#i’m so fucking anxious i cried about it tonight

[permanentreverie]

@ everyone who went to uni out of state/province: how long did you guys hear back after submitting your high school grades??

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Weaken Me 1

Young Ambessa Medarda x NoxianFem!Reader

synopsis: Noxus was never your home, not truly. But finally you have the chance to leave, and you have the love of your life right beside you.

a/n: there will be a part two to this which will be the final part. also I am aware this isn’t accurate to Noxus, just for story purposes. 💕

One by one you stuffed the little cracker packages into the bag. You contemplated how much to take, worried your estimates of stock weren't the best. But you knew she could eat enough for three, so you settled to take all of them. For a moment, you felt guilty.

These ones were your mothers favorite and you hadn’t even left her a single one. Ignoring that voice in your head, you took one out, throwing it back into the golden pantry. She wouldn’t notice you’d left it for her. You knew that. But the idea of your mother searching for you frantically, anxious about her insolent daughter, with not even a cracker to console her made you unwell. Deep down maybe it was your way of saying sorry, for everything.

I’m really sorry I ran away Mum. I’m really sorry that you had me as a daughter and all I can offer are a pack of fucking crackers. It’s all I can offer, please accept it.

The thought made you grimace, made you angry. And that wasn’t part of your plan tonight.

Get it and go. Get it and go. Get it and go. Get it and go. You repeat to yourself, over and over and over.

Quietly and quickly you moved your feet against the same floor you had your first steps. You grabbed convenient and easy clothes, in the same closet you’d had since you got a ‘proper’ room at age seven. You cried silently as you grabbed the wipes from the bathroom you had your first period. The tears were forced to be even more discreet as you walked past your parents bedroom. You never stopped walking but just for a second you looked at their door and imagined them opening it, apologizing for everything and begging you to stay. Just for a second.

An empathizer for a daughter, the gods laugh at me.

Ever since you were a little girl, you noticed that there was something wrong with you. Most distinctly when you were seven you told your parents that you preferred to stay at home and read, which was of no issue. Initially. Their concern grew when the only books you’d ever snatch from the family library were ones about farming and trivial things as such. You remembered your father snatching the book from you, and placing another one in your hands. The Art of War, it had been called. You hadn’t enjoyed the book much to say the least.

Another time when you were fourteen and your cousin had come over, some dispute turned explosive and your mother found you on the floor with blood leaking from your nose. Your cousin was punished promptly but you didn’t miss the expression on your mothers face when she asked you why you hadn’t hit her back. I didn’t want to hurt them, you’d said. A murmured ‘weak’ was all you got in return. Memories like those made you feel empty. And you knew so long as you stayed here, you’d always be.

The next tear that spilt this time was quickly wiped away. Noxians didn’t need tears, they didn’t deserve them. Even if they were your own parents. With a heavy bag and a heavier heart, you slouched the grey pack over your shoulder, taking one last look at the enormous house you had grown up in. You wouldn’t miss it, not particularly. It was hard to miss a home that felt like a prison. But it had been your only home. So maybe you’d miss that, the idea of what it could’ve been, should’ve been.

The journey to the meet up spot wasn’t nearly as heartbreaking as the venture in your home, this one was a walk in the park. You did well to evade any Noxian soldier roaming the streets at night. Your teachers had always commented that your offensive training was below standard but your agility was unmatched, the one thing you could hold somewhat proudly. So without even a hiccup, you made it to the large abandoned glass house.

It was silent, completely still. Not even the sound of some distant animal or bug could be heard, just voidless silence. It was a bit eerie you’d admit. Of all your times you’ve come here, this was undoubtedly the most un-routine, most risky. As you made your way through the broken furniture and peeled down wallpaper, you wondered if she made it here safe. You knew that she’d always been better than you when it came to combat and studies and yet you clenched your bag tighter at the idea the silence was a warning.

Finally, you made it to the room. It was the same as it always was, dark and cold. You placed your bag on the floor next to the makeshift sitting area you both put together years ago. For a moment you considered going and looking around for her but you knew that to be fully emotion fuelled. It would do neither of you good if you moved around too much.

Besides, you thought, my Ambessa is capable.

She also wasn’t a liar. So you sat complacently on the old dull chair, closing your eyes and relaxing into it. You didn't realize how tense you were until you released your spring trap like muscles.

“ You got here fast.”

You sprung open your eyes, turning to the doorframe, a tall familiar silhouette greeting you. Without so much as a hello, you ran to her. She accepted the hug as always, pulling you even harder than you pulled her. It felt like gratification, having her close like this. She also accepted the kisses you gave her, some on her lips, others on her cheeks.

“ I missed you.” You murmured into her neck, refusing to break the embrace. Her chin rested on your head as she nodded.

“ I’m here now.” It held a gentle She said the words with such finality, such certainty that it calmed you. Finally now, you allowed her the freedom of her body again.

“ So,” you said. “ When are they coming?”

“ It should be no longer than an hour.”

You nodded. But anxiety still tugged at you.

“ An hour? Do you think anyone will notice before then? It’s late but…”

She noticed your mind wandering off, probably imagining emotionless soldiers rounding the two of you up, taking you off to god knows where, facing god knows what. She put her hand on your shoulder, using her finger to lift your chin up to look up at her.

“ Everything's going to go just fine, Darling. I promise you.”

She also said this with a certain finality, in all fairness you were sure Ambessa said most things like this. Even if she wasn’t certain, she spoke as such. So you relied on the love you know she held for you, the respect. If Ambessa said everything was going to be okay, then it was.

It was. You thought. It’s going to go just fine. She said so.

You hummed, shaking your head slightly in an attempt to think about what it’d be like once everything actually did go according to plan. Your mind imagined the boat, being out in the ocean. Then you envisioned Piltover, the large and bright city. Well according to your parents. They didn’t say it so fondly though, mainly with contempt. But typically anything they hated you loved.

“ Here.” Her voice knocked you out of your thoughts.

You looked down at her hand, a bottle of water she offered you.

“ To calm you.”

You smiled at her, raising a brow.

“ Thank you sooo much, my savior.” You joked, uncharacteristically she didn’t reciprocate it, humming and only waiting for you to grab it.

You brushed it off, deciding that maybe she was more anxious than she let on. That was fair, you both were leaving behind a great deal. Your families, both high ranking, wealth and a secured life. As brutal as you knew them to be, your life was set out for you here, you were born with a purpose already bestowed. You just had to be worthy of it.

But you were also escaping a life of emptiness, war, the darkness that was being a mindless soldier. This was the right thing to do, uncertainty was better than what you knew what your life would be like if you stayed. Still, many things are to be left behind. You prayed silently in your mind that whatever possibly plagued Ambessa quelled quickly. You both deserved as much.

Thankfully you took the water bottle, making a point to drink some in front of her. She seemed to calm more after that so you took the opportunity to drag her over the tattered chairs. Ambessa sat in the seat you preoccupied before.

“ Rude.” You joked, hoping to see her relax just a bit.

She smiled up at you. “ Oh hush, come sit with me.”

She couldn’t see it but your heart leaped at the sight. Her eyes crinkled in that peculiar way, hair shifting among her shoulders. Years of knowing her and yet she made you feel so deeply even still. You wondered if she knew how much she made you feel, how much you loved her. Sure, you’d tell her. But in your soul it didn’t feel like something words could portray. To you, whatever affirmations of love you’d whispered to her was a poor conveyment of your being, of your affections for her.

“...I love you Ambessa.”

Suddenly the room was heavier like before, but instead of anxiety it was filled with need. Her face dropped just the slightest as she seemed to almost reach out for you. But you stayed still, unsure of how to move with the sudden wave of emotion washing over you.

“ Thank you…so much.”

You weren’t sure what you were thanking her for. Maybe everything? Maybe for when she held you for hours after your mother made you feel small? Maybe for when she kissed your scars from training? Maybe for when she reassured over and over how much she loved you? Maybe for this very moment? Years of not being seen by the people who should’ve held onto you without doubt made you so weary. And then there she was, loving and willing.

You looked through blurry eyes over at the sacks. She was ready to give up her whole life for you. Ambessa could be ruthless, she was strong. She was formidable in all the way Noxus loved. You weren’t. She could thrive here, she had no reason to leave. And she was giving it all up for you.

“ t-thank y–”

She didn’t allow you to finish your sob filled statement before she was by your side again, squeezing you.

“ shh…its ok.” She whispered.

“ I would do anything for you. You’re my people, you’re my home. I’m not leaving anything behind, so long as I haven’t left you.”

Of course she knew what was coursing through your mind, she always did. You sobbed into her, the tears creating small puddles on her shirt. But she couldn’t bother with that. All she could think about was you. And Ambessa hated to see you cry, maybe that's always why she tucked you so close when you were like this.

“ I love you too, darling.”

Even through tears, you wished for her.

“ Kiss me…please.”

She pulled back, that small smile she always offered you when you were upset adorned her face.

“ so polite.” She whispered before she captured your lips. You practically melted in her at the act, her strong arms so easy to fall into. Ambessa always kissed you like you were fragile, like your lips were a glass that could never be dropped. It used to make you desperate, needy for more. But now all you could do was push back with equal care. Even if Ambessa was strong to everyone else, in your eyes she was fragile too. You couldn’t imagine hurting her, your sweet girl. So softly and so lovingly, you both shared a passionate embrace.

The tears slowly subsided as she pulled away. She kissed your tear stained cheeks, trailing her kisses from your neck to your collarbone. You whimpered only the slightest as she bit at the skin, licking gently over it. She nuzzled her head into your neck and for a moment you thought she was inhaling the very essence from you.

“ so beautiful…” she whispered.

“ y-you’re beautiful too…”

She laughed softly into your skin, kissing wherever your skin allowed room. You didn’t protest when she tugged at the hem of your shirt, her brown fingers running over your stomach. You shut your eyes, lost in the feeling of her consuming you. Flickers of that familiar desire sparked in your belly. Flashes of memories flooded your head. Her eyes, unyielding and sincere, staring into yours as she feasted between your legs.

You clenched your thighs at the thought, breath uneven as she continued. You felt the trace of her smile as she kissed your stomach, your shirt now long gone and chest exposed.

“ Remembering something?”

You huffed a nervous laugh, “ Just…continue.”

“ Where’s my please? What happened to my polite girl?”

The blush on your face was hot enough to burn down the abandoned building and everything in it. And yet somehow all it managed to do was make your lover smile wider, waiting for your response. You lifted your hips just the slightest at the feeling of her fingers teasing your waistband.

“ please bessa, please…”

The desperation in your voice made her drop any sense of composure either of you thought she might’ve had. Suddenly she looked as desperate as you, nodding before she began to pull down your pants. But then your breath hitched and you caught her hand with yours. Instantly she stopped, looking up at you.

“ What if they come while…we’re…you know? Shouldn’t we be ready?”

Maybe this is when you should’ve noticed that crease in her brow, that look on her face.

“ You’re right. I’m sorry. I got…carried away.”

You pulled her hand to your face, kissing it gently.

“ It’s ok,” You giggled slightly. “ I think we both got carried away.”

You leaned forward to grab her face with both your hands, hating the sullen look on her face. She slumped into your hands, accepting the quick kisses to the corners of her mouth.

“ Plus, we’ll have plenty of time for this in Piltover.”

“ Right…”

You stared at her, noticing the way she refused to catch your eye. She looked so upset. Ambessa was never one to mop about such things, and yet she looked so defeated in front of you.

“ look at me,” You whispered. Her hazel eyes drifted to yours but they still seemed so heavy. “ what’s wrong?”

Her mouth opened, as if she was on the cusp of saying something. You even felt the sudden clench of her fist against your leg. You searched her face as if you’d find what she was holding back, as if you’d unearth her worries. But instead she suddenly retracted from your hands, her fist relaxing.

“ I’m ok.”

Wordlessly she pulled your pants back over your hips, ignoring your stare as she helped put your shirt back on.

“ bessa—”

“ Here, darling. They’ll be here soon and it’ll be a long journey.”

You looked at the water bottle that you’d placed down not too long ago. You wanted to ask her what troubled her again but you decided against it. She’d tell you when she was ready. She always did. So without hesitation you took the bottle from her again, being sure to finish it. But unfortunately, unlike last time she didn’t ease up. Instead she took the bottle from you, tossing it into a random dark corner.

“ bessa…I feel–”

She captured you again, holding you in her arms.

“ Please understand. You’re my home…I could never let you go.”

Your arms felt heavy suddenly and yet you managed to cling to her. Even through slurred words she understood.

“ I would never leave you…”

You felt the faint drip of something wet hit your shoulder.

“ I know, sweet girl. I k-know…”

Your arms dropped, the feeling of holding them up making your body hurt. Why was your head spinning? Your fingertips felt numb, your feet quickly following. When you tried to speak again, you couldn’t. It was as if your body was too weak to do anything. Before you knew it, Ambessa was the only thing keeping your upper half upright.

When she pulled back, you looked at her face. You could see two of her, but the tears on her face were so evident.

“ I’m going to help you. I swear. Like always.”

With the last bit of strength in you, you looked to the corner where the empty water bottle lay. Ambessa watched as you hazily looked back at her, a deep frown on your face. One of the last things you could hear were the faint footsteps of someone else. And the last thing you saw was a Noxian soldier lifting you up, the faintest command from Ambessa of ‘be gentle with her’ being heard.

No. You thought. Not her.

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Slumber Party Kissing

Gareth Emerson X F!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Synopsis: The Wheeler siblings are at odds because Mike needs to host Hellfire the same night as Nancy’s slumber party on her weekend home from college. As much as the two of them try to keep the groups apart, intermingling inevitably ensues.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI cursing; alcohol; arguing; flirting; kissing/making out; fingering; oral m receiving (+swallowing); dirty talk

A/N: Y'all- idk what came over me with this one... Comments & reblogs are always appreciated! Please let me know if you like it!

The last thing Nancy wanted to hear is that she’s being forced to share the house with her brother’s weird friends. She hasn’t seen her friends in months and now her reunion is being trampled on by a band of geeks with stupid dice. She pleaded with her mother- begged practically on her hands and knees to please not let Mike have his friends over that night. 

Mike was stuck. The drama club had completely taken over the theatre room with their show coming up- the whole space is completely torn apart and they’ve essentially forced Hellfire out. Eddie cornered Mike, and put the burden to figure out a new meeting spot on him. Mike had no choice but to beg his parents to let Hellfire meet at their house that night. 

So, the Wheeler house was a house divided. Hellfire was corralled in the basement while Nancy and her friends staked their claim to the ground floors. And it worked- for a little while. Until the campaign would be interrupted, giggling girls and loud music from above distracting from the harrowing journey. Or, the girls would hear the screams and battle cries from below- Nancy rolling her eyes and becoming more annoyed with every passing minute. 

You’d been anxious about tonight ever since Nancy told you Hellfire Club was going to be there. Not because you believed what everyone said, you knew they weren’t. It was because you knew Gareth would be there, the boy you crushed on the entirety of high school. You hadn’t seen him since your graduation back in June. Now, what was supposed to be a night of girl talk and catching up with your old friends, is different than you’d hoped- your mind unable to focus on the fact that he’s so close by. 

“Hungry Eyes” by Eric Carmen blasting through the whole house on the living room stereo is Eddie’s breaking point. He slams his campaign notebook on the edge of the table as he gets up. “I’m putting a fucking stop to this,” he exclaims, kicking up from his seat. Mike panics, knowing that he’ll never hear the end of it from Nancy if Eddie crashes her party. Gareth and Jeff are in tow, and Grant steps in front of the stairs, blocking Mike from following them up. 

“Wheeler, can you turn this shit off!? Holy-” Eddie’s words fail as Jeff and Gareth stumble in behind them. You feel like you’ve been caught in something as the boys storm in. You’re frozen in place- standing in the middle of the Wheeler’s living room in your pajamas, hairbrush microphone in hand, singing along with Eric Carmen as off-key as you could manage. You feel like someone pulled the curtain back on you leaving you completely exposed. The girls who were cheering you on have all fallen silent, and Nancy looks like she might kill Eddie. Mike comes bursting into the room, but is stuck in place at the tension in the room. He doesn’t know how to diffuse the situation. 

Gareth didn’t know you were going to be here. Seeing you again has him slack-jawed. He can’t help the way his eyes rake over you. It’s been months since he’d seen you. The fabric of your pajama set looks so soft- the tiny shorts showing off more of your leg than your skirts at school ever did. He’s dreamt about being able to see you like this. He didn’t think he’d ever see you after graduation, and he doesn’t know how to handle himself. 

“Let’s go to the kitchen- I have appetizers I made,” Nancy suggests, shooting daggers at Eddie- shoving past them to go towards the kitchen. She grabs two bottles of wine by their stems from the cabinet and gestures for all of you to follow her. Embarrassed, you turn off the stereo and slip past them- avoiding looking at Gareth at all costs. You were mortified. 

“Come on, let’s get back to the campaign,” Mike tries to urge, knowing that he’s going to be facing hell from Nancy tomorrow when everyone is gone. Gareth didn’t hear him, too wrapped up in his own thoughts- his eyes still following your every move. He doesn’t break his stare until you glance up and catch him looking. He immediately shifts his focus back to Mike and nods in agreement. For now, they all retreat back to the basement to pick up where they left off. 

The group of you stand around the kitchen island, enjoying the array of finger food Nancy has put out. It looks like something taken directly out of Good Housekeeping. You’re sandwiched between Nancy and Chrissy as all the girls resume their chatter. “I am so sorry about that,” Nancy says to the group, “I tried everything to prevent that.” 

“It’s not a big deal,” Chrissy shrugs, “It’s Mike’s house too.” Always diplomatic. “Besides,” she giggles looking around before she speaks, “I always thought Eddie was really cute.”

“Ew!” Nancy says in faux disgust as the group all laugh. Chrissy’s cheeks flush a rosy pink and she hides her head in her hands. 

“Sue me!” she jokes. “I can’t help it, I love the hair and the tats- he’s so hot!”

“I get it,” Tina shrugs, taking a sip of her wine. “It’s the whole rock star look- it’s against the laws of nature for a loser to be that hot. Do you guys remember Billy? He was so hot.”

“He was a total psychopath!” Nancy says, jaw dropped. She leans on the table and takes another sip of her wine. “He works at the auto body shop now,” she continues.

“Mental note to slash my own tires,” Tina jokes. “Oh, he was totally insane- but god, those abs. I would go to the pool like at least three times a week the whole summer he worked there. He was a god. He totally wanted to fuck your mom, Nance-”

“EW! Shut up!” she gasps, waving her hand over Tina’s mouth. 

“What about you?” Tina asks, directing her attention back to you. “Who did you think was hot in high school?” Your face burns. 

“Uh-”

An eruption of screams from downstairs distracts everyone and you thankfully don’t have to answer. The boys have suffered a major loss in their campaign. Lucas’s character has just died a heinous death at the hands of Venca and they are riled up, desperate for vengeance on behalf of their fallen comrade. Dustin has chosen to lead the group to Vecna’s lair against the odds that are stacked against them. The boys clamor and scream as they watch the dice roll. It will be the end of everything. 

“Can you guys keep it down?” Nancy yells, stomping down the stairs with you and Chrissy closely behind, interrupting the game. Mike and Dustin shout, irritated that she's come downstairs to interfere. “Mike, I swear to god! You guys have been so obnoxious the whole night and we’ve said nothing!” 

You rock and on your heels anxiously, not sure why Nancy insisted on bringing you down here. She didn’t need back up. She could handle this fine. She mumbled something about a united front when she grabbed your wrist, dragging you downstairs with her. 

“If you girls wanted to play with us, all you needed to do was ask,” Eddie smirks, warning a scoff from Nancy- but a blush from Chrissy. Gareth wants the world to open up and swallow him whole. He can’t even bear to look over at you. “Why don’t we all just play nice?” He says, eyes flickering over to Chrissy. She giggles nervously. Good god, he was laying it on so thick- and it was fucking working. 

“You’re a pig,” Nancy states matter of factly. He ignores her and he winks at Chrissy. She giggles again, and you roll your eyes. You grab her forearm to shake her out of it. 

Gareth is jealous at how easy all of this comes to Eddie. He exudes confidence, and Gareth wishes he had just an ounce of that. He could say something to make you react that way towards him. He craves that. He wants you to look at him the way Chrissy is looking at Eddie. He’s so wrapped up in his own head he can’t see that the way you look at him is even more intense than the exchange between Eddie and Chrissy. 

Gareth’s hair is unruly from the excitement of the campaign. His curls are everywhere and you just desperately want to run your hands through it. You can imagine kissing him, and your hands are the cause of the mess of curls. His jaw is clenched, probably from the stress of the awkward situation, but you can’t help but dwell on how good it looks. You bite your lip, like it’s holding you back. 

Giving up for now, Nancy glared at Mike one more time before heading back upstairs- stomping loudly on every step for emphasis. You and Chrissy look at each other, exchanging a look, both of you communicating with your eyes before following Nancy back upstairs. You wish you had an excuse to stay. 

Your eyes are covered by slices of cucumber as you lay down on the floor of the living room. As it got later in the evening, both parties began to mellow- for your group, that meant mud masks and relaxing lotions, and nail painting. You all lounged on the furniture or the floor, wherever there was space. You laid in front of the couch as Chrissy and Tina shared the couch, their heads on opposite sides. Nancy sat in one recliner, and Vicki in the other. Ally, Samantha, Amy, Laurie and Becky joined you on the carpet. 

After the campaign ended, the boys opted to stick around and hang out, watching a crappy movie on the television set in the basement. Gareth was fidgeting, unable to relax- you were right upstairs! You were so close and still as unattainable as ever. He didn’t know if after tonight he’d have an opportunity to see you again. He should’ve taken advantage of the time when he saw you in school every day. You’re no longer in his life by proximity. He knew he should make a move, say something- anything. He just didn’t know how he would without embarrassing himself. 

Nancy had easy listening music playing softly as you all basked in the pampering. You were all just talking about nothing- college, work, catching up. You hadn’t seen these girls since everyone started going their own way after graduation. “You never answered my question earlier,” you hear Tina’s voice direct the comment towards you. You wince, grateful that none of them can see you squirm- everyone with either cooling eye masks or cucumbers over their eyes. They would be none the wiser if you could just be nonchalant- something that was never your strong suit. 

“Honestly?” you begin nervously, trying to steady your breath. It’s become so late that you’re too tired to advise yourself to not spill. “Gareth Emerson- since like freshman year when he showed up to school with his hair grown out- I would just wanna run my hands through it all the time.” You expect to be met with laughter, teasing you for having a crush on a freak- like how they reacted to Chrissy. Instead, you’re met with an unsettling silence. You sit up, letting the cucumbers fall into your lap. Everyone else had taken their masks off already, and you didn’t know. You look up and follow where everyone is looking.   

Gareth is standing right there, looking at you with his eyes wide in shock. Apparently everyone else heard someone walk in, except you. This is worse than anything- a million times worse to the awkwardness of the Eric Carmen incident earlier tonight, worse than when you got your period and bleed through your jeans in middle school, worse than when you forgot the words to the pledge of allegiance when you did the morning announcements, worse than when you tripped and accidentally spilled your lunch all over Carol… every awkward thing that you’ve done that keeps you lying awake at night is nothing compared to this. 

You’re so embarrassed, you can’t even think and you feel like the room is spinning. You can’t even say anything as everyone looks to you for your reaction. The silence is killing you. There’s nothing to drown out the ringing in your ears as your worst possible fear is coming true. You quickly get up and rush upstairs as tears threatening to fall blur your vision, and your friends let you go. You need to brush shoulders with Gareth to get to the stairs, and you feel your skin ignite at the sensation despite feeling like the house is shattering around you. 

You’ve resolved that you’re going home. You can’t handle being under the same roof as him anymore. It’s all too much. It feels like practically your entire gradutating class seems to know about your crush now. More importantly, so did he. Rather than face the sting of rejection, in the heat of the moment, you resolve to try to get dressed and sneak out the bathroom window. You decide you can be gone before people realize you’ve left. Before you do anything to put your elaborate plan into motion, you run the water to splash some on your face. There’s a hesitant knock on the door. 

“It’s Gareth,” he says softly from the other side of the door. 

Oh god no, you panic. You rest your forehead against the cool surface of the mirror. Fuck. 

“Can we talk?” He asks, tapping gently on the door. 

No. 

“Uh, yeah,” you sniffle, trying your best to hide it. You open the door to face him. You’re bracing yourself for the worst. “Listen,” you begin, resolving that you will badly lie your way out of this to salvage your pride. “I’m so sorry you had to hear that. It was just like a stupid high school crush. I’ve gotten over it…”

“What if,” he poses, finally mustering his courage, “what if I never got over it?” 

Gareth doesn’t really remember a lot of the things he was supposed to be learning when you both were still in school. He vaguely remembered things, but only because how could he be expected to look at the board when you were so close, sat right in front of him. He’d memorize the back of your head before even thinking about trying to memorize his notes. 

The day the teacher went over Punnett squares? No idea, cause you were wearing that bow in your hair. Covalent bonds? That was the day your hair was up in a claw clip- and all he could focus on was the way it accentuated your neck and shoulders. Periodic table? Maybe he could name a few if he tried, but he remembered that jean skirt you wore so much better. Stoichiometry? Couldn’t even tell you if that’s a real word- but, he remembers that your perfume always smelled like vanilla.

“What the fuck is taking him so long?” Mike finally asks the group. Gareth left to go to the bathroom what feels like forever ago. Eddie is bobbing is knee impatiently that he shakes the table. 

“You should go check on him,” Dustin says to Mike. 

“And face the wrath of Nancy? Fuck that,” Mike says, shaking his head. 

“It’s your house, man,” Lucas points out. 

“You all are pathetic, acting like babies, can’t believe you’re acting this scared of fucking Wheeler,” Eddie is exasperated and his patience has now worn thin. “Fuck, I’ll go with you Wheeler, I don’t care if your sister yells at me.” 

Heading upstairs, Eddie and the rest of Hellfire stop dead in their tracks. The entire slumber party is sitting so still, eyes directed upstairs like they're anticipating something at any second. No one even acknowledges the guys’ entrance until Jeff speaks up.

“What is going-” he tries to ask.

“SHH!” Several of the girls shush him at once. He’s taken aback. 

“What happened?” Eddie whispers, taking a seat next to Chrissy. The rest of Hellfire trickles in and takes seats on the floor or on the arms of the chairs. Everyone is waiting literally on the edge of their seats. 

“We were all talking, you know-” Chrissy whispers, “girl talk. Crushes and stuff.”

“Normal sleepover you know?” Tina chimes in, helping Chrissy set the scene for all of the guys. 

Chrissy asks if Eddie remembered you, he nods and so do the others. Of course, Eddie, Jeff and Grant remembered you. You were all Gareth would talk about outside of band practice or DnD. Jeff and Grant exchange a wary look, not sure where this is going. What the fuck happened?”

“Well, Tina asked her who she had a crush on,” Chrissy continues to explain, Eddie leaning in closer as she keeps her voice down so the girls can continue to eavesdrop. “And she said Gareth and Gareth walked in just as she was talking about him. She was so upset, she darted upstairs before anyone could say anything. Gareth followed her. We don’t know what to do!”

“You let them be,” Eddie says matter of factly. If he could run upstairs and high five his best friend he would, but being the guy’s best friend at this moment means Eddie needs to keep people distracted so you both can sort yourselves out. He goes over to the stereo and looks through the options.

“Mike, your family has shit for cassettes,” Eddie declares, “None of you have taste.” He holds up Nancy’s copy of Rio between his thumb and index finger, dangling it like it’s something smelly that’s gone bad. “I’m disappointed in you, Wheeler.”

Nancy gets up and snatches the cassette from him. Spitefully, she shoves the tape into the player and turns it all the way up. Hungry Like the Wolf starts playing halfway through cause she didn’t rewind it the last time she listened. She turns the volume dial up, and flips Eddie the bird. He walks over to shut it off, purposely agitating her. Nancy stomps over and turns it back on. 

Your hands are tangled in Gareth’s hair and it’s better than you even imagined it would be. His curls are so soft, and he moans against your lips at the sensation when you tug gently. You completely forgot everyone was downstairs until you both heard the radio switching on and off rapidly. You both pull away from a heated kiss and turn to the direction of the door, a brief moment of confusion before Gareth shrugs and connects his lips to yours again. 

You’re sitting on the bathroom counter, Gareth standing between your legs which have now wrapped around him. His hands grip the sides of your thighs, practically kneading at your soft skin. Your lips slot perfectly against his, and it’s better than you imagined it would be. Your hands travel from his hair to cup his jaw and you use your legs to pull him in even closer, until your chests are flush against each other. The sensation is dizzying. 

“Wanted this for so long,” he moans softly against your ear, when you both pull away for air. His lips trail from the bottom of your ear, down your neck and collarbone. “So fucking pretty,” he mumbles against your skin, kissing right along to your shoulder. 

“Gare, please,” you beg, not even fully sure what you’re asking for. Your breathy little plea goes straight to his cock. 

“I’ve got you baby,” he promises. His fingertips dip into the waistband of your pajama shorts and he groans, dipping his forehead to rest on your shoulder. “You’re not wearing panties?” he asks, but not a question- but more like a sigh, like the knowledge of you being bare under your set is too much for him to handle. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he presses his lips to yours again, his fingertips circling your clit perfectly. “So wet,” he praises against your lips, not breaking the kiss. 

His fingers slip into your folds and you rest your head back on the bathroom mirror, your chest rising and falling rapidly- you’re falling apart at his touch. Just like you knew you always would. You’re a moaning, pleading mess, his name falling from your lips over and over again like a prayer. The familiar knot starts to coil up as you feel your orgasm send a wave throughout your entire body. Your hands are holding his hair to keep you grounded as you become unraveled. He kisses you through it, praising you and whispering sweet things as he works you through your high. 

Your forehead rests against his, foreheads sweaty, but neither of you can even bring yourself to care. You kiss him slowly, gently pushing him back against the opposite fall. His eyes widen in surprise as he observes your actions. You move as one with him, climbing off the counter and then you sink down to your knees, eye level with the prominent bulge in his jeans. 

“Oh fuck,” he moans as you make quick work of undoing his zipper and freeing his cock from the restraint of his jeans and boxers. He’s looking down at you, trying to commit it to memory: your wide eyes hungrily staring at his cock, your manicured hand wrapping gently around him. your pretty lips kissing his tip and your tongue licking up the length before taking his cock into your pretty mouth. His hands rest in your hair and he closes his eyes, resting his head back because it already feels too fucking good. He can’t look at you- he knows it will send him over the edge too soon. There’d been so many nights he’d fantasize exactly this- he’s almost afraid that he’ll open his eyes and you’ll be gone. All of tonight being just a figment of his imagination. 

He opens his eyes to steal a glimpse of you finally, and you're looking up at him with these round doe eyes and it’s all too much for him to take. “I’m close- what should I-” he manages to say, but his coming apart only makes you all the more eager. You continue your pace, but you reach up and hold his hips, your nails slightly digging into his skin to keep him in place. It all becomes so overwhelming, and you moan feeling him pulse, knowing he’s so teasingly close. He practically whimpers as it washes over him as he finally releases and you’re still going- working him through it. When he pulls away, you do something he never imagined. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out ever so slightly, showing him his cum in your mouth before you swallow. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes. He bends down to kiss you, cupping your face in his hands. He can't taste himself on you, and he thinks it might be the hottest thing he’s ever experienced. 

A loud, pounding knock on the door makes you both jump. You quickly scramble to your feet, wiping the spit from your mouth and Gareth fumbles to get his zipper back up.  “Can you two lovebirds finish up in there!?” Eddie shouts, “I can’t keep covering for your asses anymore! Emerson, we have a campaign to fucking finish!”

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[lvnleah]

hi, I have another lotte x williamson!reader request maybe r does her acl during a match and shouts for lotte instead of leah. the team don’t know they’re dating because so finding out, leah is a bit annoyed but more focused on the ACL and maybe ends with her saying that she chose well but lotte will still get the shovel talk lol

Off the pitch

thank you for this request!

The game was fast-paced. Arsenal were in control, each pass crisp, each run intentional. You’d been on fire tonight, weaving between defenders with ease, feeding the forwards, pushing the team towards victory. But in an instant, everything changed.

You moved to pivot, to spin past a defender when your foot caught in the turf. All it took was a slight twist and a wrong step. A snap rippled through your knee, and pain shot up your leg like wildfire. You knew right away that it was bad—really bad.

You knew it was your ACL as soon as you’d heard the dreaded pop that everyone had told you about. It felt exactly like what your sister, Leah, had told you it felt like. 

The stadium felt like it was closing in, sounds growing muffled as you dropped to the ground, clutching your knee. Through the haze of pain, your instinct took over, and you cried out, “Fuck!”

The shout was loud, clear, and desperate, cutting through the ambient noise of the crowd and echoing around the pitch. Everything seemed to freeze for a second. Your teammates, who’d been spread out across the field, turned, expressions shifting from focus to alarm.

Caitlin was the closest, and she bolted over, skidding to her knees beside you, her hand going to yours. “Hey, hey! Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?” Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were wide with worry as she took in the pained look on your face. “Do you want me to get Le?”

You shook your head, “Lotte.” You managed to cry out. 

Behind her, Katie ran over, her gaze flicking from your knee to your face. “Hey kid, talk to us, what’s wrong?”

Your breath hitched as you tried to hold back tears, the pain radiating like nothing you’d ever felt before. But you couldn’t focus on them; all you could do was search for Lotte, who was already sprinting towards you from the other end of the field, her face pale, worry etched into every line.

Beth joined the growing group around you, her hand going to your back as she bent down, her expression full of concern. “Hey, we’ve got you. You’re going to be alright, yeah?”

Leah was quick as she called out to the medical staff, motioning for them to hurry. When she finally knelt beside you, her gaze settled on Lotte with a flash of confusion before flicking back to you, trying to assess the situation.

“Hey bubs,” Leah’s voice was steady but tinged with worry as she knelt down, looking directly into your eyes. “You’re going to be okay, I promise. The medics are coming now, it’s okay.”

You tried to answer, but your throat tightened with the pain. Leah’s words hung in the air, your gaze stayed locked on Lotte, who had finally reached you, her face a mixture of worry and fear.

The medical team arrived, gathering their equipment and moving to check on your knee. They asked you a few questions, probing lightly around the injury as you screamed. Leah stayed close, her hand on your head, steady and grounding, while Lotte stayed directly in your line of sight, her hand gently cupping yours.

“Hey, you’re going to be okay,” Lotte murmured, keeping her voice soft. She leaned close, blocking out the noise, the medics, and the anxious murmurs from your teammates. “I’m here. Just breathe.”

You nodded, trying to focus on her voice, on her calming presence, but every movement of your knee sent another jolt of pain that left you breathless.

“Lotte, let the medics work,” Leah said, her voice careful but firm. Her eyes flicked from Lotte back to you, piecing together what she was seeing, a hint of realisation dawning in her expression. She stayed calm, though, as she exchanged a knowing glance with Beth, who had noticed as well, raising an eyebrow.

The medics moved to position a stretcher nearby, motioning to you and preparing to help you off the field. As they lifted you, Lotte’s hand slipped from yours, and she stood back, concern still etched across her face, watching your every move.

As they began to carry you off the field, you managed a small, shaky smile toward your teammates who’d gathered around, each one wearing matching expressions of concern and support. 

Kim squeezed your hand briefly as the stretcher moved, whispering, “You’ll be okay.”

From the sidelines, the team watched as you were taken off. Leah and Lotte exchanged a glance, and Leah gave her a nod that seemed to acknowledge something unspoken between them.

Once they’d gotten you into the treatment room, the medics started their initial assessments, and it didn’t take long for the news to sink in: a torn ACL. 

It wouldn't be confirmed until the scans were complete but it was more than likely. You’d be out for months. You slumped against the physio bed, trying to process the gravity of it all, the dreams that had been shattered in a single moment. 

You were going to miss the euros. 

The door creaked open, and Leah stepped in, taking a seat beside you. “Hey bubs, how you holding up?”

You looked up at Leah as she stood beside the door and sniffled as you tried to hold tears back. She instantly ran to your side and lay beside you on the cold physio bed. 

You and Leah had always been close despite her being three years older. In her eyes, you and Jacob were her babies even though you were twenty-four and twenty-two. 

“It’s my ACL, Le.” You sniffled, “I’m done for, I’m gonna miss the euros. I’m done for!”

Leah wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close as she held you tightly. She let you bury your face into her shoulder, her hand rubbing gentle circles on your back as she tried to offer some comfort in the face of the heartbreak. 

“You’re not done for,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm. “It feels like that right now, I know. But you’re strong, bubs. This isn’t the end, I promise you that.”

You took a shaky breath, clinging to her words, even as the weight of what you’d lost tonight hung heavy on you. Leah’s presence grounded you, a steady anchor in the storm of your emotions.

“So, you and Lotte?” she asked gently, her tone just a bit teasing.

You laughed, though it was barely a chuckle, the reality of the injury making it hard to find much humour in anything. “Yeah… guess the secret’s out now, huh?”

Leah’s lips grew into a smile, “Look, I’m not thrilled you didn’t tell me. I’m your sister. But,” she added, glancing back toward the hallway where Lotte was waiting, “I can see why you called for her. And…I’m glad you have her.”

Her eyes softened, and she tilted her head, her voice warm. “You chose well, bubs. Lotte’s one of the good ones. But just because she’s yours doesn’t mean she’s getting off easy.”

You raised an eyebrow, a bit confused. “What do you mean?”

Leah’s smile shifted into something more mischievous. “She’s still getting the shovel talk. You can count on it.”

A soft knock on the door pulled you both out of the conversation, and Lotte slipped in, her gaze immediately seeking yours. She hesitated, unsure, until Leah gave her a nod, gently slipping off the bed and letting go of you to step back and give the two of you a moment.

Lotte moved to sit beside you on the bed, her fingers reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from your face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her eyes full of empathy and something deeper, something unspoken that made your heart tighten. “I wish I could take this pain away for you.”

You tried to smile, but the emotion was too raw, too overwhelming. “I…I don’t know what I’m going to do without football. It’s everything I’ve ever worked for, and now…”

She took your hand in hers, her grip warm and steady. “You’re still you. Football doesn’t define who you are. And I’ll be here, every step of the way, no matter how long it takes.”

Leah grinned, leaning back with a mischievous glint in her eye, clearly settling in to make the most of her big sister moment. “Alright, Lotte, now that we’re all on the same page, let me fill you in on a few things you might want to know.”

“Oh no…” you groaned, but Leah ignored you, her grin only widening.

“Did you know,” Leah began, leaning closer to Lotte, “that she used to have this absolutely massive crush on her P.E. teacher back in school? She actually wrote a poem about it once. Kept it hidden in her sock drawer for years.”

Lotte’s eyes went wide, and she shot you a teasing look. “A poem? You? And a sock drawer? That’s serious business.”

“Oh, it gets better,” Leah continued, laughing. “She used to practise her autograph in her notebooks. Every page, just covered in ‘future star’ signatures.”

You groaned louder, burying your face in your hands. “Leah! I was, like, twelve!”

“Exactly!” Leah laughed. “I’m just preparing Lotte for all the quirks she’s signed up for. Like how you talk in your sleep—and I’m not talking whispers. She’d sit up in bed, point, and say ‘The goal’s over there!’ or something equally ridiculous.”

Lotte was laughing now, “Wow, I think I’m learning more about you than I ever have babe,” she said, smirking.

“Oh, and don’t get me started on her dramatic food phases,” Leah went on. “There was the avocado phase, where she wouldn’t touch anything that didn’t have avocado on it. Then, one day, just decided she hated them. Had an actual mini meltdown in the grocery aisle about it.”

“Oh please!” You scoffed, “You call the thin chicken white ham! No one could call it anything different for years.”

You glared at Leah, but she just shrugged innocently. “She has to know these things!”

Lotte leaned closer to you, still grinning. “I don’t mind. In fact, I kind of love it.”

You just shook your head, pretending to glare at both of them. “You two are going to be the end of me.”

Leah pulled you into a gentle hug, ruffling your hair. “It’s a sister’s duty, bubs. And besides, you know you secretly love it.”

[gayforink]

you and me from the night before

January 1st - Glow | Prongsfoot | word count: 919 | @taylorswiftmicrofic

A/N: This is longer than 500 words 😭. Hope you like it!

A soft thump, and a muffled “Fuck!”

James shuffles next to him. It's the only thing Sirius can register; the movements of his best friend’s hands, clumsy with liquor. They barely managed to coax the Fat Lady into letting them into the Gryffindor common room after a raucous New Year’s Eve party in the Hufflepuff common room. They expected the rest of the night to be calmer, but their dorm room door is stuck. Remus isn’t likely to wake up at this hour, Peter’s a lost cause, and the other dormitory for boys in their year is filled with a bunch of stuck up fools who wouldn’t open for James and Sirius. Not after the four of them filled their bookbags with dungbombs, at the very least. 

“P’foot,” James mumbles. “Padfoot, I’m giving up. That’s it.” The younger boy pants, slipping down to the floor and looking up at Sirius through foggy glasses. Sirius looks down, bracing his hands against the rich fabric covering the walls. 

“We could just stay out here,” Sirius agrees. The night is slipping into morning anyway; he’d seen traces of light splitting through the dark sky as they rushed to their rooms. The party ran late; one of the seventh years’ last desperate hurrahs against the ticking clock of their time at Hogwarts. They can all feel it; the quiet fear that grows with each day. Remus deals with it by slipping further into himself, avoiding everyone except for their group. Peter grows more and more anxious, reading news of the brewing war like it’s something to pray to. And James–he grows more exuberant, louder and happier, as though his joy’s a life-saving raft, something to hold onto. 

Sirius can’t say anything about it. It’s the only thing he’s been holding onto for the past seven years. 

He sits down next to his best friend, leaning against the cold door as he stares into the darkness. James is almost uncharacteristically quiet before–

A sharp light explodes into existence, lighting James’s face. The younger boy held his wand up, smiling softly. 

Sirius scoffs. “Do you want someone to come outside and see us? Idiot, turn it off!”

‘It’s not like we’re making any noise!”

“Even still,” Sirius says. James eyes him with knowing eyes. 

“Are you okay?” He asks instead. Sirius…can’t say anything to that. 

“What do you mean?” He mumbles after an uncomfortable moment, looking away from the light. 

“You know what I mean,” James presses. “You’ve been off all week, Padfoot. Especially tonight.”

Sirius stays silent. What can he say? That he is afraid of leaving Hogwarts, of growing up into a war? That he is afraid? 

To James?

But he didn’t have to. James kisses his teeth, turning to look at Sirius. 

“When we leave–” And James takes his hand, holding it with a strong grip. Sirius wants to turn away, but he can’t, he can’t. James smiles and James glows. “When we leave here, you come with me. We don’t have to stay with Mum or Dad. I’ve the gold for an apartment.” 

Sirius stares. 

“In London,” James continues. “It’s small, but it’s close to the Ministry and it’ll be convenient. With Auror training and all.” They planned to join as Auror Trainees after Graduation, helping with the war effort. There’s also Dumbledore’s elite crew of fighters; the headmaster had already called the four of them to meetings in the Hog’s Head. 

Sirius swallows, feeling off-kilter. “What about Evans?” 

“Lily?” James grins, all cocky. “What, you don’t want her coming around?” 

Sirius flushes, hoping that it would seem like more of prudish self-consciousness rather than the shameful jealousy he knows it to be. James turns back to his lit wand. It’s better to have him looking away, to not have to face earnest hazel eyes. 

“So what do you think?” James asks. “Will you come?”

There is a lump in his throat. Sirius can feel his eyes burning, and hopes fervently that he won’t cry now. He hasn’t cried in years! 

He breathes through his mouth, trying to compose himself. Sirius ignores the question, changing the topic instead. “Will you turn that stupid light off? You look stupid.” 

“I never look stupid,” James says. Sirius scoffs, but he feels lighter. The seconds trickle away, quiet with the coming days. The only easy ones they have left. 

Sirius swallows and clears his throat. “I’ll–I’ll come with you,” There’s more to say, but Sirius can’t say it, can’t say it now, not to James. It didn’t matter. He can feel his best friend’s joy, an expanding sun, just for Sirius. James laughs. 

“This is cause for celebration, you know,” James tells him. “You shouldn’t be moping around.”

“I’m not moping around.”

“You are moping around. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Sirius turns to face him, stretching his face into a grotesque smile with his fingers. “Am I moping now?”

James pinches his cheeks, snickering when Sirius winces. He’s still holding Sirius’s face when their laughter declines, and he beams softly, tilting his head forward. “I’m serious, Padfoot. Don’t be sad tonight.” His forehead bumps against Sirius’. It’s too much, too soft. Sirius closes his eyes.

“Padfoot,” James nudges. “Sirius.”

Sirius opens his eyes. 

“Smile,” James says. He’s still smiling. And glowing, like he always does. The light weaves warm rays through his hair, making his eyes shine like a thousand stars. So happy and welcoming that Sirius melts into it, without even realising it. The light flickers, bright and warm. Glowing.

And Sirius melts.

[t3kandson]

Three Makes Me

Word count; 4,027

Fandom; A.C.E., The Boyz, DKB

Pairing; Reader X Lee Donghun, Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Reader X Yang Heechan

Characters; Lee Donghun, Kim Sunwoo, Yang Heechan, Kang Yuchan. Mentions Park Junhee, Kim Sehyoon, Kim Byeongkwan, Choi Chanhee, Bae Jacob & Lee Sangyeon.

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, Polyamory, Choking, Oral (receiving) & Rough sex.

Notes; Chapter 6/10 Earlier Chapters found here.

Series written for @lidongsa.

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

There was no way on hell you was letting Donghun speak to you like that. How did he think he could throw this revelation at you and walk away. Junhee and Cae’s comforting words not reaching you as you started feeling bitter about this shitty outcome.

What was you suppose to do with it? You would be lying if dating Donghun hadn’t crossed your mind. He complimented you, been your rock, held your tears, kicked your ass when you needed it. But as often as you had thought of it, you was too far in deep with two other men. If you couldn’t choose between them there was no way you could choose a third.

You twisted ignoring the calls of your name behind you, storming out the apartment in pursuit of the asshole who had just thrown you into a complicated confusing dilemma.

You soon found him head slumped into his palm over his car, Chan comforting him. “I fucked it Chan,” he cried, tears flowing to the roof of the car. “No your confused Donghun she will understand, she’s the most understanding woman I know,” Chan complimented. “I basically called her a whore,” Donghun said raising his head to face his younger. “Did you really mean it?” Chan asked looking anxious for his reply. “No you know I didn’t, I’m just so hurt that since they came into her life I’ve been forgotten. Like I don’t count, like I don’t matter,” he said slamming his head back to the cold metal. “Tell her that,” Chan said rubbing his back. “She won’t listen, not now, she’s better off without me in her life,” Donghun said letting the tears fall heavier.

“How fucking dare you throw this shit on me and think you have the right to run off,” you scold startling them both. Silence hit the air as awkwardness attacks you all. “Maybe you should take this some where a little more private, I think you both need to talk,” Chan said smiling at Donghun as he walked past you. “Apologise to Junhee for me,” you said out to the dark night, “I will,” he throws out making his way back for the warmth of the party you was sure you just ruined.

Donghun opened the door to his car for you to slip in which you did silently. The car ride being more awkward then the pathway outside Junhee’s home.

You opened the door to your apartment, Donghun following like a silent shadow. “Drink?” You asked in attempt to dethaw the icy tension. “No I’m ok thanks,” Donghun said sitting on the sofa as you watched him, seeing him in a new light. Those eyes that was your comfort was the same eyes that right now was burning right into your core. Your memories of the sweet cuddles, you had been very intimate for just a friendship. His jealousy in Sunwoo which was fresh from the start should have been a sign. You orgasming to the sound of his voice hit your thoughts as you bit your lips trying to analyse it all.

“How long?” You asked him as he looked at you confused. “How long have you been in love with me?” You asked as he looked to his hands.

The view of the large palms that held you tightly with great comfort made you want them around your throat. You shook your head, how had one revelation have your mind going crazy thinking of him in this way.

“I always have,” he whispered looking ashamed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You shot out as you sat down. “Because I never wanted to lose you as a friend,” he said as his fingers laced into each other. “But you told me tonight,” you said confused as he sucked his lips in. “Junhee did actually,” he reminded you. “But they was true words that you obviously confessed to him instead of me,” you said tilting your head.

“I would have lost you Suchan and you would be looking at me with disappointment like you are now,” he said tears falling at the corner of his eye.

You moved to sit closer to him resting your hand on his thigh for him to glance your way. You smiled at him letting his features relax, “I’m not disappointed because you have feelings for me. I’m disappointed that you had to call me such horrible things because you couldn’t tell me,” you said as he closed his eyes remembering his words.

“I don’t think your a whore, I’m a bitter old man,” Donghun said biting his lips.

“Do you think I haven’t had these thoughts too?” You said earning his interest to peak.

“Do you think I haven’t been aroused when you’ve held me? Confused even that there was moments I wanted more?” You added as his eyes lifted. “You have?” He asked trying to hold his excitement at your words. “But Donghun Your too late, what can I do with this information now,” you said honestly. “I love Sunwoo,” you added to the pain of witnessing his. “And Heechan?” He asked making your brain process tighten as you thought briefly for your emotions of the very guy who made you feel loved in every way possible. “I love him too but it’s in a different way,” you smiled, “Sunwoo and Heechan are two different kind of people,” you added. “And me?” He asked almost pleadingly. “I love you too Donghun, your my best friend, my rock my everything, again a different love,” you smiled. “So you do love me then?” He asked like a lost child almost. “Yes but I can’t give you what you want, my life is far too complicated now,” you replied. “Because you would never choose me over them?” He asked, his eyes almost impatient for your response. “It’s not that I won’t choose, it’s that I won’t give them up,” you admitted as silence fell on you both.

“Donghun,” you choked as he stood up tears falling from his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said tearfully as he went to walk towards the door. “Donghun don’t leave,” you begged, tears falling from your own. “It was too late for me to tell you how I felt, it’s now too late I’ve lost you,” Donghun said briefly at the door opening it to leave. “What are you saying?” You cried rushing to him.

He turned to face you with his feet in the hallway, “tell me how we can come back from this?” he asked, his eyes closed not even wanting to view you. Your brain becoming numb as your words couldn’t process anything anymore. Sighing he closed the door leaving you to fall to the floor in a pool of tears.

“Right sweetheart snap out of it,” Heechan said rolling off you as Sunwoo came in the bed room with his wash cloth to clean you from their fill of you. “What,” you blinked confused at Heechans words. “What ever that’s fucking with your head either spill it or ditch it,” he said pulling you into him closer. “He’s right baby you’ve been weird the last couple of days. If it’s what Chanhee said ignore him, he knows nothing about us, about this,” Sunwoo said slinking his arms around your waist spooning you. “It’s not Chanhee,” you said as Heechan looked at you with concern in his eyes. “Jacob or Sangyeon then?” Sunwoo asked. “No none of them, different set of friends,” you said biting your lips.

Sunwoo turned you on to your back snatching you from Heechan’s arms as he sat up. “It’s those older guys you hang around with isn’t it, it was that guys party you went to the other day?” Sunwoo enquired. You nodded not feeling you could say anymore words. “What they don’t like what we’re doing?” Heechan asked. “Suchan there just the older generation, this just doesn’t seem normal to them, but it is,” he added leaning in to press kisses against your temple.

“My best friend told me he is in love with me,” you confessed. Sunwoo growled as he kept upright as Heechan’s eyes widened confused. “Donghun?” Sunwoo whispered in almost fear. “What did you say?” Heechan asked also looking worried for where the conversation was going. “That I wouldn’t give you both up for him,” you admitted as Sunwoo signed with relief. Heechan remained in deep thought before looking at you with concern. “Do you have feelings for him then?” He asked as silence filled the air. “If I said I never thought of him in a sexual way then sorry I can’t lie,” you said biting your lip as Sunwoo hugged his thighs closer to him. “So your attracted to him then?” Heechan continued to Quiz. You nodded into the silence as Sunwoo and Heechan looked at each other bewildered with this information.

“Look can we drop it now because it won’t ever happen and now Donghun doesn’t even want to be my friend,” you said closing your eyes before they witnessed the tears that was threatening to fall. When you opened them they both had laid back down hugging into you as you felt secure between them both.

The week had dragged with Donghun not being mentioned by Sunwoo or Heechan. Donghun still hadn’t contacted you or even responded to your messages. Leaving them unread was a bitter painful feeling to endure that had unsettled you since. Your phone bleeped and with little excitement read the message just sent by one of your boyfriends.

Heechan @2.52pm; Dinner tonight on me, be ready for 7pm ❤️

You placed your phone upside down you really wasn’t in the mood for a date night. However, you knew that it wasn’t Heechan’s fault about your mood, you could at the very least make an effort for him.

You answered the door with Heechans favourite dress and make up and was in horror when you saw Donghun standing there. Flowers in his hand and a takeaway had your mind process stolen from you.

“You going to let me in?” Donghun asked pulling you out the brainless home he had thrown you in. You stood back from the door letting him pass through. “Donghun, this isn’t a good time I’ve got,” “I’m today’s date not Heechan,” he cut you off as your mind swirled in confusion. “Heechan came to me yesterday with Sunwoo,” he explained looking for a vase. “We had a conversation and came to a conclusion,” he added fishing the Crystal glass out for the flowers. “About what?” You asked confused, as he went to the draw for the scissors. “About us,” he replied his eyes capturing yours. “Let’s have dinner first and then I can tell you what we agreed,” he smiled as he arrange the flowers that he had stem cut. “Don’t just stand there looking pretty go get some dishes,” he smirked playfully that your heart leapt out in desire to hug your best friend once more.

You set the table as Donghun fished out the Chinese, talking about Byeongkwan and Sehyoon’s crazy drinking contest days prior. He made you feel as if the last week hadn’t happened like you had got your best friend back. But this time those thoughts of holding him more tighter then normal, to feel his body against you, everything that you shouldn’t think of a friend hit you. It was as if his very confession despite not being an option had your imagination floating.

“Earth to Suchan,” he chuckled as he sat down smirking your way. “You look cute when you blush,” he teased with a wink that made your core on fire. “Sorry,” you said shyly as you placed some of the food on your plate. “If I knew telling you i wanted you would have you lose the ability to talk, I would have done it sooner to save the headaches your chatter gives me,” he said playfully. You scowled at him flipping him off earning a deeper laugh as he shook his head amused. “Oh look theirs my princess, she’s back home,” he teased popping some food in his mouth. Though he had often called you princess, the way he said it this time left goosebumps on your skin.

Your silence scared him a little as he continued to talk about what the guys had been getting up to. When you had finished the last mouthful of the feast he had Brought you he looked anxiously at you.

“Suppose we need this talk,” he said pushing his own plate aside as he leaned on the table. “Heechan and Sunwoo came to me yesterday, they told me you’ve not been right since, well you know since when,” he added before sipping his beer. “Anyway we all had a deep discussion, and we all want the same thing, we feel the same things for you,” he said softly. “And what’s that?” You asked intrigued where the conversation was going.

“We’re in love with you, we want you,” he said his eyes widening with desire behind them. “But as I said I won’t choose you over them,” you said feeling sadness in your words being repeated. “What if I told you you didn’t have to,” Donghun said tilting his head as your brows furrowed into the conversation.

“What if I told you if we came to the conclusion as long as you wanted it…. to share you,” he said almost a whisper with little confidence. “So you would have three boyfriends,” he confirmed so you couldn’t get confused. “You’d share me,” you said struggling to claw at his words. “Yes,” he confirm simply as he tensed waiting for your reply. “Why?” You asked as your mind went almost numb. “Because I’ve stepped too far to go back to friendship and I love you too much to lose you,” he confessed. “Donghun you are jealous as hell it wouldn’t work,” you said refusing to accept his happy ever after conclusion. “Your my heart Suchan as long as you love me back and never toss it away then I would bare the burden of sharing you with others,” he said getting off his chair to make his way towards you. “The pain of being without you is far more a burden then a little bit of jealousy,” he smiled cupping your face. “You hate them,” you said still struggling to come to terms with his proposal. “I hated them because I thought they was using you, because I didn’t know them, my judgement was wrong,” he confessed.

“They love you Suchan, they want what’s best for you over there own desires. Heechan’s a really good guy,” he said smiling. “And Sunwoo?” you asked tilting your head knowing the times they had met they barely shared eye contact. “I think he hides behind an image, the reality is more humane then who he likes to pretend he is,” he said continuing to smile at you. “What have they said about this?” You asked head still full of questions. “It was Heechan’s idea, Sunwoo seemed happy to go along with it too,” he replied.

Your memory swiping over Heechan’s set up of the nights date. He really had been ok with this set up Donghun had thrown out. “Look I’m going to go for a walk get some more beers, think it over, chat with Sunwoo and Heechan for confirmation if you have to. If you want this, message me we’re make a toast to our new set up,” he pleaded as he walked to pick his coat up. “But if I don’t hear from you I will go home and take comfort in the beer,” he lightly jokes.

With that you are left with your thoughts and confusions in your apartment. You pick your phone up setting up a new group chat.

You @9.21pm; Ok why? What’s going on? You seriously ok with what you are all proposing?

Heechan @9.25pm; You had the talk then?

You @9.27pm; No shit Sherlock.

Sunwoo @9.30pm; We had to do something, you was miserable.

Heechan @9.31pm; You didn’t push him away again did you? And for the record I am more then happy for an extra person to be added. It’s always fun watching you weak by our cocks 😉.

Sunwoo @9,34pm; You just had to go there didn’t you 🙈. Also I’m fine with it as long as it doesn’t change us.

You @9.37pm; Even if it means less time as I have to spend time with him too you know.

Heechan @9.40pm; As long as I get to watch sometimes I’m fine 😉.

Sunwoo @9.42pm; I’m fine with it Suchan. Only you could get excited about a new playmate in the bedroom department. I worry about you Heechan. 🙄.

Heechan @9.45pm; You love it my chocolate poodle 😉.

Sunwoo @9.46pm; Shut up.

Heechan @9.50pm; So we are agreed you are to call Donghun back and add an extra person to our happy little family? 👏👏

Sunwoo @9.52pm; We are not a happy family. We fuck, family’s don’t fuck! Yes I agree call Donghun back.

Heechan @9.55pm; Stop being a downer! I’m adding Donghun in.

Yang Heechan added Lee Donghun to ‘What the hell guys?’ group chat.

Yang Heechan changed, ‘What the hell guys?’ Group chat to ‘welcome to the family hyung,’

Sunwoo @9,59pm; 🙄🙄🙄

Heechan @10.02pm; Ignore him Hyung he’s just jealous he didn’t have a welcome to the family ceremony. Please tell me our crazy girl called you back.

You @10.05pm; Crazy girl right here you know!!!!!!!!!

Heechan @10.10pm; Good good now go get your man. Donghun don’t forget the condoms we don’t want a who’s the daddy situation right now do we 😉😂

You @10.15pm; OMG Heechan.

Sunwoo @10.16pm what is wrong with you man. Your going to scare the poor man away. Plus we all know she’s on the pill!

Donghun @10.20pm; If you met my friends you would see I’m use to it 😂. Thanks for the warm welcome, though still awaiting an official one from the lady herself.

You @10.25pm; Lady 🤔 that’s a new saying from you 🤣. I was about to message you personally but it seems we are now all open. So that toast sounds good.

You couldn’t bare to read the cringy messages any more and placed your phone down.

In that moment you felt crazy, three boyfriends was going to be out of this world. But you was worried that the third person would force the cracks to start appearing. Deep down you knew it was worth the rush to explore this new confusing situation. Heechan sounded more excited then you. Sunwoo seemed ok, you was sure a third person would calm his concern of an attachment. Donghun seemed to be happy to hold you in any way you could package it up for him. Even though you was worried that the jealousy would be too intense for him.

When the door went you opened it to Donghun’s beaming smile of happiness content. He wasted no time smashing his lips to yours growling in the process. Pushing you to the wall as he devoured you, his hands searched in a deep hungry frenzy as if he had been let out to freedom as a caged animal. His lips ravished you with refusal to stop for you to breathe in air. Grips almost rough around your wrist as it pinned you against the wall. Oxygen depleting, you pushed his shoulders backwards to let the air rush in to your lungs.

“What?” Donghun asked looking concerned, “you know to live we need oxygen right?” you smirked.

“Breathing is so over rated,” he said mischievously before his lips return to deplete you more. “I need to fuck you,” he said between kisses. “I need to make love to you and I will, but I need you so badly right now I am going to combust otherwise,” he said panting while searching your eyes for permission. “Then take me anyway you need to,” you say biting your lips. “Your going to regret saying that,” he chuckles with a wink. “Test me,” you mock as he slides his tongue down the inside of his cheek in almost despair. “Oh I will princess, trust me I will,” he growls.

His fingers finding their way to your pants, he yanks at the material tearing them. “You didn’t like them did you princess? I will buy some new ones,” he promised with his eyes dark with more then lust. He drops himself to his knees as he looks up to you, Desire lurking in his dark brown eyes. Teeth raking up your thighs letting his canines pinch into the skin, he gently bites on your upper inner thigh. Stifling a chuckle he hoists you up by your ass to rest your thighs over his shoulder. While your own presses in the wall, your hands grip his hair as his mouth latches onto your core.

“Shit,” you cry as he suckles harshly around your clit. Eating you as if your his last meal he ravishes you licking up every juice dripping from your core. Tongue slipping up to rub against your walls has your moans start to slip. His deep suction is driving you crazy as you rock yourself around his awaiting mouth letting his nose occasionally bump around your folds. Your high building as his grip around your ass cheek tightens as he drags your heat along his torturous tongue. His growls vibrating up your core is what finally pushes you over the edge, your orgasm around his tongue lets him taste every drop of your high.

Using the wall and his strong upper arms, he hoists you as he stands holding you against the wall. With one hand, he lets his fingers play with his belt and buttons of his jeans, letting them alongside his pants drop to the floor. Returning his hands to help lower you so your legs are around his waist instead, he thrusts against you, his hardened member connecting with your throbbing heat.

Lips crashing with yours as he draws the movement out to enjoy every second of your tongues and lips meeting. Hands positioning himself he guides you down his shaft, cry’s leaving your throat spills as he splits your heat too. You can tell from your struggling core that his girth is quite chunky. He lets the slide continue with a slower pace to help you accommodate him, letting his kisses wash down your cry’s.

Once he knows your ready he has no mercy on you, making the tears fall once more. Harsh thrust against you being more intense due to the wall not letting you freedom to move. The pain doesn’t last long as it’s accompanied with the tingling wave of pleasure. Your walls clenched around his member as deep moans escaped his lips, “I so need to cum in you, I want to fill you up,” he growls as his lips clamp around your neck.

Marking you up with a necklace between his thrusts, his hands rest above them. “I want to choke the prettiness out you princess,” he threatens and his desire fires a heat in the Pit of your stomach. “Do it,” you cry wanting him to own you in every way possible.

His hands grip around your throat gently at first till he knows your enjoying it just as much as he is. The grip tightens as he feels your walls cling to his meaty member fucking you hard and crazy. Thighs trembling you know your high nears and the sounds of your moans spurs his own chase on. The grip tightening around your throat and the hip he is hoisting you up with. A growl leaves his throat and it’s enough to undo you as you crash into the oblivion that he has thrown you in. White stars clouding your vision as you cry through your comedown. It spurs him into his very own as he fills you with streams of his hot seedy cum, condom long forgot.

Panting over his shoulder his lips crash back to yours, peace and contentment on his face as he loses himself to you. His member twitching inside you letting you know you won’t be sleeping the rest of the night.

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[deetalkstonoone]

A really fun thing with my depression is when I can feel it coming on. Like now for example.

Today I had a good day. Talked with friends, work was chaos and so busy but it was good, I achieved everything I needed to and more. And then I talked for friends more and enquired about getting tattooed soon. Arranged to watch the football tonight with my brother. All good things right? Right?

Try telling my fucking brain that.

I felt it start, maybe 30/40 minutes ago, the way it always does with a heavy feeling in my chest. So I messaged a few friends and watched some funny reels. I walked my dog and enjoyed the fresh, but fucking cold, air. I made food, I drank water and made tea.

And yet I find myself now, after doing all of that, with the heavy feeling spreading through my entire body. The anxious and negative thoughts are here, quieter than they can be but still difficult to shut out.

I’ve had a good day I did the things I’m supposed to and still the darkness comes. I’d probably feel better if I cried but, unlike some people I know, I look horrendous after crying. And my brother will be calling me in the next hour and I don’t want him to know I’ve cried.

I want to enjoy the football with him and not be this depressed fuck who ruins everything. It’s so tiring and it’s so frustrating. I just want to be happy. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me. I just want to feel happy.

[angelst4re]

hiya!! i miss u sooo much and hope you’re doing okay!! could you maybe write something where jamie and reader are sleeping together but reader wakes up in the middle of the night feeling really anxious and having a panick attack because of the fight she had with her dad the night before and she can’t breathe so she goes to the balcony of their room to get some fresh air and try to stop crying. jamie wakes up a few minutes later missing her in bed so he notices she’s feeling bad and goes to comfort her? 🥺 thanks!!

hi love!! i'm doing okay :) and this idea is just so <33 i really wanted to write and post it tonight so it's quite short but also quite sweet <3

Midnight Rain- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: it's in the request :)

warnings: tw for abusive/alcoholic parents :/

note: yes, the title is a taylor swift reference again, i just didn't know what to title this fic haha!

“You stupid bitch,” he spat, picking up the glass beer bottle beside him, “what have I told you about waking me up?” 

“No, d-dad, don’t do this, please! I’m sorry! I just wanted to see if you were still alive for fucks sake!” You cried, backing away from your father before he threw the bottle in your direction, shattering into tiny pieces as it hit the wall. You were shaking from head to toe, consumed by fear. He was going to kill you. 

You gasped for air as you woke up, your hands trembling and your body glowing in sweat. You couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t you breathe? You swung your legs off the side of the bed and dashed towards the balcony door, your fingers trembling as you reached for the handle. 

You stepped out, ignoring the rain pouring down, more worried that your legs would give out beneath you with every step you took. You finally took a deep breath, gripping the railing so hard your knuckles were turning white. You squeezed your eyes shut as you steadied your breathing, and that’s when you realised you had been crying. You lift a shaky hand to wipe your undereyes, but someone else had gotten there first. 

“Jamie,” you whispered, your voice was shaky as you spoke, “go back to bed, I-I’ll come back in a moment, I j-just-” 

Before you could finish speaking, he pulled you towards him, your face buried in his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair. His chin rested on top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you. 

You had told him about your fight with your father the previous night, and he comforted you, calmed you down and assured you that everything would be okay. He always knew how to make you feel better, he made you feel safe. 

“Bad dream?” He asked, gently. You looked up to see his hair now damp, his t-shirt also soaked from both the rain and your tears. 

You nodded your head, not wanting to talk about it- not yet at least. 

“Why don’t you come back to bed, darling? It’s cold out here and neither of us are dressed for the rain,” he chuckled, “let’s get you into some warm pyjamas, yeah?”

You nodded your head, again, and followed him back into the bedroom. You watched as he took his top off, throwing it to the corner of the room and taking a hoodie out from the drawer, but instead of putting it on he put it on the bed and stepped towards you, motioning you to lift your arms up. 

You lifted your arms up and he gently grabbed the bottom of your t-shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it into the corner where his wet t-shirt was. He sat you down on the bed and helped you into his hoodie, kissing you on the forehead before going to get some bottoms. He picked out a pair of black joggers and laid them on the bed beside you. 

You stood back up and he helped you out of your shorts, as you stepped out of them, you grabbed onto his shoulder for support before sitting back down on the bed. He then helped you put the joggers on, his hand lingering on your waist for longer than it should have, but you didn’t mind, you craved physical contact right now, you didn’t want him to leave. But you feared he would as he picked up the damp clothes. 

“I’ll take these down to the-”

“No,” you finally spoke, “we can sort that out in the morning. I just… Can we go back to bed? I’m tired and I don’t want you to leave and I just want to cuddle.” You admitted, your face flushing in embarrassment, but Jamie found it cute. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiled softly, dropping the clothes before making his way over to the bed. 

He pulled the covers back and you both slid in, you shuffled closer to him as he pulled the covers back up over the both of you. He pulled even closer towards him, you could feel the warmth of his chest as you smiled into his skin. He placed a kiss on your shoulder just before you drifted into sleep, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’, to which then you heard an ‘I love you.’

[valaryswrites]

hiiiii

could you write something like unrequited love with remus? maybe your both in the order and he starts to see tonks and you can’t deal with seeing them- something super angsty xx

- 🌙

🪐 where your affair with remus is finally over.

warnings: angst, english is not my mother language

You were right there when it happened. You could see the Weasley twins laughing at Mundungus Fletcher’s adventures, Ginny trying to catch Harry’s attention, Ron and Hermione screaming at each other… However, all your senses were there, focusing only on what Molly said to Artur.

“He will ask her out tonight!” The woman said to his husband, without noticing you were right next to them.

You knew what Molly was talking about; not because of your previous suspicions, but for that throbbing pain in your chest.

Remus Lupin fell for Nymphadora Tonks, and unfortunately, you were there when it happened.

Years ago, you could see yourself growing old next to him, loving him, and receiving exactly the same.

But now, it was just you. You were the one loving, and the one with a shattered heart. And he was right there, laughing with old friends, without caring about your heartbeat.

“Are you there, bunny?” Sirius asked in front of you, making you come back from a dark place inside your mind.

“Oh, yes.” You assured with a smile. A false one, of course.

“You’ve been quiet.” He said, sitting and facing you. “And that’s weird. You’re loud as fuck.”

You laughed a little, but this time was sincere.

“I’m a little bit tired, Pads.” You confessed. “Nothing to worry.”

Liar.

The smell of sweet potatoes invaded your nostrils, making you salivate. You were hungry.

Or maybe anxious.

A big and colorful plate landed in front of you, and when you were ready to devour it, the door rang.

And it was over. You knew who it was, and you knew that delicious plate was going to get cold that night.

Tonks made her appearance and everyone smiled at her. You felt guilty for being serious; you liked her.

She was funny and smart, and you loved her hair and stories. Everything about her felt fine, except for the eyes of the young man that you loved to the bone, the eyes that weren’t looking at you anymore.

Sirius noticed; he was drunk, but not stupid.

You took a glance at the table; all the seats were taken, except for the one next to Remus Lupin.

And you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Excuse me.” You said while standing up, smiling and making a silly face, trying to convince everyone that you were going to the bathroom.

It was kind of true; you went to the bathroom, and you cried over the sink, looking at your reflection in that old mirror; a broken reflection.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and you couldn’t cover your face, Lupin was there, now closing the door behind him.

“It’s okay, you can leave.” You told him. It wasn’t okay, but he could leave. He did it years ago.

“Sirius told me to come get you.” He said. “I don’t want you to feel bad, I’ll leave so you can have dinner in peace.”

You wiped away some tears with your hands and smiled at him, sincerely.

“It won’t fix me.” You assured.

He was silent, leaning against the wooden door and with his hands hidden behind his back.

“Remus.” You whispered. “Go.”

“It’s because of me?” He asked. “Because of her?”

“You can name her.” You said. “Don’t keep her as a secret.”

“Answer me.” He ordered. “It’s because of me and Tonks?”

You smiled, looking at your feet. He named her. Unlike you, she wasn’t a secret.

“Yes.” You confessed. “I feel terrible, and there’s nothing to do.”

You were both in silence for a minute, or maybe two.

“I went on.” He whispered. “I went on with my life. You wanted that.”

“I know.” You said. “But I can’t help it; it hurts.”

“You left me.” Lupin said, taking a step towards you. “Why would you do this to me when you were the one that left me?” His voice sounded a little broken, but still firm.

“Do you think I want to feel this?” You asked. “This miserable?”

“You left me, god damn it!” He said, loud. Lupin eyes were focused on yours, but yours were on the ground. “Look at me.”

Your lack of response made him grab your chin and lift up your face. Now you were looking at him, and his eyes were bright, wet.

“I loved you for years.” He whispered. “I loved you to exhaustion.” A single tear left one of his eyes but he chose to wipe yours with his thumb. “I waited for you. I waited twenty eight full moons.” He swore. “And I think of you so much… but I don’t love you anymore.”

[jungwonenthusiast]

hii can i request bestfriends heeseung and y/n who have never done anything together but one night while having a sleepover things just go in that direction 👀👀👀 (using prompts 8 & 12 please🥺)

A/N: this is such a cute concept i love it (u didn’t specify who says what so i chose lol i hope thats okay, I also made hee a soft dom)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, cock warming

Word count: 3k

You tap lotion onto your face as Heeseung pulls his sheet mask off. He pats the remaining product into his skin.

“You don’t even need that,” you roll your eyes. “Your skin is already perfect.”

“Jealous?” he teases.

“Yes, I one hundred percent am.” you admit and he chuckles.

You finish up in the bathroom and then plop onto your bed. Heeseung leans over you and grabs the remote on your nightstand. He clicks to Bojack Horseman as always then lays down next to you, scrolling through his phone.

You kick him in the shin. “Gimme some space.”

He frowns and sprawls himself on top of you. “What, you don’t wanna love on me?”

You laugh and try to push him off. “I feel violated.”

He rolls away, chuckling.

You’re scrolling through tiktok together when a video of someone joking about porn comes up. You cackle and Heeseung looks at you.

“How do you know about that?” he asks, wide eyed.

“What do you mean?” you ask awkwardly.

“Do you watch porn?” he asks and you turn away from him, giggling.

“That’s a very private question.” you say, covering your face with your hands.

“So you do!” he exclaims and he’s blushing too.

You guys talked about sex occassionaly, only when you were sharing stories about hook ups though.

“What kind do you watch?” he says, only half joking and you punch him in the shoulder.

“That’s an extremely private question.” you say.

“I thought we were for lifers.” he replies and you laugh.

If he were a female friend you wouldn’t hesitate to tell her all of this, but for some reason he made you shy. You still remember when you became aware that he was a guy. It was the summer before tenth grade when he grew three inches, his voice dropped, and his shoulders began to broaden. It was the summer you became more aware of his masculinity and ever since then, things kind of changed. Not for the worse, things are just different now. 

You continue to scroll when another scandalous tiktok comes up. It said something about wanting to be dominated and taken control of.

You groan. “Why do I keep getting these things?”

“The for you page gives you things that it knows you’d like.” he remarks and you scrunch your nose at him. “What? I think it was pretty hot.”

You choke. “You’re a bottom?”

“No!” he guffaws. “I meant to be the giver in that situation.”

“Ohhh,” you say, trying not to get too embarrassed. The thought of him doing that to someone drove you a little insane.

“Are you?” he asks and you shove him.

“You weirdo.” you accuse and he holds his hands up.

“I just think best friends should know these things about each other.”

You shrug him off and turn your phone off. “I don’t trust my phone anymore, let’s watch yours.”

You scoot over to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

He scoffs. “I thought you wanted space?”

“Are you complaining?” you tease.

“Of course not.” He fake yawns to get his arm around you and you cackle.

He taps a gentle beat onto your shoulder while scrolling through instagram. You can’t help but tense up in his embrace. He had been a bit more touchy than usual lately; random hugs, playing with your fingers, adjusting your clothes, and tying up your shoelaces whenever he could.

“Wow I do not like this.” he says at someone’s prom outfit.

“Me neither,” you frown. “It’s kind of outdated.”

“When’s our prom?” he asks.

“I think in a month.”

“We’re going together right?” he asks and your heart skips a beat. You figured that you’d go together but him asking you made you anxious.

“Yeah,” you try to sound confident.

“Are we gonna coordinate our outfits?” he lightly squeezes your side and you squeal.

“But we’re not going as a couple.” you say and he rolls his eyes.

“So? It’d be weird to show up together with mismatched outfits.” he says and you nod in agreement. “Do you have an idea of what you wanna wear?” he asks.

“I think I wanna go more simple and do black.” you say and he groans.

“You always wear black dresses.”

“And? I look hot in them.” you defend.

“You’re right you’re right.” he accepts defeat and you giggle.

As the night goes on you slowly slump further into Heeseung’s side. At one point his arm goes numb so you scooch in front of him and rest your back against his chest. You’ve gotten used to being so close to him, and at this point you just wanted more.

His arms are wrapped loosely around you as you watch Coraline on the tv. He reaches up to run his hand through his hair but instead punches you decently hard in the boob. You yelp and hold your chest.

“Ahh! Sorry sorry!” he holds your shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

You can’t help but laugh through your pain. “Trying to make me lose a boob or something?”

“Noo, no I’m sorry, forgive me.” he asks, sounding genuinely worried.

Sure you were exaggerating your reaction, but what’s wrong with having a little fun with him.

You elbow him in the side and he cries out.

“Revenge.” you say with a smug smile.

He waits a moment before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back. He’s always stronger than you would’ve guessed. You yell as he climbs on top of you and begins to tickle your sides.

You kick around and try to push him off but he won’t budge.

“Get off, I’m dying!” you cackle from his relentless tickling.

“You asked for it.” he says.

“I thought we promised no tickle fights?” you grab a pillow to protect yourself but he’s quick to chuck it away.

“I had my fingers crossed.” he jokes.

You muster all of your strength and hook your leg around him to get him onto his back, a trick Jungwon taught you.

Without thought, you climb on top of him and pin his hands down. It take you a moment to realize what position you’re in. You both freeze for a second before bursting out laughing.

You fall onto your back, holding your chest.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, laughing. “Some fifty shades of gray type of shit.”

You kick him in the shoulder. “I’m sorry!” you say through a fit of giggles. You try to push yourself up but your legs are bent in a way that makes it a little tough. Heeseung assists you and pulls you up into a sitting position by your waist.

You’re still giggling a bit when you feel his nose brush against yours.

“Hi.” you whisper and he waits a moment before gently pushing his lips against yours. Your heart leaps into your throat but you try to stay calm as possible.

He pulls away (to your disappointment) and looks at you with wide eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-” he says and before he can finish your hold his face and kiss him back. His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you flush against him.

You can’t believe that this is happening. You wonder if all the things you’ve fantasized about would happen tonight. Of course not, you’re crazy, you think. But you could already imagine with hands adventuring your body, touching you just how you like it.

Your fingers dip into the back of his shirt collar. You’re barely touching his skin, but it still feels so special.

His lips move to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. Your breath becomes increasingly ragged as his kisses become more open mouthed and messy.

He looks up at you. “Is this okay? Like do you want this?”

You nod eagerly and he smiles. “Cute.” he says to himself.

He gently rests you onto your back and traces your waist before pushing your top up. He peppers kisses all over your stomach and ribs before getting to the band of your bralette.

You blush. “I would’ve worn something nicer if I knew this was gonna happen.”

He shakes his head. “I like it, it’s pretty.”

You tug your shirt over your head along with your bra. He lets out a small gasp and you rush to cover yourself.

“Wait, no no.” he pulls your hands away.

“You’re making me shy.” you turn your head away and he chuckles.

“So perfect.” he says before softly kissing your chest.

You let out a small moan while running your fingers through his hair.

He slowly runs his tongue over your nipples while rubbing your sides. You can feel wetness starting to pool in your underwear.

You instinctively swivel your hips, looking for some kind of stimulation and he smiles.

“Do you need something?” he asks teasingly and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah,” you answer.

“What is it?”

You shake your head out of embarrassment.

“Well you’re gonna have to tell me or I’m just gonna leave you like this.” he says nonchalantly and you sigh.

You swallow your pride. “Touch me, please?”

“Attagirl.” he says and tugs your shorts off. “Show me how you like it.”

Your eyes widen. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” he says. “Show me first.”

You breathe in nervously before sliding your hand into your underwear. You circle your clit once and do your best to hold in a moan. He pulls your underwear to the side to watch you.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asks. “When you’re home alone and it’s late at night?”

You nod sheepishly and he smiles. “What do you imagine?”

“I’m not telling you,” you blush. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. If you tell me, I'll tell you what I think about too.” he suggests and you accept the deal.

“I-I imagine my fingers being yours,” you swallow thickly.

“Mhm,” he encourages you while gingerly kissing your thighs.

“And,” you hesitate for a moment. “I imagine your tongue on me, and you filling me up. What about you?”

He smiles. “I imagine touching you like this,” he rubs his hands down your thighs and reaches up to pinch your nipples. “I imagine kissing you here,” he kisses your inner thigh, “and here,” he kisses you so close to where you need him the most and you quiver. He grabs your hand and pushes your fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widen and he smirks. “You taste good.”

You nearly cum just from seeing and hearing that.

“I imagine doing this.” He lowers his head and licks a gentle stripe up your pussy. Your thighs snap around his head and he pushes them back open.

“Relax sweetheart, let me make you feel good.” he says before delving into you. Your back arches off the bed right away and your fingers find his hair. Goddamn he’s good.

He circles his tongue on your clit, hungrily but still gently.

“Fuck,” you exhale and he smiles.

He pushes a finger into you with ease and soon adds another. You roll your hips against his tongue as his fingers pump in and out of you. You whimper as the overwhelming pleasure runs through your body.

“Oh my god,” you squeak as your legs begin to shake. Already? You think.

His fingers stay at a steady pace as he messily sucks on your clit. You tug at his hair and he moans into you.

“Please don’t stop.” you beg and he obeys.

Your hips begin to lift off the mattress and he pins you down, keeping you in place. Your orgasm pours through you like sweet syrup, leaving you trembling under him.

He comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself. You wipe your juices off his chin with your thumb then lick it off.

He watches you in awe. “God you’re hot.”

You pull his hoodie over his head and push him onto his back. Your fingers trace his shoulders, then his waist, and every muscle on his torso. You kiss him down to the band of his sweats before pulling them down along with his Calvins.

His cock springs up and hits his lower stomach. You slowly kiss up his shaft then waste no time getting him in your mouth. He hisses and caresses your hair.

He hits the back of your throat every time you bob your head but you don’t care. His head drops back with a tempting moan.

“Fuck you’re good.” he says with a small smile.

You stroke the inches you can’t reach with your hand.

You wish you could imprint this image of him in your mind: his head lulling back, his adam's apple bobbing every time he swallows, his brows furrowing, his mouth parting open. You’re almost tempted to take a photo.

You take him all the way into your throat and swallow around him. The moan he lets out sounds better than a song.

You look up at him and watch him rake his hand through his hair. His abs contract every time you come down on him.

“Just like that,” he purrs, sending heat straight to your core.

You feel so dirty with your spit dripping down your chin but at the same time, it feels so good.

“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Sucking this cock so well.”

You nod at him and he smiles.

“Come here,” he pulls you into a position where he can reach you better and squeezes your ass. He tenderly traces his fingers down your spine before slowly pushing two fingers into you. You whine on his cock and he smirks.

“Still so wet.” he says while slightly curling his fingers, you jolt and he chuckles. “Feels good huh?”

You nod and he pets your hair. “Keep going, that’s it.”

His fingers pick up the pace as your sucking and licking becomes more sloppy.

His moans become more desperate and when he expects you to pull off you keep your head down, taking his cum down your throat.

“Did you just swallow?” he asks you, still breathing heavy.

You nod with a smile and he pulls you into a passionate kiss.

He flips you onto your back, eagerly kissing down your body before lining himself up with your entrance.

“Fuck me please,” you exhale and he smiles.

“Of course,” he pushes into you and you whine from the feeling. He stretches you out just right. “God you have good pussy.” he moans and you giggle.

He leans down to kiss you and you whimper into his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” you plead and he kisses your neck, sucking and nibbling to leave a hickey. “People are gonna see.” you say and he smiles.

“That’s the point.” he says. "Don’t you want people to know how good you are for me?”

You blush and nod.

“Give me one too sweetheart.” he says softly while leaning over you.

You rub up and down his sides while gently biting and licking at his neck, leaving a pretty red blush on his neck.

His fingers trail down to circle your clit while grinding his hips into yours. Your eyes roll back as he does so and he smiles. He can’t stop thinking about how captivating you are. He can’t take his eyes off you. Which gives him an idea.

He grabs your jaw and turns it to the mirror next to your bed. “Look at yourself.” he says.

Your heartbeat quickens, not used to seeing yourself in this state.

“Look how good you take it.” he says and you can’t deny it, you look hot as fuck.

He looks at you watching his cock disappear in and out of your cunt. You drag your hands over your waist and go to roll your nipples between your fingers.

His fingers are so slick on your clit from your juices and everything feels so good that you can’t really believe it.

He grabs onto the headboard for leverage and he looks so fucking good like this. Ever since he turned your head to the mirror, you can’t look away. You only turn to face him when your legs begin to shake and the fire in your stomach starts to dance.

“Please don’t stop,” you say with sparkling eyes. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me sweetheart,” he says right by your ear. “Be good.”

That alone sends you over the edge.

You’re back arches and your eyes roll back as your orgasm surges through you. He moans into your neck as he releases into you. You’re still pulsing around him when he finishes.

He kisses your cheeks as you come down for your high. “You did so well princess.”

You can’t help but cling to him and he chuckles. “I have to pull out of you eventually.”

“I like the way you feel.” you whine and he smiles.

You opt to cock warm him. He lays on his back and pulls you on top to straddle him. He gently pushes into you as you lay on his chest and enjoy the feeling.

He strokes your back and kisses your shoulder for a bit before he starts to subdtley thrust up into you.

You give him a look and he smiles at you sheepishly. “Wanna go again?”

[purple-babygirl]

request?🥺🐺 Just when you can, Maybe one with Sam and Bucky fighting/argument maybe one almost could’ve gotten killed and the other was being too reckless and scaring Little reader thinking they might break their whole relationship apart saying such things (ya know when ur angry) and She intervening but say something like “Daddy’s are talking right now!” And arguments heated and then it’s comforting telling reader they’re not going anywhere showing little that they still love each other -🐺

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, polyamory, yelling and a couple of curses.

Word Count: 1,950

A/N: White wolf nonnie love, even your request is cute😭 you're the best nonnie in the world and I hope you like this one🥺💜💜 I'm sorry it took me a while, love, I didn't mean to keep you waiting so long. Please enjoy xx.

misunderstanding

Aside from the laughs Sam might pull from her and Bucky, their house was mostly quiet. It was always peaceful and serene. But that wasn’t the case that night. Sam and Bucky have been arguing for a while now, their voices only growing louder, and the glares on their faces deeper. She wanted it to be over; she just wanted her calm, understanding and loving daddies back.

“Dada,” she called, her voice hushed as she tried holding Bucky’s hand. She knew she shouldn’t interfere but they wouldn’t stop.

“Daddy and papa are talking, doll. Go to your room.” Bucky took his hand out of hers, waving her away before he shouted something in reply to an equally loud Sam.

She jumped but neither man noticed before she was running to her bed, hiding herself under the covers. She could still hear their loud voices and it made her heart beat so fast. Papa and Daddy barely got so mad at each other and it frightened her little self to no extent. They were yelling and even using bad words; that was how angry they were.

“But it's okay when you do it?!!” Bucky shouted, the veins on his neck prominent.

“I can fucking fly! You were on the ground right before them, begging for them to shoot your ass!” Sam reasonably argued, a frown inhabiting his fine features as his sharp voice echoed through the house.

“Well, that didn't fucking happen so why are we even having this stupid conversation again!”

“Because you never seem to actually listen no matter how many times we have this stupid conversation!”

“That's because I know what I'm doing!” Bucky barked, his finger poking his chest.

“If you're not gonna listen maybe we shouldn't be together then!” when fighting bad guys, Sam should’ve added.

But he didn’t and it made her slowly pull her head out of her blanket, concern bubbling around her heart. Daddy wasn’t going to agree to this, was he? Papa and Daddy loved each other. They could never not be together.

“Maybe we shouldn't!” Bucky yelled back, his stare intense as he looked at a similarly livid Sam.

Her heart sank to her stomach at Daddy’s reply and tears pricked her eyes.

“Fine!” Sam threw his arms in the air, giving Bucky his back and that was Bucky's cue to leave.

He walked out of the door, noisily slamming it behind him without looking back.

“Papa.” Sam heard her choked voice behind him and knew he was going to be met with her tears when he turned around.

“Sugar, go wait in bed.” Sam sighed, fingers pressing to his closed eyes as he tried to calm down, “papa will be there in a minute.”

He needed to get it together for her. She had no hand in their fight and it wasn't fair that she gets sent to bed without a bedtime story just because Bucky thought it was a good night to practice stubbornness.

~

“What would you like papa to read for you tonight, baby?” Sam asked, showing her the stories they had that she knew and loved all too well.

“When’s daddy comin’ back?” she asked instead, innocently speaking Sam’s thoughts.

“Soon, baby.” Sam avoided eye contact, flipping through the books.

“How soon, papa?” she pressed.

“Just soo-”

“In ten minutes?” Her big, anxious eyes stared at Sam, wanting a satisfying answer.

“Sugar.” The man sighed, not knowing what to tell her. He was already exhausted enough and it was just becoming too much.

“An hour?”

“Baby, here, pick a story,” Sam tried again.

“'S dada comin’ back tonight?” she asked, tears swimming in her eyes.

“What? Yes, sugar. Of course he is!” Sam didn’t really know that, but it was what he was hoping would happen.

“Are you lyin’ to me, papa?” she sniveled, twiddling her thumbs.

“No, baby. Daddy’s coming ba-”

“Did daddy leave forever?”

“Suga-”

“A-Are you gonna leave me too?”

“Baby.” Sam shook his head, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder “no, sugar, no. No one is leaving.”

“You promise?” she sniffed, the back of her hand swiping under her nose.

“I promise, baby.” Sam nodded, helping her with a tissue.

“Dada’s not leavin' us?”

“No, baby. He’s not leaving. He just got a little angry with me is all. That happens sometimes.” Sam explained, putting the stories back in place. She was no longer going to require one.

“But he never left before.” She cried more.

“I know, sugar.” Sam held her to his side and rubbed her back, “but he’s coming back.” He kissed her hair.

“Can I stay up 'n wait for him?”

“No, baby, come on now. You need to go to bed in time like the good girl you are,” Sam told her gently, hugging her tighter so she’d calm down.

“Please, papa.” She held onto Sam’s hand.

“Sugar.” Sam gave her one look, supposedly stern, but she could see how drained he looked. He had no more argument in him.

“Yes, papa,” she sighed, laying on her back and letting Sam wipe her tears and tuck her in.

“Good girl, baby.” Sam gratefully kissed her forehead with half a smile, “night, sugar.”

~

It was at least 2 hours later and Sam was still awake. He huffed, turning on his side again, his hand reluctantly reaching for the phone on the bedside table before quickly retracting for the millionth time. Bucky was going to come back soon. There was no need for him to call and bother him. He probably left looking for some space; probably gathering his thoughts, and Sam wanted to give him that. He was worried but he would do it if it meant Bucky would have a clear mind again; if it meant he was going to come back faster-

“Papa.” She stood by the door, balled fist rubbing her eye.

“Hey, sugar.” Sam sat up and opened his arms. “What is it, baby? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, can’t sleep.” She shook her head, taking slow steps to Daddy and Papa’s bed.

“You wanna try cuddling with papa?” Sam offered and she quickly nodded.

“Come here, sugar.” Sam pulled the covers open for her so she could slip underneath with him.

She gave Sam a big hug, holding him tighter than she usually would in such a heavy-eyed state and he could instantly sense her anxiety and worry.

“You’re okay, sugar. I got you,” Sam assured her, patting her back gently before she pulled back.

She waited until Papa was comfortable on his back then moved herself on top of his chest, humming at the warmth radiating off his body and buzzing through hers.

“I’m scared dada won’t come back,” she whispered in Sam’s neck, her fingers clutching his shirt.

“He will, sugar. I promise. Daddy will be here before you wake up tomorrow,” Sam comforted her, his concerned eyes glancing at the clock again. It was way past midnight already, where on earth was Bucky?

“How do you know, papa?” her knuckles rubbed her eye again as she yawned, snuggling more into Sam.

“He loves us too much not to come back, baby.” Sam’s big hand stroked her back calmingly, “Bucky will always come back.” He whispered, more to himself than to her, before he half-heartedly let his eyes close.

~

“Sam, I said I was sorry!”

She quickly spitted the toothpaste and washed her mouth when she heard Daddy’s voice downstairs. He didn’t sound too happy, but at least he was back. He wasn’t there when she woke up like Papa said he would be, but this was good too. He was there and that was all that mattered.

“Sorry? Sorry?!! I was worried sick about you and that’s all you have to say?!” Sam shouted, frustrated, and Bucky scoffed.

“Worried sick, right. Is that why I have no missed calls from you?! Not one! You didn’t even care to see where the hell I stormed off to or if I was okay!” He argued, his face following Sam’s when the man turned away.

“Dada,” her voice momentarily interrupted their fight as she collided with Bucky, her arms wrapping around his middle.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted much softer, swallowing when he saw tears already gathered in her eyes.

“I thought you left papa and me forever,” she told him, hugging him even closer, pressing her forehead to his chest.

“What?” Bucky looked at Sam, panic in his eyes, and Sam gestured to her with a shrug saying ‘see what you did to us?’

Bucky exhaled, pulling her closer to him, his chin on her head, “I could never leave you, love. You’re my life,” Bucky said, his eyes on Sam’s.

Sam reluctantly broke eye contact, shaking his head and leaving the kitchen.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing as regret enveloped him. His thumb caressed her cheek before he lifted her up, her thighs finding their way around his waist.

“Papa was really worried, stayed up all night,” she whispered to Bucky when her face was on level with his, “and- I thought you were leavin' papa,” her lips trembled as tears overwhelmed her, “and I thought you and papa were leavin' me.”

“Oh, doll, no, no,” Bucky shook his head as her tears triggered his own, “none of that is happening, love.”

“Promise?” she hiccupped.

“Promise. No one is leaving, love. Not me, not papa and definitely not you. I love you and papa too much to ever be without you, doll.” Bucky poured his heart out, unknowingly repeating Sam’s words.

She brushed the tear he let slip away, making him chuckle fondly.

“Jus’ like papa said,” she mumbled, her heart finally fully reassured, as she nuzzled Bucky’s neck, hugging him closely again.

Bucky’s feeling of regret grew even more when he caught her words.

Sam never doubted him for a second, not even when he walked out on him to rudely end a discussion he was the reason got heated. He trusted Bucky’s love for them and relied on it to bring him back sooner than later, but Bucky only kept him worried.

“I love you too, dada. Please don’t ever leave everrr again.”

“I won’t, doll. I’m not going anywhere.”

~

“Sam-”

“I didn’t call because I thought I was giving you space. Of course I cared where you stormed off to and if you were okay; I love you,” Sam admitted, finally looking Bucky in the eyes.

Bucky could see how sad he actually was; how distressed this whole fight has left him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice dripping with sincere remorse this time, “I’m so sorry, Sam. About everything. I just- I guess I didn’t know how to react. I’m not used to people looking out for me or caring about my wellbeing-”

“Yeah, well, you better start getting used to it because I’m not planning on stopping,” Sam replied, trying his best to keep the glare in his eyes present, yet miserably failing, his eyes softening for his one and only James.

“I love you, and I’m sorry,” Bucky repeated, walking closer to where Sam stood, “I’m sorry.”

“Give your cyborg brain a break; you’re forgiven.” Sam grinned, pulling Bucky in by the waist for a sweet kiss.

“I love you so much it’s uncountable,” Bucky whispered, making Sam smile even bigger as he kissed him again.

“I love you more.”

Feeling sound again as she watched from a distance, her big smile was back to lighting up her eyes. Peace and calmness filled the air again and her heart was content. Papa and Daddy didn’t lie to her; no one was leaving. They were solid; she was safe.

~~~~

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[readyforthegarden]

I squealed when I saw you reblog that vampire prompt post omg…can you do the ❝ it’s dangerous for you to be here when i’m like this. ❞ prompt with Josh please 🥹

A lil fic for my fave!! I hope you enjoy it!!

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, self-inflicted wound, angst with a lil fluff, insinuations of adult situations.

You had been fidgety and anxious all day, leading up to your big plan. You hadn’t heard from Josh in a few days, and while the relationship was still new, it wasn’t like him to not communicate. It didn't help that the last thing to transpire between you two was him pressing you up against the wall of the seedy dive bar hallway, grinding his hips into yours as he drowned you in passionate kisses.

You were milliseconds away from suggesting you two barricade yourselves in the bathroom when he ripped himself away from your body, nearly flinging himself halfway down the hallway.

"What's wrong?" you breathed, the sudden movement startling you. Josh was turned away from you, face in his hands, his bent back heaving as he breathed deeply. "Josh, are you okay?"

"I have to go." was all he said before rushing away. You tried to follow him, but he was gone in the crowd of the bar. You'd braved the walk home by yourself, toiling over the night, wondering if it was your breath that made him so seemingly repulsed. Or maybe you were too eager, meeting his hips and he wasn't all that into it in the first place?

The first night, you were ashamed to admit you cried over him. Feeling hurt and taken advantage of, you were hurt, and let yourself feel it out. The second night, you drank...and the third. And last night you finally willed yourself to shower, and won every single hypothetical argument against Josh that you could imagine, bitching him out to shreds. Which brought you to his front door tonight, knocking with a fervor you nearly regretted.

When the door opened, you pushed your way in, letting your anger fuel your body and you whipped around to give him a piece of your mind when you saw his face. The lights were dim in his apartment, barely an amber glow from the bulbs, but you could see the dark circles under his sunken, panic-striken eyes. His face was gaunt, his cheekbones ever more prominent than they've ever been. He looked like he'd been lost at sea and starved for weeks.

"J-Josh!" you gasped, the wind knocked out of you. "Oh my god, what happened to you?!"

"You can't be here." his voice was low and gravelly, unlike the sweet lilt he normally spoke with. "You need to leave."

"I'll leave when you tell me why you've been avoiding me for the last week." your hands were placed firmly on your hips now, your annoyance coming back as he tried to usher you out of his home.

"It's complicated." his answer made you even angrier.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I fell for this shit." you huffed. "You're just like every other fucking prick out there. What, you just wanted to hump and dump? Pretend your suddenly stricken with deadly illness to get one last feel up and break it off?"

"No, no that's not it."

"Then what, Josh?" you cried exasperatedly. "What did I do that was so bad?!"

"Nothing!" Josh slammed the door shut, finally, effectively silencing you. He stalked over to you, grabbing you by the arms and bringing you close. "It's me! I'm trying to keep you alive!" your brows furrowed in confusion, a small flicker of fear lighting in your chest.

"What are you talking about?" you whispered, your eyes darting across her face and landing on his mouth. His teeth were grit together as he seethed in front of you, and that's when you saw them.

Fangs.

He saw the recognition in your eyes and frowned. He let you go, and you noticed his hands trembling as he stepped away from you.

"There, now you know." he muttered. "The monster I am. Why I disappear in the mornings.

"Why do you look like that?" you asked quietly.

"What? You don't think I'm sexy anymore?"

"Josh, you look like you're dying."

"I haven't eaten in a while." he answered, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

"How long is a while?"

"Since a few days after I met you." Josh answered. "All I can think of is your pulse against my tongue, drinking from you, tasting your sweet blood." you swallowed thickly, trying to decide whether you were frozen in fear or if you were incredibly enraptured by his want of you...or your blood. "It's dangerous for you to be here when I'm like this. I can't drink from anyone else. All I want to do is drink you dry." you took a few deep breaths, meeting his eyes steadily as you could.

"Then feed on me." His eyes widened, shocked at your request.

"No, I won't. I'll kill you." you knew he'd protest, but you didn't miss the quick lick of his lips.

"You won't." you stepped towards him, but he backed away from you. "Josh, you haven't killed me yet, and if you've been this starved all this time...I believe you won't."

"You can't possibly know that." Josh shook his head. "I won't feed from you."

"Then you're just going to wither away and die?"

"I'd rather die than hurt you." Josh didn't move back as you continued to step closer. You gathered your hair over one shoulder, exposing the right side of you neck to him.

"I trust you, Josh." you said simply. "Please drink."

"No." you signed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the small pocket knife you carried on you when you walked through the city. Without so much as a wince, you dragged the blade lightly across your exposed neck, letting a thin strip of blood begin to bead there. You could see Josh's nostrils flare as the coppery scent of your blood filled the air around him. His breathing started to quicken and in a flash he wrapped his arms around you, one cradling your head and lolling it to the side and the other holding your body against him.

His tongue dragged along the cut, and you felt his chest rumble with a moan before he finally sank his teeth into your flesh. You gasped shakily, feeling him pull from your veins. The feeling was strange, your ears filling with the sounds of rushing water, eyes fluttering shut and your knees beginning to shake. Josh's fingers flexed in your hair, and against your back, and somehow it made you feel more secure as he drained your body of life. It was terrifying and euphoric.

And just as quickly as it started, it was over. Your body made contact with something soft, and as you opened your eyes, you realized Josh had brought you to his bedroom, and laid you down on his bed. He was moving quickly, though your newly exhausted body wasn't sure if it was because of super-human speed or your mind being so sluggish.

The bed dipped next to you, and after the sound of liquid sloshing in a bottle, you felt something cold and stinging against your neck.

"See?" you rasped quietly, giving Josh a soft smile. "I'm still alive." He was already looking healthier, color returning to his cheeks as they seemed to fill back out in live time.

"What you did, what we both did, was stupid and reckless." Josh shook his head, tearing open a packet and placing a bandage over your wound.

"But we're both still here." you reached up, letting your fingertips graze his face. "I might need to start taking an iron supplement, but we're still here." He took your hand in his, kissing your palm softly before holding it against his chest.

"So you're not afraid of me, then?" Josh asked softly, a hint of insecurity in his voice.

"Not at all." you lazily shook your head, feeling dizzy after doing so. "It's kind of hot."

"Hot?" Josh scoffed. "Your boyfriend just drained a quart or two of your blood, and you got turned on by it?"

"You're my boyfriend?" you smirked, raising your eyebrows. Josh rolled his eyes.

"That's what you focus on? Yes, I consider myself your boyfriend, is that okay? I mean, if you'll still have me." you pretended to think it over for a few moments.

"Yeah, it okay." you replied. "As long as you promise not to be annoying and brooding all the time."

"Nah, that's not my bag." Josh shook his head, his voice returning to normal, and his chest rumbling with a laugh. "But my brother loves that vibe. Really goes for it."

"Brother?" you tried to sit up, but he gently laid you back down.

"Yeah, two of them. Technically three." your eyes were wide and he laughed again. "You'll meet them one day. But right now, I'm not ready to share you yet." the wicked smirk on his face told you that you were in for a world of trouble when the day came that you met his brothers.

[prettycoolgirl]

rose blood

pairing - dilf!damon albarn x reader

warnings : smut. reader and damon’s first time. idk whatelse.

summary - reader and damon sleeping together for the first time.

request ✓

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                       usually whenever the topic of your first time together with damon had came up, y/n had always been nervous and anxious.

you already knew that damon had more experiences in bed than you since he was older. maybe it was just y/n in the mood but y/n couldn't stop thinking of him tonight. he had always had some kind of affect on her, which always seemed to get her excited, but tonight she found herself ready.

you pulled away from his lips, both out breath. “your gorgeous, angel.” damon said pulling you back into a hard kiss, already tasting him, slowly moving yourselves towards the bed.

”lay down love, gonna take care of you” he said now trailing kisses from breast to your stomach. his hips now moving steadily against yours, his belly softly pressing against you pulling you back into a kiss.

“damon”

“hmm” he hummed still going in with the kiss.

“damon i’m ready”

“ready for what?”

“damon i- i want to have sex tonight.” you said while damon froze a bit.

“are you sure, love? i just wanna make sure that you wanna, you know if you don't it’s completely fine with me.”

“i know damon i really wanna do this, it’s just that i’ve been thinking so much i trust you and i love you so fucking much. i’m ready.”

he had pulled you in closer near him, one hand on the back of your head pulling you into a more deeper, soft, and warm kiss while you smiled. “you still sure you wanna? you know im okay with doing anything with you.”

“damon yes, i think i may need your help though.”

“mmm i’ll guide you through everything, get comfortable for me” he smiled

you nodded your head while laying down back at bed, watching as damon slid off his white tee throwing it on the floor, then getting ontop of her smiling a bit. “love, let me know when you want me to stop” he said bringing you into a kiss once again while his hand wandered near your panties, slipping his fingers in rubbing small circles.

“fuck” escapes from your lips, damon hums in an agreement, meanwhile both of you completely lost in this feeling. damon's other hand started to reach a cup of her bra leaving kisses on the edges. “mind if i take this off?” you nodded your head, “your fucking gorgeous.” damon started to unclasp your bra quickly, following along with removing your panties.

“are you ready?” you nodded once again. he got ahold of his member, rubbing the tip along your slit. he glancled at you waiting for a response. “fuck-k damon.” your grip had tigthen, your legs also sliding up around his hip causing his to go even deeper.

“you feel s’good angel.” he started to adjust himself as your nails had started to dig deeper into his back.“damon-n” you began, but your voice had left you speechless as he continued to hit the same spot inside of you, your warm walls slowly tightening around him. he continued with his thrusts, gently pulling back and slowly pushing back through inside of you.

he had sprinkled kisses all over your face, praising you about how well you were taking him. you found yourself ready for damon to go faster.

“fuckk more please, damon” you cried out. “i know, i know love.” his lips now trailing all over your chest and face but mainly your whole body, technically placing a kiss anywhere he could. he couldn’t help it but smile because he was leaving you quite a moaning mess. he’d left lovebites behind ofc. all of his marks.

your head had started to tilt back against the headboard, a soft moan escaping your lips as he continued to hit the same spot. his body still pressed against yours while his deep thrust had caused you to sink in deeper into your bed.

your eyes closed while he stared in awe of a sign that he’s doing something right.

he groaned against your skin as your walls tighten around him even more, he pulled away from your neck to watch you while the wave of final pleasure washes over you, one of his hands reaches down to your legs. he carefully pushes it closer to your chest, earning a gasp from you as he’s now deeply buried inside of you. both of you trying to savor this moment. damon picked up the force of his thrusts, his eyes never leaving you as his own orgasm is quickly building up along with yours.

a even louder moan left your lips with a building up feeling in your stomach. damon grunted as he felt your walls clenched around him and his thrusts becoming slow due to it bringing him closer to his climax.

your breath had gotten stuck in your throat just as the orgasm had taken over, it feeling like a final cry escaping. damon couldn’t help it as his own orgasm takes over, yours triggering his own, his cock twitching inside of you before he had filled you up.

your name left his lips as the pleasure had taken over. a smile had left the corner of your lips as you realize he’s already watching you, still out of breath.

“you were bloody fucking amazing.” he said as he was short of breath so were you but still pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose. a must bc his nose is just soooo

his eyes now studying your entire face before slowly connecting his lips with yours in a soft gentle kiss but warm kiss.

“i love you so much.”

[finelinevogue]

What if a security guard wouldn’t let you back in the arena if you went out to get something. And they didn’t believe that you were harrys gf and just thought you were a crazy fan

oooh it’s been done before but here’s my version!! ;

You were running late.

It was already 7pm and you were only getting out of your car in the car park. Harry was due to be on stage in an hour and you hadn’t even seen him yet. The traffic around Dallas today has been awful. Chocker block. You’d been with Harry all day, up until 3 hours ago when he had to leave the hotel to come to the stadium for rehearsals. Normally you’d go with him, but you were so tired that you wanted a little nap before coming. The problem here was you overslept.

There were no Ubers available and a taxi would be far too expensive at this time, so you drive in Harrys car instead. You’d been following Harry on tour in his car, so when you get to different destinations you can go out on ball day trips if you want to without the obscenity of a huge tour bus or paying for Ubers everywhere. It was the main reason you were so tired though, travelling across country and into different time zones. It would be so much easier if this was the UK.

You grabbed your purse and your jacket, locking the car as you got out and started running for the backstage entrance. It was easy to make it there and you noticed security guards already standing there.

“Hi!” You smiled, slightly short of breathe. You were about to move past them when one of them shoved your shoulder back, making you stumble back unbalanced. “Wha—”

“ID and backstage pass to get through here.” One of them said, looking you up and down as if you were nothing.

If anything, you were quite shocked on how they just treated and continued to treat you. Normally, Harry would show a picture of you to these backstage security guards to make sure you’d be able to get in no problem, but it seemed like today Harry might’ve forgotten to show that photo. This was going to be a problem for you, because you’d forgotten to bring your backstage pass.

“I normally just go through? I’m Harry’s girlfriend.” You tried talking your way around the situation, not appreciating behind held up so close to show-time.

“Oh you’re Harry’s girlfriend? You must be the 7th one we’ve met tonight.” The security guy laughed and so did his friend, making your blood boil with how annoying they were being. Harry would be so pissed if he heard the way they were treating you.

“No but I actually am.”

“Then, ID and backstage passes.” One of then held out his hand whilst the other crossed his arms over his chest to make him look intimidating. Dickheads.

“I have ID just not the backstage passes.” You answered honestly, holding out your ID for them to check. They collected it and asked you questions on it, you answering them all perfectly.

“Well you definitely know you, but you have no proof you’re supposed to be where you claim to be.” They handed you back your ID and you huffed in stress.

“Well what can I show you? Photos of me and Harry together? Text messages?” You waved your arms around, getting really pissed off that this was actually happening. You’d probably miss Jenny’s whole set because of this and then 15 minutes before show-time Harry gets transported under the stage. So you only really would have half and hour with him, and that’s just not enough time. You wanted a safe and warm hug off him. You wanted a kiss. You just wanted him.

“Everyone knows they can be photoshopped.” One of the guys scoffs at your notion.

“Listen. You either show us your backstage pass or we’ll escort you off site.” The other one says a lot more firmer this time. It made you quite anxious for what you’d do if they did that - or maybe when they did that.

“Well I don’t have the backstage passes.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at the way this was going to end.

“Then let’s go.” One of them pointed to where you came from and to the car park, stepping forwards as he did so.

“I’m not leaving until you let me through those doors. My boyfriend is waiting for me.” You answered, taking a step back in stress of what they might do.

“Harry ain’t your boyfriend. Now let’s go!” They stepped forwards again and reached for you.

You swung your bag at one of them, hitting him in his side and he grunted because of the impact of your water bottle with his chest. The other one grabbed your arm and you couldn’t shake him, since you were not trained in any way for situations like this at all. His fingers dig into your skin and it made you scream out a cry, trying to kick him in any way to escape. The other one recovered ever ordered the guy holding you to escort you away whilst he stayed and guarded the door. The one holding you tugged your arms behind your body and held them tight there, it really fucking hurting. He didn’t care though and continued to walk you, asking you where your car was so he could get you out of here.

Once you reached your car he let you go and you wrapped your arms around you as he walked away again, not verbally saying anything but his eyes saying enough. Stay away. You shakily got your keys out of your bags and unlocked your door, climbing in and just sitting there. You could feel your hands really shaky and achy. Looking down with tear clouded eyes, you saw the red marks over your arms and slight bruising already. Your arms and shoulders hurt from being bent in an uncomfortable position.

You cared less about the pain though and how much of a disappointment of a girlfriend you were going to be to Harry. He was going to think either the worst for you or the worst of you. You reached in your bag on your lap for your phone, throwing your bag on the seat next to you afterwards. You wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your t-shirt and unlocked your phone to text messages, sending Harry a quick text.

To Harry: Are you free to call? x

No response. You sat there for a few minutes in silence, still shook up and teary. That had been a really awful situation to be in and you hated that you were nowhere near Harry to fix it. Your phone vibrated 3 minutes later, finding a text message from Harry. You sighed and felt safe when you saw his icon light up your notifications, knowing he was in contact with you.

From Harry: Of course, you okay? xx

You didn’t open your phone because you didn’t know how to respond. How do you tell him you’re not okay, only 20 minutes before he’s meant to be ready to go on stage? You didn’t want to worry him, but you also didn’t want him thinking you were a terrible girlfriend either.

Another vibration.

From Harry: Lovie? xx

Your eyes watered at that simple word, meaning so much more to you than five letters. It made you feel so much comfort, you only wished you could get that hug and a kiss now.

Again.

From Harry: Love, you’re worrying me now.

From Harry: Let me face-time you, hang on.

His icon lit up the screen; Incoming…

You shakily accepted, wiping your eyes quickly before. When he answered you could tell he was still in his dressing room, sat on the sofa that you wish you were also sat on with him. He looked so beautiful. His hair was perfectly styled and he was wearing a pearl coloured silk shirt and you knew he was wearing white silk pants to co-ordinate. You thought he looked ethereal. A glowing beacon of hope and beauty.

He didn’t say anything to you at first and you nothing to him. He just looked at you and instantly knew something bad was up. He kept eye contact with you and it was as if he was having a telepathic conversation with you, understanding that you needed him and just him.

“Hey, Mitch man?” Harry asked, turning his head to somewhere else in the room. “Could y’just give me a minute. Please.”

“Sure, sure.” Mitch answered and all you could hear was the sound of shuffling and the door shut. As soon as he was gone you started crying all over again. You cupped your hand over your eyes and your body shook as you just cried. Harrys heart broke that you were alone and he couldn’t hug you close to his chest.

“Y/N, baby. Look at me.” He asked urgently and you just shook your head, embarrassed that this was happening to you. “You’ll be alright lovie, I promise. Just look at me, beautiful.” You moved your hand away from your face and wiped your eyes and nose to try and make you look slightly better - not that it helped. “There’s my pretty girl.”

You smiled. He smiled.

“I-i’m so-rry H.” You whispered, sniffling in between words because of how shaky you felt.

“Hey, no. None of that. It’ll be okay.” He reassured you, keeping eye contact with you to try and decipher what was wrong. “Where are you, lovie? You’re in the car, yeah?” Harry asked, recognising your surroundings but you could get anywhere. You could have been in an accident for all he knew, but he was remaining calm so he didn’t send you into a panic.

“Yeah. In the stadium car park.” You saw Harrys eyes momentarily light up at that, before he remembered that you weren’t okay.

“Okay. Tell me why you’re upset, love. Help me understand.” He sounded urgent, just wanting to know so he could help you out. He wanted you to be okay. He wanted you with him.

“The security guards wouldn’t let me in, backstage I mean. I didn’t have my backstage pass. But..” You choked on a sob and Harry told you to just breathe. You were okay. “One of them g-grabbed me and escorted m-me of sight.”

“Baby, are you hurt? Is that why you’re upset?” Harry asked, standing up now in panic. His face looked angry, but you could tell he was trying his best to be a comfort for you. “Y/N?”

“Y-yes. Yes Harry, yes.” You voice wobbled out and you let out an exasperated sob. “I’m s-sor—”

“No don’t you dare. Don’t apologise for this. Not ever. You understand me?” He made very clear he wasn’t messing around.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Alright. Now, you gotta be strong for me okay?” He asked, before asking, still checking that you were okay. He knew you would be though, because you were his bravest girl ever - stronger than you knew.

“Okay.”

“You’re going to make your way back to the backstage entrance, alright? I am going to be there, before you get there. Those security guards won’t be there I promise. You’ll be okay. Can you do that for me?” He asked, moving around the room and then out of the door. He was walking down the corridors, ignoring the people shouting his name. He was only focused on you.

“Yes. Okay.” You nodded, wiping under your nose again.

“I love you.” He kissed the camera of his phone, looking like he was kissing you instead.

You returned the gesture, kissing him virtually back. “I love you.”

He told you that it’d be alright and then ended the call, explaining how you didn’t need to hear him get angry when he found these security guards. They would be fired even if they weren’t on his tour crew, he’d make sure of it. You made your way back to the backstage entrance again, slowing down before you rounded the corner. Taking a deep breathe you walked around and were met with exactly what Harry promised; him.

You smiled and broke out into a run to get to him, your bag weighing on your shoulder. Once you reached him your bag was thrown on the floor in front of him and you jumped into his arms. He lifted you up to sit you around his waist, keeping his arms tight around your waist and squeezing the biggest hug out of you. Your arms tightened around your boyfriends neck and you buried your face into his neck, and god he smelt like everything homely and sweet. He felt just like home.

“See, you’re alright now lovie.” He assured you, kissing your cheek that wasn’t quite buried into his neck.

“Th-ank you.” You muttered, kissing his neck in appreciation which made him hum in delight. He tasted so hot and lush. He was insatiable. You then felt him start kissing your arms, where the harsh red and purple marks were.

“Sorry y’had to go through this.” He kept kissing your arms, until you moved your head up and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“If I can’t say sorry, then neither can you.” You shook your head, kissing his nose softly. You watched his eyes flutter close and felt so special that only you could do that to him.

“You’re so amazing Y/N. Truly.”

“You’re pretty special too, my love.”

He didn’t need to hear anything else from you, those words were enough, so he pressed his lips to yours softly, filling you with the love you’d been waiting to feel all day. You smiled into the kiss and he just felt so amazing. He was so soft and gentle with you - as smooth as the silk that dressed his body. He was so pretty to watch melt away under your spell and delicious tasting. Strawberries, was that?

He was everywhere. He was everything. He always would be.

[raggaraddy]

Tae’s first time with a virgin if your still taking requests?

Virgin

A/n: Thank you for the request! It was fun to write. Enjoy xx 💜💜💜

Trigger warning: Smut, first time, oral, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic, dirty talk, mild spanking.

Taehyung

Dom!Taehyung

You pull out your phone and type the message. Over and over. Deleting it and re-writing it about 30 times.

Until you see the typing bubble pop up on Taehyung's side.

If you have something to say, get it out. He writes.

Damn. You really should have written this on paper first. But too late now.

You had spoken with Taehyung for months and had met him in person for the first time last week. With clever wording, so far you'd gotten around telling him your secret. But you know you have to tell him before your first play session tonight. You don't know if a guy can tell or not, but if he can it's going to be embarrassing if he finds out that way.

It's not like you haven't done things before, you were probably more experienced than most when it came to other areas. You've played with other kinky people before, hooked up with girl friends and guy friends, and you've had a full D/s relationship that was filled with BDSM. It's just that you'd never done that one thing.

Really, you don't even know why you held onto it for so long. At first, you were trying to be smart and not give it away too quickly or easily, but then it almost became something you had a sense of pride in and tried to protect. But Taehyung was special. Someone you felt connected to. And you know, it's time to get it over with. Both telling him and the act itself. You have to simply rip the bandaid off and tell him. He shouldn't be mad. You didn't exactly lie about anything.

Its just about tonght :)

Please don't be mad. I ddnt know how to say it before

But you should probably knwo I'm a virgin

Three separate messages. Typed so quickly they're riddled with spelling and grammar errors. The words are not nearly as well prepared as you had wanted. But at least it was done.

The read symbol appears, and then nothing. Staring at your phone for what feels like 5 minutes, there is no reply. You're running over a dozen new messages, typing them in your head first. Wanting to explain that you didn't lie and that everything you told him, you really had done.

Typing the first word, his answer finally comes through. Only 3 words that make you relieved but also anxious from their conciseness.

See you tonight.

After spending hours getting ready, it was finally time to meet him. You came to his house and were perfectly on time. Although, you had a moment of concern thinking you were at the wrong address. When Taehyung said he had a big apartment you hadn't expected it to be a 2 story, riverside, penthouse in the middle of the city. He never wanted to tell you anything about his job, and now you were a little worried he's someone famous or that he runs a drug cartel or something.

Feeling a bit out of place and with the upcoming plans looming ahead of you, you start the night filled with nerves. However, Taehyung's confident demeanour as well as some casual conversation and a few drinks, eventually help you start to relax. And soon you're even beginning to get a little impatient.

A mix of anticipation of what is to come, steadily becoming tipsy, and having not touched yourself for a week, your mind is already running with all manner of dirty thoughts. But unfortunately, you're far too shy to initiate anything so you are entirely dependant on Taehyung's schedule. And he is taking it slow.

Normally, he would have a girl naked and on her knees by this time, but you were special to him, also. And especially now knowing that you're a virgin, he is determined to make the night last. Sat on the couch with him, there are small touches here and there, provocative topics of conversation, and his commanding tone of voice that makes you melt. Your excitement peaking as he passionately kisses you, pulling you onto his lap.

Nearing 2 hours of talking and teasing, Taehyung finally starts the main event. Taking you with him into the most stunning playroom you have ever witnessed. An industrial meets a minimalistic-modern theme. A beautiful king four-poster bed, with an x-frame top, a wooden headboard, and a white canopy. Making you think that this must be where princesses who liked to get spanked come to play.

Never parting his lips from yours, slowly and gently Taehyung undresses you. His delicate removal of your clothes and his tender kisses are in explicit contrast to the sharp, rough tugs on your hair that he uses to move you around. The combination making your skin burn with lust.

Sitting you in the middle of the bed, he remains fully clothed. A prickle of excited nerves shivering up your body. You're beyond needy and ready. Your hands starting to pull at his shirt, unable to refrain yourself any longer.

"Please," you whine. As his mouth comes off yours, you pull him into you a little firmer.

"What do you want?" Taehyung asks. His voice coming out deep and lowly spoken.

"I want," you gulp trying to think of what to say. Your face heating. "you?"

"That wasn't convincing." He moves forward, his hand pressing to your chest, pushing you flat onto the bed. "I asked you," Leaning over, his mouth comes to your breast, sucking your nipple. Your gasps turning to moans as he bites down before repeating himself. "What do you want?"

"Whatever you want, Sir." Your hands cling into the blankets trying to stop yourself from digging them into his perfect dark hair instead.

Looking up he smirks. "Mmm, when you call me that," he grabs your wrist, bringing it to his crotch. Pressing your open palm to the hard bulge straining in his pants. "it really turns me on."

You whine as he pulls your hand away. You'd been fantasizing for weeks about what he must feel like and now you were so close to having what you dreamt of.

"Don't worry about me, Y/n. I'm going to get what I want. But what I want right now," his hand suddenly cups your pussy making you gasp, "is for you- my horny, wet, little virgin," instinctually you spread your legs wider and his middle finger presses deeper, slipping between your folds making you wail. "to tell me what you want."

"Anything," You're trying to make yourself say more, but your mind is swimming and you're glowing with embarrassment thinking about actually saying what you want him to do to you. His piercing stare, his beauty, his hard cock, you're aching to have him. He knows what you want. It's not fair for him to make you ask for it.

"Y/n," your eyes lift to his face upon hearing his rumbling voice call your name. "Have I given you the impression that I tell you to do something so I can hear my own voice?"

Your eyes get big as you chew your lip, shaking your head. Even his light scolding is turning you on.

"Good. Then I'll ask you one last time, and if you make me ask you again, I'm going to put your panties back on, and they won't be coming off again tonight." he purrs making you whimper at his threat. "I was going to accept your little two-word answer, but now you've made me ask you multiple times, so you'll tell me in detail. What do you want me to do to you, little girl?"

You feel like curling under the blanket from shame, but you start to push the answer out. "I want... you... to," you swallow looking down, "fuck me." You can see his eyebrow raise, telling you to go on and give him the specifics like he asked. "I want to have you inside me, Sir. I want," you're thinking of the next words while feeling near to tears from discomfort. Unable to even glance at his face. "I want you to be the first man to fuck me." It's nearly inaudible by the end of the sentence, but you get it out. Hoping it's enough to make him happy.

Finally building the courage to look up, Taehyung is brimming with satisfaction and hunger. Looking ready to devour you.

His fingers gently hold your chin, lifting your head a little higher to meet him as he hovers over you. "Thank you, Y/n." He says softly, making your stomach swarm with butterflies. His warm reaction has you even more confident in your choice. "Put your arms above your head, and interlock your fingers." He instructs hushedly.

Too eager to follow his order your arms stretch above you, knocking into the headboard making your wrists bend. Holding your hips, Taehyung yanks you down the bed giving you the space to hold your arms out straight.

Pressing down on your wrists his face softly becomes more serious "You're not going to move your hands at all until I say. Not in any direction. Do you understand?"

With a little smile, you nod. Already having fun. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," he praises making you blush for what is surely the 100th time tonight.

He releases your hands and you push them down making sure to follow his order.

Slowly Taehyung shifts down your body, his fingertips lightly tracing down your arms and your sides, making you flinch and squirm. Fighting through being ticklish to hold still and keep your position.

Setting between your legs he continues to play with you. Your eyes clenching shut as his touch runs down your neck, your chest and stomach, gripping your thighs, tracing your lips. His fingers softly pinching your nipples producing a moan, your hips bucking up as your breathing deepens.

Moving lower still, Taehyung pushes your thighs wider. Lifting one of your legs he has you bend it upright, kissing from your knee down your thigh. Trailing lower until his lips touch your core making you bite your lip to stop from crying out. Needing to bite back even more vocal cries as his tongue flicks out, kneading against your clit. Starting to suck and lick you. Your legs spreading further on their own accord. Quickly losing your senses to pleasure.

His nearly painful grip on your hips jerks you down, pulling you into his tongue as it dives inside you making you cry out. Instinctually, your hands want to cling onto him and lift an inch from the mattress. Quick realization making you panic and slam them back flat.

Soon you're fussing, calling out his name as the flat of his tongue strokes you, eating you like a man starved. His long fingers deep inside you, massaging you in the same insisting manner. Pushing you to the edge without pause. Cumming with a yelp you bite your cheek in lieu of your arm. Your orgasm not stopping him, instead, he spreads your legs further lapping up all of the juice you spill. And just when you can't stand anymore and your body is starting to shake, he finally springs up smacking his lips with a satisfied open mouth grin. Wiping your cum from his face.

Flopping onto the bed alongside you, he rests over you again, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself. Leaving you breathless when he finally parts.

"How are you doing?" He asks, his mindlessly touch once more trailing along your skin. "Good?" he presses for confirmation.

"Yes," you giggle, feeling lightheaded in the afterglow. Wanting to touch him back you, accidentally lift your arms off the mattress again. "Oh," You gasp, settling them back.

Raising up, he leans on his elbow. Digging into your joint hands, he clicks his tongue. "How many times did you lift your arms? Hmm?"

"Um," You feel like your cheeks burning under his inquisitive gaze. In truth, you hadn't counted. But you think at least 7 times. "Seven," you whisper.

"And how many times did I say you could move them?"

Your mind races for a moment trying to remember exactly what he said. You don't remember him saying a number though. And you realize it's a trick question. "None?" you squeak.

"That's right." He hums.

Sitting upright, he abruptly sticks his hands under you, flipping you onto your stomach in forceful motions. Trying to not break position, you stay straight keeping your arms flat to the bed. With a last tug, Taehyung pulls you onto your knees, your elongated arms and aching your back makes your face burry into the mattress.

"Seven," He says. His large open palm smacking your ass harshly. He doesn't count down the rest, but in your own head, you do. Each stinging slap only worsening your hunger.

But it doesn't matter how desperate you are, Taehyung isn't nearly done with you. Over the next 90 minutes, he touches and toys with you. You come serval times from his hands, his tongue, from toys, and even once from your own hand as he makes you get yourself off.

As the events go on, he gradually undresses. His own needs getting dire, he also cums, letting you suck him off and swallow his load. But soon after he is hard again. Getting too much enjoyment from teasing you with his cock, seeing you become a mess. And no matter how many times you cum, it is the part you want the most. At last, though, he addresses your needful craving.

Putting you on your back, you can see the switch in his eyes and the intent behind it. Laying over you and resting on his elbows, he lines up with your entrance. Your body almost shaking with expectation.

"What do you want little girl?" he repeats, his own breath strained with desire.

You no longer have any apprehension about saying it. You've never wanted anything, anyone, inside you more than you want Taehyung right now. "Please fuck me, Sir." you pant, tilting your hips up, your motion rubbing his tip through your dripping folds.

This time it's Taehyung whose exterior cracks. Dipping in your warm opening makes him groan. His jaw tensing, he has to restrain himself from slamming his dick inside you. He wants to do it. He wants to make you scream and writhe, and take his dick all at once. But he knows he can't be cruel. He knows he has overcome his baser instincts and be patient.

Pressing his lips to yours, slowly, carefully, he starts to edge his hips forward. His cock sinking inside you. Inch by inch. Allowing you the time and space to adjust to him. And you're grateful for it. He's stretching you and the deeper he goes the further you're being spread. The size of him, his thickness is larger than any vibrator you've used before. Or anything else you've had inside you.

Breathing lightly, shortly, your hands are clinging to the blanket. Your eyes fluttering closed. Feeling him fill you is beyond your wildest imaginations, and right now you wish it would never end.

"Fuck," Taehyung whispers, his entire dick buried inside you. Your virgin walls tightly constricting and twitching around him. With a few heavy breathes, he calms himself. "How does that feel Y/n?" He asks, half teasing you, half genuinely checking on your well-being.

Words have left you. Your mind is delirious. You can only whine and nod stiffly. Your hands wrapping his back draw his body against yours. Mutly begging for him to continue.

He gets your meaning and is all too happy to oblige. Keeping a slow, steady pace, he lifts his hips. The rubbing making you fevered. And when he sinks into you again, he sets up an even pace of long deep strokes. Rocking into your over and over and it isn't long before any hint of pain is replaced with pure euphoria. Your legs shaking and shivering.

"Such a good girl." He moans into your lips. "You're taking my dick so well," Starting to pick up the pace, your moans come out more unrestrained. A kind of vibrating static filling your brain.

As his thrusts become more empowered, the low ache returns. Hurting just enough that it's helping the incredible sensation build. After several minutes, one of Taehyung's hands lowers to your clit. The external pressure causing electricity. Enhancing the pleasure inside. Quickly the combination overwhelms you and you can feel pleasure in your core unlike any other. As if every single cell in your body were crying out in joy, you lift and fall, exploding in ecstasy. The sensation turning your stomach, aching the back of your jaw from how hard it hits you. Taehyung's tongue filling your mouth, he swallows the breathless screams of your orgasm.

"Oh god, Y/n, you feel so good." Taehyung groans, his thrusts not slowing any. Your body floating, your mind ringing in orgasmic relief.

The pulsing inside you seems to last for an eternity. And even after it fades your oversensitive body is still quivering from his unrelenting motions. You're exhausted and wrecked and now that you've cum, his size is starting to make you sore.

"Did that feel good?" He purrs. Your moans of pleasure turning into whimpers as his pace begins to pick up. Pushing on his chest a little, you're breathing too hard to vocalize your thoughts. But Taehyung can read your actions.

"You can take a little more, cant you, baby?" He coos, pressing deep and holding it, grinding his hips down. Making you squeal in pleasurable pain. "You wanna make me feel good don't you?"

He stops moving, pulling back a little to give you space to breathe and to hear him clearly. You nearly sigh in relief. The tip of him was pressing too far. Your eyes open as his hand comes to your face, making you look at him.

"Can you be a big girl for me while I fuck you?" he kisses you lightly, sucking your bottom lip. "Do you wanna be a good little girl and let me use you, let me fill you with cum?"

Even with your body depleted, you don't need to think twice. You want all of that. You want him to cum inside you. You want to make him happy, whatever it takes. Not looking away from his eyes you nod. A little scared, but mostly turned on and excited at the idea of him using you to get himself off.

Closed lipped, his mouth lifts into a smirk. His eyes getting prideful at your agreement.

Easing into you, his breath becomes shaky. Again he bottoms out inside you and you whine in pain. With your approval given he isn't waiting on a slow build this time. He's rock hard and your warm wet cunt is driving him crazy. He knows it's going to hurt you. But he also knows you won't need to endure for very long. He is already nearly ready to burst.

Quickly his thrusts get faster and rougher. Extending his arms he raises up and lifts one of your legs for leverage. His chest pushing down on the back of your thigh spreads you deeper and shoves him even further inside you.

You can't contain yourself at that point. Crying out with every thrust. Your skin is covered in goosebumps. You can tell he is still restraining himself, but it's easily too much. You're drained and tender. And he's too big and rough for you to handle.

But despite your discomfort, you force yourself to stay still. Repeating a mantra over and over in your head that you want to be good for him.

Sweating lightly, Taehyung is pounding you until all of sudden, with a final solid snap of his hips, his movements faltering. A chesty moan pouring out of him as his body falls heavier into you. Your raw sensitive walls twitching as they are flooded with warmth. Several small jerking thursts pumping all of his cum into you before he drops his weight.

Letting your thigh drop back down, he rests on his elbows on either side of your head, his heavy breath fanning your face. Lightly brushing his lips to yours he kisses you through a smile.

"Such a brave girl." He mutters.

You're so tender that he has you mewling even as he pulls out of you. The movement makes you wince.

Gasping, you're surprised you can actually feel his cum shifting. It feels like it's going to run out of you. Clamping your thighs shut, your face glows again with embarrassment. You're not sure if that is supposed to happen. You thought it would stay inside. But in any case, you don't want to make a mess on his bed.

With a last satisfied grunt, he drops onto his side, leaning on his arm while still hovering above you.

"I'm so proud of you. You did so well." He smiles warmly, brushing your hair off your face, wiping away your sweat. "How do you feel?"

How do you feel? Sore, exhausted, thoroughly use, but mostly,

"Good," You grin sleepily, leaning into his touch.

"Good." He whispers back.

Shuffling a little higher, he pulls a pillow down and nudges it under your head. His arm going under your neck he wraps his other arm around you, hugging you. As you roll to your side and cuddle into him, he takes the hint and draws you in tighter. His hands rubbing up and down your back softly.

"I had a really nice time tonight Y/n." He kisses the top of your head, his chest tightening against you. "Thank you for letting me be your first."

[aetheternity]

My wifey, my best friend

Synopsis: Draken knew two things in his life for sure. One, that his best friend was a virgin and two, that he had a thing for his best girl. So he decides to kill two birds with one stone. 

Disclaimer: Fem reader, Unprotected sex, kinda not really a threesome, Oral sex (m recieving), and voyeurism are all present in this. (Minors dni) 

It wasn’t hard to see. Draken’s girl had always been a sight for every man’s eyes. Even before they’d gotten together. She got attention for the way she presented herself, her face, her body and overall just how chill of a person she was. Because while she looked mean (and honestly she could be at times). She was always ready to defend anyone in her squad. 

And very often that meant Mikey. Which Draken had always been thankful for seeing as once he had the help he didn’t know how he’d done it by himself for so long. But he didn’t miss how much quicker his girlfriend got violent when it came to Mikey and vise versa. Didn't miss the prolonged smiling between them or the way they were somehow always touching.

Didn’t matter how much she’d deny it when he’d call her out. Her eye roll adorable despite the clear deception behind her words. The flush of her cheeks, dilated pupils and nervous laughter all giving her away. She wasn’t just into Draken.

She was into Mikey too. She just didn’t seem to see what he saw.  

At first it had been a bit of a sore subject filling his brain. His girl and his friend had the same feelings for each other? Well he knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, you’d always been such a sappy romantic. Crying over love stories you’d read online and forcing him to watch movies that were far too long for just a stupid kiss at the end. 

And he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Mikey wasn’t a concern. But every time he saw you two together it seemed as though you’d gotten even closer than the last time. Which eventually became the basis for a plan. 

“Hey.” Draken’s braid hung down the back of your couch as he called to you where you stood in the kitchen filling a big bowl with an assortment of chips and popcorn. 

“Hey.” You mimic his deep voice with a giggle coming over and setting the bowl in his lap. 

“Did you have fun with Mikey today?” He asked pressing a light kiss to your forehead. 

“Yup. Me, Mikey, and Emma had a lovely day out today.” You tossed a kernel of popcorn into your mouth with a snicker. 

“Don’t be like that. You know I’m not asking because I'm jealous.” His hair tickled the side of your face as he leaned in closer brushing stray strands of hair back from your cheeks. 

“No no, I know Ken Ken.” 

His breath flushed over your cheeks and nose when you met his eyes. You brushed your fingertips up the side of his head to trace his tattoo. His hands meeting your waist, fingers threading over the small of your back while he kissed you. And you returned the affection with every bit of eagerness that flooded your body. 

“What do you have going on Saturday?” He asked as he pulled away 

Your smile was warm, eyes practically twinkling as you said, “I don’t know whatever you’re doing I guess.” 

“You, me, Mikey, Mario Kart.” He suggests 

“That sounds so fun.” You place a kernel of popcorn on his tongue before turning to flip on the movie pulled up on the DVD player. 

“What is this?” Draken grumbled over the snack in his mouth. His demeanor quickly shifting. 

“I told you I was finally gonna show you The Notebook tonight.” You replied and Draken resisted his urge to groan as you cuddled up to his side fishing a couple chips out of the bowl still in his lap.

~~~~

Saturday morning Draken had arrived at your house at eleven am. He’d set everything up. You thought Mikey was coming at one but Draken had told him eleven knowing that he probably wouldn’t actually get there till twelve.

He’d helped you carry the bulky consoles and teased you all morning just so he could get you here. Right now at 11:45 am, your ass pressed between his bare thighs, socked feet tickling his bare knees, with your panties hanging off one foot as you worked your body up and down his length. The steady claps of your skin meeting creating a beautiful noise that bounced off the drab paint job in your living room. 

His name left your lips with a chorus of pleas. Pleas for his attention to your clit. Pleas for his thrusts to be harder. All greedy and messy while you gripped his shoulders tight for some form of stability. 

“Come on Darling, you can do it.” He replies thickly, the fingers he has sinking into the smooth flesh of your back hurt but the tighter it gets the more he’s enjoying it. “You’re doing so well.” He groans 

He slips a hand under your tee shirt looking for a better angle. His thighs spread and just for a couple seconds he indulges his good girl a little more. Feeds into your anxious cries as you whine about needing your orgasm so bad. Cock brushing against your cervix while you greedily weep for more.  

“Take it then.” He tells you breathily, head tilted back to show off the bob of his adam’s apple. His groans a little deeper as you work him up so close. Cunt squeezing so perfectly around him. Strands of his hair stuck to his forehead from the accumulation of sweat. “I want you to make yourself cum, Darling.” 

Your fingers twist into his shirt at every slam of his hips. Wandering hands drifting up to cup your breasts through your bra before coming back down to your hips.

You clearly can’t hear it. Too lost in bliss but the subtle click of the door opening and closing isn’t lost on Draken at all. He never stops feeding you his cock though. Not as the taps of footsteps get louder, not as the pounding in his chest gets a little harder and not even when Mikey is standing right in front of the two of you. 

“Name, Ken ch-” 

Mikey freezes and your eyes fly open thrashing around to grab the blanket at the end of the couch to cover your lower half. “Oh my god Mikey!” Mikey stays quiet though his eyes grow dark, lips parted as he stares at the two of you. “Mikey, I thought you weren’t coming till one..” You huff, hand over your forehead and eyelids as you clutch the blanket a little tighter with one hand. 

“Are you saying you’re upset that he’s here early?” Two sets of eyes fall on Draken. He has yet to let go of your hips as you sit in his lap still fully seated on his dick with his best friend standing only a couple feet away. 

“Not this again Ken..” Your words drift away as the palm of his thumb slips beneath the blanket to slide smoothly over your swollen clit. Surprisingly Mikey doesn’t make a move to leave. Feet seemingly stuck in their current position. 

He leans toward your ear though it's still loud enough for Mikey to hear. “Are you trying to tell me you didn’t squeeze my cock when Mikey walked in? Are you saying you don't like his eyes on you while I make you a mess?” 

“Wha.. Ke-” A breathy gasp leaves your lips. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mikey finally finds his voice though it lacks the malice he usual manages to possess. 

"You might as well stay while we finish. She's almost done."

Draken spreads your thighs with one arm pulling one of your ankles up till it’s resting partially against his shoulder and partially against the back of the couch. Slowly but surely the blanket begins to slip off your lower half exposing you slightly to Mikey. With your other leg resting against his; he thrust into you so deep that it creates a noticeable bulge in your stomach for just a split second.

A couple whimpers flutter off your lips and you try to slightly steady yourself as Draken guides his length into you without even the slightest hesitation. The couch shudders with loud creaks as if it's protesting the rough pace Draken has set never taking his eyes off a still shocked Mikey.

"Have you ever thought of fucking her like this?" Draken asks his voice husky and thick over your moans.

You're almost unabashed in the way you look over to Mikey with tears welling against the corners of your eyes. Thigh tensing with every rough pound of Draken's hips.

"K-ken.." You try only to gasp. It makes Mikey's hand fly to his tee shirt trying his best to cover what was so obviously growing right before you and Draken's eyes.

"I want to watch as Mikey fucks you." Draken finally admits. "Would you want that darling? Want Mikey to pound your pretty pussy like I always do?"

"Mm close.." You cry, lips trembling and wet as you throw your head back. Your fingers twist in Draken's shirt, leg twitching awkwardly by his head.

Mikey's lips hang open. His breathing raspy as your whole body tremors. You lean forward in Draken's grasp pushing him even deeper inside you as you cry over and over, "M' cumming K-ken.."

Draken lets his head fall back against the couch as you milk him while you're trapped in your own euphoria. His dick twitching through the intense groans you pull from his chest. When he's finished he places a gentle hand on your stomach.

"Will you take care of Mikey now?" He lifts your body off of him, placing you next to him.

"You want me to fuck your girlfriend? Have you lost it?" Mikey asks, cheeks stained a bright pink.

"Yeah, I'm giving you permission to show, Name a good time while I watch."

Mikey looks over to you. Slowly but surely you extend your hand to him looking at Draken for any bit of hesitation on his part. He hesitants and then his sandals are clicking against the hardwood as Draken motions for him to get between your legs. Mikey's eyes wide with attention as he stares down at you, hands stiff at his sides.

You look to Draken again who's pulled off his shirt by this point; laying back against the couch to rub his softened cock back to life. "Kiss him." Draken nods to Mikey who's basically stone at this point.

"C-can I?" You sit up pressing your hands to his cheeks immediately delighted by the strands of hair delicately brushing against the knuckles of your fingers.

When you lean into him, he presses forward. Hands reaching for the back of the couch for support. His lips are cold. Not at all what you'd thought they'd be. Hesitant, a little shaky and over all cute.

You couldn't help but trace the shape with your tongue. They were smaller than Draken's that part was obvious and more gentle too as though he was scared he could hurt you from just a small kiss. When you pushed him a little further coaxing his lips apart he conceded for you. With a heavy breath he slid one hand down to your face, Adam's apple bobbing where you could see it through your peripherals.

When your tongue slid into his mouth he took a deep breath cautious as you prodded forward with your tongue. And just as soon you were pulling away.

Draken added pressure to his tip with his thumb before sliding his hand back down his shaft in a smooth motion. "Take her shirt off." He instructed

Not only were Mikey's lips cold but his fingertips were also slightly cold as they slipped under your shirt with shaky hands. When you reached for Mikey's shirt Draken tsked,

"Be careful with him. He's still a virgin."

Mikey gritted his teeth in Draken's direction but ultimately said nothing. Weirdly enough that information broke the tension still present in your shoulders.

"Aw Mikey that's ok." He raised his arms as you slipped his dark blue shirt over his elbows, allowing it to join your already discarded clothes in the growing pile.

Though a part of you was slightly curious about whether or not it was by his own choice. With a bit more confidence now you slid your back up the couch a bit pulling Mikey in by the hem of his shorts. Without a second thought you reached behind your back to discard your bra bringing Mikey's free hands up to massage your breasts.

The little gasp he let out was so endearing, eyes clouded with tenderness and lust. Draken snickered at his end of the couch, "How's it feel to touch boobs for the first time?"

"Shut up." Mikey grunted

With your guidance he gingerly twisted and pulled at your taut nipples earning a sweet gasp as a reward. Meanwhile your hands curved up and down his physique, enamored by the touch his abs had just beneath your finger tips. So rough yet smooth and soft as they expanded and contracted for each of his breaths.

Not wanting to waste a second more you gestured to the band of Mikey's shorts, "Is this ok?" And once he nodded you pulled the string loose letting them fall to the ground with his boxers soon following.

Unsurprisingly he was smaller than Draken but he was thicker than you'd imagined. Pretty in both size and color with a much more rounded tip than Draken.

You looked up to Mikey's face. His attention elsewhere as you wrapped a warm hand around the base of his cock. "It's so pretty." You mumbled with a giggle when that gorgeous pink took full color against his cheeks. "I want to put it in my mouth. Can I?"

The bob of Mikey's Adam's apple didn't go unnoticed by you. The way sweat was already starting to appear on his forehead making you smile as he silently moved his hips closer to your mouth.

The hiss that slipped past his lips when you pressed your tongue to his tip and circled it gathering the precum sliding down was precious. And it dawned on you as if you hadn't remembered before that this was Mikey's first blow job.

The famous Mikey was getting his first right here and now. It pushed you further, you left wet open mouthed kisses all over his shaft before letting every sweet inch of him into your mouth. Delicately and steadily over his shaft till you were kissing his pelvic bone.

Never in all the years you had known Mikey had you ever seen him be so cute. His mouth was open for every panting breath he could muster trying and failing to catch his breath. His cheeks an even deeper pink than before and his eyes shut impossibly tight.

He reached out for the back of the sofa as you slowly pulled your mouth back before edging him all the way down your throat again.

"Oh God.." He choked out

Draken's laugh was boisterous the hand that was on his cock now slapped over his mouth as he tried to contain himself. "Darling you can't see from this angle but his face is perfect." He grins

You know it's bad when the only response Mikey gives to this is a loud gasp. His nails digging into the cushions behind you with a heavy grunt.

Draken leaned forward twisting his fingers into your hair gently to guide your head back and forth a little faster. "You look gorgeous, keep going."

Mikey's whimpers fill your ears and spit trickles over your lips. Your tongue swirling over the prominent veins at the base of his cock as you work him up with just your mouth. Curses flying off his lips at an exponentially higher rate.

"Doesn't she have such an amazing mouth?" Draken groaned hand resuming its earlier work.

Mikey could only hum lost in bliss with each thrust of his hips. He managed to angle himself deeper down your throat, reaching out to card strands of your hair back as well as he pushes his cock as far as it could go.

"Shit.. sh-it I think I'm gonna.."

Draken pulled your lips off surprisingly harshly. Fingers still deep in your hair as he guided your thighs open for Mikey. Cum from Draken's earlier orgasm still stained your thighs as Draken pushed Mikey forward by the small of his back.

The angle was kind of weird, especially for a first time but it did help Mikey align better and slowly but surely he was pushing inside. The fill of his cock pressing inside of you left you feeling a bit dazed and your eyes fluttered close. Nails finding purchase on his shoulder blades.

His forehead soon met yours, hitched breaths from his lips flush against your face. "Shit.." He heaved almost breathless.

"Yeah she'll do that to you." Draken grinned. You couldn't tell if it was your heartbeat or his pounding in your ear but you soon regained enough consciousness to wrap your legs around his waist.

"You ok?" He asked, eyelids fluttering open.

"Yeah. Feels good." You reply with a concentrated breath.

Mikey's hand slammed down against the couch cushion as he slowly began to move sucked in by your warm cunt. Every inch of his dick snug inside you. In a way that was so different from the earlier feeling of your mouth.

"Mikey.." You huffed trying not to lose it completely whenever he bottomed out. He wasn't long enough to touch your cervix but every inch of him was so obviously present inside you. Grazing your walls like they were built just for his cock.

"Angle your hips to the right a little." You could hear Draken's voice. All deep and husky like it always got when he was in the mood.

Mikey did as he was told, adjusting his hips till his dick perfectly pressed into your g-spot. You couldn't help it now your head falling back and your thighs shaking when he thrusted right into that spot.

"God.. f-uck.." Mikey grunted

"You're doing so well.." You mewled brushing his blond hair back where it was starting to stick to his face. "It feels.. s'good.."

Your thighs tensed as he started to speed up a tremble setting in his shoulders. You already knew what that meant. Bringing a hand under his chin to pull his lips into yours. The sounds of both Mikey and Draken settling in your ears as you felt the beginnings of the coil tightening in your stomach.

"Mm gonna cum.." Mikey moaned

The feeling of his cock twitching inside of you had you gripping him like a lifeline and he did the same. His arms wrapped around your waist as he emptied himself inside your fluttering walls.

"Oh God.." You sighed

His body continued to tremble, eyes far gone as you held his face to look at him. "You ok?" You giggled, still attempting to catch your breath.

"Draken was right about your pussy." Mikey grins

"Oh my God you told the guys?!" You pick up a pillow next to you chucking it at your boyfriend.

"I only told Mikey that part." Draken replies catching the flying projectile. "Hurry up and finish. This shits getting painful."

"Finish?" You're cut off by Mikey slowly pressing all the way back inside you. "You didn't get to cum." He whispers into your ear. His knee slides onto the couch next to you, guiding your hips against his cock.

Your head banging against the cushions behind you with each of his rough thrusts. Breaths short where they're falling off your lips. You don't miss the way Mikey's eyes clench shut, the way his teeth ungrit trying and failing to keep his noises quiet.

Your once messy and now unruly and missmanaged hair slips from the tie you'd once used to hold it. Strands falling over your face and into your eyes and collecting with the sweat present on every inch of your face.

Draken's groan came from the pits of his throat as he squeezed the tip of his cock in his fist. "I'm gonna cum." He warned, warmth spread through your stomach as you watched the tensing of his body soon followed by his thick cum shooting up only to return to earth. Coating his fists in liquid.

His dark eyes shut as he breathed through his orgasm with a deep sigh.

You cursed under your breath issuing your own word of warning as your thighs clenched around Mikey's waist. "Don't stop.." You pleaded, hands heavy on Mikey's shoulders as you pulled his body closer.

"I won't."

The coil in your stomach soon settled as your release coated Mikey's pelvic region slicking his cock as you cried out. A sense of familiarity soon falling over you as you watched the same build of intensity forming in Mikey.

The roll of Mikey's eyes utterly intoxicating as his hips stuttered forward with a breathy moan for the first bit of his orgasm. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his own hair a complete mess as he released deep inside of you completely losing control of his hips.

"Fuck Mikey.."

Mikey finally pulled out leaving his cum to ooze out of your used pussy as Draken stood from the end of the couch, heading for the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" You asked

"We need chips right? For Mario kart?" Draken called

"Yay we're still playing!" Mikey bounces like he's not still completely naked and didn't just finish fucking you.

"Of course we're still playing. That was the whole point of today." Draken replies

"You don't want to shower first?" You gesture to his cum covered chest and thighs.

"Like all together?" Mikey asks

"Nevermind let's just play."