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writerpeach · 4 years ago

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Lights & Cameras

Jeon Somi x Male Reader

5575 words

Categories: smut, daddy kink, rough sex, dirty talk

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Three hours. Endless outfit changes. Barely an hour for lunch.

Jeon Somi had done photo shoots before, both as part of a group and as a soloist, for commercials and for album covers, but she had never had the focus be on her just like this. Her beautiful face was going to be on the cover of a magazine for the very first time for the entire country to see.

It took countless people to make a magazine shoot run smoothly. Stylists, photographers, directors, makeup artists, interns, and a plethora of untold staff members whose titles were unbeknownst to you.

Somi’s first magazine shoot was exciting. If she was nervous, she hid it well, radiating confidence behind the camera as hundreds of flashes went off every second.

You had lost track of how many times you saw Somi disappearing from the set into her personal dressing room, reemerging in an outfit that either tantalized or confused you. Each ensemble brought out several emotions and at least one change that left you scratching your head.

Fashion never made sense.

There wasn’t a moment behind the cameras that Somi wasn’t swarmed by staff - fixing her hair, touching up makeup, and preparing her for the next set of blinding lights. Somi basked in it all, she loved the attention and loved every moment of being in the spotlight.

You weren’t hired by anyone, yet had one of the most important jobs in the building.

Your job was just to be there. You were a familiar face to the gorgeous young model, keeping the couch warm in the first-story studio where you could be seen at all times when Somi felt a pit in her stomach from being overwhelmed.

One look into your eyes across the distance brought a bright smile to Somi’s lipstick painted lips, one that melted you like a hot summer’s day.

Another outfit change. One more shade of lipstick applied to her lips, her cheeks now a shade of pink instead of red. The fumes of hairspray lingered in the air as her dark big brim hat was swapped out by a simple white ball cap and blue sunglasses.

Truth be told, Somi could make any outfit look good. Whether it be tall high heels that almost made her trip, short skirts that showed off her amazing legs, or puffy coats that she looked adorable in, anything and everything looked great on Somi. You’re pretty sure she could make an astronaut’s spacesuit look sexy.

Somi loved dressing up, wearing expensive clothes and outfits she only dreamed about, each time she was presented with something new feeling giddier than a kid in a candy store.

This outfit you particularly liked on Somi, a rather long green dress that almost touched the ground, perfect for summertime. At first glimpse it seemed to cover her up, the sacrifice worth it as it did a terrific job of hugging her body nicely, leaving her shoulders bare and just a tease of her exposed back.

The best part of her fancy dress was how good her tits looked in it. Her wide hips were plainly visible, curves everywhere and outlining her delicious backside, the perfect woman.

Four hours in, Somi's energy level was just as high as at the start. Perhaps it was your company, or the high of her first solo photo shoot that kept her spirits lifted, filling her tank to get her through the rest of the day.

Bright lights went off again as Somi rotated through a myriad of poses, from sensual, to serious, to downright goofy, conveying a multitude of expressions that seemed to please the director.

Somi was a natural, the camera was in love with her and the feeling was mutual. You couldn’t hear her cute voice over the constant shutter sounds of the camera drowning out her playful laughter, but you knew she was having the time of her life.

Sitting there for hours at a time might have been dull as a spectator, but not so much as you loved watching Somi in different outfits and different styles of makeup. She stepped back into the dazzling lights appearing as an almost completely different person.

The brightly lit set became flooded with staff again. Somi was handed a bottle of water to her left, while on her right someone wiped her brow carefully with a white towel, heading out of view as if that were their only job.

“Thirty minute break!”

An echoing voice from the director rattled the walls as a much needed break was called. Somi was filled to the brim with unlimited energy as she headed to catering and you followed in her footsteps.

The catering table was surrounded in no time flat, trays of pastries and sweets spread out, an assortment of fruits and cheeses, sandwiches and skewered meats all made up a fantastic spread.

“Oh my god, I’m starving,” Somi said as she picked up a plate, stuffing it as high as she could, not even bothering to take a seat as she stuffed her face, forgoing the image she was portraying as a model as soon as she took her first bite.

“What do you think so far?” Somi asked as she found you, mumbling her words as she talked with her mouth full as she approached your position.

“You must be bored out of your mind.”

You shook your head and smiled. “I don’t mind. You look cute wearing all these outfits.”

“Which one was your favorite?” she asked, practically inhaling a bite of strawberry cheesecake.

“I liked the pink dress. And the white top with the jeans. This dress looks really nice on you too,” you said, trying your best not to stare at her chest while dozens of eyes were on you.

“I like it too. It’s light and comfortable and I can move around in it freely. Some of those other dresses I could barely walk in,” she said, annoyed.

Somi waited for a handful of staff members to pass by, exchanging polite bows and smiling as they headed off with equally filled plates.

“I want you to take it off me,” she whispered, flashing a mischievous smile, one that had you seen before.

“You want me to help you change?”

Somi shook her head cutely, keeping her lips pressed close enough to your ear that you could feel her hot breath nuzzling your earlobe.

“I want you to fuck me in this dress, daddy.”

Thankfully nobody was in earshot.

“It’s going to be several more hours before I’m finished shooting. There’s a spare dressing room in the back that nobody is using...” she playfully said, her expression the same as when she tried to convince you her vibrator was a neck massager.

“You’re bad, Somi,” you said, her gaze agreeing with you as you stared into each other’s eyes as if you were wondering what you were about to get into.

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Lead the way. I’ll stay a few steps behind you.”

Somi nodded gleefully, putting her half finished food down on the nearest table.

“I’ll uh, be back. I think something I ate didn’t agree with me,” she announced, letting the staff know she wasn’t going to be available for the time being.

If your calculations were correct the break was called about ten minutes ago, leaving you with twenty minutes left, yet also Somi leaving herself an excuse if extra time was needed.

But twenty minutes was more than enough time for what you wanted to do to her.

You carefully followed Somi, taking care to leave additional space in trailing her as you weaved through makeup tables and desks full of equipment, disappearing behind the set as your heart raced at what was about to happen.

“Come on,” she said, waving you down a long dark corridor and looking behind her as she took purposeful steps. Shortly after, she opened a door and stepped inside, ushering you in as the two of you looked around, making sure the coast was clear before entering.

Somi entered first, locking the door behind you as her lips smirked. She placed her hat and sunglasses on a nearby countertop, ruffling her hair messily.

“You’re so naughty, Somi.”

“Am I? What are you going to do with me?” she asked, putting her arms behind her back.

Stepping closer, you moved her hair out of her neck, planting your lips on her soft skin and sucked for several seconds, careful not to leave a mark. You took each of her dress straps in your fingertips, playing with them as you looked deeply into her eyes.

She stared back as if to say do it as you pulled the top of her dress down to her waist in one swift movement, exposing her full supple breasts as they bounced freely. You kissed up her stomach, marking her soft skin with your mouth until you reached her large heavy breasts, practically drooling all over her chest.

It was regretful that you couldn’t spend the entire hour worshipping her perfect tits, lips closing around a sensitive nipple that had already hardened as you latched on, sucking gently while you squeezed her free breast.

“F-fuck, daddy,” Somi moaned, as you took your time in sucking her tits, enjoying the sounds of satisfaction she released as your lips wrapped around each of her nipples, covering them in your saliva.

You loved Somi’s huge breasts as much as you loved breathing, the threat of a deadline hovering over her almost didn’t deter as you devoured her breasts.

Your pants tightened as you alternated breasts, slurping loudly and slicking up her stiff pink nipples with your tongue, leaving them swollen and doused in drool as you gave equal attention.

“I wish I could suck these all day,” you said, giving a disappointed look as you kept your focus on her beautiful tits, squeezing and kneading them, never wanting to leave your hands from them.

“I want you to do just more than suck them, daddy,” Somi said, moaning at your touch. You simply couldn’t get enough of her delicious tits, biting her swollen nipples as she whined and threw her head back.

Somi’s attention shifted to the bulge in your pants, and without another word she lowered to her knees and began to undo your pants. Her needy hands cupped your crotch, giving a firm squeeze.

She looked up for a second before she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your thin boxers, yanking them down with power and unleashing your stiff erection as her eyes widened, her lips smiling hungrily.

Her gaze never broke as she rubbed your leaking tip on her stiff nipples, spreading precum on and using your shaft to slap her large breasts with your cock. Somi loved getting your hungry shaft ready for what she was about to do, but no amount of work would ever truly prepare you for what was next.

Somi opened her mouth without a word, spitting on your shaft several times and stroked your cock furiously, lubricating you nicely with her own saliva. She took control of your shaft, placing it in the comfort of her pillowy soft breasts, trapping it as you moaned at the warmth enveloping your hard shaft.

Her chest began moving slowly, massaging your throbbing shaft and causing a torrent of pleasure as she created orgasmic friction, causing your shaft to twitch. Your cock had no chance to escape, surrounded by flesh that wrapped around it, causing your breath to be taken away as several sensations flooded your body.

Somi had the biggest grin on her face as she squeezed her tits around your cock firmly, using her hands to cup them and make sure you weren’t going anywhere besides her abundant cleavage.

“How does it feel daddy? You love fucking my big tits, don’t you?” she pointlessly asked, picking up the pace just enough to drive you wild with intoxicating pleasure. Your eyes were glued to her huge tits, watching your cock disappearing, every inch of throbbing flesh being swallowed up by her lubricated cleavage.

“Fuck yes, baby. It feels so damn good,” you replied, matching her rhythm and helping pump your shaft in between her tits, so much warm flesh hugging you tight that never wanted to let you go.

You couldn’t help but moan freely at the intense pleasure. You loved the way your leaking cock felt snuggled in between her cleavage, you wanted it to stay there forever. Her breasts felt so soft, softer than silk as you thrusted endlessly, savoring every moment of ecstasy.

Somi loved the feeling of your hard cock trapped between her sizable tits just as much as you did, trying to lick the sensitive head of your cock when it showed itself again, adding additional spikes of pleasure each time she succeeded.

You were more than content to keep this up, keep the incredible pleasure going until you couldn’t take anymore, but things were just getting started.

“Daddy…” Somi whined, moving her breasts up and down as you thrusted in her deep suffocating cleavage.

“What is it, baby?”

“I want to suck your cock. I’m still hungry,” she said, anxiously waiting for permission.

“So suck my cock.”

Somi gave an ear to ear grin as you pumped yourself in between her chest a handful more times as she slowly let your cock slip out of her tits, rubbing it between her wet cleavage. Her delicate small hand wrapped around your shaft, throbbing at her touch as she stroked your cock up and down gently from base to tip.

"You're so hard, daddy,” Somi hummed, pumping your shaft and squeezing it tighter as you leaked over her slender fingers, giving your shaft a single solitary lick from base to tip, proudly tasting your precum.

“So yummy,” she said, giving repeated licks of your cock, teasing the sensitive underside of your shaft, causing more fluids to leak out of your slit.

You would have loved Somi to spend more time teasing your cock, but time was of the essence here. She planted a soft wet kiss on your swollen tip, followed by another, kissing up and down your throbbing shaft and leaving her lips everywhere she could.

“This is much better than our catering,” Somi giggled, her voice full of desire and need, her wet tongue roaming every inch of your shaft. She pressed her lips on your flesh for one more deep kiss, causing a loud smacking sound to escape.

Her beautiful lips parted as the head of your cock disappeared inside her mouth, Somi sucking ever so softly on your tip and nothing more, causing you to groan softly at the intense sudden pleasure.

“Fuck, baby…”

Nothing ever matched the way Somi sucked your cock. Her small soft lips wrapped tightly around your cock, staring intently at you as her cheeks hollowed, applying the perfect amount of suction. Her mouth felt incredible, warm and wet in all the right ways. She took you deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down in a short rhythm and as she held her gaze.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, scrambling for something to anchor yourself to. Thankfully you were inches away from the nearest countertop, finding the edge and gripping it tightly as Somi pleasured your cock expertly.

“I love sucking your cock so much, daddy,” Somi said as she lowered her head, nudging her nose against the base of your cock as she gave a few teasing licks on your tender balls.

“I love the way I can feel it throbbing inside my mouth. I love the way it tastes, it makes me so fucking wet, daddy.”

Somi’s filthy words aroused you even more as she dove her mouth onto your sensitive balls, tenderly sucking on them individually with just as much hunger. She kept a tight grip on your cock, giving slow strokes that accentuated your pleasure until your balls were doused in her warm saliva.

The combination of pleasure made you groan endlessly as she withdrew her lips from your balls after a few loud slurps, carefully fondling them.

“They feel so full. Is all this cum for me, daddy?” she asked, returning her focus to pleasuring your shaft, spitting on it several times and stroking it.

“Every last drop. They’re ready to be drained, baby.”

“I can’t wait, I want a nice big load inside me, daddy.”

Somi gave an approving smile, taking you back in the comfort of her wet mouth and sucking you off loud and wetly, lips almost to the very base of your shaft and leaving a glistening trail of saliva that followed.

Given the circumstances Somi wasn’t able to take her time with much regret. In a matter of moments she was furiously bobbing her head and taking every inch, letting out a shallow gag with every few strokes. She never quite conquered her gag reflex but didn’t seem bothered, she was just happy with every second her throat was filled.

Somi poured all her energy into giving you such a mind-numbing blowjob, moving her lips from tip to base, spilling saliva out of her mouth, covering your shaft in it. Her lips rested at the end of your shaft as her cute nose pressed against your stomach, smiling with a mouth full of a cock.

She came up for air, saliva dripping down her chin that she didn’t bother to wipe, her expression lust-filled.

“Fuck my face if you want,” she invited, taking your shaft and smacking herself in the face with it, rubbing it on her cheeks and lustfully grinning.

“I’d hate to ruin your makeup,” you replied, the one and only time you had that concern. Somi’s expression was full of disappointment, her smile fading and forming a pout.

“That’s the point,” she said, matter-of-factly. “My makeup artist can fix it later. She gets paid too fucking much anyways.”

Well, that settled that. Somi went back to slobbering on your cock as you placed your hands on both sides of her head, running your fingers through strands of hair and started thrusting inside her pretty mouth.

Consequences be damned, you were going to fulfill Somi’s wishes and desires, thrusting your hips back and forth and sliding every inch of your shaft down her tight warm throat.

Satisfied grunts and moans escaped your lips as you used Somi’s mouth for your pleasure, gagging her with your length as you struck the back of her throat to the point of tears from your forceful use, only encouraging you to give harsher thrusts.

“If only everyone knew what I was doing to you,” you said as Somi kept her mouth wide open for you as you furiously fucked her gorgeous face, slapping your full balls against her chin as she held onto your thighs and slurped hungrily.

“I bet that director had no idea what a cock-hungry little slut he hired did he?” you said, using Somi’s mouth as your personal toy, the constant sounds of gags and erotic slurps filling the small room as your pleasure sky-rocketed.

“Or your stylist unnie, she has no idea her cute innocent model loves choking on cock does she?”

Somi hummed around your cock in satisfaction, the vibration spiking your pleasure as you forced your cock down her throat, streaks of mascara starting to run and drip down her face.

Her makeup artist would certainly have her work cut out for her.

That wasn’t enough for you as you thrusted harder down her throat, slamming every inch nonstop without mercy, drool spilling out of her mouth and dripping onto her beautiful exposed tits as she choked and gagged on your needy cock.

“Take it all, baby,” you growled, holding the back of her head firmly against your crotch, not

caring if she could breathe or not. You desperately wanted to fill her messy warm mouth with cum, coating the back of her throat with it, but that dress looked so fucking sexy on her and you had other plans.

Instead, you savored the intoxicating warmth of her mouth for a few more thrusts, slowly withdrawing your drool-covered shaft as several lines of messy wet spit ejected from her lips, connecting to your swollen tip.

Somi gasped for air, rubbing her drool-covered face all over your wet shaft as she got the treatment she deserved, gargling the leftover saliva and spitting it onto your already drenched shaft.

You smirked at what you saw, once perfectly brushed hair was disheveled and out of place. Her eyes were still filled with tears, whatever leftover mascara she had staining her cheeks, drool glistening on her chin and her chest, an absolutely beautiful mess.

If only her staff could see her like this.

“Was I a good little slut, daddy?”

You nodded proudly and grabbed her dainty wrists and gently helped her to her feet, sharing intense eye contact as you kept the anticipation in the air high.

“I want to fucking ruin you,” you said, squeezing her breasts again, the drool coated on them making them glistening in the lights.

“Do it, please. Fuck me like the whore I am, daddy,” Somi begged, flashing the deepest set of fuck me eyes you had ever seen. You had gotten this far without getting caught, there was no reason to stop.

The dressing room was small with just two countertops, mirrors resting on top of each one waist high, used beauty products still scattered on both surfaces.

There weren’t that many options, no chairs in sight and the floor looked dirty and unkempt as it most likely hadn’t been touched in months if not longer. The counters provided ample space, but not enough for what you needed.

Somi looked at her designer watch she still had kept left on, and you saw you had ten minutes left before they would be looking for her. Plenty of time.

“How do you want it, baby?” you asked as you hiked her green dress up, surprised to see she had on a dark pair of blue panties for once.

“I don’t care, daddy, as long as you’re rough with me,” she said, biting her lip. You couldn’t help but smirk, roaming her tight body with her hands as you gripped her wide hips, harshly spinning her around as she gasped in delight.

“P-please, daddy. I need you. I need to be fucked so bad,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and bright. You kissed her bare shoulders, planting your lips behind her neck and whispered into her ear.

“I want you to watch me ravaging your pretty little cunt, baby.”

Somi dripped between her thighs and her muscles tensed up as you slid her skimpy thong to the side, exposing her gorgeous pussy to you, pink flesh dripping with arousal.

“O-of course, daddy,” Somi said, bending over the makeup countertop, sticking her plump round ass out and placing her palms flat on the surface, ready and willing to be taken right there.

Had there not been time restraints placed, you would have loved to make her beg and tease her pussy until she was as needy as could be, but unfortunately that wasn’t an option right now.

You spread her long legs, grabbing your throbbing shaft and rubbing her aching sensitive clit, pressing it against Somi’s hot wet flesh as she looked back, eyes full of desire.

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me like a whore.”

You didn’t hesitate for a second and pushed yourself in deep, her warmth suffocating you as you sank inside every inch of hot flesh, her cunt clenching hard as she moaned loudly. You didn’t waste time, thrusting immediately without any build-up, harshly gripping her hips as you began fucking her tight body from behind.

“Oh my god, daddy,” Somi moaned, her erotic expression visible in the mirror. Your rhythm was frantic from the very start, pistoning your hips and smacking them against her beautiful ass, causing her cheeks to ripple with every stroke.

“Such a tight little whore aren’t you? You like your pretty pussy stretched like this, baby?”

“Y-yes, daddy! You’re so fucking big, pound me daddy, pound me with your big fucking cock.”

“I’d fucking love to,” you replied, grabbing a rough handful of hair and wrapping your fingers around it, forming a ponytail and yanking back hard on it, tugging her head back. Her pussy clenched as she looked directly into the mirror, her eyes barely able to keep open as her mouth let out nothing but needy moans.

“Watch yourself, baby. Watch what I’m going to do to my pretty little cumslut.”

“Y-yes, daddy. R-ruin my pussy, please. Fuck my tight little hole until you blow your load in it!”

Somi’s filthy mouth only served to bring out your carnal desires, increasing your pace rapidly as you slammed her body against the counter, causing her back to arch perfectly as she screamed in delight. You really hoped the dressing room was far enough away from the rest of the staff to not be heard, but at this point you didn’t give a shit if they were listening right outside the door.

“F-fuck me harder daddy, p-please fuck me like the naughty whore I am!”

Your strong grip tightened on her hips, firmly pressing both thumbs into her toned back hard enough that you’re pretty sure was going to leave a bruising mark, one of the myriad of things Somi was going to have to figure out how to explain.

“Treat me like your pretty little fucktoy and break me!”

You watched intently in the mirror in front of you as Somi’s expressive features grew more contorted by the second, her lips only able to form breathless whiny moans and several strings of profanity.

Her pussy tightened to the point of almost causing pain, your shaft being lubricated thoroughly by her abundant slick that dripped down her thighs as you gave it your all, watching her breasts bouncing in the mirror in a way that hypnotized you into a trance.

“Choke me, daddy. Please, fucking choke your whore,” Somi said, as you seemed to be taken aback by every new sentence that left her lips.

You didn’t know what had gotten into her, but you didn’t have time to care as you dropped the bundle of hair you had, bringing the same hand to the front of her body, fondling one of her breasts before finding her warm, soft neck and wrapping your fingers around her throat and giving a gentle squeeze.

“More,” she demanded, and placed her small hand on the back of your own, increasing the pressure as she felt more airflow being restricted, thriving off the feeling she felt.

Somi’s dripping hot pussy pulsated wildly as you pumped into her, keeping a hand on her delicate throat as you looked at the sight in the mirror, something you’d never forget. Her chosen dress barely still on, mascara stains still visible underneath her eyes, her breasts bouncing deliciously with every rock of your hips as you choked her.

Somi kept her eyes focused straight ahead and loved every second of it.

It was hard to remember where you were, that this was still a designated break for Somi and that she would still have to return to work in a few short moments. Yet, you continued to pound into her tight cunt, giving such powerful hard thrusts she was liable to forget her own name.

“God, you’re so fucking deep inside my tight little pussy. Don’t stop fucking me, daddy, use me until you’re done with me!” Somi said, her words becoming an unrecognizable slur that all ran together.

Her warm wet walls grew wetter the harder you drilled her as the room became an orchestra of pleasure - the wet squelch of her pussy, harsh sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, and the constant rising volume of her loud needy moans and gasps, every second that went by without a knock on the door caused a sense of relief.

That satisfying smack of flesh grew louder and louder as you released your grip on her throat. earning a whimpering moan. Your hands weren’t kept idle as you grabbed Somi’s arms and pulled them back, gripping her wrists as her back arched even more, hammering into her pussy with as much energy as you could exert.

“Oh f-fuck, daddy! D-don’t stop, don’t stop fucking your slutty little whore!” Somi said, her clouded eyes barely able to watch herself in the mirror as you saw her vacant stare. You used her slender arms as handles to fuck her senseless, feeling her gripping pussy squeezing the life out of your cock as it pulsated wildly as the stale air in the small tight room grew hotter.

“I’m going t-to cum, daddy! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, daddy-”

Somi didn’t even have time to finish her sentence, her body already trembling, her held back arms shaking as her pussy tightened even more. Her hips bucked, toes curling into her expensive heels as she shrieked, juices flooding out of her cunt as she came the hardest she had in some time.

You didn’t let up, not that she would have wanted you to as you fucked her through her intense orgasm, pounding away and maintaining the same breakneck pace, harsh stroke after harsh stroke into her heat.

Somi's constantly clenching pussy sent tingles up your spine, and you weren't that far off from your own release if the aching tightness in your balls was anything to go by.

"I'm gonna fucking fill your needy cunt with cum, baby," you hissed, not asking for permission, hooking her arms and bringing her body upright until her back was pressing against your chest, making sure she wasn't going anywhere.

"P-please cum inside me, daddy. Cum inside your filthy little whore! Please, daddy, dump your huge thick load inside my slutty wet pussy, please!"

You loved using Somi like this, her pussy begging for cum as you railed her without mercy, the use of her arms taken from her and nothing to hold on to and at your mercy, taking every thrust into her body and pleading for more. You watched her lustful expression in the mirror as her breasts never stopped bouncing, chasing that sweet release you both desperately wanted.

It wouldn't be much longer now, your hips smacking harshly against her ass as her cunt was fucked so hard she would definitely have trouble not only walking out of her but for the next few days. Savoring every thrust into Somi’s tight warm body, you never let up, keeping the pace as fast your limbs allowed you to move until you finally were pushed over the edge.

“I’m fucking cumming!”

It took less than a handful of thrusts as you buried yourself in Somi’s wet warmth, groaning loudly as you spilled your seed deep into her cunt, throbbing with each shot of hot cum that you emptied into her inviting body, filling her to the absolute brim.

You used the last remaining energy in your body, hips tiredly working until you had no more to deposit in her. Thoroughly drained you never stopped thrusting, trying to fuck your hot deep as it possibly could go, spilling every drop into her womb.

Your moments slowed down little by little until they halted completely as you released her arms as she collapsed against the counter, both of you spent, filled with fatigue and gasping for air, an equally exhausted mess of bodies.

You rested inside her for one final moment, wanting to savor her smothering warmth for as long as possible as you gave her ass a quick smack and slowly pulled out, a flowing stream of thick semen dripping out of her roughly used pussy, staining her beautiful thighs.

“H-holy shit, d-daddy, you fucked me so well,” she said, her words trembling as you slid her thong back in place and pulled her dress down as she turned around to face you.”

“You asked me to.”

“I’m going to be so sore,” Somi smiled as she leaned in and kissed your lips, her bare breasts pressing against your chest.

Your breathing resumed gradually as you wiped the sweat off your brow. You wanted to say something but were rudely interrupted by a voice from the intercom.

“Jeon Somi to the set please!”

The two of you frowned as Somi took one more step, lips locking on to yours deeply, gasping for air as they withdrew.

“You really made me a mess, daddy,” she said proudly, as she pulled her top back up, trying to fix her hair as best as she could.

“I better get cleaned up. Fuck me again after I finish up?”

“Of course, baby.”

She kissed you on the cheek as she made her exit, walking gingerly and taking slow, tired steps out of the room.

You felt a little guilty that her staff would have to put in so much extra work, but that was their problem not yours. The fact that your load would be dripping out of her for the rest of the photo shoot, just the thought putting a smirk on your face.

You pulled your pants back up, stopping by the nearest bathroom to try and fix your hair, freshening yourself up before heading back.

Somi had a lot of explaining to do.

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 3 years ago

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How about either Steve or Bucky with a big fat ass?

Brain instantly said STEVE.

(Steve like this Steve in @namjoonscutetummy 's art here)

Steve because as much as I think you (and me too) would expect him to pack on weight like a football linebacker, a nice layer of fat all over his thick muscles, rounding him out and making him look, not fat, but husky, if he didn't... if Steve didn't get big all over at first - like a tank - then get a beer gut and just look a little chunky, a little like a wasted athlete, but instead got a beer gut and JUICY THIGHS and this FAT ASS- he'd be so embarrassed.

It just wouldn't be what you would think he would look like fat.

He would go from being peak masculinity, broad shoulders, rock-hard chest, muscular arms, narrow waist, and strong jaw, to thick and juicy in a way that's normally seen as "feminine"... fat, curvy thighs, a thick ass that strains the seat of his sweatpants, a plush middle, love-handles that strain his shirts tight like his shoulders do (even before they were rounded with fat and just muscular). It would embarrass him. It would shock him. He wouldn't have expected his body to look like this. Turn into this.

Bucky too. He's shocked. Jaw on the floor.

Bucky would be giddy and so aroused that he could faint the first time Steve is trying to pull his jeans up and he's doing the jump-jiggle, trying-to-worm-my-too-tight-jeans-up-my-legs dance and he rips the belt loops off his pants.

Those jeans, long-forgotten over a stretch of recovering from an injury (maybe this is captain america Steve? Maybe this is pro-athlete Steve taking a season off because of said injury?? What do we think?), hadn't even made it h a l f w a y up his fat thighs. And if they had, they woulda got stuck right under his ass. Its way too big to fit into those old jeans.

The first time it happens is not the last time it happens.

Unbeta'd as always, warnings for: humiliation play, teasing, consensual fat shaming, tight clothes, feminization, role play, daddy kink, etc.

Next time, Steve already has his jeans on (this a newly bought pair) and it's not that he can't get them on. He can't get them off. They're painted on. He took his stretched out, barely holding on belt off easy. But he undid the zipper and buttons without any problems, bursting out of his clothes like biscuits dough from a can. And he requests that Bucky help him get them off. He grunts and pants as Bucky tries to heave them off of him.

Bucky jokes that they'll have to cut them off of him and Steve turns bright red. The task of getting his jeans off becomes even harder after that. They get tighter. Because Steve goes from half hard, aroused by the struggle and Bucky's hands on him to fully hard. The idea of being so fat that his jeans have to be cut out of them... it's too much.

Bucky manages to peel his jeans down - with quite a few seams popping - and Steve stops him from continuing, begging for Bucky's mouth on his swollen, engorged cock. He needs help there more. Please.

The second time is not the last time.

Steve is much more prone to sweats after that. He's a growing boy and he's going so fast that he just stays in his sized up, and then sized up, and sized up again sweatpants.

Once. After a weekend of pigging out [affectionate- Bucky's insistence of loving seeing him grow, his ass and thighs spreading more and more seemingly by the hour, pushing him along] Steve gets up with no troubles. He goes to the bathroom, fat hips and ass moving as he walks through their house. And comes back to the couch, stopping only to snag another snack on the way. As he sits down to start munching...

Riiiiip

There goes the seam of his sweats over his ass.

Steve reaches back to touch, cheeks on fire in such a way that it drips into the rest of his nerves- setting all of him on fire. His cock stirrs in his now ass-less sweatpants.

Oh.

Bucky, sitting in the armchair in the same room, snaps his gaze to him. Visibly squirming in his seat from arousal.

Steve moves to stand up again and the rip gets worse. "Oops-" he chokes, unknowing what to say. What to do. He freezes where he's standing, his big ass hanging out of his clothes.

Bucky prowls over to his big, fat boyfriend.

"Shit, baby-" he growls, unable to help the way his voice drops in registers. He's so into this "-four pairs of jeans, out growin' and rippin'- fuckin' destroyin' your jeans with your fat ass, big thighs, and expanding waist," Bucky squeezes all of the aforementioned places on his body, filthy, groping him, "and now your sweats too? How's it feel to grow out of your biggest fucking clothes?" Bucky is salivating. Steve is about to burst into flames, unbearably into this too. "Does it feel good? Does growin' feel good? Givin' into your inner glutton to expand?"

Steve moans, collapsing in a little, leaning more of his heavy weight onto Bucky's lean frame. He's a little lightheaded, he's so hard.

"Yeah," Bucky agrees. "Yeah, I bet it feels good. It feels so good."

It does. It really does, Steve thinks. But he can't talk. Standing here, getting groped, handled like a fat pig by a farmer. The prized possession. The biggest, largest around.

"But what am I gonna do with you? Can't take you out in public without clothes but the way you're growing you're not gonna fit in any clothes! Pretty fuckin' soon. Hmm..." he pauses, "oh, I know. I know what we're gonna do- I'm gonna get you a skirt, baby doll."

Steve snaps up straighter. He doesn't know why... but the idea and the even more turned on grovel of Buckys voice makes him so hard that it's hard to focus on any further words. He doesn't know why just the idea of the shame of being put into a skirt turns him on so fucking much. It just does.

"You wanna be pretty in a skirt for me, Stevie?" He nods, moaning breathily. Bucky pushes more, "you got curves like a pretty girl now, you know that? This fat ass" he pinches him, hard, "and these chunky thighs," again, he grabs a handful of his fat. Steve might be dreaming. "You don't gotta wasp-waist contrastin' these hips and tits but it's all good. I like my dames thick and full-figured anyhow... I want 'em too heavy for me to sling over my shoulder, an' goddamn-" Bucky all but growls, no words come out for a moment. Just arousal in the form of a sound. Then-

"'M gonna get you a skirt so you don't gotta worry about bustin' at the seams or about your thighs rubbin' holes on the insides of your jeans. All you'll have to worry about is growin' and growin' and growin' until your ass, this fat fucking ass-" Bucky spanks him hard enough for Steve to whimper, he can feel his blood pressure raising, so hot for this "-hangs out the bottom of it. Especially when you bend over, baby girl."

Steve shudders, head to toe.

"Oh, when you bend over to eat outta the lower cabinets, getting some more snacks, and that ass and those thighs hang out... I'm gonna fuck this pussy-" Bucky forces his hand between Steve's round cheeks to rub at his little hole and Steve whines "-stupid while you do what you know best..."

Steve might as well be laying on a marry-go-round with how fast his head is spinning.

"You're gonna eat and eat and eat. Stuff your face while I stuff your pussy, you glutton." Bucky says the mean nickname while he kisses Steve's flaming hot cheek, smacking. It sends shivers down his spine. Yes. Please.

"My growing glutton. Bottom heavy and gettin' heavier," Bucky growls the last words, biting his shoulder, grinding a little against him. Like he can't control himself any longer.

And there is an inferno burning in Steve, he wants Bucky in him now, but also-? All this talk about food..? It makes Steve whimper, "Bucky?"

"Yeah, baby girl?" he rumbles, smacking his ass to hear him gasp again. Drunk on this sudden role play. This sudden energy.

"'M hungry-" Bucky is the one to moan now, but Steve isn't done. He goes in for the kill, blushing so hard he might die, and saying, "-I'm too hungry now, so, can you fuck m-my... my pussy later? I want you in me when I'm too full to move. On my back and full enough to pop. Then I want more, Daddy."

Bucky is gonna fucking collapse.

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hyunjilicious · 4 years ago

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fwb [s. stan/c. evans/h.cavill]

A/n: DO NOT ask me why I wrote this. I have no idea why I did this to myself, but I thought I’d share anyway!

Summary: no matter how you put it, a catching feelings while you’re in a fwb relationship isn’t good! (SMUT, FLUFF, angst?) 9.2k

Warnings: threesome, dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, slapping, daddy kink, size kink, degradation, humiliation, oral, pain kink (+/- some dubcon), submission, cum play... issa lot ok? don’t read if any of these make you uncomfortable!! 18+

This is a standalone fic, and not part of any series. However, come talk to me about it, please!! Tell me what you thought!! And don’t forget to reblog in case you enjoyed it!!

"Last question-" the interviewer announced. She turned around the papers in her lap and placed them to the side, before she intertwined her fingers and looked up at you with a devious grin on her lips. "I have to ask this, Y/n. We all need to know, who's your favorite? Superman or Captain America?"

Of course you couldn't help but chuckle, shaking your head at the question she came up with. It was fair to assume you hadn't been asked this before for the sole purpose of avoiding a scene, but the lady standing in front of you seemed overly pleased with herself. Unlike Henry and Chris, who were seated on either side of you. Even if you didn't actually turn to look at them, you could feel their glares throw daggers. Anticipation floated in the room, and judging by the way they just softly chuckled or refrained from making any kind of comment, you knew how anxiously they were awaiting your answer.

"I-" you said, before bursting into laughter.

"Even I would choose Superman," Chris joined in, placing a hand on his chest for emphasis. "Dude's got X-ray vision. He's faster than light, he can fly. He's the real deal" he raised his palms, ready to accept his defeat.

"See-?" Henry butted in, and you giggled, more to yourself, at the game they started playing. You knew very well it was nothing but a big, fat, obvious trap. "Superman's got all of those, but Captain America still manages to save the world time and time again, without superpowers. I think that makes him greater"

Oh, how screwed you were.

"So, Y/n?" the interviewer pushed, ever so obviously satisfied with the tension she created, "Who will it be? Steve or Clark?"

In turn, you looked at both of them. Henry was smiling his ass off, waiting for you to say the wrong name, while Chris seemed to be lost in thought.

"Ugh, ok" you took a deep breath, and glanced into the camera, "I'm sorry, but I'm Team Cap. I gotta be."

Whereas Henry accepted the defeat with stride and sweetly mentioned he couldn't ever blame you for choosing Captain America, Chris was ecstatic. He didn't even try to hide his excitement, the chair nearly breaking under his energetic jolts of pride.

After a few more unimportant comments were made, the interview ended and the lights were turned off. You all hopped off your seats and walked over to the buffet table, your conversation still going strong.

"Really, Y/n? Cap?" Henry taunted, his voice low and mocking, right against your ear lobe as you popped a cheese stick into your mouth. "This guy? Why did you have to do me like that, hm?"

Henry placed the tip of his finger under your chin and elegantly prompted you to look up at him.

"I don't know, man" Chris laughed from somewhere behind you, "I think I own fair and square, Cap is just the better superhero"

Henry scowled, glancing at the blonde, over your shoulder. His ice cold eyes made the salty treat get lodged in your throat, and you had to pull away from him in order not to actually choke. "Relax-" you said, raising your hands in defeat as you started walking towards the door, "It's not like I chose between the two of you. That would've been a whole other deal"

"Wait what-?" Chris deadpanned, "What does that mean?" He added, hurrying to follow you and ask for further details.

Needless to say, the subject wasn't dropped until quite a while later. People swarmed you, papers had to be signed and pictures were taken as the employers from all levels of the building gathered outside your dressing room hoping to meet some of their favorite superheroes. It was all a buzz and about 2 hours later, the three of you were finally able to leave, making a beeline from the back door of the building, all the way over to the car that was waiting for you.

You ended up on the backseat, again between them, but this time the atmosphere was relaxed. Your blood only started to boil when Henry asked for the partition to be rolled up. As soon as the space inside the car was divided and you were given your privacy, Henry grabbed your chin and forced you to face him.

"Think I forgot about earlier?" he questioned, his devious grin wide enough so that his perfect teeth became visible.

You giggled and forced yourself out of his hold. Shuffling around the seat, you threw one leg over his thighs and sat down in his lap. Henry looked you up and down, remotely displeased with your attitude but he didn't complain.

You grabbed his cheeks into your palms and pushed yourself up against him, his face now inches away from your chest. "And what are you gonna go?"

He wasn't about to let his guard down, "You're acting all bratty now, but you'll regret that later, baby"

"I doubt that" you teased, bending down to tenderly kiss his sweet lips, "What could you possibly do that I won't like?"

"Wish you hadn't asked that" Henry laughed, his whole frame shaking against yours. He grabbed your ass and squeezed harshly, pressing you closer to him.

"I'm scared" you joked, trailing your lips along his cheeks, knowing just how crazy you could make him.

"Y/n" Chris warned, "Today I'm on your side, but even I can tell you're pushing your luck"

Even if he didn't necessarily manage to deflate your attitude, you plopped down from Henry's lap and resumed your spot between them. The atmosphere didn't get any denser and the topic of conversation swiftly shifted to rudimentary randomness like what food should you order once you got home or whatever plans either of you had for that night. You subtly avoided the word 'date' when you told them you'd be meeting with a friend, and breathed out relieved when they didn't pressure you for details. That was a conversation to be had between 4 walls and with no prying ears.

Once home, your home - they came over, you casually opened the door and meant to make your way inside as if nothing was wrong, but Henry, just as previously stated, had other plans.

Securing a strong hold around your way smaller frame, he lovingly leaned down over your shoulder, "How are you doing, love?" he nonchalantly asked.

His scent overwhelmed your senses, and despite knowing where this was going, you tried to play it off. "Good, you?" you smiled, sinking into his arms.

"We need to talk"

"Do we?" you laughed, but managed to do absolutely nothing in terms of impressing him.

You knew just how much he loved it when you asked for it, and this was not something he'd ever let slide. "Come with me, darling," Henry cooed, gently guiding you into the bedroom.

You followed him without showing any kind of resistance, turning around in his hold and wrapping your arms around his neck. You stumbled backwards down the hallway, sloppily kissing his lips.

Much to your surprise, he was more than eager to reciprocate, his palms burning through the soft material of clothing that covered your sides. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with so much fervor, as if he had been deprived for too long.

Henry clumsily opened the bedroom door, stumbling forward with you against him, until he reached the bed. Considering how weak you were for him and how you always allowed yourself to get molded by his will, when he pushed you back against the bed, you fell with a small huff and remained there, only your eyes following him.

"What are you doing?" you asked, seeing him open your closet and actually step inside to look behind the corner.

Before he even started to answer your question, Chris walked into the room. He was casually undoing the buttons of his shirt as he strolled past the bed.

"Hi-" you giggled, extending your hands towards him. All you wanted was some attention.

"Hi, baby" Chris laughed, bending down to kiss your forehead. "You're gonna be good for us, ok? I don't wanna have to go to hard on you"

"Then don't" you pouted.

"That's only up to you" he added, straightening his back and finishing up on undoing his buttons. His tattooed chest became visible and your mouth watered in an instant.

Burning from the inside with anticipation and pure lust, you fell back against the cushions, your thighs uselessly trying to alleviate some of the pain between your legs. But no amount of rubbing and friction would ever match up to the tension in the room, and you loved it.

A couple of moments later, Henry walked out of his closet, dressed exactly the same, clutching tight into his hands the famous superman costume. None of you has ever been too shy when it came to exploring new kinks and desires, but this, you did not see coming.

Your mouth fell open, "Really!?" you almost drooled, but he has probably never been any quicker to burst your bubble.

Staring you down, Henry clutched his fingers into the material of his suit, bringing his hands together in front of his chest, before tearing the material apart with a loud screech. He lightly huffed with the effort, but soon enough, the actual costume fell to the floor by his feet, while the red cape remained neatly wrapped around his fists.

Your eyes widened with enthusiasm and you wanted to shuffle closer to him, but once you pushed yourself up on your knees, you felt a tight grip around your forearms.

Chris pulled you back with force, "Arms up, darling" he chuckled. He didn't even give you a chance to follow his directions, as he yanked your top over your head in an instant and unclasped your bra before leaving your top half completely naked and exposed.

As he plopped down on the bed, Henry came up to you and forced your hands up, using his cape to tie your wrists to the bedpost. His face was hovering inches above yours, and you licked your lips before pushing yourself up to kiss his jawline.

"The hell's gotten into you, hm?" he groaned, tightening the knot. When he looked down, he seemed amused, kind of at the edge between disbelief and satisfaction, as if he actually wished you'd push his buttons. As if he was waiting for you to dig your own grave. "You aren't usually like this"

"Had a great day, that's all" you grinned as you literally met with the two of them approximately half an hour after you woke up. "Ready for it to get better"

"Is it, though-?" Chris laughed, fumbling with the button of your jeans before pulling them down your legs. Off with them also went your underwear, and then there you were, completely naked in front of them, hands tied above your head. "-going to get better, I mean" Chris added, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.

"I think-" you began answering but Henry stopped you as he gripped your chin.

"Stop talking back, love" he threatened, "Don't you think you said enough today? Look where it's gotten you"

You studied his expression with big, curious eyes, your bottom lip consciously trembling as you muttered a soft excuse. You knew not taking him seriously would get you into even more trouble, but that's what you were all about.

Henry chuckled. Keeping his glare trained on yours he pushed himself up. His big hands found your thighs and forced your legs apart.

With this new, sudden change in position, your eyes landed on Chris who looked down at you as if you were his prey. He had a bottle of beer in his hand, taking small sips as he stood back, allowing Henry to do his part. Even if he wasn't yet taking part first hand in this whole charade, he was ever so obviously still enjoying the show.

You squirmed under their dominating stares, feeling every inch of your body burn with excitement and traces of actual embarrassment that did absolutely nothing other than turn you on even further.

"You know you fucked up, right?" Chris taunted before taking another sip of his beer. His hand reached to cup your thigh, moving it further up until his fingers got dangerously close to your bare pussy. "I mean you're all good in my book, but that's not how things work"

"It could be" you whined.

By now, it should have been clear that talking back was never an option. Chris just smiled sympathetically while Henry clearly showed he wasn't going to have you keep this attitude much longer. He shuffled to the side, responding to your comment with a sharp slap against your bare cunt. "What did you just say?"

The impact made you instinctively gather your legs together but he was quick to stop you. Henry forced your thighs apart again, his thick fingers pushing past your folds just enough to get you to get on alert.

Your eyes snapped to Chris. You never thought of things like this, but just about now, having him on your side seemed like the best idea. Your stomach was tightening from the nerves building up inside your core and you needed his reassurance.

"I'm sorry, doll-" he cocked his head to the side as you watched him, your eyes begging him to stand with you, "You know I'm always here for you, but breaking you is just too much fun, I'm sorry"

"Asshole" you rolled your eyes and regretted it even before Henry delivered another slap against your clit. You cried out and your muscles clenched against your will, your knees bending in a pathetic attempt to curl yourself into a ball.

"Come on, darling" Henry scoffed, easily handling your tantrum and forcing your legs back down, wide open for them. "You're only making this harder. Calm down, take your punishment and then maybe you'll get something in return"

"Ok-" you muttered, shame taking over your senses.

"Ok, what?" Henry pushed and Chris shook his head in disbelief at how unwilling you were to follow your usual instructions.

"Ok, daddy-" you muttered, avoiding their eyes, "I'm sorry I-"

"Little girl-" Henry sighed, sinking two fingers into your dripping pussy, "Already apologising? Where did that attitude go? Your punishment didn't even start yet"

"Fuck" you cried.

Despite knowing it wasn't a good idea, you rocked your hips along his fingers. Deciding to let you play along, Henry pressed his thumb against your clit, applying that minimal amount of pleasure he knew would have you hollering.

And when you moaned for the first time, he stopped. He stopped completely and retracted his hand, leaving you craving his touch. Again, you felt exposed and it only translated into a painful sensation deep inside your belly.

Arching your back as a whine escaped your lips, you squeezed your eyes shut, "Come on!! Please-"

"Not yet, angel" Henry countered, spreading your legs again.

As he held one of your thighs, Chris grabbed the other one, both their hands gripping your flesh hard enough to bruise. You already whimpered in pain, but when the real round of slapping began you felt like your throat would eventually cave.

"Cry if you have to, angel. Just be a good girl" Henry taunted.

You struggled against their hold with each blow delivered to your sensitive pussy, crying out and begging for them to stop. You never did try to count, so you had no idea how long it took, as when he stopped, you fell down into the mattress, the pain dissipating into a burning sensation across your legs.

"Easy there-" Henry cooed, his big hand cupping your cunt, gently rubbing the sensitive skin he had just abused.

Tears rolled down your temples as you failed to calm down your breathing. "Fuck, ok, I get it-" you sniffled, turning your head around to hide your face into your shoulder, "I'm sorry, please. I'm sorry"

"Look at me, pet" Henry commanded, softly guiding your chin in order to uncover your face, "Don't hide from us. You're so beautiful crying like that, you have no idea"

A new fresh wave of tears streamed from your eyes, "Th-thank you..."

Ever so softly, Chris moved your thighs, separating them again. He kneeled between your legs, lowering himself until you could feel his breath against your folds. "Breathe, pet-" he cooed, pressing a lingering kiss to your clit.

Involuntarily, you flinched, your hips bucking. "Easy, baby-" Chris said barely above a whisper, placing a hand on your tummy to push you back down, "Relax for me, ok?"

He swiped his tongue along your folds, forcing you to suck a deep breath, "You good?" Henry asked, his hand exploring your naked chest.

You nodded up at him.

"We barely started, ok?" Chris said, pushing himself up, "You'll be a good girl for us?"

"Yes" you nodded with eagerness.

"Full sentences-" Henry nudged, lovingly caressing your abdomen, "I know it can be a lot for you, take your time"

You swallowed deeply, "Yes.. yes, I will be a good girl for you"

"Good" he cooed, leaning down. You pushed yourself up to meet his lips, but he stopped midway, tapping your chin, "Open up, baby"

Slowly, your jaw lowered, as you stared up at him, big awaiting eyes and mouth wide open.

And he made you wait, finally sending you a lewd grin before spitting on your tongue. You felt it dribble down towards the back of your throat before you swallowed proudly. You wanted to open your mouth again, but he hurried to distance himself from you.

With a harsh slap against your tits, he pushed himself up. Henry grabbed your thighs, gathering your knees together. He pulled your legs up until your hips lifted from the bed and your upper back supported most of your weight, your knees close to your chest.

"Such a beautiful pussy" Chris chimed in, his face inches away from your opening.

Never in your life had you felt this exposed and humiliated, but you swallowed your pride and remained motionless, not wanting to get on their bad side again.

"Are you ready?" Henry asked.

"For- for what?" you panicked.

"Wrong answer" he scoffed, slapping your ass. You yelped in pain and wiggled in his hold, but he didn't stop. He spanked your ass again, and again, and again, his palm hitting the bare skin off your cheeks, pussy and asshole. "Try again, little girl."

"I- I'm… I'm ready"

"See?" Chris beamed, spitting on your pussy. You felt it run down your folds until it reached your ass. "That's the kind of slut we want. One that says yes without even knowing what we're talking about"

"Come on" Henry huffed, slapping your cunt one more time before letting your body back down on the mattress again. He moved up along your frame and undid your hands.

You were eager to relax your shoulders and to feel the blood flow through your arms again, but as soon as he released you from the bedpost, he brought your wrists together, tying them up again. "I wish I didn't have to keep you restrained like this, but how can I know what goes through that dumb little head of yours?"

You shook your head no, trying to tell him you were actually planning on doing anything stupid, but Chris understood something else completely.

"Nothing goes through that pretty head?" he laughed, and Henry couldn't help but chuckle along.

Embarrassed, you hid your face and looked down.

"Don't be like that, baby-" Chris added, bending down over your body to caress your cheek, "You know we're right. You don't need to be ashamed, we like you like this"

His thumb rubbed along your bottom lip before he leaned down all the way and kissed you. His tongue barged into your mouth, dominating you completely as you barely managed to keep up with him. "A dumb little slut, crying for cock. That's what you are, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy"

"Then why did you hide your face?"

"I- I don't know…" you mumbled.

"You know we keep you around just to fuck you, so I don't see why you'd get shy all of a sudden"

"I'm sorry-" you nodded, licking your lips, uselessly trying to moisten them. "I didn't get shy, I-"

"So you like being our fuck slut?"

"Yes"

"Just a set of holes for me and Cavill over here to cum in, right?" he questioned, before kissing your forehead. "Our beautiful, little girl" You smiled at the pet name and looked up expectantly. His gaze lowered and his expression became stern again. "Get on all fours, darling. Time to make yourself useful"

With every movement of your legs, your cunt ached more and more, but you followed his command and pushed yourself up. Once on your hands and knees, you saw them get into position too. Chris crawled behind you as Henry settled before you, his crotch inches away from your face.

Your mouth watered as you heard their zippers being undone, and looked at them in turn, unable to hide your enthusiasm.

At this point, you were eager for whatever they'd throw at you. Being in that mind state always made everything better. You existed in a haze, a world of blur where it was just you and your daddys. You wiggled your ass expectantly and licked your lips with absolutely no worry. In your head it was perfect.

Your bubble was burst by a harsh tug at the roots of your hair as Henry turned your head so you'd look up at him. He fumbled with his cock, giving himself a few pumps.

Just watching him with big, excited eyes, you opened your mouth for him. He chuckled at your state of pure submission and placed his leaking tip on your tongue, your lips instantly closing around him.

At this point, he still allowed you to control your own movements as you did a satisfying enough job at bobbing your head on his cock. You sucked with determination, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you could without gagging.

Your exquisite performance was interrupted when you felt something big and round trail along your folds, your eyes snapping wide open when you felt it enter you. Chris pushed his cock in with a satisfying grunt, slapping your ass in the process.

"Fuck, yes!" he exclaimed, his massive member spreading your walls apart.

A lump formed in the back of your throat, the feeling of being filled to the prim, overwhelming you. You were aware your rigorous sucking turned into a pathetic excuse as soon as Chris started rocking your body back and forth along his dick, as now, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get your mind to focus.

Seemingly not at all bothered by your suddenly sloppy blow job performance, Henry tightened his hold around your roots, keeping your head in place as he started fucking your mouth.

The simple fact that at this point, all you had to do was stay there and take it, made it close to impossible to not lose yourself. As Chris picked up his pace, using your hips and maneuvering your body to fit his needs the right way, your pleasure started building up in the pit of your stomach.

"Come on, baby-" Henry called, "Ready to take good care of daddy?"

And he asked this just to mock you, as your mouth was full of cock and he wasn't about to let you take a break. You only blinked, hoping to send the message along, despite knowing he wasn't waiting for an answer.

He steadied his hold on your roots and then forced you down his cock, his tip barging in through your neck, completely blocking your air supply. You remained there, not fighting against his hold, as Chris continued slamming his cock balls deep into your pussy.

The momentum of his thrusts pushed you forward, the ever so soft movement of your neck making Henry grunt with pleasure every time your body rocked into him. And they kept going, using you from both angles to fit their desires.

When it got too much, you felt tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you saw no way out. You whined against his cock, your throat violently constricting in hopes of getting some air.

"A bit more" Henry cooed, maintaining his hold as you squirmed against it.

"Holy fuck-" Chris belted, both his palms relasing your hips only to be able to slap your ass harshly. "That's right, clench that pussy. Should fucking choke you more often when you're on my dick"

All you could do was whimper, forcing yourself to hold back cough after cough until you could no more. Tears streamed down your face as you started panicking, only then having Henry release you from his grip.

If he hadn't actually maintained his hold, you'd have crumbled into the mattress, a choking mess between their massive bodies. But Henry held on to you, pulling you up as Chris lowered his pace.

"Do you know how good you are, angel?" he asked, his thick British accent rolling off his tongue as exhaustion built up in his veins.

You nodded weakly, and smiled with awe when he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

"I'd keep this mouth on my cock all the damn time if I could-" Henry added, his tone deep and loving despite the condescending note of his words. "Are you ready to go again?"

You whimpered a soft, "Yes-" voice so whiny that if you weren't so deep into sub space, you'd have cringed hearing yourself. "Please..."

Chris bent down over you, his sweaty chest pressing against your back as he wrapped his arms around your frame, his greedy hands coming to cup either of your breasts. He buried his face into your neck and then kissed along your shoulders. "Are you close, baby girl?" he asked, burying his cock deeper inside your belly, "You wanna cum on my cock?"

As you breathed out, you nodded a weak yes. A smile instantly reached the corners of your mouth as Chris found your clit. He rubbed slow, intricate circles around it, your pleasure translating into sobbing moans. "Now take Henry's cock inside that little mouth of yours, and when you're getting close, you give me a sign, yeah?"

"Ok" you panted, curious about what he must have had planned.

The curiosity swiftly left your mind as your eyes landed on Henry's dick again. He was close too, the amount of precum leaking out of his tip, giving away that fact. He allowed some of it to dribble onto your chin, lightly slapping your face before popping your mouth open.

Pressing your tongue flush against the underside of his cock, you fervently sucked away as Chris started picking up his pace again. As if you weren't already close to losing any kind of self control, the painful slaps he inflicted upon your ass drove you over the edge.

You maniacally wiggled your feet against the messy blankets, giving Chris the promised signal.

Or at least you thought you gave it to him, as the next thing you felt was being pushed down along Henry's cock again. You took him deep down along your throat, moaning loudly against his member as an orgasm overwhelmed you. Tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks as your body convulsed between them.

The sensation made your chest tighten and the lack of air started getting you dizzy. The electrifying feeling pulsed along your limbs, engulfing your middle in a sea of liquid fire. You didn't even feel the need to breathe as your mind rolled down a spiral of bliss. A whole white blur covered you as your brain stopped processing the information, too keen on sucking every last drop of pleasure from the orgasm you just received.

You were only pulled out of this trance when Henry pushed you off his cock, reality hitting you like ice cold water. You gasped for air, falling face first into the mattress, struggling to even breathe.

Not that you cared at that point, but neither of them asked you to resume your position. Instead, they shuffled off the bed, and with a soft slap against your raised ass, called for your attention.

"Come here, little girl" Chris demanded.

That was not the kind of information you were able to process, so again, they had to do all the work. With a harsh grip on your upper arms, they effortlessly grabbed you and forced you to your knees between them.

You looked up with what was probably the most obedient stare you had ever given them. You had two massive cocks hanging inches away from your face, and of course, your first instinct was to grab them as you popped your tongue out.

"No, kitten-" Henry laughed, petting your head and softly pushing you back. "Stay still"

And you did. Took a deep breath, finally feeling the engines inside your brain resuming their work. All your senses came back to you and it was as if you had been in a dream. Still, the excitement of seeing both Henry and Chris pump their cocks inches away from your face was difficult to contain.

"You swallow all, yeah?" Henry groaned, looking down at you with hooded, hungry eyes. "Don't use your hands. Use that slutty tongue"

Soon, hot cum started erupting from his tip, most of it landing directly into your mouth. Each time you swallowed you bobbed your head, proudly smiling up at them at the great job you were doing.

"Good girl" he muttered, his voice hoarse and out of tone.

All that changed when Chris grabbed your shoulder. He growled out loud as his orgasm reached him, and he threw his head back, still furiously pumping his cock into his fist.

"Holy mother of - fuck - !"

You did your best to get as much as you could inside your mouth, but your cheeks were a mess, your tongue only managing to spread their cum more than actually lick it off.

When they were both done, Chris helped you up as Henry kissed your forehead before walking out of the room without another word. The blonde cradled you to his chest, heaving as he held you.

"Such a good, little angel" he whispered into your ear. He was still panting, his hands clammy against your back, but he pushed through, focusing his energy on reassuring and soothing you.

"How are you, baby? Talk to me a bit" Chris pleaded, rubbing your cheek, "I wanna see those eyes"

As if every muscle contraction took up too much energy, you barely managed to look up at him, the most innocent of looks in your eyes. "I'm feeling really good" you sighed, leaning back against his chest.

"Good-" he laughed, his whole frame shaking as he hugged you closer, "Does anything hurt?"

"Everything" you giggled.

"Ok-" he sighed, accepting his defeat, "I'll ask again after we shower. You're all fucked out now"

"I like that" you mumbled as you all but drooled on him, sleep starting to envelop you.

"Would have been worried if you didn't"

Again, despite your direct state, you couldn't help but laugh with him. You softly pushed yourself up to plant a kiss against his naked chest.

Chris rubbed the back of your head as you did so.

"Hey-" Henry called as he walked into the room, but neither you nor Chris bothered to do anything else other than look in his direction. None of you moved. "Just a ran a bath-" Henry added, pointing to the bathroom, "Please don't fall asleep"

Chris helped you up and you wobbled your way across the room. "I'll go downstairs and shower" he said.

"You never wanna join us" you pouted.

"Just not really big on baths, that's all" Chris reassured you and then made his way out of the room.

After that, another wave of bliss followed. Another kind however. Henry washed every inch of your body, his careful hands caressing every dip and curve your frame. His lips were mostly on yours as he did so, never missing a chance to bring you even closer.

"Thank you" you mumbled, leaning against the marble wall as you watched him soap his broad chest.

Henry cluelessly raised his eyebrows, the movement of his hands slowing down as he waited for you to continue.

"For helping me wash up" you smiled, "You always do, but still. Thanks"

"No problem, darling" Henry nodded, gathering you closer again, and kissing your forehead. He got soap all over you again, and didn't even try to hide the fact that he loved having to help you rinse again.

A short while later, probably about 20 minutes or so, it was again the three of you, back in bed. You were laying between them. Judging by the light snores that danced off his lips and the peaceful way his chest rose and fell, Chris must have fallen asleep long before you and Henry finished showering. The sun started descending from the sky and the orange light in the room painted the perfect picture.

You cuddled into Henry's side, feeling your heart tickle the inside of your chest when he reciprocated the gesture. His warm breath graced the skin of your forehead as he gave you a longing kiss, barely even bothering to pull back before settling for a deep sleep.

You drifted off, content and with a smile on your lips, elated with what the day brought so far, and bubbling with anticipation for whatever surprises it might still have hidden.

By the time you woke up, fully rested, the sun was already sinking low behind the horizon, a red, tainted sky following in its footsteps. Extracting yourself from Henry's bear hold turned out to be much more than you expected, his reluctance to let you go, even in his sleep, making you giggle.

"How are you, sweetheart?" Chris asked, his voice a fresh tingle to your ears.

"Good-" you sighed, settling to lay down just a bit more. You kissed Henry's bicep as it spawned all across your chest, action which made him pull you even closer. "What time is it?"

"A bit past 6" Chris answered, rolling onto his side to face you. His shoulders slumped together making his chest stand out, but before you got a chance to take in the view, he cluelessly pulled up the covers all the way up to his nose. "Got any plans?"

"Yeah" you nodded, trying Henry's arm again, but he refused to budge once again. "I told you guys"

For a few seconds, Chris looked at you amused, and with a shake of his head, he grabbed Henry's hand, shaking him awake. "Wake up, buddy. Y/n's gotta get ready"

"No" Henry croaked, his light scruff tickling the back of your neck.

To be fair, you were excited for your plans, but in a way, your heart broke thinking about leaving that bed. Eventually you did, the cold of the room clinging to your body in an instant.

You shivered your way to the bathroom, quickly washing up before returning to the bedroom. The scenery hadn't changed at all, the two men still lingering at the edge between dream and reality, their phone screens perfectly accentuating their lazy expressions.

Swiftly making your way past the bed, you slapped the light switch on, the warm light of your candelabra flooding room, much to their simultaneous dismay. "Why- just no, turn it off-"

"Yeah, sure-" you sarcastically responded, stepping past the ruined superman costume on the floor, and opening the closet doors. You grabbed a pair of underwear and stepped inside it, before rummaging for your favorite bra. "I'll just get ready in a pitch black room. Of course"

None of them was impressed.

"Who are you seeing anyway?" Chris questioned.

You smiled innocently despite doing your best not to, and then turned to face them. "Sebastian"

"What" Henry gawked, sitting up in an instant, his frown taking over the previous sweetness of his features.

"What do you mean what?"

"Yeah, haven't you two-" Chris began speaking but Henry cut him off with absolutely no remorse.

"You haven't seen each other in two weeks. I thought that was done for"

As you finally found your bra, you slipped your arms under its straps and pulled them up your shoulders. "We haven't seen each other because he's been visiting his family. We kept talking"

"Talking?" Henry raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah we-" you sighed and then stopped. "Why are you acting like this? This is nothing new"

"I just-" Henry tripped over his words, shaking his head at the awkwardness he brought to the table. "I don't know, I'm sorry. I just didn't know it was that serious yet, that's all"

"It's not" you said, walking over to your makeup table and sitting down on the small, velvet chair. "We wouldn't be here if it was, would we?"

"I don't know, hun" Chris huffed, lazily slipping out of the bed. The way he walked made it look as if every muscle contraction pained him, leaning from side to side as he close to crawled his way to the bathroom.

In the process, you caught sight of his naked body in the reflection in your mirror, catching everything from his tattooed chest, to his massive thighs and still impressive cock.

"He's a great guy. I hope things work out if you decide he's the one for you"

"Is he?" Henry chirped, making you turn to him, a thick layer of concealer that still had to be blended, smudged under your eyes.

"We said we're taking things slow, you know this" you sighed, waving your brush around, "We're not exclusive. We're not a couple. We're just- I don't know, dipping our toes. We don't wanna fuck this up."

"Then why are you here with us?"

Perhaps the words slipped past Henry's lips a bit too harshly. You did not expect that. Not from him.

"Uh-" you muttered, feeling cornered, "Listen, he's just one of my best friends. And I really like him, I never lied to him. He knows about you two. We're just-" and then you stopped again, dropping your sentence as your brows furrowed above a pointed look. "Since we started this thing, you both have slept with other people and I never said anything about it. But now that I actually find someone I like, you act like I've committed a crime. Why are you allowed to-"

"Ok, I'm sorry" Henry jumped to stop you, clumsily leaving the bed and padding over to you. "That was incredibly rude of me, I'm sorry"

"What's up?" you asked sweetly, dearly wanting to help ease the pain that upclose was so clearly visible behind his sad, blue eyes.

And he hesitated, his eyes snapping to the window behind you before he licked his lips. "I just got comfortable, that's all. I care about you a lot, and I'll miss your sweet little body but if he makes you happy, I'll happily trade our encounters for... coffee dates?"

"Thank you, Henry-" you giggled, warming up at his sudden and sincere confession.

He kissed your forehead, the epitome of love gestures. His lips quivered, and brushed against your skin a few times before allowing you to finish getting ready.

Time had flown unreasonably fast, and in a matter of seconds, you found yourself running around the room, blazing through the last steps of your process, despite it not being neither tedious nor elaborated. To be fair, Sebastian was the only man in your life who you never tried to impress with your looks.

You felt appreciated and understood in his presence. He smiled when you talked and pecked your lips every chance he got. He was your friend before anything else, and regardless of the harsh reality you lived in, the status of your relationship changing was what you craved the most. He made you open up without even trying, his sense of stability and unconditional acceptance making you end up on his doorstep, dressed in just a hoodie and jeans, a bottle of wine in tow, ready to just kick back and feel your ultimate best.

For whatever reason, your heart started banging uncontrollably against your ribcage as soon as you knocked. When you heard the lock turn, your knees weakened.

He sprung the door open, welcoming you with open arms. You just took a step in and threw yourself against his chest, your cheek pressing against his shoulder as he brought you closer.

The fresh smell of his aftershave reached your senses, and you rubbed your nose against his perfectly soft jaw line. "You shaved," you smiled, knowing just how much he hated to do so when it wasn't absolutely necessary.

"Thought it was about time" Sebastian laughed, his right arm still tight around your back as he leaned to the side to close the door.

You only then realised you didn't even bother to put your bag down, take your shoes off or even say hello before going in for a hug. You felt your cheeks burn at the realisation, but he did not seem to mind at all.

"Come on, make yourself comfortable," Sebastian said, starting to advance further into his apartment. You took off your shoes, and just when you were about to enter the living room, the delicious smell of basil stopped you and made you turn around.

You headed into the kitchen, your eyes landing on his tall frame, his back facing you as he stirred something on the stove.

"You're cooking?" you asked, whiny with admiration and awe.

"Yes" he beamed, turning around. Only then did you notice what he was wearing. His usual black jeans and socks, but he had ditched his trademark sweaters, opting for an elegant button up instead. The sleeves were rolled up around his elbows, and he rocked a pair of fluffy house slippers, red with blue stripes, not fitting his attire in any way, shape or form.

You placed the wine bottle on the counter, and approached him cautiously. "What- um, what are you making?"

You felt bad, ungrateful and undressed. Where were his pajamas and the take out he always ordered? Did you miss something?

"There's this amazing spaghetti recipe I learned from my mum" he grinned proudly, eyeing the multitude of ingredients laid out all across the table. "It's not traditional or anything. She perfected the recipe over the years and you just have to try it"

"Smells delicious already" you giggled, looking around the kitchen.

The atmosphere was soft and warm, the lights were dimmed and slow blues tunes were playing in the background. It was nothing like you were used to.

You offered to help, but he insisted on finishing up alone. You always washed his dishes because he absolutely hated doing it, and you were also the one who always put his leftovers in the fridge, as he always forgot them on the table, cluelessly letting them spoil. It felt only natural to do so right now, so you made your way to the sink, and waited for the water to heat up.

"Stop" Sebastian laughed, coming up beside you to turn the faucet off. "Just relax for once, please" he begged, his hands on your waist effortlessly turning you around.

Your lower back pressed against the edge of the sink as he caged you in, his eyes warm and ambitious, boring into yours.

"I just want to help" you smiled.

"Not now" he shook his head, "We'll clean up later. Or tomorrow"

His words caused a lump to grow inside your throat, your lips involuntarily parting in surprise. You never spent the night at his apartment, and fervid anticipation started to surge through you.

"What’s going on?" you asked, cupping his cheek.

Sebastian leaned into your touch, his eyes all but fluttering closed. "Nothing. Why?"

As he spoke, he grabbed your wrist into his hand and brought your palm to his lips, kissing your soft skin as his eyes awaited your answer.

"I don't know…" you mumbled, feeling yourself melt. He was too close, too attentive and too focused on you, it felt so difficult to breathe. "Don't get me wrong, please. I absolutely love everything you did. But this is new. We never did anything like this before, what changed?"

"Is it bad?" he cautiously asked, planting his hands on the counter on either side of your hips. "That I want things to change between us?"

Your heart swelled. All the signs pointed in the right direction, but his words still managed to get your adrenaline going. "Change… how?"

As soon as you spoke, you felt like throwing up. You couldn't help but wonder how dumb could you have been, to ask something like this. As if it wasn't obvious, but your brain was too busy drowning in excitement to actually allow you form any coherent thoughts.

"I mean-" he hesitated, his confidence shaking a bit. He looked to the side, licked his lips and then playfully rolled his eyes as the corners of his lips turned upwards, showing you that perfect smile you loved so much. "While I was visiting my family, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. My mom just couldn’t understand why I didn’t bring you along. I don't just want you for a date a week and a kiss after we drank enough wine. I needed that time apart to gather the courage to make the first step" he confessed. "I really fucking like you. I want all of you"

"Oh-" you froze.

"Please-" Sebastian whispered, gently tilting your chin up. "Tell me now if you want me to back off, because I'm really struggling to not kiss you right now"

As much as you wanted to tell him to do it, you refrained from doing so. Instead, you just grinned up at him, your eyes sparking with lustful temptation. He watched you closely, and when he figured out your play, he shook his head in disbelief for the briefest second.

Following that, there was no awkwardness left. He engulfed your lips into the most passionate kiss. His tongue pathetically begged for permission, which you didn't hesitate to give. He explored your mouth as if it was the sweetest thing he ever tasted, kissed you deeply, moaning against your lips as his hands hazardously roamed your body. No matter what you did, you felt like you couldn't get close enough. You clung onto him, fisting the delicate material of his shirt into your hands, desperately trying to gather him against you.

Sebastian was the one to break the moment, grabbing your cheeks as he pulled back. His lips were wet and slightly swollen, as he ruggedly breathed out against your skin. "So?"

"So, what?" you teased.

"Come on" he whined, kissing you again, this time more aggravated and determined. "Can we do this? Do you want it?"

"Are we going all out? Real couple? Exclusive, all strings attached kind of thing?" you beamed with excitement and so did he, hearing you.

"If you want to," Sebastian nodded. "I don't want to pressure you, but I'm crazy about you"

"You're not pressuring me. I adore you, Seb. I'm all yours"

"What did you just say?" he smirked, kissing your lips and moving down along your jawline, "That you're all mine? Pretty sure I've never heard anything more beautiful in my whole life"

"Well, you'd better get used to it" you giggled.

And the goodness kept coming. You ate and god, how grateful were for his mum's recipe, it was simple, delicious and it tasted like home. Sebastian refused to tell you how to make it just so he could be your personal chef and cook it for you any time you wanted.

You cleaned the kitchen together, ate cake until the button of your jeans threatened to burst, and then settled on the couch, drinking red wine while scrolling through Netflix.

As ethereal as everything was, there was still a weight pressing down on your shoulders. You didn't want your relationship to start with you already hiding things from him, so you decided there was a conversation that really needed to be had.

"Sebastian?" you asked softly, grabbing his upper arm and squeezing lightly in order to get his attention.

"Yes, doll?" he hummed, a little bit distraught, before returning to search through the channels.

"Can you look at me a bit?" you muttered, "I wanna talk to you about something"

It was then he realised you were serious. Without question, he turned the TV off and leaned back on the couch, his slightly concerned eyes studying your features. "Are you ok?"

"Yes" you giggled and he visibly relaxed.

"Did I-"

"You didn't do anything!" you stopped him again, leaning down to kiss his lips. He was happy to reciprocate, but you didn't allow things to escalate. "I want to talk about something, and -" you cringed, your palms watering, "And I totally understand if it'll chance the way you see things"

"What are you talking about?"

He was rubbing your thigh, visibly growing impatient. But he allowed you to speak at your own pace.

"Um… you remember a while ago, I told you I was in that kind of a friends with benefits relationship?"

"Yeah" he nodded, "What about-"

"It is obviously over now that we took things to the next step, but these are my best friends we're talking about here. I just... couldn't help but wonder... I don't know… I feel like it wasn't fair to you.. considering how that went on until very very recently and-"

"Babe?" Sebastian stopped you, his voice soft and eyes even more so, "What are you trying to say? Did you think I'd be mad because you had sex before being in a relationship with me?"

"Huh" you gawked, "When you put it like that, it sounds really fucking stupid"

"I'm sorry, Y/n, but it kind of is" he laughed, shaking his head, "You're a free woman, you can do whatever you want. You don't have to explain yourself to me, especially when it comes to things like this"

"So you.. don't mind me seeing them again? Like friends, of course!"

He frowned a bit, scratching the back of his head. "I trust you, ok? I like to think that you wouldn't have been here with me if you had any feelings for any of them."

"Thank you"

"Come here-" Sebastian urged you, eager to bring you close against his chest again. He rubbed your back and rested his head on top of yours, "I really appreciate you telling me this. It was bugging you, and I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me"

"I was worried it would be sitting in the back of your mind and you would feel uncomfortable bringing it up. I felt like I had to, like I owed you that much since you were so understanding with this thing from the beginning-"

"You don't owe me anything ok? I don't care what you did in the past, that's your business. I care what you do now, here, with me. And I might be blindly in love, but I doubt I have any reasons to worry"

"You really don't" you mumbled, settling into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, "I'm so happy to be here with you, I don't want anything else"

"Me neither, doll, me neither" he sighed, kissing your temple and bringing you closer.

The night ended relatively early. If you were in love with him at the beginning of the evening, now you were head over heels. You fell asleep cuddling, and you had never felt so loved before. Deep down inside, you regretted not allowing things to escalate, but sleeping with him so soon after your last encounter with Henry and Chris just didn't feel right. And of course he understood. The awe and respect for you was visible in his eyes when you explained what was holding you back. That night you slept better than you had in weeks.

The next morning, you left quite early, both of you having your schedules quite full. When you entered your apartment it was quiet and dark, and you couldn't help but smile bitterly at the memories from the day before.

You made your way to the kitchen, and stopped dead in your tracks when you saw a pink bag and a piece of paper right by its side. It didn't take long until you eyed the donuts inside the bag, but you didn't pay too much attention to them as you picked up the letter beside it and read it over.

"Hey, Y/n,

The reason I wrote you this is because I didn't want to interrupt your date, but this has to be said, you deserve that much. I can't lie and say that last night I didn't stay here until 3am hoping you'd come back. It's awful of me, I know, but I really hoped your date would go horribly wrong and that you'd come home early. It's not that I don't want you to be happy… I just wish it wasn't with him. And again, I can't lie and say that I didn't drop by in the morning. I brought you those donuts you love so much, but you weren't here. It was absolutely unfair of me, I know, but during these last few months, I fell in love with you. I know I should've told you before, and I hope you don't think I'm saying this now to burst your bubble. The reason I'm doing this is because you deserve an explanation. I'm sorry, but I can't be around you right now. I need to get you out of my head, and seeing you now, would only make it more difficult. Please don't reach out, you'll only pull me back in. I love you too much, I need some time away to screw my head back on. I'd be lying if I said I won't be waiting for you. Even if I won't actively/purposely do it, I can't imagine a day when I won't jump if you told me to. Please, don't think I'm doing this to hurt you, you're my favorite person in the whole wide world. I will always love you. I wish you and Sebastian the absolute best. This is difficult for me to say, but I hope he is everything you ever wanted. I hope he'll make you happy and treat you like the angel you are. This isn't goodbye or the end of our friendship, it's just me needing to step back. I wish you the best, god knows you deserve it!

PS: I replaced your superman costume, I know you begged me for weeks to give you one, and I ruined it yesterday. I had a spare one at home, it's on your bed now. I hope you don't mind I took the old one with me… you know? Memories...

All my love,

Your Henry"

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kaijime · 4 years ago

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perverted

anon. Could I request being Yams sister and Tsukki perving over her🥺 like she’s so innocent, letting him touch her..him rubbing her thighs and “accidentally” pushing his bulge against her ass... maybe him finally snapping and dry jumping her on the couch before fucking her tight cunny into the mattress while Yams is in the other room 🥺🤲🏻🤲🏻

includes. tsukishima kei (yamaguchi is here too but nothing smutty happens with him since he’s your brother)

cw. fem reader, dry humping, dirty talk, humiliation, size kink if you squint, non-con ish?? In the beginning, oral (receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie

a/n. Wow...no thoughts, head empty. Only this request

It all started as innocent touches on your shoulder and brushing his hand when he sat next to you. But he would never want to do anything else, right? He’s your brother’s friend so he wouldn’t want to hurt you. That’s what you told yourself.

And that’s what you told yourself when he sometimes rubbed circles on your thigh under the sheets that were covering all three of you when you were watching a movie. Your brother would ask what’s wrong when you let out a heavy sigh, and you would reply with a simple ‘I’m fine’.

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the corner store and grab some snacks, wanna come with?” your big brothers words being completely ignored by Tsukishima, or so he appeared to be. His gaze was fixated in the movie, but he heard his friends question loud and clear.

“I’ll go with you”

“Are you really that scared of me (Y/n)?” the air could not be filled with more tension after the blonde’s question. You knew he would never try to hurt you, but it still made you nervous having to stay home alone with him.

“(Y/n), stay with Tsuki, it would be rude to leave him in our house alone, I’ll be back quickly. When he shut the door behind him you looked at the tall male, staring at the movie like a fascinated two year old.

“Come (Y/n), sit” he patted the spot on the couch next to him, his demanding tome sent butterflies to your stomach but you did as told. You weren’t afraid of him, but then again you sat next to him. He scooched over to his right, the side where you were seated and put his arm around your shoulder. You were uneasy at first, but then you leaned on his shoulder, the calm ambient in the room was enough to make you fall asleep, so why didn’t you?

Was it because his other hand was rubbing your uncovered thigh, and threatening to touch your lovely parts.

“T-Tsuki, we shouldn’t do this”

“Shouldn’t do what?” and you wondered if it was really all innocent, he’s a friend. You blame yourself for thinking any more if his friendly touches, that’s until he turned your head and pushed his lips against yours. The sudden kiss left your eyes wide, shocked with surprise. The arm that was on top of your shoulders, pulling you close to his figure, is now on your waist and sneaking down to your ass. You moaned into the kiss when he pulled you closer to him, he switched positions to have you underneath him, a leg on either side of your body.

The hot make out session was quickly turning into his hands running all over your body, memorizing the feeling of every inch, every curve, every bump in your skin. He moved his clothed cock against your heat, creating friction where you needed him the most. The only thing that could be heard in the silent house were your breathy moans and his panting voice, every time he moved his hips.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting all along? You’ve been wishing I’d touch you when your brother isn’t looking? He left for a few minutes and your this desperate?”

“I-I...”

“Look at yourself, you can’t even say the proper words, I’m not even inside you and yet you seem so fucked out” you nodded your head as he kept moving, the couch was squeaking at all the movement happening but it could barely be heard from all your loud moans. “Shut it! You wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you, or I guess you would, let them hear how good I’m ma-”

The sound of keys jingling at the door.

Your eyes shoot open and you push the tall male off of you, quickly arranging yourself so your brother wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Hey, you guys! I found some cheap sodas so I bought them and the chips were two for the price of one so...” and he kept talking about his great experience at the corner store, while you tried to remove the blush from your face, until Tsuki leaned closer to your ear.

“He really has no idea... wanna continue tonight?” you nod your head without looking at him.

“(Y/n)? What’s the matter? You look so red, are you feeling alright?” and Tsuki looked at you with an almost unnoticed smirk, but you noticed it.

“I’m fine, its just a little hot in here” the rest of the night was full of teasing from the blonde male, eyeing you up and down when you got up, resting his hand on your thigh.

This one time you went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, but the glass cup was on the top shelf, making it difficult for your short figure to reach. You were about to ask for help from your brother, when you felt the tall figure behind you, not only reaching the cup for you, but also pressing his erect dick on your ass. Your breath hitched and you were left in shock, doing things while your brother was on the store was something, but doing something so lewd while he could just turn his head a few inches and see you, that made the wet spot in your shorts even more visible.

The night came to an end, and Tsukishima decided he was gonna sleep in Yamaguchi’s room. Yet, when the tall boy walked past you in the hall he whispered.

“Thirty minutes, I want you naked when I go to your room”

You walk to your room, the sound of your beating heart was overwhelming, it was so loud and so fast. You discarded all of your clothes to a corner in the room and laid down on the bed, resting your head on your pillows as you waited for him to come to your room. That’s when the nerves really hit you, you were gonna have sex next to your brothers room, with your brothers friend! What if he caught you guys doing it? What would he think of his cute little innocent sister if he saw her doing it with his friend? If he did catch you guys, you wouldn’t want their friendship to be ruined because of you.

Suddenly the doorknob turned and he walked inside, locking the door behind him and turning to admire the cute naked girl. “He’s fast asleep” He said and walked towards the bed. Standing beside you, admiring your body, glistening in the moonlight that shined through your window.

“Such a dirty little girl, waiting for me with nothing on, just like I asked” He took off his shirt and his sweatpants, left in nothing but his boxers that hid what you wanted to see the most. He took them off, revealing his long erect cock. “Only needy girls stare, are you that needy?”

“I w-want you... daddy” your eyes met, both filled with lust and desire for each other. He made his way on top of you and kissed you, it was deep and needy. It was sloppy and messy but deep down it was filled with all the feelings he had been holding back for you. All those times you would kneel down to pick up something and he only wished he could take you then and there. All the times he saw you applying chapstick and thought to himself how good those lips would feel around his cock.

“Spread your legs for me” and you did, your pretty little cunt on display for him, your slick dripping down your inner thigh. He moves his head down so his face is at the same level as your pussy, and he licks a long stripe through your heat.

“H-hah...” you moan as he keeps licking and lapping up your juices until he sucks on your clit. The pleasure is making your moans go even higher and you cover your mouth with your hand to keep them in.

“You have to be quiet babe, you wouldn’t want your brother to find out his innocent little sister calling out my name, would you?” and he entered a finger into your hole, your walls pulling him in as he was giving you what you wanted.

“T-Tsu- Kei... I want you... I need y-you please!” and he chuckled at your begging, his voice sending vibrations through your cunt. “K-Kei...”

“Use your words slut, tell me what you want- no- tell me what you need”

“I need... y-you Kei, I n-need... I need your big c-cock inside my cunny, p-please... g-give it to me daddyyy... I-I’ll take it like a good g-girl” your words only made him harder and he pulled out his fingers. He touched your cunt with his cock and pushed inside your tight pussy, careless of the fact that it might hurt you.

“K-Kei-i... its too b-big”

“So? You said you were gonna take it, shut up” he spoke next to your ear, and you let out a shuddering breath, holding onto his back for dear life. You left marks in his back that would be completely visible tomorrow morning. “I shouldn’t give it to you if you’re just gonna complain about it”

He spread your legs even more, to reach deeper until he bottomed out. He wasn’t wasting any time, thrusting into your cute cunny like you didn’t have tomorrow.

“I-I... I can t-take it daddy, see how g-good I take it” he put one of your legs over his shoulder reaching deeper with his cock and hitting that spot that made your vision go blank. “I’m a good g-girl daddy... K-Kei, you feel so deep inside... I feel so good”

“If you were really a good girl you would take it all silently, but look at you, moaning so loudly, almost as if you want him to hear you” and he gives a particularly hard thrust that hits your sweet spot just right, leading to your moan slipping out. “I bet he heard that one, do you think he’ll hear this?” and he made a fist in his hand, threatening to knock on the wall next to him, the wall that divided the siblings room.

“N-no, please... I’ll shut u-up, I’ll b-be a good g-girl just please don’t s-stop...”

He went back to holding onto your waist with both his hands, and you grinded your hips to the same pace as he was fucking you.

“What a cute little cunny... too bad its all you’re good for, just a cumslut, but your my little cum slut, right?” you nod your head vigorously, you were so close to your orgasm, his dirty talk and his humiliating words only brought you closer to the edge. “Say it!”

“I’m your l-little cumslut!” you said with tears in your eyes, you shut your eyes close in the middle of your ecstasy, clenching down on him and holding onto his arms as you came all over his cock. The way your cute cunny pulled him inside for more made him go crazy, this cute little girl, to the eyes of anyone you were the innocent little (Y/n), quiet and shy. He’s proud that he’s the only one who can make you shake and squirm while you moan out his name.

He thrusts in a few more times before he shoots his white load into your cunt. He groans and throws his head back in pleasure. When you both come back down from your high he lays down next to you and runs his fingers through his hair with a smirk. He wraps his other arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, not caring if Yamaguchi walked in right now and saw you like this, he just wanted to hold you close and wake up next to you.

Can you blame him? He’d been wanting to fuck your little cunny for so long and when he finally got to do it, well, he doesn’t want this moment to end.

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Virgil had just gotten done brushing his hair when they heard the commotion outside the Manor.

Ainsliee squeaks in surprise. She turns to Virgil, boiling over with excitement, gleefully translating the message he had already guessed;

“Daddy’s back! He’s calling for us!!”

She grins and rushes over to Virgil, pulling his wrist and dragging him up from his seat. Virgil huffs in annoyance — not at her, of course, but at the bear’s continued barking — and waves his hand,

“Go on to him, then. But be careful, he’s still dangerous!”

Without a word of response, Annie dashes away. He doesn’t even think she was listening.

Virgil sighs, shaking his head. He trusts the Beast spirit not to hurt her, even with it’s unreasonable strength; After how careful the bear had been with him about an hour before, there’s no way he won’t show the same gentleness with his own cub…

The more cautious parts of Virgil can still imagine her rushing him too quickly and getting crushed on accident, though, so he knows he can’t linger long.

Virgil stands up to get dressed, still not excited to see his friends again. His stomach churns at the possibilities as he meanders towards a closet, silently hoping Lolth would just strike him down right now so he wouldn’t have to talk to them.

He just knows they’ll be angry, he feels it in his bones — and even if they aren’t, it will certainly be awkward, and that’s just as bad!

(Better to be the first to anger, so you might lead the conversation, Virgil reminds himself as he wallows in dread. He won’t even have to fake his ire if any of them come back injured, which he already knows is unavoidable. Aside from his desire to keep them all unharmed, he really doesn’t want to be owing any more favors…)

(And even more besides, if he could be petty, Virgil doesn’t want to go back outside. It’s cold and windy tonight, his hair is still damp, his limbs are still sore, his mom has his armor, and he doesn't want to put clothes back on, damnit.)

Another resounding roar thunders through the night air, and then Virgil feels the entire tree-tower tremble with vibrations.

Fully realizing that this dire bear is willing to climb the place and rip it open to find him, Virgil grabs the nearest warm-looking robe. He hastily slips it on over his bandages (and quiver belt, which he had already been wearing) as he makes his way out of the Manor.

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Logan watches Roman pace back and forth around the trees, in front of the spiraling stairway that leads up into the complex. He’s been incessantly huffing and stomping around like a petulant child, and Logan has no idea what to say to make him stop; He's been trying ever since the city was in sight.

Janus and Remus are very pointedly not helping, with Janus giving Logan a meaner side-eye the longer the wailing continues, and Remus yelling back at Roman for no other reason than to join in being loud.

Patton has less fear of the gigantic, angry animal, approaching the groaning beast and patting a hand on his paw,

“Aww, c’mon now, Roman. We just got here! Give them a minute to come down,” Patton soothes in a soft voice, “Not everyone is as fast as a giant bear!”

Roman looks down at him, acknowledging his presence, but he either didn’t understand Patton’s words or wholeheartedly doesn’t care. He softly shakes his paw to scoot Patton away, then rears up on his back legs, raises his arms, then lurches all of his body weight forward and slams into the trunk of the massive tree.

It doesn’t visibly shudder at his attack — even at his size, these great home-trees of the Faewild are many times wider around than a direbear, and won’t be knocked down so easily — but the intent is clear, and Logan worries someone as sensitive to vibrations as Virgil would be quite frightened. So, Logan quickly steps in, using a more stern tone this time (and his Universal Speech,)

“That’s enough! You are being impatient,” Logan scolds, “They will come down soon enough. One of them is injured. They can take their time if they wish to.”

An angry whine interrupts his last few words, but still, Roman backs away from the complex. He keeps growling and barking, but at least he’s not trying to break the damn thing down.

Right on queue, a little blue girl comes flying down the stairs like a missile, grinning wildly.

Logan sighs in relief, happy to see her in good spirits after how they had left off. Roman seems to feel the same, finally quieting down his complaints. He drops his head down to meet her when she approaches, sniffing her as she reaches up to hug his muzzle. She squeezes him as best she can from there, giggling when he pushes down a little to nuzzle her.

Practically tripping over herself with energy, Annie quickly pops up to bowl Patton over in a hug as well, giving Logan a wide grin over his shoulder as Patton squishes her close to his chest. Logan couldn’t suppress a smile in return, even if he wanted to.

Virgil appears at the staircase then, looking comically ethereal. His long, re-dyed hair and wide-sleeved elven robe blow in the wind, his expression soft and quietly observant; He looks much more like the picture of a dark-elven noble you would find in a storybook than the grizzled soldier they’ve been travelling with. Even his eyes have changed color, with his sclera turned black and his pupils reflecting pale moonlight.

Virgil spots Patton and Annie embracing, and relaxes at the sight of them. Then he turns his gaze on the rest of the team, and his usual scowl returns, eyes glowing red to match. Logan is almost comforted by the familiarity.

“Olath ilhar, You’re hurt!” Virgil growls, rushing down to meet them.

Logan grumbles to himself over the hypocrisy of that statement, looking over the bandages absolutely covering Virgil’s arms, legs and abdomen.

Roman shuffles his weight on his paws when he sees Virgil approach, but Virgil holds a hand out to him, scolding,

“Oh don’t you even start! You will sit and wait your turn!”

To Logan’s amazement, Roman whines and sits down on the grass, looking thoroughly reprimanded.

(Well that is just not fair.)

Virgil looks over each of them in turn, searching for wounds. He circles Patton first, alarmed by the bandages across his middle. The careful prodding of his hands remains in stark contrast to the snarl in his voice,

“I wouldn’t have let you go if I knew you were going to be so reckless!”

“You hardly let us go at all. And, only two of us are injured.” Logan corrects as if he can’t help it, not taking Virgil’s returning glare so seriously.

“Three of you! Roman is barely standing. And that’s more than half of your party, yutrit'zarreth!” Virgil hisses back. He moves over to Logan and stalks around him, searching him as well.

“I’m fine, Virgil, I didn’t even get near the battle.” Logan protests, shrugging off Virgil’s patchwork cloak in order to return it.

Virgil bares his teeth, still unconvinced. Logan sighs and sits through his examination, though he can’t help but complain to himself about how unfair Virgil is being.

Reminding himself of Virgil’s wounds, Logan uses their proximity to examine his bandages. They seem fairly well-wrapped, but it’s clear he hasn’t had any magical healing since they saw him last, and the bags under his eyes are dark even for Virgil. Every day it seems Virgil is stretching the limits of what levels of pain a person can ignore — by all accounts, he shouldn’t be conscious right now, much less standing.

The last few battles, Logan had tried not to think too much about why Virgil does this, and even less about how he became able to. But, at this point, it’s become obvious that he has a very serious problem. Logan’s going to have to do something if he doesn’t want Virgil to drive himself into the grave...

While he lets himself worry, Logan also notices the belt of Virgil’s quiver is strapped right over his bandages.

“Are you wearing that against your bare skin?” Logan scolds before he can stop himself, “What about the wound on your back?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Virgil grumbles, though bringing it up seems to have scared him off. He snatches his cloak from Logan’s hands, pulling it in under his robe and fastening it so it lies between the robe and his skin, then slinks away, glowering. Logan can’t help but think he’s misstepped, somehow.

Virgil has already moved on to look over Janus, who also tries to shoos the archer away, insisting he’s unharmed. Virgil hisses at him, too, but quickly moves on to Remus anyway.

“Get inside and rest, all of you!” Virgil orders as he prowls around him, examining the bruises on his sides and back with gentle touches, “We’ve already lost too much travel time as it is, at this rate we’ll never make it to the Capital.”

“What about Roman? I doubt he can fit inside, are we just going to leave him out here??” Patton whines. Virgil snaps a short, sharp laugh and glares at the bear,

“Yeah, for all I care.”

Roman groans at him, and Virgil snaps something back in Drowic. Logan doesn’t know if he can actually understand Virgil’s words or just the tone in which he’s saying them, but Roman is certainly respecting his orders more than he did Logan’s.

(Logan quickly reminds himself that Virgil had once claimed to be a Ranger, and answers his own questions on the matter.)

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Logan advises carefully, taking note of Virgil’s mood. He keeps his tone as soothing as possible as he explains,

“This is his first time shifting, we should stay to make sure he doesn’t do anything reckless. Besides, specifically as a bear, he will grow distressed if we leave his sight.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to study him.” Janus supplies unhelpfully, apparently living to annoy him. Virgil doesn’t respond, though, and Logan can tell that his reasoning got through to him.

Remus rolls his eyes, quickly growing bored of their debate,

“Well, I’m certainly staying with Brother Bear over here, and the three of us have a long overdue heart-to-heart scheduled for, ehhh, right about now~!”

Virgil pretends not to hear him while he studies the bruise on Remus’s back. Remus frowns at being ignored, turning on his heel and grabbing Virgil’s shoulders to stop him in his tracks,

“Let’s have a little chat~! You aren’t getting out of this, slick.”

Virgil glares holes into Remus’s chest, then turns away from him, hissing his discomfort the entire way. Janus looks similarly displeased, leveling an unfriendly look at Remus before taking his hand and following along.

Logan and Patton follow the three of them, Annie holding Patton’s hand and instructing Roman to follow behind.

Virgil leads them to a vacated barn, instructing Roman to lie down and wait. Annie nestles in next to his side, and Logan and Patton join her, watching Virgil lead Remus and Janus back out. Virgil keeps himself several paces ahead of them, looking like he might lose his nerve and bolt at any minute.

Logan and Patton share an uneasy look, only able to speculate about what happened between Virgil and the odd duo…

Janus doesn’t say a word, worried about getting himself in trouble before they even start the conversation. Virgil already seems tense, and Janus doesn’t ignore the way he positions himself closer to the Manor complex than to the barn.

Once he’s satisfied they’re far enough away that Logan can’t eavesdrop, he very rigidly turns to face his two old friends, waiting for someone else to start.

Janus and Virgil just glare in each other’s directions, both refusing to be the first to get vulnerable. (At least Virgil’s eyes are glowing faintly red, so Janus knows where they’re pointed, and where the hell Virgil is.)

Remus stands with his hands on his hips and glances between them impassively, knowing it’s only a matter of time until one of them cracks.

Despising the awkward silence more than anything else, Janus finally smirks,

“Well, you look terrible.”

“What are you doing here?” Virgil growls, shifting his gaze between the two. He still hasn’t looked either of them in the eye, just glaring at the grass by their feet like it’s done something to offend him; something it took many years to get Virgil to stop doing.

“Oh, you know I just love the Faewild,” Janus grumbles, folding his arms defensively, “But, this time, I must confess we were mainly looking for you.”

“Why?” Virgil growls even lower, his eyes turning even brighter red. Janus rolls his eyes at the aggressive display, 80% certain Virgil is simulating it this time.

“What do you mean ‘why?’” Janus scoffs, quickly growing annoyed, “It’s been so long, I was starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost!”

Janus expected the cold reception, of course, but he’s never exactly been lauded for his temper. Remus steps in, knowing a spat is imminent if he doesn’t. He chuckles,

“You fucked off in quite a rush, but you did say you were coming home eventually.”

Virgil’s jaw drops.

He quickly shakes himself out of it and resumes his defensive posture, but the damage was done; The same shocked look spreads to the other two. The three just stare each other down, all of them growing more confused by the minute.

Virgil breaks first, looking away at a suddenly very interesting rock as he mumbles,

“…You expected me to come back?”

Janus can immediately read the implication under the words; the question Virgil is afraid to ask. He feels his chest constrict a little at the thought, too winded to keep up his usual snark. In all of the visions he had seen to prepare for this moment, Virgil had never reacted like this. Usually he ran, and often he was angry at them or scared of them, but never…dejected.

“Darling, of course! How could you assume anything else?”

“I don’t know,” Virgil huffs, shoulders raising up to his ears, “Maybe it was the huge fucking fight we had seconds before I ran off for two fucking years— Aren’t you mad?!”

“No!” Janus and Remus shout at the same time, with varying levels of surprise and distress. Virgil’s still on the offensive, glaring at them.

“Fuck off! I almost took your whole arm off, and then you leased that dweomer, and Remus lost it—”

“That’s not the first time we each went a little crazy, Virgil.” Janus shakes his head, subtly motioning down to his ankle,

“That’s part of the reason we’ve stuck together for so long, remember?”

Virgil smiles a little at the reference, an inside joke between the three of them he thankfully hasn’t forgotten. Still, he seems reluctant.

He turns a bit towards them now, though he’s started picking at his nails, like he does when he’s really nervous. His eyes are wide and startled, but he still won’t look up,

“That time was… different. Something happened. I think I…” He shakes his head, steadying his voice before he continues,

“No, I know it this time. I’m not going crazy, something cursed me in that cave! All I remember is us knocking over some altar with a crystal on it, and now I can do magic on the surface?! And I got all paranoid about every little move, and I tried to run off for good!”

“It wasn’t a curse. At least, I don’t think so.” Janus sighs, looking down at his hand, which is now covered in dragon-like scales under his glove. “And it wasn’t just you, either.”

Remus grins, focusing on drawing forward that strange energy he now houses. He holds out his hand, letting Virgil watch as he conjures the usual smoke effects he’s always been able to summon, now along with some unusual yellow lightning flashing within.

“Me and Deedee also got some cool new powers~! And some other weird stuff, too!”

Virgil slowly creeps forward to get a better look, still apparently deciding whether he should be afraid or angry. Very slowly, he reaches up and lays one of his hands on Remus’s, then raises the other. Janus and Remus watch as Virgil’s eyes glow blue, and a cluster of lightning grows out of his skin, dancing around his fingers. A moment later, both magic effects fizzle out with a sharp crackling sound.

“Where did you learn that?” Janus hums, mildly impressed, though he already knows the answer. Virgil shrugs, looking back towards the barn,

“Logan’s been teaching me how to control it. I’m still not great at it yet, but I haven’t accidentally killed anyone in several days.” Virgil sighs. He looks around at his friends, finally looking them in the eyes, though he still looks a bit like a frightened animal. Slowly, he adds,

“I still don’t know how I feel about this,” He admits, then sends a short glance at Remus, “But, you and your brother have to do something together in town, right? So… We’re all going in the same direction, anyway.”

“And you’re set on these new guys?” Janus sighs, trying not to sound disappointed. Virgil shrugs.

“I don’t think I can leave them yet. I’m making progress, but I still need Logan’s help…” Virgil looks back at the barn, an annoyed grumble returning to his tone,

“And, these three are kind of pathetic. I really don’t think they’ll make it in one piece without us, anyway.”

Janus chuckles in agreement, not at all surprised. Remus flips his hair with a smile,

“Oh, so there’s an ‘us’ now~?”

Before Virgil can even blush at the slip, Remus is laughing again,

“Well then, it can’t be helped~ Looks like the three of us are coming with them!”

“Of course.” Janus nods, “As much as it pains me to waste my time with such irksome people, it would be convenient for us to travel together. And, according to Logan, you need a sorcerer’s help with the whole ‘training’ thing.”

(Janus avoids adding a snarky remark about how “that also proves that you never should have left to begin with,” though it is difficult.)

“I’d rather it be you then some other high class know-it-all I haven’t met. One is enough.” Virgil admits, though he can’t resist rolling his eyes at Janus’s snark.

Now, a bit of a smirk has returned to Virgil’s face. He looks between the two again, blushing slightly and fiddling with his hands again to distract from his brain. Virgil himself is unsure whether he’s more afraid or hopeful. Not that he would ever admit to the latter.

“So… you really aren’t mad?”

“No, dear. If any of us have a right to be, it’s you.” Janus sighs. Virgil whines in complaint,

“But— Two years is a long time for you, you can’t just let me get away with that!”

“I was busy with something, anyway, so it’s no big deal~” Janus sighs, not quite willing to admit to himself whether or not it’s a lie. To silence Virgil’s arguing he holds one hand out to Virgil, and focuses on melting away just that little section of his glamour.

Green and yellow scales are revealed all along his hand and wrist, and Virgil gasps for a moment, reaching over to touch them. The look he gives Janus then is devastating, the last of the fear easing out of his shoulders as the memory of that night washes over him.

“This is what I was scared of?” Virgil frowns, sounding more than a little disappointed in himself, “Your scales are spreading?”

“There’s much more to it than that,” Janus quickly corrects him, letting the phrase carry a lot of weight for him, “But we can get into that when you’re awake enough to process a more detailed conversation.”

“I thought you were just born with them. Are you supposed to grow more?”

“No, I’m not. Like Remus said, you aren’t the only one who was affected.” Janus shrugs, “We both have physical mutations, though not quite like your scars. Remus already mentioned what happened to his wings, didn’t he?”

Virgil turns to him expectantly. Remus holds his hands behind his back and grins,

“Ooooh no, I’m saving that surprise for something special. After all, now Roman’s here to see ‘em too, and you know I can’t resist dramatic timing~”

“Before you keep insisting you’re too dangerous to congregate around,” Janus muses lightly before Virgil can say another word, “You’re not the only one with new temporal magic.”

Janus takes a tiny amount of pleasure in the momentary horror on Virgil’s face. As a treat.

“Oh, don’t get all worked up, my love~” Janus teases, patting Virgil’s arm, “I’m not able to affect time in any real sense, I can only predict the future. That’s how we were able to track you somewhat reliably.”

“That’s terrifying.” Virgil grumbles, “Are you guys having bursts like mine??”

“Nope. Aside from the visions, which can sneak up on me at times, I’m perfectly in control of my magic.” Janus smirks, “Remus has been having a similar problem to yours, when he gets excited. Not nearly as large-scale, though it can occasionally be dangerous.”

“And I revel in the chaos of it, so no skin off my back~!” Remus grins.

They fall into silence again, though it’s a bit more comfortable now. Virgil shuffles from foot to foot, not quite sure how to end the conversation, or disperse the lingering doubts and awkwardness hanging between them.

(As much as Virgil can try and dismiss his old feelings as “part of the Madness Roman cured,” there’s still a lot about that night that still doesn’t feel right in Virgil’s gut, and he doesn’t know how long he wants to wait for a longer explanation.)

(And, though their parting altercation has been mostly dismissed, it’s still been two years since he saw them last. Virgil knows how much non-elves can change in that time. What if even now, with everything said and done, they still can’t go back to the way they were before? What if they’re different now, and they don’t get along as well as they used to? Should he really want to, anyway??)

Sensing his worries and eager to put them to rest, Janus peels his other glove off as well and steps forward, very gently taking Virgil’s hands.

“Are you angry?” He asks, softly and genuinely.

“You can be upset, Virgil. A lot has happened, it’s okay if you need time.” Janus sends a glance in Remus’s direction, prodding him to help. Remus gives Virgil one of his ‘dazzling’ grins, trying to reassure him that they don’t hold any grudges.

Virgil relishes the familiar feeling of Janus’s hand, shoving aside his remaining worries. He’ll deal with his lingering doubts later.

(Their arrival has added an incredible number of new problems to his plate, but he’s frazzled and exhausted. His best friends are back, and they don’t hate him. At least for tonight, that will be enough; God knows he has enough to worry about right now, anyway.)

Virgil shakes his head, voice still sore from earlier that day, and nearly boneless with exhaustion. Janus and Remus share a knowing look, well aware Virgil is hiding something but too overwhelmed to get into it now.

“Let’s just head back in and rest for tonight.” Virgil sighs, brushing his hair behind his ear. He turns to Janus, frowning,

“In the morning, you’re going to have to tell them about the sorcery thing. And, probably also about being a snake. Logan never leaves it be at one question.”

“Ugh! You people won’t let me keep any of my secrets!” Janus complains, folding his arms. He already knew he would need to come clean, but that doesn’t mean he has to enjoy it. He tilts his chin up in an expression of faux-contempt, tone mocking,

“Fine, but only if you promise to actually sleep tonight. I wasn’t kidding earlier, you look like shit.”

“That’s not fair, someone has to keep watch!”

“We have a twenty-foot bear in there, who is going to sneak up on that? You’re being ridiculous.”

“But what about when Roman changes back in the morning? Someone has to be awake to help him!”

“I will, then!” Remus scoffs, “I’m his brother, he’s not gonna want anyone else to see him naked. Besides, we all know damn well you’re going to wake up the second anyone moves, hypersensitive ass.”

“Oh, shit.” Virgil hums, “We should pick him up some clothes before we head back in…”

“Ooooh, can I pick them out~?” Remus grins evilly. Virgil slaps his arm, trying not to laugh,

“No, leave him alone! He’s probably gonna be scared at first. You can bully him later.”

“You’re such a buzzkill! I don’t remember you being this lame.”

“Say that again when I have the energy to kick your ass.”

They playfully shove and bat at each other the whole way up the stairs, being careful of each other’s wounds while threatening to throw the other off the balcony. At the same time, they move slowly, considerate of Janus’s leg and eyesight.

Janus watches them and suppresses a fond smile, his cold heart warming at how quickly they’ve started to ease back into their usual dynamic...

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blewink · 4 years ago

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heated // kth

warnings: dom!taehyung, sub!reader, fingering, daddy kink, cum play?, you get the jist

word count: 3.1k

a/n: hi its been a while ! i hope you’re all still here, schools a bitch but i still love writing :) send in a request if you’d like :p also let me know if you’d like a part two bc i have many ideas

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You always hated mock debates because your professor would always place you against your biggest competition, Kim Taehyung. Even though you two were on the same team, you both were top of your class since middle school and always trying to be better than each other. And oh so lucky for you, you were now at the same college and both on the debate team.

“Ms. Y/N”- your thoughts were interrupted by your professor, who was sitting in the first row of seats in the empty auditorium. “You and Taehyung to the podiums please. Your first topic is global warming and how it affects the younger generation.” You were confident in yourself and usually you never doubted your senses. As you walked up to the podium, a chill ran up your spine, it was abnormally cold in the auditorium and the short uniform didn’t help you at all.

The bright lights filled the stage, providing the slightest bit of warmth. You looked to the other podium, seeing Taehyung already looking back at you, you scoff and roll your eyes, looking back down at your paper which you had already begun writing notes on. “Do either of you need more time to prepare?” Your professor asks, you both shake your heads in response, “Okay Taehyung you may begin.” You gulp, sure you were good but so was Taehyung, and his handsome face didn’t help you either- wait what?

“Global warming is an ever growing issue that impacts the entire world, but more so for the incoming generation, as they are the ones who will be needing to tend to the dirty world that the older generation left behind.” God he’s good. He continues,

“The younger generation now has to clean the mess this older generation has left behind-”

“My opponent here is simply restating what he just said, so I’ll take it upon myself to continue. This younger generation essentially has no more childhood because they now have to come up with ways to make sure they have a livable future,” You take a short look at your notes, “A great factor causing global warming is carbon dioxide emission. We now see more of the younger generation taking this into consideration and we see more of them riding a bike or walking to places rather than using a car.”

While speaking, you can feel Taehyung's eyes burning into your body, making your cheeks heat up. You glance at him and he’s biting his lip, making you quickly look forward to your professor. He always did this, trying to make you flustered and make you trip on your words. It worked the first couple times but you eventually became accustomed to it, this time being no different.

A couple minutes passed and the debate went smoothly, however it took a heated turn at some point and you two were practically at each other's throats. This topic was something you were very passionate about, as it was the whole reason you were going to school for. So when he mentioned that big corporations' emissions levels didn't have a real impact on global warming, you were quick to fire back at him.

You completely ignored everyone's looks at you as you were eager to make sure Taehyung knew he was in the wrong. You were quickly interrupted by your professor, “Y/N that's enough, your point was proven. Please take the rest of the hour to calm down in the rest area in the back room.” He points behind you and you quickly apologize and make your way behind the curtains and into the back hallway.

You hear some mumbling behind you and footsteps following yours. You turn and of course, it’s Taehyung. “Hey y/n, you good?” You take a deep breath before answering him, “Yeah I’m good, just what you said wasn’t right.” You finally make it to the back room and lay across one of the couches in the room. You hear him sit on the couch just across from yours. “How could I be wrong though? I did my research and it said that big companies don’t contribute as much CO2 emissions as common people.” Is he really still on this? You were getting pissed off, “Did you really come in here just to piss me off more?”

You sit upright to face him, he has a smug look on his face, meaning he was up to no good. “Baby, you have got to loosen up, you’re too cute when you’re all flustered.” He gets up and walks to the door and locks it before walking back over to the bookcase. Your cheeks flush at the pet name, “You’re not doing this to me again,” You get up and walk over to him, “You’re not gonna pretend to flirt with me just to distract me from the debates.”

His fingers trace the book spines, making you wet you panties a bit, fuck you and your stupid hand kink. He hums, “Well, for one, the debate is over and there's nothing to distract you from. And second,” He pauses and faces you. His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you close to him, your faces are meer centimeters away now, “Who said I was pretending?” Your eyes are wide and you can’t believe a word he says. You back away from him, laughing, “You’re kidding right? Alright who set you up to this?”

He laughs at your response, his voice dips lower than usual, “You are so oblivious, aren't you baby?” The pet name and his deep voice make your knees feel weak and you let out a small whimper. You quickly cover your mouth and pray that he didn’t hear that. His movement freezes and you look over at him, he laughs again, “Did you like that? Hmm?” His eyebrow cocks up, but you stay in place and quiet.

He walks toward you and you step backwards until you feel a table hit your lower back. He presses his whole body against yours and brings his lips to your ears, “I asked if you liked what I said, I’m gonna need a response from you.” You nod but it seems to not be enough for him, he grabs the backs of your thighs and pulls you up and places you on top of the table. His hand reaches for your chin and he forces your eyes to meet his, “I need you to say yes or no, do you understand pup?” The new name makes your knees impulsive close but his body between your legs blocks them. “Yes.”

“You need to tell me if you want to stop because if you don’t, I won’t. Do you understand me?” You quickly reply ‘ yes.’ His lips dive into yours, his saliva tastes sweet and his tongue deepens the kiss. His hands quickly untuck your dress shirt and he carefully unbuttons it, his hands travel to your breasts. He gives them small squeezes, making you moan into the kiss. You pull away and unclasp your bra, revealing one of your biggest secrets, your nipple piercings.

You earn a gasp from him and your face goes warm, “No point in being embarrassed baby, you’re absolutely stunning.” He ducks down and sucks on your nipples, which were hypersensitive. You’ve soaking through your panties at this point, he stops his actions, “Wait, do the piercings make them more sensitive for you?” You nod, forgetting the vocal rule, which it seems he did too as he continues his actions. His teeth lightly tug at the barbs, making you moan. You slap your hand over your mouth, remembering you aren’t too far from the main stage. “No no no, I wanna hear baby.” Feeling careless you move your hand away.

He pulls you off the table, eager to hear your noises again, “Take your skirt off for me baby” You unzip your skirt from the side and let it drop. He removes his tie and dress shirt and he unbuckles his belt, quickly ridding himself of his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. His cock was very visible and pressed against the fabric of his boxers. “Lay on the couch for me.” You do as you're told.

He comes up to your face and quickly kisses you, he moves to your neck, then trails down to the hem of your panties. He spreads your knees apart, and traces the wet spot on your panties, “Awe did my little pup ruin her panties?” His finger barely grazes the fabric on top of your clit, “Only because of daddy’s words.” You both freeze and you immediately start to apologize, “I’m sorry let’s just pretend-” He stops you, “No it’s okay. Daddy likes the name.” He winks at you and pulls your panties off.

He drags his finger down your slit and slightly presses into your hole. The teasing makes you whine, “More daddy.” He looks back up at you, “Tsk tsk, we must not have manners huh?” “Wha-” A hard smack to the side of your ass cuts you off. You let out a choked moan, “Mmm little pup must like that.” He pulls your hips up and turns you over, on top of his lap. His hand rubs your ass before he gives another hard smack. He gives about five more before the pain turns into pleasure. “Look at you such a little mess, your poor little pussy is leaking all over the couch. Such a dirty little pup aren’t you?” You finally realize your pussy was indeed leaking, your inner thighs felt cold and you felt yourself dripping.

“Please daddy, touch me.” His hand was now cupped over your cunt, “Thank you for using your manners, where would you like daddy to touch you?” You press against his hand, “Clit, hole anywhere, please” Your voice is barely a whisper, but he complies. You’re still laid over his lap and he spreads your legs apart and rubs your clit with small and slow circles. “I wanna see your little cunt leak some more, that okay with you baby?” You nod your head, “Yes daddy.”

His movements slightly increase in speed, making your body shake in pleasure, you feel more of your juices leak out of you. “Fuck baby, you get so fucking wet, all for me isn’t that right?” “Yes daddy, all for you.” He plunges two fingers into your needy hole with ease, you immediately clench around him. His fingers fuck you at a moderate pace and he then adds a third and soon a fourth. His fingers are long and press against your sweet spot. His other hand rubs your clit, “So close, keep going” His fingers keep pumping in and out of you, “That’s it baby, cum for me. Make daddy proud.” His words send you over the edge, your orgasm pummels your body. His fingers ride you through your high, he pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty.

You sit up back on your legs. You notice the obvious wet spot on the couch, Taehyung gets up and rids himself of his boxers. He sits back down and pats his lap. You notice his size now, he’s long and thick but you know you can take him. You straddle his lap and you can already feel the tip of his cock pressing at the entrance of your cunt. “Take it when you're ready,” You want to tease him so you take his cock and rub the tip along your pussy, coating in your juices. You bring it back to your hole and you lower yourself slightly onto the tip, barely taking him. He’s quick to notice your teasing and gives a slight smack to you ass, “Don’t be a brat, take the cock like it’s yours-” You lower yourself completely, cutting him off.

His hands immediately go to your waist and you moan because his cock is pressing directly on your sweet spot, you whisper into his ear, “Holy fuck, I could literally cum right now you’re so big.” Your sentence ends in a squeak as your body shivers. Your cunt is still completely stuffed with his cock, you lift yourself slightly and fall back down. His grip tightens with every time you come back down, “How the fuck are you still so god damn tight? Did I not prep your little cunt enough?” You shake your head, “No you did fine, just fuck me”

He flips you onto your back, “Oh I’ll fuck you alright.” His hips immediately snap against yours, the fast pace makes you hold onto his shoulders. Your whimpers and the sound of skin slapping fills the room, “That’s right, such a good pup for me. Taking my cock so well aren’t you?” You nod. He brings his lips to the side of your neck, sucking lightly and licking. He grabs one of your legs and brings it to the side of him, his cock goes deeper than before and abuses your poor sweet spot, “Gonna cum.” His cock pumps in and out of you, “You gonna cum all over this cock aren't you baby?” Your nails dig into his skin and your body buzzes.

You feel something wet splash onto your inner thighs and look down, “Did you cum?” you ask, a little confused. “Not yet baby, that was you. You can squirt?” A shocked expression covers both your faces, “I guess so, no one has ever made me cum like that.” A slight blush fades on your cheeks until you realize he still hasn't cum. He grabs your hips as though he’s ready to get up but you whisper in his ear, “I want you to cum in me.”

Not a second passes and his hips snap against yours, giving you a hard thrust deep inside you, making you shiver in overstimulation. He continues and his grunts get higher in pitch indicating he’s close. You purposely squeeze around his cock and say, “Fill me up, please, I’ll do anything. Please-” You gasp as you feel his hot seed spill into you. He doesn’t stop until he milks himself completely. He pulls himself out and his seed quickly follows after, and you quickly lift your hips, attempting to avoid making a mess on the couch under you.

He quickly gets up and heads to the bathroom on the other side of the room, grabbing some paper towels, wetting a few. He quickly walks back and places some under your bottom, you assume he’s going to wipe off your cunt but he pulls your hips down, making his cum spill out of you. You shiver at the sensation, but Taehyung’s fingers quickly spread his cum all over your cunt. He scoops a bit from your leaking hole and he brings his fingers to your mouth, you comply and suck his fingers clean. “Good girl.” The praise makes your cunt squeeze, allowing more of his seed to spill out onto the paper towels.

You then feel a cold towel wiping between your thighs, cleaning up the mess created. “Jesus, I’ve never had a load this big, I swear, sorry it’s such a big mess sweetheart.” There’s genuine concern coming from his voice, making you blush a little. “It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about that.” He cocks an eyebrow up but his eyes are still glued to your cunt, “So my baby’s taken loads this big before?” You close your thighs out of embarrassment, but Taehyung’s quick to open them back up, “Answer the question.” You shake your head, “Not by a guy, I just have toys that do”

The confession makes your face burn red and Taehyung hums and quickly finishes cleaning you and the couch up. You both quickly get dressed as best you can before Taehyung continues the conversation. “Listen I do like you, like a lot. I’m not trying to make this a one time thing.” You feel relieved knowing it wasn’t a one time thing, knowing someone like him doesn't come around too often, “Well it’s a good thing I’m not either.” He grabs the sides of your face and kisses you gently on the lips. You kiss him back and let your eyes flutter closed. It’s more intimate than the ones before, you’re the one to pull away for air. His lips are pink and covered in saliva and you can assume yours are too.

“So what are you doing after this?” You’re still trying to fix your skirt, by flattening the front, “Well nothing really, just the tournament tomorrow” He grabs your hand and interlaces his fingers with yours, “How many toys do you have baby?” You bite your lips and it takes you a second to recall you every growing toy collection, “Quite a bit.” He hums, seems like he likes doing that, “Well why don’t you take daddy to your apartment and do a little show and tell for him, hmm?” Your cheeks go red again, despite him already having been balls deep inside you. “What exactly do you mean my show and tell?” He brings you closer to him, “You tell daddy about your toys, then you show me how you use them.” You’d never shown anyone your collection before, but it made you excited. You quickly opened the door and tried to walk as quickly as you could back to the stage, as it was the quickest way back to the parking lot. You weren’t expecting anyone to still be there but your professor called out your name just as you two were about to leave the auditorium. You quickly turn to Taehyung to ask him, “Did you give me any hickies?” His eyes widen and stare at your neck. Amazing, how lucky could you be. You quickly pull your hair out of your ponytail and try to cover your neck. “Hey Professor Yu, did you need something?” She comes closer to you before saying, “Did you and Taehyung figure things out?” You quickly nod, “Yeah it was a simple misunderstanding.” Taehyung quickly interjects, “You could say she just needed to scream it out.” Professor Yu’s face twits in confusion, “Well good, I can’t have my two best kids at each other's throats. Speaking of, you look like you might have bumped into something there.” You laugh it off and say it was just make up you were trying out in the backroom, which for some reason she believes. “Well, I’ll see you two tomorrow morning at 7am sharp. You two have fun until then.” She turns away and Taehyung quickly shouts, “Don’t worry we will!” You jab your elbow into his side, “Jeez could you be more obvious?” He laughs at you but drags you out by the arm to your car, “We better get home quick, it’s gonna be a long night.”

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5-seconds-of-bucky · 4 years ago

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A/N: *Emoji title because I have no clue what to name this* I got so many comments on this blurb about the fish and I felt legally obligated to write something about it so here ya go :) It was supposed to be a small blurb but I got carried away 😉

Summery: Your son gets his fish

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

“Daddy, can I open the really big one first?” Jack asked as soon as he laid his eyes on the large object wrapped in shiny paper next to the Christmas tree. He ran over to the gift, placing his hands on the top and leaning in close to it. There were plenty of gifts for him and Lilli in the living room, but he was of course enticed by the largest one.

“Hold on, bubs. Let me take your picture in front of the tree,” you said, grabbing your phone from the coffee table and snapping a few pictures of him. He moved back towards the gift again as Shawn walked in with a tired looking Lilliana on his hip. “Let’s take another one with Lilli.”

Shawn sat Lilliana down next to Jack, letting you take a few more pictures before scooping her back into his arms.

“Can I open it now?” Jack asked hopping up, antsy to see what could possibly be under the paper he wanted so badly to rip away.

“Let’s start off with some smaller gifts, kiddo,” Shawn suggested as he sat down next to you.

“Why don’t we start with this one?” You grabbed a smaller one from beneath the tree and handed it to him, watching his eyes light up as he saw what was inside.

It continued like that for a while: you and Shawn handing out gifts to Jack and helping Lilli open some of hers After nearly 45 minutes of unwrapping, you were almost done. The only unopened gift was the big surprise Jack was adamant you let him open soon.

“Alrighty, last one, bubs.” You held up your phone, wanting to get what you knew was going to be a very excited reaction on tape.

Jack didn’t need to be told another word, quickly getting to work and tearing the paper off like his life depended on it. He paused once the top was visible, immediately screaming with excitement and jumping around. Lilli got excited too, wiggling around and squealing even though she had no idea what was going on.

“What’d you get?” Shawn asked through his laughs.

“Fissssh!”

“Well let’s see it. Take the rest of the wrapping paper off.”

He went over to fully unwrap the present, revealing a fish tank with various fish furniture in it. There was obviously no fish in it, but that did nothing to deter Jack’s excitement. He’d been asking for a fish for so long. It was a five year old’s dream come true.

“We’re getting a fishy!”

As happy as you were that he was excited, you didn’t hear about non-fish related come out of his mouth for the next three days. Every day, at least six times a day, he’d ask when you were going to go get the fish. Santa brought the fish home but he wanted Jack to pick out the fish himself so Jack was going to have to wait until you could drive him to the store to get one.

“We’re going to go on Sunday,” you kept telling him. You and Shawn both wanted to be there when he picked one out, which meant that you had to wait until both of you had the day off. Jack was growing more impatient by the day and you did your best to distract him from the topic by talking about anything else but fish, but it only worked for so long before he was thinking back to it and asking you when you were going to get it.

You woke up before everyone else on Saturday morning; a rarity in the Mendes household. You were usually woken up by someone accidentally being too loud at 7 a.m. but it appeared that everyone was worn out from the night before. You had a family game night that got intense when you played Candy Land and you and Shawn got to the end before Jack. Jack was not too happy about that so you ended up playing about seven rematches and everyone was hyped up the whole time.

You were able to sit on the porch for forty-five minutes or with your mug of tea before Lilli found you, pulling you inside to pour her a bowl of cereal. She was telling you about her dream as you put a small bowl of Cheerios in front of her when Jacked skipped in, barreling into you to give you a hug.

“Good morning, mommy!” he said rather loudly, making you cringe just the slightest. It was too early for yelling.

“Morning, bubs.” You bent down to kiss the top of his head. “What’cha want for breakfast?”

“Cereal!”

“Alright, go sit down with Lilli.”

He let go of you and jumped into a chair, swinging his feet and humming some random song he made up while you made his breakfast.

“Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“Are we getting the fish today?”

“Jack, I’ve told you enough times. We’re going-”

“Today!” Shawn announced as he entered the kitchen.

“Yeahhhh!” Jack screamed as he jumped down from the chair, running straight into Shawn’s legs to give him a hug. Shawn picked him up and peppered kisses all over his son’s face, then tossing him slightly in the air, causing Jack to burst out into loud giggles.

“Daddy, me too!” Lilli chanted from her highchair, stretching her arms out to her father. Shawn put Jack back in his seat before taking Lilli out of hers and tossing her a few times as well.

“That’s enough yelling,” you said, happy that everyone was excited but wanting to spare your ears. “Thank you.”

“When are we going?”

“Once everyone eats breakfast and gets changed.”

Jack practically snatched the bowl out of your hands as you put in front of him, eating as quickly as he could before racing to his room to pick out some clothes.

“Morning, baby,” Shawn said after placing a kiss on your lips once Jack went to his room. “How’re you feeling this morning?”

“Feeling alright,” you replied. “Don’t you have to go to the studio today?”

“Nah, took the day off. Thought we’d surprise Jack.”

“He could’ve waited until tomorrow, you know. He needs to learn to be patient.”

“Yeah, but I think if you hear him ask when we were going to get the fish one more time you might explode so I thought I’d divert that situation.” He placed his hands on the side of your baby bump as he smiled down at you.

“You know me so well.”

“I am your husband.” He leaned down for another kiss, squeezing your sides to elicit a giggle from you. “Now, get some food in that belly and get dressed so we can go get that fish.”

An hour later, everyone was dressed and ready to go. You buckled the kids in their carseats and drove to the pet store, letting Jack talk himself to death about how excited he was. He was ready to jump out of the car the second it was in park but Shawn stopped him, telling him that the fish weren’t going anywhere and he needed to be safe if he wanted to get one.

Jack grabbed Shawn’s hand as you unbuckled Lilli and placed her on your hip. You walked across the parking lot, having to remind Jack that he needed to be holding someone’s hand as he walked into the store. Shawn had to jog to keep up with the energetic toddler.

You walked through the doors together and Jack looked around to find the fish section. He spotted it pretty quickly and tugged on Shawn’s arm so they could go over there. The four of you made your way to the wall of tiny fish tanks and Jack jumped up and down at the sight of it.

“Daddy, look at all the fish!” His grip left Shawn’s hand to get closer to the tanks with various colorful fish. “Look at this one! It’s eyes are so big!”

You both laughed as you shifted Lilli to your other hip, walking closer to look at the fish with eyes too large for its head. Before either of you could make a comment about the fish, Jack was already moving to the next tank to see what was inside.

“This one is rainbow!”

“Me see!” Lilli said. You put her down on the ground, following close behind as she toddled over to Jack. “Fishy!”

The two of them walked across the wall, Jack telling Lilli what color each of them was as they stopped to look at each tank.

“We did a good job,” Shawn commented as he came over to stand closer and wrap an arm around your waist.

“With what? Driving our kids to the pet store?” You kept your eyes on them, not wanting to look away in case they wandered off.

“I mean making and raising them but that too I guess,” he chuckled, resting his head atop yours.

“Well we got one more coming so I wouldn’t say anything quite yet.”

“Oh stop, you know they’re going to be just as great as these two.”

“I know.” You turned your head to kiss his shoulder. “Three’s a lot though.”

“We’re going to be fine. No stress, it’s bad for the baby.”

You rolled your eyes at that, pushing him off of you playfully.

“Mommy, daddy, I want this one!” Jack said eagerly, pointing to a tank full of red and blue fish.

“Ooh, that’s a pretty one, Jack,” you said as you made your way to him, crouching down to get a better look at the fish swimming around.

Shawn found an associate to get the fish into a bag as Jack blabbered to the fish about what the outside world is like.

“We live in a big house. And there’s a playground near it! Daddy takes me to it all the time. Maybe you can come too!”

The associate handed the plastic bag to a beaming Jack, who took hold of the bag like it was the most delicate of babies.

“This is my little sister, Lilli.” He proudly turned the bag so the fish was facing his sister. “Lilli, say hi!”

“Hi, fishy!” Lilli waved at the fish.

“Wait, mommy, can the fishy get a sister too?”

You looked at Shawn.

“I don’t see why not,” he said with a shrug.

So now you were a family of six, and soon to be seven.

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smutggukk · 4 years ago

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7:00 am

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“Ring ring”

letting out an annoyed groan, I sit up on the bed, and glare at the alarm clock, as if it’s an actual person, why? Because why not? (Let’s pump it up 💃 Stan loona)

Lifting up the blanket, I shut off the alarm clock and head to the washroom still half asleep, I do my morning routine and change into a suit.

Grabbing my car keys and work stuff, I head to school, working as a school principal was not really what I expected to work as, but what could I do when I desperately needed a job after getting fired? Thank god for my sister who introduced me to this job and helped me get it. Nonetheless I work hard, besides I’m pretty popular and get talked about a lot, I’m actually the first female principal they’ve had.

Walking into school I look around to see everyone’s eyes on me, some smiling, some waving at me, of course I greet them back, and walk to my office with a giggle, loving the attention, placing my things on the desk, I sit down getting to work.

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Time skip; 9:00 am

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On a call with my mom, I hear a knock on my office’s door, quickly hanging up, I tell the person to ‘come in’, of course as usual, the ‘bad boy’ of the school walks in with a smirk, “missed me, pretty?” He chuckles sitting down the chair right in front of my desk and spreading his legs wide, I sigh watching his every move “you know jeon, you spend more time in my office than in class, why don’t you just live here?” The sarcastic side in me comes out.

“That’s a great idea, gorgeous, I hope you don’t mind?” He snickers messing with me, “what happened this time? Let me guess, you either replied back to a teacher or didn’t pay attention to class” “Bingo!! Both this time, you guessed right, want a prize?” “I’d rather you start paying attention to your studies, I’m serious” “I’d rather study you” he says with a wink, I couldn’t help but crack a laugh at his remark.

“Don’t you want good grades and stuff? Don’t you wanna grow up and live a good life?” “Of course, but who said I need good grades to live a good life?” “You’re not wrong little guy, but you kinda do?” He scrunches his nose, “little guy?” He lets out a raspy chuckle, kinda turning me on when i shouldn’t be, he continues “- well you see Ms Yn...”

Somehow the way my name rolls of his mouth gives me butterflies, is it bad that I have a tiny crush on him when I shouldn’t?

He leans closer to me, his index and thumb fingers holding onto my chin gently, “I’m not little, I’m pretty big if you’d like to find out?” He sends another wink my way, making me flustered, I get ahold of his wrist and place it down on the desk “I’d rather keep it professional, big guy”

He scoffs out a chuckle making me shake my head, “you didn’t decline the offer though?” He raises his brows, leaving me quite speechless, “hm? Cat got your tongue?” I sigh with a small smile visible on my face “you’re pretty annoying jeon” “but you love it, just admit it” “don’t make me give you detention” “detention with you wouldn’t be so bad, so ill gladly take the offer”

This guy just never stops, “what am I gonna do with you” I rub my temple, “pfft, am I that annoying?” “Yes actually, I would even quit my job to not see your face” he nods and looks away, did i go too far? “Wait no, I didn’t-“ “I understand, ill head back to class” he stands up, leaving before I could say anything.

Shit, why the hell did I even say that? I should apologize when school ends, i’ve never felt this way for a person before, I’ll just check what’s his last class on my computer and check on him.

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Time skip; after school

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Packing my things, I quickly get up from my seat, grabbing the keys to my office and locking it, running to jungkooks last class which is chemistry, knocking on the door, I slowly open it, to be seen with just a couple of students including jungkook.

Looking around I see no teacher, the class ended quick I guess, seeing jungkook walk pass me but I stop him, “wait jungkook!” He turns around and stares at me with an expressionless face, making me gulp.

“Could u come to my office please? I would like to have a talk with you and apologize..” he shrugs “I don’t know” “please? It’ll be quick? Some students are finding us suspicious so come on” thankfully he follows me and crosses his arms.

“What is it Ms Yn?” He says bored, “look jungkook, I’m really s-“ “save it” he goes to leave but I quickly hug his back, making him tense up, “I didn’t mean it... I don’t know... why I even said that..” I whisper against his toned back “Ms Yn-“ “no jungkook, I’m deeply sorry for saying that, I’m not sure why I said that, when I didn’t mean it..” a tear trickles down my cheeks for some unknown reason, maybe because I’m afraid he’ll just ignore me.

He feels his back dampen up and turns around hugging me back, he rests his head on my shoulder taking in my scent, “it’s okay, I forgive you, don’t cry..” he mumbles, and kisses my shoulder making me feel nothing but a whole zoo in my tummy.

“I’m sorry..” I sniffle, as he smiles facing me, he kisses my tears away making me widen my eyes, “i told you it’s okay, you’re forgiven pretty lady” even after all that he manages to flirt, this time I decided to flirt back surprisingly.

“Thank you, handsome” I giggle shyly and hide my face in his fit chest, he smiles at my shy state and ruffles my hair, “great job princess, you did amazing, don’t be shy” “learnt from the best” I wink at him and blush immensely.

He stares at my eyes, as he slowly trails his stare to my lips, knowing what’s gonna happen I let it be, maybe because I want him just as much as he wants me, within a blink of an eye, his lips connect like mine, as if they were made for eachother.

I pull onto his collar, wanting nothing but him, his hands make their way to my ass and give them a little squeeze making me smile into the heated kiss, one of his hand remains on my ass as the other travels back up to the back of my head and pushes me closer causing our bodies to crash on each other.

He lifts me up with the help of my thighs, and walks over to the couch, careful not to trip over, before we could continue any further, I pull away taking a deep breath, “w-wait jungkook..” “what is it? Are you uncomfortable? I’ll stop if you want, we don’t have to-“ “jungkook no no.. it’s not that, I wanna continue.. but the door is unlocked and someone could walk in on us” “oh right.. I didn’t think of that”

“Where’s the keys?” He asks, “it’s on the desk, right beside my bag” he walks over to the desk, still managing to carry me, quickly locking the door he doesn’t hesitate before kissing me hungrily, and places me on the couch not breaking our kiss, feeling his hand run through my hair before pulling it back making me pull away from the kiss panting heavily.

Kissing my jaw, he creates hickey all around my neck and collarbone, making me moan out from the feeling, while one of his hands is still pulling my hair back the other squeezes my hips before dragging it higher, playing with my clothed nipple, making me gasp, “oh.. jungkook..” I moan delighted, “babygirl .. it’s daddy, understand?” He squeezes my sensitive nipple tip, making me let out a curse, “y-yes daddy..”

He chuckles feeling loving the feeling of being in control, after many hickeys, he pulls away, making me whine, I watch him stand up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, with his strong gaze on me, I watch his veiny hand pull off his shirt, oh how bad I want him in me, “daddy..” I mutter loud enough, “what is it princess?” My mouth waters, looking at his well built figure before looking up into his lusty eyes, “I want you.. so bad, please..” “strip for me.”

I widen my eyes yet still obey him, I take off my suit jacket somewhere in the room, my hand comes in contact with the first button, slowly removing it as my eyes never leaves his gaze, throwing the shirt away along with the suit pants, I’m left with my undergarments, he crouches down facing my chest, he looks up at me and smirks “should daddy help with your bra and panties?” “Yes, please” “gladly”

Removing your bra he kisses your soft skin, his tongue proceeds to move lower and lower til he’s sucking on my boob, making me throw my head back, “oh sh*t jungkook...!” I get ahold of his hair and pull on it unconsciously, “mmhm” he hums on my boob making me moan out a half scream (?) with last peck, and a kitty lick on my nipple making me let out a shaky breath.

“F*ck, I need you right now” he pushes me onto the couch, taking over, while sucking on my lower lip, he completely removes his pants and boxers, along with my panties, he bites my lip and pulls on it before his finger swipes against my folds, making me whimper underneath him.

His finger coated with my wet juices, making him lick his lips, “hm, seems like someone is already leaking wet for daddy.. hm?” I nod at his words as my hand which is placed on his shoulder, slowly moves downwards, tracing his abs before it gets ahold of his rock hard c*ck making him gasp quietly in satisfaction, I slowly knead it making him hum and close his eyes, smirking my thumb caresses his tip making him open his eyes and glare at me, “don’t tease me p-princess.”

His hoarse voice sends shivers and goosebumps along my skin, making me smile in innocence, “who said I’m teasing you?” He chuckles before spreading my legs, entering me making me open my mouth wide, exhaling as I grip onto his biceps at how thick and long he is, “j-jungkook..” he nods and stays still letting me adjust to his size.

“Tell me when you’re ready..” he lays his forehead against mine as my heart melts at his caring side, few minutes pass by as I slowly kiss his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist, I gently push him down, as he gets the hint, and rolls his hips against me, moaning into the kiss he smirks and thrusts into me, leaving me a mess, moans and skin slapping echoing around.

“Mmm.. f*ck, so damn tight” “ahhh.. jungkook, f-faster..” he pulls out making me open my eyes confused, “it’s daddy for you, brat” thrusting back in he gets ahold of my hips and f*cks me at an animalistic pace making me let out tears of nothing but pleasure, feeling entirely stretched out, I feel something in my stomach indicating I’m close.

Not being able to even utter a single word, I clench around him making him groan, “ughmmm... shit, do that again for me, baby” I clench around his nonstop making him throw his head back, “are you close baby?” He asks panting, I nod, “let’s cum together, in a count of three”

Letting out a growl he quickly pulls out before cumming on my stomach, collapsing on top of me, careful not to squish me, he hides his face in my neck, and leaves pecks there, “are you okay, babe?” Managing to open my eyes a little, looking to the side to be met with an ethereal looking jungkook, making me smile, “that was amazing..” I whisper against his lips.

He smiles, “I’m glad” pulling me in for a kiss I enjoy the feeling of his soft lips against mine, pulling away he stares at me lovingly “would you like to come over to my house?.. maybe to cuddle too!” I ask, He smiles at my excited state and nods, “of course, and yes we’ll cuddle for as long as you like” “I can’t wait, now let’s get up, I want to take a shower so bad” “alright”

Getting up we both get dressed up and are about to head out before I notice something which makes my heart drop, “jungkook...” “yes baby?”

gulping, I look at the camera in the corner which just recorded the both of us having s*x, I’ll lose my job but most importantly jungkook will be suspended forever, jungkook notices my stare on something and follows my gaze, he notices the camera and widens his eyes, “jungkook what the hell do we do?! They can check the recording and-“ “princess, it’s okay-“ “how is it okay Jungkook?!” “I can-“ “you’ll get suspended for f*cks sake!” “Princess! Listen! Oh my god”

He chuckles “jeon this is not funny whatsoever-“ he kisses me to shut me up, nonetheless I kiss back not being able to refuse his kisses, “u done?” He says making me glare at him, “listen this isn’t anything new, I can delete the footage” “really?” “Yes, yes I can, and I’ll do it now, so we don’t have to worry” I sigh in relief, “thank god” “now let’s go?” “Yes! I wanna cuddle so bad!” He chuckles, and round 2 may or may not have happened later-

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imagineredwood · 5 years ago

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Summary: Miguel told you not to touch yourself until he got back from his meeting. You didn’t listen.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x reader

Warnings: Daddy kink. Contains sexual content. All parties are 18+. Bondage, mild degradation, talk of ownership, overstimulation

Word count: 2.4K

***I wasn’t panning on these being much over 1k but this one got away from me lmao 🥵 I’m sure y’all won’t mind.***

You hummed to yourself quietly as you ran your hands over your arms, the glittering bubbles fluffy and soft. The water was still nice as warm though not as hot as it had been in the beginning. You were enjoying it just as well though, your music playing softly in the bathroom. It was your birthday bath in the new tub since you and Miguel had remodeled the bathroom. He didn’t care all that much about it, but he knew how much you loved to be in there. To do your skincare, take long soaking baths, to have the room and supplied to pamper yourself in the privacy of your own home. Miguel had always been iffy about letting you go out to spas and as a result, you always had a guard with you. Having someone always there watching got in the way of you being able to relax and Miguel had come up with the idea as a compromise.

He would hire a contractor to turn the main bathroom in the master bedroom into a spa on its own.

And he had. A large tub with jets, an entire cabinet for your fanciest of skincare products that the hired esthetician would use for your facials when she came over. The shower doors sealed up to the top to create a sauna effect. It was like something out of a movie and you did not even want to think about how much it all cost. Miguel had hushed you when you asked.

“Don’t worry, corazón. Anything for my baby.”

He was supposed to be home early tonight, but something had come up and he had called to apologize. He would actually be late. That was not something new though and you had been ok with it, choosing to just take a nice long bath to pass the time. Now there you were, eyes closed as you soaked in the water. Your mind started to wander, thinking about how loved you felt by Miguel. How taken care of you were. How he was everything to you. Your husband, your protector, your lover, and now more recently, your Daddy. You hadn’t intended for it to happen really, it had just slipped out. You had been riding him, your knees on either side of his thighs, his length buried deep inside of you as his thumb rubbed at your clit bringing you to your third orgasm so far and it had just come out in the heat of the moment. He had faltered for a moment, hearing you call him something so new. Once his shock had dissipated though, you realized that you had unlocked a new side of him. His possessive, protective, and dominant nature could be funneled into taking on that role and he had done it with ease.

Your thighs started to squeeze together as you recalled other encounters then, seeking some form of stimulation. You thought about that time he had bent you over right on the kitchen counter, broad daylight and with all the blinds and curtains open. Or the time he had fingered you in the car on the way to a black-tie event. Or more recently when you had splurged on some lingerie and then had sent him picture after picture even though you knew he was in a meeting. You sighed, letting your thighs fall open as you laid in the crisp white tub.

Miguel had told you not to touch yourself today. He was going to have a surprise for you when he got home. You had listened the whole day and you had thought you would be able to make it. Now that your mind was consumed with those encounters though, you couldn’t help but drop your hand down between your legs. You still had three hours before he got home. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

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You snuggled into your plush robe, the fabric ever so soft. You had an absent-minded smile on your lips as you slipped on your slippers and made your way out of the bathroom. You made the journey downstairs and to the kitchen, surprised to see Miguel already home, sitting on the couch with a stiff drink in his hand. He looked up as soon as he heard you coming down, that signature smile coming to his lips immediately. He swirled the contents of his Austrian crystal glass, eyes raking over your legs as they peaked out of your robe. He didn’t say anything just yet simply patting his lap twice. You sauntered over, Miguel unable to be drawn to the sway of your hips. You took your seat, your body sideways as you laid your legs over his lap. His free hand came up to rest on the small of your back, fingers scratching gently through the material. He looked up at you with pure adoration, eyes warm as ever.

“How’s my baby?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you grinned.

“I’m good. How was your meeting?”

Miguel dismissed the question with a wave of his hand, putting down his glass so that it was free to start sliding up and down your shins.

“Don’t worry about all that. How was yours?”

Miguel inquired and you filled him in, telling him about your day and how you had picked up dessert for after dinner. Miguel listened intently, hands sliding back and forth over your legs, strong hands squeezing and massaging as they moved along. He smiled when you finally finished and nodded, leaning to press his lips to yours.

“I already ordered dinner but it’s going to take over an hour to get here. How about Daddy gives you a massage?”

Your smile was happy, but on the inside, you were a little worried. You had not expected him to be back so soon. He had said a few hours. You had thought that your body would have time to relax and come down after your orgasms in the tub. As Miguel pushed you to stand and walked up to the bedroom with you though, you realized that you weren’t going to have much time to simmer at all.

Miguel grabbed hold of the tied bow on your robe, tugging at it until it fell open like a curtain, your breasts half visible. His hand was on your shoulder then, pushing it slowly until it exposed your breast. His touch was gentle as he stepped closer to you, the very tip of his finger grazing along the skin on the sensitive underside of your breast. You shuddered ever so slightly, goosebumps starting to show up in wake of the chill. He gave the robe another small push and it fell from one shoulder before he repeated the other. The fabric dropped to the floor in a heap and you had half the mind not to complain about it getting dirty. You were more worried about Miguel finding out that you hadn’t listened to his directions and had disobeyed, touching yourself without him there.

He was gentle with you, hands soft and kisses softer. He walked with you to the bed, only pulling his lips away from yours so he could have you lay down on your tummy. You laid flat and relaxed as much as you could. He started at your neck, squeezing and working out whatever tension was left. Then it was your shoulders, then your back and he worked his way down to your feet before venturing back up, his hands kneading the cheeks of your ass.

“Such a sight.”

You laughed lightly, wiggling your hips for him. That earned you a soft spank, a teasing one that was much gentler than the one you were likely to get within the hour no doubt. He had you turn over and you cursed internally knowing it was only a matter of time. Closing your eyes, you resigned to your fate and figured you might as well enjoy the rest of the massage.

His fingers skirted over your chest and arms, hands maintaining a certain level of professionalism as he only minorly touched your breasts. That thought went out the window as soon as he got to your abdomen. He rubbed along your mound with a gentler hand, pushing your legs apart just enough so he could place his hand over your pussy, cupping you. You dared to open your eyes and found his attention down below. He slipped a finger along your lips softly, grazing along the junction before he pushed his finger passed. The digit slipped between your lips and Miguel’s brows knitted before he looked at you. You sunk down into yourself some but kept your eyes on his. Trailing down, Miguel slid his finger further to your opening, finding you soaked and giving you the look.

“You didn’t listen, did you? You didn’t wait for me.”

Shaking your head quickly, you tried to lie your way out.

“It’s because of the massage.”

“Ah, ok.”

Miguel gave a cocky smile, one that called you out without even using words. A man like Miguel was not easily fooled. He did not argue, simply kept his eyes trained on yours.

“So, I guess it wouldn’t matter if I just,”

He traveled up some and firmly pressed his finger to your clit. It didn’t matter how hard you tried to stop it, your body instinctively jolted, the small pearl far too sensitive for Miguel’s heavy hand. He nodded as he looked at you.

“Hmm. Seems like someone didn’t follow directions.”

His touch was gone then and so was his body, the powerful man standing from the bed and pointing to The Box. It was a simple wooden chest at the foot of your lavish bed, and one might think it was simply there for decor or storage of sheets. How wrong they would be.

You swallowed and sat up, climbing off the bed yourself and reaching under the mattress to grab the key before unlocking the Box and pushing it open. The act was foreign. One of Miguel’s rules was that you were not to go into The Box. Only he was. Now he was having you retrieve the toys and the thought both excited and frightened you. Miguel stood there off to the side, presence commanding, his forearms flexing with his sleeves rolled up.

“Ropes.”

Reaching in, you grabbed the pink ropes that were wrapped up neatly and placed them on the bed.

“Gag.”

You grabbed the gag as well, looking over the pretty silver heart that went in your mouth before placing it beside the ropes.

“Wand.”

You shuddered slightly. You had not had the wand used on you in a minute but the trembling orgasms that came with begs and tears were a memory that you would never forget. Grabbing the wand, you pulled it out and placed it beside the other items, waiting for your next command. Miguel did not say anything, simply pointed to the bed. You followed his instruction, not daring to be bratty at a time like this.

You climbed on and laid flat as Miguel grabbed the ropes, undoing them.

“Knees up.”

Pulling your legs up, you placed your knees as close to your chest as you could, Miguel wasting no time in skillfully wrapping them up. Soon enough your thighs were bonded spread open to where you didn’t have to hold them anymore. Miguel made sure to give you a little bit of wiggle room, but it was still snug and you knew the impression of the ropes would be visible long after he was done with you. Next, he handed you the wand and pointed at your already sensitive clit.

“Hold it there.”

You did as you were told, thinking that that was the end of it and were horrified when he grabbed the next line of ropes and began to bond the wand to your hands so that you couldn’t let it go. Your eyes snapped up to him and you opened your mouth, ready to plead.

“Wait, Daddy…”

“Not another fucking word.”

His voice was firm and left no room for argument, so you settled, bottom lip pouted in worry. He finished bonding your wrists and forearms, and then went into the box, grabbing the rope cutter and setting it down right on top of the nightstand. He looked at you and gave one nod, the sight of the tool calming you some. He stripped then, no sensuality in it. He was just shedding his clothing so that he could climb on and kneel at the bottom of the bed. He grabbed a pillow, folding it and lifted you slightly, sliding the pillow under your butt. It raised your hips just enough to grant him even easier access and he growled as he looked down at you, the lips of your pussy glistening. He took himself in his hand and rubbed the head of his cock over you, up and down before prodding at and slipping into your opening.

You gasped while he growled, shuddering at the feeling of your warm vice. He pulled out once before pushing back in, repeating a few times before starting to pick up a rhythm. You were tempted to remind him about the gag but considering the torture you were in for, you conveniently also forgot. Reaching forward, Miguel flipped the switch on the wand, making sure to nuzzle it in just a little further. Your back arched slightly but the ropes prevented much movement. You tossed your head back though, your clit far too sensitive for the vibrations. Miguel did not take pity on you though, simply fucking you harder as he looked down at you.

“Oh, look at the little baby. All selfish when she was alone and now, she can’t handle it.”

He let one hand grip your hip, giving him leverage while the other pressed the wand against your clit even harder. He laughed out loud at your cry, your breasts heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You could barely see straight and Miguel was living for it. Feeling extra mean after being disobeyed, he reached for the switch and flipped it up once more to the highest setting. He couldn’t help but curse as your walls squeezed him, his hips pounding into you now. He chuckled darkly as you thrashed around, hands on your hips to keep you in place.

“That’s what happens when you decide to touch that pussy when I told you no. Whose pussy is this huh? Who does it belong to?”

It took you a moment to find your voice and when you did, it was choked and shaky.

“Yours! It’s yours! I’m sorry!”

His eyes were sharp as they started at you. He let you suffer a few more seconds before offering a compromise.

“Come one more time and then I’ll shut it off. And don’t you dare try to fake it.”

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babybatscreationsv2 · 4 years ago

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A King on a Leash ch4

Marvel | Starker

Tony Stark is a powerful man with a beautiful husband and a loyal crime family, but it looks like he didn't keep his husband on a short enough leash. After turning Peter lose on a Cuban gang leader, Peter's life is in danger. The real trouble is that Tony now realizes that Peter is the only thing in this world that he cares about and he never meant for that to happen.

Sequel to A Doll on a String

Rating: Explicit

Full Fic

A Doll on a String

Warnings under the cut*

Warnings: consensual somnophilia, mentions of murder, brief violence

The basement of Steve's cafe smelled like perfume and pussy. Which he supposed was it's own perfume. The girls all purred and cooed as he came downstairs, trying to get his attention. Capos were allowed their time free of charge, well Steve paid them himself, anyway. Tony used to visit, himself, every now and then. He always brought gifts as well. Jewelry, fur coats, a Lamborghini. Once, on his birthday he'd had every last one of the twenty-four men and women that Steve employed. It took him the entire day and a bottle of Viagra, but he'd pulled it off. It didn't hurt that all of Steve's people were damn gorgeous. The kind of people who could have been actors or models, but they either looked too similar to someone famous or they just really liked sex.

Tony offered familiar faces a friendly greeting as he passed. It wasn’t until he stepped into the office that he laughed to himself, realizing he hadn't looked at a single nearly naked body. If anything, the sights and sounds of the brothel just made his dick miss Peter even more. There wasn't a memory made in this place that rivaled his husband's appeal.

Tony brushed off thoughts of sex and turned his attention to the man making himself very small in his presence.

"Afternoon, Marcus."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Stark." He clenched his fists and clenched his jaw, trying and failing not to tremble. Tony wished Peter were here to witness this. Nothing turned him on like watching people cower at the sight of Tony. Fuck, he needed to stop thinking about Peter.

"I hear you went and bought a building down the block."

"Yes, sir. I- I thought opening a gym would be- well it would be discreet-"

Tony waved his hand and the guard behind him grabbed Mark and bent him backward over Steve's desk, holding him tightly by the throat. He gave him a moment to calm his panic then he walked around the desk to stand over him. "What it would have done is create competition with Roger's business. Don't you think? And don't you think you should tell your boss about your business endeavors so you can pay your proper dues? Or were you planing on skipping out on your contributions to the family?"

"I was going to tell him-"

"After it was done?"

He nodded, shaking more visibly now.

"No, you see, that's not how things work." Tony took a step forward. He put a hand on the desk, casting a shadow over him. "We have a system. And in that system you do exactly as you're told. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't give out a lot of warnings, so know that if I had to step in then you're on thin fucking ice."

"I'm- I'm sorry, sir."

"Sell the business and whatever you bought for it. Give the money to Rogers as penance and we'll let this little mix up disappear. Got it?"

Mark nodded. "Yes, sir."

Tony smiled. "Good boy." He took a step back and nodded to the guard. He let Mark up and straightened his jacket for him. A real gentleman. "Now if you can fix things with Rogers, he might give you a chance in the future, but no girls. That's his thing."

Tony turned, sweeping from the room as the man stammered his agreement once again.

He passed back down the hall to go upstairs, but he was stopped by an old... friend?

"Tony," she said. In her voice was worry, not lust. So he let her pull him aside.

"Yamile? What's up?" Dark skin, darker hair, blood red lips. She looked just like he had left her.

"I need to talk to you." She pulled him into her room. She closed the door and pulled Tony away from it. Yamile was one of the few who had her own apartment in the basement. The front room was for friends and lovers. The room in a back was for clients and Yamile only took the wealthiest clients. "Is it true about Ramon?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Why is everyone obsessed with this guy?"

"Did your husband kill him?" she pushed, exasperated. She cocked her hip to one side, a hand on each hip.

"Of course not." As if he would answer a question like that honestly. She knew better. He wondered if it bothered her that he still didn't trust her.

She nodded. Yamile knew him well. She let her hands fall away. "I thought so. Listen, Tony. Suarez's cousin, Ricardo, is tearing his own country apart trying to find someone who knows where to find him. From what I have heard, he already knows you were involved." She caught both his hands.

"I don't want anything to happen to you. Or anyone that you love." She had these giant expressive eyes. Tony wondered if he didn't have a thing for big brown eyes.

"I'll be careful," he promised.

She smiled. "I'm glad you've learned how to listen, Viejo. And that your ears are not yet failing you."

Tony smiled back. "Keep your ears open, dear. And look after your own self while you're at it."

She rolled her eyes and let Tony's hands go. "Don't worry about Mark. He's just another ambitious type, starts to wonder why he should run errands for Steve when he could be making his own money. Happens once a month." She flicked her dark hair over her shoulder. "The trouble is, they always try to take one of us with them. And we are loyal to the family."

No, you're loyal to Steve, Tony thought. If Steve decided to stage an uprising Tony would have two dozen prostitutes breaking into his home to murder him.

"You still have my number, right?"

"I'll call if I hear anything," she nodded.

"And if you need anything," Tony added. "Don't think I won't take care of you."

"I'm pretty sure you specifically promised not to." She raised her eyebrow at him.

"Why? Do you still want me to?" Tony tucked his hands into his pockets.

Yamile laughed. "Knowing that you have a wildcat waiting for you in your bed, I will find a new love."

"So you haven't then? Found someone else."

"Are you jealous?" She smirked, but it was playful. She knew better than that.

"I just want to know that someone is watching your back."

"I don't take lovers after the last one broke my heart, but we take care of each other down here. And what we can't handle ourselves, we trust Steve to take care of. You should see him when one of us is hurt. El Diablo."

"As he should." He put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a fond smile. "Be good," he said.

"No promises there."

He left her room. He really did hope she was okay.

Tony went back upstairs. Steve was in the front, taking orders, but he'd left a box of treats for Peter. Tony scooped it up on his way out the door. He couldn't wait to surprise Peter with the box when he picked him up, but looking at the time, Peter wouldn't be finished for another hour. He spent a minute debating how he could fill his time until Peter was finished. In the end, his car pulled up to curb in front of the performance hall and he waited.

He saw one of Peter's guards come outside, then a moment later Peter himself. The other dancers were a blur behind him. He longed to step out of the car and gather him into his arms, but it wouldn't be wise. Tony put a lot of effort into making it seem like Peter was typically picked up by a chauffeur alone. For Peter's sake, he needed to be cautious.

A guard opened the door for Peter, who slid inside with a smile on his face. He was visibly tired and his hair oily in the front from sweat.

"Work hard today, angel?" Tony reached over to cup his face. Relief flooded his brain at the contact. He bent and pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling Peter relax and settle into his touch.

"Yes, daddy," he breathed against his lips. Tony's hand slipped into Peter hair. He tugged just enough to make him gasp. His teased Peter's bottom lip before slipping his tongue into his open mouth. Peter shivered. His cheeks were pink when he pulled away and his giant brown eyes were wide.

"Got you a present." He handed Peter the gaudy, red, white, and blue, box.

Peter smiled. "For me?" He took it and flipped it open, giving a happy little 'mmm' as he found blue sprinkled sugar cookies and a red frosting cupcake. "I must have been a good boy." He gave Tony a flirtatious look that made him smile. He could sense a yawn coming though. He counted down the seconds and sure enough, Peter yawned wide enough make his eyes water.

"Have some cookies and rest, baby."

Peter curled up against his side with his legs up on the seat. He put the box in his lap and picked out a cookie. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

Peter laughed. "I can tell when you want me." He slid his hand up Tony's thigh. Tony caught his hand.

"I'll wake you up on my dick later. How's that sound?"

Peter moaned. "You promise?"

"You can count on it, baby."

Tony played with his hair, watching Peter slowly grow more sluggish as he drifted off. He made it through a cookie and a half before he fell asleep.

Tony carried him inside when they got home. Peter barely stirred. Poor thing must have been pushing himself too hard again. His Peter was a perfectionist when it came to ballet. He believed his every move had to be exactly perfect and if it wasn't, he would practice until his feet were blistered and some times bleeding. Normally, if Peter were doing something Tony found unhealthy then he would force him to stop, but dance was the one thing that belonged exclusively to Peter. Tony wasn't going to take that from him.

He laid him in bed and tucked him in. Peter made a happy little sound as he sunk into the mattress. Tony smiled, watching him sleep for a moment. Then he went into the bathroom to clean himself up. He hoped Peter hadn't caught the perfume smell that was clinging to his hair. He wouldn't want him to feel jealous.

Squeaky clean, he went back to the bedroom. He settled into the bed next to Peter and let him sleep a while longer. Then he grabbed himself a bottle of lube and started to gently pull Peter's sweats off. He swallowed down a groan at the sight of his perfect, perky, ass. He wanted to smack it pink, but he held back.

Tony pushed one slick finger, slowly into Peter's hole. He made a soft noise, but didn't wake. Tony fucked him with his finger, testing the water. Peter didn't seem like he was going to wake up so easily, so he slipped in another. He made the sweetest, sleepy little noises, but his eyes never fluttered. After a few minutes of teasing, he gentle curled himself against Peter's back. He pressed his cock against the slick opening.

He pushed in, oh so slowly. The tight squeeze of Peter's absolutely perfect ass, wrapped around him. He took his time, whole minutes passing before he was buried inside him. Peter was slowly beginning to stir. Tony smiled, watching him wake gently as he slowly pulled back his hips. As he pushed back in, Peter made a small noise and his eyes fluttered open. He smiled.

"Daddy." He reached back and grabbed Tony's hand. He pulled his arm around him and held it like a teddy bear.

"Enjoy your nap, dear?"

Peter moaned. "I'm enjoying your cock more."

Tony kissed his neck. He felt the way his body shivered as buried his cock to the hilt. Peter took his hand and kissed it, the back, the palm, his fingers.

"Love you," he mumbled, still sleepy. "I love you so much."

Tony kissed him again. "I love you, Peter."

"I want you to hold me," he said, in that same adorably sleepy voice.

"Of course, my angel." Tony wrapped his arms around Peter, holding him tightly against his chest. He slowly rolled his hips. Peter moaned, enjoying the slow, deep thrusts of his cock.

Peter turned his head and Tony caught his lips in a lazy kiss. Warm and slow wasn't often on the agenda, but fuck if it wasn't nice. Tony was more than happy to spend the rest of the day fucking and kissing lazily. Peter even seemed to be falling back to sleep in his arms. It was too good, too perfect, and Tony followed him into sleep.

#starker #marvel #somnoph*lia #violence #mafia au #a king on a leash

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koko-bopp · 5 years ago

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Tatted

fuckboy!jeon jungkook x male!reader

word count – 3K

genre – Mature-ish | Fluff | somewhat angsty ending

warning(s) – Lewd things, hair pulling, sex jokes, tattoos

synopsis – fuelled by @hellishvu 's series Him! But also request by anon.

Jungkook is a bit of a fuckboy, a bit of a flirt, and perhaps a tattoo addict. Though there's nothing to suggest that he's not going to your tattoo parlour just to get into your pants.

"This one?"

"Yeah, thought of it myself."

"Clearly."

"Ouch," Jungkook winced, the insult hitting him dry, "You wouldn't fuck a guy with this tat?"

You examined the sketch again, pretending to at least be unimpressed, before quickly putting the art student's notebook aside, "I opened the shop hella early so you can get to class on time, I'm legally allowed to insult you right now," You sassed before looking back at Jungkook, "It's nice, where do you want it done though?"

Jungkook smirked, taking off his black shirt and leaning back against the chair all seductively. All the tattoos you had previously done on the man in front of you were visible; the playboy bunny tattoo on his forearm was the first one you did, he was apparently dared by his friend to get it done, and ever since he's come in to get many more.

There was 'pay it no mind' you'd written in cursive onto his chest the second time.

Also on his hands, it was the first time he actually made a move onto you, telling you how handsome you are, asking how big you are, asking if you have a boyfriend, at one point he was getting a tattoo on his thigh and he literally gripped your hair out of reflex. You told him it was fine, but Jungkook could swear on his life you moaned when he did.

Then you'd given him a neck tattoo, three on his bicep, one on his wrist.

He was calling you 'daddy' at one point in time. It was such a pain to keep conversations professional when it would literally make you beat red, but you had to tell him to stop when your boss had overhead it multiple times and asked if you were fucking clients.

Though, this is current times, you'd understood through other clients from the same University as him that Jeon Jungkook is a bit of a fuckboy, so you didn't pay his advances any major attention. Artwork on a natural canvas in your job, and Jungkook is a client, no matter how attractive he is.

The action of taking off his shirt was revealing his rather lean body, his v-line in particular caught your attention as he pointed at the space in the centre, "Here would be nice."

You licked your lips by accident, though quickly avoided doing anything more by looking at his eyes, "Alright," you paused, realising how much Jungkook is going to love your next words, "...You'll need to take your pants off so they don't get in the way."

"Is that a prerequisite for the tattoo or do you just wanna see me low-key naked?" Jungkook flirted. He popped off the button of his jeans, followed by carefully lowering it's zipper.

You watched him do it for a second, then subconsciously sucking in a discreet but deep breath. Jungkook looks great, and he knows it.

Man, if it weren't for the kids over at his University fucking crying when you ask about him, you probably would've had Jungkook under you like eight times already.

"I'm doing my job, Jeon. It makes it easier to clean the surface I'll be doing your tattoo on," You said, before turning around in your spinning chair and moving yourself towards your desk, notebook with the sketch in hand, first to get the tools to create the stencil but also to give Jungkook the privacy to take off his pants.

It wasn't drastically long before you'd made sure his body was on a hundred and thirty-five degree angle facing you, it was so he was leaning back slightly while both his legs were hung loosely on the sides of your hips, somewhat on your thighs.

Lucky You

In thin cursive, and the smallest of joker's hat underneath the words.

Simple, minimalistic, but rather pleasing, you weren't gonna lie.

You leaned back a bit, examining your work before looking at Jungkook, "Good?"

"Definitely," He chuckled slightly.

"Good," you replied, putting away your material before taking off your gloves, disregarding them into the bin before picking up another pair to begin the actual procedure of the tattoo.

It was a relatively small tattoo, but the joker's hat in particular was somewhat detailed, hence requiring the smallest of your needles.

The 'Y' on 'Lucky' was being tattooed, when Jungkook hooked his index finger some slightly on his bottom lip, admiring the chest piece you had, but he honestly just liked how close you were to his dick, "Kinda erotic, huh?"

You lifted the needle off his skin, having finished the first word with precision, then looking at him with a warning smirk, "Get hard and I'll tattoo my initials on it, understood?"

"Kinky," Jungkook giggled, before rolling his eyes when you were giving him a death stare, "Yes, sir."

You smiled slightly at the response, before looking back down to do your work properly.

"Have you got a boyfriend yet?"

"Jeon, I'm concentrating."

"Does he give you good head?"

"Jeon."

"Bet he's ugly."

Pft! You had to stop for a good second, just to lean back and place your back hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.

Jungkook continued, a knowing smirk dancing on his lips, "He's ugly, isn't he?"

"Jungkook, for fuck sake," you sighed, humoured, "I don't have a boyfriend. Can I do my job?"

"Can I give you head afterward?" Jungkook smiled, "I promise on the person who made Soju, it will be the best blowjob of your life."

"No."

"Oh God, are you a bottom?"

"Do I look–" You stopped yourself again for the what felt like the tenth time. This boy is very lucky that he's attractive. You scoffed breathlessly, "Jungkook, your tattoo needs to heal, I couldn't fuck you even if I were considering it."

Jungkook raised his eyebrow, but his smirk staying consistent, "Are you considering it?" He checked, "Please do, I haven't gotten dick in so long."

You rolled your eyes, knowing that 'so long' definitely only meant a few days, so you just laughed slightly, "No comment. Now, I won't do the tattoo if you keep asking for sex."

Jungkook rolled his eyes too, relaxing himself so you were able to finish the tattoo.

And you did. With the occasional glances up to Jungkook for what you're justifying as no-reason-in-particular, only to be met with a wink.

However, the tattoo looked great. Not the best one he has, but you were willing to put it in the top six. His neck tattoo, in your opinion, being your favourite.

You cleaned and sealed artwork, legally explaining the aftercare for the tattoo.

He was sitting down in the same seat he's been in for the last forty-two minutes, and he was just staring into your eyes. Both lustfully and persistently, and you hadn't realised you'd stopped speaking moments later.

"I– I mean..." You tried to continue, but the way Jungkook had his eyes fixed on you made it hard to concentrate. You could feel your heart working too fast, and Jungkook was able to see it.

Him grabbing the silver necklaces that hung on you didn't help much either. He carefully pulling but teasingly pulled the material, causing you to be gently pulled to Jungkook's eye level.

His punk was acting like this was the most mundane act he's committed. He pulled you dangerously close to him, lips not far apart enough to call it professional in any means, but the fact that you weren't opposing his actions gave Jungkook all the more reason to continue.

He was mere inches from your face, his chin tilted slightly, his gaze alternating from your eyes and your lips but his expression reading lust-hungry regardless, "The more you talk, honestly the more I want you on top of me."

Your words came out as a mere whisper, only because your body was reacting in ways that were foreign. "Jungkook, I... You know I–"

"–Do you want me?" He mimicked the tone of your voice, lowering it to fit the moment. He dropped the necklace, letting it hit your chest before he dragged his own hand south. His tongue dragged itself along the bottom of his lip, his way of telling you he's impressed with places his hands are travelling. Feeling you clench underneath his touch too when he stopped at your belt, it made him smile innocently.

You nervous chuckle left your lips, looking at Jungkook slightly, "You do a lot just to get into my pants, Jeon."

He grinned, "There's a few things I can't resist, [Y/N]."

#my writers block is kiling meeeeee #killing meeeeeee #i love you vu :(#jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x male reader #jungkook x male reader #jungkook x male reader smut #bts imagines #bts #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts x male reader smut #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #smut #x male reader smut #x male reader #kpop male reader smut #male reader smut

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cordonian-literature · 4 years ago

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wip wednesday :)

hi y’all so i wasn’t tagged (whoops broke the rules) and it’s still kinda early in the day but i wanted to make this post because i’ve been working on a few other fics and wanted to share :)

i’ve been finishing up Aftermath - the reason it’s taking me so long to post chapters is because i initially had a very sad ending planned. i weeped when i was rereading it because i’ve gotten emotionally attached to the characters (what a surprise) and am now rewriting a happier ending. i think there’s like... 3 chapters left (don’t quote me on that, i’m a mess and it could change, but its unlikely).

there’s also two other fic ideas that i had. the first one kinda throws canon out the window - but there are still some elements, like Bertrand and Savannah’s relationship (though it’s extremely altered), the assassination with Olivia’s parents, Godfrey & Barthelemy’s treason... it’s just changed, like Queen Eleanor’s story is different, Leo doesn’t abdicate, Liam and Drake never really became best friends, and MC (Klara/Claire Brooks) leads a double life, keeping both men (and families) away from each other

the second one throws TRH 3 in the trash (even though it already is kinda trash, haha). this would take place during the last chapter of TRH 2 and throw the whole vote stuff out the window - because the farther we go with that, the less it makes sense. basically, Auvernal kidnaps the heir, Barthelemy is involved in it, and Liam and MC (i’m keeping her as Riley Brooks for this one) along with the gang do everything they can to get her back (obviously why wouldn’t they). i thought it would be interesting putting a part of it in the heir’s point of view, since those were kinda funny in some of the recent chapters. nothing too dark or serious (i mean yeah the heir getting kidnapped is serious, but you know what i mean. besides that, there are no major trigger warnings)

both these fics will most likely flop, but i had fun with these ideas and wanted to share

so here we go

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The Aftermath - Chapter 32

When Bastien enters, his eyes widen as they rest on Boris. He gives Olivia a look.

“Drake,” she tells him, hoping that would be enough of an answer. Bastien frowns. Olivia didn’t know why Drake had done this either. The fool hadn’t given her any information as to what this man had done. Where was she even supposed to start?

Now she was really wishing she had called Jacob to give her a background check.

“So,” she begins, pacing in front of Boris. Bastien was at full attention, closely watching both of them. “What happened between you and Drake?”

Boris spits blood to the opposite side of the room. It drips down the wall. “Call the bastard in here. Tell him to explain.” His accent is thick and his voice is tried.

I probably should, she thinks to herself.

Bastien gives Olivia another look. She nods at him.

“Let us shift the conversation,” Bastien begins. “Can I ask how long you’ve known Lady Riley or her late husband?”

“How is that important?” Boris questions.

“Just curious.” Bastien’s voice remains level.

Boris sighs, then leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. “Potter. I met him in college. He introduced me to Riley-”

“I’m sorry,” Bastien interrupts him. “Who is ‘Potter’?”

“The lovely Theodore Blaise.” Boris lets out a rueful chuckle. “You have not seen him in person? The idiot looks like Harry Potter. Stupid glasses, stupid hair.”

“Alright,” Bastien stops him again. “Continue. When did he introduce you to Riley?”

“New York. That one year. I was visiting before I had to go to... Switzerland? Sweden? One of the two. It was lifetime ago. Can’t remember everything.” He pauses to look around the room. “She was... with your King. We saw her in the park. Theo wanted to see her. We waited for the king to leave her before he went up to her hotel.”

Olivia knew that he was talking about the last night Riley had been with the court. But Boris was drawing out the conversation. She didn’t like how slow Bastien was approaching this. Olivia wanted to draw a knife — she had a new one she was itching to use — and force the answers out of him.

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Until the End - Prologue

A/N: also i made a thing for this series. it’s not a moodboard. idk what its called. like a banner or whatever? i felt creative and made it. i’ll probably end up making a moodboard too. there are three parts of the series, each part has seven/eight chapters. anyway this looks kinda wack i might not even use it

As we near the stairs, Olivia Nevrakis chases after Maxwell Beaumont, who tumbles down the steps.

“Why are you running?!” Olivia cries after the boy, a long object in her hand.

“Because you have a stick!” he cries after almost tripping over his short, chubby legs.

“What am I gonna do, hit you with it?”

“YES?!” Maxwell screams, a confused and fearful tone in his voice.

As the two reach the bottom of the stairs, Liam emerges from another corridor, laughing after his friends. His hair is a whorl on his head, and his cheeks are flushed pink.

“Hello, Mother!” he says. My son hugs my waist, then reaches to hug his father, but Constantine has already walked on.

I take the boy’s hand and we follow after the King. Near the entrance of the palace stands a man in guard’s uniform, a woman in a denim dress, and two small children.

“Eleanor, Liam,” Constantine begins. “I would like for you two to be introduced to a new member of our security team. Jackson Walker, his wife Bianca, and their children, Drake and Savannah.”

“A pleasure, Your Majesties,” Jackson says as he and his wife bow respectfully. The little girl blinks up at me while Drake looks between Liam and I.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Liam!” My son holds out his hand to Drake.

Constantine audibly coughs. Liam’s hand falls to his side, and his smile falls as well. I knew that the differences in status would not allow Liam to interact with the boy so improperly, but they are just children. I didn’t think there was a reason for such excessive formality.

Bianca slightly nudges her son. In a monotone voice, Drake greets, “Nice to meet you, Prince Liam.”

Liam’s expression lifts. I send a smile in Bianca’s direction, and she hesitantly returns it. Jackson holds eye contact with me a moment longer, a wide grin stretching his face.

Constantine grabs our attention again. “Jackson, you will be primarily working on my wife’s security team. Now if you’ll excuse us, we are expected at dinner. My head of security, Bastien, will lead you through the rest of your orientation. After dinner, you’ll be able to speak to my wife and receive any orders she has for you.”

“Yes, Sire,” Jackson bows his head again, and Constantine leads us away.

Godfrey and his family, along with the Beaumonts, Olivia, and Leo are already seated. They all stand quickly as Constantine comes into the room, giving polite bows.

The moment we sit, there’s a flurry of activity as the servants set our plates in front of us. Adelaide sips on her wine absently. Annabelle fusses over Maxwell, who has cookie crumbs on his fingers and face. Madeleine attempts to get Leo’s attention, but he laughs with Bertrand, the boys giving each other impish smiles. Olivia converses with Liam, taking on a gentle demeanor compared to how she behaved with Maxwell.

“Hostilities between Monterisso and Auvernal are increasing by the day,” I hear Godfrey mention to Constantine.

“The whole of Europe expects them to break out in war,” Barthelemy adds.

“Monterissian and Auvernese citizens anticipate some sort of peace treaty,” Godfrey continues. The men speak as if they are one unit, with one mind. “But other nations have already begun taking sides.”

“The King of Hidar is siding with Monterisso.” Barthelemy motions for a servant to bring him more wine. “But there are rumors that he is only doing so after receiving threats.”

“Most nations are waiting for Cordonia and Monaco for their decisions for who to ally with.”

When Barthelemy and Godfrey finish filling Constantine’s ears, they return to the food on their plates, staring down as if nothing else in the world concerned them. Constantine chews slowly, visibly considering their words.

“Monterisso has always kept a neutral face when it comes to Cordonian issues,” the King mentions. “They have never asked or hinted towards alliance. They are not many nations who ally with them at all.”

“So you must admit,” Barthelemy finishes chewing, “that allying with them instead of Auvernal makes a bad impression—”

“—and reduces the chance of alliances with other nations,” Godfrey finishes with him.

“How so?” I speak up. The three men turn their heads to look at me. No one else at the table pays attention to the conversation, but as their eyes burn in my direction — aggressive looks from the Dukes, while my husband raises an eyebrow at me — I want to take back my words.

But I do no such thing. After more than seven years of marriage, I had become accustomed to Godfrey and Barthelmey shutting down the advice I gave to my husband. This instance is no different.

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The Lion and the Heir - short series - Prologue

A/N: just as a heads up, i laughed while writing this. like i wrote this just for a good laugh and wanted to share. my friend sent me a writing prompt about a kid’s wild imagination and she thought it was funny and sent it to me (i sent her this same passage and we both laughed our heads off reading parts of it) so what i’m trying to say is that thinking this is terrible and cringe-worthy is understandable - i cringed at this myself and am very scared to post this lol, and might not even continue it. yes i made a moodboard thing. yes i laughed while making it. goodbye.

"Is everything well, Mommy?" I ask. Instead of answering me, again she attempts to silence me! I repeat my question, but this time the man tells me to silent myself.

Did they not know who they were speaking to? Perhaps I was interrupting something. Was there a lesson to be learned somewhere in this? I wish that Daddy were present at this meeting. Though most of his explanations were gibberish, he would at least attempt to make me understand.

The man walks towards me. He reaches his hands out to carry me, but I do not know this man! And he was quite stinky! I do not like him. I smack his hands away, and he takes a step back.

"With all due respect," I try to explain to him, "please introduce yourself before any forward actions. They are most unwelcoming. Your Princess does not appreciate this behavior."

He turns to my suspicious mother and says something in gibberish. I frown, for the language barrier does not mean that my subjects may disobey my wishes in such a manner!

Suspicious Mommy takes off the shield that was over her eyes. I find that it is NOT Mommy! Though they look similar, their differences are too contrasting. This woman's eyes were a tad sharper. She was too aware of me, and did not seem comfortable in my presence.

"Shhh sh shhh," she goes again, trying to pick me up, but I allow my short legs to fall from under me. My behind hits the mattress, and I feel my friend, General Lion, against my hand.

"Is everything well, Your Highness?" my trusty General says to me. "Is there anything I can do to be of service?"

"Dismiss this woman from my presence!" I command him.

"But... but that is Mommy!" he cries.

This woman was good in her disguise. She had fooled my trusted advisor!

"Believe me, General, it is not!" I tell him. "She has fooled us!"

"And she is trying to take you away?" he observes.

"Yes!" I am suddenly aware of what is happening. The woman begins to reach for me. "Quick!" I say, panic swelling in my chest. I had to do something about this, but all my heart is telling me to do is cry! I have to take more serious measures than that! "What am I to do?"

"Uh... uh..." General Lion looks around the crib, before he reaches out to me. "Take a hold of my paw!"

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putting my Aftermath taglist because that’s the only one i have :) - y’all can see what’s happening in the next chapter & these other fics. if you’re interested in any (besides Aftermath) let me know! if you don’t interact or anything, i’ll leave you on the Aftermath taglist and won’t remove or add you anywhere :)

(also, people probably know this but just a gentle reminder, the only reason i don’t reply to comments is because this is a sideblog. i see them all though, so don’t worry. i just don’t want to confuse people by replying from my main blog or anything :) anyway let me stop trailing off)

@captain-kingliamsqueen @gkittylove99 @lovablegranny @iam-the-kind-and-thoughtful @mom2000aggie @kingliam2019 @queenrileyrose @shanzay44 @cordonianroyalty @hopefulmoonobject @hopelessromanticmonie @twinkle-320 @amandablink @texaskitten30 @pens-girl-87 @ladyangel70 @sanchita012 @cordonianprincess @cordonia-gothqueen @pink-diamond13 @queenwalton @yourmajesty09 @alj4890 @choicesbutterfly

^if anyone from this list wants to do the WIP Wednesday thing, feel free!!

#trr fanfic #wips

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keanureevesisbae · 5 years ago

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“Never out of practice” - Chapter 1

Summary: When Darcie’s father loses an important case, a killer seeks revenge, by kidnapping the entire Angel family. Though John thought that he was officially retired, he has to save his Darcie and her family, because he can’t lose her.

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Mentions of a miscarriage.

Masterlist // Previous chapter // Next chapter

It’s officially October. I’ve always really liked it when it’s autumn again. The only thing is that it’s getting darker earlier on and I’ve never been too keen on the dark. The first year when I owned the cafe, I would be so terrified walking to the bus, that eventually I kept hailing cabs, because dealing with that stress on top of owning a cafe, was too much for me at the time.

Thankfully I have a very tough boyfriend now, who loves to pick me up. Today is no different, except that we go to my parents. For the first time in what seemed like forever, my parents have a night off and they really wanted us over for a late dinner.

Today it’s Jennie’s turn to close off, but somehow Raye managed to stick around. ‘When is your next date?’ Jennie asks.

‘Tomorrow,’ Raye answers, ‘but I think about cancelling.’

I stop in the middle of cleaning a table. ‘Jen, did I hear that correctly? Raye Clarke is thinking about cancelling a date?’

Jennie nods. ‘I’m still a little shocked. I can’t believe this is happening.’

‘Very funny,’ Raye growls, looking actually annoyed. Geez, what is up with her? ‘It’s just, he sounds so stupid. I was hoping his looks would make up for it. His looks were the only reason that I swiped right. But talking to him and calling with him, he is really stupid.’

For Raye to say something like that, means that either something really bad happened or that she is growing. ‘Are you okay?’ I ask.

She sighs. ‘My brother is coming home next week. My parents are really looking forward to it and they keep calling me, demanding I should at least stop by.’

Jennie and I exchange looks. We know Alex Clarke pretty well. He was about a year older than us, but somehow always managed to bully us through high school. I never understood why a nice girl like Raye had a brother like Alex. Alex would always make racist Asian jokes against me and he once cut off two of Jennie’s braids, causing her to shave her entire head..

‘I hate that guy,’ Jennie admits. ‘God, your brother is so fucking annoying.’

‘And he is introducing us to his fiancée.’

‘That bonehead has a fiancée?’ Jennie exclaims. ‘How is it possible that he is fucking engaged and we,’—she gestures to her and Raye—‘are single?’

Raye has been sad for too long, because she literally shakes it off. She always does that. Being sad isn’t something that happens to her a lot. She always says that she’d rather be fake happy than real sad. I really don’t know if that is such a healthy way of dealing with your emotions, but okay. ‘It’s not until next week,’ she states, ‘so no need to dwell on it. I’m going to cancel that Tinder date and you and I, Jennie, are going to hang out.’

‘You can’t just expect us to hang out together, last minute. Maybe I already have plans.’

‘You don’t,’ Raye says. ‘You honestly don’t have plans, like ever. I know you.’

The door opens and when we all look up, I see my handsome boyfriend in the doorway. Tiki and Oreo rush to me and when I crouch down, they push me on my back, trying to see who can lick my face the most. ‘I missed you guys too,’ I squeal and wrap my arms around the dogs. ‘Oh my God, I love you too, but you have to let me get up. John, please help me.’

‘Come here, guys,’ he says, patting his legs, so they look up and let go of me.

I manage to push myself up, only to see Oreo sneaking back to me. I scratch his head, causing him to smile at me. I love that cute smile of his. He is such a big fat baby, always curling up beside me on the couch and always wanting to get in bed with us, but John sends Oreo and Tiki out every time we go to sleep. Somehow he got through an entire year of dating without letting Tiki sleep in our bed and now that we have Oreo, he hasn’t changed his opinion about it. I personally wouldn’t mind if the dogs were in our bed, but John says that he wants me all to himself when we’re sleeping and to be honest, I think that is really sweet.

John walks up to me. ‘Hi sweetheart,’ he says, before kissing me on my forehead. ‘Ready to go?’

‘I am, let me just get my bag.’

I rush to the kitchen and after I collected all my stuff, including my jacket, I give Raye and Jennie a big hug. ‘Say hi to your parents from me,’ Jennie says.

‘Will do. See you two tomorrow.’

‘Bye mommy, bye daddy,’ Raye says and I glare at her. ‘It’s funny and you like it, admit it.’

I send her the finger and with John—who is enjoying this way too much—and our dogs, I walk to the car. While the dogs get in the back, John puts my seat in the right place, but he stops me before we can get it. ‘What is it, honey?’ I ask him.

‘I really missed you.’ He gives me a long kiss and afterwards pulls me in a tight hug.

This isn’t really how he usually is. I frown. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Can’t I show my wonderful girlfriend how much I love her?’

I lean back, so our eyes meet. His dark eyes are so full of love and I can’t help to fall even more in love with him. He is so gorgeous and my boyfriend. Sometimes I still can’t comprehend it. ‘Of course, but… I don’t know. Just wondering.’

I get in the car and when John sits next to me, I still can’t help but worry a little. He has a frown between his brows and when he holds onto the steering wheel, he is also a bit tense, his knuckles almost turning white. When he feels me staring at him, he looks to the side. ‘What’s up, sweetheart?’

‘I love you, you know that right?’

John smiles. ‘I do know that and I also know that you are worried, but please don’t. Going to your parents still makes me a bit nervous.’

‘Why is that? They love you, especially my mom and when you let my dad drive around in your Mustang, he instantly wanted you to be his son in law.’ I place my hand on his. ‘No need to be nervous.’

John parks the car in front of my parents home, but I stop him before he can get out. ‘How about that when we get home and you’re still tense,’ I whisper, ‘I’ll help you relax a bit?’

His eyes widen and a grin appears on his face. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah, I think a back massage could do wonders.’

He laughs, placing his hand on his chest. ‘You had me there for a second. That is just mean, Darcie.’

I stick out my tongue. We get out of the car and with the dogs we walk to the front door of the house that I grew up in. The door flies open, to reveal both of my parents. My mom nearly pushes me aside to hug John. Mom always wanted to two kids, a boy and a girl. My father once told me that three years before they had me, they were expecting a boy, but in the seventh month of her pregnancy, his heart just stopped beating. They never knew why he never survived and when I asked her at age five why everyone had sibling, except me, she threw her bowl filled with soup against the wall and yelled at me that I should’ve never ask a question like that again.

When I finally got a boyfriend, she thought that she’d treat her son in law like a real son, but she never wanted anything to do with Eric. She hated his guts and at the time I felt awful for not liking her as much as I used to. I mean, Eric was my boyfriend, wasn’t she supposed to be happy?

But the way she loves John like he is her son, though he is only ten years younger than her, warms my heart. I know a tiny bit about his earlier life, how he was an orphan. The way he was welcomed in my family, I know it means a lot to him. When he met my parents for the first time and we got back to the apartment, he told me about how wonderful it felt to belong in a family.

He never really told me anything about Helen’s family, but I feel like sometimes I shouldn’t ask too much about her. I always feel a bit guilty after talking about her, I don’t know why.

But knowing that he was happy to belong to a family and that he would do everything to keep all of us safe (he said so himself), it made me realize once again that John is a good man and that I should never let him go.

I give my dad a hug. ‘I missed you, dad,’ I say to him.

‘Oh, munchkin, I missed you too.’

‘You look tired,’ I note, looking at his dark circles under his eyes.

‘Tough case, that’s all. Don’t you worry about me Your old man can handle it.’

⟢⟡⟣

‘Mom, really?’ I ask her, when I see there are only three chairs at the table. ‘We have four chairs, I know that.’

‘One is broken,’ she lies without skipping a beat. No wonder she is one of the best attorneys ever. For a second I believed her, but I know my mom and I know she’s up to something. My dad and her sit each on a chair, leaving only one left. ‘You can sit on your boyfriends lap.’

Oh my God, I thought once you weren’t a teen anymore, you wouldn’t be ashamed of your mother—guess I was wrong. ‘Mom,’ I whine, ‘please.’

‘Oh Darcie,’ she says. ‘I really like you two together. How do young people call it? Sailing?’

I’m visibly cringing. She always does that, trying to keep up with trends. It was funny when I was young, it was embarrassing when I was a teen, but now I’m thirty one, I really want her to stop doing that. ‘Mom, first of all: it’s called shipping, not sailing. Second of all: John and I are already dating, no need to force us together.’

John can’t hide his amusement. ‘Come on, baby,’ he says, sitting on the only chair left. ‘It’s not so bad.’ He holds my hand and pulls me to him. Knowing I can’t win this (and I’m definitely not eating my dinner standing up), I plop on his lap and my mother, who is a grown woman of sixty, hides her smile behind her hand.

‘I can’t believe you,’ I say to her, but I wrap my arm around John’s shoulders. Not wanting to give this sort of behavior any more attention than it should get, I turn to my father. ‘So, dad, how’s work?’ I ask.

‘It’s okay,’ he says. ‘I’m defending the family of Whitney Bell.’

I’ve heard about that case. Whitney Bell was a twenty five year old woman, whose ex-boyfriend brutally murdered her and dumped her in Central Park. I just didn’t know my dad was defending her family. But come to think of it, I barely spoke him these last few weeks and though I think my parents are doing a great job with the people who they defend, I barely keep up with it, even when it’s in the news all the time.

At first I was a bit nervous to talk to John about this case, since… Well… You know…

But he sat me down and for the first time, he actually mentioned his work, without me asking for it first. He told me that he only killed men who were better off dead than alive. He would never kill a woman or a child and it kind of eased my mind. Not that I was scared that he would murder me.

‘Must be rough,’ John says, before taking a sip of his drink.

‘It is. Family cases like this, it always pains me when I hear their stories. I asked Whitney’s parents to bring a picture of Whitney, to show the jury. Though I asked for one, they brought all their pictures they have of her with them.’ Dad looks at his glass and adds: ‘Parents always do that. I get it, you know. If something happened to you, Darcie, I’d be dragging every picture I have of you with me, to show the jury.’

‘I’m sorry, dad,’ I whisper, but loud enough for him to hear.

‘Don’t be, munchkin. It’s nothing I can’t handle.’ Dad smiles, but I don’t buy it. He is stressing out. ‘Tomorrow in the late afternoon we’ll hear how he is being sentenced for life.’ He wants to sound like he’s got everything under control, but he fails miserably.

John must picked up on his nerves too, because he suggests: ‘How about you and I take a drive in the Mustang after dinner, Christian?’

‘That would sure ease my mind,’ dad laughs and thankfully it’s a bit more real this time.

We talk during dinner about the customers, John’s book binding (causing my mom to say she has some old books) and our dogs, who are curled up beside each other.

John and dad are about to go for a drive in the Mustang, but before John leaves, he picks up Tiki, since she really want to go with him and he presses a kiss on my cheek. ‘I love you, sweetheart,’ he whispers.

My mom manages to keep quiet, but as soon as the front door is shut, she asks: ‘When are you going to give me grandchildren?’

‘Mom! What the hell?’

‘Oh come on, sweetheart,’ mom laughs. ‘I know you are thinking about it. I mean, you call each other mom and dad.’

‘When we’re talking to or about our dogs,’ I defend myself. ‘I know you want grandchildren, but please, don’t say that sort of stuff when he is around. I’m afraid it might scare him off.’

‘Why?’ she asks. ‘I mean, he loves you dearly and I bet he wants kids with you. I mean, who wouldn’t?’

I can’t believe that last makes me blush. ‘I know that, but it is so far ahead in the future, I don’t want to think about it yet.’

Mom wraps her arms around me, giving me a kiss on my cheek. ‘Okay, I’ll shut up about grandchildren. But you are my favorite sail.’

‘Ship, mom, it’s called a ship. And just say couple, please. There is no need to “fit” in with the cool kids.’

‘Yet you knew exactly what I was talking about.’

‘That’s because I have high school kids hanging around the cafe all day every day. I need to fit in with the cool kids.’

We plop on the couch and Oreo stretches himself out, waddles over to us and sits between us.

‘Mom, be honest with me now. Is dad really okay?’

‘You know how he is,’ she sighs. ‘Gets too wrapped up in a case.’ Mom squeezes my cheek and whispers: ‘He’ll be fine after tomorrow, like he always is after he has won a case.’

Mom and I cuddle up with Oreo, who has been the sweetest companion so far, ever since we rescued him from the shelter. He eventually is sitting a little behind me on the couch, his head placed on my shoulder.

The front door opens. My father is laughing, but when I look at him, I see his eyes are swollen and a bit red. ‘Dad, are you okay?’ I ask him.

‘Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine. Just hit my head.’

My mother stands up and wraps her arms around my father. ‘Oh nae wangjamin,’ she soothes, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

Tiki rushes to her big brother and jumps on top of him. He simply licks her face, not annoyed by her antics. He never is.

John walks up to me and scratches Oreo’s head. ‘Maybe we should go home,’ John says, ‘it has been a long day.’

I simply nod and when we announce that we’re leaving, my mom gives me a tight hug. When I hold my dad, I’m instantly worried again. This is not who he is, I hardly recognize him anymore. ‘I love you, dad and if something is wrong, just tell me, okay? I’m one phone call away.’

Dad nods. ‘I love you too, munchkin and I will call you.’

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THIS CHAPTER: Monochrome: assisted masturbation, cheating (kind of)

Yep this is definitely when it starts to get wilder. I'm trying to make sure I tag the chapters so everybody knows what's coming and nobody's shocked or squicked against their will but if I miss something don't flame me ;o;

=Chapter 37

Weiss felt numb all over. Those words couldn’t have been in the same sentence: ‘Schnee’ and ‘mayor’. It had to be someone’s idea of a bad joke. Cinder had planned this - she was just the type! Before she knew what was happening, Kali’s hands were on her shoulders and the sofa was underneath her; she couldn’t even remember sitting down.

“Father? Is he… is it true?”

“It is, sweetie,” Kali told her gently, eyes full of concern. “He just announced his candidacy this morning. I would have assumed you heard…”

“Nobody was talking about it at school,” Blake confirmed, not quite so affected but still concerned for Weiss. It would have been touching if she wasn’t completely beside herself.

Meanwhile, the others remained largely unaffected. Salem shrugged, eyes dark and piercing beneath her usual hood - even indoors. “Why should they have? Youth is wasted on the young. Children have no head for current events and political machinations.”

“That’s because they’re supposed to be children.” The frost in Kali’s tone as she addressed her own leader surprised her, especially since she had been so quick to tell Weiss that she wasn’t a child. Which one was it? “Haven’t they a right to grow into productive members of society before they have to vote and be disappointed in the world?”

“Touché, Duchess. Perhaps I truly have become jaded.”

“We need to nail down how to proceed,” Sienna hissed at them through her teeth. “Then we can worry about trivial matters. Are you sure you don’t want me to fill him full of-”

“No, no. Your methods are effective but… indelicate.” Salem’s legs crossed as she contemplated, dark eyes sweeping from face to face. A minute passed before she replied. “I don’t believe we’ll need to move immediately. The election is weeks away; plenty of time to let our minds percolate.”

Clearing her throat, Weiss said in a small voice, “Wh-why do you think he wants to become mayor? Why now? I… I really, really want to hope it has nothing to do with me and the Dragons, but if it does…”

“If it does, then what?” Cinder sighed impatiently.

“If it does, maybe I… could go back home. And he would leave you alone, and drop the whole-”

“Don’t be so gullible, Schnee. All that will accomplish is showing him that he can do whatever he wants.”

“She’s right,” Kali reassured her in gentler tones. “I know you want to do whatever you can to fix this problem; I would in your position. But a man like your father won’t bend to anyone’s will unless he’s made to bend. And if people can’t bend, if they aren’t flexible enough…”

“They break,” Emerald hissed through her teeth. Cinder patted her arm to help calm her.

Salem rose to her feet, smoothing down the front of her cloak. “This ‘not-meeting’ is adjourned. All we needed from it was to adjust our thinking… make sure we are all aware of the tribulations that await us, be contemplating until we meet again. We have done that, and we can proceed to other matters. Kali, I trust you will inform us if you become aware of another location?”

“Immediately, High Dragon.”

“Good. Take care, all.” Without waiting for anyone to bid her farewell, she swept from the room, Sienna immediately on her heels. Emerald and Cinder were next, though they favoured Weiss with smiles and nods as they filed out. Then it was just Weiss and the Belladonnas.

Kali was the first to speak. “Well, that was interesting. Let’s finish working on dinner.”

“That’s all you have to say, Mom? Nothing about… you know, Weiss’s daddy trying to take over the whole city?!”

“Maybe he’s going into organised crime himself. Maybe he’s got bats in his belfry - how are we supposed to know? Either way, we can’t do anything tonight. Let’s just worry about getting food on the table for now, alright?” When neither of them answered right away, she cupped their cheeks and smiled. “Good girls. Go and wash up for dinner.”

As they paced upstairs, Weiss whispered, “Is it just me, or did your mom get a lot more… motherly just now?”

“Not just you.” Glancing over her shoulder, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “I think it was what Salem said. Y’know, about us kids not being aware of politics, and the world? Think it really ground her gears.”

“Well, it’s creepy. She was flirting with me yesterday; I don’t want her feeding me jars of Gerber peas today!”

Lip curling, Blake murmured, “I don’t want her doing either one.”

“Oh… well, yeah, I know. I am sor-”

“Don’t. It’s weird for me, but like I said, I’m used to her flirting with anything that moves. Just… not somebody I’m close to is all. There are all kinds of reasons, trust me.”

Weiss’s cheeks bunched with the force of her sudden smile. “You’re close to me? Awww…”

Before Blake could sputter a response, the master bedroom door opened and Willow peered out, eyes a little round and fearful. The instant she saw her daughter, her expression clarified and she pulled the door open. “Weiss, there you are.”

“Mom!” She smiled and trotted over for a hug. “You okay? You looked kind of worried.”

“Well, Kali told me there would be serious business going on downstairs, and… and that I should stay up here.” Swallowing hard, she glanced at Blake briefly as if she would pounce on her at any moment. “Is… is anyone… dead?”

Both of the girls looked startled. “Mom, we’re not assassins! No, nobody’s dead! Gee whiz!” Willow relaxed visibly, though she was still shaking very slightly and breathing rapidly. Seeing that she needed the comforting, she wrapped her arms around her mother a little tighter. “It’s alright, Mom. Sorry I got you mixed up in all this mess, I didn’t mean t-”

“No, no, it’s… it’s alright. I’m already much happier than I have been in years and years, even if I’m a little afraid of what might happen next. But I’m more afraid of… of your father now.”

At the mention of him, the girls exchanged a glance. Blake raised a hand up to rest in the middle of Willow’s back and began to guide them both toward the stairs. “Come on, Mrs. Schnee. Dinner’s almost ready. And, uh… and I think we could all use it.”

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The meal did go smoothly once they were all seated and avoiding the whopper of an elephant in the room. Weiss got to mention that she was helping Yang reconnect with her uncle, which pleased Kali - both for Weiss’s involvement and that Yang was reaching out to her family more and more. Her own mother might have been a little confused, but she got the general idea and also commended her daughter for helping to foster any level of reconciliation. There was a lot of blushing, and a little teasing from Blake before Kali tossed an olive at her daughter. A food fight was narrowly avoided.

So it was that despite the very notion of a potential Mayor Schnee hanging over their heads, Weiss could fall right to sleep that night. Blake flashed her a calm smile; for once she had looked just fine, not stressed or morose or irritated. Even if not everything was great, a lot of things were getting better.

This time, she couldn’t remember any dreams when her eyes popped open the next morning. Only this lingering sense of well-being. One of them probably had something to do with…

“Yang…”

Her eyebrows twitched downward. That wasn’t her own voice, was it? It was such a quiet whisper, too. Glancing over to the side, she saw Blake curled away from her, thrashing around very slightly. Another dream about lost love; it was sad, even though she definitely was beginning to move on during the waking hours.

The next whimper sounded so quiet, so plaintive, that she couldn’t help it. She leaned up on her elbow to reach up and shake Blake awake, spare her the agony-

And saw her arm was moving quite a lot more than was normal for a sleeping woman. One wrist was disappearing into her loose violet pyjama pants. Her breathing was pretty ragged for someone asleep, too… and those whimpers…

Suddenly, Weiss felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. Clearly this problem had not gone away for Blake if she felt the need to do this while she wasn’t alone in the bed.

“A-ah,” her friend let out from between her lips. Weiss was completely beside herself, and every idea she had of how to fix this situation seemed more terrible than the last. Should she clear her throat to let her presence be known? NO! That would be disastrous! Then again, if she kept on watching, or even just laid there and listened to Blake doing this, it would make her the worst kind of Peeping Tom! Nevermind how uncomfortable she would be the entire time. And if Blake ever found out…

‘What do I do?’ she thought frantically as her face began to heat up, and as Blake’s arm ramped up in speed. To be fair, the girl was doing a pretty good job of keeping herself from shaking the rest of the bed or making noises that would wake someone, but she was still being indiscreet.

Two things happened next. Blake shifted, and a wave of a very specific scent rolled over Weiss that made her blush brighten. But she didn’t just shift her arm’s position. Her head turned, to glance over her shoulder and make sure she was the only one awake in the bed - that she wasn’t being watched.

Which, of course, she was.

Both girls froze completely for at least a full count of ten, two pairs of eyes wide and gazing into each other in shock. At least the arm was no longer moving. Then Blake asked the only sensible question.

“How… how long were you… watching me?”

“I…” Swallowing hard, she whispered back, “N-not long. A minute? But I didn’t know what to… I couldn’t believe you were really…”

Though Blake’s cheeks had been blotchy with sheer heat before, now they were taking on a much deeper shade as she began to turn away again. “Oh… my… God.”

“Blake-”

“Of course. Of course you wake up this one time, I can’t- what was I thinking?!” Her voice was a mixture of panic and pure shame. “What is WRONG with me?! Why am I so… so…”

Weiss couldn’t think of anything else to do but throw her arms around Blake. Obviously another terrible idea, but it was her best in the moment.

“Are you kidding me?!” she hissed angrily. “While I’m doing this?!”

“Shut up!” she commanded Blake, squeezing even tighter. “I don’t care! Waking up to this might not be Fat City for me, either, but you’re… there’s nothing wrong with you, alright?”

Blake held completely still for a long moment, vibrating with a cocktail of emotions. Then things began to shift a little. She had tried to move her arm and shivered. Weiss knew why, but she still didn’t pull away - even though a little voice in the back of her head was telling her the hug should probably end sometime soon. Before things went in a direction neither of them exactly wanted.

“Weiss… I appreciate you… saying that. But I, um… I think I need to get up, and go to the bathroom, and… and f-finish what I started. So unless you want to help me with it, I suggest you let go.”

Why did she feel so bold and reckless? “But you sound really close. Just… hurry up and do it.” That did get her hand to slap over her own mouth, so at least it accomplished the goal of ending the hug.

“Are you out of your tree?! I can’t! Not with… with you watching…” Her voice started to sound less and less angry, or shocked, or afraid. There was only shame now, mingling with her desires. “With you watching me. And I don’t think you want that, either.”

“Hey, let’s not get carried away. I didn’t say I wanted to watch! Just… that you should finish it off, and then… then everything will be fine again. Right?”

Amber eyes gazed up into hers guiltily, a little pink mouth slightly open as she panted for air and tried to think her way out of the situation. Weiss had already thought to all possible conclusions, and in her half-awake state, this sounded like the one that would result in the least hurt feelings. Sending Blake out of the room, or leaving herself, would wind up making them both even more ashamed than if they stayed. And asking Blake to just stop and not climax was inhumane! That only left this solution, undesirable as it was.

“What if…” Blake bit her lip for a moment, then looked away. “What if I do want you to watch?”

That got her attention. “What?”

“It’s… getting really hard not to do anything,” she whispered, arm trembling and tense. “So either… cut out right now, or it’s going to get really…” Another swallow, and she looked sincerely apologetic. “You could stop me. Pull my arm out of there. I think you should.”

“Blake…” This was her out! But she couldn’t take it. “No. I think you need this. You couldn't even wait until I got out of bed earlier, and now you’re almost there. So, um, I don’t think I would stop you if I wanted to. And I don’t.”

She nodded, seeing the wisdom in that statement. “Schnee, you are… something else. I swear.” Then she licked her lips, letting out a nervous laugh. “I’ve never done this before, you know. Just… worked on myself while somebody else was… I might sound dumb, or look dumb…”

“Don’t worry about that. But if it helps, I won’t watch your face too much. Okay?”

“Well…” Reluctantly, she nodded. Then began to move her arm…

And the immediate moan of relief was enough to send shivers down Weiss’s spine. This was definitely a mistake; she knew that the minute she suggested it. But what a glorious mistake it would be.

“You… do not sound ‘dumb’,” she told her baldly.

“I don’t?” Blake laughed quietly, hips twitching back and forth. “Mmhh… you know, you don’t have to keep hugging me. Or even stay in the bed. I… it’s alright, Weiss.”

“I’m comfortable here.” Not that she was fully; she was comfortable lying on the bed, of course, but her libido was anything but comfortable with having a lithe, nubile body enjoying that kind of stimulation so close to her own. Why did Blake have to sound so incredible? Even just feeling her back and rear brushing against herself a little as she squirmed was setting her off.

And Blake was losing her fight to keep still, to suppress her reactions as much as possible. At one point, a wave of pleasure hit her that caused her to curl in on herself, pulling her head further away and pushing her toes against Weiss’s bare shins. Having their skin connect seemed to snap her out of it.

“S-sorry.”

“No… don’t be.” Moving her arm further down, she rested a hand on Blake’s stomach, slipping it under her arm to do so. “Keep going. You need this.”

“Yeah. Need this… I really need…” The stomach muscles flexed and moved underneath her hand, and Blake redoubled her efforts. Now, she could feel each and every movement, the vibrations of her attempts to wring an orgasm from the reluctant clutches of her own flesh. Her stilted gasps and groans were so hot…

But not enough. She knew what Blake needed. “You can call her name.”

“What?”

“Yang. I… understand why, believe me. So you should, if you want.”

“No, that’s- she’s your girlfriend. I shouldn’t…” But she didn’t sound terribly resolute. In fact, she sounded like she wanted to give in, even if the look in her eyes said that she would hate herself for doing so.

“Just imagine that Yang is behind you right now,” she whispered against her neck, prompting a brand new shiver. She wasn’t sure where these ideas were coming from, other than they seemed reasonable for an unreasonable situation. “That she’s the one watching you, listening to you… waiting for you to show her what you can do to that body.”

That easily, she convinced a little “Yang” to slip from Blake’s tongue as she sped up, her hips beginning to shift against her frantic fingers. The motions were butting back against Weiss with every pass, building a heat she was trying her best to ignore. Another whispered oath, and another whispered “Yang!” Her mouth was hanging open now, gasping for more breath as she climbed higher toward the peak of pleasure.

“Yes!” Weiss hissed against Blake’s neck, bucking her hips in time with the other pair as her hand began to pet a circle on Blake’s stomach, mimicking the movements of the other one doing the lion’s share of the work. “It’s so good! Just keep going, don’t stop now!”

“Nhhhhh, Yang!” she moaned out, a little louder than she meant to but still quiet enough that it might not wake up anyone. “I… I’m so damn close! Almost!”

“Finish for her, Blake! Finish for Yang!”

That was as much as she could stand, if the louder gasp and the spasms of her entire body were any indication. She could feel toenails scratching her shins beneath the blanket, abdominals clenching, and the vibrations of ragged breathing bleed through Blake’s back and into her own chest. By all outward signs, this was definitely one of the strongest orgasms she had ever witnessed - maybe that Blake had experienced.

After a minute or so, Blake had recovered enough to roll onto her back and gaze at Weiss in wonder. Then she whispered, “How… did you do that?”

“Do what?” she laughed.

“Make it so good, and… you didn’t even touch me. Not really; not that way.”

“O-oh. Well, I didn’t even do anything, really.”

Blake’s smile was a little dazed - understandably. “You didn’t… and you did. Weird. But that was one of the best I’ve ever had, and definitely way better than any other game of solitaire. How did you do it?”

All she could offer was a shrug. By now, not only was Weiss vaguely embarrassed by the praise, but she was also fighting off her own arousal. Even if she hadn’t ever truly thought of Blake as a potential bed partner before, there could be no denying how hot that entire show was. And certain parts of her anatomy were clamoring for an encore.

“Schnee? You okay?”

“Fine. Totally fine.”

A knowing glint in one amber eye, she rolled over a bit more so she could pet up and down Weiss’s stomach through her nightie. “You know… I wouldn’t mind returning the favour. If that’s what you want.”

“It… it isn’t.” Clearing her throat, she patted Blake’s forearm, and it stilled. “Yang can take care of it for me later, I… but thank you.”

Sorrow and frustration took over on the raven-haired girl’s features again for a moment. But then it faded into the background and she simply embraced her temporary bunkmate. “Sorry. Just say the word, though.”

“No, I’m sorry. This is probably so difficult for you. And your life would be easier if I never-”

“Shhh. Don’t bother talking like that; we can’t change the past, and I don’t want to. You’re alright in my book, Schnee.” In a mock-grumble, she added, “Even if you’re being a big baby about me working you over.”

A thought occurred to her - a memory from right after she had met Blake - and she decided to share it with a little smirk. “You know… I’ll have to confer with Yang about it, to make sure she still feels the same. But she did once say that she wouldn’t mind if I made whoopee with you.” To be more specific, she had said Weiss had free reign to sleep with more than just Blake, but that information wasn’t pertinent.

“‘Made whoopee’,” she snickered.

“Why does everyone keep laughing at me when I say that?!”

“Sorry,” she laughed a little louder, clearly getting comfortable against Weiss’s side now. “But… if she really meant that, then I guess… there are crazier ideas. But I won’t make any moves until you get word we have a green light, Schnee. Homewrecking is not a hobby I’m looking to take up, even for a cute pompom girl.”

“I think that’s an acceptable plan,” she said with a little firm nod, and Blake only grinned. Weiss eventually smiled, as well. “You must have really felt good a minute ago if you’re buttering me up so much now.”

One of her trim shoulders shrugged as they relaxed a little more into each other. “I did. And I’m not just buttering you up; you razz my berries, as much as that surprises me. Though I did always think you were a fine thoroughbred filly.” Her hand began to pet up and down her side, and Weiss felt her cheeks flare up even more. “Mmmm, yeah…”

“Okay, enough. Roll back over.” Blake obeyed, and Weiss pressed their backs together. “Mmm… I could get used to it, though. Watching you blow your stack. It’s better than Ed Sullivan.”

“You germ,” she mock-growled, pushing her feet back against Weiss’s feet. They battled for dominance very briefly before giving up and simply resting again. “You know… nah, that’s just weird to say now. Nevermind.”

“Go ahead. I don’t think anything’s too weird after what we just did.”

With another little shrug, she went on quietly, “I was thinking before this morning that… that it might not be too bad…” She fell silent again. When Weiss elbowed her, she went on in a rush, “That it might not be so bad if our parents were together and we were sisters! There, okay?!”

“Ohhhh,” she breathed, secretly very touched by the sentiment. Especially after worrying that Blake hated her! But what she said was, “I don’t think I could handle watching my sister do what you did.”

“Well, not- I said ‘before this morning’, dingbat! GOD! Try to have a civil conversation…”

But eventually, they did decide it was time to get up. Not before a little more play-wrestling and a lot of talking, but there was no more hanky panky; she wanted to leave that up to Yang.

As soon as was bodily possible.

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