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heexseung · 1 year ago

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꒰ 🥂 ꒱ ┄ ❛ dark academia ；puppy ❜

* pairing: vampire!jake x werewolf!reader

* tags: smut, female!reader, dom/sub dynamics, peer pressure, misunderstood bad boy jake, exhibitionism, female masturbation, getting caught, fingering, handjob, slight puppy play, puppy!jake, maid!jake, jake being a good boy

* summary: somehow your pack forces you to make a bet with them; fuck Jake Sim in a week or pay for their food for the whole week.

* word count: 9.5k

* a/n: hey loves !! it's been a while, i only hope that you're all doing well 💓 this repost is way overdue, i hope you'll enjoy it regardless 🦭 also, if you haven't already, go listen to tempest 👀 they have bops !!!

Supposedly, hanging out with your pack should be comforting and fun but that's not always the case for you. It's not that you dislike hanging out with them, it's just that most of the time, they can get very annoying, not for you but for the people around you; they get noisy so they kind of disturb the peaceful atmosphere and you're not very fond of that. You just don't want to annoy anybody.

Even now as you sit with them in a beautifully decorated cafe, they're being noisy, talking and laughing about whatever it is they're talking about — you barely pay attention to their conversations anyway. Most of the time, they just gossip and it doesn't interest you so you take no part in it. Taking a sip from your favourite drink, you then swirl the paper straw around the glass, wondering when you'll be able to go home.

"What do you think, Y/N cara?" Luna sits across from you, her question catches you by surprise. You look at her in confusion as she snuggles up against her mate, Alfie, hugging his muscular arm.

"Sorry?" You say.

She just rolls her eyes in response, not even surprised that you weren't paying attention. Owein who's sitting beside you, simply snickers and say, "Luna cara, you should know by now that Y/N cara doesn't care about our conversations." He sighs dramatically, "Nobody knows what she's thinking."

Lovette, sitting beside him, slowly nods in acknowledgement and takes a bite of her chicken sandwich.

"Forget about that cara," Felan tells Luna, who has now completely averted her focus towards what truly matters: her veggie sandwich. He then turns towards you with a worried look and continues, "Y/N cara, you are not eating?"

Giving him a small smile, you reply, "No, caro. You can have my share."

"But cara, you have to eat!" He protests.

"Wait, now that you mentioned it, Y/N cara hasn't been eating with us, right?" Alfie asks, now worried as well.

Truthfully, he's right. Nowadays, when you hang out with your pack, you lose your appetite. You're not sure why.

"Exactly!" Felan exclaims.

Right as he says that, Lovette gasps and slams her hand on the table. Her usually bright and cheerful expression turns to anger as she hisses, "Did someone call you fat?"

Upon hearing that, Luna also gasps in shock, thinking, how dare they body shame my friend! Anger is apparent in Felan's face, his eyebrows furrow and his eyes narrow at the bare thought of someone being rude to you. Meanwhile, Owein has his mouth open in shock at the audacity of some people.

Before you could say anything, Lovette continues, "Who are they?" She leans in closer to you and narrows her eyes. "We'll ruin their lives."

"Now hold on, cara. Let's not jump to conclusions." Alfie tries to calm down the situation but his voice is overshadowed by yours.

"No, no. That's not it," you quickly say, hoping that they won't suddenly start making assumptions and going overboard.

"Then you can eat, cara," Owein says with a smile. With an open hand, he gestures towards the plate of delicious sandwiches at the middle of the table and asks you, "Chicken or veggie?"

When you hesitate to answer him, he continues with a confused look, "Or do you want egg? You like egg, no?"

Felan excitedly jumps in, "Yes! They sell egg benedict here!"

Usually, the mention of egg benedict would have you feeling enthusiastic and giddy but as much as you love the delectable dish, you're just not hungry right now. You don't want to eat either... but if you don't eat, they might make a fuss out of it.

Actually, their care towards you surprises you. You didn't expect them to care whether you ate or not. You're thankful that they care for you a lot, even noticing that you haven't been eating with them much lately, but now you kind of feel forced to eat when you don't really want to.

But it's fine, you tell yourself. They have my best interest at heart.

Giving your pack a small smile, you grab a chicken sandwich and say, "Ah, it's okay. I'll just eat the chicken sandwich, it looks good anyway."

"That's the spirit, cara!" Owein happily exclaims and goes back to drinking his iced coffee.

It seems that your action causes everyone to settle down since they all seem visibly more relaxed now. A moment of comfortable silence later, Owein puts his hand on the table and speaks up, "Anyway, back to the news!" He quickly turns towards Lovette. "I cannot believe they did that right in the dorms. I honestly thought he would be a goody-two-shoes like at least he won't do it at the dorms but he did, damn. I was wrong."

As you take a bite from your sandwich, you hear Lovette's serious voice. "Caro, me too. Honestly, I kinda don't believe this bullshit like do people honestly think I would believe Lee Heeseung and that human fucked in the dorms like- that doesn't make sense to me."

Luna jumps in, "But they did! Everyone could hear them!"

Before Lovette could say anything, Alfie starts speaking, "Honestly, cara, everyone has a slut side. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised." He then gives a knowing look to Luna that she returns, which makes everyone scowl and groan, including you.

"Keep it private, for Gods' sake," Felan says, rolling his eyes as Lovette fake barfs.

Owein rests his head on his hand and sighs in frustration. What he says next is unknown to you because you're already zoning everyone out; again, you're not interested in these kinds of conversations. Taking another bite of your sandwich, you start thinking about what you want to do when you get home.

Loud laughter echoes throughout the cafe and as usual, your pack attracts a lot of attention from the other customers. You pray to the Gods that your pack won't disturb anybody too much like last time; you really don't want to get kicked out.

Suddenly, you hear Lovette calling your name. You look at her with a confused expression and then look around at your pack; they're all quiet and curiously looking at you, waiting for your answer.

"Huh?"

They all just groan and give out exasperated sighs in response. A short moment later, Alfie kindly explains what Lovette had asked of you while rolling his eyes, "She's asking about your last fuck."

Ugh, not again.

Your annoyed expression makes them laugh.

"Let's guess, let's guess!" Lovette says excitedly. "Wait, let me go first! Okay, hm…" She squints her eyes as she thinks. "Two days ago?"

Luna quickly jumps in after her, "I think it was last month." She turns to look at you and says, "You seem very sex-deprived, cara."

"What do you mean sex-deprived?" You look at her judgingly.

"She's right, you know." Owein nods and then takes a sip of his drink.

"Are you kidding me?" You ask in disbelief.

"I mean, you wouldn't be like this if you weren't sex-deprived." Luna shrugs and takes a sip of her drink.

Lovette nods and whispers, "That makes sense."

They exchange agreements while Alfie just laughs and comments, "If you're sex-deprived, you can always ask Felan to help you out."

You sigh and shake your head at their antics while Felan simply shrugs. Felan is a good person, at least you think so. He's been the most caring towards everyone in the pack and likes to help everyone out, even sex-wise, so it's not a surprise to you when Alfie brings it up. Not to mention the fact that you actually had sex with him before anyway. But right now, sex is the last thing on your mind. You're just not interested in it.

It takes you a while to realise that they're still waiting for your answer. When you do realise it, you sigh in exasperation and quickly make something up. "It was two week ago or so."

"Two weeks?!" They all stare at you in disbelief, stopping whatever it is they're doing.

Taking a sip of your drink, you reply nonchalantly, not letting their reaction faze you, "What? What's wrong with that?"

Luna gives an exasperated sigh, Owein just shakes his head while Lovette crosses her arms. Felan and Alfie don't react that much to your words. Your pack just looks at you in disapproval. There's even a bit of pity in their stare.

Feeling annoyed, you defend yourself, "I'm just not in the mood for sex these days. If I want sex then I'll have sex but for now, I don't want it. I just want to chill."

They just stay dead silent as they share glances with each other. You can tell that they obviously don't believe you by the way they look at you. Somehow, it annoys you more and you impulsively continue, "Look, I can fuck anyone I want in our university, I just don't want to."

Their eyes light up right after you say that. They share surprise and mischievous looks with each other; bright eyes, raised eyebrows, smirks or teasing smiles. Soon, Luna speaks up to break the silence. With a teasing tone, she asks, "Are you gonna prove it to us?"

Before you could say anything, Owein excitedly jumps in, "Prove it to us, cara."

Alfie tries to calm down the situation but is quickly interrupted by Lovette. "Oh, my Gods! How about you try to fuck Jake Sim?!"

Are you kidding me?

Owein and Luna both gasp at her words. Immediately, they both start talking at the same time. Alfie starts talking too, again trying to get everyone to settle down. Lovette tries her best to hear everyone but fails, given by her confused look. Meanwhile, Felan is just silently chewing on his sandwich.

This situation is making you stressed and as much as you love your pack, it's obvious that they can be a handful sometimes. By the time you're able to comprehend what everyone's saying, they've already settled on a bet.

Clapping her hand, Luna stands up and excitedly exclaims, "So it's official! Our lovely Y/N cara is gonna fuck Jake Sim!"

"Wait, what?" You ask, confused.

Lovette stands up as well, raising her drink up. "To our lovely Y/N cara!"

"It's a bet! You have a week, cara!" Owein says to you, his glass already clinking with Luna's. "Or else, you're paying for our food for the whole week."

And soon, every one of your friends is doing the same and cheering for you — once again disrupting the peaceful atmosphere of the cafe. You can feel some people getting annoyed at you and your pack, even the employees; you feel a bit bad about it, more so when you realise that you don't really want to partake in this stupid bet in the first place. But everyone's just celebrating and having fun and you don't want to ruin the mood.

Sighing defeatedly, you reluctantly agree to the bet anyway.

♡♡♡

It turns out that fucking Jake Sim isn't as easy as you thought it would be. Hell, it's even hard to find him on your campus, you've actually never seen this guy face to face. He must be in a completely different section of the university. It kind of annoys you since you only have a few days to fuck him or else you're paying your pack's meals for a whole week — and paying for one meal for yourself is already fucking expensive.

At first, you thought they'd just forget about it but they keep reminding you daily about it. They keep bringing it up, asking "hey, have you fucked him yet", it's driving you insane. Just yesterday, they made you pay for their drinks while eating lunch together because you still haven't been able to fuck him.

Of course, you could just lie… but that's kinda fucked up. Plus, you're pretty sure you're gonna get exposed for lying anyway and your pack doesn't tolerate lying. Always being truthful to each other is one of your pack's policies.

Hence, you've now resorted to asking people around about him. At first, you got nothing but with a little bit of persistence and determination, you've managed to get some valuable information and now you're standing right outside one of his classes, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed as you wait for his class to finish.

It doesn't take long and a few minutes later, you see people start leaving the class. You briefly look at each person one by one and eventually, after almost everyone has already left, you finally see him — Jake Sim, dressed in mostly black except for his soft green T-shirt, leaving the classroom with his hands in his pockets and his backpack on one shoulder.

At the sight of him, your breath catches in your throat — my Gods, he's fucking gorgeous.

It's not an exaggeration when people say vampires are so attractive but this man just takes it to a whole other level. He has an extremely handsome face; cute and hot at the same time and albeit his body is covered up, you can somehow easily guess what it looks like underneath — a gorgeous sexy body just waiting to be marked up. You could see your teeth biting his neck, him moaning into you, his fingers in your hair and suddenly you just can't help but think to yourself, you actually wouldn't mind fucking him. Perhaps your friends were helping you out?

Clearing your throat and snapping out of your thoughts, you realise that you're being inappropriate and highly so.

Also, he's looking at you.

And you notice him looking at you. That's when he quickly turns and walks away from you. But there's no way in hell you're letting him get away so easily, not after all the work you've put into finding him. With a grin, you approach him as he walks to the elevator.

However, before you could say anything, he's already talking, "If you're here for that reason then don't bother, my answer is no."

Is he talking to you?

You look around to make sure. Seeing that there's no one here except you two, you wonder how'd he get to know about your intentions. But then you realise that your pack gossips a lot and they gossip with other people too so they probably slipped it out somehow.

After realising that, you slightly nod in understanding. So he doesn't want to fuck. Are you surprised? No. Will you give up? That's also a no, so you ask him with a sweet voice, "Okay, how about I buy you dinner first?"

Surprisingly, he chuckles in response — his laugh deep and rich, it makes your heart flutter. You both stop walking when you're standing right in front of the elevator. Pushing the down button, he turns towards you and says, "I'm rich."

Fuck, you forgot about that.

"I mean, yeah but it's still nice to have someone treat you, no?"

"No."

Fuck, how is this going to work?

Honestly, it's fine if he doesn't want to fuck — okay, it's a bummer but what else can you do? No means no. But what sucks is that you have to pay for your pack's meal for a whole week and Gods know how expensive it is, given by the fact that you eat together almost all the time.

Desperate to save your money, you plead with him, "Look, can't you help me out? We don't have to fuck, we can just say we did it?"

Your words cause him to sigh in frustration. As he runs his hand through his hair, his eyebrows furrow and he starts frowning. "No. I don't want more dumb rumours spreading about me," he says in a melancholic tone, "You and your friends have already done enough. Besides, why would I ever help you out?"

Before you can reply, you hear your friends' laughter from across the hallway. Fuck, why are they here? And how did they find you?

Turning towards the sound, you see Lovette and Owein approach you two, their playful smiles evident as they get closer. Mumbling a curse under your breath because you know they're gonna fuck things up for you, you quickly press the down button. But alas, the elevator isn't going to reach you before they do.

You cringe a bit when you hear Lovette's cheerful voice near you, "Y/N cara! Oh, it's Jake."

"Oh!" Owein looks surprisedly at you. "So you guys gonna fuck or something?"

Oh no, here it is.

Turning towards them, you give them a please don't fuck my chances up look. Jake ignores them and you, he's just focusing all his attention at the elevator doors and hope that it'll quickly arrive. Looking at your apprehensive expression, Owein pouts while Lovette gives him an awkward look.

As if he's blind towards the awkward and tense situation, Owein says, "So... that's a no?"

Lovette lightly jabs him at his side and comments brightly, "Well, that's fine! But it looks like you're paying for our meals the whole week then!"

She may be trying to ease the situation but unfortunately, it's not working. If anything, she's making the situation worse just like you imagined it would be because now it's apparent that Jake is not taking you using him for a bet kindly; he looks pissed. Although he already knew about it, there was still some part of him that just hopes it's not true; turns out, it is true.

"Damn... and here I thought you'd give our friend a much-deserved fuck," Owein says with a pout.

"No, thank you," Jake annoyedly replies. "I'd rather die."

His words make you and your friends' mouths fall open in shock. You're offended but you're not that offended, more shocked. Your friends, however, seem more offended than you which is both endearing and concerning at the same time.

Not letting his comment slip by, Lovette looks at him in disgust and says, "Excuse me?"

Owein narrows his eyes at Jake with a scowl. "Wow, you're such an asshole."

Somehow that hit a nerve in Jake. His hands turn into tight fists and even though he tries to look unbothered, his eyebrows furrow and his eyes look like they could kill.

"Hmph." Lovette rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "Guess the rumours are true after all."

You mean the lies you made, Jake wanted to say. But instead, he bites his cheek, keeping quiet. The elevator's almost here anyway. It's better to stay quiet. Besides, if he starts a fight, he's sure that he'll start getting rumours about him being in the mafia.

"Come on, cara. He's not worth it," Owein looks at him disapprovingly, holding his hand out for you to take. "Jake, you should eat some makeup. Maybe then you can be pretty on the inside too."

Oh Gods, no.

The air around you four gets heavy as he says those words. You just look at him in disbelief, a bit angry at his unnecessary words and rude attitude. You understand that he's just trying to defend you but it's obvious that his words make Jake upset, Lovette's too, and it's something that you can sense even without explicitly looking at him right now.

Before you could tell them to calm down, Lovette jumps in, "Don't be bitter, Jake. Maybe if you were a better person."

That's when they both start laughing, only agitating you and Jake, making the air tenser. You're getting annoyed; they're going too far. What Jake said has not hurt you at all, it shocked you but that's it. You could care less about what he thinks about you. There's no need to be extremely defensive over this. Plus, they're ruining your chances. There's a part of you that can't help but wonder if they're doing this purposely, wanting to see you fail.

Meanwhile, Jake is just so pissed off. He doesn't understand how they have the audacity to tell him to be a better person when they're out here gossiping and spreading harmful and hurtful rumours about everyone. Unfortunately, the elevator's still not here yet and they haven't stopped taunting him either.

"But this is actually surprising Jake, I thought you'd immediately fuck anybody at every chance you get," Owein retorts and laughs.

"What if you're actually a virgin?" Lovette questions. "Is that why-"

Feeling extremely annoyed, you cut her off. "Can you guys stop talking shit?" Your tone sounds intimidating and everyone is just surprised and silent for a while after you say that, Jake being the most surprised. He didn't expect you to stop your friends like that.

Eventually, what breaks the tense silence is the sound of the elevator ring. As the doors open, you quickly grab his arm and pull him into the elevator, leaving your friends behind before they could talk any more shit.

"Don't follow us," you sternly tell them as you push the close button.

They don't. They just stand there, looking at each other in shock and feeling awkward as the doors close. Jake pushes the ground button and as the elevator move, you quickly say to him, "Sorry, I-"

He coldly cuts you off, "I don't care. I want nothing to do with you or your friends."

You have no idea what to say to him so the rest of the elevator ride is silent and awkward while you think of how you can salvage this situation. Honestly, you're surprised that he hasn't blown up at you; if you're him, you probably would've slapped someone by now. You contemplate on just giving up and getting a part-time job to pay for your pack's meals but... you're not one to give up easily, there must be a way.

You hear the familiar ring again and then, as the doors open, you hear him say a soft thanks. It catches you off guard. As you turn to look at him, he quickly moves out of the elevator before the doors are even fully open.

There's no way you're letting him slip out of your fingers so you quicken your pace to catch up with him. Once close enough, you grab his arm again.

"I'll treat you, what do you want?" You ask him as he lets you drag him to the nearest cafe.

"No thank you, I don't need you to do that."

"Just let me treat you," you sternly say to him.

He stops in his tracks to look at you straight in the eye and tells you sternly, "We're not gonna have sex."

You open your mouth to say something but he quickly continues, "No, you can't say that we did either."

Sighing, you look at him, hoping that he wasn't being serious but by the look of his face, there's no denying that he is. He frees his arm from your grip and narrows his eyes at you. "Look, I hate you and your friends. After what you've done to me and to many other people here, why would you think that I'd ever help you out? Much less have sex with you."

His words only bring you confusion. What have you ever done to him? You never even associated yourself with him. You know of his existence but that's it. This is the first time you've seen him. Maybe he's misunderstanding something? And your friends aren't bad people — sure, they like to gossip a lot but that's just harmless gossip, right? Why would it heavily impact someone's life?

"I'm going. Don't follow me. And I don't want to see you anymore so don't try to find me either."

And with that, he quickly leaves the scene, leaving you standing there alone and confused as to why he hates you so much. You quickly get over it though.

♡♡♡

Since your plan to fuck Jake Sim went bust, you've decided to not harass Jake and instead, go with plan b which is getting a part-time job to pay for your pack's meal. It's not so bad, to be honest; you've managed to get hired at a sex toy store and it's only gonna be like a month until you quit. All you have to do is take care of the store — which doesn't sound bad at all… at least, not now.

Why sex toy store?

Because why not? It sounds fun. Plus, you're no stranger when it comes to adult toys; you actually have a collection locked in your drawer albeit not many. That, and the fact that this is the only place far away from your campus that's hiring. You don't want your friends finding out where you work, they may cause trouble for you.

But something's weird; at the exact place where the store is supposed to be at… is a cafe? You've checked multiple times. This is the address you were given. Maybe the store is inside the cafe?

Cautiously, you walk into the cosy cafe. The first thing that catches your attention is the delicious smell of freshly baked bread and coffee. Ugh, that smells so good. It makes you want to buy something but that's not what you're here for. You look around and take in its decoration — it's very nature-themed but also has a modern twist to it. The colour palette consists of mostly white, brown and green with a few extra colours like yellow, red and blue which makes the cafe look more colourful.

There are a few customers here but not that many; understandable since it's 10am, way past breakfast and way before lunch hour.

One weird thing is the workers' uniforms… regardless of gender, they're all wearing maid outfits; the frilly black and white dress type. Is this a maid cafe? You can't help but think as you make your way to the counter. So far, you don't see any sex toys being sold, just food and drinks.

When you reach the counter which thankfully has no customers waiting in line, you greet the cashier with a small smile, "Hi."

The cashier greets you cheerfully, "Hello! Welcome to Cups of Joy! How may I help you today?"

"Hello, um… Do you sell things other than… food and drinks?" You carefully ask them, hoping that there's actually a sex toy store here and that you didn't just waste your money on the bus trip here.

A look of understanding appears on their face and they reply, "Oh, you want to see the 18+ section?"

"Oh my Gods, yes please." You sigh in relief and laugh. "I'm supposed to work here starting today."

"Oh… you're the new worker! Hold on for a moment please, I'm gonna call the boss for a second. Please take a seat!" They gesture at the empty table a few feet away from you and then proceed to call someone, "Jake, can you please take my place for a few minutes while I get the boss?"

Hold up- Jake? It couldn't possibly be the same one, right?

But then you hear his voice, "Okay, Cal!"

Holy shit.

And there he is, coming straight out of the kitchen with a maid outfit on — it's frilly, it's flowy, it's short, it looks soft and it looks so cute and hot on him. It's nearly impossible to stop inappropriate thoughts from appearing after seeing him in that, not to mention that it shows off his muscular thighs and arms — what the fuck? He's also wearing a cute dog ears headband; you want to scream. You can't help but stare at him in shock, mouth open as he walks out the kitchen doors. It feels like you're in some kind of fever dream.

It doesn't take Jake five seconds to notice you and when he does, he stops in his tracks, a horrified expression evident on his face which quickly turns to anger in just a few seconds. He quickly walks up to you and grabs your wrist, pulling you with him to somewhere private — as private as an open cafe can be.

When you two arrive at an empty corner where there's no customers or staff present, he leans into you and whispers angrily, almost hissing at you, "What are you doing here?"

Before you could even reply, he continues, "I told you I don't want to have sex with you, I don't even want to see you anymore. Why are you following me? Are you a stalker? Do you not understand that I-"

You cut him off by placing your hand on his mouth. It catches him off guard and that's when you take the chance to explain yourself, "Listen, I didn't know you even worked here. I'm only here because I'm working part-time, it's only for a month so don't get the wrong idea."

He pulls your hand off him. "Yeah, right. As if I'd actually believe you."

"It's the truth," you say to him, annoyed.

He leans closer into you, probably an attempt to intimidate you which isn't really working, and says in a threatening voice, "I swear if you tell anybody about this-"

"About what? You wearing a pretty maid outfit?" You smirk.

"Shut it," he hisses at you as his ears and cheeks slowly turn red.

"You look hot in it by the way," you tease him. Taking a step back, you look at him up and down. Shaking your head at how hot he looks and how much you can't stop thinking about how he'd look like when he's lying down on your bed and begging to cum, you ask him with your eyebrow raised, "Is this an everyday thing or a special occasion?"

He rolls his eyes. "No, it's only weekly. And I'm only covering for someone's shift today," he says defensively as he crosses his arms and averts his gaze away from you, too aware of your eyes on him. Somehow it doesn't make him feel uncomfortable, it just makes him feel… weird... but not a bad kind of weird. He also feels a bit embarrassed. Clearing his throat, he tries to push the unfamiliar feelings down.

"Aw, so I won't see you in this again?" You touch the frilly skirt, feeling the soft cotton fabric in between your fingers. Your finger accidentally brushes against his thigh, just a little bit, he doesn't even notice it but it's enough to make you want to touch more of him.

"No. Never. Not even in your dreams, not ever. You won't even see me here anymore because you're leaving. Now."

He moves to grab your arm again but before he could kick you out, he stops in his tracks when he looks behind you, his eyes wide. You turn around to see your employer standing right behind you, supporting a soft smile. She has a very magnetic aura to her, a bit intimidating but deep down, you know that she's very nice.

"Hello, Miss Jo," you sweetly greet her, giving her a smile.

"Hello, love," she softly says, "I see you've met our lovely puppy. Come, let's get you started."

Then she turns around and starts walking. You turn to Jake and give him a triumphant look and a shrug, see, I wasn't lying. And then you follow your employer before you lose sight of her, leaving an annoyed Jake behind.

♡♡♡

Just as you had guessed, the sex toy store is actually inside the cafe. Long story short, Miss Jo led you to a hallway at the right side of the cafe and in that hallway, there are two washrooms on the right side, both with gender-neutral toilet symbols on them and a door at the end of the hallway is where the store is at.

After giving you a small tour of the shop, you started your training with her and it went by smoothly. Miss Jo told you all the basic information; how to greet customers, how to help them with certain stuff, how to handle certain situations, how to package sold toys neatly and secretively, etc. Time goes by quickly and before you know it, it's already your break time and you decide to freshen up in the washroom.

Although the store is a decent size, you still feel the need to get out of here. Maybe it's because of the fact that there are no windows… or the fact that the door stays locked unless someone calls from the intercom and tells you a customer is coming… or even the fact that there are only two people here; you and Miss Jo — when you brought it up to her, she only told you that it's usually only one person here.

Exiting the shop, you make your way to one of the washrooms. Thankfully, there's no one in the hallway and better yet; there's no one in the washrooms either so you don't have to wait to go into one. Choosing the one closest to you, you walk in, close the door and start washing your hands.

It's pretty silent right now except for the sound of the water running. Lunch hour has long gone by so you bet that the cafe is pretty chill right now. Once you're done washing your hands, you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. To be honest, you don't quite like what you're seeing right now; not because you don't like your appearance — no, you know you're stunning regardless of what people say. It's just that now after taking a good look at yourself, you actually do kind of look sex-deprived. So they might've been right after all.

But the thing is that it's not something a regular person would see... but if it's a werewolf like you, they're gonna notice it if they take a good look at you. And this annoys you. Maybe you can get off before you head back to work? You'll be quick and it's not a problem if no one finds out. Plus, you'll look fresh right after.

You just don't want to go back outside and look like this; one of your kind will notice, you're sure of it — after all, your friends did. You don't want them to be uncomfortable or worse: pity you. So you've made up your mind. Just this one time and it'll be quick.

As a catalyst, you know exactly who you're gonna get off to — yup, that guy. The guy who won't leave your mind, he never left your mind when you first met and he definitely never left your mind now, not after you saw him in that outfit. Gods, you just want to ruin him, what's wrong with you? You swear you're not like this to other people.

Bringing down your pants and panties to your knees, not fully taking them off, you sit down on the toilet seat and make yourself comfortable. You decide to slouch and spread your legs since you have better access that way. Not wasting another second, you start rubbing your index and middle finger against your pussy. Closing your eyes, your focus on the pressure and feeling of your fingers on your inner labia.

While doing so, you start to imagine what it'd be like to actually have sex with Jake. You bet that underneath his rough exterior, he'd be a really good boy for you, willing to do whatever it takes to please you. He just seems like that. Or perhaps he's more of a brat and likes to tease and defy you, challenging you to make him submit to you. Either way, you don't mind. You're good with both.

His lips are so full and gorgeous, you could kiss and bite them all day. Imagine how pretty he'd look when his mouth is swollen from kissing you, kissing your body, after eating you out. You wonder if he has the skills to get you off with his mouth; he must have, no? A man who looks that attractive must have some experience. He probably has the skills to get you off with his hand too.

Gods, and his hands — his huge, pretty, manly hands. Just imagining how they'd feel on your body almost makes you moan. It would feel way better with his fingers on you instead of your own.

And his delicious body would just look so gorgeous underneath you. You imagine him in that dress and what he'd look like when he's all fucked up; eyes shut tight, face red, mouth open and panting. He'd look at you as if he's begging you to touch him and you would, he'd shudder at your every touch, flinch when your mouth starts sucking on his neck, buck into your pussy and moan ever so loudly at the pleasure.

Damn him.

You think you've truly lost it, you really do. How are you so affected by this man? To the point that you're literally getting off in the washroom thinking about fucking him. Your hand is wet with your juices now and you slide a finger inside your pussy, trying to keep your moans in — not sure if you succeed or fail — while your thumb stimulates your clit. Meanwhile, your other hand starts playing with your nipple underneath your shirt.

You bet you could make him beg for you just by rubbing his tip against your entrance. He seems like such a good boy, willing to take whatever you give him. Your pussy clenches around your finger at the thought. Imagine if it was his dick inside you instead. It would fit inside you so well and so good. You'd feel so tight around him and he'd whimper in your ear as you start moving up and down his dick, fucking him into oblivion.

Just as you were about to get close, the door suddenly opens — you jump in response.

Fuck, you forgot to lock it.

You're more pissed off than anything, to be honest. Opening your eyes, you're surprised and blessed by the sight of Jake just standing there, hand on the doorknob, eyes wide open, taking in the full view of your legs spread wide and your wet pussy for him.

If it was someone else, this would be embarrassing but since it's him, this just makes you even more aroused.

"If you're not gonna help me out then leave," you say to him, continuing your actions right in front of him. Looking at him straight in the eye, you part your lips with your fingers to give him a good view. His eyes are focused on your pussy as you slowly insert another finger in and throw your head back, letting out a moan.

With your eyes closed and your fingers moving inside you, you hear the door close. Assuming that he left, you continue on with your administrations, trying to reach your high before your employer thinks that you've been gone for way too long.

To your surprise, he didn't leave — you realise that when you feel his hands on your thighs. Jumping at the contact, you open your eyes only to find him leaning and staring intensely back at you. His lips tremble a bit as he panickingly whispers to you, trying to keep his voice as low as possible, "What are you doing?"

"What do you think? I'm trying to get off," you annoyedly whisper back to him.

He leans in closer to you, so close that there's barely any space between you two, so close that you can feel his breath hot on your face. With the same panicked tone, he whispers, "But you can't do that here! What if you get caught?"

Rolling your eyes, you reply, "I'm not gonna get caught because it'll be quick."

"I just caught you!" Again with the panic. You don't even know why he's being like this; it's none of his business anyway. He can just leave and pretend he didn't see anything.

Realising that you're wasting your time, you try to continue your actions, hoping that he'll be so unbothered and leave you alone. But as soon your hand starts moving again, he grabs your wrist, stopping you and quickly says, "No, you-"

Cutting him off, you snap at him, "Why are you even here?"

Somehow that shuts him up and suddenly, he can't meet your eyes anymore. He awkwardly looks to his left, his ears turning pink as his grip on your thigh unconsciously tightens.

Eventually, he answers you ever so slowly and softly, "I... I heard my name."

At his words, you don't know whether to laugh or be mortified. You didn't even realise you were moaning his name. Not only had he caught you masturbating red-handed but he also caught you masturbating to him. Unfortunately, there's no one else to blame for this situation other than you — after all, you're the one who forgot to lock the door. Before you can say anything, he continues with a blush on his face, looking down at your wet pussy on display and then back at your face, "Were you...?"

His eyes look so innocent, you don't know how they look that innocent when you literally just masturbated right in front of him.

And you both know the answer to that question, it's quite obvious. After a short moment of silence, his grip on your wrist softens and he eventually lets go of you. You sigh and lean back against the toilet seat with your eyes closed, pushing down the feeling of embarrassment. Honestly, it wouldn't be that bad if he was actually into you but alas, he isn't. He's made it clear that he wants nothing to do with you.

At least, that's what you thought. He manages to surprise you when he softly asks you then and there, as if he’s being impulsive, "Should I... help you out?"

It's shocking to hear that from him. A long moment of silence washes over you two as you digest his words. Is he actually asking to help you out? You just can't believe it. Didn't he said that he'd rather die than have sex with you just a few days ago?

Thus, you end up staring at him for a while until he gets embarrassed and quickly says, "N-nevermind, I'll be going-"

He moves to leave you be but you manage to hold onto his hand. "No!"

At the volume of your voice, he panickingly hushes you and puts his hand over your mouth. After he senses that you've calmed down, he removes his hand and looks away from you.

"You wanna help me out, pup?"

He slowly nods at you, having some confidence to make eye contact with you again. You can hear his heartbeat quicken. You don't know what's gotten into him to suddenly change his mind about you but you're not gonna waste any moment finding out. Pushing your wet fingers to his lips, your core clenches at nothing when his tongue comes out to start licking your fingers clean, his eyes fluttering close.

What a sight to see; a pretty boy in a maid outfit and puppy ears licking your soaked hands clean.

"Aren't you such a good pretty boy?"

He tries to keep his whimpers in at your praise, not wanting to make too much noise and attract any attention. After your fingers are all clean, he holds your hand and pulls it away from his mouth.

With a stern voice and look, he whispers to you, "You're not gonna tell anyone about this, okay?"

Nodding at him, you couldn't care less. You just want to quickly get off. Grabbing his hand, you move it to your wet pussy, encouraging him to touch you. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his hand softly and slowly caressing your pussy, as if he's exploring every inch. It's kind of romantic in a way but right now, you want to get off quick. Not a big fan of his slow movements, you whisper to him, "Make it quick, I gotta go back to work soon."

"Swear you're not gonna tell anyone?" His breathing is heavy against your ears as he starts rubbing his fingers against your core.

"Yes," you hiss as his thumb starts stimulating your clit. Gripping onto the seat, you start lifting your hips and grind into his hand, wanting to catch your high as quick as possible.

"Okay," he softly whispers. His hands start to move roughly against your pussy; he's obviously trying to get you off quickly but it's too rough to feel good. Thus, you grab his hand and manoeuvre it into a position that you think is good. Telling him to keep his hand still, you use his hand as if it was a toy.

Pushing two of his fingers into your entrance, you bite your lip to conceal a moan. Jake, however, can't help but release a whimper at how tight you feel around him. He knows you told him to keep his hand still but he can't help it; he needs to explore your pussy so he moves his fingers, rubbing his fingertips against your walls. It makes you shudder — he's lucky that it feels good or else you would've reprimanded him for disobeying you.

It takes you a while for you to compose yourself and when you do, you tell him to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy. He complies with a faint whimper and starts moving, hoping the pace isn't too fast. After every thrust, he makes sure to curl his fingers and rub his fingertips on whatever they're at. His fingers feel so good that it makes you moan so much, Jake has to put his other hand on your mouth to silence you.

Soon, you're reaching your climax. Your hands that were gripping the seat are now playing with your boobs underneath your shirt, hoping that the stimulation will give you a boost to reaching your release. And it does, fortunately. With a thrust from Jake's fingers and a tight grip on your boobs, you finally achieve your climax, letting out a long loud moan as you cum on his fingers.

Jake shushes you again, afraid that your moans can be heard from people. He slows down his movements while you bask in your climax, his breathing hot and heavy on your ear. At some point his dick got hard and it's uncomfortable, he's just noticing it now. He wonders what he should do about it.

When you finally get your senses back, you're still panting as you pull his hand out of you. Leaning against the seat, you take your time in composing yourself. Not gonna lie, that's one of the best orgasms you've ever had. But then again, you haven’t really had a lot of sex, you just say you do to appease your friends. You look at the man in front of you, his face is red, his hand is covered with your juices and his dick is straining against his underwear underneath his skirt. For being so good to you, he deserves a treat, no?

"Wait," you whisper to him. Getting some tissue paper, you quickly clean yourself up. He moves away from you as you do so, giving you some space but he's still looking at you.

To be honest, he cannot believe he had just done that — helped you get off. He starts to feel a bit embarrassed at himself. There's a bit of regret that he feels but he can't deny that he enjoyed it way more than he should. He only came here to check if someone needs help since he heard his name being called, he didn't think he'd caught you masturbating to him, moreover kind of having sex with you.

Despite his better self, he can't deny that a part of him feels flattered that you were getting off to him; he doesn't know why but he can't deny that he doesn't mind you doing so. In fact, he might even like it. He wonders if this is the first time you did so, what kind of thoughts you had of him, how you'd touch yourself to him. He didn't think he was that attractive to anybody, especially to you.

He wants to-

Quickly snapping out of his thoughts, he tells himself that he still doesn't like you and that this is just a one time thing. It's not gonna happen again, he thinks.

You've finally got yourself cleaned up and pulled your pants back up. Now you're just staring at him, making him feel nervous and awkward. He scratches the back of his head and asks, "Um... do we... go now?"

With a smirk, you look at him and reply, "What? You don't want your reward?"

Jake's eyes grow wide at your words. What reward?

Before he could guess, you already have your hands pressing against his hard-on. He moans as your grip on his dick tightens. Quickly covering his mouth with his hand, he involuntarily bucks into you, his other hand goes to steady himself by grabbing onto you.

"Now, now." With a devilish grin, you pull his hands away from his mouth and continue, "That's no fun. Plus, no one's near anyway."

He swallows his saliva as your hands start pulling down his underwear and letting it fall to the ground, leaving his dick and ass exposed underneath his frilly skirt. He steps out of them, not wanting to trip just in case.

It's a good move on his part because now you can easily move him. Grabbing his hips, you move him a couple steps backward. Then, you turn him around so that he's facing the mirror and counter. You then bend him right over the counter — which surprised him a lot. He turns back to look at you after his torso hits the cold counter, but not before hissing at how the coldness of the counter feels against his skin through the dress.

"What are you doing?"

Lifting his skirt up to his hips to expose his ass, you grope it so tight that it makes him moan; he has to cover his mouth with his hand again. You tsk at him when he does that. Bending over and pressing your body against his so that he can hear your voice in his ear, you whisper to him, "Keep your hands away from your mouth." Surprisingly, he obeys you without question, putting his hands onto the counter. You continue, "Also, a puppy is only capable of barking, you know."

He looks confusedly at you for a moment before you command him, "Bark."

A moment of silence goes by as he just looks at you with wide eyes over his shoulder. It feels a bit embarrassing to bark but eventually, he does so anyway, albeit softly.

"Wolf."

Technically, that's not really a bark but you let it slide since it sounds better. You spit onto your hands and start playing with his dick, using one hand to stimulate with his leaking tip while the other strokes up and down his length. The sensation, albeit soft, still feels good and relaxing to him, it makes him bury his face into his arms on the counter as he shyly thrusts into your hand, silently hoping you'll go faster.

"Good boy. Now if you want me to go faster, keep on going, puppy."

When you tease and play him like this, he just can't help himself; he wolfs for you again. And true to your words, you go faster. He moans into his arms, his knees start to buckle under your stimulations. He wonders if you'd go faster if he did it again, and so he wolfs again... and again... and again, his voice getting more and more erotic as time goes by and you're literally going as fast as you can. It's only been like a minute or so and he's already a mess in your hands.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that the door is still unlocked and decide to comment on it. With a teasing tone, you say into his ear, "Puppy~ Look up."

It makes him whimper. Obediently, he lifts his head up and looks in the mirror. The sight of his face makes him embarrassed and if he's being honest, it also turns him on more; seeing him with his face full of pleasure, being a puppy for you as you play with him however you like. Your touch is starting to feel too much for him to handle.

"You didn't lock the door, pup. Do you want to get caught like this? Bent over the counter with your ass in the air? Like a puppy in heat? Rutting all over my hand like this, hm?"

Your words just make him whine and thrust more into your hand. Truthfully, he's too dizzy to think properly, all he knows right now is how good your hand feels around him and all he can do is whine, whimper and pant right now. You tighten your grip on his dick and he almost chokes at the sensation.

"Tongue out, pup."

He's really not in a position to disobey you — it's like his body is on autopilot; whatever you tell him to do, he automatically does it. Looking at himself with his tongue out, he can't help but feel embarrassed that he's even doing this. But somehow, it feels so good to him. He’ll deny it if anyone asks but he actually likes being teased and treated this way. And based on the trembling of his legs, you can tell that he's close.

"Wanna cum, pup?"

Another whine from him. Usually, you're the type to drag it on and ruin him first before you'd ever give him his release — but right now, you got a job to get to so you let him cum anyway despite it only being like a couple minutes. Honestly, you're surprised at how quick and easy you can get him to cum and submit to you. Guess you’re right about him being obedient. "Go ahead, baby boy."

And he finally reaches his climax after a couple of thrusts into your hand. He looks so pretty like this; all ruined and a mess, face red, eyes zoned out, mouth open wide as he lets out a moan so loud that you're the one covering his mouth this time. Some of his cum got on the counter while most drip to the floor. You have to hold him still for a short moment to make sure he doesn't fall. When he’s able to properly stand on his own again, you go to the toilet seat to grab some tissue paper.

By the time you turn back at him, he's already got his head buried in his arms again. You move to start cleaning him up but as your hand touches his dick again, he flinches and quickly spins himself around to face you. With his face beet red and eyes refusing to meet yours, he quickly takes the tissues from your hand and whispers, "I-it's okay, I can clean myself up. You- you can go now."

You look at him in confusion and say, "Are you sure?"

He nods and reassures you, "Y-yeah." He then turns arounds, his back now facing you and he shyly starts cleaning himself, his skirt now covering his dick, hiding it and his perky ass from your view.

It takes you a while to realise that he's just embarrassed. You lightly chuckle at his antics. Leaning close to his ear, which he surprisingly lets you do since he doesn’t move away when he feels you near him, you then whisper to him, "You're cute."

"Shut it," he hisses at you. Mustering the leftover confidence he has, he turns to look at you in the eye and whispers to you sternly, "This is a one time thing only. Don't you even think about telling your friends about this — and I still don't like you."

Rolling your eyes, you reassure him, "Yeah, yeah, I got it."

"Good." He turns away from you and continues, "We'll pretend we don't even know each other."

"Fine by me," you say to him. It's a bit of a bummer though; he's extremely sexy and he just gave you one of the best orgasms you ever had. His fingers somehow feel like they're meant to touch you and you vice versa. You're not sure if you'd be willing to let this be a one time thing.

"I'll get going?" You ask him, wanting some reassurance that he'll be alright without you.

"Please," he says as he carefully squats down, trying to clean all remnants of your activities together. As you stare at him on his hands and knees, you can't help but think about how easy it would be to hike his skirt up again, how easy it would be to pin him to the ground and ruin him again and again and how easy he would submit himself to you.

And that's when you've made up your mind.

As you take a look at your appearance in the mirror, you make yourself look presentable again and then exit the washroom, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts. One thing’s for sure: this is not the last time you'll both do this and you're gonna make sure of that.

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bullet-prooflove · 27 days ago

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Nashville: Mitch Keller x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dolphs-darling @watermeezer @queenslandlover-93 @redpool

“Baby, I think you were made for me.” Mitch tells you after your first night together.

You’re still tangled up in his sheets, hair falling over your face in loose waves. His thumb chases over the apple of your cheek as he gives you that smile, the one that reminds you of the sun after a long bout of rain.

You can’t remember the last time a man touched you with such reverence, that you were looked at like you were more than just rhinestones and a pretty face.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” You say as you slip out of his sheets.

You look gorgeous in the late morning sunshine, it filters through the slats of the blinds in his motel room illuminating your skin.

“No honey.” He murmurs, propping his head up on the pillow. “Just you.”

You don’t believe him, he can tell by the fact you’re already getting pulling on those yellow lace panties. You’re a beautiful girl, he’s sure you’ve been told that your entire life. You wear it like armour. He’d got a peek underneath all of that last night and he liked what he saw. A fierce headstrong girl that fought her way out of the trailer park. A phenomenal singer and guitar player. He’d woken up after that first roll in the hay to you playing Lady May on his guitar and your voice, it was the sweetest goddamn sound on this earth.

“You ever think about heading to Nashville?” He asks you and you pause half way through clipping that bra back in place.

“You think I’m that good?”

It’s the earnestness in your voice wounds him. He realises in that moment that no one has ever given a shit about you beyond what you look like, no one has actually bothered to get to know you.

“Honey.” He says with a seriousness that leaves no room for mistake. “I think you’d blow those motherfuckers away.”

“Nobody’s ever…” You trail off but Mitch knows what you’re trying to say.

Noone has ever really appreciated a woman like you.

“I’m taking a trip to Nashville next week for the rodeo.” He tells you as he watches you shrug into your denim shirt. “There’s a couple of places I gig at when I’m there, I can get you a slot in a few of them if it’s something you’re interested in.”

“Why?” You say fastening the buttons of your shirt. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I think you owe it to yourself to give it a shot.” He tells you frankly.

You’re getting married in a couple of months, to the most boring man in the fucking universe and Mitch knows, that a man like that, he wants his woman barefoot in the kitchen, he doesn’t want her to shine the way that you do.

“I can book us different rooms if that’s what you want, it doesn’t matter as long as I can hear you sing again.” Mitch tells you as he props himself up against the headboard, reaching for the cigarettes on the night stand. He lights one up before blowing out a stream of smoke into the air.

“One room.” You say finally as you come to sit alongside him. He hands you the cigarette and you take a long pull before your head comes to rest upon his shoulder. “If I go with you to Nashville, I want you to book one room.”

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20doozers · 7 months ago

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★Secret★

TW: jerking off/masturbation, pervy thoughts (kinda), use of y/n, third person, gn!reader, making bets, oblivious reader, wet dreams, palming, smut,

“Fuck-“ Georg groaned, his head tilting back as his hands gripped at your hair, pushing your head down on his cock as you deepthroated him. The room was filled with lewd groans and slurping noises, along with some soft gagging on your part. Fuck, you were good.. really good.

Georg was jolted awake from his dream by footsteps in the hallway, the noise of some giggling teens coming from outside as they passed his hotel room door. He groaned as he sat up in bed, glancing over at the alarm clock on the hotel bedside table, 5:00am. He let out a tired sounding grunt, hesitating before lifting up the covers to peek beneath his blankets. Lo and behold he was hard, so hard in fact that there was a small wet spot of pre, assumingly from his wet dream about y/n.

Be was a bit unsure, jerking off to y/n? What was he? A crazy fan boy? Yet he pushed those thoughts aside as he pulled down his pajama pants, just enough to free his aching erection. He took his cock in his hand, starting to slowly pump his hand up and down his shaft. His hand moved at a slow pace, and speeding up slightly as his mind flashed with explicit images of you, his imagination running wild.

He moaned quietly, biting down on his lip to keep his noise down as he slowly stroked himself, speeding up his pace quite a bit. His hand still stroked at his shaft as the other hand came up to palm the head of his cock. The pleasure was almost too intense, rows of goosebumps prickling at his skin as pleasure coursed through his veins.

“Fuck- fuck- fuck-“ Georg whined, he was so close to cumming, he couldn’t stop now, no way. He continued to palm the head of his cock, his whines and cries too hard to hold back in such a state. And with a few last rubs he came, his head falling back as strangled cries of your name fell from his lips as his climax spilled over him. His cock was still throbbing from the intensity, his now soft cock still grasped in his hand as he tried to catch his breath. His chest was heaving and his body was sticky with sweat, spurts of cum coating the palm of his hand as he bonelessly melted into the pillows.

“You okay georg? You sounded like you were upset this morning..” You asked, clearly oblivious that he had been jerking off to the thought of you on the other side of the wall.

“Yeah, just had a nightmare.” Georg brushed it off, taking a bite of his waffles as the two of you sat at the table having been forced to have breakfast with the rest of the band.

“Oh, okay.. well if you need help call me next time.” You hummed, thinking you were just making a kind offer. Georg nodded and went back to eating, a small flush forming on his cheeks from the offer. You heard a quiet snicker from Tom as he leaned over and whispered to bill, shrugging it off since you couldn’t hear him.

“20€, pay up.” Tom said smugly to bill, watching as the ravenette rolled his eyes and handed Tom the money, watching him greedily shove it in his pocket. Nobody knows what the two had made a bet on, but most likely it was Georg’s little secret.

YAYY FINALLY A FIC IS OUT!! It’s a bit of a short one but I wrote it at like 2am while delirious so don’t judge me and excuse any mistakes. I’m working on a longer fic I just wanted to post something to keep you little goblins (hopefully) satisfied while I work on it. Love you guys💕

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bpdloop · 6 months ago

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party in the minecraft server hcs ^^

the sever itself

owned* by bonnie (actually maintained by odile but she gave bonnie the owner tag because they wanted it so bad)

everyone has it under a different name on their own devices but officially the server is called the digital familytale

modded semi vanilla* (for the most part. theres a morbillion science mods added for odiles sake specifically, a few furniture mods for mira and a clothing mod for isa though)

mainly on peaceful but will sometimes be bumped up to easy for resources or fun

mira

tends to a village nearby the family's house that she has expanded tenfold from its original starting point

cares deeply for all of the villagers and has used a name tag on each and every one of them. they all have their own personalities and stories

brews potions on demand, so long as you bring her the ingredients

likes to play on easy mode when on the server by her lonesome in order to collect resources

will not step foot into the nether. not even for the pretty light wood (even if she really really wants the pretty light wood)

tool order: wand -> rapier -> crafted crook. the wand is essentially a long ranged weapon that can both attack and heal, but is mostly used for the latter. the rapier was specifically modded in for her. the crook is a multipurpose tool, combining shovel, axe and pick into one tool

isa

built a big barn

loves his big barn

is constantly talking about, working on, and admiring his big barn

is the guy to come to if you need any sort of animal produce or need to borrow a horse. owns at least three of any type of animal at all times

will get on with mira to help defeat mobs to make things go by faster

in charge of armor, tools and upgrades. spends a lot less time on any of that and a lot more time on making fun clothes, though

built a little storefront to pretend to sell his clothes from in mira's village. does often actually change the villager's outfits for funsies

tool order: gauntlets -> axe -> pick -> shovel. when wearing the gauntlets they will cover both hands of his model and do damage comparable to an iron sword twice (once with each hand) before a short cooldown

odile

couldnt really get into it before adding mods. now has the most playtime. even if you totaled everyone elses playtimes, odile would just barely eek out over it (if you took out siffrins, who's the closest to rivaling her, it wouldnt even be a competition)

the minecraft wikierrrrrrrrr. keeps that shit on tap even though she has memorized many of the recipes

always striving to make a project bigger than the last

redstone queen

regularly visits the nether to trade with piglins. one of the mods has them rebuild their structures if they notice the gold has gone missing. she pilfers it again every visit without fail

tool order: sword -> pick -> shovel. doesnt harvest wood so deems it unnecessary to carry an axe

bonnie

has an obscenely large, unautomated farm. they will spend entire days afking near the farm just so it grows. more often than not when theyre afk during one of these sessions, theyre off making real snacks for everyone

didnt understand and therefore didnt care about redstone until odile taught them. the day after, everyone logged on to the Laggiest Server Ever. when they went to investigate, bonnie showed off their extremely over complicated redstone contraption that did nothing more than activate a charge. nobody had the heart to tell them it was the cause of the lag spikes, so they suffered through it for like a week after until bonnie came to the realization themself and tore it down

completely and utterly dedicated to making a redstone rollercoaster of some sort. at some point. definitely. its 100% on the to do list, bet

teleports to everyone randomly to deliver meals. some good indicators youre about to get a visit from the Snacks God is 1) you mentioned the fact you have no food on you, 2) theyre talking about one of their recent harvests, and 3) "hey are u somewhere scary rn"

unable to die due to isa making them an accessory called the eternal necklace of undying. so long as you have it on in the charm slot, youre completely unkillable. bonnie was Extremely happy about this, as it meant they could finally leave creative and would stop accidentally breaking things left and right. it took many weeks of work to craft, and as thanks, bonnie made him his favorite meal in real life three days in a row

tool order: hoe -> shovel -> axe. does not carry weapons

loop

keeps offering to make a mob spawner for ease of access to mob resources and exp. nobody want them to because spawners are big and ugly but loop is adamant about the fact they can make it pretty (they end up making one very far away from the house once. they were not able to make it pretty.)

loves the bow and arrow but hates the crossbow. does not carry any weaponry outside of that

has an area they call Loop's Paradise! the only thing located there is a lone interactable beach chair near the beginning of a large ocean, a single redstone lamp that powers on when the sun sets and a jukebox. when asked what makes this a paradise they simply say its peaceful (they are blasting Cure for ADHD - 30 min of Breakcore from the jukebox)

tool order: bow -> pick -> axe. chooses to break dirt and the like with their hand or some other thing on their person

siffrin

has given everyone a flower that he thinks resembles them and a pot to put it in

survives mainly on fish, but makes sure to focus on the meals bonnie gives him first and foremost

doesnt like playing off of peaceful if he has the choice

has tamed an obscene amount of wolves. leaves the majority of them in isa's care and exactly one in loop's. they all have names. loop's dog is named starbit

tool order: dagger -> pick -> shovel -> axe. the dagger was specifically modded in for them

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#in stars and time #isat bonnie #isat odile #isat mirabelle #isat isabeau #isat siffrin #isat loop #hcs #lols #im so serious this post got out of hand i spent an hour making it. I only wanted to make it so i could post the funny video #But then the autism hit. You understand.#laikas nebulous narrations

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b0n3s-is-gay · 2 months ago

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can u do dallas winston smut w breeding kink🤭 like he HATES children but he won’t mind the reader pregnant with his child

Different

Synopsis: Time at Dally's place is always chaotic. Sweet sex just ain't in the cards, but nobody is complaining. (Porn with little Plot, I don't know what else to put)

Tags: Porn without a lot of plot, breeding kink (As stated in the request), talks of pregnancy, swearing (This is Dallas we're talking about), cigarettes, mentions of booze, Dallas is a warning himself, degrading(?), Praise, hair pulling, rough sex, set right before the events of the movie.

Dallas "I fucking hate kids" Winston, one might think that he doesn't want kids. And most the time, they're right. Kids aren't on the agenda, but seeing you taking care of Ponyboy and Johnny? Shit, he might be a goner.

That last bit of you taking care of Pony and Johnny was how you ended up here in the first place. It was an innocent gesture, 100%, but something about you caring for the boys just made him was a mini winston... Wouldn't be to bad of an idea, even if he didn't want kids a few months ago.

Now you're in bed, Dally fucking you from behind like a cheap whore. Voice raw as Dally just kept going. It had been 3... maybe 5 rounds and he was still fucking going.

"That's right- Fuck- you're doing such a good job... Such a good. fuckin'. job." Dally moaned loudly, punctuating his words with a thrust. "Such a good whore... Gonna fill you up, make you pregnant..."

Even if Dallas wasn't one for children, something about having them with you made this different. The way you talked, treated them, and acted like a mother rather than a friend to them...

"Such a good cunt... Gonna make you a momma..." Dally slurred as he leaned down to your neck and bit down, sucking and licking your pulse point as his fingers found their way to your swollen clit. "Bet you like that, don't you? Yeah... You're a good slut, a good momma..."

Dallas smirked as his cock bullied the spot inside your gummy walls that made your toes curl and your thighs shake. "Dally, n'more..." You begged as your head fell into his pillow.

"Come on, you can give me one more.. yeah? You can cum one more time on my cock, right pretty girl? You can take another load, right?" Dally grunted as he grabbed your hair and pulled you up so you couldn't cover your voice with his pillow.

Dally quickly flipped you over and pushed you into a position so you were facing him, moving you like you were a toy rather than a human. He then forced you to look at him thrusting into you. "Yeah... Take it..." Dally panted as he came for the final time of the night.

"Such a good girl..." He whispered as he gave you a deep kiss, pulling out of you and then looking down as his cum spilled out of your weeping hole. "Don't go wasting that now..." He chided as he used his fingers to push his cum back in, not letting a drop go to waste.

"'M serious about a kid, in case you couldn't tell..." He hummed as he lit a cigarette, watching as you twitched on his bed from overstimulation.

#dallas winston #dally x reader #the outsiders dally #dallas x reader #dallas winston smut #What am I doing with my time???

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zombii-writess · 9 days ago

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𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

| M! Best Friend x Fem! Chubby! Reader |

here it is y'all, PROM NIGHT WOOOO. also, apologies for posting once or twice then disappearing for weeks/months, i've been desperately looking for a job and it seems like nobody is hiring and im close to tearing my hair out AND ANOTHER THING, i've made a ko-fi account in case you guys want to tip or anything, im not 100% sure on how to use it but i've seen other people take commissions there so i might do the same thing once i am more familiar. thoughts?? anyways enough rambling tags: cute, fluff, confession unedited

ᴍᴏɴᴅᴀʏ

Finn is nervous. He's sweating up a storm as he watches you from his desk across the classroom. I bet you're wondering: What the FUCK is wrong this time? Currently he's a senior and prom is right around the corner, and he has yet to ask you if you wanted to be his date. and also confess to you

He has until Friday to ask; he knows that you don't have a date considering you've been whining about having nobody to go with. Just wait a little longer pumpkin.

Currently, it was lunch and you both decided to eat inside of a classroom, thanks to your teacher. Finn stands from his chair and reaches inside his large bag he managed to bring without you questioning it. Inside held a box filled with your favorite treats and next to it was a large, decorated poster that held the question; Will you go to prom with me?

But... seeing you laughing with your friends, the eye contact with him that follows soon after makes him freeze, cheeks heating up. He blindly shoves the poster back into his bag before you notice. He'll try again tomorrow.

And so, the struggle begins.

ᴛᴜᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ

Biting his lip, Finn taps his foot anxiously as he waits for you at your usual spot; the large oak tree that sat comfortably in front of the school. 'This kind of reminds me of those shoujo animes that [Name] makes me watch,' He thought, watching couples walk by him blushing and cuddling each other. Finn flushes at the sight before shaking his head roughly.

'Don't be ridiculous, Finn, this is real life and I'm pretty sure the rumor of confessing your love for your crush guarantees a long life together underneath this tree will NOT come true because it's a rumor, a silly, little rumor losers made up to cover the fact that their crushes will never love them back-'

"Hey Finn!"

Finn lets out a small scream as he was ripped out of his thoughts. You both stared at each other, Finn's face red from the scream and you will a large smile growing on your face. Snorting, you double over in laughter, setting a hand on Finn's shoulder, the warmth practically burning into his shirt, to steady yourself.

Finn watches as you try and contain yourself, only to break into laughter once more at his unamused expression.

Staring at you, Finn takes a breath, removing his bag from his shoulders to retrieve the poster and sweets to give to you. His hand continues to grope around which gave you the chance to calm down and watch him with a curious expression.

He hand remained empty, no hard smooth surface of the box of your sweets nor the poster. Confused, and a little bit embarrassed, Finn nervously giggles when he peaks his head into the bag only to discover... nothing. He had forgotten that he had taken everything out back home in order to not ruin them from his big ass textbooks and left in a hurry. His dumbass left them in his room!

"Finn?" You poked him arm, curious to why he was so silent. "Is something wrong?"

Finn lets out a groan, pouting at his forgetfulness. "No, nothing's wrong, just... I left something important back home."

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So, yesterday was a total failure. That's fine, he still has time. Clutching the box of sweets, he hid behind his back from you, he stops in front of you and makes his move.

"[Name], I want to ask-" "Hey [Name]! Can I have the notes from Mr. Smith's class?" A voice interrupts.

Turning to the other student, you point at your bag. "Yeah, it's in my binder!" Refocusing your attention on Finn, you smiled. "You were saying?"

Finn clears his throat. "I just wanted to ask-" "[Name]! [Name]! It's not here! Are you sure it's in the binder?" The students voice whines, frantically digging through your bag. "I really need this!"

"Uhm-" Finn anxiously watches as his grip on the box gets tighter and tighter. He's running out of time; he's going to lose his nerve and back out last minute.

"Then check my folders, it should be there." You hummed in confusion. "I haven't moved it since class ended."

"Still not here, [Name]!" They groaned before opening another folder and pulled out a small stack of paper. "Oh, found it!" They laughed, thanking you before walking off.

Sighing at their behavior, you AGAIN brought your attention towards Finn. "Sorry, you wanted to ask me something?"

Finn nervously swallows, going through the whole speech in his head in the span of .3 seconds and opens his mouth. "Will you go-" "Yo, [Name]! Let's get off campus and get lunch at that new place that opened up."

Deflating, Finn watches you interact with your friend who had their arm around your shoulders, his nerves getting the best of him. Slowly, he backs away from the pair, embarrassment swallowing him whole as his pathetic attempts of trying to ask you to prom consumed his thoughts.

Waving your friend off, you tirelessly rubbed your eyes, "I am so sorry for the interruptions, Finn, what were you-" You apologized, turning to him only to find him gone.

"Finn?"

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Finn sat on the floor of his room, head in hands in distress of yesterday's event. He was so embarrassed he didn't even bother asking you to prom the next day and now that the embarrassment has passed, it was already 10 pm. He would go next door and ask you in your room, but Finn thought you deserved something romantic and memorable.

You've put up with him for years, everyone didn't give him the time of day to even ask what his favorite color was. But that summer when you arrived next door, made him see that there was more to life than games and darkness. It had you.

Picking up a piece of paper and a pencil, Finn begins to write down ideas on how to ask you to prom. Maybe he could ask his friends from band to play your favorite song, and people will watch and get jealous for putting on a big show for you. Yeah, that sounds good! Dropping the pencil, he reaches for his phone and spends the next few hours planning with his friends. Finns ends of staying awake the entire night.

ꜰʀɪᴅᴀʏ

Today's the day. The day to ask you to prom once and for all. He's hiding behind the bleachers that was located in the football field, it was after school hours and he's certain that there were no practices. His friends were standing in the field waiting for you and once they begin playing their instruments, that'll be Finn's cue to come out with his poster and ask his most desired question.

Soon he hears the first few notes of your favorite song. That's his cue! Taking a deep breath and exhaling to ease his nerves, he fiddles with the corner of the poster before revealing himself, eyes filled with love and hope. Coming from behind the bleachers with a big smile he approaches only for the smile to be wiped from his face once he sees chaos.

One of his friends was arguing with the football coach, apparently the football team decided to have practice last minute, you were standing between the two of them, trying your best to resolve the issue. And you want to know how this day can't get any worse?

Drip.

Though Finn made the preparations to make this promposol as smooth as it can, he didn't bother to check the weather. Everything had gone to shit. His friends, who wasn't arguing with the football coach, looked at Finn for help on what to do, his poster ripped from the rain soaking it, his nicely done hair that took him almost all morning was soaked, and everybody was pissed on what to do.

Pissed, everyone walked away, the ones who weren't even involved in the shouting match, awkwardly walked away. Only one stayed.

You.

Finn choked on his breath and reframed from bursting out in frustrated tears. His eyes burned, but alas, tears slipped by and down his cheeks, mixing in with the drops of rain. Clenching his fist, Finn harshly rubs his eyes. Worried, you took placed a hand on his back, rubbing it in small circles.

"Hey, it's going to be okay, Finn." You comforted.

Finn shakes his head, sniffling. "No, it's not. I-I wanted this to be perfect, but it seems like luck is not on my side."

"What was it you wanted to do?" You asked gently.

"I..." Finn bites his lip. "I wanted to ask you to be...m-my date for prom."

The air leaves your lungs, heart beating in your ears at the information. Opening your mouth to speak, Finn beats you to it.

"You've done so, so much for me, tha-that I wanted to make this memorable for you." Finn stutters, tears now freely streaming down his face. "You deserve so much more an-and everything has gone to shit!"

He takes a couple of breathes before continuing. "It's so hard to ask you upfront because you make me freeze, and then I get nervous and back out then kick myself for being so entranced by you!"

"Finn,"

"Every time you say my name, it takes all my will power to not kiss you, whenever you talk about your friends, I get jealous because I want you to talk about me like that - to LOOK at me like that."

"Finn!"

"God, I love you so much, i-it hurts, I'm sorry for saying this so suddenly, but I-"

"FINN!" He shuts up, eyes puffy as he stares at your trembling form. Reaching a hand to cup his cheek, you wipe his tears with a soft smile.

"I like you too, you silly goose, and I would love to be your date for prom."

Letting out a small whimper, Finn scoops you into a warm hug, face buried between the junction of your shoulder and neck, a weak attempt to stifle any sobs of happiness. The weight of asking you to prom and confessing had been lifted from his shoulders and Finn could finally relax.

"Thank you... [Name]." Finn sniffles.

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holdmytesseract · 2 years ago

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hello!! i saw you were looking for steamy stuff with daryl and was thinking about leaving him some steamy pictures with a polaroid, maybe they slip it to him at the worst time and he gets flustered and embarrasses himself or stick with steamy and he decides he wants to take his own pictures of them 😏

anyway, i hope you have a lovely day/evening 🥰

Sinful Distraction

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: You decide to leave a little surprise for Daryl. A little sinful distraction while he's away.

Warnings: umm... mentions of naughty photos? tiny bit spicy, fluff?

Set in Season 9!

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: Thanks for the request, nonny! 😁 I loved it, hehe. Hopefully you like what I wrote! 🧡

Tagging: @km-ffluv @stitchintimefan @sweetpeapod @loz-3 @peaches1958 @fictive-sl0th @lou12346789 @bookofsecretjourneys @azanoni @fuseburner @hotgirlsshareaccounts @in-this-minute

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A cheeky smile danced across your lips as you put the Polaroid you coincidentally found on the last run back in its hiding place, before you sat down on the bed and admired the pictures you just took. You bit your lip. They were perfect - and hopefully able to distract Daryl just a tiny bit.

Your man was going out for a few days, probably a week, helping Rick out, of course, to build the bridge, and you decided to not let him leave without a little... surprise. A gift, rather. He just had to find it. You'd hide the pictures in the back pocket of his baggy jeans, hoping that he'd need the red rug he always carried with him in that pocket. A perfect plan, wasn't it? You bit your lip, smirking; proud that you had this idea.

"Y/N?" Daryl's voice echoed down the stairs towards the basement you and Daryl called home. Hastily, you hid the pictures in your pocket, thinking he was coming downstairs. "I'm here! Yeah?!" He wasn't. "We are goin' in a bit! Thought ya might wanna come up and say goodbye?!" "You can bet your butt on this! I'm coming, baby!" You heard Daryl snort out a laugh. "Thought ya need my butt?! Ain't got nothin' to hold on when it's gone!" You couldn't prevent a rather loud giggle leaving your lips. You loved when Daryl once in a while got all humorous and sassy. He had such a dry sense of humour - and you loved it. "Well... Point for you, hon!" "I'll be outside!" You could hear the amusement in his voice. He was definitely smiling. You took a last look at the pictures, before you hid them again and quickly made your way up the stairs and out of the house. Daryl sat on the stairs on the porch, clearly waiting for you. As soon as he heard the door close shut, the archer stood up and turned around, facing you. "Ready?" He asked. You knew exactly what he meant. He asked it every time, just like you gave him the same answer - every time. "I'll never be ready to be separated from you." Daryl bit the inside of his lip - a habit you loved so much. "I know. 'M sorry. I hate leavin' ya, 's just..." "You have to, I know." You nodded, smiling and stepped with him down the stairs. When you and him hit solid ground again, you immediately reached for him; took his big hands into yours. "It's okay. It's who you are and what you do. I-I mean, I would've accompanied you, but Michonne needs me here a-and..." Now Daryl was the one who nodded, giving you a soft smile. "She does," he said. "Alexandria does." You smiled at him as well, touched by the utter sweetness of this man.

Daryl squeezed your intertwined hand and looked from side to side, checking his surroundings and making sure nobody was looking, before he dipped his head in order to give you a sweet kiss. Showing affection in public was still something he had to get used to, but you didn't complain, gave him all the time he needed. You leaned in the kiss, of course, trying to make it last as long as possible; even letting go of his hands, in order to wrap them around his neck. You were successful, keeping the archer's lips locked onto yours for a little while longer, before he withdrew, blushing ever so softly. He is so cute, you thought, suppressing an upcoming giggle. Then you suddenly remembered the pictures, which were still in the pocket of your jeans. That had to change, of course. So, you scanned the street again, pulling Daryl in another kiss and catching him quite a bit by surprise. Now that he was distracted by your lips on his, you reached for the pictures in your pocket, wrapping your arms around your man's broad torso, lowered your palms on his ass and finally managed to slip the cargo in his back pocket.

Daryl jumped at your sudden bold, intimate move and ended the kiss, looking at you with slightly widened eyes and an even darker shape of red on his cheeks. "What ya doin', woman?!" You giggled, remembering the conversation you had earlier with him. "Makin' sure it's still there. Testin' if I can still hold onto it, ya know." You said and winked, causing him to playfully roll his eyes.

After saying once again thoroughly goodbye to Daryl and the others who accompanied him, you retreated back to the little basement apartment you shared with the archer; hoping that your mischievous, cheeky plan was going to be successful.

After travelling to the bridge, alongside Aaron, Rick and Carol, Daryl went immediately to work. After all, the bridge didn't build itself. The archer didn't quite like to work with the Saviors. Former enemies, now turned allies, but he didn't have a choice, did he? They needed every help they could get. It was a big task and couldn't be done just by Alexandrians. Working in the heat of the summer wasn't exactly great as well, but that was also a thing which couldn't be changed.

It took Daryl almost two days to find the surprise you had hid for him but eventually, he found it...

"Daryl?" The archer lifted his head, looking up to face Aaron, who stood a few meters away from him. "Yeah?" "Have you got a rug or something with you?" Daryl nodded, sat back on his heels and reached for the familiar red rug in the back pocket of his jeans - only to find something what definitely didn't feel like his rug. His rug was there, too, but also something else. He frowned, but took the rug first, throwing it towards Aaron. "Thanks!" Daryl gave his friend a nod, before standing up and reaching for the other items in his pocket - which he had identified as Polaroid pictures, but the man didn't have a single clue what were on them, of course. When his gaze landed on the three pictures, his heart almost stopped beating for a second, eyes widening. He expected a lot - but not seeing you on them half naked, or well... very scarcely dressed. Goddamnit, woman, he thought, feeling his cheeks literally burn with how hard he was blushing. If he'd have found them in his tent, back at the camp, it wouldn't have been a problem, but out here? In 'public'? With all the men around him? No, he couldn't help himself but go as red as a beetroot. Nevertheless, he also couldn't help himself, but to skip through the pictures. The temptation was just too big. Just because he was slightly embarrassed, didn't mean that he didn't like what he saw... Quite the opposite. Daryl rather had to fight against the upcoming issue in his pants... On the backside of the last picture was something written on it, like he noticed. 'Thought you might need a bit distraction some time... ;)' Naughty girl, the archer thought, shaking his head. "Jus' ya wait 'til I get home..." He muttered under his breath. Revenge was sweet, after all, wasn't it?

#daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon #twd #twd fanfiction #twd fic #twd oneshot #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl dixon x reader smut #twd smut

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starinsaturn · 4 months ago

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The squishy Dino asked, so here I am once again @julia-lokidottier

Part 4 of moony quidditch commentator (If you wanna see the other parts, go on the tag on my blog)

Remus: Welcome back, everyone! To our quidditch pitch, now this time, we have interrupted our championship to raise a charity game!

Remus: I know we are all excited to see which team will win and take the cup, but this is also a very important cause!

Remus: With me today, I have one of the hosts of the charity, also the player that stood out from last game, for his amazing performance, everyone welcome the one and only, Regulus Black!

Regulus: Hello.

Remus: It’s nice to have you here, now before we start the game, can you tell us a little about the cause we are supporting today?

Regulus: Yes. This charity raises money towards attention to the cruel laws against magical creatures, and the people behind it hope they can change them once and for all.

Remus: That’s right! This is a very important cause, and I hope a lot of you are willing to collaborate, and help bring this issue to light.

Remus: Now, on a lighter note, today’s game will be Gryffindor against Hufflepuffs, and we are hoping for a great performance from the players.

Remus: Before we start, who are your bets on today, Regulus?

Regulus: Last match we faced Hufflepuff, and they were not very good, however, my brother is playing for gryffindor so I have to go with hufflepuff.

Remus: it is, in fact, the law. You may never bet on your brother’s team.

Regulus: that’s right. And I must add, if I am correct, and hufflepuff does win, I will donate double of what we can raise until the end of the game.

Remus: You heard him! If you wanna see Regulus go broke, make sure to donate! His money does come from his parent’s bank account, BUT-

Regulus: Stop wishing for my failure, the game is starting.

Remus: The quaffle is in the air, the players are ready - I hope - and the game has started! Gryffindor gets-

Regulus: What the fuck is Potter doing?

Minerva: Language, Mr. Black.

Remus: He seems to be- wait, what? James Potter, the gryffindor captain, captured the quaffle and threw it into his team’s hoop?

Regulus: What is wrong with him.

Remus: Ten points to Hufflepuff?? I guess???

James (shouting at the top of his lungs to the commentators box): YOU SAID IF HUFFLEPUFF WON YOU WERE GONNA DONATE

Regulus: Potter, that is not fair at all. Your hero complex is appreciated, but not at times like these!

James: aww he appreciates me

Remus: Well, that was something, but let’s move on- the gryffindors get the quaffle, Sirius Black being the one that-

Regulus: No fucking way

Minerva: Language.

Remus: Well, he seems to follow his captain’s lead and throw the quaffle at his team’s own hoop too!

Sirius: I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO SEE OUR PARENTS GO BROKE, REGGIE!!!

Remus: whatthefuckkkkwhydoeshelooksohotomg

Regulus:????? Seriously?

Remus: Yes, I am seriously falling for him oh my-

Minerva: Mr. Lupin, stop whispering to your microphone, nobody can hear you

Remus: Sorry, sorry. Back to the game, Hufflepuff has the quaffle, Brigous is making his way through the pitch, - and the gryffindors are making no effort to stop him - this should be a very easy point, he gets ready and-

Remus: FUCKING MISSES IT???

Minerva: Language, Mr. Lupin

Remus: HOW ARE YOU SO BAD AT FUCKING THROWING A BALL INTO A HOOP???? NOBODY WAS STOPING YOU YOU FUCKING-

Regulus: Remus, calm the fuck down, this is ridiculous.

Minerva: Language. Both of you.

Remus: James- what are you doing?

James (who flew all the way to end up in front of the commentators box): Can I get a microphone real quick?

Remus: I guess?

James: OKAY, I AM NOW SELLING MY TSHIRT FOR WHOEVER IS WILLING TO DONATE THE MOST!

Minerva: MR POTTER, THIS IS NOT AN AUCTION!

James (who is now shirtless): Too late Minnie!!

Regulus (mouth hanged open):

Remus: You good regulus?

Regulus:

Remus: Don’t worry, we all had a crush on him at some point

Regulus: what?

James: what?

Sirius: what?

Minerva: what?

Peter (works with sound by Remus’ side): True.

This one was a mess but I loved writing it so much 😭😭😭

Thanks for reading 🫶🏻

#moony quidditch commentator #marauders #james potter #gryffindor #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #regulus black #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders era #jegulus

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intoanotherworld23 · 2 years ago

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Pick Your Battles III

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: Some swear words

Summary: Bradley broke your heart when he accused you of betraying him, and you haven’t seen or spoken to him since. Until you are both called back to Top Gun to help with a dangerous mission that nobody’s ever attempted before

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✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or take credit for my work or else you will be reported✨

Part 2 Part 4

"You did amazing today." Maverick stated as he came jogging up behind you helmet in hand.

"Thanks." Giving an awkward smile as you looked over at him. "Bet I could kick your ass up there."

"I would like to see you try." He challenged you as both you laughed just like old times.

"They just all need to communicate and work as a team." Informing him wanting to get back to the reason you were here. "Some of them are worse than others."

"We'll get them flying like you in no time." He joked making you mock him with a playful tone.

"Nobody can fly like me Uncle Pete." You said proudly trying to stick your chest out like a tough guy.

"You're right about that." He nodded his head in agreement as he scoffed.

There was a few moments of silence between the both of you. Almost like you both knew what the other was thinking but didn't have to say anything. That was always something you and Pete did, and it always frustrated your father cause he could never keep up.

"It was like watching your old man flying." At the mention of your father you frowned. "How is he?"

"He's still pretty sick." Stopping as you came across his picture in the hall both of staring at it in admiration. "Just a matter of when."

"Y/N I am sorry I know how much you love him." Patting a hand on your back in comfort as you felt your eyes watering a little. "He's always been so proud of you."

Sniffling as you smiled heavily at how many times you've heard him tell you how proud he is of you. That's he's proud of you no matter what you do in life. He's always been your number one fan.

You've even talked to him about Bradley and what to do, and he's always guided you and given you a path. He's told you how much he likes Bradley and wishes the two of you would get together. He knows how pilots can be with women, but it was something about Bradley that reminded him of himself.

"I'm gonna get changed." You said making him look over at you with a quizzical look.

"You're not staying to watch me train?" He looked disappointed for a minute.

"Of course I am." Bumping his shoulder with yours making him chuckle. "I wanna watch you kick their asses as well."

"That's my girl." He walked away leaving you to enter in the locker room so you could get into something more comfortable.

As you stripped off your suit you placed it neatly in the locker your mind instantly went to Bradley. It was so awkward and intense to be flying up in the sky with him again. The whole time you could tell he was holding something back.

You know the other pilots were listening in on the radio probably wondering what was going on between you two. Hopefully is wasn't another secret of yours that Bradley would burst out for the other pilots to use against you.

Bradley did remind you of your dad when it did come to flying. Even though he was good he always managed to play by the rules even if he didn't meet the exact goal. You're father was something else when he was in the sky and you knew he missed it. When you flew with Bradley it was like flying with your father.

Bradley was always one to play it safe and play by the rules. Even when you were shouting at him what to do he argued that he knew what he was doing. If he was going to fly this mission he would have to break some rules and be more aggressive. Otherwise him and other pilots would lose their lives.

Unlike Hangman who was flying reckless and dangerously not caring about other pilots. They were his team and he would leave them dry and helpless. He clearly wasn't a team player and wanted to try and act like he was untouchable. Of course that wasn't the case when you quickly were able to shoot him down.

They were all good but you were able to shoot them all down. None of them could maneuver the tricks and skills like you learned. There was a lot to teach them and you would probably have to push them past their breaking point.

Walking out of the locker and down the hall to where the other pilots were surely listening to the others you swear you heard what sounded like Bradley and Hangman's voice. As you entered the room you saw all of them standing around the radio glued to whatever was happening or what could possibly go down.

"So Rooster you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Hangman asked making you a little nervous.

"Would it matter if I did?" His tone sarcastic making you crack a smile.

"What's with you and Frostbite?" At the mention of your name you feet were automatically moving themselves. "I mean we're you two like a thing."

"That's none of your business." He snapped back when Hangman said your name.

"Oh come on you can tell me." He was egging him on and you knew exactly where this was going to go. "Can't say I blame you though she is stunningly hot."

"And on top of that she's an admirals daughter." Bradley was seething red the more Hangman was talking about you. "I know why you went after her now."

"Shut the fuck up Hangman." Bradley shouted and before he could say another word Maverick went flying straight up between them.

"Holy shit." Hangman screeched as he lost control of his jet for a second from Mavericks sudden intrusion.

Maverick then flipped his entire jet upside down over Bradley as the two of them stared at each other. Guess this is when the both of them faced off with one another. It was just a matter of time before the two of them butter heads, and had their own personal war.

"Let's just get this over with." Maverick huffed through the mask and Bradley glared up at him.

"Fights on."

Listening through the radio waiting for what was going to happen next. You were unable to see outside what was going on, and what you didn't see was that they were flying around in circles around each other.

"What is with these two?" Hangman grumbled as he just sat back and watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

Both of them descending down in a spiral that had both of them out of breath. It was like they were playing a game waiting for the other one to make the next move. Chewing on your nail nervously as you waited for one of them to make their next move.

"How you gonna get us out of this Rooster?" Maverick spoke up making you wonder what exactly he was doing.

"You can bail out anytime sir." His tone was filled with malice like he was testing him.

"How low do you want to go?" You knew exactly what was going on now and what was on both their minds now. This was all about Bradley's dad.

"I can go as low as you." There was another meaning behind his words that only you knew. "That's saying something."

Without even realizing your hands were trembling as you overheard Hangman saying they were plummeting down. Your stomach was in knots as you thought to exactly how low both of them would go. Fearing that they would plummet to their deaths or crash.

All of the pilots were gathered literally around the radio now listening intently. Phoenix looking over at Bob who looked confused and horrified by what was going on. Nobody had any idea what was going on between these two.

"Guys the hard deck is five thousand feet." Hearing Hangman saying that had your eyes going wide not realizing how low they were actually going.

Suddenly you were seeing flashes of your failed mission as your jet was spiraling along with your wingman. Hearing him scream in panic not knowing what to do as you tried to calm him down.

Coaching him through what to do and when nothing was working you told him to eject, but he wouldn't. He kept telling you he could fix it and they would get out of this alive. You knew better than that and yet you still let him believe he could make it.

Tears filling your eyes as you remembered watching in horror as his plane crashed right into a mountain side. Crying out his name in hopes he ejected before he crashed but you never saw a parachute.

Your other two pilots jet were shot down and they crashed shortly after. Come to find out later both of them survived but they sustained horrific injuries. It was like everything was crashing down, and you were all alone.

Next thing you know something collides with your jet jolting you side to side. Seeing smoke coming from your engine realizing that you had just been hit.

"Your strategy is about to run us into the ground." Mavericks voice pulled you from your flashback as you suddenly remembered where you were.

"Come on guys pull up." Hangman yelled at both of them everyone in the room on edge as they listened in wondering what was going on.

Walking over to the window as you stared outside trying to control your own breathing. They were going to kill each other over this, and you were about to lose both of them. Closing your eyes as you let a tear slide down your cheek.

Bradley had told you that he was always afraid whenever you would fly afraid that he was going to lose you. Right now you were feeling everything what he felt, and you had feeling your heart sink to your stomach. It was like you wanted to scream at both of them but you could find your voice.

You could feel your breathing becoming more erratic and shallow. Your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. Looking back and forth outside as you tried to calm yourself down but it wasn't working.

Your throat felt like it was closing up making it harder for you to swallow. Almost like there was a lump in your throat. You were starting to become a little lightheaded, and knew you needed to get out of there.

"That's a kill." Came Mavericks voice and you felt yourself running out of the room feeling everyone's eyes on you.

As you took off down the hall you clamped a hand over your mouth as you cried out. Running into one of the rooms they were using to train. Sitting down on one of the chairs as you placed a hand over your heart.

Not knowing who you were more upset over losing. All that mattered was they both could have jeopardized their lives and you could have lost both of them. At first you were upset and terrified, but now you were angry and pissed off at them.

If they were going to complete this mission they were going to have to put aside their differences and work together. They would kill each other if they didn't talk things out. Granted you and Bradley and you were civil with one another now, and one step closer then you were before.

Maverick was going to get his ass chewed out by Admiral Simpson for what he pulled out their with Bradley. He knew this wasn't the time or place for this kind of drama, and you would hate to see both of them pulled from this mission.

When you heard people talking you knew they must have landed and were back at the base. Standing up you huffed your way down the hall ready to give both of them or one of them a piece of your mind.

Stomping into the room you saw both Bradley and Maverick talking to each other. Both of them in each other's face like they were ready to fight the other one. Watching as both their heads turned to you very angry figure standing in the doorway.

"What the hell was that?" You screamed at nobody in particular looking at both of them hands on your hips.

"Y/N." Maverick started to say but you quickly cut him off not letting him finish.

"You could have both killed your selves out there." Your body was heated and you could feel the veins popping out in your neck. "Do you realize how idiotic you both are?"

"Y/N." Bradley tried to speak up this time as he bowed his head in shame.

"I was scared to death thinking I was going to lose both of you." Hearing your voice cracking knowing you were getting emotional again.

"Y/N." Bradley spoke your name again but you were fuming, and didn't want to hear what he had to say.

"No no excuses." Throwing your hands by your side as you stepped closer to them neither of them looking at you. "I could have lost you both."

Hearing that both of them raised their heads at you in realization what you were probably thinking. The trauma you sustained losing a wingman, and what your mind was thinking as you listened to them both risking their lives like that.

"Shit Y/N I wasn't even thinking I am so sorry." Bradley stepped forward as he grabbed your hand. "I should have known better."

"We were wrong for acting like that up there." Maverick stepped right beside Bradley as they both looked at you. "I am so sorry."

"You guys clearly had no idea what was going through my mind." You hated pulling that card but you wanted them to know their actions were stupid and childish.

"You're right we shouldn't have behaved like that." Maverick frowned at you hating to see you this upset. "We were completely wrong."

Maverick glanced down to see Bradley was still holding your hand in such a delicate matter. His hand felt so warm you definitely didn't want him to let you go. It's been so long since you've been able to touch Bradley like this and feel such warmth and comfort from him.

"What were you guys trying to prove?" You asked as you slipped your hand out of Bradley's a look of disappointment on his face.

"I don't think either of us know." Maverick looked to Bradley who just nodded in agreement.

"We were just being reckless and stupid." Bradley whispered as you saw him clench his hands by his side.

"And assholes for putting me through that." They couldn't help but smile at the name calling. "And everyone else for that matter."

Both of them glancing at each other like two little boys who just got scolded by their angry mother. A part of you found it funny and wanted to laugh at their reactions, but you knew this was no laughing matter.

Hopefully you would get a chance to talk to them both privately since you had things you wanted to say to both of them. More to Bradley than Maverick.

"Please don't ever do that again." This time your voice softer as you looked between them. "Put aside your petty arguments and work together."

"I promise we won't ever do something like that again." Not caring who said that but you know they needed to be on the same page.

You were hoping one day the three of you could all get along like you did before. Not wanting to lose either one of them especially both of them. It would crush you if you never got to speak or see them again.

You knew that all Pete wanted to do was make amends with Bradley again, and have that relationship. Bradley was like a son to Pete, and he felt like he had lost a child. He wasn't going to let that happen again.

"Captain Mitchell a word." Admiral Simpson popped his head in with a stern look on his face walking away not even bothering to wait for Pete's response.

"I'll see you later." Pete mumbled before he walked out of the room leaving you and Bradley standing there looking at each other.

Guess you were going to get that private conversation sooner than you thought.

"I still don't understand Bradley." You said in a hushed tone as you looked down as your hands that were folded together. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm angry at him." Turning around to walk towards the window staring out his hands in his pockets. "He was pushing my buttons."

"Then you walk away and be the bigger person." Crossing your arms across your chest as you walked up to him.

"Can't exactly walk away when I'm in a jet." Looking over at you with a grin trying to lighten the mood scrunching you're mouth trying not to laugh. "Now can I?"

"I'm serious Bradley." Playfully shoving his shoulder making him chuckle. "You two need to dish it out on your own terms."

"I don't know if I can do that." He shook his head as his beautiful smile faded.

It hurt you to see exactly how much Mavericks decisions upset him. He was in pain and didn't know how to let go of everything that has happened. Both of you facing tasks and troubles that the other one didn't know how it felt. There was this wall between you both and you intended to break it down.

"Sometimes you just have to face up to your problems head on and know that at least you tried." Advising him as well as yourself and you know he caught on to that.

"Is that what your doing?" He asked and you looked over to see him already staring at you.

"I guess I am." Nodding to him with a whispered voice making his eyes soften like a little puppy dog.

"Let's go back to my place and we can talk some more." He suggested making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

It's been so long since you've been to his place and you wondered if everything was still the same. Thinking if this was such a good idea to be alone with him, but you didn't want to miss any opportunity you could get with him. Whether it ended good or bad.

"Yeah I'd like that." Both of you smiled at each other that glimmer of hope was getting brighter and brighter now.

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hello! sorry for sending in so much numbers before>< i’ve narrowed it down and i hope it’s okay! i’m sorry to have overwhelmed you,,,

sanhwa + kinks 7(members like being called daddy),10,11&15 + lines 33 + scenario au 69

thankiiees<333

Don't worry about it, thank you for narrowing it down a bit! Sending love! <3 x I hope you'll enjoy it alot!

PROVOCATIVE || SAN & SEONGHWA

Genre: Smut

Pairing: San x Seonghwa x Fem reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Tags/warnings: Idol!AU, stylist!reader, daddy kink, Exhibitionism (unlocked dressing room sex), semipublic sex, degrading, threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), fingering, handjob, a teeny tiny bit of mxm, getting caught, bit of namecalling (cockslut)

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ENJOY!

"Wow, Y/N," San gasped as he saw himself in the mirror, "you've really outdone yourself again in terms of sexy outfits." You laughed and continued to fix up San's top. "I'm giving the fans what they want," you said, with a wink. "Hm, and I bet you're my biggest fan... Although I've noticed Seonghwa getting slightly more provocative too, are you planning on having us more and more naked on stage?"

You rolled your eyes and secured the harnass on his body. "I see you're most interested in dressing me and Seonghwa hyung this way nowadays, what are you planning?" He was like a curious cat. An annoying one at that.

"San, honey, you are well-built. It would be a shame not to show it off, right?" You said. At that moment Seonghwa walked in, having most of his outfit on. You grinned at the way he struggled with the harnass.

"Come here you," you said as you pulled him close and fixed his outfit. "It's always us two, isn't it, hyung?" San grinned, not letting it go. "It sure it always us, but you know, she has a thing for us," he joked, but somehow there was tension in the room, as if it suddenly wasn't a joke anymore. You walked to the other side of the room to check your phone when you overheard their conversation.

"She said I should show my body off more, I think she wants me naked," San grinned, thinking you can't hear him. "She probably does," Seonghwa said, "do you think we don't see those flirtations?" "Oh you are one to talk," San laughed.

"Do you think she's a virgin?" San asked. Seonghwa nearly blushed and choked on his own saliva. "San, come on!" "I'm just saying it'd be nice to take her right here and corrupt her. Although she's too pretty to be untouched, she's got the body of a goddess."

Seonghwa's gaze lingered on your body, totally checking you out. "What do you say, hyung? Why don't we tease her a little? Why don't we just take her right here on this couch? We'll make sure nobody is in here. No one has to know..."

The eldest sighed, but his cock hardened at the thought of taking your body in his arms and fucking you relentlessly as San watched you two. "I fucking hate you," he spat before pulling him out of the room, towards the stage.

•

You congratulated the boys on the great performance and helped some of them with loosening their outfits so they could undress privately. San and Seonghwa were still waiting, just getting their mics off.

"Don't bother waiting on us, it's gonna take a while to get these off," San said, wiping some sweat off his forehead. The others left after greeting you, leaving you, San and Seonghwa alone in the room.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You brought your hands to Seonghwa's chest, helping him out of his harnass. "You're a naughty one, aren't you?" He suddenly growled. Your eyes widened as you felt San behind you, crotch pressed against your ass. "W-what are you doing?"

"Don't think we don't know what you've been doing, Y/N. You fucking want us and it's so obvious, dressing us in the tightest, sexiest clothes... You're just a little naughty aren't you?" San grunted in your ear. You swallowed thickly when you felt his erection press against you. You nodded carefully.

"You'd like it right? If we undressed here, butt-naked in front of your eyes?" Seonghwa said. He still had a gentle tone to his voice. You looked at the door, and then back into Seonghwa's eyes, nodding again. "Let me help you get out of this."

You succesfully discarded Seonghwa's stage outfit, leaving him in just his black underwear, leaving barely anything to the imagination. He looked so good, body so toned and chiseled. When you looked behind you San was already out of his pants and busy to undo his top. You helped him get out of it and then ran your hands over his bare chest. His big fucking chest.

San kissed you passionately, lips moving aggressively against you. Soon enough you completely lost yourself in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt Seonghwa's hands on your hips, tugging on your skirt that succesfully slid down your legs. He nearly gasped at the sight of your pink lacy panties, praying to the lord that he wouldn't go to hell for what he and his best friend were about to do.

San broke off the kiss and undid your blouse, throwing it on the floor, leaving you in just your bra and panties. His lips attached to your neck quickly, as did Seonghwa's. His plush lips travelled to your shoulders and all the way down to your lower back. He got on his knees hand soon enough got his hands on your ass, squeezing and squishing it a few times.

"Shouldn't we switch? Knowing you're the boob-guy and I'm the ass-man?" San suggested, and Seonghwa groaned, as he slightly bit the flesh of your ass, making you squeel. "Mhm, but she's quite juicy so I need another minute," he mumbled.

San grinned and attached his lips to your neck again. Seonghwa yanked your panties down and literally kissed your ass. Never in a million year had you imagined Ateez's Seonghwa to fucking kiss. Your. Ass. God.

He got up and unclasped your bra, throwing it on the floor next to your panties. "Aren't you so fucking delicious, Y/N, you're so hot, so easy for us," San grunted in your ear as his hands slid over your back and ass. "Such a fucking naughty girl," Seonghwa agreed.

"Bend over," San ordered and you didn't know how fast to obey him. You bended yourself over the seat of the black velvet couch, revealing your ass and awaiting sex to him. Seonghwa seemed to have dropped to his knees behind you, ready to savour you.

Seonghwa's hands felt cold against your skin but his warm tongue soon made up for it as it licked your wet slit. You whined out his name as you felt him suck and lick your clit. San stood in next to you and took off his underwear, revealing his thick, rigid cock.

"My God," you panted, mouth watering at the sight of his length. You moved back, letting San sit down on the couch before bending over again so Seonghwa could lick your pussy.

You were turned into a whiny mess by the eldest as you took San's hardness into your hands, pumping it up and down slowly. Just seeing you handle his dick with two hands made him lose his mind. "Fuck baby," he moaned out. "It's so fucking good, my naughty little girl, you look so pretty while Seonghwa eats your little cunt right?"

You swallowed thickly and nodded, moaning out his name repeatedly. "Bet you've been thinking about it so many times, haven't you?" You nodded eagerly. "Yes! Yes fuck, I've been wanting this for so long! God I've wanted Seonghwa's tongue inside me for so long, so long," you cried out.

"Just Seonghwa hm? What about my cock? You've never thought of me fucking you relentlessly? Fucking you until you're too weak to stand?"

"Yes! Yes, yes I am, oh, God I'm cumming! Y-yes, y-yes I'm cumming," you cried out, resting your head on San's muscular thigh as Seonghwa's tongue got you to your climax.

Seonghwa panted out and smirked as he came up again. "You are really fucking tasty princess, care to taste me now?" He asked. "Hey what about me?" San protested. "What about I suck both of you off? Sit down, you," you said as you gestured Seonghwa to sit next to San.

He removed his boxers and sat down next to his friend. He felt much more shy being naked with his friend, but neither of you seemed to care so he just let himself go. You admired their bodies, licking your lips as you felt yourself dripping for them.

Seonghwa's cock wasn't as thick as San's but it definitely was long, clearly able to get the job done. You scooched to the middle of them a little more and wrapped your hands around the base of their dicks. You licked a stripe up Seonghwa's cock, from the base all the way to the tip, and then wrapped your lips around it, sucking it softly.

He breathed heavier as he watched your tongue swirl around the head of his dick, throwing his head back in pleasure. San smirked as he watched Seonghwa buck his hips up into your mouth, forcing you to take more of him. "That's it, suck that fucking cock," he grunted as you jerked his own dick off.

It was a sinful sight to see, such a beautiful lady on her knees for 2 of the most popular idols around these days, switching between taking their cocks in her hot, wet mouth. Every now and then you switched to the other and that's when you jerked them off, making sure neither of them got neglected.

Suddenly San grabbed your hair and pulled you off his cock. "I say it's time to fill your pretty little cunt now, what do you say, sweetie?" San suggested. You nodded eagerly and got up, moving to Seonghwa and sitting in his lap. San smirked and wrapped his hand around Seonghwa's length, guiding it into your awaiting pussy.

"God, that feels so good," Seonghwa moaned out as you moved your hips slowly, riding his cock. "You look so good like this, like a real dirty girl, I fucking love those," San growled as he fisted his cock at the same pace you fucked yourself on Seonghwa's dick.

"Bet you've been thinking about our cocks so many times while you stuffed us in those tight leather and latex pants, driving us fucking insane," Seonghwa panted. "Y-Yes! Yes I've been wanting to fuck you guys so bad, I-I keep thinking about it and imagining it everytime I touch myself, I-I can't go without it! I-I always imagine you when I screw other guys, a-always!"

"Bet you want them to fuck you too, don't you?" Seonghwa smirked, "want the other members too? Bet you want to ride Wooyoung's pretty nose, hm? Ride Yunho's big dick? Bet that that's what you fucking want," he grunted. "Yes! Yes I want it all, I wanna be used by you all!"

Seonghwa held your hips tight and fucked up into you with so much force he gave you no choice but to cum on his cock instantly, making you clench down on him. You cried his name loudly as he fucked you full of his cum, letting out the most sinful moans anyone has ever heard.

Before you could come down from your high you were already thrown in San's lap. San laid you down on the couch and hovered above you, sliding his cock into your slick cunt immediately.

"Fuck, honey, you feel like fucking heaven," he moaned. He pistoned his cock inside you at an inhumane pace, letting go of himself fully. "Please, San! Please!" You begged him for more. "Is it not enough, angel? Am I not fucking you hard enough? You're so slutty aren't you? Just a little slut for our cocks," he smirked as he repeatedly hit his g-spot.

Suddenly there were footsteps to be heard, getting closer and closer to the door, only riling San up more, causing him to fuck into you at an even harder pace. The door swung open and you couldn't see who it was, but you guessed it must've been the make-up staff coming in to pick up their supplies. The door was quickly shut again after a silenced scream, muffled by a hand. But you could hardly focus on the fact that you just got caught railing two Kpop idols, cause San was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow.

Seonghwa was still so painfully hard as he watched the two of you and he was ready to release another time as he fucked his cock into his fist, hovering above your torso. San smirked and took Seonghwa's cock in his hand, flicking his wrist just right and helping him cum all over your tits as he moaned out loudly.

It didn't take long before San released his seeds inside you, climaxing so hard he swore he was gonna see stars. The feeling of him filling you up made you cum again, coming undone on San's dick.

He rode out your orgasm before pulling out of you, smirking at the sight of you. You panted softly, regaining your breath as you sat up, a little dizzy from the rough session. Seonghwa gently cleaned his cum from your chest and thighs before letting you get dressed again.

"Well that was a surprise," you said, grinning. "Was it? I saw this coming from miles away," San winked.

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