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bts-story · 5 years ago

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I just read your last reaction and could you do a oneshot for virgin jungkook, namjoon or jimin (whichever you prefer) it's sounds so adorable

First Things Comes First — Jungkook

Characters: Jungkook X ReaderRated: I for I’m back bitcheeees

There were always a few things Jungkook did when nervous, particularly divided in three obnoxious steps.

First of all, when he came across Seokjin, knowing he did something he shouldn’t have or hinted of something wrong to anyone, his heart would start beating faster. Quickly, his vital organ would start pumping blood with more fervour with each second passing, so much Jungkook could literally hear it ringing in his ears. His hands would water a little bit, clammy and uncomfortable hanging against his sides like a middle-school boy ready to get scolded.

Before an important exam, before any competition or any event whatsoever that meant a lot to him, Jungkook would start biting his nails. He would eat the flesh around his fingers, teeth digging through his skin like a mad piranha. He would dance on the sole of his feet, balancing his weight back and forth to try and occupy himself, trying not to gnaw at his brain too much.

The worst stage of Jungkook’s nervousness was this. When the boy would develop some difficulties to inhale air down to his lungs, when he would stutter on his words without so much of success in aligning two words after another, when his mouth would run dry and get irritated with what anyone would say to him was things only hinting anyone of much nervousness the boy was feeling at the time.

However, right here, right then, Jungkook’s nervousness reached a high he never thought was possible before. On a scale of one to ten, ten being the epitome of nervous, Jungkook was probably feeling a thousand points, fair and square. He would probably develop a tachycardia much very soon, probably even went into cardiac arrest if he kept staring.

She’s there. Naked.

The glory of a goddess sculpted by the hands of Michelangelo himself. An angel fallen off the sky and God must be crying ever since for losing such beauty. Her breasts are full and plump, not very big but so smooth and delicate it has Jungkook’s mind running blank at the sight. His eyes travelled down however, her belly isn’t flat, it isn’t big either but there’s enough skin for Jungkook to grab and caress if ever he dared to. And then, down, down, down was that forbidden fruit men could start wars for.

Jungkook’s cheeks are flushed red, and he should look away. He should because being a witness to such beauty should be punished by the laws of the universe, a worthless mortal like him shouldn’t have the possibility, the rightto let his eyes wander around a body like this. But there isn’t any dark angel appearing out of nowhere to drag him to face a justice, there aren’t policemen knocking on the door to punish him of any crime.

They are here. Alone. Just the two of them.

“Don’t you just stand there, Jeon Jungkook. Your turn.” Her voice is like honey, but Jungkook must be mistaken because all he hears are doves singing the most floristics of music. He shakes his head painfully, forcefully trying to pull himself out of his trance because, somehow, this should start getting a little bit creepy.

Jungkook clears his throat, tares his eyes away from her because suddenly, it’s too much. His heart rose up to stuck on his throat but it anywise it keeps beating faster with each second passing. It must be at least fifty thousand degrees in the room, and Jungkook has trouble breathing. He needs to work on his inspirations for a moment, breathing in and out, in and out because he’s sure he’s going to pass out very soon if he doesn’t.

Jungkook reaches behind his head, tucks out his own shirt to reveal a toned chest, one he worked over and over again at the gym before and his effort might have pulled off because the sound she makes when she takes a glimpse of his torso is enough to make a smile curl up Jungkook’s lips. He tried not to think too much when he unzips his denim jeans, pulling down his boxers right at the same time and it’s unfair.

Anatomy is fucked up, it’s something unfair and unwise because there isn’t any reason for a man to show so easily how riled up and excited he is in front of anybody so beautiful. There isn’t one single and proper purpose for a manhood to rise and grow fully in all its glory while a woman’s anatomy only hides anything but lets the imagination running. The excitation could be there, but hidden beneath the surface of her skin, boiling inside and if Jungkook never paid really much attention to his science’s classes, he could have felt conscious of the oblivious boner reaching his lower tummy.

She bit his lips. And she soon closes the gap between them to catch a prize in Jungkook’s mouth. Their lips crash together, their tongues meet and Jungkook can’t hold himself much longer, his hands find her hips, her back, her butt – anything in his reach, really.

It’s the first time. There hasn’t been one moment during the twenty-one years of Jungkook’s life where he found himself in this very situation. There hasn’t been anything in his life that could compare to this right moment, and he may have waited for it his entire life, everything just seems surreal now. No matter how long he dreamt of this scenario, no matter how many times he pictures the scene in his head during boring classes or joked about it with close friends, nothingcould have prepared him for this.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” and it’s probably a lie coming from her lips because sheis the one to do things to Jungkook’s body and brain. It has him burn neurons thinking too much of what to with his hands or how to move his tongue inside her mouth. In all, it doesn’t change the fact that the way she’s feeling too.

“Youhave no idea what you do to me,” Jungkook echoes playfully and he tries so hard to look composed, as if he knew what he was doing even though he clearly doesn’t have one single clue whatsoever.

She chuckles, something Jungkook fell in love with the very first time he heard it. “I think I have a pretty good idea, actually.” The thing he felt when she took a fistful of his length, grabbing his skin to pump up and down with more wit than not, Jungkook thinks there might have been one or two curses flowing out his mouth that would’ve surely own him at least two slaps at the back of his head coming from any of his elders in any other situation but this very one.

His mind is blank. He doesn’t understand anything happening, couldn’t bring himself into believing this isn’t one of his many fantasies because, it all happens so fast. There is this time gap where he suddenly finds himself on top of her down on the bed, kissing her body wherever he can reach with his lips. Her nails are digging inside the flesh of his biceps and shoulders, but it doesn’t hurt much, not really.

There this moment when she goes down on him that he’s not quite able to describe, that he wouldn’t even be able to tell-tale to anyone even to save his own life. It’s a secret he’ll keep all to himself, something that belongs to him and him alone. However, the moment when his tip brushes against her entrance, a promise of wet and hot owned by her body, Jungkook thinks this is probably the brightest moment of his life.

It’s true to say the boy excels in many fields of activity, anyone could be witness of his dancing skills along the sides of his singing that probably equals highly to the words he spits while rapping. Good grades, many friends, he pretty much succeeds in more or less every sport. But this is new, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how to move, or where to aim or what to do with his hands.

He saw movies. Of course, he can’t deny his teenage self, can’t deny his hormones messing with his head, obliging him to search on the internet and take a relief of himself because the pain is sometimes too much, and in the end, he’s entitled to the phrase boys will be boys.

It’s something else. It’s nothing Jungkook ever felt before. When the tip of his length finally crosses the threshold of her womanhood, it’s tight and hot and wet and it’s all he ever expected, yet the sensation brings stars to his head. It makes him dizzy, and if he was in a cartoon show, there would be stars circling around his head to testify of his feelings right now.

He needs directions, words flowing out of her mouth which doesn’t necessarily makes him feel stupid or think he’s dumb, on the contrary, he’s leading to do things that would make her reach a high. One that was so anticipated and awaited like the next superstar. Jungkook thinks it’s not entirely that difficult, that he always panics over stupid things – or maybe over things that shouldn’t really deserve a reaction like this one anyway.

But as he keeps bucking his hips back and forth, trying so hard to keep a pace where he doesn’t get to stop, she whispers things in his ears which send butterflies to fly all around his stomach. It’s a weird sensation to describe, but it’s there and it’s real and Jungkook might feel nervous, he thinks it’ll be alright.

Because she’s here, and she’s his. And his hers.

—–

Guyyyyyyyyys, hello again!!!

It’s so good to be back omg; I honestly didn’t though I’d take this blog again, but I missed you SO MUCH actually. Anyways, coronavirus sucks. Stay safe guys, stay home and don’t get sick!

See you SO SOON!! I’m so EXCITED!!

- Nageoire

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royallyprincesslilly · 6 years ago

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Title: Captain America Vs. Superman {Part 1}

Chris Evans X Reader X Henry Cavill

Warning: Cursing, Drug Use (Weed), Adult Suggestive Conversation

Word Count: 5.9K

Note: Guyyyyyyyyys! Aaaaah! I finally did a one shot. Holy S&*& me, a one shot. Alexa play “I’m Coming out.” Hope you guys enjoy this. It was inspired by this.

This will be posted in two parts as this has tipped into the 13k realm. Soo I guess that means it’s technically not a one shot then. Damn.

I know this is not what I should be working on, but I had this idea dn had to get it out.

**Loosely edited**

**Loosely Proofread**

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"Well, I have a cape," Henry boasted.

"Who needs a cape when you have a shield? Which I have," Chris countered.

"Who needs a shield when you're bulletproof? Which I am, Henry continued.

Chris smirked.

"I can lift Thor's hammer that means I'm worthy always have been, always will be," he bragged with a cocky shoulder shrug.

Henry snorted and shook his head.

"I was sent to Earth to be its salvation and savior, I was born to be worthy of an entire planet and species," Henry finished exhaling a breath on his fingernails before rubbing them on his white button down shirt. He then looked at Chris as if to say, "beat that."

The two of them stood there in the kitchen of your home going back and forth. It had always been like this throughout your seven-year friendship. You met Chris through work as a casting agent and then met Henry, and in Hollywood, everyone knew each other. Everyone interacted, and it didn't take long for Henry and Chris to strike up a friendship. They both had so much in common.

Over the years the friendship between the three if you strengthened and it wasn't long before you three were referred to as the three musketeers where you were Chris was, and Henry wasn't too far behind. That only made the rumor mill go wild with crazy ideas that the three of you had a progressive relationship. Of course, it wasn't true, but that never stopped a rumor.

Although you were their friends, you were also human and red-blooded, you were not immune to the beauty either of them held. You were not impervious to the sex appeal that rolled off of them. You recognized they were attractive men physically, and because of your friendship, you knew they were equally as attractive inside.

For the last few months, your hormones had been going crazy, and nothing you did or how far you went from them could calm you down. You kept dreaming of them and ogling over their bodies, and you were mortified the first time you masturbated with thoughts of them. It was a job and a half to pretend everything was fine and normal when all you wanted to do was sit on one of their faces with the other's cock balls deep in your mouth.

"Doesn't this get old guys? Seven years and still comparing whose is bigger?"

You shook your head and walked past them into the kitchen toward the fridge and took out the bottle of tequila you held in there. Not bothering to take a glass down, you took the bottle to the head and blew out in an effort to cool your flaming taste buds.

"You do realize that neither of you are the actual characters, right? You're not Captain America, and you're not Superman. You are mere men playing roles," you reasoned.

Both of them looked to you as if you'd popped their hubris filled bubbles. You shrugged and took another mouthful of your favorite liquor and hopped onto the counter across from them.

Henry approached you and took the tequila bottle from you and took a few gulps of his own before he spoke; "Where've you been for the last four days?"

"I took a Hollywood break. I went for a little retreat in Phoenix."

"What's in Phoenix?" Chris asked, approaching your other side, taking the outstretched bottle from Henry before you could take it back. He took a swig but didn't grimace. Your eyes dropped to his still tequila dampened lips, and you sucked your own bottom lip into your mouth as you felt your temperature rise a slight bit.

You cleared your throat and yanked the bottle from him and took several gulps before lowering it.

"Maybe slow down a little Y/N," Henry cautioned.

You looked to him and stared into his heavenly blue orbs and got lost.

"Y/N, you all right?"

You looked away and stared out in front of you for a long while.

"Yeah, I'm good. Netflix or poker?"

You hopped off the counter, walked to the living room, and plopped onto the couch. Chris and Henry soon followed and sat on either side of you, Chris held the deck of cards, and Henry held the chips. You smiled.

"Don't act like a girl when I beat both your asses and take you for everything you're worth."

Chris and Henry laughed in unison.

"Care to put a wager on those huge cojones you're bragging about?" Chris asked.

You smiled a mischievous smile because you may have just figured out the solution to your problem.

"I would. Whoever wins gets an IOU of their choice, anything they want must be done no matter what," you proposed.

Both Henry and Chris looked at each other, no doubt thinking the way you worded it was peculiar and specific. You didn't speak; you just allowed them to make their own decisions while looking as innocent as possible. Chris was the first to agree, followed by a reluctant Henry. You smiled to yourself hoping tonight you were lady luck. You situated around the coffee table and began playing.

After the first game, Chris took the early lead, but by the fourth game, Henry was in the lead with you staggering behind them both. It was all part of your plan. Every win they became cockier and cockier, and every win they drank more and more. You knew they both could hold their liquor but they both had limits. You needed to push those limits. If you remained in the back, they would never know what hit em when you took the lead which is what happened in the sixth game.

When all was said and done after the tenth game, you were the sole winner holding all their chips and the prize. You tried to keep a straight face you didn't want to give away the fact that you'd finessed them without them even suspecting a thing.

"I regret the day I taught you all my tricks," Henry said.

You and Chris laughed loudly for a long time before Henry joined in. As your laughter slowly receded, you finished the fourth bottle of tequila and sighed out.

"All right, I'm a man of my word, you know. You get your IOU, but you don't get to hold onto it for weeks and weeks. You gotta use it within this week your deadline is next weekend," Chris demanded.

You smirked.

"No problem, I already know what I want."

Chris and Henry looked at you and then each other.

"You do. All right then what is it you want? Henry asked.

You reached for the last bottle of tequila opened it and took a few gulps hoping it would steel your nerves and get rid of the nervousness in the pit of your stomach.

"Both of you."

The room filled with silence, and the two men looked at each other confused etched across their features.

"Uh, both of us. What does that mean? What do you want from both of us?" Henry questioned in his prime and proper British accent.

You felt a new wave of confidence and bit your bottom lip as you looked to Henry first.

"Your hands, your fingers, your arms--,"

Looking across to Chris you continued; "Your lips, your mouth, your face--,"

Looking back and forth between the two, you finished; "Your tongue."

Henry and Chris looked dumbfounded as they stared at you. Neither of them spoke or blinked hell you didn't know if either of them were breathing anymore. You sat there looking at the both of them trying to read them, but they were unreadable. After nearly four minutes of silence, they looked to each other. Chris sucked in a breath and rubbed across his face groaning.

"Jesus, I must be drunk because I don't think I heard you right."

"Yeah, me either."

"You both heard correct. I said what I said, and I meant what I said."

"To break through this tequila haze; say that again," Chris pleaded.

You took a deep breath and released it in a rush. Yes, this was probably random as fuck and completely unexpected but was it really that farfetched? You took another drink from the tequila bottle and began again.

"I want you both."

"I--I got that part," Chris began.

"Yeah me too, maybe the part about--parts you should repeat," Henry clarified.

You smirked and pinched your lips.

"I want your hands, your fingers and your arms Henry and I want your lips, your mouth, your face Chris, and both of your tongues."

Henry sunk back into his seat and grabbed the tequila bottle from you and chugged a few gulps. As soon as he lowered it, Chris leaned over and took it from him to echo the same actions. You sat there looking between them thinking you'd broken them. Just when you thought someone was going to speak, they took another swig of tequila.

After about five minutes, you lost your patience.

"Come on, guys. This can't have been that farfetched or that crazy."

"You're kidding, right. You're drunk. This is the tequila talking. It has to be," Chris surmised.

"I'm not drunk."

They both got up and paced the room, leaving you seated on the floor.

"And yes this is crazy. Y/N, are you hearing yourself? Where is this coming from?" Henry questioned stooping in front of you arms crossed with a desperate look on his face.

"We've been friends for seven years, and I trust you both--,"

"So this is an experimentation type of thing then, you'd rather it be us then two other people you don't trust," Chris interrupted.

"No, this isn't experimentation. This is me wanting the two of you because for the last few months I've been looking at you way past platonic," you blurted out.

Both of them gaped at you. You were starting to regret saying anything.

"So you mean you want us, want us at the same time?" Henry clarified then looked at Chris.

"Months? You've wanted this for months?" Chris asked.

"Yes. It's taken over almost everything. I needed to get out of town to get a grip, but that did nothing."

Henry stooped down before you.

"You went to Phoenix because of us?"

"Is this really so unbelievable guys? Is this so unfathomable?" You asked making a circle with your finger at each of you.

They remained silent, both deep in their thoughts as they gazed at you. Chris looked to Henry who looked back at him and spoke some unspoken language. They both sighed out. Chris stroked his beard, and Henry rubbed his forehead then raked his fingers through his black curls.

“No,” they spoke in unison.

You perked up and looked between them.

“So—you want me too?”

Both of them stood and walked across the room, standing as far from you as possible. You stared at them expectantly.

“You’re beautiful Y/N; you know that,” Chris spoke.

“Everyone knows it,” Henry filled in.

“That is not what I asked. I asked if you want me too?”

You stood, giving them a full view. Their eyes never left your face though.

“There is a line that probably shouldn’t be crossed. We have been friends for a long time; if we crossed that line then our friendship wouldn’t be the same,” Henry explained.

“Why not? We’ll still be the same people. You two will always be my best friends, no matter what.”

You stepped closer to the both of them and didn’t stop until you were only a few feet from them both.

“I’ll ask again. Do-you-want-me?”

They stared at you, and you could tell you were wearing them down. Chris groaned out, and Henry breathed exasperatedly.

“Of course, we want you. We’d have to be dead not to. You’re perfect beauty and brains.”

“All right then,” you finished closing the gap between you. You put your hand on both their chest and trailed it down the center of their body over their hard abs and to the top of their pants. Once your fingers touched the buttons to their pants, they both leaped back and away from you. You groaned and dropped your head back.

“Uuugh, what is your problem?”

“We should think about this. We’ve all had quite a bit to drink. So we should stop, think and really figure out if this is a good move or even something we really want sober,” Chris reasoned.

“That last bit specially directed to you. Things look differently when we’re sober,” Henry added.

You watched them both make their way to the threshold of the living room.

“Wow, so this is what rejection feels like.”

“We’re not rejecting you. we want what’s best for you and want you to be sure what you really want before any lines are crossed,” Chris explained.

“We care about you Y/N, we’d never do anything that would end up hurting you,” Henry added.

You looked between them. Any other woman may have thought this was sweet, and they were being considerate and perfect gentlemen, but you right now stuck with your sexual frustrations and needs for both of them felt as if they were chickening out or trying to let you down gently. No matter the case, you were annoyed. You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Fine, go, think, sober up, do whatever the hell you want.”

You walked to the tequila bottle and drank some more.

“You know the way out. good night.”

You walked away toward your bedroom, leaving them there. You were horny and frustrated, and since they wouldn’t help, you had to turn to your vibrator yet again.

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One day passed no call and no Chris or Henry, then two, then four, and by day five you began to panic. You hadn’t seen them or called them because of humiliation beginning to set in. They didn’t call; they didn’t stop by; they were absent from your lunches and your apartment. Usually, when they were in town you always had dinner together, and more times than not lunch as well. It was cold turkey, and your mind was beginning to overthink. You wondered if you’d crossed a line, if you’d taken too big of a risk with voicing your wants, you wondered if you’d freaked them out and their only answer was to avoid you.

By the time Friday came, you were a huge ball of anxiety, fear, and doubts. You must have pulled up their numbers in your phone fifty times only to exit out without dialing. Half of you felt like you should call and apologize and downplay what you said and blame it on the alcohol like Jamie said. The other half went super aggressive and said fuck them they’d be damn lucky to be in the situation you’d offered. Needless to say, you were a mess. You tried to go about your week like normal, and for the most part, you were successful. You kept yourself busy, and it helped because you didn’t have a moment to yourself. Idle hands did the devil’s work after all.

You groaned and stretched back in your office chair. It was eight o’clock on a Friday night, and you still hadn’t left work. You still had a few more things to tend to before you were comfortable leaving, and you weren’t in any rush to get home to the quiet and your thoughts. With your eyes closed, you took several calming breathes trying to find the energy to finish up. After a few minutes, you sat back up and continued. The sound of your phone chiming brought your attention away. You looked at your phone and saw two new unread messages.

You took up the device and saw Chris’ name on your screen. You hovered your thumb over the message and felt your nerves spike, and you didn’t know why. You shook it off and opened the message.

MSG Chris: Dinner tonight?

You narrowed your eyes at the message as if it were actually him. He had some nerve, you thought. Ignore you for a week and then out the blue send some vague message like you were some random woman after the dick. You kissed your teeth and rolled your eyes, dropping your phone back on the desk and focusing again on your work. You ignored the urge to pick it back up and willed yourself to focus. Your phone chimed again and again, and still, you ignored it.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you got me all fucked up if you think this is goin’ down like this.”

Another five minutes passed and in came another chime. You took a peek and saw the message preview read, “Don’t play hard to get now.” You kissed your teeth again and took up your phone and looked through the messages.

MSG Chris: Not gonna answer me?

MSG Chris: Come on Y/N, don’t be like this.

MSG Chris: Don’t play hard to get now, you know you want to come.

You focused on the word “come” and wondered if he was playing on words and was being fresh. A smirk tickled your lips until you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You sighed and shook your head.

MSG: Whatever, I don’t play hard to get, I am hard to get.

MSG Chris: I don’t doubt that for one minute. So, dinner tonight?”

MSG: I already ate.

MSG Chris: Liar. I drove by your place your car isn’t there. That means you’re still at the office. Stop what you’re doing and come eat.

You rolled your eyes.

MSG: Why are you driving by my house anyway aren’t you avoiding me like a heathen avoids church?

MSG Chris: LMAO. I’ve never avoided you. Come to dinner. I’ll let you choose the restaurant even that Hibachi place you know I hate.

MSG: You only hate it because the owner likes Superman better than Captain America. Don’t be salty.

MSG Chris: Whatever. You wanna come or not?

Again, your eyes darted to the word “come.” You bit your bottom lip and heard your stomach growl. The decision was made already.

MSG: Fine, but it’s the Hibachi place you hate.

MSG Chris: I wouldn’t expect anything else from you. Thirty minutes enough time to get there?

MSG: Make it an hour I still have some stuff to do.

MSG Chris: Thirty.

MSG: Excuse me? You’re not my daddy.

MSG Chris: Make it thirty, and I will be.

You widened your eyes and read the last message again and again. The defiance in you was tempted to purposely show up past thirty minutes, but the curiosity in you wanted to get there early. You sat there for five more minutes before you got up and prepared to leave.

The drive wasn’t too bad, especially for a Friday night. You expected horrible back ups, but you were pleasantly surprised to find it moving. It took you fifteen minutes to get from your office to the restaurant when normally it would have taken twenty or more. You sat in your car and looked at yourself. You reapplied your lipstick, took down your hair and spritzed yourself with perfume. Once you walked inside, it was thirty minutes on the dot.

“Y/N, welcome back!”

You smiled brightly at the owner and hugged him.

“You know me can’t stay away for too long.”

He laughed and pulled his wife forward.

“Hi Y/N, happy to see you.”

She kissed your cheek and hugged you tightly. You loved this place the food was good; the atmosphere was easy going and the people were friendly what more was needed. The ritzy restaurants in this town were nice and everything but nothing compared to a place that made you feel like family.

“Go ahead to your table. I’ll send someone over to begin shortly.”

“Thank you.”

You walked away, making your way to your table. It was the same one you always sat when you came here, and it was always held open in case you came by. You stepped up the three steps and saw the two heads at the table and felt the butterflies begin. You straightened your back and held your head high and walked over. As you slid into the opposite side, you could feel Chris’ smugness. You ignored it.

“This is new, you following directions. I like it,” Chris teased.

You looked to him and then across to Henry. They looked good. Henry’s hair was coifed to perfection leaving a few of his natural curls free the way you liked, and he was clean shaven. He looked like he’d put in effort. You looked over to Chris and took in his perfectly groomed goatee and brushed back locks and fought back the urge to suck your bottom lip into your mouth.

“I’m just hungry,” you retorted as you looked away from them. You heard both of them chuckle and fought back a smile.

“Welcome back, guys. What’ll it be tonight?”

You looked up into the face of the waiter and smiled warmly. You then looked at Henry and Chris.

“Do you two know what you want?”

Chris licked his lips, and Henry briefly bit his before they answered in unison overlapping each other.

“I know just what I want.”

“Oh yeah, I know.”

You looked between them. Something in their words and voice brought a chill up your spine, a good chill.

“I’d like the shrimp shumai, edamame, the vegetable gyoza, Miso soup, and the Lobster, Shrimp, Scallops and Filet Mignon Hibachi, instead of the rice another serving of noodles please,” you requested without looking at the menu.

“So, your usual then?”

You looked to Henry and narrowed your eyes at his teasing. He pinched his lips and looked up and around as if he’d heard something.

“The usual for the two of you as well?”

Henry and Chris nodded.

“Also, a lot of sake please, keep the sake coming,” Henry added.

“Sure thing guys. We’ll begin in a little while,” your waiter said before she walked off.

“Busy week?” You asked, tackling the awkward silence head-on.

“It actually was, I read for a few parts and did some voice-overs,” Henry explained.

“And you?”

You looked to Chris, waiting for his explanation.

“When is my week never busy? The life of the Captain is never quiet.”

You snorted.

“God, give it a rest already,” Henry said.

You laughed and covered your mouth and tried to hide your amusement.

“What about your week?”

“Yep, busy, busy, busy, work, work, work.”

They nodded and then silence befell the table again. This was pathetic you thought to yourself. Things between you were never awkward; there was never silence between you, one or all three of you couldn’t shut up. Thankfully your table cook arrived wheeling his cooking surface over. You straightened your back and smiled a greeting. He prepped the ingredients, and you watched not ballsy enough to look Chris and Henry’s way.

When the chef began his cooking show you paid attention; this was after all one of your favorite things about this place. You giggled at the chef’s silly antics and acrobats with utensils and ingredients. When he tossed a piece of food around you caught yours easily in your mouth and watched Henry and Chris do the same. Halfway through the show, you looked to them. The warm glow of the fire gave them an even more attractive look. The red in Chris’ beard and hair was more evident, and he looked gorgeous.

The glow of the fire intensified Henry’s eyes so much his pupils weren’t even visible, all you saw was blue. You loved his eyes. You bit your bottom lip and looked over the two beautiful male specimens across from you fully appreciating what other women had seen all this time. You nearly kicked yourself when you thought this was new for you when they’d been gawked at and thought of this way their whole lives. Henry glanced over to you and held your stare. He licked his lips, and your eyes dropped to his kissable lips. You wondered what they tasted like, were they naturally sweet, or did they taste like the woods smelled, musky, masculine, and fragrant.

Feeling his gaze, you looked to Chris, who was already staring at you. The air in the room became thin, and you found yourself struggling to catch a breath. The pounding of your heart in your ears drowned out any other sound, and you felt your temperature rise. You looked to his hair, and the urge to sink your fingers in it was overwhelming. He always looked put together; you desperately wanted to see him unkempt. You clenched your thighs together, needing pressure on your lady parts. You were already wet. You looked away and cleared your throat just in time to see the end of the chef’s show. You clapped and smiled, Chris and Henry soon joined in.

With your plates full and your food on the table, you dug in. The deliciousness of the meal was enough to distract you from everything you felt and wanted. The only thing on your mind was the food; you didn’t even bother looking at Chris or Henry. When they began the small talk, you took part in it because a silent meal was more awkward than anything else in the world. They talked about trivial things in the industry and their plans for a vacation when things calmed down in their careers.

Soon the three of you were bantering and laughing like normal, and you were grateful for it. It showed you that maybe you hadn’t ruined your friendship.

Several hours and several tokkuri of sake, the three of you sat at the table enjoying your desserts. You put another spoon of your Mochi in your mouth and licked around the spoon absentmindedly. When you looked up, both Henry and Chris watched you. You put the spoon down and took a deep breath.

“We weren’t ignoring or avoiding you Y/N,” Henry began.

You looked at him and contemplated his words.

“Uh-huh. So what exactly were you doing then?”

“Thinking,” Chris responded.

You nodded and took another spoon full of your dessert.

“Mmm. You needed a whole week to think. Okay.”

Your passive aggressive words and demeanor spoke for itself.

“Did you expect a rushed answer? I’m sure any other man would have leaped at what you asked--,”

“I didn’t ask you for anything actually,” you interrupted.

They both watched you. Henry nodded.

“You’re right; you didn’t ask for anything. Maybe that’s where we should start. What do you want Y/N?”

Silence. You knew Henry would be the one to cut to the chase. He’d always been like this. You licked your lips slowly and sucked your bottom lip and held their gazes. You thought if you wanted to play this game but looking at them you knew they wanted to play it.

“I want you—both of you,” you answered, looking back and forth between them.

“The question is, are you done thinking? Do you want me too?”

It took them a few minutes before either of them spoke.

“Yes,” Henry answered.

Your heart pounded faster. You looked at Chris.

“Yes.”

The butterflies in your stomach began again. You should have been excited and happy with the admission, but you felt nervous.

“We need ground rules,” Chris the practical one said.

“Of course, you need rules,” you teased and rolled your head back. Sighing, you sat back up and looked at him.

“Okay, what are they?”

“You can change your mind at any time.”

“I won’t. What else?”

“This can’t ruin our friendship—at all,” Henry added.

You nodded wholeheartedly agreeing to that point.

“Any time you’re uncomfortable you say something,” Chris added.

“One time unless it’s agreed upon,” Henry blurted out.

You and Chris looked at him, and he looked between the two of you.

“I just want it out there we’re not expecting more than you want to give,” Henry explained. You smirked and nodded.

“Anything you want to add?”

“Nope.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing. This is simple for me. You two seem to be the ones who are more hung up about it,” you quipped finishing the last of the sake. You’d lost track how many you’d had.

“Okay,” Chris said.

“My place, yours, yours?” you asked.

“Whichever makes you more comfortable. Tomorrow night?”

You looked at them again and tried to quell any disappointment rising. Yes, you thought tonight would be the night, but you’d have to wait yet another day. You thought more about it and tried to look on the bright side; you’d be able to prepare properly. You’d waited months for this and actually wanted it to be the best it could be—that you knew it could be. You bit your bottom lip again and nodded.

“Tomorrow night, my place,” you finished.

Both of them nodded. You noticed they both tried to look as calm as possible, but they were failing miserably. You smiled and cleared your throat.

“I’m exhausted now. What do you say we get outta here? Give you two some more time to chicken out.”

You teased and gathered your things before you slid out the booth. You walked ahead of them to the exit and felt them behind you. As you stepped out into the night air, you straightened your back and walked to your car. You stopped at your door and looked back to them knowing they’d followed you to ensure you got there safe. Your perfect gentlemen. You smiled.

“All right, good night.”

You got into your car and started the engine. Before you rolled off, Henry tapped on the window. You revved it down and smiled.

“What time is good for you?”

You stared into his captivating eyes and felt a deep want for him. You leaned closer and caught the scent of his cologne. He smelled like the one you bought him a few months ago. You licked your lips pressed your thighs together again.

“Sunset, I’ve always loved to look at you in the sunset. I wonder how you’ll look naked in it.”

Henry’s pupils dilated, and you watched his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped. You looked to Chris who was close enough to have heard what you said. He looked as if he also felt how you felt. Hot and bothered.

You backed out the parking lot and made your way home making a mental list of everything to do tomorrow.

Part 2 to be posted soon.

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#Captain America Vs Superman One Shot #chris evans fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #Chris Evans #henry cavill #angst fic

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cupcakeshakesnake · 8 years ago

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Watching SU for the first time: SE 1 ep 32~36

Fusion Cuisine

-*looks at title* Uh oh.

-For a moment I thought the vibration noise was coming from MY phone

-Connie’s mom is pretty tactless

-I bet Garnet wears those goggles to look chill but sometimes her eyes are just rolling about wildly under there

-”Oh no, they’re dead, don’t call again. ... Sorry, I panicked.”

(I have a nuclear family. Well, half of one.)

-But wouldn’t the fusion be GIGANTIC?

-CALLED IT

-HOLY FUCK

-”ALEXANDRITE”

-I’M DYING

-CONNIE’S FAMILY IS BORING

-WOW TALK ABOUT SPLIT PERSONALITY

-I know what that feels like. Overly controlling parents.

-UH OH

-NO DINNER FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS XD

-I’M DYING

-WOULDN’T STEVEN DIE FIRST

-Oh wait, they didn’t say no lunch.

-Ah yes, the “because I love you” shutdown. That thing is double-sided. You can literally beat a child’s bones out of their body, abuse them, nearly kill them, put them in a washing machine and activate it (happened in my country once), and then you can just shut them up by saying ‘because I love you.’ Because they’re kids and they don’t have a counter-argument.

-(I hate Connie’s parents.)

-Why couldn’t Steven just tell them his mother was dead?

-(well I’m not planning on having kids but if, if I ever do, I’m not doing it like Connie’s mom.)

Garnet’s Universe

-I like how Steven’s imaginary world has no concept of noses. Except for the deer.

-Hey ain’t that the phoenix... something... reference

-Judy Hopps is that you

-The frog and bunny sound like Amethyst and Pearl

-Is he a teletubbies samurai

-DRAGONBALL REFERENCE

-IS HE ON FRIGGING TUMBLR

-I wonder if the animators had a lighter workload with this particular episode.

-I THINK THEY’VE BEEN OVERDOSING ON ANIME

-R.I.P. hill.

-Why does the Korean text say ‘beauty’

-SAILOR MOON REFERENCE

-What the fuck am I watching

-Like seriously, what in the FUCK am I watching.

-WTF SQUARE HAIR

-Did she just turn into lego one punch man... sorry... woman

-FUCKING SUPER SAIYAN

-NARUTO ATTACK SHOTS

-WHAT THE ACTUAL FLIPPITY FLAPPITY SHITTY SHATTY FUCK

-wHo’s EVen naRRATING

Watermelon Steven

-Ew he ate the watermelon peel

-I am eating lunch right now. This is not very appetizing.

-IS IT ALWAYS SUMMER AT BEACH CITY

-”I’ll go ahead and accept that bride”

-DAMMIT RONALDO NOT AGAIN

-FUCK OFF RONALDO

-JEEZ YOU ARE A SLOW TYPER

-WHY IS THIS TOWN FULL OF TWO DOLLAR BILLS

-FUCK OFF ONION

-FUCK YOU RONALDO

-Is he on Twitch or something

-HOLY SHIT

-If those weren’t melons, this would be very gory indeed.

- HOLY FUCK HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF

-THIS STARTED OFF INNOCENT ENOUGH WITH MELON SEED SPITTING CONTESTS AND SHIT AND THEN IT’S FUCKING MELON GOREFEST KAMIKAZE WTF WENT WRONG

-STEVEN YOU JUST ATE THE FLESH OF ONE WHO SACRIFICED FOR YOU

Lion 3: Straight to Video

-Wow, Steven falls asleep really fast.

-Steven, you must be sleeping on your face.

-Oh wait, it’s just the lion.

-WHAT IF HE WAS SEEING THE SUNLIGHT THROUGH A FUR TUNNEL BECAUSE HE WAS SLOWLY CHOKING TO DEATH

-”Why are you here, Pearl?” “Me? Nothing, I just like to creepily watch you sleep.”

Again, because cute.

And then there’s this

-DOGCOPTER’S MANLY F-CKING VOICE

-That’s... oddly philosophical.

-*ADMIRAL ACKBAR VOICE TRIGGERED* IT’S A TRAP

-omfg that’s so fucking fluffy cUTE WAIT IS HE A PORTAL

-IT’S ROSE QUARTZ ISN’T IT

-IS HE CONNECTED TO ROSE QUARTZ

-FUCK. FEELS. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

-*Rose Quartz face sppears* FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK THE FEEEEEELS ASYFGSALDJHGFLASHGFLASHDGFLASHDGFLASDHGL

-yer your mom, Steven.

Warp Tour

-Steven has allergies.

-That’s a rather strong water gun you got there

-Nice flashback to former episodes.

-Why don’t you lot just stick your heads out and see for yourselves.

-Pearl, I detect your sass.

-”Nothing is gonna come through that warp pad” and then... BOOM

-uh oh

-what the crap

did Garnet flipping cry ;_;

-THEY’RE TRYING TO REPAIR THE HOMEWORLD WARP WITH SPACE ADHESIVES

-PERIDOT

-PEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

-I’M FUCKING SCREAMING RIGHT NOW ASHGLHGSAQLHGFLSHDAGLH

-”The little ones are like her babies” Peridot: “Surprise motherfucker. I’ve come to ruin your childhood.”

-What’s the green blinking thing

-GUYS

-THE SHOW’S FINALLY DOING SOMETHING (not to be salty but) GUYS

-HOLY CRAP GARNET’S GAUNTLETS

-GUYYYYYYYYYS HASGDFLHSGDLHGDLFHGSDFLHSAGDFLHSAGDFLASHGDFALHG

#steven universe #su season 1 #reaction #review #text #long #post #garnet #amethyst #pearl #peridot #whoa #shit's getting real #watching for the first time

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royallyprincesslilly · 6 years ago

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Title: Captain America Vs. Superman {Part 2}

Chris Evans X Reader X Henry Cavill

Warning: Cursing, Drug Use (Weed), Adult Suggestive Conversation

Word Count: 7.9K

Note: Guyyyyyyyyys! Aaaaah! I finally did a one shot. Holy S&*& me, a one shot. Alexa play “I’m Coming out.” Hope you guys enjoy this. It was inspired by this.

This will be posted in two parts as this has tipped into the 13k realm. Soo I guess that means it’s technically not a one shot then. Damn.

I know this is not what I should be working on, but I had this idea and had to get it out.

**Loosely edited**

**Loosely Proofread**

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You were up by seven because of salacious dreams in anticipation of the evening ahead. You didn’t know what to do, so you did the only logical thing—cleaned. You cleaned your entire house from top to bottom and changed all the sheets, curtains, towels, and pillow coverings. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. From there you went to the market and picked up something for dinner and some flowers. When you returned, you began cooking, and you didn’t stop until you had more than enough food prepared.

When it was all said and done, it was after twelve, and it was time for your waxing appointment. There was no way in hell you weren’t going to be perfectly groomed. It had been quite a while since you’d needed to think about getting a wax and you were a little embarrassed when the time came. You weren’t beastly, but you weren’t as smooth as a baby’s ass either. The entire time you tried your best to keep any anxieties at bay. You didn’t think about the possibilities or how it would go down and tried to ignore just how thirsty you were right now.

By the time you made it home for the night, it was after five, and you felt renewed. After the wax, you went to the spa for a steam treatment and then got your hair done. Part of you felt stupid for doing it because you were about to sweat it out bad, or at least you hoped you were. You filled the rest of your time setting the mood throughout our home and making sure you smelled and looked fuckable. It had been a long time, yes, but you still knew how to seduce a man, tonight it would be two.

When you saw the sun setting behind the palm trees, your anxiety hit high, and that was when you took out a blunt and sparked it up. You only meant to take a few puffs to take the edge off your nerves but when you heard your doorbell chime you were on your second one. You took three long puffs and held it closing your eyes to center yourself. It rang a second time, and you took up your drink and sank back into the chaise in the corner of the living room you’d set up and designated as your “Zen Lounge.” You took up your phone and shot off a quick text to both of them.

MSG: It's open.

You dropped your phone on the cushions and spread the sheer robe you wore apart so it showcased the lingerie you’d picked up earlier. You then laid nonchalantly across the cushions. It was a bit much, but what the hell, the devil was in the details right. You heard the door open, and with it, your heartbeat sped. After a little while, you heard their footsteps approaching, and then you saw them turn the corner and come into view. Chris wore a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and charcoal grey khakis with none other than Nike sneakers. The man loved his sneakers. He was so chill, but so amazing you loved that about him. You looked over to Henry, and he wore a white button-down shirt with navy blue khakis and navy-blue loafers. He was so put together, so suave and you loved that about him. Not to mention the two were fine as hell.

Henry and Chris stood there gawking at you no doubt shocked to see you like this. You took another drink from your glass of bourbon and sat there waiting for one of them or both of them to make a move. Chris looked to Henry, and Henry looked to Chris, and then they both looked back to you. They both took steps to you before they stopped at the foot of the chaise. They looked over you, and the heat of their gaze set you on fire. You bit your bottom lip, and the two of them split to either side of you.

They both held a predatory look in their eyes, a look that made your mouth run dry. Before you could lift the glass again, Chris took it and raised it to his own lips and took a long sip as he stared into your eyes. You watched him swallow and wanted to be that bourbon badly, you wanted to be in his mouth. Chris held the glass out to Henry, who took it and did the same. Your attention shifted to him, and his eyes held you right where you were. God, they were sexy. You didn’t know if you could handle the two of them, but it was way too late to turn back. Henry held out the glass to you, and you took it and finished it. Chris took the glass and put it on a nearby table, but he stopped and didn’t move again.

After a few minutes where nobody moved or spoke, you groaned loudly.

“Oh, god! You can’t just stand there.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Henry blurted.

“Hell me either,” Chris admitted.

You gaped at the two of them stunned silent.

“Are you kidding me? You two have slept hundreds of women put together.”

“Woah wait I don’t know about hundreds,” Henry said.

“Yeah, I mean it’s been more than ten yeah, but definitely not hundreds,” Chris added.

“Yeah same here, I’ve had my share of flings and things of the sort but hundreds is a bit of an exaggeration,” Henry continued.

You couldn’t believe your ears. You’d told them you wanted them, made a plan for it, here was the night for it, you were dressed in a very sexy lingerie set with quite a bit of skin on display, and there they were debating you about their sexual history. You sighed out exasperatedly.

“Jesus, the point is you’ve slept with women before, you know what to do, how to do it, so do it!”

“Yeah we’ve slept with women before, and we know how to, but you’re different Y/N,” Chris began.

“A hell of a lot different. This is different,” Henry emphasized.

You looked between them and grasped their meaning. This was different. You were friends—best friends; you weren’t some random horny fan or some fling. You looked down, nodded, and rubbed your forehead.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Neither of us know how to be in this situation, we don’t want to overstep, or make a wrong move,” Chris finished.

“Okay. I get it. I totally get it. Okay, so I’ll take lead. I mean this was my idea, after all. I’ll take lead.”

You took another puff of your blunt and held it out to Chris. He took it and took a few puffs of his own before passing it off to Henry who echoed the actions. You took the reprieve to calm your nerves and get into character. You could do this; you were a woman for Christ’s sake.

“Sit. Help me finish this. We’re still us and weed is a part of this friendship,” you said.

They both sat down at the foot of the chaise and passed the next fifteen minutes passing around the substance. The pressure was gone, the anxiety replaced by a feeling of ease when the jokes came out; heavy sighs replaced with buzzed giggles; awkwardness replaced with a feeling of normalcy. Weed was the best thing in the world, and you couldn’t understand why it was illegal. After the fifteen minutes and a round of drinks, you felt calmer and higher. You leaned back into the pillows and uncrossed your ankles and bent one of your legs.

“Weed fixes everything.”

You smiled and heard both of them snort.

“You’re beautiful Y/N,” Henry muttered, his voice was deeper than usual, and it made you look to him.

You saw heat hidden behind his eyes, and it was a heat you felt too. He’d called you beautiful before yes, but it was always in passing; “you look beautiful in that dress Y/N,” “you know you’re beautiful Y/N any man would be lucky to have you,” “yeah she’s beautiful but so are you.” They were all friendly; this felt different. You slowly licked your lips and smiled.

“Thank you.”

Chris leaned to your bent leg and placed a soft kiss on your knee all while never taking his eyes off you. You breathed out and tried to keep yourself in check. He kissed your knee again, but this kiss lingered and spanned the expanse of your knee. Each kiss lingered longer than the last, and when you felt the tip of his tongue against your skin, you shivered. Lord have mercy, you thought.

As you focused on Chris’ kisses on your knee, you felt Henry’s hands on your ankle slowly kneading into your flesh. His touch erupted goosebumps across your skin. Henry moved his hand higher and caressed your calf and in the same breath lifted your leg and kissed the top of your foot. Your breath hitched on your breathy gasp. Feeling their lips on your skin in unison was something else entirely. Henry traveled his lips across your toes before his lips wrapped around your big toe and your head slightly dipped back. This must have been how guys felt during oral, you groaned and enjoyed the complex feelings coursing through you.

Chris’ lips were now just above your knee as Henry worked his way up your leg. Soon both of their lips touched your thighs, one on your inner thigh and the other your outer. You moaned and arched your back, allowing yourself to get lost in the pleasure. Chris’ lips left your thigh and moved to your arm. He traced kisses up your arm, making his way to your shoulder. Who knew innocent kisses could have such a sultry effect. Henry stopped just at your mid-thigh and looked to you. You caught your breath and looked at their faces that were mere inches from yours. The feeling was overwhelming, so you didn’t fight it. You quickly crashed your lips to Henry’s in your first ever kiss, and it was incredible. You felt his tongue dip into your mouth, and it was then he stole your breath. God, he could kiss.

You bit his lip and softly nibbled it. Henry groaned on your lips, but that only made you want more. You tore your lips from his and pulled Chris’ to yours and kissed him with all the desire you felt. You both moaned as Henry kissed your neck at the exact spot that you loved. Chris took control of the kiss and teased your tongue in a slow dance. Your heart quickened, and before you knew it, Henry’s lips were now on your exposed shoulder. The sheer kimono robe you wore before was pooled around your waist. His lips dipped to your collar before he and Chris switched. Chris dropped his lips to the top of your breast as Henry pulled you into another heated kiss. Before long the three of you were exchanging kisses and while they took turns pleasing your skin. The only sound in the house was that of your shared moans.

With one hand laced in Henry’s curly hair and the other threaded through Chris’ tresses, you were leaned back on the chaise enjoying their lips working together against your skin. Chris was focused on kissing, licking, and sucking the top of your breast, while Henry was focused on searing your neck with his hot lips. It was then you knew you couldn’t take much more teasing—you needed more. You sat up, forcing their lips to stop. You kissed Chris then Henry and began pulling at Chris’ shirt. You pulled it over his head and allowed the fabric to drop to the floor. You looked over his exposed skin and bit your bottom lip. He was gorgeous!

You kissed Chris again this time ensuring he understood how much you wanted him. You tore your lips from his and moved to Henry and began working on the buttons of his shirt. Your fingers deftly made quick work of them revealing his chiseled and hairy chest to you. You groaned and kissed him with renewed fire. Chris kissed your shoulder again and caressed your hair softly. You kept your hand on both their chest and felt the rapid beating of their hearts. It seemed you were affecting them just as much as they were affecting you. That knowledge was enough for you to be ready to get a lot more comfortable.

You pulled your lips from Henry’s and looked at the both of them panting. Their lips were red and swollen from your kisses, and their eyes were glazed from their passion. You tried to catch your breath, but it was next to impossible given everything you were currently feeling.

“Did we do something wrong?”

You shook your head at Chris’ question.

“Not at all. Just—let’s move this to the bedroom,” you suggested.

They both nodded and stood holding their hands out to you. You smiled and placed your hand in theirs and allowed them to pull you off the chaise. You stood there and for the first time practically naked. You watched as their eyes swept over your figure. Their gaze further set your skin on fire, and it sped your heart. You turned and led them to the steps and up to your bedroom. As you walked up the stairs, you felt their eyes on you, and that gave you the confidence you needed.

You walked into your bedroom, and the scent of lavender, roses, and freesia rolled out the room. You’d spent a lot of time sexing up your bedroom, you changed the sheets, placed tens of candles around the room and added several bouquets of your favorite flowers, changing the drapes that hung around your canopy bed and ensuring all the tealights you already had set around your room were in good standing. You took a glance around the room smirking at your handiwork; it looked like Mata Hari’s boudoir. You lined Chris and Henry before the foot of your bed and stepped back a few feet.

For the first time, you were on full display for them.

“Wow,” Chris gaped, his mouth slightly ajar. You could see the look in his eye, and it made you feel like you were the only one he’d ever had eyes for. You smiled and bit your bottom lip.

“Turn for us,” Henry requested.

You slowly twirled in a circle giving them the full effect of your efforts of the day and full view of the lingerie. When your back was turned, you heard both of them take a sharp breath in. You bit harder onto your bottom lip trying to stop the quiver. Once you faced them again, you approached slowly. You traced your fingers down the center of both their chests until they reached the waist of their pants. Before you could make any move, they moved.

Chris wrapped an arm around your waist and stood behind you and nibbled across the skin that connected your shoulder and neck. You melted against his strong chest and sighed out. With his own hand resting on your hip, Henry cupped your jaw and brought your lips to his, sealing them in a passionate kiss.

You couldn’t focus on one thing because the pleasure Chris brought at your neck was distracting from the desire building in you from Henry’s fevered kiss. You felt Henry forcefully squeeze your hip and pull you closer to his body deepening the kiss. With your body crushed to his, you felt his arousal press against you. You moaned loudly and dropped your hand to his backside and squeezed pulling him more against you. God, he had an incredible ass, you thought. Chris pressed his body to yours, and you felt his hardened length press against you. You moaned again, eager anticipation filling you.

Chris’ lips moved his lips from your neck to your shoulder and back to your shoulder blade. You felt the dizzying pattern of his finger across your stomach. His finger slipped between the intricate straps of the lingerie before he snapped it against your skin. You groaned and leaned your head back, relishing the feelings they both were giving you.

Henry traveled across your chest, paying special attention to the skin between your breasts before placing soft kisses over the swell of each breast. He attached his teeth on one of the straps at the top of your breast and snapped it across your skin. It was as if they were mentally communicating with each other coming up with ways to tease you more. Chris’ lips kissed across your back across the buckles of the lingerie and down the center of your spin. He stopped at your tailbone, and it was then you felt the tip of his tongue trace the same path his lips did back to your neck. Once there he forcefully bit you and sucked the skin into his mouth. You couldn’t control the gasp and loud moan that escaped your lips. Henry’s lips moved inward to your nipple, and you felt his hot mouth enclose it over the satin material. You moaned again and sank your fingers in his hair, tousling it further.

You knew this wasn’t enough you needed more; you needed to be free of the material to feel his lips properly. As if he could hear your thoughts, he gently bit your nipple before moving further down your abdomen. Once his lips met the sliver of skin at your hipbone, you heard his husky moan and felt his hand snake around to your ass and squeeze.

“Mmmm!”

You felt Chris’ length jump and pulse against your backside, instinctively you brought one of your hands back to connect at the back of his neck to bring his lips back to your neck. He obliged and sucked the skin into his mouth again while Henry kissed across your thighs that were exposed under the still connected garter. You were beginning to wish you’d chosen a different piece of lingerie. Henry stood and gazed into your eyes with his desire changed orbs. His eyes were darker and deeper and ten times more hypnotizing. You bit your bottom lip again and crashed your lips to his.

Taking control of the kiss, you quickly moved your lips over his teasing and tempting him mercilessly. Henry once again brought his hand back to your ass and gently squeezed at the same time Chris cupped your breast. You moaned on Henry’s lips, and it was as if a dam had broken. You dropped your hand to the front of Henry’s pants and nearly lost your mind to find him rock hard and more than lightly blessed by the lord above. You rubbed your hand against his hardness and marveled at its thickness. Henry groaned and squeezed your skin more firmly. You dropped your hand behind you to do the same to Chris. What you found made your knees buckle. Neither of them allowed you to fall though. He was intimidatingly long; you could feel the heat radiating off him. You rubbed against him, tearing a throaty groan from his lips. He pressed further onto your ass, allowing you to fully feel how blessed he was.

“Fuck!” you panted out.

They both stopped and looked at each other. You wondered if they’d made some sort of plan beforehand. Their eyes dropped to you before they slowly backed you to your bed. You felt your heart begin to race as this was the point of no return. You couldn’t calm the nerves you felt, you were about to have sex with your two best friends, and that realization was huge. You felt the soft mattress against the backs of your thighs and dropped to sit. You looked at the two shirtless gods before you, and you felt your core quiver. Neither of them spoke, they were giving you a chance to back out, or dictate. You weren’t going to back out; there was no way. You knew what to do.

You slid back onto the bed until you were sure they had enough space to join you. Henry and Chris looked at each other and then knelt on the bed to you. They looked down at you briefly before Chris dropped his lips to yours kissing you passionately and intently. Henry nibbled your earlobe and slicked his tongue over the shell of your ear. When Chris’ lips descended to your collar, Henry wasted no time kissing you with just as much passion. They were two separate men with evident differences, and their kisses weren’t any exception. While Henry’s kisses were tender and passionate you felt the gentleness of his character shine through it; Chris’ were just as tender and passionate, but they were also forceful and always had a way of dragging out your own deep desires. You could taste his need and feel so much. They were equally great kissers.

Their lips moved down opposite sides of your body, across the exposed skin at the top of your breasts, over each nipple, down your rib cage, across the soft flesh of your abdomen, dipping to your hips and the tops of your thighs. You felt the snap of your garter and felt them both slowly pull the stocking down your thigh. Where the stocking revealed new skin, their lips took advantage, dropping sloppy kisses and needy nibbles. Each kiss, lick, nibble, and suck had you arching your back off the bed and your head backward. Your skin was on fire, your heart pounding and the need in your belly intensifying. Henry pulled the stocking further down and kissed across your calf, but Chris had only reached your inner thigh. He bit the flesh and sucked it into his mouth, and you felt the first stirs of your release.

“Shit!”

You couldn’t believe you were there already; they hadn’t even done much. Henry pulled the remainder of the stocking off your leg and kissed along your foot before putting your big toe into his mouth. You groaned and grabbed your breasts, kneading them of your own volition. When Chris joined in on the torture, you were a moaning and writhing mess. Watching them in action was a memory you wanted to sear into your mind so you could revisit on a cold night. You didn’t know how much more you could take you were quickly venturing out the realm of desire to thirsty need.

You pulled your feet from them and sprang to your knees. They were still taller than you, but you didn’t let it deter your intent. You kissed Henry, then Chris and back to Henry before you finished with Chris. Your hands trailed down their chest and stopped at the waist of their pants. You sucked your bottom lip glancing down at the evidence of how much they wanted you while fighting the urge to lick your lips. You looked back at them and smiled.

“Stand up.”

They stood at the foot of the bed as you moved to sit before them. You didn’t move, you sat there and thought about how you wanted to approach the six-course meals in front of you. After a few moments, you stood and walked behind both of them trailing your finger across their bodies. You mentally thanked their productions for them maintaining their bodies because all the muscle before you was making your hungry. You stopped between them, loving that their eyes never left you. You leaned to Chris and kissed his chest softly. You moved your lips down to a pert nipple and slowly licked around the hardened flesh, ensuring to take your time. You then sucked it into your mouth and nibbled it between your teeth. Chris groaned, and you could hear the difference in his heartbeat. You dropped your lips down and kissed each ab muscle until you reached the top of his pants and the delicious oblique indentations that drove women stupid.

You kissed and trailed your tongue along his skin, savoring the smooth feel of him. You felt the lurch of his length against your shoulder and prompting you to look up to him. his eyes were bright blue and fully focused on you and spoke of yearning. You pulled back and unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, as you pulled it lower you took notice of the struggle to pull them past his need. That was when you licked your lips; Chris’ hips pumped forward nearly nudging his member on your chin. You wasted no time pulling them down and off him.

You could feel Henry's eyes boring into you, you stood, kissed Chris again and turned to Henry. You nibbled his bottom lip before tracing your tongue along them. Without warning, he engulfed your lips with his and kissed you. Soon he’d accomplished distracting you from your plan, and you marveled at the power of his kiss. You reluctantly tore your lips from his and trailed kisses across his chest, making your way to his nipple and teasing them as he’d done to you. You felt his body tense, and you smiled on his skin then trailed lower across each of his abs to the same mind-numbing indentations. You loved the hair decorating his skin. As you kissed the indentations, you worked at his belt and pants, pulling them down and off. You looked over him and then back to Chris. He held out his hand for you, and you took it.

Henry moved to your back and continued placing kisses on your skin. Chris captured your lips with his, and you allowed yourself to get lost in all you’d felt for the last several months. You allowed yourself to enjoy the feel of their lips on you and their bodies curving into your curves. You walked to the bed and pushed them onto the mattress. When you looked down to them, they were both arched on their elbows watching you intently. You walked to the sound system console on the wall and pressed play on the premade playlist. Soft and sultry sounds filled the room; you closed your eyes and took a beat to let the music flood over you.

When you walked back to the bed, you stood before them and began unhooking the intricate straps of the lingerie you wore. Each slow movement kept their attention, and you loved the feel of them watching you. Normally you were a little self-conscious of your body and didn’t really like the attention, but with them it was different. You knew they hadn’t dated anyone with curves like yours before, but you never felt as if you didn’t measure up to women from their past. Here and now you felt confident and sexy.

You moved your hands to your back and unbuckled the bra. The material was already molded to your breasts, so it didn’t budge. As you looked at them, you could tell they were both holding their breath. You wished you could hear their thoughts. You lowered the straps off your shoulders and just as it was about to slip you gripped it keeping it in place. You heard a sharp inhale from both of them and smiled.

“Always knew you were a tease,” Chris expressed.

You smiled wider and swayed your hips to the sound of FKA Twigs.

“Me a tease?”

You smiled and feigned your best faux shock face. They smiled and shook their heads.

“I haven’t even begun to tease you,” you informed with a mischievous smirk.

“What do you want me to let this fall?”

Henry licked his lips glancing over your body, while Chris didn’t answer, he kept a tight clench in his jaw. You knew just what he wanted—what they both wanted.

“As you wish.”

You released the satin and lace lingerie, and it fell from your upper body and hung around your waist.

“My god,” Chris panted out.

You rotated your hips again to the sway of the music and hooked your thumbs into the straps at your hips and slowly peeled it off all the while looking deeply into their eyes. Once fully free from the material you kicked it to the side and stood there completely bare, allowing them to look their fill. Neither of them spoke or moved; they just laid there, darting their eyes across every inch of your exposed skin.

“Turn for me Y/N,” Chris requested.

You smiled; you knew just what he liked. You turned your back and gave him his first sight of your bare ass. Chris was an ass man after all. You’d known it for a long time and happily obliged giving him the view of what he liked the most.

“God, you’re perfect,” Henry complimented.

You turned and approached them. You couldn’t decide who to go to first, it was the hardest decision. You looked into their eyes and saw equal amounts of desire and passion. They both sat up and went for your breasts. Their lips attached around your nipple and sucked.

“Oh my god.”

You knelt there allowing them to please you enjoying every second of it. The feel of their mouths working different patterns and suctions was working wonders, and you felt that orgasm stir to life again. Chris’ hand crept around to your backside, and he softly caressed it before he squeezed it. You moaned and dropped your head back, letting your eyes lull closed to enhance the sensations. Chris nibbled your nipple softly then more forcefully while Henry took a softer, gentler approach, but then they switched. For the next several minutes, you enjoyed the fluctuations and differences of their mouth and fell deeper and deeper into the pit of your own need and desire. You leaned back, forcing your breast to slip from their lips with a loud, wet “plop.”

Pushing them onto their backs yet again you nestled between them and dropped a kiss to Chris and then to Henry. You moved your slips down to his neck and sucked as your hand caressed Chris’ chest and nipples. You moved lower across Henry’s abs and to his hip. You then switched to echo the same actions to Chris’ body. When you made it to his hip, he’d become squirmy. You sat up and back onto your legs and looked to them.

“Off,” you ordered.

Grasping your meaning both men stood on your bed and slowly peeled off their boxer-briefs. You saw the sprigs of rust-colored hair peeking atop Chris’s underwear and bit your bottom lip in anticipation of the big reveal, but he didn’t move. You looked to Henry and saw dark hair peeking out. When you noticed neither moved, you looked into their eyes and smiled at their attempt to take control back.

“You want it; you take it off,” Henry said.

You smiled. That was unexpected, you thought. You trailed your hand up their legs, over their knees, to their thighs and gripped the waistband of the material and slowly pulled them lower. Each agonizing inch made your anticipation raise that much more. The garment nudged on their thickness, and you licked your lips. Tired of the tease you pulled the material down and widened your eyes in shock when their lengths flopped free and bobbed out to you offering everything they possessed. You sat there, taking your time to admire their beauty. When you approached Henry, he hopped off the bed followed by Chris. You looked at the two of them unsure what they were doing.

“Lie down.”

You raised an eyebrow at Chris’ order and smiled. You lied across the bed, your head facing Henry and your legs at Chris. Henry dipped down and kissed you his top lip lining up with your bottom one. You’d never been kissed upside down before, but it may very well be how you wanted to be kissed from now on. You felt Chris kiss across your feet before he moved up your legs and thighs. You felt him slide open your legs before he groaned.

“God Y/N, you’re beautiful!”

He dropped down and kissed your inner thigh then the other and finally kissing the top of pubis. After a slight pause, you felt his lips drop a kiss on your clit. You gasped in and arched your back off the bed, Henry’s kiss stole the sound. Chris kissed your aching bud again and again, each time he added more and more suction. You moaned and gripped the sheets on the bed, crumpling them within your fists. Henry hovered over your body and took your nipple in his mouth yet again. This time he wasn’t gentle, and you were glad for it you needed more. He licked, sucked and nibbled forcefully and rolled your nipple between his teeth. The action sent shivers across your skin. The havoc Chris was wreaking between your legs coupled with Henry's sublime torture on your breasts you finally felt the sudden and toe-curling push over the edge. Your breathing quickened, your pulse raced, your mouth went dry, your vision blurred, and the rapid flick of Chris’ tongue across your aching need was the last thing you needed.

“Oh my god, oh Chris, yes, yes!”

Chris attached his lips to your sex and sucked forcefully ripping and strangled high pitched scream from your throat. A scream that was prolonged ever second both of these delicious men continued the expert manipulation of their mouth. After what felt like hours, Chris pulled his mouth from you and trailed kissed up your stomach until he kissed you, letting you taste yourself.

“Mmmm, you taste so good Y/N. I love your taste.”

You were in so much of a daze you didn’t realize Henry moved from above your head until you felt him kiss your inner thigh. You moaned and tried to arch onto your elbows, but your energy was drained. You bit Chris’ lip, and he pulled away to kiss on your neck. Henry trailed kissed down your thigh while Chris took his position above your head. You looked up and saw his hardness. Your mouth watered to taste him. You smiled and made an effort to move.

You rolled onto your stomach and rose to your knees. You looked back to Henry whose eyes were glued to your ass. You arched your back and bit your bottom lip. He quickly looked to you, and it was then you winked. Turning back to Chris, you looked into his eyes; he looked scared knowing he was at your mercy.

“Have you imagined this?”

A smile teased his lips.

“Are you asking me if I’ve imagined you like this or--,” Chris trailed off.

“Or imagined me giving you the best head of your life,” you filled in.

He smiled wider, and you took that as your answer. He totally had. You wasted no time and tipped your tongue out to lick the underside of his length. He moaned deeply, and when your tongue rolled around his tip, he sucked in a breath and groaned.

“Jesus.”

Henry took that moment to softly kiss over each swell of your backside and lower his mouth to your core. You gasped at the unexpected touch and took your, mouth from Chris’ skin momentarily. You were still sensitive, but it didn’t seem as if he cared. Henry sucked your lips into his mouth, letting out several slurping sounds. You groaned and shivered at how good it felt. You closed your eyes and allowed the pleasure to roll through you. He was unrelenting and setting the pace, letting you know just how much he wanted you.

“You’re right, Chris. You taste incredible.”

You slowly inched your mouth onto his hardness taking care not to touch him. Once you’d reached a little more than halfway down, you clamped your lips around him and sucked. You moaned. Chris’ hands flew to your shoulders and gripped them. You slowly worked his flesh adding little tongue swirls along the way. Each time your mouth dipped lower onto his shaft, Chris groaned and squeezed your shoulders. Before you knew it, his hand had made it to your head to lace in your hair. Your moans and Chris’ moans sounded in the room. Several times you had to stop unable to breath, moan, and suck at the same time. Henry was going to town. You felt his mouth at your second entrance, and you threw your head back and screeched.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!”

Chris didn’t wait, he slipped his length back into your mouth and thrust forward then backward again and again. As Henry sped up his tongue work, Chris also sped his strokes. You tried to keep up the best you could and struggled for a few moments. Henry was making you feel too good to focus. You wrapped your hand around Chris’ shaft and pumped your fist up and down, gradually increasing your pace. You did your best to focus so you could bring Chris the same pleasure he’d brought you. You worked his member using your hands and mouth simultaneously. You suddenly dropped your hand to caress his balls and sunk your mouth further taking his full length.

“Shit!”

Chris groaned loudly and pulled himself from your lips with a loud “pop.” You watched him squeeze himself as he stood back from your reach. You smiled, but only for a second, you felt your second release claim you forcing you to drop your head to the bed and scream into the mattress. Henry stood and watched you sprawled across the bed panting heavily. You tried to catch your breath, but your entire body was on fire, and you wanted more.

“Tapping out?” Henry asked.

You laughed to yourself and turned onto your back to look up at him.

“Not a chance, I’m still hungry!”

You sat up and turned to him lying on your stomach. You gripped him smiling when your hand couldn’t fit around his throbbing heat. Henry groaned and lurched his hips forward, brushing the velvet tip to against your lips. You could taste his complex taste smeared across your lips. You licked your lips and moaned. You kissed his tip and swirled your tongue around him. He groaned softly before you pulled him into your mouth. Your lips stretched almost to capacity, and you moaned feeling a renewed passion. You sped up your lips and focused on the moans and shivers coming from him. Chris kissed your back gently, then kneaded into the flesh of your backside. You heard him grunt and pant as he admired the plump swell of your behind.

“You’re truly perfect,” Chris whispered into your ear before kissing it and trailing his lips down to your shoulder.

You took Henry into your mouth as far as you could and struggled because of how thick he was. He began pumping your mouth before his hands connected with the back of your head, guiding you how he liked. It didn’t take him long to pull himself from your mouth. You wiped your chin and looked at him then back to Chris. He walked around to stand beside Henry, and you licked your lips loving the sight of both of them before you. You laid back on the bed and slide to the headboard. Once there, you beckoned them closer. They both climbed onto the bed and crawled to you. Chris took his place before you while Henry went to your side.

“Superman Vs. Captain America, let’s settle it once and for all,” you teased.

They both smiled. Chris gripped your ankles and pulled you to him. You allowed your legs to drop to the bed granting him access between your legs.

“You’re sure about this?”

You sucked your bottom lip and nodded enthusiastically. He moved to you and kissed you once, twice, and a third time. You pulled Henry to your lips and kissed him before pulling his head to your breasts. You looked to Chris and saw he took the time to sheath himself with the condom you’d placed on the nightstand. He stared into your eyes silently asking you again. You bit your bottom lip, looked down to his length, and waited. Chris settled between your legs and slowly thrust forward slipping the tip of his need into your heat. You sucked in a breath and arched your back off the bed, never breaking the eye contact with him. He slipped several more inches in and then a few more. The feel of him sinking into you, stretching you was amazing, better than you’d ever imagined. You panted and crashed your lips to Henry’s. His kiss soaked up every moan, whimper and groan you let out.

Once Chris was deep inside you, the look on his face was one of pain, but sheer pleasure. You groaned again. Chris hovered over you slightly and slowly pumped into you. His thrusts sped up until the sound of your wetness and his flesh was echoing in your room. You moaned and held onto his forearm. Your mind kept wandering to amazement that this was actually happening, and it was everything. Henry dipped his hand between your legs and strummed your pearl inching you closer and closer to the edge.

“God, you’re tight!”

“You feel so good,” you panted out before you took Henry’s length into your mouth again.

You were enjoying the feel of Chris between your legs and Henry in your mouth. The faster Chris thrusted, the faster your mouth worked around Henry. When you felt as if you couldn’t catch a breath Chris sunk into you again stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves within you. You clenched around him and tore your lips from Henry’s member to let out a loud moan as you came around him. Chris never slowed his strokes; he kept the same unrelenting pace that you were becoming addicted to.

Suddenly Chris pulled from your heat and looked to Henry. Henry pulled himself free from your lips and switched places with Chris. Before he settled between your legs, he dropped down and placed a kiss on your slit, and the trailed his tongue, tasting your juices. He nudged his tip into you, and you sucked in a breath already feeling the stretch. He looked at you searching for any sign you wanted him to stop, but you didn’t speak. Instead, you touched his hand that gripped your waist, encouraging him to continue. He thrust forward again and sunk more into you. His moans increased, and you squeezed his hand. Each delicious inch he sunk in made you spread your legs further and further apart until you had nowhere else to go. Then needing more, you pulled the condom off of Chris and sucked him into your mouth.

You decided to use the need and pleasure coursing through you as fuel to bring Chris to his knees. Feeling all of Henry inside of you; you began to work your hips to meet his thrusts, each time you met him halfway, you watched him clench his jaw. Each time he pulled out, you clenched around him; the combination was enough to make him quake. His body shook every time, and by the way he clenched his jaw you knew he was close. You moaned on Chris’ member and allowed him to slip it further down your throat. You did your best to fight your gag and clenched your throat around him. Chris loudly groaned and held your head in place so he could quickly thrust in and out of your wet mouth. You opened your throat so he could freely slip as far as he needed, and he welcomed the new freedom. He grunted each time the tip of his cock nudged your tonsil and each time he did you moaned making the vibration of your moan inch him closer to his release.

You felt Henry’s body shake and heard a loud grunt before his thrusts became sloppy. Chris followed suit. You clenched around Henry and knew you were close too.

“Uuugh Y/N,” panted Henry.

Then your orgasm took over, forcing your back off the bed and making you clamp your lips firmly around Chris. He groaned loudly, and you felt the hot spurts hit the back of your throat, coating it. Henry wasn’t too far behind with his release, he thrust forward twice more and buried himself deep within you to release his essence. Henry collapsed on top of you as Chris dropped to the bed. The three of you moaned and panted as you slowly came down from your high, slowly your both stopped shaking, and your core stopped clenching. Henry kissed your stomach and up your breasts to your lips. You both moaned into the kiss. You were exhausted and completely satiated, but you still wanted more. You delved your tongue into Henry's mouth and moaned as you intensified the kiss. You felt Henry slowly begin to harden inside you before he pulled his lips from yours and dropped his forehead to your sternum.

“You’ve got to be kidding me Y/N,” Henry muttered.

You snorted and turned to Chris, whose head was beside you his head facing the slope of your breast. He kissed the side of your breast and up to your lips. From the start, this kiss was intense. You moaned and instinctively clenched around Henry’s still buried member. He groaned and thrust forward forcing another moan from your lips. You moved your hand to Chris’ cock and felt he was already beginning to come alive again. You smiled on his lips and laughed.

“Jesus,” Chris said.

The three of you laughed together for several minutes. Henry slipped from inside you, removed the condom, and dropped next to you. Chris turned his body so his head was beside you, and the three of you sighed. Henry kissed your cheek, and Chris kissed your temple. You smiled, staring up at the ceiling. You were utterly content, and you felt one hundred percent adored. It was better than you’d expected.

“Wow,” Chris said.

You nodded.

“You can say that again.”

“Wow,” Henry repeated.

You snorted and laughed; you felt lighter than you had in months, it was as if the stress, anxiety, and tension your body had held on to had evaporated and drifted away.

“God, that was incredible,” Chris continued.

“Makes you wonder if we should have done this long time ago, huh.”

Henry smiled at your comment and shook his head.

“I think it happened at the right time.”

You bit your bottom lip, and you agreed.

“Guess the only thing left is an answer,” Chris said, turning to you.

You quizzically looked at him, trying to grasp his meaning. Henry turned his body to yours as well looking at you expectantly.

“An answer to what?”

“Captain America or Superman?”

You widened your eyes at Chris and his question and pinched your lips together stifling a laugh.

“You’re not serious.”

“Man of Steel--,” Henry began before Chris cut him off.

“Or America’s ass?”

You snorted and laughed loudly, unable to hold back anymore. They couldn’t be serious. You looked between them and saw their straight faces and knew they were serious. Your laughter died down as you tried to form an answer.

“Unfortunately, I need more than one round to logically and confidently answer that question.”

You smiled widely and looked at the two of them who mirrored your smile. You felt like a little girl again all bubbly and giggly, and you loved this feeling.

“Round two, huh.”

You licked your lips and sucked your bottom lip. Henry and Chris looked at each other before they both shrugged.

“Hope you know what you’re asking for,” Henry teased.

“I hope you can keep up.”

They smiled, and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered again in anticipation for what you were sure would be a long, loud, pleasure-filled night.

The End

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