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roosterforme · 10 months ago

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Adult Education Part 23 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake has found everything he needs in one person. He knows deep inside that nothing is going to change Jessica's love for him, but he's nervous to tell her what's been on his mind. When he opens himself up to her even more, she gives him everything he wants.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, pegging, anal, language, 18+

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Epilogue Part Two

Five more months later...

Jessica was just settling down on the couch with a mug of tea when Jake got home from work. "Hey, Baby," he said as he undid the top buttons on his khaki uniform shirt. "How was your day?"

"Not bad," she replied, absolutely loving that her Fridays ended early this term. "I started making a list of what we need to pack for Cabo, and I printed out my final exam sheets. Dinner's in the oven, and I'm about to email Luca back. He asked me if I wanted him to stop by with his skateboard next week. Isn't he adorable?"

Jake smirked as she reached for him. "You made dinner? Seriously?"

She rolled her eyes as she said, "Don't be silly, Smart Boy. I took the pan of lasagna that you left in the refrigerator and put it in the oven."

"Yeah, that makes more sense," he drawled as she looked up at him from the couch.

"Your uniforms are ruining my life," she whispered as she ran her hands along his thigh and took his zipper pull between her thumb and index finger. "Ever since I actually flew with you in your flight suit, I can't get enough of all of these things. I've been enjoying all the role playing."

Jake pressed his lips together, a thoughtful look on his face. "I noticed you've been having a lot of fun bossing me around lately."

She hummed as she kissed his zipper. "That's an understatement. I loved it when you called me Admiral Reed while you wore your dress blues. Speaking of which... I haven't seen them recently."

"Special occasions, Baby. Can't wear them every day," he told her, and she made a disappointed sound as he took one step away from her.

"Where are you going? I was about to give you a blowjob."

To her knowledge, Jake had never turned her down. Ever. Not once in over ten months with him. She sat still on the couch and watched him rake his fingers a bit nervously through his hair. The more she looked at him, the more she realized he didn't quite seem like himself, and she hopped up from the couch and went to him.

"You can tell me what's wrong, Jake," she promised softly. "Did I do something?"

"No," he replied with conviction. "You didn't do a damn thing wrong, Baby. I've just had something on my mind."

"Oh." She was trying to think of a single positive thing that would get this reaction out of him, but she could only come up with negatives. Her mind was supplying scenarios that would be enough to break her heart as he studied her with pensive green eyes.

"I really like that," he muttered, gaze falling to the floor. "When you kind of... take control." His face was flushed a pretty shade of pink, and Jessica couldn't stop staring. He was so obviously nervous, and he didn't meet her eyes until she pressed her palm to his warm cheek. "I like it when you do that."

"Okay," she replied with a little nod. "Then I'll do it more often."

He huffed out an exasperated breath and looked up at the ceiling now. "Jessica... I've never asked for anything like this before. And I don't really know how to do it now."

She used both hands to tip his face down again so he was looking at her once more. His pupils were wide, and his lips were set in a firm line, and she had no idea what was running through his mind that was making him react this way. "You can tell me anything, Jake. You can ask for what you want. I do it all the time. I ask you to buy me lingerie and toys, and you always do."

"This is different," came his immediate response. "I don't know if you'll like it. Hell, I don't even know if I'll like it."

She scraped her nails gently along his stubble and tried to imagine what he wanted. She'd give him anything. "Is it something kinky?" she asked, tracing his lip as he nodded. "You're just going to have to tell me then, and I promise I'll at least consider it."

Jake seemed to be gathering his thoughts as her hand drifted down his neck to his shirt where she slowly traced the letters in SERESIN over and over again until he whispered, "Okay. Baby, you know how we bought all those toys from that one website?" When she nodded, he added, "And you know how we kind of skipped the one category?"

She could picture the night they were curled up on the couch with her phone, adding things to the shopping cart with reckless abandon until they'd spent over five hundred dollars. She could also clearly picture the collection of dildos and straps that were available that they didn't touch at all.

"Oh."

He swallowed hard, his eyes growing wide as he started to pull away from her. "Yeah."

But Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tighter against her body. He was getting a little hard, and then she whispered, "You want me fuck you like that? With a strap-on?"

She really didn't even need the verbal confirmation, not with the way his body reacted and the soft moan that came from the back of his throat. But she kissed him as soon as he said, "Yes."

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Jake was waiting for things to shift. He was bracing himself for Jessica to look at him differently or change her mind. There was a difference between wants and needs, and he knew that. He wanted to experiment with her, because he trusted her. She brought out emotions he'd never felt before which opened them up to some exciting exploration in the bedroom. He was nervous to tell her what he wanted, but he did it anyway.

But what he needed was for Jessica to say yes when he proposed on vacation in Cabo with the three carat diamond ring he bought. He needed her to say she'd spend the rest of her life with him before they went to Texas for Christmas. But if it were possible for someone to fulfill all of his needs and his wants too, it was Jessica. It was always going to be Jessica.

So he was surprised but not unpleasantly so when after dinner, she stretched out on the couch with her head on his thigh and brought the topic back to the items she mentioned earlier. She looked up at him and said, "We should make sure you're happy with what we pick, but there are a lot of options. And I guess if we buy something and you don't like it, we could always try again?"

"I love you," he whispered, now knowing he hadn't done anything to change the way she felt about him. She smiled softly as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"I love you, too," she promised. "And I'm really excited about this."

Jake sighed in relief. "If you don't think it's fun, we definitely don't need to try it a second time." But she was already pointing out a few different dildos that she found on her phone and holding it up for him to see.

"Oh, Jake," she said with a grin that made him pulse with need. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a great time. And this one comes in navy blue... I'm just saying, it would match your uniforms perfectly."

That comment alone left Jake in a state of constant need for the next week while he waited for the goods to arrive. The box was dropped off the following Friday, and Jessica was wearing his robe and smiling like the cat who got the cream when he got home from work. "How was your last day of the semester, Dr. Reed?" he asked softly as she held up the pink box.

"It was good," she replied easily. "And it's about to get even better. We leave for Cabo in the morning, and the new toys are here."

Jake swallowed hard as she handed him the box, and when she untied his robe sash, he was treated to the sight of her in her navy blue lace bra and thong set. "Jessica," he croaked, already turned on and beyond excited.

"Look in the box," she told him, and he realized she had already cut it open. Everything was the same blue color as her lingerie, and he moaned softly when he ran his hand along the smaller of the two dildos. He didn't know if this would feel good or not, but the idea of his girlfriend wearing it was making him hard.

He met her eyes as she said, "If it looks good to you, I'll clean everything and get ready while you change into your dress blues."

"My dress blues?" he asked as she took the box from him.

She bit her lip and moaned. "Do it, Lieutenant Seresin. Put on your dress blues and wait for me in the bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am," he grunted, heading right for the closet without delay. His hands shook slightly as he pulled his uniform from the hanger. He was so excited, he could barely get the tie on himself. He looked at the shoes. Would she want him to wear the shoes? Did he want to skip them and hope for a reprimand? Would she reward him more if he was wearing the full uniform?

He ended up putting them on, and when Jessica walked into the bedroom, he was standing at attention. But his jaw dropped when he saw that she was already wearing the strap-on. No sound came out, but he was gasping for air as she ran her hand up and down the length, casually strolling closer to him.

"This looks good on you, Lieutenant," she purred, and his cock stirred a little more. "I like it when you're dressed for the occasion."

"What's the occasion, Admiral Reed?"

She took his hand in hers and turned the palm up, and then she squeezed out some lube. Then she guided his hand to the dildo, and he helped her coat it up. "You're the one who told me this uniform is just for special occasions, so I'll make it a very special one for you. I'm going to fuck you in the ass until you come."

Jake gasped, his hand tightening around the length, pulling Jessica closer to him. "Please," he whimpered, and she adjusted his hat on his head with her clean hand.

"I can't guarantee this will stay on," she mused, grabbing him by the bicep and turning him so he was facing the bed. Her hands came to rest on his hips from behind, and the toy poked him as she said, "And these definitely won't be staying on."

She reached around and started to undo the front of his pants. This was his Jessica. This was the self assured, beautiful woman of his dreams, and she started jerking him off as his pants fell to the floor. The strap on was rubbing his backside. He could come simply from this.

"Bend over, Lieutenant," she demanded, squeezing his cock with her slick hand before releasing him. He did as he was told, and when his cheek met the bedding, her hands met his ass. "Don't forget, Jake," she said softly. "If you're not enjoying it, the safe word is Sam Adams."

"Thank you, Baby," he whispered, actually feeling a lot more at ease than he imagined. And that's precisely when Jessica's hand landed on his ass with a hard slap.

"Lieutenant Seresin," she barked out. "Your uniform is sloppy. Your pants are on the floor. I have told you so many times to straighten this out!"

"Yes Admiral Reed, ma'am," he replied, his voice shaking with need as his cock twitched against the bed. "I'll do better next time."

She laughed, and Jake could hear her uncap the bottle of lube just before he felt her squeeze it onto his backside near where she spanked him. "You need to be taught a lesson. Or you'll keep strutting around here like the rules don't apply to you."

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped as her fingers slid through the slick mess before easing from his balls right up to his asshole. He was already bucking back against her fingers as she teased him, and he'd never been more aware of the fact that he'd never had anything inside him before.

He looked back at her over his shoulder, his blue jacket all bunched up on his body along with his shirt and tie. When she met his eyes, she smirked and said, "Relax, Lieutenant. Be a good boy. It will all be over soon."

The words Sam Adams were right there on his tongue, and he was ready to shout them out, but he found himself relaxing at her touch as she eased her fingertip along while she whispered, "Just be a good boy."

He grunted at the stretch, because it felt incredible. "Admiral Reed," he whined as she inserted her finger deeper. God, he'd wanted this in the worst way, and it felt so fucking good. Her other hand rubbed circles along his lower back, and when he pressed his hips back for more of her finger, she started to withdraw it instead.

"You want more," she whispered, a statement rather than a question. She could tell he did, but he nodded against the bedding and told her yes. Then her finger was back, slipping inside him as he took fistfuls of the blankets. This was different than he usually felt when they were intimate. Not better or worse, but a different kind of pleasurable. She was easily gliding along a spot inside him that left him a little short of breath, groaning her name.

After long enough that his cock was starting to ache for relief, she said, "I think you're ready for the strap, Lieutenant. And I can't wait to give it to you."

He knew she would be gentle amidst the roleplay, and she was. Jake could feel her coating him up with more lube before she leaned down and kissed his back through his uniform. Then she eased the blunt silicone head to his hole and swirled it around while he did his best to try to relax. Jessica's other hand wrapped around to his cock which was devastatingly hard, and she started to slowly jerk him off again while she pushed.

If the stretch from her finger felt good, the stretch from the strap felt both incredible and also alarming. He was gasping, knuckles white as he clutched the bedding. Jessica pushed deeper and deeper, still stroking her hand along his cock as she filled his ass completely. Her hips were resting against him as he moaned and whined loudly.

He squeezed his eyes closed, sucking in air as she paused, fully seated. "How does that feel, Lieutenant Seresin?" she asked, voice breathy as she kissed along his back again.

Jake tried to find the words to describe the juxtaposition of pleasure mixed with slight pain along with the thrumming desire for more. More of Jessica's voice, more movement, and more pressure. "I like it," he managed, and that was all she needed to hear.

Inch by beautiful inch, she withdrew until that blunt tip was the only thing inside him, and Jake moaned loudly as she thrusted into him faster this time while his body grabbed at the length. "Oh god," he whined when he was full again. "Feels amazing."

She slid her slick hand along his cock and whispered, "You're my good boy," while she fucked him. "You're doing great." She rolled her hips, fucking him with rapid, shallow thrusts while he grunted her name and balled the bedding up tighter. She stroked his length slower as her hips went faster, and Jake's hands shook with anticipation.

"Baby," he moaned as her hips pressed against his ass, holding herself in place as she filled him completely.

"Admiral Reed," she corrected, letting her hand drift slowly back down his shaft so she was squeezing his balls. She rolled her hips back and snapped them forward in one fluid motion, and Jake buried his face in the bedding as he cried out.

"Admiral Reed! I'm close! I'm so close!"

Without slowing her tempo, Jessica grabbed him by his hips, and Jake's cock pressed against the bed. She was rubbing him in all the right places, keeping him full with thrust after thrust, and his cock was throbbing in need.

"Come, Lieutenant. You earned it," she promised, grabbing at his hips and waist and grunting as she finished him off with all of her remaining strength. Just a few more thrusts as she found every spot inside of him that needed relief, and he was coming all over the bed.

"Fuck!" he growled, lifting his upper body slightly to chase that perfect pressure, and he watched his cum shoot across the bedding as Jessica rubbed his electrified skin. Jake collapsed back down onto his own mess, the sticky warmth on his hands and cheek as he whined and whimpered.

He felt Jessica remove the strap one inch at a time until she was free of his body, and she hugged him from behind, kissing at his shoulder. "I love you, Jake. I love you so much," she crooned breathlessly, and he at least had the wherewithal to realize she might need some relief now as well. But he couldn't stand up yet. Not when she was whispering the sweetest things in his ear while his legs shook.

When he lifted his head, she kissed his cheek while he tried to formulate words. Then she moaned and licked the cum from his face. Nothing had changed. She was still his in the same way she had been, and if anything, he loved her more for what she just did with him.

"Jessica," he whispered, kissing her lips, finally. She tasted like him. She tasted perfect. Then he stood, and she was smiling up at him, wearing that pretty strap. And Jake knew. He fucking knew damn well that it was time to ask her.

"Where are you going?" she asked when he reached for his pants, pulling them up high enough so he could walk.

He rushed out to the kitchen and opened the cabinet that contained all of the spices and seasonings. She was still apprehensive about cooking on her own, and this was the last place she would have looked for anything. He grabbed the small box and popped it open as he ran back into the bedroom as quickly as he could. Jessica had removed the strap and set it on the bed, leaving her in that sinful looking navy blue set. She adjusted her glasses just before her gaze fell to his hand, and then he dropped to his knee in front of her.

"Jake?" she gasped as her eyes went wide.

"Marry me. Please, Baby. Marry me. You're a need. A necessity. But you're also somehow the only thing I want. I was going to propose in Cabo, but I can't even wait until tomorrow. Will you marry me?"

Her pretty face crumpled as she sobbed, but she was nodding and reaching for him. Her voice shook as she smiled through her tears. "Yes. I'll marry you. You're my needs and wants, too."

Jake stood and scooped her up as he laughed. She ended up beneath him on the bed next to his cum, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair while he tried to get her to hold her hand still. "Let me put it on you, Smart Girl," he whispered, unable to stop smiling as he took her left hand and slipped the ring into place. He loved the way it looked. And then, as if the massive diamond didn't matter much to her in comparison to him, she had her hands back in his hair. And he kind of loved that, too.

"I can't wait to tell everyone how we got engaged," she said as she laughed and buried her face against his neck.

"You can tell them anything you want, Jess. Just make sure you pack that strap for Cabo along with the rest of the toys."

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Thank you so much for coming on this little journey with me! It was really fun to fit Jake and Jessica into the Beer Boy and Sugar universe, and I hope you'll stick around to read about Bob and Anna soon, too! IYKYK...if you follow along with Beer Boy and Sugar, you already knew about Jake and Jessica's upcoming nuptials. More surprises are in store in every corner of this universe soon! Big thanks to @mak-32 @beyondthesefourwalls @sylviebell for all your help!

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taurasiscntybun · 29 days ago

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But we’re roommates! Pt three

-College DT x nerdy reader

-18+ minors DNI

- warnings: graphic descriptions of sex, virginity kink, oral sex, first time, adult language, anxiety

-2,900 words

-Thanks to my always editor @taurasicomplex

“Layback on the pillows baby.” She pushes you back against the headboard and looms over you, her rapid breath mixing with your own.

“Im gonna take your pants off now ok?” Diana whispers, her hands going to unbuckle your cargo pants.

”y..yes please.” You say and lift your hips, she makes quick work of the button and zipper, hooking her fingers in the waistband of your pants.

“Fuck” you swear softly as the fabric slowly slips down your thighs and calf’s, her touch maddeningly gentle as she undressed you.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” Diana praises in a breathy tone, her eyes glued to your exposed thighs and thin panties. She yanks your pants the rest of the way off and tosses them onto your side of the room. She climbs onto the bed over you then sinks downs to her knees, her face hovering above your thighs.

“Open.” Diana prompts and gently pushes your legs open, she sucks in a breath as your wet panties are revealed to her.

“Oh fuck baby, you're so needy for me.” Diana teases and kisses up your thigh, stopping just before she reaches your underwear.

“I think you should take these off too babygirl.” Her breath is hot over your fabric covered core and you moan softly.

“T..take them off please.” You whimper in response, your whole body feeling alight with need for her strong hands. She huffs a laugh against you and slides your underwear down, revealing your slick, glistening cunt to her.

”Fuck you're so pretty here too.” Diana groans, half to herself and half to you as she flings your underwear away too. She grabs your knees and pulls them up over her shoulders, baring you open to her. You gasp as she maneuvers you, her face hovers cementers from your pussy but she pauses, waiting your ok. You tangle your hands in her hair, glad it’s down for once.

“Yes.. more Diana more.” You beg and tug on her hair, you're not even really sure what you're asking for but you knew she’d understand your plea. She doesn’t answer but you feel her huff a little laugh against your skin. Without waiting another moment her mouth is on you, licking a teasing stripe up your cunt. Your hips jerk, the foreign feeling setting you aflame.

“So good baby.” She praises softly and sucks your clit into her mouth, her tongue swirling around your sensitive bud.

”Oh god!” You moan, your body quivering under her expert tongue. She smiles against you and swirls her tongue down to your entrance.

“Oh god you feel so good.” You whine and grind against her.

“That’s right baby ride my face, I want you to cum all over my face baby. Fuck I want to taste your first orgasm.” She groans and thrusts her tongue inside you. She holds your hips as she guides you against her face, moaning softly as she tastes you. You writhe beneath her, needing more.

“Diana! M..more please.” You tug at her hair and she groans, her eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“What do you need baby?” She asks and laps languidly at your clit.

“Fuck Diana I.. I don’t know! I don’t know just more please!” You beg her, your core aching for release.

“I’m gonna use my fingers then babygirl ok?” She maneuvers your position again; putting your legs down but keeping you spread open. Diana runs a hand up your thigh, the move somewhat clumsy but still sexy. She was nervous too. She pulled her face away and ran her middle finger through your folds.

“You’re so good for me baby, you’re so wet.” Her finger teases your heat before pressing into you.

“Fuck you’re so tight… I’m the first one to touch this pretty little hole.” She moaned and closed her lips around your clit again as she slowly pumped her finger in and out. She curled her finger slightly, teasing against your inner walls.

“Oh god Diana yes please.” You gasp out and yank on her hair she made a growling noise in response and lapped her tongue over your clit. She pressed another finger into you as your body relaxes more. Your pussy clenches, your orgasm close.

“That’s it baby squeeze my fingers, fuck you taste so good.” Her words come out muffled against your skin, the ending jumbled as she sucks your clit into her mouth again, scissoring her fingers open inside you and stretching you out.

“FUCK!” You cry out your hips bucking and your back arching off the bed as you cum hard. Your pussy spasms around Diana’s thick fingers as she works you through your high.

“I love watching you come undone, fuck you look so messy I love it.” Diana says sitting up from between your legs. She slowly pulls her fingers out and brings them up to her mouth, her deep brown eyes meet yours as she sucks her fingers clean.

”Oh my god Diana that was..was.. so good.” You pant out and shift to lean forward and reach for her. Diana turns and pulls you against her, half in her lap.

“I’m never gonna stop fucking touching you now baby, you fit so perfectly against me.” She teases and runs her hands up and down your waist.

“So fucking pretty baby.” Diana says softly. She dips her head to nuzzle against your chest, she bites the fabric of your tank top and tugs teasingly. You gasp softly and arch into her touch.

“You’re so responsive.” Diana says in a low tone and circles her tongue around your nipple, it hardens and strains against the fabric.

“Diana” You whimper and your hips subconsciously rock against her thigh. She pulls away from your chest and looks down at you with a smug smile.

“Already so needy for me again, such a greedy little virgin.” Diana taunts and slowly tugs your tank top off; you shiver as youre exposed to the cool air of your dorm room.

”You too Diana, please let me see you.” You beg and pull on the bottom of her shirt. She complies and raises her arms, you don’t hesitate to pull off her shirt. Diana stops you as your fingers wiggle under her sports bra.

“You talk about my boobs so much are you ready to see them?” Diana teases, a silly smug smile on her face, her lips still glisten slightly from your earlier release. You give an annoyed huff.

“I want you too, I want to explore your body I…I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” You say sheepishly and bite your lips.

“You want to touch me baby? I was gonna make this first time all about you but-“ She grins down at you.

“First time?”

“Oh yeah babe, expect this on the regular. I think I’m gonna enjoy coming home after practice and pulling you in my arms before telling you about my day.” She reaches down to the waistband of her pants, shifting you off her lap to undress.

“I.. I guess I didn’t know that was an option.. do.. doing this regularly.” You blush as she drops her pants to the floor. Her eyes soften as she looks at you.

“I just got you my baby bunny, do you think I’m gonna let you go now?” Diana’s voice is a hushed whisper as she locks eyes with you. Noticing your blush she smiles and quickly rips off her sports bra, slingshotting it off her fingers before turning to you.

“Shit Diana, you’re better than I imagined.” You groan and lift your hands to touch her. Her fingers close over your wrists and she guides your hands to cover her breasts.

“Fuck touch me baby.” She moans and leans into your exploring touch. You squeeze her breasts, your touch still a little unsure.

“Don’t be scared.” Diana whispers and moves your hand over her nipple again. You take the hint and pay more attention to her nipples, running your palms over her sensitive buds.

“More baby.” Diana pleads in a raspy tone, she braces herself with her hands behind her and arches her back towards you.

“Tell me how Diana, how do I make you feel good?” You ask and try to mimick some of her early actions; you kiss down her neck and grope her breasts.

“Shit fuck yes.” Diana said in a gasping voice.

“I’m…I’m gonna t..touch you now.” You say a bit more nervously than you meant to. You let your hands wander down to the waistband of her boxers. She sucks in a breath and looks at you.

“You’re not gonna do it wrong I promise.” Diana says, placating your nerves. You peel her boxers off, finally baring all of her to you. You clumsily tug her boxers all the way off, letting them drop off her ankle.

“Fuck that was hard for no reason.” You huff softly and Diana laughs.

“First test I guess, I give you a C.” She laughs at your shocked face. “Oh is that the lowest grade you’ve ever made? Poor baby maybe you can bring up your grade with some extracurricular.” Diana teases and settles in the bed, her long legs spread.

“You..you cannot make this a test when technically this would be the first lesson!” You protest and sit back against your heels.

“Oh relax I was just teasing baby, you know what, sure that was your first lesson, you learned how to cum.” Diana grinned and rested her hands behind her head.

“And?” You snap and lean towards her.

“Hmmmmm” she taps her chin with one finger mockingly.

“I’d say a B+, love the little noises you make but I think you could relax more.” As if to prove her point you huff indignantly and cross your arms.

“Alright lesson two baby, make me cum.” Diana nudges you playfully with her leg and you turn to see her grin.

“And I promise I’m a much nicer grader.” She wiggles her thin eyebrows a few times and you can’t keep the pout on your face, a small giggle escaping you.

“Hmmm what if I say it’s worth double the points or whatever.” She rolls her eyes and nudges you again with her leg.

“Hmmm only because I’m such a studious person.” You say, finding the courage to tease her a little. Diana looks at you almost proudly as you rib her back, the smile on her face wide enough to show her elusive dimple. You crawl over the bed to her and sit back on your heels, hovering over her.

“You can’t do it wrong.” Diana says encouragingly.

“You don’t have to though if it’s uh too much or whatever.” She started to close her legs and you were momentarily shocked, to see the ever sure and confident Diana be so vulnerable.

“Please don’t, I’m sorry it’s me… I…uh… I promise I want to.” You move down the bed a little and push her thighs open.

“I only hesitated because I’ve never done this before and I don’t want to fuck it up for you…I know you’ve had better and I don’t like not being good at something.” You absently squeezed her inner thigh as you spoke and she groaned her hips bucking up.

“I promise I’ve had no one better, fuck baby, no one’s ever touched me.” Diana admits and you still.

“Wait but-“

“Oh I’ve had sex, plenty, mostly with cheerleaders and other girls who wanted to experiment but those girls aren’t usually interested in returning the favor.” She takes in your confused expression and sighs.

“Ok if you want the nitty gritty or whatever, usually I uh masturbate while I uh make them cum or whatever.” She runs a hand through her hair and watches you nervously. You flinch as you watch her unceremoniously rip through the tangles in her curls.

“I uh wasn’t confused on that part.” You say softly and shake your head. “I was confused on how they thought that was ok? Like duh if you made me cum I’m going to do the same.” You tell her matter of factly and relish in the slight blush that forms on her cheeks.

“Oh uh well I just learned to not expect it.” Diana responds quietly, her gaze searching. You nod and smile at her.

“Ok well it sounds like you’re the expert in making people cum, tell me how to do it.” You drop your voice a little lower, hoping it come off as sexy.

“Get closer.” Diana instructs and bends her knees, splaying out and giving you plenty of room. You climb over one of her thighs to settle between her legs, you brace yourself on her thighs and lower your head to hover over you. You pause and grin, deciding to keep the bit going.

“Ok I’ve gotten closer, now what should I do.” You say and watch her pussy tense, the action sending a pang of desire through you.

“F..fuck baby uh o..ok now you’re going to lick.. flatten your tongue then tease the clit.” She instructs, her words getting more breathy as she goes on. You follow her instructions and lick up her slit.

“Oh fuck.” You moan and your eyes flutter shut as your tongue teases at her entrance and her arousal flooded your tastebuds.

“Oh Christ, fuck, mother fucker!” Diana babbles out as you tease her clit.

“Now what do I do?” You drop your voice to a husky whisper and she looks at you in shock.

“Finally found a good use for reading Jane Austen, I know I can call you a little minx!” She protests and wiggles her hips. You laugh softly, relishing in the power you felt.

“Minx or not you still haven’t told me the next thing to do.”

You say, your words muffled against her wet cunt.

“Oh you’re bad, fuck! Fine! N..now suck my clit into your mouth or.. or use your tongue in..in me and move your nose against my clit.” Her words came out as a somewhat defeated protest and you paused for a moment wondering if you took things too far but then Diana writhed under you.

“Fuck you’re torturing me baby” Diana whimpered and tangled her fingers in your hair. You suck her clit into your mouth roughly and wiggle your head slightly to heighten the pleasure.

“Oh baby I’m close please don’t stop just a little more fuck please.” She begged and tugged on your hair. You did the second thing she’d told you, knowing it was even sexier that you were following her directions to make her cum. You close your mouth over her entrance and suck, thrusting your tongue in and moving your head, making sure to bump her clit.

“I’m gonna cum fuck I’m gonna cum, stop now cause I’m gonna cum on your face!” Diana babbles and her hips jerk, you give her thigh a reassuring squeeze and double your efforts, moving back to her clit and lavishing it with attention.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Diana moans and her legs tremor for a moment and her body goes slack. You smile and lick up the remnants of her orgasm, basking in the way her pussy quivered under your gentle tongue.

“A+ fuck baby you get an A+ for that.” She laughs softly and opens her arms as you sit up. You hesitate for a moment, unsure what this makes your relationship.

“We’re in our dorm baby bunny, it’s just you and me, come here and stop overthinking it” You just nod and slide into her, fitting neatly against her chest and between her legs.

“Oh that’s uh very close but ok.” Diana leans down and kisses you on the forehead then pulls the blanket up over you. Her beds never made but that means there’s no awkward shuffle and lifting to get under the covers.

“So you stayed away from me cause you liked me?” Diana asks and strokes her hand through your hair lazily.

“I…uh..I’m already not great with people and I just didn’t know how to uh act normal I guess.” You blush and hide your face from her a bit, burying yourself in her chest.

“And you think you were acting normal? I’ve approached wild animals less skittish.” She teases and twirls a piece of your hair around her finger. “I’m glad you’re finally going to let loose around me, and you’re gonna come to my games right? Oh and we can study together!” Diana says excitedly and squeezes you gently.

“I won’t say no to going to some games, and you definitely need help studying.” You tease back and smile broadly.

“Hey I’m passing all my classes thank you very much!” Diana protests but you can hear the laughter in her voice.

“I think you should set your goals a little higher, maybe try for As or a B.” You say gently and trace an absent pattern on her chest.

“I think you’re gonna be the brains of this operation baby but I can be your muscle whenever you need.” Diana leans down and peppers your face with kisses as you giggle and writhe.

“So now that I’m allowed close I have so many questions.” Her voice is warm in your ear.

“Hmmmm I guess, what do you want to know?” You say and settle against her. Diana strokes your hair absently again.

“I wanna know everything.”

#diana taurasi #wnba x reader #lesbian #women’s sports #wbb #lgbtqia #fanfic #wnba requests #college au #and they were roommates #innocence kink #diana taurasi x reader #wlw smut

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kissingchoso · 1 year ago

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boyfriend!choso fulfilling your greatest fantasy and being ghostface for halloween.

cw: mask kink, degradation, shitty writing.

y’all this is my short horny piece for halloween so lol enjoy to the 5 peeps who will read this

you think you’re on the other side of the club away from him. you periodically check the many party goers and their costumes around you to ensure you don’t see a long, white mask. you’re walking away from the bar when you felt your phone vibrate and a message popping up across your screen that has your heart palpating faster than normal.

“i see you.”

you whip your head to the left and right, scanning the sea of drunken adults for a familiar silhouette but none comes. you’re about to step forward to change your location but someone from behind you catches your wrist before you can take another step. whipping your head around, you’re met with an all too familiar mask staring down at you. the lights are too dim in the party to make out the eyes, but just from the familiar grip alone, you know you’re staring up at your boyfriend.

he says your name once, tugging you closer until you’re chest to chest with him. “caught you,” he says with his normal tone, but you can make out a hint of smugness in there.

your glossed lips pout up at him, upset that he found you only five minutes into this little game of hide and seek you started.

“you do have a height advantage,” you complained, reaching up to push the mask up over his face so that it rests on the top of his head. you had the pleasure of adding some more makeup on his face, adding a dark eyeshadow around his eyes and even creating some false scars on his cheekbones and jaw.

“you never gave me any rules,” choso says before stepping forward, hand coming to rest on your hips.

you frown a little bit before you look up at his eyes, noting the way his face still had hints of a smirk, proud for completing his simple task of finding you.

“well, you won fair and square, i guess. what do you want then?”

choso pauses to stare at you. he’d never thought this far. while he didn’t doubt his abilities to find you in this crowded space, he wasn’t necessarily doing it for the purpose of winning. he just found himself at your side naturally, despite the space between you two. so while he racked his brain for simple prizes he could claim, he thought back to earlier while you two were getting ready for this evening.

you were seated on his lap, finishing his very basic makeup look. when you had finished with adding the makeup around his eyes, the iconic mask was slipped over his face and he remembers staring at you through the spaces of the eyes and remembering the subtle way your lower lip found its way between your teeth and the way your eyes flicked up and down to scan his body before you shyly shot up and finished getting ready yourself.

maybe choso can use this to his advantage.

“i have an idea.” is all he can offer you.

the next ten minutes are a blur. because in the first few minutes he’s dragging you out of the club with his mask pulled back down and in the next you’re laying in the back seat of his dodge challenger with his large body looming over you. everything about his aura has changed. nothing like your service dom boyfriend who usually waits for you to give him the go ahead. it’s swapped with this arrogant man who tells you nothing but simple commands.

he tells you to strip, you strip.

take his cock out, you’re undoing the button and zipper of his jeans before tugging them down with his boxers.

he adjusts the both of you in his car so he’s now seated comfortably. “fuck yourself on it, sweetheart.” he commanded with a muffled voice underneath his mask.

and god, this is the only time you hesitate. on any normal occasion, your boyfriend is horribly against this sort of thing but you’re proven wrong the moment he fists for the back of your hair, wrapping the locs around his fist.

“did i fucking stutter?”

“n-no, mr. ghostface,” you stammer out, fresh tears springing up in your eyes but choso knows it’s for show. he can fucking smell your arousal from underneath your tiny skirt.

“then do what i say and fuck yourself stupid on my cock. and don’t stop until i tell you to.”

“y-yes!”

happy halloween 🎃

#cw// mask kink #cw// degradation #𐐪𐑂 ° — luna speaks #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso <3 #choso — !!#ghostface!choso #choso x reader #choso x you #choso smut #jjk x reader #fun fact: i don’t have a mask kink but i think this is hot and fitting #i haven’t written in so long and i’m wine drunk so…#sorry

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elvgreen · 7 months ago

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tips for 4t3 converters/CAS clothing creators

3 main things:

non-recolorable presets

DDS. settings

Adult to Teen conversions

disclaimer: i'm not a CC expert, but these are things i've noticed and learned these last couple months converting cc. special thanks to thornowl and the other converters in the TS3 Creators Cave discord.

Non-recolorable presets:

we obviously know that ts4 lacks a CASt tool, so ts4 creators rely on recolors. In my conversions, I do include a couple of the item's recolors. these usually are patterns that CASt does not have.

one thing I've noticed more and more converters doing is putting such item recolors in the 'Overlay' tab in TSRW.

let me show you what that looks like for a non-recolorable preset:

it looks over-saturated, and almost crunchy. but there's another place you can import the recolor into: stencils.

stencils will be found at the bottom, under patterns. hit the plus sign next to stencils to open it.

opening it will show you this:

by default, it will be enabled as false. import your recolor into the texture tab as you would do for any other texture tab. make sure you tick the 'false' to 'true.' stencils override overlays, so if you want to use an overlay, enable stencils back to 'false.'

here's what the recolor imported into stencils looks like:

here's the two side by side:

see how different they are? let's see how they are in game:

click on the pictures to really see the difference in quality. since TS3 uses DDS. format, it compresses the texture, which results in the crunchy texture. importing the recolor into the overlay tab makes the DDS. compression more noticeable. it ultimately is up to you and whichever one you prefer, but do keep it in mind.

the overlay tab is good for small details that you want to maintain on all recolorable presets, like zippers, buttons, tags, etc. just look at EA clothes for reference, especially their shoes and male clothes.

another thing you can see from the images are the bumps on the mesh. doing normal maps can help you keep those same details on the recolorable presets without importing the recolors.

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DDS. settings:

something I also see and used to do myself is bloat package files with large file sizes, specifically normal and specular maps, as well as masks. the Sims 3 Tutorial Hub provides a link to plain maps, but the file sizes are unnecessarily big.

let's look at some of EA's maps in TSRW:

here's the specular from one of the basegame sweaters. notice the image size, DXT format, and compression size.

a lot of converters don't want the shine on regular clothes, so we use a plain, black specular map. but ask yourself, why do you need a 1024 x 1024 purely black specular map with no details?

let's try sizing it down:

notice the difference between the image and compression size. instead of bloating the package file, we can keep it down by using a 32x32 plain black specular map instead, since there aren't details we want from the specular map.

same goes for normal maps:

and masks (meant for 1 channel only):

now, notice how I underlined the info about DXT MipMaps. see how the normal map has a different number there compared to the specular map and mask.

the reason these textures use different DXT is because of the colors and alpha channel.

here's how my DDS. settings appear when saving:

DXT1 (no alpha): this keeps only the 3 color channels and has the strongest compression. it results in half the file size as DXT3/5. 3 channel masks should be saved with this, as they don't need an alpha channel.

DXT1 (1 bit alpha): this includes an alpha, but only black or white. it also results in half the file size as DXT3/5.

DXT3: this one is rarely used for TS3 textures. it really is only used for overlays. it compresses the same as DXT5, but may not be the best for images with smooth-blended alpha regions (Neely).

DXT5: multipliers and normal (bump) maps should only EVER be saved with this. it's best for colors but has a larger file size. this is why it's important to reduce the multiplier and normal map image size, especially if you don't make a normal map.

if you DO decide to do a specular and normal map, they should be regular image size, 1024x1024, and saved in the right format.

here is more information on which textures should use which compression.

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Adult to Teen Conversions:

the default for converters is obviously AF and AM. a lot of people want the items for teens too. I've seen several converters just enable it in TSRW:

please don't do this. it's honestly the lazy route. you can hardly ever get away this, specifically because of the body differences between adult and teen.

some major issues with this include gaps, seams, and unnatural body characteristics:

so please, either skip the teen mesh entirely or spend the time reshaping the mesh. @/sweetdevil-sims has a great tutorial on converting meshes from AF to TF here. the inevitable seams on TF meshes are also now fixed, thanks to @/thornowl with their new version of mesh toolkit.

@pis3update

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here are reduced file sizes and corrected settings of the plain mask, specular, and normal:

download

Sources:

Neely, G. ‘Buckaroo’. Working with DDS/DXT Files. Available at: https://www.buckarooshangar.com/flightgear/tut_dds.html (Accessed: 28 May 2024).

#ts3 #the sims 3 #ts3 tutorial #the sims 3 tutorial #ts3 tips #cc making

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pjackk · 2 years ago

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In Tekken 8 there will be a new character named Windwhistle. He practices an MMA style fusion of BJJ and Mystical Tai Chi. He is 38 years old. He has a sexy skinny twunky body. He has defined very thin and abdomen. He has sexy muscular collar bone. He has a tight waist. His calves are defined but not huge. His nipples are a subtle dark apricot hue. His nipples are small and turn erect on final round. He was born in Cuba but he grew up in southern China. In his adulthood, he travelled to Northern Alberta to work in the tar sands. His areolas is large relative to other male characters. His skin is a lightly bronzed color. On his left forearm there is a tattoo of a sheep. On his right forearm there is a tattoo of a wolf. His cheekbones are very defined. His jaw is very defined. He has deep eye sockets in a sexy way. His eyes are beautiful. His eyes are shining. His left eye is a bloody burgundy hue. His right eye is a deep sea indigo hue. His hair goes down to his neck. His hair is dark and curly. His hair has a lime green streak that goes down the front. He is clean shaven. He loves techno music. He loves EDM music. He loves DNB music. He loves experimental drugs. He goes into full power fury mode after taking experimental drugs. His breasts are large and tender. His breasts are large enough to be firmly grabbed by other human adult males. His cock is 3" long flaccid. His cock is 7" long erect. His cock has a 3" girth flaccid. His cock has a 4" girth erect. His balls are average sized. His balls sag slightly in an alluring way. His ass is large and firm. His ass is spanked and red. He loves for his big ass to be spanked red. He wears black bootleg timberlands. He wears tall black socks that go up to his knees. He wears black cargo shorts that are tight and accentuate his big ass. The bottom of his ass cheeks show from under his shorts tight. He wears a black henley style shirt with buttons that go down to under his breasts. He keeps his shirt unbuttoned to show his breasts. His chest is hairy. His breasts are hairy. His abdomen is not very hairy. He has a trail of hair going up from his pubes to his belly button. He has his zipper and belt and button on his shorts undone to show his dark curly pubes. His thighs are hairy. His calves are hairy. You can see his armpits if you look down his sleeves. His armpits are hairy. His armpits are sweaty on the final round. He has a full throw game. He can wave dash. He has a comboing hellsweep with a maximum for 45 damage. Is df2 punch is safe and launches. He can use a 16 frame unblockable deagle shot high in heat mode. He eats a slice of galic chicken pizza and flips you off when he wins. He has a 1+2 break comboing throw that sets up an unblockable shuriken throw after bounding. He throws three shurikens in heat mode so that you cannot avoid them by sidestepping. He is knocked unconscious and drools on his breasts when he loses. He is loading his deagle and says "Let's burn it all down" in his intro animation. He wears a golden ring with a shattered bloodstone on his left pinky finger. His right ear is pierced. He wears a diamond stud on his right ear. He has an unusually long tongue. He loves RC cars. He has a taunt move where he erotically sucks on a dumdum. He has an armored headbutt move. If his armored headbutt move counter hits, he grabs the opponent and takes them all the way to the wall. He loves cartoons. He loves French style sandwiches. He loves candle wax being melted onto his tummy. He is implied to be Jin Kazama's father. He is implied to be Josie Rizal's ex husband. He is implied to be Jun Kazama's ex husband. He is implied to be Kazuya Mishima's ex husband. He is implied to be Craig Marduk's ex husband. He is implied to be Lili Rochefort's ex husband. He is implied to be Paul Phoenix's ex husband. He is implied to be Prototype Jack's ex husband. He is implied to be Sergei Dragunov's ex husband. He is implied to be Master Raven's ex hu

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gildedneon · 25 days ago

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That Which I Cannot See

That Which I Cannot See - Part 2.5 - Gold Rush

Respectfully, you may not use my work, but you are welcome to share it. My work is only intended for those 18 and older as it contains explicit adult themes.

Summary: This is a little bonus scene that takes place after the Halloween masquerade from part 2. These all work as standalones.

Pairing: Vessel x Fem!Reader

Tags: Mirror play, mask play, concealed identity, a marble counter that is magically comfortable to sit on, don't question it, magical paint that won't throw off your Ph.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: No edits. I wrote this in one shot. I aim to have the third and final part out in time for New Year's Eve.

Part 1 Part 2

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The car ride back was pure torture. Despite somewhat behaving on our driver’s behalf, we did not take our hands or our gazes off each other. We were quite a sight in the lobby. Elaborate spooky costumes. Makeup shot to hell. He was dragging me into the bathroom the second I unlocked my hotel room door.

“I have waited for this moment for a while.” His looming figure is a menace with that mask behind me in the large vanity mirror.

“For what?” He places a few gentle kisses along my bare shoulder,as his hands come to the zipper of my dress. “Oh.”

“I suppose we haven’t actually seen each other without clothes yet. You didn’t have to wait this long.” I smirk.

“What was I supposed to do? Strip you bare in the middle of the garden? Where anyone might see?”

“You said no one would find us!”

“I did, didn't I?” He grins and unzips my dress, removing one shoulder at a time. Baring myself to him. Fully. Every little thing on full display under the glaring bathroom lights. As my gown falls to the floor, the mess of paint beneath my mask contrasts the expanse of my skin. His hands run along my body, pausing to grab my hips, sending shudders through me. He steps back. I watch his reflection stare down at me with that awful mask. He slowly removes his vest and then his shirt. Then just the button of his pants, the only garment remaining on his frame.

What a pair we make. In our silly little masks, holding on to that last layer of vulnerability.

I watch the reflection as he comes up behind me and his large hands roam my body. Teasing me until I am arching back against him. The image of us sends my blood racing. He tips me forward and I brace my arms on the counter. I feel him tease my entrance and before I can voice my impatience, he is filling me once more. My moans vibrate through the large bathroom. His hips still.

“My dear, let’s not wake the neighbors.”

“Oh so now you want me to be quiet?” His chuckle rumbles through the space and through me.

“No but my desire for us to not be interrupted is greater.” I give a slight nod, accepting the challenge.

And what a challenge it is, because the second he thrusts into me, I have to fight to silence the gasp falling from my lips. Despite the pleasure washing through my body, I think I’m doing a pretty great job or turning my moans into quieter breathy sounds. But perhaps not as great as I thought as his hand is suddenly covering my mouth. The sight of us sends jolts of excitement straight to my core. Watching the way his body moves against mine, holding me in his grip. God, it has me clenching around him. Hitting spots deep inside me. The way he stops moving altogether, tells me I must have gotten carried away.

“Darling, that was not an invitation to be louder.” I whimper against his hand as he withdraws from me. He runs a hand up my chest, grasping my painted throat.

“Does the sight of me having my way with you excite you that much?” I do my best to nod in his hold.

“Hmm… Well enough of that for now.” Turning me towards him, and away from the mirror, he backs me against the counter, lifting me onto it. I ache at the sight of him. His taught body contrasted against the black paint, low hanging pants, and that horrid mask. He leans over me and I fall back on my elbows, my upper back pressed against the mirror. The bite of the cold marble does nothing to quell the heat coursing through my veins. He is just staring down at me, not moving. I follow his gaze to the mess of black paint between my thighs. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I am transported back to the garden. I stare up at him, into the red void he is wearing.

“Your mask is still really fucking creepy you know” He leans into me, his arms caging me in.

“Oh I know” Vessel spits into his palm, coating himself before sliding back inside of me. One of his hands quickly finds my mouth to mask the whimpers spilling out of it. His pounding pace slows and his free hand begins to circle my clit. Testing different strokes and watching my body’s response. My toes curl as he finds his pattern. Bringing me to the edge of release in record time. I reach for him, clinging to his arms, the feel of his skin under mine is foreign but electric. My body goes taught as my release whips through me in stuttering waves. His mouth captures mine in a kiss, swallowing my sounds. Tears spring in my eyes in my fight to stay quiet. All of that effort goes out the window when he picks up his pace. My overstimulated body fighting to scramble away from the sensations while simultaneously wanting more. My nails bite into him, as I ride these near frantic waves of stimulation. With a groan he pulls out, spilling himself up my stomach. Painting my chest. I smirk in surprise as I feel a hot splash against the side of my mouth and cheek. Still twitching a bit from my own orgasm, I steady my breathing as I wait for him to speak. But he is just staring down at me, his chest heaving as he steadies his own breath.

“Do you want to take a picture? It’ll last longer… I mean that genuinely.” I can’t see his eyes but I see the way the rest of his body lights up at my suggestion.

“I don’t have my phone with me.” He says in defeat.

“What a shame… good thing mine is on the floor in my dress.” Pushing away from the counter, he searches through the fabric, eventually freeing my phone. His hands seem to tremble a little as he goes to operate the camera. Is he nervous about this? I hold my hand out, he passes me the device and visibly relaxes. It takes me a second to find the best angles, but I snap a few photos capturing the evidence of our enjoyment this evening. Ves has tissues waiting for me as soon as I set down the phone.

In the aftermath, a strange feeling creeps through me that we are standing mostly naked in a hotel bathroom, smeared with paint, and wearing masks. But an even stranger feeling takes its place at the thought of removing those masks. Right here. Right now… not yet.

Standing on my tip toes, I reach my arms around his neck. He pulls me into a deep kiss.

“Thank you for tonight.” I murmur against his lips. Knowing that he will understand, that for me, the night ends here. The way he wraps me in a tight hug confirms that knowing.

“It is I who should be thanking you. As always. Rest well.” For a moment, I lay my head against his chest and let myself be held in his arms. But the moment passes. Stepping away, I go to start the shower, before turning back to him.

“Sleep well Ves.” I smile at him.

“I’m going to need it to think of our next adventure.” He says as he gathers his fallen clothing.

“Can’t wait. Maybe less running next time though.”

“Less running. I’ll make note of that.” A light laugh escapes me as he smirks from across the small space. And with one last exchange of ‘goodnights’ he turns and leaves. Whatever this is… it is getting dangerously close to something more than it was.

#gildedneon writes #vessel fanfic #vessel smut #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token smut #vessel x reader #vessel fanfiction

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🎄 Tales from Camp Holiday Special 03 🎄

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➮ Junhui × fem!Reader × Vernon wc: 8.1k summary: Vernon gets the call that Y/N is back in town and wants to see him. He asks if she'd like him to invite Jun out with them for dinner at Y/N's hotel and afterwards, they sneak into the hotel's spa, for old times sake. genres/themes/au: angst (but only if you squint really hard), fluff, smut; holiday themes, poly!SVT; non idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, fooling around in a hot tub (just touching), sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist: @yoonguurt @wonw00t @aikisbbq @enhacolor @duchesskaren @sherituhhh @wonderfulshinee @gaebestie @drunk-on-dk @seokgyuu @salty-for-suga special tags: @kpop-stories-21 join my taglists: main | TFC: Holiday Special closes when part 7 goes up! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: I fought with myself on giving you two smut scenes with this part as Sky really wanted it but once it got to 8k I was like "it's time to stop" lmao but I really loved working on this and it’s been a great time revisiting this series. Thank you for reading! If you liked this part, please reblog and share it! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (don't do this), dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, angel, kitten, etc.), oral (m receiving, f receiving), anal play (f receiving), double penetration (f receiving), multiple orgasms (m receiving, f receiving), praise kink, dom!Vernon, sub!Reader, power bottom!Jun, and I think I got them all. Let me know if I missed anything!

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The small ding of his phone's notification brought Vernon out of his trance-like state, picking the device up and checking the screen.

Y/N: hey! Long time no talk! Well text lol

Vernon would never admit how embarrassingly fast he unlocked his phone and opened your text. No one but he had to know just how whipped he was for you after all this time.

Vern: hey! Wow yeah it's been a while. How have you been? Y/N: oh thank God. I couldn't remember if you changed your number or not 😭 Y/N: I'm good! Just got in town actually. Visiting for the holidays Vern: lol in all the time we've known each other, have I ever changed my number? Y/N: you make a valid point lol Vern: so what's up? Y/N: oh! i was actually wondering if you'd like to meet up for coffee Y/N: maybe catch up?

The smile that spread across his face was enough of an answer for him as he typed out a response.

Vern: I'd love to (:

Vernon wasn't one to beat around the bush, preferring to be direct in his approach to virtually everything. His personal life, work, everything. If he wasn't direct, then things often got misinterpreted. Luckily for him, you were just as direct as he was, not playing coy as you led him into your hotel suite, a smirk on your lips.

“Fuck,” Vernon hissed as you pulled at his belt, undoing it with practiced ease before fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. You’d agreed to meet up for coffee but both of you knew deep down there would be more to it than just two people getting coffee. This was always the catching up part.

“What was in that cappuccino?” Vernon joked as you lowered yourself to your knees, tugging his underwear down with his jeans as you looked up at him. “Nothing,” you replied, a mischievous glint in your eye as your hands worked up his thighs, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock.

“Could have fooled me,” he murmured, letting out an expletive as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth. “You probably asked for some kind of aphrodisiac,” he joked, letting out a moan as you took him further into your mouth before pulling off of him. “No aphrodisiac needed,” you replied.

“You’re enough of one alone.”

He had indeed met up with you for coffee. That wasn't some code for come to my hotel and fuck my brains out. There was a coffee shop, you both had ordered something to drink and even split a muffin. Banana nut, if he remembered correctly but he honestly couldn't be bothered when he was buried balls deep in your cunt.

"Fuck, I missed this," he groaned, hips hitting your ass as he sank his cock in your cunt repeatedly. "Miss you."

Vernon was also never one to tiptoe around his feelings. Especially when it came to you. He'd always been direct and forthcoming; a trait you appreciated tremendously. Vernon was unlike most men, actually in touch with his emotions and able to communicate them efficiently and in a mature manner.

And if you were being completely honest, Vernon was everything you wanted in a man. He was kind, honest, hard-working, communicated with clear and concise intent, all while being the perfect blend of mature with some child-like qualities you found endearing.

The only downside was the distance.

Your work kept you away from your hometown most of the year, only allowing you a chance to come back during holidays. And each time, you always ended up back in bed with Vernon. While the split was amicable, as you both were heading in different directions with your lives, there was this undeniable pull between the two of you, even with the distance between you.

It always left a small glimmer of hope for both of you that maybe you could always reconcile. Maybe even get back together at some point. Something the two of you were on board with. It’d been discussed several times and you were waiting for some catalyst to seal the deal.

You lost track of time spent in bed, clothes strewn around the hotel room. You were sure at some point you’d fallen asleep but it was still daylight when you opened your eyes, head resting against Vernon’s chest as his fingers traced a pattern up and down your exposed back. “When do you leave?” he asked softly as you came to.

“After the holiday,” you replied just as quietly. Vernon said nothing, nodding in response before looking down at you and pressing a kiss to your temple. “I miss you when you’re gone,” he murmured against your skin. You turned your head to look up at him. “I miss you, too,” you replied, reaching up to pull him into a kiss. It wasn’t full of need or want but it was full of emotion.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you muttered, bumping your nose against his gently. Vernon nodded, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I’ll join you in a second.”

You got up, pulled the sheets back and got out of the bed, making your way to the bathroom and turned on the light before turning the dial and the shower blasting to life.

Vernon heard his phone on the nightstand vibrate loudly. He rolled over to grab it and unlocked the screen to find he had a slew of texts from Jun of all people.

Jun: check this out Jun: [image6480.jpg] Jun: why would someone willingly buy a license plate like that??? Jun: lmao Jun: bro? U good? Jun: where are u? Jun: omg are u dead? Jun: rip Vern 💀

Vernon rolled his eyes as he sent back a quick text confirming he was indeed alive and that he’d message Jun later. He looked up as you appeared in a robe and walked over to a toiletry bag. “You done already?” he asked, brows raising up. You turned to look at him. “No, I forgot my hair mask,” you replied, pulling a small jar from the bag.

“Oh perfect,” Vernon said, pulling back the sheets, setting his phone back on the nightstand, and standing up. “I’ll join you.”

Vernon followed you into the bathroom, pulling you against him as you shed the robe and making you giggle as he kissed your shoulder. You pulled back the curtain and stepped into the stream, Vernon following you and pulling the curtain shut.

“You’re never going to guess who texted me,” he announced as you started to scrub your body and exfoliate. “Hmm?” you hummed, adding body wash to your wash cloth and starting to scrub that all over your body, Vernon helping get your back. “Jun,” he said and you let out a laugh.

“No shit?” you asked, turning to look at him, letting the stream of hot water hit your back and lightly slapping his chest with the wet wash rag. He nodded, smiling at you. “Think we should invite him to dinner?” he asked as he guided you further under the stream.

“We could,” you replied, arms snaking around his neck. “I think he’d really like to see you,” Vernon added, leaning in, his lips ghosting over yours. “Only if you’re okay with it,” you replied, lips brushing against his. Vernon nodded with a soft hum. “I’m fine with it,” he murmured.

“I think it could be fun.”

The rest of the shower passed quickly and soon you were stepping out of the shower to start drying off. You pulled on your robe, passing the other one to Vernon. While you worked on your skincare routine, Vernon headed back into the room, grabbing his phone to finally text Jun back.

Jun: he lives! Yay 🥳 Vernon: hey, you busy later? Jun: 🤨…no. Why? Vernon: wanna grab some dinner? Jun: 👀 u buyin? Vernon: 😮‍💨 yes Jun: 🤔 hmmm. I guess I can call off the orgy Jun: but you better have a good reason 😒 Vernon: it’s a surprise but I promise you’re going to love it Jun: free food and a gift? From Vernon? Sign me tf up Jun: text me the location and time and I’ll be there Vernon: bet

Vernon looked up as you entered the room. “Jun’s in,” he announced. You looked over at him. “Did you tell him I’m going to be there?” you asked as you walked over to your suitcase to pull out a suitable outfit. Vernon shook his head, setting his phone back down, placing it on a built-in charging pad.

“Nope,” he replied. “Told him it’s a surprise.”

You chuckled as you tore through your suitcase. “Maybe I should really dress up then,” you muttered, placing your clothes back and walking back towards the bathroom. Vernon heard the opening of a door and a moment later, it clicked shut and you walked back into view, holding a hanger with a garment bag.

“I brought two of these. I couldn’t decide on which one to wear to a family holiday party but I think this would be perfect for dinner tonight with you and Jun.”

Vernon watched as you unzipped the bag and pulled it back to show him the dress. His eyes widened as he looked at it. “You were going to wear that to a family holiday party?” he asked, stunned. You laughed at his response. “Not exactly. I brought it just in case the other wasn’t right but seeing your reaction, I’m definitely wearing this tonight instead.”

Vernon checked his phone and sighed. “I need to run home and change as well,” he announced, getting up and untying the robe to start pulling on his clothes. You walked over as he pulled his jeans on and leaned into him, pulling him into a kiss. “Do you have to go?” you asked softly.

Vernon chuckled, pulling you into another kiss. “If you’re wearing that tonight, there’s no way I can show up in jeans,” he replied, pulling back to pull his shirt and then hoodie back on before pulling on his socks and making his way over to the door.

You followed, zipping up your garment bag and hanging the dress up in the closet by the door as Vernon pulled on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. He turned to you at the door and pulled you against him once more. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” he said softly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“You better,” you replied in between kisses. “Bring your swimsuit,” you added. Vernon looked at you with a raised brow. “My swimsuit?” he asked curiously. You nodded, a smirk forming on your lips and another mischievous glint in your eye.

“And tell Jun to bring his, too.”

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Jun pulled up to the valet, checking his phone to make sure he’d arrived at the correct location. His GPS told him he’d arrived and he parked his car, turning it off and grabbing the device and his wallet from the cup holder as he opened the door.

He stood up straight, handing his key to the valet and thanking him as he walked around the car, buttoning his suit jacket and pocketing his phone and wallet as he made his way to the lobby entrance. The hotel was one of the best in the city and he’d never actually stayed here before.

The lobby entrance was one of the grandest he’d ever seen. The room was large, circular in shape with a massive chandelier that hung from the ceiling and reached almost to the floor. It was a massive fixture and gave off a soft white glow. To the right of the lobby was a wide hallway that led to what Jun assumed were various ballrooms and conference rooms.

To the right was a small cafe area as well as a backlit sign that read l’Abaque over an open doorway. Jun made his way through the busy lobby and over to the doorway. Stepping through it felt like stepping into a completely different world and he would have never known this was attached to a hotel if he hadn’t just entered through the lobby of one.

The restaurant was much larger than he expected for a hotel restaurant and it would seem almost every table was occupied. The host at the stand looked up from the podium and greeted him with a surprisingly warm smile. “Can I help you?” he asked.

“I’m meeting someone,” Jun replied. “I believe he’s already here.” The host smiled and opened a black leather book with gold lettering on the cover that read Siège Réservé. “What’s the name for your party?” the host asked and Jun froze. “Uhh, I think it’s under Vernon? Or perhaps Choi?” Jun answered.

“He’s with me,” a voice said suddenly, causing both Jun and the host to look up. “Ahh, of course, sir,” the host said with a smile. “Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Vernon said to Jun who shook his head. “I just got here,” he answered. They walked away from the host stand and through the restaurant.

“This place is pretty swanky,” Jun murmured, looking around as he followed his friend. “You have no idea,” Vernon murmured with an amused tone as he led the way.

The restaurant was even larger than Jun previously thought as he followed Vernon through it. Round tables of varying sizes were placed strategically throughout the room, each one covered with a white cloth, decorative centerpieces with tall glass containers held floating tealights.

Small flower arrangements stood around the candles. The chairs were high back with white upholstery and dark wooden legs. The walls were black and textured, one wall with a grid like light fixture, the lighting coming from behind the art piece.

A long bar stood on the back wall extending from the outside wall lined with windows, each one half shaded. The bar ran along the wall, stopping at a hallway Jun assumed led to the kitchen and back area for the restaurant. He followed along as Vernon led the way towards the hall, stopping at a door and turning to look at him.

“Don’t freak out,” he pleaded, making the older man even more confused as Vernon pulled the sliding door open and allowed Jun to enter first.

Inside was a small private dining room with a table to seat four. It was a square table rather than a round one like the ones outside but it too had a white cloth and matching chairs. The center of the table had the same center piece as the tables outside with the floating candles and flowers.

The lighting overhead was subtle to add to the ambiance of the restaurant. The walls were the same black textured ones as the rest of the restaurant. Jun’s eyes fell on another person sitting at the table, a crystal glass of water in their hand and a look of amusement on their face as they met his gaze.

Jun looked back at Vernon who just smiled at him as he slid the door shut behind him. Jun turned back to look at the person in front of him. “It’s been a long time, Y/N,” he said, moving to take a seat beside you, Vernon moving to take the seat across from him. “It’s good to see you,” you replied.

It was the last thing Jun expected as you learned over drinks. He’d been expecting to meet just Vernon but he couldn’t deny this was probably the best surprise he could have gotten. The food and drinks kept coming and Jun couldn’t fully focus on the food as good as it was. He was too engrossed in his conversation with you, learning what you’d been up to and where your job had taken you.

“I’m honestly jealous,” he said as you took a sip of wine. “Jealous?” you asked incredulously. “Don’t be,” you replied. “It’s not everything it’s cracked up to be.” Jun scoffed as he leaned back against his chair. “I’ve never even been to Europe,” he continued. “I’m not saying don’t go,” you replied.

“Just stay away from the tourist traps. Paris is full of them. The countryside outside of Paris is honestly so beautiful though,” you continued. “And Tuscany. Absolutely stunning.”

You recounted your tales of food, wine, and champagne, as well as business to them, telling them of the time your co-worker got so drunk at a wine tasting event that you were sure the deal you were supposed to be sealing would go south but thankfully the client thought it was so funny he wanted to go into business immediately.

As the meal wound to a close and dessert was brought, you listened to Jun tell you all about his travels between China and your hometown. He’d gone to Shanghai for a holiday and pulled out his phone to show you pictures while Vernon watched the two of you closely, a fond smile on his face.

The sliding door opened and he looked up as the server came in with the bill. Vernon thanked them, taking the slip of paper to glance at it briefly before pulling his card from his wallet and passing it back to the server. He picked up his glass and down the remainder of his drink as you laughed over something Jun had said.

“So,” he interrupted, making the both of you look up at him. “More drinks or should we move this elsewhere?” he asked, giving you a knowing look. “I’m good on drinks,” you said, looking up at Jun who nodded. “You brought your swimsuit, right?” you asked. Jun nodded as he looked between you and Vernon. “It’s in my car,” he replied.

“Well, go get them,” Vernon said as the server returned with his card and slip. Vernon signed the slip, leaving a generous tip as Jun got to his feet. You grabbed his glass of wine and down the rest of it before getting up as well. “We’ll meet you in the lobby,” you said to Jun as Vernon got to his feet as well.

Jun disappeared and you waited for Vernon, taking his arm when he offered it. The two of you walked through the restaurant, thanking the host who wished you a good night. In the lobby, Vernon led you over to the center where the cascading light fixture hung from the ceiling, guiding you to sit down on one of the round couches that surrounded the chandelier.

Moments later, Jun reappeared through the revolving door, a small overnight bag in his hand. He noticed the two of you and finally allowed himself to take in your appearance in the brighter lights of the hotel lobby. He hadn’t noticed due to the dim lighting in the restaurant and the table hiding half of your body, but you were wearing a metallic gold dress with a split thigh.

The back was strappy, tied just above the small of your back. He felt his pants tighten as his heart skipped a beat in his chest. He’d never expected such a revealing dress but it looked incredible on you, the gold complimenting your skin and hugging your body nicely.

He joined the two of you, trying to avoid letting his eyes wander your body as you stood. “The pool area is open for another hour,” you announced. “So let’s get changed quickly and go for a dip.” Vernon checked his watch and nodded before looking at Jun. “Sounds good to me,” Jun added.

He followed your lead to the elevator, trying to keep his eyes off you as you scanned your keycard and pushed the button for the seventeenth floor. The elevator ride up was uneventful and quiet. As soon as the doors opened, you stepped off, leading both of them to your room.

You unlocked the door with your card and opened it, letting both Vernon and Jun follow you in. “I’m going to change in the bathroom,” you announced, setting your key and small clutch on the table near the door before walking into the room and over to what Jun assumed was your suitcase.

You disappeared into the bathroom and Jun walked further into the room, inspecting it. The curtains were open but the sheers pulled closed. He pulled back the thin white material to peer out the window at the city below, the lights shimmering like stars. “This is a really nice room,” Jun said, turning to look at Vernon who had started to undress, currently undoing the buttons of his sleeves.

“It’s her last work trip,” Vernon replied as he undid the buttons and moved to start unbuttoning the shirt. “She’s moving companies,” he continued. “She’s moving back here.” Jun stared at Vernon, his thoughts moving a mile a minute. “Are you planning on wearing your suit to the pool?” Vernon asked suddenly.

Jun shook his head and quickly started to strip. He just managed to pull on his swim shorts when the bathroom door opened and you reappeared in a sheer black swim cover. Underneath you wore a metallic gold bikini. ‘Shit,’ Jun mentally cursed, tearing his gaze from you.

“You ready?” you asked, looking at the two of them. Vernon nodded, grabbing a tee shirt from a bag sitting on the floor against the wall. It was then that Jun realized that the bag had already been there. He hadn’t seen Vernon carry it in. Vernon had already been in this hotel room.

‘Of course he has,’ Jun told himself as he walked over to where you stood, forcing a smile as you handed him a towel. ‘He’s the on and off again boyfriend. Not you.’ Jun was pulled from his thoughts as you slipped on a pair of slides and grabbed your room key.

The walk back to the elevator was silent as was the wait for it to arrive. Upon stepping onto the lift, Jun expected the pool to be on the floor level of the hotel but was surprised when instead of pressing the button with the star, you scanned your card and pressed the button for the nineteenth floor.

Upon arriving, Jun was surprised to see this entire floor seemed to be dedicated to facilities. There was a singular hallway from the elevator. On one side was the gym, frosted glass windows and a clear glass door peering into the small gym.

Across the hall from the gym were two rooms. One was the laundry facility and the one next to it was a sort of business room with computers, a couple fax machines and copiers as well as printers. You continued to the end of the hall where a frosted glass door stood with an electronic card reader. You tapped your keycard against it, waiting for it to beep and blink green before you pulled the door open.

Inside was the pool area. It was split into two areas; an indoor and an outdoor area. The outdoor area was separated by a wall of glass windows and a glass door leading from the indoor area. The outdoor pool was larger with more lounge chairs around the deck. To the left of the pool the deck was larger with a few small bistro style tables.

The indoor pool was a decent size, still smaller than the outdoor one and rectangular in shape. There were a few lounge chairs placed around the pool. To the left of the pool in the corner was a large spa, big enough for eight people at once.

Jun noticed that despite the busy lobby downstairs, the pool was entirely empty. He followed you and Vernon as you selected a chair near the hot tub to set your things on, slipping off your sandals and pulling the black sheer cover off and setting it on the chair.

“This isn’t open for much longer,” you said, addressing them both. “I’m getting in the tub.” You didn’t wait for them to answer and headed to the hot tub, checking the controls on the wall and pressing a series of buttons. Jun watched as the hot tub bubbled to life and you descended the steps into it carefully. Vernon pulled his shirt off and walked over to join you.

Now Jun had no choice but to join the three of you in the hot tub instead of the pool. You settled against the seat, letting out a sigh as you soaked in the warmth of the water. Vernon sat next to you and Jun moved to sit on your other side. The bubbles mixed with the hot water felt nice and Jun allowed himself to relax.

Silence fell over the three of you but Jun couldn’t help himself, throwing a glance at the pool before letting out a chuckle. You opened your eyes to look at him. “What’s that?” you asked, Vernon opening an eye to look at Jun who shook his head.

“Just old memories,” Jun replied, turning his head to look at you. A smile crossed your face as realization set in. “Have you snuck into any more pools?” you asked softly. Jun shook his head, glancing at Vernon who had closed both eyes again and was relaxing silently.

“So, suffice it to say you’ve never fooled around in a hot tub either?”

Jun shook his head with a snort. “No,” he replied. “Not like I really have anyone to fool around with.”

The words came out before he could stop himself and he mentally scolded himself for it. For being vulnerable for a moment. It’s not like you cared. At least, he didn’t think you did. You surprised him, one of your hands moving to card through his hair. “Not even once?” you asked softly, leaning into his side.

He could feel your chest pressing into his arm and he allowed himself to be delusional for a moment and that you were doing it on purpose before he shoved that thought from his mind. ‘There’s no way. She has Vernon. Why would she want you?’

Jun’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt your hand brush against his knee. He glanced down but saw nothing due to the bubbling water and glanced back up to meet your gaze. You were looking at him, eyes scanning his face and seemingly gauging his reaction. Your hand slid up his thigh from his knee, pausing as you took in his reaction.

Jun’s eyes flickered over to Vernon who was still relaxing with his eyes shut. ‘Should I stop her?’ Jun wondered. ‘Would Vernon be pissed?’ Jun looked back at you as your hand slid up further, fingers brushing the edge of his swim shorts. Part of him wanted to stop you but part of him wanted you to keep going. He was conflicted on which part to let win.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low. It was meant to be a warning. He glanced at Vernon again and you chuckled softly. “Why do you think he invited you to come out with us, Jun?” you asked, drawing his attention. “Why do you think I asked him to tell you to bring your swimsuit?” you continued.

Jun’s heart skipped a beat. ‘This was all her idea?’

As if reading his mind, you smiled and nodded. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen one another,” you added. “Vernon isn’t the only one I’ve missed.” Jun felt your fingers squeeze his thigh as you moved your hand over the thin material of his swimsuit.

Vernon had finally opened his eyes and sat up, glancing at the door to the pool area. Jun was about to ask him if this was okay and if he was okay with this when your hand moved further up Jun’s leg and ghosted over his growing erection.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” he hissed, grabbing your wrist but you pulled from his grip, placing your palm over his crotch.

“You are literally insane,” Jun gasped as your hand made contact with him over his swim trunks. “She’s insane,” he repeated to Vernon who shook his head, merely smiling. “What is it with you and bodies of water?” Jun asked as you leaned closer. “It’s not bodies of water,” you replied, lips inches from his.

“It’s the thrill of doing something we’re not supposed to,” you clarified. Jun’s eyes flickered between yours before you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his. Immediately, he melted into you, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

“As fun as it would be,” Vernon said softly. “We will get in trouble. They’re coming to close the pool area now and kick us out,” he added. You pulled back with a whine and sat back down. “Fine,” you murmured, getting up and climbing out of the hot tub.

Vernon followed, grabbing a towel before gesturing for Jun to get out. “I can’t,” he hissed. “She’s a tease!” Vernon rolled his eyes and grabbed another towel. “Get out,” he said, holding it up. Your back was turned as Jun quickly got out, wrapping the towel around his waist to hide the obvious erection.

The door opened and the desk manager smiled as she stepped into the room. “I’m so sorry,” she said in a cheerful tone. “I have to close the pool area now,” she added. You nodded with a smile. “It’s okay,” you replied. “Thank you for leaving it open a little longer,” you added as you passed her.

The walk back to the elevator didn’t take long and soon the three of you were heading back up to your floor. Once inside your suite, you were on Jun in a second, taking him by surprise as Vernon took the towels and threw them into the bathroom. Jun stumbled backwards into the room as you pulled the towel off him, tossing it to the floor where Vernon collected it.

“You’re much bolder than I remember,” Jun said as you lowered yourself to your knees, pulling his wet swim shorts down his thighs.

“And you’re much bigger than I remember,” you said with a smirk, sliding a hand up his thigh to take him in your hand. Jun let out a hiss at the contact. “Shit,” he groaned as you gave the head a light lick, chuckling more to yourself than to him, slowly stroking him.

“Was she always this good at this?” Jun hissed at Vernon who chuckled as he moved to sit on the bed behind the two of you. “She’s tenacious,” Vernon answered as you continued to work Jun up with your hand. “She didn’t go down on you before?” he asked.

Jun turned his head to glance at his friend before shaking his head. “No,” he answered. “That was you,” he added. Vernon’s lips twitched as he fought the urge to smirk. “Oh,” he simply responded. “Then you’re in for a treat.” Before Jun could say anything, you had opened your mouth, taking him past your lips, feeling the weight of his cock on your tongue.

“Oh holy shit,” he gasped as you started moving your head, bobbing quickly as you held your hand still at the base of his length. “Slow down, Y/N,” he hissed, trying to hold your head in place but failing as you gagged around the head of his cock.

“Fuck, fuck,” he cursed as he stumbled backwards, trying to prolong the inevitable. You followed on your knees as he fell back onto the bed, kneeling between his legs and taking him back in your mouth again. “You weren’t kidding,” Jun groaned. “She’s tenacious.”

You sank further onto Jun’s cock, gagging as it hit the back of your throat. You ignored your body’s response and took him further until you could feel the tip in your throat. “Fffuuuuck,” Jun let out a low groan, cock twitching in your mouth before without warning, his release spilled down your throat.

You swallowed it all before pulling him from your mouth and grinning up at him. “What was that? A minute tops?” you asked. Jun groaned, falling onto his back on the mattress as Vernon chuckled. “Give me a minute,” Jun whined, waving his hand. You tucked his softening dick back in his swim trunks and turned to look at Vernon who beckoned you over.

You crawled around the corner of the bed, stopping before Vernon who reached down, taking your chin gently in his hand. “She’s good with her mouth, isn’t she?” he asked, more to Jun who murmured in agreement as he tried to come back to his senses. “And normally, I wouldn’t turn down the chance to have that pretty mouth on me,” he continued. “But you’ve been so good and you were so nice to Jun. You deserve a reward yourself. How about it, kitten?”

You nodded wordlessly, knowing if Vernon was going to reward you it was going to be with his mouth.

“On the bed,” he ordered. You moved quickly, climbing onto the bed and waiting for further instructions. “Lay back,” Vernon said as he stood up, turning to face you. Laying back against the pillows, you watched as Vernon slowly climbed onto the bed, crawling towards you.

You said nothing, instead watching as he hovered over you. You knew better than to move before he told you to. Finally, you let out a sigh as Vernon slowly kissed down your neck, stopping at your chest. He glanced up quickly, fingers working to undo the tie of your bikini. He pulled the thin piece of fabric off your body, tossing it somewhere in the room.

The cool air of the room hit your damp skin and you could feel bumps rising on your skin as a shiver traveled up your spine. Vernon leaned in, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it as one of his hands moved around your back, holding your body against him.

You let out a hiss as he pulled back and blew gently on your skin, another shiver running up your spine and more goosebumps erupted all over your skin. Vernon repeated the same thing on the other breast, chuckling as you whined. You wanted more. You needed more.

You felt his lips make their way down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your bikini bottoms. His fingers made quick work of your swim bottoms, untying one side and pulling the fabric back to expose your heat to him. He wasted no time, burying his face between your thighs, his tongue finding your clit with ease.

Jun had finally managed to come down from his climax and sat up, turning to look back at the two of you. “I’m starting to feel neglected,” he whined. Vernon surfaced for a moment to speak. “You had your dick in her throat, let me spoil her for a moment,” he retorted.

Jun grumbled to himself, watching Vernon kiss, lick, suck, and tease parts of you Jun hadn’t seen since that night in the pool. He wanted to be a little selfish but he waited, as much as he didn’t want to. “You can still touch me,” you murmured, making Jun look up and meet your gaze.

“I can?” he asked with an amused tone, glancing at Vernon. “He seems to be calling the shots.” You shook your head. “He can tell me what to do, but he can’t tell you what to do. Only I get to do that.” Jun chuckled to himself before scooting closer to you. “Is that so?” he asked softly. You reached up, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

Jun leaned into it, lips parting and groaning when you took control, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He was used to being in control so it was different to let someone else take the reigns though he wasn’t complaining. You felt one of his hands cup your chest, moaning as he slowly kneaded.

Your thighs threatened to close around Vernon’s head but he was better attuned to your body by this point and held them open, continuing to coax you to your first orgasm. As it washed over you, your fingers tightened in Jun’s hair, causing him to groan against your lips as you squealed, feeling Vernon’s teeth lightly graze your clit. The sensation was quickly replaced by his tongue.

Trying to push Vernon’s head away as Jun kept your head in place proved to be a task your hazy brain wasn’t quite equipped for. Vernon finally pulled back, leaving you exposed as he sat back. “Stop for a second,” he ordered. Jun begrudgingly pulled back and you pouted, turning your gaze from him to Vernon. “On your hands and knees, baby,” he instructed, looking directly at you.

You let go of Jun’s hair and moved, pulling yourself up. Jun caught your untied swim bottoms and tossed them to the floor, watching as you did as Vernon asked. “Back to me,” he added, waiting as you got into position. “I want you to tease him but don’t let him cum,” Vernon said, leaning over your back to whisper in your ear. “Just work him up.”

Jun glared at the younger man. “I never should have said anything about edging,” he hissed as you slowly pulled his swim trunks down again, discarding them as well. “What are you going to do?” Jun asked as your fingers wrapped around his semi-hard cock.

“She needs to be prepped,” Vernon said simply, moving to your suitcase. “She said she keeps a bottle of lube in here for emergencies,” he continued, unzipping a pocket and finding exactly what he was looking for. “And she brought one, good,” he added. Jun tried to focus on what Vernon was doing but found it difficult as you drew your tongue along the underside of his dick, licking from the base to the tip.

You pulled back, spitting into your hand before starting to spread it along the shaft and stroking him slowly, almost torturously so. Jun groaned, head falling back against the pillows. “Faster, please,” he whined. You merely shook your head. “Not yet,” you murmured.

Jun glanced at Vernon who had returned to the same spot behind you, something smooth and black in his hands. He was spreading a generous amount of lubricant along it and closed the bottle before tossing it aside. He placed one hand on your ass, holding you in place as he moved the black object which Jun discovered was a buttplug towards your hole.

“Deep breath,” Vernon instructed. Jun glanced down as you inhaled, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the tip press against you. “And out,” Vernon whispered. As you exhaled, Jun watched the plug disappear little by little. You let out a moan, jaw falling slack as the toy filled you slowly. “That’s it,” he heard Vernon murmur. Once the plug was nestled full, Vernon got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

Jun heard the faucet run as you resumed stroking him, sticking your tongue out and resting the head of his cock against it. “Fuck,” Jun hissed, feeling himself twitch in your hand. You must have felt it too because your movements slowed, letting the tension exit his body as Vernon returned.

He stopped at the foot of the bed, removing his own swim shorts before he was back on the bed behind you. “Pick a number,” Vernon said to Jun. “Between one and ten.” Jun stared at his friend confused before deciding to play along. Four, he answered. He watched as Vernon produced a small black remote and pressed a button four times.

You let out a whine, your hand around Jun’s cock squeezing him as your head dropped, a moan leaving your lips. “What did you just do?” Jun asked, looking up at Vernon who held up the remote. “The plug,” he simply said. “It’s remote controlled.” Vernon tossed the remote to Jun who caught it and looked down at it. “You’re in charge of it,” Vernon added as he took himself in his hand, giving his cock a couple strokes before lining up with your slit. He pushed the head between your folds, collecting your wetness before slowly sinking his cock into your walls.

Your body tensed up and Jun lowered the vibrations a couple notches, allowing you to relax some as Vernon bottomed out. “You can change the pattern,” Vernon said as he took hold of your hips. “When I tell you to turn it off, don’t hesitate. Just do it.” Jun nodded as you let out a moan, Vernon pulling out and thrusting back into you, setting a steady pace.

“I didn’t say you could stop, angel,” Vernon said and you lifted your head, hand starting to stroke Jun’s length again. “Use your mouth,” he heard Vernon order. You did, taking Jun into your mouth with a moan, the vibration making Jun groan. He pushed the increase button a couple times, taking the intensity back up to four.

“You can fuck her face,” Vernon said suddenly. “Change the pattern,” he added, nodding towards the remote in Jun’s hand. Jun pressed the next button and you moaned loudly. He increased the intensity by two more. “Good,” he heard Vernon grunt. “Leave it there.”

Jun did just that. His free hand stroked the back of your head, gently pushing you down to take more of him in your mouth. “Do as he asks, kitten,” Vernon groaned, his hips hitting your ass with each thrust. You let go of Jun’s cock, letting him take control. He guided your movements, your head bobbing on him at his pace. You gagged as he pushed your head down, his cock slipping into your throat.

You held still as long as you could, your lungs starting to burn before you tapped his thigh, silently begging to come up for air. Jun let go of you, watching as you pulled back and coughed, air filling your lungs. Your face was a mess but Jun didn’t care. He still thought you were just as stunning.

Vernon slowed to a stop, pulling from you completely. “Turn it off,” he instructed. Jun pressed the power button and your body visibly relaxed. Jun watched as Vernon slowly removed the plug from your ass, taking it to the bathroom before returning. He took the remote and set it on the bedside table.

“Get moving,” Vernon told you, waiting for you to move. Jun held back a groan as you climbed over him, straddling his lap. “Here,” Jun said, guiding you over his cock, letting out a hiss as you sank down on him, his cock slipping inside your warmth. “Fuck,” he groaned as he bottomed out.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped as you started to move almost immediately, lifting your hips to sink back down. Vernon watched you fuck yourself on his friend for a few moments before moving behind you. As you felt his hands on your back, you slowed to a stop.

Vernon gently pushed you over. You leaned into it, pressing your lips against Jun’s muffling a groan as you clenched around him. You felt the tip of Vernon’s cock press against your anus and you gasped. “Relax,” he murmured, his hand on your back rubbing soothingly. You forced your body to relax as he pushed into you. It had been some time since you’d taken him anally and you were glad you decided to bring your plug with you on this trip.

“That’s it, kitten,” you heard him mumble. “Just a bit more.”

You moaned against Jun’s lips as Vernon bottomed out, his cock buried inside you. The feeling was just as incredible, feeling full and having both their cocks twitching inside you as they fought off the urge to cum immediately. As your body relaxed further, Vernon took your hips in his hands, pulling back only to snap forward again.

You let out a groan, breaking the kiss with Jun to bury your face in his neck. “Feels good?” he asked, moving a hand up to stroke your hair. You nodded, whimpering into his neck. “S-so good,” you murmured. “Want m-more.” Jun chuckled, one arm wrapping around your waist.

“Want us both to fuck you, baby?”

You nodded again, whines and moans slipping past your lips. Jun thrusted up into you, making you gasp. He timed his movements, moving asynchronously. You let them take over, your body unable to respond to your brain as moan after moan tumbled past your lips, mixed with expletives.

“She’s getting close,” Jun announced, feeling your walls flutter around his cock. “Good,” Vernon grunted. “I can’t hold back much longer. “M-more,” you whimpered. Vernon pushed Jun’s arm back and pulled your back up against his chest. “What was that?” he asked in your ear. “You want more?”

You nodded, moans, pleas, and curses falling from your mouth.

“I think we can manage that,” Vernon said, nodding towards Jun. “She wants more.”

“So let’s give her more.”

Jun’s hands gripped your waist, fucking up into you as Vernon’s hips snapped against your ass. You felt one of Vernon’s hands make its way down your stomach, fingers finding your clit and drawing quick circles as they both pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Just before you were about to cum, Jun groaned, his own orgasm washing over him as he released inside you.

Your own climax rolled over you as you came with a cry. Vernon managed to coax you through it before he finally tumbled over the edge, his release spilling inside and painting your walls in white thick ropes. His fingers came to a stop and he carefully let you down onto Jun who immediately cupped your cheek.

“You okay?” he asked softly, searching your face as you nodded weakly. “S’tired,” you murmured. Jun let out a breathy laugh as Vernon pulled out and got off the bed. “I’ll run us a shower,” he announced and disappeared in the bathroom. Jun stroked your hair softly, thumb caressing your cheek. “You sure you’re okay?” Jun asked softly. Your eyes fluttered open and you let out a sigh before nodding.

“M’okay,” you replied. Moments later, Vernon appeared. “Come on,” he said with a smile. “You gotta get cleaned up. Jun helped you off him and Vernon took over, assisting you to the bathroom. After a couple minutes, Vernon appeared in a towel. “Go ahead and hop in while the water’s still hot,” he said, moving over to a different bag and pulling out some clothes.

Jun got up and entered the bathroom. He pulled back the curtain and joined you in the shower. He rinsed himself off quickly, helping you clean off the cum that had seeped out and was clinging to the insides of your thighs. He rinsed your skin, stealing a few kisses in between before turning the water off and grabbing a towel for you.

Once you were wrapped up, he grabbed a towel for himself and dried off quickly. Back in the room, Vernon had dressed in a tee and sweats, some of his clothes laid out for Jun as you moved over to your suitcase. Jun dressed as Vernon helped you into something comfortable before you collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion taking over your body.

The king size bed was more than enough space for the three of you with Jun taking up the spot next to you with Vernon on the other side. Jun glanced over at his friend as he laid on his side, one hand holding his head up, the other rubbing your back soothingly. “So,” Jun finally said, clearing his throat.

“Is this just a one time thing, well, a two time thing?” he asked. Vernon chuckled and shrugged. You lifted your head slightly. “We could make it a regular thing,” you suggested, your voice disguising a yawn. “Regular like…” Jun trailed off, looking at your sleeping form. “Like a throuple?” Vernon asked.

You nodded. “Why not? I like both of you and I’m moving back to town,” you answered. “Only if you’re both okay with it though,” you added, lifting your head again.

Jun looked up, meeting Vernon’s gaze. Jun was more than okay with this situation but the real question was Vernon okay with it? Jun half expected the younger man to decline but was stunned when Vernon nodded. “I’m down,” he finally answered.

You mumbled a soft “yay” making both Jun and Vernon laugh quietly. “So does that mean you’re our girlfriend or…?” Jun trailed off. You nodded. “Yep,” you answered, your voice muffled by the pillow.

“And that means you’re both my boyfriend.”

Jun rolled onto his side, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“So it’s official,” he said. “Girlfriend and boyfriends.” You nodded, turning your head to look at him sleepily.

“How lucky,” you said with a smirk. “I’m just a girl with two boyfriends.”

“I hit the jackpot.”

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“attention, freeloaders! daddy has an evening announcement to make.”

“never call yourself that,” megumi deadpans, already highly unamused by this meeting.

“anyway,” gojo begins, clasping his hands as he paces in front of the tv. “tonight is the night. you two know the drill.”

“yeah, we know the rules,” megumi interrupts again, throwing his head back against the couch. “can you move? the documentary is starting soon.”

tsumiki nudges his shoulder. “stop interrupting. it’ll be over faster if we just let him talk.”

“thank you, favourite child!” gojo smiles, stepping forward to press a kiss atop her head as her brother rolls his eyes. “as i was saying, tonight is our anniversary. so you will not call, text, email, fax, or even send nue with a letter. if you’re bleeding, call shoko. if you get arrested, call ijichi.”

“satoru?” you ask, stepping into the room. “are you ready to go? the car’s here.”

he takes a step back to look at you, pressing a hand to his chest as he breathes, “wow.”

“right?” you laugh, quickly glancing down at your dress. “i am gonna rock your world tonight, babe.”

“oh yeah? we should just kick these kids out and head to straight to bed then.” he’s in front of you in an instant, gently cupping the side of your neck to pull you in for a sloppy, heated kiss. one that he’s all too quick to deepen. his other hand drifting down the length of your back to grab your—

“gross,” megumi scoffs, prompting you to pull apart. “can you guys act like parents for once?”

“sorry,” you giggle, turning to face the kids as satoru rests his chin on your shoulder, sticking his tongue out at the teen. “i ordered food for you both already and it should be here in a few minutes, alright? call us if you need anything—”

“uh uh,” gojo cuts in, already pulling you towards the door. “don’t call us.”

“my phone is—”

“not going to be on!” gojo fills in, kneeling down to help you slip on your heels.

“we’ll be fine,” tsumiki assures you both. “go. have fun!”

“thank you, honey,” you smile, pulling her into a hug as gojo grabs your purse. “nanami will be here around 10 to stay the night with you guys. the guest bedroom is all set up.”

“so if you need anything, bug him. because we will be very busy.” gojo quips, lacing his fingers through yours. “c’mon, let’s get out of here. be good, you two!”

“goodnight!” you add, using your free hand to blow them two quick kisses before you’re pulled out the door.

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“okay babe, you know the deal,” gojo begins with the utmost seriousness as soon as you step into the hotel room, yanking at the knot of his tie. “first order of business is sex. loud, adult, no kids in the next room sex!”

“you’ve been waiting for this for a while, haven’t you?” you ask, though you’re already undoing the buttons of his shirt.

in exchange, his hands find the zipper of your dress, slowly dragging it down.

“oh, you have no idea,” he groans as you trail gentle kisses up his jaw. “we can’t get away with anything in that house.”

“we should make the most of this then.”

“oh, i intend to.”

_____

the two of you lay sunken into the mess of pillows and blankets on the bed, wholly satiated and tangled up in each other in the afterglow.

gojo’s tracing soft, nonsensical pattern across your back as he whispers to you in the dark. “hey, so i’ve been thinking…”

“uh oh.”

he pinches the tip of your nose. “i have good ideas from time to time.”

“alright,” you acquiesce with a roll of your eyes. “let’s hear it then.”

“remember way back then? when the kids were little and cute and didn’t talk back to us?”

“didn’t talk back to me, you mean?”

“whatever,” he laughs. “but you remember, right?”

“of course i do. god, megumi was so cute. and tsumiki! she always wanted her hair in pigtails. it was adorable.”

“right? wouldn’t it be great to have all that cuteness, but condensed into a tiny little baby?”

“you want to have a baby?” you echo, seeming genuinely surprised as you gaze up at him.

“yeah,” he shrugs, feeling his cheeks warm at the admission. “only if you want to.”

“you know babies are a lot more work than kids who have pretty much been self-sufficient since birth, right? we’d have to take time off work and—”

“i know.”

“we’ll have to go through potty training.”

“and we’ll do a much better job than toji. megumi wet the bed until he was seven.”

you slap his shoulder, reminding him that you both promised you’d never talk about that again.

“look we’ll— we’ll raise our kid right,” he assures you. “we had two free trials, and they turned out pretty great.”

“okay,” you breathe, because it’s true. the two of you raise great kids. “okay. before we do this, you need to promise me something right now.”

“anything,” he swears, pressing his lips to each of your knuckles.

“promise me nothing will happen to you,” you whisper, an edge of desperation behind your words. “because i can’t do any of this without you.”

his kiss is a promise in itself. it’s slow and sweet and you contentedly let yourself melt into it. “you don’t have to worry about any of that. you couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #keeping up with the fushigojos

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gr0ggy · 7 days ago

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warnings: 18+ dbf!miguel o'Hara, age gap (reader is 25, Miguel is 44), all characters are adults, dad’s best friend Miguel, sexual content, gabriella exists, no use of yn, miguel x reader, Miguel is spiderman, Miguel is a whore, black reader, descriptions of hair and skin, slow, Miguel doesn’t know you’re his best friends daughter until later, swearing, mother father and brother's name mentioned

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After Miguel picked Gabriella up from school, the evening seemed to slip away in a blur. He had told her about the plans for the night, and her reaction was nothing short of ecstatic. For a child who only ever cycled between his apartment, the park, and school, the prospect of going somewhere new was thrilling.

As the evening grew, Miguel helped Gabriella into a cozy, lavender sweater and combed through her unruly curls. That's when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen to see a message from James with the address of his apartment.

Miguel studied the location for a moment, noting it wasn't too far, just a few miles away. That was a relief.

"Alright, kiddo," he called to Gabriella, who was already waiting by the door, her small fingers fidgeting with the zipper on her coat. "Let's go meet some new people. And we're on our best behavior, yeah?"

Gabriella nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

Stepping outside, Miguel was greeted by the brisk bite of Fall. Instinctively, he crouched down and adjusted Gabriella's coat, pulling the zipper all the way up to her chin. The faint, rosy glow on her cheeks made him smile. He took her hand in his, the two of them walking toward his sleek black Mercedes parked on the curb.

The car ride was filled with Gabriella's non-stop chatter, her sweet voice breaking the silence with stories about school, her favorite TV shows, and her latest art project, which apparently featured a "super sparkly sun." Miguel caught glimpses of her in the rearview mirror, her face animated as she spoke.

He listened quietly, nodding now and then while his mind flickered with nerves. It had been a while since he'd done anything remotely social. Not counting one-night stands, of course, but this? This felt different.

As they pulled up to James' apartment building, Miguel parked and stepped out, unbuckling Gabriella from her seat. Her tiny hand slipped into his as they walked to the building's entrance. The apartment complex was newer than he expected, its polished exterior lined with bright lights.

When they reached James' door, Miguel noticed the small, silver doorbell—an unusual touch for an apartment. Before he could react, Gabriella's face lit up.

"I wanna ring it!" she exclaimed, her voice bursting with enthusiasm.

Miguel chuckled softly, placing a finger to his lips. "Inside voices, honey. Go on then." He gestured toward the button.

Gabriella stretched onto her tiptoes, her arms reaching as far as they could, but it was no use. The doorbell was just out of her grasp.

Miguel let out a small, affectionate sigh—not the kind born from annoyance but the kind that comes when a parent witnesses their child's pure innocence. He leaned down, gently lifting her so she could press the button.

From behind the door, hurried footsteps echoed, followed by a familiar voice calling, "They're here!"

The door swung open, revealing James with a broad smile on his face. "Miguel, welcome!" His eyes immediately dropped to Gabriella, softening with warmth. "And you must be Gabriella."

Miguel chuckled at his friend's exuberance. Stepping into the apartment, he felt Gabriella press closer to his side, her curious eyes darting around as she took in the unfamiliar space.

"Yeah, this is Gabriella," Miguel said, his voice carrying a hint of quiet pride. "Gabi, can you say hello?"

Gabriella tilted her head up toward James, her cheeks flushed as she mustered a shy smile. "Hi," she mumbled softly.

James' grin widened, and Miguel couldn't help but feel a little lighter as he watched the moment unfold.

"Come on in, you two. Make yourselves at home," James said, stepping aside to let them fully into the warmly lit apartment.

Miguel glanced down at Gabriella as she clung to his hand, her wide-eyed curiosity lingering on every little detail. For the first time in a while, he felt like this, whatever this was, might be exactly what they both needed.

"It's nice to finally meet you," James held his hand out for Gabi to shake. Vanessa, James' wife came padding out of the kitchen to say hello.

Miguel watched as Gabriella shyly shook hands with James and Vanessa. A small wave of relief washed over him, she was settling in well so far. Vanessa stepped forward with a warm smile that immediately set him at ease.

"Nice to meet you," Miguel said politely, extending his hand. "You have a beautiful home." His eyes wandered briefly around the space. The apartment, more of a penthouse, was decorated with striking art pieces and sleek, modern furniture.

"Thank you so much! It's great to finally meet you, too." Vanessa's handshake was firm, her demeanor radiating genuine friendliness.

Miguel matched her grip, feeling some of his earlier tension dissipate. The warmth of her welcome and the comforting ambiance of the home seemed to ease his nerves.

"Likewise," Miguel replied with a slight nod. "James mentioned you guys have kids, right?"

Vanessa chuckled lightly. "We do, though calling them 'kids' might be a bit of a stretch these days."

Miguel raised an eyebrow at her comment. Not kids anymore? How old are they? He wondered.

Vanessa excused herself to fetch them, heading upstairs with a spring in her step. As she disappeared, Miguel crouched down to Gabriella's level, gently ruffling her hair. "Stay close, okay?"

Gabriella nodded, her curious eyes darting around the unfamiliar home.

Moments later, footsteps echoed on the stairs. Miguel straightened as Vanessa returned, accompanied by a tall young man, likely in his late teens or early twenties.

"This is our son, Clay," Vanessa said with pride as the young man stepped forward, his posture relaxed but confident.

"Nice to meet you, Clay," Miguel said, nodding in acknowledgment.

Clay offered a nonchalant half-smile, shoving his hands into his pockets. "'Sup," he said casually.

Miguel chuckled, recognizing the familiar tone of teenage indifference. "Not much," he replied, though his attention flickered back toward the staircase. Vanessa's footsteps soon echoed again, heading back up to retrieve someone else.

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Upstairs, the bass-heavy beat of Smino's music pulsed through your walls as you worked at your desk, earbuds tucked in while you sketched designs for your job. You were in your old bedroom, which was a strange enough experience, feeling like a teenager all over again.

A knock on the door pulled you from your focus.

"Hey," your mom called softly. "We have a visitor. I want you to come say hi."

You rolled your eyes, exhaling sharply. A visitor? Really? It was bad enough having these forced family dinners to "stay connected," but now there was a stranger involved? Your parents had paid for your way through fashion school. They said, in return, you had to come to dinner once a week.

You attributed that to them missing you, wanting you to be a kid again.

You're 25...

"Sorry, Mom, I'm busy," you muttered, already knowing she wouldn't let it go.

Begrudgingly, you pushed your chair back and pulled out your earbuds.

Reluctantly, you followed her down the stairs, keeping your gaze on your feet. But as you reached the bottom step, you looked up—and your breath caught in your throat.

Your heart raced as your eyes met his. You recognized him instantly. Miguel. The man you'd hooked up with just a week ago.

You forced yourself to play it cool, masking your shock behind a casual tone. "Wh—who's this?" you asked, tearing your eyes away from his and looking at your mom.

"This is your dad's friend from college, Miguel O'hara," Vanessa said with a sweet smile, completely unaware of the tension crackling in the air.

"Since when does dad have friends?" you joked, trying to keep your voice steady. Humor was your go-to defense mechanism, and right now, you desperately needed it.

Miguel's heart skipped a beat as you rounded the corner. Seeing you again so unexpectedly was like a punch to the gut, but he quickly masked his reaction, keeping his expression neutral.

Vanessa laughed lightly at your joke,But shot you a look that read 'greet the man.'

"Hi, Mr. O'Hara..." You said quietly.

Miguel's focus was entirely on you. Your tone, your gaze—it all sent his thoughts spiraling.

" Your dad was quite the social butterfly back in college," He didn't know what to say, so he went to the past, his voice steady despite the storm inside him.

"Was he," you said flatly, not as a question but more of a statement. Your eyes stayed locked on his, challenging him, searching for a crack in his composure.

Miguel fought to maintain his calm demeanor, even as his mind replayed the memory of that night. The taste of you returning on his tongue, the way you were looking at him now, intense and unrelenting, made it nearly impossible.

"Oh, yeah," he said evenly, his tone betraying none of the turmoil beneath.

The silence that followed was deafening, an unspoken tension hanging thick in the air. Your mother, seemingly oblivious to it all, gestured toward the dining room with a cheerful smile.

You see a little girl peaking behind Miguel's leg. Before you could mention her, your father cleared his throat and said,

"Alright... Well, dinner's done so why don't we all go and eat?" He clapped his hands together and walked toward the dining room.

Miguel silently thanked James for disrupting the lingering tension. His friend's interruption gave him a chance to tear away from your unwavering gaze, though the momentary reprieve did little to calm the storm inside him.

He glanced down at Gabriella, who was clinging to his leg, her wide eyes scanning the unfamiliar room.

"Uh, yeah," he managed, his voice slightly hoarse. "Sounds good."

With a gentle nudge, he encouraged Gabriella forward, following everyone else toward the dining room.

The table was elegantly set, the aroma of steak, mashed potatoes, broccolini, and freshly baked rolls filling the air, candles littered across it. Vanessa and James moved with practiced ease, placing the dishes in the center of the table.

Miguel settled into a chair, trying to keep his focus on the food and the light chatter around him. But his attention kept drifting back to you.

You sat across from him, carefully avoiding his gaze, though it was clear you were just as aware of him as he was of you. You stabbed at your mashed potatoes, pretending they demanded your full attention, but every few bites, your eyes betrayed you.

There he was, Miguel, sitting at your family dinner table like nothing had happened. Like you hadn't fucked just last week. And don’t even get started on the fact that he has a daughter…

Your eyes trailed over him, unwillingly soaking in the sight of him. His gray turtleneck clung to his frame, outlining broad shoulders and a sculpted chest. You could see the indent of his cross necklace under the shirt. Even the way he sipped his water was grounding, feeling the coolness of it with each gulp, combating his nervousness.

God, why does he have to be so sexy? you thought bitterly, chewing another forkful of potatoes.

Miguel felt the weight of your stolen glances. Each time your eyes met, a jolt of memory shot through him. He focused on his plate, desperate to steer his mind away from the night you'd shared. But it was impossible. The tension between you was almost annoying.

He looked down at Gabriella, who was quietly observing the adults, and tousled her hair affectionately, grateful for her presence as a distraction.

"This is delicious, Vanessa," Miguel said, breaking the silence as he reached for a bread roll.

Vanessa beamed. "Thank you, Miguel! It's James's favorite, I think I've perfected it over the years."

You listened to their exchange, chewing slowly, watching as Miguel's eyes briefly flicked toward you. His gaze lingered for just a moment too long, tracing the curve of your neckline.

You shifted uncomfortably, heat rising to your face. Why didn't I wear a bra? You wondered, cursing your choice of the snug, dark purple top with its low-cut neckline, and a matching skirt. You loved fashion, always had, it’s your job for crying out loud, but tonight it felt more like a curse than a blessing.

Miguel caught himself staring and quickly looked away, scolding himself internally. Stop looking at her. Just stop.

Your mom's voice cut through his thoughts. "So, Miguel, what do you do for work?"

Relieved by the distraction, he straightened and cleared his throat. "I work in biotechnologies, actually," he said, his tone polite. "I'm a cross-species geneticist."

"Wow," your mom said, visibly impressed. "That's incredible. James always surrounded himself with intelligent people."

Miguel chuckled softly, glancing at your dad. "We definitely had our fair share of adventures back in the day. Though most of them aren't worth repeating now."

He laughed heartily. "Oh, absolutely not. If I tried to drink like we did in college, I'd probably need medical intervention."

Miguel laughed along, memories of wild college nights flashing through his mind. "It's a miracle we survived those years, honestly. I don't know how we managed to function the next day."

Without thinking, you blurted out, "I mean, you are in great shape." You were so zoned out you hadn't even realized you said that.

The words hung in the air, drawing everyone's attention.

You froze. Why would you say that? Panic bubbled in your chest, and you tried to backtrack. "F—for your age, I mean," you added quickly, your voice faltering.

Miguel blinked, caught off guard by your comment. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, though he fought to keep his expression neutral.

"Uh, thanks," he said, his tone light. "I try to stay in decent shape."

James chuckled, oblivious to the undercurrent between you and Miguel. "I was gonna say the same thing. You might even be in better shape now than in college. What's your regimen?"

Being Spider-Man... Miguel thought, but he didn't say it.

Miguel leaned back slightly, grateful for the change in topic. "Just consistency, really. I stick to weights and cardio, and keep the diet balanced. Nothing too fancy."

As the conversation shifted to fitness and old college stories, you felt your cheeks cool slightly, though your mind was still racing. Miguel's smirk lingered in your thoughts, as did the memory of his lingering gaze.

Across the table, Miguel felt the tension ease ever so slightly, but he couldn't shake the feeling of awareness between you two. The night was far from over, and he knew it would take everything he had to keep things from spiraling further.

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Your brother had always been a science nerd, but his obsession leaned more toward astronomy than biochemistry. Still, that didn't stop him from bombarding Miguel with questions about his work.

As the conversation grew increasingly technical, you found your focus slipping. The tension between you and Miguel was still simmering beneath the surface, and sitting there, watching him explain gene splicing with that calm, deep voice, only made it worse.

You seized the opportunity to escape. "Excuse me, I have to use the restroom," you said, rising quickly from your chair. The words came out smoother than you expected, hiding the real reason for your abrupt departure: you needed air.

The tension was overwhelming, suffocating even—and, to your own frustration, it was turning you on.

Miguel noticed your sudden exit. He nodded slightly in acknowledgment, trying not to let his eyes linger too long. As you disappeared down the hallway, he forced himself to refocus on the conversation, though it was harder than ever.

He nodded along to your brother's enthusiasm about genetic engineering, offering measured responses. Still, his mind wandered, replaying the way you'd avoided his gaze as you excused yourself. The absence of your presence made the air feel lighter but far less interesting.

When you returned, the energy shifted again, and Miguel caught himself stealing a glance as you slid back into your seat. He barely had time to adjust before the conversation turned, this time to something far less innocuous.

"So," your dad began, pointing his fork at Miguel. "Have you found someone to babysit Gabriella yet?"

Miguel hesitated for a moment, glancing at Gabriella, who was busy poking at her broccolini. "Not yet," he admitted. "It's been a bit tricky finding someone."

"Oh, she could do it," your dad said, gesturing casually toward you.

What??

"What!?" you exclaimed, your voice rising before you could stop it.

Miguel's eyes snapped to yours, his expression unreadable. Surprise flickered in his gaze, though he quickly schooled his features into something neutral. He hadn't expected your dad to volunteer you, and the idea sent his pulse into overdrive.

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Miguel said quickly, trying to sound polite. Deep down, the thought of spending more time with you, without his best friend around, was both exciting and daunting.

"No, no, 'cause I remember you saying that once your fashion internship ends, you were gonna take up babysitting," your dad chimed in, completely oblivious to the awkwardness at the table.

You let out a forced chuckle, your smile tight. "I did, didn't I?" you replied, though the words felt foreign coming out of your mouth.

The room seemed to wait for your answer, and you felt trapped. If you declined now, your dad would wonder why. It wasn't like you to go back on your word without a good reason, and you couldn't exactly explain the reason, not without blowing up the carefully constructed facade.

"Sure... I—I can babysit Gabriella, she's adorable," you said, your voice a touch too high. Are you kidding me? you thought, mentally facepalming.

Miguel's gaze lingered on you, searching your expression. He could see the hesitation, the way your hands fidgeted with the seem of your skirt. He wanted to intervene, to say something that might ease your obvious discomfort, but the words didn't come.

"Thank you, That'd be a huge help," he said instead, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.

"Yeah... no problem," you mumbled, staring down at your lap as if the answers to life's complications were written on your nails.

Vanessa and James seemed satisfied with your agreement, moving on to discuss logistics as Miguel took another long sip of water, hoping it would cool the heat rising in his chest.

The idea of you babysitting Gabriella was equal parts terrifying and intoxicating. It was dangerous, yes, but it also meant more time near him, and despite his better judgment, Miguel couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation.

For your part, you were cursing yourself inwardly. What had you just signed up for?

You glanced at Miguel out of the corner of your eye. His expression was unreadable, but his presence felt as magnetic as ever. The chemistry between you crackled quietly beneath the surface, promising that this arrangement was bound to get complicated.

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About an hour and a half later, as Miguel stepped out of the apartment holding Gabriella's hand, his mind was still a tangled mix of emotions. They had just said their goodbyes to your parents and were heading toward his car when he heard your voice, a hint of urgency lacing his name.

"Migu-!" you stopped and cleared your throat. "Mr. O'Hara..."

He turned to see you jogging toward him, wrapped in a moss-green cardigan that clung to your frame. His grip on Gabriella’s hand tightened instinctively as he glanced back at you.

"Hey, um…" you started, glancing down at Gabriella. Whatever you wanted to say, it wasn’t meant for her ears. Miguel picked up on the cue and nodded toward the car.

“Go ahead, mija,” he said softly. “Get in the backseat. I’ll be right there.”

Once she was inside, Miguel turned back to you, his dark eyes steady. “What is it?” he asked, his voice quieter now, his focus entirely on you.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. The words were stuck in your throat. Miguel took a small step closer, his presence steadying but electric all at once.

“Just say it,” he murmured, his tone calm but unwavering.

You inhaled deeply, your brows furrowing slightly. “You’re not married, are you?” you blurted, the question sharper than you’d intended.

Miguel blinked, momentarily caught off guard. A soft chuckle escaped him, and he looked down, shaking his head. “No,” he said, his voice laced with quiet amusement. “No, I’m not married.”

Your shoulders relaxed a bit, and you nodded, tucking a stray curl behind your ear. “Okay. I just… I didn’t know you had a daughter, so I thought maybe—” You hesitated, your voice lowering into a whisper. “I just didn’t want to be some kind of homewrecker.”

The words lingered in the night air, and Miguel studied your expression, reading the mix of guilt and relief that flickered across your face.

“Right,” he said softly, his gaze gentle but unreadable. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. “You don’t have to worry about that.” A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Not—not that what happened a week ago will ever happen again,” you stammered, though your tone lacked conviction.

Miguel’s smirk widened, and he tilted his head slightly, watching as you stumbled over your own words. “Of course not,” he agreed, though the tension between you said otherwise.

"It'll never happen again..." he repeated.

It’ll never happen again? you thought, your heart racing. Why does that sound so damn tempting when he says it?

“O-okay,” you said, your voice shaky. “So, um, I’ll babysit Gabriella whenever you need me.” You tried to inject some professionalism into your tone, though it was clear you were struggling.

Miguel’s gaze softened as he watched you fidget awkwardly, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint smile. “Sounds great,” he replied, his voice dipping slightly, carrying a husky undertone.

This was dangerous.

“Just text me to remind me,” you added, glancing up at him.

His eyes held yours, the intensity in them making it hard to breathe. “I’d need your number to do that,” he said, his tone smooth, edged with subtle seduction.

Your cheeks felt hot as you crossed your arms, feigning exasperation. “Well, if you’d left your number last week, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Miguel laughed softly, the sound low and rich. “Touché,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving yours. “That was a mistake."

"A mistake?"

He took a small step forward, the space between you shrinking until you were almost touching. The air between you was charged, your unspoken desires buzzing like static electricity.

“Yeah, right,” you shot back, your voice unsteady but playful. “That was a fully intentional hit and run.”

“Totally planned,” he replied with a hint of sarcasm, though his gaze dipped briefly to your lips.

Your jaw clenched, and your heart thudded in your chest as his nearness overwhelmed you. Your eyes flicked to his mouth, and you realized with a simple feeling of longing that he was thinking the same thing you were.

We can’t.

“I should get back inside,” you said abruptly, your voice breaking the spell.

Miguel nodded, though he didn’t step back. “Yeah, you probably should,” he agreed, his tone low and laced with something that made your stomach flip.

You hesitated for a moment, your feet rooted to the ground even as your head screamed at you to move. “Tell Gabriella I said it was nice to meet her...” you said finally, your voice softer now.

Miguel’s eyes lingered on you, the urge to reach for you nearly impossible to suppress. “I will,” he promised, his voice steady, though his thoughts were anything but.

As you turned to walk away, Miguel watched you go, his gaze tracing the subtle sway of your hips. The rational part of his mind screamed at him to leave it alone, but the pull toward you was undeniable.

This was dangerous, and he knew it. But somehow, danger had never looked so tempting.

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happylittledrabbles · 25 days ago

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Izuku Midoriya

Character Count: ~4,500K

Rating: Explicit, 18+

AO3

Katsuki becomes obsessed with a sex cam worker named Pro D after his unfulfilled sexual fantasies toward Izuku accumulate to the point of severe sexual frustration. He watches Pro D weekly, and on this particular week, he is delighted to hear that Pro D is doing a challenge: outlast him in masturbating, and he gets to choose what Pro D does the next week. Katsuki loves watching his favorite adult streamer, but if only...

If only Pro D were Izuku...if only...

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It’s nearly ten. Katsuki knows this because he’s been checking every clock in his vicinity every five minutes. He made dinner but didn’t eat it. He turned on the TV and looked on listlessly, his eyes snapping to his phone once he believed enough time had passed.

Now, he sits at his desk, waiting.

Waiting for Pro D to begin his stream in lingerie inspired by Deku’s hero costume.

Katsuki has come to terms with the fact that he watches men who look like his childhood enemy-turned-friend strip and fuck themselves on camera. He was ashamed at first and couldn’t even look Izuku in the eye the next morning when he came by Katsuki’s office to chat after finishing up at school. He avoided Izuku like the plague until he was forced to reckon with what he had done when he sat down in anticipation for yet another Deku-themed stream and masturbated so furiously that he nearly passed out on the desk. After that, he accepted that he was a pervert, a pathetic man who pays men to dress up like Deku as often as possible.

Pro D is Katsuki’s favorite streamer. He looks just like Izuku. His chest, his slim hips, his strong thighs, and even the scars he draws on himself are in around the same places as Izuku has them. It’s uncanny watching him. Even the way he moves elicits a sort of Izuku-ness, his gestures a bit shy at first before he gains the courage to continue. Then he puts on a show.

Katsuki had been transfixed the first time he came across Pro D’s stream. He had been wearing that stupid little mask with the ears Izuku chose in his costume’s earlier version to obscure his face, and as much as Katsuki had verbally torn it to shreds when he first saw it, it had actually been the reason why he stopped scrolling to watch Pro D’s stream the entire way through. It provided anonymity, which allowed him to project Izuku completely onto him. It could have easily been Izuku on the other side of the screen, and Katsuki never would have known.

He masturbated like it was Izuku. Every weekend he sat at his desk, lotion and tissues ready, his fly undone and computer cursor hovering over the refresh button on Pro D’s channel. And he’d watch Pro D wave at the camera and not say a word as he undid the front of Deku’s costume, exposing his lean and muscular body, and grabbing one of the toys he’d use for the stream.

9:59.

Katsuki blinks and it’s ten.

Refresh, refresh, refresh…

“Hey, everyone.”

Since his first stream, Pro D has invested in a voice changer, which makes his voice low and smooth.

Only his bust is visible within the frame, and he’s fully clothed. He waves and cocks his head, the ears on the mask flopping to the side. Katsuki can’t hide the tender smile that crosses his lips at the sight of Pro D resembling a puppy. That’s what Izuku reminds him of, too. An adorable little puppy, naïve and sometimes stubborn but who loves unconditionally, no matter how much he’s abused.

“Today we’re going to do something a little different,” he says as his gloved fingers raise to his zipper and begin to painstakingly pull it down, tooth by tooth. “We’re going to jack off together today. I want you to match my masturbation rhythm. If you don’t come by the time I come, then you get to choose what I do for next week’s stream. And I’m trusting you all to be honest.”

He puts a finger to his lips, and Katsuki can imagine him winking. One thing he enjoys more about watching Pro D than fantasizing about Izuku on his own is that Pro D adds his little affectations that Izuku would never do. Izuku has the opposite of sex appeal when he’s doing it on purpose. Of course Katsuki finds him sexy regardless of what he does, but he’s seen Izuku try and fail at flirting with girls at parties and Pro Hero galas. He’s a lost cause for seduction. Pro D, on the other hand, knows just what his audience wants. He knows what his audience has (money) and knows just how to extract it from them, and this includes Katsuki.

He’s spent almost 70,000 yen this month alone on sending virtual gifts to Pro D to get him to pay attention to him. He’s said Katsuki’s screen name five times, and each time, Katsuki came on the spot as if Pro D had pressed a button.

Katsuki can’t come before Pro D. He can’t. He has too many ideas for next week’s stream to lose and not get to use any of them.

So he frees his cock from his boxers and watches as Pro D stands up, only his chest and the top of his hips in the frame now, and unzips his costume until his body is revealed, the beam from the ring light behind his laptop casting him in a golden hue.

“To make things more difficult for me, you all will control this thruster machine that thrusts faster the more likes we get on the stream. So be sure to get this stream to the very top of the charts! I’m counting on you.” He dips his mask-covered face down into the camera and gives a peace sign. “However, I’ve had lots of practice, so don’t count me out of the competition just yet. Oh, thank you for the teddy bear, dynamight_murder69!”

The teddy bear costs 7,000 yen, but Katsuki sends it before he can think logically. He has to hold back a groan at how Pro D’s voice (it’s fake, but his voice nonetheless) strokes his stupid screen name. It was almost a turn-off the first time he read it, but Katsuki realized that Pro D was addressing him. They had shared a connection for however long it took Pro D to read the donation, process it, and think about it afterward before moving on to his next act. Pro D knows him. So the 7,000 yen is gone without another thought.

“Gifts count, too, so send those along to make sure this baby goes into overdrive.” Pro D disappears from frame for a few seconds before bringing in the aforementioned machine. It’s a black rounded cube with a dildo stuck onto a metal rod coming from inside the cube. He zooms the camera out before turning around to show off the modified portion of the costume on his ass. He’s included a zipper for easy access, which he undoes and sways his ass in front of the camera.

“I hope all 10,000 of my fans enjoy this special stream,” he says, spreading apart an asscheek to put his rosy, tight asshole on full display. “I got a promotion today, so I’ve been quite happy all day. And I’m so excited to share this happiness with you all.”

Katsuki wouldn’t use the word ‘happy’ to describe how he feels at this moment. No, if he were to use a synonym, it’d be ecstatic, euphoric, entranced. There’s also so much blood rushing to his cock from his sudden arousal that his head feels like it’s full of pillow fuzz, and it takes everything in him to keep his head up and his hand on his cock. He lets out a heavy breath as Pro D lubes up two fingers and traces the rim of his hole before plunging them in.

“Hah…nnn…it’s so tight,” Pro D whines as he pumps his fingers, arching his back to show off his salacious actions. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle this cock…it’s so big…”

Fuck, Katsuki thinks as he grips his cock even tighter. He loves it when Pro D does this—saying things that Katsuki can easily work into fantasies about Izuku. Yes, Izuku, you can’t handle my cock. I’ll make you handle it.

“I haven’t even begun masturbating yet, and I bet a couple of you have already finished,” Pro D quips, which is another line to add to Katsuki’s spank bank.

As much as he’s a sadist, he also enjoys when Izuku degrades him. Anytime Izuku confronted Katsuki about his behavior, or when they fought (physically and verbally), or he made some sarcastic comment about him that had the whole group laughing, Katsuki couldn’t hide the disdain on his face. Not disdain toward Izuku, no—disdain toward the fact that he’d have to stomp off to the bathroom to jerk off since even a small comeback had him stretching his trousers.

“Deku…” His voice rumbles in his throat as he reaches out to touch the screen, his fingers pressing against Pro D’s slicked-up, stretched asshole flaunted on the computer. He holds back from masturbating; he just grips his cock tightly and lets out small puffs of air to attempt to regulate his breathing.

“I think that’s enough,” Pro D says as he draws his fingers out. He then walks over to the machine and bends over in front of it, slowly easing himself backward until the tip of the cock is pressed against his hole. He has two cameras set up this time: one in front view of Pro D, and the other from the ceiling to get the full view of the cock destroying his pert little ass.

He glances at the camera and twirls a finger around one of his floppy ears, and that small action allows Katsuki to superimpose an image of Izuku’s face onto Pro D’s in his mind. Pro D manages to be so cute even while being a whore, something Katsuki can imagine Izuku doing if he had become an adult streamer instead of a teacher. He’s always wondered how Izuku is in bed. Pro D offers an alternative insight.

“Let’s get started, hm?”

The words awaken Katsuki from his whore Izuku daydream to Pro D slowly easing himself onto the dildo, letting out sweet sounds of struggle as the red thing lodges itself in his ass. His rim is red and stretched around its girth, and Katsuki can see his thighs trembling from effort. God, he wants to jerk off so badly, but Pro D hasn’t even begun. He wonders if this is all a ploy to make people realize they’re so desperate for Pro D that they can come untouched just by looking at him.

“O…kay…ngh,” Pro D mumbles, his gloved hand cradling his stomach. “It’s all in. T-time to start the machine…”

He grabs a remote and inhales sharply before pressing the power button. He then grips his cock and strokes himself in the few seconds it takes for the machine to connect with the stream. However, when it does, Pro D has to grasp the table holding the remote and all of his usual sex toys for balance as the dildo thrusts into him unforgivingly, violently.

“A-AH! Guys, y-you’re…hah—! So fast…” As much as the machine catches him off guard, Pro D doesn’t stop his stroking. His knees buckle several times and the only thing that keeps him from collapsing is the table next to him. “You’re so deep…it’s like you’re in my guts—ugh!”

Katsuki tries to keep time with Pro D’s stroking pace, but the dirty talk is causing his hand to lose time. Pro D manages to speak in the same cadence and whining tone that Izuku does despite the voice changer, making it all that much easier to imagine Izuku saying such lewd things.

Wet sounds from the precome slicking Katsuki’s dick only add to the lust accumulating in his small office. His hot breaths fog up the monitor, his eyelids heavy as he stares at Pro D’s sweet cock, how he pumps it with efficiency and care.

“F…fuck,” Katsuki breathes, his hips shifting as a feeble attempt to distract from the pleasure building in his stomach.

He’s already close, but how could he not be? Watching Pro D getting savagely fucked by a machine controlled by him, gripping the table and crying out—in pain, pleasure, whatever—as his head hangs limply between his shoulders is enough to get him to come on the spot. Pro D is enjoying it—whether it’s the actual fucking or the attention, Katsuki doesn’t care—as evidenced by his rock-hard cock that’s leaking precome onto the floor beneath him.

“Oh my! dynamight_murder69…t-thank you for the—unicorn! Ngh!”

Katsuki had managed enough motor skills to press the highest-value gift of all, making a unicorn flash up on everybody’s screens, including Pro D’s, and shake a bit before disappearing. It costs 75,000 yen, but with all the blood from his brain drained to his dick and his delusions of Izuku onscreen instead of Pro D, 75,000 yen seemed like a good price for the absolute perfection of a show he’s receiving. So he clicked and returned to timing his strokes with Pro D’s. He’ll weep over his poor financial decisions during his post-orgasm clarity.

“You guys really…nn…want to f-fuck me, huh?” asks Pro D, and Katsuki nods.

“Yes, yes…fuck, yeah,” responds Katsuki.

He’s so close. But it seems like Pro D gets closer the more presents are sent his way. His knees buckle for a moment upon receiving Katsuki’s unicorn, and his hand seems to speed up every time a present flashes across his screen.

“Dynamight_murder! Another…hah…unicorn? That’s…t-that’s 150,000 yen!” Pro D cries, his strokes growing wilder with each subsequent gift thrown his way. “T-thank you…fuck!…s-so much…mm—!”

It seemed impossible for the machine to speed up even more, but that adorable display clearly made everybody’s hearts soften and cock harden even more. Katsuki’s included in that, his cock throbbing in his grip as he abandons all of Pro D’s rules and jerks off to his own rhythm. As long as he doesn’t finish before Pro D, he counts himself as a winner. Besides, at this point, he’s jerking off much more rapidly compared to Pro D, who has to stop and recuperate from the sudden change in the machine’s speed.

“Guys…I’m g-getting close,” gasps Pro D, whose hand has since returned to his cock and is pumping steadily away. His hips swirl backward onto the dildo, meeting it with each thrust and leaving his hole stretched around it that much more used and abused. He trails a hand behind him to pull his asscheek away to reveal more of it for the camera, and Katsuki groans. The fact that Pro D knows what exactly to show the cameras and when makes him that much more of a professional in Katsuki’s eyes, a professional he wishes Izuku was.

“How many of you f-finished before…m-me? If you did, send me a…heart,” Pro D says, and hearts flood the stream and make the machine whine with how fast it’s going to keep up with the sudden influx of attention. “Wow! You guys finish early, huh…mm—! Am I just that s-sexy?”

Comments bombard the corner of the screen, but Katsuki forgets there even are comments with how seldom his eyes leave Pro D and his body.

“Fucking sexy…you’re so fucking sexy, Izuku,” Katsuki murmurs, his stroking pace now borderline punishing. If he finishes with Pro D, will that still count?

“I think I’m…I’m c-coming—! Coming, ngh—!”

Without much more warning, semen shoots out of Pro D’s cock and paints the floor white. His hips stutter, his hand gripping his red cock and pressing down on the head to squeeze out as much as possible. However, Pro D didn’t seem to account for the fact that a come shot would make the audience go wild, and he cries out when the machine continues to fuck him deep and fast.

“W-wait, wait! Guys, I can’t—”

He can’t get out another word before he slips off the dildo and collapses to the floor in his own come, his body wracked with pleasure and quivering from oversensitivity. He moans into the hardwood, curling into a ball, his position only broken by aggressive spasms as another wave of painful pleasure crashes over him.

The display is more than enough to have Katsuki doubled over himself, stroking his cock until the pleasure building in his groin shoots out and covers his desk in semen. He had been so lost in bliss that he had forgotten all sense of neatness. In the midst of his euphoria, however, he finds the sight of the evidence of his pleasure splattered all over his monitor and desk enough to shoot another load of semen out. Pro D switches the camera to a close-up of his masked face, the semen on the screen making it seem as if it’s coating his mask, and the image is enough to have Katsuki gripping the edge of the desk and groaning.

“A-ah…ugh, fuck,” he whispers to himself, squeezing his eyes closed to properly process his pleasure.

His orgasm seems a hundred times more powerful than anything he’s ever experienced, and it was just by his hand. He hadn’t added anything else, except for Pro D’s wonderful performance. The effect of Pro D on him is exceptional, and it’s only made more potent when Katsuki pictures Izuku’s face over his. It’s what sent him over the edge: imagining Izuku convulsing on the floor from overwhelming pleasure, a pleasure only Katsuki can provide him.

In the time Katsuki takes to recover from his mind-altering orgasm, Pro D has managed to pull himself off the ground and in front of the camera, tilting his head in that endearing manner that has Katsuki growing hard again.

“Thanks for an amazing stream tonight, guys,” he says with a small wave. He motions to the semen on the floor and chuckles. “As you see, it was really fun for me. I hope it was fun for you, too.”

He turns off the machine and pats it genially. “You guys destroyed me with this tonight. So, who managed to hold off until after I came?”

Katsuki scrambles to the comments, but he realizes his comment will be a blip in an avalanche of comments. There’s only one thing he can think of to do.

“Dynamight_murder! Another unicorn? You must be a really rich guy.” Pro D giggles and rests a finger where his mouth would be underneath the mask.

All Katsuki can think of is Izuku biting his finger sensually, his eyelids heavy and his pupils dilated with lust.

“Alright, dynamight_murder. You’ll be the first to choose what I do during the next stream. I’ll have all my sex toys, objects, and outfits laid out for you for you to pick. I’m looking forward to it.”

He then blows a kiss with his glove sticky with semen and makes a peace sign before signing off.

Katsuki sits back against his chair, absolutely stunned. He looks at his hand webbed with semen in awe of the amount of fluids his body can produce when yearning for somebody else completely unattainable.

Izuku has never shown any interest in him and has Ochaco flitting around him like a buzzing bee. Even Katsuki can admit that Ochaco is cute, and Izuku would be an idiot to not get with her. But it’s been five years since they graduated and entered their respective careers, and Izuku has shown no romantic interest in anybody. Katsuki finds himself jealous of his students sometimes since they take precedence over their rare meet-ups.

“Sorry, Kacchan, a student just asked to meet over Zoom to answer some homework questions,” he’d say as he popped in his earphones. He’d smile apologetically, his eyebrows down turning in desired sympathy. “Give me like, twenty minutes.”

Katsuki wanted to strangle the student every time. Now, he’s accepted that Izuku will never be his, that he’ll always belong to somebody else, whether romantically or otherwise. There had been a few times when he thought Izuku wanted him. They’d had a few drunk nights where they’d gotten touchy, grabbing onto each other as they laughed at some long-forgotten joke and were more laughing at the situation they had gotten themselves than anything else. But then Izuku would pass out, and Katsuki would want to kiss him so bad that he’d have to bite his bottom lip until it bled.

Katsuki searched for an outlet that would allow him to get his sexual frustrations out. It would never make up for Izuku, but once he found Pro D, he realized it was a pretty damn good replacement.

So, Katsuki sits in his chair, staring blearily at the ‘this stream has ended’ announcement flashed across the screen. He blinks once, twice, before closing out of the browser and shutting down his monitor. He cleans up the desk and his hands, planning on fully disinfecting everything tomorrow. He pulls up his pants and goes to bed, already thinking of what he wants Pro D to do next week.

“Hey, Kacchan!”

Katsuki turns and sees Izuku jogging toward him with a wide smile across his lips. What he won't give to see that grin every day when coming home instead of arriving at an empty, cold apartment. He hopes Izuku never stops calling him that nickname he thought was oh so stupid all those tortuous years ago.

“Hey, nerd,” he replies with a soft smile, bringing Izuku in for a gentle noogie.

“Kacchan! I just did my hair,” whines Izuku, escaping from Katsuki’s hold and quickly fixing his hair. “You want me to show up all messed up to my own party?”

Katsuki peers over his shoulder at the izakaya behind them, surrounded by paparazzi trying to get shots of all the famous Pro Heroes attending the former One for All’s birthday party.

“It wouldn’t hurt for Mr. Perfect to be humbled in the pap mags,” Katsuki says while rolling his eyes.

Izuku crosses his arms and shakes his head. “You never change, do you, Kacchan?” He smiles again as his eyes fall on Katsuki's arm, which is hidden behind him. “What did you get me? Toilet paper, maybe?”

“No,” Katsuki shoots back defensively. He exhales to calm himself before revealing a trophy, the gold gleaming in the moonlight. “Here. Hope you like it, or whatever.”

Izuku’s eyes widen in surprise, and they only widen more when he takes it into his hands and looks at the message carved into the base. “Number One…Teacher.”

The statue is a man in a suit and glasses, balancing a stack of books on his head. It’s real gold, and Izuku can tell by looking at it. The inscription is also in gold, serif lettering, and the base is real cedar wood. It’s a paragon of craftsmanship, and it must’ve cost Katsuki a pretty penny to have this handmade.

“It’s corny, but I thought you’d like it,” Katsuki says as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “You know, with you being in love with your students and all.”

But Izuku ignores the riposte and instead goes straight for a hug, flinging his arms around his friend’s neck and pulling him in close. He smiles when Katsuki overcomes his shock and gently wraps his arms around Izuku’s waist, his hands barely touching his body. It’s funny that, when it comes down to it, for somebody so aggressive and disagreeable, Katsuki is so incredibly shy that he can’t even touch his friend while hugging him.

“Thank you, Katsuki,” Izuku whispers into his ear.

Katsuki can’t hide the shudder that wracks his spine, and he wonders if Izuku can feel it. He also can’t hide the quivering breath that escapes his lips upon hearing his name in Izuku’s beautiful voice, so hot and close in his ear.

“Get off me,” is all he can offer, but his bark has no bite, and Izuku knows that. He only hugs Katsuki tighter before finally letting go and turning toward the izakaya.

“Come on, Kacchan,” he says, his grin no longer wide. It’s melted into a tender smile, his eyes glowing emerald in the moonlight. “Let’s go drink so much sake we pass out.”

Katsuki swallows thickly before nodding. He smirks and follows his friend. “Sure, Izuku.”

By the next stream, Katsuki knows exactly what he wants to see from Pro D. He’s taken notes and set them out by the computer. Once the clock strikes ten, Katsuki is on the stream.

He can barely prepare himself for Pro D before the stream starts up and Pro D is already naked in front of the camera, standing in front of the table with all the sex toys, outfits, and miscellaneous sex objects he has in his possession. It seems like he spots Katsuki’s name in the chat because he immediately reanimates and takes a step closer to the camera, giving a small wave.

“Hi, all! Especially you, dynamight_murder.”

Katsuki exhales sharply upon hearing his name, the individual attention out of thousands already leaving him light-headed and painfully hard.

“You’re my special guest this evening. So, what will you do to me tonight, mister?” Pro D walks back over to the table and spreads his arms across the length of it, crossing his legs at the ankle to solidify his cool, calm demeanor. He raises a finger to his chin and tilts his head cutely. “Don’t be too hard on me, ‘kay?”

Fuck, I’m already close, Katsuki laments, and he hasn’t even touched himself yet.

However, he’s halfway through typing his answer when he notices something gleaming in the background.

“Dynamight_murder?”

This time, Katsuki doesn’t even hear his name. Instead, he’s zeroed in on the statue off to the side of the room, on a wardrobe out of focus. It’s blurry, but it’s unmistakably a golden statue, a statue that has never been there before this stream. Before he gave a golden statue to Izuku the week before. When he squints, he can even make out the stack of books on the statue’s head.

“Hey, if you don’t say anything, I’ll have to give this to the next guy.”

That awakens Katsuki from his grave realization, and without thinking too much about it, types out his long-yearned-after fantasy of Izuku.

“Urethral insertion, double penetration with one of my alien dildos, and a nurse costume?” Pro D—Izuku—chuckles and crosses his arms. “Light work. I expected a little more from you, dynamight_murder.”

His eyes light up when another message enters the chat.

“Call me…Katsuki.”

He pauses and swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. His eyes scan the comment section, which breaks him out of his own realization. Katsuki can’t hide the groan that leaves his lips at hearing his name finally uttered, not just by Izuku, but by Izuku naked on camera, with such a lustful tone that it leaves his briefs wet with precome.

katsuki—like katsuki bakugo? how obsessed is this guy with being great explosion murder god dynamight?

what a weirdo…using bakugo’s name to push his own fetish of bkdk happening

“Hey, guys,” Pro D utters, his voice crack audible even under the voice modulator. “This is a safe space to do whatever you want with me. I bet you all want to do worse things than making me call you a name. And I’ll do them for the right price. Dynamight_murder paid it.”

He lifts his head to look directly at the camera, and Katsuki can see it bright as day, even with the mask. Izuku—not Pro D, Izuku—is smiling. He can sense it, hear it in the lilt of his voice. Not even a voice changer can hide the pure excitement in his voice.

“So, Katsuki.”

Katsuki is rapt. He doesn’t move a muscle.

“Don’t look away for a second.”

Katsuki nods, his hands already on his weeping cock.

“Yes, Izuku.”

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