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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Pack Tactics (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Fem!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Couple, Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2896 words

Summary: You are in a wonderful relationship with your sweet partner, Gray. But this far into the relationship, you’ve yet to tell him you have no intentions ever of having kids. You can’t help but wonder, how will your child-loving werewolf boyfriend will react?

Request: I live for very specific comfort! No pressure if this doesn’t inspire you or if you just don’t want to write it obvi.... but could I have a f!reader x m!werewolf where the reader is 100% sure she doesn’t want to have kids ever never ever in any capacity and is worried about how her werewolf bf is going to react, worried she’ll be dumped or something (ya know cause idk I feel like werewolves are built with a breeding kink and like into the whole having a lot of pups) there can be smut if you want!! I love me some dramatic angst comfort :)))))))

A/N: Sorry this took so long y’all, school and stuff has been kicking my ass. But writing this sweet little fic has been a nice reprieve from my work. Hope you enjoy!

“Alright, I’ll get the chicken, the asparagus, and the pasta. You’ve got the wine and the dessert?”

“Sure thing.”

The two of you nod, Gray stepping away from the grocery cart before you call out to him.

“And not one of those huge tubs of ice cream.”

Gray emits a dramatic whine, pouting.

“But the big one is 25 cents cheaper than those little pints. It’s practically free!”

You furrow your brow and pat him on the shoulder.

“Not if we don’t finish them, they aren’t. Now go.” Gray rolls his eyes, clutching his heart and throwing his head back. You playfully push him, walking away with the grocery cart and towards the deli section. You can see the top of Gray’s wild brown hair as he moves into the next aisle, his 6’5” form towering over all the little old ladies who usually crowd the store.

You’re browsing the chicken, trying to decide between 2 breasts or a full rotisserie, when a familiar sound reaches you.

“Oh! If it isn’t ____.” You forcibly paint a smile, fingers automatically clenched around the stellafoam package as you turn to see your next door neighbor Mrs. Star. Her teased, bleached blonde hair teeters on top of her head, bobbing back and forth with the clack of her neon blue heels. While you can respect the 60-year old for digging her feet in and refusing to update her wardrobe from the 80’s, her pension for gossip is a little less admirable. “Shocked to see you out and about, what with that big ol boyfriend of yours.” She says, blue eyeshadow crinkling into a wink and nudging you with your elbow. You wheeze a bit, quickly covering it with a laugh. “Back in our honeymoon phase, Richard and I barely left the bedroom. And he was half-way balding back then, not the babe-a-rama you got going over there.” Mrs. Star’s laugh reaches a pitch almost too high for your human ears to pick up, maybe even giving Gray 2 aisles over a headache.

“Well, y’know, gotta keep our energy up.” You wince, immediately berating yourself for that comment. Mrs. Star throws her hand up in a “oh, you” gesture, letting out another half-whistle half-screeching chuckle.

“Oh I do, honey, I do.” She sends you another dramatic wink, which you return with a shaky smile. The corner of your cart bumps into hers as you begin walking along the meat aisle, trying to forcibly end this interaction. But Mrs. Star pulls off an impressive turn with her cart and strolls alongside you. She does little to hide her wandering eyes, trying to piece together any juicy info from your groceries. “So, are you two trying for kids yet?”

The wheels squeal to a sudden stop, forcing you to choke on your saliva as the shopping cart’s handle digs into your stomach. You keep your gaze locked on the frozen steaks and turkeys, already way past the chicken you meant to grab.

“Uhhh, no. We’re not really in the phase of our relationship yet.”

Mrs. Star clicks her tongue, pressing her hand to her chest in a show of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, dearie. Old habits you see, whenever a new couple moves in together I assume they’re halfway to the wedding already. You young kids like to take it slow, huh?”

You nod, hastily grabbing a package of buffalo wings, hoping for an excuse to escape this conversation.

Mrs. Star continues to walk by you, her cart blocking off any convenient means to leave unless you significantly pick up her speed. Her eyes glance over the sweats sat in a display in the center of the aisle, humming a small tune.

The end of the aisle is approaching, you’re almost home free! You ready your feet to book it with an excuse, but Mrs. Star clears her throat and begins to speak.

“Now dearie, I don’t mean to pry-”

What do you call these last 3 minutes, Star?

“But I’d at least pop on a ring on that finger soon. Someday someone’s going to snatch that boy up like a piece of meat, saying all the right things. Men got all those suspicions about over-the-hill pregnancies, his eyes might start wandering. That’s how my first divorce went, so I should know.”

You pull your cart to a stop, breathe catching as you look at Mrs. Star, shocked. You can handle some inappropriate questions, but to question your boyfriend’s loyalty and insulting your relationship is crossing another line. Your brows furrow with a simmering anger, your cheeks heating up as you're ready to let loose.

“Well, Mrs. Star, if you must know I have the most wonderful boyfriend on this side of the planet, and unlike your deadbeat first husband, he’s as loyal as they can be.” Mrs. Star looks at you, eyes widened and right hand halfway to grab a pack of oreos. You huff, pushing your cart away from hers and towards the cash register. Right before you leave her sight, you turn back to her with a simpering smirk. “Have a great day, Mrs. Star!”

Your heart is heaving with anger, prepping a rant to Gray about the horrible interaction you just had. On the other side of the store, you spot Gray, his curly hair all tussled, holding a large Rosé and a package of ice cream sandwiches. Just the sight of his back calms you a bit, excited for some delicious food and late-night cuddles. You jog a little towards him, but slow down when you see him crouch down, looking at something hidden from your sight.

You turn your shopping cart slightly, trying to peer behind his massive form, and freeze.

Gray’s sticking out his tongue, pushing up his nose, and making many more silly gestures to a baby in a stroller. The baby laughs, it’s chubby cheeks bright red as Gray blows another raspberry, thrashing its arms up and down with joy. The dad is laughing at Gray’s antics, leaning down and patting his kid on the head.

Gray promptly stands up, sending another big smile to the kid, before waving goodbye. The six-month-old waves back, uncoordinated and decidedly adorable. Gray laughs, turning away and walking towards you.

Your feet feel cemented to the floor, heart down in your stomach.

He’s a natural, you think, nausea building up in your throat.

Gray was the oldest of eight, not a large number for a werewolf family. You adored them, and they you, but Gray had a way of dealing with his youngest siblings. Whether it was letting them climb all over him like a jungle gym, or attending imaginary tea parties, Gray was a pro. He was the guy to cram himself into a tiny chair at the kids table, eating tiny cookies and cracking jokes. ‘Dad’ seemed to be stamped into his very being, the cuddly werewolf with a love of children. He’s any mother-in-law’s dream.

But all those sweet things turn sour when you think about what Mrs. Star said. Gray, moving on without you.

Gray’s eyes light up when he sees your cart, jogging over and holding up the bottle of wine like a prize.

“Hey!” He says, quickly sliding an arm around your waist and giving you a peck on the cheek. “I got your favorite, and those delicious mint-chocolate sandwiches.”

His happy voice and comforting touch help abate whatever it is your feeling, but the way Gray’s brow furrows tells you your discomfort is present in your eyes. “Is everything okay?” His large hand comes up and rubs your shoulder. You give him a shaky smile, fighting away negative thoughts with a bat.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

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Wet fur presses up against your bare neck as you lazily stir the boiling water, Gray’s shifted muzzle now snug in the crook of your shoulder, the white flecks across his dark fur peeking into your periphery. Your free hand instinctively goes back to scratch between his ears, causing him to let out a satisfied huff, hot air blowing across your chest.

“That smells good baby.”

“It’s just salt and water Gray. The pasta’s barely al dente.”

Gray laughs, turning his head slightly so he can press a small kiss onto your cheek.

“You could make even that taste delicious, ____”

You dramatically roll your eyes, pushing away his chin as he continues to peck and nip at your neck. After showering Gray always made sure to rub in some cherry-blossom leave-in conditioner into his fur. The artificial perfumes just lightly touch your senses, but the mental connection they have to Gray make them smell that much sweeter. You turn and give him a quick kiss on the lips, patting his shoulder once more.

“Do you mind setting the table? Maybe get started on those messy dishes?”

“No problem.” Gray mumbles, reluctantly pulling away from you and tugging up the towel that hangs loose on his hips. He barely needs to reach for your fancy plates on the top shelf, his chest muscles flexing and bicep taut. Even with his thick fur, you can see the bone of his clavicle which accentuates his long neck.

God, he’s so hot.

You think, smirking a bit as you continue stirring.

And all mine.

You hum, but the cheery mood you’re in quickly sours once you remember your conversation with Mrs. Star. That small seed of doubt seems to grow and leech from your chest.

2 years into this relationship and the two of you have only danced around the conversation of the future. You of course had agreed on living together, what your career paths looked like, even the potential of getting married in a couple years, but never kids. As two 20-somethings, you felt like you had all the time in the world.

But the thing was, you didn’t really need all the time in the world.

You didn't want kids. Even with your family or your neighbors needing that your opinion “might change some day,” you were confident in that decision. Not that you hated them, you just could never picture yourself being a mom. A fun aunt, maybe, but never a mom. It wasn’t even a point of contention in your own mind; The picture of you, your partner, and maybe a couple of pets thriving into your elders was bliss enough.

You sneak a glance to Gray, now clothed and back turned to you as he sets the table. He’s diligently folding the napkins into fun shapes, a ritual he does every date night. From the hole in his jeans you can see his tail wagging, content as he hums to the low radio playing on the window sill.

A smile crawls onto your face, a small giggle escaping you as you watch Gray’s hips bob to the beat, silently mouthing the words. You snort as he does a dramatic little shoulder shift, Gray’s head whipping back towards the kitchen as you throw your hand over your mouth.

“What, don't you like my moves?” Gray says, shimmering his shoulders again, a large grin across his face.

“They could use some work, Kevin Bacon.” Gray clutches his chest, throwing his head back in mock pain.

“You wound me. After all these years, you would cut me so deep?”

“Sure would.” You turn back towards the simmering pasta, setting the wooden spoon on the rim and brushing your hands on your jeans. “Oof!” You squeak as you yanked away, Gray wrapping his arms around your waist, twirling you in a stumbling circle.

“And how ‘bout now, m’lady?” Gray simpers, eyebrow cocked. Your hands slap his chest as you laugh. He lets your feet back down on the floor, but keeps his arms locked around your waist. The two of you slow dance to the beat, and when the chorus hits, Gray gives his worst rendition possible. You bemoan and feign plugging your ears, but find yourself singing along anyway.

Everything about Gray is warm and bright, from his goofy grin to his excitable tail to his two left feet. He adds that pep of energy to your daily routine, pulling you out of an exhausting cycle for a quick jog to the beach or an episode of your favorite drama. Gray fills out all of those little spaces, makes them a little less gray.

Your head rests against his chest, feeling the fur through the fabric of his t-shirt as the two of you sway back and forth.

You want it to stay this way.

But that pestering weed squeezes your heart again, forcing images of Gray with a kid on his shoulders. Showing up to little-league football games with a big cooler and a “#1 dad” T-shirt. All those little moments, all without you.

You can’t fight the deep sigh, pressing your face even deeper into Gray.

Just let me have this. Just this moment, just for now.

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“Ugh, I think my stomach is going to explode from excess-pasta.”

Gray huffs, laying his head on your lap as the two of you slump onto the couch. His tail wags lazily, flickering back and forth as his legs swing over the coach's side, his long torso bunched up as he curls into you. The fur of his head is soft as you twist your fingers into it. “But I gotta say, what a way to go out.”

You giggle, losing your thoughts in his soft fur. Gray lets out another deep breath, nuzzling his face into your hand. You brush over his cheek with your thumb, admiring the cheekbone you feel just underneath.

But that burning question refuses to leave your mind, and you ask it without even thinking.

“Do you want kids, Gray?”

Gray’s eye’s stay closes, his posture relaxed as he sinks into your massaging fingers.

“Hmmm, maybe. Never really thought too much about it. Why?”

Your throat dries up, mind reeling. It wasn’t even a definitive yes, but your heart is still reeling. Your fingers pause and Gray's eyes open. He shifts his head when he sees the look on your face, concerned. “Babe?”

You nod, eyes still wide, trying to fight off the inklings of a panic attack. Gray pushes himself up on his elbows, paw quickly coming to caress your cheek. “Baby, is everything alright?”

You find the energy to breathe, and suck in deeply. Your heart begins to slow down as you look into Gray’s yellow wolf eyes. You dig your cheek into his large palm, smelling the perfume of his conditioner.

“Yes, sorry, I just-” You pause, taking another deep breath. “I ran into Mrs. Star in the grocery store, and-I’m sorry I’m overthinking things.” You mutter, patting yourself on the cheek as to snap yourself out of your mood. Grays other hand rubs the back of your neck.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. Did she say something?”

“No-Well, yes. It’s silly, typical Star things. She just brought up how ‘ought to get started having kids, and it just-” You let out a shaky sigh, pulling away Gray’s hand with your own and looking him straight in the eye. “I don’t want to have kids, ever.”

In Gray’s eyes, you expect to….something. Confusion, disappointment, maybe? But instead, all you see is relief. Gray rests his paw on your thigh, squeezing it.

“_____, is that what you’ve been worrying about?” You nod, throwing your eyes back down, but Gray tilts your chin towards him. “If you don’t want kids, we won’t have kids. Simple as that.”

Your eyes widen and you pull your face back.

“Seriously? But-what if-”

“____, I grew up with eight siblings. I’m going to have to deal with more nieces and nephews then I can count on my fingers and my toes, I think I can handle not having kids.”

A weight lifts off of your chest and you slump forward into Gray, pressing your forehead against his clavicles as you let out a long, relieved sigh. He laughs, patting your back and kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry you had to deal with this all day, I didn’t even realize you were so upset.”

You slap his chest, letting out another frustrated sigh. With him? No, but yourself, and Mrs. Star, for stirring up nightmares for no damn good reason.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine for being so paranoid.” You press your chin up, pouty lips admiring your boyfriend's face. “I’m sorry for freaking out. She really got me into my own head.”

“No apologies needed baby.” Gray says, giving you a small peck. You send him a cheesy smile, chasing after his lips with a couple of small kisses. A low rumble growls out from his chest as you nip at his jawline. Behind him, you hear his tail begin to hump on the floor.

“Hmm, does that mean you feel better?” You nod, pressing another kiss into his pulse point.

“Yes, thank you for letting me get that out.” Another kiss, now on his Adam’s apple.

“Welp,” Gray says, quickly adjusting himself. In another second, you yelp as he picks you up by your butt, legs quickly wrapping around his waist, “Let’s give Mrs. Star something to talk about, hmm?”

You throw your head back with a laugh, clinging tight to his chest as Gray blows a raspberry into your neck. “That good with you, my lady?”

You nod, giving him another kiss on the lips as he carries you off into the bedroom.

Yeah, you have it good.

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viking-raider · 4 years

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The Crimson Moon *MATURE*

Summary: Your friend drags you out to a strip club for your birthday. But, you end up with more than just a lap dance from one mustached, blue-eyed stripper.

Pairing: August Walker/You

Word Count: 8,716

Rating: MATURE - Smut, Language, Lap Dances, Strippers, Stalking (if you squint hard enough) Oral - F Receiving, Light Dom!August, Light Bondage, Expeditionism, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Cream Pie, Double life

Inspiration: This Anon @littlefreya received (x)

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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The Crimson Moon

Flashed the sign on the front of the building your friend was dragging you into.

The building, as the sign indicated, was a Crimson-Red color, accented with Charcoal-Black, the parking lot was dimly lit, giving the whole place a secretive and hushed vibe about it. You didn't want to go into it even more, the closer you got to it, even though you knew it wasn't like the seedy, Club O on 12th street, downtown. The Crimson Moon was a high-end and classy establishment, you needed a membership to enter this strip club, or you knew someone that one.

Enter your best friend, Baeli.

Baeli had an unapologetic obsession with men, typically, Chippendales, Firefighters or Cop type males. She had a reputation for going to the Crimson Moon and tipping the strippers so well, her membership was upgraded to Gold, which was how she was allowed to kidnap you and force you into going with her.

“Bae, I don't want to spend my birthday in a strip club.” You complained, sighing as you both stopped at the door leading inside.

“Oh, come on!” Baeli huffed, flipping her blond hair at you, the powerful wall of her perfume hitting you square in the nose. “Let's see one show, then we'll go somewhere you wanna spend your birthday.”

You gave her a dubious look, you had been friends with her since Grade One, and knew when she was talking out of her bleached ass.

“Pinkie swear.” She sighed, rolling her eyes and stuck her powdered-pink, French manicure pinkie finger out towards you.

Growling and rolling your eyes back, neither of you ever broke a pinkie swear. “Fine.” You groaned, hooking your plain pinkie finger with hers. “Pinkie swear, then we're going to Nathan's pub and getting shots.”

“Fine.” Baeli groaned, she hated going to Nathan's, but like how you sucked up going to the club with her, she'll suck up going to the pub with you.

“Card.” A beefy doorman growled, thrusting out his hand towards Baeli.

Baeli opened the clutch that hung from her forearm, revealing a huge wad of cash, there wasn't a bill lower than a ten amongst them. Fishing around the thick bundle of money, Baeli removed a glittering gold card, the name Crimson Moon written on it, over the image of red thumbnail moon, with her name and membership number.

“A pleasure to have you again, Ms. Evans.” The doorman said, swiping her card in a reader and handing it back to her, his almost mafia bodyguard demeanor washing away into a surprisingly polite and gentlemanly attitude.

“This is my guest.” Baeli said, smiling at you over her shoulder. “It's her birthday.” She added, with a sly smirk.

The doorman looked you over, lifting a brow at your black, knee length and sleeveless halter top dress, hugging your body just right with your black flats. You saw the corner of his lip twitch, and knew that you passed the club's strict dress code, it worked out with Baeli helping you decide what to wear on your birthday. You didn't care, if you were going to stay home and nurse a bottle of wine on your own, while watching ridiculous tv shows, you just wanted to feel gorgeous on your big day.

“Enjoy yourselves, ladies.” The doorman said, opening the blacked out door for you both, with a slight bow of his head. “Happy birthday.” He added quietly, as you walked by him and into the club.

“Thank you.” You whispered back as the door closed behind you.

Looking around, you felt the illusion of the club, it was larger on the inside than it was on the outside. The carpeting was dark red and black abstract, with spots of steel-gray. There were in-laid, circle lights in the floor, showing the way to the bar and to the seated section, right in front of the stage and a hallway off the side. The whole place was dimly lit, with the runner lights and turned down low sconces, as well as the various lights on the stage, to light the performance of the strippers.

Baeli grabbed your hand and guided you to the bar. “One rum and coke.” She told the single bartender. “And a mojito, please.”

The bartender nodded his head at her, silently, and started moving about, grabbing the two different glasses for the drinks and started building them, impressively, at the same time, using one hand for the mojito and the other for the rum and coke.

“That's pretty cool.” You commented, nodding your hand at him as he set a napkin on the bar top, then your rum and coke on it, setting it in front of you.

“Thanks.” He whispered, quietly, then moved on to another customer.

“Come.” Baeli said, taking a sip of her mojito through the teeny black straw, then turned towards the stage. “The next show is starting.” She informed you.

A smooth and deep voice came over an intercom system wired throughout the immaculate building, it smelled like sandalwood, money and unfulfilled fantasies. You followed Baeli to the front row, shocker, you thought. It wasn't that your best friend was a slut or anything, she just had a really strong fetish for men, even though, nine and a half times out of ten, they were complete losers, that treated her badly, had a criminal history or were married.

Didn't stop Baeli though.

“Welcome to the Crimson Moon, where you'll always be driven mad by our full moons.” the silky voice said, smoothly.

“Christ, that's cliché.” You snorted, sipping your drink and sitting down at the table with Baeli.

“Ssshh.” Baeli hushed you, annoyed.

“Tonight, we have just what every woman needs in her life, The Hammer.” The voice continued, dropping his tone to a low timber at the end of his sentence.

You looked over at Baeli, rolling your eyes at how stupid that sounded, a stripper named, 'the Hammer', did they have a Screwdriver and Power Saw, as well? But, Baeli was losing her mind, grinning like mad and bouncing in her seat, if her face got any redder with her excitement, you'd mistake her for a Crimson Moon.

“Oh, we're in so much luck!” She bubbled at you, with a full and toothy grin. “He is so handsome, a total hunk of man. He could fuck me through the floor and all I'd be able to do, is thank him and ask for more.”

“You say that about every man you encounter, Bae.” You replied, shaking your head at her, not at all impressed or excited, you looked forward to him doing his routine and getting out of here to get to Nathan's.

“I mean it with this one.” Baeli replied, unstoppable. “The Hammer is a total package, just you wait! By the time he finishes his routine, your panties will be soaked.” She beamed, then got a wolfish look on her face.

“That is, if you're wearing any.”

You narrowed your eyes at her in disgust. “I'm wearing underwear, you weirdo.” You huffed at her, shifting and feeling the elegant, lace panties you had on.

The lights lining the edge of the stage turned on and moved low against the stage, illuminating the floor and the simple black curtain backdrop. A low hum of music pumped through hidden speakers, you could feel the bass in your chest and the soles of your flats, it was a pleasant beat. Baeli fidgeted with excitement as the black satin curtain opened and you saw the biggest guy you had ever seen in your life. He was well over six foot, two hundred pounds of well packaged muscle, broad shoulders and chest. You were sure he was the reason the phrase, 'thick thighs save lives' was coined, they were as big around as tree trunks, held snug in the black slacks he wore. Your eyes trailed up his long legs, licking your lips as your eyes moved over his torso, he was moving slowly, rolling his hips as his big hands moved to the button of his shirt, nimble fingers gently pushing the clear button through the hole. You didn't know how the hell he managed it, but he somehow made unbuttoning a shirt sexy; you bit your lip as his chest slowly came into view as more buttons came undone.

Half of his buttons were free by the time your eye finally met his, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. 'Fuck, he's gorgeous'. His hooded Cerulean-Blue eyes met yours and a smirk tugged up the corner of his lip, a light scruff on his cheeks and sharp jawline with a well taken care of mustache. 'Damn it, Baeli.' you thought, feeling the slick warmth start to pool in your black lace panties. The smirk on his face grew, his attentive and observant eyes noticing the slight movements of your knees as you tried to ignore the tingling feeling there and the slightly embarrassed look in your eyes.

He let his now unbuttoned shirt slip off his arms, revealing thick and strong arms underneath. Your eyes flared as he smoothed his palms over his chest, the bump of his defined abs, and to the buckle of his belt.

“Oh god.” You whimpered into your drink, eyes glued to his hands as they tugged open the buckle of his belt, then slowly pulled the clearly expensive leather from the loops of his pants. “Oh Jesus.” You whined, chewing on your lip and unable to look away.

“I told you.” Baeli chuckled into your ear. “He must like you, his eyes haven't left yours, since he came on.”

“He's just doing his job.” You mumbled into your glass, your own eyes still locked on his.

His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his slacks and shoved them down, kicking them off the stage, and making some girl on the other side of the stage squeal, scrambling to grab them off the floor, but he was still focused on you, still gently moving as he stood there in a silk thong, that just barely contained his overflowing package.

“Oh good god.” You gasped, mouth falling open.

“That's right, honey!” Baeli yelled out, pulling out several large bills from the wad of cash in her clutch and stuffed them in the tip jar at the end of the stage, since you weren't allowed to touch the performers.

“I need another drink.” You squeaked, as you met his eyes again, then got up and rushed over to the bar, feeling his blue orbs follow you. “Rum and coke, extra rum.” You told the bartender as he approached you, throat tight.

When the bartender set your refilled glass down in front of you, you shamelessly chugged it down, trying to get the burning feeling your mind, and pussy, to go away with the strong and chilled beverage, but it didn't seem to work, the alcohol only heated your skin up even more. There was a room full of claps and whistles behind you, signaling the end of the man's dance, and relaxed as the sizzling feeling of his eyes on you vanished as he returned to the backstage.

“I think you might have hurt his feelings.” Baeli said, coming up behind you. “Rushing off like that.”

“I'm sure all the cash you practically threw at him will buffer that burn.” You told her, dabbing at your mouth with the napkin from under your glass. “Let's go.” You told her, setting your empty glass on the bar top, and turned towards her.

“We can't.” She frowned at you, shaking her head.

“Why the hell not?” You snapped at her, narrowing your eyes at her.

“Because, I set up a private lap dance for you.” She replied with an excited grin.

“Oh no.” You shook your head at her, licking your lip. “Absolutely not!”

“Absolutely yes.” She nodded back, getting annoyed with you. “That is an expensive dance, so you have to take it.”

“No, I don't. You do it and I'll wait in the car.”

“I can't, I'm not the birthday girl, you are.” Baeli shook her head at you and held out a key to you, dangling from a black and red moon shaped key tagged. “Off you go, or I'll drag you there by your hair.”

“Christ.” You huffed at her, snagging the key from her. “You and the hair pulling.” You chided her.

“The room number is on the tag.” She told you, grinning like she was sending you off to the wolves.

You looked down at the tag as you walked towards the hallway off the side of the stage where all of the private rooms were, and found Room Six. Biting your lip and taking a deep breath, you slotted the key into the door and stepped inside, closing it behind you. The room was decorated much like the rest of the club, but with a single comfortable chair and a closed circuit camera in one of the top corners of the room, and one other door across from you. Your heart was pounding against your ribs, you had never gotten a lap dance before, this was only your second time in a strip club, so you were uncomfortable. The door across from you opened and your heart started to beat even harder, seeing the blue eyed, mustached man from the stage step into the room with you.

“You.” He smirked at you, licking his upper lip as he closed his door.

“Yeah.” You squeaked, trembling, he was so much bigger up close.

He chuckled, seeing your nervousness and motioned to the chair. “Sit.”

Hesitating for a moment, you slipped into the chair, feeling even smaller compared to him now, melting into the chair as he stepped closer to you. He planted a hand on each of the arm rests and leaned down over you, bringing his face so close to yours, you saw the brown fleck in the upper corner of his blue eyes. He smelled so good, like dark vanilla, leather bound books and sandalwood from his beard and mustache oil; you were unconscious of slightly leaning towards him and taking in a stronger breath, wanting to be immersed in his scent. He smirked at you and leaned down closer, your nose deliciously close to the hollow of his neck and collarbone.

“I hear, it's your birthday.” He whispered softly into your ear.

“Yeah.” You nodded, enchanted and almost drugged by his scent and presence.

“Well, then.” He purred, his lips brushing your ear, the soft hairs of his mustache tickling the rim of your lobe. “I'll have to give you an extra bit of attention.” He cooed at you, fingertips meeting the sensitive spot behind your opposite ear and smoothed down the side of your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Birthday girl.” His voice was husky, his hot breath warming your chilled skin and making you shiver.

“Sweet Jesus.” You whimpered, feeling the heat of his breath rippling through your body and to your pussy, drenching your panties even more, and you were sure, as you watched his eyes darken, that he could smell it.

“Not Jesus, birthday girl.” He chucked, moving back some, his hands moving to the collar of his shirt, he had clothed himself since his performance, you couldn't remember how long ago. “Just the Hammer.” He murmured, his voice smooth like chocolate.

“Do you usually go to strip clubs on your birthday?” He asked, undoing another button.

“No.” You whispered, out of breath and hyper-focused on his rapidly appearing chest, that your hands tingled to be able to touch. “I usually stay home or go to Nathan's pub.” You mumbled, brain going on autopilot.

“Doesn't sound very fun.” He rasped, tugging one side of his now unbuttoned shirt from where it was tucked into his ridiculously tight waistband.

“I don't like celebrating.” You goggled at his exposed torso.

“Hm.” He hummed with a sly smirk, wrapping a big hand around your wrist and pulled up your hand so you pressed your palm flat against his chest.

Despite the heat in the room,—was the room hot or was it you—his skin was cool to the touch, like he has been sitting under a pleasant air conditioner before coming into the room. You whimpered softly, pressing your hand firmer to his groomed, but hairy, chest and slid down, feeling the nub on his nipple harden under the heat of your palm, before rubbing your thumb over each bump of his six-pack. Smirking, he tugged the other side of his shirt free, gently grinding against you and tossing his shirt over the back of your chair.

“Go on.” He purred, lips brushing your warm cheek. “I know you want to touch me more than that.” He whispered into your ear, before taking it between his pearly-whites.

“Is that even allowed?” You found yourself asking, without meaning too.

“It's private, we can do damn near anything in here,” he hummed low in his throat. “As long as we're both consenting.” He added, softer, sending a shiver down your back.

Your other hand reached up and gripped that etched hip peeking out from the top of his slacks and dug your nails into his skin, making him hiss and bite your neck, all the while, pressing closer to you, one hand braced on the back of the couch and the other cupping your neck. You felt the firm and long rub of something, then noticed the very visible bulge straining his slacks, inches from you, and panicked. You planted both hands on his chest and pushed him away, jumping up from the chair, all flustered and embarrassed.

“I'm sorry.” You squeaked, making for the door.

Sighing heavily, but smiling at your shy and hasty departure, he plucked his shirt from the back of the chair and exited out of the door he came in through.

“So, how was it?” Baeli asked, sitting at the bar, while she waited for you. “It wasn't very long.”

“It was long enough.” You told her, muddled. “Can we go to Nathan's now?” You asked her, almost begging, you wanted to get out of the Crimson Moon in case, the Hammer, decided to follow after you.

Baeli rolled her eyes, but nodded her head. “All right, fine.” She sighed, slapping a fifty on the bar top and headed for the door.

Relieved, you followed Baeli back out to her car and slipped into the passenger seat, you watched the Crimson Moon sink into the distance as Baeli drove you both to the pub, twenty minutes away. With a sigh, you slipped into a booth seat at Nathan's Pub, which had been your watering hole since college, the alcohol was decent, the staff was incredible and the food was spot on, what else would you want out of an establishment?

Importantly, no hot men grinding on you and making you question your morals.

You and Baeli shared a drink and the waitress, who knew you quite well, showed up at your table with a slice of cake, a single candle burning on it, then several other staff, a couple patrons and Baeli sang you a round of happy birthday, before clapping and giving you hugs after blowing the candle out. You chuckled, digging into the overly sweet cake, sharing it with Baeli, and forgetting all about the strip club.

“All right, birthday girl.” Baeli yawned, finishing off her plain, diet coke. “I'm ready to go, how about you?” She asked, making sure she had her car keys.

“You go on home, I'm going to stay a little bit longer, I'll Uber home.” You told her, still nursing the Daiquiri you ordered.

“You sure?” She frowned, she hated to leave you alone like this on your birthday.

“I'm positive.” You nodded, giving her a reassuring smile.

“All right, I'll call you in the morning.” She nodded back, giving you a quick hug and headed out.

You finished your drink, and left a tip for the staff, since Baeli paid the bill, then headed outside to find a good spot to have an Uber pick you up and take you home.

“You know, I was quite surprised by you.” A silky voice said behind you. “I wouldn't have taken you as the rude type, not allowing me to finish my work, twice.”

You yelped in surprise and dropped your phone on the asphalt, spinning around to see the tall stripper behind you, the Hammer. “Are you following me?” You squeaked, slowly bending down to pick up your phone, never taking your eyes off of him.

“I really don't like unfinished business.” He replied, folding his arms over his chest and leaning his shoulder against the brick wall at the side of Nathan's.

“Too bad.” You replied, gulping and looking around, hoping someone would come out of the pub and into the parking lot.

“I'm not going to hurt you.” He told you, lifting a brow as your uneasiness.

“Yeah, sure.” You huffed at him, trying to fake confidence. “You only follow me twenty minutes from your work and wait for me to come out, to confront me, alone, in a parking lot, in the middle of the night.

He chuckled at you. “When you put it that way.” He smirked, licking his lips in a way that had you feeling that heat again. “But, if I wanted to kidnap or harm you, you would already be in my car.” He told you, with such a steely confidence and an amused blankness to his face and eyes, you felt a chill join the growing heat of your body.

“W-what do you want?” You mumbled, biting your lip.

“To finish what I started.” He smirked at you, his eyes racking over you. “It is still your birthday, for another-” He looked at his watch. “Two hours.” He smirked and crossed his arms again. “Come on, I promised to give you extra attention, and intend too. Promise, I won't disappoint or do anything you don't want.”

You stared at this man and felt your morals slip, it was your birthday after all, why the hell shouldn't you make the most of it with a hot guy. “Where?” You asked him, taking a deep breath.

“I have a good neutral place.” He told you, pushing off the wall and motion to a stupidly nice car.

“Um,” You frowned at him, then activated the screen of your phone, texting Baeli.

» Met a guy at Nathan's, sharing my location.

» Is he cute?

Rolling your eyes, you shoved your phone into the little pocket in your dress and looked back at him, he had opened the passenger door for you, which surprised you, a guy had never done that for you before.

“Thanks.” You muttered, slipping into the seat.

“Of course.” He chuckled, then closed your door and went around to the driver's side.

“What's your name?” You asked, looking over at him.

“Why?” He frowned at the road.

“I don't want to call you 'the Hammer' for the next two hours.” You retorted, lifting a brow at him.

“Hm.” He huffed, amused. “Most people call me, Walker.” He replied.

“What do your friends call you?”

“Walker.” He answered, his tone plain and guarded.

“What did your mother call you?”

Walker looked over at you as the car rolled to a stop at a red light. “Nothing that a child should be called.” He replied, tightly.

“Walker, it is then.” You gulped, after a momentary pause.

“And yours?” Walker asked, turning a corner as the light changed back to green.

You told him your name.

“It's a lovely name.” He complimented you.

“Thanks.” You smiled, shyly brushing your hair behind your ear. “That's your neutral ground?” You asked, seeing the highest end hotel the city had come into view.

“It is.” Walker nodded with a sly smirk.

“How does a stripper afford a super expensive car and an even more expensive hotel?” You asked him, following him into the lobby.

Walker smiled at you, stopping at the reception counter. “Pent suite.” He told the clerk, holding out a gold American Express card to him.

“Of course, Mr. Walker.” the Clerk replied, setting it up.

Your mouth was hanging open as you watched him swipe the card and hand it back to Walker, surprised that the man knew his name and the price on the screen for the room. But, Walker was unphased by all of it, taking back his card and motioning you in front of him, towards the lifts.

“That's a lot of money for two hours.” You choked, stepping into the lift with him.

“Not for the Birthday girl.” Walker replied, smiling smugly at you, and hit the top floor button.

“Are you always like this, when someone doesn't let you finish?” You asked, following him down the hall at the very top floor and to a set of double doors.

“No, you're the first woman that's never let me finish a performance.” He replied, swiping the room key in the door reader and pushed it open, politely letting you enter the elegant suite first.

“First for everything, I suppose.” You answered, looking around the room, mouth hanging open.

“True.” Walker nodded, looking you over as you walked around, licking his lips, like he was thirsty and you were a refreshing drink. “Here, sit down.” He said softly, grabbing a chair and setting in the middle of the room.

Sighing, you did as he said and sat down in the chair, then watched him loosen the clearly expensive silk tie he was wearing, and stepped around behind you, pulling your arms back and using the tie to bind your wrists together. You started to panic and breathe hard, feeling the soft fabric tighten, securely.

“Calm down.” Walker purred at you, soothingly. “I can't have you running off for a third time, can I?” He asked, coming around the chair to face you. “That's just so incredibly rude.” He told you, shaking his head at you.

“Is it too tight?” He asked, watching you try and calm yourself with deep breaths.

“No.” You gasped, biting your lip.

“Good.” He nodded, with a sweet smile. “All settled?” He asked, stroking your cheek in an oddly soothing way.

“Ye-yeah.” You nodded, finally getting your heart rate under control.

“Very good.” He smiled a bit more, the back of his fingers trailing from your cheek to your neck, then down the swell of your breasts, liking the way your bra pushed them up. “Hm.” He hummed, watching the rise and fall of your chest quicken again, but for a completely different reason.

“If I do anything you don't like, or if you want to stop,” He explained, rubbing his thumb over your lips. “All I want you to say is one word.”

“What word?” You asked, pressing your thighs together to stop the slick heat from raising again, and failing.

“Cake.”

“Okay.” You nodded, feeling that cliché.

“Say it.” Walker pressed you, sternly.

“Cake.” You repeated the word with a gulp.

“Very good.” He smiled and gently pat you on the head with, what you supposed was his attempt at, a wink. “Now, where was I before you interrupted me?” He hummed, pressing his lips together and tapping his middle finger against his stubbly chin.

“That's right.”

Turning on his heels, August pulled his phone out of his pocket and over to a Bluetooth speaker that came with the room. Pairing the two up, he scrolled through his vast and diverse music playlists, until he found a song he wanted and pressed play, setting his phone down next to the speaker, he turned back to you. Smiling, he rested his foot on the seat of a chair that was identical to the one he had you tied to, removed the laces of his dress shoes and neatly tucked them under the foot of the huge bed in the room, then took off his socks and rolled them up, neatly stuffing them into his shoes. Satisfied with that, Walker moved closer to you, your knees brushing his shins.

“You're quite beautiful, you know that.” He complimented you, resting his hand on the back of your chair, his lips brushing your ear, cheek and then your lips.

“Thank you.” You sighed, eyes rolling shut at the soft feel of his supple lips and the intoxicating scent of his body.

“You're welcome.” He purred, before giving you a chasten kiss on the lips.

You moaned against his mouth, he tasted sweet and minty. Chuckling, Walker moved slightly away, his hands unbutton his shirt before your eyes, for the third time that night. You almost pouted at the fact your arms were tied behind you, wanting to touch his body again, and Walker saw that look in your eyes.

“Patience, love.” He cooed at you, letting his shirt slip off his arms and to the floor. “If you behave, I'll untie you, and you can touch me all you want.” He promised, cupping your cheek in his hand, thumb rubbing your lips, before pressing inside your mouth for a moment, letting you suck on the tip of his digit for a second, before pulling his hand away, teasing you.

His movements were slow, fluid and calculated. You were learning that was the kind of person Walker was, he took his time, and he managed that time well, like a General in the military would. He touched your face, arms and upper body as he moved around you, only occasionally brushing your thighs and knees, pushing up the edge of your dress with each touch, until he could just see the hint of your soaked panties. His hands left you, with a whine of protest, he chuckled and dropped his hands to his pants, he wasn't wearing a belt this go around, so popping open the button of his slacks was simple, but he made a painfully slow show out of unzipping them and pushing them down his tree trunk thighs.

You expected the thong he had been wearing for his on stage routine, but, unfortunately, he was wearing boxer briefs. But even that much material wasn't enough to hold back the creature Walker had living inside of them, he was large and incredibly hard inside of them, a small damp spot on them from where the tip of his cock rested.

“You see what you've done.” He asked you, following your eyes to the wet spot. “You've teased me twice tonight, leaving me hard as a block of marble.”

“I'm sorry.” You found yourself blurting out, without conscious thought, eyes glued to his confined dick, it had been months since you had sex, and that was underwhelming, at best.

“Not yet, you're not.” Walker laughed, slipping the tips of his fingers into his boxers and stroking his shaft, the wet spot growing. “You want me to take them off?” He asked, fisting himself, unashamed.

“Please.” You nodded, licking your lips, dying for the sight of it.

“Hm.” He hummed, squatting in front of you, hands resting on your knees. “Let's see just how much you want to see me naked, shall we?” He asked, lifting a brow at you and slipped a hand between your legs, sliding it home to palm the drenched fabric of your panties.

“Shit.” You gasped, hips shamefully rubbing against his palm, a mind of their own.

“Oh, how wet the Birthday Girl is.” He teased you, ghosting the pad of his middle finger against your clothed clit. “You must really want to see me naked.” He chuckled, licking his lips and rubbing harder.

“Oh god, Walker.” You begged him, squeezing your legs together to keep his hand against your pussy. “Please.”

“You want me this bad, and yet, you ran away, twice.” He tutted at you, pulling his hand free, and stood.

“I'm sorry.” You croaked, eyes wide and desperate. “I was just frightened and overwhelmed, I didn't expect this.” You explained, you still didn't expect it, and part of you was berating yourself for getting into this situation, but there was nothing for it now, you were hot, wet and horny, and you wanted Walker to finish his lap dance, and give you whatever else he had in mind.

Or, in his boxers, for that matter.

“I'm sure you didn't.” He answered, his voice rough and dripping with arousal.

The tempo of the song picked up and Walker started slowly dancing and moving, surprising you with how agile his tall and muscular body was, he was in such complete control of himself and every teeny little thing he did, you couldn't help the enthralled and turned on expression on your face and in your eyes. As the song and his dance came to a close, Walker knelt before you, resting his hands on your shaky knees, pushing your dress up and spread your legs wide, the cool air of the room wafted against the wet fabric, making you shiver in response. Walker smirked, petting your folds through your panties and you shivered even more, moaning.

“So impatient.” He cooed at you, slipping a finger into the side of your undies and caressing your slick and dripping folds.

“Fuck.” You moaned, bucking against his finger, choking down a gulp.

“Push on your toes and lift your hips.” Walker instructed you, removing his hand from between your legs.

You did as he told you and felt his strong fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties and slip them off of you, then carefully removed your flats, tucking them in beside his own. You gasped, feeling his warm lips on the cool skin at the inside of your thigh, the tickle of his mustache and stubble had you letting out a breathy giggle, only to melt into a deep moan, from Walker placing wet kisses, nibbles and love bites all over your thighs. You were starting to get impatient again, wanting his mouth on your pussy all ready, straining against the tie wrapped around your wrists, you were surprised by how well he bound and tied you.

“Ow!” You let out in a breathy yelp.

“Stop doing that.” He scolded you, feeling you fidget. “You'll cut off the circulation in your hands.”

“Well, if you stop fucking teasing me.” You retorted back.

“I'll tease you all I want.” Walker remarked with a sly smirk. “You're the one tied to the chair.” He reminded you, like you had forgotten.

You grinned back at him, cheeks warm and shaking your head.

Chuckling, Walker started all over again, and took even longer this time to reach your folds, leaving bite marks, hickies and beard burn behind. You opened your legs even wider, panting, as his warm breath tickled your wet folds, your head fell back as he gave your clit a sharp flick of his tongue, toes curling intp the short carpet under your feet. Walker pressed a lewd kiss to your pussy, suckling your clit with maddening expertise and leisure, his hands gripped your hips and pinned you to the chair, stopping your desperate wiggles to fuck his face. His licks grew more and more, until he was licking the full length of your pussy with his long and broad tongue, swirling it around your clit and delving into the weeping entrance of your core, collecting your juices on his tongue and swallowing with deep rumbles of satisfaction of how good you tasted.

“You definitely taste better than Birthday Cake.” He moaned, lapping at your pussy.

You laughed, nervously. “Th-thanks.” You whimpered, a complete mess under his skilled mouth.

“I'm still shocked.” He purred between licks. “You're so polite, yet, you're so willing to ditch someone just trying to do their job.” He laughed, then gave your pussy several long and firm lips, sending you skating over the edge.

“Fuck, Walker!” You cried out, twitching and straining against your bonds, leaving a sticky mess between your legs, his mouth and mustache, and all over the seat beneath you, your eyes fluttering shut.

“That is the best damn orgasm I have ever had.” You commented, after semi recovering yourself.

Walker chuckled, smugly proud of himself as he moved around you and tugged the knot of the tie free, your numb arms falling heavily to your sides, releasing the strain on your shoulders. Walker's broad hands rested on your shoulders and started massaging your tense muscles, working his thumbs up and down your neck and between your shoulder blades, kneading and making you feel even more like puddy under his attention. His hands moved away from you and you heard the rustle of clothing behind you and every hair on your body stood on end, seeing his boxers come flying over your head and land on the floor with his discard pants and shirt.

“Stand up.” He rasped directly into your ear.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you could stand up, your legs felt like weak water balloons, but you slowly rose to your feet and your chair was pulled farther back. You didn't turn around to face Walker, the last remnants of your shyness holding you back from seeing him fully naked. His hands suddenly appeared on your back again, grabbing the zipper to the back of your dress and pulling it down, then pushed the straps off your shoulders, the black material of your dress pooled at your feet, like a black hole; followed by your matching push up bra. You hugged your arms to your bare chest and gulped, Walker wrapped his arms around you and pressed an open mouthed kiss to your neck, hugging you back against him, allowing you to feel every square inch of his chiseled and naked body.

“You're even more beautiful naked.” He hummed against the skin of your neck and shoulder, then turned you to face him. “Don't be shy.” He chuckled, grabbing your wrists and gently pulled your arms away from your chest. “Nothing I haven't seen before.” He assured you, bending his head forward to press a kiss to each other of your breasts, reaffirming his words.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and resting his hands on your hips, Walker picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and carefully turned, pressing your back against the wall beside you. Your ass rested right on top of his rock hard cock as he braced his knees against the wall and your eyes widened, 'fuck, he's huge'. You gulped, blinking at him. Walker smirked and wiggled his brows at you, his confidence was as palpable as the rest of his body, he reached beneath you and grasped his shaft and rubbed the tip against your sticky and still wet pussy, both of you moaning in unison. Chests heaving against each other, Walker slowly guided his uncut cock inside of your core, then let your body weight sink you the rest of the way on its own, wanting you to feel that slow stretch as his thick shaft opened you even wider, every long inch being molded to your core.

“You are perfectly snug around my cock.” He purred, biting into your neck and sucking hard. “Your sweet little pussy doesn't wanna let me go, does it.” He growled against your jugular, biting you even harder, you were shocked he didn't draw blood.

“No.” You moaned, shaking your head and hugging your arms tighter around his neck; you didn't want to let him go.

Walker bucked up into you, spearing into your cervix like a hot knife and had you calling out his name, not caring how loud you were and if any of the other suites on the floor heard. His thrusts were measured and rough, pulling you down as he drove himself up, the dresser along the table next to you rattled and the objects on top of it jumped with each thrust and clattered to the floor. The whole room was filled with sounds spilling out from you and Walker, slapping skin, shaking furniture and knocking over objects.

“Yes, yes.” You panted and cried, holding onto Walker and understanding why he was called the Hammer. “Fuck, Walker. Fill me, please, for fuck sake, fill me.” You begged him, racking your nails down his shoulders and sweaty back, drawing spots of blood.

Grunting and hammering you harder, Walker obliged your request and sent both of you spiraling into a tandem orgasm and miraculously not through the wall. His flushed face and sweaty forehead fell heavily to your shoulder, his huffing breath washing over the skin of your collarbone and breast. You rested your head back against the wall, trying to catch your own breath and settling your pounding and screaming heart rate, with a throb between your legs from Walker's furious thrusting. Breath caught, Walker pulled both of you off the wall and carried you, like a limp koala, into the huge bathroom suite, setting you down on the heated toilet seat, then turned to the deep soaking tub and spinning on the hot tap.

“If this is how you treat women that run out on your performances, then I might turn into a regular dance and dash customer of yours.” You chuckled, sinking into the warm and soapy water, feeling the jets massage your exhausted and drained body.

Walker chuckled, shaking his head at you and stepped out of the bathroom, picking up his discarded clothes, carefully folding them, and cleaned up the mess on the floor. He picked your dress up off the floor and felt the pocket vibrate. Frowning, he pulled the device out and the screen lit up, showing off a text from someone called Baeli and the notification of your location share.

“Smart girl.”

He chuckled, smirking, then turned the share off, before folding your dress and set it on the dresser with your ruined panties and bra, your phone on top of them. “Are you hungry?” Walker called out to you, opening the double doors of the private balcony the room had; but you didn't answer him.

Frowning, Walker stepped back into the bathroom and chuckled, shaking his head, seeing you had dozed off, while enjoying your nice, hot bath.

You hadn't realized you fell asleep, until you woke up an hour later, under a layer of blankets. But, that wasn't what had woken you, what woke you was the low murmur of a voice that sounded very angry. Walker's voice, with someone he was clearly on the phone with.

“I don't care.” Walker hissed between clenched teeth, as he stood on the balcony. “I fucking told you, Royce. I want the rest of the Apostles on this. If any, and I mean, any, of them fuck this up for me, I will kill them.” He growled, gripping the balcony railing to try and keep his voice and temper under control.

“Do you understand? I would do it myself, if the CIA didn't have me undercover.”

It seemed like the person Walker was talking to had promised to do what he expected of them, because he visibly relaxed.

“Good. Call me in the morning and tell me how it went.” Walker sighed, running a hand through his disheveled and wind swept curls.

You closed your eyes as he hung up and leaned against the railing, not wanting him to feel your eyes on him or to know you had woken up at an apparently important section of his phone call. Your stomach was in knots, who were the Apostles? Was he really an undercover CIA? Was being a stripper part of that cover, or just a side job he got a kick out of? That must have been why he had so much money. Your brain screamed for you to jump up right there, yank on your clothing and run like hell from this apparently more dangerous man than you thought he was, but your body was still heavy as a rock from all the drinks you consumed over the night of your birthday and the mind blowing sex, so you only ended up falling back to sleep, as Walker turned around and entered the room again, unaware of your being awake or knowing what you now knew.

Waking again a few hours later, it was early morning, but still dark outside, an arm slung over your waist, hugging you against the solid, breathing wall of Walker's chest. Biting your lip, you carefully wiggled out of Walker's arms and to the edge of the bed, before you risked sitting up and stood, turning around to face him. He was relaxed and softly snoring on his side, his handsome face so soft you finally noticed the dark circles under his long lashes, the thick muscles of his arms and chest slack, he didn't seem as dangerous as you thought as you fell back to sleep after his phone call on the balcony.

Maybe, you had just dreamt it.

He gave you no indication of wanting to hurt you, and he had plenty of opportunities to do so throughout the night. Walker had done quite the opposite, he had been gentle, careful and mindful of you. He could have forced himself on you in the private room at the Crimson Moon, he could have done anything to you when he showed up at Nathan's, obviously annoyed by you running off before your lap dance was done, and he could have seriously hurt you once he got you into this hotel room, but again did nothing you didn't want and was quite sweet by drawing you a bath and putting you to bed after you fell asleep.

Sighing, you moved to the dresser, where he had folded your clothes and slipped your bra and panties on, then stepped out onto the balcony, the doors still open and letting in the cool night air. Resting your forearms against the railing and leaning forward, you looked down the dizzying thirty floors to the street below, a trickle of cars slowly thickening as people got up and started their days, rushing off to work or wherever else, which reminded you, you had to get home and get ready for your shift in four hours. Huffing, you shook your head, 'fuck that', you'd just call in sick and take the day off.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Walker's voice rasped behind you.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, finding him standing, butt naked, at the threshold of the balcony. “Just thinking that I have work in four hours, and how I want to call in sick.” You replied, looking back over the skyline.

“Perhaps you should.” He commented, stepping out onto the balcony with you, his hands resting on your hips and kneading them. “You deserve it.” He whispered, rubbing his soft cock against your ass.

“Do I?” You snorted, shaking your head and pushing back against him.

“I think so.” He rasped, touching the side of his foot to the inside of yours and pushed your leg out, until your chest was pressed to the railing and you leaned over it, slightly.

“Walker.” You gasped, eyes wide as you got even more dizzy from the height.

“Hush.” He cooed, then promptly ripped your underwear off of you.

“Walker!” You barked, surprised and annoyed, you were starting to rethink his threat level, when he filled you up with his cock again.

“I'll replace them.” Walker laughed, wrapping your hair around one hand and pulled your head back. “I can afford something better for you to wear, anyway.” He whispered into your ear, and started thrusting into you, your hips rubbing harshly against the railing, and his strong fingers rubbing your still sore clit.

Afterwards, You let Walker carry you back to bed and melted into his big arms and broad chest. “Is your cover really going to be blown, August?” You asked, coming off the high that had started the afternoon before.

“So, you were awake.” August laughed, brushing his fingers through your hair. “But, no, love. My cover is just fine, like it always is. Some of the Apostles are just being idiots, but I've put them back in their rightful places.”

“Under your size eleven boot.” You laughed, tilting your head back to look up at your beloved boyfriend.

“Exactly, sweetheart.” He chuckled back, kissing the tip and bridge of your nose. “Did you have a good birthday?” He asked, stroking the side of your face.”

“Mission: Crimson Moon, was bloody fantastic.” You assured him, kissing his stubbly jawline. “You make a damn good stripper, by the way.” You added, trailing your fingertips up and down his torso.

“It's no wonder why Sloane put you undercover there.”

You and August had met, while both of you were on separate missions, three years before, that ended up colliding together and you and August became nearly inseparable. Where one of you was, the other wasn't long off or far from. August worked as the CIA's best assassin. You worked a bit more free lance, bouncing between the CIA and MI-6, or sometimes for a private sector or person, if the money paid well enough. After your first year of dating August, when he finally trusted you without condition, he let you in on his 'John Lark' secret, how he was moonlighting as the top leader to the Apostles, the group that formed after the fall of the Syndicate, with Solomon Lane.

You were shocked at first, but the more you thought about it, the more it really made sense, August was calculated in everything he did, from work life to private life, he was distant and cold, almost cruel, if you didn't have the pleasure of being in his trusted inner circle. He had feared, an extremely rare trait in August Walker's vocabulary, that once you found out about his true dealings, you would leave him, he didn't worry about you outing him and blowing his cover, he knew you wouldn't, no matter how hurt and shocked you were, you had your own secrets and knew the value of keeping them that way.

A secret.

But, you didn't leave him, you loved him; even his faults.

You made him promise to never talk about the Apostles' business around you, unless you asked him about it, the less you knew about his works as the Head Apostle, the less of it could be pulled out of you and used to harm him, should anyone decide to use you as a pawn against August. Which, you weren't worried about either, people, from high governments to the cockroaches knew better than to fuck with you, even more so knowing that if they did do something to hurt or compromise you, August would be at their doorstep a moment later.

“Well, the job there is almost done, then only you will be getting a lifetime membership to my lap dances.” He told you with a smug grin, rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him.

“I better be, August Walker.” You told him, pushing yourself up to straddle his waist, hands braced on his chest. “I'm the only one, this Hammer gets to nail.” You laughed, rubbing against his flaccid cock, waking it up for another round.

#The Crimson Moon *Fic*#The Crimson Moon #August Walker/You #August Walker #August Walker/Reader #Henry Cavill #HenryCavill #Viking-Raider Fics #Henry Cavill Requests #Mature #Rating: Mature #Not Smut #Language #Dom!August #Stripper!August #Birthday Girl #John Lark

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littleoddwriter · 4 years

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Naughty | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader | Smut

"And last but not least 10, Roman/black mask x male reader (nsf/w again cuz we be horny). I don't have a super specific scenario for this, but it could either be reader genuinely doesn't know who they're talking to and Roman decided to teach them a lesson

Or reader knows *exactly* who they are talking to but is fishing for punishment/a lesson/just being a brat. You're welcome to decide what the lesson is (ideas include idk man spanking, orgasm delay/denial, public (am I thinking of an opposite to the other horny fic we came up with? where reader is not a good boy? maybe,,,,), whatever you want really lol)" @iscariot-rising

summary; You’re in a mood and seek punishment from Roman to get out of your head for a bit.

notes; KINKS: Daddy!Kink; Spanking; Sexual Punishment; Consensual, but neither safe nor sane tbh; Coming basically untouched; Slight exhibitionism. Male!Reader; PWP; Lemon; Smut; Using sexual punishment to stop feeling bad/thinking.

Having woken up after an awful night and feeling your mood decline with every thought that tumbled through your brain, you were feeling that need for Roman to put you in your place and make you lose every train of thought possible. Usually a good punishment would get you out of your head and that weird mood, because no doubt it would only get progressively worse the more you dwelled on it. Roman wouldn't punish you if you asked for it, though. He wanted you to have earned it. Fine by you. You would make sure you've earned it, alright.

Roman was downstairs at the club, which wasn't even due to open for several more hours. So you went and joined him there, seeing to whatever he was doing.

When you reached downstairs, you saw a couple of his men mopping the floor. It smelled awfully like bleach. It assaulted your nose for a moment, as you scrunched your face up in reaction to it.

Side-stepping the working men, you went further into the club's area and saw Roman sitting in a booth with Zsasz, cackling about something. There was some blood on Victor's face. That would explain what they've been doing then, and possibly even what they were laughing about.

When Roman finally noticed you coming closer, he sobered up a little at first, then a wide grin spread on his face. It still had some sadistic, sinister touch to it, but for the most part it was charming, happy even.

"Look at you, baby! What are you doing down here, hm?" He exclaimed, still grinning, as Zsasz looked at you curiously.

You sat down next to Roman and playfully smiled up at him. "Oh, you know, I got a little bored all by myself and wanted to see what you were doing."

"Did you now? And haven't I told you not to come downstairs when I'm busy here outside of business hours, baby?" His tone already took on a dangerous edge; so going down here despite knowing you weren't allowed to did pay off. Good.

"Ah, well, I might have forgotten, sorry," you said, not sounding sorry at all.

Roman hummed, his grin slowly vanishing from his face.

"You know I don't like it when my orders aren't being followed," he rasped.

Shivering, you bit your lower lip and grinned cheekily.

"Didn't know that applied to me as well, Daddy."

"Hmmm, you're just being a little shit now, sweet boy, aren’t you? What is it?"

"I'm not! It's nothing, Daddy, I promise! What should it be?" You said, playing up the part of being completely oblivious.

"Do you just act stupid or are you really it?" He rasped.

By then, you knew he had caught on, probably even knowing that you did it on purpose; but his quick temper often got the better of him when you played your cards right. Like right now.

"Now, now, Daddy! That's rude, isn't it? But that's to be expected from you."

You knew that what you just said would make his blood boil, it might have hurt him a little, too, but you were willing to pay that price right now.

Clenching his fists, he fixed you with a fierce glare. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

"Of course I do, Daddy! But y'know, sometimes you really can be a little rude."

"Is that so? Do you hear that Zsasz?"

Zsasz nodded, "I think you should teach him a lesson, Boss."

You were sure that Victor wasn't talking about sexual punishment like you were aiming for, but rather peeling your mug off because he wanted Roman to himself.

"Yes, I believe you're right, I should. Would you be so kind and leave us alone then, Victor?" Roman said, looking at you intently.

Disappointment was clear in Victor's expression, but he got up without another word and left the two of you alone in the club, as the other staff had left by that point, too.

Roman nudged you, "C'mon, over my lap. Now."

Fucking finally!

Swallowing thickly, you shifted and leaned over his legs and laid face-down on his thighs, your chest and stomach pressing against them, while your ass was up for him to do whatever he liked with. He rubbed his gloved hand over your still clothed ass cheeks, seemingly admiring them.

"Count," was his only, huskily rasped, warning before he lifted his hand and let it come down on your right ass cheek, hard.

You yelped and moaned out a "One".

Then again. "Two."

Again. It felt harder. "Three."

This continued on until you reached spank number ten.

Because then, he reached under you and unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down your hips, over your straining erection, and over your butt, situating them right where thighs met cheeks. Your bottom already felt so fucking raw. Roman's spankings were always forceful. As much as he looked like he never lifted a finger on his own, he actually worked out, and it showed in his strength.

You've been hard and aching for the past three spanks already and you didn't know how many he's planned for you to receive. You might come practically untouched, depending on it, because your cock kept rubbing against the cushion beneath you and his thigh. It was driving you crazy before, when you were still clothed, and now, with your dick bared, it would only be so much worse.

All those thoughts were ripped from your mind, as his leather-clad hand came back down on your bare rump again, alternating between the left and right cheek and where he hit. It was relentless.

By the twenty-fith spank, your counting was barely intelligible anymore, as it was caught between shouts, moans and dry sobs.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you figured that his hand must have gone numb by that point, but he kept spanking you. You could feel his hard cock against your stomach, though. So as unaffected as he seemed by all of this, he wasn't it entirely.

At the fiftieth hit, you couldn't control yourself anymore and came all over his thigh and the booth's cushions, sobbing and moaning pitifully, as tears streamed down your red face.

He stopped for a moment, rubbing over your cheeks soothingly, although it only made them burn more.

"Tell Daddy how sorry you are for disrespecting him and for coming unprompted all over him. C'mon," he rasped, his voice even deeper than before.

It took you a moment to even register what he's said. You blinked rapidly, trying to come back to the now. You felt so floaty.

"Sorry, Daddy." It was a quiet, unintelligible mumble.

"I didn't quite hear you there, sweet cheeks. Try again." To underline what he just said, he spanked you twice on each cheek again.

Obediently, you slurred the numbers. He paused again.

"Daddy, I- I'm sorry. 'm so sorry," you mumbled a little louder, your voice shaking.

"'Kay then," he whispered.

Roman then lifted his hand off your ass and helped you to sit up. You were so out of it that you just barely registered the pain it caused to sit.

"Ew, you've made a fucking mess of my suit pants. Ugh," you could faintly hear him complain.

A moment later he had gotten up apparently, as you felt his arms around you. One around your back, under you arms and gripping onto your side, and the other one under your thighs. Then he lifted you up, bridal style.

"Let's get you upstairs and taken care of, my little prince."

Completely out of it, you smiled and pressed your wet, red face into his chest. Your plan had worked out to the best possible result.

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golden-babbles · 4 years

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Keep the Party Goin’ (Part 1)

Part 2

Yuu Nishinoya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, college AU, obv aged up characters. Alcohol consumption. Part 1 is gonna be mostly SFW, with just implications, but part 2 will be all smut. You’ve been warned!

Summary: Your friend invites you to a party celebrating a win for her boyfriend's volleyball game. One of the guys catches your eye, and it looks like you've caught his too...

Inspiration: Flirt by NEFFEX, Rumors by NEFFEX, Tidal Wave by Portugal, The Man

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic and I’m so excited for how it will turn out! Let me know what you think! ^-^

It was Taylor who had come up with the idea, whispering in your ear a plan to make her possessive boyfriend get a little jealous. You had glanced at where he stood, leaning against a kitchen countertop, then your gaze travelled downward to the attractive, shorter man beside him.

You grinned as you turned back to your friend, responding with, “Let’s see if we can’t both get a little extra attention.” You whispered back your plan to her, and she giggled and nodded before playfully shoving you in Hinata’s direction to begin your ploy.

“Yo, Shoyo! You taking requests?” You yelled to the redhead over the music as you sauntered over to where he stood on his phone, controlling the bluetooth speakers from where he leaned against the wall.

He looked up at you and smirked as you leaned in close. “For you, babe? Sure, but it’ll cost ya.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned at the cocky little prick before leaning one shoulder against the wall as you faced him. “Name your price, Carrot Top.”

He laughed at the nickname and jutted a thumb towards the liquor sitting on a nearby counter. “Take a shot with me.”

You smirked and straightened, pulling away from the wall. “That’s it? You got yourself a deal.” You moved to grab a couple of shot glasses. “Do I get to pick the poison?”

“Sure, anything but tequila.” He winced. “That stuff messes me up.”

You opted for some fireball and poured a shot for each of you, giggling to yourself as you thought of how the liquor matched the redhead well. You handed his shot to him and held yours up for him to tap his glass to. “Bottoms up!” You downed your shot easily, laughing as Shoyo gave a light cough after he took his own.

“Fireball? You trying to kill me?” He laughed, but held out his phone to you, as per your deal. You queued up two songs, ready to put your evil plan into motion, and grabbed some solo cups of spiked punch from the kitchen before heading back to where your best friend waited for you near the makeshift dance floor.

By the time you reach Taylor’s spot, your first song has started. You hand her her cup of punch, then let the music flow through you as you begin dancing closely with your best friend, swaying your hips to the electric beats and pulses. You were both smiling and laughing, careful not to spill your drinks as you grinded against each other.

"Think we’ve got Tsuki’s attention yet, hmm?" She whispered in your ear as the hand not holding her drink came up behind your head and she pressed her forehead against yours.

You giggled conspiratorially and swept your own free hand over her hip as you glanced at Tsukishima out of the corner of your eye. He was watching you both attentively, clearly paying close attention as the first song came to a close.

“Oh, definitely. The cute guy next to him is watching, too.” Smirking to yourself, you turned back to your friend, downed the rest of your drink, and set the empty cup on a nearby coffee table, Taylor quickly following suit.

"C'mon Tay, let's make this interesting." You said as you grabbed her by the hips and turned her so that she faced away from you, pulling her close until your hips were flush. She began to slowly grind against you, bringing her hands back to run across your shoulders and down your biceps as she shimmied downward to the beat of the blaring music, rubbing her ass against your thighs as she moved.

The two of you ignored the crowd surrounding you, eyes finding the pair across the room, Taylor's flitting to her tall, frowning, blonde boyfriend as yours landed on the friend beside him. Your e/c gaze locked with wide dark chocolate irises as you continued to dance, whirling Taylor back around so that the two of you were facing each other once again, with her arms laced around the back of your neck and your eyes watching the pair of men over her shoulder.

You smirked when Tsukishima downed the rest of his drink and watched as he leaned down to say something to his friend over the thumping music. After a short nod, you watched his friend down his own drink and refill it with spiked punch before he followed Tsukishima across the room to where you danced with Taylor. You shifted your gaze back to your friend's and once again leaned your forehead against hers as you grinned victoriously.

"Uh oh, here they come." The two of you giggled together before Tsukishima grabbed Taylor's shoulder and gently but possessively pulled her away from you.

You feigned a pout up at the frowning blonde. "Hey, Tsuki! Why are you trying to ruin our fun?"

He scoffed. "Don't start. I know you're trying to make a move on her." He pulled your best friend close and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame. You had to fight back a smirk when she winked at you as she pressed her cheek to his chest. "And don't call me Tsuki."

Taylor huffed at his words as she looked up at him, clearly trying not to laugh. "Don't be rude, Kei, we're just trying to have a little fun." Then she turned her attention to the brunette who had walked over with Tsukishima.

"Hey Noya! I didn't know you were here!” She lied. “It's good to see you." She tried to pull out of Tsukishima's embrace, presumably to hug the smaller man, but Tsukishima held tight. She huffed in indignation and turned back to you.

"Y/n, this is Yuu Nishinoya. He's also on the volleyball team with Tsuki. He's the libero. Lots of strength and stamina." She giggles and winks for the second time since the males joined you and you roll your eyes. She's definitely a little tipsy.

You turn your gaze back to the man standing in front of you and find him blushing, a hand rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. How cute, you think, he's shy.

"F/n l/n. You can call me n/n." You stick out your hand for him to take, and he hesitates before removing his own hand from the back of his head to take yours, his eyes focusing on your clasped hands instead of meeting your gaze. You marvel in the strength of his grip and the calluses on his palms.

"Y-you can call me Noya." His voice is just barely audible over the sounds of the party going on around you.

You smile and release his hand and he glances up at you, seeming to blush harder, but he finally finds the confidence to meet your eyes. His hand returns to the back of his head, scratching lightly.

When your attention shifts away from Noya and back to your friend and her boyfriend, you find them passionately making out, even in the midst of everything, and you scowl.

"Yo, get a room, guys!" You lightly smack Tsukishima's arm where it lies across Taylor's shoulders. You can see Taylor blush as Tsukishima growls and glares at you. You stick your tongue out at him and he scoffs.

"Fine, we will." He smirks and grabs Taylor's wrist as he pulls her towards a hallway, presumably leading to Tsukishima's bedroom.

Taylor squeals and turns back to you before calling out, "Have fun, you two!" And placing two fingers in a "v" over her lips before sticking her tongue between them. Then she disappears behind the other partygoers, and you assume that you won't see her again until morning.

You send up a silent prayer of good luck for your best friend. Tsukishima always got insanely jealous of you when you and Taylor teased him, and it always ended in Taylor getting dicked down so good she had trouble walking in the morning.

You turned your attention back to Nishinoya and found him smiling in amusement toward where you last saw Taylor and Tsukishima, before he turned back to face you once again.

With your distractions gone, you took the opportunity to fully drink in the man in front of you. He had dropped his hand from behind his head, now opting instead to cross them over his broad chest, the black muscle tank he wore revealing the strength in his shoulders and biceps. He stood at about the same height as you, give or take an inch or two. Now that his initial shyness had seemed to wear off, likely due to the now empty cup held loosely in one hand. His dark brown eyes glimmered with confidence and a spark that you could only describe as spunky. His gelled spiky brown hair had one bleached spot at the front and center of his head and you couldn't help but wonder what it would look like between your thighs. Your gaze travelled downward to the black volleyball shorts he wore, probably the same ones he wore to practice, and the muscular thighs and claves peeking out of them.

Once your eyes finished their adventure, they traveled back to his face to see him combing you over in much the same way, taking your low cut black crop top and deep red, faux leather pencil skirt in stride before travelling back up and lingering on your black lace choker for just a moment, and then meeting your e/c eyes once again. You smirked when he did, and you could've sworn that you saw a gleam of amusement in his eyes as well.

"Like what you see?" You asked cockily, placing your hands on your hips.

"Mm, you could say that." He cocked a crooked smile back at you and took a step closer.

As he did, the song playing changed and your face lit up. "This is my favorite song! Dance with me?" You asked excitedly.

Noya's blush returned. "Um... sure, but I'm not a very good dancer."

"That's okay, just follow my lead." You wink at him and hold out a hand.

He takes it and you pull him in, hooking your arms behind his neck as the song rolls through a slow verse.

Lonely days will follow,

Days will follow

And that gaze that stuck

The halls will know your name

You heard him inhale sharply as the beat dropped and you thrust your hips close to his, his eyes lowering to watch your body move as his hands found your waist.

Hit me like a tidal wave,

Triggered by the aftershock

He found himself stunned into stillness as you swayed your hips, stepping back to swish your hair behind you and swing your arms out to your sides as the song progressed, bringing them back to his shoulders before shoving lightly to break his hold, then turning away from him as you had turned Taylor, pressing your back to his front. He hissed as your ass brushed against his member, slowly stirring in his shorts.

The contact was enough to wake him from his stupor, and soon he was moving along with you as you danced, gripping your waist and dipping his head into the crook of your shoulder as you swayed in time to the music. When the song ended, you were both panting and you could feel the stiffness in his pants against the curve of your ass.

He leaned up to take your earlobe lightly between his lips before speaking just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Let's make this a private party, hmm?"

You nodded breathlessly, and turned to face him with flushed cheeks, mirroring his expression from earlier.

He smiled and took your wrist, leading you back to the hallway you had seen Taylor and Tsukishima enter earlier. He produced a keyring as you walked, using one of the keys to unlock his bedroom door when the two of you reached it.

Once he had unlocked the door, he held it open and stepped to the side, beckoning for you to enter. As you stepped up to the threshold, you cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering at the extra security.

“Is the lock really necessary?” You eyed him suspiciously, lingering in the doorway.

He shrugs. “Can never be too careful with all of the people coming in and out of here all the time.”

He releases the doorknob and steps in close to you, bringing his hands to your hips and gently pushing you backwards into the room. Once you were both clear, he kicked the door closed behind him and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Now, whaddya say we keep the party goin’ on our own here?” He smirked as his lips crashed against yours, and you felt the wall behind you as your back was pressed against it.

#haikyuu #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x y/n #hq nishinoya #nishinoya smut

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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years

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Always make sure to check here to see if your request is coming up ! I’m going to update this as often as possible and it will stay pinned to my blog as well. 😊I have a LOT of requests to get though and work a full time job and go to school full time so please have patience with me. 🥺 I’ll get these out as soon as I possibly can. ❤️ If they look like this it’s because they are done and in the queue.

Current Requests:

Inbox - 221

Drafts - 100

Naruto Headcanons

Can you write about kiba with an touch starved s/o? I bet he’s so cuddly and plus he is cuddly with akamaru too

Hi!!! Can I request a hc or imagine(either one is fine, whatever is easier☺️) on kiba with him proposing to his longtime girlfriend who trains dogs and is a high ranked ninja (forgive me, Idk the actual names it’s been so long since I’ve seen Naruto) . Like, I want FLUFF!!! Or, as fluffy as kiba gets🤣. Please and thank you!

Can I request a headcanon for Kakashi where his s/o slaps his ass out of nowhere and it turns into a spanking session for his s/o? 😂Can you write Kakashi with a big tiddy s/o? lol

Can you write hcs for Kakashi being assigned on a mission with his crush (he recently admitted to himself that he REALLY likes her) what would he think and how would he behave?

Can I have a Kakashi headcanon where his s/o decides to dye her hair silver like his hair and he sees it and is really mesmerized by it and starts kissing her because he thinks she looks really cute? 🤭

Hello 😊 Can I have a Kakashi headcanon where the reader is also a teacher and Team 7 noticed that Kakashi really likes her and they find out what the reader likes (e.g. flowers) and Kakashi gets them for her and asks her out? 🥰

Ok I read your hcs for Kakashi simping over his so (and they were GREAT) but how would he react to his so simping over him?? Could we get some hcs for this?? I think he would melt 🥴

Black Clover Headcanons

Ryha Headcanons for S/O that sneaks into his room.

A headcanon for Zora with a s/o who has a cum kink? Like she loves it when he cums on her face or her breasts or likes to lick it from his belly? 😬

A headcanon for Yuno when he becomes a magic knight he has to travel to Hage because the people are in danger and some guys want to kidnap the reader who is his childhood friend and Yuno saves her? 😊

Can I get a headcanon for Yami where he tries new things with bis s/o in bed like he blindfolds her and then takes a ice cube and caresses her body with it and it's just really hot? ✌🏻

Mirror sex hcs with Yami gave me life, could I request some for Fuegoleon

Can I request a headcanon for Yuno where his female childhood friend also becomes a magic knight and is in the same squad like him and he realizes he is in love with her since they were kids and is too shy to tell her and she just kisses him? 😊

Omg you write for Yuno 😭😭😭💕💕💕 Can I have a headcanon for him and a really silly and clumsy s/o and he always needs to prevent her from getting hurt and he thinks she's really cute and gives her forehead kisses? 😭💕

I don't feel comfortable with sending a nsfw request for Yuno because he's only 16😅😬 but can I get a fluffy headcanon for him being silly with his girlfriend and they have their first kiss? 😊

Hello ✌🏻 Can i have a headcanon where Yami gathers the black bulls together to discuss the next mission and Zora's s/o comes in late and Zora makes a snappy comment about it and his s/o says "Sorry, I had to finish masturbating" Zora gets jealous because she touched herself and he fucks her after the meeting? 🥵

Ok idk if you're comfortable with writing these (if not then you don't have to! It's just an idea💕) but how about a threesome headcanon with Yami x Zora x s/o? I mean yes, that poor s/o getting destroyed by not one but TWO rough and kinky men but I think this would be pretty hot 😪🤭

Attack On Titan Headcanons

Omg I have such a good idea (I gues...) I hope you will write it because I love your HC's 😭 Can I have a headcanon where Erwin goes into a bar with the vets and there is a female singer and Erwin is really mesmerized by her and after her performance he meets her outside and is really flirty and he asks her out? 🥰

Naruto Imagines/Scenarios

Tell Me What You Want || {NSFW} Obito x Reader

Post-Shippuden Obito x reader fluff or lemon

Teacher’s Apprentice || {NSFW} Madara x Reader

189 & 291 from prompt list 5 with Madara Uchiha

Don’t Be Gentle || {NSFW} Madara x Reader

Prompt 36 “don’t be gentle” with Madara Uchiha

Forbidden Soulmates || Kiba x Reader

One Shot i guess. Soulmate au with Kiba x shinobi reader from another village. But smth dark as i think in shinobi world if your soulmate is from another village (or mb even inside village) it is considered taboo. Like mission above feelings.

Growing Love || Kiba x Reader

Imagine an scenario where akamaru has a girlfriend and they have puppies and you’re al like 🥺 at them, and Kiba is just so awed at how you treat the puppies and he realizes he loves you, hope you can write this :)

The Clones || {NSFW} Kakashi x Reader

Ok but what about a threesome with kakashi and his clone? 👁👄👁

All You Had To Do Was Ask || {NSFW} Kakashi x Reader

I know everyone is a sucker for kakashi being dominant in bed but what about him being a lazy shit and letting his s/o being in control! 👀💦

Meeting Team 7 || Kakashi x Reader

Hi! I think I saw your requests open so I was thinking if you could do something where reader is Kakashi’s girlfriend/wife and invites team 7 over for dinner but Kakashi’s like ugh but inside he really enjoys it lol, and team 7 would love reader and Sakura is like obsessed with reader bc she’s so badass and asks her for training in front of kakashi and he gets a little bit jealous because they absolutely ADORE you. I hope you can do it and I’m sorry if it’s too specific💕

The Taunt || {NSFW} Neji x Reader

Hey!! Congrats on 1k!!! I would like to request a Neji hyuga one-shot for the 1k special! Prompt list choice 3 and number 4 please!!! Thank you!

The Scent || {NSFW} Kiba x Reader

One shot where Akamaru can start to recognize the sent of Kiba's s/o getting aroused. Maybe one time they're all out and Akamaru starts whining at the sent to let Kiba know and he takes his s/o somewhere secluded to fuck em. (Preferably male?? But gender neutral is cool too)

Pin Me To The Wall || {NSFW} Kiba x Reader

Hello darling! Can I please request some angry sex with Kiba? Maybe he and his girlfriend get into a fight and he just fucks her against the wall or something, and it's all rough and hot? asdfghjkl, I don't know. I'm horny for this man!

Double Trouble || {NSFW} Kiba x Reader x Kankuro

Could you write a fic where kiba and kankuro dp someone? Its okay if not!

Take The Reigns || {NSFW} Kiba x Reader

Hello lovely! Can I please request some smut with my baby Kiba? He let's his girlfriend ride him for the first time and he's completely blown away by her and just praises her a lot? Thank you so much ❤️

You’re Mine || {NSFW} Kiba x Reader

Hello 😀 Can I please have a Kiba one shot where he's been very busy with work so he hasn't been paying much attention to his girlfriend so she decides to be a brat and on a night out she flirts with another guy to piss Kiba off and that leads to extremely rough, possessive sex? Thank you so much. I love your writing

Adversary Love || {NSFW} Kakashi x Reader

Can I get a nsfw headcanon for Kakashi where the female reader was an enemy but is now a good person and Kakashi used to hate her but now he fell for her (she still thinks he hates her because he doesn't talk when she's around) and during a party he grabs her and sneaks away with her and they have sex? 🙂

Black Clover Imagines/Scenarios

The Haunted House || Mimosa x Reader

A haunted house visit with Mimosa Vermillion with her s/o that’s her boyfriend.

Pleasure At The Golden Dawn || {NSFW} Yuno x Reader

Yuno's s/o teasing him in a Golden Dawn meeting with Nsfw please

Falling For You || Zora x Reader

Would it be possible to request a SUPER FLUFFY one shot with Zora?? Maybe the writing prompt of “I think I might be falling in love with you” and a cute moment? I just really love that man 🥺

Into The Flames || {NSFW} Mereoleona x Reader

Smut for Mereoleona and s/o first time. In which s/o is a virgin.

Black Butler Imagines/Scenarios

Give Me A Chance || Sebastian x Reader

Request: Prompt “Give me a chance” with Sebastian Michaelis

BNHA Imagines/Scenarios

Quit Teasing || {NSFW} Bakugou x Reader

Request: Hey babe 😊 Can I get some Bakugou x reader NSFW? Bakugou and the reader have known each other since forever and he always finds ways to tease her (her height, her neediness...). One day they're making out and reader decides to tease him in bed as payback? Thank you!

Consternation || {NSFW} Dabi x Reader

Summary: When the LOV kidnaps the daughter of a wealthy business owner for the sake of her quirk the one person they never thought would grow attached was Dabi. So when Dabi develops feelings for the girl he now has hostage will he be able control himself when it comes to them using her quirk to their advantage?

Quarantined Love || Bakugou x Reader

Can i request bakugou being all soft with his s/o when they finally see each other after being apart because of quarantine? 🥰

Bleach Imagines/Scenarios

The Meet Up || {NSFW} Ichigo x Reader

Not Requested. Just struck by inspiration.

Please, Don’t Leave || Ichigo x Reader

Not Requested. Just struck by inspiration.

Durarara!! Imagines/Scenarios

First Times || {NSFW} Shizuo x Reader

Hey! Could you do a NSFW of Shizuo’s first time, from Durarara, with his S/O. they’ve been dating for a while now & have only ever done kissing.

Fake Text Scenarios

Can you do fake text with shika, kiba, kakashi etc of jealousy?

Naruto fake texts idea...you know the one picture of a melted cutting board in the oven and asking your mom how to fix it, but instead asking the Naruto boys how to fix it.

can i request fake text for the akatsuki? reader asks them to pick up pads/tampons. 😅😅😭😭

Pregnancy Prank: Ohhh ok 😎😎❤ Kakashi, Madara, Hashirama, Tobirama, Minato, Konohamaru (adult), Iruka, Orochimaru, Izuna 🤗 Ohhh I cannot wait 😂😂 Thanks so much

Can we have some text scenarios for Kiba, Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke, Shika and Shino where they go out drinking with the boys and they drunk text their s/o about how much they love them? 😂💕

Sends Nudes: Hey 😁 Ok, then Madara, Hashirama, Orochimaru, Yamato, Minato, Konohamaru (adult), Iruka, Shino, Izuna, and Jiraiya would be awesome and funny 😂😍❤ Thanks 🤗🤗

can you do the sending nudes thing but for akatsuki plzzz bby 😭🤲🏽❤️

#working on wips #wip #requests #bakubabes hatake #my wip

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noonaduck · 4 years

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Blood Moon pt.1

pairing: BTS OT7 x reader, ft. some members of GOT7 genre: just pure filth, smut, supernatural au. Warnings: language, semi public sex, oral (female receiving), wandering hands Words: 3458 A/N: I have sinned again, thisfic will probably be only two or three parts long put full of pure filth. Summary: You really weren’t in the mood for clubbing, but your friend Jaebum had made you come and satisfy your hunger.

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The neon lights were sweeping the floor and faceless mass of bodies were grinding against each other along the beat. You looked down from the VIP areas balcony your eyes sweeping lazily the crowd. If you were truly honest you weren't in a mood of partying but need to feed has caused you to agree to hang out at your friends’ club. Blood moon was a nightclub where human and supernatural being would find their safe haven away from judging eyes. It has been only five years when Vampires had revealed themselves to the world followed by werewolves and other creatures were soon to follow. You can guess what kind of reception of supernatural world coming in to common knowledge has caused. It didn’t take long before some religious cults rose and begun to lecture the world about how those monsters were horrific and twisted how they could never be creation of God, the politicians kept arguing back and forth on TV how these dangerous beast would take over their world and turn them, in to their slaves. The thought made you snort. only thing that had changed was that people were now aware of the supernatural creatures existence and you were quite sure that majority of them weren’t interested in dominating the world.

‘’What is so funny?’’ Jaebum, one of the club owners has came to stand next to you without you noticing and looking the people below you. You couldn’t deny that Jaebum was a beautiful man even your species standard. he had pale skin and a beautiful face framed by black messy locks. he had a small silver ring on left side of his nose and another silver ball piercing right below his eye on the same side. His eyes were black like a pool of water in night and when he smiled you could see them sparkling like they were holding stars. Jaebum was tall hovering right above you and his monochrome outfit made him look even taller. ‘’Nothing really, I was just thinking about when supernatural world came out of closet.’’ You admit. ‘’Ah, it really would have been great that vampires would have asked our opinions when they revealed themselves.’’ Jaebum agrees. ‘’ Still there is some plus sides, for example amount of willing participants who are begging to be fed from. Speaking of feeding you look terrible.’’ Jaebum points the dark circles underneath of your E/C eyes. ‘’Gee, thanks you surely know how to talk for a woman.’’ You snort. ‘’If you wouldn’t been staring at people below you, you would have already noticed that there is group of men who had stared your ass for a while now.’’ Jaebum tells raising his brow. You had dressed in to tight red dress that barely covered your ass and black high heels that made your legs look longer than they actually were. The idea of your whole outfit was to make your hunt for the night much easier. really you didn't have to see so much trouble, even if you would have arrived the club in old baggy jeans and t shirt you would gain stares from both male and female population. ‘’Hmm, really, what kind of wristbands they are wearing?’’ You ask arching your brows. The club had made of rule of wearing different color wristband based on your species. Humans were wearing orange, werewolves blue, vampires had red and there was even more colors which you weren’t that interested in making list in your mind. ‘’Mm’h I saw quite a mix, I think there was at least two werewolves, one vampire, and elf and even one human.’’ Jaebum smirks now that he had made you curious. ‘’I thought that werewolves and vampires doesn’t like to hang out.’’ ‘’Now look at who is relaying in old stereotypes.’’Jaebum chuckles and brushes a H/C lock behind your ear which has escaped from your bun and your eyes flashes quickly to his pink wristband. You roll your eyes and finally decide to look back to the VIP area. The VIP area has its own small dance floor, a bar and booths which you could cover with curtains for privacy. You spot a group of seven men sitting on nearby booth laughing and drinking their night away. Jaebum was right that they were looking at you, when you met eyes with a boy with bleached eyes he blushes and looks back to his drink. You smirk at yourself, you had to admit he is pretty cute. Jaebum notices your stare and urges you on. ‘’Go on and talk to them or I will go get Mark to whoop your ass.’’He refers to his friend who is working behind of the bar in VIP area. ‘’Oh no, anything but him.’’ You pretend to be scared and Jaebum lets out a low laugh. Mark has been your friend since your childhood and he was like a brother to you, a very protective one. If he would know that you had made yourself almost to starve he would definitely whoop your ass. ‘’Fine I go.’’ You sigh and head towards the table sending a small wave to Jaebum. When you near the table the laughter of the men quietens and they look with you with curious eyes. ‘’Hi, can I join you guys?’’ You ask flashing a small smile. ‘’Uh, sure.’’ The vampire who is first to recover tells and flashes a pearly white smile revealing his fangs. ‘’It’s going to be a tight fit though.’’ he adds glancing already full cramped space. ‘’It’s okay, I can sit on your friends lap if he doesn’t mind?’’ You suggest pointing your words to a werewolf who is sitting on closest to your spot in half moon shaped couch. The man’s eyes widens for your suggestion but he is quick to nod his head’’ Of course, take a seat.’’ he pats his leather covered thigh and you flash him a flirty smile when you sit on his lap. You had to admit that your seat was a nice piece of meat. He has emerald brown eyes paired with straight perky nose and chin so sharp that you could use it as a razor blade. ‘’I’m Y/N.’’ You introduce yourself when you are finally comfortable on your spot. The werewolf has a musky almost forest like scent which surrounds you as soon his hands finds your waist and he puts his head lazily on your shoulder. ‘’I’m Hoseok but people usually call me Hobi.’’ The werewolf tells with low voice which makes you shiver. ‘’Hi, I’m Jimin.’’ The boy next to the wolf introduces himself. Jimin is pure mix of cuteness and sex, his hair is light pink color and styled to look like he just had woken up. he was wearing a loose white button up shirt the first two buttons left open and tight jeans revealing his defined thighs. His eyes are same color as his hair and when he smiles they turn into crescent moons. You can't decide do you want to fuck the man or squeeze his plump cheeks. ‘’Nice to meet you.’’ You tell to your eager conversation partner and flash cute smile making him blush and covering his face revealing a mint green wristband. ‘’A nymph?’’ You say surprised raising your eyebrows. ‘’Male ones are quite rare.’’ You tell in awe. Jimin blushes even more if it’s possible. ‘’Ya, leave the poor man alone. I’m Seokjin but you can call me Jin or world wide handsome.’’ A man who is sitting opposite side of you tells sending you a wink. You don’t have to see his wrist to tell that he is an elf. Jin has blonde, almost golden hair and you can see pair of pointy ears peeking through. The man has beautiful almost heart shaped face, soft looking light pink lips, almond eyes and cocky attitude which you can always pair with elves. You can hear his friends to groan for Jin’s remark about his looks and you chuckle lightly. ‘’Don’t mind about Jin, he is always like that when he sees someone beautiful.’’ Hoseok whispers to your ear his lips brushing brightly to your earlobe. ‘’I heard that.’’ Jin complains and his friends laugh again. ‘’It was the whole point.’’ Hoseok smirk. The music blasting around you was enough to keep the group hearing your earlier conversation with Jaebum but because the supernatural hearing hearing someone to whisper in this proximity was quite easy. Jin looks at his friend with unhappy put and gulps rest of his drink down in one quick motion. ‘’Speaking of rare sights I have to admit that it’s my first time seeing a succubus.’’ The vampire speaks up and you turn your attention to him. The man has almost ashen colored skin and dark circles under his eyes but they make nothing to dull his handsome face,his eyes are black with small red dots and he has firm jaw and high cheekbones paired with blood red lips and straight nose. He is tallest of the group and he has silver locks pushed backwards from his forehead. ‘’I’m Namjoon by the way.’’ The vampire adds quickly remembering to introduce himself. It was a known fact that succubus were rarer than incubuses when it came to your kind. Usually the male DNA overpowered female ones and only few females were born, it was actually quite opposite of what came to nymphs where the female gender was overpowering. ‘’Yeah, well you can consider yourself lucky then,’’ You tell sending a small flying kiss towards the vampire who flashes a flirty smile in return. Then you spot the man next to him who you had spotted at first place, his orange wristband being like a bright neon sign. If you didn't know better you could have swore that he was one of your kind, his beauty competing with Jaebum’s alluring looks. The man’s hair was reaching to his ears and curled slightly behind of them, his eyes were deep brown, almost looking like black and his skin was warm color of taffy. The man was sculptured like a Greek statue and you sighed dreamily. ‘’Tae, you got a new fan.’’ Namjoon teases you and pulls you from your daydream. ‘’How I could not fan over him, he is freaking beautiful.’’ You speak like he wasn’t in the room and then point your words to him. ‘’You are gorgeous.’’ You tell and cocky smirk rises to his lips. ‘’Thank you.’’ He tells with a lower voice that you were expecting. ‘’You aren’t bad either, I’m Taehyung by the way but you can call me Tae if you like.’’ ‘’Can you guys stop eye fucking each other.’’ A man who has been quiet this far perks up and your attention is instantly drawn to his horns poking out his pitch black hair. You feel so stupid, you had missed another demon on your table.You find it odd that he had decided not to hide his demonic features but you didn’t question his decision. You smile and mouth a quick ‘sorry’ towards him which makes him grunt. ‘’Don’t be so grumpy Yoongi.’’ the final man, the second werewolf tells and sips his banana milk, A quite odd choice of drink at the club if you asked me. The wolf had muscular body which would anyone feeling like mocking him to shut up and soft brown logs pulled under a black cap. He had also emerald eyes like Hoseok and rabbit like front teeth which were revealed when he took sip from his drink. ‘’I wouldn’t be if I could get a moment of peace.’’ The demon retorts back. ‘’Hyung we are at the club, why you imagine that you could get peace here?’’ Taehyung asks and makes the man in question to sulk in more. ‘’Don’ mind about Yoongi, even though he look grumpy he is actual softie.’’ Hoseok tells with small chuckle. ‘’So what brings you here tonight?’’ You decide to start a small talk. ‘’It’s actually Hoseok's birthday.’’ Jimin tells from your left side. ‘’Oh, I’m sorry if I would have known I wouldn’t have bothered you guys.’’ You feel embarrassed. ‘’I don’t mind. It's not everyday when a pretty girl wants to sit on your lap.’’ Hoseok huffs in laugh.’’In fact you had made the evening even better.’’ he adds peeking you rneck quickly in case you feel uncomfortable. ‘’I have to admit that you are making my evening better as well.’’ You admit enjoying the attention the wolf is giving you. ‘’Did you came alone?’’ Jin peeps in eager for your attention. ‘’Yes, my friends own the club and they begged me to come tonight.’’ You admit. ‘’I should have known, what makes more sense than succubus and incubus being friends.’’ Namjoon chuckles lightly and takes another sip from his drink. His mug is made of metal and you can’t see in to it but you are sure that it’s containing alcohol mixed with blood. ‘’Have you ever fucked with succubus?’’ Namjoon asks bluntly causing his friends to raise their brows. ‘’Dude, you must be really drunk.’’ Taehyung says and smiles awkwardly to you. Anything that Namjoon had made or said before didn’t imply even slightly that he had drank too much. ‘’In fact I have.’’You answer by everyone's surprise. ‘’What? I’m a sex demon, a small question like that can’t make me feel uncomfortable.’’ ‘’What is it like have a sex with a sex demon?’’ Jimin asks curiously leaning closer. ‘’Is it better than with other species?’’ ‘’Well to me it’s kind of boring, after all I can’t feed from another demon.’’ You answer honestly. ‘’So no chance for Yoongi then.’’ The werewolf who’s name you haven't caught yet smirks. ‘’Shut up Jungkook ,why you think I want any?’’Yoongi growls making Jungkook smirk satisfied from his outburst. ‘’I mean sex feels always good so I wouldn’t mind.’’ You shrug and you can seeing that small blush rises to Yoongi’s cheeks. ‘’What do you think about elves?’’ Jin asks and trying to smirk flirtatiously to you. ‘’They have big ego and mouth I enjoy making quiet.’’ You tell smirking which makes Jin’s eyes narrow slightly. ‘’She got you hyung.’’ Taehyung chuckles. ‘’Well I know something where I would enjoy putting your mouth to keep you quiet.’’ Jin barks back. You don’t have time to sassy back at him when you feel yourself getting dizzy. You touch your forehead and groan in discomfort. ‘’Are you okay?’’ Hoseok asks sensing your discomfort. ‘’Yeah, I just haven’t fed in long time.’’ You admit closing your eyes for a moment. ‘’Can we help you in someway?’’ Jimin asks worriedly. ‘’You could always fuck me.’’ You tell half jokingly and you can feel the moment when the lust fills the table and makes air thicker with scent of sex. ‘’All you had to do was to ask.’’ Hosek smirks and reaches somewhere past you pulling the curtain shut in front of your booth leaving your group in a small bubble. By your surprise you feel Jimin's fingers reaching the hem of your dress and sliding between your thighs. You gasp when he finds your clothed heat and press his thumb against your clit. Hoseok won’t stay second to Jimin and angels your head in a way that he can kiss your lips. You moan when he bites your lower lip gently and suck it between his teeth. Meanwhile Jimin continues his adventure under your dress sliding his index finger along your pussy lips. ‘’Hyung lift her little so I can get this hem out of my way.’’ Jimin suddenly complains and Hoseok is fast to lift you so Jimin is able to pull your dress to your waist. A view that is granted to your clothed core makes the men groan around the table, still you weren’t able to focus on them for long after Hoseok demanded your attention pinching your left nipple on the top of your dress. ‘’You aren’t wearing a bra.’’ Hoseok smirks and reaches for the zipper on your back. ‘’Tell us if you want us to stop.’’ He adds and slides the zipper down making the dress pooling down to your hip. Now your breast are revealed for the audience and view of them causes the men make satisfied noises. You can feel all the eyes glued to your body and enjoy the sexual energy reeking out of them and helping with your growing hunger. Hoseok cups your breasts from behind and rolls your nipples between his fingers making you arch against him pushing your chest forward. ‘’Fuck, hyung.’’ Jungkook moans feeling himself hardening from the view. ‘’Y/N has indeed pretty nice tits.’’ Hoseok smirks continuing palming your breasts. Jimin feels jealous form the attention that you are giving to Hoseok and slips his index finger underneath the waistband of your panties finding your clit and rubbing it gently. ‘’Jimin.’’ You gasp and want to close your legs from the sensation but Jimin doesn't have any of that forcing your legs to stay open with a strength you didn’t know he was having. ‘’Stay still or I have to tie you up.’’ Jimin warns making goosebumps appear to your skin. Hoseok’s lips finds your neck and he leaves dark hickeys on his journey to your shoulder.

‘’Are you just going to make rest of us watch?’’ Jin finally breaks up and you force your eyes to him. ‘’Yup.’’ Hoseok’s lips leaves your skin and he smirks. ‘’Are you kidding me?’’ Namjoon growls and everything happens so fast that you don’t even realize how you ended up sitting on top of the table all the drink gon from it. You aren’t sure are your thighs feeling slick from your juices slowly pooling between your thighs or from the drinks that had been on the table, either way you didn’t mind and your hunger only grew. Hoseok growls to Namjoon and flashes his slightly larger canines than human to him and Namjoon snarls back making Hoseok to back of, the leader of the group was right the revealed to you. ‘’Will you let me eat you out?’’ Namjoon asks pulling you closer to him and spearing your thighs even wider. ‘’Ye-yes.’’ You shudder when Namjoon’s thumbs graces your thighs lazily. ‘’What a good girl.’’ Namjoon praises and even without removing your panties he just pulls them aside and plunges his tongue right in to your pussy making you moan loudly. Taehyung takes advantage from your closer seating reaches for your breasts and sucks your left nipple in to his mouth. The angle where he is coming from seems rather awkward but he doesn’t seem to mind. Namjoon keeps exploring your heat with his tongue spinning it around your clit and sucking it between his plump lips. ‘’Nam-joon.’’ You whine and try to wiggle away making his grip on your thighs turn even more tighter. ‘’Keep still or I might put Jimin’s earlier threat in to action.’’ he warns and you whine feeling unhappy. Soon you feel another pair of lips seeking your right breast and by your surprise you see Yoongi working on your breast. And there you had thought that he wasn’t into you. The thought slips quickly away when Yoongi bites your nipple gently making you arch your back. At the same time Namjoon plunges his tongue in to your quivering hole and starts fucking in and out your hole in quick space. ‘’Oh god.’’ You hiss and fall backwards, now your back fully laying against the table and making Taehyung and Yoongi lose your breasts from their reach. You can feel your peek nearing and your inner muscles spamming under Namjoon’s skilled tongue. ‘’I’m close.’’ You pant. ‘’Tell me what you need baby.’’ Jin demands with husky voice making your head turn towards him this time. ‘’Just kiss me.’’ You beg and Jin is happy to obey. His lips are soft against yours and his hands finds your shoulder keeping him hovering above you. Jin’s actions are full of hunger and he slips his tongue in to your mouth when one particular sweep of Namjoon’s tongue makes you moan. Jin’s tongue massages yours hungrily and his hands find your neck. he squeezes your windpipe and finally you come from the mix of feeling lightheaded from the lack of air and Namjoon’s skilled tongue. You are panting and coming from your high while Jin has removed his hands around your neck and petting your hair which has escaped from its bun long time ago gently. ‘’Princes are you ready for round two?’’ Jin asks when you finally come back from your high. Your eyes widen in anticipation and fear feeling eager to have anything that is given to you.

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glitterslag · 5 years

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First Time for Everything - Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: In which Roger inadvertently becomes co-parent to a four year old before he’s even finished university. Oh, and he loses his virginity in the process.

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: single mum, broken family, bad relationships with parents, difficult sexual themes, period typical attitudes, homophobic language, poverty, some angst. Smut (virgin!roger, oral - male and female receiving -whipped cream), some language

A/N: First of all I wanna say thank u to the absolute lejond who requested this: you really unearthed a kink I didn’t know I had.

This, as usual, has turned into a bit of a Whole Other Thing. I’ve wanted to do a single mum oneshot for a while, and thought it would go really well with virgin Rog. Plus Roger with a toddler = automatic cuteness.

As y’all know I struggle with writing smut, and so I tend to quit while I’m ahead. Because of that, I’ve only included oral, and not the whole shebang. Plus, I felt like it was in keeping with the tone when Roger finds himself a bit overwhelmed with all the new sensations. I think we’d all agree that that still counts as losing virginity, though.

I’ve got to say I’m really proud of this. I think it might be one of my favourite things I’ve written since “Funny How Love Is”. It would be great if you could give it the same kind of feedback 🥰🥰

Enjoy xo

★★★★★

You had Robbie at sixteen.

Your parents sent you away to a Catholic institution for the duration of your pregnancy, as people often did back then, such was the scandal of being found out pregnant and not married. They had wanted you to give him up for adoption when he was born but you refused, and after meeting her grandson, your mother had relented.

They’d given you a little money to set yourself up, but insisted that you couldn’t stay with them. Too much shame on the family. You sometimes speak to them on the phone but it’s always strained, especially between you and your mother, and you always end the phone call feeling just a little sad, and empty.

Now twenty, your little boy is nearly four, and you’re living in a box flat in a tower-block in the middle of London. Roger’s just moved in next door.

He’s a student, just moved out of halls, making him the same age as you. It’s a strange realisation, to look at him. Realising that your life could have turned out a lot differently, had Robbie never been born.

You’re expecting him not to be very nice. People usually aren’t, not to a young single mother. Not one whose dye-job comes out of a packet, and who lets her four-year-old tricycle up and down the wooden hallway at all hours of the day. But he’s positively lovely.

That’s what Robbie’s doing, when Roger moves in.

“S’cuse me, little man.” He says, holding a cardboard box aloft as he waits patiently for your son to get out of his road. “That looks fun.”

And then:

“Hello,” he’s saying to you.

You feel him check you out, eyes travelling from your face down and then back up, and then back down again, all the way this time. The routine you know too well. You get it from nearly every man you meet. He doesn’t leer at you like most men, though, and you think to yourself that that’s something.

“Get out of the man’s way, Robbie.”

“Is your big sister bossy?” Roger asks him knowingly.

You swallow and start to say something.

“She’s not my sister, she’s my mummyyy!” Robbie declares before you can, throwing his hands up in the air.

You laugh and scoop him up. There would come a time when he might not be as proud to say that about you anymore, but for now, he would remain blissfully unaware that his unmarried twenty year old mummy wasn’t supposed to have a three year old baby.

Roger looks at you hard for a second, and you cuddle Robbie to your chest as you wait for his response, almost using him as a shield in in between the two of you, nervous. But there’s no need to be.

“Oh. Sorry.” He says easily, quickly disguising any judgement with a sunny smile. He sticks his hand out. “I’m Roger. How do you do?”

★★★★★

Over the months, you two develop a close neighbourly relationship. He comes over to fix your leaky taps, change lightbulbs, rewire the smoke alarm. As you get to know and trust him more, you eventually entrust him with Robbie some afternoons when you have appointments – doctors and dentists, things you can’t avoid.

One day, Roger’s complaining about his hair becoming too long and his roots showing and so on, and so you offer to do it for him, free of charge, as a favour. He says yes.

If he’s feeling dubious, he never shows it.

You come over that afternoon armed with all your gear, and when he opens the door Robbie charges past him shouting “Rogerrrrrrr!”, disappearing into the flat before Roger can even say hello.

“Have you got an old t shirt you don’t mind getting ruined?” You ask, eyeing the silky button up Roger’s wearing halfway undone to his belly button.

“Sure,” he says. “I’ll go and get changed.”

The door to his room is open a fraction, and you peep through the crack as you watch him pull his shirt over his head and search for another one. He’s standing with his back to the door, and you admire his wiry physique, lean muscle rippling as he shrugs on a faded old Breakaways t shirt. You snap out of it before he can notice, and busy yourself corralling an excitable Robbie, setting him up at the kitchen table with his crayons and his juice.

You pull on washing up gloves and bleach Roger’s dark roots first, making sure not to get it on the ends and frazzle them.

“How’d you get so good at this, anyway?” He wonders as he watches you loading the product onto the brush in his bedroom mirror.

“My housing benefits don’t exactly cover trips to the hairdressers.” You say, gesturing towards your own bottle blonde head. “How light do you want to go?”

You show him the colour chart on the back of the packet, and he calls you “very professional”, about which you’re pleased.

You notice the crack in his bathroom window as you take him through to wash his hair, covered over with an old Woolies bag but still leaking freezing air into the flat. You don’t say anything.

You make him sit on the floor with his back to the tub, leaning his head back as you support it in one cupped hand, using the other to angle the shower head over his hair.

“Just like a real salon.” He quips, and you grin.

You massage the shampoo into his hair and he groans in relaxation.

“I love having people play with my hair.”

Maybe it’s because you’ve not had any action for such a long time, but the noise does something to you.

You dry him off and then it’s time to cut. You trim his fringe last, squatting down in front of him and frowning with the concentration of trying to cut straight, and you’re a bit nervous being this close to him. He keeps making silly faces to put you off, though, and soon he’s got you giggling like no one else can.

You gently blow all the hair off the back of his neck and he lets out another little strangled moan.

”Sorry” he says quickly, embarrassed. “Jus’ tickled is all.” You bite your lip.

“Right, of course.”

★★★★★

The next day you see him in the foyer when you’re both down checking the post. You compliment him on his new hair, and he tells you he’s been thinking.

“You should cut people’s hair in the tower block.”

“What?”

That boy has had a few crazy ideas since you’ve known him, but this has to take first prize.

“It’d be cheaper than going to the hairdressers.” He points out. “Plus you’re really good at it, you could make good money.”

“What would I do with Robbie?”

“Well you’d be doing it at home, wouldn’t you? He’d be there.” He says, matter-of-factly.

“Or..”

He trails off.

“What?”

“Or I could take him. While you’ve got appointments.”

You gape at him.

“I- I could make you some posters to put up if you like?” He continues when you don’t say anything. “There’s a photocopier at uni I could use. Use it to make stuff for the band all the time. ”

Perhaps against your better judgement, you reach over and hug him. He feels warm and solid, smells clean and good and you realise you’re welling up.

“Thanks, Rog.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He says, using his Robbie voice on you.

“No need to get upset.”

“I love you.” You mumble.

Maybe you hadn’t realised it before, but it’s true. The boy’s gold.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair.

“Love you too, darling.”

★★★★★

He comes over one night to borrow flour.

He’s started letting himself in at this point, using the spare key you’d given him “for emergencies only”. He always knocks to announce himself first, but you can guarantee he’ll be strolling in like he owns the place whether he gets an answer or not.

“Where’s the tyke?” He wonders when there’s a distinct lack of “ROGERR!” the second he walks through the door.

“Started at nursery this week.” You announce proudly.

“Christ.”

“Yeah.”

“Nursery.” He repeats.

“Yeah.”

“Already?”

“Yeah.”

“Christ.”

You can only grin back, chest puffed out with pride.

Anyway, he needs plain flour.

“Since when do you cook?” You ask sceptically, raising an eyebrow at him from the sofa.

“Got a date tonight.” He grins.

“Ooo.” You say, setting your cup of tea down on the coffee table so you can turn yourself properly to face him. “Is it that girl?”

“Tracy, yeah. She’s coming to my place for dinner.”

“Big step.”

Roger hadn’t had a girlfriend for the time you’d known him, and at first you’d suspected him of being more of a one-and-done kind of guy. But even though he was often coming in late from the pub or the club or wherever, there had been surprisingly little activity of the female kind coming from within the walls of his flat at night.

“Yeah, well. We’ve been on a few dates so far and it’s gone well, so I thought I’d invite her over to mine, y’know. Take things to the next level.”

You try to hide your disappointment.

“So do you think tonight might be the night..?” you trail off, but Roger knows what you’re insinuating.

He grimaces.

“Maybe…”

“Maybe?” You repeat. “What do you mean?”

He looks hesitant.

“Look, if I tell you something, do you promise it won’t leave this room?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

“Do you swear?”

“Roger,” you begin. “I’m a single mother. I’m stuck inside all day and my only friends are my son, the woman at the post office who I go to collect get my benefits from, and you. Who am I going to tell?”

“Right, of course.” He nods, eyes closed. One of his hands is out on the kitchen table to steady himself, the other on his hip. He hasn’t been able to stand still since he walked through the door.

“What is it? Just tell me.”

He takes a deep breath, and then he lets out a big puff of air.

“I’ve never slept with anyone before.”

★★★★★

You fight to keep your expression neutral as you process what the hell he’s just said.

A virgin?

Him?

How was it possible?

Roger was the best looking man you knew, and the kindest. And it was obvious he was popular, especially with women. It just didn’t add up.

“You’re not saying anything.” Roger says nervously, and you blink up at him.

“I guess I’m just..” You search for the right word. “Surprised.”

He closes his eyes and nods in agreement.

“Roger, how?!”

It’s the only thing you can say at this point.

He huffs a laugh.

“Well, if I’m honest, I was never very popular in school.”

“You weren’t?”

“They, um,” he lowers his voice, as if someone might be listening. “They called me a poofter. And, erm… other things.”

“Oh.”

To be honest, it didn’t come as much of a surprise to you, that people had called him that. It was horrible, all the same, but not surprising.

In fact, there had been a while when you’d even wondered the same. It might explain his gentle nature, you’d thought, if he was gay, and the lack of dating, and the fact that he’d never tried anything on you, even though you’d been close now for such a long while.

Not that you were cocky - not anything of the sort, but still. Most men would try it on with you, and even though you mostly wished they wouldn’t, you couldn’t say it hadn’t hurt when Roger didn’t try to go there at all.

“Was never really into rugby or anything like that.” He explains. “I played tennis, and I was alright at football, but I was never on the team, or anything. They all - the other boys – they- they’d laugh at me. In the showers?”

The ends of his sentences are going up like questions, and he looks like he’s having a hard time swallowing. You wonder whether this speech is something he plays over in his head often.

Whether it helps him justify it to himself.

“For being skinny. Y’know? And I was always a head shorter than everyone else ‘til I was about 17.”

“I’m sorry, Rog.”

“And then by the time I got to uni, I’d lost my confidence, I suppose.” He says it with a sad laugh that makes your heart sink.

“And it wasn’t the flirting that was the problem. I’m good at that-”

“I don’t doubt it.” You cut in without thinking.

He looks at you for a moment and your cheeks heat up, and then he’s looking at the floor again.

“And, well, I just never actually got around to any of… that.”

He makes an airy gesture with his hand.

“Why don’t you just get drunk and do it?” You offer. “No one would know any different.”

“Nearly did a few times.” He admits. “But when it came to the crux of it, I just couldn’t go through with it. Too nervous about stuffing it up.”

He gives a watery laugh.

“Oh, Roger. Why didn’t you tell anyone how you felt? Girls would be understanding.”

“You might be,” he reminds you. “But not everybody. I just felt like they’d all laugh at me. It’s completely acceptable for a girl to still be a virgin at 18, 19 20. But a guy? It’s just embarrassing!”

“Well that’s just a double standard-“ You cut in.

“Do you not think I know that?!” He says in frustration, and you butt in again, before things can get too heated.

“Anyway.”

He looks up at you expectantly.

“What are you going to do?”

You mean about Tracy, but he takes it more generally.

“I don’t know.” He says miserably. “I guess I’ll just have to stay one forever, now. I mean it’s just too mortifying at this point-”

“Oh it’s not that bad Roger for goodness sake, don’t wallow in it.” You scold him. “At least you aren’t me.”

He’s taken aback somewhat by that.

“What on earth d’you mean?”

“Well it’s not as if I get any action, is it?”

Bless him, he’s really looking at you as if he has no idea. And you’d be flattered, maybe, if the whole thing wasn’t so exasperating. You try to explain.

“At least you didn’t do it once or twice when you were sixteen, be unlucky enough to fall pregnant and then get saddled with a kid.”

You say it through your teeth, glancing around as if Robbie might hear you all the way from nursery school.

“And now that’s gonna be me for the next eighteen years, isn’t it?” You say it with a laugh that all of a sudden feels too close to a sob. “Until he grows up. Moves out. And then I’ll be what? Nearly forty? All before my life can even start.”

“Hey, come on-” Roger’s saying, sounding like he’s regretting starting this whole conversation, but you’re on a roll now.

“And it’s not like I’ll ever get married now, is it?”

You smile sadly, looking out of the window instead of at Roger, because you’re afraid that if you look at him directly, you might cry. For some reason he seems to be have that effect on you.

“Shot that horse in the face when I split up with his father. And no one’s gonna want me with him are they?”

You jerk your head towards Robbie’s empty bedroom.

“Oh, love..”

“Jus’ baggage, isn’t it?” You mumble, head down, staring into the dregs at the bottom of your cup. “No-one wants used goods.”

You can see Roger’s face out of the corner of your eye. He looks so pained. You’re too afraid to look up.

“Or at least, they don’t want me for the right reasons.” You sniff and continue, face set hard. Determined not to crack and cry. “Some of ‘em just think single mums are these slags they can do anything they want to.”

“Hey, enough.” Roger says stiltedly, voice strained. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is.” You insist. “That’s all they ever want me for. And all the ones who are any good are just put off by it. ”

You shrug and look out the window again, eyes fixed on the tower block opposite. There’s a woman in one of the windows, rocking her baby to sleep.

There’s nowhere else to look, so you just close your eyes.

“It doesn’t put me off.” Roger says in a small voice.

You hear him slowly coming over, feel the dip in the sofa cushion as he sits down next to you. He puts his hand on your knee.

“What d’you mean.” You say, forcing yourself to open your eyes and look up at him. His blue eyes blink earnestly back at you.

He takes a deep breath.

“All of that- it would never put me off from wanting to date you.”

Your mouth drops open.

“What?” You whisper. “Really?”

He nods, moving his face close to yours.

You can feel your heart in your mouth.

His hand is still resting on your knee. It’s burning a hole through your jeans.

“I would date you too, you know.”

He swallows.

“I guess we could both help each other out, then.” He says hoarsely.

His lips are inches from your own. You drag your eyes away from his to look down at them, pink and wet. Ready. You can feel his breath on your cheek.

All you would have to do is lean in, and his mouth would be on yours.

Just then, you hear a sudden knock at Roger’s front door out in the hallway, and you spring apart guiltily.

“That must be her.” You mutter, turning away from him.

Roger’s rubbing the back of his head.

“She’s early.”

You stand, taking your empty cup over to the sink. He stays where he is.

“You better go and answer her.”

“Wait-”

You shake your head, bending down to search through the cupboards as he slowly stands and comes up behind you.

You push the bag of flour into his chest. He stares down at it dumbly, barely remembering it was what he came in for.

Tracy knocks again.

“Good luck.” You swallow.

He nods faintly, looking so lost you have to turn back around again, pretending to be busy at the sink.

“Let me know how it goes.” You say over your shoulder as he leaves.

But you don’t want to know. Not even a little bit.

★★★★★

You manage to stop yourself from going round until after you’ve dropped Robbie off at nursery.

You’ve been dying to see Roger all morning, but you were worried that things might have gone well the night before, and Tracy might still be there. The prospect of walking in on something you didn’t want to see was enough to deter you until the afternoon. A stab of jealously twists at your gut just thinking about it.

“So,” you say apprehensively as you walk in. Roger looks around from where he’s standing at the stove. “Did you?”

He shakes his head.

You make a noise of dismay.

“What happened?”

“Bottled it.”

“Oh no!”

He nods, grinning bashfully.

“Well you’ll just have to do it next time.” You say, taking a seat at the kitchen table. You’re trying not to look too relieved.

“Not sure there’ll be one.” He says casually.

“Why?”

He scratches at the back of his head with the spatula. Something he only does when he’s nervous. His t shirt has ridden up at the bottom, exposing his soft tummy. You look away.

“What happened?” You press.

“Think she was starting to get the vibe I wasn’t interested.” He says quietly. “Just saw her as a friend.”

“Because you weren’t pestering her for sex on the third date?” You frown. “God what is she, a bloke?”

Roger laughs.

“Not… just because of that.” He says leadingly. Nervously?

What was up with him?

“Then what?”

He dumps his eggs onto a plate, scraping out the pan before he spins around to answer you. He takes a deep breath.

“Because I couldn’t stop talking about you.”

He says it quite earnestly, matter-of-factly, even, and you stare at him, studying his face for any sign of a joke. You find none.

You feel your entire body go warm.

“Let’s go on a date, then.” You whisper.

“Ok.”

He says it steadily. You’re fighting to stop your voice from shaking.

“When?”

“This Saturday.” He throws out, coming to sit down opposite you with his plate.

Scrambled eggs on toast, HP sauce splattered messily all over them. Just how he likes it.

“What would I do with Robbie?”

“Could you get your mum to look after him?”

You snort before he’s finished saying it.

“Unlikely, Rog.”

“Well could you get a babysitter?” He suggests, voice thick through a mouthful of eggs.

“That costs money, Roger.” You say patiently.

It’s hard for people who don’t have children to put themselves into your shoes. Thinking like that doesn’t come naturally to them. They aren’t used to having to automatically come up with the Reasons Why Not.

“We could just..” He waves his fork around. “Have one at home. Y’know, with him here.”

You scoff.

“Yeah. And what a great date that would be.”

“Well it would be.” Roger says. “Robbie’s my little mate.”

You smile at that.

“ ‘sides, it would be quiet without him around.”

“Yeah.” You say suddenly. “Yeah, it would, wouldn’t it?”

The smile’s growing on your face. He grins back.

“It’s settled, then.”

★★★★★

“Mummy’s going on a date, Robbie.” You say to him, playing with his toys at your feet as you get ready in front of the mirror.

“Date.” Robbie repeats back to you, smiling uncertainly. He doesn’t know what it means.

“Roger?” He says, looking up at you hopefully. You smile.

“Yes, that’s right. A date with Roger.” You say, and he gives you a toothy grin, placated. “What a clever boy you are.”

You’ve no idea what he’s cooking. He did pop round this morning to borrow an onion, but apart from that, you’ve no clue.

You’re nervous.

“ROGERRR!”

Robbie runs inside before you can say anything as usual, and it takes you a minute to notice Roger’s wearing a tie. Top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned as always, but a tie all the same. And he’s combed his hair.

You’re touched by the effort he’s gone to.

“You look nice.” He comments, as he pulls the door back all the way to let you inside.

“Thanks. So do you.”

He’s got wine, and apple juice for Robbie. He’s made him fish fingers and potato smileys, and spaghetti Bolognese for the two of you. At your encouragement, he gives Robbie a little bit of spaghetti on his plastic plate (you’ve come with a bag full of his things so he doesn’t fuss about the disruption of his routine).

“I’m trying to get him on to Grown Up Food.” You explain in a whisper.

It doesn’t feel quite like a date. More like old friends having dinner after not seeing each other in a while. You saw Roger this morning, but it’s been a long time since you’d had time to sit down and eat something together.

Honestly, you don’t mind it. You were worried there was going to be this weird tension there, now that you’d put a label on the occasion. But it just feels natural. Like catching up.

At one point, Roger reaches across and takes your hand over the table, threading his fingers through yours, and even though it takes you by surprise, you don’t let go. It feels nice. You eat the rest of your meals with one hand.

Robbie gets tomato sauce all over himself, naturally, and you realise it’s probably almost time for his bath anyway.

“Roger bath me?” Robbie pleads after dinner, tugging at Roger’s sleeve and you hesitate, looking up at him.

“I don’t know..” You start

“Want me to give you a bath, bud?”

“Yeeahhhh!” Robbie yells.

Roger looks at you triumphantly.

“Can you do it?” You ask, doubtful.

“Course.” Roger says. “We’ll be fine, won’t we mate?”

“Yeah yeah yeah!”

You sigh and relent.

“Alright, I’ll do the dishes.”

“Mummy’s only next door in the kitchen, Robbie.” You’re saying to your excited toddler moments later, after having unpacked all his bath stuff and giving Roger the walk-through. He’s pulling at Roger’s hand, impatient to get on with the fun.

“Don’t get the water too hot.” You tell Roger soberly. “And don’t fill it up any deeper than his tummy. Oh, and don’t let the water out until after he gets out.”

He shoots you a quizzical look.

You lower your voice.

“He’s thinks he’ll get sucked down the plug hole.”

“Gotcha.” He says solemnly, and then gives you a little wink and a grin. Your stomach flutters.

“Come on then, little man. Bath time.”

You leave them to it and clean up the kitchen. For a bolognese, Roger’s managed to get through pots and pans in Biblical proportions. And he’s got sauce splattered all the way up the tiled walls. You sigh.

You can hear Robbie squealing and splashing, both of their laughter floating down the hallway, and you realise you might have drawn the short straw.

You’re sweating by the time you finally finish up, and walk through to the bathroom to check on them.

They're in such a bubble of their own that they don’t notice you at first, don’t hear you coming to stand in the open doorway, leaning against it with one hip. You fold your arms. You’re trying to keep a hold on the grin that’s threatening to spread all over your face.

Roger’s got Robbie sitting up on top of the sink, wrapped up in a fluffy towel, and he’s brushing his teeth for him.

“Open wide, Robbie, that’s it- no, don’t bite my finger - good boy. Nice and clean, hey?”

In that moment, you’re struck with the realisation that Roger’s become a man while you weren’t looking. That somewhere along the line, he’s changed from that haphazard, clueless uni student you’d known when he moved in, and turned into this mature, capable man. You’d like to believe that Robbie has something to do with it.

You think that maybe he’s more of a man than any guy you’ve gone out with before. Maybe even more of one that anyone you’ve ever known.

You want to make him feel like a man. Tonight.

You know it’s time.

You clear your throat a little and he turns, grinning brightly. You smile, throat suddenly thick with an emotion you can’t place. You walk over and lay a hand on his shoulder.

“My boys.” You murmur.

Slowly, deliberately, you lean up and press a kiss against his still-smiling lips. It’s quick and chaste - Robbie is there, after all - but it’s romantic as hell.

You pull back and look at him. His eyes are shining.

“Mummy kissed you!” Robbie shrieks before bursting into a fit of giggles, doubling over on the sink, and instead of ruining the moment it just makes it better. You’re laughing too, and so is Roger, picking him up and lifting up high.

“Yes she did!”

He kicks his little legs in the air as Roger spins him around the bathroom, positively squealing with childish laughter.

“And now I’m gonna kiss you TOO!” You shout, lunging for your son and pressing kisses all over his chubby face, screaming his head off all the while.

“Mummy no!”

“Yesyesyesyesyes!”

★★★★★

You all have to do the bedtime routine together.

Getting Robbie into his pajamas, watching his night time cartoons for an hour and then reading him his bed time story. You put him down to sleep in the spare room and watch a film in the meantime, hoping that by the time it’s finished he’ll be in the floppy stage, so you can just carry him back through to yours and put him down for the night and he won’t stir.

“It’s a sleepover.” You’d told him as you were through changing him into his pajamas, while Roger set up the telly ready for Magic Roundabout.

“Sleepover.” He’d repeated, bouncing excitedly.

He’d fallen asleep barely a page into his bedtime story.

You and Roger cuddle throughout the film, your face set on fire the entire time. It’s the first time you’ve been this close to him.

When it finishes, you carry Robbie next door, tucking his warm, sleeping body into bed and kissing him on the forehead. He doesn’t stir. You quickly check your hair in the hall mirror before creeping back out, letting yourself back in to Roger’s flat.

He grins lazily at you when you come in. He’s lying sprawled across the sofa with his feet hanging over the arm, still watching TV with a glass of wine in his hand. He looks loose and happy.

“Hi.”

He leans over to put his glass on the coffee table as you walk towards him, opening his arms for you to fall into him. His body is so warm.

“Is he fast asleep?” Roger mumbles into your hair.

“Out like a light.” You confirm.

He hums.

Finally alone together.

“What d’you wanna do now?” He asks.

It’s casual, but you know better. You can feel the excitement thrumming under his skin. It’s like a live current. It’s contagious.

“What do you wanna do?” You counter, playing his game.

“You know.” He murmurs, lips skimming the outer shell of your ear.

The electricity jolts through every part of your body, sending his words right down to your toes. You feel every single hair on your body stand on end.

You shiver.

“Hey, we haven’t had pudding!” He shouts suddenly, and you jump a little, pulling back to look at him in surprise.

He looks genuinely annoyed with himself for forgetting.

“Pudding?”

“Yeah!”

“You made pudding?”

“Yeah! Well, no. Not made. Bought.” He says, quickly rolling off you to cross the kitchen.

“It’s alright, Roger, you don’t have to-”

He’s yanking open the fridge door before you can stop him, hunting for the forgotten dessert and you roll your eyes and smile.

Once Roger had an idea, there was no slowing him down. He always did like everything just perfect.

“I got strawberries!” He shouts over his shoulder, waving the packet around.

Not your favourite.

You weren’t about to tell him that, though.

You stick him a weak thumbs up from the sofa as he ratches around for bowls and spoons.

“Thought it might be romantic.” He explains with a smug grin as he tips them into two bowls at the kitchen table.

“Tonight’s already been romantic.” You assure him. “Have you got chocolate?”

“No, sorry. Did you want some?”

“That’s ok.” You say, trying to hide your disappointment. You walk over to sit with him at the table.

“I might have pouring cream?” He offers.

“That’s ok, Rog-”

“No really, I’ll go and have a look.”

You let him go, staring down at your strawberries gloomily. If you could’ve had chocolate sauce, it might not have been so bad.

You ate strawberries all the time while you were pregnant with Robbie, always craving for them at the most bizarre times of night. Ever since he was born, however, you’d just never fancied them in the same way again.

“I’ve got squirty cream?” He half-yells from inside the fridge, and your eyes light up.

“Aw yeah, wicked!”

He laughs.

“Great.”

“D’you want some strawberries to go with that cream?” Roger teases when you spray half the bottle into your bowl.

"Shut up, I like it.”

You end up getting a lot of it all over your face, and Roger takes great pleasure in watching you trying to wipe it off.

“Oh for god’s sake, get here.” He says, after you wipe at your cheek in vain for the fifth time. “You’re not even getting anywhere near it.”

He licks his thumb and wipes at your cheek, scooping up all the whipped cream from your chops. Without thinking, your hand shoots out to grab his own, and you lick all of it off his thumb, relishing the taste. You fucking love whipped cream.

Your eyes snap open when Roger makes a strangled noise of pleasure, and you realise you’ve inadvertently turned him on.

You smirk, swirling your tongue around the tip of his thumb, making sure you get every last drop. He throws his head back and groans.

“Oh, come on.”

You laugh and pop your mouth off him, looking at him in faux-innocence.

“What? I was just making sure I got it all.”

He digs his palms into his eye sockets, his answering grin was tortured.

“How much longer are we gonna drag this out for?”

You look at him in disbelief.

“You were the one that suggested dessert!” You argue.

“Yes, and I’m now very much regretting that decision.”

His hands are still over his eyes, so he doesn’t see the lightbulb go on in your head, and the wicked grin that follows it onto your face.

“I’ve got an idea.” You say, voice low. He looks up at you.

“What now?”

“How about we bring dessert into the bedroom?”

★★★★★

“Sorry I haven’t tidied up in here.” He mumbles as he trails in after you, surveying the mess before you. “Didn’t exactly think it would get to this.”

“This is lovely, Rog.” You say as you sit down on the bed, thumbing at the blanket with a wistful smile playing on your face. It’s a patchwork quilt, warm and worn, thrown haphazardly over the bed. The grey sheets are all peeled back and rumpled, and there are pillows strewn about all over the place.

“My mum made it for me.” He mumbles again, looking embarrassed. You smile, rubbing your finger along all of the different textures.

You realise what he’s said too late.

“Roger..” You say, whipping around to face him, standing above you beside the bed with the cream bottle still in his hands. “You do want to do this, don’t you?”

His eyes fly open wide.

“Yes!” He almost shouts, and you have to stifle a giggle. “Shit, sorry. Yes. I just, I only meant - I didn’t expect you to let me- y’know - on the first.. date.”

You shift slightly on the sinky mattress.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Oh, no no!” He backtracks, putting the food down on the bedside table and plopping down next to you. “No, god. I don’t mean it like that. ”

He stares earnestly into your eyes.

“Are you nervous?” You whisper, glancing sideways up at him.

“No.” He says steadily. “Not with you.”

“Good.”

“Are you?”

“A little.” You admit.

But it’s a good kind of nervous. The kind you haven’t had in a very long time.

You love him.

Maybe not in that way, not quite yet, at least, but as a friend.

And maybe soon as more.

You love him.

And so you close your eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

★★★★★

“That’s cold!”

Roger squawks as you squirt a squiggle of cream down the middle of his bare chest. You cackle, running a finger through your mess before bringing it to your lips to taste.

“Mmmm.” You exaggerate, closing your eyes in mock-rapture as you suck the cheap foam from your fingertip.

“Where else are you gonna put it?” Roger asks eagerly and you grin.

“Patience.”

You have to hold his hips down to the bed to stop him wriggling as you suck and lick the sweet cream from his nipples, his chest, his belly-button. He’s moaning and giggling with every swipe of your tongue, and there’s a dark patch growing in size on the front of his stripey underwear. He’s rock hard, straining at the waist-band, and you can see his bright pink tip poking out of the top.

You decide the fun’s not over yet.

“My turn!” You declare, pushing him so that he rolls off to the side, flopping down on your belly in his place. “Now you’ve gotta do it to me.”

You flip onto your back and close your eyes, grinning while you wait for him to plan his attack.

“Don’t get it in my pubes.” You remind him. “And don’t put it anywhere near my vagina.”

Roger’s the first person you’ve been totally naked with, lights on and all, since Robbie was born.

You love your marks and scars - they remind you of Robbie - but it had been hard to accept that your body was changed permanently, and at such a young age, too. For the first year or so, you could hardly even be naked around yourself.

With Roger, everything was different. His face when you’d first taken your top off, so full of this quiet awe - it was enough to make everything you’d been worried about fade into background noise.

You jump when he spurts the cream onto your lips.

You resist the urge to poke your tongue out and clean it off, because the next thing you know he’s climbing over you and kissing you deeply, the sweet taste filling both of your mouths.

Neither of you can stop giggling, smiling against each other’s lips, teeth clashing together and breath merging into one.

After he’s licked you clean (and sucked a strawberry out of your belly button), he decides he wants to pay you lip service in another way.

So far, he’s taken all the foreplay in his stride with a quiet self-assurance, but now you’re getting towards the real thing, he’s suddenly nervous.

He stops between your legs and looks up at you, a little unsure of what to do next.

He’s lying on his belly, legs bent and crossed behind him at the ankle, in nothing but his y-fronts and a pair of purple socks.

You feel him mumbling your name into the inside of your bare thigh, following it up with a sweet kiss against your skin.

“You okay?” You wonder, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him.

“I’m not sure what to do.” He admits, burying his face into your leg and blowing out a big huff of air. It tickles.

You try not to giggle at him, arms folded under himself and his face planted into your thigh.

“Just do what feels natural.” You tell him, stroking his blonde head and he groans, frustrated. “You’ve been doing good so far.”

“What if I do rubbish?” He argues. You laugh at that.

“Half of you are rubbish at it anyway.”

“That’s not very encouraging-”

“Look, all I’m saying is that practise doesn’t always make perfect.” You remind him gently. “You’re a good kisser, you’ll be good at this as well.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Just do what feels right, you’ll pick it up in no time.”

He looks up at you then, one cheek still resting on your leg. His breathe tickles against your skin.

You get an idea.

“Come up here.” You say. He looks at you confused, but you haul him up by the arm nevertheless, until your faces are level.

“Give me your hand.”

He hands it over, mystified.

You take the palm of his hand and bring it to your lips, kissing him there once first, gently, to make him smile.

“Do it like this.”

You say, and then you move your lips and tongue against the palm of his hand, simulating oral sex, in just the rhythm and pattern that you like it.

“Sthee?” You muffle into his hand. “Juth’st like tha’ ”

You look up at him to check if he’s taking it in. His cheeks are turning a dark shade of red.

He nods stiffly and starts moving down your body.

“Got it.”

“The clit is-”

“I know where it is.” He snaps, and you nod, leaning back against the pillow to let him get on with it.

He does it just like you showed him.

You knew he’d be a fast learner, but you didn’t expect him to pick it up quite so quickly, and quite so well.

He’s so eager to taste you, pushing your legs open wider, pulling you onto his mouth so you’re flush up against his nose and lips. He groans against your clit when you push and grind against him, and the vibrations send shockwaves straight through you.

“That’s so good, Rog.” You’re telling him, stroking his hair as he groans into you. “Just like that.”

“Yeah?” He breathes, taking a break to turn his head to the side and suck a dark bruise onto your thigh. “Am I doin’ good?”

“So good.” You repeat, eyes squeezed shut and your nails digging into his shoulders like you’re trying to kill him.

You let him carry on until he makes you come, shaking and grinding against his face, pulling him closer by the back of his head. He moans as you tug at his locks, cleaning you up enthusiastically.

His tongue soon becomes too much against your sensitive heat. You push him away with your foot, and he props himself up on his elbow, grinning.

“How was that?” He asks, turning his head to wipe his wet chin off on his shoulder.

“Come ‘ere.” You murmur in answer, hauling him up towards you and pulling him down for a deep kiss.

“That good, ey?” He mumbles against your lips, and you shut him up by kissing him harder.

“Your turn.” You’re saying next, anxious to move onto the next thing as you push him off and move to get on top of him.

His breathe hitches as you push him down against the pillows, and you stop just before you move to slip off his boxers.

“Has someone done this to you before?” You wonder.

His eyes don’t move from your face. His chest is rising and falling rapidly under you as you trace a finger along the waist-band of his underwear. You feel his cock twitch.

“No.” He says breathily.

“Get ready, then.” You say, moving to finally pull his underwear off but then his hand shoots out and stops you.

He’s gripping your wrist tight, face anxious.

“Are you okay?”

“I won’t-” He starts, glancing up to the ceiling as if he’s having to will himself to say it, “I won’t.. last long, if you do that. At all.”

You breathe a laugh.

“That’s the point, Rog.” You say. “If you finish now, you’ll be able to last longer when we fuck.”

“Oh.” Is all he says, laughing at himself self-consciously.

You lean up and kiss him again, trying to reassure him. He’s still grabbing onto your hand tight.

“Ready?” You ask, thumbs hooked inside his waist-band.

His skin is fever-hot.

“Yeah.”

He’s right. He doesn’t last long.

Not that you were expecting him to, but still. It’s quite satisfying how quickly he’s coming uncontrollably into your mouth, hips stuttering and unable to stop himself from thrusting all the way down your throat.

“Oh god, oh god, oh fuck.” He’s whispering like a prayer, body twisting on the mattress below you as you take all of him, nose pressing into his belly. He’s got a fistful of your hair, and in the last moments, it’s like he doesn’t know whether to push you off or pull you closer.

It tastes hot, and slightly sweet, and when you crawl back up to let him taste himself on your tongue he can’t help but moan all over again.

He’s a bit like a zombie after that.

You decide to just leave him to recover for a while, realising it’s about time someone went to check on Robbie. You pull Roger’s dressing gown off the back of the door and slip it on, turning around in the doorway to tell him you’ll be back in a minute.

He’s lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, a goofy grin plastered all over his face.

“Won’t be long.” You whisper.

You wonder whether the words even register at all.

“Is he..?” Roger wonders when you come back in. He looks like he’s come back to life a little, now sat up on his elbows.

“Flat out.” You grin, coming to sit back down on the bed.

You don’t bother taking the robe off, suddenly a little chilly after all of the sweat has cooled.

“So do you want to fuck then, or..?” You wonder, trailing a finger around one of his nipples in a circle.

He sits up fully and looks at you at bit sheepishly, scratching his head.

“Er, actually...” He trails off, and you look at him encouragingly, waiting for him to finish. “Would it be ok if we, er, left it? For tonight?”

You blink at him.

“Of course!”

“Sorry.”

“No, don’t be silly!” You say, reaching over to pull him into a one armed hug. He leans his head on your shoulder.

“It was really awesome, though.” He mumbles into your collar bone, pressing a wet kiss where his dark blue robe had slipped down. “Loved it.”

“Me too.” You say appreciatively, resting your cheek - sore from all the smiling - against the top of his head. His hair smells like coconut shampoo.

“M’really glad it was with you.”

He yawns, suddenly knackered, and you begin to feel the same.

He moves off you and to the edge of the bed, and starts pulling his underwear back on.

“And plus,” he adds, looking at you over his shoulder. “There’s always tomorrow.”

You grin back at him.

“You’d do it again?”

“Are you joking?” He snorts, as if you’ve asked him the most stupid question he’s ever heard. “Any time you like, darling.”

★★★★★

Robbie can’t be left on his own overnight, so you have to collect up all of your things and traipse back through into your flat, bare feet cold on the wooden hallway floor.

Roger comes with you, not wanting to send you off to sleep alone after all of that. You do a final check on Robbie, before slipping into bed next to him, huddling into him immediately for warmth. It get’s cold in your little flat at night time, and the heating was something both of you could only afford to put on in the very depths of winter. Roger wraps his arms around you.

“So was this more of a one time thing, then?” He whispers into the dark just before he falls asleep. “Or were you looking to fill a more... permanent position?”

His voice is light and silly, but the moment’s a somber one. You can tell he’s feeling nervous.

“I’d wake up to you every day if I could.” You say seriously.

He kisses you then, gentle and deep - no lust in it but full of passion, and it makes your toes curl.

“Tomorrow’s a start, then.”

You stare up at the ceiling, listening to his rhythmic breathing and thinking about the forgotten strawberries, left out to go over-ripe on the bedside table. You can’t help but lament all the lost nights you could’ve been spending curled up in bed at Roger’s side.

You wonder whether all of this shouldn’t have happened a long time ago.

Or maybe it had happened at exactly the right time.

★★★★★

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BTS - The Pharmacy (Suga x Jeong-sun)

Contains: Fluff. Smut. Angst. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Warnings for mentions of a negative pregnancy test/pregnancy scare

[This fic is part of our headcanon universe and comprised of events between Suga and his girlfriend, Jeong-sun, over several months, starting from a few months into their relationship and ending around 8 months in (after the events of The Play but before Suga proposes in Stranded. ) Jeong-sun’s friend Yu-Jin, who is briefly mentioned here, is the character who is paired with J-Hope in 7 Minutes in Heaven.

For new readers read about our headcanon universe, plot and original characters here]

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM / Jin / Suga / J-Hope / Jimin / V / Jungkook & Our full masterlist can be found here

Rated content below the cut

PART ONE

While Yoongi’s visits to the pharmacy were far from frequent, they were often enough to spark some gossip from Jeong-sun’s colleagues. She worked with three women and two men. The oldest of the latter was the owner and refrained from comment. It was mainly the two youngest of the women who were the sources of much of the talk. They had noticed the young male, sometimes sporting dark hair, other times bleached blonde, in the aisles on several occasions, sometimes browsing without purchasing, other times accompanied by a random selection of products he could just as easily purchase at the chain supermarket around the corner; toothpaste, dental floss, nail clippers. The youngest of the store assistants, two years fresh out of high school, wondered on his third or fourth visit whether he had a crush on her. She served him, running his items through the till one by one, a box of tissues, a packet of pain killers and a ten pack of batteries, and asked how his day had been. He seemed pleasant enough, replying to her questions easily but, after careful consideration, she came to the conclusion that he wasn’t single. He had a ‘taken’ vibe she couldn’t quite vocalise to her colleague.

Weekdays at the pharmacy were often long and dull, with the hours dragging on in the afternoon as the daylight shone in from the large double glazed windows by the door before they closed up at seven pm. Jeong-sun had been working there for a year and a half before she met Yoongi and was good at her job. She could serve customers quickly and without fuss, nodding her head sympathetically as they hold her about their array of ailments or their nosy neighbours or their failing marriages. She kept the children entertained with a series of soft finger puppets they kept behind the counter for this purpose when their parents brought them in with whooping cough or colic, often crying and distressed. She was able to administer the flu jab without much complaint, managing to subdue even those who were usually terrified of needles. All in all, she was an asset to the store and was therefore often called in to cover for other workers when they were sick and was also trusted to lock up the store at night, counting the cash from the tills and placing it in the night safe. The only skill she hadn’t managed to master in her time at the store was how to make the day go quicker when there were few customers.

This day started out no different to any usual Tuesday. She came in for her shift at 8:30am and clocked in to the till beside Mi-cha, her oldest female colleague who had been working at the store for over twenty years. The morning passed without much excitement. She had collected several prescriptions for customers, recommended several different types of cough medicine to parents of children who were off school with a bad cold and advised one customer, who entered the shop bleeding heavily following a work related injury with a screwdriver to visit the A&E department of the local hospital. She even telephoned him a taxi from the old-fashioned dial phone which hung from the back wall behind the counter.

Around 2pm her stomach began to grumble. She glanced at her co-worker who was pricing up sale items behind the prescription counter, lost in her work. Sighing, Jeong-sun turned back to the aisles of products and froze. She hadn’t noticed the small bell which hung over the front door tinkle, but then again she had been in the back room for the past five minutes, shelving a new delivery of products. Yoongi caught her eye from halfway down the central aisle which mainly stocked toiletries, before turning back to the shelf. He was wearing a casual pair of jeans and a black shirt, decorated with a subtle floral pattern. His hair was dyed bleach blonde, his dark roots showing through. She craned her neck to see what he was looking at, curious, but her attention was brought away as Mi-cha asked her a question about the price of fragrance sets and the bell above the door rang to signal a new customer entering the premises. When Jeong-sun turned back to the shop floor, Yoongi was walking towards the small counter, clutching a bottle of roll-on men’s deodorant. The customer who had just entered the pharmacy, a middle-aged man clutching a doctor’s note, got in line behind her boyfriend.

Yoongi looked a little sheepish as he handed over the deodorant and took his leather wallet from the pocket of his blue jeans. Jeong-sun tried to keep a straight face as she scanned the product with her hand-held device and failed, smirking despite her surprise at seeing him there.

“You know these are cheaper at the supermarket around the corner right?” She kept her voice low but sneaked a quick glance at her co-worker.

“I went to your apartment.” He said, his voice equally quiet. “But saw you weren’t there.” He shrugged.

“I work Tuesdays.” She muttered before speaking up. “That’s 5,000 won.”

Yoongi handed over a 5,000 note without speaking and waited for the receipt. The man behind him stood patiently and Jeong-sun cast him a glance as she opened the cash register.

“I’m due my lunch break.” She murmured in a low voice. “Can you wait fifteen minutes?”

He nodded and met her eyes for a moment.

“Do you need a bag?”

He shook his head. “No, thanks.” Pocketing the deodorant and the receipt, he walked out of the store while Jeong-sun turned to the next customer. She had told him fifteen minutes, but managed to step out the store only five minutes later, having pointed out to Mi-cha that she was supposed to have had her lunch two hours earlier, but had stayed during the delivery of new medicines. Yoongi was waiting for her in the small car park beside the store, smoking a cigarette by a green garbage can. He quickly stubbed out the butt when he heard the tinkle of the bell and threw the end into the can, exhaling the last of the smoke as she walked over to him, clutching a brown leather handbag in one hand.

“How long do you have for lunch?” He asked.

“An hour. Do you want to come back to mine for a coffee? I didn’t realise you were back.” She glanced at the road before crossing the street. They walked side by side along the pavement. The afternoon was quiet, with barely any traffic.

“Yes, thank you. And we just got back this afternoon, I didn’t know you were working.” They turned the corner and walked down a narrow side street.

“How did you know where I worked?” She nodded back towards the main road they had just come down. She couldn’t remember telling him which branch of pharmacy she worked at.

“I didn’t. That was just the closest pharmacy to your apartment.” He smirked. “I figured I needed deodorant anyway, I was over my liquid allowance at the airport and had to throw some away.”

Jeong-sun laughed at this as they turned down another quiet street, this one lined with large, overfilled garbage cans which spilled bags of litter into the street. They passed several stray cats. “Where did you go again?”

“China. Hong Kong. Taipei. A few other places.”

“All in a week?” She stopped in front of a narrow brick building and opened up the magnetic clasp of her handbag. She pulled out her set of keys and twisted them in the lock.

Yoongi nodded as she opened the front door and followed her into a communal hallway. “I think I’ll sleep for two days straight when I get home.”

She closed the door behind them and led the way up a narrow set of stairs, towards her first floor apartment. “How come you didn’t go straight home?”

He shrugged as they reached the landing. “I wanted to see you first.”

Jeong-sun coudn’t help but smile as she unlocked the door to her one bedroom apartment. Her heart fluttered as she closed the door behind them and attached the safety chain, more out of habit than anything else. Living on her own in a dubious part of Seoul had its dangers, especially for a woman in her twenties. She turned to the small kitchenette which bordered one edge of the living room and felt a wave of relief when she remembered that she had cleaned it the evening before while half-watching an episode of Stranger Things on the living room T.V, glancing at the subtitles between disinfecting the counter tops and washing all the pots in the small sink.

“I missed you.” Yoongi said as she pulled her old coffee machine forward on the counter and began to fill the spout with ground coffee beans. He reached forward and touched her hip.

“I missed you too.” Turning towards him, she pressed her lips to his and wrapped her arms around his shoulders loosely as he turned his head to intensify the kiss. He tasted of cigarettes and airport coffee but, still, her chest grew warm as their tongues met, feeling comfort in the firm touch of his large palms against her waist which pulled her closer and the soft caresses of his plump lips. She opened her mouth against his and moaned as his hand moved up her white shirt and skimmed the curve of her breast. Her uniform, issued by the pharmacy, was tight on her bust and her body strained with relief when she felt Yoongi’s hands against her chest, undoing the top set of buttons with quick, talented fingers.

“I have to be back in forty five minutes.” She reminded him as she pulled away from his lips. Her white bra peeked out from the V shaped gap in her shirt and Yoongi, ignoring her last remark, moved his head forwards to kiss along her fleshy bust, running his lips along the lacy trim as his fingers traced the hard outline of her nipples through the cups. She couldn’t help but moan as he moved his mouth down and pressed a kiss against the hard nubs through the padding of the fabric.

“Yoongi...” She gasped, part in warning, part responding to the pleasure he was giving her.

“I really missed you Jeong-sun.” He repeated in a low purr, his lips against her breasts. She gulped, unable to argue with this as he sank to his knees slowly, his lips grazing her covered stomach and navy, calf length skirt as he bent. She gazed down at him as he stroked her thigh through her formal, A-line skirt, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Moving his palms lower, he reached the hem of her skirt.

Jeong-sun let out a breathy laugh, realising what he was doing. “We don’t have enough time...”

He ignored her, pushing her skirt above her knees before proceeding to tuck the sides into her waist band so the fabric pooled at her hips, giving him clear access to her panties. Pouting, he hooked his fingers around the plain fabric of her briefs and slid them down her thighs. She didn’t protest but rolled her eyes as he licked his lips and pulled the black piece of clothing over her knees and calves. Despite herself, she felt wet between her thighs as she was exposed to the air.

She sighed. “You’d better be quick.”

He looked up and met her gaze, his hands now resting on the fleshiest parts of her thighs.

“...No pressure...” She continued. He flashed her a toothy grin and she couldn’t help but laugh in reply as he nestled his blonde head between her thighs and ran his tongue along her wet slit, pushing against her folds to circle her swollen clitoris. She moaned loudly and grasped the kitchen counter for support as he encouraged her to part her legs further apart to allow him better access. His tongue was quick against her, flicking and pleasuring her nub as his mouth sucked and kissed it, his intent to make her orgasm as quickly as possible.

“Jesus...fuck...” She cursed as he met her gaze, his brown eyes dark beneath a row of thick eyelashes. Her mouth lulled open at the sight of him on his knees, his mouth parted and pink tongue out, massaging her in soft, lulling motions. Maintaining eye contact, he withdrew his muscle momentarily and made a point of licking his lips before moving back to her wetness, moaning against her delicate skin. The spectacle was enough to push her over the edge. Her knuckles were white against the dark counter as her entire body shuddered with violent waves of pleasure. Yoongi grasped her thighs firmly, steadying her as she came against him, his tongue never relenting until he was sure she had experienced as much gratification as she was going to feel and her legs had stopped trembling.

Jeong-sun glanced at her silver watch, her hands still firm against the counter tops. “We still have half an hour...” She said, her voice unsteady and breathy.

Yoongi moved away from her crotch, his lips wet and his own voice throaty. “If you make the coffee I’ll make you a sandwich.”

She laughed in reply, feeling her stomach grumble.

PART TWO

He was true to his word and walked her back to the pharmacy twenty minutes later. The next three times he visited her at the shop, over the coming months, she had been unable to get away to speak to him properly. She came to realise, after the fourth unsuccessful visit, that he wasn’t really expecting her to. He never tried to distract her or ask her to get out of her duties. He simply wished to catch a glimpse of her between his busy schedule, even if only for a few minutes.

Her younger colleague pointed him out to her one day, around a month after his first visit. He had been staying at her apartment for the past two nights, so his visit was a surprise. Perhaps he was bored.

“He never buys the same thing twice...” The younger woman said quietly, pointing down the side aisle. His hair was dyed black once again.

“Really?” Jeong-sun asked, trying to sound interested.

“Really. Weird right?” The girl shook her head cryptically before turning back to a stacked pile of out of date painkillers, ready to be sent back to the distributor to be destroyed.

Later that evening, Jeong-sun joined Yoongi in her small living room, sitting beside him on the sofa. She had spent the past half an hour talking on her mobile phone in her bedroom. As soon as she re-joined him, Yoongi sensed that something was wrong. He leaned forward and placed his palm on her covered knee.

“Is everything okay?” He asked gently.

She nodded, slowly. “Yeah.” With a long sigh... “Yu-jin is moving to China on Friday. She got a job at the Beijing zoo...she starts next week.”

Yoongi thought this through for a moment. He had only spoke to Jeong-sun’s friend once, on the day they had first met, but he knew that, unlike the other girls she was acquainted with, Yu-jin was someone she implicitly trusted and they had known each other since their time at the University of Seoul. Jeong-sun had taken Philosophy and Economics, Yu-jin had studied Environmental Horticulture and Zoology.

“Does Hoseok know?” Yoongi asked. His bandmate had not said as much, but Yoongi knew that he had been growing increasingly close to Jeong-sun’s friend since they met several months before, on the day they had played seven minutes in heaven at a house party.

“She didn’t mention.” She leaned back on the sofa and Yoongi turned to look at her, watching her expression carefully. “She seemed excited. I’m really happy for her...”

He knew that she was, but her voice told a different story. He reached out and took her hand in his. He wasn’t used to seeing her so sad and it hurt. His chest ached.

“I know...” He said, running his thumb over her knuckles carefully. “It’s okay to feel sad too.”

She nodded, her eyes fixed on the old, threadbare carpet. “Yeah. I know that.” She attempted to smile at him but her lower lip trembled. “I almost forgot. I got you something from work.” There was a trace of humour in her voice, mixed in with the sadness. “Check the carrier bag over there.” She pointed weakly to a plastic bag hooked over the corner of a wooden chair by the small kitchen table. He stood up and walked over to the chair, opening the bag and pulling out its contents. Despite the sombre atmosphere in the room, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Nicotine gum.” Jeong-sun explained, trying to keep a straight face. “For your dirty habit.” Her voice cracked and she grinned.

They spent the rest of the evening watching a television series. The episodes were easy to watch and didn’t require a lot of attention to follow the plot. Halfway through the third episode, Jeong-sun moved down the sofa and pressed the side of her head against Yoongi’s chest. They snuggled down into the cushions and he held her close. Shortly before midnight, he reached for the remote control and turned off the T.V as she shifted position on the sofa, resting her head against the soft armrest. He made love to her slowly, kissing along her cheeks as he moved against her hips and kept quiet as his lips tasted salt on her skin.

A week later they sat side by side on a public bench outside of the pharmacy. She had seen him walk past during her lunch break and called him over. She ate a tuna mayonnaise sandwich as he sat beside her, a rectangular shape in his breast pocket a telltale sign of what he had been purchasing.

“Did you try the gum?” She asked, taking a bite of the seeded bread and nodding towards his shirt pocket. Her voice was laced with humour.

“It’s helping, I promise.” He smiled.

She raised her eyebrows, a smirk on her face.

“I’ve cut down a lot. This is my first packet in three days.” He briefly touched the shape in his shirt.

“Well you know where to get more Nicorette if you need it.” She took a gulp and swallowed the piece of bread. “We do a nasal spray too...”

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes as she finished her sandwich and took a sip of the bottled water that had been part of the meal deal.

“You said you finished university four years ago.” He said, breaking the silence.

She nodded. “Yeah. Graduated in the top ten percent of my class if you’d believe that.”

“I’d believe it. And you started working here what...two years ago?”

“Near enough. Why?”

He shook his head slowly. “I was just wondering what you did before...between.” He took her hand in his.

She shrugged. “I was unemployed for a couple of months after graduating. I went to live back at home in Gwangju for a bit, with my mom and then my brother.”

“And then what?” He was genuinely curious and watched as she took another sip of water.

“I moved back to Seoul. I shared an apartment with Yu-jin and she helped with the bills while I looked for a job. Then I worked as a home carer for a while...for people with disabilities or the elderly. Took them in their shopping, helped them clean, bathe...just normal things.”

She was looking at the pavement, watching the sun gleam from the shiny bits in the tarmac. The city air smelt of cut grass, cigarette smoke and exhaust fumes from the nearby main road. Yoongi leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek. His lips were soft and warm.

PART THREE

She loved him so deeply and wholly she sometimes felt her heart would break with the pressure of it all. They had been together for eight months and nothing like this had ever happened to her before. The article on her phone from a women’s magazine, quickly glimpsed at during her morning break at work, shouldn’t have caused her much alarm but it did. She felt her heart thud in her chest as she counted on both hands, muttering quietly under her breath.

Mi-cha said nothing as she scanned the item through the till and applied the staff discount, but Jeong-sun could feel her gaze from across the counter. It was a good thing that her younger colleagues were absent from work that day. The older woman placed the box in a plastic bag and handed it to her.

“If you’re not in tomorrow I’ll tell the boss you have a stomach bug.” Mi-cha said, not unkindly. Jeong-sun quickly thanked her, refusing to meet her eye as she quickly exited the pharmacy and headed home.

Yoongi showed up at her apartment an hour later, unexpectedly. He had brought them both pre-packaged sushi from the convenience store. His face dropped as she opened the door and allowed him to slip past her. Her eyes were red and swollen.

“Are you alright?” He asked, placing the small plastic plates on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, fine.” She glanced at the sushi. “You’d better put that in the fridge. I had a late lunch at work.”

He complied silently, placing the trays on the top shelf of her almost-empty fridge, beside a tub of margarine and a sealed bag of red grapes. Jeong-sun returned to the small living area and sat down on the small sofa, waiting for Yoongi to join her. He slipped his arm around her back easily as he nestled against her and pressed his lips to her head.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

She nodded and he cuddled her as they spoke about her day at work and his upcoming performance on an American television show. After a while, he excused himself to use the bathroom and slipped into the small hallway which attached the living room to the single bedroom. The bathroom was halfway down the hall, by a closet. He closed the door behind him but didn’t bother with the lock. As he stood by the porcelain sink, washing his hands, he found his gaze dropping to the small garbage can by the toilet. Something on top had caught his eye and he bent down, examining it closer. His heart suddenly began to race in his chest as he recognised what it was and knew why it had caught his attention. He picked up the long, slim object carefully, as though it might break and frowned as he tried to make sense of the pink lines on the front of the plastic. He had seen pregnancy tests enough times on television to understand for certain that was what he was holding, but what the pink lines meant, he was no wiser. He bent back down and looked through the garbage can, trying to keep calm as he sifted through cardboard toilet paper tubes and empty shampoo bottles, searching for a set of instructions which would explain what he was seeing.

Finding nothing, he straightened up and turned to the mirrored cupboard above the sink. He opened the door and found what he was looking for immediately. The test had been part of a pack of two and Jeong-sun had clearly not used the second test. The cardboard box rattled with the spare as he picked it up and read the back, his vision blurring a little and his hands shaking with nerves. He read the instructions and double checked them, making sure he had understood.

There was a quiet knock at the bathroom door and Yoongi froze. He realised that he must have been gone for a while and, if Jeong-sun had taken the test shortly before he arrived this evening as he now suspected by the red rings around her tired looking eyes, she must have realised what he had found.

The door opened slowly and Jeong-sun entered the small room, her eyes flickering from Yoongi’s pale face to the plastic object in his hand. He clutched the box with the other. She registered the sight for a moment, accepting that she had been found out, before she gazed at the open cupboard above the sink.

“I see you found where I keep the Gaviscon.” She said drily, walking past him slowly and closing the mirrored door shut. Yoongi watched her and placed the test carefully on the edge of the sink before turning to her.

“You took a test?” His voice was calm, questioning.

She nodded. “I missed a period.”

“It’s negative?” He already knew the answer but needed her confirmation. Hearing it coming from her would make the situation feel more real. His heart rate was still increased, his stomach feeling a little fluttery with nerves.

She nodded her head again. “False alarm.” He could tell that she was relieved but her voice trembled a little nonetheless. “I’m sure I’ll come on in a day or two.”

There was a moment of silence as Yoongi tried to take this all in. Eventually, he sighed. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She reached out her hand across the space and took his in hers. “Are you?”

He nodded. She could feel his pulse underneath the pads of her fingers; vibrating through the veins in his bony hand. “Yes.” His voice was low. “It was just a bit of a shock.”

She let out a small, breathy laugh. “Tell me about it.” She smiled but there was no humour in her voice. “It’s a good thing I work in a pharmacy. Staff discount...” Suddenly, she let out a sob and moved her hand to her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears as she cried, clutching her face with her palm. Yoongi dropped the cardboard box in the sink and closed the distance between them, pulling her into him with both hands and pressing his lips to her forehead.

“Do you want me to get the snip?” He quipped, placing his chin on top of her head as he pulled her closer. She laughed against his chest, her tears staining his t-shirt, dampening his skin as her body shook against him.

“No.” She sighed, her voice vibrating against his collar bone. He held her still for a few moments, allowing her to cry out her tears. He knew she was crying with relief, which should have made it easier to hear, but he felt his heart sink with each sob. She had been scared out of her wits only an hour or so ago, and he wished he could have been there with her when she had taken the test.

“Shall I make tea?” He asked after a while, his lips pressed against her black hair.

She laughed, pulling away slightly to look up at him. Her eyes were wet and red. “You hate tea,”

“It’s not for me.”

She nodded with a small smile and allowed him to lead them both back into the living room. She drank her tea and laughed as Yoongi took a sip of his own cup with a grimace. A fresh set of tears fell from her eyes and he pulled her against his side, settling down against the cushions. They fell asleep some time later, their arms wrapped tightly around one another. He woke an hour later and gently nudged her.

“Let’s go to bed.” He whispered as she opened her sore eyes and sat up. “You’ll get all stiff if you stay here.” He led her through the hallway by the hand and they settled down to sleep, him spooning her closely to his body as she began to snore gently.

***

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uraharasfavoriteexperiment · 1 month

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i am a trans man and i have a carnal need for urahara do something about that please i dont give a fuck what you write, it could be monster sex i dont even care bro

i really wanna monster sex bcs same boo same (even down to the trans man part im a trans man and he drives me just absolutely positively rabid)

~ kitty cat

alpha(?)!kisuke urahara x werecat!male reader / fluff, smut in pt.2 content werecat!reader, werecats can shift into CAT cats [ wc ] 1422 (ps: read this!) please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

kisuke urahara was a simple man... in legal terms.

he had never been to jail, had never been to prison, hell- he'd never even gotten a parking ticket, let alone a speeding ticket.

but when he met you, that all changed.

when yoruichi, urahara's dearest childhood friend (and also werecat), brought home the scruffy black stray, kisuke was immediately infatuated. he had another werecat, ichigo, who he was very close to, and ichigo immediately took a liking to you, which wasn't common (orange cats are very odd creatures.).

there was one part of the ordeal that kisuke was very fond of: yoruichi quickly began to think of you as a brother. she even shared her milk with you whenever kisuke gave it to her... that was the oddest part about the whole situation: she refused to share her milk with even ichigo.

now, werecats used to be a predominantly wild species. when humans discovered the cat-human hybrids, certain people (who yoruichi thought shouldn't be called humans) quickly realized they could manipulate the species' genes for a very specific use: sex.

the modifications eliminated many issues: romantic barriers between human partners, sexual lines that could be crossed between partners, and most notably (because most werecats seemed to be male), the ancient-standing issue of tension between hetero and homosexual individuals.

soon after their discovery, a system spawned that was very similar to what social media called the cat distribution system. a similar "system" cropped up in which encounters with werecats commonly ended in either a fuck or in most cases, someone bringing home a cute new friend.

additionally, most werecats tended to like being called things like "kitten," "good kitty," "pretty kitty," and similar affectionate little pet names. most werecats also either couldn't speak very well, or they simply chose not to- so there was usually very little communication involved with them.

kisuke learned very quickly, however, that this was not the case with all werecats- yoruichi and ichigo were rare cases, yes, but looking back on early memories with you, kisuke quickly formed a theory that sentient werecats gravitated towards handsome, perverted candy shop owners.

was it the candy? ichigo liked candy.

was it the milk? yoruichi liked milk.

or... was it the handsome, perverted candy shop owners themselves?

kisuke urahara was very fond of that idea... he had always liked cats, and cats had always seemed to like him.

~+~

kisuke groaned and rolled over onto his back on his futon, slowly opening his tired, storm-grey eyes. he yawned loudly, stretching his arms up int the air and making grabby hands for the ceiling. he heard a very slight sound of fur shifting against fabric, and his eyes immediately looked to the right, towards the sound.

"oh, hello yoruichi!" said kisuke, grinning. he sat up and threaded a hand into his messy blonde hair and ruffled it, yawning again.

"you're ridiculous." said a falsely deep voice next to the futon. kisuke grinned like a teenage dumbass, reaching over and ruffling the fur on the sleek, black british short-haired cat's head. she growled warningly, but of course kisuke didn't listen, and if you asked about this moment later on, yoruichi would say she probably should have scratched his eyes out.

yoruichi hissed, growling from deep in the back of her throat as she reached up and pawed aggressively at his hand. she backed up, her puffed up tail swishing violently back and forth and slamming sporadically against the wooden floor. she shook herself in a quarrelsome manner and hissed again, turning and burrowing under the waist opening of a black kimono, poking her head out of the top.

"stuff it, old man." she spat, shifting into her werecat form.

"no you stuff it, kitty." he playfully spat back, fake-flinching and chuckling when she hissed again and projectile-chucked a pillow at him violently.

"why've you woken me up, hm?" kisuke asks as he stands up and reaches for his striped green and white hat. he stretched again, slipping into a matching green and white-striped shawl-thing (hada doesn't know what theyre called heh), looking over at yoruichi expectantly, his eyebrows raised and his signature stupid grin starting to sneak onto his face.

yoruichi groaned, flopping backward onto the futon dramatically.

"ugh fine, i'll tell you," she says, "i found a stray werecat and i may or may not have brought him home."

kisuke grins, getting visibly excited at the idea of meeting another were.

"oh?" he asks, "where is he? i don't see him~"

"he's hiding somewhere in here but he's here."

"you should go get him! tell him i promise i won't bite~"

yoruichi rolls her eyes, getting up and stretching like a cat and starting lazily toward the door.

"i dunno if he's sentient but ok."

she did, however, go and fetch the new fluffball- you. she had to pick you and carry you, you were that shy. when she brought you into the room with kisuke, you fluffed up and hissed, scrambling onto yoruichi's shoulders and growling defensively.

"you didn't tell him, did you~" kisuke said in fake drama, rolling his eyes. but he didn't bother to smother the grin that accompanied the eye roll. he approached slowly, slipping out of his loud-ass japapese clogs in the process so as to attempt to make himself sound less like a threat. he relaxed the muscles in his right arm and hand, reaching his hand up to let the cat have a sniff.

(reader pov)

you hissed quietly, but still carefully extended your neck nonetheless. you risked a cautious sniff, recoiling defensively. you looked up and stared at the blonde man with calculating, clearly intelligent eyes for more than one moment, eventually shifting all four tiny little paws onto one shoulder of the cocoa-colored woman who had rescued you, carefully leaning out and touching your nose to the man's fingers, finally getting an good scent.

no threat... not now, at least.

you looked up at him again and made a short, quiet trilling sound. it was something similar to the noise house cats make when an idiot human wakes them up from a sun nap, and it made the man smile. you stared at him for a few seconds, thinking. then you poised for a pounce, jumping the one or two-foot distance between the man and the woman. you landed on the man's shoulder and butted your head against his temple, then sneezed and sniffed at his hat.

the man smiled again, reaching up and making a gentle, cautious attempt to scratch behind your ear. you butted your head into his fingertips and his smile turned into a joyous grin, and he started to scratch at that one spot, eliciting a completely unwarranted purr from the back of your throat. the man chuckled, gently cupping your small, feline head in his hand and rubbing your face, neck and ear in soothing motions.

your heart slowed down a bit and the purr you were producing got deeper, indicating to the man that you were becoming more comfortable with him. you reached around with your face and licked the palm of his hand, then hopped down onto the floor and burrowed under a blanket on a futon you had seen earlier, then quickly shifted into your werecat form, wrapping the blanket around yourself. you turned and looked curiously at him, tilting your head to the side, having decided to chance at asking him a question.

"what's your name?" you asked cautiously, your voice so quiet it was nearly a whisper.

(urahara pov)

kisuke smiled, walking over and sitting down next on the futon next to you. "i'm urahara kisuke." he introduced himself, making sure to keep his voice calm and quiet so as to refrain from startling you.

you looked at him and he looked back at you, a soft, gentle smile on his face as he watched you closely, waiting for you to respond. after a moment of thought, you carefully scoot closer to him, shifting onto your calves before giving a cautious, playful bat at his hand. he smiled- and all of a sudden the action seemed to be infectious, and you fell ill with it. a small smile inched its way into existence, slithering in small bits onto your face and making his heart soar for some reason.

interesting... he thought, he likes to play. ichigo and yoruichi just seem to want to be left alone, but this one is coming out of its shell... the thought made him smile again, and your smile widened into a grin.

fell victim to writers block but had to post and so theres gna b a pt.2~

#~ | posting #《 boytoy writes ♡#《 asksksk 🤪#bleach #kisuke urahara #bleach men x male reader #bleach men x trans male reader #kisuke urahara x male reader #kisuke urahara x trans male reader #bleach smut #bleach men x male reader smut #urahara x male reader smut

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passiontaee · 6 years

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[rec:] (m) | 02

pairing: leaderline x reader

genre: smut

ratings: m 18+

warnings: studio sex, slight daddy kink, choking, foursome, crying kink, cum play, spanking, light bondage, anal sex, double penetration

word count: 2,919

summary: it’s not easy dating idols, let alone two. but luckily they’re in the same group. the only problem is one of their group members has his eye on you too and well, three guys one girl? Seungcheol makes your blood boil but yet and still he also seems to know how to make you weak in the knees. and whether you know it ot not, Soonyoung and Jihoon have picked up on this and have arranged something for their baby girl.

a/n: oof chapter two of the first part uwu

“We’re having a foursome,” Seungcheol blurts out.

You look at the three blankly. Despite being thoroughly fucked out from Soonyoung finger fucking you until your toes curled, you’re at a loss of for words. What? You start laughing at the absurdity of it, letting your body lean into Soonyoung’s. Jihoon’s arms are crossed and Seungcheol doesn’t look too happy about your reaction. You reach a hand up, carding your fingers through the blonde’s hair. Soft, despite the bleaching from their latest comeback.

“We’re not having a foursome,” you insist. You’re not letting Choi Seungcheol anywhere near your body. Despite how your loins ache for him currently, having been aroused at the sight of him watching one of your boyfriends eat you so thoroughly. Your cheeks color at the memory of how hard he’d looked at you, as if peering into your soul.

“We’re not? I thought you wanted this baby?” Soonyoung speaks up against your throat, rolling his hips against your thigh this time. He’s completely erect and you’re aware that it must be uncomfortable in those jeans. Maybe you should drop to your knees and repay the favor. You lick your lips at the thought.

“Y/n you don’t have to lie to us. We’re fine with it,” Jihoon sighs. You look at him as if he’d told you that he’s going to be growing ten inches in the next year. They’re fine with it?

“Wha—”

“Mingyu? We knew what was happening so we sent him at you. We’d already planned this out weeks ago. You’re not really slick with hiding how you feel, even towards Seungcheol. The last time we had sex you moaned his name on accident. I don’t even think you remembered that,” Soonyoung sounds amused, but you’re horrified. Seungcheol apparently finds this funny because he laughs at this, amused.

“You moaned my name? I knew you had a thing for me. You’re so tsundere,” he shakes his head at you and you want to grab Jihoon’s expensive electronics and throw them all at him. How dare he talk so highly of himself when he’s the one who’s the outsider? He’s got some nerve, you think to yourself, pouting.

“I still say no,”

“Come on, it should be fun! Look, Jihoonie’s down for it. I’m down for it. Cheol-hyung is totally down for it. You’re the only one who’s putting up resistance though you’re the main one who’s wanting it,” you’re caught by Soonyoung’s words, knowing he, in fact, knows you better than anyone. And therefore, he knows that you really have be lusting after the leader. You eye them all again, seeing the all too eager look in Seungcheol’s eyes and you relent. Far too easily.

“Fine.”

♡

You’re not even sure how they'll manage to fit.

The hoodie had been snatched off as soon as they decided to collectively pounce; Jihoon and Soonyoung at your neck with Seungcheol claiming your mouth. Of course a competition was made out of it as you two fought for dominance, but he’d won, obviously. They’d wrestled you onto the floor, stroking your hair and calling you a good girl as Jihoon tied you up with some electrical cables he’d had on his desk, promising he had a switchblade to cut them off once you were all done. You were their toy for the evening, for now. You promise to let them use you, to fuck you in every hole you have and fill you up in more ways than you can imagine. Have you ever been so horny? You’re barely knelt before it’s Seungcheol who’s whipping his length out; angrily pink and one of the prettiest cocks you’ve seen on your life. It’s hard; roaring to life and pearling white pre-ejaculate from the rose tip. Your mouth waters at the sights as he presses his tip at your mouth, Jihoon sitting in his chair, twirling your panties around his small fingers as he watches you hungrily, hand disappearing into his own sweats as Soonyoung stands beside the leader, his cock in his hand as well, pumping it as your lips part to receive Seungcheol’s girth, eyes darting between the three men. Jihoon’s free hand finds the camcorder the boys use to film videos with, deciding this will do for your sexual rendezvous. The attention of the camera has you willing to act, turning on your charm as you open your mouth to allow him to slide in just the tip, swirling your tongue around the head of his erection, his hips struggling to not just buck and shove all the inches down your throat. You four have plenty of time, and plan on using it.

“Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” the brunette hisses, Soonyoung rubbing his own cock against your cheek, smearing it with his pearly white fluid as he nods, eyes fixated on you.

“Just wait til you get to her pussy, it’s even better,” he insists, causing the three men to moan. You suck and lick, making sure it’s messy and sloppy. Eyes darting up to look at the man before you. This same man who you swore you’d smother in his sleep yet at the same time you’d purposely wear the teeniest shorts around the dorms whenever you visited and knew Seungcheol was there, just to flaunt your golden legs and watch hims stumble over himself as he struggles to keep his hands off of what isn’t his. But right now, you’re his as well. And he can finally be greedy and show you just what being only his could feel like. You long to touch one of them, to pull one closer, but you can’t due to being tied up—it’s no even a problem but the desire to touch and feel is so strong that it has you struggling a little in your restraints. Soonyoung’s hand cups your jaw, tugging gently at it as if asking you to take more of Seungcheol, and you eagerly oblige for him to slide in further until his tip is snugly pressing into the back of your throat. You struggle just moderately to breathe, but you hear cooing from Jihoon that relaxes you. You look over and see he’s stroking his shaft quickly, camera steadily on you.

“Look at you, being such a slut for three fat dicks,” he starts up, filth flowing out of his mouth like water. You moan, pressing your legs together, feeling Soonyoung seeming to want in as well. Luckily for you, having two boyfriends meant practicing slobbering all over two cocks at once, so you just open your mouth a little more for Soonyoung’s tip to follow in behind Seungcheol’s, both men cursing at the slick sensation of rubbing shafts and being inside your hot mouth. You smirk, eyeing the camera coquettishly and fluttering your lashes as you start to bob your head slowly, getting used to the stretch of your mouth. Jihoon curses from his spot, moving a little closer. “What a slut. Really, taking two at once? I wonder can you fit three, but maybe later. For now, such their cocks like a good girl,”

You’re positively leaking at this point, it not taking long before both men are fucking into the small orfice. Your mouth isn’t large enough for the thickness both men possess, so Soonyoung draws out and just ruts against your cheek as Seungcheol’s tip slips down your throat. But neither of you seem to care as his hips start moving and you relax your throat, letting him have free reign in fucking your mouth with no mercy, grunting and cursing as he looses himself. You look up and catch the underside of his jaw; all angular and sexy. You whimper, eyes watering as you struggle to breathe and struggle to not gag from the leader’s force, amazed by his beauty as well. Your boyfriends don’t hold back fisting their own members in tandem with Seungcheol’s thrusts, their deep and throaty groans filling the area of the mini studio. Your eyes close as you loose yourself, but Soonyoung’s hand is on your face again, giving you a warning look you know too well. Don’t you dare close your eyes it says loud as day, and you oblige. Your eyes lock with his as Seungcheol continues, until you feel his orgasm rock through him. You choke on semen as he pulls out, your mouth overflowing but he continues cumming onto your lips, your mouth opening for more though he sprays it on your lips to watch it drip inside. This of course triggers the other two, Jihoon even getting up to take part in coating your face and breasts with their ejaculate, spraying all over you when you do. You close your eyes as Soonyoung’s nearly blinds you, but you made a whimpering noise as you feel three cockheads rubbing the moisture into your skin like a skincare routine. You look up at the three, eyes a little unfocused, and you’re positive one of them swears.

♡

In no time you’re up on your feet, pressed into Soonyoung who kisses you with vigor. Your mouth reacts naturally as you feel yourself being pulled along as he seats himself in Jihoon’s “throne”. The other two males watch as you’re guided down by your hair to become face to face, yet again, with Soonyoung’s crotch. You lick across his softening cock slowly, to entice him as he grabs the camera from Jihoon and focuses on your face. Seongcheol moves behind you, rubbing a large hand over your ass.

“You two think she can fit two cocks in her at once?” he questions. Your legs nearly give out.

“Possibly. We haven’t tried it before but I’m sure she can. This cunt can take anything, I’m positive,” Jihoon points out, landing a smack against your left cheek. You cry out, even as he soothes over the spot with a gentle rub, before smacking again, another rub following behind it.

“You’re so good to us, y/n. So pliant and eager to please. I can’t wait to sit here and watch you choke and take two of us at the same time,” he breathes.

“I want this beautiful ass. I’ve been dying to have it squeeze my dick,” Seungcheol says, running a finger across your pucker lightly. You clench it instinctively, shuddering. “Do you two have lube?”

Soonyoung rummages around int he drawers beside him a little, keeping the camera focused on you. His cock is stirring to life again and you busy yourself with kissing at the still soft shaft, hoping it’ll spring to life soon. He grabs a bottle and tosses it to Seungcheol who catches it as Jihoon rubs his head against your folds, wetting himself up in your arousal. He sighs.

“Fuck it’s been too long,” he breathes whistfully. Soonyoung laughs from where he strokes your hair, babbling sweet nonsense to you as you ressurect his boner.

“We had sex two days ago, baby”

“Yes, but I’ve missed it still,” he pouts, causing Soonyoung to roll his eyes. Meanwhile, Seungcheol’s uncapping the bottle, drizzling the cold liquid all over your clenching rim, your body reacting immediately with a shudder. Jihoon slides in and you curse, Seungcheol prodding at your asshole with the blunt head of his cock. Soonyoung’s dick is roaring to live already, and you feel overwhelmed with sensations. The stretch of Seungcheol pushing in has you clenching at first, but you relax, remembering that clenching down would only make it worse. You mouth at Soonyoung’s balls along the underside of his cock and he struggles with filming, watching the sight of two men plugging both your holes and your mouth eagerly implying you want more cock shoved down your throat.

“Daddy’s filthy little slut, taking two huge cocks at the same time. You just had one down your throat yet you want mine,” he says to you, and you preen, knowing that he knows your daddy kink is something serious. You swallow a testicle, sucking and slobbering all over it as his length slaps you across the face lightly, feeling your holes being slowly stretched, both men trying to figure out a constant, steady rhythm to please themselves and to please you. Not wanting two separate rhythms. Neither of them were for sure dancers—maybe Soonyoung should be back there—but they don’t complain.By the time you’ve got both balls in your mouth they’re thrusting more confidently, Jihoon’s breathy little moans following Seungcheol’s deep ones, both men’s hands pawwing at your hips. Seuncheol’s roll up to your breasts cupping them from beneath you and pulls you back to take both of them in each hole as Soonyoung pulls you away from his balls, placing your head at his dick. “Suck,” he insists, though it’s a command—you know one when you hear one. It isn’t hard to tell the three were, at this point, eager to get off, get you off, and feel you in all ways possible, and it sort of pleases you to know three extremely attractive males would like to collectively rearrange your guts. You can actually feel Seungcheol’s tip poking through your stomach, actually in your guts. And it’s arousing nonetheless being used like this. The two males speed up with their tandem rhythm, your mouth parting for Soonyoung to slide through your lips. He hisses, petting you and making sure to get a close up of your face. Jihoon looks up.

“You need to see this,” he says simply and Soonyoung’s handing the camera over, pressing it close enough so that it can capture you taking two dicks. Next time, if there was a next time, you’d take two in the same hole, maybe three, but this is just the beginning.

♡

You cry as they pound away, skin hitting skin and balls slapping against your pussy. Really—tears blur your vision as Soonyoung fucks up into your mouth as the other two fuck into your lower body. Sandwiched between them, you wonder is your soul really going to leave your body.The level of arousal is high; higher than threesomes with your boyfriends. Adding Seungcheol to the mix just makes it better, and makes your legs more wobbly.

“Daddy’s good fucking cock slut; your cunt is swallowing my dick whole,”

“Yeah, take this fat cock in this tight little ass,”

You hears the two behind you, smacking her ass with their thrusts. You’re full out sobbing around Soonyoung, who’s balancing the camera but has his head tilted back, moaning relentlessly as he fucks into your hot mouth. You’re overwhelmed, overdoing it to the max but you can care less. Three dicks one girl isn’t as bad as you’d initially thought. You feel a warm sensation behind you as it’s Jihoon who’s rhythm stutters first, yelling out obscenities as Seungcheol follows suit, both pumping your spent body full of their seed. Soonyoung’s hand shoots out, unnanounced, and holds your head down until your nose is flush against his crotch, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your nose as he comes down your throat, holding you there despite your spluttering and choking. The cycle triggers your own orgasm as well, your walls and ass clenching around the two cocks nestled in there, causing the two men to groan. Your vision gets spotty and it takes you weakly whimpering for Soonyoung to seem to remember you’re literally choking most likely and he pulls your head away. You sputter, coughing up semen all over his thighs but he doesn’t care. The four of you catch your breath, the two behind you sliding out slowly. You recover your breathing and rest your head on Soonyoung’s thigh, the blonde stroking your sweaty hair. You’re entirely fucked out at this point, and on the verge of passing out right here and there. Your eyelids flutter, and you fall asleep to the feeling of Soonyoung’s fingers massaging your scalp gently.

♡

“Go away,” you huff. Jihoon plasters kisses on your face, refusing.

“Come onnnn. You liked it, y/n,” He tries to cheer you up. But you just curl more into his pillow, hiding your face. Soonyoung grumbles and rolls over, closer to you. At least he didn’t cause your ass and poor vagina to hurt. Jihoon huffs.

“I’ll buy you some ice cream,” he sing songs. You peep one eye open.

��What flavor?” you ask, pretending to sound passive. He knows you’re bullshitting.

“f/n.”

You look at Soonyoung, face all scrunched up cutely, then up at Jihoon who’s got you two caged in. He looks so hopeful, eyes sparkling. You sigh and roll your eyes.

“Fine. You can fuck my ass next time,” you oblige, earnign a wet kiss on the cheek as he hops off both of you.

“Let me go get my baby that ice cream then,” he calls, grabbing his wallet yet he calls for Seokmin as he waddles out of the doorway. You roll your eyes, but giggle as you feel the blonde pull you closer.

“What do I have to do to get some ass action?”

You’ve never slapped him across his naked chest so loud, but the cackles prove it didn’t really hurt.

#choi seungcheol #s.coups #kwon soonyoung #seventeen hoshi #seventeen woozi #lee jihoon #seventeen #seventeen fics #leader line seventeen #change up

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ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender · 7 years

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Everything Omegaverse [Reader Insert]

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2rASOky

by yfchan

Heads up, this is strictly mxm and fxf, so if you don't like that kind of stuff, here's your warning. Also, due to an incident that has happened, I will manually check comments before allowing them to be posted on my story - which is basically anything except hate.

I may or may not take requests, I'm still debating on that, mainly because I'm not good at certain requests. For the most part this is self-indulgent, and for a dear friend/sister of mine.

Enjoy ^^

Words: 1500, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Underappreciated AU's for Yaoi/Yuri Fanatics

Fandoms: Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist, Durarara!!, Gangsta. (Anime & Manga), Free!, Haikyuu!!, Hetalia: Axis Powers, Naruto, Voltron: Legendary Defender, 七つの大罪 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins, Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball, Fate/Zero, Fate/stay night: Unlimited Blade Works (Anime 2014), 機動戦士ガンダム鉄血のオルフェンズ | Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), Mekakucity Actors, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), X-Men (Movieverse), Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic, K (Anime), Boruto: Naruto - Next Generation, Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Bleach

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Omega Reader - Character, Alpha Reader - Character, Voltron: Legendary Defender Team, Kuroko no Basuke Ensemble, Nanatsu no Taizai Ensemble, Naruto Ensemble, Haikyuu!! Ensemble, Hetalia Ensemble, Free! Ensemble, Ao no Exorcist Ensemble, Boku no Hero Academia Ensemble, Shingeki no Kyojin Ensemble, Bleach Ensemble, Boruto: Naruto - Next Generation Ensemble, Fate/zero Ensemble, Fate/stay night: Unlimited Blade Works Ensemble, Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans Ensemble, Yuri!!! on Ice Ensemble, Mekakucity Actors Ensemble, Avengers Team (MCU), X-Men (Team), K (Anime) Ensemble

Relationships: Male Reader/Male Various, Female Reader/ Female Various

Additional Tags: Individual Characters will be shown in the titles, LGBTQ Themes, Heterosexuality is non-existent here lol, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Fluff and Smut, Knotting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Usually Non-canon, Reader-Insert

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Mr. Fixit met his match Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Summary: Suave, charming the man every woman wants and every man wants to be like. That is till he meets his match.

Setting: AU Lawrence, Kansas

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Dean x Lisa, Sam x Jess, Mary x John

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Crowley, Benny Lafitte, Lisa Braden, Ben Braden (later) Bobby Singer, (possible Rowena, Jodi Mills, Donna Hanscum)

Warnings: Name calling, body issues, self-hatred, smut (later), unprotected sex, fighting, yelling, disappointment (father/son), past indiscretions, cursing

Setting: Lawrence, Kansas. First couple of chapters are set in between 2005 and 2008.

Notes: Originally @smoothdogsgirl asked for a request using the song The Fix by Nelly, the idea kinda took off from the song and has grown into a monster which is all Dean’s fault I might add. So there will be more than one part to this little ditty.

Note on the story: for those who like Lisa Braden I’m sorry, I liked her as well in the show but she fit better for what I have in mind to come. Also while we know in the show John was the best father he could be with Mary gone, I’ve changed a few things up. He’s a better father with Mary but there were some rocky things that happened in the past when they were first married.

Tag List:

Forever:@winters-buck @angryschnauzer @feelmyroarrrr @fandommaniacx @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @aquabrie @marvel-lucy @supernaturallymarvellous

Supernatural: @smoothdogsgirl @ruprecht0420 @policeofficerdean @vougebandit @hell-bound-angel @aprofoundbondwithdean

Mr. Fixit tag list: @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian

Mr. Fixit match his match Masterlist

Not believing your luck or lack thereof at being in the same town, no knowing his very family for the last five years and to think all those years ago your editor and boss demanded that you set out to destroy his life. You hadn’t thought twice about rejecting the assignment, hadn’t started your career to destroy someone else and you’d been damn sure not gonna start then. In the long run it’s what got you fired and reduced to this small town away from everyone in Topeka. No one but Castiel new of your past, not having the balls to tell anyone, not that it would or should make much of a difference. But you’d decided to keep certain things a secret. Cas knew because he’d managed to worm his way passed your defenses, trusting someone for the first time in a long time.

Now however you wonder, while sitting in the Blue plate diner, breakfast menu and coffee hardly touched, eyes staring out into the murky morning. Storm clouds rolling in from the south promising rain and a dreary day, much like your thoughts. You had no reason to worry, it’s not like you wrote that article. No that’s been Lisa’s pleasure taking someone apart piece by piece; butchering their lives for profit and you’d always thought some sick amusement.

“Weather ain’t gonna change no matter how hard you stare at it babe,” slightly rough female voice sounded to your right.

Head snapping around to stare up at Jodi, who’s smiling down at you, “Willing it to turn with the power of my mind.”

“You’re a goof,” is her answering words while taking the booth opposite. “Gonna tell me what has you in such deep thoughts?”

“It’s nothing Jodi, just lost in my own mind for a moment to long is all,” smiling to dispel the thoughts you’d been having and to reassure Jodi, “What’s for breakfast?”

Sensing there’s more to the subject than you’re willing to admit to, Jodi files that little nugget away for later. “Usual, stack of pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, side of fruit and a biscuit?”

“You know me so well mama bear,” you cooed patting her hand affectionately.

Watching as she walked off, short brown hair tossed a bit by the door breeze signaling someone new has entered. Not bothering to look around at the newcomer instead focusing on the chipped baby blue Formica topped table and the laundry list of things you had to get done.

“Shame such a pretty girl to be eating alone,” whiskey roughened voice stated of the man sliding into the booth side Jodi just left.

Scowling, “What’d ya want Crowley I’m in no mood for your shit today.”

“How you wound me pet and here I thought we could be besties,” tipping his top lip up in a smug smirk, chocolate brown orbs watching your every move.

“Maybe when hell freezes over,” an unlady like snort issued from you while glaring daggers at the English man. “So I ask again what’d want?”

“Feisty, just how I like my women,” giving you a wink before glancing around. His eyes came back to settle on you making you wonder what’s going on in his twisted mind. “I have a proposition for you love one that could benefit us both.”

“I’ve had my quota of dating snakes thank you very much so the answers no,” arms crossed you send another glare his way that could peel paint off a wall.

Never one to judge people by how others speak of them, you’ve always waited and figured them out on your own. Having given Crowley the benefit of the doubt when first meeting, almost five years ago now, you knew better having had a few run ins with the Englishman. His dealings whether it be through his business as owner of one of the biggest garages, besides Winchester and son, in the area or personal favors and deals Crowley can't be trusted. You’d seen that with your own two eyes and wouldn’t be going down that pothole infested road ever.

“You may want to rethink your tone pet, one never knows when you might need a friend,” his oily smile giving you the need to go take a long hot shower, scrubbing with bleach to disinfect.

“What exactly are you talking about Crowley?”

Dark eyes flicking up towards the entryway, quickly filling with disgust then gone, replaced by a smug smile as he refocuses on you. “In due time, all will be revealed till then think about having a five figure bank account, job security and a better life.”

Soft growl leaves your lips. “If you think I’d come to work for you, your even crazier than I thought.”

Tsking, shaking his head, “You say that now love but give it time you might see things my way soon.”

“Your ways the highway Crowley now get to steppin’ before you ruin her appetite,” very seldom had you heard the harshness in Jodi’s voice till now, as she sets your breakfast down.

Slipping out of the booth he gives her the once over, “Don’t worry I was just leaving wouldn’t want to eat anything from this rat infested place anyway.” Turning his eyes back to you, “Think on what I said love it could be very beneficial for you.”

“Nothing good ever came from knowing you Crowley,” deep male voice stated from behind you, back going ramrod straight at the menacing tone.

“You would know right Winchester? Worked for then burned me by leaving, taking my costumers with you,” anger simmering in his tone while stepping up to Dean.

Smug smirk pulling at those full lips, “Can’t help they wanted perfection and not deception. Once you have a Winchester you never go back.”

Couldn’t help the eye roll you gave at Dean's words, this guy sure is full of himself, you think while sipping cold coffee.

“All right take your testosterone filled selves outside there’s no fighting on my diner,” Jodi yelled snapping her towel at both men, her own angry scowl gracing her features.

Sitting quietly during the whole exchange, wondering how much Dean, if any, had overheard. You couldn’t afford to lose your job it paid when your journalism career didn’t. Not to mention you loved working for Mary and John they’d become family when your own didn’t exist any longer.

“Slumming it are we?” Dean asked sliding into the booth, giving you a gimlet look while silently accepting the cup of black coffee Jodi sat before him.

Crossing your arms your own glare in place, “What’s it to you Winchester?” venom lacing your tone.

“You happen to be an employee sweetheart it doesn’t look good to be talking with the competition,” he returned features having settled into a neutral expression.

Snorting, turning your gaze to a breakfast that’s cooled by now, “Again none of your business.” Looking up to see him staring at you with an unreadable expression on his handsome face, you tip your head to the side, “Something crawl up your ass?”

Leaning forward, voice low and laced with contempt, “Listen here Benedict Arnold you work for me and faster than you can snap those little fingers of yours I can have you fired.”

“John Winchester hired me asshole not you,” you growl pushing your plate away, pulling your wallet out and landing a twenty down before sliding from the booth. Raking him with a sneer plastered on your lips, “Mind your own damn business and quit ear hustling.”

With that said, you storm out of the diner gaining a few stares on the way out. “What’d you say to her, Dean?” demanded Jodi, who walked over right as you left.

“Nothing,” he spat raising as well, mind turning over what just happened trying to cool his temper.

“Sure didn’t look like nothing to me,” shaking her head while tsking under her breath about how you didn’t eat. “Been back in town just a few days and already stirring up trouble.”

Raking a hand through his light brown hair, muttering to himself, “Would've been better to stay gone.”

“And how’s that working out for ya Dean?” having heard his muttering. Dean goes to answer but Jodi comes back at him with more, “Not too well huh? This town, it’s people have changed and forgotten what happened. Not like many truly cared beyond the gossip, only ones been hurtin’ is your family and you, Dean. Instead of lashing out at folks why not take a step back and try to mend some fences instead,” giving him a sympathetic smile before walking off.

Watching her go, Dean knows in the back of his mind Jodi’s right, lashing out like he had wasn’t the answer. However, coming into the diner and seeing you sitting with Crowley raised his hackles. Bringing back memories of a different time, different woman and a whole nother set of issues he didn’t want to examine in the light of day or at any time truly. But he couldn’t, shouldn’t compare you to her not when he doesn’t know you from Adam. Taking a breath, claiming his anger, Dean left the Blue plate heading for the garage to apologize for his attitude.

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Trying to cool your own anger, having peeled out of the parking lot headed towards work, you have every intention of telling John what happened. Stupid’s never been your deal, crazy hell yes, but not stupid. Not when much more hung in the balance than just your job.

Pulling your car to a stop, taking a couple of deep breaths before getting out, purse slung over your shoulder, a purposeful stride to your step. Barely acknowledging Benny’s good morning, or the frown forming on Bobby’s lips, your focus solely on the big man himself, John Winchester.

Feet propped on the edge of his desk, cup of coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other, he doesn’t bat an eye when you walk in, door slamming shut behind you. “Mornin’ sweetheart, what’s crawled up your butt this early?”

Pacing, fingers picking at the small fuzz balls on your soft heather grey sweater, lip caught between your teeth wondering how exactly you should approach the subject. “You know I’d never leave you right?”

Brow lifts as the newspaper drops in half backwards to rich brown eyes staring straight into your soul. “Yeah, now what exactly is this about Y/N?” all playfulness gone from his demeanor as John put his coffee down.

“Your jackass of a son for one,” the words coming out in a huff as you pause and lock eyes with the eldest Winchester.

Puzzled, he sits forward in the high back leather computer chair, “I thought you and Sam…”

Waving him off, “Not Sam, who’s a sweetie FYI,” color flooding your cheeks as anger returns and you spit out, “Dean.”

Even more confused than before, John raises to come and stand before you, “What about Dean? You don’t even know him.”

“I know his kind,” you mutter low enough that John doesn’t catch your words. “He’s an ass, barges into other people’s business when it’s not asked of him. Thinking he has rights when he’s been absence for so long.” Starting to pace again, missing the frown marring his features as he watches your steps.

“Stop pacing before you wear a rut in my floor Y/N,” there’s a command to his tone that has you pausing and looking up at him. “Start from the beginning and explain.”

For the next ten minutes you break down everything that happened at the diner, leaving nothing out. Fingers tapping out a soft rhythm against your leg that your foot takes up, a nervous habit you’ve had all your life.

“So he wants to pouch one of my best employees now and not just the costumers he’s already taken,” shaking his head, he runs a callused hand through his hair letting it rest on the back of his neck. “You didn’t have to tell me this. But I’m guessing you’re afraid Dean would say something and you’d be tossed out on your ass.”

“Not exactly John,” starting to pace again. You seen the dark shadows under see his eyes, the rumpled black Carhartt over shirt, the weariness in his posture, so much is already riding on his shoulders you curse yourself for adding more. “I’m mean yeah that’s part of the reason, but the biggest fact is I didn’t want to keep that from you. Knowing Crowley’s out for the garage,” pausing you look back up at him. “You protect family no matter the cost; I mean I’m not implying we’re family, more friends but still…”

“Y/N,” voice stern to catch your attention, “you’re babbling.”

Giving him a sheepish grin, bringing your bottom lip in to chew at, “Sorry.”

Chuckling, “S’okay sweetheart,” sobering his stare piercing you, searching before speaking again. “You’re wrong.”

It’s your turn to be puzzled, “About?”

“You’re family kid just as much as Bobby or Benny. You’ve seen us through more shit than I’d care to discuss and yet stood by us,” unexpectedly he brings you in for a tight hug.

Which you return, resting your head on his chest, “Thank you John you don’t know how much that means to me,” emotions clog your voice making it quiver. Pulling back, after returning the embrace, “What about Crowley?”

He did have some idea, back ground check and all, but right now that’s not the pressing topic. “We’ll deal with him Y/N, for right now put him and his slimy offer out of your mind.”

“Will do boss man,” giving him a smile before turning to leave. “Best get to my post before the whole place falls apart,” you toss over your shoulder while walking out hearing the deep booming laughter of Johns. Smile fading when you see who’s standing at the door, “Winchester,” comes out on a growl as you make to pass him.

“Have a minute?” Dean looks from you to his father and back again.

“For you,” raking him with a scathing look, “I don’t even have a second,” pushing passed the wall of muscle blocking your way out. It doesn’t budge even a fraction of an inch.

“Listen cut the crap sweet cheeks I’m trying to apologize here,” arm coming out to impede your journey as you try to side step him.

Cutting your eyes at him, “You can take your apology and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine Winchester,” forcefully pushing his arm and body out of the way. “And stop calling me those ridiculous nicknames; I have a name use it. Better yet don’t speak to me at all, don’t look at me, nothing just pretend I’m not here and we’ll be good. Because that’s how I’m gonna treat you.” With that said you twirl around, your H/C tossed over your shoulder, booted feet making noise as you leave both men behind.

Both John and Dean are left standing there watching as you walk towards the receiving desk to get things set out for the morning rush, along with brewing two pots of coffee and tiding up the waiting area. Dean didn’t know if he should be elated, offered or turned on right then as very few women could withstand his charms.

Whistling low, “Someone sure put a bee in her bonnet this morning,” grimacing, Bobby came to stand before both men. “Would hate to be on the receiving end of her tongue lashing, but wait you already have Dean,” chuckling the older man patted him on the shoulder. “Give it time she might thaw towards ya boy.”

Snorting John turned to go back into his office, “You know Y/N better than that Bobby, she still holds a grudge against Gab for that stupid trick he pulled on her a few years back.”

Dean’s always loved a challenge and you’ve just become his next one.

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