#I wanna crawl under a rock now help
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meliohy · 7 months ago
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I never sprained an ankle so when I saw that my ankle was big and red today I assumed it was sprained and told everyone at work that I sprained my ankle :(
Well, turns out it's not sprained and was just a bug bite
Should I change my identity and move to Switzerland or use my acting skills to pretend it was a small sprain that fixed itself in one night
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glitchfiles · 8 months ago
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jeno fucking a dumb sensitive overly submissive reader?
a/n: sorry to the anon that sent this months ago... but, ig i'm officially back now :D
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by the time jeno decides to slide his fingers out of your poor sopping cunt, you can barely tell where or when you are anymore. you sit and twitch in his lap, basking in the numbing daze of being fingerfucked through a countless number of orgasms. his arms wrap around your body bringing your back flush against him, his erection presses firmly against your ass.
"baby...” he whispers lustily into your ear.
"jen- i-i just-" you've barely caught your breath and your legs are still shaking.
"don't tell me you've had enough, i haven't even cum yet." he pouts while rocking his hips against you to emphasise his desperation. "lemme keep making you feel good." his mouth grazes your shoulder as his hands skim down your tummy to push your thighs apart.
"you don't want me to stop, do you?" it sounds more like he's telling you than a question. of course, he knows what your body wants better than you; there's no way you can deny him. 
jeno wastes no time rearranging your tired limbs, laying you on your back. he crawls over you eclipsing and caging you with his muscular form, a darkness akin to that of a starved beast ready to descend swirling behind his sparkly brown eyes. your entire body jumps in surprise as you feel his hard cock brush against your puffy folds.
"sure you can take it?" he chuckles, reaching a hand down to take hold of his girth and slap it down against your swollen clit - a feeling you can't help but mewl at.
"please, jeno, please! i want- i need your cock." tears begin to prick your eyes. the empty feeling between your legs begins to gnaw at your sanity. 
how can he deny you when you beg so, so well? you bite back a whine as he buries his swollen tip into your slit. a sensation so searingly pleasurable begins to spread through your body as he sinks into you. 
"oh my f- jeno!" you shriek, the stretch becoming more overwhelming with each inch. "it's so, i- you're so-"
"it's okay," he coos out as your clumsy hands rush to claw at the sheets. "i know baby, you’re still sensitive, but you’re gonna be good and take it all, m’kay."
this was the part jeno loved. his eyes don't leave your face for a second as he bullies the rest of his cock into you. your eyes gloss over and your mouth lolls open, the feeling of being filled so well was just too much for your poor, dumb brain to handle.
your sensitivity seemly becomes contagious, as he takes a moment to revel in your warmth; your walls grip and suck around him, even though you swore you couldn't take it a couple of minutes ago.
he takes hold of your waist pulling out to sharply thrust back in forcing a hiccup out of you. the meek sounds turn into garbled moans about how good it feels as he picks up the pace, each thrust sending you further into hysteria. 
"takin' me so fucking well." he strains, “my perfect, dumb little fuckdoll.”
his heart swells as tears begin to spill from your eyes but it's overpowered by the need to ruin you further. as you sob, he clutches your jaw and kisses you tenderly while bucking into you viciously. your cunt convulses around him so enticingly, your legs spread further under the influence of his strong hand so easily, 
"shit, not gonna last long, baby, feel too good." you can barely even process what he’s saying any more. all you can do is take him and feverishly shudder at the feeling of your silky walls being stretched to their limit.  
jeno just barely makes out the word ‘inside’ between the jumble of sounds coming out of your mouth.
"cum for me first, yeah?" jeno can feel his balls tightening, your heat gripping him dizzyingly tight, begging to be pumped full. "wanna see you make a mess all over my cock."
jeno's thumb rubs down on your clit in rapid circles as his thrusts start getting choppy. his moans getting whinier by the second. 
a burst of power seems to shoot through him as he lifts your hips higher angling himself to perfectly hit your spot. you let out a shrill before releasing; making a bigger mess than either of you expected as you squirt all over his abdomen.
“good girl, messy fucking slut,” the sound of your skin slapping together becomes overwhelmingly wet. all the stimuli push jeno over the edge; his nails dig into your hips, pushing the both of you to your limit to hit your deepest spots. 
“gonna- take it all for me, i’m- fuck!” he lets out an almost pained groan as he pumps thick, hot spurts of cum deep inside of you. eyes rolling back as his mouth hangs open. 
jeno just barely catches himself before smooshing you under his weight. you’re still trembling and gasping at the aftershocks of it all as he rests his forehead against your own. his breath fans over your face before he connects his lips with yours passionately, turning into somewhat of a doting puppy now his carnal desires have been satiated.
“okay? too much?” he breathes out, sweetly dotting kisses all over your face.
“‘m okay,” you slur, eyes barely staying open. he had drained all the energy out of you; you’re surprised you’re even still conscious.
“did so well for me,” he plants one last peck on your lips, “think that might have been the hardest i’ve ever cum, thank you.”
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pepperyduck · 5 months ago
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dirty little secret - kento nanami
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warnings: nsfw (18+ mdni!), fashion designer nanami x model reader, kind of...bad? themes, idk how to describe it, cockwarming, female reader + descriptions of female anatomy, p in v, basically descriptions of someone "fucking their way to the top" if you will.
notes: hey! *posts this and runs away* (not tagging anyone in this cuz idk if u guys wanna see the nsfw stuff)
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the world of modeling came naturally to you.
runways were your area of expertise — watching you walk was an experience that permanently engrained itself into someone’s mind. effortlessly, you made the clothes look exceptional, no matter the cut or color — you made it all look simply glamorous. your face covered magazines across the globe, you made a ravishing appearance in every fashion week in every country.
you had your youth and your beauty and your fame; but more importantly you had him — kento nanami, world renowned fashion designer. he was known for his bold, out-of-the-box ideas, while bringing them to life in a beautiful, elegant manner. and you were his prized doll, making sure you were always front and center in all the collections he produced; you were his star.
mister nanami had taken you under his wing when you were just a random pretty face and tailored you into being one of the most sought-after girls in the fashion industry. he made sure everyone fell in love with you, just as much as he had fallen in love with you.
kento had his girls, his models and everyone that would come in and out of his brand — but you were the girl. but it all came with a price, of course, one you enthusiastically paid.
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“now, i have to ask,” the reporter starts off, “rumors have made their way to the station, everyone wants to know: are you and kento nanami dating?” the reporter smiles big, a smile coated with malice as if she had you backed into a corner.
you furrow your eyebrows at the question, making her seem ridiculous for even asking such a thing. “mister nanami is my agent and the both of us just don’t feel that way towards one another. it’s insane how much these rumors get out of hand.” your reply is proper and ultimately sparing you of any more interrogation on the subject.
rumors die down after your response, something about your charm made all the fans in the fashion world believe you. but if they knew what was going on behind the closed doors of those presidential suites nanami bought for you, they’d consider it downright disgusting.
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“you did so well tonight, dear,” nanami coos as he runs his fingertips up and down your thighs, “you looked just unbelievable out there. i’m so proud of you.” his eyes gaze over your figure, straddling him on the bed as he laid underneath you, body clad in a lace nightie – one he designed just for you, of course.
“thank you, kento,” you reply, goosebumps crawling under your skin at his soft touch.
he had kept such a spotless reputation in the media as the perfect businessman, allowing himself to be so intimate and carefree with you made you feel so lucky. you had risen to stardom because of him, and he was so happy to help you along the way.
you balance yourself on your palms, leaning down to give nanami a light peck on the lips, allowing yourself to become wrapped in his warmth. under the pretty little couture nightgown, nothing was separating the two of you, with kento having inserted himself inside of you multiple minutes ago, forcing your hips down on him to feel every motion you made.
hissing at the feeling when you lean down, nanami gives a light smile, so very pleased with how sensitive and tight you remained for him. he never got tired of the way you felt, always struggling to take him all the way, and the whines you made complaining how he was “too big” were always music to his ears.
“move…please…” you plead, rocking your hips the teeniest bit into kento, whimpering when his fingers stop on the flesh and hold you in place strictly.
“ah, you have an interview tomorrow, darling,” he refuses your advances, taking one of the hands that made him famous to dip down between your legs and rub your stiffened clit, “we can’t have you struggling to walk there, now, can we?”
“no…no,” you disappointedly mutter, sitting back up straight, hands still pressed against kento’s abdomen. you drop your head to look down, the area that connected you and kento hidden by pretty pattern of satin and lace of your favorite color. you could see his arm coming out from beneath the fabric, thumb slowly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves underneath, large hand out of view due to the nightgown.
kento adored the power he held over you at times like this, he loved denying your wishes, as you had gotten used to getting almost anything you wanted. secretly, he much preferred torturing you this way, forcing his most prized possession to become putty in his hands.
your slickened walls tighten around him at the ministrations of his finger, causing nanami to release a quiet groan as you bite your bottom lip to conceal any noises of your own. his tip gently kisses the deepest parts of you, feeling him effortlessly hit the sweet spot that he showed you.
nanami’s eyes watch you like a hawk, observing every little twitch and feeling every little spasm you give. your eyes flash up to his face, almost embarrassed to linger too long, seeing him with a proud stare and slightly opened jaw. when you look back away, his thumb becomes just the smallest bit faster, the new pace making you squeeze his length once again.
from the sensitivity kento caused and the pure sexiness of the man below you, you already begin to feel the little knot in your abdomen begin to swell up, you lightly buck your hips to meet his thumb.
“stop moving,” he commands, fingertips boring harsher into your hips. his grip doesn’t give up when you comply, his finger only moves faster – you don’t dare to move, no matter how many signals your body gives you to do so. you remain static, the only parts of you moving being your insides fluttering around kento’s girth while he continues to assault your clit.
nanami pulls your hips even more flush against his, only leaving space for his hand to move in cruel circles. your fingers curl into his soft blue button-up, the sensation in your core becoming tighter, inching closer and closer to the edge. it builds and builds as you stare directly where your hands are knotted into kento’s shirt, teeth sinking into your lip even harder – you’re sure you’re probably bleeding at this point.
“c-close…kento, so close – mmph,” you lightly cry, words becoming nothing more than an almost inaudible whisper, clenching the fabric in your hands tighter. nanami can detect how close you are, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that he had all the control over.
“aww,” he coos, “go on then, darling.” his thumb speeds up but a rhythm more, beckoning you to the verge of cumming, feeling you clenching impossibly tighter around him.
easily, the knot in your abdomen releases, making you squeeze your eyes shut and drop your mouth open, a string of curses leaving your pretty lips. your hips stutter against nanami, you can’t stop yourself as you ride out the orgasm he so perfectly induced. it takes you many seconds to come down, blinking away tears when you open your eyes again to look at kento.
you fall against his chest, legs still straddling him as your chest heaves from your previous state. nanami removes his hand from your core, bringing it to your hip as he coerces himself out of you. the cold air hits his arousal-coated length, but he pulls a soft blanket over the both of you, the warmth from both of your bodies getting trapped under the covers. he continues to pet your hair softly, pushing you to exhaustedly doze off.
 oh, how he hates that he has to keep this dirty little secret away from the world.
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billsbabydoll · 18 days ago
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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝.
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-contains:SMUT!
-summary:continuation of “convince me”.
-WARNINGS:switch!reader, switch!tom, slight choking, roughish sex, dirty talk.
“alright that’s it.” tom annoyedly replied.
he rolled his eyes angrily at you before swiftly flipping you over, his arm now tightly wrapped around your neck, his free hand giving your ass a few quick slaps.
“if you wanna play that game so can i y’know.” he added.
you laid there quietly, trying to see how much more you could play this little game too, but it didn’t seem to take much longer for him to give in and snap…
he loudly huffed as he basically ripped apart the only thing keeping your walls away from his needy cock, he then took his member into his hands and proceeded to stretch you out inch by inch.
“oh goddd!” you lightly yelped, your eyes squeezing shut as he finished fully inserting himself inside your delicate cunt.
“sensitive are you darlin’ ?
just wait till im done with you.”
he began to deliciously thrust into you, the sound of your skin clapping against his beginning to become audible, his tip hitting your cervix with every couple pumps.
tom lowers his head, his lips peppering soft kisses upon your shoulder and neck, the familiar melody of his groans graciously flowing into your ears drums.
“ughh all mine, all mine, all fucking mine!”
every single time he felt your pussy clench around him, he couldn’t help but lose himself in the sensation. your body was his biggest weakness, almost as if you were perfectly curated in the heavens above, just for him.
you murmur several dirty swears under your breath, struggling to even breathe in his tight grasp.
“mmharderr!”
“like that?!”
“uh-huh just like that!”
to your command tom continued pounding his girth deeper and deeper inside your slick sex, he adored the mere sound you pleading and begging for more of him, a certain cry he never gets old of soothing.
the head frame rocked back and forth in sync with his pace, the room felt hot and musky, but the minutes flew by like a seconds and soon a special wave crashed upon you both.
“m’gonna cum ohh!” he growled.
“cmon baby, ugh-cum with me!” you whined back.
releasing his arm from around your neck his hands soon found their place onto your irritated skin, his fingers crawling into your flesh deep that your sure to be left with scars.
his pounding coming to a sudden halt, you feel his hot load shoot down your warm insides, the feeling sending you immediately into a state that has you seeing blank.
“again?”
“yeah again.”
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part #1
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gorgeys · 6 months ago
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riding maeve's hero suit...
she's lying on the bed in her full costume, minus the boots, after just having returned from a long day of dealing with vought and few nasty criminals. now, she finally gets the chance to relax with a joint between her teeth and her hands comfortably behind her head as she intently watches you make a show of sliding your shorts down your hips.  a smirk plays on her lips as her eyes ravage your body, now only dressed in your panties.
then you're on your hands and knees, crawling from the foot of the bed all the way up to your girlfriend.  she pats her bare thigh, signaling where she wants you, and you can't deny her.  it's only a few moments before your straddling her stomach, the cold metal armor of the suit sending waves of pleasure through your core.
she takes the joint between her fingers on one hand while the other trails from your knee, up your thigh, and finally finds its usual place on your hip.  smoke pours from her nose and the slight opening of her mouth.
"been waiting so long for you, baby" she says, licking her lips.  "show me what you can do."
you certainly don't need to be told twice as you lean forward and roughly press your lips against hers.  one of your hands grabs her chin, steadying the intense kiss, while the other clutches onto her bare shoulder, steadying yourself as you grind your cunt harshly into the metal.
"missed you, maeve," you whisper against her lips, rolling your hips against her once more.
she carelessly drops the joint on the nightstand so she can grab your body with both hands.  her hands loosely decorate your skin, not helping you create any friction, so you're left to languidly drag your pussy against her suit in a slow, agonizing pattern.  you leave maeve's lips and sit upright again.
she's always loved watching you.  she watches you arch your back to hit just the right spot.  she watches you lull your head back and grip her shoulder tighter.  she watches your desperate face that's practically screaming for more pressure.  she watches as your eyes never leave hers.
"fuck," she whispers, perfectly content to stay like this forever.  her hands move back to squeeze handfuls of your ass.  "don't need these, do we?" she says, a finger sneaking below the waistband of your panties.  she waits for you to shake your head before she tears them in two with the slightest tug of a single finger.  perks of dating the world's strongest woman.
she pulls the panties out from under you and tosses them aside.  she looks down to where your cunt meets her stomach and she audibly moans when she can see the wetness leak out of you and onto her suit.  you moan at the feeling of the cold metal against your bare clit and make an extra effort to press your pussy harder and faster against it.  that only lasts for a few seconds.
"easy, tiger," she says, suddenly applying an iron grip on your hips, instantly halting your movements.  after a moment, she guides you to start riding again at a slower pace, except this time she assists you by pressing your body harshly into her, eliciting a louder moan from your lips.  she watches your breasts bounce with each push and pull.  "that's it."
your hips keep rolling but she controls the pace and pressure, ensuring that you're whining incessantly for her to let you fuck yourself faster.  your pleads do nothing to help the situation, only leaving her more satisfied with herself.
it's only when you reach back under her skirt with one hand, pushing her panties aside and sloppily rubbing her clit in time with your movements that she falters, allowing your name and a string of curse words to fall from her lips.
"come on, maeve.  wanna make a mess on you," you say, your fingers trailing down her chest, lingering in between her breasts, before finding their way to her breastplate.  "if i come, then you can come too."
her grip on you tightens as she rocks you a little faster, noticing the way you groan and the way your fingers speed up on her clit.
"yes, right there," you moan with your head thrown back.  it encourages her to replicate the last stroke, using her big hands to move you like you're just her limp doll.  which you are.
she wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you down toward her.  you drop onto your forearms, placed on either side of her head, and kiss her once more.  it's so messy with saliva dripping everywhere as you moan into each other's mouths, but she wouldn't want it any other way.
your hips involuntarily buck against her before she feels your legs tighten around her stomach and your grip on her suit grow stronger.
"you gonna come so fast?" she asks while forcefully rutting your hips against her suit even faster than before.
you can only nod as you try to focus on rubbing maeve's clit in tight circles, which has her teetering on the edge.
"wanna walk around and smell your pussy on me wherever i go," she whispers in your ear.  "come all over me, baby."
those words do it for you and your suddenly spasming around her, clawing onto every part of her that you can grab as loud, ungodly moans of her name rush out of you.  you arch your back at an impossible angle, squeezing your eyes shut while maeve watches the cum leak out of you.
that sight finally allows her to come on your fingers a moment later.  she groans loudly and grabs onto your hips so hard that her nails nearly break your skin and you can already feel the bruises forming.  it's not as bad as that time when you first start dating that she fractured your wrist when she came.  she's learned to control her strength better since then.
"god, you really did make a fucking mess," she says, punctuated with a laugh, after you've both come down from your highs, though you're still panting like a dog in heat.  she strokes your cheek with the backside of her hand.  "now get on your knees and lick it off of me."
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yinyuedijun · 15 days ago
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since it is on the brain tonight. have one of my favourite (very very long) scenes of desire path backstory (happened in both versions of the fic, og and current)
(tw implied child abuse and incest)
background: you've just been adopted into the itoshi household and have had a really hard time opening up. sae hears you crying in your bedroom every night. here, he finally decides to try and help you. you're about 6 here, sae is 8.
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Still, you had your bad nights. Progress has never been linear with you, not now and not back then. Sae recalls one midnight where you had a crying fit that disintegrated into a violent string of coughs, each one so powerful that it made him wince.
He wondered how the whole house wasn't awake, listening to your pain. Rin always slept like a rock—Sae could see him snoring away in the other bed, so it made sense that he wasn't bothered—but surely their parents were hearing this? But then he decided not to linger on it for too long.
It didn't matter since he was going to help you anyway.
He ended up knocking on your door with a glass of water. Almost immediately, all the shifting in your room stopped, almost like you were trying to silence yourself. But Sae could hear the coughs being torn violently from your throat, even though they now sounded strained and muffled.
"Hey," he called out softly. "It's me. Are you awake?"
Silence. Sae knew to give it a moment before he tried again.
"Can I come in?"
If it had been anyone other than you, you told Sae years later, your fingers running lazily through his hair, lifting the bangs out of his face, I wouldn't have said anything. I'd have pretended to be sleeping. But I let you in because it was you. You squeezed his hand, then, and your eyes were close—so close, heavy on his own and weighed down by the vulpine flick of your eyeliner, by the mascara sooty and thick on neatly curled lashes, by your childhood shadows. Your strawberry gloss shone next to his lips, and your heated and tender words kissed them: Do you understand what I'm saying, Nii-chan? If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't have been—
"...okay."
When Sae crept into your room, found an empty bed. You were hiding underneath it, curled up in the tiny space between the floor and the mattress, hugging the quilt he'd handed to you weeks ago. He crouched down, showed you the glass of water. Sae wasn't sure if the offering would be enough to draw you out from under the bed, but another coughing fit—this one strong enough to make you teary-eyed—had you crawling out. You mumbled a little thank you as you took the glass from him and drank.
"You haven't cried like that in a while," Sae commented, and you gave him a stricken look. After a long moment of unadultered panic in your eyes, he heard you string more than two words for the first time:
"...s-sorry. I'm really sorry." You were looking down at the floor, and it was like all the progress Sae had made over the past several weeks had gone up in smoke—you looked petrified, small, a cornered animal with nowhere to run. "I didn't know you could hear me."
"Don't apologize. I don't mind it."
"...you're not mad?"
Sae thought it was a funny question. "No. Who'd get mad at something like that?"
You didn't reply, just looking away, and Sae felt a little frustrated, then. He'd been working so hard to make you feel comfortable and thought he'd finally made some progress—but now he was seeing you regress in real time. Back into the fragile little thing that his parents had decided to adopt out of the blue, looking like you couldn't trust anything around you. Like you couldn't trust him. Sae couldn't help but think—
"You don't like it here, do you."
Even at that age, you had a distinctly doe-eyed look when you were confused, and he remembers staring at it.
"No," you said. "I do."
"Then how come you don't wanna talk to any of us?"
Maybe his voice was a little too harsh. Or a little too blunt. You flinched, your body retreating into the turquoise shell of your quilt.
"Sorry."
"That's—" Sae paused, chewing his lip. Tried to make his voice as gentle as possible, because he knew his usual tone would scare you. "...you don't need to be sorry. I'm not mad. I just wanna know what's been making you so upset. Like—how come you always cry at night?"
You got that nervous, uncertain look in your eye again, and Sae got the distinct feeling that you were wondering if this whole conversation was some kind of trick. He added, "I just wanna know how to cheer you up. I don't like seeing you so sad all the time."
You blinked, gave him a surprised look, but it was fleeting, quickly making way for another gloomy expression. "You don't need to worry about me… I don't think I'm going to stay here for very long."
Sae's brow furrowed. His mom had made it sound like you were going to be his little sister just like how Rin was his brother—that is, permanently. "Why not?"
The face you made was so miserable that it startled Sae. He hadn't had a lot of experience with sadness as a kid—most of what he'd witnessed revolved around soccer, when the opposing team lost, and Sae never felt very sorry for them. Sometimes Rin would throw tantrums or cry over silly things, but those were easy to handle. Sae supposed that the worst sadness he'd ever seen was in his mother, who tried her best to hide it—
—but not even her saddest expressions could compare to how shattered you looked in that moment.
"...your dad doesn't actually want me here, Sae-san."
Sae's brow creased. You have a new sister, he recalled. You need to take care of her, OK? It's your job as the eldest.
"That can't be right," Sae replied. "Dad said he wanted you to be part of this family. He even said I should look after you."
Instead of responding, you looked long and hard at Sae, and for the first time, he experienced the strange feeling of being dissected by you. He felt translucent and naked under your eyes—keen for such an innocent age, seeing everything in the dark.
"We have the same father, but different moms. You know that, right?" you asked quietly.
He hadn't.
"Your dad didn't like my mom very much, and that's why he didn't want me. He's only being forced to take me now 'cause my mom decided she didn't want me either." Your eyes started to shimmer, and you hid them in your blanket. "My stepdad and my brother also left 'cause they didn't want me. And I don't think your mom likes me very much, either. So"—you breathed in deep and whispered, and Sae felt like he was watching a vase tip over the edge, a sandcastle crumbling into dirt, his mother crying as she fumbled for her cigarettes when she thought no one was watching—"it's not gonna be very long 'til your parents throw me away too."
Sae went silent. If his heart ached for you when he first laid eyes on you, then it was being crushed right now. He didn't think very hard about it when he placed a hand over one of yours.
"They wouldn't do something like that," he said.
Your fingers twitched under his, like you wanted to pull away.
"They want to. I can tell."
You're just imagining things, Sae nearly replied, but then he remembered that he'd never once heard his parents come here at night to check on your crying, and then he went quiet.
"...it doesn't matter," he eventually decided. "I won't let them."
A little sniff. "No?"
"No. I'll make sure you stay with us."
You blinked the saltwater away from your lashes, then gave him a curious look. "Why?"
"Because I'm your brother, and it's my job to take care of you."
"Really?" you asked, voice watery.
His eyes softened, his usual impassivity crumbling for you.
"Really. I would never let anyone throw you away," he said, and the words felt so ugly in his mouth that he couldn't fathom how anyone had done that to you. How anyone could have done anything to you. You were so sweet, and so kind, and so vulnerable, and it left him feeling sick when he imagined you being hurt in any way. "I'll keep you safe. Promise."
Sae nearly jumped when he felt something move in his hand. He looked down, saw your little fingers prodding at his own, and he offered you his open palm. You took it readily, Sae found himself transfixed by the latticework of your entwined fingers.
"Thank you, Sae-san."
"It's nothing," he wrote off. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand, gentle in a way that his voice wasn't. "But I'm your brother now, remember? You should address me properly."
You smiled a little, studying your interlocked fingers, and Sae felt a peculiar warmth in his chest, an uptick in his pulse.
"Okay, Nii-chan."
Nii-chan. Sae's always loved hearing that title in your mouth. Not out of a demand for respect the way Rin obsesses over it, but because you've always seemed so happy to say it, the syllables sweetened by your adoring tongue. Okay, Nii-chan, you've always said. I'll listen to you, Nii-chan. I trust you, Nii-chan. I love you, Nii-chan. I love you, I love you, I love you.
So please don't leave us again.
Please don't throw me away.
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xxchaosjojoxx · 8 months ago
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Thank you so much 😭😭 I just really need Sanji to hold me tight in his arms, rock me back and forth gently while whispering praise and comforting words. Some of that "You've done so well." And "I've got you, let me take care of you" would be MWUAH yim yum. You don't even have to write this if u don't wanna, I just need more Sanji comfort 😭🙏
I udnerstand you 100%. We all need a Sanjia who will comfort us <3 I hope you don't mind that it is pretty short. Have an amazign day and feel all of my love and hugs
I’m here for you (Sanji x reader)
It was a long day. You helped your boyfriend Sanji with the dishes and cleaned the kitchen afterwards. Even though he hates seeing you touch the dirty dishes with your angelic hands. After that you went shopping with Nami and Robin for the whole afternoon. You even helped repair General Franky with Franky and Usopp. After the end of the day you retreat towards your shared bedroom with Nami and Robin. As soon as you hit the bed your body felt shore and you felt empty and lonely. This day was fun and exciting. You love spending time with your friends. Living your life with such amazing friends that are more family like anything else and having an adorable boyfriend is a dream come true. So why do you feel so down lately?
Sleep didn’t help you at all, you were alone in your shared bedroom and hiding under the blankets the whole morning. No one disturbed you. until you heard a soft knock on your door. You didn't want any company but saying “Leave me alone” was not an option either. Without saying anything you heard the door open, followed by footsteps. You heard that something was laid down on your nightstand but refused to leave your fortress of blankets. A hand was placed on your head and a soothing voice soon followed. “You wanna talk about it, my love?” You crawled back to the surface, looking at the face of your handsome boyfriend. You shrugged your shoulders while looking at your nightstand. Sanji prepared your comfort food and hot cocoa. Sanji took off his shoes and was lying behind you. He snuggled in bed with you, holding you tight in his arms while he rocks you back and forth gently. You turned around so you could cuddle closer into his chest while closing your eyes. Sanji was rubbing your back while whispering towards you. “It’s ok. You’ve done well. I’ve got you now.” You wanted to cry. It was comfortable and you felt safe. You didn’t deserve someone like him. “Hey Y/N. Let me take care of you, kay?” He softly said and planted a kiss on your forehead. You nodded slightly, sniffed a little. He was still rocking you forth and back, praising you for being you. You both fell asleep after a few more minutes. Having someone by your side like that, you didn’t even need words. Even if you feel lonely or just sad, you remember that you have people around you, caring for you and loving you the way you are. 
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hope-drunk · 2 years ago
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imagine riding abby’s abs oh my god 😵‍💫😵‍💫
brrrrr okokok
she'd be so gentle, i feel like she'd ask you to do it so quietly; almost embarrassed about it.
you've been kissing for what feels like forever, both of your lips are swollen. you're panting into each other, not wanting to pull away to take a breath. you're on top of her, your hips slightly moving against her thigh, giving you just the right amount of pressure that you need.
abby pulls away, "would you wanna, uh— could you, just..."
"what is it?" you say, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
she asks you to remove your pajamas, which you do as she discards her shirt. you stand awkwardly by the bed, now nude, twisting your fingers, waiting for her next direction. she uses her hand to beckon you over to her, giving you a soft c'mere.
you comply, moving back onto her lap. with less layers, you're a lot more sensitive, the feeling of her sweatpants on your cunt making you jump back up.
abby pulls your hips back down, but moves them onto her stomach.
"want you to get off like this, on m'stomach. can you?" she whispers. her hands are still settled on your hips, and you can feel them twitching; wanting to move you.
you nod your head, lean down to kiss her again. abby makes the first move, giving into her urges, making your hips rub against the rigidness of her abs. your head falls to her neck, a soft gasp leaving your mouth at the feeling of it. it feels so different. so good. so abby.
she kisses the side of your head, "that feel okay?"
"mhm." you say, but it mostly comes out as a whimper.
"can you look at me, please? wanna see your face, pretty."
you use the last bits of your brain to push up, looking into abby's eyes, and then down at your hips moving against her, which only turns you on more. in the dim light you can see the wetness coating her abdomen. she's still doing most of the work, but she doesn't seem to mind. you take your eyes off the erotic display and look at abby again.
her eyebrows are furrowed, you can tell she's trying to gauge your reaction to this, if you think it's weird. but your mouth is open, and your arms are shaking. she moves a hand off your waist and brings it to the back of your head, lightly forcing it into her. your foreheads press together and you can't help but melt. can't help but fall into her again.
your clit hits a particular spot and you groan, a noise deep from your chest clawing its way out.
"yeah, there you go, sweetheart. y'look so beautiful, using me like this. c'mon, you wanna cum, don't you?" your moans only get louder at her praise. "oh, i know. you've got it, champ. just a little bit more, okay?"
"can't— 'm gonna-" your moans keep interrupting your words.
"just let it come, baby. 've got you."
you focus on her words, on the way her body feels under you, her hands on your hips, slowly pulling you back and forth over her. when your orgasm washes over you, she rocks you through it. abby doesn't let your hips stop as you claw at her shoulders, at her chest. when you go limp on her afterwards, she stops moving you, rubs a hand up and down your back.
"shh, shh. good job, sweetheart. such a good girl."
she cleans you up, soft and gentle. lets you crawl back into her afterwards. she thanks you for letting her have her fun, for letting her do what she wanted with you.
you give her a soft hum, "always, abs."
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sciencebecameouraddiction · 11 months ago
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So uh...Adam nsfw story? Idc what kind. Any. I just wanna see an Adam smut story please
that can totally happen! i’m hoping i did this request justice!
nsfw under the read more. minors dni pls.
rating: R
genre: smutty
characters: Adam x Reader
warnings: overstimulation and restraints.
Adam and you tumble into your room, never leaving the reach of each other. There seemed to be something unspoken and sinful at the thought of not having some physical contact that you both understood. Your hand drew down his chest as your mouth moved to his neck and he whined. He fucking whined. You closed your eyes trying to control yourself, him making it almost impossible to. He helps get his pants off, kneeling down and shedding yours as quickly as possible. He’s kisses up your legs stopping at the wetness leaking out from your underwear.
“You’re so wet already for me, aren’t ya babe?” he asks, gently drawing a finger over you stopping right above your clit, just lightly resting there. You take his mask off and grab his hair.
“Please. Please Adam.” You try and rock yourself into his finger, looking for any type of friction but he pulls away and you cry out, looking down accusingly. Your eyes narrow at him and he licks his finger that was on you.
“Divine.” He murmurs and you pull him up to you and push him on the bed. His eyes widen and he protests when you mark up his neck. The protests giving way to whimpers and moans. You slide down and take his cock in your hands. Twisting your hands up, and pinching the tip. He moans loudly and bucks his hips toward you, looking desperate.
“You want more?” You ask, wanting pay back on his little teasing stunt he pulled just a moment ago.
“Please. Please. Fuck. Just do something, bitch.” Adam pleaded, getting annoyed.
“Do anything? Okay.” You took your mouth and just sucked on the tip of his cock, tonguing the slit in a back and forth motion. Not letting up when Adam was begging and holding his hips down so he couldn’t move. You went from barely pleasuring him, to giving him too much as he was always so sensitive.
“I-I-Oh-I’m gonna…” He trailed off his body stiffening and you stopped. He looks around dazed and sees you pulled off his cock, just looking at him.
“Such a pretty color, like a deep tomato isn’t it?” you say, admiring the color.
“Well yeah, it’s gonna be awesome. This was the first dick. Gotta go with the best first.” Adam said, regaining his cocky attitude. You hum.
“I’m tired of your attitude Adam. I will keep this up until you’re nice.” You say. He laughs.
“You can’t keep this up bitch.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m the one in charge.”
“No you’re the one who’s tied up.” You say and snap your fingers. His eyes widen as he sees his legs and arms tied to each post on your bed.
“What? How?” He asks.
“Magic. You remember the safe word?” You ask Adam, waiting. He nods. “What color are you right now?”
“G-Green.” He murmurs.
“Good boy.” He whines and you go back to his member. You suck on the tip again, and tongue his slit back and forth, this time quicker and soon he is screaming for release. Begging as he’s thrashing against the restraints.
“You’ve only lasted twice? My goodness you are needy.” You say, and place your hand on him. You start to quickly jerk him off. His broken mutters to ‘slow down’ are lost on you.
“I don’t think I will. Cum for me now.” You say and he cries out as he finally cums. His breathing relaxing as you release his arms and legs from their restraints and crawl up to him.
“Damn, that was really fucking good.” He says a bit dazed.
“A compliment? My goodness, I’m flattered.” You joke, your hand resting on his neck as you look at him.
“You should be.” He says finally catching his breath and flipping you over quickly. “I expect to earn the same fucking praise when I’m done with you babe.” Your eyes widen and you realize that you’re both in for a long night.
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webslingingslasher · 2 years ago
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would make peter go camping with me because he’s head over heels in love and also he’s strong (spider man duh) and then i’d just be like :) the whole time (i’d totally ask him to pick up heavy logs and stuff just because)
everytime i go camping i wish i had a peter parker
“Don’t forget that log, looks like a good one!” 
Peter looks up at his girlfriend sitting in her green rocking camping chair, a cold can of alcohol in her hand, he can’t decipher if it’s a white claw or miller light based on the distance. The other points to his left, the setting sun hits the crown of her head and dances over her features, for a moment he forgets how to breathe and takes a lopsided inhale. 
It was your idea to take him camping, you were the master. You grew up doing it and always talked about it, always swore you’d take Peter and give him the glamping experience. You set up the trip as an anniversary gift, and Peter doesn’t think he’ll enjoy it half as much as you but seeing you so happy makes him match it. 
Peter’s hand cups over his forehead to look at you in the sun, “awfully demanding today, aren’t we?” 
He’s not wrong, you have been bossing him around the whole time. But, it’s your favorite activity and he was doing it, and you’ve been together long enough that he’s not doing it because camping will be his new hobby, but because you love it and it makes you happy. 
And his red flannel looked awfully lumberjack like on him, his biceps straining the fabric when he moved totes from your car full of heavy accessories. It got even better when you made him help you set up the tent, you gave light instructions and worked on your side but got distracted when your boyfriend crouched on one knee and had his tongue poked out the corner of his mouth as he focused on connecting the poles. 
You were left scrambling when his eyes shot to yours waiting for you to finish your half, he didn’t catch onto your greed. “I thought you’ve done this before, slow poke.” 
Struggling, his side full of tension, “I didn’t know it was a race.” 
It got worse when Peter noticed your struggle and came to pull your side taut, his back flexing under his down vest.
You nearly slingshotted the tent into the woods. 
“Here, baby. I got it.” Peter placed the rest of the poles and you were able to catch your breath in time to hammer the stakes in. You rest your fists on your hips as you look up at the sky, due to flooding in the main roads it had taken a bit longer than you expected, night was approaching. 
“We don’t have a lot of daylight left, you wanna grab some firewood and I’ll finish setting up camp?” 
Did you give him the man's job? Yes. 
Logs were heavy, plus bugs crawled all over them and not to mention the splinters. 
You had the camp ready in ten minutes, leading you to relax in your camping chair watching your ripped boyfriend trot back and forth from the campsite with handfuls of stems and logs. At first the tugged a fallen tree over to you which sent you running towards him pushing at his chest to throw him back in the woods whisper shouting.
“That’s not even remotely funny, Peter! Do you know what will happen if a park ranger catches you? They have eyes everywhere.” 
Peter rolled his eyes, “I dragged it like, ten steps.” 
You shoo him, “back it up ten, and get real campfire wood. I’ll get some fire starter.” 
Thus led you to watching with a careful eye and directing him, you’ve done this a million times and now you have someone else to do it, who also happens to be your super hot, loving boyfriend. 
“Love you, honey!” You called out the praise, hoping it would erase your demands from his mind. It works, he blows you a kiss and picks up the wood you called out for. He’s gotten more than enough for the night, and you stand before gesturing to your seat. 
“Take her for a ride, mama’s gonna make you a fire.” 
Careful eyes watched you, you could sense that Peter was ready to jump up and save you from a swallowing fire at any second. You talked through the process and into the night, where you then had Peter make you every s’more you wanted. 
Peter likes being out of the city and loves being around you with no distractions. 
He doesn’t think he minds camping half as much as he thought he would. 
Until you wake him up at three in the morning and ask, no, force him to get out of bed to walk into the woods with you so you could pee. You squatted behind a tree and had your arm wrapped around to the other side where it intertwined with your boyfriends. 
“Okay, turn around.” 
Too scary. 
“Wait, let me hold your hand.” 
Too quiet.
“Can you hum or something?” 
It is currently three in the morning and Peter is in the middle of the woods, back to a tree with his arm twisted wonky to hold hers, and he’s humming the star wars intro but can still hear you stream clearly and won’t tell you.
“Okay, done.” 
Your boyfriend fumbled with his waistline, his hand pulling it down swiftly. You get a peek of his lower half and squeeze your eyes shut, your hands cover them on instinct. “Yuck!” 
Peter has no regard, proudly pissing inches from you. 
“What, I have to hold your hand and sing and you can’t stand here?” 
“I’m in the splash zone!” 
“Oi! I’m aiming away, I’m not a mongrel.” 
A snap of a branch, rustling of bushes sent the hair on your neck straight up. Normally you’d think it was a squirrel, it’s almost always a squirrel. But this sounded big, in an instant you jumped on Peter’s back, giving him no time to prepare and he was sent slightly stumbling while trying to tie his pajama pants back up. 
“It’s a fucking bear, is it a bear, can you smell if it’s a bear?” 
Peter hiked you further up his back and walked back towards your site, “it’s not a bear.” 
Your arms lock around his neck so tightly he has to tug at arm so you could loosen your hold, “it could be a bear and you’re trotting slowly.” 
“Baby, if a bear comes up and starts a fight, help the bear.” 
“‘Cause that bitch gon need it,” you grunt in his ear. He tapped your leg in appreciation to the reference. 
You yawned when you laid back down in the tent, shuffling a little closer to Peter than the first time. He can say what he wants, but you’re the woodsy person and you’d give your right arm on a bet that was a bear. 
Loud ruffling near your tent sends you clinging to your boyfriend. 
“It’s the bear.” Your words are almost mute with how quiet and slow you were speaking. 
Peter doesn’t even open his eyes, his arm opens and tugs you into him. “It’s not a bear.” 
Another branch snaps, you’re nearly on top of him, he grunts with the new weight on him. He doesn’t even need to see to know what you’re about to say. 
“It’s not a bear.” 
A lazy grin forms when he feels puffy air on his neck as you grumble, “it’s totally a bear.” 
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cosmicmunsonwrites · 2 years ago
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for the first time pt 2
pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!virgin!reader
warnings: oral (m) receiving, pet names, praise kink, slapping, gagging, head pushing, almost face fucking, porn without plot, super short, also kinda poorly written
summary: after starting to dive into new things, you decide you want to repay your boyfriend for what he did for you.
authors note: hi guys theres one more after this which should be a lot better :)
part one | part two | part three
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“i don’t want you to feel like you gotta repay me for that though,” jj said, looking up at you with his hands on your waist.
you shook your head. “i don’t feel like that. i just wanna make you feel how good you made me feel.”
“fuck sweetheart,” he groaned. “you can’t say shit like that.”
you smiled and leaned back down to kiss him. his hands squeezed at your hips and rocked you back and forth while yours cradled his jaw. you moaned softly into his mouth at the friction your shorts were creating.
he pulled away and kissed down your jawline to your exposed chest. his hands ran up your side to rest at the bottom of your ribcage while his lips locked onto your right breast. he licked and sucked at your nipple, placing gentle kisses around it and even leaving some hickeys for you to look back at later.
when he was satisfied with his work, he moved to the other and repeated the same. you slowly worked up the courage to roll your hips without his assistance, making him buck up into you with a grunt. “fuckin’ hell,” he mumbled against your skin.
“please j? lemme make you feel good,” you begged, returning to your previous topic. “please?” you pouted and looked down at him with that look he’d never been able to say no to. “you can teach me everything and i’ll do whatever you want.”
he left a few extra kisses on your breasts before looking up at you. “have i ever told you how much i love your tits?”
you glared at him. “jj.”
“alright, alright,” he caved. “promise me you’re not doing this to repay me.”
you kissed his lips. “promise.” you began kissing down his neck and chest, leaving a few hickeys for him to flaunt whenever he’s shirtless like he always does. your lips moved down his bare chest until you were crawling off his lap and onto the floor into the space between his legs.
the bulge underneath his sweatpants was very obvious. it almost looked painful. your fingers looped into the waistband and with jj’s help, you pulled them down to his ankles where he eventually kicked them off.
“what do i do now?” you asked cluelessly.
he smiled down at you. “take the rest off.”
you awkwardly shimmied down his boxers, grateful that he had lifted sat up enough for you to do it. you gulped nervously when his cock sprung out from its confinement and hit his lower stomach.
you’d never been this intimate with anyone. you’d never touched a guy, or even seen one past being shirtless. jj was your first everything. and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
you looked up at him for further instructions. “spit in your hand,” he said.
looking at him with wide eyes, you paused for a moment before bringing your hand up your lips and spitting into it.
“you can touch me, sweetheart,” he said softly. “just do whatever feels right.”
you paused for a quick second before deciding to proceed. your hand gently wrapped around him as you watched your boyfriends eyes shut and his lips part. you slowly began to run your hand up and down the length of him, still watching his reaction.
“fuck, baby,” he groaned, tipping his head back. “just like that.” his praise gave you the small confidence boost, starting to move your hand faster against him. “shit,” he cursed under his breath.
you smiled to yourself, proud that you were starting to make him feel good like he’d done for you. you leaned forward and lightly ran your tongue up his length to test the water.
when his hips bucked up and he moaned out, you did it again. you began to twist your hand up and down his cock as your tongue licked over the head. “fuck. doin’ so good,” he praised, eyes still shut and lips parted as moans slipped past them. “so good, pretty girl.”
wanting to try something different, you took the tip into your mouth and gently sucked on it. he thrusted up into your mouth, biting his lip to contain his noises of pleasure. “shit, ‘m sorry sweetheart. jus’ felt good,” he apologized.
so you did it again, only taking in more as your hand worked the rest. you bobbed your head slowly as you started to become lightheaded. you released him from your mouth to work your hand over him as you caught your breath.
“here, baby. squeeze a little harder,” he instructed, closing your hand around him just a little tighter. “i like a little more pressure.”
you followed his order, your hand tightening and working around him a little faster before your mouth was back on him. he placed his hands on the bed by his hips and tipped his head back as he moaned and squeezed his eyes shut.
you placed your hands on his spread thighs and decided to give your wrist a break once it started aching. your mouth took him in again and you began to bob your head up and down a little faster than previously.
his hand came to rest on the back of your head as he pushed you forward until you gagged. you immediately pulled off of him and came back for air, coughing as you did so. “oh fuck, ‘m sorry, baby. i couldn’t help it,” he laughed before leaning down to kiss your forehead gently. “is it okay if i give you a little push?”
you nodded, eyes drooping slightly. your mouth wrapped around him again as you sucked on the tip, making him moan even louder. his hand ran over your cheek and down to cradle your jaw. “look so pretty like this, sweet girl. sucking my cock like a good girl.”
your thighs squeezed together at his raspy voice and praise. you took him deeper into your mouth, throat tightening around him as you fought the urge to gag. he held your head in place, cursing under his breath. “‘s okay, you’re okay, baby. just relax. breathe through your nose,” he instructed.
you relaxed against him took a deep breath through your nose, closing your eyes letting him thrust his hips up into your mouth. you were beginning to like this feeling. the feeling of him using you.
you moaned around him, making his hips stutter as he groaned and loosened up his tight hold to let you come up for a breather. “you’re doin’ so good. such a pretty fuckin’ mouth,” he mumbled.
your hand wrapped around him again as you began to move it up and down, twisting and squeezing a little more for added pleasure. “fuck, holy shit. ‘m so close, baby. so fuckin’ close.”
you wrapped your lips around his tip again, sucking a little harder as his hips bucked up into your hand and mouth. “oh fuck,” he moaned. “fucking shit. ‘m gonna come, sweetheart.” you bobbed your head up and down his cock a little faster, trying to give him the best experience you could.
he held your head down as he came into the warmth of your mouth, hips stuttering as strings of moans slipped past his lips. he gasped and tipped his head back as he emptied his come into your mouth.
“holy fuck, baby,” he cursed as he let you go. “you can spit it out if you want.”
you wanted to make him this experience as good as he made yours. so you swallowed it down, eyelids heavy as you looked up to him.
he shut his eyes and groaned at the sight. “you did so good today, pretty baby. ‘m so proud of you.” his hand found your jaw again and tilted your head up so he could lean down and kiss your lips. he grabbed your hands and gently pulled you back up into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head onto your chest. you gasped when his cock rubbed against your clothed cunt.
“you look so pretty on your knees for me.”
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lesbiankimdahyun · 1 year ago
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Look at me
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1.7K words (not proof-read sorry i was uh. Possessed)
CW: GP, voyeurism, light humiliation
[GP!Momo x GP!Jeongyeon x Nayeon]
Jeongyeon let out a muffled moan into the sheets as Momo mounted her. The younger girl grunted as she had her way with Jeongyeon, her strokes powerful but as gentle as she could manage.
Momo usually preferred pussy to the tight ring of muscle she was currently plowing into, but she had a huge soft spot for girls like Jeongyeon– girls who would rather be fucked by another’s cock than use their own. 
“Fuck,” Momo hissed under her breath. She knew Jeongyeon must be rock hard, and she relished in denying Jeongyeon the ability to touch her own cock while she took Momo’s. 
“All that cock and you’d rather have me fuck you instead of fucking Nayeon, hmm?” Momo said. She pressed her body against Jeongyeon’s back as she thrust into her, making Jeongyeon whimper in response. But it wasn’t enough for Momo. “Answer me.” 
“Y-yes,” Jeongyeon gasped, hunching her shoulders a bit. Her head seemed to sink deeper into the bedding. 
Momo let out a satisfied breath, a hint of a smile on her face. She pulled upper body off of Jeongyeon and adjusted her position, arching over the other girl now with both hands on either side of her body on the bed so she could keep her balance. 
She looked down at Jeongyeon, admiring her strong back and pretty ass. She gave it a slap, making Jeongyeon yelp while Momo laughed. 
“Hurry up,” a third voice spoke up. Momo glanced over and her eyes immediately lingered on the sight before her: Nayeon, sitting back against the wall on the far side of the bed, legs spread apart with her fingers slowly dipping in and out of her wet pussy. “I wanna torture her a little, too.” 
Momo almost came right then. She loved that both of them were so eager to tease and fuck Jeongyeon because they knew she would let them. It was so easy to make Jeongyeon hard, and even easier to make her flustered about it. Momo and Nayeon had no trouble getting Jeongyeon to let them both into her room that afternoon while cold December sleet fell outside against her bedroom windows. Light touches and words of praise for her had snowballed quickly and before they knew it, Jeongyeon was rock hard, bare and eager to present herself on all fours for the two of them. 
Momo felt Jeongyeon clench around her and closed her eyes. The older girl was always so impossibly tight, she didn’t know how she could always squeeze her cock just a little more like that, just enough to make her– 
“Oh fuck, Jeong…” Momo groaned, spilling her load inside her ass. She felt Jeongyeon go slack beneath her and she waited a few moments even after she was done before pulling out slowly. Jeongyeon let out a muted whine when Momo was finally all the way out and relaxed into her bed. 
Momo and Nayeon both watched as some of the younger girl’s cum leaked out of her. 
“Don’t get too comfy, Jeongie,” Nayeon purred. “I bet you want to cum too, don’t you?” 
Jeongyeon finally lifted her upper body up from the bed. She peeked over her shoulder to look at them and nodded. Her hair was wild and messy, some of it clinging to her sweaty face. Her cheeks were red. 
Nayeon crawled across the bed over to Jeongyeon. She ran her thumb along Jeongyeon’s lower lip before pushing two of her fingers inside her mouth. “Suck,” she commanded softly, and Jeongyeon did, taking Nayeon’s fingers into her mouth. 
Jeongyeon looked up at Nayeon almost immediately. “You ‘ere touching yoursel’!” she said, her words a bit jumbled with the older girl’s fingers still in her mouth. Nayeon shrugged. “It’s fun to watch Momo mount you like a dog,” she said, eyes wandering briefly over Momo's softening cock. “And to watch how well you take her.” She removed her fingers and helped Jeongyeon sit up. “I think you deserve to cum now, don’t you?” 
The younger girl nodded quickly, and allowed Nayeon to help her down onto the floor. She stood and watched as Nayeon placed a blanket on top of the plush rug that laid in front of Jeongyeon’s full-length mirror. Momo got off the bed and threw her t-shirt back on. She wanted to stick around for what was going to come next but didn’t want to be cold while she watched. 
“Wh-what…” Jeongyeon trailed off as Nayeon guided her to sit down in front of the mirror. Nayeon sat behind her, her legs spread open to make room for Jeongyeon to sit between them. 
“Here, baby,” Nayeon cooed, wrapping her hand around Jeongyeon’s twitching cock. Jeongyeon let out a hitched breath and sat back against Nayeon’s bare chest. 
“I’ll help you cum,” Nayeon murmured, nosing Jeongyeon’s neck lightly, “but you can only cum if you do what I say, okay?” 
Momo couldn’t help but smirk. This was going to be very worth it. 
“O-okay,” Jeongyeon said shyly, looking down at Nayeon’s hand. It was already getting wet with pre-cum. 
“All I need you to do is look right here for me,” Nayeon said, making Jeongyeon look up. Nayeon was looking at her in the mirror, and Jeongyeon looked into the mirror, too. 
“You can look at yourself or at me, but if you close your eyes or look away, I’m going to stop. Okay?” Nayeon said, a wicked smile spreading across her lips.
Jeongyeon whined and looked up at Momo’s smug reflection in the mirror. 
“Ah, ah,” Nayeon said, taking her hand away. “Did I say you could look at Momo?” 
Jeongyeon blushed. “N-no…” She looked at Nayeon again quickly. 
“Good girl,” Nayeon praised, taking Jeongyeon’s leaking cock back in her hand. “Keep looking right there for me.” 
Jeongyeon’s breathing slowed as Nayeon’s hand expertly squeezed and stroked her aching shaft. 
“B-but,” she breathed, struggling to keep her eyes trained on her own or Nayeon’s, “Why can’t I look at Momo?” 
Nayeon gripped the girl’s cock a little harder, making Jeongyeon’s hips buck. “Because I said so,” she said matter-of-factly. “But Momo can look at you all she wants. You like that, don't you?” 
“Y-yes,” Jeongyeon breathed. 
“You like it when Momo sees you like this, right? All worked up for me and so willing to obey,” Nayeon continued.  
Jeongyeon could only nod dumbly now. She wanted to look down so badly, to see Nayeon’s long fingers wrapped around her throbbing dick. It felt too good; she couldn’t help herself. She peeked down, but Nayeon’s hand went away instantly. 
“W-wait no, no,” Jeongyeon’s eyes were glassy, her voice shaky. She looked back up in the mirror quickly, cheeks burning when her eyes met Nayeon’s stern gaze. 
“I told you the rules,” Nayeon said firmly. “Do you need me to repeat them or can you be good for me?” 
Jeongyeon replied quickly. “I’ll look, I’ll be good,” she said pleadingly, and Nayeon smiled. Once Nayeon’s hand was back around her cock, Jeongyeon’s hips started to buck rhythmically up into her grip. 
“Doesn’t that feel good?” Nayeon asked. “I thought about letting you fuck me,” she said, running her thumb teasingly over Jeongyeon’s tip. “But I knew you’d cum fast after being fucked by Momo.” She hummed thoughtfully, watching Jeongyeon’s face carefully. Jeongyeon’s jaw was slack and her eyes were hardly able to focus on her, but she was listening intently. 
“Then I thought about letting you use my mouth,” Nayeon said, and Jeongyeon perked up a little. “Oh? Would you have liked that?” Jeongyeon nodded quickly, bucking up into Nayeon’s hand a little faster. “Maybe next time,” Nayeon said teasingly. “But I’ll let you look at my mouth right now if you want.” 
Jeongyeon’s eyes immediately focused on Nayeon’s mouth and the older girl smirked. “Can you imagine it?” she said, her voice soft and low in Jeongyeon’s ear. “How warm my mouth would be around you, and so wet if I used my tongue. Maybe I’d let you throat fuck me…” she trailed off. Jeongyeon’s breathing was slow yet ragged now; she was getting closer. 
Nayeon looked up and glanced at Momo, who was also watching Nayeon’s mouth intently. Her cock was starting to harden again. 
“That’s enough of my mouth for now, don’t you think? Look at me, Jeong,” Nayeon said. “I want you to look at me when you cum, okay?” 
“Okay,” Jeongyeon said, her voice nearly trembling. The older girl had fully reduced her to a whimpering mess. 
“You look like you could cum already,” Nayeon said teasingly. “Look how fast your hips are going, baby. I hardly need to move my hand at all now. I should’ve done this to you sooner. I should’ve invited Jihyo and Sana to come watch, too.” 
“N-Nayeon,” Jeongyeon gasped, thrilled by the thought of Jihyo and Sana and Momo seeing her come undone for Nayeon. “I…” Her eyes almost rolled back in her head but she fought to keep her gaze steady. 
“That’s it,” Nayeon said. “Listen to all that wetness, you’ve been such a good girl for me. You can cum, baby, just remember to look at me.” She leaned in towards the younger girl’s neck and licked her way up, her eyes never looking away from Jeongyeon’s as she did so. 
“Ah!~” Jeongyeon let out a strangled cry as she went over the edge and came, eyes locked on Nayeon’s as thick ropes of her own cum landed all over her stomach and coated Nayeon’s hand. 
Nayeon continued to use her hand to milk Jeongyeon for all she had, finally releasing her when Jeongyeon’s eyes closed and head tilted back from pleasure. 
“Good girl,” she praised softly, letting the younger girl rest against her while she recovered. 
After a few minutes, Nayeon and Momo both helped Jeongyeon up onto her bed and cleaned her up the best they could gently. “I’m going to start a nice hot bath for you, okay?” Nayeon said. 
Nayeon was busy in the bathroom, prepping towels and products for Jeongyeon when she heard the bathroom door open behind her. 
“Jeong…?” she asked, turning around. But it wasn’t Jeongyeon. She watched curiously as Momo stood before her, fisting her hard cock a few times in her hand. “Oh.” The corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, trying to hide a pleased smile. 
Wordlessly, Momo positioned Nayeon until she was bent over the bathroom counter and sink, legs spread apart. 
“Knew it,” Momo said, running her fingers over Nayeon’s folds. “You’re still soaked.” She lined her cock up with Nayeon’s entrance. “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick” she cooed. “Let’s let Jeongyeon rest a few more minutes.” 
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smiley-mcdoggington · 11 days ago
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THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG TO WRITE TW STANCEST TW MPREG TW DUBIOUS MEDICAL PROCEDURES KINDA TW MENTIONED SA TW A/B/O
It was absolutely no fair that Stan still had to do the heat thing when he couldn't even give himself a reach-around. He was sweating like hell, his teeth were chattering as if it weren't 100-something degrees and Ford was still out on his fucking nerd quest to write about mushrooms for another 16 hours.
At least he didn't have to build a nest all at once while he had the physique of a boiled egg. He'd been slowly building it up for the past two months and yeah Ford had bitched he was running out of slacks but Stan would like to see him try resisting the urge to nest when he had two future boxers dukeing it out in his guts and keeping him from being comfortable for weeks.
He used the side of the bed to help him get on his knees before crawling to the nest on the floor - his belly button grazed the floor with his pathetic maneuver but if he fell when Ford wasn't home it would probably turn into a flipped turtle situation and he liked to pretend he still had dignity.
His palms sank into pillows and he pressed his face onto a small wall of Ford's soft sweaters over slacks and once again thought about that portable lightning rod Ford had in his study. Yes, it was lab equipment and he would probably get shocked straight to hell but the ribs on it. The way it kinda shook when it was powered on. The solid 10 inches. But Ford would kill him for cramming any of his stuff in the ol' prison wallet even for sex reasons, so he refrained. (also because he didn't wanna crawl that far and he refused to be bipedal again until his body stopped trying to boil both him and the future rugrats)
And the cruelest fate. He couldn't reach his dick. It was hard as a rock, digging into his overlarge stomach and he couldn't reach it. He could put his fingers on it, kinda, but jacking off and dusting off were so painfully different and he blamed Ford. Ford who left him alone to take care of himself when he didn't even remember what his feet looked like. Ford who was off crouching and standing up unassisted, getting another 20000 spore samples, then touching his toes just because he could. Ford was definitely doing that. Toe-toucher.
Then the front door opened - the door opening could be heard from the whole house, Ford had spent good American dollars on worse hinges specifically for it. Stan moaned loudly and pathetically because Ford should feel bad for making him egg-shaped.
Ford's boots thunked up the stairs hurriedly, and then the door was flung open. "Stanley?!"
Stan gave him a sour look. "Why do I even have heats - I already got the gold, stop making me run the race." He bitched. "And you! I can't touch my dick because of you!"
Stan made the effort to shift himself just enough to see Ford's expression.
That man was laughing in his hand. That dickhead. That jerk. That fucker. Why did every insult have to relate to sex, Stanley would be clawing at the walls if they would just get closer. "Stanford." He said.
His brother walked closer - he hadn't been wearing those fucking scent pads since they got the house, now that cocksucker just had to go around in his loose button up making the whole house smell like Stan was about to get lucky. That fucker. That cunt. That asshole. "What do you need, Stanley?" Ford asked like he wasn't fully fucking aware, little smile on his lips and rolling his sleeves up like something was gonna get messy. He really fucking hoped it was him.
Stan heaved himself onto his back, head resting in Ford's dirty sweaters, buck naked because he gave up on the idea of getting his tent-sized pajamas on the second he realized his heats didn't stop for anything, not even when he was about to pop. Ford was looking down at him expectantly, and Stan would have probably squirmed under that look if he wasn't so exhausted.
Stanley was practically panting. "Would'ja just get on with it?" He grouched, because Ford wasn't an idiot and Stanley wasn't being subtle.
Stanford stepped into the nest, Stan didn't know if he'd kicked off his boots first, he probably didn't because he was a dick. A cock. A fat cock. Stan was going insane. Then Stanford took a knee, one wide, cool plam resting on the stomach currently cockblocking him. He really needed to stop thinking about cocks. Ford leaned forward just a little, his voice smooth and quiet. "Do you want me to take care of you--?"
"Yes!" Stanley barked, because he would probably say yes even if Ford tried calling it 'Fornication' again even though he'd sworn he would never. He was cold and he was sweating and all his stupid soupy pregnant brain could focus on was tracing the outline of exactly where the six fingers on his stomach laid.
His brother snorted, leaning forward until his own stupid tiny stomach laid against Stan's beach ball and their noses were just barely touching. Stan didn't want a kiss, he wanted Ford to get to business. But then their lips met and Ford's cool hand was brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead and they were breathing the same musty air and Stan felt himself relax for the first time in hours. The kiss was soft, because Ford had learned quickly that if he started too fast and got the kids kicking it would ruin the mood because Stan would start hurting and Ford would start looking at his body less like an unstoppable sex machine and more like an ant farm.
Stan hummed, both hands on Ford's shoulders both for support and possible pushing-down leverage while Ford started sucking on his bottom lip. He really needed Ford to get his head in the game, the teasing was cute when they were nineteen in the back seat after Ford got a power boner from glaring down some fucking scuzz trying to get to second base with Stan in the showers - but that was four years ago, when Stan was sexy and topheavy and way too patient. Stan pushed Ford away just slightly. "D-Didn't you say you was gon-na take care of me?" He murmured.
Ford hummed. "There is something I read recently," He said, but Stan didn't care because Ford's hand was sliding lower. "About this." He said measuredly, and his hand skipped Stan's dick (Stan was gonna start throwing shit) to run his thumb over the slit between it and his hole, his newest source of aching to go with everything else because Stan couldn't catch a break.
Stan sighed. Ford was in one of his moods. No quick jerk for Stan, the man carrying his children, oh no, that would be too easy. The only reason Stan didn't kick Ford out of his nest and start riding that portable lightning rod until he got turned into a frankenstein was because he was weak and Ford's hands were giving him that stupid drunk giggly feeling and that was the most energy he'd had all morning. God he missed being drunk, he felt so hot when he was drunk, not like a boiled egg at all.
Ford was still talking about something. Stan was no longer paying attention. The thumb on his slit was slowly rubbing up and down and it wasn't really doing much for him but also Ford was so close to his leaking hole, or his leaking dick, he just had to fixate on the one dry part of his body.
"Stanley?" He prompted. He had probably asked Stan something.
Stan huffed. "Sure, Six." He said and Ford started moving. "Could you just hurry up and touch me where it-- counts--" His sentiment was lost when his throat tightened until he was whining - Ford's tongue was on his slit and it was weird but Stan would take weird, weird was almost like getting his ass eaten, weird was so close to good, close enough to good for him. His hips rocked down and sounds kept slipping out of his tight throat that made him sound like a teenager.
Ford looked up at him - which took some effort on account of mount everest - silently asking for approval, which was even weirder. "Whats'a matter?" Stan asked.
"Tell me if it starts hurting, okay?" He said, a little undercurrent of anxiety leeking through. Stan probably should have been paying attention to whatever Ford was planning on doing down there but it was too late and Stan was not in the mood to prolong sex things. He nodded and Ford sank back down.
Then Ford's tongue was on the least fun part of his genitals again, slowly lapping at the space, pressure just enough to sooth the ache he hadn't noticed the severity of until it was gone. One hand on his inner thigh, thumb rubbing circles into his skin. Then there was a hand around his dick and he yelped - he couldn't see a thing going on down there, Ford could have brought a book and if he still had a hand around Stan he really wouldn't care.
Then his tongue slipped inside and Stan cursed, immediately having to jerk his legs open to keep from boxing Ford 'round the ears. Ford's tongue wasn't as warm as his insides and the lack of moisture just made it feel so wet and weird and then Ford' s hand started moving and suddenly he didn't mind the feeling like there was a tiny cold tentacle in the nebulous space under his dick as long as Ford kept up the pace. Ford was always doing odd shit, at least for this one Stan didn't have to piss on some newspapers.
Ford was kinda kneeding more than jerking, hand tightening and loosening around his dick and Stan was reminded of how Ford would open and close his hands over and over when he was focused. One time he was doing it while talking to Cathy Crenshaw and she thought he was making the 'honk' gesture and smacked him. As if she even had anything to honk. Ford usually got a little too focused when he was in one of his weird sex moods but Stan didn't really get why this of all things was setting off his nerd brain. Yeah it was odd, but more like in a 'it's not you it's me' kinda way than anything.
Stan started lightly rolling into Ford's hand, and Ford took that as an invitation to completely take it, and his tongue, away, because he was mean and awful and cruel to his poor poor brother.
Ford poked his head up again, and Stan thought this might be the most Ford has ever consulted Stan on sex stuff ever. Ford's lips were bright red and hanging slightly open, spit shining on his cleanly shaven chin and panting just a little. He was gorgeous, Stan wanted nothing more than to get up and make Ford look even more fucked-out, but Stan could barely lean up on his elbows.
Ford swallowed thickly. "Yours-s or mine?" He asked, eyes continuing to dart between Stan's face and that new part of him that just fascinated Ford so much.
"Your what?" Stan asked, tracking every twitch of those bruised lips.
"Male omegan pseudo-vulvas don't self-lubricate with arousal." He huffed, ever the nerd. Ford's gaze burned into him. "Who's slick are we using?"
"Yours." Stan said immediately, even though he was probably making a puddle in his nest just from existing in heat, he didn't care. He wanted Ford's.
Ford nodded, undoing his belt. Stan strained to see over his own stomach, and Ford, the most beautiful, amazing, wonderful person in the world, stood up. He was looking smug, because of course he was when he slowly, slowly pulled his belt out of the loops of his slacks (he kept buying more, he had to be, no man had that many pairs of the same dark gray pants) turning around to put his belt on the dresser and giving Stan a full view of why he needed those pants in his nest. Ford had been doing a lot of filling out since they got the house, and slacks that used to fit him like any good dweeb now stretched obscenely over his rear and Ford fucking knew it. It was almost as bad as when he started wearing a pair of Stan's old green middleschool gym shorts in college, before they somehow went missing.
Ford bent low to get at the laces of his hiking boots, and Stan groaned. He was doing it on purpose, torturing the man carrying his children for his own sick kicks. From the new angle Stan could see a little dark spot where Ford was leaking. Stan needed those pants for his nest.
Ford stood back up, stepping out of his boots and turning back around, he still looked like the smug bastard he was but he was still flushed down his neck at the attention. "How the hell'd a fox like you manage to come from the same stuff as me?" Stan muttered, just to see Ford chuff a little.
"I suppose it's hard to miss, what with you being so perfect." Ford said back, unbuttoning his shirt smoothly, his fingers hypnotic as they worked down, revealing more and more chest hair.
Perfect, though. That was a word Ford always used for him. When they were little, Ford used to say that "Perfect is impossible, improvements can always be made" whenever Stanley tried using the word. But now he used it for Stanley, and Stanley's never been perfect at nothing, not even really good, either, and Ford had to know that, he was always correcting Stan. But then he called him perfect anyway. It turned Stan's heart inside-out.
"Its definitely you that's the perfect one, Sixer." He murmured, and Ford's smug smirk melted into a serene smile.
He walked back into the nest, in those fucking pants but nothing else, and straddled Stan right where his stomach ended, that little wet spot on his pants directly against Stan's dick. "Of course I am." He said as if Stan even remembered the conversation over Ford On His Dick. Ford laid his hands on Stan's stomach. "I'm the only one for you, that makes me perfect." He said, no doubt at all in his tone. "That's also why you're perfect, Stanley." His voice dropped, leaning forward until his lips were brushing Stan's baby bump. "You're mine."
Stan felt dizzy, fingers digging into Ford's cable knit sweater behind him and feeling Ford slowly grind into him. Ford was making these short hums every time he rolled his hips just right, and Stan was huffing through noises he couldn't help at this point.
Ford started going faster, his little hums speeding up to match were music to Stan's ears as he slowly got them both closer and closer, brows pinched together, mouth flexing into a tense little frown, hands beginning to tense and loosen against Stan's skin, Stan rocking back as much as he could. Stan could feel himself start to tense - he was so close, but Ford was in one of his moods and he really didn't want him to stop for whatever kind of edging-related kink testing he was up to today. "C-cah--" He had to ask, Ford usually let him when he asked. "S-Sixer can I? Can-n I?"
Ford's eyes snapped open with a short gasp the moment he comprehended the question, looking right at Stan when his body started trembling over Stan's, a thin wail leaving his open mouth as he nodded frantically just in time for Stan to snap, fingers burying into and possibly through the sweater behind him, riding out the shocks with Ford until they finally stopped to catch their breath.
Ford kissed Stan's baby bump again before easing himself off of Stan, the wet patch in his pants now so much bigger and more steal-able. He quickly undid his pants, shucking them without his earlier flare and kicking them away and just in Stan's reach, who snapped them up and started clinging to them like a kid clung to a toy because dignity was for losers anyway.
Ford was wearing his little space-themed briefs with little cartoon stars and planets and rocket ships that Stan got him as a gag gift two years ago. Stan's stupid mushy pregnant brain tried to make him cry over how cute it was, but then Ford got rid of those, too, leaving them out of snatching range.
Ford sat back down on the nest's floor of soft blankets, hands on Stan's knees. "Are you ready to continue?" He asked, and Stan had nearly forgotten his fixation on Stan's new hole.
Stan nodded. "Go nuts - but don't touch my dick yet, gimme a minute for that." He said, opening his legs for the love of his life who was way too interested in what was really just the temporary baby hole.
He could hear Ford wetting his fingers with his own slick, his eyelids drooping in a way Stan would recognize before his own name. Then he shifted, and cold, wet fingers were against his slit. A finger slipped in like nothing at all, then two with only a slight burn. Ford peeked up at him and Stan just nodded, not sure what to say. The burn was familiar, a little duller at the VIP access than at general admissions, but similar enough that he started warming up again.
Then Ford hooked his fingers, and Stan's whole body tensed up. If his prostate was like rubbing the inside of his dick, this was like a good scratch to his urethra - it was sharper, and very, very weird. His mouth was hanging open a little and Ford was looking worried again - seriously, it was unlike him. "Stanley, are you still okay?"
"Are you?" Stan huffed. "You're acting like your defusing a bomb here, Six, we can stop whenever you want."
Ford's brows furrowed. "I already explained exactly why I'm being cautious, Stanley." He snipped - and he probably did, right around that time Stan stopped paying attention. "Apologies if it's inconvenienced you." He said harshly, shoving a third finger in with the first two, the anger and the pain doing things to Stanley he refused to admit.
Ford was thrusting shallowly with his fingers when he crooked them again, and Stan gasped. The feeling wasn't really absolutely good the way his prostate being hit was, but it was intense, making Stan feel the flush on his forehead and his shoulders as Ford tapped the spot again, and again. Maybe the only reason it was good was because Stan was already getting worked up. Soon the fingers were moving freely and quickly.
Then Ford was touching himself again, he knew without seeing it, and then Ford's wet off hand was spreading slick next to his fingers. And a fourth finger was pushed in. Stan keened at it, hips rolling down to prolong the burn, stomach tense just to bring that weird spot closer, make sure Ford couldn't stop brushing against it. He felt a dribble of slick roll down onto the bed but he kept going, humping his brother's hand as much as he could.
Then Ford was touching himself again and touching Stan again and was he planning on adding a fifth? Stan has never taken five before, Ford only went to four on special occasions, three was always enough. Stan couldn't even panic about the thought, too busy feeling like someone put a pipe cleaner in his dick in a good way (somehow).
Then the fifth pushed in, and Ford started slow again, gently pushing and pulling, but it didn't matter because he could feel his prostate. From the wrong side. Pressure was still on the weird spot but now it was on his prostate too and Stan could feel them both. At the same time. Stan's mouth was perminantly hanging open, but then Ford's fucking knuckles pushed into him and Stan couldn't help the loud, pathetic noise he made, one hand onto his newly stolen pants and one hand in his own hair, rolling down on Ford's fingers like it was his last day on earth - with the way he was heaving, it actually might be.
Then Ford kissed the side of his knee. "You're doing perfectly, Stanley." He muttered, and the only sound that could come out of Stan's tight throat was a whine. "Just one more, Stanley." He said and it sounded fonder than any nickname.
Stan started rolling faster, making the kids kick but he could barely notice at that point. Ford's thumb started burrowing in with the other five and That was his whole hand holy fucking shit--
Ford kissed his knee again. "Good. Now you asked earlier, ask again." He said and Stan didn't have the time to consider telling Ford to fuck off before his mouth started trying to make syllables.
"Stan-n-ford I gotta - can-can I? Plea-se-"
"Go ahead, Stanley. Come for me." He said, and Stan's whole body erupted in static, his vision blurring out while his front spot and his back spot got milked by Ford's entire fucking hand, he could have been gone for an hour and he wouldn't'a noticed.
When he finally came back down, he was still in his nest, but now he was propped up on his side with pillows supporting his mass, and Ford was at his back, nose on his shoulder, one hand on Stan's stomach like the kids might disappear without him there.
Stanley turned his head a little. "That was great - dunno what you were even worryin' about, Sixer." He murmured.
Ford hummed. "Well sue me for being cautious, I didn't want to force labor a week before you're due."
Stan's body went cold, and he heaved himself into a sit. "You was risking making me labor early, Stanford Pines?!"
Ford looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "You said it was fine."
"You Almost Made Me Labor!"
He was leaving him for the lightning rod.
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brandyllyn · 8 months ago
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Silk from their soul (11)
The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]
Rated: Explicit (PIV, choking) Words: 2.2k Summary: Hidey-Hole
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Were you supposed to look him in the eye now?
You’d fallen into a deep sleep almost immediately after that earth-shattering orgasm and woken on the ground by yourself, a pack under your head for a pillow while he sat a few feet away and watched the wasteland. He hadn’t commented on the events of the night before, just given you a sly grin and asked you to put on something for breakfast since you’d slept through your watch.
Never mind he didn’t wake you for it.
You finally seem to be heading north, towards the mountains. You have a vague memory of traveling through here before.
“Do you think it’s better to try to find the old road or just head up?”
He’s walking a few feet ahead of you and doesn’t stop when he answers. “Lotta raiders on the roads, we’ll be better off cross-country.”
That made sense. It was a perfectly normal thing to say. Just two people walking companionably together.
It was going to drive you bonkers.
“Hey Cowboy,” you shout, taking a few running steps to catch up with him. He turns as you fall into step, his blank look almost making you falter. But you steel yourself and give him a winning smile. “Do we need to talk? Or not talk, maybe, but acknowledge? What happened?”
“You mean when I had my fingers in your cunt?”
Well, okay, that was one way of putting it.
“Don’t figure there’s much to talk about. You liked it?”
“Yes,” you say quickly.
“Wanna do it again?”
“Now?”
Your spluttering question puts a grin on his face and he makes a show of looking around. You’re in what used to be some sort of rest stop, several different buildings still mostly standing.
“Well, I wasn’t thinking right this minute but a fella could be convinced-”
A roar rends the air between you and you both freeze. You wait for him to verify what you really hope isn’t true.
“Deathclaw.”
Your heart drops. Scanning the horizon you try to pick out what he is seeing. “I thought they were further east than this?”
“You wanna be the one to tell him he needs to go home?”
They’re a rumble, almost like thunder, shaking you to your core. “Is that it?”
He’s got your arm in one hand, dragging you towards a run down building. There’s no door, and the interior is half filled with dirt. “Inside.”
“Inside what?”
The Cowboy gestures towards the ground, at a hole you had barely noticed. With his other hand he unslings his rifle, checking the chamber with a practiced flip. The hole itself is not big, large enough to crawl into on your hands and knees and extending back God only knew how far.
“What if something is in there?”
“You can lose a toe to a rad roach or your head to a deathclaw, sweetheart. I know which I would pick.”
He’s posted at the door, squinting off into the distance and you suddenly realize he intends for you to go in there alone.
“What are you going to do?”
“Hold it off,” he shrugs, “try to lead it away.”
“Can it smell us?”
“What?”
You grab his arm, pulling him into the house with you, “Can it smell us?”
“No, but it can see your ass just fine so-”
“Feet first,” you shove him at the hole. He glares but does so, sliding in without comment until you can’t see him any longer. His hat sits dejectedly by the entrance and you try to decide if you can pick it up when an earth-shattering roar splits the air. 
Well, nothing seems to have bitten him. 
You throw him your pack and then slide in feet first next to him, pushing with your hands against the fallen rocks and dirt. He reaches out a hand to help and between you you manage to shimmy down a few feet - maybe four in total from the entrance to the top of your head.
It’s not so tight you can’t move, can’t put a little space between you, but it’s difficult. You feel the arms he’s laying on move, a hand coming up to cover the shoulder dug into the dirt, and then he’s shifting you both until you’re lying beneath him.
“Both hands free now,” he grunts, pulling his pistol from its holster and laying it just past your head. Sure, he can see now but all you can see is his chest and dark concrete. He’s crouched over you, shifting upwards so his elbows are by your head, his knees on each side of your hips. You both stay silent as the ground shakes.
Shit, what if this hidey-hole collapses?
Another roar and you clutch at him out of instinct, burying your face into his chest. How close is it? Can it reach you? You try to slip further down but your feet hit more rock. 
Well, at least there’s nothing living in here.
Another roar, this time maybe slightly farther away. The Cowboy lets out a breath and shifts down so he can look you in the eye.
“I think it might have seen us, sounds like it’s hunting.”
His voice is barely over a whisper and you answer in the same low tone. “How long will it look?”
“Hour? Maybe two? Depends on if something else grabs his attention.” He glances down and seems to suddenly realize the position you’re in. A slow grin moves over his face and he shifts one foot between yours, kicking your legs apart and settling his hips down until they’re flush to yours.
“Seems like we might have a fair bit of time to pass.”
Your eyes widen in shock even as he pushes his half-hard cock against you. He looks pleased as punch about the fact. “You can’t mean to-”
“I do, and I will - unless you’re about to tell me no. That what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”
You consider it for only a moment before shaking your head. “No. I mean… yes.”
He tilts his head and licks his lips. “Well that’s about clear as mud.”
“I want you,” you finally settle on, getting a warm feeling when he gives you a genuine smile in return.
“No kissing, right?” he confirms, fingers playing with the strap of your dress. You nod silently, too afraid of what will happen now if you try to speak. It’s enough for him, slipping his hand beneath the fabric and twisting it down until it’s shoved under your breast.
“Well ain’t that a sight.”
His mouth feels like a brand, lips hot with a dry, almost raspy tongue laving against your skin. You should stop this, should tell him this isn’t right. It wasn’t right last night either but you didn’t care then and you can’t make yourself care now. It feels amazing and when he pulls your nipple between his lips there’s no thought left but how good he’s making you feel.
You groan, fingers digging into the rough skin on the back of his neck. He bites down, maybe a little too hard, and you nearly arch the both of you into the ceiling. 
“Thata girl,” he mumbles, fingers working at the other side of your dress until he’s got it pulled down too. You help as best you can, shimmying the straps down and then letting him push it to your waist. He rubs his face against you for a moment, pressing your breasts to his cheeks before turning and sucking your other nipple between his lips.
It’s too much and a harsh cry leaves you before you can stop it. There is an answering bellow from the deathclaw a half second later and suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth. The leather smells of blood and bile and you recoil.
“Shh, sweetheart,” he whispers, “if you can’t be quiet we’re going to have to stop.” One knee pressed at yours, pushing them further apart so he can hitch your thigh up on his hip. “And that sure would be waste of all this here attraction.”
You jerk at his hand, pulling it from your mouth then yank at the fingers of the glove. He understands immediately, using his teeth to pull first one, then the other off.  Staring directly into your eyes he covers your mouth with one palm, fingers digging into your cheek.
“Quiet as a church mouse,” he warns before ducking back down and nibbling at your breast. His other hand is on your thigh, pushing the skirt of the dress up slow enough you can tell he’s waiting for you to stop him.
You don’t, spreading your legs wider instead and shifting so he can cup his hand over your panties. It’s his turn to groan, albeit quieter than you had, fingers jerking at the cotton and twisting so he can slip against you.
“Ah, darlin’, you’re fucking soaked.” His accent is coming thicker somehow, laying over you like a blanket. His fingers toy between your thighs before pushing further, flicking over your clit.
It’s a good thing he’s got a hand over your mouth because you can’t hold back the noise you make. Suddenly he’s gone and you want to protest. You’ll beg, you’ll promise him anything, just…
He’s jerking at his belt and in your befuddled state it takes a minute to realize what he’s doing. But then you’re there with him, unzipping his pants and pushing them down far enough that his cock can spring free. It’s even hotter than the rest of him, enough to make you wonder if he’ll burn as you take him into your hand. He thrusts into your palm before knocking it away, guiding himself towards your center.
You try to brace yourself, try to relax into what you know is coming. But you can’t help the small muffled cry, or the way your eyes widen when he shoves himself into you. Your body goes rigid and his eyes meet yours, rounded with shock.
“Oh darlin’,” he mutters, his grip on your jaw relaxing slightly. He’s wide, almost impossibly so, even barely inside you can feel the stretch. “You sure about this?”
You nod, gripping his waist and trying to adjust your legs to take him easier. He watches you this time, easing forward in short movements a quarter inch at a time. Your slick eases the way and he finally seats himself, hips flush to yours.
It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every twitch of him hard and hot inside of you. It’s scorching, almost uncomfortably so, but you can’t get enough. Soon the pain fades and you clutch your knees to his hips, arching your back to take him deeper. He growls when you do, tilting his head to bite against your neck.
It’s not gentle, not slow and rocking like you imagined it might be. No, it’s one hand over your mouth while he fucks you into the floor. You can feel his panting breath against your skin, hear the scrape of his knees on stone, smell the lingering scent of the chem he takes.
He arches over you, stilling suddenly and you feel a surge of disappointment. You knew it was likely this was how it would go - every bit of your education had been centered around your partner’s pleasure. Yet after last night you can’t help but feel like you’ve missed out, that this could have been so much better. He’d taken his time then, had seemed to enjoy getting you off.
“Not a peep,” he says lowly, eyes fixed somewhere over your head. You listen, so caught up in what was happening you had entirely missed the shuffling footsteps not ten feet away. Whatever it was was heavy, the ground rumbling beneath you.
Not thinking twice, you arch your back so you can tilt your head, trying to see what is happening. The movement causes the Cowboy to slip deeper inside of you and he hisses. The hand on your mouth goes to your throat, almost slamming you back to the floor and holding you there while he glares down at you. 
He hadn’t finished after all.
The warning look is all you get before he begins to move again - the new angle punching something delicious inside of you. It’s too slow, not enough to come, but you can feel it building even as the monster in the room roars. He fucks you like that until the deathclaw leaves - slow, almost angry thrusts that make your entire body rock. By the time he speeds up you can feel tears at the corners of your eyes, your hands clawing against his back.
“Please,” you whisper, eyes pleading, “please.”
He glances over your head then leans down, lips next to your ear. “You wanna come for me, darlin’? Squeeze that little pussy around my cock til I fill you up?” He snarls at the last word, shaking his head slightly and adjusting just a fraction.
It’s enough, you come with a strangled cry that he cuts off with a fist around your throat. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced, the edges of your vision going black as your body shudders beneath his. You hear him curse, feel him move, and then he splashes across your stomach and thighs.
It takes a moment for his grip to loosen, for him to let you take a gasping gulp of air and blink up at him with wide eyes. He looks just as dumbstruck, his lips parted and you can see his pink tongue run along his lower teeth. He leans down slowly, his eyes dropping to your lips…
You turn away.
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mixtape-racha · 2 years ago
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stupid for you | han jisung
you really shouldn't feed into your boyfriends perv-like tendancies, but how can you help it when he's just so pretty begging for you to touch him? // 18+, minors dni
words: 1.15k // warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, use of pet names, jisung and reader refer to himself as sir, jisung and reader refer to reader as mommy, light perv!jisung, somnophilia, switch!jisung, switch!reader, use of mommy, use of sir, cum talk, reader calls jisung dumb and disgusting (lovingly), slapping (once)
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“please, pretty baby, please please– i’ll beg all night if you want–”
jisung is such a whiny shit when he desperately wants something. which, with how obsessed he is with your body, is more often than you’d think. and god knows he looks good doing it.
which is why you’re in your current predicament - you straddling his bare waist, his hands pinned in place above his head, his hips jutting up into you as you glare at him.
“you can beg as much as you want, sung, but its not happening. you really think you deserve to fuck me after what you pulled earlier?”
he was really pulling out all the stops, jutting his lower lip out and putting on his prettiest puppy eyes. you think you can see tears welling up too. fuck.
“but angel, i couldn’t help it! you know i’d never be bad on purpose.”
“jisung, all you know is being bad. those were brand new underwear, and you know that because you were there when i got them. but still, something in your silly little brain thought it’d be a good idea to use them to get yourself off, huh?”
your grip on his wrists tightened, and you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched when he whimpered and shook his head frantically.
“no, mommy please, i’m–”
“i swear to god if you say sorry one more time i’m going to stuff that big mouth, got it? I don’t wanna hear another noise from you. we both know you wanted to get caught, or you wouldn’t have paraded yourself around while my panties sat here covered in your cum, would they? honestly, pup, you’re dumb and disgusting, but you’re not that stupid.”
jisung’s eyes glazed over and his cock twitched behind you at your words, and you knew deep down you couldn’t keep it up much longer. he was just too cute.
your next words sparked a world of excitement behind his eyes, and he drooled as you kissed him harshly - all teeth and spit.
“mommy’s gonna suck you dry now, baby. but if you move, or make any noise, you’re not cumming for the next week.”
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“fuck baby, stay still. you feel so good like that.”
you whined, sleep falling away from you fast and not understanding why your body felt like it was rocking, as if you were on a boat.
“sungie, wha–?”
oh. that’s what the rocking was. jisung’s cock was rutting gently between your thighs, and he’d somehow manhandled your sleep-shorts and panties so they were sitting by your knees.
“sung, what’s goin’ on?” you mumbled, voice croaky from sleep and lack of use.
he grunted, hips still rocking, stomach bumping your ass from the position you were in.
“jus’ looked so good there, doll. whinin’ in your sleep for me. almost like you love the way i perv on you. makes you almost as disgusting as me, huh?”
his words threw you, with the sleepiness still washing over you, your head going fuzzy.
“no. m’good girl. jus’ wanna make sungie feel good.” your brow furrowed as his hips sped up.
“so good just laying there for me ready to use. sleeping in such revealing clothes. makes it so easy for me, angel face.”
“wanna touch, sung. please~”
his groans grew louder, hot breath fanning all over your neck from where he lay behind you.
“god, yeah, baby. come touch, make your sungie feel good.”
what he wasn’t expected was for you to crawl under the duvet and wrap your warm lips around his cockhead. in fact, he could’ve came on the spot just from the way you huffed a breath of warm air through your nose, the sensation hitting his pubic bone with glee.
he threw the duvet off the bed, eyes fixed on the way you kitten-licked the tip, eyes still glazed over with tiredness. even in the dead of night, especially in the dead of night, you’d still feed into his fantasies like they were just as much your own. 
god, you were perfect.
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“all laid out so pretty for me, huh? good thing the guys have left now, wouldn’t want them seeing you be such a slut, would we?”
you wanted to slap the smug look off of your boyfriend’s face, not even attempting to cover your naked body. it was all his fault anyway. the guys had all come over for a movie and games night - meaning there were seven other men in your living room - and your boyfriend thought it would be funny to rile you up under your blanket on the couch by rubbing your clit through your panties, hand delicately stuffed under your jogging bottoms.
he got you so close to an orgasm more times than you could count, then ripped his hand away, tuning into a conversation instead - ignoring all your attempts to drag him into the bathroom for a quickie to subdue the pull in your abdomen.
so, of course you pretended to have a migraine and stayed hidden in your bedroom instead, making yourself cum multiple times knowing it would piss him off more that he didn’t get to see the way your face twisted with pleasure each time. what else were you supposed to do?
“what’s the matter, baby? cat got your tongue?”
“fuck off.” you mumbled, eyes glued to the bedsheets from your position on your knees waiting for him.
“wanna repeat that, angel? and think carefully before you answer that.”
you couldn't bring yourself to look up, knowing the flash of anger that would be on his face. he hated it when you got an attitude with him. maybe thats why you enjoyed it so much.
“you’re so annoying, jisung. i almost think you want the guys to watch you fuck me at this point.”
slap. 
oh. 
slapping was a new thing in the bedroom with you and jisung, but you couldn’t deny the way you positively dripped at the burn on your cheek.
a fizz of anger waved over jisung’s face, and he gripped your chin, squishing your cheeks so your mouth opened.
“you really like winding me up, huh? you don’t get to talk about other men when you’re sitting here all pretty like that.”
god, he was absolutely throbbing in his pants, and it was so obvious where you were almost eye level with his cock. Drooling, you reached out for his waistband, looking up at him with a silent beg for permission.
“m’sorry, sir. jus’ wanna have you inside me, please!”
the way you were trembling under his touch, the tears in your eyes and drool dripping from you chin. the way you were rubbing your thighs together, jisung could almost guarantee there was a wet patch on the duvet underneath you now.
“you just wanna be stuffed with sir’s cock, huh baby? go so dumb, so fucking cockdrunk like always, yeah? well, i can’t deny you that now, can i?”
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apomaro-mellow · 6 months ago
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Whatever Stevie Wants
A sequel to Every Baby Needs a Daddy that is really just a Corroded King love-fest. Mostly fluff! Will there be drama? Still contemplating that. Stay tuned!
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Steve thought about the night he met Eddie. Cold, hungry, feeling pathetic. But he happened to spark up a conversation with an alpha in a bar that he vaguely recognized. And now…well, now he wasn’t cold. He was sitting on a very nice rocking chair with the AC at the perfect temperature. He wasn’t hungry. The kitchen was always fully stocked with whatever he might want. It had been since before he moved in but ever since he started getting pregnancy cravings, his pack made certain just about every food under the sun was available.
And it was hard to feel pathetic and unlovable when there were four men practically worshipping him everyday. The love in their home increased tenfold when the pups arrived. Violet Adams, born of him and Jeff Adams, and Vanessa Munson born of him and Eddie.
Violet was napping in a crib nearby while Steve held Vanessa to his chest. Eddie was sitting across from them, strumming his acoustic idly, making naptime feel all the more warm and fuzzy. Steve adjusted his hold on Vanessa, helping her to latch on properly. Eddie was strumming softly just across from them but he could always tell when he got too distracted. His hands would get slack on the strings. Steve didn’t even need to look up to know his jaw was in the same position too. But he did anyway. He liked his alpha looking longing.
“When’s it my turn?”, Eddie teased.
Steve shook his head but tried to keep his body still from disturbing his pup too much. “I think you’ve gotten plenty of turns.”
The moment Steve’s chest started to fill out from pregnancy, it was like Eddie had gotten a new toy. He wasn’t the only one in the pack that went crazy for his tits but he was the biggest culprit. 
Vanessa drank her fill and her eyelids got heavy now that her stomach was full. Steve put her in the crib on the opposite end of her sister. Once she was settled, he readjusted his shirt, covering himself up. Eddie swallowed in a way that wasn’t subtle at all. 
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Their days were filled with domestic bliss most of the time. Steve had experienced a bit of the limelight here and there but since they realized the twins were on the way he went out less. Now though, he was feeling the edges of cabin fever. He and his mates were able to go out to eat more often since Eddie’s Uncle Wayne and Jeff’s mother Beatrice moved in to help with the twins.
There was something so special to Steve about having three generations living under one roof. He almost wished his parents could be a part of it. He’d even sent them photographs of his daughters through the mail. They hadn’t said a word since he and Eddie were officially married and his name was changed from Harrington to Munson and they dropped the case against him.
It seemed like they wanted no part in his life and Steve wasn’t going to force them into it.
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It was close to evening when Steve found Eddie in the basement, writing while lounging in the home studio the band sometimes worked on. He crawled right on top of him and scented his alpha, purring as he got comfortable.
“Daddy.”
“Hey, baby.”
“Daddy, ‘m hungry.”
Eddie set the notebook and pencil down and rubbed Steve’s back. “And what does my baby wanna eat?”
About half an hour later, Steve was being hand-fed lobster by Eddie in a restaurant so exclusive, it felt like you needed a password to get in. Steve had started out using his own fork and knife to eat, but he let out one moan of pleasure at the food and Eddie started serving him personally.
“Tastes good, baby?”
“Mmm, so good.”
The wait staff was the kind that didn’t constantly come around the table and the lighting was on the low, romantic side. Just the right kind of atmosphere that Steve didn’t feel self conscious about the sounds he let out. There had been more than once when Steve felt like he was in danger of losing Eddie and the other’s interest. When he started getting heavy with pregnancy, only to have them adore his growing body.
When he finally gave birth and saw his parts of him now sagged and stretched, only for their gazes to still be in awe. It got to the point that Eddie wanted to use some of the pics from his maternity shoot on their next album.
And he only got more brazen with his shows of affection as time went on. One hand kept feeding Steve, sometimes licking away crumbs left on the corners of his mouth. The other hand was, innocently (at least at the moment), rubbing circles on his stomach.
“You really spoil me”, Steve said after swallowing his last bite.
“Sweet thing, not even this feels like enough”, Eddie confessed. His hand dipped further under the table, further down Steve’s body.
Steve spread his legs, even putting one in Eddie’s lap so that his mate could touch him more. Taking the advantage, Eddie expertly opened up his pants and it took very little coaxing to have Steve grinding against his hand. Eddie’s attention was held by his love’s enraptured expression, but then it moved down to the two dark dots forming on his shirt. 
“Fuck”, Eddie whispered, mouth watering as he imagined taking a tit in his mouth right now, draining Steve through the fabric.
Instead, he pulled his hand out of his pants, heart breaking on the whine it elicited but staying strong. Eddie shushed him gently and kissed his cheek.
“Let’s get you somewhere a little more comfortable.”
That ended up being the backseat of a car, a familiar in-between when either of them got too riled up for being in public and yet couldn’t wait until they got home. Steve straddled his alpha’s lap and started to unbutton his shirt. His nipples glistened in the moonlight and Eddie reached out reverently. 
He buried his face in Steve’s chest, scenting his sweetness there and then gave one of his nipples a lick, lapping at it and taking his time. Like an aperitif before the main dish. Only when Steve grabbed the back of his head, pushing him in more did he wrap his lips around and start to suck in earnest. 
Steve started to grind again, just like in the restaurant. But instead of getting off on Eddie’s fingers, he used his husband’s thigh, pressing down, feeling slick gush out and make him slide even more. Eddie was getting off on him, on the sweet milk that he made for their pups.
“Daddy, Daddy please”, Steve begged, though he wasn’t sure what for.
One of Eddie’s hands snaked up his back, doing his part to keep himself latched onto the beautiful breast in his mouth. The other went to his ass, spurring him on to keep going as he got closer to his climax. Eddie groaned against his skin, it was impossible to get enough. Not wanting to ignore the other one, he pulled off, licking his way to the other side of Steve’s chest and took that nipple into his mouth.
Steve’s pleas turned to wordless moaning as he ground down and suddenly he was seeing stars. His whole body shook as the waves of pleasure rocked through him and for a moment, he didn’t know where he was.
Eddie licked his lips. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you were in heat, sweetheart.”
The laugh Steve let out was shaky and breathless as he ran a hand through his hair. Every time felt like he was in heat. Every time one of them put their hands on him, Steve felt like a slave to desire. Was this what it was like to be in love? It must be.
“You take such good care of me, Daddy”, Steve said, arms coming around his shoulders.
“Course I do. You’re mine, Stevie. And I’m never letting you go.”
Part 2
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