#he dicked me down so fucking good like babygirl will remember this dick all her life

[oreocoffee]

How do I find a man?! How do I keep a man!! Why did he make ship canceled 😭

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Little perv | Stucky

Co-Written with @lanabuckybarnes

// Pairing //

Stepbrother!Bucky Barnes x Stepsister!Reader x BestFriend!Steve Rogers

// Summary //

You didn’t mean to walk into Steve but when you do and he tells your stepbrother about it, they will teach you a lesson how to be a good girl.

// Wordcount //

4.956 Words

// Warnings //

18+, Minors DNI, dubcon, stepcest, smut, threesome, both boys are dicks and cute, they are both huge, fingering (fem!receiving), oral (male!receiving), deep throating, choking, crying during sex, degrading, unprotected p in v, anal play, unprotected anal sex, double penetration, spitting, slapping, praises, pet names (sweetheart, babygirl), aftercare

// Authors Note //

This oneshot is co-written with @lanabuckybarnes, I wanna say thank you bbg, for listening to all the ideas, coming up with your own ideas. And especially for helping me to write it while I freaked out. This wouldn’t be as filthy and it wouldn’t even exist with your help, so thanks for writing this together with me.

// Events //

Build-A-Bucky-Bingo | BABB055 | December | Sensory Play | @buckybarnesevents | LGBTQ+ Bingo | G4 | Bisexual Threesome | @lgbtqbingo | Stucky Bingo: Round 5 | 5089 | B2 | Kink: Double Penetration | @stuckybingo

// Masterlist | Stucky Masterlist //

You groaned as you heard the shower running; your body was aching and you were in dire need of the relaxing feel of the water over your body—low and behold just as you’d grabbed your towels Bucky’s friend Steve had stolen the shower from you.

To say you were irritated was an understatement, you’d been dealing with shit like this ever since your dad’s new girlfriend moved in with her man-child son. Bucky was the quarterback of your college football team, a complete catch for any stupid girl silly enough to believe his charming eyes and wicked tongue, which you found out was quite a lot of girls; almost every weekend he’d hop out to a party and either come home reeking of sex and booze or with a girl clung to his hip, sucking dark marks into his thick neck as his large hands ran over her body— they would barely make it into his bedroom before she was moaning like a pornstar and he was growling like a fucking animal.

You suspected all that fucking booze and constant bashing into other burly men had gotten to his brain because he had a teasing, arrogant, don’t-give-a-fuck attitude that rolled off his body in waves. And by god did he love making you squirm.

The first time it happened you brushed it off, after all, he was probably so used to walking around in only his sweatpants; they hung low, the waistband of his briefs easily visible, accentuating his Adonis belt and soft happy trail that sunk below his pants.

You thought you’d stopped your gawking quick enough but Bucky had caught you—and you were in for it now.

Ever since that day Bucky had been more relaxed in the clothing department when he was around you, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d worn a shirt around you; his corded muscles rippling under his tanned skin, biceps bigger than your head bulging as he brought his water bottle up to his plush lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped down the cold liquid. He tried his best to bite back the shit-eating grin threatening to plaster over his face as he shuffled by you, tall frame looming over you, your ass rubbing against the front of his sweats ‘accidentally’. After a quick glance your way the smile broke free, you’d stopped stirring your tea, head dipped to hide your reddened face behind your locks of hair but no amount of effort could wipe the mortification you felt and Bucky was loving it.

And now he’d even roped his friend into this absurdity.

Noting that the shower had finally stopped you gathered your towels and other toiletries in your arms and shuffled down the hall, bare feet slapping against the hardwood as you walked. Bucky’s room door lay adjacent, shooting noises and cursing flowing through the crack as he played whatever goddamn game that had him up at 4am most nights.

You were so distracted by Bucky you neglected to knock on the bathroom door to make sure it was well and truly empty.

“Well, what do we have here?” Steve’s cocky voice broke you from your trance, his hair pushed back and a towel hung low on his hips showing off his washboard-like abs; he wasn’t as wide as Bucky but definitely just as built. His blue eyes watched you from the mirror above the sink.

Your mouth gaped and shut like a fish out of water as you stuttered over your words, your brain shutting down at the worst possible time ‘Stupid fucking brain’.

“Never knew Buck's new step sis was such a fucking perv” he turned, hand gripping the waist of his towel as he stalked forward until you stumbled over your own feet, your items falling as you reached out instinctively to grab at something close to you— unfortunately that happened to be Steve’s towel.

“Wow! Tryna strip me now huh?” He chuckled, thick fingers gripping your wrist, his towel remaining in place thanks to his earlier hold.

“No-I” you tried to speak but his stormy eyes shot you down quickly.

“Sureee” he smirked, tongue poking against the inside of his cheek “We’ll see what Bucky has to say about this” he finished and before you could react he’d dragged your body down the hall and into Bucky’s room.

“I—I don’t think Bucky wants to know anything about it. And I— uhm I’m it was an accident to walk into the bathroom while you are still in here,” you mumbled, every thought washed out of your mind.

Steve chuckled, pushing you away from him causing you to stumble through the room until you were standing in the middle of it, facing Bucky with widened eyes and slightly parted lips.

“Didn’t know your sister is such a perv, Buck. Came into the bathroom and when I asked her about it she wanted to take away the towel around my waist,” the blonde-haired man laughed. He walked closer to you, his hands gripping your waist before he pushed you closer to Bucky who was sitting on the bed.

Bucky’s legs were dangling down off the edge of it, he smirked at you with that shitty knowing and arrogant smirk. You blushed softly when he held his hands out for you to grab, when you didn’t take his hands Steve pushed you closer until Bucky was able to grasp at you and pull you closer to him.

“Are you that much of a needy girl?” Bucky cooed, pulling you down until you were seated on his thigh. His thick muscles were pressing perfectly against your throbbing cunt and you couldn’t help yourself, your hips slowly grinding you on his leg. “Oh, you really are a needy little whore, say it, babygirl, tell us that you’re such a horny little bitch for us.”

You whimpered, his thick thigh pressed against your pussy was too much for you to think straight. Bucky laughed darkly, his hands making their way to your waist and he helped you to grind on him.

“Stevie, look how fucking desperate she is, such a fucking whore for us. Say it, babygirl! Say it!” Bucky said in a stern tone. When you still didn’t answer his demands he stopped your movements. You whined, throwing your head back and hitting Steve’s lower stomach. You didn’t even realize he was so close to you but your head was resting against him now. “Fucking say it, bitch.”

“I—“ you cried out when Steve grasped your throat, his fingers were digging into your soft flesh and your eyes widened immediately. He didn’t let go of your throat, his fingers were digging more into your soft skin and you gasped. “I’m a whore for you.”

Both men chuckled, Steve loosened his grip and you inhaled deeply. Bucky still didn’t let you move on his thigh, he was looking up at Steve, nodding towards him and before you could have asked something you were turned around and tossed onto Bucky’s bed.

“Good girl, now ask daddy to let you suck his cock,” the brunette smirked, he was now standing next to Steve, both admiring you shamelessly. It felt a bit like you were nothing but a piece of meat for them, and maybe you were right now.

You didn’t answer him, your eyes just looking at them while you were placed on your back. “Think she wants to be punished, what do you think, Buck?”

A low groan left Bucky’s lips, he placed his hands on the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing them slowly down. Your eyes wander over his toned chest and abs to his hands which were going to reveal his hardening cock. Steve was making his way around the bed, one of his hands on his cock, palming himself and feeling himself getting harder underneath the towel.

Bucky pushed his sweatpants down eventually, his boxer briefs following and his cock sprung free. The tip was red, leaking with pre-cum and you whimpered once more. Your mind was too dizzy to care what both men were going to do with you, you just needed them, needing them to help the ache in your pussy.

“Open your mouth and suck daddy’s cock like the fucking little whore you are,” Bucky groaned, walking a step closer. He lowered himself slightly, his hand tapped your cheek lightly and you did as you were told. With a grunt he pushed his cock into your mouth, immediately thrusting forward when the warmth of your mouth surrounded his cock. Bucky couldn’t — he didn’t want to hold back his thrusts, he wanted you to take him completely into your sweet little mouth.

Steve who had settled on the bed, spread your legs apart, he’d taken off your pants already, the only fabric between him and your pussy was the thin sopping material of your panties. Steve ran his fingers up and down your inner thigh, inching closer to your soaked pussy. “Fucking soaked, making a mess in her panties.”

You moaned in response, Bucky’s cock moved in and out of your mouth, causing you to gag around his length. He didn’t care how much you sputtered and pushed his cock deeper into you, tears were streaming over your face and you quietly sobbed when he hit the back of your mouth over and over again.

Steve’s fingers were now circling your pussy, the fabric still covering your wetness but the intensity of his movements made you go crazy. He pinched your clit through your panties and you tried to move away from him but he held you in place. Steve then slipped his fingers under your panties, before deciding it wasn’t good enough and ripping the fabric into two pieces and throwing them away.

Any type of protest was muffled by Bucky’s cock, his pre-cum leaking onto your tongue and you hummed your satisfaction. “Yeah, that’s what you like, huh? Fucking desperate slut needs to be punished for your being so needy.”

Bucky guided his cock in and out of your mouth, loving the way your tears fell down your cheeks while he hit your throat with every push of his cock into your mouth. He groaned, his hand making its way around your throat and he squeezed your soft flesh slightly. Your eyes shot open, terror written in the color when he squeezed more and more.

You wiggled, trying to pull away from him but your stepbrother held you in place. He beamed down at you, then he loosened his grip around your throat and removed his cock, giving you a moment to breathe deeply. With a rough laugh he brought his hand to your jaw, and with a bit of pressure he made you open your mouth. Bucky was then spitting into your mouth, looking at the way you involuntarily swallowed his saliva.

“Fuck, you little bitch. You’re so fucking desperate, swallowing my spit like you’re gonna do with my cum,” he groaned, placing his cock back in your mouth, thrusting harshly and fast in and out of you.

Steve worked one of his fingers into your tight cunt, his fingers were moving between your folds for a while, gathering your arousal. But now he just needed to stretch out so he would be able to fit his huge, veiny cock into you. “You’re so fucking tight. Bucky didn’t know your little stepsis felt like a virgin.”

“Oh don’t worry, she might’ve not fucked a boy yet but I know she fucked herself, haven’t you, babygirl?” Bucky cooed. Steve chuckled, removing his finger before he was pressing his finger against your entrance once again. His thick finger entered you and he immediately pushed another finger into you, causing you to moan loudly — or at least as loud as possible with your stepbrother's cock down your throat. “Have heard you moaning my name like a desperate slut, fucking yourself with your small fingers, not even comparable to my cock, babygirl.”

You moaned around his huge length. Steve curled both of his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. The attempt to throw your head back was stopped by the bed and you only arched your back, pressing more against the blonde-haired man’s fingers.

“Don’t you dare to cum you fucking whore,” Bucky growled, his hand back around your throat and squeezing once again. Your eyes rolled back, pleasure growing inside of you especially when you felt Bucky’s cock twitch in your mouth, his balls slapping against your face.

You whined when Steve slipped his fingers out of your tight entrance, pushing one of his digits back into you so he felt you clench around him. “So tight, sweetheart. Can’t wait to fill you with my cock.”

Before you could respond in any way Bucky removed his cock, smirking at Steve like he got the best idea he could ever get into his mind. His tongue was poking out, gliding across his lips when he took a step back and grasped your hair, causing you to hiss. Bucky made you sit up, your front to Steve while your back was towards Bucky.

“Take off your shirt, sweetheart. Let me see your pretty tits, poor things, hidden by your clothes,” Steve mumbled, sitting on his knees in front of you. Your hands shook when you brought them to the hem of your shirt, slowly taking it off and revealing your bare body to the men.

Steve’s hands immediately reached out to place them on top of your breast, squeezing the soft flesh. A low moan escaped his lips the moment he saw your lips parting and a quiet moan leaving your perfect, pink lips. He played with your nipples, twirling them between his fingers until you were nothing but a whimpering and moaning mess.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart. Be a good girl, huh?” You moved a bit, getting on your knees and giving Steve better access between your wet folds. Bucky undresses himself as well, getting on the bed behind you, his big hands caressing your smaller frame.

Bucky and Steve were huge compared to you, and you between them made you feel even smaller. Their hands were roaming over your body, arousal was dripping out of your cunt, slowly wetting your inner thighs. You squirmed slightly, you wanted them to touch you properly, you needed them to fuck you.

“Impatient, babygirl? Do you know that bad girls get punished?” Bucky whispered into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. He kissed down your neck, biting into your flesh before he licked over it and kissed the spot. “Are you going to be good for us?”

You nodded your head, letting it fall back against Bucky’s shoulder. Steve stroked his cock slowly, his thumb brushed over his plush head and he groaned while he smeared his pre-cum all over his tip and shaft. He then got closer to you, his cock placed in between your legs and he pushed his hips forward. Steve was grinding his length through your folds, your pussy clenched around nothing while his rock-hard cock pressed against your clit and he brushed his cock over it with every movement.

“Doing so good, sweetheart. Do you want my cock?” He asked, grinning at you when you nodded. Your head was still resting against Bucky’s shoulder. Just a moment after you nodded Steve’s hand flew across your face. Your eyes widened and tears built up in them, slowly rolling down your cheeks. Steve’s handprint appeared on your cheek, red and burning. “Shhh— I’m sorry, sweetheart. But you need to use your words.”

Steve mumbled before he pressed his soft, plump lips against your burning cheek. You hissed, but Bucky’s broad body behind you held you in place. To make it up to you, Steve grasped his cock and pushed it slowly into you, his cock stretched you out and you whined.

“Too big, Steve. Please, too big,” you mumbled, shutting your eyes tight. Your hands gripped whatever was close to you, his thick shoulders. Your fingers were digging into his flesh when he bottomed out inside you.

“Doing so good for us. Fuck, you’re right, sweetheart. Could immediately come in your pussy, you’re squeezing me so much already,” the blonde-haired man said, smirking when he looked at you.

Steve gave you a moment to adjust to his size, playing with your nipples. He twirled them between his fingers, squeezed your breasts and sucked softly at your sensitive skin. His cock was resting deep in your pussy, walls clenched violently around him and he needed to focus to not come immediately inside of you.

Meanwhile, Bucky was looking for some lube in his drawer, squirting some of the cold liquid on his fingers. He then placed his fingers on your even tighter hole, smearing the lube around before he pushed one of his digits against your tight muscle ring. You shake your head, not sure if you want him to fuck your ass but when Steve slowly moved his cock you melted into their embrace and let Bucky work his finger into your puckered hole.

Whines and moans were all that left your lips, desperate and needy to be fucked like a slut — exactly what both men did, at least when you were prepared for Bucky’s cock in your ass.

Bucky pushed his digit into you, and you welcomed him immediately, sucking him deeper inside you. A low chuckle left his lips and he looked at his best friend. “Fucking slut is sucking my finger into her ass like she is made to be fucked. Like to be fucked by two men, huh?”

You didn’t answer, too deep into the pleasure both of them gave you. Steve’s cock was twitching in your tight pussy, the feeling of him in you, making you still feel like he would rip you apart and Bucky’s finger moving deeper into your ass before he added another didn’t help your fogged mind.

“B—Bucky, please. N—Need you.” You weren't sure what came over you, your pussy was already hurting with Steve’s cock inside but Bucky would ruin your ass. It would hurt a lot more would he push in especially when you’re not stretched out with his fingers, but the pleasure you felt was just too good to wait for him to work you open for his pretty but huge cock.

“He has to stretch your tight ass before he can push into you, sweetheart. We don’t want you to have too much pain when we fuck you, it’s not just about us, it’s also about you,” Steve told you, his hips slowly moving against yours but just so slightly that you could cry out frustrated. The tip of his head was hitting your sweet spot with every movement and you felt the knot in your belly already tightening but he stopped his movements once again.

Bucky worked three of his fingers into your ass, he scissored them, stretching you out for his cock. And then he pulled them out of you, smirking about the frustrated whine that left your lips. “Needy, aren’t we, babygirl?”

You rolled your eyes, feeling the tip of his cock against your entrance. You wiggled your ass, trying to push against him but Steve grabbed your waist and held you in place.

Bucky grasped the lube once again, this time he squirted it onto his hard cock. Without warning he entered your puckered hole. Your eyes widened, your breath hitched and you felt the pain appear in your ass. This wasn’t quite comfortable, especially not with Steve’s cock pressing against the thin wall between his and Bucky’s cock inside of you.

“No— too—“ you got interrupted by another harsh slap but this time on your ass and Bucky was the one who brought his hand down against your skin.

“It will fit, we will make it fit and you will take us like the good fucking whore you are!” His voice was stern and not even Steve’s soft touches against your breasts and cheek didn’t help against the pain in your ass.

You nodded, letting him slide his dick inside of you. Both men were balls deep inside of you, giving you a moment to take a deep breath. It felt at the same time good and bad, you wanted to get off their cocks but at the same time, you needed them to fuck into you and destroy your holes in the most delicious way possible.

Steve was the first one who pulled out of you before he slammed his cock back into you. Bucky and his best friend were groaning just as loud as you moaned when Steve started to fuck you. Bucky followed his movements, and so you were kneeling between those broad men, two cocks inside of you while they slammed into you with such force.

The pain you felt quickly turned into pleasure and the desperate moans that left your lips showed that. Bucky was kissing along your neck, while Steve couldn’t stop himself any longer — his lips were pressing aggressively against yours but instead of pulling away you kissed him back.

The knot in your lower stomach was growing, their thick veiny cocks inside of you, stimulating your sweet spot and themselves made your mind go dizzy. “Please, please.”

“What do you need, babygirl? Do you want us to stop?” Bucky asked sweetly and you shook your head, lips parted when Steve used the moment to fuck even harder inside of you. The only sound that left your lips was a cry and your eyes rolled back. Bucky laughed, his hand sliding to your neck and he held it in a loose grip.

“Guess she wants us to make her come before we fill her up with our pretty babies,” Steve growled. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Fucking love that clenching pussy.”

Bucky hummed, agreeing with his best friend. Your walls were clenching around them and both could tell you were just as close as they were. With a harsh thrust from Bucky into your tight ass and a sloppy thrust into your pussy — which was still hitting your sweet spot — you came all over Steve’s cock. You were clenching around them painfully, sucking them even deeper into you while you squeezed them and it caused them to come inside of you.

Bucky’s hot breath hit the sweaty skin of your neck, and his grip around your throat tightens while he pumped his cum into your ass. Steve dug his fingers into your hips, rutting into you, groaning and throwing his head back.

“Fuck, so fucking tight. Take my cum, take my babies,” Steve moaned and you bit your lip when you thought about his words. Your mind was still dizzy and you could feel their heavy breaths on your skin, their sweaty body pressed against yours and their cum slowly dripping out of your holes.

“Taking our cum like a good little slut. Yeah, that’s what you are, our good slut. You look so beautiful when you come,” Bucky grinned and bit your neck slightly. Both were fucking you through your orgasm before they pulled out of you.

They had their hands still on your body, holding you in place while they watched your mixed cum dripping out of you and flowing down. Bucky dipped a finger into the mixture, bringing it to his mouth, and sucking on it before he repeated, only this time he held his finger in front of your mouth.

“Suck it clean, it tastes good. You taste so fucking good baby girl. Especially mixed with our cum,” he chuckled when you let him push his finger into your mouth, you sucked at it, moaning about the salty taste — it was delicious, and sucking Bucky’s finger was just as delicious as the cum.

You were so fucked out; so high on the aura of the room, both boys panting around you, trying to find a sliver of air around the sex-filled space.

“Fuck” Bucky groaned out as he stood from the bed, slightly pushing your form forward until you collapsed onto Steve’s awaiting body.

“There we are sweetheart you did so well, so good for us…took your punishment like a champ baby” Steve cooed, his thick fingers combing through your matted locks, separating the sweaty knots gently.

Bucky watched the pair as they settled against his headboard, smiling softly at just how fucked out you were, a bubbling mess on top of Steve and soaking up his praises like a sponge.

“Mmm Buck” you croaked out, eyes barely cracking open to watch the man as he slid a pair of briefs up over his legs before adjusting himself. His heart clenched at the sound of your raspy voice just barely forming any words, he wanted nothing more than to dive into the bed with you and Steve and snuggle close to you but he was well aware that you needed to be taken care of.

“I’ll be right with you babygirl ok” he squatted down to look at you, a soft smile pulling on his lips and wrinkling the corners of his eyes before he planted a soft kiss along the bridge of your glistening nose and disappeared into the bathroom.

When he returned Steve had pulled you up into his lap, his legs dangling off the bed as he spoke to you about nothing in particular, keeping you awake long enough for them to look after you.

“Come on sweet girl” Steve spoke smiling at the appearance of Bucky “Let’s get you all cleaned up”.

He stood; lifting you like you weighed nothing, a wide palm on your ass while his other cradled your waist making sure you didn’t slip from him, physically and mentally.

The warm sudded water was a welcoming touch, your muscles tensing as your lower body stung lightly but it quickly subsided into a soothing feeling that left your eyelids heavy. A groan sounded from behind you followed by the sloshing of water as someone settled in; his firm arms pulling you close until your back hit his soft chest.

“Still with us babygirl?” Bucky’s breath fanned against your ear as he leaned in close, his plush lips running from behind its shell to the nape of your neck.

You hummed, but the sound wasn’t enough for the boys. Steve leaned over the tub, his index finger curling under your chin and his thumb pulling at your lower lip.

“Come on sweetheart, use those words…you wouldn’t want poor Buck and me to worry all day about hurting you” he murmured, his thumb drifting over the soft pink of your mouth.

“Mm mm, you didn’t hurt me Stevie—just feeling too good and tired” you mustered, your brain still short-circuiting and swirling in that deep subspace.

“That’s ok baby as long as you’re feeling good” He leaned forward, kissing you gently before accepting the bottle of body wash and loofah Bucky held out to him.

“Gonna wash you up, that ok?” The blonde man asked, already squirting a heady amount of the sweet-smelling scent into the sponge.

“Uh huh” You responded meekly, suddenly the thought of Steve touching you all over so intimately had you feeling all shy—something that made Steve’s heart swell as he noticed the soft blush perching over your cheeks.

His hands worked softly, lifting each arm and scrubbing away the sweat and heavy scent of sex from you while Bucky took his time massaging over your hips and thighs, thumbs pushing into the tight knots.

You were almost completely unconscious by the time they’d deemed you clean; the water had gone cold and Steve had scrubbed the same spot on your tummy a thousand times yet none of you wanted to leave the loving coils of the other. Bucky broke first and brought you up with him as he stood, turning you and lifting you out before wrapping you in a huge fluffy towel. He scooped you up again and walked back down the hall to his room, leaving Steve to clean himself and the bathroom up.

“Shit” Bucky cursed, stopping suddenly in the middle of his room. Through all the fussing over you, he’d completely neglected the fact his sheets were covered in your combined juices.

You turned your heavy head to look over your shoulder, a soft chuckle leaving your lips as you realised just what exactly had Bucky grumbling.

“It’s alright we can sleep in my bed” you whispered against his temple, lipsing the spot softly and earning a playful spank in return as he turned on his heel and down to the opposite end of the corridor to your room.

Bucky dried you off quickly, eager to get under the sheets and you in his arms; your soft giggles music to his ears as the fabric ran down your sides and over your breasts.

Finally, Bucky got his wish as he tucked you under your sheets and rounded the bed to the other side, his naked frame curling in beside you, his arm snaking over your waist and pulling your back into his front. Steve joined soon after and slipped into the bed in front of you, his hand running up your arm before cupping your cheek and kissing you softly.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better little girl tonight, can’t wait to do this more” he mumbled against your lips, paying no mind to the fact you’d drifted off to sleep as soon as he’d joined you and Bucky.

“Mhmm” Bucky agreed, blue eyes meeting the stormy colour of his friends “But next time I get her pussy” The growl in Bucky’s voice left no room for argument, but Steve only chuckled.

“Sure man, sure”

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4 Minutes ep 4

lol oh we're just jumping right in to Win finding out Tonkla's a murderer??? Ok! i like it! But anyway Win, you better answer that phone when your murder twink is calling, you promised! I really need clarification on where in the timeline the cold opens are, i know they're in a separate timeline but WHERE in the separate timeline.

"let's go to the hospital! Where hopefully i can talk to Tyme and ask him What The Fuck?!" LMAO Great you cannot interrupt a surgery just because you want to ask your situationship What The Fuck?!

These flash backwards are getting more and more intense for Great. Yeah, i'm thinking the theory that he's actively dying on the table are true, because it's taking more and more to restart his heart each time.

"i don't have any more family, I feel lost" "You still have me" my GUY, please! he's known you for like a week or two at most! Win is down baaaaaad. Tonkla has him completely dickmatized AND pussywhipped.

Sammon really does love the "let's move in together to protect each other from the shady guys trying to stop us from Investigating Crime" and you know what? Good for her. I respect it.

Oh shit, here comes Korn. Explosion commencing in 5...4...

Win;s little pantsless shuffle is so funny. If I was Tonkla I would not be letting Korn's trifling ass in my house.

Korn, Tonkla is CLEARLY not feeling it. Read the room. At least when Tonkla manages to tell Korn what happened, Korn does immediately stop and go into Rich Guy I Can Fix This mode. The absolute LEAST he can do after ghosting his sugarbaby for weeks.

Aww, poor Win is so upset about Korn. he really is the nicest character on this show, like, as a person. everyone else is kind of awful in different ways. And I mean, he IS a cop so he's not immune but. He really is a decent human being!

He can also pick Tonkla up and fuck him against a wall which is What Tonkla Deserves. get that Hot Cop Dick, Tonkla.

Ooooooh, Tonkla's cat is dead and that's why he looked so Shook ep 1 when that black cat showed up. and I see why Tonkla's been pining for senpai, Korn is very sweet with him here in the flashback.

Korn broke his promise to go public with their relationship. so disappointing but not surprising.

Glad we're all being validated about the 4 minutes brain death thing.

the time honored tradition of getting your mark drunk to get him to spill his secrets. good job remembering to delete the evidence that you sent it to yourself, Great!

But of course Great goes by himself. sheltered little rich boy doesn't realize the danger.

Adrenaline High Great is very cute, but it makes me worried that his heart is like, gonna explode. the man is Fragile. Bible and characters with heart problems 2/3

I really don't know what's going to happen once Korn wakes up, hungover, and gets told that Great took Nan. Or once Daddy Sriwatsombat gets told. Like, Great was not thinking ahead.

Fuaiz and Bible are playing two very different kinds of Babygirl . Tonkla is Femme Fatale version and Great is Girl Next Door. if Next Door is a Gated Community.

Oooooo, I love the reveal of Dome being Tonkla's brother and there being 2 timelines. Like, we all assumed it, but the way they did it with the blur and the text on tonkla's shirt and the camera work, the shadow reveal of the memorial tablet...I loved it.

this show is so fucking good you guys.

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LUNATIC III: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

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Happy Feasting Heathens

Ari

She wants to play with fire and tempt my wolf. Well, I’ll gladly watch her burn.

With a growl, I reach forward. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her forward into a bruising kiss. She tastes of wild magic and sin. Breaking the kiss, I leave her breathless. Hand placed on her heaving chest as she tries to regulate her intake of air.

“Dress. Gone. Now. Before I cut it to shreds.”

She pulls her dagger back out, turning it over with a flick of her wrist and cuts it off herself. Nicking her chest in the process. “It’s just fabric. Need further assistance with yours.” She innocently asks. Doe-eyed and sweet.

“Oh you’re dangerous, little one.”

“What better to challenge you with.” She giggles.

I kiss her once more as I unlace my pants and release my aching member into the chill night air. Gripping her thighs, I lift her up onto my naked chest. Walking forward, I allow my wolf to navigate us to the nearest tree and I slam her up against it. Affording me a nip to the lip in retaliation.

Her slick if making a mess of the thick hair trailing down my abdomen. She’s ripe and ready for me. So I notch my swollen head between her leaking folds and thrust inside her.

Only giving her a moment to adjust to the size of me splitting her open, I start a punishing pace. Slamming into her hard and deep. Hitting all of the sweet spots and grinding my pelvis down against her little bundle of nerves. As her back scratches against the bark, leaving its own mark behind. Our chests, still slick with blood, slide against one another as the very essence of our beings co mingle together.

I can feel her orgasm coming on quickly and with one more deep thrust, I watch her soar over the edge. Screaming my name to Gods, as she promised. 

This is not how I wish to claim her. No, I have something special in mind for that.

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“You’re a needy little one tonight.” He grits out. “Remember to stay quiet Peach. Wouldn't want to alert the neighbors now, would we?”

I have no chance of responding as he pulls his hips back and thrusts them forward. Gripping my waist tight, he sets a hardy pace. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming as his weight pushes me down against the leather and metal beneath me.

He slaps my ass, making me cry out, before clamping my mouth shut once more. “If your pussy keeps squeezing me like that Peach, this is going to be over sooner than I would like.”

So of course I purposely do exactly that. I clamp my walls around this girth and circle my hips as best I can in my current position. Rubbing my clit along the leather seat. I can feel a tingle begin to move up from my toes into my core. I’m right on the precipice of ecstasy and I want to take Sy along with me.

“So close.” I whisper out.

“I know, baby. I know.” He groans. “Be a good girl and come for me so I can fill you up. Wanna watch my cum drip out of you onto my seat.”

He picks up the pace and suddenly I feel like I’m flying. Goosebumps erupt along my skin, and I forget all about staying quiet as I come around his cock.

“That’s it, babygirl. Fuck you feel so good when you come on my dick baby.”

I lay there, riding the waves of pleasure as Sy fucks me through my orgasm. Just as the last pulses ring through my body, he thrusts in as deep as he can go. With his tip notched at my cervix, he growls and groans as he unloads inside of me. Hips twitching until the last drop is spent.

He slowly pulls out of me. Reaching forward, he spreads my cheeks. Admiring his seed leaking from my abused hole. “One of these days I’m going to have to film this. My mind never does it justice. And you really need to see just how damn sexy you look all swollen and dripping of me.”

“Why not just do it now? I won’t be moving without help thanks to that orgasm. Enjoy the fruits of your labor Beasty.”

I observe him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Taking his sweet time, he snaps pictures and even takes video from practically every angle.

Next thing I know his screen is before me with a video playing. My pussy, front and center, spasms. An aftershock most likely, and a fresh trickle of cream trails down my lips. I’m a mess, but I have to admit, he’s right. I do look sexy with his claim painted on me.

“Fucking perfection.” He whispers in my ear. “Now let’s get you inside and cleaned up, baby. I’m going to push my cum back where it belongs and pull your pants back up. Then I’m carrying you to bed.”

“Such a chivalrous beast.” I giggle.

“Only for you, Peach. What can I say. I’m attached. Strings and all.”

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Your mouth opens on a silent moan. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the intrusion as you whisper a soft, “Oh fuck.”

“What is it Bunny?” Eddie, who has been watching with his own hand wrapped around his dick, asks.

“Big.” You moan out. “He’s so big. Sooo full.”

 Eddie gives a little sadistic chuckle. “Oh this is going to be even more fun than I originally thought.”

Steve turns his head. Having caught his breath from the initial shock of your tight pussy gripping him tight. Ready with a sassy reply on his tongue. A reply that never makes it past his throat, as Eddie takes his fingers coated in your slick and teases them against his hole.

With a little pressure, Eddie’s fingertip sinks in. He pushes it further past the ring of muscle until he is two knuckles deep. Pulling out he adds a second finger and begins scissoring them.

Steve groans at the intrusion. Hips grinding involuntarily from the sensations. His trimmed patch of hair along his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive pearl. Pulling quiet moans from your throat.

Eddie continues with his prep until he feels that Steve is ready to take his cock. Snapping the bottle of lube open, he applies a generous amount to his rigid length.

Pulling his fingers out, he grips Steve’s cheeks. Spreading him wide and spitting on his hole for good measure. With his dick firmly in hand he kisses the tip to Steve’s puckered hole and gently inches his way in.

Both men groan as Eddie bottoms out. Steve, overloaded with pleasurable sensations, is a panting mess.

“You gonna get those hips moving and satisfy my girl or am I going to have to fuck the both of you myself?” Eddie taunts.

“How the hell would you do that?” Steve ponders out loud.

“Like this.” Eddie pulls out almost to the tip and slams back forward. Thrusting so hard that he moves Steve’s hips. Pushing him deeper inside of you.

When he pulls back once more, Steve’s hips back out from you just a bit with them.

Than Eddies does it again. Choosing to stay still once he’s slammed home. “So again. Are you gonna fuck us yourself or am I going to be the one doing all the fucking?”

“Fuck. You. Eddie.” Steve grits out through pants.

“Maybe next time.” Eddie teases. “At least rub Bunny’s clit. Want to watch her come all over your dick before you lose it. With how taut your muscles are I expect this to go rather quickly.”

Steve turns to glare over his shoulder at Eddie. The subtle movement causes his hips to tilt in just a way that has his thickness grazing against your sweet spongy spot making you moan. Grabbing the attention of both men.

Your eyes are glazed over, and your bottom lip is being held hostage by your top teeth.

“Look at you little one. Laying here all patient like a good girl while we bicker like fools.” Steve coos. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you look underneath him.

“She’s the best girl.” Eddie says. Leaning over Steve’s shoulder to gaze down at you. “She deserves a reward for such good behavior don’t you think? How about a cream pie? Hmm. Stevie fills you up with a fat load while I do the same to him. Sound good to you Bunny?”

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Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand.

The smile that graced my face this morning when I received the text from Walt letting me know he closed the case and to come over for our usual post case dinner and decompression; was megawatt status. This case really took over his life. Even more so than usual. I barely heard a word from him for two weeks.

Receiving that text, knowing he was okay and that I would be seeing him, was a breath of fresh air.

I arrived to his house and let myself in.

It was eerily silent. I thought that maybe I beat Walt home. That is until I stumbled upon his sulking frame on the kitchen floor, slumped against the cabinets. A highball of whiskey clutched tight in his fingers.

“Walt, is everything okay?” I lower myself to the ground to get closer to him. Uncaring of the dress that took me hours to decide on.

“She didn’t survive.” He mumbles out.

“Who?”

“The wife.” He deadpans. “It was a home invasion. They did horrible things to this woman in front of her husband who fought back with everything he had. They both ended up in the hospital. Beds next to each other. Something went wrong. A bleed they didn’t catch, and she lost her life. He had to watch her die and could do nothing about it.”

“Oh, puppy. I’m so sorry. That poor man. Did you get the assholes responsible?”

“Yeah. Young idiots trying to make a name for themselves.”

“Good. Now justice can be served. So what has you so upset?”

He takes a sip of his whiskey. “The husband looked so hollow when I came to tell him we caught the ones responsible for his wife’s death. I’ve seen some horrible things but nothing that will haunt me as much as that look on his face did. It reminded me of what I have to lose. I don’t know why you even put up with me and all the shit I put you through, but I can’t lose you baby. I can’t.” He confesses with tears in his eyes.

On instinct I climb into his lap and begin kissing them away until I land on his downturned lips. Where I place the softest of kisses. Barely a graze.

He sets his whiskey down and places his hand loosely around my throat as he pulls me in for a deeper one.

It quickly turns desperate. His jeans are quickly unzipped, and my underwear are pushed to the side. Simultaneous groans ricochet off the walls as our pelvis’ connect and we being to grind in tortuous pleasure. Succumbing to the need to reenforce our bond to each other.

It’s both loving and painful. Raw and unfiltered. An emotional mess of our demons dancing together before we chase them away to their dark depths once more.

“I love you.” I pant out. “Demons and all.”

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“Have a look around. Make yourselves comfortable. Get acquainted with the space. I'm still a bit of a mess from my performance. Sticky with sweat, among other things. I’m just going to wash the night away so the fun can begin. I’ll leave the door open. You’re more than welcome to join.” You give your most innocent smile, mischievous eyes giving you away.

Nat wastes no time following you into the bathroom. “Here let me.” She runs her fingers up your arms, pushing the straps down as she reaches your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. She looks down and quirks a brow. “Your panties seem to be missing. I distinctly remember you leaving the stage with them on.”

“Everything about August is large. Down to the size of his loads.” You state. “Not to mention, the viscosity. I didn't feel like walking around with it slowly trailing down my thighs, so I did a quick cleanup and decided to air dry.” 

You smile sweetly at her as she reaches around and unclasps your bra with one hand. “Let’s see if he left anything behind shall we.” Her dainty fingers traverse up your inner thigh, slapping each one to get you to spread them, before sinking her middle finger to the knuckle into your dampened folds. 

She pumps her hand a few times, crooking her finger to reach all the good spots, making you weak in the knees already. Pulling out she raises her wet hand between you. “Well would you look at that, it’s all you.” 

“Thor can’t stop talking about how amazing she tastes.” Bucky speaks from the door frame. “Is it true, doll?” 

Nat licks her finger clean, moaning as your essence coats her tongue. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Guess I’m going to have to find out for myself.” He steps into the bathroom. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and present that dripping little cunt for me, doll.”

You easily comply, bending over the counter, ass high in the air, weeping pussy on full display.

He stands behind you, catching your eyes in the mirror before lowering himself to his knees. Placing his hands on your hips, the cool of the metal soothing your heated skin, he leans forward and runs his thick tongue slowly from clit to slit and back again. “I don’t think his words did you justice, doll. If I’m not too careful, I could find myself addicted to your taste on my tongue. I think I may be ruined already.”

You remain in place and just whimper at his words. “Someone is feeling subby.” Nat mentions. “She hasn’t moved an inch since you commanded her to present for you.” She looks at Bucky.

“That what you need tonight, doll? To surrender? Feel that loss of control?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You whisper out. “Yes, I just want to float away.”

“We can provide that for you.” Nat states. “Let’s set some guidelines before we begin.” You and Bucky both nod. “Good. We can go over them while you shower if you still wish to do so.”

“I do. Muscles are still tense.” You reply.

Bucky starts the shower, checks the temp, lifts you up and places you inside. “Wash up, but leave your hair dry if possible please.” He hands you a hair tie from around his wrist for you to do so.

“Okay. Now. Let’s clarify what is happening here.” He starts. “You want to partake in a scene where Nat or I…”

“Both.” You quickly squeak out.

He chuckles. “Where Nat and I Dom you. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Great.”

“Anything specific you would like to have happen? Safewords?” Nat asks.

“I use the traffic light system for scenes. Simplest for all parties to remember.” You lather up your body. “And I do have a certain kink in mind that I would love to have utilized if you're comfortable with it.”

“Which kink would that be, doll?”

“I think I have an inkling.” Nat teases.

“Knife play. If getting a little bloody isn't an issue for you.” You look at them. “I wouldn't be opposed to being tied down at your mercy either.”

You watch the tent rise further in Bucky’s jeans. “I can most certainly accommodate that for you.” He twirls his favorite knife around his fingers.

“This is going to be fun.” Nat responds. “Anything else?”

“No that’s pretty much it.”

“Great. Now hurry up and rinse off.” Bucky states as he goes to grab a towel. “You’re to dry off and wait for us to call you into the room.” He pulls you to him by the back of your head and kisses you for the first time, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “Marks?”

“Nothing permanent please.”

“Understandable.” He kisses you once more and heads back into the room to set up. Nat places a light kiss to your lips then follows.

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[apopcornkernel]

been thinking too hard about my batman mob au. so i would like to share it. this is so long im sorry let me put it under a cut

i want to begin by saying that i think the only way bruce could feasibly become a mob boss is if he was able to be swayed to see that "clean" methods would genuinely do no good and in fact succeed in achieving more harm due to how much corruption and crime permeates the system. i think it would take a LOT to convince bruce of this, so he's kind of the hardest character to put in a mob au. however for the sake of fun we will suspend our disbelief a little bit!

okay, moving on, alfred: he's long been proven to be bruce's biggest enabler. i think he would get over it and end up helping him as he does as batman

as for dick: ooh boy. okay. so first of all i DO think bruce would let him kill zucco. however!! i think as dick grows up within the mob his strong code of morals will also begin to conflict with the lifestyle. but he's stuck there because bruce. insert all those posts about how dick grayson loves freedom and he also loves bruce and those things are at constant war with each other and because he loves bruce he sometimes clips his own wings. etc etc. i think he is the talia al ghul of this whole sitch if you get what i mean

speaking of talia!!! i believe her father would still be at odds with bruce bc yes, bruce is in crime, but bruce refuses to join with the league. so they semi-preserve their canon dynamic, except i think there's more opportunity for cooperation between talia and bruce considering talia's lexcorp era. in fact i do believe that lexcorp and waynecorp would become business allies during talia's time as ceo

but jason isn't dead. what his kidnappers hoped to do was turn him against his benefactor, taunt him about how it's been months and bruce still hasn't been able to save him, had refused to save him. but one night the door's left ajar and the sound of the TV drifts in, talking about how bruce is waging a bloody gang war, the first he's ever instigated, and jason... well. :)

as for jason—i think he would be the most loyal of the bunch. the first thing i actually dreamed up wrt this AU was a reimagining of ditf/utrh! in here, he's kidnapped by a rival gang. they demand bruce an impossible ransom, and bruce has no choice but to refuse. so bruce is sent a video of jason being killed.

"but poppy," you ask. "where's babs? tim? steph? cass? helena? jpv?" ok let's be real people aren't usually asking about the last 2 rip my babygirls BUT ANYWAYS—

the most important figure is HELENA. in the absence of batman, guess who's becoming the foremost protector of gotham??? EXACTLY. HELENA BERTINELLI. her whole backstory is that she wants to bring organized crime down SO WHO BETTER TO BE THE MAIN ENEMY IN A BATMAN MOB AU.

also because i love her.

im not biased i swear.

ALSO HER FIRST "ROBIN" (not necessarily named robin i just mean like. sidekick) IS JAMES COOPER FROM CAVALIERI'S HUNTRESS. CHUCK DIXON I HAVE NOT FORGIVEN YOU FROM ERASING HIM FROM MAIN CONTINUITY. he doesn't go out into the field that much bc he's still baby but he's the oracle before oracle. although when he does go into the field he's like. remember in cavalieri huntress where he was scurrying arohnd in the sewers and planting fucking grenades and shit. yeah.

later on he and babs will be best buddies <3 babs is his favorite aunt

ALSO!!! the rest of james' family will still be alive. idgaf. it's MY au and i can randomly reveal that his family has been alive all along IF I WANT TO. comic writers stop killing black people off for shock value challenge 2k24

also, james is ABSOLUTELY the one who wheedled helena into making a lair

babs does join the fray still! her story arc is mostly the same except that she partners with the huntress instead of batman. their ages are closer together so it's a slightly different dynamic

tim will remain a civilian. he will, however, be a very helpful civilian, in that he's the one who's stalking dick grayson & trying to prove that dick's involved in organized crime. him and dick will have the saddest tragickest "we could've been brothers. but not in this life. not ever." type of relationship. like jaderoy but platonic.

also tim & helena will have the same littlebrothernephew relationship that they have in canon 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

i guess jpv will get roped in in a similar way to canon, but the idea of bane doing what he did to helena makes me so so sad :( however since she is taking batman's narrative space in this story then i think it should still proceed. i will then also insert a little bit of the vichelena agenda here—

in the wake of bane, JPV WILL STILL STEP IN AS HUNTRESS. "but they'll know he's not a woman" COWARDS. just give him a dye job and he'll look like helena. all white people look the same. he can pad the fucking suit or he can get the fuck out.

as for steph, she will absolutely be a vigilante alongside the huntress. her father is still cluemaster, after all, so she'll follow a similar arc to canon except it's helena and not bruce that she'll develop a complex mentor relationship with!!

i think helena can see a little of herself in steph. i think part of helena envies steph's moral compass also. iirc at steph's age, helena still thought her mafia family was okay & that it was just the people who killed them that were bad. yet steph, who's half her age, has no such illusions about her father, and is already fighting to try and bring him down

cass!!!! cass will still come to gotham!!!!! i can't see a way for cass to be on bruce's side in this au simply bc of how strong her morals are. she killed a man and never ever wanted to kill again, even with shiva where it was kill or be killed, she had already made up her mind to let herself be killed in the end. so she is going to be on the vigilante side :]

also, it would be amazing for me personally if cass came to gotham during azbats (...azhuntress?) era. ohhh lord. a situation RIPE for incredible interactions

i still haven't read damian & duke comics properly yet so that's going to have to be added in the future. but that's what's been rattling around in my brain so far!

[loverontheleft]

Tease (Revised)

Revised 03/2023

Original anonymous request: heyyy i don’t know if you do specific eras but could you do vices!b smut where he has like the dirtiest most sinful mouth ever; like so dirty that the reader comes because of it one day and he decides to use it to his advantage in… certain… places… and it ends with him “apologizing” and then making it up to her in the bedroom

Brendon x Reader; 12k words (7k more than the original 😂)

Warnings: filthy language, degrading praise (good/best/etc slut), and some public sex. 

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You’re curled up together on the couch in your usual loungewear; that is, Brendon’s in sweatpants and nothing else, and you’re in underwear and one of his shirts. He likes to joke that between the two of you, you usually wear one complete outfit. 

At this moment, he’s scrolling through Netflix, but you’ve both shot down every option. You yawn and stretch a little and, as your back arches, you press against him. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t intentional; you’ve been craving his hands, his mouth, his body.

One of his hands instinctively curves over your hip and pulls you back against him, while the other strokes idly over your chest with lazy fingers teasing and gently rolling your nipples through the shirt. 

You love when he holds you like this, pulls you close, like he can’t get enough of you. He’s got his hands all over you, his hips pressing forward slightly so you can feel how hard you make him, mouth on your neck as he whispers how badly he wants to touch you and make you feel good. How good he feels when he sees you completely undone for him, quivering and wholly satisfied, and he knows he’s taken care of you, his ‘best, favorite, and only girl.’ 

You rock back, seeking more pressure. “More, B,” you whimper finally, and he groans happily while he rubs against you. His hands are still wandering, but with purpose now, and you can feel just how hard he really is. You realize he didn’t have any intention of finding something to watch either. 

“Shit, Brendon,” you murmur, working your hips back for a moment before just deciding to turn over and face him. You can’t help it; you cling to him, face buried in his neck, and start pressing yourself along his length, getting lost in the feeling. “You feel good.”

He props himself up on one arm and nibbles a light path along the shell of your ear. “I should be saying that to you, sweet baby, the way you’re rubbing your pussy all over me. Fucking love my sweet girl and how she grinds on my dick, silently begging to get fucked, showing me how badly she needs me, how wet she is for me,” he whispers, nuzzling your neck before inhaling. “Mmmm, you smell good too.”

You grin, hitching a leg over his hip and pushing forward for more. “Thanks, B. I showered this morning.” 

He rolls his eyes and pokes you gently in the side. “Yes, I know, love. I was there, remember?” 

You sigh happily at the memory of his hard, silicone-lubed cock filling you over and over again as he pressed you into the shower wall with your hands pinned over your head; he grabs at your ass now and pulls you into him, taking over the lazy thrusting you’ve started and giving it a sense of urgency. He knows just how to hold you and just how to angle his hips to ensure that he presses the head of his cock right against your clit before grinding his entire length into you with firm, purposeful strokes; you whisper how much you love it, and he shifts you underneath him and spreads your legs wider. 

You’re sure you’re wet enough that you’ve soaked through your underwear and onto his sweatpants, and as much as you love the tease of your fiancé’s thick cock pressing into you through two layers of fabric, you guide his hand down. You need more from him, and he happily takes the hint. 

“Fuck,” Brendon groans, sliding your underwear to one side and trailing his fingers through slick heat. “Babygirl, you’re so damn wet. You’d think I’d be used to that by now, but goddamn, if it isn’t the hottest thing. Always so fucking sexy. Can I have you, sweet girl?” 

When you nod eagerly, he kisses you deeply, murmuring against your mouth, “Kitten, I’m gonna make it so good for you.”

You shiver in pleasure at the terms of endearment; ‘Babygirl’ is one that he knows makes you squirm out of your panties if you’re even wearing them, and he only calls you ‘Kitten’ when he plans to absolutely ravish you. The combination now is sending your mind to new levels of arousal. He’s always the best you've ever had, always mind-blowingly good, but something about him using both just takes it up another level. 

You just know you’re going to thrash and squeal as you come hard on his cock or his fingers or his face. You particularly love coming on his face; you love feeling his eager tongue collect everything he’s coaxed from you, thumbs keeping you spread so he can really taste you as you rock your wet pussy over his face. 

Now, Brendon’s fingers slide over you again, teasing and stroking while his lips move down your neck. You desperately want his fingers to go deeper. When you squirm down into his hand, he grins at you.

“Naughty Kitten, trying to get my fingers in her wet cunt.” You both feel the surge of arousal against his fingers, and he groans. “Fucking love how you respond to my mouth, sweet girl.”

“Technically,” you manage, still rolling your hips, “I was responding to your words.” 

“Ah, yes,” Brendon concedes. “But if I were to slide down this couch...” he pauses to work his way down so his head is resting between your hips. “Get you out of these wet panties, and eat this gorgeous pussy, then you’d be reacting to my mouth.” He’s worked your underwear down your legs as he’s been talking and, once he concludes his thought, he buries his face in between your thighs. 

“Fuck!” You grab at his hair and grind back against his tongue eagerly. “Shit, that’s so good; fuck, Brendon—don’t stop, don’t stop!” Your thighs clench around his head, and you’re breathing hard; you can feel your orgasm building. 

Brendon groans happily before his tongue flicks at your clit, but then he’s pulling back, pulling away. He kneels between your legs, breathing hard and staring down at you longingly. “Fucking love your pussy. Love you, babygirl. Love getting you riding my tongue; the way you grab my hair and fuck my mouth by grinding all over me, letting me taste all of you as you come on my face. Do it, Kitten. Do it for me; give me all this sweetness. Let me get my mouth back on your perfect cunt, then you can rub your pussy against my tongue while I finger you. Fuck, want you to soak my face; come hard, sweet girl.” 

You whimper at his words, and you know he doesn’t want you to come until he’s licking your clit again, tasting you. You can’t help it though; his words are almost as good as his tongue. Your back arches, and you can feel your orgasm rip through you. There’s a ringing in your ears, but you can still hear him swear with happy disbelief at how hard you’ve just come, and without him even touching you. 

You’re shaking now, and you can feel the slickness all over your thighs and the couch under you. He’s watching you in awe, thumbs pressing into your hips, and you make a small sound of pleasure that makes his cock twitch.

Transfixed, Brendon dips two fingers between your thighs and lifts them to his mouth, licking slowly. He groans, and you whine, wriggling in place as he sucks them clean. Unable to resist, he presses his tongue to your clit, and you sigh happily when you feel him. 

“Fuck, Kitten…” he murmurs with a slick, shining mouth when he finally pulls back, gazing up at you through dreamy, heavy eyes. “All this, just from my words?” You’re breathing hard and nodding, and Brendon takes a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. “Goddamn, that’s so hot. You’re so hot. So fucking sexy. That’s—fuck, incredible.” 

“You make me wild,” you offer weakly, laughing a little at how much of an understatement that is. 

He’s still staring at you, licking his fingers contentedly. “Kitten, we’ve been together so long. How have I never known that I can make you do…this?” 

You shrug as best you can from your prone position. “Not sure. I’ve definitely come from you talking before though. Maybe this is the first time it’s happened where you haven’t been actively touching me too? You know I love the dirty talk. I’ve always said that.” You blush a little, and Brendon grins, acknowledging this. 

 Gently, his hands spread your legs again, and you eagerly guide his head back where you need him. “So fucking hot, seeing you come like that,” he murmurs against your inner thigh. “Fucking love it; love that I can get you off just by telling you what I want to do with you. Wanna make you come again. Love you so much. Yeah, Kitten, get me right where you want me; grind your wet pussy down on my tongue and ride it, baby. Give me everything you’ve got; you know I want to eat you out ‘til you can’t come anymore. God, you sound so pretty, getting off on my tongue. You’re such a good girl for me; my best girl is going to come on my face, isn’t she?”

You’re making soft, desperate sounds as you thread your fingers through his hair. You’re close again, just from hearing him talk like this. He loves when you pull his hair while you rub your clit on his tongue, and he’s happy to assist now by creating a tiny rolling sensation and pressing two fingers to your entrance. 

His tongue disappears after a moment though, and you gasp at the loss while his fingers press a little harder. “Wish I could fill you with my cock and lick your clit at the same time, baby. Know you’d come so hard; know you’d soak on my face and my cock. Fuck, I’d love that. Get my girl’s slick sweetness all over me, everywhere. Let me drown in your cunt. Can you imagine? I’d come on the spot, feeling you on my face and cock at the same time. You’d lose your mind with my cock filling you up while my tongue works your clit in soft circles. You’d love that too and come so hard for me, wouldn’t you?” 

All you can do is whimper your agreement; he sucks gently at your clit now, relishing your reaction and gazing up at you adoringly. “The only scenario I can think of that allows you to get fucked and licked at the same time,” Brendon murmurs thoughtfully, “is a threesome, but that’s not happening. And besides, there’s the logistical issues. Who would get the privilege of suckling my baby’s perfect clit? Who’d get the absolute bliss that comes from feeling your sweet cunt take every inch of their hard cock? Doesn’t actually matter though; I don't share my good girl, my pretty Kitten now, and I’m certainly not going to start after we’re married.” 

You know they were rhetorical questions, but you answer anyway. “Only you get me. I only ever want you, Bren.” You’re wiggling your hips and searching for his tongue or fingers. “Give it to me. Need your mouth. Need your cock. Give me something; make me come for you again.” 

“God, you know I want to. You know nothing makes me happier than feeling your pussy tense against my mouth or around my cock before I get your sweetness all over me. Shit, I wanna make you come again. Can you come for me one more time, babygirl?”

“I can,” you tell him desperately. “Just need —fuck—you to lick my clit and give me two fingers. I’ll imagine it’s your thick cock filling me up, fucking me hard. Pull my hair a little, call me your slut for wanting your cock so desperately, then call me your best girl when I come from your touch, your fingers. Or just fuck me; B, you can fuck me any way you want, and I’ll come on your cock.”

“You know I want to,” Brendon repeats, caressing your face, though he looks like he’s just realized something, and he’s disappointed by it. “But if I fuck you the way I want to fuck you, we’ll be late.”

You blink, processing this. 

“Dinner, Kitten. With your parents? We probably need to go get ready. We definitely need another shower; we both smell like sex. You’ve got sex hair, my love; the result of writhing around on our couch humping my face, and, therefore, my face is absolutely covered in you. I love it, but your parents might not.” 

“Fuck.” 

“No, babygirl, fucking is exactly what we can’t do,” Brendon says playfully, pushing himself upright and off of the couch. Once he’s standing, he adjusts his cock, so the waistband of his sweatpants presses the head to his stomach. 

You have a sudden urge to lick the shining beads of precum at the tip; you shift onto your knees on the couch, tugging him forward and wrapping your mouth around the exposed head of his cock. He groans, hands immediately going to your hair to guide your mouth even lower while you shove his pants down. He swears under his breath, thrusting into your mouth, and you’re pretty sure he’s going to give up on the idea of showering. 

You suck eagerly, head bobbing and tongue stroking his length. You increase the tension around his cock; you’re sucking so hard that you’re hollowing out your cheeks, and he’s breathing slowly, trying to keep in control. 

“Fuck, Kitten; you’re gonna suck me dry,” Brendon manages with a short laugh, grunting when you swallow him fully and cup his balls in one hand; you’re rolling and squeezing lightly the way he loves. 

“Shit, that’s good. Suck my cock like a good girl, suck it like my favorite slut who’s wild for my cock, honey; you’ve got the best fucking mouth. Such a good girl, such a slutty girl, you’re my best girl. Best girl,” he pants, rocking his hips a little. “Taking all of my cock like this in your mouth. You deserve to come so hard, Kitten. But—shit—we just don’t have the time.” You can hear the regret in his voice, and you sit back, wiping at your mouth. 

“Hell, just keep talking while I blow you then. You know I can come from your dirty talk now, and I’m always at least halfway to coming when I’ve got your cock in my mouth.” You’re a little desperate, dropping your mouth back down the length of his cock and grinning to yourself when he groans your name. 

Instead of succumbing to your methods though, he tugs his sweatpants up, effectively lifting your mouth off of him, and scoops you into his arms. “Kitten, we’ve really gotta go upstairs and get ready.”

You cling to him as he heads for the stairs. As he walks, you press gentle kisses down his neck and keep trying to grind against his cock. “Fuck me,” you beg, and he laughs softly. 

“Kitten, I said no.” He nips at your shoulder delicately, and you whine, scratching at his back. You normally love when he’s bossy, love when he’s dominant and in control, but that’s when it’s in the form of him tying you down to your bed, or spanking you, or holding your head while you suck his cock so he can fuck your mouth. Now, you’re just frustrated. 

“Please, B?” 

When he hesitates, you know you’re wearing him down. You caress his back, pressing more soft, open-mouthed kisses down his neck. He groans, and you can feel his cock throb. You tug at his hair, and he stops walking upstairs; you assume it’s to compose himself. 

Instead, he presses you against the wall of the stairwell and kisses you roughly. You moan into his mouth and buck against his cock. “Fucking love you. We can make out in the shower,” Brendon concedes, giving you a small grin. “My naughty baby, begging.” 

“I’ll take what I can get,” you tell him happily, tangling your hands in his hair and kissing him hard. “I’d prefer to get your cock, or your tongue, or your fingers, but if all you’ll give me is a hot and steamy make out session in the shower, I’ll take it.”

 -||-

“God, you look so damn good soaking wet,” Brendon murmurs, leaning back against the shower wall and stroking a conditioner-covered hand over his cock. “Wish I could take the time now to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”

“Oh, is that the excuse you’re using?” You raise an eyebrow as you rinse the shampoo from your hair.  “That we’re not fucking right now because it’d be rushed, and I deserve better than that?” 

Brendon laughs, stepping under the water with you and kissing you sweetly. “Yes, Kitten. That’s the ‘excuse’ I’m going with. Trust me, I do plan to fuck you once we’re home and have nothing but time.”

You huff, nibbling at his lower lip. “Maybe I don’t wanna get fucked when we get home.” You’re obviously kidding, or at least you think you’re being obvious. Instead, Brendon takes a step back. 

“Oh, okay. Got it. No fucking.” He slides the glass door of the shower back, stepping out and reaching for a towel. He wraps the towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom with his hands raised in surrender and an amused smile. 

“Wait, don’t go! I was teasing! Bren—come back! We barely made out!” You call after him desperately. “Bren?! I’m owed more kisses!” 

There’s been no resolution to your banter, but that smile of his tells you that he knows the truth; he knows how badly you want him. If that’s the case, you’re afraid his teasing as retaliation will only get worse. “Shower, Kitten,” he calls back, laughing. “I’ve got to get dressed.” 

-||-

You’re sitting in front of your vanity, carefully lining your lips when Brendon comes into the room in very tight pants and an unbuttoned shirt. He’s got a tie in one hand and a pair of suspenders in the other, and he leans against the wall, watching you in your mirror. “Here’s my dilemma, Kitten. This dinner is definitely jacket and tie level, but I really want to do suspenders and a bow tie, which are more casual. Can I get away with it?”

You pause, looking at him in the mirror, and you have to catch your breath. “Uh. I don’t know. You booked the reservation. I don’t…I don’t know. Wait—what was the question?” 

You can’t focus when he’s half-undressed like this. With his still-damp hair, flushed skin, and undone shirt, he looks like he does after a show, and you’ve always found him particularly irresistible then. He must know this; you were with him for his entire tour that ended just two weeks ago—most nights, you couldn’t even make it to the bus or hotel room. 

Instead, you would drag him into his dressing room, bend over the vanity, and lift your skirt or shove your leggings down. The last month of the tour, you didn’t even bother with underwear. 

Brendon would drop to his knees behind you and eat you out eagerly, noisily, messily, groaning into you that you’d better be watching yourself in the mirror to ‘see how good you look with a tongue and two fingers deep in your cunt.’ Between his talented tongue, two fingers flexing and curling in you, and his other hand gripping your ass or occasionally giving you a hard spank while he ate you out, you always came fast, hard, and hot all over his face and fingers. 

He’d insist on making you come at least twice before he stood back up and fucked you with your hands braced against the mirror; it was rough and urgent, and you were both incredibly loud. You couldn’t make any sound on the bus, and there weren’t nearly enough hotel nights, so you both took full advantage of each private dressing room. The rooms weren’t completely soundproofed, but they did have locking doors, which was a step up from bus bunks. 

You shiver at the memory of Brendon’s hand on your hip and the other tangled in your hair as he thrust into you at a frantic pace; the memory of his groans as they echoed down the hall, that he was going to come once you came all over his cock, going to fill his best girl up with his cum, going to give it all to her, going to come in her wet cunt and fuck her through it all. 

Or, sometimes, he’d let you shove him down onto the couch and ride him fast and hard, both of you scratching and clawing at each other desperately until you fell apart for him. As much as you loved seeing yourself get eaten out, you also loved the look on his face when you rode him. 

He’s never liked to make you do any work; however, you know that sometimes after a show, he’s tired and just needs his girl on his cock, bouncing and riding and rocking, driving him wild. You’d get him close before getting on your knees in front of him and lifting, pressing your breasts together so he could jack off and come all over them. You’d more than happily swallow for him, but he loved the visual of his cum dripping into your cleavage. You loved it too. 

You consider going over to him now, shoving his shirt all the way off, tugging his pants down, and making him fuck you against the wall. The only reason you don’t is because you’re pretty sure he knows this is exactly what you’re thinking, and he’ll find a way to resist and tease you more. Instead, you give him your most wide-eyed, sad stare. “Why are you punishing me?” 

“Oh Kitten, this isn’t a punishment.” He stands behind you now, warm hands rubbing your shoulders and thumbs pressing carefully into your neck the way you love. 

“Isn’t it, though? You’re teasing me, still calling me Kitten, even now that you know I could come from the shit you’re saying. And I definitely could, but it wouldn’t be as satisfying as actually getting you.”

Instead of responding, Brendon looks thoughtful. “Speaking of me: back to my dress code question. Personally, I want to go with suspenders because it’ll give you something to hold onto when I’m kneeling between your legs, licking your clit.” 

You flush, lip pencil trembling a little. 

“But,” he continues, “if I go with the jacket and tie, I’ll be able to bind your wrists behind your back when you’re blowing me in the back of the car later. Know how much you love that. I love it too, how you show off for me, taking all of me in your mouth, no hands. My dirty Kitten is a bit of a performer too, isn’t she? She loves hearing me praise her when she sucks my cock.” He looks back at you, an eyebrow raised. “So, what do you think?” 

You can’t speak, lips parted slightly, and he nods. “No, you’re absolutely right. It actually doesn’t matter what I wear, because you don’t want to get fucked. So, I might as well do what I like. Why not both? I’ll wear the suspenders under my jacket with the tie. Such a good point, my love.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head and walks into the closet to retrieve a jacket; you gasp for air, realizing you’ve forgotten to breathe. “Fuck,” you whisper, staring at yourself in the mirror. “Fuck.” With shaking hands, you go to finish your makeup before he can distract you again. He’s never teased you like this before, but now you both know you can only take so much of his dirty talk before you come. You’re a little afraid of how far he’s going to take this. 

Brendon comes back out, and you glance up. He’s holding two black dresses. “I think you should wear one of these. This one,” he indicates the dress on the left, “is short enough that I could finger you in the car on the way there. But this one,” he shakes the dress on the right, “is a wrap dress, which means if we needed to pull over for a quickie, it’d be easy to get off—just like you, m’dear.” He grins a little at the double entendre, and you groan. “Oh, but we won’t need to, that’s right. Sorry Kitten, I’m used to planning our wardrobe around our mutually high sex drives. Guess it doesn’t matter tonight though.” He hangs up the wrap dress on the door along with his jacket and winks at you. 

He then bounds over to the bed, laying across it on his stomach, watching you. “Damn baby, you’re so fucking pretty. I love watching you get ready. It’s so satisfying, knowing I’m going to be the one to mess up that lipstick when you get down on your knees for me and I fuck your mouth. You suck my dick so good; there won’t be a bit of that color left on your pretty lips. It’ll all be smeared along my cock. You want it, Kitten? Want me to slide this thick cock over your tongue, thrusting slowly until I come in your mouth? You want to swallow for me, baby? Or maybe I’ll just come on your tongue. You want to watch me stroke my cock until I come on your tongue? You can let it drip onto your chin and down to your perfect tits. God, I fucking need to get my cock in you. You doing your makeup is the adult version of building a Jenga tower; both of us know I’m going to knock it down. Fuck, I love wrecking you.” 

His tone is neutral, level, and there’s not a hint of desire in him—except for his eyes. His eyes are dark and burning, and you shiver a little when they meet yours.

“Brendon Urie, you are being a tease on purpose,” you hiss, trying to steady your breathing so you can apply mascara.

He ignores your comment and focuses on the wand in your hand. “Jesus, and don’t even get me started on the rest of your makeup. ‘Better than Sex,’ my ass. TooFaced has never seen us in action. You look so good when we go out, but after I get you home and in bed, everything about your face would tell people how good I fucked you. Mascara smudged, lipstick worn away, foundation missing from all the marks on your jawline that remind others you’re mine. TooFaced would need to rebrand after seeing you when we’re done. Don’t get me wrong, you still look fucking sexy as hell, but it’s definitely not because of your mascara.”

You squirm a little in your chair, feeling how wet you are, and whimper a little. “Brendon, please,” you whisper, and he grins.

“You’re begging already? I haven’t even touched you, babygirl.” You glare at him, and he keeps grinning. “Ready to go?” You rise from your seat at the vanity and drop your robe. You can tease too, you reason in your head. You’re sure he can see the shining on your inner thighs and how hard your nipples are. You’re right. With a determined look in his eyes, he gets off the bed and crosses to you. 

With one hand tangled in your hair and the other between your thighs, he backs you up against the wall, pressing hot kisses down your neck. “Fuck, Kitten. You are so ready for me,” he murmurs as his fingers curl and press right where you want him. “You want my cock, pretty girl? Love you on my cock; love sucking and licking and pinching your nipples while you fuck yourself onto my cock. Tell me you want it; you know I love to hear you.” His fingers spread a bit, and you gasp how much you want it, how much you hope he’s getting you ready to take all of him. 

His fingers curl again before slipping from you; it doesn’t last long enough to push you over the edge, and you gasp and clutch at him, trying to find any words while you lift a leg up over his hip. Instead, he presses a hand lightly to your hip, keeping you in place. 

“I know you want to get fucked right now. You want me to shove my pants down, lift you up, and bounce you on my cock til you come. You’re so goddamn sexy; I love you so much. You want to be on this thick cock, sweet girl? Fuck, I’d take you against this wall, let you bite and scratch at me while I work my cock deeper and deeper into your cunt until neither of us can take it and you come all over me while I come in you. You want that? You want to get filled with my cum, Kitten? Love that little whimper you make when you feel my cum deep in you. Love watching it drip down your thighs after I’ve come in you, given you everything. So dirty, but I fucking love seeing you covered in my cum. Love coming all over you, but love coming in you most.”

You buck against him, begging, and he kisses you hard, murmuring against your mouth how needy you are. You nod, and he groans a little, stroking your cheek. “Maybe my needy Kitten wants me to turn her around, press her into this wall or drag her to bed and get her on her hands and knees. Damn, babygirl,” Brendon moans, burying his face in your neck, “if you were on your hands and knees right now, you know I’d fuck you from behind, one hand pulling your hair and the other rubbing your clit. Whisper in your ear how slutty you’re being. You love when I call you a slut while you’re on your hands and knees for me, when all you can feel is my thick cock pounding into your slutty cunt before I come in you, don’t you?” You both groan and you nod as best you can. 

Brendon tugs at your hair lightly, continuing. “Yeah, I know you love when I call you my perfect slut while you take my cock from behind. Be my best slut and beg me for every inch of this big, thick cock.” 

Brendon’s always so indulgent of you, and you love him for it. He was admittedly amused the first time you said you wanted to hear him call himself ‘big.’ He conceded ‘thick’ with a small groan as you wrapped your hand around him and stroked eagerly, but he told you that he just couldn’t see ‘big.’ 

However, when you told him it was all a matter of perspective and made him compare the length of two fingers to his cock, he understood your point. You know he’ll never believe it himself, but he knows why you think it, and he loves your reaction, so he says it when he wants you particularly hot for him. 

Now, hearing it, you whine desperately like he wants, wishing his fingers were still teasing your clit or curling inside you. You’re so fucking close. 

He spins you around and you eagerly press yourself against the wall, dipping your back and lifting your hips so he can fill you easily. His hand in your hair guides your head back gently, and you know he wants you to say it.  

“Give me that big, thick cock, Bren; fuck me, please fuck your slut, I’m your slut,” you plead, and you hear the rasp of his zipper coming down. That sound alone has you on the edge of coming. Your breath catches in your throat, but instead of thrusting into you, he starts rubbing the hard length of his cock against the curve of your ass. With your head tilted back like this, he can whisper right in your ear. 

“You are my slut, and I know you’d take it so good, Kitten; you know this big cock is all for you and you know I want to give it to you.” He tugs lightly at your hair, just enough to make your stomach clench. “Want to feel your hot cunt squeeze my cock, get you to come all over me before you get down on your knees and suck my cock. You’ll swallow for me when you make me come, won’t you, babygirl? Know you love tasting us together.”

“Please,” you whimper, biting at your arm to try to temper your lust. You can feel your arousal all over your thighs, and you know you’re dangerously close to coming. If the words ‘big’ or ‘thick’ leave his mouth or he pulls your hair one more time, then you know you’re going to come. You won’t be able to stop yourself. 

“Fuck, Kitten. You know I love when you’re this wet for me, this ready for my cock.” His fingers trace along your inner thighs and you whimper; it’s enough, and you writhe in his grasp, breathing hard, back arching, hips bucking, and body trembling as wet heat rolls down your thighs and over his fingers. Brendon turns you around once more and presses your back against the wall; you know from the look on his face that he knows he’s just made you come again, and all he wants is to drop to his knees and bury his face in your pussy. 

Instead, he rests his forehead against yours and takes a shaky breath. The desire is positively rolling off of him. His next words are calculatedly casual; you appreciate knowing he’s struggling with this tease too. “But that’s not what I meant by ‘ready to go,’ unfortunately.” Stretching a bit toward the top of his dresser, he plucks a tissue from the box and wipes lazily between your legs. “What I meant was we need to get you dressed, so you’re ready to go to dinner.”

Your eyes narrow and he chuckles as you stomp over to your dresser and throw on a bra and underwear. You’re fastening your bra when you hear his zipper slide back up into place, and you whine, slumping over on the bed to shove your feet into the shoes he’s set out for you. 

“Come here, my love; don’t pout. You must know that I have plans for you later.” His voice is soothing, and you allow him to coax you over to him once you’ve got your heels on. You slip your arms into the dress he’s holding, and he wraps it, dropping to his knees and tying it as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, lips parting and tongue teasing as his mouth moves upwards. 

You moan a little, and Brendon smiles up at you. “You like this, babygirl? Me down on my knees for you?” You nod weakly, and he kisses your thigh again, suckling gently and leaving a faint mark. “I do too. Can still taste your sweetness all over your thighs. So worked up for me, fuck. Got me so worked up too. You going to let me take you to our bed later, pretty girl? Show you just how much I love eating your sweet pussy? You know I love tasting you before I fuck you.”

You don’t need to answer; he knows. You nod anyway. 

“Love that,” he murmurs, standing back up and caressing your face tenderly. “You’re always my best girl. My favorite girl. You’re my only girl,” he says with a small smile, “but still my best, favorite girl. So good for me, so good to me; you’re my sweet baby, my babygirl.” He’s giving you the softest, most reverent look as he murmurs, “my forever love, my precious Kitten, and my future wife.” 

You feel your knees give out and as you crumble, both of his hands grab your hips, supporting you while your hands clutch at his shoulders. 

“No, sweet baby; you can’t be hitting the floor for me just yet.” Brendon’s fingers flex possessively, and you can see the hunger in his eyes. “We have to have a nice dinner with your parents. Then we can play as much as you want.”

You whimper internally, not sure that you’ll make it through dinner at this rate, and you dig your fingers into his shoulders. Still, you have to try. 

“Take me to dinner, Brendon.” You steady yourself and he pulls you flush against him, lips just barely brushing over yours. You lean in, desperate for him, and he leans back, just barely evading you with a smile. “Tease,” you murmur.

“You love it,” he retorts with a smug grin before leading you out of the house. 

-||-

“Brendon,” you laugh, putting a hand over your mouth. “Why on earth did you get a limo?” 

He shrugs as you both slide into the back of the waiting car. “I sent one to the airport for your parents; figured my sweetest, best girl deserved one too.” He holds out an arm to you, and you snuggle into his side, mumbling about the unnecessary expense.

He kisses your temple lightly. “You were an absolute angel and came with me for the entirety of my tour because I needed you. It was a successful tour because I had you with me. This is a very nice dinner to celebrate the end of said tour with you—my beautiful fiancée—and my future in-laws. Why shouldn’t I spend the money?” He raises an eyebrow as if he’s expecting an answer, and you shrug helplessly. 

“I guess I just don’t want you to think I expect this sort of thing. I love you. Not the fancy shit.”

“And I love you,” Brendon replies, caressing your cheek and brushing his lips over yours. “And you were more than a good sport about essentially living on an overcrowded tour bus for many months, so let me spoil you a little with some ‘fancy shit.’ Besides,” and his voice drops, “it would be dangerous to fuck you or let you ride my cock in the back of a regular car.” 

“Don’t start teasing me again,” you whimper, twisting in your seat to cling to him with both arms. “I cannot take it.”

 He laughs, scooping you up so you’re sitting in his lap and facing him as he presses the button to raise the partition. “I’m not teasing you, love. It’s true that I can’t kiss you the way I really want until after dinner because it will ruin your pretty lipstick, and you can’t grind your sweet pussy against my cock until after dinner because we’ll both come from that, but if you think I’m not gonna have you as an appetizer, you’re very mistaken.” 

 “Appetizer?”

You can hear the tremble of longing in your voice, and he smiles, stroking your hair with one hand and your thigh with the other, since your dress has fallen open from the way you’re straddling him.

“Admittedly, it doesn’t seem like a great plan…mostly because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. Goddamn, if your pussy isn’t a five-course meal, I don’t know what is. And we both know after I get you rubbing your wet cunt on my mouth and tongue, all over my face, I need it on my cock.”

“Brendon…” you whimper, closing your eyes. There’s a coiling in your stomach that’s been building, tightening with every stroke of his fingers along your thigh. “Bren, you’re seriously going to make me come if you don’t stop talking.” 

You can practically feel his soft tongue lapping between your legs at your clit, and your brain feels like a bag of Pop Rocks has been dumped on it.

He keeps talking. “Honey, I could live and die with my tongue in your pussy. My god. You don’t even know. Jesus, the number of times I catch myself just daydreaming about pushing you down into bed or onto the couch, tugging your clothes off and burying my face in you. Like when we were on tour, and you knew how goddamn badly I needed you, so you would just bend over the vanity and wait for me, for my tongue, my fingers, my cock. Fuck, eating you out, grabbing your thighs, pressing closer, working my whole mouth over you until I just had to hear your happy squeal from my fingers fucking you. Shit, babygirl, I’m always fantasizing about that gorgeous pink slickness, luring me in. Begging to be touched. Licked. Stroked. Caressed.”

“Bren, I’m gonna—”

“Such sweet softness, surrounding my tongue and holy fuck; just the taste of you gets me hard. Shit, you’re the best. Kitten, I don’t think you understand how addicted I am.”

“Brendon, please, you don’t understand—I’m clo—”

“The taste, but also how it feels to have you move against me. Feeling you roll your hips in my hands, rubbing your pussy all over my mouth. Sometimes right when you’re getting close, you grab my hair and rock so the tip of my nose presses against your clit—”

“Brendon, I’m fucking close right now; you need to stop talking, or I’m gonna—”

“—while my tongue goes deep. Fuck, the way you thrash and squeal, grabbing my head, riding my tongue, coming on my face, gasping my name; it’s heaven, Kitten. Hearing, feeling, tasting you like that, knowing I made my best girl, my love, feel that damn good, it gets me so fucking ha—are you okay, sweetness?” 

You’re breathing shakily, swearing under your breath, hand clenching his on your trembling thigh, and your head is tipped back with your eyes shut. He must have figured it out though, because he sounds delighted when he murmurs, “Kitten, again?” 

“Shut. Up.” The words leave your mouth in a sharp hiss. You take his hand, the one on your thigh, and slip it between your legs. His breath catches when he feels your pussy, wet and quivering post-orgasm, and you glare at him. “Don't even try to act surprised, Urie. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

His face is a mixture of arousal and amusement. “Shit, baby. I don’t even know what to say.”

You shoot him a dirty look. “An apology would be a great place to start. And then I would say nothing else for a while since that’s what got us here.” 

“Right, but I’m not sorry though.” He’s stroking a thumb over your cheek and lips as he says this, and you bite his thumb. His eyes darken, and you know he’s enjoying the sensation. You relent, internally cursing his proclivity for pain, and he continues. 

“I mean, obviously I’m sad that you’re upset with me, but that’s not an apology; that’s putting it all on you, and that’s not fair. But no, to apologize sincerely, I would have to be sorry for the things I said, and I’m not. I regret none of them. I stand by every word that came out of my mouth. You could read everything I said in a court of law, and I wouldn’t deny any of it.” 

You huff, crossing your arms. 

“And further,” Brendon continues, “it continues to be so fucking hot. I’m really not sorry at all. Please don’t be mad, babygirl. Though please, feel free to bite me again; you know I love that.” You roll your eyes while he presses chaste kisses to your neck. It’s when he starts nuzzling you affectionately that you feel your resolve weaken.

“I’m not mad, B. I’m more embarrassed than anything else.” It’s not entirely true, but he’s being so sweet, and his mouth feels so good on your neck and you’re weak for him. This comment makes him pull back though, and he really looks stunned.

“Baby, no! Don’t be embarrassed! Kitten, sweetheart, please don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s so hot, so sexy.” He’s cupping your face in both hands now and looking at you earnestly. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I promise.” 

“Still,” you whimper. “You know I love you more than anything, but please, don’t take advantage of this…new discovery.” 

“I’ll behave, sweet girl. Are we okay?” You nod, and he gives you a light, sweet kiss. When he pulls back, he murmurs, “Now let’s go enjoy dinner with your parents.”

You stand up, and when he moves to follow, you hold up one hand. “Hang on. I can’t wear these all night.” You wriggle out of your wet underwear and tuck it into his pocket, settling back down in his lap. You’re fully aware you’re most likely staining his pants, but they’re dark, and you don’t actually care right now. “Your prize, sir.” He uses two fingers to push them deeper into his coat pocket and groans when he feels how wet they are. You can feel his cock twitch under you, and you’re weak again, flush against him. 

Brendon has to lift you up and out of his lap, and you can see the reluctance in his eyes. Once he’s placed you gently to the side, you have a mental image of spreading your legs, tangling a hand in his hair, and guiding his mouth right where you both want it most. Your wrap dress has fallen open, and your underwear is already in his pocket; it would be so easy. He’d be so eager: pressing his face closer, grabbing at your thighs and hips, working his tongue over your clit, groaning into you as you hold his head with both hands and grind down on his mouth. 

He shifts a little, and you think for one moment about grabbing him by the tie and pulling him on top of you, but you know you can’t. Instead, he stands and opens the limo door, stepping out before reaching back in to take your hand. You let him help you out and pause to look at him softly. “I love you, Bren.”

He smiles back at you radiantly. “I love you too, sweet baby. Come here.” He pulls you to him and kisses you deeply, hands caressing your hips as his tongue explores your mouth. You respond eagerly at first, but after a moment, you regretfully put both hands on his chest and push yourself back and away from him.

You look at him seriously. “We need to behave. You need to behave.” You give him an expectant look, and he nods, holding up three fingers, scout’s honor style. You smile, and he grins, flipping them around and crooking them toward himself while flicking his tongue at you suggestively. 

“Fuck,” you groan, flailing a hand at him. “Don’t do that. You cannot do that. Behave.” Brendon just laughs, guiding you into the restaurant with a hand stroking the small of your back. 

-||-

Dinner, all things considered, is going well. Brendon has only had to step away once to take a call, and your parents are relaxed and laughing now as the two of you recap some of your more parent-appropriate tour stories. 

You’re curled into his side in the booth, and he’s got an arm wrapped around you while the other moves between his bourbon glass and your hand on the table. He strokes the diamond of your ring with his thumb idly while chatting with your parents, and you couldn’t be happier. 

You're all halfway through your appetizers and your mom has gone to the bathroom when Brendon and your dad start comparing the steaks they’ve ordered. “Medium-rare is the way to go,” Brendon murmurs, with the arm once around your waist now resting between you so a surreptitious hand can caress your upper thigh under the table. “Such gorgeous pink tenderness; every bite, every taste lures me back for more. God, I would live and die in a steak like that.” 

Your eyes widen and you kick him lightly. Even if his wording now is only coincidentally similar to his earlier musings on your pussy, it’s too close for comfort. As a response to your kick, his fingers slip between your legs and move steadily higher. Your head is spinning a little, and you can’t believe how composed he is, practically fingering you in front of your parents. You squeeze your thighs together; his hand can’t move any higher. Still, he finds an advantage when he stretches out two fingers and manages to rub at your clit. 

 “Stop it,” you hiss while your father is distracted by the server bringing a refill, and Brendon smiles at you innocently as he starts running a foot up your calf. Your dad notices none of this as he turns back and tries to explain to Brendon why medium is a better choice; you’re dying slowly. 

Brendon picks up his bourbon glass and takes a sip that’s slightly too big, causing a drop to linger on his lower lip. He turns and meets your eyes as the tip of his tongue darts out to swipe his lip clean. 

You’re genuinely afraid you’re going to break a nail from how you’re digging your fingers into his thigh. 

He leans in close, nose brushing your ear, and whispers, “Babygirl, you know I like the pain.” He winks as he pulls back, and you close your eyes, willing your arousal away. 

Brendon turns suddenly to your father. “Jack, I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be rude—my phone died—sweet girl, will you see if Zack has sent you any updates on our flight for tomorrow morning? When we spoke earlier, I told him to text you if my phone died, and it has.”

Your dad is interested and asks where you’re both headed so, fortunately for Brendon, he doesn’t see the confusion in your eyes. You don’t think you two have any travel scheduled tomorrow. It’s the first you’re hearing about it anyway. 

Brendon starts talking extensively about scouting locations for an upcoming video while he takes advantage of your slightly parted legs—his fingers curve possessively over your upper thigh, flexing a little the way you love.

You’re almost positive there’s no travel tomorrow but Brendon sounds so convincing and you’re curious, so you pull out your phone. You feel your eyes narrow when you see—not a text from Zack, but—several messages from Brendon. You realize he wasn’t taking a call; he was texting you because he knew your phone was on Do Not Disturb. You open the messages with some trepidation. 

Don’t be mad you know I love you and I just can’t help myself

You cut your eyes to Brendon and see him tacitly ignoring you as he continues to discuss video production with your father and mother, who has just returned. You continue reading, even though you’re sure it’s a bad idea, and you can feel your face flush and your body tense.

Loved having you in my lap in the car, babygirl

the way that wrap dress fell open and left you exposed for me was such a tease (I know I’m one to talk)

I can’t wait to lay you out on our bed and get my face in between your legs, really get your cunt all over me

Got you smeared on my pants, but you know I need that hot pussy all over my face and fingers and cock 

Fuck, babygirl, I wanna lick and suck that gorgeous pussy until you’re coming on my face, begging for more

I want to get you so wet for me that I can touch you and I’ll be able to use your slickness like lube while I stroke this big thick cock for my best girl my slutty girl until I’m coming on your tits or your tongue 

Goddamn I want to make you come so hard that we have to change the fucking sheets and 

There’s more to that message and more texts from him below it, but you can’t read them; you can feel your orgasm rushing towards you and you cannot be at the table for that. 

You scramble up from the booth. “I’ll be right back,” you whisper, and bolt for the bathroom. You can hear your parents exchange concerned comments, and then Brendon offers to go check on you. He’s not nearly in the rush that you are but he ends up in the secluded bathroom hallway moments after you. 

He finds you leaning against the wall, trembling all over and chest heaving. Your eyes open, and you see him and that face and those lips and you are so close. “Urie, you fucking—”

He cuts you off by crushing his mouth over yours and sliding a hand inside your dress, rocking two fingers up into you. You cry out into his mouth, tugging at his hair, and he just kisses you harder, thrusting his fingers through your orgasm. “That’s it, Kitten; come for me, come on my fingers, think about coming on my cock, you’re such a good girl. Gonna lick these fingers clean later. Fuck, babygirl, I love you so much, I love feeling you come on me; shit, I can’t wait to get you on my face. Kneel over my mouth and ride my tongue while I stroke my cock, knowing I’m gonna fuck you so good, gonna fill you up with my cum; know you love feeling all of my hot cum deep in that sweet, slutty cunt.” He’s murmuring against your lips, and you moan as another rips through you. 

His free hand is wrapped around your waist, holding you to him, and your fingers are tangled in his hair as you come down from your high.

His lips are pressed to your forehead, and you’re still trembling against him when you manage to speak. “That was mean.” 

Brendon looks confused and you clarify. “Those texts. You knew exactly what you were doing.” He smirks a little and kisses you lightly on the lips. You talk through the embrace, pushing at his chest. “And I am not happy with you.”

“No?” He starts stroking you again with two spread fingers, grinning when you whimper. “You sound pretty happy. You sound like you always do when I’ve got my fingers buried in your pussy, getting you ready to take this thick cock.” He presses forward and rubs his erection against your thigh. You can’t help it; you moan. 

“Yeah, babygirl, that’s all for you. Gonna give it to you so good.” You glare and push him away again; he holds up his free hand in surrender. “Or not. My bad. Should we head back to the table or—” Brendon falters when he sees the incredulous look on your face. “Or… am I taking you home now?”

You laugh humorlessly. “Home. We’re going home. You are going to go out there and make an excuse to my parents, take me home, get my order to go or get me food on the way home, and then you have some serious apologizing to do.”

His eyes light up. “Please tell me you mean something utterly filthy when you say ‘apologizing,’ because that’s exactly where my mind has gone.”

“Don’t even joke right now. I swear Brendon, you owe me a big apology. You promised you would behave. You promised you wouldn’t do this to me.”

You feel like you’re about to start crying, and he can tell, because he wraps you in both arms. You go limp against him, tears spilling over, and he holds you tightly, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead. 

“Oh sweetheart. I’m so sorry. You’re right; I know, baby. I’m sorry for breaking my promise. I’m so sorry, my love.” His voice is soft, and even when you’re angry at him, you find it soothing and calming. 

“Don’t worry, sweet baby; I’m going to take you home and take care of you. My sweet girl, my precious Kitten. I’m so sorry, love. Hang in there, and I’ll get you home. My best girl, my babygirl.” 

You look like an absolute mess, so your parents don’t question the need for you to go home when you say you’re not feeling well. Brendon pays the bill and gets your food boxed up before guiding you out to the limo. Once you’re both settled on the bench seat, he opens his arms to you. 

“Do you want me to hold you, sweet baby?” 

You nod and crawl into his lap, clinging to him and pressing your face to his shoulder. His hands move gently over your back, and he’s being so sweet, whispering to you how sorry he is and brushing soft kisses over the top of your head. Even as you clutch at him, you can tell you’re still mad, and he can too. The tension hasn’t left your body. 

Still, you want him holding you. You’ve both always said that your love is more than any other emotion. No matter how mad, how hurt, how frustrated either of you are, you will always love each other more. You know it’s true. You may not always like him, but you will always love him. 

Once you’re home, he lifts you easily and makes his way out of the limo and heads to the door. You shriek and laugh a little; telling him you can walk, but Brendon scoffs playfully. “No sweetheart, you said you wanted me to hold you. So, I’m going to hold my girl.” 

The process of getting into your house with you in his arms plus the food is a slow one, but Brendon manages it and never puts you down. You’re still wrapped around him, head on his shoulder and legs tight around his waist, and he nudges you gently. “Shower, love?” When you nod, he asks, “do you want me to shower with you?” 

At this, you hesitate. Some time alone might be good. He can read your hesitation, but you can tell he doesn’t take it personally. He carries you to the bathroom, sets you on the counter, and turns the shower on. Then, after testing the water, he returns to you, kisses your forehead softly, and murmurs that he loves you, he’ll be downstairs, and you can come join him whenever you’re ready. You squeeze his hand as he leaves, and he squeezes back with a small smile. 

The shower is hot and relaxing and everything you need it to be. When you finally get out and see he’s set out your favorite of his t-shirts for you and a pair of what you both call your ‘snuggling panties’ (because of their ultra-softness) on your bed, you’re feeling far more at ease. 

You dress quickly and head downstairs to find him reclining on the couch in your favorite pair of his sweatpants. His hair is damp; he must’ve showered in the guest bathroom. “Damn, you’re sexy,” you comment, aiming for levity in your voice as you lean against the railing. He turns and grins, seeing you bare-legged with the hem of his shirt barely keeping you covered.

“Hello pot, I’m kettle.” He extends a hand and beckons you closer. You saunter over, dropping onto the couch and curling up on top of him, legs spread over his hips, your head on his chest. “I haven’t eaten yet,” he tells you. “Thought we’d eat together.” You nod, snuggling into him. “Are you hungry, babygirl?” You shake your head a little, breathing in the scent of his body wash. “Then let’s eat later,” he decides, stroking your hair. 

You nod, and he kisses the top of your head. “I’m sorry I was mean and broke my promise,” he whispers, and you look up at him. You had some time to think in the shower, and you know he means it. 

“It’s okay, B. I may have overreacted. There are worse things you could’ve done.” He frowns, running a finger down your cheek.

“Don’t say that honey. You were upset because I made you a promise that I didn’t keep, I pushed your boundaries further than you were comfortable with, and really, I betrayed your trust. You didn’t overreact.”

You smile a little, realizing he took the time to think in the shower too. You squirm up to kiss him softly now. “You’re being quite hard on yourself, my love. Here’s where I’ve landed, after some time alone with my thoughts. I always feel so close to you after you make me come, so intimately connected, and when you pushed and broke your promise, it made me feel like our sex life was just a game or something to you; like it was a challenge or entertainment.” Brendon goes to protest, and you press a gentle finger to his mouth. “But I know you, Brendon. I know you love me; I know how much our intimacy means to you, and I know how seriously you take our love and our life together. You would never purposely disrespect me or our intimacy. As soon as you realized how upset I was, you stopped and you took care of me, took care of us. You are a good man, Brendon Urie, and you are mine. Tonight wasn’t your finest moment, and it took you a bit longer than ideal to realize how serious I was, but you took care of me in the end, and you showed me how much you care. I love you. So, I’m good. Are you good? Are we?” He smiles, blinking back tears, rubbing his nose against yours. 

“I’m good. We’re good, sweet baby. I love you so much.” He holds you close, and you sink into his arms. He strokes your hair, and you sigh happily. There’s a long moment, and then he asks in a low voice, “would now be a bad time to ask about my dirty apology?” 

 You raise an eyebrow, and he scoots you higher so he can kiss you deeply. You run your hands through his wet hair, tugging happily, and he groans into your mouth while rolling you both over. “You know,” he murmurs through kisses, “my dirty apology, where I show you how much our intimacy and your orgasms mean to me. How much I love being close to you like this.” His hands are roaming, and you grin against his mouth, telling him you’d love a dirty apology. 

“Excellent,” Brendon mumbles, kissing a lazy path down your neck. “Now, where would Madame like her dirty apology?” He makes a sweeping gesture with his hand. “Madame has the choice of our lovely sectional with the romantic glow of the tv, or our exquisite bed with soft candlelight. The house recommends the bed, but Madame is, of course, free to choose.” 

You giggle at his feigned formality and pretend to think. “Madame believes she will take the house recommendation of the bed.” 

He nods in satisfaction and stands up, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you back up the stairs. You tighten your legs around his waist and sigh happily when his lips find your neck to start pressing open-mouthed kisses. 

You’ve finally made it to the bedroom, and he places you at the head so you’re reclining against the pillows. He moves to the end of the bed and goes into what appears to be some form of child’s pose, except he’s looking up at you. “Bren, what are you doing?”

He grins and starts to wiggle back and forth. “Pouncing.” You’re about to ask another question when he does just that: pounces and grabs you by the hips. You shriek with laughter when he starts playfully growling and nibbling at your thighs; he stretches over your body, buries his face in your neck while making ridiculous noises, and lightly bites at you. “Om nom nom nom nom,” he growls, tickling your sides.

“Brendon, what the hell?” You’re gasping for air, tears streaming from laughing, and he looks up at you seriously.

“I’m eating you, pretty girl. Om. Nom. Nom. Nom.” With each sound, he presses a kiss to your neck, slowly moving lower and lower. You’re wiping at your eyes, still laughing. 

“Or is this not what you had in mind?” His eyes twinkle up at you playfully, and you shake your head. “Oh Kitten, I know what you really want. I won’t even make you say it, even though I love to hear it.” He inches his way back down your body, lifting your shirt up and leaving soft kisses over your newly-exposed skin as he goes. “You want my tongue on your pussy, licking and lapping at your clit until you’re soaking wet for me, and I can slide my fingers in. You want me touching and tasting you until you can’t stand it, don’t you?” You nod weakly, lacing your fingers through his hair, and he smiles softly. “Well, I live and love to please you, babygirl.” Gently, he slides your panties down, spreads your legs wider and presses his lips to the inside of your thigh. You let out a quiet moan and he looks up at you. “I don’t want to tease you anymore. I’ve tortured you enough. Tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

You sigh happily, rolling your hips up to his mouth. “Just make me feel good, Bren. Make me come.”

He grins. “That, my love, I can do.” His tongue is moving over you in soft strokes while his thumbs massage the inside of each thigh, and his eyes have slipped shut as his mouth works. He’s being so gentle with you, and you think you might pass out from how great it feels. “Is this good, Kitten?” His voice is soft, and you nod languidly. “Just want you to feel good.”

“Trust me Bren, I feel really good.” His tongue is delving deeper now, and his thumbs have moved farther in to spread you wide for him. He increases his pace and pressure a little bit, moaning against you when you grip his hair. “That feels amazing,” you whisper, and he nods. “Baby—Bren—can you—” your words are coming in fragments; you can feel yourself getting close already— “softer with your tongue and add two fingers?”

“So fucking sexy, you knowing what you need to get off, Kitten.” He takes your requests and plays with your clit lightly with his tongue while his fingers press into you, stroking. You arch your back when his fingers hit a good spot and he does it again, gazing up at you from between your legs. 

You’re whimpering, rocking your hips gently into his touch, and he watches you. “Is this okay?” He murmurs the question into your pussy while his fingers slide back and thrust deep, and you manage to suppress the low moan that bubbles up in you.

“Fuck yes, Brendon; it’s so good.” Your fingers tighten in his hair, and you spread your legs wider. “But I need more, more of your mouth,” you tell him, and he nods. 

He’s slipping his fingers out of you to go back to covering you with his mouth, softly, alternately between slowly letting his tongue roll out against your folds and sucking lightly. “God, yeah,” you whimper, and he keeps going, wriggling in closer to get more access.

“Fucking love eating your pussy, babygirl; fuck, you are incredible,” he groans when he pulls back to breathe hard, resting his head against your thigh. You look down at him, his lips and chin slick, eyes dark with want, and you can’t help but moan at the sight. He licks his lips and stares up at you. “God, will you sit on my face?”

“Fuck Bren, as if I’d say no, with you down between my legs and looking at me like that.” You’re incredulous and willfully let yourself be rolled over to your stomach so you can pull back and sit up. He crawls up the bed into your place, settling down into the pillows and adjusting one under his neck.

“Commere, Kitten. Come ride my tongue.” He’s breathing hard again, pupils fully dilated, and you sling a leg over him and kneel over his chest. Carefully, he guides your hips into place so you’re reclining against his collarbone, and he can curve an arm around behind you to give you more support. 

“Fuck yes,” he moans as you settle into place, and he goes back to the soft licking and sucking that had you close before. His tongue is rolling over you, really tasting you, and he brings his other hand back, resting it on your hip. “Can I?” He lets the question hang as he applies pressure to your hip with two fingers. You nod eagerly and he adjusts his hand to slide his fingers in and spread you wide for his tongue. With more access, he can really stroke you and tease your clit with light flicks of the tip of his tongue. You cry out with pleasure as he rocks you closer at a better angle with his arm. “God, babygirl, can’t wait to feel you come all over my face like this. All over me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” you hiss, closing your eyes. “I’m really close already.”

“D’you need anything different, or are you gonna come?”

“Don’t fucking change a goddamn thing,” you whisper, moaning again when he returns to his ministrations. “God, yeah Bren, right there. Suck just a lit—sweet fuck, don’t stop, fuck fuck fuck oh—God yes!”

It’s hitting you hard so he curls his fingers forward and you can’t stifle your scream. “Fuck, Brendon, yes!”

“Ride my face; don’t hold back, let yourself feel it.” His words are muffled by your pussy, but you catch the gist and give in, rubbing and bearing down on his mouth. He keeps up with you, tongue and fingers working hard, and you’re thinking that you might come again when he sucks gently. “Give me one more, come for your man one more time. Soak my face once more, pretty baby.” His words push you over just as he reaches up to brush a slick thumb over your nipple. The sensation rips through you and you’re panting hard, hands in his hair.

“Holy hell.” You manage to whisper, coming down from it. You glance down and see his dark eyes sparkling from between your thighs and you can feel the wet curve of his smile. “Fuck, Bren, I love you.”

“I love you too, Kitten. Am I forgiven?” He looks eager as he licks over you gently and into the corners of his mouth, collecting your taste.

“If I say yes…”

“Then I’m making you come again on my tongue before I flip you over and give you my cock, fucking you so good and leaving you shaking and clinging to me after you’ve soaked our sheets.”

“Yes.” You’re a little breathless, already clinging to him like he wants. Brendon grins as he flexes his fingers into your hips, and you shriek happily when he slides his tongue over you again. 

“Gonna make it so good for you, Kitten.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Giles x reader - what I should have done

Part two:

Standing in your office, you looked at the few others that were in there and you glared at them.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Directors orders, he doesn’t trust these lot to be unattended, given the mortality rate in the town, and that they seem to be in the middle of everything and he wants somebody on the inside reporting to him.”

You shook your head.

“I’m not going.”

“You don’t have a choice, we’ve already sorted your house out, plus wouldn’t it be nice for the kids to get to know their dad?”

“That’s uncalled for, you can’t bring them into this, it’s a fucking recon mission not a damn family get together.”

Rhodes sight, coming to stand next to you.

“We just want more information about the slayer and the witches, that’s it. Simple follow and gather.” One of them sighed.

“You heard (Y/N), she’s not going and that’s final.”

“Oh go be a good lapdog for somebody else!” An agent snapped at him.

Rhodes stormed forward, grabbing the relatively new agent he slammed him into the wall, nearly putting him through it.

You looked at them and looked to the one you were speaking too.

“You’ve got a better chance since you know the watcher, you leave in a few days, and you’re to tell them they have no choice, they will comply or be arrested.”

You sighed, seeing you didn’t have a choice in any of this.

So by the end of the day you found yourself in Sunnydale, standing inside your new house while the twins ran around exploring.

“This is so shit…”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. At least you have me for a roommate.” Rhodes grinned.

“Oh yeah, that’s great. You can handle the twins when they’re awake at night then.”

He raised his hands, backing away from you.

“Your kids, not mine.”

You laughed, and looked down when you felt yourself get tackled.

Reaching down, you picked up the little girl, running a hand over her brown hair.

“Hey babygirl, what’s up?”

“Can we go outside…?”

You looked out the window.

“I’m sorry but you can’t, it’s dark outside, but tomorrow we’ll go outside all day, yeah?”

She nodded quickly and you kissed her head, setting her back on the ground so she could go run after her brother.

“Iris and Gabriel seem to like it here at least, and Rebel seems fine.”

You looked over at the German shepherd in the corner.

“Rhodes, Rebel couldn’t care less where we go, as long as he can be with the twins he’s pretty happy wherever.”

As the next day came around, and you found yourself outside in the sun, you had Gabriel on your back while Iris was dragging Rhodes around.

Rebel happily padded along next to you, his tail wagging slightly as he explored his new town.

You felt Gabriel tap your head and you stopped so you could look at him.

“What’s up sweetheart?” You asked.

“Magic shop! Do they sell magic?” He asked.

You looked towards the magic box and sighed quietly, making your way over to Rhodes.

He glanced at the shop, and looked at you.

“You think it’s a smart idea?”

“I may hate his guts, but he’s got a right to meet his kids at least.”

Rhodes shrugged.

“He was a dick, he left them. He left you.”

“Rhodes, Gabriel wants to see if they sell magic, how can I say not to his little face? I might as well introduce them while I’m there.”

“I don’t.. that’s not how magic works..”

He gestured to your son.

“Are you really going to tell my sweet little boy that? Are you going to break his little heart?”

Rhodes rolled his eyes and walked over to the shop, letting Iris and Rebel run in, then let you and Gabriel go in before following you.

“Do they sell magic mama?” Gabriel asked.

“Yes baby, they sell magic.”

He gasped and you set him on the floor.

“Remember you two, don’t pick up anything, we don’t want to break things.”

“Yea mama!” The yelled.

Rebel followed them, and you pointed to Rhodes so he would trail behind them and you walked to the counter, hitting the bell.

You heard the British man call out that he would be there in a moment and you looked at the woman who looked at you.

“You’re the one who pointed a gun at us all.”

“And you’re an ex demon, are we stating the obvious?” You asked.

“You’re not allowed here, I won’t serve you.”

“Great, I’m not here to buy anything. Tell the British asshole to get the hell out here.”

She huffed, crossing her arms.

“(Y/N), you.. you’re here..” he whispered.

“This isn’t exactly a social call, we need to talk.”

He nodded, gesturing to the back room and you followed him, leaning against the doorframe.

“What is it? Is everything alright?”

“I’ve been sent here to watch you all, report back to shield, ensure that you’re not a threat. This isn’t an option you get a say in. Let’s call it a curtesy call, just a forewarning.”

He furrowed his brows.

“I.. I don’t understand what this has to do with us? Why do you need to watch us?”

“Ex demon, witches, funky business happening in this town, the slayer? It’s all pretty self explanatory, all I’ve been told is watch you, if you refuse I get to arrest you and throw you in a dank hole for the rest of your life.”

Giles sighed, slowly nodding his head.

“I see… so this is just business?”

You turned around, making your way back to the door.

“Exactly.”

You stopped, and you turned around.

“I do owe you something however, so this is your one chance, follow me.”

Giles trailed after you, and you made your way to the table where the two children were climbing all over the people sat at it while Rhodes tried to grab them.

“Come on you two your mom is going to kill me! Stop climbing on them!”

“Play tag!” Iris giggled.

“Tag!” Gabriel cheered.

Willow and Tara laughed a little as Iris stood on the table, jumping up and down, and Gabriel was trying to pull Buffy away from her chair.

“You two know it’s rude to climb on people, Gabriel stop trying to pull the poor girl from her chair.”

He stopped and ran over to you, jumping into your arms and you picked him up, holding him upside down.

Walking over, you passed him to Rhodes and he laughed, as Rhodes held him by the legs, letting him swing himself back and forth.

Walking to the table you swept Iris into your arms, letting her sit on your shoulder.

Giles looked at the two children, he immediately recognised them from the photo he had framed in his living room.

He walked over to the table, asking them all to leave for a short while and they quietly slipped out, and he closed the shop before walking back over.

“Do you guys want to meet somebody very important?” You whispered.

They quickly nodded and you set Iris on the floor, Rhodes setting Gabriel on the floor, and you took their hands.

Pulling them aside you knelt down in front of them, helping Iris brush some dirt from her dress and you smiled.

“Do you remember when I told you that your dad had gone away for work, and that’s why you couldn’t see him?”

“He wears funny glasses.” Gabriel said.

You laughed softly, nodding your head as your remembered the photo you would show them so they’d know his face.

“Yeah, he does. Well, your dad lives here, in this town, he owns this shop, would you like to meet him?”

The two quickly nodded their heads.

“Is he nice?!” Iris whispered yelled.

“He is, he’s the sweetest person ever.”

You took their hands and led them over to Giles, and he crouched down.

He took his glasses off, setting them in his pocket and he smiled softly.

“Hello…” he whispered.

Gabriel shuffled behind his sister, and she held her chin up.

Giles chuckled a little at her attempt to intimidate him, and he smiled again.

You gently urged the duo forward, and Rebel stepped forward, but stopped when you held your hand out.

“Go on, it’s alright you two. That’s your dad, go say hello.”

Gabriel waved a little, and Giles waved back.

“You two are perfect, absolutely amazing.” He said softly.

“Really?!” Iris gasped.

“Definitely.”

She beamed up at you then beamed at her dad.

She was more confident about running over to hug her dad then Gabriel was, he had always been a little more reserved, he was a mamas boy, he loved you more than anybody.

Giles smiled, sweeping her into his arms and he stood up, kissing the side of her head.

“Does papa sell magic?” Gabriel asked.

“I.. I don’t..”

You held your hand up.

“Yes, he sells magic, but you’re too young to buy it.”

Gabriel nodded and hugged your legs.

Giles smiled at you, looking between his children.

“They’re so perfect…”

“You think that now, give it a few weeks.”

“You mean I.. I.. can see them again?”

You sighed, gesturing for him to come aside with you and he set his daughter down, following you across the shop.

“I’m pissed at you, let’s not forget that. I’m never going to forgive you for leaving me Rupert, but you didn’t know about them, so you didn’t exactly abandon them.”

You glanced at the twins sitting with Rhodes on the floor, playing games with the dog.

“You have every right to be in their lives, just like I do. They don’t know what really happened, they know you went away for work, but that’s it. You always wanted children, I’m not going to take them away from you just because of what happened between us, that isn’t fair on them.”

Giles nodded his head.

“We’ll start this slow, I’ll bring them by a few times a week, without those college students, let you get to know them and then we take it from there, but you’re not going to be left alone with them because I can’t trust you.”

“That’s understandable.”

And you kept to what you said, you would bring them by, he would close the shop for a few hours to spend time with them while you worked.

Where you went, Rhodes and Rebel went, which Giles understood.

Giles spent the next few getting to know his children, and the twins absolutely loved him, they loved to listen to him read, or pretend to help him in the shop.

Today they had asked if you could all go for a walk, and you agreed, walking behind Giles, Iris and Gabriel while you, Rebel and Rhodes kept your distance.

“He really loves them huh?”

“I’m glad he does, because if he breaks their hearts it means I get to put a bullet in his skull, and I don’t want to explain to them why their dad is dead after the just met him.”

Rhodes chuckled a little.

“Come on, you’ve got to admit you’ve gone softer in him since coming here.”

“I hate him.”

Rhodes shook his head.

“You’re hurt, but you don’t hate him (Y/N). I see the way you smile when he makes them laugh, the way your face goes all soft when he’s not looking.”

“Rhodes I’m not getting into this with you.”

“Come on, you’re still in love with him, I know you are. He’s still madly in love with you too.”

You said nothing, and he sighed.

“You can keep running in circles around each other, but you’re connected, as long as you’ve got those two sweet angels right there you two are always going to be in each others lives.”

“Rhodes!” You snapped.

He raised his hands, and you marched off, sweeping Iris into your arms making her giggle and you smiled at her.

She rested her head on your shoulder and looked at you.

“Mama?”

You hummed, looking at her.

“Papa will stay with us won’t he? He won’t leave again?”

You looked at Giles who frowned a little.

“Yeah babygirl, he’s not going anywhere, right?” You asked.

“No, no of course not. I’m staying, wherever you are I’lll be there.”

He stopped in front of you, and you crouched down to pick up Gabriel, holding them both.

“You two are the most important people in my life. I’m not going anywhere Iris I promise you that.”

He smiled, kissing both their heads, and he took them from you, holding them gently as he looked at you and smiled.

You looked at him and you turned away.

“You need to go back to the shop.”

He watched as you walked ahead and sighed, following behind you.

He had been trying to make things right with you, trying anything to fix the mess that he had made all those years ago but you kept yourself closed off.

As you all made your way back to the shop, seeing the group of young adults waiting outside for Giles.

“Oh it’s the mini Giles’!” Willow gasped.

“Oh they’re so small, why are they so small (Y/N)?” Anya asked.

You rolled your eyes, taking the keys from Giles pocket so you could unlock the shop to let everybody in.

“Because they’re only 5 years old Anya, humans don’t exactly sprout like plants.”

Giles gently set the twins on the floor, making his way over to the table and sat down.

“I still cant believe that Giles has kids, it’s so weird.” Xander said.

He sat on the floor, taking the toy truck that Gabriel handed him.

“I know, it’s kind of gross actually. Someone actually did things with Giles.” Buffy said.

You nearly spat out your drink, trying to hold back your laughter.

“All these years and still not a single shred of respect.” Giles sighed.

“I’m starting to like you more and more each day Buffy.”

She grinned a little at you.

“Why can’t we always have them here, they’re so adorable.” Tara said.

“Because my children do have a bedtime routine, and I can only stand so long of seeing Rupert’s face before I get annoyed with him.”

“Really? You now as well?”

“She has a point, you have an annoying face.” Rhodes nodded.

“Wonderful, everybody pick on the shop owner. At least my children love me.”

You heard your phone ring, and you reached into your pocket, pulling it out.

Looking at Rhodes you gestured to the group before walking to the other side of the shop.

Of course it was work related, and the call lasted a few minuets before you hung up.

“You’re needed back at HQ, they want all the files bringing with you asap.”

“On it, I’ll keep you updated.”

You nodded and watched him leave.

The following night you received a call, and you quickly dialled another number, getting everything ready as you waited.

A knock on your door made you look up and you walked over to open it, letting Giles in and he looked at everything and how you were dressed.

“You’re leaving?” He asked sadly.

“No, I need to go on a mission, should be a few hours it’s fairly local. With Rhodes gone and I you to stay here watch the twins, they’re asleep right now.”

“Yes, yes of course.”

You grabbed your gun, taking it apart to put back into its case.

“I’ll be gone for a few hours at most, if I’m not back tomorrow night take the twins back to yours, and call shield, tell them the river runs dry, they’ll know what it means, then call Rhodes.”

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Need to know basis, just do it.”

You grabbed your case, pulling your bandanna around your nose and mouth.

Giles looked at you and he sighed softly.

Stepped forward, he pressed a kiss to your cheek before moving away.

“Be safe.”

You said nothing as you walked away, heading straight to your car.

You sighed, bringing a hand to touch the spot where he’d kissed, and you would be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t make your heart skip a beat.

But you shoved it all to the back of your mind as you made your way to the edge of town to complete your mission

[ajathings]

Mixed Feelings

I fuckin’ hate you, you know that right? You and your authentic Timbs from yesteryear that still haven’t fallen out of style simply because they are on your feet. I hate how they compliment your outfits while you stop into my job just to say “hello.” I hate that you even know where my gallery even is–who even fuckin’ told you? 

I hate how you stepped out of my college hoe days and into my present day, somehow looking sexier than before. Dark skin, white teeth; I hate the contrast on your perfect face because I compare it to the chiaroscuro technique that the Renaissance made popular, and if there is anyone unworthy of the comparison, I’ll be damned if it ain’t you. I wish you’d take your magazine-billboard-black man on Vogue–million dollar smile somewhere else. Stop haunting me with it, with you, with your presence. 

I hate how you like my coffee. I hate how you know my gallery is struggling. You use those two tidbits of knowledge against me, knowing I need a pick me up at the end of the day because by closing, the only person to walk into the gallery is you, with the comfort I need You and your weaponized sympathies, your sharpened cadences and well-wishes, and your poisonous pick-me-ups at the end of another disappointing day. You tell me that things will improve and that one day, I won't need the Met Museum anymore. You fill my head with fantasies about this gallery being my full-time job.

Fuckin’ opportunist asshole preying on weak women. Fuck you for ever making me label myself as a weak woman in the first place; I never had to face the truth of the matter until you came back into my life and declared with your actions that you never lost hold of me. Fuck you for remembering that your fingertips, calloused and precise, still sing me lullabies that I adore. Fuck you for realizing that my need for a sense of release was your way back into my life. That’s the ticket! you probably said. That thing with her chin that she used to like! Pair that with my golden eyes and she’ll dance to any tune I play her.

Fuck you. I hate you even as you corner me in my gallery’s door frame, eye fucking me with sparkling irises that God should have never blessed you with. I hope you taste my hate on my lips. I hope you swallow it and it goes down like acid. I hope it settles in the pit of your stomach like rat poion. I hope there is anything on my face that portrays just how much your presence irks me, even if my body welcomes you like it used to.

What I really hate is how soft the ground is wherever I happen to be kneeling. I hate how your wife probably knows that her husband’s dick was carefully and lovingly polished by another woman’s lips, all because the word no tends to drop out of my vocabulary when you call me “babygirl.” I hate that I still know that trick you like, and I hate the myriad of wildcats I compare you to in the moment when I make you groan with it. I hate that you have no regard for my closet. I wear nice things to both my jobs and not everything I wear I pair with a pair of fuck-me-drawers. So fuck you in particular for helping yourself to my skirt on Tuesday, and my slacks on Friday. I liked those panties. I loved those pants. They weren’t yours to tear/break the zipper off of, so you best believe that as good as your fingering game is, I will be sending you the invoice for those. As soon as I figure out how to quit you.

I hate how your fingers find their homes on my hips, your manhood between my thighs. I hate that you're well-blessed and still considerate to remember that I don’t need all your inches, just a few. You find your rhythm and respect my limits and for that, I particularly despise you, because for once, someone isn’t thinking they're the shit just because of size. And that someone is a filthy cheater, home breaker, treading familiar ground just because he married a safe woman who loved him just as much as I used to, but not enough to satisfy him. 

You bring shame to all of us with every thrust and I bring shame to all of us by letting this happen.

I hate that my coffee’s half-drunken and cold by the end of it. I hate that I’ll probably see you again in a couple of weeks. I hate that I’m down a couple of items of clothing. I hate that your presence is twice as hollow as your absence, and I am somehow more full, more comforted as a woman when you’ve finally disappeared into Manhattan.

I hate that I stole your wife’s number when you weren’t looking. I hate how she isn’t even saved in your phone so that when it rings, I can memorize it, even in the middle of sex. I hate with a burning passion how you can talk to her and fuck me at the same time. 

I hate that when I call her, she immediately agrees to coffee at the small local shop not far from where I work. I hate how when I tell her that I’m the other woman, she doesn’t slap the shit out of me. She smiles, shakes her head, and fights tears but never blames me. She blames a man who believes he’s entitled to every woman he wants.

We talk and we talk. The sun sets. There’s a lot of remorse floatin across the table My coffee’s half-drunken and cold by the end of it. We actually get along nicely. I’m an art historian, and she dropped out of a political science program for financial reasons. I point her to a few resources to help get her back into college, and when she says her time has passed, I remind her that it's never too late to chase passion.

I’d try to hold onto the hate that you’ve inspired, but she sucks the hate out of any room. The last thing I remember hating was the fact that you married a woman you didn’t deserve. A beam of light caught in the sucking, black abyss that is you and your sexual ego. When I told her how you pulled me back in with your fingers, she didn’t seem surprised. That’s how she got trapped in you too. Rough, calloused, cracked, indicative of a strong, working man. We both understand the appeal.

But only when we shake hands do we understand. Soft, gentle, kind, understanding, worth exploring further. When she sobs into my lips, she says she hates you. Not me: you. And I reply “Yea, me too.” And for the first time, our skin matches what we’re thinking.

I love how you probably hate me as much as I hate you now. I love how she offered to host me, and when I told her my apartment has a lovely view of the sunrise, she didn’t hesitate to stay the night with me just to see it. I love that I woke to her and that she said “You’re right. It’s lovely.” I love that she curled up in my embrace, not all that eager to just to up and leave when the fun is over. To us, this was part the fun. I love how we’ve both been missing the same thing.

I love hearing you shout over her phone when you call her, asking where she’s been. I love how you choke on your bravado when she says she can’t do “this” anymore. I love how she lets me be nosy; how she allows me come up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist and listen to you beg and plead. When I tell you it’s music to my ears…

I love how she lingers with me, her brown skin glistening in the sun pouring in through the window. I look at her and I see beauty I appreciate. It’s not wasted on her like it is on you. I love how she thanks me for the evening, for the chat, for the coffee, for teaching her that the trick you like works better on women anyway. And I tell her that even if this never happens again, but I’d love to be friends. She’s traditional, and so she initially believed that people who had sex could never be friends. But I get dressed, and I reintroduce myself as the remorseful other woman and she laughs. We shake hands and decide to give friends a try. A couple of years later, I’m glad we did.

I love you for bringing me to her. Seeing her smile down the aisle earlier this year was among my greatest joys, along with wearing the dress she picked out for me to wear as her maid of honor. I love how we transcended our beginnings. I love how our relationship is transparent, real, and nourishing. I love that we can acknowledge the elephant in the room, forgive each other, move on, and grow. I love how we both escaped you.

I would say that I hate that I cost you your wife, but I’d be lying. She’s happier than she’s ever been. I’m happy that, in my own misguided way, I freed her from you. And I love that I’ll leave you where you stand without being tempted by you. I guess she and I both did some growing.

It’s your turn to do the growing. I hate that you’ve probably learned nothing from this. I hate that you’ll probably hate me, blame me, but never examine yourself. I hate that you’ll leave here, call some other woman from your past and fuck her just to feel better about yourself. In truth, I could find many reasons to continue hating you, but I refuse to. Maintaining that malice is kinda like maintaining any relationship with you…

I’d tell you what that means but hate is exhausting. 

Anyway, I apologize, but I don’t need your forgiveness. I’m in the process of letting go of hate and coming clean to you was all I needed to do. What you do with any of this is your business. I’m late for my friend’s babyshower. 

I’ll Cash App you for the coffee.

[britswriting]

Devotion (3)

Devotion Masterlist

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Warning: Sexual content, talk of weight

SCW: Daddy kink (if you squint), vaginal slapping (sorry?), "panty fucking" (again, sorry?), spanking (sorry?), oral - female, consensual derogatory terms: Slut, whore, praise kink (if you squint), unprotected sex, pet names: Baby, babygirl (sorry jess) dirty talk ig? lol, "Masturbation?" - male..? lol

Prepare to feel "overwhelmed" with how quick paced this chapter goes. I gotta get somewhere lol

*Colby's POV*

Leighton's back hit the mattress, my face nuzzling into her neck as I left needy kisses, listening to her soft moans of approval.

"I've missed hearing those sinful moans babygirl" I murmured against her skin, feeling her hand rake through my hair before pulling me up to her mouth, immediately fighting for dominance.

I pinned her hands above her head, letting my hips press against hers, leaving her breathless, allowing me to gain the dominance I was craving.

My tongue ran over hers, one of my hands keeping her wrists pinned above her head as my left hand slipped between her thighs, my fingers adding pressure against her clothed cunt, feeling her arousal begin to seep through.

"You're so fucking wet" I groaned, leaning down to leave kisses down the valley of her chest, my ego taking over as I listened to her pant and whine beneath me. "Spread your legs for me — good girl" he praised, my hands pressing her thighs to the mattress. I moved my hands to the strings of her thong, pulling them high up on her hips, the thin piece of fabric tight against her awaiting cunt. "Never thought I'd see the day where you'd comply baby" I teased, the strings snapping against her hips.

I watched her back arch, causing the fabric to rub against her vagina, an accidental sinful moan leaving her now swollen lips, going straight to my dick.

"Did I find something new you like?" I smirked, letting my fingers lightly run over her clothed cunt, listening to her whine.

I looked up at her just in time to watch her eyes open, biting her lip as she watched me.

"Feeling needy baby?" I pressed against her, Leighton instantly letting out a low hum of relief, my hand snaking down to tease her vagina, my pointer and middle finger running back and forth over the clothed area, watching her eyes roll back as she arched into my touch.

I quickly slapped her cunt, knowing it would leave behind a short sting, smirking when her eyes popped open.

"Oh my god" she groaned, her legs immediately going to close behind I stopped them.

"I can physically see your arousal, fuck" I groaned, my fingers pressing in on the wet patch, feeling the residual get left behind on my touch, bringing my fingers up to my lips, sucking it off.

My hands pressed her thighs down to the mattress, giving me the perfect view of her cunt.

"Ooh!" She breathed out, her hand clenching the sheets as I ran my two fingers up her center and grazed her clit.

"You don't know how much I love that you fucking drip for me. Love how much of a slut your pussy is for my touch" I slapped her vagina again.

Leightons hands came up to my shoulders, wrapping her legs around my waist as she shoved us over so I was on my back, straddling my waist.

"Think I was gonna be a bottom forever?" She smirked, her hands on my pecs as she pushed herself back, grinding against me.

"I remember you calling me dick whipped" She teased, my eyes rolling back at the feeling of her rolling against my cock. "You're just my fuck toy. Without me, all you've got are your fingers"

"We both know how much you love my fingers" I shot back, Leighton grinning.

"Mhm, know what else I love?"

"Hm"?

"Having you moan under me" she smirked, her eyes staying on me. "Loving having my big strong protect falling apart helplessly under my touch. So fucking hot, could cum just thinking about it. Wanna feel daddy"

"Fuck! — yes!"

Watching her push her cunt back and forth over me, using me, was turning me on a lot more than I expected it to.

She moved her hips down to my thighs, tugging my waistband down till my cock was out, leaving the band to sit under my balls, the feeling making me breathing heavy.

She moved back to my hips, letting her thong rub against my very needy cock.

"Jesus christ" I groaned, bucking up into her, wanting to be inside her now as more precum leaned down the side, hitting right where her clit was.

Leighton reached down between us, catching my attention as I tried to figure out what she was doing. She pushed her underwear to the side, grabbing my dick and shifting in between the opening, letting her thong fall back against me, trapping me against her silky folds, grinding against me.

"You're so fucking wet" I moaned, Leighton's eyes falling shut as she rocked her hips against me, the head of my cock nudging her clit.

"God you keep hitting my fucking clit" she moaned, leaning down to me, the band of her thong rubbing against the sensitive skin, driving me mad.

"Fucking tease" I groaned, my hands finding her hips, tucking into the band of her underwear and pulling them tight against her before letting them slap against my skin again, both of us rocking our hips together before I pulled out and flipped her over,

She positioned herself to her elbows, squeezing my dick through the tight material. "Your balls feel heavy, have I neglected you baby?" She teased, biting her lip as her hand rubbed at them, my stomach clenching at the feeling. My eyes closed at the feeling, "Fuck" She groaned, "god your fucking pre-cum!" She whined, her finger running over my slit to collect it, my body jolting at the sensation.

"You know what I want you to do baby?" I asked her, Leighton looking up at me.

"Hm"

"Jerk me off"

I expected her to throw a fit about my request, I mean, I can see the arousal on her fucking thighs, but surprisingly she started moving her hand, my eyes instantly going to her pussy.

"Get me off so good baby, and I'll fuck you sp good"

"Can I one up you?" She asked, surprising me.

"What's that baby?"

"Cum on my cunt" she requested, her fingers pulling down her thong, tossing it to the ground, spreading her thighs so I could perfectly see her glistening pussy. "Cum on me Colby. Fucking cum on my cunt and fuck it into me, please"

"Fuck" I groaned, my bare hand running against her, collecting her arousal before working my cock, "you dirty dirty girl. Knew you were a whore for me"

My wrist was snapping as I worked my cock, Leighton beautifully sprawled out beneath me, waiting for my cum.

"Cum for me Colby! Fucking give it to me, I want it so fucking bad" She whined, "You're so fucking full, I can feel and I see it! I want it so bad, fucking give me your load and fuck it into me. Drench me daddy"

I moaned loudly as I realized onto her, Leighton's moans mixing with mine.

My breathing was labored as I looked down, Leighton's fingers scooping up my cum, letting it create a mess near her clit before slipping it into her awaiting center.

"I'm ready for you to fuck me, make me squirt daddy"

I leaned down to kiss her, not caring how messy it was before grabbing my cock and finding her center, my dick quite literally slipping inside of her, both of us moaning.

"You're so fucking wet, I'm going to fucking slip out" I warned, trying to snap my hips quick and close, not wanting to create too much room to actually slip out.

"Fuck you feel so good" she mewled, Leigh's nails dragging against my skin as her hips thrusted up to meet mine.

"Fuck" I hissed, my sensitive head brushing against her plush g-spot, a loud moan falling from my beautiful fiance's lips, encouraging me to do it again and again until the moans were uncontrollable.

"I'm going to fucking cum! Oh god" she moaned, her back arching, her hand coming down to play with her clit as I sucked on her nipples, adding extra stimulation.

"You better fucking squirt or I'll just keep fucking you" I warned.

"Fuck! My hands cramping" she warned, her eyes squeezing shit, irritating me since her eyes looked so beautiful whilst she was being throughly fucked.

"Open your eyes or I'm not helping your beautiful pathetic cunt cum" I warned, Leightons hand finding my jaw as she opened her eyes.

"Please! Please fucking rub my clit fast and hard! I'm so fucking close" she begged, my hand replacing hers, quickly rubbing her swollen clit.

"Your clit it so fucking puffy, it's going to be rubbed raw baby"

"I don't fucking care, FUCK! Colby —baby, please!" She begged, the pitiful whine making me want to do everything to please her.

With one final deep thrust, she came around me, once again, leaving down my cock to my balls, as she shoved me away from her.

"Keep rubbing my clit! I just — oh, I'm fucking- oh my god!"

I continued my assault on her throbbing clit, coaxing her through her orgasm, only to watch her squirt onto me as she cried, tears running down her face as her back was arched, more coming out of her the harder I assaulted her clit until she shoved me away, gasping for air.

"Love when you fucking drench me baby. Fucking marking me and shit. Making me smell like you, drives me fucking mad" I growled into her neck, biting down harshly on the skin as I listened to her breathe, kissing up her jaw to her lips. "You look beautiful Leigh" I murmured, letting my lips wrap around her puffy bottom lip, pulling slightly before kissing her. "I love you so fucking much"

"I.... Love... you... too" she breathed out, making me chuckle. "God, I'm royally fucked" she giggled, her eyes opening, a gorgeous twinkle to them.

"We're gonna need a shower again. Your beautiful pussy here needs to be cleaned and washed so you don't have to go to the doctors, and someone decided to mark my chest with her glistening gold"

"Don't call my cum, gold!" She laughed, her hands pulling at my hair.

"Mm.. I'll call it whatever the fuck I want. As far as I'm concerned, it's worth more than gold, that fucking special babygirl" I kissed her again, Leighton rolling her eyes and then gasping when I smacked her ass hard.

"Don't fucking roll your eyes at me"

"Don't call my cum, gold"

"Wanna fucking bet?"

"If you touch my vagina again you're going to be a very sorry man!" She warned and I laughed, shifting off the bed to pull her up into my arms.

"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up, prevent those oh so fun UTI's and change the sheets before our beautiful daughter comes home and wants to snuggle"

~

"Coco!" Gemma squealed, running to me, Noel right behind her. 

"Hi G, did you girls have fun at tumbling?" I asked, offering a hand to each toddler.

I listened to the girls tell me about tumbling class, Gemma telling me about all the climbing and somersaults she did and how nice her teacher was, Noel staying quiet as they got buckled in.

"Did you have a good day Noel?" I asked, hoping I could get her to crack.

"Noel misses her daddy" Gemma announced, Noel's face scrunching.

I didn't know how to respond to that.

"Will going to the store make you feel better?" I asked, and she stayed quiet. 

Gemma sang along to the radio as I drove, Gemma unbuckling herself when we got to the store, ready to get a move on.

Noel clung to me as Gemma ran to the carts.

"What we buying Coco?" 

"Mommy wants snacks and we need stuff for dinner. Is there anything you want Noel?" I asked, looking down at the brown eyed girl who had a death grip on my sweatshirt.

She shook her head and we walked slowly through the store, gathering Gemma's request of fruits, and Leighton's dinner items.

Leighton had texted me images of certain things to try and make this easier, telling me she was preparing me for when it was my turn to do the big shop.

We got to the snack aisle and Gemma was giving me a headache.

"Can you stay here, please?" I asked, Gemma running down the aisle towards her goldfish.

"Coco, fishies!" She declared, shaking a box bigger than her head as she ran back to the cart, throwing it into the basket, Noel jumping.

"Gemma Lorraine, I won't tell you again. Stay near me or I'm putting all your snacks back" I warned, tired of having her run off.

I mentally rolled my eyes when she began to pout, huffing and puffing as she grabbed the cart.

"Noel, do you want anything?" I tried again, unsure why she was being so clingy.

"Elle no ike fishies" Gemma told me and I nodded.

"What do you like?" I asked again, feeling bad that she got dragged along on the shopping trip.

"Elle.. Elle... Elle ikes... ummmmmm.... I dunno! Elle no eat snacks" Gemma said and nodded, slowly walking down the aisle, hoping something caught her interest.

"Coco! We get deese?" She pointed at a cereal.

"Mommy said we're doing healthy breakfast this week"

"But... pebbles Coco!" She pointed at the Fruity Pebbles.

"Next time"

"But.. Coco!"

"Gemma, if you want those you have to put something else back"

"NOO!" She whined.

I looked down at Noel, seeing she was looking at something.

I tried to follow her gaze, confused.

"What do you see sweetheart?" I questioned, crouching down so I was at her eye level.

She pointed at a travel size of Oreos. 

"Do you want those?" I asked and she shrugged, slinking back into herself.

I stood up and grabbed one, handing it to her, watching her face fill with confusion.

"You can have them" I encouraged, watching her eyes light up.

"Fank you!" 

I grinned, nodding.

Gemma whined about how she also wanted one, picking out a cookie one, and I quickly made our way to the register before she emptied out my wallet.

Noel seemed to perk up more as we rode the elevator to our apartment, Gemma running down the hall, stopping at the cow print rug.

"Coco! I gotta pee!" She whined, bouncing at the door.

I plopped the grocery bags in the kitchen as she ran to the bathroom, my footsteps quick behind hers.

I snickered as she swayed her legs back and forth on the toilet.

"I get puffy?" She asked and I nodded, motioning towards the toilet paper.

I finished getting the girls done with the bathroom, sending them off to play when my phone rang, Sam's facetime photo popping up.

"Hey" I answered, propping him on the counter so I could put everything away.

"Hey! Is Leighton home?" he asked and I shook my head. "Good. I was wondering if you guys had Valentine's Day plans?" He asked, catching my attention.

"Um.. we haven't discussed it, why?"

"Well Kat wants to come back to California and go to the Maple Leafs game and I was wondering if you guys wanted to join us?"

"I can talk to Leighton about it, I don't know what her plans are. February can get kind of crazy. Is that all you needed?" I asked, swiftly moving around the kitchen, putting things in their correct places.

"Dang, trying to get rid of me already?" He teased, "I also wanted to ask you about the boys trip this April, if you've gotten ahold of Nate about his plans? I know we talked about going back to Kansas as like a home roots sort've thing. You also mentioned going back to Hawaii" 

"I want to take Leighton to Hawaii, so I don't want to do the boys trip there"

"Okay.. well does April work for you?"

"It should"

"Good. Let me know if you can get a hold of Nate. He's got a new girlfriend and has been pretty touch and go lately"

I nodded, Gemma's squeal being heard behind me before she pushed her hands onto the counter top, jumping up and down to try and see Sam.

I handed the phone to Gemma, letting her wander off with my best friend as I began to boil water, knowing Leighton was going to be home soon.

With dinner almost ready, the girls came toddling in announcing they were hungry.

"It's almost done" I announced, listening to Gemma while about how she was really hungry.

I cut up the strawberries when I heard Leighton talking to Gemma and Noel.

"It smells yummy in here" She said, walking over to me, wrapping her arms around my chest as I sliced the berries.

"Welcome home, how was work?" I asked, turning my neck to kiss her.

"It was alright. I need to start looking for new jobs. I don't want to work in fast food forever" She sighed, kissing my cheek and patting my ass before walking off.

I served the girls their food, the four of us talking about how our days went when I brought up Sam's ideas for Valentines day, surprised Leighton was down to go to the game.

The morning of Valentines Day I bought my girls donuts and handed them each a wrapped gift, Gemma immediately tearing the paper off, squealing at the sight of the stuffed animal puppy.

"Thank you Coco!" She grinned, Leighton less energetic as she chewed her donut, taking her own wrapping paper off.

"I thought we said we were only doing gifts for Gemma?" She asked, eyeing me as she got to the box.

I ignored her, letting her lift the top off.

"Oh my- Colby!" She laughed, pulling out the mug.

"Do you like it?" I grinned, Gemma looking at the mug.

"What's it say?" She asked.

"It says Coco loves Mommy very much" Leighton immediately replied, Gemma looking over at me when I choked on air.

"I love it, thank you baby" She set it aside, crawling over to me. 

"Already on your knees for me huh?" I teased, Leighton swatting my chest before pulling me down to her, placing a tender kiss on my lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day Colby"

~

"You be good for Nonna and Papa, okay?" Leighton told Gemma, kissing our toddler goodbye, Sam and Kat waiting for us in the car. "I feel mean leaving her behind. We always spend Valentine's Day with her"

"We spent time with her. I'm sure she'll have more fun with your dad anyway"

Sam and I chatted in the car, both Kat and Leighton scrolling through their phones until we got to the arena, Leighton's hand intertwining with mine.

"I forgot to tell you how good you look" Leighton said, taking me by surprise, my stomach fluttering at the compliment.

"Thank you baby"

"I uh.. I know you've been struggling with your med change, and I know how much you don't like your hair naturally.. but I like it" She smiled at me, stepping up onto her toes to kiss me.

The Leaf's game was fun, Sam telling me how surprised he was that Leighton was so into Hockey, asking her about it in the car.

"Well, when I was younger we'd go to games all the time. My uncle is a big Hockey fan" She explained, surprising me.

"I didn't know you loved Hockey" I turned to face her.

"I mean, I wouldn't say I'm obsessed, but they're fun to go to"

"Learning something new about you every day" I murmured, kissing her lips.

* * * *

katrinastuartoffical: Finally got our bestie back! #toowhipped

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a/n: I don't wanna edit so we are gonna pretend Stas is Leigh lol

colbybrock: Hope everyone's had a good Valentines Day!

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"Are you really scrolling through your phone right after fucking me?" Leighton asked, crawling back into bed.

"You said you were going to shower" I mumbled back, too focused on reading the words on my Timeline.

"Hey, is everything okay? I was joking. I'm sorry if it came across as complaining. I'm just tired" She snuggled into my chest, leaving a soft kiss on my jaw.

"Just reading through tweets" 

"Oh? Why does your face look upset"

"It's nothing" I sighed, turning my phone off and rolling over to plug it in.

"Colby?"

"Hm?"

"What's wrong?"

"Did you mean what you said earlier? That I looked good?" I asked, turning to watch Leighton.

"What? Of course I did. Why?"

"I just.. you know how I've been trying to post on Snap more?"

"Yeah"

"The fans are uh.. talking about my weight and shit, and how they don't like it or whatever" I admitted, Leighton pulling away from me.

"What?"

"Well I uh.. posted this earlier" I grabbed my phone, pulling up my story.

"Mhm. You looked yummy"

"Yummy?" I chuckled and she grinned.

"Send me that photo. I'm going to need material for when you're gone"

My jaw dropped and she giggled when I pulled her on top of me.

"Playing with your pretty pussy without me?!"

"Mhm" She giggled, resting her head on my chest. "I'm sorry they're shit talking your weight. I know as a girl, especially in High School and whilst I was pregnant, what that feels like, and I'm sorry they're saying dumb shit like that" She apologized, and I felt bad that she felt like she had to apologize for something she didn't do.

"I just.. do you think I need to change my workout routine? I know I haven't been working out as much lately-"

"Colby. Are you unhappy with the way you look?" She asked, confusing me.

"What?"

"Before you read those things on Twitter, did it cross your mind that you needed to change your workout routine, or eating habits, or that you didn't like the way you looked?"

"Well.. no"

"Then don't. Do that shit for you. You don't have to work out in the gym for two hours every day. I love the way you look if that's what you're worried about"

"I know. Sorry.. I just... shit gets in my head ya know?"

"I know. I get it, and I'm sure it doesn't help that you're trying to get back out there again. I know starting your meds has been a bitch, so I'm sorry they're adding onto your stress and stuff" She apologized, moving to straddle my thighs. "If you want to shave, shave. If you want to cut your hair or dye it, do it. If you want to eat a cheeseburger and drink four milkshakes, do it. If you're craving going to the gym and pumping some iron, do it. Do shit for you"

"Do you like it?" I questioned, running my hand over my facial hair.

"You look hot with and without. I love you Colby"

"Do I keep it?" 

"Do you want to keep it?" She shot back, frustrating me.

"That's not what I asked!" I laughed, intertwining my hands with hers, tugging her down to me. 

"I just want you to be happy"

"I am happy Leigh, I was asking if you liked it or not. I understand I can do whatever I want, but if the person I'm marrying as a preference, I want to take it into consideration. What if you loved it as stubble and no more, no less?"

"But what if you didn't. I rather you be happy with the way you look"

"I want to please you, beautiful"

"Babe, I don't care" She laughed, kissing my lips before running her hands through my hair, getting it off my forehead.

The day of Leighton's 2nd sober birthday, I surprised her with our apartment all decked out, wanting her to feel special since it was the first time she was celebrating two years. Balloons were all over which Gemma loved, Gemma having helped me make and decorate cupcakes.

Leigh came back from her NA meeting with a fancy new chip, her necklace on show, a big smile on her face when Gemma handed her her card.

"Coco wrote" She pointed, Leighton reading the card.

"We're so proud of you Mommy" was on the front, inside reading "Congrats on two years sober, we love you!"

The paper being filled with Gemma's drawings.

~

The middle of May I got my medication dosages changed, which made things definitely a lot harder since Sam and I were back to traveling.

I was warned that like last time, a symptom would be weight gain, headaches, bathroom problems... but something I didn't expect was the lack of sex drive.

Leighton seemed to have caught a stomach bug from work and had been down and out this past week, so it wasn't too concerning, but I was nervous of letting her down, because I couldn't get it up.

"How are you feeling?" I asked quietly, crawling into our bed, only for her to shove me away.

"I don't want you to get it! Go away!" She shoved my chest.

"I don't care. I'm sorry you're feeling shitty. I bought you some Gatorade and your milkshake"

"Thank you"

"Mhm. I hate that I have to leave in a few days. Are you sure you don't want to go to your parents? Have some help with G?" I asked, knowing we already bickered about me canceling our trip.

"I don't want to get my mom sick" She mumbled, snuggling deeper into the comforter.

"I can always stay home"

"Stop! You and Sam haven't shut up about this trip. Go. I'll be here vomiting and get over it. I'm a big girl"

"I love you" I murmured, kissing her cheek.

"Go away!"

I brought her her headache medication and Gatorade, crawling into bed with my laptop, pulling up Netflix.

"What time is it?"

"4:23"

"God, I've been in bed all day. I hope Gemma's having fun with Gabe" 

"I'm sure she is. She seems to like Zara"

"Yeah.. god, this fucking migraine is murdering my stupid head"

I played our Netflix show quietly, pulling Leighton into my chest.

~

"You take Colby away from his fiancé and he can't put his phone down" Sam teased, zooming in on me on his phone.

I looked up, flipping him off.

"For your information, I'm texting your girlfriend" I showed my phone, Sam's eyes widening.

"What?! What does she want" he laughed and I smirked, looking back down at my phone, ignoring him since it had to do with Katrina wanting to surprise Sam.

"So, have you and Leighton decided anything about your wedding?" Nate asked and I shook my head which seemed to surprise him.

"We've been busy. I know she's looked at a few venues and wedding dresses.. but it was more like daydreaming than planning. It's kind of hard to plan an event when from when you're busy from the second you wake up to the second you go to bed"

"That's so interesting. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Leighton and I think she definitely can hold her own with you, which we all know you need" Nate teased, "I just expected her to be the type of have it all planned out"

I shrugged, scrolling through my phone.

"And what about like the best man, and the bachelor party? Are you doing one of those?" he asked. "And like, when?"

I shrugged, having not really thought about it.

"Is everything okay Colby?" Sam asked, waving his hand in front of my phone.

"What? Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"You're just.. spacey as shit. If it's about missing Leigh and G, you'll see them in a few days dude"

I just nodded, not feeling like telling them the real reason, setting my phone down to try and be present with our friends.

Whilst filming I definitely felt like I had put on a front for the camera, and it was tiring.

Towards the end of the night, I could feel myself dragging, whereas Sam was bouncing off the walls.

"Dude, are you okay?" Nate asked quietly and I nodded. "You don't look okay.."

"Just— I'm fine" I snapped quietly, his brow furrowing.

"Okay"

Sam was helping me pack up when my phone buzzed.

Leigh🐿️: Hey, Gemma and I miss you, G was wondering if we could call you and say goodnight?

I quickly hit call, putting my phone on speaker so I could continue my task.

"Hello?" Leigh picked up.

"Hi baby"

"Hey! GEMMA!" She shouted, Sam looking over at me before looking back at his back, shuffling things around.

"Coco?" I heard her ask, a smile being brought to my face.

"Hi baby" I replied, listening to her giggle, my heart fluttering at the noise.

"Coco! I miss you!"

"I miss you too lovebug"

"Come home?"

"In a few days baby"

"Oh" She muttered, my smile dropping.

"I'll see you soon Gemma, I promise. I'm working, remember?"

"Yeah.."

I asked her how her day was, listening to her babble on about what she did, Leighton reminding Gemma the reason they called.

"Oh! I say night night to Coco for good dreams!" 

"Yeah, you going to bed bug?" I asked, knowing that it was 2am in the east coast, it being 11 there.

"Mommy et me sweep in your bed!" She giggled, a shuffling noise coming through the speaker.

"Gemma's been protesting bedtime for a few hours" Leighton informed me, and I nodded, picking up my phone as I walked around the table.

"G, you need to go to sleep for Mommy"

"But I miss Coco!"

"I miss you too baby, but you need your sleep or else you'll be grumpy for Papa"

"Papa no like grumps! Papa says.. says.. smile better dan dan.... dan um.. um.." She paused, "Mommy? What papa say?" She whispered, loudly making me snicker.

"Papa says to turn your frown upside down"

"YEAH! Upside down!"

"Well you know G, Papa knows best" 

"Papa.. Papa so good... at... at.. everything!"

We talked for a little while longer, Sam and Nate telling Gemma hello which defeated our purpose of calming her down, Gemma wanting to talk their ear off.

"Alright Gemma, Coco needs to say goodbye so I can go to sleep" I told her, hoping knowing that I was going to bed would make her want to.

"But.. But.. I not done talking!" She whined.

"You never are" I teased, smiling when I heard Leighton chuckle.

"Can I talk to mommy?"

"Uh.. no! I not done!"

I laughed, "Okay, what do you have to say baby?"

"Oh! Um.. Um..! I fo-got!" 

"Alright G, Well if you remember tomorrow, you can call me, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Goodnight Gemma, sleep well bug, okay? I miss you and I love you so much" I followed my spiel.

"Night night Coco, ove you!" She said, my stomach fluttering at her little voice.

"I love you G. Go night night for mommy, okay? The quicker you sleep, the quicker I come home"

"Okay!"

"I'll talk to you later when she's asleep, and if not, I love and miss you Colby. Stay safe, okay?" Leighton spoke up, my heart dropping.

"I miss you too Leighton. Just a few more days"

"I know. We got this, I promise" 

"I love you"

"I love you more. Tell the others I said hello, Don't bring any Demons home" She teased.

"How can I bring something home that you don't believe in?" I joked, Sam eyeing me.

"Just because I don't believe in it, doesn't mean you can't and isn't that what you said an Eeyore was or whatever"

"Eeyore? The donkey thing? Do you mean an Eagore?" I laughed, Sam also laughing.

"Whatever!" She groaned, "You know what I meant, and at least I was listening to you!"

"Not enough to remember the name" I continued to tease. "You're so cute" I laughed, "I love you so much" Leighton sighing.

"Whatever ghost guy, go make money so you can buy Gemma fancy things"

"Will do babe, goodnight" I snickered, Sam and I grinning at each other.

"Goodnight" She muttered, and I could feel the eyeroll before the call ended.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, zipping up one of our bags, feeling like the weight was lifted off my chest.

"I can't believe she called it Eeyore" Sam laughed, handing me one of the camera batteries.

"I love her so much" I laughed, tossing the backpack over my shoulder.

~

"You're doing so good, bug" I encouraged, brushing hair out of her eyes as she stirred the brownie batter.

"We eat now?" She asked.

"They're for Momma's birthday" 

"But.. I has one?"

"Later"

She frowned, "Why make ownies if we no eat it now"

"Because brownies make mommy happy, and we want to make mommy happy"

"Make Gem happy too" She stated and I chuckled, nodding.

"I love to make my girls happy, but it's mommy's birthday tomorrow"

I helped her pour it into the pan and we let it cook, Gemma helping me clean the kitchen.

"Daddy comes for Momma's day?" She asked, sitting on the counter, her little feet hitting the lower cabinets.

"I don't think so, bug. I think it'll be you, me, momma and momma's family"

"No lay lay?"

"You wanna see your Lay Lay?" I asked, surprised since Gemma hasn't brought her up in a while.

"Lay Lay says.. says.. she my... est fwend!"

I gasped, "I thought I was your best friend!"

"Many fwends!" She giggled, doing her best to dry the plastic teaspoons.

When the brownies were done and cooled off, I placed her on the counter, standing next to her to make sure she was safe as I handed her the frosting, letting her try and spread it.

"Coco elp!" Gemma whined, struggling to spread the frosting.

"You're doing good Gem"

"Stuck!" She whined, pulling the kids knife out of the chunk of frosting, pulling some of the brownie cake with her. "Oh no!"

"It's okay"

"No!" She whined, turning into a cry as she held the knife. "I do bad job!"

"You didn't do a bad job Gemma, here" I grabbed an adult knife, spreading it out a bit before letting her try again, having covered up the spot she took out.

We finished the brownies and I took a photo of her showing them off.

When Leighton walked through the door, slipping her shoes off Gemma ran towards her tumbling into her.

"Happy Birthday Momma!" She yelled.

"Inside voices G" I reminded her, leaning against the side of the wall, Leighton kissing Gemma's cheek a few times.

"Thank you baby"

"We made you stuff!" She exclaimed, pulling Leighton's hand towards the kitchen, Leighton stopping real quick whilst being pulled to kiss me.

Gemma excitedly showed her the brownies, Leighton sending me a grin.

"You did this for me?" She asked and I nodded, Leighton kissing the top of Gemma's head before coming over to me, wrapping her hands around me.

"You didn't have to do that"

"I know, but I love you and it's your birthday! The big two five!" I teased, pecking her lips a few times before her forehead, squishing her in my arms.

"Stop! I'm getting old!"

"I know, join the club!" I laughed, kissing her again, my fingers tapping her ass lightly.

"Twenty six more to go tonight" I hummed in her ear, Gemma tugging at our clothes, getting our attention.

The three of us went to her parents house for dinner, Leighton telling me how nervous she was that Lexi was going to bring Brennen.

They've been avoiding us for months, to the point of ignoring our texts and calls.

I couldn't help but question my entire friendship with him.

"Hopefully she doesn't bring him" I commented, Leighton plucking a few pieces of cut up watermelon from the bowl, offering some to Nova.

"I just.. I feel like I'm letting her down. Like I've let her walk down the wrong path" She mumbled, grabbing more watermelon.

"You can't blame yourself for her choices"

"I just.. I hate that she's ignoring us. I hate that.. that.. she's becoming someone I don't recognize, she's my baby sister. Just sucks I guess"

"I mean, she's an adult.. he's an adult" I shrugged, unsure about how I myself felt about the situation.

"I know.. but she'll always be my baby sister. I just.. whatever. It's my birthday. I just want to hang out with my sexy fiancé, and beautiful daughter"

Leighton and I sat down with Gemma and Harper, cake in hand whilst Leigh talked to her mom and I couldn't help but keep my eyes locked on her.

She looked tired.

Her smile didn't reach her eyes anymore. She blinked slowly and her hands were slightly shaky.. she was starting to look unrecognizable and it made my heart hurt.

"You keep my girls happy Colby?" Gemma, Leighton's mother asked and I immediately nodded.

"I do my best"

"Good.. good. When I kick it, I'm going to need someone to look out for her" She commented, Leighton's face dropping.

"Mom" She said quietly, Leighton's mother shaking her head and pulling Leigh into a hug.

"I love you Leighton" She said and I watched Leighton blink away tears.

"I love you mom"

"I'm happy to see you happy, sunshine" she commented and Leighton nodded, her lips rolling inwards.

I took the girls outside, letting Leighton have quality time with her mom.

I sat on the grass, the toddlers chasing Nova around, Logan sitting down next to me.

"How's it going man?" He asked, nudging my shoulder. 

"It's going alright" I shrugged, listening to Harper and Gemma yell and laugh as they chased and then ran from Nova.

"Yeah? Leighton tells me you're going through some stuff. Before you murder her, I asked. You seem down" 

"I'm alright. I uh.. I started a medication that took a while to get used to, and I had to have some things changed.. So it's been interesting"

"Leighton mentioned you guys go to couples therapy off and on? Cynthia and I have done that when I came back the first time. Things were definitely rocky"

I talked with Logan for a while until I felt someone's hands in my hair, my head tilting back to see Leighton.

"My favorite boys gossiping about me?" She teased, moving to sit next to us, offering me some of the pretzels from her bowl.

Logan explained what we had talked about, Leighton nodding before asking him what he thought about Lexi not showing up.

"Honestly, I think she's just in that phase you were in. She's what.. twenty two now? Twenty one? I don't remember anymore" he chuckled, "If I remember correctly... one of my baby sisters had a kid at twenty one... so if she wants to date some loser — sorry Colby, we might just need to let her make that mistake"

"I don't want her to make the same mistakes I did though. I'm her big sister! I should've.. I just... how couldn't I know? How didn't we know?" She motioned to both her and I.

"I had the same thought about how I couldn't have known my baby sister was doing drugs. Sometimes when you're too busy with your own issues... you're oblivious to everyone else's" He said and it hit me a little too close to home.

"I'm sorry" Leighton said softly, looking over at Logan.

"I'm just glad you're okay. Shit happens, I know.. I just... when you're the eldest... sometimes you feel responsible. The way you're feeling about Lexi? That's how I felt about you"

"I'm on antidepressants" I spat out quickly, Leighton and Logan looking over at me, confused. "I just... that's why things have been rocky" I told Logan, holding baited breath as I waited for his reaction.

"I'm also on antidepressants" He said, surprising me.

"You are?"

"Yeah. PTSD shit ya know. We're all a little broken, and that's okay.. so I've learned" he shrugged, Leighton smiling at me, her hand placing over mine, squeezing the top of my hand.

"I'm proud of you for sharing that" She said quietly, getting me to look over at her, Leighton giving a small smile.

I sent her a soft nod before we switched the topic, Gemma running over to us asking for snacks.

Once Leighton went to help Gemma, Logan cleared his throat.

"How has she been doing?" he asked out of the blue.

"What do you mean?"

"With staying sober and stuff. Is she still clean?"

"I mean.. we celebrated her two years. As far as I know, she's clean"

"That's good. I just worry. I swear it's gotten worse since we've had Harper" he snickered, my eyes finding Harper who appeared to be having Landon's attention.

"I know what you mean. A lot has changed since I watched Gemma be born. I read this thing somewhere, that like.. a girl becomes a mother the second she's pregnant, and a guy becomes a father the second the baby is born. Like the bond and instincts kick in or whatever — Not to say I'm her father.. Just, things definitely changed"

"I know what you mean. You know.. you're her father just as much as Gabe is" He stated, eyeing me. "You've been there for Gemma way more than he has, and I appreciate it. I'm extremely grateful you were there for my sister and niece when I couldn't be. I also appreciate you being there for Cynthia when I couldn't be. You don't give yourself enough credit for how much you've truly done for my family. I know it hasn't been easy"

The rest of the evening his words weighed on my shoulders, so much so that Leighton fell asleep before me, snuggled into my chest as I laid there awake.

You don't give yourself enough credit. I know it hasn't been easy.

I looked over at my future wife, watching her soft breathing, thinking about when I found out she was moving in, to finding out she was pregnant, to helping her get her cravings, and doing her stretches.. all the way to Gemma being born, and Leighton going to rehab...

A lot has happened.

The longer I sat in this though, the quicker I fell down the rabbit hole of

How much has changed?

I couldn't help but think about how I was now on antidepressants.

Were we swimming, or sinking?

* * * * 

Last filler till we really start... buckle up.

I didn't say "PTSD shit" as in a bad light, I don't expect either one of them to really talk about it. I know PTSD isn't a joke, or something that is always negative. I just don't see Logan dishing out his personal mental shit, the same way Colby doesn't. 

This was supposed to be out yesterday, but uh.. shit happened and the Grammy's were on so I was preoccupied lol

Written on: January 30th, February 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 6th 2023

Published on: February 7th 2023

Word Count: 6984

Part Four

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A Game

Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?

Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!

As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.

“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.

“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.

You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke. 

“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.

Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command. 

“What can I do for you, sir?” 

“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.

“Of course, sir.”

“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.

“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”

“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”

“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.

“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”

You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.

Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.

You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.

The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview.  Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.

You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.

You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.

“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”

The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.

You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.

“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.

“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”

“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.

“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.

“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes. 

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”  

He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.

“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”

“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”

Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.

All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.

Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.

“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”

The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.

When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.

“You ready?” Sam asked.

Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.

“You’re on the clock.”

At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.

But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.

“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.

You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.

“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.

Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.

“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”

Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.

“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.

“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”

You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.

“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”

Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.

“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.

“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”

“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.

You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.

“Please dont,” you croaked.

Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.

“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.

Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?” 

He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).

“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.

Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.

Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.

“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.

You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.

Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.

Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.

Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.

You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.

Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.

“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.

“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.

“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.

“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.

You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.

“What do you boys think you’re doing?”

It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.

That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.

“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”

Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.

“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”

She began unbuttoning her pants.

“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”

[noteguk]

bad influence | jjk | m

— summary; in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, jk has a big dick and an attitude, unprotected sex (condoms are your friends), jk being kind of a douche, use of the word “slut”, cum eating, creampie, cockwarming, possessiveness, he slaps her ass like once, enemies to fuckbuddies pretty much 

— words; 4.5k

— author’s note; I got carried away because I don’t know how to control myself!!! Also bad boy Jungkook is a fucking concept and I’m exhausted. Have fun. //  BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

You didn’t even know who you were trying to convince when you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for Jungkook’s cheap charms anymore because, clearly, that wasn’t working. Every time you saw him, every dumb promise you made in front of the mirror came crumbling down, erasing your defenses along with it. 

That whole “falling for the bad boy” fiasco was really pathetic, and you knew that terribly well. You thought you had prepared yourself well enough to see through that mess of testosterone and leather jackets, of hollow smirks and messy dark hair. You knew better than to get involved with someone that didn’t take anything seriously and, worse, that mocked you for doing the opposite. 

You knew that Jeon Jungkook was nothing but trouble and, yet, you came crawling back to him every single time.  

“Fuck,” he moaned against your mouth, his eyes flickering shut at another roll of your hips. His voice was so deep, so rough, that you felt yourself clenching around nothing, a small whimper dripping from your lips as you pressed your panties against his bulge one more time. “You should wear skirts more often, you look like a sexy schoolgirl.”

You rolled your eyes, struggling to keep your balance on his lap. Straddling him on the driver seat of his car really wasn’t how you thought your night out would end, but it wasn’t all that surprising either. “I fucking hate you sometimes,” you spat.

Jungkook smirked, taking one of his large hands to the back of your head. “Only sometimes? I should try harder, then.”

You were left without a chance to respond because, within a second, he was pressing his lips against yours in a deep, sensual kiss. Jungkook always made out with you like he was about to lose you, like he was drowning and you were his last, desperate gush of air. Jungkook had been the only one who had ever kissed you like that, so messy, but yet so passionate; every curl of his tongue against yours making you melt in his embrace. You, of course, would never tell him how much you liked it, your pride would never allow you to do so.

His palm was firm and hot against your cheek, tilting your head slightly to the side so he could deepen the kiss. His other hand was tenderly placed on your hips, guiding them as you continued to grind against his clothed erection. The air inside his car was so heavy that you felt as if you couldn’t even breathe, only small whimpers echoing between your mouths at the gentle caresses of your clit against the fabric of his pants. 

But, as much as Jungkook was having fun, that grinding session was starting to annoy him a bit. He had been waiting to have you all night — going through the motions of boring bar conversations and brushing off the shameless flirting of other girls — and he wasn’t going to spend his sweet time just dry humping you like you two were horny teenagers. 

So, he took his shot as you raised your hips from his. Before you could move your body down once again, one of his hands traveled beneath the hem of your skirt, his nails pressing down on the skin of your thighs as he made his way towards your pussy. Jungkook had been daydreaming about your cunt wrapping around his cock for far too long then, and he needed to remind himself of how good that felt. 

“Fuck, babygirl, look at you… You’re soaked and I didn’t even touch you yet.” Jungkook smirked wickedly, his fingers faintly tracing its way up and down your clothed folds. You shivered at the contact, biting on your lip to avoid moaning out — he, of course, noticed that. He had quite the natural talent when it came to seeing what made you tick. “Why are you holding back, baby? Afraid that someone will hear you?” 

Your only response was a shaky breath from your nose, the words far too complicated to leave your mouth. Only Jungkook, in all of his great self, was able to make you such a mess so quickly, and you hated your body for being so reactive under his touches. It was the expectation, you noticed, the anticipation of knowing how well he fucked you, of knowing he was only taking his time before ruining you. 

Without hesitation, he pulled your panties to the side and placed two of his fingers between your pussy lips, barely brushing your entrance. Jungkook covered his digits with your wetness and moved them toward your clit, pressing them delicately on your sensitive nub. “I asked you a question, baby.” 

A bit overwhelmed, you breathed out, trying to keep yourself composed. It was almost impossible when it came to him. “Yeah, I don’t want people to know,” you admitted. 

He knew that, of course. It was a common worry amongst the two of you — especially when Jungkook had such a thing when it came to risky places to have sex in. Fucking you in his car, right outside the bar where you two had accidentally ran into each other, was far from being one of the most out-there situations he had created. 

“Hm? Know what?” He continued playing his self-indulgent game, pressing down on your clit. Your body jilted at the contact, mouth parting slightly and hands resting on his broad shoulders as he began slowly moving in circles over your sweet spot. “That pretty little ___ isn’t such a good girl, after all?” 

“J-Jungkook,” his name was a pathetic moan that died on your tongue, barely a whispered plea as he continued his advances on your clit. You had broken down so easy and so fast, you didn’t even remember you had once promised yourself that you would never come back to his bad boy shenanigans. 

But it was so, so hard to keep yourself away from him. You were only human, and Jungkook was this little demon ruining you just a bit more every time. 

“Are you worried that they’ll know that, beneath all those good grades, all those nights spent studying in your room, all that fucking charity work...” His fingers pressed harshly against your clit and your back arched, making you almost hit the steering wheel behind you. The thought of accidentally pressing down the horn made your blood run cold, and you forced yourself to lean back against his chest. “That under all that, you’re still a slut for my cock?” 

Your eyes fluttered shut, pleasure starting to climb up your spine as his voice guided you towards the past. All the times you snuck out during the night, all the times he fucked you raw after just bickering with you in front of your friends. All the times you told everyone that he was just a pile of trouble, and yet you begged for him to bury himself between your thighs until you were crying out his name. Really, it was difficult to find a bratty clapback when he was fucking you senseless, and Jungkook seemed to like that discovery just as much as you. 

And still, sometimes he didn’t like when you didn’t answer him. 

“You’re so shy all of a sudden…” he trailed off, taking one of his hands to pull up your crop top. He didn’t take it off, especially when he knew you’d freak out being topless in a public parking lot, he just needed to have better access to your bra. “You aren’t this quiet when you’re around other people, though. Always mocking me, being so mean…” 

“Don’t play the victim, you do the same to me,” you found the strength to respond, making Jungkook stop his motions on your clit right away. You sighed in frustration, your shoulders falling as you watched him lick his lips. “Why did you stop?”

“I’m waiting,” he said.

“For what?” 

“For an answer, baby.” He smirked. “You’re so mean. You always leave me hanging.” 

“That’s not true,” you said, taking your hands to his nape. There, you played with the strands of his hair, making him groan after a harsh pull. “What’s the question?” 

Jungkook hummed, taking his free hand to your bra and cupping one of your breasts — his other one was still paused, hovering over your clit like an unspoken promise. “Do people know?” He repeated, unclamping your bra with one swift motion and pushing it up along with your top. “Do they know how much of a dirty girl you are?” 

You swallowed hard and pushed your body against his fingers, trying to find some more friction. “I’m not,” you said, but could not believe your own words. “It’s just—“

The lie vanished the second that his lips found your nipple, his velvety tongue coming out to circle around it before he gave you a harsh suck. You pressed yourself closer to his mouth at the contact, and you could no longer hide the needy moan that escaped you — which seemed to satisfy Jungkook. 

“You’re not?” He spoke as he pulled away from your breast. Jungkook’s fingers slithered away from your clit and dove inside your pussy without further warning, making you cry out his name. No matter how many times you touched yourself, your fingers could never compare to his larger ones, making you stretch out so sweetly around them. “So why are you soaking my fingers like this? That’s so filthy, baby...” 

You clenched your teeth. “God, you’re so annoying.” 

“And you’re so wet,” this time, however, the mockery in his voice had faded a bit, giving space to a newfound wave of lust. As much as Jungkook loved to tease you, he was quite fast to break too — and the lewd sounds of your pussy were making him lose his mind. “Are you remembering all the times I fucked you before? All the times I pounded this tight pussy until you were crying? Begging for my cock?” 

God, you could feel as the heat started to spread down your body, guided by his words alone. When you spoke again, your voice wasn’t as firm as you expected. “J-Jungkook, that’s not…”

“Not what, baby?” He interrupted, tilting his head to the side. You hated how clothed he was, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted to ride him like that — in that stupid leather jacket of his. “You didn’t like it?”

“I- I did.” It was getting hard to think when his thick fingers were pumping in and out of you so well. “I loved it.”

Those words left your throat before you could stop yourself, and your heart almost sank when you realized you had actually praised Jungkook, local douchebag, for something. You knew that he wouldn’t let that go anytime soon. “Loved being fucked like a good slut, right?” He asked, moving his fingers faster. You moaned especially loud when he started pushing them apart, scissoring you. 

“Yes,” you gasped, utterly defeated at that point. 

“Hmmm… so let me ask you again, and I expect a direct answer this time,” Jungkook said, leaning his head against the crook of your neck. His voice was a cloud of heat against your skin, vibrating up and down your body. “Do people know that you’re a slut for my cock?”

“No,” you finally responded, fingers digging on his hair. Your pleasure was increasing so fast that you knew it was just a matter of time before you were cumming around his fingers, like you had done so many times before. “Only you know, Jungkook.” 

That seemed to really satisfy him, because it was his turn to grunt against your flesh. The sound of his voice, so hoarse and guttural, made you clench around his fingers. “You’re getting so tight, baby.” He breathed out, unable to hide the desire that coated his words. Jungkook really needed to feel that delicious pussy of yours around his cock before he went insane. “Close?”

This time, your answer didn’t take long to come out. “Yes.”

“I have another question for you,” he started, and you would've rolled your eyes at him if you weren’t so awfully close to your high. “Do you wanna come on my cock or my fingers?”

“Both, please,” you moaned out and rolled your hips against his hand, dignity long forgotten. You wondered what your friends would say if they knew you were pleading for Jungkook, of all people, to make you cum. 

“Not both, you have to pick one.” Jungkook stopped his movements for the second time that night, and you couldn’t help cursing out at the absence of motion. You clenched around his fingers, making a sly smirk spread across his features. “I’m feeling especially greedy tonight.”

“Fuck you,” you said, taking a moment to organize your thoughts. As much as you really, really needed to cum, the idea of not having Jungkook’s dick inside you was much worse than waiting just a few more minutes to have it. “Your cock.”

He smiled and, for a moment, he almost looked innocent. Almost. “I thought so,” Jungkook teased, giving you one final pump of his fingers and watching as you bit your lip at the abrupt feeling. “I know you love it.” 

You scoffed. “You have such an attitude.” 

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as he removed his fingers from your pussy, watching how they shimmered, coated by your wetness. He looked up at you and took his hand towards your mouth. “Let me see you taste it,” he told you, tapping on your bottom lip. Obedient, you opened your mouth for him, allowing for his digits to slither inside. With a whimper, you sucked him like you would his cock, curling your tongue around him in a way that left Jungkook cursing out. “So fucking hot.” 

His eyes were focused on your mouth as he pulled his fingers away from it, swallowing dry at the “pop” sound it made when it left your lips. “Now,” he almost groaned, “let me taste it.” 

Jungkook crashed his mouth on yours, making you moan against his kiss once again. His tongue hungrily danced with yours, searching for your taste as his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you down against his aching member. You never wanted something as much as you wanted to feel him inside you right then, and Jungkook also didn’t want to wait any longer. 

He smirked against your mouth when he heard the sound of his zipper opening, your hands working fast to pull his pants down. “I told you that you love my cock.”

“God,” you complained, pulling at the hem of his pants. Jungkook raised his hips from the seat so you could slide them down, bringing his underwear along with it. “Do you ever stop talking?” 

“Only when you let me eat you out.” His cock had sprung free, resting against his abdomen as your hands moved to grab it. Again, another compliment that you would never give him, but Jungkook had one of the prettiest (and biggest) dicks you had ever seen; already so enlarged and red-tipped, leaking with pre-cum. Just looking at it made you horny, and it wasn’t long before you were taking it in your hand, giving it a few pumps before brushing your thumb over his crown, spreading his wetness all over it. “Fuck, that feels good.” 

The pleasure in his voice almost blinded you for a moment, making you forget what had been your intention in the first place. However, as you felt yourself clenching around nothing, you came back to your senses. 

“I wanna feel your warm little cunt around me, baby,” Jungkook breathed out, watching as your hand continued to pump him. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling especially nice tonight,” you told him, placing your thighs closer to his center. With a grunt of expectation, Jungkook’s eyes followed as you raised your skirt with one hand and guided his cock towards your heat with the other one. “Ready to make your schoolgirl fantasy come to life?” 

He opened his lips to respond, but his voice was lost the second that you pressed his tip against your opening, coating his cock with your warmness. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, hands grabbing your ass as you sank down on him. 

“Oh, God,” you whined as you bottomed out, your walls pulsating around him as you got used to his size. No matter how many times he fucked you, you couldn’t get used to his large size and the amazing way he filled you up like no one else could. “Jungkook, you’re so big.” 

That was another comment that, unfortunately, you could not hold back. Because you hated yourself, that was why. “You can take it, baby,” he said, pressing down on your ass. “Be a good girl and take everything.” 

With his added force, you sank down until you had all of him inside you, practically sitting against his thighs by the time you were done. Taken away by the delicious feeling of his thick cock inside you, you started slowly setting a pace, moving up just so you could crash back down; the sound of skin on skin filling the still, muffled atmosphere of his car. 

“Shiiiiit, ____, you’re so tight.” He breathed out heavy, watching the way your bodies connected; the way his dick was coated by your wetness. “I can’t get used to it, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever had.” 

Now it was your time to be carried away by his compliments. It was stupid, but having Jungkook praise you (especially after he spent most of his days making fun of you) had you feeling over the moon. Before you could hold yourself back, you were already setting up a rhythm, bouncing up and down on him in a way that got him seeing stars; moaning in delight every time you rolled your hips on him. 

“Fuck, yeah, ride this cock,” Jungkook groaned, thowing his head back against the seat. His hair was a mess, falling over his eyes and gluing against his sweaty forehead; and yet he looked like sin incarnated as you fucked yourself onto him. Those saliva-coated lips, those furrowed eyebrows, and the deep, hungry gaze that he sent you way every time you sunk down on him would be the death of you. 

Jungkook breathed out as you started to pick up your pace, your hands pressing down on his shoulders as your ass bounced against his thighs. “Such a good slut,” he praised breathlessly, taking one of his hands to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes.  “Such a filthy little thing.” 

Pride forgotten, you knew what he wanted to hear. “O-only for you,” your words were a confusing mess of syllables, mind drunk on the feeling of his big cock pumping in and out of you. Only Jungkook could fill you up like that, only he could make you such a mess so quickly. 

“Oh, I know, baby.” His palm came down heavy against the globe of your ass, stinging your skin and making you cry out in an amazing mixture of pain and desire. You whimpered at the feeling that his slap left behind, your eyes dazed and unfocused as you looked down at the boy. “This pussy is all mine.” 

You called out his name as he started thrusting up, the force of his movements increasing your pleasure immensely. You loved when Jungkook started to get rough with you, when he started to use you like you were just a doll for him to seek his own high. 

He pulled on your hair, making your head tilt backwards and presenting him with a glorious view of your neck. Jungkook groaned against your flesh, his lips and tongue attacking your skin in a way that you knew would leave marks the following day — just the way he liked it. “I want to fuck you forever,” he moaned, “Wanna make this pussy so messy with my cum. Mark it as my own.”

“It’s yours, Jungkook,” you told him, lost in the buildup of your pleasure. “It’s all yours.”

He groaned, and the force of his hips snapping against yours only increased. Weak, you allowed your body to tumble against his strong chest, letting him use you the way he wanted it. 

“Such a tight and wet pussy for me,” he moaned out through clenched teeth. Jungkook looked almost animalistic then, only wanting to fuck you until his stamina ran out. “Say my name, baby.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasped. 

“Louder,” he hissed, buckling his hips higher. The feeling of his cock thrusting upwards and reaching even deeper inside you got you seeing stars, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. “I want everyone to hear it. Hear how good I make you feel, hear that this pussy is all mine.” 

Any other time, you would refuse to do something so absurd — but, at that moment, your mind was floating far away from that car, and all that you wanted was to be a good girl for him. “Jungkook!” you called his name louder, moaning out at you felt his cock throbbing inside you. 

“Again,” he rasped out, his jaw clenching. 

“Jungkook, fuck!” You almost yelled out, the world turning into nothing as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock. Moments like those were wonderful: all your problems went away, and you could only focus on the way he made you feel so deliciously full. 

“Ah, that’s it, shit,” he cursed out, member throbbing inside your pussy, “I’m gonna fucking cum.” 

You cried out at the thought, wanting nothing more than to see him cuming because of you. “C-Cum inside me, please.”

“Yeah, baby,” he said, his voice lost in pleasure. You could feel his desperation from the way his hips crashed against yours with much more force, hitting deep inside you. “Take everything.” 

His mind went blank when you clenched around his cock, wiping everything away from him but the delicious feeling of your walls sinking down on him. Jungkook looked like he was in a haze, his eyes unfocused and teeth sinking on his lip, barely watching the way he disappeared inside you. He only needed a bit more to be pushed over the edge. 

“Please, fill me up, Jungkook,” you begged. His eyes darted towards yours, watching your face. He could see that you had tears pooling at the corner of your eyes, a faint heat in your cheeks. God, he had completely ruined you. “Please, I need your cum.” 

And that was it. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, a deep groan leaving his throat as he spilled himself inside you, hearing the lewd sounds of your wetness as he continued to thrust up against your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, head falling against the seat once more. Jungkook’s eyes closed as he felt the last drops of his cum being milked by you, his mind a jumble of broken words and disconnected ideas. “Oh, fuck, baby, fuck. Take it, baby, fuck...” 

Of course you did as he asked, and you took every drop of his cum until it was starting to spill out of you. You couldn’t even look down, but you were sure that you were a complete mess between your legs. “J-Jungkook, I’m so close,” you cried out, drunk on the feeling of his thrusts. 

“God, that’s it.” He pressed down on your hips, overwhelmed with the feeling of your walls clenching around his sensitive member. Jungkook loved it, though, loved seeing you cum around his cock like it was all that you ever wanted to do; loved watching your face as you looked at him with so much desperation that he almost grunted out. You really were a precious thing. “Make a mess on my fat cock, come on, baby. Let me see you cum for me.” 

His request was like magic to you, and you came right after, calling his name amidst breathy moans and high-pitched whimpers. Jungkook kept whispering in your ear as you rode your high, praising how good you were for him, how good you felt around him, until you crashed down against his chest, absolutely spent. 

Still, you had experienced enough sexual adventures with Jungkook to know that he still wanted two more things before he called it a night. He had his particular tastes. 

“Let me see it.” Jungkook told you about a minute later, and you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. With your thighs still trembling a little, you leaned back against the steering wheel and pushed your body upwards, letting his dick slip out of you. Jungkook hummed in delight as you pulled up your skirt and he watched his cum dripping down your thighs, painting your folds in a delicate shade of white. He always loved to admire his work. “So fucking pretty… and all mine.”

You had to bite down your lip not to whimper at the touch of his fingertips against your pussy, catching a bit of his cum on them. He took it to his mouth, humming around his digits as he tasted himself. “You always make such a mess,” you complained. 

“Shut up, I always clean it.” Jungkook sighed, looking at you almost tenderly. “You know what I’m gonna ask.”

Yes, you did. 

You sighed. “Fine.”

Jungkook hummed happily as you propped yourself over his cock once again, now half-hard, and placed it back inside you, sinking down until you were sitting on his lap. “Good girl.” He sighed in bliss, his hand caressing your hair as you rested your head against his broad chest. You didn’t understand why Jungkook loved staying inside you after sex, but you couldn’t deny that you weren’t bothered by it. You just liked to pretend as if you were. “Feels so nice.” 

You pressed yourself against his chest. “I hate you.” 

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your lower back. “No, you don’t.” 

And you hated that he was right.

~ 

BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

[writing-wh0re]

Billy Hargrove smut where he rough fucks reader in his car 🤤🤤

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests  Likes are great but feedback is golden - Open to all feedback, I know there is room for improvement. 

Hope this fic is what you wanted Anon! Keep the requests coming xx

*FIRST SMUT FIC!!* 

Y/N (YOUR NAME) Y/S/N (Your Siblings Name)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Word Count: 2,111k 

Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Daddy Kink (whoops), Slight Praise Kink, Fingering, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female receiving), Angst(?), Arguments. 

Summary: After forgetting your three year anniversary, Billy attempts to make it up to you.

I was walking down the street, hearing the music pumping through the wind as I spotted it. 

Billy’s blue 1979 Camaro sitting in Carol Perkins driveway. I made my way up to the car, feeling the hood still warm, meaning Billy couldn’t have been here for that long. 

“Fucking prick.” I mumble as I start my shuffle and weave through fellow classmates to find Billy. 

“Y/N, Billy didn’t mention you’d be coming? If I had known I would have sent you a dress code sheet.” Carol Perkins states holding her red solo cup against her shoulder. I look down on my outfit quickly, black converse, leather skirt and dark green lace bodysuit. I raise an eyebrow as I look at  Carol’s outfit, sucking my teeth as I roll my eyes. 

Carol drives me insane, she hasn’t liked me from the minute Billy and I started dating and to be honest, the feeling is mutual. Between her bitchy comments and her backhanded compliments, I couldn’t care less about her. 

“Dress code sheets would have been handy because under dressing as a hostess is embarrassing.” I watch as Carol scoffs, looking at Nicole beside her who has a disgust written all over her facial expression. 

“Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink.”

I follow the chanting to the back patio, leaving Carol and Nicole to mumble between themselves. I spot Billy doing his famous keg stand, surrounded by almost all the boys from the football team cheering him on. I watch as Billy completes his keg stand, his shirt open, beer coating his chest causing it to glisten in the light. I lick my lips at the sight, feeling wetness starting to pool between my legs, I shake the thoughts from my head. 

‘Remember why you’re mad at him.’ I remind myself, disliking that my body has such a reaction to him.

I watch as a girl walks up to him, placing her hand on his chest as she whispers in his ear, causing him to bite his lip and chuckle. I lean against the support beam as I watch the scene unfold, Billy turning the girl down as she rolls her eyes and attempts a new technique, only to receive the same result. The girl struts away annoyed as I walk over to Billy, watching as he tenses slightly, knowing he’s fucked up. 

“Hi princess, what ar-” 

“Fuck you Billy Hargrove.” Billy, grabs my forearm and pulls me into him, our chests bumping into each other as he narrows his eyes at me, smirking devilishly. 

“Want to say that again princess?” 

I pull myself out of his grip as I shove him backwards, causing him to chuckle as he looks over to Tommy. 

“I think she’s mad at me, don’t you think Hagan?” Billy chuckles as I whip around to Tommy, holding my index finger up. 

“If you know what’s good for you Hagan, you’ll walk away.” I threaten as Tommy shakes his head at us, putting his hands up in defense and walking back to the house. 

“Honestly Billy, I had to find out you were here from Y/S/N and Max!” 

“That’s the last time I tell Max anything.” Billy says walking towards me as I huff. 

“Not the point, do you remember what today is? Does today have any importance to you?” 

I watch as Billy puts his head down sighing shuffling around in his pocket as he pulls out a cigarette lighting it and taking a draw before answering me. 

“Did you fail a huge test today? Is it a birthday?” Billy questions as I scoff. 

“God, you’re such a prick you know that.” I turn to walk away from Billy feeling sadness fill my chest as I see a small crowd watching our interaction. 

“So what, you’re just not going to tell me why you’re mad at me? I have to play some sort of guessing game? Why did you even come here Y/N, you hate parties.” 

“I think you’re just being a dick on purpose now, have a reputation to keep up?” I question gesturing to the small crowd. “It’s our fucking three year anniversary dickwad!” I yell watching as realisation hits Billy. “And also, I don’t hate parties, I hate parties at Carol’s or parties I'm not invited to, which makes me, us, look fucking ridicolous.” 

I hear a few oo’s and oh’s from the small crowd as Billy forms two fists, anger boiling inside him. 

“Enjoying the show? Get the fuck out of here!” Billy yells to the crowd as they quickly disperse. “Princess, Tommy invited me tonight and I forgot.” 

“That’s exactly what I want to hear, you forgot.” I cross my arms over my chest watching as Billy’s eyes trail over my chest, his eyes lingering as they track down my body, Billy closing the distance between us as he runs his fingers up and down my arm. 

“Did you wear this, all for me?” Billy asks seductively as goosebumps prick my skin, a soft sigh falling from my lips. Billy moves closer, his lips ghosting mine as I feel my eyes flutter closed. 

‘No.’ I think to myself as I pull back. 

“Enjoy your party Billy.” I hear Billy groan in annoyance as I turn to walk away, feeling him grab my hand and rush ahead of me, pulling me behind him. 

“Billy.” 

“What are you doing?” 

All my protests fall on deaf ears as Billy and I shuffle through the bodies and make it outside. 

“Get in.” I raise an eyebrow and notice Billy unlock his car as I scoff. 

“I’ll walk home.” 

“It wasn’t a fucking question Y/N, get in the car and stop being a brat.” I huff as I walk to the passenger side and slip into the leather seat, Billy falling into the drivers as he starts the car and reverses out. 

“You better be taking me home.” 

I hear him chuckle as he takes the corners fast, his car engine roaring through the streets as he continues to drive, my mind not knowing the surroundings due to the blanket of darkness. After roughly five minutes, he parks the car on the side of the deserted back road, between a small clearing of trees. Billy gets out of the car as I look around at our surroundings, nothing but trees, silence and darkness. He opens my door as I look up at him confused. 

“Get in the back.” 

I smirk, licking my lips as I sit forward in my seat slightly, giving Billy the perfect view of my cleavage. “You expect us to have sex here?” I question as Billy huffs, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up to his chest. 

“I have to make it up to you babygirl, now get in the backseat.” 

I open the door and crawl into the backseat, sitting and facing the open door as Billy grabs ahold of my ankles from my outstretched legs, swiftly pulling me closer to him. I feel my breath quicken as he takes off his button up shirt, exposing his toned torso as I bite my lip. I keep my eyes on him as he wiggles my skirt to just above my hips, chuckling to himself as I feel heat cover my cheeks. 

“And I wonder who made you drip like this baby girl.” Billy says as his index finger traces over the dark green lace of the body suit as a small whimper falls from my lips. 

“I asked you a question.” 

“You did daddy.” I whisper as he smirks, kissing my inner thighs, ghosting over my heat as I sigh. 

“Good girl.” 

I feel Billy pull the lace bodysuit to the side as his finger traces small circles around my clit, causing soft moans to fill the air. 

“You can be as loud as you want princess, no one is around to hear us.” 

Billy slides a finger into my tight, dripping pussy as I cup my boobs toying with my nipples. He picks up the pace slightly, adding another finger and curling it upwards as I arch my back. 

“Fuck.” 

I hear Billy moan as his tongue slides over my throbbing clit, my back arching off the leather as I moan in pleasure, my fingers running through his hair as he continues to flick his tongue on my sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Jesus Daddy.” I moan as we lock eyes with each other, causing Billy to moan sending vibrations all over my clit, his fingers picking up their pace. I feel Billy wrap his lips around my swollen clit, sucking softly as I feel the coil inside me tighten as I get closer and closer to my release. 

“Just like that, oh fuck, I’m going to cum.” I warn as Billy stops abruptly, smirking at me as I groan in annoyance at the loss of pleasure. 

“You only get to cum on my dick baby girl.” 

I run my hand down my body to play with my clit, wanting to get back to feeling some sort of pleasure as Billy slaps my hand away. I watch as he swiftly takes off his belt, undoing his jeans and sliding them down only slightly, allowing his dick to spring free, slapping against his stomach as I lick my lips. 

“Move back.” Billy instructs as I shuffle backwards eagerily, allowing for him to get into the car. 

Billy kneels on the leather seat, pulling me closer by my hips as he lines himself up against my pussy, sliding right into place as moans fill the air of the car. 

“Fucking made for me.” Billy praises as he starts to move his hips, not giving me much time to adjust to his size. 

“God, you’re so fucking big.” I moan as Billy raises my legs up to rest against his chest, feet either side of his face, the new angle allowing for him to go deeper. 

Billy picks up his pace, throwing his head back in pleasure as I arch my back. 

“Fuck Y/N.” 

“Daddy.” 

Billy lets go of my legs as he slides out, grabbing my hips as I raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Ass up.” Billy commands as I oblige, turning over, face against the leather, ass in the air as Billy slaps the supple skin. “God, you’re hot.” He praises as I moan softly, feeling him run the tip of his dick around in circles on my clit before sliding deep into my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so tight baby.” 

I moan into the leather as Billy starts to rock his hips into mine, faster and deeper in the new position. 

“Just like that.” I say as Billy grabs a fistfull of my hair, pulling me up slightly as he rubs circles on my clit causing me to cry out in pleasure.

“Are you going to cum for me princess? Cover my dick in cum?” 

I feel the coil tighten again, my eyes squeezing shut as I finally feel it snap, my body flooding with tingles as I cum all over Billy’s dick, my legs trembling as moans and profanities fall from my lips. I feel Billy’s thrusts grow sloppy as he reaches his high, cumming inside of me. 

Billy trails kisses from the top of my ass to my shoulder. 

“Happy Anniversary Princess.” Billy whispers, kissing my neck as he shuffles out of the car to adjust his clothing. 

I shuffle around in the car, wiggling my skirt back down and fixing my body suit as I step out of the car into the slight breeze of summer air. 

“I am still mad at you a little.” I mumble as Billy tuts, shaking his head. 

“Of course you are.” 

“But, that did make up for a little part of it.” I wink as Billy smirks, cupping my face and kissing me. My heart fills with love at the soft affectionate side of Billy.

“I love you Y/N.” 

“I love you too.” 

“I better get you home before your dad loses his shit at me.” Billy chuckles as I nod. 

“Sneak up through the window and spend the night?” I ask as I get into the passenger seat, Billy having made his way to the drivers side. I watch as Billy tosses up the idea as I smirk, placing my hand on his knee. 

“I haven’t been able to give you anything for our anniversary yet.” I whisper as my hand moves up his thigh, brushing against his dick as his breathing grows heavy. 

“You have me wrapped around your finger princess and you know it.” Billy smirks as he starts the car and begins the drive to my home. 

It’s going to be a sleepless night. 

[lilithbasically]

Surprise

*Minors DNI*

DILF Kiri's birthday with his pretty little nanny

I'm late but this was for Kiri's birthday bc he's daddy as fuck😩

Warnings: bit of dacryphilia, pet names, degradation and praise, light choking, cum eating, mention of masturbation (m)

-DILF Kirishima who had spent the last few weeks being pestered and taunted by the rest of the BakuSquad

-"Shitty hair, if you don't make your move, I will."

-"Kirishima, how have you not fucked her senseless yet?"

-Kirishima hadn't yet made good on his promise to ruin you. He was just so goddamn busy.

-But you can be sure the first thing his mind drifted to at night was your little hands trying to wrap around his thick cock. Your lips struggling to fit him into your mouth.

-DILF Kiri who had a hard day at work and just wanted to come home to relax

-His pretty little nanny had already taken care of everything before he got there because you were just perfect like that

-"Hi, Mr. Kirishima. Your dinner is on the table, babies are at their mom's for their scheduled visit, and laundry is in the dryer. I'll be sure to fold it first thing tomorrow when I get here," you say with a sweet smile.

__________

Kirishima took you in for the umpteenth time this week, his eyes raking over you, "Whatcha got planned for tonight, Y/N?"

"Oh, nothing, Sir. I just didn't want to get in the way of any plans you may have." That signature sickeningly saccharine smile lighting up your features. God, he'd love to see his dick in your mouth.

"Plans? What makes you think I have any plans, sweetheart? And I thought I told you to call me Eijirou?"

"Right, I'm sorry, Si-Eijirou. I just figured you had plans since today is your birthday," you shrug.

"Mmhhmmm...I'm honored that you remembered," Kiri's heart clenched in his chest.

"How could I not, Eijirou? Red Riot has always been my favorite hero."

Hearing his hero name fall off your tongue made his cock twitch in his pants and he decided tonight would be the night he'd keep his promise.

"Would you like to join me for my birthday celebration then, Y/N?" Kiri asked, his eyes not once leaving your figure.

"I'd love to, Eijirou. But, you should probably open your gift first. It's waiting for you in your bedroom." Avoiding his eyes, you watch him walk to his bedroom and disappear around the corner.

Kirishima searches his room for any hint of a gift but finds nothing.

"Hey, Y/-," he starts then stutters, seeing you in a bright red, strappy set, standing in his doorway. "Oh holy fuck, Y/N," Kiri breathes.

"You feel like keeping your word then, Red Riot?"

__________

"Fuck...say it again, baby...let me hear it, c'mon," Kirishima panted. Thrusting his dick into you, you were losing yourself in the delicious burn the stretch his massive member provided. He slipped a hand down to toy with your clit as you moaned.

"Fuck, Red Riot, break me...please, daddy, oh god"

Flipping you over, positioning you to all fours, he slammed his dick into you so hard you jolted forward with a yelp. Grabbing the headboard with one hand, he wrapped his other around your throat using his grip as leverage to pull you to meet his thrusts and sink himself into you harder, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.

"Goddamn, Little One you feel better than I imagined you would...Been wantin to fuck your perfect little cunt since I first saw you...fucked my fist to the thought of you creaming on my cock..."

His admission made you fly over the edge, covering him in your release, your walls pulsing around him.

"Fuck...good girl, just like that. Ahhhh fuck, babygirl," he groaned, releasing your throat to move his hand down to rub tight circles over your clit, "Gimme another, Y/N...gimme one more then I'll fill you up"

"hnnnn...Kiri, I can't s'too much, daddy," you sobbed, tears falling down your cheeks.

"Aww, poor baby...," he said, false sympathy staining his voice. He leaned forward to lick one of the tear tracks before biting down on your neck. Moving his lips next to your ear, "You wanna be a good little slut for daddy on his birthday right? Wanna give me the best present, yeah? Then fucking cum, goddamnit...take this cock and fucking cum. You said you wanted to be broken so fucking break for me, whore"

"Oh, god...fuck...daddy" you wailed as your body shook with your release, clear liquid gushing from your cunt, soaking the sheets, his cock, and his legs.

"Good girl, good fuckin girl...fuck that was so hot...m'gonna cum, baby. Shit..."

Feeling him twitch inside you as he sped up his thrusts, you knew just the thing to tip him over, "Please fill me with your cum Red Riot, fuck me full, daddy"

"FUCK" Kirishima yelled, flooding your pussy. He watched as it gushed out around his cock, dripping down your thighs. Hissing as he pulled out, Kirishima scooped up the excess with two fingers, lightly pulling you to sit in his lap. "You know how much I hate being wasteful, pretty girl," he said, pushing his fingers between your lips, letting you suck his cum from them before pulling them away with a soft 'pop'.

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you down against his chest to lay down. You giggled a little, planting a soft kiss against his pec, and whispered a sweet, "Happy Birthday, Eiji."

Laying a kiss to the top of your head, he smiled, "Best fuckin present by far, babygirl."

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@fatbitchgeek-blog @sunflowers-rae @whatever-the-fuck-i-dont-care @totally-not-bakus-hoe @zerisfelin @auphelia @katsukisdynamite

[en-hale-archives]

It's jays birthday 🎊🎊

Can you make a fic over this for jays birthday?

I always imagine jay with bondage , tit fucking, breeding, daddy, praise kinks

Like imagine him coming home after a long day wanting nothing but to be with you only to reach home and met with the sight of you sitting and eyeing him seductively with your legs apart in a lingerie. His dick gets hard after seeing you like that. You slowly come up to him and whisper in his ears "happy birthday daddy" and butterflies are flying crazily in his stomach. "Fuckk I want you as my birthday present" he says."anything you want daddy" you say and make him sit on the bed and give him a lap dance - the thing he loves so much.You grinding on him. He can feel your wet pussy come in contact with his hard dick. He moans and throws his head back.His dick twiches inside his pants when your fingers come in contact with it. He couldn't control anymore. He grabs your waist and kisses you. Then flips you over so you are beneath him. The sight can make him cum alone. You sprawled across the bed beneath him all ready to be fucked by him. "Can I have my babygirl? Will my babygirl give her daddy his birthday present , hmm?" He asks while kissing you neck."f-fuck yess daddy" you moan out.He ties your hands with his belt while pinning you down on the bed. He takes out your lingerie like a present and starts massaging you tits. His mouth goes to wrap around your nipples and his other hand goes to the other one . "Ahhh mhhh so good daddy" you again moan. "You like that huh? You like getting daddy hard and letting him fuck you hard?" He asks while his hand goes to your clothed pussy which is dripping wet. "Yess shit- rail me up daddy" .He slides your panties off and starts fingering you by adding his 2 digits to which you whimper. "Ahh more" .He thinks about how his life has been with you - the best . He wants to start a family with you. He remembers teh talk you guys had a week ago. Taht you are willing to start a family with him - he was so happy that time. Now that he thinks about it again - he thinks it's time that you have his babies. "Can I cum in you babygirl?will you let me breed you? Are you willing to have my kids?" He asks"f-fuck yes , I want to have yours kids. Please cum in me daddy"That's all what he needed to hear before he cums in you."I'm not over yet but thanks for the present baby" he says and kisses you.

I think you wrote the fic yourself anon 😳

(Also, his birthday already passed, oops..)

[xoxo-teddybear]

In The Classroom?! - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionism, Cursing

Summary: Bakugou can’t keep it in his pants. His precious Y/N just looked too damn good today so he had to get some RIGHT NOW. Doesn’t matter if they’re in the classroom. He needs his sweet little princess immediately.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: just a lil quickie to feed y’all. The ending was lowkey rushed :( but I hope you enjoy! Also not spell-checked, sorry!

Heavy huffs were being released as the sound of skin smacking filled the room. Katsuki’s desk couldnt stop making noise as it grinded against the classroom floor. The ash blonde himself had you bent over his desk as he rammed into you from behind. Your skirt flipped up, panties pushed to the side, and bundles of your hair being held by Katsuki as he took you from behind.

Bakugou kept up a menacing pace as he threw his head back and got lost in the feeling of your velvet walls wrapped around his shaft. His other hand had a firm grip on your curvy hips as he gripped your side so tight it was sure to leave bruises.

“Hah...Mm, Katsuki! S-Slow down!” Y/N breathed out. Her words barely comprehensible as Katsuki’s thrust had her a moaning mess.

“Shit....not a chance Princess...fuck! Not when you’re squeezing me just like that...” he moaned in your ear as he kept with his speed. The only thing that changed was the strength of his thrusts as he went harder, the sound of his balls smacking against you with every move filled the room.

“Oh my god! Yess Katsuki!...fuck baby..” Y/N cried out. Bakugou’s hold on her hair left as he went to tilt her head towards him, grab her throat and tongue her down. This kiss was sensational as his tongue explored every crevasse.

“Like that? Like the way my fat cock destroys your pretty little pussy? Yeah?” Bakugou seethed out through his smirk.

“Mm...yesss...love it,” Bakugou bit his lip at your words and pinned your upper body completely down on his desk as his hand changed to keep a firm hold on the back of your neck and his hand squeezed tighter around your waist. His speed increased as his thrust went deeper and harder. Due to the sounds of both your endless moans and constant smacking, you couldn’t even hear the door open, but you did hear the voice that belonged to the one opening it.

“Hey Baku- OH MY GOD!” Poor Kaminari was the one to walk in on the scene of Bakugou completely indulging himself in his girlfriend. “Wha- why- ...huh!?...oh wow...”

“Mm....The fuck are you looking at Dunce Face?!” Bakugou said as his thrusts never stopped. Y/N’s teary eyes and blush adorned face was pressed against the desk as she looked at Denki and continued to moan. Bakugou had a sharp glare on the poor boy as his red eyes dared him to stay, however the blush on his face and open mouth weakened his scary affect.

“I- ...I was just- I was looking for you...I Umm,” Denki got distracted by the look of Y/N. Yes you were Bakugou’s girl, but nobody could resist the beauty that you hold. And now here you were, completely fucked out with a face that resembles a porn star right infront of Denki. He couldn’t help but lick his surprisingly now dried lips.

“Heh..She’s a pretty little slut, right?” Y/N moaned at her boyfriend’s degrading words as Denki nervously answered in agreement. “Yeah, well she’s still MY pretty little slut so eyes off!”

“Right! Right of course!” Denki said as he quickly turned, however the blush on his face and the boner in his pants couldn’t be hidden as the sounds of sex invaded his ears. “But- but you’re in a classroom..I didn’t think this..would be..you know..the best place for sex..”

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.” Bakugou said adding a sharp thrust to every word.

“Fuck Katsuki...” Y/N moaned out. Denki groaned at the sound and released a stumbled sentence until Bakugou cut him off.

“Get the fuck out so I can get my girl to cum..I want my pretty little princess squirting on my cock,” Bakugou was just messing with Kaminari at this point but he still held some seriousness to his claimed desire.

“Right!” Kaminari said as he shut the door and dashed out. Bakugou kept his steady thrust as he scoffed at the idiot and focused back on his babygirl.

“Aww..I’m sorry babe. Daddy got a little distracted but I promise I’ll let you finish,” he said as he kissed your temple and went faster. “I want you to cum so hard on my dick....c’mon baby...squirt.”

And just like that, his hand went around to your front and attacked your pearl. He ferociously rubbed at it as you screamed and arched your back, allowing Bakugou to hit a deep angle that brought both of you to a climax. Your legs shook as you squirted and your release covered the floor. The both of you cried out in euphoria as Bakugou slowly thrusted his cum deeper inside. He stilled inside you as you both caught your breath and when he pulled out he smiled at the dripping cum that leaked out of you.

“Heh...” was all that was said before he pulled your panties back up, tucked himself away, and pulled you in for a hug and quick peck on the lips. “So...lunch?”

“You gonna fucking carry me Katsuki?” You said with angry eyes as you tugged his collar down so he was face to face with you and at your level. “Cuz I strictly remember me saying ‘we have to go, no time for this,’ and I also strictly remember you saying ‘just a quick round babe,’”

He only smirked as he kept close to your face.

“A quick round doesnt last for 2 class periods and leaves your girlfriend with shaky legs Katsuki!” You screamed. Bakugou only laughed a little as he picked you up princess style and began to carry you to lunch.

“Shut up dumbass. You know you’ll want me to do you dirty like that again,” he said with cocky grin as he continued to walk. You pouted in his arms as you rested your head against him.

“I know.”

[teasty]

irresistible || h.hj (m)

a/n: yess fuck boy hyunjin ftw ngl,,,,i’m so in love with that idea,, especially with his long hair (i actually got into skz cuz of hyunjin’s hair lol i love longish hair on men)

● pairing: hwang hyunjin x (fem) reader

● genre: angsty n smutty (mdi!) | crack lol | enemies to lovers!au | college!au | nonidol!au

● warnings: hyunjin and reader hate each other at first :( | fighting | profanity | name calling | suggestive dialogue | fuckboy!hyunjin | snarky/goodgirl!reader | unprotected sex | hair pulling | cunnilingus | degradation + hints of praise | hyunjin is just an insecure baby underneath a tough guy exterior ;-; | virgin!reader | hyunjin keeps switching between fuck boy and sad boy |

● requested? yes!

● words: 9k

● summary: You despise Hwang Hyunjin with a passion. And he just hates you right back. You’re a good, moral student while he fucks around with everybody. He likes to pull at heartstrings while you like to pull at his palm tree hairdo. There’s nothing that makes you like the other, but when you wind up at the old art room with him and things get heated up, you see a softer, truer and more broken side to him.

Is falling in love with someone you've hated for years in the span of one night even possible? Apparently so...

i miss him so much don't @ me

“You’re too irresistible not to fuck until you're screaming my name and begging for more.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin, or I’ll tear your stupid hair out of your head,” you threaten darkly. The ever so proud Hyunjin only scoffs, laughing mockingly at you as he shoves his hands into his pockets. He crouched down to be at eye level with you. Despite you being much smaller than him, you still stood your group, even tripped over on the floor, your once organized papers sprawled out on the floor.

“I’d like to see you try, princess,” Hyunjin’s brow raises, and your lips downturn into even more of a frown. You would never, ever dare to start a physical fight with Hyunjin, but boy you can talk. Sometimes, your mouth might even be a little bit too big for your own liking. The words just flow out so naturally, and you don’t even realize it to actually stop it from flowing off of your tongue.

It was your dumb mouth that started this whole mess, anyways. Back in the last few years of high school, your best friend (who, in the end, turned out to be the fakest bitch you’ve ever met) had gotten with a boy. A boy you had no clue even went to the school. And, that’s when you met Hwang Hyunjin at lunch that day. In all his short - haired glory. At first, he seemed pretty decent, but you knew something was off about him from the start. Sure, he had a bright smile that could make any girl with a brain filled with boys faint, but he just didn’t sit too right with you. The way he acted around your friend (at the time) and the way he’d talk to her and other girls.

At first, you didn’t think he was a fuckboy, but it was when he tried to get in your pants after you called him a fuckboy after school one day when it hit you. That was the first and only day you really punched him in the face. Giving him a black and blue bruise on his cheekbone from the impact when he tried to take your clothes off, not caring whether or not you said it was alright or not. Of course, he got mad at you, but didn’t lay a hand on you, like you thought he would. You remember bracing your body for some sort of punch, kick or push, but nothing came other than Hyunjin’s loud voice screaming curses at you and calling you all - too vulgar and hurtful names.

You would have apologized if you weren’t so upset with the fact that he tried to be your first fuck. Your virginity isn’t the most precious thing to you, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t allow yourself to lose it to Hwang Hyunjin. Especially not after that day he actually tried to fuck you behind the school. You went running to your friend afterwards. Who, to your surprise, got mad at you for trying to make her boyfriend cheat on her with you. You couldn’t believe her, and you dropped her right there.

It was actually Hyunjin who broke up with her, having her come running to you with tears in her eyes about how upset she is that Hyunjin broke up with her. Of course, you didn’t react and only ignored her for… the rest of her life so far. She eventually gave up on trying to be friends with you, and went her own direction. However, Hyunjin didn’t leave you alone.

You can swear that he’s vowed to make your life living hell after you rejected him with your fist. At first, it was just teasing. Calling you names. Making fun of stupid mistakes. Sometimes even flirting with you just to make you mad. And no matter how many times you seemed to reject, verbally or physically, he never gave. Maybe he doesn’t try to get in your pants anymore, but he won’t stop calling you stupid nicknames when he’s being a dick to you… like “princess, baby, babygirl, darling, honey, sweetheart.” Stupid, meaningless nicknames to call you just to pull at both your heartstrings and your thin line of patience.

You weren’t so friendly to call him bittersweet names like that. You decided to go with a more aggressive route of, “dickhead, motherfucker, bitch, asshole, asshat, shithead” and other conjugations of any curse word you could think of. Of course, none of it fazed him one bit. In fact, it all seemed to amuse him. Like your anger was his entertainment, and that idea pissed you off.

You’ve had friends tell you to “Just not give him the attention since that’s what he wants!” But, that was the most difficult thing to do when Hyunjin was always following behind you, yet always a step ahead. Everywhere you end up, he’s somehow ironically there, too. Everywhere you plan to go, he’s somehow, ironically, planning to go there, too. Sometimes you debate if he’s stalking, but you don’t have much social media (nor do you post anything if you did) and you made sure to always keep away from the name Hyunjin just in case it’s the Hyunjin.

But, now, you’re sitting on your ass like an idiot, papers flown around you as Hyunjin crouches down in front of you. Almost as if peering down at his prey. His judgemental eyes scan your trembling figure, shaking from the pent up anger, up and down as he smirks like the little devil he is.

You’d been running back to your classroom, having to collect papers for your professor from the teacher’s lounge. She specifically asked for them to be organized by date, and you spent a few well - focused and frustrating minutes organizing the papers. Of course, as you were running through the supposedly empty hall, looking down at your phone to check the time to make sure you’ll have enough time before the end of the class period, you slammed face first into Hyunjin’s chest. Knocking him off of his balance, but catching himself on the wall, and sending you flying back and the papers to fly out of your arms, all your hard work scattered around you as you glare up at him with a deadly look in your eyes.

“Oh…” Hyunjin smiles down at you, leaning against the wall. His brows creasing up in a fake worry, his bottom lip jutting out in a mocking pout, staining his handsome face with the pathetic expression, “Poor baby… Do you need help picking up your papers?” He asks in a high pitched voice, and you try to hold back the urge to kick him right in the balls.

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin,” you growl out darkly, and Hyunjin’s eyes widen and his fake, bitter smile widens in a pathetic imitation of shock and hurt, “Or I’ll tear your stupid hair out of your head.” You shamelessly threaten, both of you knowing you’re probably not going to even try to rip Hyunjin’s gorgeous hair for his scalp.

Hyunjin gets up off of the wall and walks over to you, you sitting on your ass with a glare that could spew daggers, and he crouches in front of you. His elbows on his knees, and he peers down at you like a predator stalking over its prey, ready to pounce at any second. He scans you, his half lidded, judgemental eyes peering over your body, heavily hidden by your black leggings and dark blue hoodie that was two sizes too big.

“I’d like to see you try, princess,” Hyunjin cocks a brow at you, his eyes finally landing on your dark ones.

“Don’t call me that, dickhead,” you spit right back, but he only chuckles darkly, his head falling briefly before he lifts his head up again. Shaking it slightly as he critically smiles at you, his mocking laugh making you feel small and weak.

“That’s a no - can - do. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, alright? Princess?” Hyunjin’s face dips down, nearing yours. You do the first thing you think of, grabbing a handful of papers, wrinkling them and throwing them with full force at Hyunjin’s face. He flinches back and stands up, swatting away the papers quickly. “Fucking hell! You scared me for a second there.”

“Good, now piss off. I have places to be. And shouldn’t you be in class?” You grumble as you collect the papers, trying your best to get them as organized as possible in your arms, making sure to keep a tight grip on them in case Hyunjin tried to do anything.

“Aw, do you suddenly care for me?” He places a hand over his chest, sighing dramatically, “I’m touched.”

“In your dreams, dipshit. Leave me alone,” you snap out, already getting a headache from this as you walk around on your knees to try and collect the papers, cursing to yourself when you find a wrinkled one, trying to smooth it out. Hyunjin watches you with a stoic expression, leaning against the wall. You don’t even bother saying another thing to him before you gather up the last of the papers and dash away, trying to organize the papers best you could before you reach your class.

Thankfully, Hyunjin didn’t follow you like he usually did. You let out a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding as you neared the classroom, your hands moving quickly to organise the papers. You open the door, somewhat out of breath as you hand them to the professor. Letting her know that you dropped them on your way here and they got a bit disorganized, but you tried your best to organize them again. She dismissed you and thanked you, sending you back to your seat to pack up (since it’s the end of the class, which is why you were hurrying).

Thankfully, your last class period is a study hall, so you take this time to run down to the library to work on assignments that are due soon. You prefer the library since it’s a calm and quiet place, and you know the librarian quite well, since you’re usually there during study hall. If you’re not there, you’re somewhere with a friend, and that’s usually not in the comfort of the library since you get pretty loud and unfiltered when you’re with friends. So, in the end, you’ll get booted out by the librarian.

When you get there, there’s already quite a few students sitting around, listening to music and typing vigorously on their laptops. You bow briefly to the librarian, who gives you a warm smile before you take a seat at a table in the corner of the library, far from the others. You take out your laptop and phone, plugging your earbuds into the earphone jack in your phone to play music into your ears.

You spend a good fifteen minutes writing an essay for your English Literature class. Focused in on the task at hand while soft lofi flows into your ears, letting your mind relax, but focus on what you’re doing.

So, it’s totally normal that you let out a short scream when your earbuds are painfully ripped out of your ears, your hands flying up to cup your ears. People glare at you, but turn back when they see who’s looming over your desk. Your earbuds and phone in his hand, and you could faintly hear the sound of the lofi that once calmed your mind. He stood there with a proud smile, and he raised a finger to his lips.

“Shh… quiet in the library,” Hyunjin says just above a whisper, and your lip twitches from holding back from strangling him in front of everyone. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? He’s always made a note to let you know how annoying you can be or how much he hates you, so why doesn’t he just leave you alone? He knows how much he upsets you, but it seems to make him happy. He already wears a stupid smile all the time. You’ve seen him upset before, plenty of times. But when he’s teasing you or doing things to make you miserable, he wears that same devilish smirk.

“I… Fuck you, Hwang Hyunjin. Give me my phone back.” You stand up, reaching for the phone, but his hand yanks back away from you. Giving you a sarcastic smile as he looks down at you.

“Beg for it,” Hyunjin giggles darkly. Looking at something on your phone and even pressing a few buttons. Your eyes widen.

“Fuck no, just give it back!” You whisper - yell, reaching for it again, leaning over the table to grab for it.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “I said to beg for it…~” he sings - songs in a hushed tone, and your hands tense, his neck lookingly plenty good to just strangle. You don’t say anything, and you fold your arms over your chest. Raising a brow at you. “You think that’s gonna change my mind, hon? I still want you to beg for it.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn, it’s annoying,” you grumble, and shut your laptop close and push it into your backpack. You start walking out, shoving past Hyunjin and fighting against frustrated tears. You don’t even bother to bow to the librarian as you walk out, on fist gripping the sleeve of your backpack and the other clenched tightly at your side.

You walk out of the library, into the court of the university. There’s not many people there, since it’s the last class period of the day and everyone was getting ready to go home for the weekend. You stood underneath a tree, and turned, cocking a brow at Hyunjin who followed behind you slowly. You frown at him, and his brow raises.

“So? You’re gonna get ‘em or no? You know I’m not giving them if you just frown at me, (Y/N),” Hyunjin smiles snarkily, and you visibly roll your eyes at him. You sigh softly.

“Hyunjin. Give them to me. I’m being serious, now, no fuckin’ around,” You hold your hand out, finally speaking in a normal, harsh tone now that you’re out of the library.

“Hm… Nah. You still have to beg for it like a bitch. Or else they’re mine,” Hyunjin gives you a pitifully fake smile, and your eyes close, trying to ease the rising rage inside you.

“Hyunjin. I’m not begging for it,” You take a step closer to him, but he doesn’t back down. Your headphones still clutch in his hand as he holds them away from you. When Hyunjin doesn’t respond, you finally act. Dropping your backpack and letting it slip off your shoulder and onto the grass, propping itself against the tree. Hyunjin’s smile finally drops when you grip his wrist, pulling it towards you harshly. But, on instinct, Hyunjin pulls himself away, pulling you towards him.

So, you push him down onto the grass, not caring for onlookers as you straddle Hyunjin’s waist before he could even try getting up. One of your hands reaches up to press against his chest, but Hyunjin doesn’t struggle. Not one bit. In fact, he doesn’t even smirk anymore. He’s just staring at you as you reach for his hand.

“(Y/N),” Hyunjin’s dark voice pipes up, and you shoot him a glare.

“Shut up,” you snap, and you pry open his fingers, which was much easier than you though. His hands are hot and sweaty, and you almost laugh at it. Is he nervous that you’re straddling him let alone touching him in the first place? You will admit, it’s an intimate position, but you only got on top of him like that to prevent him from moving so you could grab your earbuds and phone out of his hands and stuff them into your pocket.

You smirk down at him, your hair falling past your face. It feels good to be the one in control, and now that Hyunjin’s vulnerable, you utter out, “And you almost got me to beg. Boohoo. Better luck next time, dipshit.” You finally get off of him, and the moment you’re off of him, he gets up and dusts himself off.

“(Y/N),” He calls out your name as he watches you grab your backpack.

“Shut up and don’t talk to me,” You snap, and Hyunjin’s lip clamp shut. He looks conflicted, and you would feel bad if it weren’t Hyunjin. The same Hwang Hyunjin who’s decided to make your every day a living headache.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me like that again,” Hyunjin’s hand snatches your wrist, but you pull yourself away swiftly, “If you do that ever, and I mean ever again, I will not hesitate to stuff your face in the dirt.” Hyunjin gets dangerously close to you, and you back away. You’re brows creasing. Sure, Hyunjin is a huge dick to you, but he’s not this much of a dick. So, it took you by surprise, but you felt proud. It’s obvious that forcing Hyunjin into such a vulnerable position both mentally and physically set him off, and you were proud of yourself for that. He’s always been the one trapping you, making you feel small and tugging at your strings of patience, and sometimes your heartstrings, too.

“Oh, fuck off, Hyunjin.” You groan out, your hands falling to your side as you sling your backpack over your shoulder, “You do that shit to me all the time. What’s it if I do it to you?”

“Just don’t do it a - fuckin’ - gain, (Y/N). Don’t, unless you don’t wanna walk straight the next day.” Hyunjin threatens, and your brows furrow.

“And what the fuck does that mean?” You scoff as Hyunjin shakes his head, turning to walk away. “Hyunjin!” You yell after him, but he thrusts up his hand, his slim middle finger in your direction. You scoff, surprised by such behavior from a guy like him, who’s usually the one doing the teasing instead of the flipping off.

You try your best to ignore him and head back to the dorm to your shared one with your friend. You were able to settle down for a bit, especially since your roommate wasn’t there yet. You finished up your work. Working on assignments that you couldn’t get to finish because of a certain someone who decided to snag your phone.

Speaking of your phone, about two hours after you get back to the dorm, your friend comes walking in.

“Hey Yeona,” You pipe up, acknowledging her presence as she peels off her flats from her feet. Yeona waves briefly before plopping on her bed.

“Hey (Y/N). How was it going today?”

“Terrible.” You admit, Hyunjin being the only thing coursing through your head.

“Terrible? Lemme guess,” Yeona sits up, glaring at you, “it’s that one Hwang guy you keep ranting about?” You nod slowly, “Ah. Well, sorry about that. Actually, that reminds me. Someone was asking for you. A boy… A really, really cute boy.”

“Oh? Who?” Your brow raises.

Yeona shrugs, “No clue. Couldn’t catch his name; he seemed like he was in a rush. He wants you to meet him in the old art room. The one they use for storage, you know? He said to take your time, but he seemed desperate as hell.”

“The old art room? Don’t people go there to fuck because the camera’s are busted at the school’s too lazy to replace ‘em?” your brow raises, a bitter smile etching your lip.

“That’s the one. Hey, you might get some dick tonight. At least he’s cute,” she wiggles her brows, and you laugh. “Go one. Call me if anything happens.”

“Yes, ma’am,” You jokingly salute, and Yeona does it right back. You stuff your phone in your back pocket, and give her a playful smile before you leave.

The old art room is at the very core of the school, and you know exactly where it is. Everybody does. It’s not exactly something that just goes unnoticed by the students. Since it’s old, the camera’s are very much out of date and therefore can’t hook up to the ‘new and improved’ security system. Usually people snuck there to fuck during passing hall, since no teacher went in there. Only special people on special occasions use it for storage.

You were somewhat excited. You still have your v - card, whether you like it or not. You originally planned to save it for someone special. But, at this point, you’re too stressed to care about who’s taking your virginity and who’s not. At this point, you’d get on your knees for anyone willing.

Except for Hwang Hyunjin. Of fucking course. You know so many people who would literally beg to be fucked by none other than Hwang Hyunjin. You were not one of those people. You weren’t one of Hyunjin’s toys, even though he treated you like one. You would never let him get to your head, though. You know that you shouldn’t listen to Hyunjin even if your life depended on it. He might mean those things, those vulgar things he says to you, but you choose not to believe them.

You were trembling by the time we were standing in front of the old art room. The rusty door is slightly ajar, signifying that someone’s inside. Of course there is, but it’s still weird that they didn’t shut the door in case any teacher got concerned and checked in. Whoever’s inside must be stupid, but you’re not one to ghost someone like that, especially if Yeona said that they seemed desperate. Someone desperate for you? You had no clue who. No one ever stared at you in class. No one ever teased you. Tried to constantly get your attention.

Actually, that’s a lie. That’s a bitter lie.

Hwang Hyunjin fit into every aspect of someone who’d be desperate for your attention. That’s when it hit you that Hyunjin’s only trying to gain your attention in the worst way.

And, he did. Because he’s standing right in front of you.

You turned to leave, but Hyunjin’s hand slammed against the closed door, making you flinch at the close proximity between the two of you, and you turned to look at Hyunjin. He’s not smiling like he usually is when he first sees you. In fact, you can’t tell what expression laces his godly face.

“Hyunjin? Was it you that told my friend to bring me here?” You ask, not so much a harsh tone, but trying to make things clear despite the answer being (literally) right in front of your face. There’s no one else in the old art room but empty boxes, old art tables and storage boxes littered here and there. “This isn’t funny, Hyunjin. I’m leaving.” You turn back around to grip the doorknob, but Hyunjin’s warm, shaking hand grips your wrist firmly, yet oddly gently.

“Don’t,” he utters out. His voice was strangely small. Nimble, even. Weak. “Don’t go. I need to talk to you.”

“Since when do you wanna talk to me?” You snap, and Hyunjin dodges your intense glare. His confidence seeps to be depleting by the minute.

“I just need to. I need to get things figured out,” Hyunjin grumbles out, letting go of your wrist. He steps away from you and sits on one of the old art tables, manspreading, stretching the tight fabric of his jeans.

“Get what figured out? Tell me,” you demand, now stepping away from the door and sitting across from Hyunjin on another table. Before Hyunjin could speak, though, you raise a hand, a thought coming to mind, “Wait, no. Why did you not just come to my dorm like a normal person? Why the art room? Do you know how many people have fucked in here, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, sighing softly, “Yes, I do. It’s just the only place we could truly be alone.”

“Wait… you’re not gonna do what I think you're gonna do, right?” You back up, reaching for your phone.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “No, I’m not. I’m not a stupid sixteen year old anymore, (Y/N). And neither are you.” You sigh, relaxing, “I’m just going to get straight to the point. I can’t take this anymore, (Y/N). I’m so lost without you.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his, looking for any sign of mischief or joke in his eyes. But, no. Instead, they’re genuine. Your brows furrow, confusion crashing over you.

“I don’t want to live with the thought that I make every day for you living hell,” Hyunjin looks away, ashamed.

“Then why do you taunt me in the first place?” You nearly yell, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker closed. You get off of the table, standing in front of him, “Why do you work so hard to just get me pissed off for the rest of the day, huh? Why do you want my attention so bad? Why can’t you just leave me alone, then, if you don’t want to make my college life a living hell, huh?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

So blunt. So stoic. So true.

You’re silenced by his words, shock overcoming you. Overwhelmingly dominating your anger as your eyes widen slowly. He doesn’t break eye contact, this time. He doesn’t bother looking away. He’s standing his ground. He’s telling the truth.

You shake your head, “No your not.”

“You don’t decide that,” Hyunjin says almost directly after your voice drifts off.

“You can’t be in love with me, Hyunjin. You can’t,” You shake your head, backing away.

“It’s not my fault!” Hyunjin finally raises his voice, getting off of the table and taking an intimidating step towards you. Making you falter and scramble back, your lower back hitting the old art table. “I can’t help it. I can’t help, (Y/N). I’ve tried everything. I’ve been with so many girls, even guys. Trying to get out of my mind but nothing, nothing works. It’s always been you. Ever since high school.”

“Even when you were dating her…?”

“Even when I was dating her. The only reason I dated your fucking friend was to try and get close to you,” Hyunjin admits, and your mouth falls open. You lost a friend just because he wanted to get close to you? Your anger was slowly gaining back it’s superiority over your shock, “I tried to talk to you, but every time I did it just came out as mean. You viewed me as a fuckboy, and I fulfilled that role. Only to try and get you out of my fucking head.” He spits out through gritted teeth. “I’ve tried to make myself hate you, despise you. And, don’t get me wrong, hon, a small part of me hates you’re short, annoying ass. But everything else is incomplete without you.”

“Why didn’t you just confront me? If you didn’t decide to date my friend then we wouldn’t be here right now!” You yell, pressing a finger to his chest.

“I was sixteen, (Y/N)! Sixteen. Everything that I did ended in my misfortune,” Hyunjin yells right back.

“And was that my fault? Huh?”

“Yes! It is! Yes, it fuckin’ is!”

“How in the fuck is it ever my fault with you?!” You shove him away.

“Because it was. All. For. You. Get that through your thick fucking skull!” Hyunjin yells so loudly, so aggressively that it brought you to tears. But, you didn’t show any sign of fear. You weren’t backing down from this.

After his yelling, things quieted. You’re too nervous to talk, afraid your voice would pathetically crack from the painful lump growing in your throat. Hyunjin stared at you, as if waiting for you to say something, anything. But, you couldn’t utter a word. Only a few pathetic tears slipping from your eyes. His brows crease up when he watches the quick, warm tears fall over your cheek and down your neck. His bottom lip becomes trapped between his teeth, and he looks down for a bit.

You’re tired of the silence. You simply can’t take it anymore. It’s driving you mad how tense and uncomfortable the silence between you and Hyunjin is.

“Hyunjin, I-“

You’re not able to finish before a pair of soft lips press themselves to yours. Your mind goes blank, and your body stiffens as you stare into Hyunjin’s closed eyes. Your hands gripping the table behind you for balance as Hyunjin’s trembling hands creep up to grip your face. He’s kissing you.

Hwang fucking Hyunjin is kissing you.

That’s a first.

You want to push him away, but no matter how much you tell yourself to, you only relax more and more. The feeling of his lips against yours was supposed to repulse you, give you the push you need to slam a fist into Hyunjin’s face. But, with how delicately he kisses you and how his gentle, trembling fingers caress your warm cheeks, you can’t bear even clenching your fist in the need to hurt him or to get him away from you.

You couldn’t bear to admit it, but you were slowly melting into the kiss. It was as though Hyunjin was casting some sort of spell on you. Your eyes relax. Going from a dim half - lidded until they flutter shut. Your hands let go of the table. You’re shaking, ever so slightly. Your hands guide themselves as they bring themselves up to press against Hyunjin’s collarbone. At first, you believe you’re trying to push him away. But, your own hands deceive you when they slowly trail up to run your hands through his long grown hair.

You finally let your lips move, and you finally kiss him back.

Hyunjin’s reaction to it is one to die for. His back stiffens when he feels your lips part and move with his. One of his hands moves to caress your jaw, his thumb running across the bone, his hands a bit more firm as the kiss gets passionate.

You want to hate yourself for kissing him back. For succumbing to him and letting yourself fall weak underneath him. But, you just couldn’t help yourself. Hyunjin’s lips pulled you in and didn’t seem to plan on letting you go anytime soon.

It seems like a flash when your tongue presses flush against Hyunjin’s. The feelings send your back stiff and you tightly grip his hair, as if you were going to break apart from the feeling. Hyunjin’s experienced lips guided your inexperienced ones, despite him obviously being nervous.

You try to breath through your nose like Hyunjin does when things start getting more and more intense, and Hyunjin’s hands slowly start to creep away from your face. Tongues clash, and instead of fighting for dominance over one another, you both move in sync. Your torso pressed against his as Hyunjin traps you in between him and the table.

One of Hyunjin’s hands falls down your arm, gently caressing your side before picking up your thigh to push you to sit on the table. He pushes you back.

“Hyunjin - ah… We can’t…” You mumble out breathily as he kisses the sides of your lips. His lips instantly connect back with yours.

“And here… I thought… you were standing so strong and proud,” Hyunjin chuckles darkly, whispering out the words in between wet kisses. His usual self coming back, and your brows furrow. “But… no. You’re letting me… do this… without fight.”

Your head cranes back as Hyunjin’s lips drag down to your neck. Licking wet strips up and down your neck, suckling on the sensitive skin and pressing wet, sloppy kisses to your skin. You bite back a moan.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything…” You whimper out, and Hyunjin chuckles against your neck.

“Maybe, but you’ve passed the point of no return when you kissed back. And here I thought you’d punch me in the face,” Hyunjin laughs against your skin, moving you so your legs are spread for him to press more and more against you.

“Maybe I should’ve,” you whisper out in one breath.

“Mmh, but you know you like it, baby,” Hyunjin smirks.

“What happened to you wanting to talk?” You breath out, your breath moans getting louder, and you bite your lip to hold your voice back.

“You ruined it,” Hyunjin grumbles, nibbling on your skin briefly.

“Fuck you…” you grumble, your arms wrapping around his neck unconsciously.

“Already, hmm? Impatient, are we?”

“Fuck off…!” You groan at his dumb joke, and Hyunjin laughs against you. “But… seriously, Hyunjin… Wait… I’m still a virgin.”

Hyunjin’s head snaps up, his brows furrowed. “You’re a what, again?”

“A virgin, dumbass.”

“Are you saying you want to have sex-..”

“Hyunjin! Don’t take this so lightly. I’ve never done it with anyone before, and I definitely wasn’t planning on someone like you being my first,” you admit, and Hyunjin cocks a brow at you.

“You’ll regret those words. I’ll make sure this is a night for you to remember,” Hyunjin snaps, his words dark, and you swallow. “But, I need you to let me know that you want me, too.”

“Goddamn it, Hyunjin,” you groan, and your hand grips a lock of his hair, pulling his back so he can look clearly at you, “I want you to fuck me, Hyun - ah…”

A smirk creeps up on his lips, and you watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows his spit, and you let go of his hair, and his head dives back into your neck. Not exactly going back to kissing you, but resting his lips there. He mumbles out, “I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your pretty mouth.” And neither did you. You tried to deny it, telling yourself that it’s a spur of the moment idea. But, right now, again, you can’t push Hyunjin away. Your body won't let you.

Fuck it, your mind screams, and you let your legs wrap around Hyunjin’s waist. His hands find themselves caressing your thighs, your waist and back as his lips start moving again over your neck. The sensation sending constant chills up and down your spine, causing your back to stiffen and arch at the new feeling erupting in your core. You’ve masturbated before, that’s not the issue. But, being in the control of somebody gave you a whole new stimulation with even having to be touched too much. A new spark of intensity.

Hyunjin’s hands are rough, yet cautious. Trying not to go too far, but obviously trying not to pull away himself.

He eventually pushed your shoulders lightly, but with enough force to push your back flat against the old art table. He’s still standing, but he’s leaning over you, his hands on either side of your head and his pelvis nearly pressed against yours, standing in between your legs.

His warm hands move slowly underneath your shirt. Your back lifts at the feeling of his hands meeting your untouched skin, and you let out a hoarse breath as Hyunjin sucks on the skin below your jaw. Your head tilting to the side to give him the access he needed. Your neck craning, and your eyes flutter shut from the bliss. Your lips parting in a silent moan. Too embarrassed to actually make too much noise. Hyunjin’s hands move up the sides of your bare waist, carrying your shirt and hoodie with it. He parts from your neck to look up at you, his hands coming to a sudden halt.

You only glare over to him before you take your shirt and hoodie yourself, peeling it quickly off and over your head and tossing them to the side, trying to make it onto another table, but it landed on the floor. You could care less. Hyunjin’s eyes immediately dart down to stare at your semi - exposed torso. You bite your bottom as Hyunjin’s hand eases up, poking at the wire of your cherry pink bra. “Pink? Cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble out, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“Hmm, that’s not gonna happen and you know that.” Hyunjin winks at you, and you roll your eyes before your head falls back again. Hyunjin’s wet lips come back to your neck, but this time, he starts pressing slow, wet kisses down your neck. Over your collarbone and chest before over the bump of your breasts. You watch him with nervous eyes as Hyunjin presses wet kisses over the skin of your breasts. The feeling of the sensitive, untouched skin being no longer untouched is euphoric. However, he doesn’t take off your bra, most likely since you’re in the old art room and being completely nude would be a bit too overbearing and overwhelming for both of your likings.

You thought Hyunjin was going to stop there, but no. He kept on kissing down, now going over your stomach. Your heartbeat got louder and louder as he kept going down. His warm mouth pressing warm kisses to you before moving down, the area before being shadowed by the cold air.

Your breath got caught in your throat when Hyunjin’s fingers loop around the loose hem of your jeans. His eyes darting up to look at you briefly. But, this time, he doesn’t wait for you to take them off. One finger undoes the first button before he swiftly moves out of the way to pull them down. Your legs try to clamp shut, but Hyunjin’s knee jerks up, stopping them from closing. Your panties don’t match your bra, since they’re black and not as fancy. However, Hyunjin doesn’t seem to care at all.

Your pink face watches as Hyunjin tosses your jeans to the side, with the rest of your clothes.

“Hyunjin - ah…” You utter out, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, one brow raising in question.

“I’m going to eat you out,” Hyunjin gives you a sarcastic smile, and you don’t have the willpower to roll your eyes. Your pussy is already sopping wet, and you hold back the urge to throw yourself on top of him. You’re not surprised by how blunt he is, but it’s still nerve wracking for you. “Don’t be scared. You’ll be perfectly fine.” He reassures, and you know you’re fine. That you’re safe, but, as said before, you were so nervous.

You watch as Hyunjin dips between your legs, getting on his knees on the floor, perfectly level with you. He looks from your wet panties to you for a moment before he presses a firm kiss to your clothed cunt. Your hips jut up from the sensitivity of it, your legs trying to clamp shut, but Hyunjin’s hand is quicker. His hand flush against your thigh. He smirks against you, pressing another feather light kiss to your clothes pussy once more before he licks up it, firmly pressing his tongue against you, sending your hand to your mouth to hide your choked moans.

However, Hyunjin’s hand flies up to pull your arm down, grumbling out, “Don’t be fucking quiet this time, (Y/N).”

“We’re in a fucking classroom, Hyunjin, I have to be!” You let out a throaty groan as Hyunjin licks another long, slow strip over your panties.

“All the teachers are gone. God, relax,” Hyunjin laughs bitterly, and you shoot him a confused look.

“You planned this didn’t you?” You snarl, propping yourself, and Hyunjin cocks a brow, his long fingers hooking around the hem of your pantines. You tried to close your legs, but they’re blocked by Hyunjin’s hands. Hyunjin only shoots you glare before pulling down your panties, and you gasp when your sopping pussy meets the cold air of the old art room.

“Ha,” Hyunjin scoffs, one of his fingers moving up to grace itself over the smooth, all too stimulative and sensitive skin around you, making your hips jutter, “No matter how mad you try to make yourself, you’re still dripping wet like a bitch in heat. Didn’t know I turned you on so much, sweetheart.”

“I’ll kill you,” you snap, but your hand goes to grip the edge of the table.

“You’ll love me after this,” Hyunjin winks at you again.

“I doubt it,” you backfire, and Hyunjin’s brow raises. A challenging smile on his face as his lips near your throbbing womanhood. So close, you could feel his breath fanning you. Hyunjin holds eye contact with you as his lips make contact with your warm, wet cunt. Your head falls back when you feel Hyunjin’s tongue against your clit. You let out a breathy moan and your hand flies down to tug at Hyunjin’s hair.

Hyunjin doesn’t go slow. He’s already teasing your hole with his middle finger as he licks and suckes around your pussy. His lips and tongue working wonders no toy you’ve ever owned ever could. The explicit sounds he makes turn you on even more, his eyes fluttering shut to focus on his mouth’s movement more than your face, which is tilted back. Your back arches from the pleasure, and you let out delicate moans as Hyunjin’s lips satisfy your throbbing pussy, giving it the attention it’s been craving.

Hyunjin slowly eases one finger into you, and your hips buck onto it. Hyunjin chuckles against you at your movement and raises a hand to press against your gut, pushing you down and holding you there as he lapped up your flowing juices while his finger inserts inside you. His knuckles soon flush against you, slowly twisting his hand inside you as you push yourself against him. Chills running through your body as Hyunjin’s tongue presses against your sensitive clit.

“Oh, god, Hyunjin…!” You moan out when he presses another finger into you. Your eyes squeezing shut as your trembling hands grip Hyunjin’s hair, your legs resting over his shoulders as he begins to thrust his fingers into you at a decently fast pace. His long fingers penetrate your tight, virgin hole. Pumping them in and out quickly, and you clench around him.

Your hands that grip Hyunjin’s hair pulls him further towards you, trying to get more and more of his tongue on you. Your hips grinding down on his fingers as your mind fogs from the pleasure. Now, you don’t care that it’s Hwang Hyunjin, you’re just loving the pleasure he’s providing you. You neck cranes, almost as if trying to pull away from how sensitive you were and how Hyunjin was abusing that.

However, when he enters a third finger, stretching you out, you feel your orgasm nearing. You clench around his fingers, your moans getting louder. Now, the thought of a teacher overhearing your explicit moans clearing from your head, your mind relaxing on the thought. All you can think of is how high you’re getting from the pleasure.

“Hyunjin… Hyunjin, I’m gonna cum soon… Hyunjin - ah, mmh,” one hand reaching up, the back of your hand pressing against your lips. Hyunjin doesn’t slow down. His hands move faster, and his mouth sucks at your clit. Your back begins to arch, your climax dangerously close.

But, it doesn’t come.

Hyunjin’s hands pull out of your pussy and he stands up when your back twitches, about to throw itself up when your climax hits. You look at Hyunjin with wide, glossy eyes. Sweat dripping down your forehead. Your legs twitch from the lost orgasm.

“What the fuck, Hyunjin?” You snap, and Hyunjin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you a raised brow and a smirk.

“You don’t get to cum, yet,” Hyunjin climbs over you again, trapping you down underneath his arms as he pushes himself in between your legs, and you could feel how hard he was just by a small brush of his bulge against your thigh. “Now, be good for me and take my cock like a good slut.” Your back stiffens from the vulgar slur, but it only makes your oversensitive pussy even wetter.

Hyunjin is quick when he lets his pants drop down with his boxers, and his dick springs free. His achingly red cock pressing against his stomach. As you look from his cock to his eyes, you feel waves of fear spring over you. However, Hyunjin’s soft touch on your face calms your nerves. His other hand pumps his member a few times before the tip it teases against your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet,” Hyunjin groans, and you don’t answer, watching as Hyunjin slowly pushes himself into you, raw. Your head falls from the feeling, and Hyunjin’s mouth falls open, letting out a breathy groan as he eased himself into you. Your throbbing womanhood getting used to such a feeling. Once his pelvis bone is pressed against your ass, he stays there like that for a moment, and you get used to his size.

After a few moments of the sounds of both of your loud breaths, Hyunjin’s face nears yours, and your eyes flicker open to stare into his dark eyes. “I’m gonna start movin’, (Y/N),” he warns, and you nod.

“Please…” You grumble, and Hyunjin’s lip rises in a smirk.

“Please?”

“Move… Fuck me hard, Hyunjinnie. I can’t take it anymore. It’s about time you stopped fucking teasing me, huh?” You growl out, irritated.

Hyunjin’s smirk drops to a frown, and his hand grips your cheeks harshly, “Watch your tone with me, (Y/N). You can be so fucking proud, and that’s one of the reasons I wanna hate you. But, you’re too irresistable not to fuck until you’re screaming my name and begging for more.” And, after that, he ever so slowly pulls out of you before ramming himself back into you. So harshly and aggressively, it moves the whole table enough to where it creaks on it’s old legs. You let out a loud, inevitable moan that forces its way out of your lips.

Hyunjin does that a few times, and he throws his head back because of the pleasure. His face drowned in lust, and you clung to the table. A new burning sensation in your core as Hyunjin’s dick rams into your pure walls, deriving them from their innocence. You’re heat clenches around him as he pulls himself in and out of you. Slowly driving himself out before ramming into you.

But, he doesn’t do that for long when he starts to find a fast rhythm. One hand gripping your thigh while the other holds himself up on the table. He’ll sometimes let out breathy grunts or groans, but you’re on the verge of screaming out from how fast he was going. His cock burning your walls, sending a new sensation through you. It’s painful, but you’re loving it so much. You’re loving the burn, the penetration, everything.

Your eyes are closed, pure ecstasy running through you as your hands move up to wrap your arms around Hyunjin’s neck, pulling him close to you and into a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back. Both of your mouths open to crash your tongues together in bliss as your legs wrap around Hyunjin loosely. His hips stay consistent, but your hips twitch and stutter. Your back stiffening and twitching, pressing tight against Hyunjin’s clothed torso as he kisses you. One of his hands guiding up to harshly caress your cheek, jaw and neck. His long fingers tugging lightly at your hair as your hands screwed with Hyunjin’s hair. Running through it, gripping it, even tugging it sometimes.

“Oh my fucking god, (Y/N),” He moans against your lips, moving away to rest his lips against your neck as he groans, his hips stuttering slightly, throwing him off his rhythm, “You’re pussy’s so fuckin’ good. Feels so fuckin’ good.” You moan out in response, too lost in desire, lust and euphoric, blissful pleasure to form something as simple as a response. Your mind so blank, nothing running through your mind other than how Hyunjin’s cock makes your pussy feel so fucking good. How he makes you feel so fucking good. The way it’s overstimulated and edged on, it’s almost overwhelming to the point you want to cry from the stimulation.

You begin to moan, nearly screaming out Hyunjin’s name as you feel your climax nearing, clenching helplessly around his cock. “Hyunjin… Hyunjin! Oh, fuck, Hyunjin - ah, I’m gonna cum! Please, oh god, please, I wanna cum so… ah! - so fuckin’ bad…” Your words are slurred, but enough for Hyunjin to make out.

“Mmh… Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, baby girl,” your back arches, flush against Hyunjin’s body as your gut erupts with a new feeling. Your neck cranes as your eyes open, rolling into the back of your head as your mouth opens in a silent scream. Cumming all over Hyunjin’s cock as he stops his thrusts, deep inside you to let you cum. Your mind hazing as you let out a string of high - pitched moans. Your body twitches and your knuckles turn white from gripping Hyunjin’s tee shirt.

Once you’re halfway through your climax, nearing the part where your whole body relaxes, Hyunjin quickly pulls out. Getting up from you, and your arms drop to your side as you breath heavily, coming down from your high. Hyunjin pumps his cock fast in his hands. Not slowing down whatsoever as his eyes squeeze shut. You watch his face as his mouth opens, moaning loudly as he cums over your stomach.

Once he is down from his climax, he breathes heavily. Sweat dripping down the side of his forehead. Your head falls back, your eyes closing as exhaustion then waves over your body. Catching your breath.

You didn’t even notice Hyunjin leaving shortly to grab an old cup from the counter and fill it with water before coming back. Dipping his fingers in the water to wipe his cum off of you. You jump at the sensation, but relax when you see Hyunjin’s distant, wistful smile. You watch as he wipes it off, making sure it’s clean before dumping the cup in the sink. Your heart quickens as Hyunjin puts on his clothes before he walks over to grab your clothes and silently help you put them on. He doesn’t really make eye contact with you, but it’s a comfortable silence. The first ever comfortable silence you’ve had with him.

It’s then, as he helped wipe you clean, dress you and make sure you were already by wiping the sweat off of your face with the back of his hand that Hyunjin wasn’t who you thought he was. Everything’s not as it seems. The way he smiles so adoringly at you as he brushes the back of his hand against your cheekbone ever so lovingly makes you feel conflicted with feelings.

At some point, Hyunjin lays down next to you on the art table. It’s quiet for a few minutes, both of your just staring at the ceiling, shoulders and legs touching.

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” He whispers, and you finally look over to him. He wears a delicate smile, and a tear trickles down the side of his face, “I really shouldn’t. I really don’t know why, but I do.” His voice cracks at the end of his sentence, and you swear your heart shattered right there. “I… I shouldn’t have had sex with you. It’s only making everything worse for me. It’s making everything hurt so much more.”

He sits up, wiping his face, turning his back from you. He sniffs softly, letting out sharp breaths as his back trembled from his hoarse breathing.

You sit up, too. Reaching over to put your hand on his shoulder, but you hesitate.

No. If Hyunjin isn’t really who you thought he was, you want, you need to get to know the real him.

So, you make up your mind.

You get off of the table to move in front of him, and he tries to move away, his hands covering his red face. You gently grip his hands, pulling them away from his face. And it’s a sight you thought you’d never have to see. His eyes are red, his face wet and pink from the tears staining his face. It’s such a pitiful look on him, and you thought you’d never, ever see him so vulnerable. He keeps him looking down, trying to pull his hands away, but you have a tight grip on them.

“Look at me, Hyunjin.” You demand in a soft, yet firm voice. Hyunjin doesn’t for a moment, and you were about to repeat yourself, but Hyunjin’s eyes lock with yours. You give him a soft sigh and smile, “Hyunjin. You’ve proved to me that you’re not the person I thought you were. And… if you’re really not the douchebag, fuckboy and absolute asshate that I know, then… then I’ll stay by your side. Alright?”

Your heart hammers against your chest as Hyunjin’s eyes widen slightly, another tear slowly dripping down his face. You let go of one of his hands to gently rub it away with your thumb. Just below his eye. Hyunjin stares at you with wide, doubtful eyes. His lips slightly ajar as his hand trembles in yours.

So, to ease the silence, you press a gentle kiss to his lips. With no tongue, it’s an innocent kiss. He doesn’t kiss back at first, but he does after a moment.

And, the rest of that night was spent in that old art room. Either talking to each other, kissing each other or holding each other that night. You learned a lot about Hyunjin. About why he likes to fuck around, why he thinks he’s in love with you and other things about his life. You also told him a lot about you, about why you didn’t feel right about him at first.

And, by the end of that night, you could easily conclude that you’re in love with Hwang Hyunjin, and that it’s possible to fall in love with someone in the span of one night after years and years of hating each other.