my balls with her right hand. “Let it all out.” Beth giggled as she saw my facial expressions change: somehow I could feel myself getting harder as I got closer to cumming. A feeling I have never felt before.

Beth spat once more on my tip and went as fast as she could as she began to moan at the precum leaking out on her tits.

“Beth… oh m-my.”

Cumshot:

Cum shoots out of my cock going everywhere all over Beth’s face, tits, and even shooting in her mouth.

Beth stops tit fucking me and begins to lick up all the cum off her face and tits. I bite my lip and moan as I watch her do this.

“Mm you taste amazing.” Beth moans.

I blush darkly at her comment. “T-Thanks.” I stutter.

Beth giggles and licks up the remaining cum. Beth smiled as she planted a “Thank you” kiss on my lips.

I smile against her lips and kiss back. The girls giggle and cheer.

“Next up is Lucy bronze for who you’d do anal with.” Leah says.

I blush darkly In embarrassment as Leah exposed the question and who I picked for the question. Lucy giggles, she goes over to the desk and Bends over the desk giving me full access to her ass and pussy.

I smirked and moved behind her. “Fuck baby is this all for me?” I ask, biting my lip as I grab and squeeze her ass.

Lucy moans as I do this and cutely giggles. “All for you daddy.” She cutely blushes.

I begin to tease her asshole with my tip slowly getting her prepared for my length. I place my hand on her back and slowly enter her ass.

Lucy moans and grips the desk. “F-Fuck Y/n your massive.” She yells in a mix of pain and pleasure.

I moan and speak up my thrusts and move my hand from her back to gripping her hair. I pull her hair allowing me to go even deeper inside her.

“Fuck this is amazing, you feel amazing babe.” I say Softly as I use my spare hand and grip her ass.

The view of Lucy fidgeting from the pleasure trying to grip any part of the desk she could as I continued to fuck her going even faster. Watching her ass ripple after each thrust, her fat ass bouncing off my thighs was a view I’ve dreamed of seeing.

The girls giggle and moan and watch Lucy’s ass ripple and bounce off my cock and thighs.

“Fuck your ass is fat as fuck Bronze.” Leah moans.

“Ugh I wanna strap that fat ass so fucking barely Rachel moans as she touches herself.

“Mm I wanna eat that ass.” Katie moans.

I giggle at their comments. I move my hands and grip her hips and pull her into me. This causes me to go deeper inside her, making us both moan in pleasure.

“Luce I feel like I’m going to explode already.” I moan, my thrusts becoming slower.

“Let go baby, fill my ass up with your seed.” Lucy moans in pleasure.

5 months pass, the only sounds in the room were our moans and my balls slapping against her skin. I moan as I slowly reach my high.

I feel the sudden urge to cum building up. I moan and slam my cock inside Lucy’s ass making her moan loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #5:

I can’t take it anymore. I slam my cock deep inside her, cum shoots inside her filling Lucy’s ass filling her ass up to the brim.

“Mm yes. Pump your seed in my ass.” Lucy moans.

I giggle and moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her riding out my high. We both moan as I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozing out of her ass and drilling down her folds. Cum glazes her folds, cum drips down her thighs and drips onto the floor.

Lucy moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her. The girls giggle. “Fuck baby. You filled her ass to the brim with your lol Ona says.

Lucy moans and blushes as Ona grabs and squeezes her ass and bites her lip checking out the mess I had left behind in her girlfriend's ass.

“Fuck Luce your ass looks sexy with Y/n’s cum in it.” Ona says a

Lucy moans as Ona kisses and licks her cum filled ass and cum covered folds. I giggle as I watch Ona do this to her girlfriend Leah giggles.

“Next up is Grace. You get to eat her out.” Leah says.

I smirk as Grace gets shy and blushes darkly. “Lay on the bed and spread them legs baby.” I say.

Grace blushes, she does as I say and lays on the bed. I smirk and join her on the bed, I lay between her legs. I smirk and swipe my finger up her folds, collecting her juices on my finger.

Grace cutely gasps and moans as I do thuds I smirk and kiss her Inner thighs and folds. Grace cutely moans in pleasure as I do this. Grace grabs my head and pushes my head to where she needs me the most.

I smirk and lick her folds. Grace moans as I lick her folds and rubs her fingers through my hair. Grace bites her lip as I spit on her clit. My spit drips and runs down her folds.

I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I begin to eat her out.

*Grace’s Pov*

I moan and run my fingers through her hair as she licks my folds. I bite my lip as she spits on my clit, I watch and get more wet and turned on as I watch her spit drip and run down my folds.

I moan as Y/n slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she begins to eat me out. I rest my legs on her shoulders, I moan as she slips in a second finger and fingers me a bit faster as she continues to eat me out.

“Mm fuck, right there.” I moan in pleasure.

I moan and grip the sheets, I gasp and moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure.

“Holy shit Y/n.” I moan as she curls her fingers and fingers me faster.

I moan and slowly grind against her face and fingers desperate for a release. After 2 More minutes of eating me out, I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

The urge to cum was getting stronger. “Fuck Y/n baby I’m gonna cum.” I moan.

Y/n continues to suck on my clit and finger me. I can’t take it anymore, and let go and cum all over her face, fingers and chin.

Y/n helps me ride out my high. I moan as she slowly pulls her fingers out of me, I moan as I watch her lick and suck my juices off her fingers. Y/n wipes my juices off her chin, she licks and cleans up my sticky mess.

Y/n comes up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. “Mm you taste amazing.”

I smile and kiss her. “Fuck you really know how to eat out a girl.” I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath. I finally catch my breath, I collect myself and get off the bed.

*Y/n’s Pov*

“Next go for who do you pick to jerk off to and cum on? You said Rachel.” Leah giggles. “Rachel lay on the bed baby. Y/n’s hard and needy to get rid of her Woodie.” Leah says.

I blush darkly at her comments Rachel giggled and lays on the bed. I join Rachel on the bed and straddle her waist. I bite my lip as I feel her juices on my ass.

“Mm your soaking wet baby.” I say.

Rachel cutely giggles and blushes. “S-Shut up, you dork.” Rachel says

I spit in my dick and slowly stroke my dick. Rachel bites her lip and watches my jerk off. I bite my lip and stroke my dick a bit faster. Rachel places her hand on my thigh as I continue to jerk off.

“You gonna cum? You're gonna cum all over my stomach, abs and tits.” Rachel asks seductively.

I moan in pleasure and nod. “Yeah I’m gonna cum all over your stomach, Abs and tits.” I moan and stroke my dick.

Rachel smirks and bites her lip as she watches me jerk off. “Come on baby. Give me that load.” Rachel says seductively.

“Fuck I bet you wanna fuck my pussy and unload your seed inside me.” Rachel says.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to Cumming. I stroke my dick a bit faster.

“Come on daddy give it to me.” Rachel says.

Rachel bites her lip and watches me jerk off. I was throbbing, I was rock hard and really needed to cum. Rachel looks over at Leah.

“Can I help her?” Rachel asks.

Leah smirks and nods. Rachel licks her palm. She wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I Moan as she does this, Rachel smiles and strokes my dick faster and faster.

“Gah fuck.” I moan loudly in pleasure. I moan and lock eyes with her. “Fuck Daly just like that. I’m gonna cum buckets.” I moan.

Rachel smirks and massages my balls as she continues to stroke my dick. “Mm I can feel you throbbing.Fuck baby your dick is so hard. Someone really needs to cum.” Rach says stroking my dick faster.

“Mm fuck I need to cum so bad.” I moan in pleasure.

“Yeah baby? You gonna cum?” Rachel asks seductively as she gives me an amazing handjob.

I moan as I feel my balls tighten. “Rachel baby I’m gon-” I’m unable to warn her in time.

*Cum Shot*

I can’t take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and shoots out of my dick and shoots onto her abs, stomach and tits. Some even goes on her face, in her hair and in her mouth.

“Fuck baby that’s it let it out.” Rachel says. She scoops up whatever cum she can and puts what she can in her mouth. “Mm you taste good baby.” Rach moans.

I moan and smile coming down from my high. The last of my cum oozing into her abs, Rachel sits up and kisses me. I smile against her lips and kiss back.

“Mm next up is Millie.” Leah giggles.

Millie giggles, she pushes my back onto the bed and straddles my waist. “Mm your soaking wet Mills.” I moan as I feel her juices on my dick and Abs.

“Mm shut up you dork.” Millie giggles.

We both moan as she slowly grinds her clit against my dick. “Mm F-Fuck.” I moan in pleasure. I place my hand on her ass and squeeze her ass. “Mm so fit and thick.” I moan.

Millie moans as I squeeze her ass. I moan as Millie grinds against my dick faster. I moan and spank her ass.

“Mm fuck feels so good.” Millie moans in pleasure.

I moan as my precum leaks out against her clit. “F-Fuck I can feel you throbbing baby.” Millie moans in pleasure.

“Mills baby, ugh I’m so close I moan in pleasure.

The urge to cum was getting stronger. Millie moans loudly in pleasure. She pins me against the bed and grips my tits and grinds her clit against my dick even faster.

We both moan in pleasure. Millie squirts all over my dick, thighs, abs and all over the sheets. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel my balls tighten.

Millie moans and cums. Millie cumming sends me over the edge.

Cumshot:

I can’t take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and shoots onto my abs, stomach, and tits. Cum glazes her folds and thighs. Millie moans abs slowly grind against my dick helping me ride out my high.

The last of my cum oozing and spurting into my abs and stomach. Millie leans down and makes out with me. I smile against her lips and kiss back.

Millie gets off me and lays between my legs and licks our juices and cum odd my dick, I gasp and moan as she does this and then my fingers through her hair.

I bite my lip as Millie licks up every drop of cum. Once she is done Millie gets off the bed. I blush darkly as the girls giggle and cheer.

“Fuck, that was so sexy to watch.” Rach moans.

The girls giggle at her comment and agree with her. I smirk as I remember that Viv was next mm I get to fuck her and surprise her with a creampie. Viv joins me on the bed and lays on the side.

Viv spreads her legs a bit giving me access to her wet pussy. Viv scoots her ass back against me and lifts her leg up a bit. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my cock inside her.

I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. Viv moans as she takes my dick deep inside her.

“Mm so tight and wet.” I moan in pleasure.

“Ugh F-Fuck your huge.” Viv moans.

*Viv’s Pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she’s really deep inside me. I can feel her throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moaned and rested my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy and her cute moans as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster and a bit harder. I moan loudly in pleasure.

“Fuck baby, mm feels so good.” I cry out in pleasure.

“Yeah? You like that baby, daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?” She questions as she goes faster and faster.

“Mm I love it.” I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

Mm her being a dom was so sexy it made me weak as made me even more wet. It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure as my walls clench around her.

It’s only been 15 minutes and I was already about to cum. “Mm, someone close?” Y/n asks seductively.

“Mm I’m so close. I’m gonna cum.” I moan in pleasure.

“Let go baby, cum for me.” Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickeys. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

“Mmm fuck, I’m gonna squirt.” I moan, I squirt all over her dick, abs, and all over the sheets.

Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to hit my g spot. Y/n and I both moan in pleasure, my legs shake and buckle in pleasure.

“Mm fuck, so tight.” Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I wrap my arm around her, I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy. I moan and kiss her deeply, we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game, Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder.

My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

“Ugh fuck, Y/n baby I’m close.” I moan in pleasure.

“Me too baby.” Y/n moans.

My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

“Need to cum baby?” Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

“So damn bad.” I moan in pleasure.

“Let go baby.” Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick.

Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder.

*Y/n’s Pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself about to bust, I moan as my balls tighten.

Creampie #6:

Viv moan and cums. I can’t take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and fills up Viv’s entrance filling her up to the brim. Viv gasps and moans as I unload my seed inside her.

“F-Fuck, ugh y-you were supposed to pull out.” Viv moans.

Beth giggles. “It’s okay baby her and I talked. I told her to surprise you with a creampie.” Beth giggles.

Viv blushes darkly at her comment.

I giggle and kiss her. Viv smiles against my lips and kisses back. Beth giggles and rubs her girlfriends clit.

“Fuck baby, she filled you to the brim.” Beth giggles.

Viv moans and cutely giggles as Beth does this. I smirk, Leah giggles and kisses me. I smile and kiss back.

“Next up is Ona.” Leah says.

I smirk and look over at Ona. Beth and Viv get off the bed, I look over at Ona.

“Get on the bed and lay on the bed love.” I say.

Ona blushes darkly. She does as I say, she gets on the bed and lays down. I smirk, I sit on her abs. I spit on my dick and slowly stroke my dick. Ona bites her lip, she stops me and takes over.

Lucy giggles as I moan in pleasure. Ons cutely giggles, she bites her lip and slowly strokes my dick.

“Gah fuck.” I moan.

I moan and look at Leah. “C-Can she suck me off then stop when I’m about to cum and make me finish on her face?” I ask moaning in pleasure.

Leah giggles and nods. Ona wastes no time and takes my dick in her mouth. “F-Fuck Ona your mouth feels so good.” I moan.

Ona hums against my dick and slowly bobs her head. “Mm fuck.” I moan and play with her tits.

Lucy giggles. “Fuck, hehe that it baby.” Lucy moans as she watches her girlfriend give me head.

I moan and play with her tits as she continues to suck my dick and play with my balls. I moan, Ona strokes the base of my cock as she plays with my balls.

I moan as Ona swirls her tongue around my tip and plays with my balls. Ona lets my dick pop out of her mouth as she kisses my inner thigh and smiles.

l’m you’re so big baby.” She whispers as she takes my dick back in her mouth deep throating me causing me to become a moaning mess. Ona locks eyes with me, she hums against my dick seeing the reaction she was getting from me.

“I’m gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that.” I moan. I place my hand on Ona’s head and help her bob her head. She was making me closer to cumming.

I quickly take my dick out of her mouth. Ona cutely giggled as I tapped her cheek and mouth with my dick and stroked it. I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

*Facial:

I moan in pleasure, I can’t take it anymore. I moan as cum shoots out of my dick and Oozes and spurts all day her lips, face and mouth. The girls giggle and moan as they watch me paint Ona’s face.

“Fuck baby, you covered me.” Ona moans as she licks up what she can.

“Mm I made you my personal coloring book.” I moan as I admire the sticky mess I left behind on her beautiful face.

I smirk and kiss Ona, Ona smiles against my lips and kisses back. I smirk and get off her. Ona gets off the bed.

Leah giggles. “Next up is Lena. This is gonna be sexy to watch.” Leah says.

I blush darkly. Alessia giggles. “What’s the next question?” Alessia asks.

“Who would you let take your dick between your ass cheeks and twerk on it?” Leah giggles. “Y/n chose Lena.”

They giggle and cheer as Lena smirks and she’s me back onto the bed. Lena joins me on the bed, Lena turns her back to me and spreads her ass cheeks. I smirk and place my dick in between her ass cheeks.

I bite my lip and quietly moan as Lena takes my dick between her ass cheeks and slowly twerks. The girls moan and touch themselves as they watch Lena twerk on my dick.

Lena moans from the frictions and twerks a bit faster. “Ugh fuck.” I moan in pleasure.

Lena moans and continues to twerk on my dick. I moan and spank and squeeze her ass, Lena giggles and moans as I do this.

Lena moans and continues to twerk on my dick. I bit my lip, I could feel how wet she was. We both moan as Lena twerks on my dick faster.

“Mm fuck.” I moan and lay my head back on the pillow behind me. The girls giggle and moan as they touch themselves as they watch Lena twerk on my dick faster.

“Mm fuck, feels so good.” Lena moans.

I bite my lip and smirk as I feel her juices on my dick. Fuck the urge to cum was getting stronger. It’s only been 10 minutes, Lena giggles as she feels my dick throbbing and my precum leak on her folds.

“Someone close?” Lena teases.

I moan in pleasure. “I’m close, ugh i'm gonna… ugh cum buckets.” I moan and grip the sheets.

Lena and the girls giggle at my comment. Lena moans in pleasure and twerks on my dick going faster and faster than before. We both moan in pleasure, Lena moans and cums.

*Cum Shot*

I moan loudly in pleasure and cum like crazy. Cum shoots out of my dick and spurts onto Lena’s ass and back and in between her ass cheeks. Some of my cum glazes her folds.

Lena giggles and slowly twerks on my dick helping me ride out my high. The last of my cum oozing onto her back and ass and between her ass cheek.

I giggle, I spank Lena’s ass and admire the sticky mess I had left behind on Lena’s back and ass. Lena giggles and gets off me.

Leah giggles. “May as well just stay there, next up is Claudia.” Leah says. “Next” Leah announced. “You picked Claudia Pina to ride and get off on your face” She added

I nodded in Leah’s directed as Claudia stood up

“Lay down baby” Leah whispered as I did this, laying on my back.

Leah made her way over to Claudia helping her to undo the button on her pants, helping her pull down her panties.

“Your up” Leah whispered in Claudia’s ear.

Claudia made her way over to me, climbing on the bed. She kissed my lips as I smiled into the kiss. Pulling herself away she stood up wrapping her legs each side of my face. I gave her ass a little spank and stuck my tongue out as she slowly sank down onto my tongue.

“Fuck” Claudia whispered

She began to slowly move forwards and backwards on my tongue as I kept it as still as possible. She tasted like heaven, her juices dripping down my tongue.

“Uhhh god your tongue, fuck Y/N, your tongue is amazing” she whispered as she gripped her boobs.

“She’s loving that” Georgia giggled

“She really is” Leah responded.

Claudia began to ride my face a little faster, her hands moving down to my stomach to keep her still, her thighs tightening around my head keeping me still as possible.

I reached my hand around her body and placed my thumb in her clit and began to rub it slowly.

Claudia jolted at this touch as she carried on riding my face.

“Ughhh fuck Y/n fuck, keep going” She yelled her hands now gripping in my hair.

I began to move my tongue in and out of her pussy as she continued to ride my face. I could feel the way her pussy began to leak more and more juices.

“She’s going to cum” Alessia giggled

When I heard this I began to move my tongue a lot faster, feeling the way Claudia began to fidget on top of me.

“Ughhh god Y/n please, please” she yelled taking grip of my hair tighter

“Next” Leah announced. “You picked Claudia Pina to ride and get off on your face” She added

I nodded in Leah’s directed as Claudia stood up

“Lay down baby” Leah whispered as I did this, laying on my back.

Leah made her way over to Claudia helping her to undo the button on her pants, helping her pull down her panties.

“Your up” Leah whispered in Claudia’s ear.

“Fuck” Claudia whispered

She began to slowly move forwards and backwards on my tongue as I kept it as still as possible. She tasted like heaven, her juices dripping down my tongue.

“Uhhh god your tongue, fuck Y/N, your tongue is amazing” she whispered as she gripped her boobs.

“She’s loving that” Georgia giggled

“She really is” Leah responded.

Claudia began to ride my face a little faster, her hands moving down to my stomach to keep her still, her thighs tightening around my head keeping me still as possible.

I reached my hand around her body and placed my thumb in her clit and began to rub it slowly.

Claudia jolted at this touch as she carried on riding my face.

“Ughhh fuck Y/n fuck, keep going” She yelled her hands now gripping in my hair.

I began to move my tongue in and out of her pussy as she continued to ride my face. I could feel the way her pussy began to leak more and more juices.

“She’s going to cum” Alessia giggled

When I heard this I began to move my tongue a lot faster, feeling the way Claudia began to fidge

“Uuuuugggh fuck, Y/n fuck keep going.” She yelled her hands now gripping my hair.

All I heard was the beautiful sound of Claudia moaning as her wetness squirted all over my face. Her grinding got faster as she continued to cum and squirt all over my face and into my mouth, tasting like heaven.

I snaked my hands up to her stomach as she slowly rode out her high.Her legs trembling beneath her she climbed off my face placing a kiss on my lips.

“Thank you” she whispered as she kissed me again.

I had a smile on my face as I tasted the little bits of cum still left on my face. Fuck she tasted amazing.

I was taken out of my thought by Leah’s next announcement.

“Not so fast Pina” She said pacing her hand on Claudia’s chest.

“I enjoyed that so much, i think you should go again” Leah said with a smile on her face.

It didn’t take long for after the words left Leah’s mouth, Claudia was back on my face, her thighs rested either side.

“Fuck” Leah whispered. “This is making me so wet” she laughed.

I could only just hear this over Claudia’s moaning, constantly grinding against my mouth for the second time, her juices running down my tongue.

I gripped her ass, pulling her ass part giving me more access into her pussy, moaning and groaning into her pussy.

“Oh fuck Y/n” she moaned as she gripped her hands in my hair. “Your mouth feels, fuck, your mouth feels amazing” she stuttered, her voice breaking from the pleasures.

“She’s gonna cum again, look at her stomach move” Leah whispered to Georgia not able to look away.

Leah was definitely right. Claudia carried on grinding on my tongue, moving my head in the directions she needed me screaming and moaning in pleasure. Her legs beginning to shake as I constantly dipped my tongue in and out of her pussy.

With a might scream for the second time Claudia came all over my tongue. Moaning and groaning, her hands rubbing along her body, squeezing her boobs.

Using my tongue to slowly come down from her high she climbed off my face for the second time, her face covered in sweat.

“Fuck you y/n, you are amazing” she whispered as she got off my face, her hands on my cheeks as she pulled me into a kiss.

I sat up off the bed and made eye contact with a Leah full of blush in her face.

“Does my pretty girl want a go” I asked in direction to Leah.

She didn’t say much, to my surprise she nodded with her eyes full of desperation.

“Come here then” I said with a smile as Leah made her way over to me.

To be honest I could wait to taste Leah. The perfect girl. The way she slowly climb onto the bed not breaking eye contact with me as she kissed my lips.

“You ready” she asked me

“Ofcourse” I whispered back kissing her lips.

Slowly Leah climbed onto my face as she lowered her pussy down onto my already used tongue.

“Fuck Claudia she does feel really fucking good” Leah moaned as she gripped my boobs.

Slowly she began to move against my tongue. I pushed my mouth against her pussy causing her to moan in pure pleasure. Leah’s moans were the best type of moans, full of such passionate noises, immediately turning me on.

I reached my hands up to her ass as I gripped it tightly spanking her, causing another moan to leave her mouth.

“Do that again” Leah asked almost begging.

I did as she said with a smile not so visible on my face as I spanked her again. This almost immediately turned her into a moaning mess. Constantly grinding against my tongue her juices covered my tongue and spilling onto my chin.

The view I had of her ass moving back and forth, her perfect pony tail moving in all directions as she continued to ride me.

My tongue deep inside her pussy I felt her walls tightening telling me she was about to cum.

“Ughhhh fuck Y/n fuck, yes” she yelled as cum came leaking out of her pussy all over my face.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs pulling her into me, my tongue going deeper inside of her. Her moans becoming louder.

“Ughhh fuck yes y/n, I fucking love you” she shouted as she continued to cum.

Quickly enough she came down from her high grinding her pussy into my tongue a few more times before standing up. Doing the same as Claudia she kissed my lips allowing her to taste herself on me.

With a smile on her face and no more words she made her way back to the other girls, happier and more relieved than before.

“Well” Leah giggled as she grabbed her list and began to scan through the pages like nothing had happened trying to keep her act of dominance present.

“Next question. This isn’t a player question, but the question is. What team would you pick to have an orgy with? And Y/n answered "England.” Leah says.

The England girls giggle and cheer as Leah says this.

“Who’s up next” I ask Leah looking at the girls still left in-front of me.

“Next up is Tooney” Leah smiled looking at Ella. “Tooney is up to be throat fucked” Leah announced as Ella got up off the chair and made her way over to me, a beaming smile on her face.

The rest of the girls watched as Ella dropped to her knees in-front of me.

Visibly I could see Ella begin to get her self ready, herself prepared for what was about to come.

“Boooo, do it properly, get her on her back upside down” Georgia announced, getting a few giggles from the girls.

I looked down at Ella.

“She’s right,” I said with a smile rubbing my thumb across her lips. “Get on the bed, let me do it properly”

Ella nodded, looking up at me. Not saying a word she got into the bed, laying on her back upside down, her head dangling at the end of the bed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna destroy that throat” I whispered with a moan as I began to rub my tip over her lips.

“Open up baby, let me in that slutty throat of yours” I said tapping her throat.

Ella opened on command, immediately slamming deep into her throat, causing her to gag.

“She’s really taking it” I hear Leah say in the background.

I couldn’t answer back, the pleasure I was feeling, constantly thrusting in and out of Ella’s tight throat, hearing her gag every time, the feeling of my balls hitting her nose.

“Fuck Ella, your throat is so tight” I moaned as I took a grip of her right boob and continued to thrust in and out.

Saliva began to pour out of her mouth covering her eyes and nose.

“Fuck, so messy” I giggled

I could feel Ella begin to struggle, some of the girls talking in the background. I couldn’t stop now, I was getting too close. I sped my thrusts up, every time I hit the back of her throat I gained a gag from Ella, her hands began to grip my thighs.

“A little more Ella” I moaned gripping her tit a little tighter, fucking her throat faster.

*throat pie*

I couldn’t take it anymore. With a final thrust, my dick sliding down Ella’s throat I exploded, filling her throat up causing her to gag and choke.

I pulled out causing Ella to gasp loudly for air after she was made to swallow my load. Her face covered in saliva mixed with tears from her eyes. Her eyes were red, her mascara smudged.

Ella stilled the layed in position as I began to jerk by dick off. She looked at me with a pleading looking in her eyes, a smile on her face,

Immediately I smiled back, a little nod of her head indicated to me she wanted round 2, something I couldn’t say no too.

“Right next up is….”

Before Leah could finish I slammed back into Ella’s mouth, her wrapping her arms around my thighs keeping me deep inside of her

“Y/n you can’t do that” Leah said slightly annoyed.

“She wanted to go another round.” I said with a moan, my thrusts at the same speed as before.

“I’ll deal with you later,” Leah said under her breath.

I didn’t pay any attention to Leah, only the girl in front of me. I could constantly see the bulge in Ella’s throat after every thrust.

The sound of Ella’s gags was music to my ears as I continued to destroy her throat.

My hands led at each side of her throat lightly gripping it.

“Fuck Ella, I’m getting close again” I moaned as I, my balls now covered in spit.

The sight of her mouth swallowing my dick made me harder and harder, like a perfect fit. The way her chin rested against my crotch every time I bottomed out inside her throat.

*throatpie*

“Fuckkkkk” I yelled

Slamming all the way down her throat, bottoming out inside of her I exploded for a second time, making Ella choke on my seed once again.

“Taste nice” I moaned, still coming down from my high as Ella sat up off the bed wiping her mouth.

“I’m gonna struggle to talk for days” She whispered, her voice already affected by the fucking it had just received.

“Next you decided on picking Georgia and Alessia for a threesome,” Leah smiled, changing the subject from her orgasm that took place almost 15 minutes ago.

I nodded my head in agreement, my dick already hard but now getting harder.

“Up you go girls” Leah said to Alessia and Georgia giggled and joined me on the bed.

I bite my lip and blush as Georgia makes me lay on the bed, I bite my lip as Georgia and Alessia lay between my legs. I moan as Georgia sucks my balls and Alessia licks my dick and swirls her tongue around my tip.

“Mmm fuck.” I moan.

Georgia slips a finger in my ass and slowly fingers my ass as she sucks my balls as Alessia takes my dick in her mouth and slowly bobs her head making me a moaning mess.

“Mmm f-fuck.” I moan.

Alessia locks eyes with me as she bobs her head a bit faster I moan as she sucks me off for 2 minutes and then stops. Georgia takes my cock in her light and immediately starts bobbing her head as Alessia sucks my balls and fingers my ass a bit faster.

“Ugh fuck.” I moan loudly in pleasure. I moan and massage my tits as they continue to team up on me and give me a double blow job.

Georgia hums against my dick as she sees my facial expressions changed from the pleasure. Georgia sucks me off for another 2 minutes and then stops.

I moan loudly in pleasure. It's only been 5 minutes and the urge to cum was getting stronger and stronger.

“Ugh fuck, I’m close.” I moan. Leah and the girls giggle and moan as they hear my comment.

Alessia hears this, her and Georgia push their faces together and bite their lips and they look at me with pleading eyes begging for my load. Georgia fingers my ass faster as Alessia strokes my cock.

I moan as my balls tighten.

Cumshot/ Facial:

Georgia and Alessia smile and giggle as ropes of warm thick cum shoot into their faces. Cum costs their foreheads, cheeks, chins, noses and eyes.

Some of the cum goes in their mouths and on their tongues. They smile and swallow my cum. Alessia giggles and continues to slowly stroke my dick helping me ride out my high as the last of my cum oozes and spurts on their faces and tits.

Alessia and Georgia make out and lick my cum off each other's faces. The girls moan and watch as Alessia and Georgia make out and lick my cum off each other's faces getting every drop of cum.

Alessia and Georgia giggle. Alessia lays on the bed and lays in missionary, Georgia smirks and holds her Legs up. I bite my lip and kiss them both. Alessia moans on the kiss as I slip my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

We both moan as I’m deep inside her. “Tell me when to move babe.” I say.

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Alessia kisses back. "M-Move." Alessia moans.

I rest my head against Alessia’s and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Alessia’s pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm, someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I moan as Georgia kisses me and continues to hold my legs up as Y/n continues to fuck me and slam her cock deep Inside me.

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release.i moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I was as I saw pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my pussy. Give me your thick warm load."

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Alessia moans in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Alessia giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Alessia moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, Alessia moans and cums all over my dick. Alessia cumming sends me over the edge. I moan and cum, cum shoots out of dick and fills up Lessie’s entrance filling her up to the brim. We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs.

We both moan as the last of my cum shoots and spurts inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Alessia moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Alessia ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Alessia pants out.

Georgia giggles and gets on all fours. Alessia leans in and licks her pussy Georgia gasps and moans as Alessia licks her pussy.

“Mm fuck.” Georgia moans.

I moan and stroke my dick as Alessia licks and eat Georgia's pussy getting it ready for me.

“That’s it slut eat her pussy and get it ready for me.” I moan.

Alessia eat Georgia's pussy for another 2 minutes and then stops. Alessia lays on the bed and fingers herself as I slide my cock inside Georgia,

Georgia and I both moan as I’m deep inside her. “Mm fuck so tight and wet.” I moan in pleasure.

"Such a good girl." I say and spank her ass as she wiggled it around.

I get situated behind her, I line my dick up with her pussy, a thought comes to mind as I reach around Georgias body taking grip of both her wrists and place them behind her back so her face was against the mattress.

"Ready baby? Ready to get destroyed?" I whispered as I gripped her wrists tighter and slammed my cock deep inside her pussy.

She let out a mighty scream filled with pleasure as I bottomed out inside of her pussy, not slowing down.

"This is what you get for teasing me at dinner. I was always gonna get the last laugh." I moaned as I carried on destroying her entrance. Georgia tries to reply to which I press her face into the pillows muffling whatever she tried to say.

The sight of her ass rippling against me after every thrust was a sight I loved to see. Georgia trying to move her hands but couldn't from the grip I had on them seemed to send her into overdrive. Her moans became louder, sweat dripping down her back as she began to get closer to her orgasm.

"That's it, let it out." I whispered, I leant forward placing delicate kisses to her back.

As soon as my words left my mouth Georgia exploded. Noises coming from her mouth I had never heard before. Georgia squirts all over my stomach, as I felt her walls tighten around my cock immediately making my balls tighten.

Creampie 2:

"Fuck." I yelled as I began to cum at the same time as Georgia . I could feel my cum oozing inside of her, not being able to warn her in time. Us both moaning together as we reached our highs, filling her pussy to the brim.

One final spank to her right cheek, I let go of her hands to which she fell onto the bed exhausted. I planted a kiss on her ass before moving the kisses up and down her back receiving little giggles from Georgia . I smile flipping her over onto her back.

I lean down and kiss her, Georgia smiles against my lips and kisses back.

“You guys okay?” I giggle as they moan. They both moan as my cum continues to ooze out of them and onto the bed.

“Mm perfect. That was amazing.” They both moan.

I smile. “Next you said you’d like Caitlin to wake you up with a blowjob” Leah announced

“That is correct.” I responded

“Well since you can’t actually wake up, Caitlin’s just going to suck you off” she explained as Caitlin made her way over to me

“Fuck, yes, yes please” I replied running my hand through Caitlin’s hair.

I quietly moan as Caitlin lowers her hand and rubs my dick and starts kissing my neck.

“Please” I whisper as I move my neck allowing her better access

“Relax” she whisprerd Relax and enjoy.”

I nod, all the girls watching on as Caitlin lowers she head level with my throbbing dick.

I bite my lip as she licks my dick and spits on my dick. I blush as her spit drips and runs down my length. I bite my lip and blush as Caitlin takes my length in her mouth. Mmm fuck her mouth was so warm.

I reach over and hold her hair up in a ponytail, for some reason this turning me on even more. I quietly moan as she begins to slowly bobs her head, slightly choking and gaging as my tip hits the back of her throat. Caitlin reaches down and toys with my balls as she bobs her head a bit faster.

Fucking hell it’s only been 3 minutes and I’m already close to cumming. God Caitlin really knows how to suck a dick, I quietly moan and grip the sheets and rest my legs on her shoulders.

I grab her head and help her bob her a bit faster. After 5 more minutes of an amazing blowjob I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

My precum leaks in Caitlin’s mouth and down her throat letting her know that I was about to bust.

Throat pie:

I can’t take it anymore bust my load is in Caitlin’s mouth. I grab hold of her head and push her head down on my cock as I finish in her mouth. I bite my lip and quietly moan and cum in her mouth and down her throat.

Caitlin chokes and gags a bit as I cum. Lifting her head up a bit and swallows my load. She licks up every drop of my cum and swallows it.

Caitlin looked me in the eye with a smile and suddenly takes my dick back in her mouth and bobs her head without any warning. I moan, my legs shake and buckle in pleasure a bit as Rach continues to suck the soul out of dick.

“Ohhh god Caitlin, please, please keep going” the grip I had in her hair now.

I leaned my head back as Caitlin carried on devouring my dick. It felt amazing, my throbbing cock leaking pre cum for the second time, my tip hitting the back of her throat at a fast speed. My knuckles turning white from the grip I had on the bed sheets.

All the girls watching on with awe from the way Caitlin’s head movements didn’t slow down.

She placed her hands on my thighs as she continued to give me head.

“Fuck Caitlin fuck, keep going please”

I moaned my grip in her hair was getting tighter.

She sped up her sucking, her saliva going all over her lips, dripping down her chin. She continued to deepthroat me, my eyes rolling to the back of her head. My legs were shaking constantly as I began to lose feeling in them, my mind going fuzzy.

I took her left boob in my hand, squeezing lightly as I felt the feeling of my balls tightening telling me I was about to cum.

*Throatpie*

“Ooohhh fuck Caitlin fuck. Please, please” I moaned

I didn’t have time to warn her as I held her head down my dick for the second time, exploding down her throat, making her gag on my second load.

“Fuck Caitlin” I whispered as I let her head back up, locking eyes with her “you could have warned me” I giggled.

She got up off the bed pressing the deepest kiss to my lips making me taste myself.

“There wouldn’t have been any fun if I had told you” she giggled leaning forward kissing both of my hard nipples.

“Fuck, you Caitlin, you’re such a good girl” I smiled as she left the side of the bed still wiping her lips cleaned.

We finish playing the game and the girls get dressed and leave and head back to their rooms to sleep.

Leah doesn’t leave the room as she looks over her shoulder at me with a little smile, locking the door behind the girls.

"Remember how you gave Tooney another go without my consent” Leah hissed

"Y-y-y-yes " i stuttered a little confused

"Well for that your being punished, Lay on the bed .” Leah says dominance riddle in her tone

I bite my lip and obey and lay on the bed, Leah joins me on the bed. Leah grabs my hands and pins them above my head,

"Im going to use you however I wish and your going to be a good girl and listen” she hissed as she reached over pinching my nipple.

"Y-y-yes Le” I stuttered

"Good girl"

she lines my tip up with her entrance and moans as she slowly lowers on my tip slowly sinking down on my dick, she moans loudly as she takes me deep inside her.

She grips my hands pinning them above my head.

“If you move your hands or break free I stop and you will not cum. Understand slut?” Leah orders as she began to bounce

I bite my lip. “Y-Yes.” I say blushing darkly.

Her grip around my hands was tight as she began to ride my dick, I wanted to move, I really did but I couldn’t, I couldn’t let this end.

“Fuck, watching you do all those things to the girls, I needed this” Leah moaned as her mouth hung open as she began to bounce faster.

The way her ass hit against my thighs, the noise of her ass slapping against me, our moans filling up the room.

The way Leah through her head back, I needed to close my eyes from the pleasure I was feeling but I couldn’t, Leah’s boobs bouncing up and down, her stomach sinking and rising as she breathed in and out. Her hips grinding on my dick, swallowing me up entirely.

“Leah” I moaned not being able to say anything else

“W-what slut” she stuttered from the pleasure but still her voice filled with dominance. She snaked her hand around my neck squeezing a little.

*creampie*

My balls were already tightening but as soon as her hand made its way around my neck I couldn’t take it anymore. Without any sort of warning my legs went stiff as I bursted inside of Leah.

“Ughhh fuck, fuck Le, p-p-please, fuck” I yelled as I came carefully thrusting up and down without Leah really releasing.

“You’ve just came haven’t you” Leah asked me as she full sank down on my dick

“Fuck Le, yes” I said huffing from the pleasure I had just been put through.

No warning whatsoever Leah looked at a face of annoyance, in one movement she stood up off my dick, getting off the bed.

The sight of her ass walking over to the wardrobe , her ass bouncing around turning me on a lot more.

“So you’re not going to obey what I say” Leah began to talk as she fished inside her wardrobe pulling out what looked like a 10 inch strap on.

“Then some slutty girl is going to get punished a lot more” She carried on going as she clipped the strap around her waist.

Taking the bobble from around her wrist, Leah puts her blonde locks into her famous ponytail as she begins to stroke some lube over the strap, some splashing onto her stomach, her abs shining.

She climbed onto the bed, the strap hard in the air as she laid on her back.

“I’m going to lay here and you’re going to ride my strap like the good slut you are” she said to me as she got herself comfortable, her eyes locked onto me.

“So you’re not going to obey what I say” Leah began to talk as she fished inside her wardrobe pulling out what looked like a 10 inch strap on.

“Then some slutty girl is going to get punished a lot more” She carried on going as she clipped the strap around her waist.

Taking the bobble from around her wrist, Leah put her blonde locks into her famous ponytail as she began to stroke some lube over the strap, some splashing onto her stomach, her abs shining.

She climbed onto the bed, the strap hard in the air as she laid on her back.

“I’m going to lay here and you’re going to ride my strap like the good slut you are” she said to me as she got herself comfortable, her eyes locked onto me.

I blush darkly, I straddle her lap. I put the tip in my ass and slowly sink down on the rubber dick. I moan in pleasure as I take her 10 inch dildo deep inside my ass.

I place my hands on Leah’s boobs as I slowly slide up and down on the rubber dick. Leah moans as I massage her boobs.

Leah bites her lip, she places her hands on my ass and squeezes my ass a bit. I moan in pleasure as she does this. "Mmm fuck." I moan.

Leah bites her lip and watches me as I slide up and down on her dildo. I moan and massage her boobs roughly as I slide up and down on the dildo faster.

"Mmm fuck." I moan loudly in pleasure as I ride Leah’s strap on. I moan as I feel that familiar feeling in my balls

"Leah baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Leah smirks, she places her hands on my ass and helps me move up and down on the dildo faster than before.

“Cum baby, cum for me.” Leah moans.

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger than before. "I'm C-Close." I moan.

Leah smirks and slides me up and down on the dildo faster and harder. "Cum baby." Her words send me over the edge, Leah moans and cums as the other end of the dildo pleasures her pussy. I can't take it anymore. I let go and cum

Cumshot:

I moan loudly in pleasure, cum shoots out of my dick and shoots into Leah’s tits and abs. Leah cutely giggles and bites her lip.

I moan and slowly slide up and down on the dildo. Leah slowly strokes my dick helping me ride out my high the last of my cum shooting onto her tits and abs.

“Mm fuck babe. Hehe that was a sexy cum shot.” Leah moans.

I smile, I lean down and kiss Leah deeply. I moan in the kiss as Leah places her hands on my ass and squeezes my ass as we make out.

I moan and slowly slide off her Dildo .

Leah looked at me as she began to unbuckle the strap from around her waist, placing it by the side of the bed, kissing me on the lips as she grabbed my dick.

“Not going to lie to you y/n the way you fucked Ella’s throat, I need thy being done to me now” Leah said making my stomach turn from the thought of me fucking her throat.

“I-I-I can do that for you” I said to Leah

“I know you can because you are” Leah giggled as she slowly slid to the bottoms of the bed where Ella was positioned.

“Now come on, get over here” she almost ordered yet again.

My dick rock solid I was straight next to Leah not letting this opportunity go.

Leah opened her mouth, her hands by her side.

“Fuck, I’m gonna destroy that throat” I whispered with a moan as I began to rub my tip over her lips.

Almost immediately I began slamming deep into her throat, causing her to gag.

“taking it so well” I moan as I watched Leah throat budge

The pleasure I was feeling, constantly thrusting in and out of Leahs tight throat, hearing her gag every time, the feeling of my balls hitting her nose.

“Fuck Leah, your throat is so tight” I moaned as I took a grip of her right boob and continued to thrust in and out.

Saliva began to pour out of her mouth covering her eyes and nose.

“Fuck, so messy” I giggled

I could feel Leah begin to struggle, constantly gagging like she was going to throw up. I couldn’t stop now, I was getting too close. I sped my thrusts up, every time I hit the back of her throat I gained a gag from Leah, her hands began to grip my thighs.

“A little more Leah, fuck, please” I moaned gripping her tit a little tighter, fucking her throat faster.

*throat pie*

I couldn’t take it anymore. With a final thrust, my dick sliding down Leah’s throat I exploded, filling her throat up causing her to gag and choke.

I pulled out causing Leah to gasp loudly for air after she was made to swallow my load. Her face covered in saliva mixed with tears from her eyes. Her eyes were red, her mascara smudged.

“Fuck” Leah coughed as she wiped her mouth as she gasps for air.

“How, how was that?” I asked as she sat up, her face covered in saliva.

“I’ll definitely be coming back for more” she giggled looking more happier now compared to her dominance side.

“Be my guest Le, I’d love to play again” I laughed back at her.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 8 months ago

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never not mine, m | jjk | "... in your eyes."

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

You'll find that you were never not mine. Wandering sometimes leads to finding. Finding sometimes leads to the truth. The truth sometimes leads to pinning someone to the wall and kissing them. But only if it feels right.

part i | part ii | this is part iii

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; sloooow burn; exes-to-lovers / second chance romance; angst and fluff and feels; your POV; smut (nipple play, scratching / marking, handjob, cum-eating / feeding, fingering, penetrative sex - missionary, doggy)

non-idol!AU; fashion model!Jungkook — ft fellow model/actor!Kim Taehyung and model/businessman!Kim Seokjin; reader is not part of the entertainment industry

“What is the most important lesson in your life you’ve learned so far?”

The most important lesson I’ve learned, huh… I think I would say that even though this world is difficult, tough, downright unbearable at times, it is okay to be comforted by the small things. I think a lot of people ignore those small things when they’re upset since they seem frivolous or out-of-touch to appreciate when you are having a hard time. But those are the most important times to enjoy them. We should not feel guilty about a small happiness. A taste of a favorite sweet. The sunset sky when you look up. Laughing with a friend even though everything around you feels dark. These moments will become the stars that will light up your universe in this black world.

For such a friendly, unassuming young man in a suit, he had been such a poet.

At first, you wondered if this was something you could apply on to your life. You had asked, it works in reverse too, doesn’t it?

He had tilted his head, inquisitive. What do you mean?

Small, painful things can slowly but surely break a reverie too, if you don’t take notice of them.

Ah. You’re right.

Each conversation had been insightful in its own way. The woman in the white dress. The most important lesson I’ve learned is loyalty. You might not make as much money or be as famous as you would if you turned your back on someone, but money and fame are fleeting. If you nurture those around you well, you will live a fulfilled life. The man with the silvery-blonde hair and white dress shirt. What an odd question. For me… to be proud of doing what I want to do, even if I may not measure up to the success of others. When I was younger, I thought it was more important to reach a massive audience, to have many people see my color. But now... I don’t think that’s what I want. I want to be an important part of someone’s life, short-term or long-term. I want my time to count to those who count. The woman in a tight denim number and lots of colorful bracelets. It’s important to be yourself. No one walks the same path. You might be too much for some but you might be just right for others, and those people will end up understand you best. The last one, a man with a bright smile and black dress shirt that seemed to barely contain his energy. An important lesson, huh? I guess I would say, go for it. Sometimes I’m uneasy or not confident in a new situation, and I have to remember to just go for it. Yeah, I think I’ve learned a lot from just doing rather than thinking too long about it. The only thing holding me back was being scared. But, being scared doesn’t mean you can’t take action. It means you can, because you have the strength to acknowledge your fear.

Yes, well.

Going for it sort of ended in smashing over a million won worth of liquor into the ground.

You couldn’t blame the advice though. Honestly, you were glad for it. You were glad for each and every connection you made tonight with those strangers. You weren’t sure if Kim Seokjin had set it all up or if each one had approached from their own curiosity. A mixture of both, maybe. Before, they had all been only pretty faces. A shallow judgement for each individual’s hopes, dreams, and realities. You were sure that was Seokjin’s plan – for you to see for yourself what kind of world you were in.

Maybe not so vapid after all.

A little silly, perhaps.

“Hmph, well, at least I can thank you for not letting me walk into a porn scene.”

You winced as Kim Seokjin folded his arms. You both had stopped at the end of the hallway with Seokjin waving the guards away to speak to you directly. Your feet were mildly hurting from standing up for so long. It could have also been due to the emotionally draining past hour.

“I had no intentions of that,” you protested.

Those perfect brows furrowed in disbelief. “Uh huh.”

You made a face. “Nothing was happening back there.”

“Uh huh,” Seokjin tittered again.

You couldn’t keep looking up at him anymore. He held a hand up as you shifted your eyes to the wall, crossing your arms too. Mostly to keep warm. And to hide a bit.

“Nu uh, I don’t want to know what dirty things you two were talking about.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “It’s not like that–”

Seokjin cut you off abruptly. “Did it help?” he inquired pointedly. “Did smashing one of my most expensive bottles of alcohol provide the catharsis you were looking for?”

You felt your cheeks heat. “S-Sorry, I’ll pay for it–”

“Hmph!” He sounded and looked offended. “I don’t need money. I have plenty of that. What I don’t have plenty of is somewhat sane people in my life. I watched you destroy public property and slap one of my security guys as if it was a normal Friday night for you.”

You cowered a bit. “Ah… I’ll apologize to him too.”

Seokjin sighed. He was a refined man with a hint of childishness that gave him eternal youth.

“I was glad to see it.”

He laughed slightly, shaking his head. You stared at him.

“I was nearly afraid that dating Jeon Jungkook had broken you.”

Wait.

“Broken me?”

His large shoulders slumped a little. “Ah, it was… It was so obvious. With Jungkook, too. It was as if the light had been sucked out of him. And you. There was a coldness about you that formed. I worried if you could hear all the whispers behind hands. Hoped Jungkook-ah had shielded you from them or, I don’t know, made you impervious somehow. But you could feel it too, couldn’t you? The ostracization. And he had contributed to it, in time.”

He had noticed.

That was enough to touch your heart.

You faltered. “It’s none of your fault. Or his circle of friends.”

Seokjin waved his hand. “Of course not. But it was still there. Hearing mindless droning all day is still a minor annoyance that builds up to a hornet’s nest over time. And I – no, we – spoke up too late.” He lowered his arms, defeated. “There isn’t much I can do, I know. But I wanted you to know that not everyone among us feels that way. Not everyone has their head in the clouds. Not just my circle of friends, but lots of people in this industry are good people with good intentions who are much better at comforting words than I am.”

You felt a surge of gratitude. Maybe for the first time tonight, you felt like crying. You lifted your head to soft, black brown eyes that were the windows to a big heart.

“Thank you.”

He seemed taken aback. “Ah… Right. Yes, you’re welcome,” he mumbled awkwardly.

You bowed to him.

“S-Stop that!” He smacked your shoulder with a mix of panic and defiance. “Don’t be ridiculous. And, anyway, I didn’t even succeed! You still ended up in an altercation with that big-nosed dongsaeng of mine. Hah…”

You laughed a little. “Ah, I’m sorry about that too. It was my fault he was so riled up.”

Seokjin gave you a contemptuous look that would put even the most disapproving aunt to shame. “No, really?”

You tried not to laugh. He was making it very difficult. It was probably the designer suit and corporately-parted hair mixed with his cartoonish reaction. “Please don’t be too hard on him.”

He made a disgruntled face as if he had to deal with an obnoxious puppy. “You should be worried about me. I’m sure he’s back there stomping his feet and being a stubborn little shit. Hah, well. I’ll have security escort you to your car waiting outside. Don’t slap anybody.”

You pouted. His youthfulness was infectious. “Aish, I won’t. I know my limits.”

“If only your other half did.” Seokjin threw up his hands in exasperation. “Go before I change my mind.”

He wouldn’t.

You backed off anyway, letting Seokjin saunter off, and was greeted halfway to the door by a kind security guard who didn’t ask if you were going to slap him. He did seem amused though. He was professional enough to keep it to himself, leading you to a side entrance where a black car was waiting to take you home after a very long and enlightening night.

Night felt different now.

Days felt different too, but the change wasn’t as obvious due to the hours consumed by work. There was plenty of distraction during the day, although you became strangely aware to how the world seemed different. How the sunlight seemed brighter. How there seemed to be a rhythm to the birds’ wings as they flapped away. How you occasionally caught yourself scanning the faces on streets, looking for something.

Someone.

But the sunset is when you noticed the shadows dancing around you. As the day died, you watched people slip from their responsibilities to their desires. A warm meal. A visit to the store to pick up a visual treat or a world within pages. A chance to see a familiar face, ending in a hug or, if lucky, a kiss. Stories within bodies.

You, too.

You found yourself at the movie theater again. You spent a moment, scanning the titles, picking an action movie you had never heard of. Even splurged for the popcorn, shaking it up in the bag with the salty, garlicky powder getting on your fingertips. You spotted a few clusters of friends. Couples. But also a few single individuals that were busy getting comfortable in their seats, placing their belongings just so, as if they did this all the time.

So, you too, sat down and placed your black bow purse beside you, adjusting your popcorn bag to the perfect snacking distance. It was exciting as the lights dimmed to black, enjoying the music score in surround sound, sucked into another world of imaginary action that you could safely enjoy despite all the bullets.

With popcorn, of course.

It felt different now.

It was only after you made your way home that you realized why.

And you smiled.

Another night, you decided to stop by the mall. Not to buy anything really, but to listen to the music at each of the stores. In this day and age of everything online, it was rare for you to make the effort. It was different now though, somehow. Honestly, not so bad. You purchased an overpriced drink and pretended to look at all the clothes as you listened to what was popular right now. Occasionally, you heard something interesting and pulled out your phone to search for the title of the song vis one of the lyrics, the usual way you used to do it. There were definitely apps for identifying songs instantly now, you thought, but there was something hands on and extra satisfying of replicating an old process.

You found yourself in front of a wall of skirts.

You looked up at the colors, the patterns, and saw nothing of what was currently in your wardrobe.

At work, you were required to dress semi-professionally. A lot of single-color blouses, long black skirts, simple silhouette dresses. A cardigan was your idea of spicing it up. In fact, today you were in a maroon button-up blouse with a high neck and billowy sleeves, and your signature long black skirt. Black heels with a cross strap detail, nothing special. Before, while you were dating Jungkook, you had borrowed a lot of clothes, as they had been required for specific events. Transactions. Nothing you personally owned, nor needed to. Even the small, tight dresses that you had purchased for dates you didn’t own anymore. You had donated them all. They had been purchased with the intent to look like a model’s girlfriend. Not to look like, well.

Yourself.

A pink gingham miniskirt with small red strawberries stitched onto it caught your eye.

You left the store with a brown bag with a few parcels wrapped in pink tissue paper and a lighter bank account. Did you know where you were going to wear these clothes? Nope. It was different, buying without a purpose, and yet.

It was an excuse to find an occasion.

You settled on a bench with a smile.

You held your drink and lifted your head, watching people walk past. Seeing glimpses of their stories through the windows of shops. A surprised face at seeing something they wanted. A look of bliss once they took a sniff of a scented candle. A wringing of hands in front of a gift shop, running out of time and paralyzed by decision. You took a sip, wondering if they would be successful. Your thoughts wandered, as they always did. I have someone. Individual realities parallel to yours, with the occasional interaction a demonstration of interaction. Moments that required moving against the natural course for a purpose. Sometimes a brief purpose, and sometimes entangled because they wanted to be.

The question was, did you want to be?

You had become aware of how your line had been. Dulled by distraction, lacking intersections, moving the lonely course without remorse. All the small things becoming a blur of monotony. The roses had become colorless from the coldness that you had inadvertently held onto.

Bit by bit, you were finding color once more.

You stood up with your empty cup, hurrying to find the appropriate trash can to dispose it in.

“Hey, excuse me!”

You started.

A mother with her arm around a small child’s shoulders waved at you. “Your shopping.”

“Oh, sh–sorry!”

You went back, bowing repeatedly as you picked up the brown bag, startled that you had forgotten your quite expensive purchases. The child shook their head at you. You sheepishly laughed, letting yourself be scolded by the kid. “An adult shouldn’t be so careless!” Well, that was a bit harsh, but you thanked them anyway, waving as you parted.

You turned around, returning to your escape route.

Careless, huh?

Maybe the kid was right.

Someone in black was walking down the path. A man. He was walking fast. An oversized grey beanie with dark hair poking out. Body drowning in a slashed black hoodie and ripped jeans. Black boots. Black face mask. It was a bit odd because he was wearing sunglasses inside. Still, there was no reason for you to look twice. He looked up.

Somehow you knew your eyes had met.

You slowed down.

Jeon Jungkook slowed down, reaching up to remove his glasses.

Would your eyes have met if you hadn’t had to double back to retrieve your shopping bag?

If you weren’t careless?

You saw him catch his breath as soon as he knew it was you. You weren’t sure how he knew. Then again, how did you know? This entire adventure had been on a whim. He stopped at a reasonable distance from you, and half-lowered his face mask, as if to greet you. But neither of you could utter a word. You held your small black purse that you haven’t changed in several years. It was a simple design with the designer embossed in very small font above a leather bow sewed flush to the front. Unremarkable, really, unless you knew.

And he knew, because Jungkook had brought it for you.

The first gift at the very beginning. He looked from the bag to you. Wondering if he should comment on it. He hesitated, and you understood why. Two parallel lines. No interaction would occur unless one moved against the natural course and doing so would be, well.

Careless.

“I hope,” you started, cautiously. Something flickered in those big brown orbs. “I hope Kim Seokjin didn’t scold you too much.”

He lowered his head a bit, half-laughing and half-scowling. “I did get a scolding for causing a commotion.”

“It was my fault,” you acknowledged once again.

He shook his head. “No, it was mine.”

You half-smiled. “Wanna fight about it?”

Jungkook raised his head, still holding onto the bottom of his face mask. You could see the mirth in his stance. It was almost as if there wasn’t a weighing limbo trapped between you and him.

“Actually, yeah.”

Almost immediately, you saw him falter, as if he knew he shouldn’t say something like that. You felt a sting witnessing it. He opened his mouth, and you almost heard it, his casual, just kidding, and this wasn’t like him at all.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

You interrupted him before he could add, just kidding. He stiffened, exposing hints of the printed white t-shirt under the tears of his hoodie. You were both occupying space on the walkway. People needed to walk around, some unbothered, some slighted by the inconvenience. His name on your tongue felt foreign and familiar at the same time. An end and a beginning all at once.

I have someone.

So did you.

You smiled.

“It’s really good to see you out and about.”

His eyes widened. You hoped he could tell that you meant it. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat a bit, trying to eliminate the sudden croak. “Yeah. You too. I’m…” His eyes shifted a bit. He was always focused on you, regardless. “I’m glad I ran into you today.”

And maybe that was it.

You were okay with that, though. That might have previously been a lie, but not now. It was probably unnecessary to say. Perhaps you had spoken up for some sort of closure, for both you and him. A chapter ended in some way.

He rubbed the back of his neck, ticking his head to the brown bag by your side. “You came to shop today?”

You held it up halfway with a chuckle. “Ah, well… It wasn’t the plan. Ended up that way.” You noticed the way he intently observed your actions. Couldn’t avoid it, really. You lowered the bag, not hiding even though it was maybe the better thing to do. “What about you?”

He paused. Had he forgotten already? You watched him gain his bearings with bemused patience.

“Ah, I…”

Jungkook looked and sounded embarrassed.

“What the hell,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Actually, I cancelled a shoot last minute.”

Your head tilted. “I’m surprised. That’s not like you.”

His pink lips upturned. You could spot that tiny mole underneath them, right at the center. “Yeah…” He trailed off, unable to meet your gaze. Ashamed, almost.

“It’s okay, though,” you offered. You hated to see that expression on his face. “You did what you felt was right. These things happen.”

He scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I haven’t cancelled a shoot since…” He stopped.

You waited.

Jungkook glanced at you. You saw a pink twinge dust across his cheekbones.

“Since I first asked you out.”

You blinked at him. “What are you talking about?” You frowned. “I don’t remember anything like that.”

He winced and looked up at the ceiling, rocking on his heels a bit. “Actually, I… I lied. I pretended I wasn’t getting any bookings. Just to spend time with you in the beginning. But, uh, then I felt guilty. I wasn’t the man I thought I needed to be. The man you deserved.” He sighed, yanking one of his hands out to scratch his eyebrow absentmindedly. “But maybe I never was, because then I got swept up in all that bullshit.”

Jungkook looked down.

“I know it’s too late to say such things now.”

He seemed to collapse a little bit despite his tall frame.

“Now, it’s…” He sighed. “I can’t concentrate at all. I keep asking myself what I’m doing. For a while there I kept working in hopes that you would…” He grimaced again, but chose to ramble on anyway. “So you would still see me everywhere. Stupid, huh? And now it’s just…” He shook his head. “I think I should give up.”

You didn’t know what to say.

He took a deep breath and straightened. “Ah, my bad. I went on for nothing.” Bowing slightly, backing away. “I have a lot on my mind. I didn’t expect to run into you and now I’ve run my mouth like a madman.”

“Jungkook.”

His name came out of your mouth before you registered it. He stopped moving, looking back at you, halfway between pulling up his face mask. You struggled to find the words, clutching your unexpected purchases and your racing heart, his first present to you against your ribs.

“Don’t give up.”

You made sure not to break eye contact.

“It’s not like you to give up, you know. It’s my… my favorite thing about you.”

He seemed stunned.

“R… Really?”

You couldn’t help but smile. Nervously albeit fiercely determined.

“One of many.” You relaxed a bit, relieved that you were able to say so. You laughed a little at the absurdity of it all. “Although perhaps we need to stop doing these kinds of things in public.”

Jungkook jumped, seemingly realizing all the people around too. “Ah… Whoops.”

You bowed as you spoke. “Then, I’ll…”

The way he said your name, so soft and dreamlike, made you freeze mid-movement. He seemed flustered, stepping a little closer to you. It was the correct moment to pull back, replace some respective distance between you and him to keep a measure of strangers, and yet.

You let your eyes meet his under wisps of black hair sticking out of his beanie.

“Can we spend a little more time together? If it’s not too much trouble?”

It was. You had work tomorrow. You needed to get home and put away your things. Wash up. Do your nightly routine to unwind. Get back to being a responsible adult with responsibilities living a responsible life.

Your lips curved into a mischievous smile.

“Sure.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere.”

You were standing by his motorbike now. His pride and joy, yet you knew it was rarely used in his day-to-day life. For the best, probably, considering the risk. You weren’t surprised to see it today though. He always rode when he felt frustrated or out of it. The walk here had been silent, which you had expected. Jungkook was the king of speaking without a plan. You didn’t mind it, though. It reminded you of good times.

He awkwardly shuffled, obviously realizing that himself now.

“Hey.”

“Uh?” he answered distractedly.

“Why did you ask me out back then?”

He fumbled with his hands a bit. “Ah, that’s…”

You tilted your head, patiently waiting.

“I…” He stuttered a bit. Cleared his throat again. “I just couldn’t help but look twice. I thought you were hot as hell.”

You almost snorted. “Don’t you encounter enough of that at work?” you chuckled.

He shook his head. “No, it’s more like… Um, even if they’re attractive, everyone knows it is pretty for a purpose. They’re all taking care of themselves. Looks are the selling point, after all.” He poked at his own chest. “Me too.” He raised his head to you. “But you’re different. You don’t have to think about how you look will reflect in a paycheck. You take care of yourself for yourself.”

You thought about it. It didn’t seem that extraordinary. “Well, anybody can do that.”

He smirked.

“If anybody could do it, why could I only see you?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. You raised a hand to smack him and stopped short. Instead, you let your hand fall and half-rolled your eyes. “Ehhh, don’t try to pull that stuff on me.”

He laughed behind his hand. “Have to try.”

You frowned with feigned annoyance. Jungkook had always been taller than you, even in heels, assuming you weren’t opting for miniature stilts. Still, you always had the impression he was never looking down at you, but up, even when his eyes were downcast.

“Yeah, that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What?”

“That look you’re giving me right now,” he chuckled sheepishly. “I knew you’d be able to balance me out and set me straight.”

You squinted at him. You let out a puff of air and looked away, tumbled into memories where maybe you could have been the one to change the course of these parallel lines. “Yeah, and look where that got us,” you muttered.

Sigh.

Somewhere behind you, a car honked loudly.

“Standing next to each other?” Jungkook quietly asked.

Two cars were having trouble at an intersection at the end of the row.

Standing next to each other.

Your gaze drifted back and locked with his. He didn’t try to hide the emotions his eyes. You were quite sure he could see through you too. The impasse remained, not because a bridge couldn’t be built, but because it couldn’t bear to be burned once more. Once more meant it would crumble to ash and disappear forever. You had thought it already had, until tonight.

You tried to reason with the unreasonable. “You cannot believe you skipping work and me deciding to spend a good chunk of my paycheck to mean some serendipitous shit, can you?” you scoffed.

He gave you that brilliant smile that had tamed you from the very beginning.

“You–”

You poked him hard in the chest.

“Ahh!”

Jungkook must not have expected that at all.

He almost fell over.

Your hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of his hoodie, dragging him back. His body lurched, slightly off balance, and your elbow swung forward, bracing onto his abs, leaving your faces close enough together for bystanders to get the wrong idea. For him to get the wrong idea. For you, too. You were close enough to count his eyelashes.

Enough time elapsed that you might as well have.

“What… What is with you?” you muttered, gripping his clothes. “You’re so… dramatic.”

He had another piercing on the side of his right lip now. Huh. How come you didn’t notice? Probably too busy being mad at him. Or not staring at his lips in fear of indecent thoughts. This current proximity and shared heat were not helping. His hands were somehow on your shoulders. Probably to steady himself. Or something else. You weren’t sure.

Jungkook stared at your lips.

You didn’t back away.

He leaned down and kissed you.

He must be an idiot to put you both in this position again. You must be an idiot too, because you kissed him back. Fuck it. Your hand on his chest relaxed, fingers spreading out, pressing your lips to his, breathing him in. He still used the same cologne you had complimented on back then. It made you smile into his lips. His tense hands on your shoulders fluttered, one slipping down to your upper arm, the other grazing your neck. His thumb brushing the side of your cheek. His other fingers weaving into your hair, tilting his head slightly. No promises, but.

A dream made.

You tapped his chest, forcing him to break the connection.

“W… What?” Jungkook gasped, his short breath mixing into yours.

“Not… Not here,” you chuckled, feeling your racing pulse in your throat. “I think we’ve done enough public reconciliation. Adding public indecency is not it. Someone is going to recognize you soon.”

Those shadowed eyes watching you were telling you he was ready to risk it.

“No,” you gritted, punching his chest lightly. Surprisingly, Jungkook did not budge and held on very strongly to your arm. “Stop that. Stop it with the sex eyes.”

He grinned. You could tell from the way his eyes crinkled. “Is it working?”

You pried yourself from him with some effort.

“All you’re telling me is that you really like handcuffs.”

“Promise?”

You straightened your clothes and answered absentmindedly. “Promise what?” You looked up to give him an indignant expression. He took your purchases to place them in the back of his motorcycle, giving you no verbal response.

Just a sneaky smirk in return.

“What did you think was gonna happen?”

“Uh…”

Before he could make another sound, you grabbed Jeon Jungkook by the collar and dragged him to you.

It was different.

Just not in the way you thought it would be.

Part of you thought to hold back. Build a solid foundation to see if this would work. Talk for a long while, move slow, step by recommended step. Then again, if you actually believed that, you would have instructed him to take you back to your apartment. Maybe send him off with a kiss and a pat on the head. You know. The complete opposite of shoving him up against his living room wall and tracing your tongue over his moaning lips with his hands gripping your waist. If this was going to work, it was always going to work. It didn’t matter if it was the wrong way or the right way.

This love was either going down in a blaze of glory or start an everlasting fire.

Might as well get on the ride.

You let him kiss down your neck, your hands sliding down to his. Interlocking fingers. Shivering at the sensation of his lips in your skin, familiar and new. Body-to-body. You pulled up his hands to force him to lose the top layers, including the beanie, exposing his toned chest and gleaming tattoos going from his right hand to his shoulder. His hoodie and t-shirt fell to the floor in a soft thump. His hair was different than when you had last seen him. Sides shaven, the top still long, messy black waves due to being crammed into the beanie. He flicked his head back, sending black strands all over his half-moon eyes, glistening pink lips parted in a soundless gasp.

You took his wrists and pinned Jungkook to the wall.

Panting, watching him under you despite looking upwards.

“W… What?” he breathed, locked in your transfixed stare.

It was different, yet it was the same. You could feel it. There could have been many others between the last time and right now. You knew there wasn’t. It was both sad and validating, because you knew how much he hated being alone, but now you knew there was truth to those promises he had said to you between sheets and pillows.

You leaned down and licked a wet, fat stripe over his chest, dripping saliva all over him.

Jungkook moaned, leaning his head against the wall.

“You belong to me,” you whispered over his heart. Raised your head and he was looking back at you.

Only you.

“I belong to you,” he whispered back.

You skimmed your lips over his skin.

“Prove it to me.”

He surrendered.

To your tongue, tracing patterns over his collarbones. To your lips, dotting kisses and making him flinch, whining for more. To your hands, holding him down and at your mercy, exploring him with sight, touch, and taste. You let go of one of his wrists to trail your nails over his abdomen, observing the way his body rippled, lifting towards you as sensitivity increased. You let your fingers wander, around his waist and into shaded territory, running your nails down his spine, watching his reaction. His head tilted back, hair in wisps around his temples, dark eyes clouded in lust.

Your name slipped from his lips.

You dug your nails into his lower back and pulled yourself up, unable to keep the side of your lips from curving upwards at his delicious whines.

“Take off my blouse.”

His fingertips slid across the slinky maroon fabric. Button by button, the fabric began to unravel in his hands, your forehead to his as he did so. You took his breath, tracing his muscles, murmuring his name just to feel him shiver as he heard it.

“I never had anyone else after you,” he mumbled, circling one of the buttons with his thumb. “I couldn’t.”

“You could have,” you hummed. “You were a free man.”

Jungkook undid the last button and stared into your eyes.

“No, I’m not.”

You half-smiled. “I wouldn’t take it personally.”

He leaned in again, brushing your lips with his.

“I belong to you.”

His touch, his kiss, the dance of mesmerizing senses. You stepped back. He followed. Tangled in each other, your blouse slipping off and dropping to the floor. Your bra unclasped, tumbling, his hands all over, places he had been a million times and desiring forevermore, squeezing your breasts with his hands, almost tripping over your skirt as you stepped out of it. His pants joined the trail of passion, and then his tongue was on you, lifting you in his arms and tasting your hard nipples with your hands in his hair, clutching his head for support with your legs around his waist.

“I’m going to fall,” you gasped, breathless.

“Over my dead body,” was the muffled answer with his face buried into your breasts. “Fuck, I love your ass.”

Perhaps to avoid death getting two for the price of one, Jungkook let you down, devouring you with kisses with your taste lingering on his lips, sinking his fingers into the soft curves. You curled your tongue against his, making him moan, hips grinding against hips, feeling his insistent hardness against your softness, trapping himself between your legs. You were still in your panties and he was still in his boxer briefs, although the thin fabrics were merely a nuisance to the inevitable.

“Jungkook…”

He was thrusting into you and jamming his cock in between your thighs, his strong arms wrapped around you and his teeth on your shoulder. You hummed, torn between telling him off and enjoying the feeling of his arousal swelling between your legs, but it was he who gasped and threw his head back, his hard length twitching against your clothed pussy.

“You ready to include me in this?” you questioned, amused.

“S-Sorry… Can’t help myself…”

Somehow, by instinct and minor effort, you were both in his bedroom now. The familiar bed you had once called yours, remembering the future dreamed upon those white sheets. Jungkook pulled you to them, calling you to the paradise that could only be created between two. Don’t, was your meek protest as he pulled down your panties and kneaded your thighs, shaking his head, I don’t care, and his tongue slid over your heat. Wet, dripping, your sweet taste and his saliva. He moaned between your legs, decorating you with kisses before sliding his tongue over you, drinking you desperately, you taste so fucking good, fuck, and your fingers buried into the sheets. He remembered everything you liked. Steady, soft licks, then harder when your legs tensed, tipping his head to bring his lips around your clit, drenching his chin with your wetness.

His hands turned and slipped under your legs, dragging you to his face by your ass.

“F-Fuck, Jungkook…”

You reached down and gripped his hair as you came on his face, his muffled gasp of surprise drowned out by the moan produced through your arched back and prolonged euphoria. Fuck. Fuck, it hadn’t been evident how much you missed this, no, him, your knuckles against the crown of his head, his hot tongue all over, his fingers locked onto your ass, even the way his nose brushed against your oversensitive clit as he thrust his tongue into your pussy, triggering another wave of pleasure, sparking electricity that burned through your veins.

His.

He pulled himself up with a groan, his mouth all over your body. Leaving bites, kisses, licks in his lustful wake. Your nails dug into his shoulder and he made that whimper you loved, obviously wanting more, and so you clawed his upper back as he pretended to resist you, refusing to move higher as he sucked on your nipples, gazing at you under half-lidded eyes, rubbing your other nipple between his fingers.

“Take it,” you growled under your breath.

He did, rubbing his hard, neglected cock against your thigh, denying himself longer.

Over time, you had hesitated to do such things. Jungkook had gotten in trouble before for being marked up. After all, his body was his selling point, and booking back-to-back shoots with poor choices in between ended up in humiliation. Unjustly so, perhaps, but you never did it again. Maybe you should have been more considerate this time too, but, no, that wasn’t what he was asking for.

He wanted the consequences of you.

He brought his face close to yours, your orgasm still on his breath.

“Mark me,” Jungkook demanded, his voice low and deep and gravelly. “I’m yours.”

So you did.

Hickeys on his perfect neck, sharp nails over his ass as you pushed down his underwear, adorning him with fierce, vicious passion that bruised him. He kissed your forehead, buried his fingers in your hair, and pinned you to him, pre-cum dripping onto your hip as he kicked off his restraints, pressing his hardness to you.

“You’ll get in trouble,” you warned even though the damage was already done.

“I don’t care,” he retorted, his thigh rubbing against your still-wet pussy. “I don’t care if I have to cancel the rest of the week. I don’t care if I never work in the modeling industry again. The only thing I care about is making sure you always know how much I love you.”

You froze, your lips above the inked floral mandala on his right shoulder.

“I should have made time.”

His arms drew up and encircled your head, his lips against the crown.

“I’m so, so sorry for not realizing how disrespectful I was to you. And I won’t do it again,” he murmured, leaving kisses intertwined with your hair. “I promise.”

“I…”

You reached up and held his shoulders, anchored despite the turbulence of an emotional sea.

“I missed being by your side, Jungkook.”

If his hard dick wasn’t literally throbbing against your hip, you might have cried.

You reached down and touched him.

“Ah!”

“Woah.” Your arm hooked around his waist as your hand enclosed around his girth. “I’m just making sure he’s keeping interest even during this emotional breakthrough.”

His cheeks flushed as he realized he had chosen his moment with possibly suboptimal timing. He didn’t have to worry. His body seemed to recognize your hand right away. You could feel the way his cock eagerly twitched on your palm. You cocked an eyebrow. He gave you a the-fuck-you-expect look, and you curled two fingers around his balls, lightly massaging with the pads of your fingers, simulating your tongue. He gasped, gripping your shoulders.

You leaned down and spit in your hand.

“F-Fuck!”

You backed up and slowly, leisurely, spread the slippery saliva all over his cock, letting him adjust his knees to give you a better positioning. Your other arm had moved behind you, lifting your torso up as you jacked him off. He seemed to not know what to do with his hands, foreign objects in his possession before his eye line drifted down. Down. His fingers trailed over your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples as you increased the pace.

“Handcuffs could come in handy right now,” you commented.

He glared at you.

“S… Shut up.”

His cock had throbbed at the suggestion though.

You tilted your head, watching his breathing quicken as you applied the pressure where he liked it, the same pulse every time, not too fast and not too slow, building the frustration with a smile.

His face tensed.

Faster. A little tighter. Your thumb rubbed just under the base of the head with every ascent. He placed his palms against your hard nipples and you felt the familiar snap of his hips, leaning into your hand, his eyelashes fluttering, and for a brief moment you considered stopping.

Then again, these weren’t your sheets.

He gasped out your name and shot all over your stomach and thigh.

Hot, thick cum splattered onto your skin, making you suck in a breath as you felt it, saw it, smelled it, intense and strong and all over you. You were lucky it was on the thicker side, white streaks sticking to your body rather than running off. A painting of perverse proportions. Jungkook stared at his work, still semi-hard in your hand, clearly turned on by the sight. You sent him a questioning look.

“What now?”

Then he shocked you, and probably himself, by diving down and running his warm tongue over your cum-covered skin.

“Oh, what–”

Instant burning tingles spread throughout your nerves at the contact, vibrating through to your core, dripping as you witnessed the milky white coat his tongue. Your hand touched his shoulder, drawing him up, and he was tamed by your gesture, rising, his lips smeared with his release, and you drew closer to the heavy scent, to him. Lips to lips. Drank it from his mouth, swallowing the mixture of saliva and orgasm. Your tongue tangled in his, his fingers in between your legs again, thrusting two fingers into you, following the pull you had on him. Deep, slow, faster as the kiss grew more intense, breath to consumed breath, rolling your hips up into his hand, tightening around him, and Jungkook moaned, getting harder in your hand as your slick arousal drenched his.

“Condom?”

They spilled over the bed in his haste.

You were pleased to see it was the same brand you usually enjoyed. There wasn’t much to be read into that, though, because they had become his favorite as well per your introduction. You wondered if there would be a second first-time awkwardness and you were immediately proven wrong from the desperate and experienced way Jungkook dragged your ass to line up his dick. There was no time to be anxious, it seemed.

“You’ve acting like you’ve never had me before,” you teased.

Those dark eyes narrowed. “Don’t act like you don’t have the tightest, most perfect pussy I’ve ever been in.”

You half-shrugged. “Things could change.”

He slid in and clenched his jaw.

“You liar.”

You smirked and closed in around his length.

“F-Fuuuuuuuck me…”

You could have probably kept it up if it wasn’t for how fucking good he felt inside you. Just the right girth, and he lifted your legs, deeper, gasping, reaching the depth you liked. Your thighs against his chest. You locked eyes. Jungkook cocked an eyebrow with a familiar smirk. The corner of your lips ticked upward, and the rough, powerful pace began, your hand gripping his tattooed forearm and the other the sheets, losing yourself to the pleasure, pressed between the mattress and his hard body. His eyes closed, your lashes fluttering, witnessing glimpses of bliss, whispers of sweet nonsense lost between moans, leaning your head back onto his pillows, sinking into his scent.

Belonging to him.

His hair flicked sweat onto your chest. Your hand on the bed bent back and shoved the pillows down, using the leverage to lift your hips to his thrust, moaning at the visceral sound of slapping hips, wet and loud and vibrating throughout the room.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he panted out between gasps. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

You tried to deliver a compliment back but it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Your orgasm abruptly interrupted any coherent though, forcing you to bury your head back and endure the vice-grip of wanton delirium, barely able to gasp out his name as the hot wave dragged you under, your inner walls viciously pulsing all around his length. You heard Jungkook groan and attempt to say something, probably how much he enjoyed feeling your orgasm, he had done so before, however he seemed to be in his own dilemma as well, clenching his jaw and snapping his head down, the muscles of his chest taut and tense, and, in your intoxicated haze, you realized he was attempting not to follow, but.

“Fuck!”

He slammed his cock into you and cursed, throwing his head back as you felt the jerk of his cock spilling into the condom, trapped in your tightness, dragged into the kind of fever that couldn’t be sweat out, sinking down, down.

You stilled, suspended in bliss.

It was a little easier to breathe now. You missed this. Him, specifically. The sex you had together, carnal and intense and unparalleled. Closed your eyes, breathing hard, feeling the familiarity of Jungkook on top of you, spent, sweaty, frantic for round two. He didn’t like stopping if he could help it. It was one of his best traits. You felt him lower your legs carefully, backing out of you with a hiss.

Then you heard a wet, dirty sound.

You opened one eye.

He was staring at your body.

Running his fingers over his still-hard cock, bringing it back to full hardness.

“Let me look at you.”

You hummed. “You’re only seeing one side.”

His dark eyes shifted up to yours.

“Okay. Turn over.”

Desire turned his voice deeper, huskier.

With a sly smile, you rolled over, and scooted onto your knees, spreading your ass for him. You heard him suck in a breath, that’s so fucking sexy, and you flexed, letting him watch, entrancing him with the visual and the obvious sound of your wetness.

“Every part of you is perfect.” You could hear him jacking himself off, hard and fast. “Fucking perfect.”

“I feel that your judgement is clouded right now,” you answered back, muffled by his pillows in your face.

You heard the ripping sound and then a groan as he rolled down the condom. Then his strong hands grabbed your hips, prompting you to let go, and he sank into you.

“Fuck no, it’s not,” he gasped, picking you up by the hips to fully sheath himself. You managed to pull a pillow to your chest to allow ample breathing room. “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can satisfy me.”

You made your pussy tighten around him and he moaned again, his hot breath washing down your spine.

“Then let me satisfy you,” you purred, leaning back into him.

Your ass met his crotch in a loud, gratifying smack, easily locking into a rhythm you both enjoyed. Hard, aggressive, powerful, not holding back, you lifting a hand to extend back, and he caught your forearm, thrusting deeply as he held onto you. All of his power was directed below, the grip on your arm simply a symbol of possession, forcing you to lift your head and arch your back, adjusting to that more fruitful angle, sending heat all throughout your blood and nerves, the tension building, louder, harder, more.

He let you go, and you bucked back against him.

Moaned your name, delicious and desperate, begging you.

It was hard to count your orgasms. They seemed to blend into one another, entangled with the passion and the beat, not wanting to stop even as you struggled to breathe, clutching the pillow so hard that you could still feel your nails digging into your palm. The lust searing and yet not enough, chasing more, wanting more, wanting him, only him, your only, the one that belonged to you.

Your head tipped back, seeing only fragments of your surroundings, your hair a mess over your face.

“Jungkook, I love you,” you gasped.

You felt his hips flinch and he moaned your name, long and drawn-out, his hard cock jolting inside you, gripping your hips so tightly you probably had imprints of his fingertips. There was a flurry of expletives and panting. The haze of inexplicable euphoria settling, unavoidable and desired. You closed your eyes, savoring his release, feeling the radiating vibrations of his high pour into you as he slid down, his hot hands over your back, his shuddering exhales warming your shoulder blades.

Sweat, in small shivering droplets, sprinkled onto your skin.

“I love you too.”

He pressed his fingertips into your rising and falling body, touching you all over, confessing to your racing heart beneath his lips.

“I love you so fucking much.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, totally.”

You turned your head to see Jungkook staring at your tits. You tucked a knuckle under his chin and forced it up. He gave you the big-peepers-in-headlights look.

“Huh?”

“Are you sure about this?” you repeated once more.

He gave you a confused look. “Yeah. I thought we talked about it?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Pardon me, but I’m not sure how much I can trust a discussion we were having with you balls deep inside me.”

“Eh?” His lower lip upturned. “Why not?”

You rubbed your temple with two fingers. “Why not, hah…”

“I meant it.”

You pulled one of his pillows over your naked chest so he could focus. You weren’t even sure why he had these. Jungkook slept on one of those stiff cylindrical pillows that was supposedly more comfortable. You weren’t too sure about how good that was for his neck, but sometimes you just have to accept the strangeness of your significant other. He must have kept these for the look of a nicely made bed. Or for moments like this. His eyes went back to your face again, reluctantly. He seemed a little disappointed.

“You don’t think I meant it?”

You saw his eyes were drifting to your thighs now. “It’s not really that…” You considered it. “It’s more… Well, we’ve tried already, you know. Aren’t you afraid it’ll happen again?”

His gaze shifted. You waited, letting him collect his thoughts.

“Afraid?” You saw him reflect the past and the mistakes. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am. I’m definitely going to change from how I was before. I can see how my work-life balance was shit, as both a friend and boyfriend. I don’t want to go back to that either,” Jungkook mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I get it now. I can’t get time back. I was stupid, thinking me overworking myself wouldn’t drive you away, you know, we would have so much more time later… I went about it the worst way. I didn’t even discuss it with you. That was just me being selfish, and that selfishness made me insecure… I don’t want that anymore. I promise you that.” He shook his head and looked up at you guiltily. “Still… I can’t promise I won’t fuck up in some other way. And that scares me. But I have to act, even if I’m scared. Even if your final answer is, let’s not see each other anymore, at least I will have honestly given you my all this time, because you are it for me.”

You shook your head too. “There could be someone out there for you that is a lot more suitable than me. The world is the big place.”

He frowned, exasperated. “No. No, you don’t get it.” He placed a hand on your knee and looked into your eyes. “You are it for me. The world is big place, but my world is right here.” He poked you and you laughed, startled at the suddenness. A smile burst onto his face, holding your knee down, trying to drive his point home over your mirth. “Hey! Hey. I really meant it. All of it.”

You stopped laughing.

Somehow one of your hands was covering his now, feeling his warmth and hard knuckles in your palm.

“I belong to you,” Jungkook repeated, his own I love you. “I can’t love anyone else like how I love you. I don’t care if you believe me or not. Even if you leave me, sure, I might find someone to not be lonely with, but I will only belong to you.”

You held onto his hand, curling your fingers into his palm. “You…” This man was crazy, saying things like this. He affectionately squeezed your knee, flashing that killer smile of his.

“So… Yeah, I’m sure.”

He pulled his hand from under yours and touched your cheek, his knuckles against your skin.

“I’ll go along with whatever you choose.”

Truth was, you had already chosen.

“I’ll do my best too,” you murmured quietly, holding the pillow tightly. “I won’t let myself be complacent anymore.”

From the look in his eyes, you saw that Jungkook recognized that it had become an unintentional consequence of his actions. He smiled, still stroking your cheek.

“Yeah. Let’s be a team this time.”

You nodded, smiling back.

An extended silence of staring into each other’s eyes.

“Jungkook.”

“Hm?”

“Are you just imagining rubbing your dick on my cheek?”

His rough fingertips grazed over your jaw. “Yeah,” he replied dreamily.

You smacked his hand.

“Ow!”

“Pay attention!”

“W-Wha, what?” He pouted. “What am I supposed to do!”

You grimaced, feigning annoyance but also not really. This guy. “No wonder we could only have serious talks in public or incarcerated…” you muttered.

“Ah, yeah, that reminds me.”

You raised an eyebrow at him as he twisted around and reached over to his phone, watching the ripple of his back muscles as he moved. Damn. This guy. He bounced back, messing about on the screen. You were too busy admiring the definition of his arms to notice, until.

“What kind of handcuffs should we buy?” Jungkook chirped, turning his phone to showing you the screen display of a sex goods webstore.

You blinked at him.

“What.”

And thus begun round two.

epilogue

“Hey- oh, wow.”

You stilled, surprised.

‘Oh, I thought you were going to meet me there?”

In your hand was your well-loved small black purse with a bow. Your other hand held the door open, seeing the tall form of Jeon Jungkook gawking at you in his matching denim jacket and jeans. Calvin Klein, the same brand as his white t-shirt under the jacket. That same brand was holding a lunch event today, except one of their attendees was blocking your path, open-mouthed at your hips wrapped in a tight, pink gingham miniskirt with embroidered red strawberries. Then his stare went to your chest, to the emerald-green satin blouse that complimented the little green accents of the mini strawberries, although you suspected his interest was less in the color and more in the way the seams accentuated the curve of your breasts.

You raised your eyebrows.

“I… I left early. I wanted to pick you up,” he was saying absentmindedly.

You gestured to the black car waiting at the front. “I already ordered a car, though. I can’t ride with you on your bike in this skirt.”

“We can get in the car.” Jungkook’s eyes went back down. You knew he wasn’t admiring the delicate crisscross straps of your black velvet pumps. “Damn, your legs,” he mumbled.

The driver of the car was about to watch a live-action porno if you didn’t take action. You set the alarm and lock before stepping out. Immediately, Jungkook’s hand raised, as did his gaze. You looked from the tattooed hand to his face. He grinned, creating sparkles in his big dark brown eyes.

“I ran off, hehe. I just wanted to personally accompany my darling,” he admitted. “Hopefully no one noticed.”

You fitted your hand in his, letting him lead you. “You’re too handsome not to notice. What a troublemaker,” you joked, pleased at his rebellion.

“Your troublemaker now. Where are we eating?”

“There’s a French themed café near some shops. After, could we stop by the tea shop? My dad has a request I need to fulfill.”

“Ooo, I love adventures with my future wife.”

You gave him a curious smirk. His mischievous grin just kept getting bigger, that underlip mole suddenly visible like a secret wink. He had been dropping such hints lately. You pretended to gloss over it even though the discussion of dream rings had already happened months ago. You reached out to open the car door and Jungkook impatiently nudged your hand away, doing it for you so you could enter easily in your heels. It was a very nice thing to do.

Taehyung probably grilled such behaviors into him. Not that you were complaining, of course.

You confirmed the destination with the driver as Jungkook got in the car from the other side, taking care to hook his sunglasses on the front of his shirt. You heard his phone vibrate. You turned your head to see him snickering at it.

“Taehyungie’s mad that I left him alone.”

“Whoops.” You did feel a little bad.

He waved a hand, tongue in cheek. “He’ll get over it.”

Your eyes met.

He had such beautiful, expressive eyes that held the stars every time he saw you.

“You sure?” you asked quietly.

Jungkook reached over and stroked your cheek with a smile.

“I’m sure I want to eat lunch with my future wife, yup. Then I’ll buy tea for her dad so I can get on his good side.”

You laughed. “Sounds like a sweet master plan.”

His black hair loosely styled over his forehead made him look younger. You knew better. Perhaps grown was not the word for it, but you could tell he was becoming more and more of the man he wanted to be every day. Attending events with Jungkook was different these days; he checked on you throughout the night, actively included you in conversations, and even introduced you to people he thought you might enjoy talking to, now to the point that familiar faces would come up to you first before they recognized him. But what was more important was this – arranging quality time to spend together, more communication, and obvious commitment. The pleasant surprise not being flowers or sweets or other material things, and instead his presence earlier than expected.

His laugh at night.

His forehead kiss in the morning, even if you were half-awake in bed.

His silly photos of fogging up a makeup artist’s mirror with his breath and drawing a heart with your name inside it.

He still had a hectic schedule, but now you and him knew when enough was enough. You could finally talk about it before either of you became too stressed out or lonely by it. That improvement was worth that entire roller coaster to get here.

You smiled.

He smiled back, his knee touching yours.

He was still stroking your cheek.

“Jungkook.”

“Hm?”

“What are you thinking right now?”

He didn’t respond right away. He just adjusted his legs suspiciously and gave you his most innocent look that indicated he was most certainly guilty.

“Eh?”

You took him by the wrist and slowly lowered it before the driver could notice your partner-in-crime’s suspicious behavior. He pouted at you. The tent in his pants twitched. You cocked an eyebrow. Then you remembered something.

“Oh, by the way.”

He perked up. “What is it?”

You unzipped your purse a little bit and flashed the edge of shiny silver metal and chain.

“I borrowed something from a friend.”

Jungkook looked down.

Odd that it took him more than a moment to recognize handcuffs, considering that he – and you – had so much prior experience with them. His eyes went wide once it clicked. His cheeks flushed red. You smirked and rezipped your bag.

“What the fu–”

fin.

i hear... | ... the whispers... | ... in your eyes.

inspired by taylor swift's imgonnagetyouback :)

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I Will Avenge My Ghost [Bucky Barnes/Reader]

Summary: Your sacrifice on Vormir was meant to be your end. You did it for love. You did it for family. And you had no regrets in your decision to be the one to jump instead of Steve. But you never expected to wake up in Wakanda and you certainly never thought that you would still lose Steve and your sister in the years since your death. While you can't get Steve back, you're determined to figure out what happened to your sister and you end up dragging Bucky along for the ride. Your questions lead you to Westview, a sleepy little town harboring a dark past, and a witch named Agatha Harkness. Will you find what you truly seek down, down, down the Witches' Road or will Death finally come to claim you?

Word Count: 3.4k

Author's Note: I was going to hold off on this, but I watched episode seven and I had so many feelings I literally wrote this last night. If you enjoy this and would like to see this continue, please let me know!

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When you jumped off the cliff at Vormir, the decision had been easy. It had been a long five years without your sister and you would have given anything for Wanda. You would also give anything for Steve, and if this brought you closer to winning the war against Thanos and bringing all the lost back, then you would do it.

A sacrifice of love was needed and you had nothing but love to give for those two. You couldn't live in a world without Steve and while he wanted to do the noble thing, you knew you would never be able to go on without him. So, you used your power one last time to push Steve far away from the edge of the cliff and then threw yourself over it.

As you fell, you could hear Steve crying out for you. You always assumed your life would flash before your eyes like everyone claimed it would. But all you saw was Vormir's sky eclipsed by Steve reaching over the cliff's edge, as if he could still reach you. And then you saw nothing at all.

You didn't remember hitting the rocks below, but the only people on your mind as death rushed to meet you were Steve and Wanda. Steve, selfless and sacrificing, and how much he yearned for his best friend, the person who truly understood him above all else, Bucky. And your sister, who had drifted away into dust and oblivion after losing the love of her life. Wanda, who had been forced to kill Vision, only to have it all be for nothing. Her grief had sent shockwaves through you and you would never forget the raw pain that had radiated off her after losing Vis. You couldn't bring Pietro back, and while his death would always weigh on your mind, you knew that you could bring Wanda back into the land of the living.

You would make it right. You had to. Even if this was your end, then at least it meant something. At least it was used to save countless others.

Death flowed endlessly around you in glimpses of life and snatches of memories, remembered and forgotten. They fell right through your grasp, never yours to begin with, but a tether to the world you longed to revisit. You fought and struggled, pulling at strands and words, willing them to materialize. You followed a lead, a road, that appeared before you and at the end, you expected to find Death.

No one will ever be tempted by the darkhold again.

I miss you. God, I miss you so much.

I got my dance. I owed her that. I owed myself that.

I can't feel you.

We can't reverse death.

You're gonna need me.

Immortality never meant anything to me before, but I suppose you’re not mine after all. Not yet, at least. Don’t say I never did you any favors.

You didn't expect to wake up.

You felt breath expand your lungs and you sat up with a gasp. You didn't know where you were or what had happened to you, but all you could think was that you failed. You had traded your life for the billions of others that had been snapped away by Thanos. If you were here, alive, then it had all been for nothing.

"Hey, hey," someone was saying, and you could feel hands on your shoulders, but you didn't want to lift your head to try to see who was attempting to talk to you. "She's freaking out here. Don't you think you should do something, Shuri?"

"And what would you have me do, Bucky? This might not even really be her. I thought her magic was blue."

"It was," someone said. Bucky, you realized. It was Bucky who had you by the shoulders. "Hey, doll," Bucky tried, bringing a finger up to tuck under your chin and force your head up.

You met Bucky's eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening. He hadn’t been wrong. You were freaking out, but it wasn’t going to do you any good now. You needed to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"Bucky?" You tried, your words coming out as a rasp. "Am I alive?"

Bucky looked like he was torn between relief and confusion. "Yeah, you're here with us." He gestured at the other two people in the room. You recognized one as King T'Challa's sister and you had already known Sam.

"How did I get here? I died on Vormir. Or...I thought I did. I don't remember dying," you told them, trying to remember what happened. Death hadn't felt like an end, more like a journey. You had felt, all the while, like you were being lead somewhere. Maybe, you couldn't help but think, it was bringing you here.

"We don't know how you got here," Sam interjected. His arms were crossed and he was wearing a new suit. It wasn't his usual Falcon getup. It was more reminiscent of Steve's, showcasing red, white, and blue with a star on the chest. The shield was strapped to his back, and you started to panic again.

"Where's Steve?" You quickly let your gaze shift from Sam to Bucky again. “Bucky, where’s Steve? Did he make it? God, I gave up everything for him and if he still died...,” you trailed off, letting the thought go unfinished. It didn’t bear thinking about.

Bucky turned to throw a look over his shoulder at Sam. You couldn't see Bucky's expression, but you could sure as hell see Sam's.

Grief. Remorse. Apology. Pain.

"No," you denied with a quick shake of your head. "I jumped so he would live. I jumped so he would get to have a life." You could feel a strange new energy thrumming along your limbs, and you didn't know how to contain it. You felt restless, an urgency rising within you that you didn't know how to quell.

"He did," Bucky assured you, finally looking at you again. You felt like his hands on you was the only thing keeping you together, so when he made to draw away, you latched onto his shirt, pulling him closer. "Okay, okay," he soothed, moving to sit on the edge of the examination you realized you were lying on.

He was treating you like a frightened animal, and you didn’t know how to feel about that. You were torn between seeking comfort in the familiarity of him and lashing out for letting you be so vulnerable. It wasn’t his fault. He was only doing what he could for you, but you were caught between anger and fear, and nothing good ever came out of that particular combination.

"Then what happened? Where is he?" You demanded, looking from Sam to Shuri and back to Bucky again.

"He...," Sam paused at another look from Bucky. "Well, she's gonna find out eventually."

"What?" You snapped, hating that everyone in the room knew something you didn't. "What happened after I jumped?"

"We defeated Thanos and the people he snapped away came back," Bucky told you, giving you the tiniest hint of a smile when your shoulders began to slump with relief. Before he started talking, his lips twisted to the side in a grimace and you knew he was about to throw you back into the deep end. "But, you've gotta realize that winning that war nearly destroyed Steve. He told me what happened on Vormir and he told me what he wanted to do."

You were briefly distracted by a shimmer in the air around Bucky. You hadn't realized it before, but the air around him seemed to faintly glow red. As he spoke, it shifted to a light blue, and you were so distracted by the sight that you missed his next words.

"You alright there, Maximoff?" Sam called, breaking you out of your fascination. The air around Sam seemed to glow just the slightest hint of green while Shuri had a purple aura around her.

"I don't know?" You answered, ducking your hand to look at your hands. You felt off, somehow. You had never really been the same, not since losing your parents at a young age and having to look out for your younger brother and sister. After being subjected to experiments by sadistic scientists and coming out the other side with superpowers, you figured you would never lead a normal life. Steve had been the closest thing you had ever gotten to a fairytale ending and now he was gone.

You felt unmoored, adrift, in this new reality and you were waiting to crash down again. You only hoped you would be given the opportunity to brace for impact when the time came.

A light danced across your fingers, your magic beginning to flare up with your frustration. You had never been anywhere on your sister's level, your magic blue where hers was red and chaotic. But you had also been able to tame a flame and throw objects around with just a thought. She would always be the more powerful of the two of you, but you had held your own well enough in a fight.

The magic that pushed up beneath your skin to pool in your palm was no longer blue, but orange.

"Huh," you breathed, no longer able to accept that you were rooted in reality. "This is the weirdest dream ever." You finally looked back up at Bucky, catching his worried expression. "You think this is what I'm seeing before I die?"

"Doll, that's what I've been trying to tell you. You did die," he stressed, tightening his grip on your shoulders. "There was never a body. Steve wanted to bring you back, but you just weren't there."

"The soul stone must have claimed her. It did require a sacrifice," Shuri observed with a thoughtful noise. "I could tell something was happening. There was just too much energy and while I thought it was your sister, it turned out to be you swirling around in the air like a ghost. I still have no idea how you corporealized and got here from Vormir, but you're living and breathing," she assured you, gesturing towards a monitor you realized was showing your heartbeat, oxygen levels, and other vitals.

There were too many worries crowding your mind and you tried to sort them out. You thought if you could just focus, then maybe something would start to make sense.

"Steve?" You tried again, not able to accept that he might be gone.

"He passed on," Sam said, his tone somber and apologetic. “Wasn’t that long ago, but I’m sorry to tell you, he’s no longer with us.”

Bucky shot him a glare, but you shook your head.

"No, tell me," you demanded, trying to force yourself to breathe. “I’m not going to get anywhere with you hiding things from me.” You wanted to scream and rage, but you weren't sure what your magic would do if you gave into the instinct. It was new, something you had to relearn, and you didn't want to hurt Bucky, Sam, or Shuri because you couldn't control it.

"He, uh, well," Bucky started with a wince. "He had to bring the stones back to their original homes. He told me before he left that he was never going to be able to save you. Your death was tied to the fate of billions and there was nothing he could do to get you back. The soul stone wouldn't return you, but the time stone could still give him a life. It could help him right some past wrongs and regrets."

Bucky stopped talking, but you didn't need him to continue. You could almost see it playing out like a movie in your mind. Steve searching for you one last time on Vormir only to be informed that you were no longer there. Steve leaving and finding Peggy. Steve finally getting his dance. Steve getting his happy ending.

Without you.

You pulled away from Bucky, your hands curling into themselves as you felt your power build up. A brilliant, blinding orange light caressed your skin and you threw your hands out to the sides, releasing everything that had been building up.

You let out a scream, throwing your head back as you attempted to claw back control from the wild impulse of your magic. It was untamed, no longer held under your will, and you felt like it would tear you apart. It was lighting you up from the inside and you were distantly aware of the smell of smoke and flame.

Someone was shouting your name, attempting to bring you back to yourself. But all you could feel was pain and the agony of losing Steve after all was almost too much for you to take.

Someone wrapped their arms around you, trapping your arms at your sides. It was enough to pull you out of your grief, the surprise of being so fully embraced while you were feeling like a bomb that had finally gone off shocked you into finally reeling your magic back in and storing it away.

Bucky had you in a tight hold, but it wasn't restricting. It was comfort and reassurance and understanding.

“You couldn’t have done that before she burned a hole through the floor?” Shuri wondered, sounding exasperated.

“Where do you keep your fire extinguisher?” Sam wondered, his voice drifting away as he searched for something to put out the fire that was still raging on the floor.

"I know," he was whispering, ignoring all the alarms you had accidentally set off. You could hear Shuri cursing and Sam rifling through a cabinet. "I know, alright? It hurts. It hurts me too," Bucky confided in you, keeping his voice low enough so only you could hear him. “But you’ve gotta keep it in right now. Just for now. And then I’ll get you someplace where you can let it all go. Once we know you’re okay,” he added after a moment.

You let your arms wrap around Bucky's waist, resting your head on his shoulder. He brought a hand up, letting it curl around the back of your neck, holding you in place. You could feel tears tracking down your cheeks, but you no longer wanted to cry. You had gotten your answer, and while it wasn't what you wanted, you couldn't begrudge Steve a happy ending. Not after everything he had given up to save the world time and again.

You absentmindedly reached a hand out, drawing on the flames and letting the fire fall into your hand. You closed your hand into a fist, letting it die.

“Neat trick you’ve got there. You couldn’t have done that sooner?” Sam asked, finally brandishing a fire extinguisher that was no longer needed.

“Perhaps we should give them a moment,” Shuri suggested to Sam. “Why don’t you come look at these readouts with me?”

“I’m not a toddler. You don’t have to distract me,” Sam grumbled, but he dutifully followed Shuri to the other side of the room, leaving you and Bucky with a small measure of privacy.

"I'm sorry," you muttered into Bucky's shoulder, letting yourself only focus on him. "I'm sorry he left you. He really loved you, you know."

"Yeah," Bucky huffed out on a humorless laugh. "He really loved you too."

You stayed like that for a while, soaking up Bucky's presence while everything fell apart around you.

"Sam's Cap now?" You checked, knowing that if Sam wielded the shield, then he had taken on the mantle. “He’s good for it.” You knew that if Steve had passed on the shield to Sam, then it was with very good reason. You had always assumed that if Steve retired, then Bucky would take on the role of Captain America, but looking at him now, Bucky just seemed tired. Maybe he didn’t so much want to play hero as he wanted to simply stop looking over his shoulder at every turn waiting for his past to resurface.

"Yeah," Bucky answered, finally pulling away enough to look at you. "You missed a lot while you were gone, you know."

"How long has it been since I died, Bucky?" Steve was gone and Sam was Captain America and Bucky seemed less constrained, but still wary. It was a monumental change, but you had a sinking feeling it was only the tip of the iceberg.

"Years." Bucky watched you in silence for a long, drawn-out moment. You heard the door open, but didn't bother to see if it was admitting someone new or if Shuri and Sam had finally had enough of pretending they weren’t eavesdropping on your conversation with Bucky. "Look, there's something I should tell you, but after how you reacted to Steve, I don't know how you're gonna take this."

"What are you--"

"I almost didn't believe it," someone interrupted, and you finally looked over to see Stephen Strange standing in the doorway. "It's miraculous is what it is," he continued, not aware of the way you tensed at his presence.

There was something dark in the air around him. It looked as if something had latched on to him and was content to be a passenger. You didn't know why you were literally seeing people in a new light, but you knew that whatever had happened with Stephen wasn't good. It was like it had left a stain on his soul.

"Stephen," you greeted with a nod of your head. "What the hell happened to you? You’re...different," you decided, watching how the inky wisps attached to his aura pulsed at your words. You couldn’t tell if it was something separate or if it was simply a part of Strange now.

Stephen's brow furrowed in confusion. He shot Bucky a look and then Sam and Shuri. "Did you--?" He let the question hang, waiting for them to answer.

"No," Shuri told him, watching you in interest. "She's changed. Her power has evolved with her death."

You swung your legs over the side of the table and let yourself stand. Bucky reached out to help you or hold you back, you weren't sure, but you waved him off. Another question had come to mind, and you instinctively knew that Stephen would have something to do with the answer you were seeking. Shuri had mentioned your sister earlier and now she was all you could think about. Why did Shuri it was your sister trying to materialize? Wasn’t Wanda alive? You would never get Steve back, and you would never want to rip away whatever peace he had stolen for himself. But Wanda would need you. Wanda always needed you. If something had happened to her in your absence, then it was your job to find her and help her.

So, you met Stephen's gaze and held your head high, not wanting to show even a hint of weakness.

"Where's my sister?" You asked, daring him to lie to you. You could see a flicker of uncertainty in his expression as you advanced on him. You could feel the tempting crackle of your power tingling along your fingers. You longed to see Wanda, knowing that she would be the only thing keeping you from truly falling apart. Your sacrifice had cost you more than your life. It had cost you Steve. And you would be damned if it also cost you your sister.

You felt like your soul was reaching out to her, your entire being aching to pull her back into your orbit, but there was a strange emptiness inside you. It was like she was drifting further away from you by the second.

Stephen met your gaze, never letting it stray. "What do you know about the darkhold?" Stephen finally responded after what felt like an eternity waiting for any news about what had happened to your sister.

It wasn't what you wanted to hear and you couldn't help but lash out with your magic. It had been coiled, ready to strike, and who were you to deny it when you finally had a worthy target?

You had expected to simply push him with your power. It had been a familiar defensive response before your death, but now your magic seemed to take hold of the reigns. It curled out away from you and wrapped around his throat. You could hear his breath cut off and Bucky was calling your name, but you didn't care.

There was only one thing you cared about at the moment and Stephen Strange seemed to hold all the answers.

So, you decided to give him one more chance and posed the question that had overtaken your mind.

"Where's Wanda?" Additional Author's Note: If you'd like to be tagged, just let me know!!

#agatha all along #marvel #marvel imagine #agatha all along imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #reader is a maximoff #agatha all along x reader #reader insert #imagine #bucky barnes imagine #agatha all along spoilers #spoilers #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagine #my fic #i will avenge my ghost fic

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sillysowa · 1 year ago

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Could you do a lil one-shot of Hobie and fem reader on a road trip, reader driving until he takes the wheel since she took too many distracted stops at roadside shops. That’s until he takes his own stop this time but it involves him on her lap🤭 or not, nsfw or sfw- just a lil idea <3

Not gonna lie, I started writing this request and half way through I realized I read it wrong. Hobie on her lap caught me off guard and I didn’t quite understand how to do that in a car (or what your specific idea was) but I hope this is satisfactory—I went with a switch reader vibe!

I WANNA BE SEDATED!

PAIRING: HOBIE BROWN X FEM!READER

GENRE: SMUT! PWP

WORD COUNT: 1.2K

WARNINGS: USE OF Y/N, USE OF PET-NAMES, SEX IN A CAR, SLIGHTLY DOM READER AT POINTS, VAGINAL SEX

AUTHORS NOTE: NOT PROOFREAD SO THERE MAY BE SLIGHT MISTAKES!

SYNOPSIS: WHATS A ROAD TRIP WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND WITH NO SEX ON THE HIGHWAY?

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“Oh my god, Hobie! This one looks cute!” You gush for about the sixth time in the past two hours, pulling off into another local cafe in a small town. The car swings to the side as you enter the tiny parking lot and Hobie’s lanky frame bangs around in his seat as he clings to the handle on his side,

“Shit! Holy fuck, love! Go easy.” He curses, laughing in complete disbelief at your trash driving. You pull into the small bakery parking lot and bother the shit out of Hobie the entire time you’re inside (he loves it.) He pays for it all and you leave with a couple cases of sweets and pile them into your baskets in the back of the car for safekeeping. You “dust” your hands off, reaching for the drivers side door when Hobie’s hand shoots out and snatches your wrist,

“I don’t think so, dollface. It’s my turn—get your sweet ass in the passenger seat.” Hobie quips, nodding towards the other side of the car. You huff and walk over,

“Your driving isn’t any better than mine!” You say, getting comfortable in your seat and not so discreetly catching glimpses at Hobie’s hands as he turns the car on and shifts it into reverse.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He laughs, his hand over you and firmly on the back of your seat as pulls out of the parking lot.

“Oh shut up.” You snap, sipping your drink and messing with his radio. When he’s noticed this, he quickly stops you,

“Ah-ah-ah! I’m driving, my songs.” He tsks, waving his finger at you all annoyingly and pointing to the cds he brought into your car. (He stole every single one.) You sift through all of them, announcing the titles until Hobie gives you the green light on one,

“Road to ruin, Ramones?”

“Yes! Play that one, love.” He smiles, eyes on the road as you put the CD in. Instantly, loud punk rock fills the car, the both of you getting hype and energetic. Hobie drummed his ring clad fingers over the wheel, thrashing his head around and yelling out lyrics, having the time of his life. He stole glances at you—the way your lips locked around the straw of your drink from the cafe, the way you sang along to his favorite songs, and how jaw droppingly gorgeous you look as his passenger princess. It made him feel a certain way, his mischievous side coming out as he pulls over the car in the middle of nowhere on the busy highway.

“Hobie?-“

“Get in the back baby.” Hobie mumbles, that special glint in his eyes as he looks at you, swallowing. You smile widely for a moment before you hurriedly unbuckle and clamor into the backseat with Hobie, a giggling mess. His tall stature struggles in the small car, stumbling around and falling onto the seats. You’re both breathless and laughing, the sunlight fading from view and the only lighting being the cars on the road and the inside lights on in the front seat. Hobie’s under you, kissing you passionately with his hips thrusting up against yours. You break the kiss to suck hickeys into his neck, your whole body shuddering at the sounds he makes,

“A-Ah! Fuck-Don’t stop.” He grunts, his hands finding their way to your hips. You pull back looking him in the eyes, waiting,

“Oh, Y/N don’t make me-“

“Beg.”

“Fuck.” Hobie sighs, looking up at your beautiful smiling eyes, the sadistic look in your them making his cock twitch,

“Please…please don’t stop.” Hobie grunts, his hand reaching up into your hair and tugging it, the moan that leaves your lips a firm reminder of how much you both want this. You grin at him, leaning down and kissing his neck, sucking hickeys right into that sensitive spot of his. Hobie’s hips grind into yours, and you grind back. He’s breathless in the warm air, the windows starting to fog up in the corners.

“Y/N…Y/N.” He moans, reaching up and holding your waist, his fingers dipping under your top as he looks up at you, asking for permission. You nod and he instantly pulls your shirt off of you, nearly cumming at the sight of your tits.

“Fuck…” He groans, sitting up slightly and immediately flicking his tongue over one your nipples, the needy look in his eyes and the sensation driving you insane. Hobie sucks and licks your nipples, biting every now and then, letting out growl-like noises. The bulge in his jeans is hard against your covered pussy, and you feel his need in the sweat on his skin, the agog look in his eyes and the labored breathing that plagues him as he tugs at your pants by the belt loops. Both of you waste no time in stripping completely naked, panting as his loud rock music thrums in your skulls,

“Y-Y/N please,”

“I’m ready, Hobie.” You groan, your pussy rubbing over his hard cock before he grabs your face in his two large hands and kisses you passionately. It’s a mess—you’re both groaning and moaning, so horny you think you could die. Hobie breaks the kiss. his gaze traveling down to where you sink your hips down and he slides all the way inside you. Hobie squeezes his eyes shut at the feeling—warm, wet, walls clenching his cock and threatening to milk him for all he’s got. Hobie feels his adrenaline race and his arms come around your back, pulling your flat against his chest as he fucks you as hard as he can,

“H-Hobie!” You moan, surprised as he aggressively rams into that sweet spot in you, the sound of sex barely heard over the sound of punk rock. The car shakes and your eyes roll into the back of your head at the sensation of his cock deep inside you, stretching you wide open and leaving you breathless,

“Take it, doll. Take all of it, I know you can—your pussy loves my dick, fuckin’ made for it.” He groans, a mumbling mess drunk on your pussy. He fucks you with a steady rhythm, the cars on the road flying past the both of you with their high beams illuminating the car. Hobie’s eyebrows are pinched, his face warm to the touch and you can what his heart beating rapidly. Your pussy clenches and pulsates, the feeling of being fucked like this leaving you delirious. Your head was fuzzy, and your walls were growing tighter as you neared your orgasm, Hobie dirty-talking you through it.

You feel warm cum spilling out of you as he just beats up your insides. You couldn’t tell how many times you came, all you knew was “Yes!” “More!” and “Hobie~!” Hobie loosened his grip on you just as he was about to cum, moving his head to kiss you while he spills inside you, both of you moaning into each others mouths. It was loud, it was messy, and it was insane. You felt the twitching of his entire length as his warm cum filled your insides, Hobie still pumping into you in your overstimulation. You both had to take a minute to regroup yourselves after that kind of sex, stumbling to sit up and get dressed again,

“Couldn’t help it, you looked so good sucking that straw eatlier.” Hobie confesses as he pulls his jeans on,

You laugh, disbelief al over your face, “That’s what this was about? You fucking pervert!” You laugh, playfully shoving his arm. Hobie smirks,

“I’ll be that if it means fucking you like this.” Hobie says in a deep tone as he grabs your face and kisses you roughly, getting a taste of you one last time before you have to get on the road again.

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown x you #hobie spiderverse #spiderman #silly’s fics

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froggiewrites · 4 months ago

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Hi! I’ve been thinking about your Doflamingo fic nonstop since you posted it! Saw your requests were open and thought I’d throw mine into the mix.

If you’re interested in writing something else for Doffy, maybe f!reader teasing and edging him.. or she tries and he reminds her who’s in charge?

If that’s too much, feel free to ignore >.< I love your work, keep it up!

Anon, I need you to know this has been HAUNTING me since you sent it. Genuinely I was going to work on another request first and I couldn't because I couldn't stop thinking of Doffy in cuffs. Thank you so much for sending this in, I had a LOT of fun with it, it even turned out like double the length I was originally intending.

Coup D'état

Pairing: Doflamingo x Reader

NSFW

Summary: You try to tie Doflamingo down and take charge for once. As much as he seems to enjoy himself, his pride won't let you take control from him, and he decides he has to put you in your place. Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Edging, Overstimulation, Slight Praise Kink (Doflamingo receving), Switch Doflamingo Word Count: 3.8k

You have fun with Doflamingo. You enjoy your arrangement, where you have made yourself available and he takes his pleasure freely, really, you do. But the cocky smirks, the demanding hands, the smug laugh while he keeps you at his mercy…they grate at you.

The idea begins as an innocent little fantasy. You imagine your roles reversed, with him at your mercy for once. You imagine him pinned beneath you, moaning sweetly, crying out your name. You imagine his rough wandering hands at first pinned behind his back, then tied, then handcuffed to the bed. You imagine him, legs spread, cock twitching and red, absolutely puddy in your hands. You imagine pushing him closer and closer to the edge, never quite letting him reach it, as he screams and cries and begs for you to grant him the pleasure he usually takes so easily. You imagine him a hundred different ways, his voice ragged and wanting, and you imagine it frequently. But fantasies are just that: fantasy. It’s harmless.

Until you find yourself admiring a set of handcuffs.

They’re sea prism stone, of course. Used by the Doflamingo Family on their prisoners, kept far far away from Doffy himself. The chain is extra long, presumably to allow them to attach to a table or hang from the ceiling. They’re a tool of imprisonment, of torture, and they belong nowhere near your dear king.

They’re cold beneath your fingers. You rub your thumb lightly against the material, and you wonder if they’d take too much of his stamina. Surely they aren’t pure sea prism stone, not for simple prisoners. Surely they’d just be hard to break, and stop him from using his strings to force you to open them. He’d simply have to ask you nicely. And really, would that be so bad? For the high and mighty Doflamingo to simply ask for once?

You pocket the cuffs.

You still convince yourself this is all theoretical, simply an idea, even as you begin to plan how you would get him into the cuffs. Not when he’s sleeping, that’d be too big of an invasion. You don’t want to break his trust like that, or risk him waking up in such a vulnerable position after one of his nightmares. And you know he would never simply agree to put them on if you asked. He would tease you relentlessly for even thinking of it, pin you down and take you until you cried, until you agreed with him about what a silly idea it all was in the first place. So you needed to find an opportunity.

You try not to carry the handcuffs with you everywhere, both because that would get you caught and because it would make you look patently insane. Instead you hide them in Doflamingo’s room, like a slightly less insane person. If you find a moment to use them, you can, and if you don’t, no harm no foul!

Opportunity comes quicker than expected. Doflamingo calls on you, as he always does. He’s stressed, shoulders tensed, jaw clenched, vein popping on his forehead. He needs relief. You can provide that, you know. And what a relief would it be for him to allow himself to lose control for once? To let you take care of him? When was the last time someone took care of him willingly, with an open heart, and not simply because he demanded it? It certainly hadn’t happened in the time you’ve known him.

He’s laying back on the bed, already half dressed, splayed out and ready for you. He gestures for you to climb on top of him, get to work, and you do so gladly. The kiss is messy, all tongues and teeth as he works off his rage from the day. He readies himself to grab you, grope you as he always does, and is surprised to hear the soft click and feel the cold against his wrist.

“What…what is this?” In a rare moment of control, he doesn’t immediately throw you off of him in rage. He doesn’t even seem angry, really, just confused.

“They’re handcuffs, dear.” While he’s distracted staring at his contained wrist, you manage to capture his other one, the chain of the cuffs looped a few times around one of the wooden slats of the headboard to restrict his movement. He can still move his hands, but he can’t reach you when you’re below his chest. A precaution to ensure he doesn’t just grab your head and force you to work at his pace anyway.

“Sea prism stone handcuffs?”

“Yes.”

His eye twitches slightly as he gives a familiar irritated grin. “And why, exactly, am I wearing these?”

You consider your words carefully. “I want…to be able to give you what I’m willing. When I want to give it. Instead of you just taking it.” He doesn’t answer you for a moment as his brow furrows in what you fear is rage. “I can take them off, of course. I have the key, I can–”

His booming laugh cuts you off. “So you think you can handle being in control, little bird? Really?” He chuckles again, the sound deeply condescending, as everything about him is. “Be my guest, Try to see if you can handle power. Once you realize how out of your depth you are, you can unchain me and I’ll show you what happens to those who aim too high above their station.” There’s a challenge burning in his eyes, one he expects you to back down from, and it makes you bristle.

“I’m going to make you lose your mind, Doffy.” You slide down as you say this, hands dragging down his abdomen as you make your way to his clothed crotch. He just chuckles again, condescending smirk still firmly in place. Instead of touching him, however, you start to slowly strip, exposing your skin to his watchful eyes. He looks pleased until you hear the soft jangle of metal, and his expression sours as he realizes he can’t reach you.

“Get over here.” His voice leaves no room for argument. Unfortunately for him, you’re more than willing to make some.

“Hm, I don’t think so.” You throw your shirt somewhere off into the distance, starting to slowly work off your pants.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not going to do that, darling. I’m perfectly fine down here.” You hear a thunk as he tries to pull his arms forward again, and you can’t help but laugh, the light airy sound doing nothing but pissing him off.

“Move. Now.”

“Hm…no.” You give him a gentle smile, trying to keep the obvious smugness to a minimum. The rage in his eyes indicates you’ve failed. Once your pants are off, you see his eyes linger, waiting for you to fully expose yourself to him simply because he wants it, and so you still your hands.

“Wha–You’re stopping there?” His voice is filled with a baffled frustration. He’s shifting in his restraints, legs kicking out slightly in protest. You softly pin his legs down with your hands, no force behind the gesture, and surprisingly, he doesn’t fight you.

“I’ll let you see more when you’ve earned it.”

“I have to earn it?”

“What, you think you deserve it just because?” Your tone is slightly too mocking, and you can see him pull his hands forward harder as the headboard creaks slightly. Uh oh. You need to mollify him a bit, so you try to coo sweetly instead. “If you’re good, and I know you will be, you’ll see everything you want soon. Will you be good for me?”

He scoffs, but he can’t hide the red in his cheeks or the tent in his pants. “Get to work,” he mutters, no real anger behind it.

“Of course, darling.” You pop the button on his shorts, relieving some of the pressure, and he lets out a quiet sigh. You slide them down quickly, as well as his boxers, freeing him entirely. He’s possibly harder than you’ve ever seen him, already twitching and ready, precum leaking from his tip. He’s clearly enjoying this more than he’s letting on.

You lean forward, giving him a good view of your tits, before running your fingers along his abdomen, your tongue following the same path. He lets out a quiet, shaky moan, the sweetest noise you’ve ever heard, before he quickly swallows the noise. You wish you could bite his neck, mark him enough that everyone would see your handiwork, but you know if you get within reach of his hands he’s going to do everything he can to force you to give him what he wants. You settle for leaning down and nipping at his hip bone, which causes him to yelp. You didn’t even know he was capable of making such a vulnerable sound. You look up from hooded lashes to see his cheeks flushed a delicious pink, his eyes watching your movements with rapturous attention. You bite again, harder this time, and he once again fails to suppress his cry. You kiss the spot, the action almost (but not quite) an apology, before moving further down, moving your attention between his legs.

Your hands run lightly over his thighs, feeling the way they tense and jump as he tries and fails to predict your next movement. They’re firm beneath your fingers, as strong as every part of him is. You lean down, nose brushing so very close to where he wants you, before you press a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh. His breath shudders, a shiver racking his body.

“Y–you’re really taking your time, aren’t you?”

You’re kind enough not to comment on the stutter, on the loss of composure he so desperately wants to hide from you. “Just taking time to appreciate the beauty in front of me, dear. You don’t normally let me worship you quite so thoroughly. This seemed like too good of an opportunity to pass up.”

“I—hah!—” he grits his teeth as a nip against his inner thigh makes him groan, “I thought you worshiped me quite thoroughly last time.” He’s referring to a few days ago, when he fucked your mouth, hips snapping harshly enough that you could barely talk for an entire day after. You had certainly spent enough time on your knees then, though your hands had been clasped around his thighs instead of in prayer.

“I suppose that’s true. Things are a little different today though, wouldn’t you agree?” With that, you finally give him a taste of what he wants, gently taking his cock in your hands. For a moment you just hold him, feeling the way his body reacts to the smallest touch, then you allow yourself to slowly start pumping. His hips jerk, trying to get more stimulation, and you take your hands away, tutting lightly. “Given, not taken, Doffy.”

You start again, and though his hips still twitch, you can tell he is making an active effort to sit still. Good behavior like that should be rewarded. You lean forward, giving the smallest of licks to his tip, and he gives you a beautiful, wanton cry in return. You slowly open your lips, engulfing him in the soft, wet heat of your mouth as one of your hands continues to work him. The other has a strong grip on his thigh to keep yourself steady, your fingernails digging into his skin. You had always been on the receiving end of such marks, never the giver, and now you finally understand his obsession with them. The small half crescents tell anyone else, I was here. He was mine. You can’t help but smile at the thought.

You slowly descend deeper, taking as much of him as you can without gagging, as he tries desperately not to buck his hips into you. You glance up at his face, finding his eyes closed, head thrown back, hands gripping onto the chain of the cuffs in an attempt to ground himself. His expression is pure bliss, nothing in his pretty little head but the feeling of you wrapped around him. You can’t see a trace of his earlier frustration, his furious need for control. You very gently scrape your teeth against him, and he nearly sobs. You continue to work his cock with your mouth and hand, every once in a while releasing his thigh to free up your other hand to play with his balls, working him closer and closer to his edge.

You can feel it coming, feel the electricity begin to run through him, and right before he releases, fully embraces the pleasure he has allowed you to bestow upon him, you stop.

You remove your mouth and hands, backing up, watching him hit a wall instead of his orgasm.

“Huh?” He makes a pathetic little sound of confusion, eyes shooting open to look at you sitting between his legs, blinking innocently. He looks bleary, unsure, still a little lost in the pleasure you so abruptly took away. “Why’d you stop?” He whines.

“I decided you’d been good enough to see what you wanted to earlier,” you purr, reaching for the clasp of your bra. You allow your tits to bounce freely as you throw the fabric to the floor, and his pupils grow as he watches their motion, nearly forgetting what you’d done in his arousal. You slowly slide off your panties as well, making sure he can see the notable wet spot from where they were pressed against your core. His eyes follow the spot until they’re also discarded on the ground, leaving you finally fully exposed to him, dripping and ready to take him. “Well, was it worth the wait?”

“Please,” he rasps, “Finish what you started.” You press your thighs together, instantly warm from the sound of his begging. How many people have had a king beg at their feet like this? How many people has he allowed to bring him to heel, defanged and downright docile? You may be the only one who ever has. You may be the only one who ever will.

“Who am I to deny you, dear, when you’re doing so very well?” You keep your voice sweet and kind, and you can see his cock twitch at the praise as he whimpers. You align yourself over him, slowly and deliberately sinking down onto him. He watches as you engulf him, easily taking him with how wet you are from his submission. Once your hips fully meet, you sit still for only a moment, allowing yourself time to adjust, and you once again hear the cuffs clink as he tries to reach for you. “Just one second, my love. You’re doing so well.”

After fully adjusting, you start to ride him recklessly and without abandon. You watch his face, taking in his fiery expression as he focuses on the bouncing of your breasts as you work. You allow yourself to glance down a moment, seeing the way his cock disappears into you and you fall into him, and moan at the sight. He’s beautiful, and he fills you so well. You pray that this won’t be the only time, pray that you’ll be able to tie him down and take him to your content as much as you’d like. You can see the ecstasy on his face, feel how relaxed he is beneath you. He’s enjoying this just as much as you are, if not more.

Your thighs continue to work, starting to burn as you continue to bounce on him, but you don’t stop, don’t falter, until his moans begin to reach a familiar pitch and you know he’s about to release, then you stop again, pulling yourself off a him, and sitting back again. He nearly sobs.

“Ah, not quite time, Do–”

Snap.

You briefly see splintered wood flying through the air before you’re pinned on your stomach, cold metal wrapping around your midsection and pinning your arms. Doflamingo is behind you now, rough hands grabbing your hips and digging in. You feel his nails leaving their mark as he leans in to growl in your ear.

“I was gracious enough to let you think you were in control, and this is how you repay me? Teasing me, degrading me, keeping the pleasure that is rightfully mine? I think you have a lesson to learn.” The chains dig into your skin as his hands slowly begin to move, roughly grabbing at any bit of skin he can. Breasts, thighs, ass. Anything within reach is his, as it always is and always should be. “You should be grateful I’m kind enough to teach it, little bird. Look at me, showing you grace. Pay close attention.”

He pulls the chain tighter and you cry out, a sound that makes his furious grin grow even wider. He pinches your nipples, and you can feel his warmth breath against your ear as he whispers to you. “Did you really think you could do whatever you wanted?”

You whine as he tugs again. “Was it just what I wanted? You seemed like you enjoyed it a lot.”

You can’t see his face, but you can feel the heat it radiates, hear the way he swallows to compose himself. “You’re delusional. One little gift to you and you think you can do whatever you want.”

“I—ah!—I would never do anything you didn’t want, Doffy. I did it because you enjoyed it, that’s all.”

“Lies,” he huffs out, but you know the reason he buries his head in your neck is embarrassment, plain and simple. Even as he bites down, nearly hard enough to draw blood, you know in your heart he’s just desperately trying to regain the control he gave you, make you forget the power you had over him. His hands begin to shift lower as he presses his back further into you, ensuring you can feel every inch of him. He aligns himself with your entrance, plunging in in a single smooth stroke. He doesn’t give you a moment of rest, pounding into you without mercy immediately, using the chains and his strong hands to maneuver you into whatever position he desires.

He presses your face into the mattress, balls slapping against your ass as he continues to take and take and take. You’re breathless, making soft whimpers and whines as you feel him fill you, taking you deeper and deeper, hitting spots you couldn’t have dreamed of hitting yourself. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you impossibly closer towards him, hard enough that you know he’ll leave bruises.

“Who’s in charge here, little bird? Do you remember yet?”

“You, Doflamingo!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t hear you. Who’s in charge?”

“You, Doflamingo! You’re in charge!”

“There we go. Was that so hard?” He grants you a bit of mercy in the finger he brings to your clit, but in return he pulls the chains tighter, watching as they push into your skin. “See what happens when you know your place, dear?”

You can only moan in response, growing closer and closer to your edge, and you expect him to pull away, take your pleasure away just like you did his. You’re pleasantly surprised when he allows you to fall over the edge of your orgasm, and even more so when he continues to work you through it, extending and intensifying your pleasure. It’s only once you come down from your high and feel his rough fingers push even hard into your oversensitive clit that you realize what’s happening.

You cry out, trying to pull your hips away, but he continues to thrust into you, not slowing for even a moment. “What, you wish to deny me even now? I guess you haven’t learned your lesson quite yet.”

You let out weak moans as he continues to work you, again and again, never granting you a moment’s respite. His hands continue to wander as he leaves his marks on you: bites on your neck, your shoulders, your back, and fingerprints on your breasts, stomach, and hips. Every inch of you is covered in him, as it should be, as he wanted, and you’re left sobbing beneath him, entirely overwhelmed. He doesn’t stop at your first orgasm, or your second, or your third. It is only as your fourth orgasm approaches, heat rising again in your stomach, that he finally slams into you one final time, shooting his cum deep into you, filling you fully as you clench once again around him, your body trying to pull him ever closer even now.

He collapses on top of you, pinning you to the bed, his heavy breaths the only thing you can hear over the blood rushing in your ears. He wraps you in his arms, forehead pressing into your shoulder blades. He only speaks after composing himself, once again crushing any vulnerability he showed earlier. “Do you understand now?”

“Yes, Doffy.” Your voice is weak from crying out, but you ensure he hears you, even as you’re muffled in the bedsheets. A silence follows, like he’s waiting for something else, but you cannot grasp it, your brain entirely mush after the marathon you’ve just had.

“You’re forgetting something, little bird.” He sighs into your back. “What else do you have to say to me?”

You cannot for the life of you figure out what he wants, so you go for the only sentiment you can manage to hold in your thoughts for more than a second. “I love you?”

He barks a laugh, voice filled with amusement. “Appreciated, but not quite right. Try again.”

You think back to his beautiful whimpers, the look of bliss on his face. Then you recall the way he hid from you after. “I’m..sorry?”

“There we go.” His touch is as gentle as he is capable of as he caresses your thigh. “Now, where is the key to these things?”

“In the pocket of my pants.”

His warmth leaves you, and you make a soft noise of discontent against your will, one that makes him laugh at you again. He carefully removes the chain from you, eyeing the angry red marks it left behind. He leans down, and you can hear the telltale click of the cuffs opening. You half expect him to throw them somewhere, either out the window or out the door, anywhere to ensure they’re far far away from him. Instead you’re surprised to see him tuck them into the gap between the mattress and the bed frame, along with the key. Keeping them close and available. Interesting.

He lays down again, grabbing you and easily maneuvering you into his side as he allows himself to relax again.

“So…you liked the cuffs?”

“No.”

“But you–”

“Don’t try my patience anymore than you already have, little bird. Just be grateful I’m letting you sleep here after the stunt you pulled.” Even with his harsh words, he pulls you closer, burying himself into your warmth. You can’t help but smile.

“Of course, dear.”

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blue-jisungs · 4 months ago

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Hii im new to your blog but I really love your writing.

Could u maybe write something about the reader having a crush on gunwook (their best friends) but he finds out from another member?

If that’s ok thankyou and have a good day ☺️❤️

reverse psychology

# author's note ... aweeee tysm anon u r the sweetest:( i hope u have an amazing day as well ! :D and i do hope u enjoy it hehe

# word count ... 1450

# warnings ... hao n yn have a small fight, it kinda starts very messy n crack-y but its lowkey hurt2comfort at the end?? ; kinda miscommuncation ?

“wookie, you want some of mine? i’m full” you asked and gunwook grinned, gladly accepting your ramen.

“thank you, y/n. it’s like you’re reading my mind” he hummed and dug in.

zhanghao whined and you looked at him, terrified. only yujin seemed to hear the annoyed tone in the older member’s voice so he peeked at you curiously.

“if you want some i can give you mine?” the youngest asked upon looking at zhanghao.

you both smiled and zhanghao just ruffled his hair.

“no, that’s not… but thank you. y/n, can we talk?” zhanghao asked and you already knew what was coming.

annoyed, you stood up and left the room. gunwook followed you until you disappeared and shot a questioning look at zhanghao.

“is there a problem?” he asked softly, feeling weird at the sole thought of two of his best friends fighting.

“no, don’t worry about it” hao grunted and went after you.

once he joined you in the corridor, he made sure the doors were closed.

“could you be any more obvious?” he rolled his eyes.

“can you like, shut up?” you mumbled, crossing your arms.

ever since you decided to spill your guts to zhanghao (a mistake) about your feelings towards gunwook (even bigger mistake) he just couldn’t stop bugging you about confessing. and when you said you want because you’re scared, he started acting like it’s the end of the world. besides, he was smart enough to notice how your behavior changed towards his friend.

sharing your food (which you never did with anyone, ever), being extra nice or even getting shy when gunwook did something attractive. it was painful to look at. especially when gunwook was being clueless and you were looking at him as if he hung the stars in the sky himself.

“what are you even afraid of? go for it” hao huffed.

“are you serious?” you asked, a bit too loudly. “there’s thousands of things that could go wrong! he’s my best friend and…”

“and you’re gonna let fear take control over you?” zhanghao asked.

your voices were gradually becoming louder, catching attention of the members in the common room.

“are they fighting?” gunwook asked, eyes widening. hanbin stood up, ready to ease the conflict.

gunwook noticed a weird tension between you and hao. you two kept sending each other weird looks and spending more time in private.

it brought a weird feeling of bitterness to his chest. he was happy that his friends are getting together but… when jiwoong suggested that you look like a couple, gunwook was shook. he didn’t even consider it – and part of him didn’t want to. he didn’t know why.

yujin stood up, going to the bathroom.

gunwook told hanbin to sit down, shaking his head.

“let them be” he murmured, suddenly feeling down by the possibility of this being a couple fight.

yunjin opened the door wide open and froze upon seeing you grabbing zhanghao by his collar and smacking his head.

“i said no! i like gunwook but i wont let this feeling ruin our friendsh–” you halted upon seeing the youngest. he looked at you two terrified but if hao was to judge, he’d say you looked like you were about to pass out.

“i need to piss!” he mumbled out and ran away.

“do you think he–” you let go, squatting on the floor to hide your head.

“definitely” zhanghao said “but he’s not like me. he won’t tell them"

you two sat in silence for a while, hao sighing.

“sorry. i just want my friends to be happy. and… i think you’d make a great couple” he mumbled.

yujin passed you by quietly and came back, grabbing his left over food. the other boys were joking about something but ricky noticed how pale yujin was.

“everything okay?” he asked, poking his arm. the youngest nodded slowly. gunwook peeked at him, not able to resist his curiosity.

“yeah, they were just arguing. well, y/n almost ripped hao’s eyes out. they said something about y/n liking you but i just couldn’t hold my piss anymore” yujin shrugged cluelessly, taking a huge bite and looking at gunwook.

“what?” gyuvin blinked and you two just walked in.

“oh, look, see the red marks?” yujin pointed at hao’s throat. it was just the material of his shirt that imprinted on his skin when you held his collar.

“you like me?” gunwook blurted out and your smile dropped. you smacked zhanghao’s arm.

“all of this only to–” you started, tears starting to collect at the verge of your waterline. it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“it wasn’t me, maniac!” he whined.

“oh”

you looked at yujin who dropped his food.

“sorry. i thought it was… like… normal like.” he looked ashamed, sad frown on his face.

you stormed out, grabbing your shoes.

you weren’t bad at yujin, no. you could’ve handled it better. now you basically answered gunwook’s question.

shame and embarrassment ran through your body, the tears blurring your vision caused you to trip on your way out. you had to get some fresh air. never look at them again. fly out of the country–

“y/n!”

you didn’t turn around. you knew it was gunwook.

wiping your eyes, you kept walking and pushing all the doors in your way.

“hey, wait!”

you only stopped because the last door was locked. you started pulling it aggressively, more tears streaming down your cheeks due to the helplessness.

suddenly, there were two strong arms wrapping around you. gunwook’s hand leaded yours under his chin, tucking you close to his body.

you started crying even more, not able to hold back.

“it’s okay, cry it out” he hummed, rocking you in your arms gently.

being best friends, you were always there for each other when the other one was feeling down. you were used to this kind of comfort – and maybe that was what made you fall for gunwook. his heart was just so pure and sweet.

he held you close, you could hear his slightly sped heartbeat. until you calmed down, he caressed your back in a soothing manner.

you leaned away, wiping your eyes. your breathing calmer, you were somehow ready to talk.

“you don’t have to say anything, you know” gunwook hummed with a soft smile. you shook your head.

“i have to” you mumbled and started pickling your cuticles nervously “i have a crush on you. it’s just… i didn’t want to tell you because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. and hao kept nagging me to do it”

“that’s… that’s why you kept hanging out with him?” he frowned and it all made sense. “you like me… you told him about that… you hung out… and i got jealous”

“yes. what?” you blinked, looking at him flabbergasted “jealous?”

“i just… i thought you two started dating. i didn’t understand why i felt a pain in my chest everytime i even thought about that but…” he stopped, processing everything “you have a crush on me”

“yes” you nodded, confused. and gunwook? jealous?

“and i think… i would like…” he started stuttering, a blush creeping on his cheeks “we… what do you want me to do?”

“nothing. i mean… it’s your decision. if you feel comfortable knowing that i like you more than a friend. we can stay that way or…” you stopped, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

gunwook nodded and your heart stopped for a while.

“i think i’d dating you more. i’d rather have you spend time with me than hao” he hummed and smiled proudly.

you were beyond than shocked. did zhanghao did some kind of reverse psychology on you? was it yujin’s secret plan? whatever it was, you…

“can i kiss you now?” you blurted out and your hand flew on your lips “sorry. sorry… i… sorry, i don’t know what came over me, we should take it slow and…”

gunwook just laughed and stepped closer. suddenly, you got nervous. you never felt that way around him. but your stomach was filled with butterflies.

he gently took off your hand from your mouth and put it on his shoulder. then he placed the other on the other. lastly, he cupped your face with a gentle look in his eyes.

“yes, yes you can” he grinned and let you initiate the kiss.

a dreamy sigh left his lips upon feeling yours on his. you were tender, as if scared to hurt him. he kissed you back, showing you that there’s nothing to be anxious of. and with a small smile imprinting on his lips, you felt your heart calm down.

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lessi-lover · 2 months ago

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Cute fic idea for your Cheeky series.

katie and Caitlin bring cheeky to get her ears pierced and she super excited but gets nervous once they get their and freaks out a little and once they’re done cries from the pain but Katie and Caitlin comfort her and spoil her after to make up for it (bonus points if you throw in another person Kyra, Vic or Teyah who come with them)

new gems II c.foord x k.mccabe

summary: katie and caitlin take cheeky for her first ever ear piercings

★ new gems II k.mccabe x c.foord

you’d been looking forward to this day for ages. your mums had promised they’d take you to get your ears pierced as a special treat for being so well behaved during the international break, and you had been waiting for it since you hopped off the plane and drove back home.

even though you were still little, katie and caitlin had agreed that they were both okay with you getting your ears done. katie had decided herself that it was bound to happen at some point anyway and she'd rather give you the freedom rather than have you doing it on your own.

it had taken katie many years to reverse the effects of the stretchers she had gotten done without permission at about fifteen, and she didn't want you to make any kind of decision like that without telling caitlin and her first, so this was her way of building the trust before you became a teenager.

you’d spent the morning brushing your hair so that it would perfectly show off your new earrings, planning to have your hair tucked neatly behind your ears just like mummy had suggested when you had made the appointment the other morning. all week, you’d been counting down the days, your mums were lucky if you spoke about anything else.

when the day finally came, you could barely contain your excitement. you had raced down the stairs at the crack of dawn, waking up everyone in the house as you went to find your cat. if not for caitlin coming down to make katie a coffee, she's sure she would have been too grumpy at the loud wake up call to make any kind of conversation on the car trip there.

katie held your hand tightly as the three of you walked to the piercing shop, caitlin walking alongside, laughing at how you almost tripped over your own feet at the speed you tried to pull your mummy's hand. they were honestly surprised at how calm you were, they'd seen the video of stärnli getting her ears pierced and they knew that even at this age kids tended to cry when getting them done.

a few of the girls from arsenal had tagged along; steph, kyra and beth, meeting you at the coffee place next to the piercing studio when you arrived. beth had even brought her dog along and she told you that you could hold him when you went in.

"thank you auntie beth!" you smiled, reaching down to pat the small puppy as he wagged his tail excitedly. myle's soft fur felt warm under your hand, and you let out a giggle when he licked your hand. holding myle would definitely help take your mind off the pain and you were grateful beth had brought him with her.

as you stepped inside the shop, though, you could feel yourself starting to get a little nervous. the thought of getting your ears pierced sounded exciting until you realised it might actually hurt. you clung a bit tighter to katie, and she looked down with a soft smile, understanding instantly that you were not feeling so excited anymore.

“you doing alright, cheeky?” she asked gently, her thumb rubbing reassuring circles on the back of your hand. you gave her a small nod, trying to be brave, but the flutter of nerves in your stomach made it hard to stay smiling. “just a little pinch?” you said, forcing a smile. “nothing i can’t do.” you took a breath, looking back up at your mummy. “exactly,” katie replied, her hand brushing over your hair.

“you know, i was super nervous too when i got mine done,” she whispered, giving you a warm grin. “i even cried a little, but it was over so fast i didn't even notice.” her honesty made you feel a bit better.

knowing that your mum had felt the same way as you made you feel a little bit more confident, and hearing that she was okay afterward made it feel like something you could get through just the same.

kyra sat next to you, telling a story about when she’d gotten her ears pierced and had ended up with uneven earrings because she’d moved too much. her story made you giggle as you imagined trying to keep still so that you wouldn't end up like kyra.

when the piercer finally called you back, katie and caitlin came along, holding your hands as you walked to the chair, your fingers playing myle's fur as he sat comfortably on your lap.

you took a deep breath and walked inside, glancing back at your friends, who were all smiling and giving you encouraging thumbs ups. but the bright lights in the piercing room made everything feel a bit suffocating.

“so, which ones do you want to get today, darling?” the piercer asked you, passing you a chart that showed the different earrings you could get. looking over the different options, a pair of pink diamond studs caught your eye as you pointed to them for the lady. “these ones, please!” you replied, beaming up at her.

“great choice!” she said, marking the spots on your ears with a gentle marker. you couldn’t wait to see how they would look once they were all done.

the girls tried giving you all the comfort they could as your mum lifted you up onto the piercing table. katie brushed a strand of hair from your face, her eyes reassuring as she bent down to kiss the side of your face. “we’ll be right here the whole time,” she promised, “just look at me if you feel nervous, okay?”

you nodded, feeling a little calmer with your mummy being so close. katie always made you feel safe. your mum cracked a small joke about how now you’d be able to borrow her earrings, which made you giggle and forget your nerves for a moment.

“alright, sweetheart, here we go,” the piercer said with a kind smile, holding the piercing gun up to your ear. beforehand she had marked in blue pen where the earring were meant to go, but a small part of you was scared the lady was going to miss the marks.

your mum squeezed your hand gently, and you took a deep breath, focusing on her face. but as soon as you felt the pinch, a sharp pain shot through your ear. before you could fully process it, the first ear was done, and you let out a small gasp, feeling the sting shoot through your earlobe.

“ow,” you murmured, blinking back tears. it stung more than you’d expected, and tears quickly sprang to your eyes. before you knew it, the second ear was done too, and you were holding back little sobs as the lady held a a cool wipe to your ear.

instantly, your mums were there, rubbing your shoulder and gently wiping away your tears, katie's fingers gently running through your hair. “oh, sweetheart, you did so well,” she murmured softly, rocking you just a bit as she held you close.

“you’re braver than i was,” beth said, “i was in tears for way longer!” that made you giggle through the tears, her confession bringing a small smile to your face despite the sting that was still lingering on your ears.

you looked up at the mirror, tears now dry and your eyes widened as you admired your new earrings. they sparkled in the light, and you couldn’t help but smile at how shiny the new gems were. “look at you!” steph said, crouching down beside you with a big grin as she pointed them out in the reflection.

you turned your head from side to side, watching the way the earrings moved. “so shiny!” you exclaimed, reaching up to touch one gently. "baby, don't touch them because they might get infected." caitlin told you, bringing your hands down into her lap.

“but they’re so pretty!” you protested, pouting a little. “i know, sweetheart,” katie spoke, “but we need to make sure they heal properly first. you can look at them without touching for now, okay?”

as you sipped on your chocolate milkshake, the girls took turns showing you pictures of different earrings you could get, kyra getting told off when she showed you pictures of katie when she had many piercings as a teenager.

“look at this one!” kyra laughed, holding up the phone for you to see. “katie did you have a little rebel phase?” the blonde teased, shaking her phone in front of your mummy.

"no kyra, you pest stop it!" katie exclaimed, trying to grab the phone out of the aussie's hand before she gave you any ideas. “we’re not doing that! those piercings are not approved for cheeky!" she said, sliding kyra's phone across the table to steph who deleted the photo.

the milkshake worked like magic, distracting you from the pain. katie and caitlin kept smiling at you with such amusement as you kept looking back to the cafe window to look at your new earrings. they were a little sad that you were growing up so fast, caitlin almost had to stop her girlfriend who was so deep in thought as she watched you play with the filters on beth's phone.

“but you know what?” katie said, tickling your stomach as you jerked away. “you didn’t give up, even when it was scary. you're a very brave girl, cheeky.”

as you were finishing up, vic popped in to see your new earrings, having promised to meet up with you all. when she saw them, she clapped her hands and made a big fuss, telling you how brave she knew you’d been. the dutch girl saying she’d never seen anyone look so grown up, which only made you smile even more as your mums shook their heads.

caitlin held your hand, explaining about how now you had to take care of your earrings properly, and katie kept smiling down at you, promising you’d go shopping as soon as they healed and you could switch them out.

katie could tell you were about a minute away from falling asleep in her arms as you made your way home, it had been a long day for you. “you did so great today, sweetheart,” she whispered, your arms wrapped around her neck and caitlin hand in hers as you walked.

#woso #woso community #katie mccabe #caitlin foord #woso imagine #katie mccabe x caitlin foord #cheeky series #cheeky #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso blurbs

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mymindcreatedthis · 6 months ago

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Loser strips 2 18+

Reader x Rachel Daly x Millie Bright x Ella Toone x Leah Williamson x Lucy Bronze x Mary Earps

Word count: 5.7k

Warning: Smut, sexual tasks, rough sex, dirty talk, Daddy kink, Spit kink, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, pussy slapping, Clit teasing, squirting, spanking, R doming Players, Players Receiving, hair pulling, fingering, anal stuff. Positions: Standing Up, reverse cowgirl, on side, cowgirl, missionary, doggy.

*Y/n's pov*

Millie takes off her panties and tosses them off to the side. We all cheer and whistle, Millie giggles and blushes. "Shut up you dorks."

"Your turn to pick the next task." I say to Millie.

Millie smirks and looks at me. "Get on the bed and get on all fours." She says.

I blush darkly and do as she says. I get on the bed and get on all fours. "Last one to eat Y/n's ass looses their top and panties or the rest of their clothing." Millie says.

I moan as Mille spreads my ass cheeks and starts eating my ass. I moan in pleasure and push my ass back against her face. Millie reaches between my legs and strokes my dick as she eats my ass.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Millie licks my ass and stops, next up is Mary. I moan as Mary goes to town on my ass and eats my ass. Leah giggles and makes out with Ella distracting her as the rest of the girls take turns eating my ass.

Mary swaps with Leah, Leah starts to eat my ass like crazy, I moan and grip the sheets in pleasure. Mary picks up Ella and sexily pins her against the wall as she makes out with her.

Ella moans in the kiss as Mary slips her hand in Ella's panties and starts teasing Ella's clit with her fingers. The girls finish eating my ass. Ella was the last one to eat my ass.

"Mmm lose your bra and panties Tooney." Millie says.

Ella blushes darkly and takes off her panties and bra and tosses them off to the side. Ella picks the next task. "Last two to massage Mary's tits loses the rest of their clothing." Ella says.

I move behind Mary and slowly massage Mary's tits from behind. "Mmm fuck." Mary moans in pleasure, I smirk and stop. I hold Mary from behind as the girls take turns massaging Mary's tits.

Ella is 2nd, Leah is 3rd, Millie is 4th. Rachel and Lucy are the last two to massage Mary's tits. "Mmm lose those clothes sluts." I smirk and say seductively.

"Mmm yes daddy." They both say. Lucy helps Rachel take off her bra. Rachel helps Lucy take off her panties and bra. I whistle and check out their nude bodies.

"Leah." I say.

"Yes love?" Leah asks.

I smirk. "Come here and take off my shirt and bra."

Leah smiles and kisses me deeply as she takes off my shirt and bra. I smile and kiss her back and slip off her panties. Millie kisses Mary and slips off Mary's panties.

By now we've given up on the game, we were so turned on and really need a release. We stop the game and just decide to have sex now. Rachel grabs my hand and leads me to the bed, I smile and bite my lip as she pushes me back onto the bed.

"How much cum you got left?" Rachel asks.

"I got enough for you girls. Each of you girls wi get one Creampie." I say.

Rachel straddles me and lines my dick up with her entrance. She pushes my tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick. We both moan as she takes my length deep inside her.

"Mmm fuck, so tight and wet." I moan.

"Fuck. You feel so big inside me." Rachel moans.

Rachel takes a moment to adjust to my size. She places her hands on my boobs and massages my boobs as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. I moan and place my hands on her hips, Rachel moans in pleasure as massages my boobs roughly as she slides up and down on my dick a bit faster.

"Mmm fuck." I moan. Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. I moan and spank Rachel's ass, Rachel moans in pleasure as I spank her ass. Rachel moans and slides up and down on my dick faster.

"Mmm f-fuck." I moan in pleasure.

"Gah you feel so good inside me stretching me out." Rachel moans out in pleasure. I moan as Rachel slides up and down on my dick faster and faster than before. Rachel leans down and kisses me. We both moan in the kiss as she continues to ride my dick.

I massage her tits roughly as she continues to ride my dick. "Mmm such a good girl." I moan.

Rachel smiles and moans. She moans loudly in pleasure and squirts on my dick, lap and on the sheets. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm Rachel, baby I'm close." I moan.

"Me too." Rachel moans.

After another 5 minutes of her riding me, I moan loudly as I feel my balls tighten. "Rachel... baby I'm gon-" I'm unable to warn her in time.

Rachel's Creampie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Rachel moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as thick cum oozes and spurts inside her and paint her walls white.

I help Rachel ride out her high. The last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her. "Mmm fuck, there's so much cum." Rachel cutely moans.

Once we both come down from our highs Rachel slowly slides off my dick. Thick cum glazes her folds, cum drips down her folds and thighs and drips onto my abs, lap, dick and on the sheets.

Rachel lays on the bed next to me and moans as cum continues to ooze out of her. She lays there panting trying to catch her breath. Millie smirks and lays on the bed between her best friend's legs.

*Rachel's pov*

I smirk and bite my lip as Mills lays between my legs. I moan as Mills swipes a finger up my folds collecting some of Y/n's cum on her finger, I moan as she does this.

"Mmm fuck Mills." I moan.

Millie smirks and licks Y/n's cum off her finger, I moan and watch as she does this. "Mmm daddy's cum tastes really good." Millie says.

Y/n blushes darkly at her comment as she hovers over Lucy and slides her dick inside Lucy. Lucy moan as she takes Y/n's length deep inside her.

Millie smirks and licks Y/n's cum off my thighs, I bit my lip and get super wet as I watch Mills lick Y/n's cum off my thighs.

I moans and run my fingers through her hair as she licks Y/n's cum off my folds. "Mmm fuck." I moan. Millie slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she begins to eat me out.

I moan in pleasure as Millie fingers me and eats me out. "Fuck....Fuck Mills." I moan, I rest my legs on her shoulders and wrap my thighs around her head.

I moan and slowly grind against her face and fingers desperate for a release.

*Millie's pov*

Fucking hell Rachel's pussy tasted like heaving with Y/n's cum in it. Rach moans and Cutely grinds against my face desperate for a release. I slip in a second finger and curl my fingers and finger her faster as I continue to eat her out.

Rachel cutely grips the sheets. I roll my tongue on her clit adding different amounts of pressure. I suck harshly on her clit Rachel gasps and moans as I do this.

"Oh fuck Mills, just like that. I'm close." Rachel moans.

I stop eating her out. I smirk and finger her faster, I curl my fingers and rub her clit with my thumb. "Cum baby. Let go and cum." I say.

Rachel moan me and massages her boobs roughly as she grinds against my fingers. Rachel moans and cums all over my fingers and hand, I smirk. "Good girl." I say.

I help Rachel ride out her high. Rachel shutter as I play with her sensitive clit, her legs shake and buckle in pleasure. I lick and clean up her sticky mess, Rachel moans in pleasure as I do this.

I take my fingers out of her, I lick and suck her juices and Y/n's cum off my fingers. I come back up and kiss her deeply. Rachel moans in the kiss as she tastes herself and Y/n's cum on her lips.

"Wow you weren't kidding Y/n's cum tastes amazing." Rachel says.

I giggle at her comment and kiss her lovingly and deeply. Rachel kisses back, we lay there on the bed just making out.

*Y/n's pov*

I hover over Lucy, I rub my tip through Lucy's folds. Lucy moans as I do this. "Mmm Y/n don't tease, just put it in." Lucy moans.

I smirk and giggle at her comment. I slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. Lucy moans as she takes all 11 inches inside her.

"Mmm fuck, you're really deep in there." Lucy moans.

"Mmm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Lucy takes a moment to adjust to my size. I move her shit to the side, I lean down and kiss her neck. "Tell me when to move baby." I say.

"M-Move." Lucy moans.

I kiss her neck and slowly thrust in and out of her. Lucy moans and grips the sheets as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Gah fuck. Right there." Lucy moans.

I moan and thrust into her a bit faster my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan abs go faster and faster.

"F-Fuck it feels so good." Lucy cries out in pleasure.

"Fuck bronze, ugh you have amazing grip." I moan.

"Faster....Fill....Me....Up." Lucy squeaks out with each thrust.

I thrust into her faster and harder. "Fuck yes! Y/n right there. Right there!" Lucy shouts in pleasure as I continue to pound her pussy.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "L-Lucy baby I'm close." I moan.

"Yes baby, fill me up." Lucy moans.

I grab Lucy's hairs and pull it. Lucy moans and gasps as I pull her hair. I smirk, I tilt her back. I slap her cheek and gently choke her. I spit on her face and in her mouth. Lucy moans as I spit on her face and in her mouth.

Lucy moans and swallows my spit. "Fucking hell that was sexy to watch." Ella and Leah say as they touch themselves, I smirk as I see them touching themselves.

I moan loudly in pleasure and continue to bottom out in her pussy from behind. "Gah fuck baby, you have amazing grip. I don't think I can last much longer." I moan.

Lucy giggles and moans. "Let go baby. You've earned this, relax and cum. You deserve a release." Lucy moans.

I moan in pleasure, I place kisses on her back. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming my breathing gets heavier letting Lucy and the girls know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Lucy moans.

"Cum in her."

"Fill that slut up with your seed."

"Make her your cum dumpster." The girls moan as they watch me fuck Lucy and touch them.

I moan as I feel my balls tighten, Lucy moans and cums all over my dick. Lucy cumming sends me over the edge.

*Lucy's Creampie*

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Lucy moans and cums on my dick. Lucy gasps and moans as thick cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I moan and slowly thrust in and out of her as the last of my cum spurts and oozes inside her. I moan and come down from my high, and slowly pull out of her.

Cum glazes her folds, Lucy moans as my cum oozes out of her. Cum drips down her thigh and onto the sheets. I smirk and squeeze Bronzes ass. Lucy lays there on the bed panting and trying to catch her breath. She moans as my cum continues to drip down her fold and ass and oozes onto the bed.

"Ugh fuck." I moan. I smirk and watch as Millie and Rachel flip Lucy over. They pin Lucy to the bed and tag team Lucy eating out her cum filled pussy. Lucy's legs shake and buckle in pleasure.

"Gah fuck." Lucy moans.

Lucy cutely moans and grips the sheets. I smirks and look over at Mary. "Come here baby girl."

Mary giggles and lays down on the bed. I smirk and join Mary on the bed, I lay her down and make out with her. Mary places her hands on my ass and squeezes my ass.

I moan in the kiss as she squeezes my ass. I break the kiss, I kiss and suck on her neck leaving hickys, Mary moans in pleasure as I find her sweet spot.

"Mmm fuck Y/n." Mary moans.

I kiss from her neck down to her chest, I kiss and suck on her boobs leaving hickys. Mary loans in pleasure as I do this. I kiss from her boobs down to her stomach/ abs leaving hickys. I lick her abs as I leave hickys.

"God you are so fucking beautiful." I say.

Mary giggles. "Mmm thank you. So are you."

I kiss from her abs down to her pussy, I lick her folds. Mary moans as I do this, Mary rests her legs on my shoulders. I kiss and suck on her inner thighs.

"Y/n baby, please I need you." Mary begs.

She grabs my head and pushes my head to where she needs me the most. I lick her clit, Mary moans as I do this. I spit on her pussy, I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I begin to eat her out.

"Mmm fuck." Mary moans in pleasure.

*Mary's pov*

I moan in pleasure and massage my tits roughly as Y/n rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure and fingers me faster. I moan and rest my legs on her shoulders and wrap my thighs around her head.

Y/n spots in my pussy more and continues to go to town on my pussy. I gasp and moan as Y/n slips in a second finger, she curls her fingers and fingers me faster. I moan in pleasure as the urge to cum gets stronger.

"Mmm Y/n I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n fingers me faster and confines to eat me out. I moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit and sucks harshly on my clit. "Holy shit! Fuck Y/n." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n continues to go to town on my pussy. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. Y/n continues to eat me out and finger me.

I can't take it anymore, I let go and cum all over Y/n face, in her mouth and on her fingers. Y/n helps me ride out my high. Y/n licks and cleans up my sticky mess, Y/n pulls her fingers out of me.

I moan and watch as she licks and sucks my juices off her fingers and wipes my juices off her face. Y/n comes back up and kisses me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself in her lips.

"Mmm you taste amazing baby." Y/n smirks.

I blush darkly at her comment. "Fuck you really know how to eat out a girl." I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath.

The girls giggle at me as I lay there panting and trying to catch my breath.

*Y/n's pov*

I smile, I let Mary catch her breath I pick her up off the bed. Mary giggles as I pick her up, I push my tip in her and slowly sink her down on my dick. We both moan as she takes my length deep inside her.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." Mary moans.

I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes. "So wet and warm." I moan. "I'm gonna destroy your pussy baby girl." I moan.

"Mmm y-yeah daddy?" Mary Asks.

"Yeah babe, I'm gonna unload my massive seed inside you." I moan as I slowly slide her up and down on my dick.

"Mmm please daddy, please give me your load." Mary moans.

"Mmm fuck." I moan as I move her up and down on my dick faster abs faster. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already close to cumming.

Mary moans as I move her up and down on my dick faster and harder than before. "Mmm so fucking good. I don't think I can last much longer baby. Ugh you have amazing grip." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm yes cum in me." Mary moans.

"Yeah you a slut for daddy's cum? You want daddy's cum in your slut pussy?" I ask seductively as I slide her up and down on my dick faster and harder than before.

The only sounds in the room were my balls slapping against Mary's skin, our moans and the other girls moans.

"Mmm fuck daddy I'm close. Ahh I'm squirting, I'm squirting." Mary moans.

I feel her legs shake and buckle against me as she squirts all over my dick, thighs and all over the ground. "Let go baby, cum for daddy." I say seductively.

*Marys pov*

Holy fuck this felt amazing. Y/n was balls deep inside me. God I was so close to cumming and it's only been 10 minutes.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n whispers and nips my ear.

Her words make me weak, she was so sexy when she was a Dom. She's really deep in there, she feels so fucking good balls deep inside me. I moan in pleasure as my walls clench around her, I was close to cumming.

I moan and throw my head back. I close my eyes, I can't take it anymore and cum all over her dick. Some of my cum drips down Y/n's dick. Me cumming sends Y/n over the edge. Y/n moans in pleasure and busts her load deep inside me.

I gasp and moan as she fills me up with her load. "Oh my g-god." I moan as she shoots thick ropes of stick cum inside me painting my walls white.

I smile and sigh in pleasure as I feel her warm juices oozing inside me. Y/n cutely moans and nips my ear, fuck she was still unloading her massive seed inside me. "Mmm fuck give me every drop of your seed." I moan and dig my nails into her back.

She moans and comes down from her high the last of her cum spurting and oozing inside me. "Mmm fuck there's so much cum." I moan in pleasure.

*Y/n's pov*

*Marys creampie*

I feel Mary cum all over my dick. Her cumming sends me over the edge. I moan and bust my load deep inside her pussy, we both moan as I stuff her with my seed.

Mary moans and throws her head back. She closes her eyes and moans as I fill her up with my seed. "Mmm fuck give me every drop of your seed." Mary moans as she digs her nails into my back.

We both moan as I continue to unload my massive seed deep inside her pussy. I moan in pleasure, Mary moans and looks into my eyes.

"Mmm such a good cum slut." I moan.

Mary giggles. "Mmm yes, fuck that was amazing." She moans.

We both moan as I help her slide off my dick, I lay her on the bed.

I look at Leah and smirk, I motion her over with my finger. I smirk and kiss her, Leah smiles and kisses back. "Lay on the bed baby." I say.

Leah smiles and lays on the bed. I smile and lay with her, Leah spreads her legs giving me access to her wet pussy. Leah scoots her ass back against me and lifts her leg up a bit.

I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. Leah moans as she takes my dick deep inside her.

"Mmm so tight and wet." I moan in pleasure.

"Mm you're really deep in there." Leah moans.

*Leah's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her throbbing inside me she really needed a release. I moan and rest my head against hers, I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me.

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so cute and sexy. Her cute moans as she thrusts into me faster than before. I moan In pleasure, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster and harder.

I moan loudly in pleasure. "Fuck daddy, right there right there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?" She questions as she goes faster and harder than before.

"Mmm I love it." I moan In pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. She was so sexy when she was a Dom, fuck her being Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in addition leagues as my walls clench around her. It's only been 20 minutes and I was already about to cum. "Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm so close, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving a few hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan. I squirt all over her abs, dick and all over the sheets.

Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to pound my g spot. Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck, so tight." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I wrap my arms around her. I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy. I moan and kiss her deeply, we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game.

Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder than before. My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was super hard and really needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot coming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby in close." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench spring her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So fucking bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brain out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick. Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me. "Mmm F-Fuck." Y/n Cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closed to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming. "Mm F-Fuck." I moan.

Leah giggles and moans. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Leah moans loudly in pleasure.

*Leah's creampie*

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Leah moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her painting her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Leah moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Leah ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes into the bed.

We both moan and lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you can really make a girl cum." Leah pants out.

I giggle at her comment and kiss her. "Mmm so can you." I say.

Leah lays in the bed and moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her and onto the bed. Rachel and Mary gang up on Leah and eat out her cum filled pussy and clean up my sticky mess. Leah moans as they eat her out and clean up my cum.

Next up was Ella. Ella gets on the bed and gets on all fours. I smirk and join her on the bed and move behind her. "Come on daddy. We aren't done just yet." Ella says.

I slap her ass, Ella moans and jumps as I slap her ass. "Mmm yes I love when you spank my ass." Ella moans.

She moans as I spank her ass again. I smirk and rub my tip through her soaking folds. "Such a good girl." I moan as I slide my dick inside her tight wet pussy.

We both moan, I place one hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand, I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

I moan and thrust into her faster and faster. "Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck." Ella squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Ella moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick inside me stretching me out." Ella moans.

Ella moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her tight wet pussy from behind faster and faster as I pull her hair. I pull her close to me, we both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her.

Shit this is so good, I'm balls deep inside her. "Shit I don't think I'll last long babe. Ugh you have amazing grip." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Ella giggles and moans throwing her add back against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out. "I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me. Huh?" Ella moans and teases me.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven. "Mm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh fuck, me too." Ella moans.

I moan loudly in pleasure my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in pleasure as her walls clench around my dick. Ella throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster.

Fuck she's really gonna make me cum. "Ahh Ella baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Ella moans and slides back and forth on my dick faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. Ella screams in pleasure and squirts an over my dick, and on the bed and sheets.

"Baby I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that familiar feeling in my balls as Ella continues sliding back and forth on my dick.

*Ella's Creampie*

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Ella moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her painting her walls white.

"Mmm fuck. I feel so full." Ella moans.

I smirk, I help Ella ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glass her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Ella moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kiss her ass. Ella lays on the bed and moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her and onto the bed.

Next up is Millie, Millie smirks. She bites her lip and gets on all fours in the middle of the bed. I had a different plan in mind.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her back with me, I lay her on top of me. Her back was against my tits, I spread her legs with mine. I smirk as she's now in reverse cowgirl.

Millie moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. "Mmm fuck." She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this.

"Put it in, put it in." Millie cutely begs.

"Mmm yeah baby? You want daddy's dick inside you?" I ask teasing her.

"Mmm fuck please daddy. I've been a good girl, I want your dick and cum inside me." Millie says begging for my dick.

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick inside her, Millie moans as she takes my 11 inches deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. Millie moans and leans back against me, I place my hands on her hips. I spread her legs a bit more and slowly thrust up into her.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Just like that." Millie moans.

I moan and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so wet and warm.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. Millie screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each others. "Feels so good. Don't you dare fucking stop. We aren't stopping until you give me every last drop of your cum." Millie moans.

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You want daddy's cum. Such a naughty girl."

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. "Fuck I'm gonna squirt." Millie screams in pleasure.

I smirk, I slap her pussy and tease her clit. Millie moans and shudders as I do this, Millie moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan as I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder than before. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "M-Millie baby I'm close." I moan.

"Me too, don't stop don't stop." Millie moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit, with my thumb at a fast pace. My breathing gets heavier letting Millie know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Millie moans.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar feeling in my balls.

*Millie's creampie*

I can't take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her pussy. Millie moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into Millie. I help Millie ride out her high, the last of my cum oozing and spurting inside her. I slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Thick cum immediately pours out of her, cum coats her folds, and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

"Mmm fuck there's so much. I feel so full with your cum inside me." Millie moans.

I smirk. "Mmm I filled you to the brim babe." I say rubbing her sensitive clit.

Millie moans and shudders as I do this. "F-Fuck."

We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breath. The other girls move the night stand out of the way and pushes the two bed together. They join us in bed and we all cuddle. We pull the covers over us, the girls sleep but I was still awake.

Fuck, I can't believe I just did that. That was amazing, I look at the time.

4:00 am

I smile and cuddle both Millie and Ella, I kiss them Millie and Ella smile in their sleep and cuddle with me. I hold them close to me as we all fall asleep naked and just cuddling with each other.

I'm sure the other girls heard it. I'm sure we will probably get questioned about it tomorrow but fuck it. It was totally worth it.

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