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[joybabyjune]

Unexpected Snow

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Summery: When you try to hide from a heavy snowstorm in a motel, you find out that all the rooms are taken. Frank offers you his room, but you can’t let him sleep in his truck. You get him into your room and into your bed 👀

Warnings: explicit (minors dni!!!), big age gap (reader is 21, Frank in in his late 40’s), pet names (Sweetheart, sweet girl, good girl, pretty girl), no use of y/n, alcohol consumption, harassment (not from Frank), smut, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected piv (be smart friendsss), little bit of praise kink, little bit of degradation kink, dirty talk, creampie.

Author’s note: alright I really wanted to participate in the Beardthalbash thing. So I wrote this. I hope you guys like it. If you do, please let me know with a note and if you really like it, please reblog. You’ll make my day and it’s completely freeee.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language + I kind of wrote this pretty quickly because of the Beardthalbash deadline. Don’t hate me for any mistakes ✌🏼

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“Why?!” You yell out angrily, slamming your steering wheel and accidentally pressing the horn. “Oh shit..” You sink lower into your seat and wave a little apology at the car beside you. The lady on the radio continues talking. She goes on about the upcoming snowstorm and you really start to realize that you won’t make it to your destination. “Why today..” You whine to yourself.

After living with your alcoholic mother, and all the different men she brought in your life over the years, you finally decided that it was time for you to leave. You packed your bags, got into your car, closed your eyes and pointed your finger somewhere on your map to pick a location for you to start a new life.

You’ve been driving for a few hours now and the weather is getting worse and worse. You can feel your car struggling against the wind and the road surface slowly turns white with the snow that’s falling. Your wipers are working overtime and the windows fog over. “Fucking hell.” You mutter and turn off the radio, you’re done with the slight tone of panic in the weather reporter’s voice.

A few miles ago you saw a sign that said there was a motel nearby and you sigh in relieve when you see the exit towards it. “Lets just hope this only lasts ‘till the morning..” You say as you drive onto the parking lot. It is fully packed, but you find a spot. It’s not exactly near the entrance, but you take it. You get out of the car and are immediately hit by a gust of snowy wind. You run over to the reception and quickly get inside.

There’s a line of people, all trying to get a room and you quietly join the queue. It doesn’t take long before it’s your turn and you reach into your bag for your money. “One single room please..” You say while you look.

��I’m sorry ma’am but we’re fully booked for the night.” The lady behind the counter tells you. “There’s another motel a couple of miles away. If you want, I can call them to see if they still have a room?”

“W-what?” You ask frowning. You look out of the window, the weather has gotten even worse and there’s no way you can safely drive any further. “You have nothing?” You ask, slightly panicking.

“I’m afraid so..” She answers.

“Can stay with me, pretty thing..” You hear a voice drawl behind you. You turn around and see a man smirking at you. You take in his appearance and your stomach turns at the idea of having to sleep with him to have a place to stay. He must be in his sixties, his blonde-grayish hair sticks to his forehead and his mustache turned yellow under his nose due to years of smoking. There’s stains on the flannel that’s way to tight around his beer belly. “Got room for you in my bed, I mean..” He adds as his watery eyes glide over your body.

“N-no thank you.” You say nervously, deciding that it’s not worth it.

“Oh come on, Princess, can’t go out in weather like that..” He says nodding towards the window. He walks closer to you and you’re overwhelmed by the smell of sweat, stale beer and ashtray. It brings you back to all the times your mother’s boyfriends would try to get handsy with you. “Promise I’m not a serial killer.” He says laughing and displaying his yellow teeth.

“N-no, I’m good, really..” You say again and he reaches out to touch your face but you back away.

“She said no, asshole.” A voice behind you barks. You turn around and see a big, attractive looking man. Dark hair, dark eyes, well groomed beard. He radiates danger, but for some reason he makes you feel safe. “Leave her alone.”

“And who the fuck are you?” The creep asks him. “Who are you to decide what I should do. Keep it to yourself and let me have my fun with this one.” He adds and tries to reach out for your waist this time.

Your savior grabs his wrist and turns it, making him cry out in pain. “Go to your room and leave the girl alone.” He says, his voice a whispered growl.

“Ah ah ah, okey okey!” He says trying to free his arm. Once he succeeds he holds up his hands. “Alright. She’s all yours man. Not worth the fucking trouble.” He says, looking you up and down as he walks away.

You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling dirty with how looked at you and spoke about you. “Thanks..” You say looking at the floor.

“Here. Take my room.” He says and hands you a key.

You frown. “W-what? But where are you gonna-“

“Slept in worse conditions. I’ll be fine.” He says. “Take the keys, kid.”

“I’m not a kid.” You say looking up at him. Not really sure why it bothers you.

He huffs a laugh and smirks a little at your stubbornness. “Just take the keys and be safe, okey?”

“We can-“ You start. “We can share the room.” You say taking in his appearance and not minding his company.. “I’m not comfortable with letting you drive in this weather either.”

“I’m not driving, I’ll just crash in my truck.” He says. “I’ll be okey ki-, sweetheart. Trust me.”

You smile a little at how he caught himself when he was gonna call you kid again. “But-“

“Go.” He presses. “Get your stuff before the weather gets even worse and I’m not even gonna let you get back to your car.” He smirks teasingly.

“O-okey, thanks a lot, ehh..”

“Frank.”

“Thanks a lot, Frank.” You smile and take the keys from him, quickly shoving a fifty dollar bill in his hand for the costs of the room.

“You don’t need t-“ He starts, looking at the money.

“You will take it.” You cut him off and you quickly walk away before he can say something else.

You hold your hands above your head to shield you from the snow while you run to your car. It does absolutely nothing to protect you, but there’s not really a better option available at the moment.

Luckily you fit al your belongings in a single suitcase and a backpack, so you don’t have to haul a lot of luggage. You grab your stuff and run as best as you can towards the rooms. The wheels on your cheap suitcase have trouble with the speed and the think layer of snow that has formed on the floor. You quickly look at the worn leather tag that’s attached to the key. “23..” You mutter the room number. The room in front of you has a big 18 on the door. You follow the wall to your left. “19.. 20.. 21..” You mutter to yourself as you pass the doors. The sound of a car door slamming closed catches your attention and you look over to the parking lot. It’s the guy who gave you his room. Frank. You squint your eyes to look inside his truck and see how he’s wrapped himself in a blanket. You bite your lip, feeling guilty and hold up your hand in a mixture of greeting, thanking and apologizing. He waves back and juts his chin in the direction of your room, telling you without words, to go inside.

You rush inside and look around. It’s a bit dated with the terrible green and orange wallpaper and worn out wooden furniture, but it’s nice and warm which is the only important thing for the night. You look around, but there’s not much to see. A bed, a tv, a desk with a chair and thank god, a minibar. You open the door to the bathroom, and peer inside. “Fucking hell..” You laugh through your nose when you see the puke green shower cabin. “Who would choose that..?”

You decide that going to bed early will make it feel like the time goes faster so that you can hopefully be on your way again before you know it. You fish some clean underwear and a big t-shirt from your suitcase to sleep in and head into the bathroom for a shower.

The hot water feels good on your skin and it’s the first time today that you relax a little bit. Your mind drifts to Frank in his truck and you really feel guilty. He helped you out big time and now he’s out there in the cold. You figure you could at least invite him in for a beer or something. If he really doesn’t want to share the room, he can always go back to his truck after that. You turn off the shower and quickly dry and dress yourself.

You peek through the curtains and see that he’s still awake, reading some book. You bite your lip and wave to get his attention, but he doesn’t notice you. “Fuck..” You mutter to yourself and move to open the door. “Frank!” You yell, shivering from the cold. Goosebumps forming on your bare legs. “Frank!”

He looks up and his eyes widen. He rolls down his window. “What the hell are you doing?!” He yells. “Go inside!”

“Come in here!” You yell back. “Warm up a bit, h-have a beer, take a sh-shower, whatever.. Y-you can go back to sleep in your truck after, j-just come in for a while.” You say shivering. “W-won’t take no f-for an answer.”

“Fucking hell..” He curses, wiping a hand over his face in annoyance and quickly gets from the car. “Alright, alright. Just go inside!” He says while he grabs a duffel bag from the backseat.

You smile to yourself, happy to get what you want and you quickly get inside, leaving the door open for him.

“What’s wrong with you.” He growls when he gets inside and quickly closes the door behind him.

“Felt guilty.” You answer shrugging as you sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Gotta be more careful with people if you’re gonna be traveling alone, little girl.” He says and drops his bag on the floor. “Don’t even know me.”

You pout a little, knowing that he’s right. “You gave me your room instead of offering to share like that creep.” You justify your actions. “Guess that makes you a good man, right?”

He huffs as if he doesn’t really agree with you.

“So…” You say skeptically. “Are you like.. Gonna kill me or something?”

He laughs quietly. “No, Sweetheart, you’re good.”

“Good. And I won’t kill you, so that’s settled then.” You say. “And I’m not a little girl by the way, I’m 21.”

He laughs. “Alright, I’m sorry.” He says holding up his hands in a mock excuse.

“There’s towels in the bathroom.” You say while you get up to look in the mini fridge. “The water is nice. And here..” You say when you open the fridge. “Here we have some beers, some nuts and some chocolates.”

“You don’t have to do this.” He says. “I’m fine in my truck.”

“Stop it. I’m not letting you stay out there.” You say, leaving no room for discussion.

“Alright.” He says, rubbing his neck. He grabs his bag and takes some clothes out to bring into the bathroom.

You grab yourself a beer and lie down on the lumpy bed. “Let’s see what the weather is gonna do..” You mutter to yourself while turning on the tv.

“Conditions are getting worse and worse outside and it does not look like this storm is going to settle anytime soon. Specialists are calling it the worst snow storm in years. You’re advised to stay inside and-“ The weather lady gets cut off by a shirtless Frank who opens the bathroom door.

Your mouth drops open at the sight of his ripped body, he slicks his wet hair back and water drips from his beard onto his chest. You rasp your throat and look away. “‘M sorry, didn’t think to bring one to the bathroom.” He says as he grabs a tank top and pulls it over his head.

You’re suddenly very aware of your lack of pants. Sure the t-shirt you’re wearing is big enough to be called a dress, but it still only reaches your mid thigh. “I can, eh, I can put on pants if you-“

“Don’t worry about it.” He says while taking a beer from the fridge. He grabs the chair, sitting down on it with his legs spread. “‘S your room, should wear what you want, right.”

You nod towards the tv, changing the subject of your clothing, or the lack thereof, to the weather reporter. “Says it might be the worst storm in like.. Ever..” You say. “Well, maybe not ever.. But in years.”

“-cold temperatures like this can be deadly, so please be careful and stay inside if possible.” The weather lady continues on the tv.

“See. It’s dangerous out there. Think it would be considered murder if I let you sleep out there in your truck and you die tonight?”

“Nahh..” Frank says smirking. “Sooo.. What’s the deal with you? You running from something or towards something?” He asks waving a hand at your luggage.

“Who says I’m running?” You ask biting your lip.

Frank raises his eyebrows and tilts his head, telling you it’s pretty obvious without words.

You sigh and look away. “From something I guess.. I don’t know, just.. Just need a fresh start, you know?”

“Hmm.” He nods in understanding. “Get that..”

“What about y-“ You start but you’re interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. “The fuck..” You mumble nervously and you pull your legs up to your chest.

There’s another loud knock and you see Frank grabbing a gun from his bag. “Wha-? W-why do you have that?” You whisper yell.

Frank places his finger against his lips to tell you to shut up and he walks to the door. “Hey Princes!” You hear the slurred voice of the creep from before and another loud knock on the door. Frank’s body visibly relaxes, he places the gun in his waistband on his back and he yanks open the door.

“The fuck did I tell you, huh?” He growls.

“Y-you?” He asks confused. He sounds very drunk. “Saw the -hic- saw the girl go in here..”

“Get the fuck out of here.” Frank says angrily. “Now.”

Seeing Frank protect you like that kind of turns you on. And the way the muscles of his shoulders and back flex as he tenses in anger when the guy doesn’t leave straight away. Fuck.. The beer and that fact that you haven’t gotten any action in a while also don’t help.

“If you wanna live, you go to your room now and you don’t come out till the morning.” Frank rasps in a low voice.

You should be scared of this stranger with a gun, threatening someone’s life, but you’re not.

“Alright.. Jesus..” You hear the guy slur and you’re guessing he walks away.

“Yeah, that’s right..” Frank rasps before closing the door, placing the gun on the desk and sitting down again. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he takes a sip of his beer and you squeeze your thighs together.

“T-thanks. Don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.” You say. “Good thing I got you in here, huh?” You add, smiling and winking playfully. Maybe even flirtatiously.

“Yeah yeah..” He huffs a laugh.

“First you save me by giving me your room and then you help me get a creep away from that room..” You say getting on your knees on the edge of the bed and looking up at him through your lashes. You’re pretty sure your nipples are showing through your shirt. “How can I ever repay you..?”

“How can ya-?” He looks off to the side, licks his lips and looks back at you. “Listen, Sweetheart.. You don’t have to do this. ‘S not why I helped you.”

“I know I don’t have to..” You say and you bite your lip, looking at his crotch. You think the bulge has grown a little already.

“Y-you already gave me money for the room and let me use your shower..” You can tell he’s getting a little nervous.

“Huh.. That’s right..” You say smirking at the realization. “Maybe.. Maybe you should thanks me then..” You’ve never been this forward in your life, but you kind of like it. There’s no going back now and you lift your t-shirt over your head.

“Fuck..” Frank growls softly as he takes in your appearance. The only thing covering you is a tiny black thong. “Sweetheart..” He pleads a little, but he gets up and walks your way. He places two fingers under your chin and pushes your head back, making sure you look up at him. “You sure?”

“Please..” You say panting.

He growls a little and moves his hands to your bare tits. “These are perfect..” He says as he squeezes them a little before rolling the hard nipples between his fingers.

You moan softly and arch your back, pushing against his hands. “F-feels good.”

“Yeah?” He asks as he leans forward and sucks one hard little peak into his mouth.

“Yesss..” You moan louder as you feel his warm tongue slide over your skin. He bites gently and your eyes roll back in your head. “Fuckkk..” His beard scratches against your skin, but it only adds to the pleasure.

“Like that, little girl?” He asks.

“Not a little-“

“Yeah y’are.. A bad little girl.. Seducing men over twice her age..” He mumbles against your skin as he kisses his way to your other nipple. Giving it the same attention as the first one.

“Oh fuck..” You whine, your belly clenching at his words. “Don’t usually.. I.. I’m a good girl..” You pant.

He gets up and pulls the tank top over his head. “Good girl, huh? That right?”

You nod, looking up at him through your lashes.

He slowly undoes the strings of his shorts. “Gonna show me how good of a girl y’are, hm?”

You swallow thickly. “Y-yes..” You say nervously and move back on the bed so you can lean forward on your elbows, your face level with his crotch. “P-please..”

He growls and pushes the shorts down together with his boxers. A big, rock hard cock springs free. It’s thick and veiny with a nice, large, pre cum leaking head. Your mouth waters and you moan loudly. “So big..” You whine and take him in your hand. “Fuck..” You swallow thickly as your feel that he’s too big to wrap your finger around the shaft.

“You can handle it though, right, Sweetheart?” He teases and gently lays his hand on the back of your head tangling his fingers in your hair.

“Gonna try..” You say while you start stroking him. You look up at him while you stick out your tongue and lick the pre cum from his tip, lightly tonguing the little slit before swirling your tongue all around the head.

“F-fuck..” He hisses.

You contemplate if you should tease a little more, but you’re too inpatient. You smile up at him and slowly let him slide into your mouth. Your lips stretch tightly around his girth and you moan.

“That’s it.. That’s a good girl..” He groans as you take him as deep as you can, until he pushes against your throat.

You moan and your eyes roll back in your head at his words. You’ve never been with anyone who talked to you like this and you really like it.

You start sucking him slow and deep, letting your saliva drip down his shaft. You stroke the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth with one hand and gently fondle his balls with the other. The muscles in his stomach clench and his hips buck forward. The movement pushes his cock against your throat and you gag. “Fuck ‘m sorry.. Been a while..”

You smile around him and moan. “Oh you like that, huh?” He asks and he thrusts deep into your mouth. You gag again. Your eyes roll back and you moan. You love the way he takes control, the way he uses your mouth, your throat, for his pleasure. “Yeahh.. See, just a dirty, bad little girl.. Want me to fuck your face, hm?”

You try to say yes with his cock in your mouth, but all that comes out is some gurgles, so you nod. He growls and starts thrusting. “That’s it.. Take that fucking cock..”

You gag and choke. Your eyes are watery as you look up at him and you’ve never been more turned on in your life. Never been this wet.

“Gonna make me cum like that..” He groans. His hand tightens in your hair and he pulls out.

“Hmmmm.” You protest and you try to keep him in, but let go with a pop.

You pout and he chuckles. “I was supposed to be thanking you, remember?” He asks, gently stroking himself.

“Y’are..” You say, your voice a bit hoarse. “Think I’m doing this for you?” You tease smirking. “No.. This is for me.. And now I want my treat..” You add and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue.

He laughs through his nose and shakes his head in disbelieve. “Gonna take a minute before I can go again if I do that. ‘M not 18 anymore, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t care..” You say. “Please..” You add before sucking him back in your mouth hungrily.

Frank growls loudly. Rambling while you determinedly suck him off, stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth. “Fuck.. You want it, Sweetheart? Want my cum? Such a good girl.. Yeah, don’t stop.. Sweet girl.. Fuckkkk!”

Thick, hot cum coats your tongue and squirts against the back of your throat. You moan and swallow everything. Fuck that was hot.. You slowly and gently suck a little more, trying to get every last drop without overstimulating him. “F-fucking hell..” He groans softly. You let his softening member slide from your mouth and smile up at him proudly. He smiles back at you lazily, showing the crow’s feet next to his eyes, and caresses your cheek. “That was amazing..” He pants. He immediately looks more light and relaxed.

“Yeah?” You tease, biting your lip and getting up, sitting back on your heels.

“Yeah..” He says and he almost sounds a little shy. “Your turn now..” He says as he gets on the bed and guides you on your back with him on top of you. He gently grabs your jaw and leans in to kiss you. The scratching of his beard against your chin and cheeks is pleasant in contrast with his soft lips. His tongue darts out and flicks over your bottom lip, silently asking to let him in. You open your mouth and your tongues dance together in a passionate kiss. His free hand moves between your bodies to your dripping center and he growls. “Oh, Sweetheart.. You’re soaking..” He mutters against your lips

You buck your hips into his hand. “P-please..” You pant. You need more.. A lot more..

“Did sucking me off make you this wet, Sweetheart?” He teases a little.

You don’t answer, just moan.

“Can I take these off?” He asks playing with the hem of your panties.

“Please..” You say. You’re the shy one now. l

He sits up, hooks his thumbs in the lacy fabric and you lift your hips, so he can slide them down your legs. He throws them on the floor. “Open up, pretty girl..” He says and he slides his hand from your knees to the insides of your thighs spreading you open for him. He growls loudly. “Such a pretty pussy.. Wanna taste you, Sweetheart.. You want that? Want my tongue, sweet girl?”

“Y-yes, Frank.. Please.. Need it so badddd..” The last word is dragged out as he slowly slides his flat tongue through the full length of your slit. “Holy shit..” You moan.

He growls loudly. “Hmmmm.. You taste so good..” He slides his tongue through your lips a few more times, pushing it inside of you a couple of times, before swirling it around your clit. His tongue soft, warm and wet against your sensitive skin.

“Ooh, Frank! Fuck! Y-your good at that!” Your hips buck and he holds you down, growling. He slowly pushes two fingers inside you and sucks your clit into his mouth. “Holy.. Fuck!” He hooks his fingers inside you, massaging the spongy skin at your front wall while sucking and licking on your clit. You see stars. “Frank I’m gonna.. Please don’t stop! I’m gonna..” You fist your hand in his hair, holding on for dear life.

“Do it..” He hums against your skin. “Cum on my tongue..”

You cry out loudly as you explode. “Yessss!! Oh fuck!”

“Hmmm..” He growls as he laps up your juices. “Good girl.. Good girl.. Fuck I need to be inside you..”

“Yess.. Need you.. Please..” You pant and you try to pull him up at his shoulders. He moves over you, forearms on either side of your head, caging you in and kisses you again, hungrily. You taste yourself in his mouth and the hairs from his beard are wet with your slick.

He’s hard again and you can feel him against your groin. He moves his hand between your body’s and aligns himself with your opening. “Ready, Sweetheart?” He asks looking into your eyes.

“Yes.. Give it to me..” You pant.

“Eyes on me.” He says and slowly but surely sinks inside of you. “Fuck..” He hisses. “So tight..”

Your mouth falls open. “Oh Frank..” You moan. “So big.. So good..”

He slowly starts fucking you. His jaw is slack and he looks at you like he’s in awe. “Please, kiss me..” You moan and he happily obliges. It’s amazing and it feels like the two of you have known each other since forever.

“You feel so good..” He growls against your lips and speeds up his thrusts, making you cry out a little. “This okey?” He asks between kisses and he moves his hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

“M-more.. Harder, please..” You moan.

“Yeah?” He asks, lifting up his head to look you in the eyes. You nod and he nods back before speeding up his thrusts even more, properly pounding you now. You can feel him slamming against your cervix and it feels absolutely amazing.

“Oh F-Frank! Fuck!” You cry out loudly. You can feel yourself nearing another orgasm. “Please don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

He growls. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?!” He asks never slowing his pace.

“Yes!! Oh Frank!!!” You squeeze your thighs around him tightly and lose yourself in your orgasm. “Yessss!!”

“Fuck! Wh-where d’you want it?” He pants, his voice sounds strained.

“I-Inside! Please! I’m on birth control.. Please I want it inside me! Please Frank, please cum for me!” You beg, moaning.

His breath hitches in his throat. “Oh you’re perfect.. S-so perfect.. Fucking fill you up.. T-take it!” He pushes inside of you as deep as he can and stills as he cums, growling loudly. “Yessss!!”

He collapses on top of you and you just lie there, both panting. “Can’t breathe.” You say after a while. He chuckles and rolls next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“That was..” He mutters.

“Yeah it was.” You say.

“‘M not going back to my truck.” He says looking at you, smirking.

You laugh. “I’m glad.” You say and you cuddle into his chest.

You don’t know what tomorrow will bring and if the snow will be gone, but you don’t want to think about that now. Right now, you just want to enjoy the warmth and safety from this amazing man.

[sweetlummie]

The hell am I doing here?

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Creep!Joel Miller x plus size!fem!reader

!!! 18+ content. If you’re a minor go away !!!

A/n: Here we are! My 3rd installment to my now series! I hope the smut parts are good and makes sense! Also not proofread so any and all mistakes are mine! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗

Warnings: creepy behavior, stalking, facefucking kinda- , cum eating, lmk if I missed any!

W/c: 1.4k

Creep (pt.1) Weirdo (pt.2)

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It had been a few days since your sleepover with Sarah, you left their house in a rush and with so much guilt. When Sarah called and asked why you left before she woke up you made the sorry excuse saying you had to do homework because you forgot that you had an early due date. She was a little confused but she didn’t press on. Joel on the other hand was dying, this man didn’t know how to cope with what had transpired between you both. You hated him now didn’t you? Every day he hoped to receive a call or a text from you saying you didn’t mean those harsh words you told him that night. You didn’t mean them at all and you loved him. But that didn’t happen. He was losing his mind- he needed to see you, needed to hear you speak, needed you in your entirety.

Sarah had tried to get you to hang out at her house again but you always refused. You would only hang out with her if it was at your house or it was out in town. You didn’t want to see Joel, you didn’t even want to see Sarah still consumed with your guilt. But you couldn’t just ghost your best friend no matter how bad you felt it wasn’t fair for her to be punished for your bad decisions.

Sat alone in your room you’d often think about how he made love to you.. No matter how awful you felt you couldn’t help but put your hand in your panties trying to replicate the delicious feel of Joel. Too often did you masturbate to the thought of his thick cock or his thick fingers stretching you out perfectly. The more you thought about it the more you felt bad for how you reacted but there was always a nagging voice inside saying that you did the right thing. That what you both did was highly inappropriate and should never happen again. As you went through your post-nut clarity you decided that no more. You had to move on, it was for the best. Even if it hurt you to the core, it had to be done.

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Summer had passed and Sarah had gone back to college. It was also radio silent from both yours and Joel’s ends. Little did you know that a few days earlier Joel lost it and began keeping tabs on you. Before work he’d drive past your dad’s house to see if your car was still in the driveway or not. During his lunch he’d slowly drive through the different parking lots of your college to spot your car. When he’d get off of work he’d pass by your dad’s house once more, just to be sure you got home safely.

After a few days of his stalking, he had spotted you walking out of college. You looked so beautiful and radiant, he smiled at the sight of you. His smile quickly soured when he saw who you were with, who was making you laugh. You were with some lanky kid, he had seen the look on that boy’s face and he knew that look all too well. A boy like him couldn’t handle a plump goddess like you. Only he could. Why did that asshole feel so entitled to be in the mere presence of his girl?

Enraged, Joel sped off to his house. Once there he made his way to his room. He took out his phone. Fuck it. He was gonna text you and demand answers as to who that kid was and why he felt the right to be around you.

Baby. who the fuck were you with today?

WHO fucking was he?

Why was he so chummy with you huh?

Answer me.

He spammed your phone and when you wouldn’t answer after several hours he took matters into his own hands. Getting in his truck he sped to your house, he knew your dad was working late for these past few weeks so he wasn’t concerned with getting caught. He knocked loudly at your house door calling your name.

Eventually you came out with an angry look on your face. “What the hell are you doing here?! I thought I told you not to look for me.” You spat out in anger. “You gonna tell me who that boy was princess? Or do I need to fuck that information out of you brat?” He replied in a low growl as he shoved his way inside your house slamming the door behind him and locking it. You walked backwards towards the living room. “What are you talking about Joel? What boy?” you asked as he inched closer to you, making you fall back on the couch.

“Don't play coy baby.. That boy you were smilin’ and laughin’ with earlier today as you were leavin’ campus.” he chuckled darkly as he towered over you. He gently grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. “Don't tell me you forgot how good I stretched that pussy of yours some nights ago. Why you doin’ this baby hm?”

You gulped as your lips trembled, why was this turning you on? The simple fact he just admitted to stalking you should’ve turned you off- should’ve made you kick him out but it had the opposite effect on you. You shifted your thighs as you felt your arousal leak out of you. “Sorry… he was just a friend.. Nothing serious..” You didn’t know why you felt the need to explain yourself to him. He wasn’t your boyfriend and you promised yourself you’d stay away from him but here you were falling into his arms again. “Thas not good enough baby. I don't like when my girl is laughin’ around someone who ain’t me. Oh and don’t think I’m lettin’ you go unpunished for ignorin’ me either. So be a good little girl and show me how sorry you are.”

He spoke condescendingly as you felt butterflies in your stomach. Fuck morals, fuck your principals, you let your arousal take over your actions as you stood up and got on your knees. You looked up at him and went to unbutton his pants. “Thas a good girl.” He encouraged you as you freed his rock hard, throbbing cock. “Go on baby, put ‘em in your mouth.” You’ve never sucked cock before so this was all entirely new but you had seen women give blowjobs to men in different pornos you’ve browsed. You spat on your hand and began to pump his cock, he groaned as he bucked his hips into your hand. You leaned down and kitten licked his tip, before you took him in your mouth. You only made it halfway when you began to gag and tear up. “Easy princess go slow f’me. Don’t hurt yourself. Breath through your nose.” He encouraged and you nodded your head. Doing as Joel instructed you eventually were able to take him completely in your mouth. You had a steady pace that was making him whimper out and his thighs tremble. “Fuck so good baby..” He grabbed your hair and began thrusting in your mouth. At first he started out slow then as if something snapped inside of him he began to thrust his hips harshly and wildly. Your eyes widened as more tears spilled out and you held onto his hairy thighs for stability. After a few more ruthless thrusts he came down your throat.

He pulled out and grabbed your chin. “Open wide baby.” You opened your mouth to show the pearly spend that was inside. “Thas a good girl. Now swallow it all. Don’t waste a single drop.” You closed your mouth and swallowed. The salty taste of it all overbearing your senses and it slightly hurt your raw throat as it went down. He brought you up to your feet and placed a rough kiss on your mouth.

“There we go baby. That wasn’t so hard. Now stop ignorin’ me and maybe I’ll fuck you again real soon.” You were dumbfounded, completely gobsmacked. You just nodded your head as Joel smiled darkly. “Good.. Gonna get goin’ now baby.. Remember your pussy is mine. Your little throat is mine. You are mine.” You watched as he left your house and heard him drive away. You were deeply enamored at this point, he had imprinted on you. You knew were completely fucked.

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[goldentsum]

— made to be together.

PAIRING: adopted father! sakusa x adopted daughter! reader; sakusa x mentioned wife (beginning)

GENRE: smut, dark content

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

SUMMARY: after trying so hard to get his wife pregnant so many times, sakusa is done and coming to the conclusion that his wife would never give him children. already fed up with trying and getting his hopes up, the two decided to adopt a child to avoid getting disappointed again. in the midst of searching for a daughter, he didn’t expect to find a sweet little thing he won’t be able to resist.

WARNING: pseudo-incest, age-gap (10+), smut, dark themes, unhealthy relationships, daddy kink, manipulative tendencies, implied miscarriages, creepy and asshole! sakusa, cheating, unprotected.sex, .dubcon, virginity loss, delusional! reader, narcissistic! sakusa, 17-18 years old! reader at the beginning but then turns 18+ when smut is happening

AUTHOR’S NOTE: MERRY CHRISTMAS HOES! tis a present from me~ first dark content fic and my first long fic after 2-3 months of hiatus! but i’m still excited! if you don’t like content like this just ignore this then. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH DARK THEMES. if you don’t like content like this, just block the tag tw.darkcontent,, READ WITH CAUTION!

REMINDER: this is not love and i do not condone this type of behavior. be smart on the internet. if you don’t like it just click away, no need to hate. you are responsible for your time on the internet.

“shit” sakusa cursed as he sat on the bed, hands running up and down his face in stress and anger. his wife bit her lip at the sight of her husband getting angry. she called out with her small voice, trying to lighten up the mood and chirped. “w-we can try again, yoomi.. we have all the time in the world-” 

sakusa stood up, his beautiful wife’s words trailing off. he looked at her with a scowl, “and how many times more do we need to keep trying? it’s your fault, for fucks sake. always fucking it up and losing the damn child.” the glare on his dark eyes was enough to shut the timid woman up. sakusa saw how she was trying to make herself small in the large king size bed and scoffed. 

he then exited to go to the connected bathroom in their bedroom, leaving his wife with her self-destructive thoughts as she blamed herself for always stressing her husband out. it was her fault that the man was angry and sakusa makes sure she knows that. it was her fault that she can’t get pregnant. all of those time trying and money spent for vacations wasted because she can’t even do what normal women do. 

quickly wiping the pesky tears that run down her soft cheeks not wanting her husband to see it because she knows how sakusa doesn’t like it when she plays the victim. 

sakusa washed his hands on the sink, gritting his teeth in irritation. shutting the running water off and quickly wiping his hands on a clean towel he puts on the sink, he stared at his reflection. dark eyes trailed down his features. 

it wasn’t his fault. it was his wife’s. he is a capable man. he can do anything. he is not at fault here. how can he be? he’s perfect. he’s handsome. he’s rich. athletic. at his prime and can do anything his mind tells him to. 

“w-we can try other things...” sakusa heard his wife’s timid voice call out. his wife, such a delicate woman. a pathetic one too at that. 

the man rolled his eyes and moved to enter their shared room again. “what other things, misa?” 

the woman tried to smile, but her lips were too wobbly and shaky. “we can always a-adopt, right?” 

sakusa scowled at the suggestion. adopt? raise another man’s child? what kind of bullshit was that. that was the stupidest thing his wife ever came up with and that’s saying something. 

“i-i know what you’re t-thinking.. but uhm.. we can always just look around and see if you like them?” misa trailed off, her voice scared and small when sakusa only continued to stare down at her. 

“fine.” 

this is stupid and a waste of time. why is he even here? in this place filled with vermin and shitty things? oh that’s right. because of his wife, who’s stupid enough to suggest they go to an orphanage. 

dark eyes glared at the children playing on the courtyard. hate and shame filled sakusa’s being. why can’t he just have children of his own. tsk, of course the woman he chose to be with has to be utterly useless. sakusa scoffed at his thoughts and followed his wife. she was quite excited if he guessed correctly. her soft eyes observed the dirty children around them. 

“hello, welcome! welcome! come in” an old woman greeted them by the door, her smile wide and happy. the couple entered the large building much to sakusa’s dismay. 

“thank you so much for having us” sakusa heard misa said softly in front of him as he looked around the place and grunted in disgust when he saw the dusty windows. it was a good thing that he always wears a mask, other people are too inadequate to be trusted and they can’t even clean the damn place right. 

the headmistress smiled at the lovely woman in front of her then turned her gaze to the tall stoic man behind her. the two were in their separate world while the man ignored them. 

the older woman chuckled wearily making misa copy her in nervousness. the woman then toured them around the building, introducing little kids that might capture their attention but sakusa couldn’t care less. they won’t be adopting. he won’t take a little vermin into his house only for them to disturb his safe place.

sakusa grunted in boredom, making his wife’s attention snap to him. wide nervous and questioning eyes stared up at him. 

“i’m going to stay in the car.” he grumbled and walked away, leaving misa with the headmistress, not even waiting for her response. 

he left the building, the noise inside now was a muffled sound making him sigh in relief and irritation. sakusa climbed down the stairs of the porch, rolling his shoulders and groaned when his joints cracked satisfyingly. when he reached the bottom, he looked around and realized that it wasn’t where he parked his car. 

“for fuck’s sake.” cursing under his breath, he was about to go back inside when he noticed something or someone at the corner of his eye. 

he stood there in awe, looking at the most beautiful creature he has ever saw. you sat on the bench in the garden while flowers and trees accompanied you. you looked so picturesque and ethereal with your long (h/c) hair down in a braid on your shoulder and your white prim and immaculate dress. 

sakusa continued to look at you, loving the contrasting moment with you and the building where he hears the muffled noises inside. with you, it was quiet, peaceful. 

the man snapped out of it, scolding himself for ogling at a young girl. that was a new low and sakusa kiyoomi does not do low. he wasn’t the type of guy who’s creepy and fucking disgusting. he was above that. 

sakusa scowled and moved to enter the building again but then the door opened and in came into view was his wife and the headmistress. his wife stared at him in shock but quickly replaced it with a soft smile.

“yoomi... good timing, the headmistress was just going to introduce me to someone” his wife said, sliding down a hand to grasped his making him cringe in disgust but his wife was already used to that. 

the headmistress cleared her throat, seeing the awkward interaction, and smiled at the couple then to the garden where you were sitting at as you read. 

“(y/n) dear? where are you? i would like you to meet someone” the older woman called out and sakusa saw you perk up from your seat and smile at the headmistress. 

when you smiled, it felt like you just knocked the air out of his lungs and all he could think of is how to make you smile again, this time directed at him. 

you walked ever so gracefully and stopped when you were just merely a couple of feet away from him. from this distance, sakusa could smell the fresh scent of flowers that followed you. 

“dear, this is mr. and mrs. sakusa, they’re here to look for a child” the headmistress cooed at you while you smiled at her then turned to the couple, greeting them like the good girl you are. 

“hello, mr. and mrs. sakusa. i hope you’ve been successful in your search” your voice was a melodic chime, a sweet and alluring call like a siren, pulling him closer and closer. 

your big doe eyes then locked with dark ones. sakusa didn’t realize how beautiful the color (e/c) was until he saw it in your eyes. he just found his new favorite color. 

“the headmistress told me so much about you, (y/n). and i do hope it is successful as well” his wife giggled softly, looking at you. 

the older woman smiled at the couple and then turned to you, “go on, dear. go to your room” 

you raised a brow at that when you heard the line the headmistress uses when the children are about to get adopted. confused but also happy, you nodded and bid the couple goodbye. 

when you were out of sight, the headmistress then asked, “what do you think of (y/n)? she’s very smart. she’s a well-mannered girl and she helps the church” 

sakusa furrowed his brows in confusion then looked to his smiling wife who was quick to explain, “i suggested to the headmistress that it would be nicer to have an older child” 

“an older child...” 

the headmistress then cut in, seeing the tension that was rising between the couple, “an older child might be better, sir. mrs. sakusa told me that you and her have a very busy schedule” 

his wife nodded and smiled at the headmistress, “she’s perfect...” the older woman nodded as well, smiling brightly and bid them a small farewell to relay the news to you. 

“what the hell are you thinking, misa? have you gone crazy” sakusa glowered at his wife making her flinch. 

“i-... i want her yoomi! she’s perfect, isn’t she? and with o-our busy schedule, she can fit right in” misa argued, she really needed the company. 

sakusa always leaves her alone and when he does get home, all he does is belittle her. reminding her of her shortcomings as a wife, as a person... she needed someone... someone who can be her safe haven.

you sat inside the car, looking out of the window, happy that you were finally adopted. in the midst of your happy thoughts, you didn’t notice the constant shifting gaze to you by your new dad on the rear view mirror. 

misa turned to you from the passenger seat with a smile, “i’m so happy that you’re here, (y/n).” 

you smiled back at your new mom and nodded, “i’m very happy as well” 

the beautiful woman grinned at you and nodded back then sat normally again, humming a cheery tune under her breath. sakusa shifted his eyes again on the mirror to look at you. suppressing the shiver that ran down his spine when you caught him staring as you smiled at him, he ignored you and looked back to the road again. 

you let your smile fall when you saw the cold reaction the man gave you but quickly shrugged it off and looked back again to the window to watch the buildings go by. 

when you finally arrived at your new home, you gaped at the huge house. clearly, your new parents are rich. filthy rich at that. misa giggled at your expression making you snap out of your thoughts as you looked away in embarrassment at being caught while sakusa scoffed and exited the car, leaving you and misa alone. 

misa frowned at her husband but quickly smiled back at you, reassuringly, “don’t worry, (y/n)... your new daddy... he’s just a bit reserved and quiet...” 

you knew for sure that the man hated you or something. well, maybe hate is a strong word but you’re sure that he doesn’t like you. you nodded at misa with a small smile. 

“let’s go, sweetie?” misa exited the car as well making you follow her. you gaped at the sheer size of the house as some people went out of the house, greeting your new dad that ignored them and went to the car to get your things. 

you were about to help them but your mom quickly held your hand. misa smiled at you and led you inside, “it’s okay, sweetie. let’s just get you settled in, okay?” 

still a little awkward, you nodded and followed misa. your new home was stunning. it was spectacular! you knew you were lucky enough to get adopted at your age but adopted by a family that’s rich? it was amazing!

misa led you to your room as you looked at the large room in awe, admiring it. the beautiful woman giggled at you. you were like a breath of fresh air to her. it was always so silent, filled with tense atmosphere in the house but with you and your innocent energy, it was like she was in a different world now. 

“i guess you like it, sweetie?” 

you turned back to her and nodded with a huge smile, “it’s beautiful, miss. thank you”

misa pouted at your words making you think you have said something offensive, “miss? you can call me mom! i’m your mommy now after all!” her tone was youthful and happy. 

you nodded, “thank you, mommy” 

misa glowed at your words, eyes getting teary. you tried to go closer to her, worried but the beautiful woman only smiled at you and held the door, “i’ll let you settle in, sweetie. call me if you need something, okay? kiyoomi’s and my room is just around the corner” and then she shut the door. 

you smiled at the door, remembering your new mom. she must’ve been lonely. her eyes showed so much emotions. 

the couple was very busy, now you know why they didn’t adopt a younger child. also your mom was an absolute sweetheart. she was busy with her job but she always tried to make time for you. you two always bonded when she gets home. even though you can see that she was very tired, she always talked to you before going to bed. 

your mom was lonely. your daddy wasn’t home at all. you barely even see him and when you do see him, he never really acknowledges you. like that one time you greeted him on the way to the kitchen. 

you were going down the stairs and saw your daddy going up, to clean up you guessed. you smiled at him when he noticed you and chirped happily at him, “good morning, daddy!” 

the only response you got was a sharp inhale and then he was out of sight. you frowned at his cold response but you didn’t mind. your mommy said that it was quite normal and it takes time for your daddy to warm up to someone. 

but it has already been years since then and the only real conversation you had with him was when you asked if he could drive you to school because your usual driver was sick. 

you tried everything to make him like you. it was weird. you didn’t know why you want to be closer to him. you want him to look at you. his dark eyes locked with yours. you want to feel him. and it was making you feel sick with how desperate you are for the older man. it wasn’t right but you just couldn’t help it. the way he looked at you made you felt needed.

for the past years, sakusa was being tortured by his own mind. the sound of your voice follows him wherever he goes. your scent stuck on his skin when you hug him goodbye. your presence was like a ghost, haunting him. taunting him. 

he’s really trying to keep these feelings at bay but as years go by, you are starting to grow into a fine young woman. more curves appearing in your body, an alluring slope as your hips grew that sakusa desperately wanted to grip. thick thighs that was usually covered by thigh highs. lips so plump and red. 

everything about you was so perfect that it made sakusa want you more than ever. he wants you to want him too. he wants you to depend on him. call him with that soft teasing voice as you cry out the fucking name that makes him tick every time, “daddy~” 

sakusa groaned at his thoughts and held his head in his hands as he sat on the bed. you two were alone in this huge ass house. misa was out for a week because of her job and the thought of being alone with you makes him jumpy and his emotions in a messy whirlpool of madness. 

thoughts of how he can just fuck you right now makes his cock twitch in his sweats. 

he sighed in irritation, trying to think of something else because if he keeps this up he’ll only make himself horny and bothered and that doesn’t sound very enjoyable. 

a knock caught his attention. he looked at the door with a frown and answered, “who is it?” 

“it’s me, daddy” 

for fuck’s sake. why can’t you just leave him alone? if you keep this up, sakusa won’t be able to keep his emotions at bay and might do something that’s frowned upon by society. 

“what is it” 

the door opened and you stood by the door, your glossed red lips curled into a shy smile. sakusa’s dark eyes trailed down to your body, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. a thin singlet and short shorts hugged your gorgeous figure.

you are a goddess incarnate in his eyes. so immaculate. you were calling out to him like the snake in the garden of eden, tempting him to just bite the forbidden fruit already.

“-dy? daddy? are you okay?” sakusa’s eyes snapped back to your face. you looked worried. he sighed tiredly and nodded.

“do you need something?” 

you bit your lips in nervousness, his eyes watching the action. you hugged your figure, not knowing how to say what you had in mind. 

“u-uhm... i just thought that maybe we can eat together...--” you trailed off, looking at him, anticipating his reaction. 

the man made you nervous that was a fact but you would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. and that small little fact made you guilty and confused about why you felt like that for him. he was your dad for fuck’s sakes! yes, not really biologically but still your ‘dad’

you were ashamed that you thought of him that way. you can’t even consider him as your father. and every time you call him “daddy” it makes you shy. staring at him, you bite your lip as you wait for his response. 

sakusa grunted and nodded, standing up as he walked towards you. the unwavering gaze he had upon you made a shiver run down your spine. you looked up at him through your lashes, fluttering those pretty eyes up at him. 

that was the final straw! sakusa can’t keep this up! he has to have you and what better time to have you than now. you two were alone and you look so fuckable as always.

he gluped when he stopped right in front of you, so close. you two were just a breath away. your eyes drifted to his lips for a moment but quickly returned to his eyes, feeling the shame rise inside you when you realized what you did.

the older man wanted to coo at you when he saw the embarrassment that crossed your face. he wanted to tell you that it was okay. you can need him. you can want him all you want. hell, he preferred it. now that he saw the small action, he can’t help himself now. he can’t pass this opportunity.

“what’s wrong, sweetie?” he whispered, you shivered when you felt his minty and warm breath hit your lips. you stuttered at the nickname and guilt rise in you as you heard the same name your mommy calls you. 

“n-nothing, daddy...”

“you can tell me, (y/n). it’ll be just between us, don’t worry. i won’t tell a soul” the low seductive voice of your daddy made you clenched at nothing as heat spread across your cheeks. 

“i-.. i uhm..” you continued to stutter. sakusa hummed in amusement at your obvious awkwardness, a small smirk growing in his pink lips.

“do you want daddy?” he whispered, leaning closer to you as your noses touched and your lips barely grazed each other but it was enough to get you excited. sakusa could feel your breath hitching as he does so. 

your eyes turned half-lidded and you pouted in embarrassment, lips curled in such an alluring way. 

“c-can i have daddy?” 

sakusa’s heart started beating rapidly inside his ribcage, this was so new for him. he never felt like this before, not even with his wife. you have such an effect on him, it was scary. 

“you can have daddy anytime, sweetheart” he grunted, tongue swiping against his bottom lip to wet it as he watched you lean closer, slowly standing on your tippy toes.

sakusa groaned at your slow movements and quickly leaned closer, kissing you with ferocity. his large hands gripped your hips, maneuvering you inside the bedroom as he slammed you against the wooden door. you gasped at the pain but it quickly faded into pleasure. 

he groaned into your lips, taking advantage of your open mouth to slither in his tongue into your mouth. you moaned when he started licking and playing with your wet muscle. you unconsciously grinded against him, searching for friction. sakusa moaned into the messy kiss when your clothed heat grazed against his hard cock. 

his hands drifted down to your thighs, squeezing and kneading it. the heat of his palms was so distinct. he then gripped your thighs, carrying you up. you squealed at the sudden movement and quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him. in that new position, your clothed pussy was directly against his member. 

you gasped at the feeling of sakusa’s dick twitching against you. the male groaned and started kissing down your neck, your arms tightening around his neck. the overwhelming feeling of his lips trailing hot wet kisses against your sensitive neck and his constant grinding of his cock against you was too much. 

your moans spilling out your pretty red lips as you tried to match your daddy’s grinding. sakusa’s breath heavy against you, it was all too much for him. you were finally in his arms, moaning like the pretty slut that you are. sakusa could feel your wetness sipping through the thin cloth of your shorts. 

he removed you from the door and carried you to the bed as his body covered yours. leaning against one of his arm while one hand groped your chest, his large hand slowly slithered down and in your singlet and caressed your stomach, savoring every skin until he reached your bra. 

he continued to litter your pretty and sensitive neck with his marks, humming in satisfaction when he sees your neck covered with bite marks. you whined when his hips stopped moving against you for a moment. sakusa leaned back a bit to look at you. his breath hitched when he saw you. you were such a sight to see. 

your eyes heavy and dark with lust, chest heaving with every pant. your singlet was raised up to expose your smooth stomach. your lips were red and a little swollen as your red gloss was smeared across your chin and lips. 

“you’re such a sight, sweetheart,” sakusa praised, making you whine as your hips bucked

“my pretty baby” he muttered then he captured your lips again, biting your bottom lip and quickly soothed it with his tongue. 

“d-daddy, i need you...” you whimpered through the kiss, your words muffled with sakusa’s lips against yours. 

“don’t worry your pretty little head... daddy will take care of you” 

his hand then trailed down, leaving your boobs. he tipped down to your shorts and in your panties, grazing your mound as you gasped against his lips. 

“so wet... is that all for daddy?” 

you cried out at the unfamiliar feeling when sakusa massaged your clit. the older man’s hissed at the wetness, his self-control slowly threatening to snap. 

“have you touched yourself before, princess?” 

your eyes widened at his question but shook your head no, embarrassed by it. your hands gripped sakusa’s shoulder when he started massaging your clit faster, gasping at the pleasure coursing through you. 

“you’re so cute, (y/n)” he muttered, watching your virgin body already shaking at such light actions. 

sakusa’s hand left your shorts making you whine at the loss of pleasure but was quickly followed by a welp when the man removed your shorts, your body getting tugged along at his aggressive action. 

you lowered your gaze and clenched your thighs together, trying to hide from your daddy’s intense gaze. sakusa clicked his tongue and gripped your thigh, “let daddy see you, pretty girl” 

you slowly let your legs open, your embarrassment worsening when you felt the air nipping at your skin. sakusa admired your wet pussy out in display just for him. his fingers touched your wetness ever so slightly but even that makes you gasp. 

“so beautiful...” you heard your daddy whisper making your heart full that he finds you attractive. sakusa wet his fingers with your arousal, caressing the clenching hole but never really prodding inside. 

you watched sakusa between your legs, biting your lips when you saw the prominent tent on his grey sweats. you let your head hit back against the pillows, trying to control your breathing as your nervousness slowly got to you. 

“that’s good, baby. relax for daddy. my pretty girl is so smart” 

sakusa groaned when he finally sunk one finger inside you as he watched you whimper while your hips buckled against him. “so wet and tight...” 

he watched you get lost at the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you. his gaze then went back to your cunt and his finger, seeing the thin string on his finger that connected him and your pussy. sakusa groaned and leaned down, capturing your neglected clit in his mouth. 

you cried at that, looking down at sakusa. your eyes locked as he fingered you and his tongue flicking against your clit. you moaned, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you threw your head back when he hit the spongy spot inside of you. he hummed in satisfaction making you shiver at the vibration as he added another finger. 

the older male watched your body writhe because of his ministration, finding it so alluring and seductive when you arched your back so prettily when he kept hitting your g-spot. he sucked on your clit, his tongue massaging it. the rising of pleasure was too much for you and the feeling of something threatening to snap in your stomach made you teary. you cried, hips moving frantically chasing the pleasure given to you. the clenching of your pussy against sakusa’s fingers was the sign that you were close. so deliciously close. his movements quickened at that, wanting you to cum for him. the sound of your wetness was embarrassingly loud and sakusa’s constant smacking as he ate you out messily was getting you closer than you want to admit. 

the unfamiliar feeling of the intense pleasure made you close your eyes, loud moans escaping you. the constant flicking of his tongue finally pushing you to the edge as you cum. loud whimpers and whines escaped you as sakusa rode your orgasm for you, moaning against you when he felt your cum sticking to his fingers, trailing down to your ass. 

he released your sensitive clit, swiping a last lick on to it, and his fingers moved away from you, the wetness made his fingers glossy. you panted on the bed, the sensitivity of coming for the first time still in your system. sakusa smiled down at you and kissed you. you whined when his hard cock nudged your sensitive pussy. 

“will you let daddy fuck you, princess?” 

you moaned softly at his dirty words and nodded tiredly, opening your legs like the good girl you are. sakusa’s eyes turned dark and removed his hard cock out of his sweats. you gaped at the size and closed your eyes with a hiss when he grinded against your still sensitive cunt. you looked up at him with a pout and grasped his tight t-shirt. 

“w-wanna see daddy too” you muttered with a pout, tugging at his clothes. sakusa smirked and nodded, removing every piece of cloth in his body until he was nude. your eyes trailed up and down his body, trying to memorize every feature. hands going to his body, caressing his skin. 

“you’re p-pretty too, daddy” you whispered shyly, smiling at him. sakusa didn’t reply but only moved closer to you, letting his nose graze your cheek, nuzzling into you. you giggled softly at his affection. you guessed that this was his way of showing his love.

“ready for me, baby?” he asked as you nod, grasping unto his shoulders. sakusa lined his hard cock against your wet cunt, slowly nudging forward. he hissed at the feeling of your tight and wet pussy clenching around him. 

you felt divine. so good. so wet and warm. and you’re all his. 

you gasped at the feeling, it was so much larger than his fingers but the stretch was addicting enough. you moaned when your daddy kept going in. you panted, tongue lolling out when he finally bottomed out. you felt so full. 

sakusa grabbed your hips, moaning beside your ear. he waited for you to adjust to the feeling of his cock and when you grinded back, he knew you were ready. 

he started slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls dragging against his thick cock, your wetness sticking on him. sakusa then groaned when the pleasure started getting intense, chasing the high of it. 

your nails made crescent marks on his skin, moaning loudly at the feeling of the constant pumping of his large cock inside of you. the tip of his cock nudging your cervix, so deep inside of you. 

you choked on a moan when he hit your g-spot again, the sensitivity was making you tear up whilst sakusa leaned back, watching your body tremble at his mercy. he watched your pussy suck him back in every time, your cum decorating his cock with strings. 

he fucks you with intent, loving the way your boobs bounce to the way he fucks you hard. your pretty mouth open, letting strings of loud moans out, whilst a thin line of drool escaped to your chin. eyes almost getting crossed eye with how good he’s fucking you. 

“you like that, baby? you like the way daddy fucks you dumb?” you could only cry out, incoherent mutters and cries was the only thing sakusa heard from you. 

the man groaned when he felt his release coming way sooner than he expected. the way you were clenching around him was almost enough to send him over but he doesn’t wanna cum before you cum again. 

sneaking his hand on your pussy, he started rubbing your clit with rough circles. you sobbed at the intensity. your legs shaking around sakusa’s hips as he grinded against you harder. 

“fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum...” he cursed, his rhythm getting sloppier as he chased his high. 

your moans gotten louder at that as sakusa smirked when he felt your pussy clenching around his cock, “you like that? you want daddy’s cum inside you?

fucked out from your daddy’s thrusts, you could only arch so beautifully for him. your position making it easier for sakusa to hit deeper inside you.

“cum for me, princess. cum for daddy” sakusa groaned, hand frantically rubbing your clit pushing you to another orgasm. you sobbed when you felt your second orgasm rushing into your system, eyes rolling back to your head while your pussy milked sakusa’s cock, making him paint your insides with thick ropes of white. your body jerking violently against his at the feeling of the intense climax.

the man growled and it trailed into harsh moans, his hips rolling against you as he rode yours and his climax. 

the room was filled with harsh and loud pants as you two climbed down from your highs. you gulped, throat dry and sore from all the screaming you did. your thighs trembled around sakusa’s hips. he slowly let your legs down and lay down beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. his strong chest against your slender back.

you moaned when you felt the soreness kicking in but cuddled back to him, touching and caressing his arm that was thrown over you. you hummed, satisfied, when you felt his cum dribbled out of you. it was his love inside of you.

sakusa’s heart was full. you were finally his. finally in his arms and he’ll be a fool to let you go. he’ll get rid of the older hag after this, he has no need for her anymore now that you were beside him..

he won’t share you with anyone. you are his. only his. and anyone who gets between you two will suffer the consequences. sakusa guarantees it. his dark eyes trailed down to your body, admiring your bruised skin. 

“are you okay, sweetheart?” you heard him asked quietly behind you. you smiled and nodded, leaning your head back. 

“i am...” 

sakusa hummed, sleepiness coming over him. his hand touching your stomach where his cock was bulging out earlier.

“w-will daddy be here with me when i wake up?” 

“i’ll always be with you, princess. i love you... now sleep” 

you bit down a huge grin on your lips, listening to sakusa’s breaths that started to get even signaling that he has fallen asleep. your daddy loves you. no one ever said that. no one ever treated you like him. it was a nice change from all the times you were alone in the orphanage. 

the moment felt warm and gentle like it was a moment shared by a couple who loves each other deeply. you hummed a soft sleepy tune, your hand caressing his arm to his hand. 

your warm and soft moment came crashing down when your hand touched a cold metal on his finger. your (e/c) eyes trailed down and stared down at the ring that was glistening as the light hit it, heart thumping in shame and guilt when reality hit you like a wave. 

that’s right. he’s married and he’s your “daddy”. 

[arduadastra]

All Too Well

[Pairing: Francisco 'Catfish' Morales x Female Reader]

Summary: You and Frankie have a turbulent relationship. This is how it plays out.

A/N So I've listened to this song a lot recently and now all I can think about is Frankie Morales. Slight deviance from TF canon - Frankie isn't married here and didn't have a kid but the rest is the same. (I apologise in advance...)

W/C: 5.5K

Warnings: NSFW 18+ (no minors) Non-chronological, swearing, angst, semi-public sex, Oral (F!Receiving), unprotected P in V and mentions of drug use.

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-[Intro]-

You had met right after his stint in South America.

You saw him in a bar and he just looked so out of place. He was in his baseball cap and plaid shirt with tattered jeans but it was the middle of winter and you had no clue how he could be warm. You wrapped your scarf closer to your neck and made your way to him. You sat down and introduced yourself, asked him where his coat was before even asking his name and he replied with a small smile, "I like the cold." You shake your head, burrowing deeper beneath the wool knit at your throat, "I don't. I hate it, would rather sweat than shiver." His eyes glint at the innuendo there and you shove him playfully with a gloved hand, "Oh shut up, not like that."

You end up next to him much longer than planned, tell him about you and your life. He mostly listens, seemingly content with the quiet and your incessant ramblings and before you know it the bar is closing and you're not sure what to do now. You look to him, Frankie he had told you, and you feel an urge to keep him close. You didn't know it at the time but Frankie hadn't been in a good place, hell he was in a shit place after what happened but being with you had made him feel more like himself again and selfishly he wanted to keep you close too. You both exited the bar, wind whipping your hair in all directions and Frankie looked so cold in just his shirt. You took the scarf off, wrapped him up in it despite his protests and tugged him closer.

You shared your first kiss outside that random bar. Frankie took the scarf back to his sister's place where he was crashing and spent the evening inhaling your scent off the fabric, thumbing a piece of paper holding your number as he did.

-[Verse 1]-

Frankie loved driving, it was a way to quiet his mind and just escape for a while but now? He adored it. Years of you next to him, singing loud and uneven in the passenger seat with the windows wound down was always one of his favourite memories. Autumn leaves kick up across the highway now, trees letting them fall like confetti around the two of you and he can't help but keep looking over and thinking, how did I get this goddamn lucky? You've turned the radio up now, the bass thumping through the cab of the old truck and Frankie drums his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. You're bobbing your head, stealing glances at Frankie as you do and you shove his arm, making the car turn slightly and you laugh at his incredulous expression, "You tryin' to kill us, sweetheart?!" You stick a tongue out at him and point to the radio, "I know you want to sing, c'mon join me!"

Frankie leans an arm out the window, shaking his head and stroking his lip as he does, fuck you're something else. You shove him again and he glares, "I'll keep doing it." You raise a brow, leaning against the passenger door with a knowing smile. Frankie mutters something to himself, looking at the world rush past and lets himself go, "He came on a summer's day...Bringin' gifts from far away." You sing along now too, loving his baritone alongside yours, "But he made it clear he couldn't stay, No harbour was his home." You tilt your head back at the chorus and Frankie laughs along, singing loudly now, "The sailors say, "Brandy, you're a fine girl (you're a fine girl), what a good wife you would be! (such a fine girl)...but my life, my lover, my lady, is the sea..."

The song continues, Frankie now murmuring the words to himself as you sing, his eyes watching the partition line disappear behind him. In the rearview, the sun is setting and casting purples across the clouds, your favourite colour. As the song ends, Frankie thinks back to what's in his sock drawer back home and as he takes the turning to his parent's house, he wonders how long it'll be until he tells you.

-[Pre-Chorus]-

You're alone.

The lights in your apartment are dimmed and it's early morning now but you can't remember ever falling asleep. As you watch the sun break on a new day through your blinds, you can't help but already wish it would end. You sit there, cold coffee in your palms with your broken phone face down on the table beside you. You've been waiting for it, the tell-tell rumble of a notification, a phone call, an explanation for how you ended up here. Anything to signify he's still there, he's thinking of you.

You know it will never come.

-[Chorus]-

It's late, your second date a few days after the first and Frankie has introduced you to his truck. You yourself don't really drive, much prefer being a passenger in these situations and luckily, Frankie loves that too. He's decided to take you somewhere, at some hole in the wall Frankie knows. He used to go to a lot before his missions took him out of the country, always loved the atmosphere it provided and you love it immediately. It's so cosy, warm and unassuming with soft lights and sticky tables. The food is delicious too, cheap and cheerful with so much flavour you find yourself moaning around every bite. Frankie blushes when you do though so you egg him on, moaning lewdly when you try his steak and laugh to yourself when his eyes widen. You knock your feet together under the table too, like two school kids too shy to make the first move but he hooks a boot around your leg and it stays there till you leave.

Later, you're back in the car with the warm summer heat filtering through the open windows. You decide to unbutton your blouse slightly, letting the cool breeze tickle the valley between your breasts and you know Frankie is watching you. The breeze makes the open fabric flutter, revealing your lace bra on occasion and you hear Frankie's hands tightening on the leather steering wheel. You're content for the first time in a long time, just happy with where you are and you couldn't care where he takes you now - as long as you're with him you don't think you'd ever be disappointed. A small smile graces your face

Suddenly, the breaks slam on, wheels screeching and tires burning making you jolt forward and nearly hit your head on the dashboard. You wince at the crick in your neck and you hear Frankie apologising immediately, "Mierda, sorry hermosa! Fuck- I didn't see the light change. Are you ok?" You shake your head side to side, easing the tension in your neck and look around - the road is empty. You turn to face him, a sheepish look on his face and you cock a brow, "Frankie there's no one around, what on earth were you looking at?"

You didn't know it at the time but he was stuck looking at you.

-[Verse 2]-

Somewhere in the far future, you meet his parents. After the road trip you take together he surprises you with his family home. You got the full tour, all the places he visited as a kid, where he had his first kiss, where he broke his leg trying to scale an old tree and finally where his parents lived. He didn't want to spring it on you, said it was just on the way but you were way too excited to meet the people who had raised such a perfect guy like Frankie. You lept from the truck, dress billowing behind you as Frankie laughed at your eagerness. Soon enough he caught up and you stood side by side as he rapped on the door. You side-eyed him and winked, "parents love me, don't worry," Frankie could see why. All of a sudden the door swung open and a man stood there, momentarily confused by you but then he set his sights on Frankie and he brought him into a bone-crushing hug, "Hijo! Qué estás haciendo aquí?!"

You smile from the doorstep, watching Frankie fall into his personal safety net right there in his dad's arms. They eventually break apart and his father turns to you, smile just as wide with his arms outstretched and you find yourself in them too, noting how similar in height the two men are, "You better be a hugger, kid! You won't fit in if you're not." Eventually, you make it past the doorway and you meet his mother too, same dark hair but much longer and her eyes are an exact match to her son - so full of warmth.

You chat for ages, it comes so naturally and you've never felt so at home in a strangers place before. Frankie keeps you close the entire time, arm outstretched on the sofa back behind you, occasionally brushing his fingers on your shoulder. It's so domestic it makes your heart swell. Of course, photo albums eventually come out over cups of tea and various tapas dishes Frankie's mum somehow manages to make and you delight in the dusting blush of colour on Frankie's cheeks as she re-tells stories of his T-Ball days. Frankie is beyond cute as a kid, curls even more rampant back then and he always seemed to be two sizes too small in all his clothes. He looks happy, childlike innocence alight on his face and you look over at him to smile but he seems lost in thought.

His dad insists on Frankie showing you his room, now converted to a guest room after all these years but still holds various childhood items deemed too precious to lose. There, in the safety of his once childhood bedroom and away from his parents prying ears, he tells you about South America.

"I'm not that person anymore."

You look at him, both now sat on the bed, "What do you mean?"

"The happy kid from those photos, carefree...That's not me anymore. The army, it...it changes people. It changed me. I've seen things, done things that will always haunt me. My most recent mission, that was the worst and I'm not sure I'll ever forgive myself for what happened."

He sighs, shoulders tense as he picks at his fingernails - an anxious tic you've noticed before, "I've lost so god damn much, I don't want to lose you too."

You bring yourself closer, forcing him to meet your eyes as you rub soothing circles onto his knee, "Frankie, I love you. You. Who you were and who you are now? They're the same, they're you. You don't have to tell me what happened over there but know that I'll listen if you do. No matter what it is, whatever you chose to do, I'll stay. You won't lose me."

And so he tells you. He tells you about South America, about Tom's death and about his previous coke addiction. He tells you he still struggles with the memories and with that urge to use again, "It's like it's living in me, that fucking urge to just go numb, to stop feeling so fucking shit all the time." He tells you about his nightmares, nightmares recalling how he didn't feel anything when he shot the guy in the kitchen and how that scares the shit out of him. So you prod him, you ask, "But what about your future Frankie? What do you see beyond all that?" and he has only one response.

"You."

-[Pre-chorus]-

It had been days since you'd thought of him. You had been in your living room deciding what to eat and your fridge light had clicked off. Annoyed, you slammed the door and reopened it but the light stubbornly remained broken. You had no clue how to replace it, or how to fix it or why it had run out but then you remembered. You remembered and it hurt.

-[Chorus]-

Frankie couldn't sleep.

Every time he shut his eyes, gunfire flashed across his vision and the yell of Santiago as Tom collapses on the rocks rings in his ears. He wakes, gasping in shallow breaths and sweating buckets and looks over to you - blissfully asleep. He scrubs a hand down his face, chest still heaving and brings himself from the bed to stand on the floor. The floorboards creak as he edges himself to the door, swinging it open just enough to squeeze through then gently shutting it behind him. In the dark corridor, he heaves a sigh, now making his way downstairs so he can sit in his usual place in your kitchen and wait for sleep to come back to him. This is usually the time the cravings hit him the hardest too, he doesn't like being around you when they do - it makes him feel pathetic. If he was at home he'd go to the garage, fix something to keep his hands busy but for now, he copes with a glass of water instead.

You wake to an empty bed.

Blearily you look across the room and find the door shut but no Frankie beside you. Immediately, you know where he's gone. Often you wake to find him gone and 9/10 you don't follow him but you get the sense tonight may not be the best time for him to be alone so you grab one of his shirts to cover you and make your way downstairs. There, at your kitchen table, you spot a familiar shadow and make your way towards it. He has his back to you, shoulders low as he hangs his head in silent thought so you rub life back into them with sleepy hands. He jumps at the contact, still in fight or flight as the edges of nightmares hang onto his consciousness but then relaxes back into you when he recognises your scent.

"Sorry cariño, I didn't mean to wake you."

You kiss his brow, "You didn't love, I just thought you could use the company. Bad night?"

Frankie closes his eyes. His lack of response confirms your question so you kiss him again, lips upside down on his and he responds. You cradle his head, whispering soft reassurances as you continue to kiss, words barely legible but breathed straight into his mouth with care. You hold him after this, knowing he needs time to process but you don't let it linger too much - you know too much thinking leads Frankie down a dark path.

"C'mon, up you get."

Frankie groans, "I don't want to sleep yet."

You smile, "Good thing you're not then! You're going to dance with me."

Frankie turns around, face confused beneath the shadows of the night, "Dance? We can barely see." You point to the fridge, one hand taking his as he gets to his feet. His knees creak and he winces, you wonder how long he was down here alone.

"The fridge will light the way, look." You bring him to the door and swing it open, soft orange light spills across your kitchen floor and Frankie huffs, amused. "See? Now come here." Begrudgingly, Frankie comes towards you but not before complaining, "S'cold now." You take his arms, bringing them tightly around your waist then bring your own to cover his shoulders, linking them behind his head, "Let me warm you up then"

You lean up on your tiptoes to kiss the bare patch of beard on the right side of his jaw and he hums contently as you do. He moves then, soft swaying from foot to foot and you join him, moving slowly across the beam of light your fridge provides and loving how the shadows play across Frankie's face. Eventually, he pulls you into a soft kiss, lips capturing your own and then tilting to push his tongue in. You groan and he smiles at the sound, his hands fisting the fabric of his shirt on your frame to bring you even closer, trying to swallow your sounds as they spill from your lips. You tilt your head too, tongue dancing alongside his as your hips sway, rubbing against him and now it's his turn to groan as he feels himself swell at the friction. He's only in his boxers, the fabric barely a barrier between you both as his hands drop to squeeze your ass.

You nip his lip, teasing and he responds with fervour, gripping your hips to hoist you in the air - your legs wrapped around his waist. You break apart and he presses kisses along the exposed column of your neck, hips pushing upwards in phantom thrusts in response to your moans. He pushes you against the wall close to the open fridge and buries his head in your neck as he continues moving his hips, gasping wetly "Fuck, fu-fuck." You tug on his locks, shimmying yourself against him and he can't take it, using one hand and shoving your underwear down to then push himself inside you desperately. A gasp wretches itself from your mouth at the stretch of him but he's lost, thrusting up and into you so harshly you move up the wall. Frankie isn't there anymore, instead, between your legs is a ravenous man desperate for intimacy and release. You love it when he's feral when he can't form words or even think beyond his own pleasure and you cling on as he takes what he needs from you, right there against the kitchen wall.

"Promise me, Frankie, promise me right fucking now while you're buried inside of me that you'll never leave. You'll never leave me."

Frankie shakes his head, "Never baby, never letting you go. I promise."

-[Bridge]-

You can't recall any positive memory with Frankie as you look at him now. You're beyond angry, you're not sure you've ever been so pissed off and so utterly destroyed in all your life and yet here you are looking at him across the room with the item that broke it all down and you could cry.

You shake it out towards him, tears falling down your face. "What the fuck is this Frankie."

He's punched the wall already, plaster cracking when you first entered the room with it and he does it again now, screaming himself hoarse at the pain and the realisation that he's been found out. He never meant for this to happen, he did it once an age ago, a few nights after your first kiss and hadn't thought of it since but it had been a shitty week and old habits die hard.

"You know what it is."

You laugh humorlessly at him clutching the bag tighter in your hand, white powder crunching beneath your fingers, you can't even comprehend your own emotions at this point. You were broken, you thought you knew him. "Was it worth it? Was a quick fix worth all this huh? How long have you been using Frankie? How long have you been doing this behind my fucking back?!" He turns in a circle, like an animal pacing after being caught and he tugs at his hair, "What does it matter, would you believe me if I said it was this week? Or a month? Would you believe me if I had been thinking about it ever since I got back and I finally fucking broke?"

You knew, of course, you knew he was struggling but you thought this many years in he would trust you. He would tell you and you could help, could stop this before it happened, not treat you like some ignorant asshole and sneak around. The only reason you found the coke in the first place was that he left his work jacket at home and you were driving over to bring it to him, stopping once the bag spilt from the inner pocket, clearly half empty, and you'd returned home, too emotional to drive and waited for him to come back.

He'd walked in and knew. The look on your face spoke volumes and now here you both were, balancing on the edge of a cliff and he felt a new rage bubble up inside him. Not at you, never at you, but at himself for fucking this up so royally and he had no idea how to come back from it. His fist sung with pain after a third hit and adrenaline hit him like a freight train. He wasn't thinking, he just wanted that part of himself so far away from you so he advanced, eyes glued to the baggy as he reared up to grab it from you but then you had screamed and he stumbled back in shock.

You had never been scared of Frankie. Not during his nightmares, not during other fights the two of you had shared, not when he told you about South America but for the first time as he stalked towards you, you had feared him. He had a look on his face, so dark and terrifying, you couldn't guess what he was going to do next. It panicked you. So you screamed, pushed at him and dropped the bag. He went to apologise, realised what the fuck it must have looked like but you sobbed as you ran out the door, down the stairs and sped off in your car - tears uncontrollable as you pulled over a few minutes later. You sobbed against the wheel, your name so broken in his voice as you had left still ringing in your ears as you wailed.

You didn't know what to do, you felt hollow. You had eventually made your way home, so unused to being without him and you crumpled to the floor, tears overcoming you once more as you cried at the loss of your other half. You wanted to run to him, to find him and apologise about how you acted, offer to help but that look on his face came back to you and you cried harder. Your phone began to ring then, his name flashing across the screen and you ignored it. It rang again. You ignored it, silencing it as you lay there in your hallway. Hours later, you stood up, shaky legs found themselves at the kitchen table and you checked the phone, a new message on the screen.

Frankie 🐟💖: I'm so fucking sorry.

You ignored it, ready to turn the phone off but then another text came.

Frankie 🐟💖: I've left you a voicemail. Please listen to it.

You consider it briefly, imagine throwing the phone against the wall and never hearing from him again but it's one fight. Sure, it's a big one and you're not sure where to go from here but it's been hours since you left. You've had time to rethink and you need to hear from him. You dial the number and listen. You wish you hadn't.

Hi. I know nothing I can say or do can make this okay. What I did, I'll never forgive myself for. I was telling the truth when I said it was only this week. I had thought about it before, so many times, but I didn't because I had you. You were there and I love you and those desires, those fucking voices in my head went quiet when you were around. But it's been four years since Tom died and his kid sent me this card, saying how much they missed their Uncle Catfish and I couldn't believe it. How can they miss me? I'm the goddamn reason their dad is dead and here she is sending me cards. I should have told you, I know I should have but the nightmares had been so bad and you looked so tired...I thought I could handle it. Clearly, I couldn't.

I thought I was better than this, you made me believe I was but this has shown me I'm not. The way you looked at me tonight...I'll never forget it. I'm not good for you baby, I don't deserve you and I sure as shit aren't going to ruin you like I've ruined so much other crap in my life. So I'm making this easy for you. I'm going to stay with Pope a while - get myself clean and away from you and you're going to stay here. I can't hurt you anymore and I don't know if that's selfish or not but I don't care - you'll never be happy with me. Find someone else, find someone who treats you better than you deserve, someone who isn't held together by duct tape and safety pins all the fucking time, someone who doesn't think about getting high, someone who would never even entertain it in the first place. And I know you will, you'll find that person because you're you and I'm me and I was never meant to keep you. I know I promised to never leave you, and I hate breaking my promises but know I'll always love you. I love you and that's why I'm letting you go.

Goodbye.

You go to call him, quick before he does something stupid but the call tone rings and you know he's blocked you. You throw the phone now, glass and plastic splintering across your living room and you rush to the car, driving the ten minutes it takes to get to his and praying the whole way you'll catch him before he goes. Tell him what an idiot he is, how sorry you are but as you turn the corner and see his truck missing you know you're too late.

You sit there, engine idling outside his dark house and you realise then and there that it's over. It's over and maybe he got to say goodbye but knowing you never will, that he never told you where Pope lives almost as if he knew this could happen finally breaks you. You switch the engine off and scream, slamming fists against the steering wheel and you continue until concerned neighbours begin spilling from their houses. You drive off then, you don't know where to but you drive. Away from his house and all its memories, away from yours and the broken phone with the last thing he ever told you spilling out on the floorboards, you just drive and lose yourself to the road as it rolls beneath you.

-[Verse 3]-

You eventually moved closer to your parents, a completely new state to start anew, to try and find yourself again. You'd gotten all your stuff back in unmarked boxes that arrived at your old place a few days after everything went down. You think Pope is the one that put them there. You know it wasn't Frankie.

After unpacking everything, you ended throwing the majority of it out, everything too wrapped up in painful memories and you couldn't have that reminder anymore. When you arrived at your new house, with fresh furniture and fresh beginnings, you sorted through your wardrobe and wondered where your scarf went.

-[Chorus]-

You visited Frankie's cabin during your relationship. Only once though but it remains your favourite memory of your time together. Frankie drove you both there, as usual, and you'd planned to spend the weekend there but actually ended the trip much later than planned. You swam in the lake nearby, first with swimsuits then without. Both of you laughing in the cool water before coming together, water lapping at your chests "You're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen, cariño." Frankie muttered, hand brushing your waist under the waves, "I can't take my eyes off you." You smile up at him, wrap yourself around him and you love the way he moulds himself to your form, swimming to the shallows so he can support you both, "The feeling is mutual, my love."

His arms pull free from the waters embrace, shoulders shifting as he hitches you upwards to kiss you, your legs around his waist as he dips you low to press even closer. His warmth brings a shine to your insides, feeling yourself heat at his passion and feeling him react in kind. He groans as you grind against him, coaxing him to full hardness between your legs, "Fuck, baby." You nip his jaw as his hands squeeze your ass, hoisting you up to tease your wet core with his cock and you groan into his throat, "Frankie, c'mon baby give it to me." You feel his head shake and you rake a hand down his back in retaliation making him hiss, "Patience little one."

He walks you towards the shore, feet sinking into the sand before laying you down against his private beach, water lapping your sides as he cages himself above you. He presses into you, damp chest against your own and his wet curls dripping soft droplets across your face making you squint up at him. He shakes his head to annoy you further, making you laugh but that abruptly stops when his mouth finds your wet breasts, flicking his talented tongue against your sensitive nipples. He rolls his hips into yours, dick catching on your wet core and you attempt to push him into you but he moves downwards, mouth leaving a fiery trail of passion in its wake. You arch into the touch, hands finding his hair to tug him towards yourself and he grins against your skin, mouth finally finding you wet beneath his tongue and he groans, "Fuck, you're soaked hermosa. All this for me?" You whine, "Yes, yes you know it is you bastard, please." Frankie chuckles darkly, stubble burning deliciously between your thighs as he kisses the apex of them, nose brushing on your clit so teasingly you can't help but just shove him down and use him. He loves it. "That's it, baby, take what you need," and it spurs you on, orgasm building in your gut then finally bursting free, his name a high whine on your lips.

It takes a while for you to come down, in fact, you're so blissful you don't feel when he enters you, cock hard and leaking at watching you come undone. His hands bury themselves in the wet sand as he rocks into you, gently as he tries to prolong his own pleasure. You gaze up at him in wonder, sun shining across his face and the words just come out, "I think I love you, Francisco Morales." He stills, eyes wide and just when you think you've fucked up - then you feel it. Frankie's eyes slip shut as warmth erupts inside you and he curses, "Shit-fuck I-" and your own eyes widen when you realise what just happened. He came. You told him you loved him and he came. You stay silent and he opens his eyes, mortified and the look on his face makes you break out into a laugh. The absurdity of it all is hilarious and soon he follows suit, laughing as he still rests inside you - an odd feeling but a new kind of intimate you can't help but enjoy. You move a stray curl from his face and smile up at him, He returns it, pure joy radiating off his face as he rocks into you again, stirring that familiar heat in your tummy once more as he presses against a sensitive spot, bringing him down to kiss you and as he pulls away, he whispers "I think I love you too."

-[Outro]-

Frankie remembers it all. He remembers your first kiss, outside that dingy bar. He remembers your dates in his car, you with the breeze blowing through you and him caught staring in awe. He remembers you meeting his parents, how they instantly loved you. He remembers the subsequent confession in his childhood bedroom, how you coped with his nightmares. He remembers the lake, taking you in the water and in their shared bed, swapping I love you's under the cover of night. He also remembers breaking your heart, that look on your face just before you ran out the door.

Most of all, he remembers that little box in his drawer, the box that had sat there only after a month of it not, wrapped up in your scarf he never returned. He inhales the scarf's scent once more, lingering touches of you in the fabric before leaving it there and closing the drawer in a final click, box now in hand. He remembers every time he wanted to ask, make that final promise to you but never got the courage. As he stares down at the ring, now outside the moving van, he thinks that this will always be his biggest regret. Not his choice to join the army, not losing the money or being responsible for Toms death, it will always be losing you. Losing you, him scaring you that night, doing coke again, not being man enough to just ask you to fucking marry him years ago and throwing all chances of happiness down the drain.

He's not sure he'll ever make peace with that. He doesn't think he deserves to.

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tozier (vii)

(tozier!reader smut)

requested: okay so once regular requests open, here’s my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, also minor violence, bit of blood, sub reader AND dom reader, BOTH baby, light choking, mild mild cumplay, oral (fem recieving) 

part 7 of the tozier series [  i  ii iii  iv v vi ]

guys!! finally the last part, thanks for all the love on this series :) this was rly so so much fun to write for yall, pls let me know how u feel about this/the series in general

(losers and reader are 20+ and in college in this)

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"i fucked your friends, anyways." you say with a grin. 

"funny, y/n. as if any of them would settle for you." richie snarls, smirking as if he's proud of what he'd said. it makes you smirk, shaking your head. if only he knew. 

"richie, i don't think she's joking." ben speaks up. everyone's eyes turn to ben, and your heart pounds as you bite your lip. you look at each of the others quickly - ben's gnawing on his lip and looking at richie uncertainly, mike is staring at the ground in thought, eddie's staring at his lap with an amused grin, bev is smirking between the two boys with her eyebrows raised, and bill is looking at ben with a small look of realization.

your eyes land on stan, who's staring back at you intently, a suggestive look on his face as he tugs a small part of your underwear from his front pocket as he thumbs it with his finger. you send him an intent look back, trying to beg him not to do it. 

when you look at richie, he's shocked, mouth agape. "what?" richie says quietly. "you fucked my best friend. it was only fair." you say with a shrug, smiling at him. he looks like he might punch you. 

you stifle a laugh, trying to keep a straight face but failing. richie looks furious as he walks up to you, the two of you standing in the middle of the make-shift circle the losers formed in the living room. 

"which one?" he says through a clenched jaw. 

"all of them."

the room is silent as everyone's jaws drop except yours, bev's, and surprisingly stan's - the latter of whom are smirking. richie looks like he's in utter disbelief. it's silent for a few moments, until someone breaks the quiet. 

"who was the best?" 

you turn bright red at that. 

"shut the fuck up, eddie!" richie yells, no sign of joking on his face; he's red as he stares you down. you don't cower at all in front of him - in fact, you're definitely the one with the most power in this situation, and you smirk. 

"so... a-all of us slept with y/n?" bill says in shock. everyone looks around and you're just smirking, your brother furious. "i can't fucking believe you. this isn't funny at all." richie snips. 

"this isn't any different from what you did, richie. c'mon, it was just some fun. it's not like it meant anything more to any of us." mike says. you're shocked that they're all taking it so well.. you never expected them to find out, but they seem to be on your side. thank god. 

your eyes dart to stan, who's still sat on the couch. he meets your eyes and doesn't back down, his gaze piercing and intense. his eyes course over your figure and you feel a twinge of emotion as you remember his hands on your skin, his lips.... you clear your throat as you look away, hoping to god nobody will notice your lace undies sticking slightly out of stan's pocket. 

"-why are you taking her side?" richie hisses, shoving everyone away. his eyes barely leave yours, his fists clenching down by his sides. 

"because you are in the wrong, richie. you cannot possibly be mad at me for this." you say with a grin. "sorry, you're just overreacting. plus you're not just fucking cecily, now you're actually dating her. which is way more shitty. and clearly they all wanted me, richie. i'm an angel."

bill snorts from where he's standing, "yeah r-rich, you're the one who always says that girls who suck fingers without being told to go to h-heav-"   

richie throws his empty cup towards bill, missing by only an inch as he yells, "can it, denbrough! shut the fuck up!" 

you're bright red from bill's words, looking from him, to richie, and then catching stan's eyes again. you swallow, throat dry. 

"-wait, who was the best?" comes from bev this time. you bite your lip, watching as richie shoves her lightly. you grin, "well, ben was the sweetest, but mike was the most surprising-"  "you better shut the fuck up right now y/n." richie mutters. you shrug, "you talk about cecily all the time to me!" you yell. "plus, i'm not finished. eddie... well, that was the dirtiest." you smirk at him and he grins at the ground, richie moving towards you. you back up swiftly, still talking. "-eddie fucked me in your bed, you know." 

richie shoves you hard, looking the angriest you ever have seen him. everyone else gasps or rushes towards the two of you, but as your back hits the wall near the fireplace you barely wince, laughing. "then there was bev... that was the hottest. you were in the other room." you wink.

bev gives mike knuckles out of the corner of your eye and you almost laugh, watching richie as the others tug him back from you. "y-y/n, stop. we get it, r-richie's gotta calm down." bill says as he holds back richie's seething form. 

you tilt your head, grinning at bill. "what, you don't want richie to know that you have the best dick game?" 

everyone stops, and richie freezes in bills arms. "wh-" bill starts with a cocky smirk, but then richie's wrestling bill to the ground, and your eyes are widening. "richie, knock it off!" bev yells, laughing as richie shoves bill's head and bill just laughs on the ground. 

mike and ben get him off of bill, who's sitting up with a disheveled shirt and smirking. "jesus, richie." stan mutters, still on the couch seemingly unbothered.  

you feel the need to make it worse, just to rub it in. "richie, it's okay. he felt bad at first, fucking me in my bedroom while you were asleep next door-"

"shut up y/n!" richie yells, loud enough that you think the neighbors could have heard. stan laughs from the couch, and richie turns to stare at stan, who's lounging as if nothing's happening, looking entirely amused and unbothered. it’s hot. 

it's quiet for a moment, and it seems like everyone thinks you're done. you mutter, "but stan was the most recent, like ten minutes ago, actually." stan doesn't even really react to your words, he just grins devilishly at richie, dimple popping in his cheek. 

you clench your thighs. 

richie turns to you again. "you're a fucking bitch. you’re so disgusting, it's no wonder you couldn't get any of my friends to want to date you. so you just tried to fuck them all instead. you're embarrassing." richie spits. your eyebrows draw together and you almost quip back but a movement makes you look to your left. stan rises as he states, "richie. shut up." you and richie both look to stan, as do the others. 

"i don't want to hear shit from you, uris. fuck you, i've told you for years to keep your paws off my sister." he spits, and stan tilts his head. 

"she's a grown up, richie. she's not just your sister. if she wants me to go down on her in the backseat of your car, why the hell would i say no?" 

and then richie's swinging at stan, punching him hard in the face.

"richie!"the others call, bill and mike pulling him away and holding him firmly this time, shocked that he really did it. "stan?" you call, moving toward him as he flexes his jaw and holds the side of his face. he stands all the way up and licks his lip, a smear of blood leaking from the fresh split on his lip. richie's shaking his hand, face bright red under his glasses. 

"fuck all of you." richie hisses, turning and shoving eddie and ben out of the way as he grabs his car keys and storms out the front door. 

it's quiet after richie leaves, and everyone decides that he needs cool off time before he comes back or before anyone tries to talk to him. so they then get the message to trail out and head to the basement in groups of two or three until just stan remains. "stan, i'm sorry." you say weakly, offering a hand. he lets you lead him to your bedroom upstairs, silently looking at the ceiling as you re-enter the room with a shitty first aid kit. 

stan is impossible to read as you tear open a wipe to clean around the cut. your hands shake as they rise to his face. "i'm sorry." you whisper, the guilt getting to you.

 you jump a bit as one of his hands lands on the bare skin of the back of your thigh. you meet eyes and stan stares directly at you, "i'd do it again."

you smile shyly, looking down and swiping across his bottom lip to collect the blood. "i never meant for this to happen, i guess. i was just so angry, and i- yeah."

it’s quiet again. 

"when did you and bill fuck?" is all he asks after the silence. you blink at him, thinking. "um... a few weeks ago? when we went to kiera gross's party." 

he hums, his hand still rubbing your bare leg and making you feel weak. his fingertips graze the skin of your ass before moving back down, making you exhale shakily. you feel like you want stan to know that you don't have anything going on with bill - but you're nervous. "i promise, i- god, would you stop fidgeting?" 

your hand grabs his jaw, but he jerks his head away and he tosses you a glare. "i'm fine." he mutters. 

"i don't have to be doing this, i can just go back downstairs." you snap, crossing your arms. 

"yeah, perfect, why don't you go let bill fuck you again?" stan quips. "he was the best, right?" you roll your eyes, shaking your head as you look at his pouty lips. "stan, come on. and tilt your head up." 

it's silent again and stan's staring up above you, avoiding your eyes as you wipe a bit of alcohol over his busted lip. "y'know, i hate to say it, but this is kind of hot." you whisper. 

he stares at you dryly. "you think your brother socking me in the face is hot?" 

you laugh, "no, i think me telling you what to do is. you take directions well." his face blooms light pink at your words and you feel proud. he’s watching you carefully, "really? that's cute coming from you. i seem to remember you begging for me to tell you what to do not even an hour ago." 

you swallow, cheeks going red, but you notice his are too. "maybe you just need to be put in your place, stan." you whisper, leaning forward to capture your lips together. he winces slightly, his busted lip tender against yours, but his hand grips your ass immediately, tugging you towards him. 

you slide onto his lap, straddling him easily. the kiss starts slowly, but quickly heats up when he pulls you down to grind on him, causing you both to let out shaky moans of pleasure. then you gently push his shoulders back, “wanna feel you inside me.” you whisper, noticing his knowing smirk as he lays back, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you. 

you slide back on his lap, undoing his pants and sliding them down his legs. his cock springs up and you bite your lip, hand wrapping around his base. you pump slowly, watching as he bites him lip and tilts his head back. you're filled with desire as you take in his size, desperate to feel him. then you're pressing a kiss to his lips, balancing up on your knees and teasing him against your slit, spreading your wetness. he groans, bucking his hips up but you shush him, kissing him again.

he pulls off your shirt, and you quickly do the same to him, taking in his toned torso. you silently thank whoever made stan so goddamn good at baseball. he groans as you place his hands down and off your body, gently sinking down onto him.

you both let out loud groans, relishing in the feeling of him stretching you out perfectly. his head falls onto the wall behind him as you start to move on top of him, stabling yourself on his chest. “fuck, y/n.” he groans lowly, eyes shut in pleasure. 

he looks so perfect under you and you move yourself quicker, loving how he fills you. one of your hands slips into his hair, pulling and making him groan, his hips stuttering. “stan…” you moan as he places kisses on your neck and chest, moving your hips as you bounce. his teeth nip at your skin, his hands rising to grip your ass, hiking up your skirt. 

leaning forward, you find a new angle and bite your lip to keep from screaming at the feeling. stan's biting his own bruised and split lip, his face flushed and chest heaving. he’s hitting deep inside you and you feel full, moaning as you bounce up and down. you moan into his skin, sucking dark marks up and down to column of his throat, 

you lean to press your hands against his chest, changing the angle again. “fuck.” he mutters and you moan, your legs burning but the pleasure flowing through your body. he all but growls, his head falls against the wall again with a groan of pleasure, his hands raising to your hips and fucking up into you, eyes scrunched. his hips are stuttering and he’s flushed, looking like heaven under you.  "stan," you moan, "you feel so good, fill me up s'good." you whisper, unable to stop yourself as you moan. 

through breaths, he's whispering into your ear. "sorry, who did you say fucked you the best?" he asks as you clench around him. 

"shut up." you whisper into his ear as you bounce on him, your hand rising to his throat.

 his eyes lace shut, screwing with lust as he moans, hands hard on your hips as he fucks you down onto him. you squeeze his throat lightly, feeling him swallow under your palm. your lips meet and he bites down on your lip hard, moaning at the feeling of your hand on his neck. 

"who fucks you this good?" he says, and you can feel his voice vibrate under your palm, his lips in a sexy grin as his eyes flutter shut. "shut up, stan." you say again, "don't make me leave and let you finish yourself off." you whisper in his ear. 

he moans at that as you move your hips, your hand still around his throat. 

his hand rises up your back, palm sliding over your bare skin and then gripping your breasts, starting to thrust up. you moan loudly, forehead falling to his shoulder at the new angle as stan stretches you and hits perfectly deep inside you. your hands fall to his chest, clenching around him as you whimper. 

your legs burn and it's almost like stan can tell, because he's lifting you off him and then swiveling you so that your back falls onto the mattress. he hums, "no, you won't leave." 

you raise your brows as he grabs your legs, pulling you down towards him on the bed. "what makes you think i won’t just get up right now?" you ask. 

but then he's sliding into you, one leg held by his hand and the other behind him. he fills you up and makes your toes curl and your vision cloud in pleasure with one stroke. and then he's thrusting, your whole body bouncing as he pounds into you, hitting your g spot perfectly and making you gasp sharply in pleasure. 

"because," he whispers into the shell of your ear, "nobody can make you cum like i can." 

you let out a shaky breath, the last ounce of dominance gone from your body as he fucks you into the mattress. he slips his thumb into your mouth and you wrap one hand around his forearm, sucking on his thumb and swirling your tongue over the tip of the finger as he stares into your eyes. 

he bites his lip, grinning. "what was it bill said? that girls who suck fingers without having to be told go to heaven?" 

you blush at that as he thrusts into you, and he coos as he slips the finger out of your mouth with a light pop. "yeah, guess he's right. you are my good girl."

and then he's rubbing your clit gently with that thumb, his hips rocking into yours and making your legs shake. you moan loudly, the pleasure making you squeeze your eyes shut. 

he hums, "you'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know who's really your favorite." he whispers cockily against your lips, and your eyes roll back as you moan quietly. 

he smiles at you, other hand smoothing your hair. your eyes fall to the marks from your fingers around his neck, and you get shiver of pleasure knowing the effect you have on him.  "you need me. say it." he whispers against the skin of your chest. 

you let out a strangled, "n-need you, stan... i n-need you." you rush out, feeling dangerously close to your second high of the day. he smiles, kissing you sweetly as he thrusts deeper than before, making you moan into his mouth a low whimper. the aching need is becoming almost unbearable, and you pull him closer to you, clenching around him as you near your high. 

"it’s okay, i need you too, babylove." he whispers into your ear, kissing your hairline as he tugs your leg up more, hitting a different angle. the new sensation pushes you over the edge and you're moaning his name in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut as you pulse around him. you feel euphoric as he rocks you through your orgasm, kissing you softly. 

his name falls from your lips as you hold him tight, your nails leaving small half-moons in his skin. you come down from your high and stan's right behind you, only a few more thrusts until he stills slightly, his breath shake as he props himself above you.

 he pulls out and pumps himself, biting his lip as a bit of blood lingers from the split. you're breathless as he cums in spurts on your stomach, enthralled by the sight of his beauty. "god, y/n." he whispers, the david star charm on his necklace glinting in the light against his bare chest. 

"didn't want to cum inside you." he whispers against your lips, but you pull him closer, "it's okay, i'm on the pill anyways." you whisper. he swallows, sighing in relief as he collapses next to you. "good girl." he whipers breathlessly. you smile into his neck as he pulls you closer to him, your naked limbs warm against each other's bodies. you lay there for a few moments, listening to his rapid heartbeat calm down as he plays with strands of your hair. 

he gets up suddenly, though, and pulls on his own underwear and then pulls your own from his pocket of the pants on the floor. you swallow, watching him as he slowly slides your underwear up your legs slowly. he watches you, too - "did you fake it?" he asks. 

you blink at him. "no, actually." you admit, face red. "never with you." 

he smirks, kissing your bare legs as he makes his way up your thighs. you swallow, heart beating quick. "wh-what are you doing?" you ask. he shrugs, "you look so beautiful when you cum. i want to see it again." 

your throat dries up as you try to swallow to avoid choking at his words, shock coursing through you along with desire. holy fuck. "but your lip-" but he shakes his head, "-don't care." he says, eyes already focusing on your heat. 

"o-okay." you say shakily, "god, please," you add, looking at him as his breath hits you. he watches you as his tongue sticks out, licking a stripe up your pussy before swirling on your stimulated clit, making you gasp in pleasure.

the feeling is sharp and pleasant as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks lightly, tongue running over your folds. his hands move to hold your thighs as he delves in, your moans quieting as the pleasure increases after already being so overstimulated. 

you're already shaking. his mouth moves on you expertly, his tongue sliding to fuck up into you and making your hips buck, his nose brushing against your clit. you tug on his hair and he groans, sending vibrations through your body that make your toes curl. "stan, f-fuck," you say quietly, whimpering. 

its soft as he looks up at you, his tongue working you so well that within a few minutes, you know you’re already about to cum. your fingers tug his hair hard and then he's reaching to cup your face.

 his thumb presses against your lips and you kiss it softly, making smirk in between your thighs as he kitten licks your clit and draws a gasp from your lips. “stan, oh my god, i’m so close.” you sigh out, overwhelmed by how good you feel, by the pleasure coursing through you and the affection for the boy you’re with.

he just holds you tighter to his face, lapping your juices up and flicking against your clit before sucking, your thighs tightening. “stan, please, i’m gonna-” and but yourself off with a high moan, hand covering your mouth as you hit your high. you cum for the third time on his tongue, your legs shaking as you ride it out, your fingers combing through his curls. you sigh in bliss as you come down from your high, full of affection and need. 

stan rises from between your thighs, pressing a kiss to each before pulling up your lacy underwear and kissing your lips. 

he's wordless as he leaves the room, coming back moments later with a warm washcloth to clean himself off your stomach. you watch him the whole time as he smiles, your handprint fading from his neck. your stomach flutters as you pull on a sweatshirt and press a kiss to his nose. 

but the door opens and shuts from downstairs and you both share a look: now is not the time to test richie. 

stan looks to your window, then back to you, "i'm going to go. it's probably best." 

you pretend not to be disappointed. "y-yeah. makes sense." stan stares at you for a second with a gentle smile before standing and quickly getting dressed the rest of the way. 

you watch silently with an aching heart as he pulls his shirt on, grabbing his shoes and then leaning to kiss you quickly. "hey." he says softly, and you meet his eyes. "i'll... see you soon." 

"okay." you whisper as he slips out your window and down to your roof. 

you don't see stan for almost eight days after that. he doesn't phone the house, the losers don't come by much, stan not at all. richie doesn't speak to you, only in passing and only micro aggressions. it's lonely.

it's almost sunset when the door knocks, and you take your time walking to open it. 

you swing the door open and do a double take as you see the boy standing on your doorstep, hands in his pockets. he looks nervous, but when his eyes catch your figure, his face turns red. 

stanley uris looks devastatingly gorgeous in the dying light of the afternoon. 

"-oh, i thought..." he clears his throat. "i thought richie'd be here." he says, swallowing. you raise your brows, "he's at work right now, actually." you respond, toe drawing circles in the ground. "why did you even try to come and talk to him? he's a nightmare right now, he'd definitely try to beat you up again." you say softly. he chuckles a bit and your heart keels over and surrenders to him. 

stan shrugs, "he's been my best friend since we can remember. it's not as bad as he seems to think, i know we can get through this." 

you nod, heart then deflating as you realize that stan's intending to apologize to richie and beg for him to forgive him - of course friendships are more important than hook-ups, but after last time... and the way stan had stood up for you when richie was being mean... you'd hoped things would be different with him. 

because you think you've loved stan for a long time. 

"anyways, he has to learn to accept that i have feelings for his sister. i'm not going to sacrifice my happiness just because he's acting like a child, or that he's mad that i spend all my time thinking about you." 

your head snaps up to him and your eyes widen, heart soaring at his words. "wh-wait what?" you ask, suddenly shy. "you-" you just smile, not knowing what to say. stan shrugs, as if it's as simple as saying the sky is blue. 

"i think about you all the time, y/n. i like you as more than a friend, more than just a good fuck. i want to be yours, i want you to be mine. always have." 

you smile so big you think your face may split in two. "i think about you too, stan. haven't stopped in a few years. i missed you last week." 

"then can i take you out?" he asks boldly. "promise i'll hold your hand and buy you dinner." 

"he'll kill us." you say, looking into stan's bright honey eyes. they're full of confidence and mischief and you think he's absolutely irresistible. stan's large hand finds purchase on your waist lightly as he smiles, "has that ever really scared you, y/n?" he asks. 

you smile as you take his hand. "of course not." 

he kisses your forehead as you step towards him, his arm pulling you closer and releasing hordes of butterflies in your stomach. "think we should go visit him at work? order a shake with one straw and make out in the corner booth?" stan asks, the light catching the purple and yellow skin of his fading bruise.

you laugh as you walk towards his car, shoving him a bit. "you're an asshole." you say, butterflies rampant. his laugh makes you warm and he leans towards you. "you can say that all you want, but i know you've had a crush on me since we were kids." he teases. 

you roll your eyes. "you're really testing me, uris." 

"it's okay, tozier. i think you're beautiful even when you're mad." he says, pecking you on your nose. "well you better get used to it, i guess." you mutter, and he chuckles a bit as he kisses your forehead. 

"i will never get tired of you, no matter what you do or what your brother thinks." 

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[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

hey!! i saw your teasing la squadra hcs and really liked what you wrote for ghiaccio ! could i request hcs for ghiaccio reacting to you purposefully trying to tease him in the gym while bending/deadlifting in front of him and such? how long could he last being teased that way, how will he act at his breaking point... you know what i mean 😏

im pickin up what ur layin down anon dear 😏

teasing ghiaccio at the gym ❄️

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

so chances are, it's the two of u in the small home gym on base (which is mostly like, some weights and floor space w/ mats)

your athleticwear is skimpy, and if it wasn't skin tight before it's gonna be clinging to you with sweat, there will be nothing left to the imagination

if you came in a sweater his eyes would already be lingering as you strip it off

he tries really hard not to stare and focus on his own reps as you lift, but the way your muscles ripple under your skin... hooh. if ur sitting and working on ur arms, ur legs spread on the bench to steady yourself will not help him

he has a love-hate relationship with spotting you for heavier shit because on god does he love to see you flex but ON GOD DOES IT FLUSTER HIM AND THEN HES NOT CONCENTRATING ON ACTUALLY SPOTTING YOU EITHER

if you ask him to sit on your feet while you do sit-ups, he's gulping. your flushed face is in his every other second (if u do the thing where u kiss his nose for every sit-up he'll grumble and blush) and his hands are very lightly on your knees. it would be so fucking easy to just push them apart, huh?

if you do something bending over with your ass in the air and he can see every single curve, he'll be close to breaking. this is probably the point where he'll grip his water bottle so hard he splashes himself in the face. he's a ride or die ass man and his mind is nowhere near what you came to the gym for

you'll be all, oh i could go for a refresher too :) and take a long drink, and he'll watch your throat bob as you gulp, and then pour some of your water on your face too, splashing and dripping down your neck to your chest, sweeping your hair back with one hand, the works

the thing is, you give him a coy little look and that's when it clicks for him

YOU'VE BEEN DOING THIS ON PURPOSE THE WHOLE TIME

in an instant he has your back pressed against the wall, asking if you wanted to fuck why didn't you just tell him instead of slowly driving him insane for the better part of two hours

the answer, of course, being that it's more fun this way. he smothers that shit-eating grin with his lips, shoves his thigh between yours, and grinds and sucks on your bottom lip until your knees are shaking

so anyway, ghiaccio fucks hard and fast as a baseline but after teasing him on purpose like that for so long and getting him so riled up?

if it's just the two of you in the house, he's fucking you against the wall. then over the weightlifting bench. then on the floor. otherwise, he's dragging you to the bedroom and fucking you every which way there

if u were both there working out with others he's gonna be even MORE flustered and drags u out into the hall once he realizes what ur doing. the reactions vary from snickers to eye rolls

now if u were at a public gym, ghiaccio would be glaring at any rando making eyes at you cause if anyone is out there making you uncomfortable he'll gut them. once he realizes ur teasing on purpose, ur hauling ur sweaty asses to his car, he's zooming to the nearest secluded spot, and y'all are steaming up the windows and rocking the frame. and ghiaccio isn't much of an exhibitionist but once he knows u were putting on a show for him, he does feel a bit smug, because you're so beautiful and you know it and he wouldn't doubt it if everyone there wanted you, but you only had eyes for him the way he does for you. he fucks you in the backseat until you're both sane enough to drive home and then he fucks you there too

OH HONEY

NEITHER OF U ARE GONNA BE WALKIN TOMORROW

if he needs a break from pounding, he'll keep going with his hands. if you need a break from pounding, he'll fuck your face instead. this man just go go goes like a motor

you KNOW he's runnin his dirty mouth the whole time, asking if this is what you wanted, to just get fucking wrecked by him. you're too busy taking it all and having the time of your life to articulate jack shit so you probably just nod

you both get a whole other workout and shower together afterwards. you might fuck in the shower too but probably slower, after ghiaccio gets that all out of his system he gets softer so he'll be very gentle with u and u can just enjoy each other as u get cleaned up and it's very sweet

u rehydrate (it's important!!!!!), have a snack, and cuddle up together. ghiaccio is a snuggle bug. he'll also kiss ur face and sweet words don't always come easy to him but he'll make sure you know how amazing u are. u fall asleep together all warm and cozy and loving!!!!!

ur both sore as hell the next day but since ur both laying around in bed u may go for another gentler round anyway lmao

[xlovelyyoongix]

something new | myg

Summary: yoongi wants to try a new position but the insecurities you have about your weight has you questioning if you should even try. (nsfw 18+)

Pairing: yoongi x curvy f. reader

Genre: fluff, smut, and a bit of angst 

Word Count: 2,974 (one-shot)

Warnings: weight insecurities, french kissing, fingering, face riding (female receiving.), yoongi being the sweetest, loving, supportive boyfriend ever, and cheesy jokes.  

Date Posted: 6/24/2020 est

A/N: special thanks to my friend @fuckyeahkpopandanime​ ! Her fic, Sit On My Face,  inspired me to write this! 

Enjoy!

"I wanna try that." 

The moment Yoongi's words slice through the awkward air of the living room, your lashes fluster in shock, heat pooling the rounds of your cheeks and mouth hanging ajar as you arch an appalled brow. Your head turns, slowly gazing in your boyfriend's direction, hoping to discover any signs of humor behind his words. However, astonished by your findings, Yoongi wasn't the least bit joking.

His jet eyes fixated on the pornographic scene display across the flatscreen. His thick brow cocked temptingly, as his tongue drags lecherously across the smirk of his lip. You had witnessed that lustrous expression on Yoongi before. A face that only meant he was to fulfill the sexual desires spewing within his mind. 

 Still silent and slightly embarrassed by the adult content displayed before you, somehow, your eyes couldn't move away. You watch as the female lead, moans out her lover's name in a needy whimper, her fingers toying with her hardened nipples, creamy thighs saddling her lover's face as she rode out her pleasure on his tongue. "D-don't stop." She whines, promptly bouncing on the man's mouth as though her life depended on it.  

Your mind riddles, undecided. Wondering if it was best to simply pretend you didn't hear a word, Yoongi said or indulge into his tempting curiosity. Nevertheless, the longer the erotic scene played, the more your body sizzled like an animal in heat. Now curious in wonder what it would feel like to have your boyfriend's soft lips latch onto the hood of your clit, face to ride his plush mouth. 

Realizing you were allowing your hormones to get the better of you, you hastily clap your thighs closed, hoping it would ease the desperate tension dancing within your core. Anxious, you swallow down the dryness of your throat, nervous fingers fiddling with your sundress's fabric. Your ears burn at the lewd sounds of moist pussy and needy moans rippling throughout the room. You want to speak up and admit to your boyfriend that you'd like to try the obscene sex position as well; however, something was halting you in your tracks.    

The actress's perfectly crafted body held no match to your own. Her creamy mounds flawlessly perked, toned abdomen molded into an impeccable hourglass, and a set of slender ivory thighs. Looking as though she weighed next to nothing compared to your curvy physique.  

True, you were slightly considered to be overweight. With a pair of thick thighs attached to your abdomen and an ass you had to wiggle to squeeze into your favorite jeans, you were far from the ideal shape of the woman on screen. Even though you wanted to try, you would hate for your weight to put Yoongi in a predicament where your curvaceousness would suffocate him to death. You can imagine the headlines now, 'Cause of man's death due to his girlfriend's oversized thighs.' You grossly shiver at the tragic image playing throughout your mind. 

"Y/N..." Yoongi drags out the rhythm of your name curiously as his fingers trace up the skin of your thigh, leaving behind a trail of heat and goosebumps. "Did you hear what I said?" The tone of your boyfriend's husk voice, curious with a hint of fervor. 

Your teeth sink into the flesh of your lip because, in fact, you most certainly heard his coveted request. With his veiny palm tempting so dangerously up your inner thigh, it was getting harder to convince your body to pretend as if nothing were the matter. You cough awkwardly, clearing the drought from your throat. "I-I ah...I heard you." Your stiff body, not daring to look into the direction of your boyfriend.  

"So then..." Yoongi slips his body closer to yours on the couch. His lips finding a place on your jaw, placing small kisses along the line. "I want you...". His digits craftly slip under the fabric of your dress, mint breath casting over the sensitive spot of your ear as his husk voice whispers, "to sit on my face while I eat you for dinner, love."

Yoongi's carnal words cause your breath to catch in your throat, along with throbbing walls of erotic muscle to clenching around nothing. Holy hell, your boyfriend had a way with words that always seemed to rev you up like a Japanese sports car. With a lustrous shiver racing up your spine, you knew you couldn't hide your desires much longer.  

His finger reaches the area of his truest desire, index sliding up the moist cloth of your panties, applying minor pressure to the areas he knew you'd want most. "You can't play hard to get when your sweet pussy is already wet for me, y/n" Yoongi pulls your panties to the side, carefully slipping a finger between your wet folds. 

Your body betrays you, lashes fluttering, irises rolling, and head, knocking back as Yoongi slowly worked between your flesh, sending an electric wave of heat throughout your body. "I-...I'm just scared, is all." With your voice shaky and in a whimper, you're surprised you were even able to confess your emotion. 

Yoongi's greedy actions between your thighs come to an abrupt stop the second you voice a concern. He's quick to remove his finger from inside you, fearful of proceeding in an action you wanted no part in. "W-what are you scared of?" Yoongi rakes his fingers through his raven-hair anxiously, shaking his head in disbelief of himself. "Did I do something wrong to you? D..did I make you uncomfortable?... Fuck!" He slaps his palm across his forehead, disgusted with his perverted actions. "I shouldn't have touched you, I..." 

"No, no, no!" Hushing Yoongi's apology, you aid your distressed boyfriend by placing soft hands over his. "Yoongi, it's not that." You correct. "It's just..." Sighing heavily, your lashes flutter shut, preparing yourself for the wave of embarrassment that would soon be endured. "It's just... I'm too heavy!" You blurt out, hoping the faster you speak, the quicker the conversation would end. 

Yoongi bats his eyes in disbelief, arching a baffled brow as the corner of his mouth tilts oddly. "What...?" He questions, however, the man indeed comprehended what you had said. Merely a matter of him unbelieving, you would exclaim such a thing. "You don't want to sit on my face because you think you're too heavy?" His hooded, jet eyes piercing puzzledly into yours. 

Your lips clamp tightly into a line, head held low in shame of yourself. "I don't think." You mutter matter-factly. "I know that I'm too heavy." Gazing down, you stair at the blobs of flesh you call thighs, observing how they expand in size every time you partake in a seat. You hate to admit it, but you've seen the girls Yoongi dated in the past in which none of them shaped like you. Still baffled at how the handsome, Min Yoongi even found you attractive enough to date. 

Yoongi rolls his eyes, releasing a disappointed sigh. "First of all," He starts, grabbing your soft hands to hold. "You're not as heavy as you think." He says, placing a kiss on the back of your wrist. "Secondly, how dare you assume I'm not strong enough to support my woman." He jokes cutely with his signature pout. "I have you know, I can bench 250." He takes a moment to humorously boast. 

Even with your mind clustered with insecurities, you can't help but giggle at Yoongi's comedic, prideful words. "Yeah, but..." 

"No, buts!" He exclaims with a playful attitude, silencing your uncertainties. "I love you and every single thing about you." Yoongi leans in, puckering a kiss atop of your forehead. "I love your soft skin." A kiss was placed on your cheek. "I love your lips." Another on your lips only to maneuver his knees to the ground, body parked between your legs with adoring eyes. "Your stomach." Yoongi leans in slow, pressing his plush lips against the fabric of your torso. "Every single curve." He settles his hands on the waves of your hourglass, tracing down the trail of dips leading out to your hips. "Especially your thighs." His warm palms sway up the plush of your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze before settling a kiss across the skin. 

Your heart tugs as a warmth of tenderness blossoms throughout your body. The man kneeling before you was made up of the purest perfection. With lips that kissed away all of your insecurities, hands that showed you what it means to be loved, and large twinkling eyes of infatuation. You wonder what good deed you could have possibly done in your past life to deserve a man like Min Yoongi. "I love you too, Yoongi." A joyous tear swelling at the corner of your eye but never daring to fall. 

"I understand if this is something you don't want to try." His soft hands take hold of yours once again, gazing with affectionate understanding. "I just wanted to try a new way of pleasuring you, and it's perfectly fine that you don't want to t-"  

"Yoongi." You say his name, halting the rest of his apology. For a moment, his lost eyes stutter with confusion; however, you smile, tightening your hold on his hands in assurance. "I would love to try that position with you." You bashfully announce. 

Stunned, Yoongi's brows arch, ears burning, and eyes shining like a child on Christmas morning. "Really?" He questions, unbelievingly.  

You nod with a giggle, dimples piercing through your cheeks. "Yes." 

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Still settled between your legs, Yoongi stiffens up, latching his plush lips onto yours for a passionate kiss. 

Your lashes flutter as your boyfriend his magic across your lips, fingers threading through the backs of his undercut hair. "Yoongi," You whine, reminding yourself that you were fully aroused with no need for pre-game. "Just take off my dress." You word in a hush.   

Yoongi groans at your response, breaking for a breath. "Shit. Okay." Needy hands grasping the hem of your dress, yanking the fabric over your head just as he had done many times before. "Your ass looks fuckin' great in that sundress, by the way. Whoever said Covid ruined sundress season was a fuckin' lie." His breathy tone confessing out. 

Your mouth blurts out a laugh. Yoongi always seemed to be quite the comedic before intercourse. "Shuddup, and take off my bra." You humorously badger. 

Yoongi sinks his teeth into his lips with a smirk. "Don't have to tell me twice." Voice, playful with a hint of desire as he snakes his fingers to the strap of your bra, unsnapping the troublesome piece of fabric. 

Your breast bounce free, perked nipples hardened by the exposure of the cool air of the living room. Yoongi had witnessed your bare chest what felt like a million times by now, though somehow, he still managed to fixate upon them as if your breast were God's greatest gift known to man. Well, to Yoongi, they most certainly were. "S-so..." Even with your boyfriend’s hungry eyes feasting your naked view, you felt nervous at the idea of venturing into unchartered territory. "Ah. How do we do this?" 

Your shaken question snaps Yoongi from his daze. "Oh, um." Slightly flustered himself, Yoongi gestures your attention back to the television. "I guess like that." The actress is displayed across the screen. Her panting moans echoing through the speakers, pink lips dropped in the shape of an -o-, bouncing on her partner's face.  

A red burn of embarrassment bursts across your face, quickly grabbing the remote, turning off the movie. You inhale a heavy breath before slowly releasing it, reminding yourself that there was no need for worries or insecurities as long as you were with Yoongi. "Alright, let's do this." 

Eager to get things started, Yoongi drops himself in a lying position across the couch, a gummy grin plastered across his cheeks. "Come to daddy." He demands in a joking manner though somehow, you felt he was serious.   

"I'm coming, gosh." You stand from the couch, stepping out of your panties, feeling the coldness of being fully nude. "Let me know if I hurt you, or if you can't breathe." 

Yoongi's eyes roll because, how many times were you going to be concerned about him when today was supposed to be about you. "I'll be fine." Dragging out the sentence in an exhausted huff. "Now, come sit on my face so I can give you this tongue technology." 

You chuckle at your boyfriend's play on words. No one ever believes that the stoic, passive, Min Yoongi is this talkative behind closed doors. "Alright, I'm coming. Gosh." You say, waddle your knees across the couch, hovering your pussy above Yoongi's face. You watch as your boyfriend eyes down your glistening core with a wicked smirk. "S-so do I just sit down, or..." 

“Just come here already.” Inpatient, Yoongi takes a handful of your thighs, snatching your frame down on his eager face. 

The nervous system in your body awakes from a pulse of electric pleasure. Yoongi's talented tongue, working slowly between the folds of your sensitive flesh, getting you used to the newly found position. "S-shit." Your hands grip onto the couch, nails digging into the fabric for support. "F-feels good~." 

You could feel the vibration of Yoongi groaning into your wet pussy. His wet tongue slapping across unchartered territory he wasn't able to venture before, taking advantage of the opportunity to please his girlfriend. 

“Fuck, Yoongi~...” A wave of heat zipped throughout your body, causing your head to knock back in pleasure. “How the fuck are you so good at this?” His crafty skills being unmatched to any other man in your past.“Shit~” 

Yoongi latches his lips to the hood of your clitoris, harshly sucking the sensitive flesh, sending your spirit into a blissful overdrive. “Mhmmm, so good~” Without your knowledge, your hips start to rock, hands slip up your torso to the rounds of your hardened nipples, teasing, and playing with the flesh to increase stimulation. 

If you didn’t know any better, Yoongi was smirking between your pussy lips. Always so cocky when it came to fucking or pleasing you. “Y-you’re enjoying this, too, huh?” You glance down at his jet eyes laced with lust. 

You could feel Yoongi nod joyously, in reply. 

Using what breath you had left, you manage a chuckle. “W-well then, keep it up, I’m about to.....” Catching you mid-sentence, your abdomen's muscles begin to tighten, throbbing walls clenching around nothing as your thighs start to tremble. "Cum." You finish your sentence with a throaty breath, bouncing on Yoongi's tongue, hoping to soon reach your euphoric goal. 

Taking notice of your approaching orgasm, Yoongi's strong palms capture you in place, tongue slurping at devilish speeds to proceed with your delightful pleasure. 

"A-almost!" You can feel the familiar tingle slip up your spine as your back arches, lips prying open as you whimper Yoongi's name, sweat trickling across the skin of your hairline and thick arouses glisten down your thighs. "Yoongi, Fuck!" With one final cry escaping your voice, your climax released into your lover's mouth. Bursts of color fog your sight as your vibrating body snatches you for a trip to utopia. "mmm." You hum in an exhausting delight, tired body collapsing on the couch. "That was fun." 

"I agree." Yoongi nods, pulling himself up while wiping your dripping arousal from his lips and chin. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."  

Gazing up at the ceiling, you take a moment to maintain your breathing. "I'm glad we tried it." Your cum streaming down your thighs, but your weary body, too fatigued to move. 

Before you could notice your boyfriend had left, Yoongi walks back into the room, damp washcloth in hand. He takes a seat between your parted legs, onyx eyes tender as he diligently tended to the mess between your thighs. 

You raise on your elbows, examining the attentive man before you, chest exploding with warmth. "Thank you, Yoongi." Your gratitude, as soft as a cloud. 

Your words rip Yoongi from his concentration, jet eyes blinking curiously. “You don’t have to thank me, y/n, I always take care of you after sex.” His lips curve in his signature pout. 

You shake your head. “No, not that.” You pull yourself up, crossing your legs as you prompted directly in front of Yoongi. “Thank you for loving me. All of me.” 

The corners of Yoongi’s eyes crinkle as his lips pull into a gummy smile. He shakes his head because there wasn’t even a need for you to thank him. “No, thank you for loving me.” His arms pull your naked frame into his embrace. Your head resting on his shoulder as he places a kiss on the top of your head. “Now, as much as I love having you naked. Let’s get you showered and dressed.”

As you attempt to move from Yoongi’s lap, your sensitive core brushes against the hard erection, protruding from your boyfriend's sweatpants. So wrapped up in your own desires, you forgot to tend to your boyfriend's needs. "Or..." You temptingly drag your finger across the outline of his length. "I can take care of you instead." Tongue dancing seductively across your lip, digit circling around the tip of his fathead.    

Yoongi swallows hard. "Fuck~" His head knocking back, a shiver of temptation slithering up his spin from your touch. Yoongi was perfectly fine with keeping things about you tonight: however, if you were offering, he was never one to deny you. "I think I like that idea." He murmurs, eyes in a hypnotizing daze. 

A twinkle of dominance sparkles within your eyes as your fingers untie the strings of his gray sweatpants. “Good, because I’d love to eat you for dinner too.”

[quokkacore]

mojave, mo’problems (m)

summary: throughout your life, you’d been told that a life of crime was the loneliest of all. now, however, your boyfriends, johnny and jaehyun, a pair of bank robbers, and you, their getaway driver, beg to differ.

pairing: seo johnny x jeong jaehyun x fem reader

genre: SMUT, fluff, minor angst, found family, criminals!au

warnings: poly relationship, language, guns, mentions of cops (acab!!!), armed robbery, mentioned physical, mental and emotional abuse, reader, johnny and jaehyun are from broken homes, mentioned alcohol abuse, overuse of pet names :’), unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap ur willy!!), JAEHYUN HAS NIPPLE PIERCINGS, minor daddy kink? its used like,, once, dirty talk, threesome, boyxboy, soft dom johnny switch jaehyun, sub reader, hair pulling, slight overstimulation, orgasm denial, spitroasting, praise kink, size kink, mentions of double penetration, blowjobs, cunnilingus, general filth

song recs: stevie nicks & don henley - leather & lace ♡ nct 127 - fly away with me ♡ lana del rey - national anthem ♡ triple h - retro future

word count: 9.4k

a/n: this was originally uploaded to my old writing blog on july 22nd, 2020. there were a few things in the original a/n that i wanted to keep. one, due to how multicultural los angeles is, i imagine the reader being latina or bipoc, but i make no mention of skin color!! two, i blame the w korea johnjae photoshoot for this. the room they were shooting in and the hawaiian shirts totally gave me desert motel vibes. and finally, pls stay safe, wash ur hands, and pls keep urself informed on current issues with resources like this carrd. <3

Burbank, Los Angeles, California, 12:22 PM

“You both remember the plan, right?"

"Yeah, John.”

“Oh my god, Johnny, we went over the plan seven times last night and twice on the way here. We know what to do.”

Johnny huffed, staring pointedly at you before rolling his eyes.

“…Fine. We’ll take less than fifteen minutes, okay? You know what to do, smart girl."

You looked at Johnny, who was sitting shotgun next to you, as his hand came up to touch the back of your head, gaze warm.

"Be careful,” You said, eyes moving to the rearview mirror, where you met Jaehyun’s eyes, “Both of you.”

Jaehyun nodded, his hand coming up to cover Johnny’s. “We will be. You be careful too, baby.”

You mirrored his action, nodding, and watched as they got out of the car to walk one block down to the bank. You watched them until they disappeared from sight, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel to calm your nerves. You were grateful Johnny had chosen this quiet, relatively empty street to wait on, avoiding calling attention to yourself.

Even after two years of doing this, it still made you nervous to wait for their signal to drive up to the front with your face mask on. One of the two burner phones you’d acquired a week prior was burning a hole in your pocket, the other tucked safely into Jaehyun’s.

You let out a deep breath, letting your eyes close for a moment, briefly thinking back to the first time you’d met them. You were nineteen, Jaehyun was twenty-one, and Johnny twenty-three.

Downtown, Los Angeles, California 3:48 AM

Two years ago, you had been working a shitty job at an old 50s style diner in the more dangerous side of LA to scrounge up enough money to run away from a less-than-ideal home life. The only noise of the diner, coming from the old jukebox in the corner crooning out some old Stevie Nicks song, was broken up by two tall, handsome men entering and sitting at a booth from across each other. You were immediately wary of them. They were obviously trying not to draw attention to themselves, but it was a bit difficult with their statures and hunched backs, leaning close to each other and whispering in rushed tones.

Still, after gathering your pen and notepad, and grabbing a pair of menus, you approached the table, doing your best to put on a customer service smile despite your feet aching and head pounding from your exhaustion.

“Welcome to Ernie’s. Can I get you boys anything?” You asked quietly, setting down the menus on the table. The two men exchanged glances, before the taller one spoke.

“For now, two black coffees would be great—”

“Actually, can I get a burger with some fries?”

Your eyes darted to the shorter one, who was sporting a small, friendly smile as he fiddled with the menu.

You nodded, pulling out the notepad to write down the order. “Do you still want both coffees, or…?”

“Uhh, sure. Why not, we could use the caffeine.” He chuckled softly, and your smile got bigger at the pleasant noise. Even through the early morning hour daze, you could pick up on his charm from miles away.

“Sure thing, I can bring you guys the coffee right now, but your burger and fries might take a little bit. Anything else I can get you?”

The taller man on your left gazed up at you with wide brown eyes rimmed with dark circles underneath, totally devoid of any emotion. “We’re good, thanks.”

As you approached the kitchen window to hand the cook the order, you were able to pick up on a few not so subtle murmurs.

“Why are you in such a good mood, Jaehyun? It’s three in the morning, Yuta bailed on us and the shipment is coming in four days and we don’t even have half of a plan.”

Pouring the coffee as quietly as you could, you strained your ears to listen. Maybe if you hadn’t been so exhausted, you wouldn’t have eavesdropped, but you’d been working since 10 PM. Your head hurt, your feet ached, and you were in the mood for some entertainment, and now your curiosity had been piqued.

“Babe, calm down. I told you I have another guy who could work as our getaway driver—”

“I wouldn’t get into another car with Yangyang behind the wheel if I were covered in full fucking body armor. And I’m sure as hell not letting him be our getaway driver!” As you set the old white mugs on your serving tray, your breath hitched at his agitated whisper.

Getaway driver?

“We’re robbing a bank for Christ’s sake, Jae, not playing bumper cars.”

As you turned to face the two from behind the counter, they immediately tensed. You pretended not to have heard anything, flashing them an innocent smile as you cautiously set the mugs down on the table.

“You’re lucky I made a new pot a half hour ago! Not too hot, but not super cold either.”

The man on the right, who you now knew was named Jaehyun, had tried his best to put on his first smile, but it wasn’t working too well. It looked slightly too forced, too tight-lipped to be believable. “Thank you…” He said through somewhat gritted teeth, briefly glancing at your nametag, “…Y/N.”

“You’re very welcome,” You replied, tempted to know what would happen if you added on his name since you’d only heard it while eavesdropping, but quickly decided against it.

“If you need anything else, don’t be afraid to let me know.”

You quickly headed back to the counter, pretending to mind your business as you wiped down the counter. They murmured to each other about needing a fast driver, and the taller, stricter man, who you soon learned was named Johnny, was grumbling about needing someone able to drive as fast as this Yuta guy or even faster.

You remained silent, but all too pensive over the tempting ideas popping into your head upon hearing about their predicament.

All too soon, Jaehyun’s food was ready, and you brought it over, an innocent smile plastered once more over your face as you set it down, but said nothing when you straightened yourself. Unmoving, you met Jaehyun’s eyes. His dark eyes looked slightly alarmed, gaze darting between yours and Johnny’s.

“You know,” You hummed, after taking a deep breath, “For two people planning a crime, you’re both incredibly stupid. You do realize I heard basically everything, right?”

The two men stiffened again, momentarily panicking as they locked eyes, but that quickly melted into confusion when you giggled at their reactions.

“That being said, you’re also both incredibly lucky that Doug, the cook, is a ‘Nam veteran who can’t hear out of his left ear, and that I am a very fast driver who is in desperate need of some good cash.”

Johnny’s eyes were unreadable. “You. A waitress. A fast driver.” His teeth were gritted, and his tone agitated.

“I hate to toot my own horn,” You sighed sarcastically, unsure where your sudden confidence was coming from, “But I know what I’m talking about. I grew up around cars. Both of my parents are mechanics. I practically grew up in their garage. I have some older cousins who drag race on the weekends and taught me how to. I drove my first car when I was like, twelve.”

“What if we say no?” Jaehyun asked, eyes now void of any friendliness, “What then?”

You held up your phone, which had been hiding in your apron pocket, 911 already dialed. You saw Johnny swallow when he saw the numbers, Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. You felt a surge of power rush to your head, having caught the scarier of the two men now looking like a deer in headlights.

“All I need to do is call. I’m sure the cops would be thrilled to take a look at all the weapons you say you have in your trunk. I want in. You either do this with me or not at all, assholes.”

The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. They seemed to be having an entire conversation with just their eyes. You tried your best to hide the shaking in your knees and the tremble in your fingers, to ignore the fact that this could easily backfire. If they were considering robbing a bank, they were automatically dangerous. One of them could easily have a gun with them here, and they could very easily pull it out and use it to hurt you or Doug.

Finally, Johnny sighed. He didn’t look very happy, but there was a glint in Jaehyun’s eyes that gave you catharsis.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Johnny said in a cold voice, “Let’s talk business.”

Everything had spiraled from there. You took them for a drive around the city to show them just how fast you could be, they opened themselves up to you being their third musketeer. The first time you robbed a bank, they were there to comfort you after you panicked at the idea of living on the run.

Eventually, you found out about their relationship as lovers, and they found out why you were so willing to drop everything and run away with two strangers, among other things. The story of how you drove your first car at twelve because your alcoholic parents were too wasted to drive to the grocery store, how you were cautious to hide the scars of cigarette burns along your inner forearm. After that, they opened up to you as well.

Why Jaehyun ran away from a promising life studying pre-med at an Ivy League University where expectations were eternally piled onto his shoulders, like Atlas holding up the sky. Why Johnny left suburban Chicago behind for LA at sixteen, tired of the monotony of a normal life where everything in his life had to look perfect, everywhere except behind the curtains of his house because his parents couldn’t stand him being attracted to both women and men, since it wasn’t befitting of the perfect family they so desired to be.

Somewhere along the lines, your strange business relationship of robbing banks and splitting the money equally three ways blossomed into something just as strange, but even better, something you’d never expected. You found yourself falling in love with the both of them, growing into the loving family you’d always wanted but of which you’d always been deprived. They both became fiercely protective of you, and after months of them calling you love, baby, sweetheart, princess, they finally asked you to become a permanent part of their relationship, and you accepted.

You expected so many things to happen in your life, but never to fall in love like this. And it was better than anything you could have asked for. They kept you safe and reminded you that you were worthy of love, something you hadn’t felt growing up.

The sudden vibrating of the burner in your pocket snapped you out of your reverie, and you quickly pulled on the black ski mask over your face before you started the car, not hesitating to speed towards the bank. You could hear police cars in the distance, and you took a deep breath as you rolled up to the front door, where the boys were currently exiting, bags full and guns out.

Your chest swelled with a strange sense of pride as they bolted into the car, shouting at you to drive.

Outrunning the police was a challenge, as always, but you were always faster, despite the fact that the boys had to keep telling you to wiggle your fingers since they were so stiff on the wheel and the last thing you needed was for your hands to cramp up now. Sure, you damaged the car a bit, but you could care less. This wasn’t actually your car. This was the car you’d hotwired almost a week ago, the real getaway car was hiding in a rather empty parking building, which you managed to enter and exit without much difficulty, now riding in a blue station wagon rather than the red Pontiac you’d driven to the bank. You all pulled off your masks, Jaehyun laying down to hide himself from the view of the window behind you.

Soon enough, you were out of Los Angeles, driving east towards the state line, and Jaehyun settled into the back seat. You drove for hours, the mood in the car finally having settled into an excited one a few minutes after leaving LA.

“How much did you guys manage to pull out of them?” You asked with a grin, and Johnny and Jaehyun shared a look, something that they always did.

“Baby girl, we managed to get 900,000 dollars from ‘em, we got ‘em good.” God, if you weren’t driving, you would have kissed Johnny then and there. Instead, you shrieked, “Nine hundred thousand!? That’s the biggest amount we’ve pulled yet!”

Jaehyun leaned forward, resting his chin on the front seat as Johnny looked back at him, pressing a soft kiss to the younger’s lips. “We’re celebrating big time, tonight,” Johnny declared once he pulled away from Jaehyun’s lips, much to Jaehyun’s dismay.

“How much longer till we get there?” Jaehyun asked, deep voice rumbling with satisfaction, mostly undeterred from Johnny’s teasing.

You glanced at the clock built into the dashboard, green lights blinking 4:18 PM. “I could get us there in two hours, but I don’t wanna draw attention by speeding. I’d much rather get to the motel at around eight.”

“Take your time, baby girl,” Jaehyun told you, leaning over even further to press a warm kiss to your temple, and your fingers stiffened on the wheel once more, “Whatever you feel works best.”

“Not too long, though,” Johnny added, “I don’t wanna piss myself before we get there.”

Both you and Jaehyun processed what he said, and immediately burst out laughing afterwards.

Yeah, these were the idiots you fell in love with.

The desert seemed endless, nothing in sight for miles but arid dirt and plants along the road. Somewhere along the road, as the sun began to set in the distance, Jaehyun pulled out his real phone from one of his suitcases in the back of the car, playing soft rock for the three of you to listen to as day turned to night, and the lampposts on the side of the road turned on.

There were far and few towns in between the vast expanse of desert, and because of that the stars shone bright in the limitless sky. When you saw the first flash of the moon up above, a song Jaehyun had put on had just ended, and a familiar Stevie Nicks song started playing afterwards. You smiled to yourself, humming along to the soft, tinkling melody.

Lovers forever, face to face                         

My city, your mountains

Stay with me, stay

I need you to love me

I need you today

Give to me, your leather

Take from me, my lace…

Eventually, after an eternity, you passed the sign you’d been so looking forward to seeing.

Welcome to Verona, Nevada

Population: 1,239

The motel wasn’t that hard to find, as it was just off of the highway. Johnny signed in in under 10 minutes, and you settled into the room on the second floor as quickly as you were allowed. The room smelled like mothballs and the carpet looked like it had once been a deep forest green, but was now a dark brown.

Yes, it was disgusting, but this was necessary to lay low for a while. Posing as three friends on a road trip crashing in a dingy motel for the night was generally the ploy. Next morning you would be out on the road again, driving further away from LA, then after a few days, you would finally return back to your shared apartment.

The three of you carried in the suitcases where the bags had been hidden in, and while you were stretching your legs and Jaehyun was showering, Johnny ordered three large pizzas using the phone on the nightstand.  

You lay down on the large, lumpy mattress a few minutes later, grabbing the remote and turning on the small, ancient TV across the room. The bed was lower than what the average bed was for some reason, and you suspected that the frame had broken at some point, and that the motel either didn’t know or didn’t care.

Regardless of how the mattress felt, your eyes started to droop despite flicking through the channels. You could feel your mind start to relax as you let go of your driver mindset, releasing pent up tension and alertness. Johnny turned to face the TV, sparing you a glance with his eyebrows raised.

“The news?”

“You know it, big boy."

He stalked over to where you were and plopped himself down to sit next to you, not hesitating to pull you into his lap. You smiled as he wrapped his hands around your waist, large hands spanning across your skin easily. The TV, now stuck on a channel showing some melodramatic Mexican telenovela, seemed to fade into the background.

"You did so well, today, baby,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “We all did really good.”

You smiled softly at his gentleness, hands meeting his on your waist, before turning your head enough to meet his gaze, nose brushing against his. His big, brown eyes were hooded, whether from tiredness or admiration of your features, you weren’t sure, but you gave it no further thought once he pressed his lips to yours.

His lips were slightly chapped, and you made a mental note to nag him later to drink more water. One of his hands came to brush some hair out of your face, and you became hyper-aware of each of his movements.

“Hmm, Johnny…"

"Shh, baby girl, let me kiss you a little bit more.”

When his lips came back to yours, his movements became more aggressive, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his grip on your waist tightened. Your breath hitched as you sucked on his tongue, whining softly against his mouth.

“Fuck,” you heard Jaehyun groan from the other side of the room, and Johnny pulled away before you could protest. Your eyes cracked open, hooded eyes finding Jaehyun bathed in warm light from the bathroom. His hair was still kind of damp and he hadn’t bothered buttoning his shirt up.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Johnny greeted, and you bit your lip at the teasing lilt in his tone, “Care to join us?"

"I was gonna wait until after dinner,” Jaehyun said, setting his towel on one of the chairs in the room, “But if you insist…”

“Jae,” You called, voice soft, “Come here, pretty boy.”

Jaehyun smiled as he approached you, standing right in front of you and Johnny, who had now started pressing kisses against your neck. “You want a kiss, princess?”

You nodded as best you could with Johnny sucking on your neck, pouting up at Jaehyun, who in return leaned down and grasped your face before pulling you into a kiss. He tasted like the watermelon bubblegum he always carried around in his pocket. One of your hands came up to comb through his wet, brown hair, nails scratching against his scalp, and he groaned quietly against your lips.

“You’re both so hot,” Johnny murmured against your ear, and you whined at his deep voice, both you and Jaehyun pulling away to look at him, the two of you evidently affected by what he was saying.

To say Johnny was the leader of your relationship was a bit of an understatement. Johnny was the mastermind behind most of your heists, and commanded a presence over both you and Jaehyun, wherever you were. Where Johnny went, you and Jaehyun followed with few objections, trailing behind him like ducklings. Johnny, in return, accepted his more dominant role easily, and did his best to take care of you both.

Sometimes, you wondered if your upbringings influenced the dynamics of your relationship. Maybe Johnny was  eager to dominate the both of you because he was raised under strict, controlling parents dictating his every move and treating him as their little puppet. Jaehyun submitting to Johnny, but not to you, out of the need to please as a kid who had been emotionally neglected but forced to live up to his family’s expectations. And you, submitting to both of them because you were forced to take care of yourself and your parents from a young age when it should have been the other way around.

The moment was broken by a knock at the door, the three of you immediately tensing up. “It’s just the pizza guy,” Jaehyun whispered in reassurance, taking a deep breath, but it didn’t do much to calm your nerves.

“Jae,” Johnny said, nodding toward him, looking alert, “Look through the peephole first. Wait for me.”

Jaehyun nodded, standing slowly. You were taking deep breaths in an attempt to keep yourself calm, but the possibilities of it being anyone but the pizza guy were causing your heart to beat into overdrive. LA police. Nevada police. State troopers. The FBI. Those weird Hungarian guys Jaehyun pissed off a few months ago. Suddenly it was all of them, waiting to burst into the room and take your family away from you.  

Johnny set you down on the bed, flashing you a soft look before pulling the back of his button up to reveal a gun hiding in the waistband of his pants, putting a hand on the grip, just in case. You stood, watching as Jaehyun slowly approached the door to look through the peephole, his eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed, heart pounding in your chest. He shut one eye, looking through the small hole in the door, before allowing his shoulders to slump a moment later, and giving you both a thumbs up.

Coast clear.

You sighed in relief, sitting back down on the bed as Jaehyun stepped away from the door. Johnny handed Jaehyun his gun, pulling out his wallet from the pocket of his pants, and swung open the door, beginning a casual discussion with the delivery man as he pulled some money out of his wallet, before grabbing the pizzas and telling the guy to keep the change.

He closed the door, waiting a few seconds before sighing in relief as well and slumping against it.

“Jesus fuck, that’s one way to kill a boner,” He muttered, looking up as Jaehyun set down the gun on the nightstand.

“Y/N, you should have seen your face,” The younger man said while he stifled a laugh, coming closer to wrap his arms around you, and you huffed.

“Fuck off,” You told him, rejecting his embrace, and pouted, “I was genuinely about to piss myself.”

Jaehyun laughed again, and you retaliated by punching him in the arm, but not too hard, but he still grabbed your hand and pulled you towards Johnny, who had since set the pizzas down on the desk and locked the door again. He opened a box and grabbed a slice, and your spat with Jaehyun was forgotten, especially after having been on the road for over eight hours without stopping to eat.

Jaehyun grabbed another slice, eagerly taking a large bite before his eyes turned to the TV, which was still playing the Mexican telenovela. He raised an eyebrow after a few moments.

“Why are we watching Pasión de Gavilanes?” He asked, reading the name of the show as it cut to a commercial break.

“I was looking for the news,” You replied, giving Johnny a sideways glance, “But someone had other ideas.”

Johnny shrugged, already on his second slice of pizza. “You didn’t seem to mind,” He said after swallowing his food, eyes alight with mischief. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t deny him, and watched as he walked back to the bed, where the remote lay abandoned. He began switching through the channels until he finally stumbled upon the nine o’clock news report on a random channel, and the three of you quietly made your way towards the bed, all three of you waiting for the exact same thing.

And when it came, it was amazing. You were the main story, the breaking news of the armed robbery that had occurred in one of the safest parts of the city.

The three of you huddled together, occasionally getting up to pick up more slices of pizza, all relishing in having your egos stroked as the reporters all went over the details of the heist, how, when the police searched the getaway car (which had been mysteriously abandoned), no trace of any of the thieves were found, that any and all fingerprints didn’t match with any already registered in the LAPD’s database.

“The FBI has already involved itself in the investigation, believing this is the work of the same perpetrators as the Municipal Bank of Santa Monica six months ago, where two assailants…” The female reporter faded into the background, and you nodded to yourself, finishing your pizza happily. You peeked over at Jaehyun, who had a smug look on his face, satisfaction evident. You looked back to the TV as the scene changed, ignoring Johnny as he shifted next to you.

“We have no way  to identify the perpetrators,” A representative for the FBI explained, “All we know is that the suspects are two males, both taller than six feet, and a female of unknown stature. All are believed to be between early and mid 20s.”

You zoned out for the rest of the report, content at both the fullness in your stomach and the lack of evidence the police had against you, before feeling Johnny shift next to you again. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your head to look at him, only to raise your eyebrows as you realized what was going on.

Your eyes looked down to Johnny’s hand, which had drifted to between Jaehyun’s legs. Jaehyun was slumped against Johnny’s side, panting quietly as Johnny’s hand groped him roughly. Johnny’s gaze met yours, dark eyes twinkling.

“And to think he told us off for not being able to wait,” He murmured, and Jaehyun hummed at the deep roll of his voice. “Come on, princess. Help me make him feel good.”

You nodded, knowing better than to disobey Johnny when he got like this. You lowered yourself to your knees, crawling towards Jaehyun. Johnny moved again, this time sitting behind Jaehyun so he could begin to unbutton Jaehyun’s shirt. You placed yourself in between Jaehyun’s legs, hands coming up to touch the tent in his white shorts.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” You sighed, reaching to unzip his pants. Jaehyun looked down at you, face flushed, but eyes still burning with lust. “That desperate, baby?”

“For you two, always,” You answered quietly, pulling his pants down as he wiggled his hips. Johnny slid the button up down the younger man’s arms, leaving Jaehyun in black boxers. You glanced at Johnny, who was kissing the back of Jaehyun’s neck, big hands sliding up and down Jaehyun’s toned torso, purposely avoiding the metal studs embedded in Jaehyun’s nipples, something you knew Jaehyun loved for Johnny to play with. You bit your lip, not missing  the fact that Johnny was rocking his hips steadily against Jaehyun’s.

You eyed the bulge in Jaehyun’s boxers hungrily, feeling your core heat up at the thought of what was to come, before pulling down the garment and freeing Jaehyun’s dick. He hummed at the feeling, and you didn’t hesitate to wrap a hand around it.

Jaehyun’s head fell back, breath hitching as you pressed a kiss to his tip, and Johnny chose that moment to tug on the piercings. “Fuck, John,” He muttered, eyes squeezing shut.

“Don’t be mean, pretty boy,” Johnny cooed, fingers flicking the nubs incessantly, “Y/N’s helping you out too, don’t ignore her.”

“Y-Y/N—Shit, baby, nngh…”

You smiled at his whine, before taking his tip into your mouth, Jaehyun’s hips instinctually moving to thrust into your mouth. Your hand moved to stroke what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, listening to Johnny whisper filth into Jaehyun’s ear, not letting up his fingers, despite Jaehyun’s squirming.

His pretty face was flushed, letting out soft moans as Johnny tugged on the metal and pressed open mouthed kisses against his neck. You closed your eyes, focusing on hollowing your cheeks and making him feel good. He hissed when he hit the back of your throat, and your eyes opened as you forced yourself not to gag. Drool was pooling in your mouth, threatening to spill down your chin.

“She’s so pretty like this, John…” Jaehyun’s voice sounded breathless as his hands wound into your hair, keeping it out of your face. Your eyes screwed shut, whining quietly at his praise.

"She’s fucking gorgeous when she’s sucking cock,” Johnny growled against Jaehyun’s neck, voice guttural and dangerous, “And she loves it. Isn’t that right, princess?”

Jaehyun’s hand tightened against your scalp, trying to pull you off of his cock. “Give him an answer, baby girl.”

You pulled away from him, hand still gripping his shaft, still pumping slowly. You gasped for air, and the spit that had been gathering in your mouth spilled onto your chin, and they both groaned in unison at the sight. “I love it, John,” You murmured, meeting his dark stare. “Baby, you’re both so big, you both stretch me out so good.”

Jaehyun groaned again, and Johnny hummed, pressing a kiss to Jaehyun’s temple before he stood from the bed. He pulled you up on top of the bed with them, pulling you into his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling to yourself as you felt something hard poking at your core. “Jae,” Johnny hummed, and Jaehyun shuffled over to meet you both.

“Spit in her mouth,” Johnny ordered quietly, and you whimpered in delight. Jaehyun looked at you with mischief in his eyes, before grabbing your chin. Your mouth fell open without need for an order, and he pressed his nose against yours. Then he opened his mouth, and you moaned when his spit fell onto your tongue.

“Don’t swallow yet, princess.” Johnny’s voice was deep, dark, and you knew he was thoroughly enjoying watching the both of you. You kept your mouth open, as one of his hands came to hold the back of your neck, drawing him closer to you. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, before opening his mouth and spitting in yours as well.

His eyes never left yours the entire time, nearly black with desire. His face was flushed, and the hand on your neck was hot.

“Swallow,” He growled against your mouth, and you couldn’t bring yourself to disobey. When you opened your mouth to show him how good you were being, he groaned and pressed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt, while his hands groped your ass, forcing you to grind against him. You moaned his name, and his tongue found itself into your mouth, taking the lead of the wet, messy kiss.

Your mind was quickly hazing up at the feeling of Johnny’s clothed cock rubbing against you through your denim shorts, but you still picked up on the sounds of skin against skin and panting coming from your left. You pulled away from Johnny’s lips to look towards Jaehyun. Johnny took this chance to tug your shirt off, leaving you in a plain purple bra. Your breath caught in your throat when your eyes fell to Jaehyun’s hands, Johnny’s lips trailing down to the skin of your collarbones.

Jaehyun had one hand stroking himself at a steady pace, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, as if he were trying to stave off an incoming orgasm. He was watching the both of you with eyes darker than the Mojave desert in the middle of the night.

“Jae,” You whined, breathless against Johnny’s frame, “C’mere and kiss me, baby.”

“Yeah?” Jae answered, just as breathless as you, quirking an eyebrow up, “You want me, needy baby?”

You nodded in response, one hand reaching out to him. He leaned forward again, and your eyes fluttered shut as his lips landed against yours.

Jaehyun’s kisses were so different from Johnny’s. Jaehyun was gentler, but he didn’t need to tease you by letting you dominate the kiss and then taking over. No, Jaehyun dominated the kiss from the beginning, plump lips sliding against yours, hands leaving his cock to caress your sides, brushing over Johnny’s hands very briefly. Then, they moved to your back, unclipping your bra and discarding it somewhere on the bed.

He pulled away from your lips, and Johnny, who had been sucking a purple mark into your shoulder, did the same. You noted that all of your chests were heaving. Johnny’s hands were still moving your hips against his, and the pleasure left your mind reeling.

“You close, princess?” Jaehyun asked, and you shook your head. “N-not yet, but… s-soon.”

“Look at how pretty our baby girl is, Jaehyun,” Johnny murmured,  dark eyes glittering in adoration as he watched your hips speed up of their own accord, rutting against him like a mindless animal. Jaehyun hummed in agreement, leaning his head against Johnny’s shoulder. Your head tipped back, unable to handle both of them looking at you, looking through you, as you fell apart on Johnny’s lap.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. So good for us, baby girl.”

By now, the fabric of your shorts and your panties against your core were starting to feel uncomfortable, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were so lost in hazy pleasure, head swimming with nothing but thoughts of your two lovers. Your hands linked around Johnny’s neck, trying to find something to tether yourself to the mortal world, because you were certain that if you didn’t, you would float off into space, never to be seen again.

“Ah, f-fuck,” You said, “L-love you both so much…”

Jaehyun’s hand caressed your neck, before coming to caress your cheek. He moved your head as well, forcing you to meet his eyes. His eyes were warm, clouded with desire. Your gaze flickered between his face and Johnny’s, and you whined again. They were watching you wordlessly, in a way that made you feel safe, loved, needed, and even though it’d been about a year and a half since they started looking at you like that, it never failed to make your head spin in love and arousal.  

Johnny let loose a lazy smile at your words, hips bucking against your own. “We love you too, princess. You’re so sweet, do you wanna come soon?”

You nodded desperately, opening your mouth to answer but moaning instead when Johnny pressed you down even more against his cock. They both laughed at your noise, and you just had to laugh along with them.

The laughter died down a few moments later, and you felt yourself dangling over the edge. You just needed one little push, and a little push is what you got when Jaehyun turned his face to Johnny, and the older man met him for a kiss. Johnny growled against Jaehyun’s lips, biting down on his lower lip, and Jaehyun’s hand ran through Johnny’s hair, now sweaty and damp.

The sight of your lovers making out in front of you tipped you over the edge. Your eyes screwing shut, their names and profanities spilling from your mouth, moaning as the pleasure started in your hands and feet, before spreading up your arms and legs and taking over your body. Your hips didn’t stop moving, seemingly having a mind of your own, trying to draw out your orgasm as you clenched around nothing. All too soon, the sensation washed away, leaving you pliant and breathless in Johnny’s arms.

Your eyes opened to find that they hadn’t exactly broken away. They’d stopped kissing to pay attention to you, but they were still close enough for each other’s lips to remain against their own. When they finally separated, a small trail of spit connected their lower lips.

“That was so hot,” Johnny groaned, pressing your head against his chest, which was now bare, somehow. Jaehyun must have slipped off his shirt at some point without you noticing, you concluded in your frazzled state of mind. You closed your eyes as you allowed your breathing to return to normal, vaguely aware of your boys kissing each other a bit more.

“How are you doing, princess?” Jaehyun said once you had calmed down, no longer panting. His hand was caressing your side up and down, almost as if he was comforting you. You straightened your posture to look up at him and Johnny, giving them a soft, sleepy smile. Johnny’s big hands squeezed your hips as he spoke. “You wanna stop, or do you wanna keep going?”

You nodded, brushing away a damp strand of hair that was in your face. “I still haven’t gotten fucked by either of you,” You mumbled, “What makes you think I’m stopping before that happens?”

The pair exchanged a dark glance, wicked smiles gracing their faces before looking back at you.

“Clothes off,” Jaehyun ordered, “Now.”

You moved off of Johnny, legs wobbling slightly, to lay down next to them. You popped the button on your shorts and pulled down the zipper, watching as Jaehyun undressed Johnny, doing the same with his shorts as he kissed down the older man’s neck. You were left in now ruined cotton panties, the drenched fabric clinging to your folds in an awkward way. Your eyes turned to the pair in front of you as Jaehyun pulled down Johnny’s boxers, leaving him naked as well. They faced you, and Johnny grabbed you by the ankle, dragging you towards them with a soft smile on his face. You laughed quietly, the noise dying when Jaehyun grabbed your other leg as well and parted them, before lying in between them, face inches away from your core.

“John, baby,” He said, craning his neck to stare at him, “Can I…?”

“Go ahead, pretty boy,” Johnny replied, as he lay next to you, “Y/N made you feel good earlier, and we need to get her ready for us, right? You can return the favor, can’t you?”

Jaehyun nodded, and Johnny raised an eyebrow as he moved to lie next to you. “Words, baby boy.”

Jaehyun gulped, hands resting on your hips. “Yes, John.”

His hands reached for your panties, his eyes meeting yours as he pressed a kiss to your thigh. Your hand brushed some sandy brown hair out of his eyes, and you hummed as you watched him pull down the last piece of clothing, discarding it. “Jae,” You mumbled, “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Jaehyun smiled, the tips of his ears turning red. It had taken you a few weeks for you to put it together when you started dating, but you eventually figured out that Jaehyun loved getting praised. Anytime you or Johnny said something about how good or handsome he was, how nice he made either of you feel, he’d turn to putty in your hands.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders, his face close to where you needed him most but did nothing. He was riling you up, you knew he was. He loved to do this, loved to wait how long he could wait before making you beg. “Babe,” You murmured, “Jae, please don’t tease me.”

His eyes twinkled with something you couldn’t read as he pressed another kiss to your thigh, big, rough hands gripping your hips possessively. “You beg so nicely, princess. How could I refuse?”

He lowered his mouth to your hole, and your eyes squeezed shut, hissing out at the sensitivity. Johnny pressed a kiss to your forehead. The hand that wasn’t tugging on Jaehyun’s hair shot out to grasp Johnny’s forearm. Johnny responded by grabbing your hand and guiding it to his cock, and you obeyed his silent command by wrapping your hand around him, pumping him slowly.

You could hear his breathing right next to your ear, combined with the wet sounds Jaehyun was making as he mouthed along your slit. You weren’t sure what to focus on, letting out a high keen as Jaehyun slid a finger inside of you, his mouth coming up to suckle on your clit.

“Ah, Jaehyun, baby,” You whined, hips trying to move, but being stopped by Jaehyun’s other hand, “F-feels so good.”

Jaehyun hummed against your clit, the vibration causing you to squirm even further, crying out his name. Already you could feel the familiar sensation in your lower stomach again, forcing you to focus on Jaehyun’s mouth, alternating between sucking your clit and flicking it with the tip of your tongue.

“You like how he’s making you feel, baby girl?” Johnny asked a few moments later, and you nodded as he pressed his forehead against your temple to whisper into your ear. “You like the way he’s being a good boy and eating your pussy like he’s starving?”

You nodded again, whining even louder when Jaehyun added a second finger. Johnny’s hand rose to your breast, teasing your nipple as your head fell back, hand falling into a sloppy rhythm against Johnny’s cock. He pinched harshly, and you tried to move away from his grip, but he wouldn’t let you. “Neither of you seem to want to use your words today, huh? Come on, princess, tell Jaehyun how much you like it.”

You opened your mouth, trying to speak, but shrieking when Jaehyun’s fingers began to thrust into you at a rapid pace. Your hips were bucking wildly against Jaehyun’s mouth and fingers now, despite his best efforts to hold you down.

“J-Jae, fuck, fuck, fuck… Ah, your fingers are s-so big… They’re fucking me so good, I-I’m so sensitive, I don’t think I can h-hold on much longer…”

“Aw, already?” Jaehyun teased from between your legs, fingers not letting up as he slowed down their pace, “It’s only been a few minutes.”

“Jaehyun,” You whined, grasp tightening on his hair, “I’m gonna come, p-please…”

“No.”

Your eyes shot open to glare at Johnny, breathing heavily as Jaehyun removed his fingers from your aching core, and your hand stopped its movement against Johnny’s dick. “Why not?” You whined, and Johnny sat up, propping himself against the faded maroon headboard of the bed.

“Because you’re not cumming again until both of us have.” His tone was stern, leaving no room for argument. His gaze, however, was warm. “Now, what’s gonna happen is this: you’re gonna get on your hands and knees, and pretty boy over there is gonna fuck you from behind, and you’re gonna let me fuck your face. Can you two do that for me?”

He was giving both you and Jaehyun the chance to drop it now, disguised under the illusion of a command. But you didn’t want to stop. You rarely did when it came to your boyfriends.

“Yes, John,” You and Jaehyun answered at the same time, looking at him. Johnny grinned, patting his thighs with both hands.

“Come here, Y/N. Hands and knees, like I said.”

You crawled over to him, eyes not leaving Johnny’s face. His dark eyes followed yours, face covered with a light sheen of sweat, hair brushed back to reveal his forehead. You leaned forward when you got to the spot where he ordered you to be, pressing a kiss to his jawline. Your mouth trailed down to his neck, smiling against his skin when you heard him sigh in satisfaction.

You felt the bed shift as Jaehyun came to kneel behind you, hands trailing down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your kisses trailed down Johnny’s tan skin, past his collarbones, across his pecs, down his stomach, ghosting along his right hip. Your lips left his skin as Jaehyun gripped your hip with one hand, using his hand to grind his dick against your soaking folds.

“You want me to put it in, baby?” Jaehyun asked you, and you nodded without hesitating, your face heating at your desperation. “Yes, Jae.”

“Suck Johnny’s dick and I’ll do whatever you want, lovely girl.”

His words were accompanied by Johnny’s hands touching the back of your neck, not pushing, but still commanding a certain power over you, still compelling you to lower yourself onto his cock.

One thing you’d learned very early on from having sex with both Johnny and Jaehyun, you thought as you let your mouth relax around Johnny’s dick, was that they were both bigger than the past lays you’d had. Jaehyun was a bit longer, but Johnny was thicker. Regardless, they both had the power to leave your legs shaking, and your throat scratchy for days.

Once you’d allowed your jaw to loosen enough, you began bobbing your head up and down slowly, tonguing along the underside of the shaft. Your hands held you up, grasping Johnny’s toned thighs for support. A rush came through you as you realized that those thighs were what had made you come earlier, and that helped you push Johnny even further down your throat.

A groan bubbled out of Johnny’s throat, and Jaehyun took that as his sign to push into you. You moaned against Johnny, and his groan got louder, hands pushing you even further against Johnny’s pelvis. You held back the urge to gag, forcing yourself to focus on breathing through your nose despite the intrusion in your mouth.  

Jaehyun’s movements started slow, letting you get used to the both of them fucking into you from both ends. He let out a low hiss as you clenched around him, hips grinding against you in a way that had you seeing stars.

It was as if they were connected telepathically, something unspoken between the two of them that always confused and amused you. You felt the amusement again as they both sped up the movements of their hips at the same time, a gradual buildup from teasing, subtle grinding, to harsh bucks of the hips, fucking in and out of you as if you were their own little tool for pleasure, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Any noises that left you were either muffled shrieks of pleasure as Jaehyun pounded away at your still sensitive pussy, or gagging noises, as Johnny’s hands forced you up and down his cock, bottoming out into your throat whenever he wanted to prolong little bursts of ecstasy. Tears were running down your face as he did so, and when he noticed, he let out a strained laugh.

“Hey, baby girl, are you crying because of my dick or Jaehyun’s?”

He pulled you off of him, and you took the chance to catch your breath before answering a few seconds later.

“B-both,” You moaned, and Jaehyun grunted in acknowledgement.

“Good,” He hummed, and you bit your lip as you fucked back against him, “Using our little girl like this feels so nice, doesn’t it, Johnny?”

“It feels fucking fantastic, pretty boy,” Johnny answered as you craned your neck to kiss along his shaft, “She’s so small, but she takes us both like a fucking champ. Maybe next time we should stuff her pussy and her ass at the same time… would you like that, angel?”

You cried out enthusiastically, stomach twisting at the suggestion. Jaehyun threw his head back, letting out a guttural groan.

“Oh, she’d love that, baby. You should’ve felt how much tighter she got when you said that.”

Johnny grinned, and lifted you off of his cock one more time.

“Hey, Y/N,” He said, lifting your chin to get you to look at him.

“H-hey, Johnny,” You whimpered, and Johnny pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Get off his dick, princess,” He told you, loud enough for Jaehyun to hear, “I’ve got an idea.”

Jaehyun stopped his movements, pulling out of you. You whined at the sudden emptiness, and Johnny patted your head to calm you before standing. Given that the bed frame was a lot lower than most beds, it allowed him to tower over both you and Jaehyun as Johnny propped the younger man up, then told you to sit in his lap, letting Jaehyun slide back inside of you.

“I wanna watch you both,” He murmured lovingly, carding a hand through Jaehyun’s hair, who hummed happily. Your mind was turning fuzzy fast, clinging to Jaehyun and pressing soft kisses to his jaw.

“Can we still touch you, Johnny?” You asked, voice small, flashing him big, pouty eyes that he could seldom refuse as he sat back down at where he once was.

Johnny nodded, his hand moving to your head and repeating the movement he’d made on Jaehyun’s head. “Of course you can, baby,” He answered, “But you’ll do it when I say so and how I tell you to do it. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Johnny.”

“Okay.”

Johnny smiled at the both of you, and slowly Jaehyun began his rhythm again, fucking in and out of you slowly, before speeding up again. Your lips trailed down to his neck, sucking on a spot you wanted to leave a mark on, and your hands came up to toy with his nipple piercings, mimicking what Johnny had been doing to him earlier.

Jaehyun groaned, eyebrows furrowing and eyes fluttering shut as you began to move with him and tug at the piercings. He turned his head to lock eyes with Johnny, who was stroking himself as he watched the two of you gradually lose control against each other’s body. The two held each other’s gaze, Jaehyun’s eyes lowering first as he pressed a kiss to your  sweaty forehead.

“John,” Jaehyun pleaded, voice deep and teasing, “Come here, daddy, I wanna jack you off.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow. You and Jaehyun only brought out daddy when you wanted to be little shits to him and tease him more than usual. Nevertheless, he relented, standing and walking around the bed. Your eyes peeled open a few moments later, finding Johnny standing to the side of you, cock being stroked by Jaehyun as he continued to roll his hips into you.

Given that the bed was lower than usual, and Johnny was freakishly tall, his dick was more or less level with your faces, and through the hazy pleasure of Jaehyun pounding away at you, you got an idea.

You leaned slightly to the side, pressing a kiss to the head of Johnny’s member, and Johnny groaned as he realized what you wanted to do. Jaehyun seemed to like the idea, his hips fucking into you even faster once he registered what was going on.

Johnny used his knees to lean against the mattress, allowing you to lean back into your original position as he tipped his head back.

“Our dirty girl,” Johnny hissed, “You want cock so bad, don’t you? Can’t handle just one fucking you, you need another one down your throat.”

Jaehyun pulled you off of him. “Give him an answer, sweetheart,” He ordered, before taking your place and taking Johnny into his mouth.

“I’m yours,” You told them, “Want you both all day, all night, ngh, always… I love you both s-so much, I can’t handle not being fucked like this ever again…”

“You belong to us now, baby. We own you, body and soul.” Johnny’s voice was slightly strained now, but his words still held the same effect. You were eager to agree, unable to say anything as Jaehyun hit the one spot inside of you that had you crying out his name.

“Fuck, Jae! Right there!”

Jaehyun pulled off of Johnny’s cock, pulling you into a bruising kiss as he continued to hit your sweet spot time and time again.

“Yeah, you’re gonna cum again soon?” Jaehyun asked when he pulled away, and you nodded, before turning to Johnny and taking him into your mouth again.

“Don’t forget, princess,” Johnny said, “You can’t cum until either of us have. Understood?”

You nodded, trying to hold off the impending wave that was soon to crash on you.

“I’m so fucking close, Johnny,” Jaehyun mumbled, and Johnny gave a garbled agreement when Jaehyun’s free hand came up to stroke along with your hand.

“Me too, baby,” Johnny groaned, “You gonna fill Y/N up? Cum inside that tight pussy of hers?”

Your legs wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist, before you pulled your mouth away from Johnny, opting to stroke him as Jaehyun took him into his mouth once more.

“Give it to me, Jae,” You begged, voice shaky.

Johnny came first with a loud, “Fuck!” He watched as you and Jaehyun took turns licking away the cum as it shot out of the tip of his dick, tongues meeting occasionally as you both mouthed along the head.

“Shit, you’re both so good to me.”

Jaehyun’s orgasm came moments later. He buried his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as his pace turned sloppy and sporadic, filling you with hot cum as he groaned out both your name and Johnny’s. You whimpered at the sensitivity of your insides as he twitched against your walls, painting them white, but you didn’t stop bouncing in his lap.

“Y-you both came,” You moaned, desperate to cum. You could see on Jaehyun’s face that he was growing sensitive as well, but his hands on your waist weren’t stopping you at all. “Please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl…”

Johnny sat behind you, letting your head roll onto his shoulder. One hand wrapped around your neck, not squeezing, but still tight enough to send a thrill down your spine. “Yeah, you’ve been really well behaved tonight, baby. You weren’t as bratty as you usually are, hmm?”

You couldn’t answer, not when his other hand reached down to tap away at your swollen clit.

“J-John, ah—”

“You wanna cum, baby girl?”

You nodded, eyes squeezing shut as your hips took on a mind of their own.

“Then cum, sweetheart.”

And somehow, his deep, warm voice triggered your orgasm.

You threw your head back, almost positive that what you were speaking in tongues rather than actually saying anything coherent. You clung onto Jaehyun with one hand, writhing in his hold, and reached back to grip Johnny’s bicep. Beneath your eyelids, colors danced around you. You were certain this was what heaven felt like, and that this was some sort of divine ascension…

Verona, Nevada, 10:06 PM

When you managed to come down, you felt groggy, and your vision felt hazy, as if you were in a dream.  The only sound came from the three of you, breathing heavily as you recovered from what had just happened. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and oddly enough, greasy pizza.

“Y/N?” Jaehyun murmured, “You still with us?"

You nodded, trying to ignore the scratchiness in your throat. "Yeah… ‘m good. Came really hard.”

Johnny chuckled from behind you, before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Certainly looked like it, baby.”

You smiled, eyes drooping already at the tiredness you were beginning to feel.  

You settled down between the two of them, ignoring the smell of sweat emanating from the three of you all together. Yes, you loved being like this, sandwiched between your two favorite people, but you couldn’t deny that the body heat radiating from everyone, plus slight tackiness of sweaty skin against more sweaty skin made you want to cringe. And as much as you loved the idea of Jaehyun’s cum staying inside of you, it was slowly beginning to trickle down your thigh, further contributing to your growing discomfort.

“I need to shower,” You finally mumbled, rubbing your eyes sleepily, before pouting. Looking around the motel room, you noted that it was dingy enough, you didn’t want to imagine the bathroom. “How bad is the bathroom?”

Jaehyun groaned, hand coming to rub at his forehead in disdain.

“Oh, it’s fuckin’ nasty.”

“...Shit.”

[bumbleberrysky]

alexa, play candyshop (bass boosted) | 01

pairing: gabriel x reader genre: soulmate au, canon divergent around s13, hurt/comfort, humour, future smut (probs) wc: 3.2k rating: sfw warnings: none except the appearance of battered gabriel fresh out of asmodeus’ hold notes: welcome to my first dive into writing for supernatural! i saw someone say that s13 lit a fire under their ass like nothing else and honestly i don’t think i could have described it better. i binged so much while catching up the past few weeks idk who i am anymore

You knew there was a reason some divine power brought you to the Winchesters all those years ago, but to this day you still have no idea what that reason is. It's something you're destined to find out soon though, especially when you return to the bunker after months away and find not only a new face, but one that belongs to someone who up until that point you'd thought was dead. What does his return have to do with the changes you're suddenly experiencing in yourself? Will you finally find out the reason you'd been brought here in the first place? Maybe...

Chuck works in mysterious ways after all.

next.

“Honeys, I’m home!”

The bunker has the same light aroma of musty air and metal as you let yourself in through the heavy front door, feet carrying you, out of habit more than anything, to the steel landing that marks the entrance to the fortress. It’s been so long since you were last here that the two men you used to hunt with regularly have likely forgotten they gave you a spare key. Well, they hadn’t exactly given it to you so much as you’d made a copy on the down-low and kept it for occasions such as this.

One hand keeps pressure on your arm, an attempt to stem the bleeding, and the other carries your single carry-on bag. You make it about halfway down the stairs before your gaze swings out over the foyer and you freeze, mid-step.

Sam and Dean, the two figures you expected to find here, are standing stock-still with their guns half-poised (not directed at you) and expressions on their faces that are a combination of shocked, pissed, and extremely confused (mostly directed at you). Following the line of their weapons leads you to the other two occupants in the room, most definitely unexpected and completely unfamiliar.

One is in rags, cowering, and whimpering, unrecognisable underneath filthy tangled hair that covers his face, and the other is in a prim suit marred only by blood and a bit of dirt, barely a single strand of dark hair atop his head out of place.

“Twinkletoes? What the hell are you doing here?!”

It’s Dean’s stupid, old nickname for you that breaks you out of your shock, a glare already falling onto your face with the practised ease of muscle memory.  

“I’ll answer that when you tell me what the hell I just walked in on—” You come the rest of the way down the stairs, slower and more cautious now, with your gaze trained on the two at the other end of the table. It’s when the man in rags finally looks up from where he had been cowering and you catch a glimpse of his face, bloody and bruised but instantly familiar, that your words swell and catch in your throat.

“… Gabriel?”

The brothers in front of you heave a great, unanimous sigh, a look passed between them telling you that you’re about to be on the receiving end of a very ludicrous and typical Winchester story.

x     x     x

The first time you met Gabriel was not long after you’d gone through the biggest plot twist of your entire life. You’d gone to sleep in your bed, in your home, and woken up in a completely different part of the world, like some magician had snapped their fingers and you’d been the punchline of their very next trick. Much to your regret and distaste, some minor investigation revealed that where you’d woken up in the backseat of a car on the side of the road was in some state in the US. You’d sworn to yourself that you would never step foot here in your entire life and then, like God or whoever reigned above was laughing straight in your face, you’d just up and woken up in some random car in a place that made you long to be literally anywhere else.

Preferably somewhere where the occupants didn’t have such easy access to guns.

…like the two men who screamed and pointed theirs at you when you popped up from their backseat after they climbed into the cabin, fast food in their arms.

That was the first time you’d met the infamous hunting brothers, the Winchesters, and the first time of many you’d nearly died in their company.  

It had taken a while for them to trust you, but after you inviting yourself onto a few of their cases and saving their asses a handful of times (ignoring the amount of times they saved yours because you forgot that almost every American slept with a gun beneath their pillow) they’d eventually taken you under their proverbial wing. It helped that you had literally nowhere else to go and nothing but the clothes on your back and a bare handful of belongings to your name. Once they figured out you weren’t hiding anything up your sleeve and that you’re just naturally annoying and a little dumb, they’d happily invited you to become an official-unofficial part of their little hunting gang. This means you’re also familiar with the hilarious angel they have in their back pocket. Castiel is a riot and one of the things you miss most when you go off to hunt on your own.

Having been around during the whole ordeal of Lucifer and Michael going through the motions of continuing their family spat on an apocalyptic scale, you too grew to be familiar with their youngest brother, the archangel Gabriel. Of course, while you’d been there for a fair amount of the angel-turned-trickster’s shenanigans, you weren’t there for the final appearance he made at a hotel in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. In complete juxtaposition to the fact that you could count on one hand the amount of times you’d interacted properly with Gabriel, the sensations you experienced at the news of his sacrifice, his death, were unlike anything you’d ever felt before. You like to consider yourself much more emotionally healthy and with an emotional range far larger than that of a teaspoon and the Winchesters’, but that… that news was something that it had taken you months to recover from fully.

And even then, apparently your recovery wasn’t as complete as you’d thought, because hearing what the boys have told you now has made your eyes burn and your stomach turn into a nest of manic bees, your insides lined with flowers and pollen. You think, for a moment, that you just might be sick.

You’re sitting in the library, Gabriel having been taken to a room of his own by one Winchester while the other fills you in before they’re both reunited before you, and you’re in the kind of mood where you sort of want to just sit there and dissociate for a few hours, truthfully. You can tell you’re not going to get that opportunity though, so in the wake of the bombshell they’d just dropped on you about all you’d missed in the past few months—that they had apparently forgotten to tell you over the phone when you checked in occasionally— you do the next best thing you can think of for the moment.

Put it on the backburner, baby.

You massage your temple with your fingers as you lean your head into your hand, a sigh escaping through your nose. “See, this is why it feels like I have been brought on as a babysitter—I leave for a few months and you old men manage to dig up another almost-apocalypse and find and raise Lucifer’s kid?”

“Alright, first of all,” Dean whips out a finger to point at you, filling you with glee. You’ve barely been back a few hours and already you’re stepping back into your favourite “stir-the absolute-shit-out-of-Dean” pants. As always, he is almost pitifully quick to rise to the bait. “Old? Who are you calling old? Alright so maybe we have a few years on you but that’s just because you’re a toddler and w—”

“Dean,” Sam places a placating hand on his brother’s shoulder, a look that seems to be a mixture of amusement and exasperation crossing his features. “You’re making it too easy for her.”

The older Winchester pauses, turning to pin you with an accusing look. You smile, not even attempting to appear innocent. After staring at you for several long moments, Dean makes the ‘eyes-on-you’ gesture with his fingers before turning away, rolling the tension from his shoulders as he takes a seat across from you.

“You were gone for almost a year this time, did you have any luck, well, leaving?” Sam brings your attention back to him, the question dragging out a sigh that feels like it’s been dredged from the very depths of your being.

“No,” you answer, sounding somewhat petulant even to your own ears. “Why is it so hard to leave this god-forsaken country! I hate it here. I’m sick of trying to make a run for it and being zapped back into a swamp, or—or a pool at the top of a penthouse suite in the middle of some random city! It sucks balls.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Dean waves his hand, enjoying the dirty look you give him. “So you still haven’t found whatever purpose you’re meant to fulfil while here?”

You huff, shaking your head. “No. It’s been years and I still have no idea why I woke up here that day. Or why I can’t leave.”

Over the time you’ve spent with the Winchesters, a few things became apparent to the three of you about your stay here. One, it was indefinite. You’d discovered quickly that you are, quite literally, unable to leave. Every time you get close to escaping this country you black out and wake up back inside. Sometimes in a helpful place, sometimes…. Not.

Two, the three of you had thrown around and entertained the idea that maybe you’d been brought here for a reason, that like them maybe you’d been divinely allocated a role to play. But you’ve been through a lot with the Winchesters, whether in person or by association, and still…

You’re no closer to being able to leave and return from whence you came.

You have no idea why you’re here!

This is something that has really contributed to your temporary career as a hunter here. That isn’t to say that this profession isn’t something you were involved in before you came here, but you’ve really… you really dove into it, whether as a distraction or as an ongoing investigation as to what on earth was going to set you free of your tie to this place. A part of you thinks that each case you take on, each person or family you save and creature you slay might be the one reason that brought you here, and the one task that with its completion will grant you freedom. You’ve never been a fan of being caged; just because this one spans a grand total of 9.834 million square kilometres doesn’t make it any less of one.

This most recent expedition that led you to part from the Winchesters for such a long time was another of your failed attempts to leave. You think you’ve tried escaping at every possible point along the coastline and border by now, with a definite lack of success.

“Well, if it really is some divine intervention keeping you here, then it’s better if you just sit back and settle down, twinkletoes.” Dean huffs a laugh, leaning back in his chair with an accompanying creak from the wood. “Those divine types have proven to be… kind of assholes.”

You frown, but he isn’t saying anything you haven’t already thought. It’s part of why you’d settled so easily into hunting here, actually. ‘When in Rome…’, as they say. You’re familiar with the hunting grind and there is comfort in familiarity.

“Are you going to stay a while?” Sam asks, opening the first-aid box he’d first brought over when you’d settled down. Ah, right—you’d almost forgotten about the injury on your arm, despite the fact that you are still pressing a palm to it. You listen as he speaks, almost swearing you can detect a hint of hopefulness in his voice. “You still have a room here for you, of course. We haven’t touched anything inside.”

“Yeah, mostly because we didn’t wanna deal with the mess and the booby-trapped doors—” Dean’s under-the-breath mutter is cut off by your coo, a wide smile pulling your lips.

“Oh, you two missed me, didn’t you?” Instantly, you are successful in ruffling Dean’s feathers— Sam might take a bit more work, though. “I know I really light this dark, dingy place up but I didn’t know it was that bad without me! Ah, perhaps I will stay a while. You know, out of charity.”

“Sammy,” Dean says, beseeching. “It’s not too late—you hold her back and I’ll find her key. It’s not too cold, she’ll be alright outside.”

An appalled and affronted look slips onto your face and Sam has to clear his throat so that he doesn’t laugh and add to his brother’s torment.

“I’m not a misbehaving puppy,” you say, holding your arm out for Sam as he comes over and finally freeing your bloody hand. “Wait, unless you want me to be. Been broadening your horizons beyond animated tentacle porn have you, Deanie-bo-beenie?”

On cue, Dean’s face flushes light red, whether from anger or a brief spritz of embarrassment, only God knows. You can see Sam’s face grow tense from the effort of holding back noise in your peripheral as he tends to your arm.

“You know what? I’m better than this. I’m gonna let it go.” Dean rises from his chair, making a show of dusting off your metaphorical drama. His light eyes flick to you, squinting. “I’m tired; I have a date with my memory foam pillow and nice, warm, feather duvet and a good night’s rest, so goodnight. I hope your bed has bed bugs, twinkletoes, and I hope they bite.”

“I hope you sleep well too, Dean!” you call after him, deciding you’ll have to give him a break from the bullying tomorrow  or else he’ll explode before you can have much fun. “Do you want me to come tuck you in?”

“No! Goodnight!”

His yell and disappearance down the hall is followed a few moments later by the familiar sound of a door slamming shut,

“That’s not very fair of you,” Sam announces, sounding strained and very much like he’s trying not to laugh lest Dean has an ear pressed to his door. “He’s too tired to fight back right now.”

“I know,” you answer, wincing as he wipes down the laceration on your bicep and cleans the blood away with an alcohol wipe. It burns, but it’s definitely not the most painful thing you have ever experienced. “I hadn’t seen you guys in so long, though. I couldn’t help myself.”

Sam simply snorts, reaching for the needle and thread to being stitching the skin back together, and you breathe harshly through your nose as you reach for another topic to distract yourself.

“Are the two—sorry, the three of you actually dads now? To… to Lucifer’s half-angel kid? I thought angels getting frisky with humans was, uh… illegal up in heaven.”

You feel rather than see Sam roll his eyes, your own pointedly directed away from your arm where he has begun to get to work. “It’s Lucifer, y/n, I don’t think he cares about what’s illegal up in heaven.”

You purse your lips—he makes a fair point. Honestly, you feel a little silly for questioning it. “Right, and he’s… trapped in some other dimension? An alternate world where the apocalypse really happened.”

“Yep,” Sam says, hitting a particularly painful spot with his needle. You hiss, giving him a glare.

“I wasn’t even gone a year! Just hearing all this shit is stressing me out so much, dude.” You sigh, attempting to adjust your position in the wooden chair without jostling your arm too much. Thankfully, practice has made Sam quick at his job and already he is almost done piecing you back together. He finishes up with a knot, snipping the thread and then placing a large bandage carefully over the wound. He dusts his hands once done, standing from where he was leaning against the table and proceeding to loom over you like a T-Rex.

“You’re blocking my light, bro,” you inform him, narrowly avoiding a subsequent good-natured smack to your good arm. “Damn, what the hell! Didn’t you take an oath or some shit? I’m your patient!”

“I was studying law, not medicine,” Sam retorts dryly. He turns to leave and put the first aid supplies away, his back facing you but not before you see how his lips twitch. “So your annoying ass is free game.”

“Maybe so,” you acquiesce, rising from your seat with a light grunt as you jostle your arm. You consider asking Sam where Castiel is, to see if you can get a hit of the good stuff and skip the healing process, but think better of it. You always feel a bit bad asking him to heal you, though you barely ever have to since he’s like a rabid mother hen the second he sees blood on any of you. “God, I’m beat. I didn’t think I could get any more tired than I was before, but as always catching up with you two has aged me a few years and now I’m just about as tired as you two are all the time.”

Sam doesn’t rise to the ‘old man’ bait you dangle in front of him—never really does, if you’re being honest; that’s mostly Dean’s vice— but he does offer you a smile that is unexpectedly sincere and fond.

“Go to bed, toddler,” he retorts, before continuing in a softer tone, “… It’s good to see you again, y/n. I’m glad you’re here. Dean and Mom are going out on a hunt in the next few days and I think you can really help with, uh… the whole Gabriel thing.”

For a moment, you don’t say anything. You’d sort of been trying to avoid thinking about the elephant in your mind, for the very same reason that makes your eyes burn once more. It hurts, a lot, thinking and imagining what he must have gone through at the hands of Asmodeus. It feels like your heart is going to tear itself to pieces in your chest from the sheer extent of your empathy and how terrible you feel for him. The Gabriel you saw cowering before you earlier is nothing like the confident feathery asshole you used to know.

Even having only seen him once, it’s enough to make you fearful of the possibility that… he might be too far gone to ever return to that last echo of his previous self.

“I’m not sure what I’ll even be able to do to help,” you respond, approaching the doorway to the hall with your bag in tow. You pause to finish what you’re saying, meeting Sam’s puppy-like gaze from across the room. “But I’ll try. It hurts to see him like that, so… I’ll stay a while, to do whatever I can.”

Sam’s answering thankful smile and nod is all you can ask for in response as you turn and head further into the bunker, dragging your bags back to the room you’d come to call your own over the years. Your gaze strays on the way to one of the doors that has a little note taped on saying, ‘please do not open suddenly or loudly’, undoubtedly the room that they have allocated to Gabriel for the time being. Heart heavy in your chest, you continue on down the hall and tear your gaze away.

You’re not sure how much you can do for him, but you hope you can do something.

next 

[angelicmark]

STARS & DESTRUCTION (m)

pairing: eros!mark x bia!reader

genre: angst, smut, gods/goddesses, fluff

warnings: hand job over clothes, dirty talking. penetration. unprotected sex. riding lmao. he cums inside you btw.

eros is a god of sex, so there is explicit descriptions. bia is cruel in her own way and her thoughts are quite aggressive.

summary: so cold, so heartless; mark is unable to understand why he wants you as bad as he does. especially when you continue to torture him, letting him know just how much you hate him.

BIA: goddess of force, power, anger.

EROS: god of love, lust, sex.

you enjoyed this. you enjoyed the pain and the feeling you got seeing your opponent suffer in some way. it was exhilarating, knowing you had such power over the person in front of you who dared to cross you. it was such an amazing feeling.

your face was unreadable, “hello, angel.” your fingers danced across his skin, watching as he shivered in disgust. it made you snort, “you’re here, because?”

you waited patiently for his answer as he caught his breath, “i- i was sent to come get you, via orders from lucas.”

your brows furrow, making you scoff, “my brother, huh?”

the man in front of you only nodded his head, gulping. you just nodded, shoving him away from you and making your way to town. you could care less about anyone that wasn’t family in some way. you had no respect for anyone other than your brother at this point.

“you couldn’t have come yourself? you wanted me to scare the poor boy?” your eyes came across lucas, and he grinned in your direction.

lucas, aka kratos; god of strength. he sure was your brother alright.

“thought i was sending a present your way,” he shrugged his shoulders, making you chuckle a bit.

“what did you need?” you questioned, why in the hell he even sent the messenger.

lucas cleared his throat, “i need you.”

you raised a brow, “for once, you need your little sister?” you smirk, watching as he scoffed at your reply. lucas was always more kind hearted than you, so you were confused why he needed someone as cruel as you to do anything.

“you’re more heartless than me,” he pauses, putting papers away, “and a woman.” you were intrigued now, watching him carefully, “i want you to get mark.”

you almost choked on your spit, looking at him with huge eyes, “the fuck?” you glared at him. mark was eros, the god of love and lust. you were disgusted by the mere thought of even being near him. you had no interest in communicating with him.

“i need his union, Y/N,” he sighs, “this company isn’t going to go anywhere without him-”

you scoffed, “what? you need his good looks or something?”

“and kind heart,” he narrowed his eyes in your direction. you just smiled.

lucas was running a company for the gods and goddesses, trying to create a strong union of respect in case war was ever to break out. but it seemed lucas was struggling, because even though he was more gentle than you, he was still a god of strength, and he was still related to you.

you roll your eyes, “whatever.”

lucas makes a sound of victory as you walk out, “thank-”

“but i’m doing it my own way,” you smirk.

lucas’ blood runs cold.

as you stared at mark, you realized just how beautiful he truly was. he was almost ethereal, you were starting to wonder just how often he used that against people. but then he laughed, and you swore you just heard your favorite melody come right out his mouth.

you snort, of course. he was the god of love, someone you could never be in a million years.

you approach him, and he feels your strong energy. he makes eye contact, and you smirk. you could see the way he was looking at you; he was still the god of lust, after all, and you were still a female.

“mark,” you whisper as you reach him, and he looks at you with dark eyes, practically devouring you with his own two eyes. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention.

“yes, my love?” his voice was deep, but so soft. it was nothing you’ve heard before, and it almost made you sick to your stomach. you could feel anger bubbling up in your stomach, making your eyes a darker shade that could be mistaken as anything, especially in front of a god of lust. you see his lips twitch upwards.

you snarl in his direction, catching him off guard, “i’m not here to fuck you, mark.” your arms are crossed, and you could see the small tint of pink on his cheeks.

even if he was a god of such explicit things, he was so fucking shy. he had such energy of a boy sometimes, it would fool you that he was still a year older than you. you may be a minor goddess, but standing in front of him, you realized you could take him on any day. one look and you’re sure his dick would twitch.

“such a fucking baby boy, aren’t you?” you press a finger under his chin, making him look up at you. this was too damn easy. he lets out a soft sigh, close to a whine but no noise came out. it made you happy with his reactions.

he closes his eyes, “w- what did you want?” he steps out of your reach.

you didn’t like the thought of him stepping away from you, making you even more angry. you growled, “i didn’t say step away from me.” you tilted your head, “you just love pushing my buttons, don’t you?” you emphasize the word ‘love’, knowing damn well his position.

he adverted his gaze from you, “what do you want?” he mumbles.

you huff, letting it slide, knowing you’ll have all the time in the world to mess with him later, “i need you.” you repeat the words lucas had said to you, and you could see he was intrigued by the way his head whipped in your direction. you grinned.

“how so?” he was easing into the conversation.

you step closer, “if you don’t come with me, i’ll force you with me.” you voice was barely above a whisper as you and mark were face to face, his eyes unable to stop looking into your own dangerous eyes. “trust me when i say i have no problem with it.”

“is it lucas?” he questions, glancing down at your lips.

you lick your lips for him, “yeah.”

he squirms, wondering how you could be so tempting, even though you weren’t a goddess of temptation by any means. you were almost the opposite, chasing away every single person who even looked your way. it caught him by surprise by how badly he wanted you at this point.

as you stared at him, you wondered how many people he had been with his whole entire life. he was so elegant, so soft. it made you shiver in disgust by how gentle he was, because compared to you he was softer than velvet, and you were tougher than a rock.

you step back when you see him starting to lean forward, “you don’t seem to get my message,” you spit at him in disgust, “never in a million years would i ever want to be around someone as weak as you. i’m just simply here to bring you with me to lucas. i have no interest in you.”

he gulped, your words seemed to hurt. and you were so twisted, so hot and cold. he knew you enjoyed his pain, he knew just how cruel you were and just how much anger you held in your body. how could he be so fooled?

you were so raw, so unapologetic for your actions. sometimes he envied you and your ways, but he wondered if you ever even felt love. could you even feel an ounce of love? probably not, he thinks.

he just nods his head after a moment, and you smile at him in victory. you won this fight of power, and he knew just how much of an ego boost that was for you. but he could care less at this point. you were so intriguing, and he felt almost determined to know what went on in that mysterious mind of yours.

“good choice,” you grab his hand, leading him into your escort car.

as you both sit in the back, you could feel his eyes studying your every move. he was being very bold, and he knew he was. but he couldn’t help himself. you were something he so badly wanted to touch, but couldn’t. for once, mark was defenseless against a woman. he feared you, even.

the moment you reach lucas, his eyes turn wide as he sees mark standing right beside you. you knew lucas had his doubts, way too many of them in fact, but as he sees mark’s big bright eyes greeting him, he can only smile in delight.

“hello, mark. it’s a pleasure meeting you, finally after countless conversations on the phone,” lucas greets, holding his hand out with warmth.

mark shook his hand, wondering how in the hell he was even slightly related to you. “pleasure is all mine,” mark smiles back.

you scoff, not saying anything as you watch the two males converse. lucas can only talk minor details about where he stands right now, and mark nods his head politely.

“well,” mark clears his throat, glancing at you for a brief moment, “the least i can do is stick around.” mark smiles brightly, “considering your situation, i’ll accept.”

lucas celebrates, throwing his long arms around mark with a loud gasp of happiness. you could tell lucas was pleased as he mouthed a soft ‘thank you’ in your direction while hugging mark tightly. you just rolled your eyes, but you still had a smile on your face. yes, you were a goddess of anger, but seeing your goofy brother happy still brought you some kind of joy. you weren’t undead or completely inhumane.

“you won’t regret this, i promise.” lucas gleams as he pulls back.

mark chuckles, shaking his head softly, “can’t think i will.”

mark looks at you, eyes meeting yours. yeah, he definitely won’t regret this.

everywhere you went, mark just somehow seemed to be there. you were getting aggravated and annoyed on all kinds of different levels. the black haired boy looked at you with innocent doe eyes, and you were on the verge of screaming at him. he was having the time of his fucking life.

“i don’t know what the hell your problem is,” you rush up to mark, making the annoying boy nervous by your strong energy, “but i’m getting sick of it. everywhere i go, you’re there. it’s like you can sense wherever i am and you have to fucking follow me. jesus fuck, it’s annoying.” you sigh out, “you really need to find someone else to fuck, because i’m not going to.”

he coughs, choking on his spit, eyes wide. “w- what? holy shit, i never-”

you step close to him, your face not even a centimeter apart, “you don’t want to fuck me?”

you were so cruel. you knew he wanted to, so bad. you could practically smell his arousal a mile away. and, worst part is, he know that. he knows that you know how bad he wants you. it was embarrassing, that the god eros was craving someone so cruel, so intentionally cruel.

he only gulps, staring directly into your eyes. your eyes grew dark, and you loved the nervous look on his innocent face. he couldn’t be as innocent as he made himself out to be, there’s no way. he was the god of lust, sex, and love. there were so many more people before you, and apart of you felt sick at the idea of other people touching him that weren’t you. you were angry.

you scoffed, “you can get anyone you want. you’re a god of sex, for fuck sake. i’m nowhere near in your league.”

“what if i only wanted you?” he questioned, his head tilting as he moved even closer. you could feel his breath on your lips.

you raise a brow, “you sure love challenges, don’t you?”

he nods, eager for more of your responses, “for you? of course.” he was whispering his answers, wanting so badly to close the space between the two of you.

you back away, though, depriving him further of your touch. he only wished you would let him pleasure you, let him touch you just once. or have you touch him, how he so badly needed you, wanted you.

“you’re so easy,” you wave him off, walking away from him in a harsh manner. you were so powerful against him, he was intimidated, and yet he needed you more than anyone else. who else made him feel this way? no one. the answer was no one.

“Y/N,” he was breathless, reaching out to grab your arm.

you stopped in your tracks, feeling your whole entire body run cold at the mere touch. no one ever truly dared to touch you first, and you were starting to get pissed. you could feel your body boiling, your face heating up in anger. you yank your hand back, rushing towards him in anger. he backed against the wall, eyes wider than he’d ever had.

“you don’t fucking touch me.” you seethed, “i don’t want your filthy, dirty hands on my body, ever. you’re a disgusting excuse of a god, a fucking whore, a slut. you want my touch that fucking bad, huh?” your hand reaches down to touch his bulge in his pants, and he whimpers at the strong force.

you rub him, watching as he crumbles beneath you, “you’re so pathetic, rutting against my hand like some school boy getting touched for the first time. i thought you were the god of sex? where’s your big boy image now, baby?”

your hand squeezed tighter around him through his pants, and he yelped, his eyes fluttering close, “s-shit, fuck, Y/N..” he was out of breath, unable to keep in his noises. it all felt too much. this was the first time he ever truly felt like he was getting an out of body experience, already so close. “i- i’m gonna fucking cum, gonna cum, gonna.. cum.” he groans.

you smile, but it was a devilish smile, “already? you’re going to stain your jeans, angel. cumming all in them, begging for my touch. you gonna cum for me? me only, right?” you felt possessive of him, your hand quickening up its pace as your hand sneaks beneath his jeans and onto his boxers instead.

his breathing was uneven, his panting and moans louder than ever, “p- please, yes, only you. cum only for you.” his words barely made sense as they rolled off his sweet tongue.

“good boy,” you whisper in his ear, kissing it sweetly. you leaned back, watching as his brows furrow, his jaw tightening.

he could feel his release, coming so soon. “fuck,” he let’s out a long groan as your thumb rubs fast circles against his tip, watching as he crumbles into ecstasy. “fuck, fuck, fuck-”

he cums, his boxers not being able to hold all of it as some of it falls onto your hand. you hum, watching as he cums for you, making you feel so prideful at the sight of the older boy falling apart. he looks so spent, his hips softly rolling and riding out his high until he comes to a complete stop. his eyes are still closed, tears sweetly rolling down his cheeks.

he’s fucking spent.

you pull your hand away, looking at the cum covered fingers, “look, baby.” he opens his eyes slowly, still very hooded. “you made such a mess,” you chuckle, but quickly licking your fingers clean. he groans, feeling his knees buckle in his spot against the wall.

“don’t touch me ever again,” were your final words as you walked out, leaving him breathless, panting, and wanting more.

as days pass, mark’s eyes were still unable to stay off you. but, this time, you couldn’t blame him. you basically gave him the best hand job he was ever given, and now you’re telling him he can’t touch you? even you were starting to think you were cruel.

but you loved the desperate look in his eyes when he looked at you, practically begging you to let him have you. it made you so prideful, more than usual. and that was such a dangerous thing, in your eyes.

lucas has been keeping mark busy these past few days, torturing him even further as he was unable to constantly see you, and when he did see you it was very brief in a hallway. but his eyes would bore through your skin, making sure you knew he was there, making you feel his gaze.

“can you please quit the teasing already?” you hear a rough, hoarse voice. he sounded weak, desperate.

you turn around from where you were standing in your room, making you smile sweetly, “i’m not your problem solver now. i jacked you off, that should be enough for you. you’re lucky. don’t be so greedy.” you narrowed your eyes, enjoying the way he squirmed under your gaze.

he gulped, “what if i am greedy? what if i can’t get enough of you?”

you tick your tongue, shaking your head as you step close to him, “you’re such a needy boy, and yet you’re older than me. can you believe that?”

you were shorter than him, which made this whole situation more embarrassing for him. you tilted his head towards you, watching as his cheeks flush pink, his eyes turning glossy. you were so tempted to ruin him, watch him fall apart under your touch, and only yours.

“you’re mine, aren’t you?” you whisper, your lips just barely touching his.

he nods, fluttering his eyes close, “yes. all yours.”

just a few weeks ago, you have never imagined yourself in this position, standing so close to mark and almost kissing him on several different occasions. you despised him, but as the days passed by, you couldn’t help but grow somewhat protective over him. if mark wanted you, he had to sell his soul to you. he had to make sure he was to never look at anyone else but you for the rest of his life. he was yours. only yours to play with.

“good boy.”

you press your lips against his, and it’s way too soft for his liking. he wants you as close to him as possible, he wants to feel you. his hands stay by his side, although, unsure about touching you considering last time you told him to never touch you.

you noticed, pulling away from the slow kiss, “if you want to touch me, you can never touch another after me.” your words were so soft, but held so much power.

he shivers in the palm of your hand as you cup his cheek, “i promise, fuck, i promise.”

you lean back, watching as he looks at you with big doe eyes. he was such a sight to see, so pretty, you thought. you run your fingers through his hair, leaning back in to see the way his eyelashes flutter shut again. your lips are back on his again, but so much more rough. and he likes the feeling of having you so close.

your lips work against each other, moving so smoothly. he could feel his chest tightening more and more the longer the two of you kissed. he could feel his soul start leaving his body the more you tugged on his hair. finally gaining courage, he cautiously raises his hands to your hips, pulling your body flush against his.

your brain works on highwire, wondering just how many people he’s had like this before you. you growl in his mouth, anger and possession taking over your body. he pulls back for a breath, and your kisses trail to his jaw and neck, leaving love bites and making sure the world knew he was now claimed. he’s yours.

“such a pretty boy,” you whisper in his ear when he lets out a moan, enjoying the way your lips feel on him, “all for me.”

“only you,” he whispers back, the grip on your hips getting stronger.

you chuckle, leaning back to admire what you’d done. then your face falls, and he starts to worry. you could see the panic in his eyes as you move towards him, backing him up until he reaches the edge of your bed.

“Y/N,” he breathes, his voice already sounding fucked out.

“you’re mine,” you claim, pushing him down so he’s sitting on the bed. you crawl into his lap, his hands instinctively coming to rest on your ass. “no one else can have you. you were made for me, and me alone.”

you roll your hips against him, feeling his hard bulge against your clothed core. he whimpers, his hands getting tighter on you. you were truly going to be the ruin of him, he thought.

you lean up over his lap, making him eagerly try to place you back down on him, “please, don’t leave me like this, don’t-”

“i wasn’t planning on it baby,” you run your fingers through his hair again, seeing his glossy eyes staring up at you was such a powerful feeling. you were suddenly so soft with him, and he whined under you, allowing himself to fall under your power.

your hands go down to his pants, watching his reactions very closely. untying his sweatpants, you drag them down, seeing as he wasn’t wearing any underwear this time. you smirk, raising an eyebrow up at him. he looks at you with shy eyes, occasionally looking around the room as if that was more interesting than you at the moment.

“so dirty,” you hush, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. “do you want me? want to fill me up with your dick and your cum? want to feel my tight walls wrapped around your dick?”

your words were so sinful, he could feel his dick twitching in the air. you chuckled again, looking down at his cock, “looks like he does.”

he nods, “please, please let me feel you. want to fuck you so bad, feel you on top of me, feel your hot heat..”

you couldn’t deny his words did something to you as you try to rub your legs together. he was so good for you, you couldn’t possibly say no now.

you get up from your spot before reaching your arms behind you and unzipping your dress smoothly. he licks his lips as he watches it fall from your body, seeing you completely naked already. you were so fucking beautiful, so soft to the touch.

“do you think you deserve it?” you tilt your head to the side in question, his eyes immediately silently begging you.

he quickly nods, “yes, please, i’ve been so good.”

you move back over his lap, your warm wet heat hovering over his dick, making him whine out a soft please again. his hands were on your hips again when you kiss him again, your tongue capturing his. you had him right where you want him, and you weren’t risking on wasting any second of this.

you rub your folds over his cock, and he lets out a low moan, unashamed of his noises. he was so noisy, a lot more than you thought. he felt so rigid and hot under you, his veins looking like they were about to pop any minute. you grinned that evil grin of yours, and he took it like a good boy. he would take whatever you gave to him.

“do you want me to ride you, baby?” you ask sweetly, adoring the way his eyes gleam under the soft light of the moon.

“please,” he nods, burying his face into your neck as you roll your hips again.

you’re silent, lifting your hips up and grabbing his cock to align him to your entrance. when the tip of his dick rubs against your walls, he whines again. you decided to end his torture, slamming your hips down against his forcefully.

“oh, fuck!” he yells out, his hands gripping your ass so tightly, you’re thinking it might leave marks. not that you mind. “so tight, you’re so tight, so warm, so wet. fuck..” he hums, biting down softly onto your shoulder.

he felt so good, filling you up so nicely. you let out a moan of your own, feeling him so close felt so good, and you felt so damn full. “so good, so full.” you let out, biting on his ear as you start to move your hips.

“fuck,” he curses, “please, keep moving, you feel so fucking good.”

and you do, raising your hips and falling back down with force. he felt like he was on cloud nine, feeling like he could do this for the rest of his life. you ride him, your walls clenching so tightly around his girth, he could easily feel himself cumming already.

“m- might cum, so close.. wanna cum in you,” he mumbles, his fingernails digging into your skin.

your own nails dig into his back as you pick up speed, “want your cum in me so bad, mark. want to feel you fill me up and watch as it drips out of my pussy. come on, baby, you can cum for me, right? you can fill me up to the brim, won’t you?”

he shudders under you, your words having such an effect on him he can feel his climax so soon, “fuck fuck fuck, gonna fucking cum, you’re gonna make me cum.”

you moan at his words, feeling your walls clench around him as well, feeling your own orgasm starting to ripple through your body, “fuck, mark. you’re gonna make me cum too, gonna make me cum all over your cock.”

that sends him tumbling over the edge, moans and groans escaping his lips very loudly as he doesn’t even try to cover them up. feeling him fill you up with his warm cum causes you to burst over, falling into his chest and breathing heavily as you whine out his name. he holds you against him, feeling your walls pulsating against his dick so deliciously as you ride out your highs.

once you’re both done, you sit there for a moment, your breathing settling down. you tug on his hair one last time before leaning back and giving him a soft kiss, praising him for how good he was.

still inside you, he looks up at you with puppy eyes, “am i really yours?”

you laugh a little, kissing his forehead, “all mine.”

you would never let him touch another person that wasn’t you. he was forever yours, and he had no problem being yours. just as much as he was yours, you were his. and you made sure everyone knew that.

he leans his forehead against yours as you finally pull him out of you, both of you gasping at the sensitivity. you lay down together, legs tangled, hearts twined together. mark changed your whole entire world, just by stepping into it.

“i love you,” he whispers.

you look at him, seeing his eyes close as he waits for a response. you smile a little, watching as his breathing starts to slow. never in a million years did you ever expect to say these next words to anyone, yet alone mark. never in a million years have you felt anything besides anger. but as you lay there with him, head on his chest and feeling his soft heartbeat. your mind floods, and your heart swells. because you have found your soul, your other half, your one and only.

“i love you, too, mark.”

and you truly meant it.

a/n: i hope the ending wasn’t too boring... lmao

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty & The Beast of New York - Ch. 19

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: You love biology. The study of life excites you. But you hate people. Especially the ones that like to stick their nose in your business. Too bad the King of Brooklyn didn’t get the memo.

MASTERLIST

What Comes Around Goes Around

Peggy’s fingers curled around the porcelain teacup, delicately crafted with intricate designs, and brought it to her lips. The cool breeze of a vanishing winter sweeps through her curled auburn locks and fires goosebumps along the bare skin of her arms. Despite the cool temperature of a London morning, the sun shines freely above her, casting its rays upon her as she sits on the balcony of her penthouse. 

She takes a sip of her tea then places it back on the table beside her, eyes glued to the novel in her hand. She turns the page and her head follows. A knock comes against the glass of the balcony door making her curls bounce as she turns to see who it is. 

Dottie gives her a smile, prim and proper. Peggy replies with a roll of the eyes and returns to her book. 

Dottie only came when she had a job to give. 

“Please tell me you didn’t break my door down this time,” Peggy sighs. 

“I have a key, remember?” Dottie chuckles. She takes a seat across from her unasked. 

“You mean the one you stole from me?” Peggy mused. 

“No, the one you gave me,” Dottie retorts tiredly, discouraging Peggy from furthering her teasing. 

Peggy huffs, but doesn’t say another word. Dottie digs her hand into her bag and pulls out her phone. 

"I've found something I think you would be interested in,” she smirks, unlocking and scrolling through news. 

Peggy raises a brow at Dottie. She hands her the phone and Peggy’s lips curve up almost instantly. 

"I haven't seen this pretty face in a while,” she chuckles. 

Her eyes scan the picture. Angular cheekbones. Bright blue eyes. Golden hair. A sharp jawline. A body chiseled by the gods. 

Cameras couldn’t capture his essence. 

Her eyes flit towards the girl wrapped in his arms. "And who's this?" 

She reads the headline. 

A whore. 

"Apparently, the headlines are an exaggeration,” Dottie informs, “She's his girlfriend." 

Peggy looks up at her incredulously. "His girlfriend?" she repeats with disbelief.

"Jealous?" Dottie asks with a wicked grin, propping her chin up in her hand. 

Peggy scoffs, her eyes returning to the girl. She takes another sip of her tea. 

The taste had turned bitter.

"What is there to be jealous about?" 

Dottie shrugs. "Appearance wise she's rather plain,” she says flatly, "I was just alluding to the fact that Steve Rogers has moved on from you. You're no longer the apple of his eye.”

She speaks with emphasis to each word, slowly as if trying to rub it in her face. 

"I don't need a man to know my worth,” Peggy retorts sternly, eyes burning at Dottie. 

"But Rogers is one that you particularly enjoyed,” Dottie replies boldly, only because she knows she’s right.

Peggy’s lips waver and her gaze falls from Dottie and back onto the screen. "He was different from the others,” she murmurs softly. 

Dottie smiles triumphantly. She sits back in her seat and clasps her hands together. “The real reason I’m here is to give you a job.” 

“I had a good feeling,” she sighs, “can’t you ever come over for some tea instead?” 

“You never invite me.”

“You have a key.” 

“The boss needs your help,” Dottie states. “He needs you in New York.” 

Peggy smiles at her and then at the phone in her hand, eyes lingering at the snapshot of a sweet kiss between young lovers. 

“How convenient.” 

“For the billionth time, Steve, I’m going to be fine,” you groaned. 

“Are you sure?” he asks again and you’re ready to snap his neck. “Why not take the day off?” 

“I’ve taken two days off!” you exclaimed, “I have bills to pay!” 

Steve huffs and falls back into the driver's seat of the car. He crosses his arms like a pouty child. 

You turn in your seat so you’re facing him. “Have some faith in me?” you asked, “I mean what’s the worst that could happen?” 

Steve’s head turns to you with a knowing look making you turn away from him. 

There’s a lot that can happen now that the entirety of New York knew who you were. Every step you took, every move you made had to be taken with precaution. There’s no telling of what could be behind you or in front, of where your life was going to go from here on out. 

The future has always been uncertain, but now, it was ominous. You weren’t afraid per se. It was bound to happen someday. You just weren’t ready for it. And you had a feeling you could say that for the both of you. 

“Maybe you should just move in with me,” Steve says. 

“What?” you whip your head towards him, red tinting your cheeks. 

He shrugs, a little blush covering his own. “Then you wouldn’t have to work. You’d just have to worry about school and that’s it.” 

You smile and chuckle a little. “That’s really thoughtful of you, but I’m fine, really,” you reply, taking his free hand in yours. “Things are going to be different now, but I don’t want that to change the norm. I’d rather think of it as more of a minor inconvenience.” 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “You really are something else. Most people would start freaking out.” 

You smirk pompously. “I guess I’m not like most people.” 

He brings your hand to his lips. “No, I guess you aren’t.” 

Leaning over, you give him a kiss but part too quickly for his liking. He frowns as you pick up your bag. 

“I should go,” you open the door. 

He tugs you by the hand. “Listen, if anything happens you call me and if I don’t pick up call—”

“Call Bucky,” you recite with a sigh. “And if he won’t pick up. Call Sam. Or Nat. Or Peter,” you list on your fingers. “Honestly, I’ll be dead by then.” 

“Y/N,” he says sternly. 

“It’s a joke,” you retort. “Ever heard of one?” 

“It’s not a good one.” 

You give him a peck on the lips and take a step out. He pulls you back in. “Y/N.” 

“What is it now?” you ask, exasperated. 

Steve grins. He’s been doting on you all day so he understands your frustration. But he can’t help himself. He’s just worried that something might happen. 

His blue eyes drink you in, take in every part of your features. Relaxed brows, tired eyes, sweet lips that he was aching to meet again. 

You warm him like the sun. Make him light enough to float off into space. He believes that all those years he’s spent without you had gone to waste. All those days you could’ve brightened his day with a smile. All those nights he could have held you in his arms. 

“Well?”

“I—” Steve starts, but hesitates. Three words rested on his tongue, itching for a release. The time wasn’t right. “Have a good day.” 

"You too." You slip out of the car as quickly as you can so he couldn't pull you back. 

Steve doesn't move an inch. His head rests against the wheel, watching the way your ponytail bounces with each step. 

You give him one last wave before entering the restaurant, then motion him to leave. 

"Y/N!" May chirps from the register. "You're alive!" 

"Did you want me dead?" 

"Of course not!" she laughs. “How are you now? I saw the news. It’s just horrible,” she shakes her head.

"It was when it came out, but it'll pass," you shrug. "Sometimes I feel like it already has. It’s been really quiet ever since.”

May chuckles, "I’m guessing Steve did his job and scared them off." 

"Maybe," you chuckle, walking past her towards the kitchen to clock in. 

“Oh yeah,” May sighs. "Wanda's been out for the past two days. Her brother got into a horrible accident and she's been with him since. It's been really hard on her." 

"Oh," you whisper, feeling sympathy for her. 

“Staff is tight today so get to work!” she orders playfully. 

You stand tall and give her a salute. “Aye, aye, Captain.” 

Wanda’s strides grow wider as she draws nearer to the restaurant. Fires of fury smoldered in her brown eyes. Her face was red with suppressed rage, and when Vision called from behind, her head whipped towards him. ready to attack. 

She ignores his pleas and pulls the door to Urban Remedy violently as if to break it off its hinges. May’s head turns around at the sound. 

“Wanda?” she asked, confused. “What are you doing here?” 

Wanda ignores her question and looks around for you. She makes her way into the kitchen to find you picking up orders. 

When you see her you give her a small apologetic smile and it only pisses her off. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she hisses. Her voice echoes through the kitchen, making every living thing pause for a moment. 

“What?” Your brows knit together in confusion. 

She grabs you by the shirt with both hands. “What did my brother do to you?” she shouts, shaking you violently. “You ruined his life!” 

You push her off. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!” 

“Your fucking boyfriend!” she spat with a pointed finger. Her words spark a fire that courses through your veins. “He hurt my brother.” Wanda’s eyes gloss over but her anger remains evident in her brows. “He broke him and left him to die,” she says, voice cracking a little with every word. “I couldn’t even recognize him when I found him.” 

The fire in you runs cold. Your tightened jaw goes slack leaving your mouth parted slightly in shock. Your mind goes blank. 

Wanda breaks into tears and it breaks your heart. Vision places his hands on her shoulders from behind. 

It doesn’t make any sense to you. You didn’t know what to say or how to explain. 

What the hell were you going to explain if you didn’t even know what had happened?

You come to place your hand on her arm. “Wanda I—” 

She flinches at your touch, eyes blazing red. “Don’t touch me,” she jeers.

Your hand falls to your side and you look away in shame. Your thoughts run wild. Trying to tie the situation together and not make you fall apart at the same time. 

Why would Steve hurt him? 

Then it comes like a lightbulb. 

"Nowhere, just unfinished business." 

"I’m guessing Steve did his job and scared them away." 

Your jaw tightens and fist clenches. You look over to Wanda crying in her boyfriend's arms.

"Tell me what he did," you spoke.

"What?" She asks. 

"What did Steve do to your brother?"

The door to Steve’s office opens with a loud slam. You stomp inside with a scowl on your face. 

He furrows his brows at you, standing in front of his desk with a few papers in hand. "Y/N? You're here?" 

You slam your bag onto his desk and he winces at the sound. "Why did you do it?" 

"What are you talking about?" He shakes his head in confusion. 

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" you shout at him. "Why did you do it?" 

He places his hand on his hip and shakes the papers in his other. "Y/N, I don't know what you're talking about,” he repeats. “Is everything alright?”

"Why the hell did you take his eye?!" you blurt out. 

Steve stands back. His lips tilt down as if irritated. "How do you know that?" 

You scoff. "What? You thought I wouldn't find out?" 

He throws his papers onto his desk. "It's something you didn't need to worry about.” 

"It's about me!” you pointed to yourself with both hands. “If anyone is supposed to be worried it's supposed to be me!" your voice begins to rise. "He's Wanda's brother!" And Wanda's my friend!” 

"I don't care whose brother he is. What he did was wrong!" he says, voice beginning to rise as well. "I can't believe you're defending the guy that wrote all that bullshit about you. I was defending you." 

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. "I'm not saying what he did was right. It's the fact that you decided to take it into your own hands that I’m against." 

Steve clicks his tongue. "He deserved what he got,” he spat. 

The anger residing in your veins begins to boil.  "And who made you the judge? You're not the one that's supposed to make that decision!" you shouted at him. 

“I’m the kingpin!” he yelled. “I run things around here. Anyone who goes against me will suffer the consequences!” 

You stand back, but don’t back down. "So it wasn't really about me,” you chuckled sadly. "It was about you and your overinflated ego!" you spat.

"I never said that!" he argues with arms spread at his sides.  

"You just did!” you retorted. “It's all about how people see you. You don’t wanna ruin the perfect image you have for yourself,” you jeer. "You’re not the king of the world. You're just a filthy mobster!" 

Steve’s jaw ticks at your words. Even under his stone cold expression, your words manage to hurt him. Maybe if it was someone else he wouldn’t have cared, but hearing those words from you hurt more than it should’ve. It feels all too familiar. A lot like memories he’s buried six feet under. 

“If that’s what you think then why the hell are you still here?" he states, cold enough that it has shivers running down your spine. "Maybe you should just leave!" 

Your fuse simmered with his words. 

You never said you wanted to leave. 

Your hands balled into fists and your nostrils flared. "Maybe I should!" you barked. You yanked your bag off his desk making the papers fly off as you rushed out the door. 

Steve swallows deeply as he sees you leave. He wants to run after you but his feet feel like they’re cemented to the ground. Steve swipes a hand through his hair and lets out a deep, exhausted sigh. 

A knock comes at the door and he turns to see Bucky standing in the doorframe. Half hidden as if he was afraid. 

"Uh, is everything okay?" he asks warily. 

Steve’s shoulders drop and a frown forms on his face. "No, no it's not,” he shakes his head. 

"I've made a really big mistake." 

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[hwanuels]

n.jm: where were you?

summary: y/n does not know what the fuck is going on half of the time. 

pairing: highschool!fboi!jaemin x fem!reader

warning: a lot of cursing, drug usage reference, crackheadness, maybe a lot of grammer error. this is my first bullet-scenario au so yeah. also! this a collab with the lovely @huangsren in out nct dreamies alternate universe teehee. she has a lovely, fluffy renjun one up so go read it!

part two!

you okay let’s get this collab with @huangsren 

so at NCT High if you don't know Na Jaemin who the hell are you? like everyone knows this kid from lunch ladies to the freaking janitors 

its not a surprise since the dude is literally dead drop gorgeous and has a shit ton of social skills. like the boy deadass can swindle his way out of detention (which he did) with just a wink 

typical fboi but instead of it being a huge turn-off, girls still throw themselves on him even when he WARNS them beforehand that he isn't looking for a serious thing

still, they get attached and heartbroken when he tells them “this isn’t working out” 

his friends (aka art-hoe!renjun and student-athlete!jeno) always rolls their eyes when jaemin rolls up into the lunchroom with his arms wrapped around a new girl’s shoulder

“bet she’s not going to last two weeks”- renjun slapping down a 10$ 

“knowing him, this isn’t going to last more than a week”- jeno said but still sliding over a 10$ bill 

AND SUPRISE it doesn’t 

both renjun and jeno don’t approve of his philandering, but they stick w jaemin cause he’s still their best bud cause bros before hoes ya know what i mean?

this is especially true with jeno cause they’ve been bffl since they were like five but that doesn’t mean that jaemin is anything like jeno. 

nah man they both are the complete opposite of each other

like jeno is a quiet reserved student-athlete boi but jaemin out here acting like a little thotty 

nomin is like a package deal, no one can separate them

here where out little y/n comes in

surprisingly you’re childhood friends w nomin 

both u and jeno are neighbors and your families have been friends since before you were even conceived 

your moms’ have weekly tea times where they’d gossip about everything and anything while your dads would be watching the weekly soccer/football games drinking a cold one 

you and jeno would be playing with some legos or barbies 

jeno had a minor (major) barbie obsession which was probably induced by you

don’t tell anyone but jeno still binge-watches barbie movies;;;his favorite really be the princess charm school one 

like i said nomin is a package deal so expect jaemin to be taging along to yours and jeno’s weekly playdate

imagine you being the princess while jaemin pretended to be the prince and jeno was the dragon,,,yeah man it was so lit 

this isn’t a jeno fic btw keep in mind its still jaemin 

all of that stuff before was when the three of you were like kids

once highschool came around all three of you found ur niches: jeno was the student-athlete, jaemin was well that guy that was wanted by all the girls

and you were just a regular mundane student ya know,,,you weren’t extremely talented nor smart you just floated around 

u still hung around jeno tho but your friendship was really lowkey 

like both of y'all would wait until the other one was completely alone or do some ridiculous actions to deliver the simplest messages 

jeno would look both ways before slipping you a note in class that said “can your mom drive me home today?” and you would make sure no one was looking before nodding secretly 

or the two of you would hide behind bushes to say that y'all parents wanted to have dinner together tonight 

tbh yall could just text each other but where’s the fUN in that? 

jaemin, on the other hand, was someone you haven’t a solid conversation with since sophomore year bc of an incident 

basically, you had helped one of your friends into a relationship with jaemin that lasted for about two months,,, which was considerably a long time considering that it was jaemin.the two of them were a fat power couple 

ur friend, let’s call her ella, was probably one of the more popular girls at school. she was well-known for being the prettiest, kindest girl that everyone LOVES

anyways, things didn’t end so well bc he stood her up at hoco even though he was gonna be crowned homecoming king and her queen. 

no one knows why jaemin just ditched but he did. 

didn’t stick well with your friend tho cause she stopped talking to you as well not really giving you an explanation

and this led to everyone in your friend group to kinda put all the blame onto you 

this is also when jaemin picked up his heartbreaker reputation and began living up to that title

at first ur were hella mad and sad, but you got over it cause being outcasted and kicked out of that friend group led you to befriend the local stoner boi!haechan

honestly, you got over it but after ignoring and avoiding jaemin for a whole year it just stuck. 

yall never talked again 

here comes SENIOR YEARS BITS 

u were so done w school at this point, you had suffered and labored through junior year,,, SAT and ACT were the biggest bitches you ever faced in your lifetime and this is coming from someone who was friends with the resident shithead lee haechan 

so it’s lunchtime and you’re listening to haechan’s wild story about some shenanigan that he and his weed dealer/ older college friend mark had gotten up to the past weekend 

“so like we were just hitting a blunt this weekend in mark’s car and this cop pulls up next to us.mark rolls down the window and all of the smoke just hits the cops in the face” 

“you're a fucking idiot, haechan” 

“listen bitch, i’m not done” 

“so the cop is doing the regular illegal drugs bullshit and asked mark a question. understand at this point that mark is high as fuck so i kid you not the crackhead says quack. nothing else just quack. honestly, i still don’t know how we got out of that but we did and lee haechan is still in school.” 

you want to slap your friend with a big smh at this point 

but it so ridiculous and so haechan that you can’t say anything else 

and you don’t have too! bc someone taps ur shoulder pulling you out of your convo and boom it’s ella 

“hey, y/n” she starts out sweetly and you could feel haechan’s bitch face directed towards the girl, who seemed to just ignore the boy 

“what’s up, ella?” you were hella fucking slightly irritated and highkey suspicious bc like this was the first time that she talked to you in like two years

“this out of the blue, but you know how prom is coming up soon? we need extra hands on the planning community,” ella explained with a bright smile  “we need another person to work on making the centerpieces for each table, but we only have one person on that” 

“okay, so what does this have to do with her?” haechan’s bitchy tone soaked in each word 

ella’s smile faltered slightly at his words, but it was so subtle that only people with keen eyes could notice

“i hope that i’m not imposing anything on to you.” ella trying to reassure  “but Mr. Moon told me that you still need some community service hours for our graduation requirement so I just assumed that this would be a good opportunity for you.” 

oh shit 

you completely forgot about that and you still needed like another 10 hours to complete

“ummmm” 

“i wouldn’t ask you this but my workload is completely swamped” ella added “it would be a big help if you can help. haechan, you can help too!” 

haechan let out a loud gag that seemed to baffle her 

“oh hell no, i already got my community service hours done like freshmen year.” 

you gave haechan the most incredulous face you could make cause like this druggie who gets high every other week and vapes in the bathroom really finished his community service hours before you????how?? 

“don’t look at me like that.” haechan kicked you underneath the table “it was before i learned how to roll a blunt” 

“drugs aren’t good for you, haechan,” ella chided 

haechan made a mocking face,,you know the one he does like that one,,”not all of us can be little miss goodie-two-shoes like you” 

oKAy time to do some damage control before your shithead friend gets himself into more shit 

“i’ll do it. just text me the details.” 

“thank you so much y/n!” ella said before bouncing off 

“i hate her” haechan stated

“you hate everyone” 

CUE aFTerschool when you follow ella’s text to go to the art building where everyone was gathered 

the minute you walked in you realized that you should have just said no and done some other community service activity cause jaemin was present standing in the corner and other people who you once called your close friends that turned out to be fat snakes

now you gotta deal with them again (aww shit here we go again) 

ella is motioning you to come into the classroom which you obliged cause you figured that you possibly could survive w ur rbf on as you made your way to the other unoccupied corner

there was some whispering in the background but you ignored it cUASE like hyuk always says: “you just gotta get high and block out all the haters” 

well, he was right about the second half, not so much the first. 

“alright everyone! thank you so much for volunteering to help set up for our senior prom! we only have about three weeks so we have to get all of the decorations done as soon as possible!” ella said in a chirpy tone

a lot of people looked motived by the girl’s bubby short speech on how everyone needs to put in 100% of their effort. you zoned that out as you caught the sleeping figure at the teacher's desk 

“goddamn you mr.moon forcing me to be here” you grumbled in your head almost missing your assigned duty, 

“y/n!” your head snapped in the direction that your name was called 

you saw ella standing with jaemin and the sirens go off in your head 

FUCK THIS

you let out a loud sigh before trotting over to the two 

ella gave you a piece of paper that had the centerpieces’ picture on them along with a long list of decorations “all you guys have to do is make about 300. all the directions are on the sheet and the supplies are in the other room. it’s really simple, just have it done by next friday.” 

you nearly popped a blood vessel 

300 by next friday? today was wednesday so that meant you only had ten days to finish all 300 of them

so you and jaemin are walking to the classroom next door to get the supplies y’all needed,,, in your head, you were just cursing everything in existence for putting you into this position especially mr. moon 

“so how did she rope you into this?” you heard jaemin say from beside you as you both carried boxes out to the parking lot. 

you two came to the good conclusion to split the load so that he would do half and you would do half 

150 it’s not that bad 

15 a day

hell yeah

it was so strange and foreign talking to him since it’s been about two whole years.  

he had a nice voice tho ngl maybe that’s why he got out of that detention that one time 

“she somehow found out that i still needed to complete my community service hours before graduation” you murmured, praying that haechan remembered you telling him to wait for you after school 

he probably ditched you to get high or hang out with one girl he liked

all jaemin said was “oh” and the rest of the walk to the school’s parking lot was quiet 

the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the knife would break

“hey can i ask you a question?” jaemin asked when the two of you were about to go your separate ways 

you could see mark’s old beat-down car meaning that haechan, in fact, did ditch you but had the decency to call up mark to pick you up 

“yeah, go ahead” 

“how come you still talk to jeno, but not me?” 

i shit you not this was the quietest and deepest voice that you ever heard jaemin project 

you didn’t know how to reply so you looked down at the large box in your hand, mumbling some incoherent excuse

“can you repeat that?” 

“ i said, we don’t really have any other reasons to be friend's unlike me and jeno” 

“is that all?” jaemin asked, probably catching onto your bullshit

you were probably delusional but you could’ve sworn you heard some sadness in the tone he used

you nodded quickly trying to get to mark’s car hoping to avoid further conversation 

but boy was jaemin stubborn 

“that wasn’t a good explanation,y/n! ” jaemin called out after you. 

this time he sounded more lighthearted than before

you turn around to face jaemin who had a fatass smile on his face 

damn was he good looking smiling like that 

“give me a better reason tomorrow or else i’m taking you on a date!” his dazzling smile nearly blinding you as he made his way to his own car

inside your head little y/n is going whattheactualfuck? 

“what’s with that shook face?” mark ask as you climbed into the passenger seat 

“what the fuck?” you say 

“huh?”

you look at mark “what the ACTUAL fuck?” 

poor mark is like wtf is wrong with her,,,did haechan get her on some type of crack? 

that night while you were making the little centerpieces you were still going over what jaemin said 

you looked at the last centerpiece you finish making 

was he flirting with me? or was he serious?

he sounded sad when i said that tho? 

at the same, this was jaemin, a boy who is well-known for having flings left and right. 

he’s probably just flirting

until next day! jaemin pops up next to you as while you get your shit from your locker for your first class 

“did you come up with a good explanation yet? 

his sudden appearance startled you causing you to subconsciously let out a yelp 

“cute” he said, and you forced down the blush that was about to show 

“i thought i told you already?” causing jaemin to shake his head like a cute little puppy 

“i don’t accept it.i want a better one,” he said sounding like a spoiled toddler 

you gave him the “wtf do you mean look” and he was about to reply until you saw haechan walking through the school doors with a pair of sunglasses on which can only mean one thing

that little shit head came to school high again

you pushed passed jaemin and stormed towards haechan pulling him to some vacant hallway to lecture him

leaving jaemin standing there staring at your backs as the two of you left 

jaemin’s smile dropping significantly as he nearly glared over at the two of you leaving, specifically at the back of haechan’s head 

“dude, why do you look like you’re going to murder someone?” jeno asked as jaemin sat next to him at their lab station 

you weren’t in this chemistry class but haechan was,,,and it was his naptime

“how is y/n friends with him?” jaemin stared directly at a sleeping haechan 

jeno follows his line of sight, letting out a sigh once he notices it was haehcan

“she never really told me, but i assume it was because she stopped being friends with ella and that group” jeno said honestly. he raised an eyebrow in question at his bffl “why do you need to know” 

jaemin didn’t answer him, continuing to glaring at the sleeping male 

jeno rolled his eyes at his friend's antics 

but in a serious tone, he warns to his friend, “don’t pull your games with y/n.” 

except jaemin’s head wasn’t registering this warning,,he was solely focused on how lee fucking haechan the biggest stoner of NCT High managed to take a girl’s attention from him, na jaemin....it was simply ridiculous 

maybe he really was an attention seeker bc he made a beeline for your table during lunch instead of his regular one once he saw just how loud you were laughing at haechan’s joke 

“what’s so funny?” jaemin asked sliding into the seat next to you 

now both of you and our boy hyuk is like wtf 

immediately you’re on defense, “what are you doing here?” 

“you never gave me a good explanation!” jaemin pouted, giving you fat puppy eyes 

those aLMost worked 

“uhhhhhh” you try to find a good excuse but jaemin quickly cuts you off 

“it’s okay if you don’t have a good explanation,” jaemin reaches over and steals a fry from haechan’s tray eliciting a hissing sound from the boy “you just have to go on a date with me” 

then he winks 

and he's gone

“what in the holy fuck just happened?” 

the amount of time that y/n has said wtf is unbelievable 

haechan’s sunglasses slip down the bridge of nose and you could see his red eyes giving you a look of disappointment, “and you say i have issues” 

“stfu before i slit your throat” 

the rest of the day wasn’t any easier on you tbh. you learned that jaemin was really really stubborn and very very clingy 

the boy deadass scanned the whole hallway to find your face so he could tag along with you to your next class even though you could have sworn that his class was one the other side of the school 

he kept on bombarding you with questions on what you wanted to get after school and if you like roller skating 

by some means, you were able to hide in the library for the rest of the study hall period which meant that you could probably avoid jaemin until school ended 

you spotted a familiar boy huddled in the corner reading a book that made you squint your eyes. 

marching over to jeno, your eyes just say “explain” 

jeno looked at you with like those wide eyes he does when he’s shookth bc the two of you never interacting in school so puBlicly

“what the hell is na jaemin trying to pull?” you whispered-yelled plopping down in the wooden seat next to the athlete 

jeno is all like????wydm 

and you explain your whole situation to him and he just lets out the biggest sigh 

“he doesn’t like being left on read” 

“what do you mean?” 

“i mean, that’s what you basically did to him sophomore year. he was kinda depresso about how you just stopped talking to him out of nowhere. by the way, why did you do that?” 

tbh you really didn’t know at first you were mad at him

was it bc his actions caused all your friends to blame you for his inability to commit to a relationship,,, but it’s been two years since that incident

you got over it, so why were you still avoiding jaemin? 

“i dunno after him and ella broke up, i didn’t have a reason to talk to him.” 

jeno looked at you like “really? is that your answer?” 

“think about that question again because i’m sure that that's, not the whole answer.” 

now you’re more confused but also very mad about how both of them weren’t accepting your reason as valid! 

so as you were furiously making the stupid centerpieces that ella forced you into volunteering to do

angry y/n really got through a solid 50 of them 

you pondered on jeno’s words and you thought back to sophomore year 

you remembered still joking around lightheartedly w jaemin until he started dating ella 

he actually spent a lot of time and effort even ditching jeno sometimes for her which was okay cause jeno would chill w renjun or even you (mostly bc he could watch barbie movies w no shame) 

everything was alright until homecoming came around and jaemin flaked on ella leading them to breakup the next day 

and ella to stop talking to you which made everyone mad you or think that you were the one that caused the breakup 

WHICH YOU DIDN”T 

you were the one that hooked the two of them up too! so it was really unfair! 

it's like 2 am and you don’t know what came over to text jeno but you did 

y/n: why didn’t jaemin go to hoco sophomore year? 

you felt instant regret after sending that text bc like it probably made it seem like you were interested in jaemin,,,, which you were totally not!

seconds later jeno slaps you with the ”ask him yourself”  

fattest facepalm 

so that’s how you spent the entire night finishing all of your centerpieces that you were assigned to make cuz of your frustration

wow we love a productive y/n 

alrighty this is where shit goes down 

now that you were done with all of your centerpieces you took them to the art room the next day before school where ella was there doing her stoof 

she looked up with a giant smile when you came in with a giant box 

“you finished all of it?” 

“nah just 150. jaemins finishing the other half” you set the box down 

“oh okie,” ella nodded returning to whatever she was doing beforehand 

since it was just the two of you in the classroom and you’ve been dying to know the answer since sophomore year 

so fuck it 

“hey ella, can i ask you a question?” 

the said girl looked up with that same friendly smile that she gave everyone “of course!” 

“why didn’t jaemin show up to hoco sophomore year?” you blurted out 

in an instant, ella’s smile dropped and there was a sudden cold look in her eyes 

“you already know the answer to that, y/n, you don’t need me to answer you. now if you excuse me, i have things i have to do” ella said in a very unlike-ella-way 

her answer made you even more confused than ever bc how were you supposed to know the answer to THAT 

confused!y/n is even more confused 

however, all your questions were about to be answered, not really tho 

you’re on your way to the third period with the same burning question in your head: why the hell did jaemin not show up to sophomore year hoco??? someone help?  

tbh you didn’t even notice someone yanking you into the janitor’s closet until you were surrounded in darkness and someone's hands were clasp over your mouth 

“it’s me, jaemin” his soft whisper sent tings down your spine 

he let go of your mouth to switch on the light 

“are you fucking insane?” 

“yes, but it’s only cause i’m madly in love with you” 

you rolled your eyes “cut the bullshit, jaemin, what do you want?” 

“our date. you never gave me a solid explanation, so i want a date” 

you were about to reject him but then an idea formed in your head 

“fine” 

and with that one-word jaemin’s eyes glowed 10x brighter with his smile almost blinding you 

cheesy i know. 

“let’s go now!” 

the boy was really about to skip class just to go on this stupid date w you 

is he that bored? did he really run out of girls to date? 

but then again you really don’t want to go to math bc you’re pretty sure there's a test today that you haven’t studied for yet 

so that’s how you found yourself with jaemin at the local ice cream parlor 

jaemin INSISTED that y'all share a sundae, which he also fought you to pay for 

there a silence that falls upon you for a little bit 

jaemin breaks it though like he breaks heart (okay minnie that’s kinda mean) 

“ella told me that you finished your half of the centerpieces in two days. that’s pretty impressive,” he comments 

you nodded staring at the ice cream drowned in chocolate syrup 

“to be honest, i haven’t gotten much done yet,” he admitted, continuing to ramble on “it’ll get done. i might even pay renjun to do it, but i’m pretty sure he’s too preoccupied with this girl that he’s been pining over for a while” 

“speaking of which, are you seeing anyone right now?” jaemin asks out of nowhere. 

“lol i could be doing other things with my time.” 

jaemin observes your face closely taking in the faint blush on your cheeks from his direct gaze, “so what about that haechan dude?” 

“what about him?” 

“are the two of you a thing?” 

you nearly gagged 

“there no way in hell i’d ever get with haechan. besides, he’s having some of his own girl problems right now. he was being a little bitch about it too” 

“good” jaemin says really contently. 

“why didn’t you go to hoco sophomore year?” you finally asked

taken back slightly, jaemin softly smiles down at the half-eaten sundae

instead of answering you, he asked another question “why did you stop talking to me?” 

you gulp, but eventually, you had to tell him the truth even though it was kinda dumb and immature

“because ella was mad at me after the two of you broke up.” 

he shifted his gaze up to your own eyes 

“do you know why she was mad at you?” 

you shook your head

jaemin smiled again 

this time it kinda looked sad :( 

“because she knew that i was in love with you”  

[melissart]

Date Night

Terry x Korvo Solar Opposites fanfiction!

Rating: M

Warnings: Alien sex stuff, Korvo cries during sex a lot, NSF*W

Genre: romance, comedy, hurt/comfort

Words: 3,852

Summary: “Couples go to scheduled fancy dinners to help keep their relationship alive.“

Korvo paced around the backyard with his Element Detector.

Beep… beep… beep… 

Nothing. 

There were no useful elements on Earth! Of all the 118 elements that Earth discovered, everything just had to be carbon-based. Korvo had enough carbon to last the destruction of five planets. What he needed was the isotope Megeon-166--or as it’s called on Earth, Erbium. He needed at least 15 moles to repair the ship and, of course, nobody was helping him. What was the point in being mad, anymore? He knew nobody would help him but it never got any less frustrating. 

Terry slid open the back door while cradling a tray of Starbucks™ frappuccinos in one arm. “Korvo!” he called out. “Got your favorite--matcha frappuccino!” 

No, that’s not right--Terry did help. Just in a different way. Only Terry knew how to get everyone’s Starbucks™ drinks right. 

Korvo tossed the Element Detector over his shoulder and took his frappuccino. Oh, the first sip was always the best. The whipped cream was at the bottom just the way he liked it. 

Terry just… stood there and watched him drink the frappuccino. He wasn’t even going to sip his own untouched pink drink. He was waiting for a specific response from Korvo. Probably one that was two words and began with a “T”. 

Korvo sighed. He had to relent. “Thank y--” 

“--Do you know what day it is today?” Terry quickly blurted out. He was unusually excited. 

Korvo paused for a second. The effects of the Dumb Ray still hadn’t subsided completely. “Friday?”  Was he forgetting something? It couldn’t possibly be their anniversary. 

“That’s right! It’s the first Friday of the month! That means it’s date night!” 

“That is ridiculous. Every night occurs on a date.”

 Terry laughed and put his hand on Korvo’s shoulder. Everything was a joke to him. “That gets funnier every time!”

Korvo brushes Terry’s hand off of him. It seems that Korvo has forgotten what “date night” was. Ten blasts of a Dumb Ray does that to you. “Explain it to me again.” 

“Couples go to scheduled fancy dinners to help keep their relationship alive.” 

Evidently, Terry has explained this concept multiple times. There were no side tangents, no movie references, and no headaches. “I am satisfied with our relationship.” Korvo sunk into himself and slightly turned away. “Are… you… not satisfied?” 

Terry erupted into an even louder bout of laughter and slapped his knee. “Hah! That gets funnier every time, too! It’s for fun, Korvo. I already made reservations at your favorite restaurant for 8PM.” 

“But, I--” 

Terry was already heading back inside to give Jesse and Yumyulack their drinks. “Make sure you wear something nice this time!” 

Korvo racked his mind for any memories of going on a date night with Terry, but there was nothing. Korvo didn’t realize how harsh the effects of the Dumb Ray were. He felt like an idiot. Maybe it was like the NBC show Dateline. He had some researching to do. If Terry found out Korvo’s memory was still foggy, Korvo would surely get locked up again. 

Terry was about to go on the best date night of his short, pathetic life. 

--- 

It was 7:50 PM, Terry was already dressed in his favorite pink button-up with the top button unbuttoned and jeans, and Korvo was nowhere to be found. To make things worse, Korvo took the car so Terry couldn’t even go to the nearest Jack in the Box to drown his sorrows in a $5 munchie meal. It was uncharacteristic of Korvo to forget about date night, especially when he reminded Korvo just earlier. Perhaps, he wondered, the Dumb Ray effects had not subsided yet.

He went into the replicants’ bedroom to ask them if they knew where Korvo was, but they were gone. That’s right, they were at a party and said they wouldn’t be back home until midnight. Terry was alone at the house. Bored. Bored in the house and in the house bored--just as how that TikTok prophesied. 

There were three loud knocks on the front door. Terry groaned. “Coming!” He wasn’t in the mood to entertain the neighbors. 

Terry opened the door to find a bouquet of a dozen red roses being shoved into his face. It was Korvo, all dressed up in a tuxedo as if he was about to get married. 

“I have arrived to date night you,” Korvo declared. 

Terry happily accepted the bouquet. “Sick plants, dude! I didn’t know they came in red.” 

“Red means love.” 

“Cool! Should I plant them?” 

“No, you put them in a vase with water.” 

“Hmm…” Terry stared at the stems. “I don’t know, Korvo, don’t plants need dirt?” 

“Why would I--” Korvo stopped himself and took a deep breath. He had to be charismatic. “You put them in a vase, you look at them for a couple days, and then they die.” 

“Aww…” Now Terry was bummed out. He hated reminders of his planned obsolescence and inevitable death. “What’s the point of it, then?” 

“Because they’re red, Terry!” Korvo’s fury was quick to resurface. “Red means love!” 

“Okay, fine, but you don’t have to yell!” 

Korvo hated himself. Stupid. He was already ruining their date night. 

----

Jazz music played softly in the background. It would have been relaxing if it weren’t avant-garde jazz. It was times like these that made Korvo pray for the Pupa to eat everyone and terraform the planet, already. He had no idea how the cacophony he was hearing could possibly be classified as music. There was no discernible key signature, no rhythm, no melody, no dynamics--it was literally just a collection of instruments blasting away and competing with each other to see who could best resemble a dying animal. 

“What the hell is this?” he grumbled. 

Terry was busy looking through the menu. “‘Om’ by John Coltrane.” 

Korvo was taken aback by the answer. He didn’t know Terry listened to this kind of noise. Even TV static sounded more harmonious. “What’s the point of it?” The thought of someone sitting in a recording studio and blasting terrible screeches into a microphone was enough to make someone gloober. 

“Uh, to piss off people like you, duh!” Terry scoffed. “Just relax a little, okay, Korvy?” He reached across the table to put his hand over Korvo’s. 

Korvo stared down at Terry’s hand and pondered for a moment. He curled his fingers over Terry’s hand. “I see… So what you’re saying is that music acts as a medium not only to organize patterns and produce a conventionally pleasing aesthetic, but also to defy those same standards and redefine the purpose of music through an ironic lens?” 

“That’s jazz, baby!” For emphasis, Terry does jazz hands with his free hand. 

Korvo leaned in and clasped his other hand over Terry’s. “You know a lot about music,” he comments. A loving smile curled the corners of his mouth upwards. 

Terry smirked. “Well, I did major in music when we went to community college… Remember when we did that? That was fun.” 

Korvo’s smile dropped. “You did?” He had no idea. 

“Yeah, I majored in percussion performance. I was trying to get into a drumline, like in the movie Whiplash. Don’t you remember? I even invited you to my winter and spring recital.” 

Korvo genuinely could not recall anything after Terry referencing Whiplash. This wasn’t on the Dumb Ray, this was clearly on his own negligence. “Oh.” Now that he thought about it, Terry was really good at drumming. 

Terry withdrew his hand and crossed his arms. He sighed, slumped into his seat, and looked away forlornly. “It’s okay, you were probably busy working on the ship… The mission is always the highest priority.” He was already conditioned to expect disappointment when telling Korvo anything about his personal ambitions. It was Wetzel’s Pretzels all over again. 

“It is...” Korvo agreed. 

Terry felt his heart sink. 

“... but you’re a high priority to me, too.” 

Before Terry could respond, their waiter interrupted to take their orders. “Seafood platter for him, fettuccine chicken alfredo pasta for me, and your biggest bottle of wine.” 

“Of course, sir.” The waiter took their menus away and left to relay the orders to the kitchen. 

Fuck, Korvo loved it when Terry ordered for the both of them. It made him feel slightly lesser. He tugged at his neck collar. 

“You know… I didn’t actually want to be a Pupa Specialist,” Terry quietly confessed. “I wish I could’ve been a music major on Shlorp.” 

“You could’ve,” Korvo reminded him, “but you’d be dead.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know...” 

Korvo watched Terry slump further into his seat. He was blowing it. Again. Discreetly, he took out his phone on his lap and pulled up a Wikihow article he had bookmarked on Safari: “How to Get Guys to Like You More when You Go on a date”. He skipped to step 3, “Be conversational.” Korvo cleared his throat. “Um… I wanted to be a biologist on Shlorp.” 

“Aren’t you already a biologist?” Terry argued. “Science is like, your whole gimmick.” 

“I’m an electrical engineer. I work with technology. I only got to take a few biology courses but my schedule was so loaded since I was a math/physics/engineering triple major, so I had no time to declare a minor in biology.” 

Terry laughed. “You sure dodged a bullet! Pupa Specialists had to take a shitton of bio classes, and let me tell you, the only silver lining is the sex unit.”

“There’s a sex unit?” 

“Yeah! Meiosis, DNA, best positions, tongue stuff… Jesse was conceived during that unit!” Terry smiled fondly, as if it were a normal sweet memory to be nostalgic of. “Ooh, ooh, how was Yumyulack conceived?” 

“With my right hand and a magazine at a lab.” Korvo didn’t realize there was anything more to it than that. “Tell me more about this unit,” he demanded. 

“Okay, so on the first day of class, our lab experiment for the day is to analyze genetic fluids, but wait! Our old tree professor forgot to order enough sample genetic fluids for the entire class! But, it turns out that collecting genetic fluids is the real lab experiment! Of course, I’m just sitting there with my lifemate, confused as hell, while the TA’s start to unbutton their robes…” 

------

Terry and Korvo laughed as they stumbled out of the restaurant together, holding hands and swinging it between them. When Terry asked for their biggest bottle of wine, they sure did deliver. Behind them, the warm glow of the restaurant faded away as they searched for their car. 

Terry wiped away tears of mirth with the back of his hand. “So I said, ‘You wouldn’t know one if you saw one!’” 

Korvo dropped the car keys as he erupted in more laughter. “Hohoheehoihoiheehoihoi! You sure told him! That was something that you told him, alright!” 

Korvo and Terry crouched down to reach for the car keys at the same time. They both groped around the spinning ground until their hands met. They looked up at each other with the same dazed, lovesick look in their eyes. 

Within seconds, they were sloppily making out. Terry had so much to drink that he couldn’t even feel where his body started and Korvo’s ended. All he could taste was wine and seafood. He felt Korvo topple over, putting Terry on top of him, straddling Korvo’s hips between his legs. Their tongues swirled around each other as Korvo moaned and dug his fingers onto the back of Terry’s shirt. The sidewalk was cold, but their bodies were hot enough to compensate. 

Terry pulled away and fumbled to unbutton his shirt. 

“Woah, woah, woah--I think we should, should go home first.” Korvo slowly sat himself up. 

“You can’t even drive!” 

“Of course I can!” Korvo declared, unintentionally flicking specks of saliva onto Terry’s face as he spoke. “W-We’re aliens! Our bodies… they got high tolerance… Alcohol sharpens our senses!” He pushed Terry off of him and crawled over to the car keys. 

Terry helped him up. “That doesn’t sound so right, but I don’t know enough to argue with that!” 

Korvo waved the car key fob in the air and pressed the lock button repeatedly, struggling to hear where their car was. “Beep beep! Beep beep! Beep beep!” he called out, as if it were a dog that could respond and come running over. “Fuck, where’d I park?” 

Terry turned Korvo around to face their car. 

“Oh shiiit, found it!” 

Korvo clicked the unlock button a few dozen times, then they let themselves in. Neither of them bothered to strap in their seatbelts.

-----

As soon as their bedroom door was shut and locked, Korvo and Terry started hurriedly undressing each other. Terry kissed Korvo’s neck as he loosened his bowtie while Korvo yanked Terry’s shorts down and began unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Fuuuck, Terry,” Korvo raspily moaned out. “I-I want you to dominate me! Dominate me, Terry! Make me your slut!” 

“Yeah, you’re a little slut, huh?” Terry palmed Korvo’s mound. “My fucking whore needs to be taught a lesson?” 

Korvo bucked his hips into Terry’s hand. “Yes, Terry!” he groaned. “Teach me a lesson!” 

Terry swept Korvo off his feet in one motion and carried him to the bed. As soon as he dropped him, he crawled on top of Korvo and tugged Korvo’s dress pants down. Korvo’s rootstalk was eager to be exposed, wriggling out of its hole to meet Terry’s tongue. Terry gave the thick root one long, slobbering, lick up the shaft and to the tip. “Alright, Korvy, pop quiz--what’s the powerhouse of the cell?” 

Korvo didn’t respond. 

“Wait, Korvo, you do know what the powerhouse of the cell is, don’t you?” Terry heard a small sob. He looked up at Korvo, who was covering his blushing face, wet and shiny from fresh tears. Terry crawled away from between Korvo’s legs and to his side. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he whispered gently. He coaxed Korvo’s hands away from his face. 

Of course, being asked what was wrong only made Korvo cry harder and curl away. “I-I-I forgot!” he wailed. “I f-forgot what the powerhouse of the cell is! W-What is it? I have no f-f-fucking clue!”

Terry hugged him from behind. “It’s okay, baby, it doesn’t matter! It’s just the mitochondria.” 

“I-I just… I just feel so dumb. I’ve been waiting weeks for my intelligence to fully recover ever since you hit me with the Dumb Ray, but… but that’s it. This is as smart as I ever was before! And I’m fucking s-s-st-stu-stupid!” 

Terry squeezed him harder while he sobbed and wailed and gooblered all over the both of them. “There, there, Korvo.” He knew the drill. Korvo cried during sex all the time--something about the physical release of his genetic fluids seemed to trigger an emotional catharsis in him. This time was unusually early, though. They hadn’t even finished foreplay. “Do you want some ice cream?” 

“N-No, let’s continue having sex,” Korvo insists. 

“But you’re crying--” 

“--Well, I’m still horny!” He tried to dry his eyes, but it was a Sisyphean task. 

“Alright, fine, but talk about your feelings while I’m sucking you off.” Terry crawled back over to Korvo’s crotch and continued where he left off--licking the thick root all over, from bottom to top. He began sucking the tip of it, which wriggled slightly as it grew more. 

Korvo panted heavily. “O-O-Oh my g-god…” Hot pleasure took over him. “Well, I wanted to be a biologist on Shlorp, but…” He interrupted himself with a loud moan when Terry started deep-throating his root. “Hohhhmygod! Oh, Terry! Fuck, it feels so good!” He felt his root lengthening more and wriggle down Terry’s throat. “Terry, Terry, Terry… I’m gonna--ohhh, fuck…” 

Terry gave a small grunt of surprise when Korvo’s genetic fluids began squirting down his throat. He could just barely taste the sweet, floral nectar as he swallowed. There was so much to swallow down. Korvo was always so repressed--he was always too busy studying repair manuals to jerk off every now and then. 

Korvo felt dizzy from the waves of pleasure still crashing over him after his release. “Terry, I love y--”

“--What happened?” Terry interrupted. 

“Huh?” 

“What happened to being a biologist?” Terry asked again. “I mean, you could’ve just not majored in so many majors in the first place, right?” 

Korvo grabbed a spare pillow and put it over his face. “It’s not important anymore, never mind,” he said, muffled. 

“Korvo, c’mon, I won’t tell you my secret sex techniques if you don’t tell me your tragic backstory.” 

Korvo uncovered his face. “Tell me,” he demanded.

“You first!” 

Korvo took a moment to decide if it was truly worth opening up about his deepest, darkest insecurities just for sex. It was a very short moment. “I got a B+ in Intro to Biology my first year.” 

Terry waited for further explanation, but there was nothing more. “B+ isn’t a bad grade?” 

“I know!” Korvo snapped. “But I-I freaked out! That was my first B in a class, ever! And now we’re stuck on Earth and the Pupa could destroy us all any second and it’ll be all my fault because I wasn’t smart enough to fix the ship! And I’m not even smart enough to understand why the Pupa is 670C because I got freaked out over a B! And now we’re all going to die!” Gooblers danced all over their bedsheets. 

“Korvo, baby, relax!” He wiped away Korvo’s tears. “Even if you quadruple-majored in biology/math/physics/engineering, we’d still be on Earth because you couldn’t fix the ship. It doesn’t matter!” 

Korvo buried his face into Terry’s chest and gave out a strangled scream. 

Terry laughed to himself. “I mean, what’s the point of studying so much if you can’t even fix the ship?” He stroked the back of Korvo’s head lovingly. “I was able to fix a lavatic reactor in just a few minutes of reading one of your dumb manuals!” One of the gooblers popped straight into his eye. “Ow! Okay, I’m sorry! I guess the point is, uh… I’ll help you fix the ship. How does that sound?” 

The gooblers finally came to a stop. “You will?” 

“Anything to get you to stop crying during sex…” Terry grumbled.

Korvo began showering Terry with kisses. “Oh, Terry! Thank you! Mwah, mwah! Thank you so much! There’s so much I still have yet to diagnose in the ship--the catalytic nasprober, the psionic cholecystosanitizer, the carcino-fibrillator, the hexylgraph, the blinkers--” 

The list went on and on and on and on and on. Terry didn’t realize how much was wrong with the ship until now. He started to understand why Korvo was so stressed out all the time. Korvo had spent hours every day working on the ship for over a year, and this entire time Terry assumed that Korvo was just bad at repairing. 

There had to be an end to this. Terry slowly crawled back over to Korvo’s root, still wet with saliva and nectar genetic fluids, and began sucking at it again. It was only a matter of seconds until Korvo was back to being a squirming, moaning mess.

Korvo rested his hand on Terry’s head. “T-T-Terry, T-Terry! Oh, Terry!” 

After Terry deemed it wet enough, he finally gave his mouth a break. “Okay, don’t freak out,” he warned Korvo. 

“Why should I not freak out?” Korvo asked, freaking out already. 

“I’m gonna try a special Shlorpian sex technique on you.” 

Korvo has only ever had sex with Terry the traditional way--humping and twisting their roots around each other. “It won’t hurt, will it?” 

“Hmm--well--um---I wouldn’t say hurt?” 

“I do not like your hesitance.” 

“Okay, okay, okay! So, you twist up your partner’s root into a spiral-cone-thing, tuck that into their root-hole, and fuck it like a pussy, basically.” 

The image of it was vivid in Korvo’s head. It sounded so… demeaning and aggressive. “Okay.” 

Terry kissed him. “I love you!” He licks Korvo’s root and tries to coat as much saliva as he can on it before twisting the root as tight as he can. This, of course, is not the part where it hurts because their roots do not have pain receptors. With his other hand, he gently pries open Korvo’s root hole. 

Korvo groaned. He felt so violated in a way he had never felt before. It felt so lewd to have Terry stretch his root hole open. He bites his tongue when Terry starts fingering him. “Mmghh…!” It hurt so good. 

“Damn, Korvo, you’re so tight. Tighter than Honey Boo Boo’s training bra!” 

“Oh, shut up.” 

“Seriously, you make Terri look like a corner street hooker! Because you’re so tight, get it?” 

“Yes, Terry. I get it.” 

Terry lapped at Korvo’s hole, then stuck the tip of his tongue in. Breathy moans spilled out of Korvo as he clencher himself around Terry’s tongue. Terry went back to sucking on Korvo’s root while slowly pushing his finger inside of Korvo’s hole. Korvo’s moans crescendoed with every millimeter Terry pushed in. Terry tried to wriggle his finger and stretch out Korvo’s hole as much as he could before squeezing in another one. 

“Ahh… Ahh! T-Terry! Oh my god--Terry! Mmphh!” Korvo grinded his hips against Terry’s fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! T-Th-That feels s-so good!” He was close to cumming all over again. 

Terry took his mouth off of Korvo’s root and began twirling the root around his finger. He wasn’t one to brag, but it was known that he had the best root-twirling technique in his class. Korvo’s root was, thankfully, very flexible and easily conformed to the twirled form. Terry quickly shoved the root as deep into Korvo’s hole as possible. There was a soft squelch underneath Korvo’s grunts. Terry got on top of Korvo, pinned Korvo’s arms over his head, and kissed him as he gently pushed his root inside of Korvo. 

Korvo wrapped his legs around Terry’s hips. He finally understood the human concept of “heaven” and it was Terry holding him down and jack-hammering away at his hole. Within seconds, he was already cumming. His root clenched hard around Terry’s and squirted more lubrication for Terry to penetrate even deeper and harder. 

It wasn’t long until Terry cummed, too. His hot nectar filled Korvo up and leaked all over both of their groins. He slowed down, then eventually paused. This was usually around the time when Korvo started to cry again. He rested his sweaty forehead against Korvo’s. “Korvo?” 

The waterworks came back. “Terry, I love you so much! I-I-I’m sorry I keep crying d-during s-s-sex!” 

“It’s okay, I love you too.” He accepted more tear-stained kisses. “Do you wanna keep going?” 

Korvo shook his head no. 

Terry got off of Korvo and hugged Korvo and patted his back while he cried. “It’s okay, Korvy… I love you a lot, too! We have a house and replicants and a cute little Pupa--we really nailed this whole family thing, huh?” 

All in all, Terry would say that it was a very successful date night. 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #410

“oh baby, baby, does she take a piece of lime for the drink that i’ma buy her, do you know just what she likes?

Do you put candy canes on your Christmas tree? Ye. Have you ever written/drawn/painted random stuff on your bedroom wall? No. What do you currently hear? A slowed w/ reverb version of "If U Seek Amy" by Britney Spears. Yes, I have a serious thing for these edits of childhood songs, ha ha. Actually, no shame, I still love Britney lmao. What's your favorite flavor of Doritos? Cool Ranch. Do you like bagels? Yep. Do you ever worry about what the world will be like when you have kids? I ain't having any of those, so I don't have to worry about that. Have you ever seen a hippo in person? At a zoo, yes. Are you any good at HTML? Noooo. When was the last time you did something you knew was wrong? Recently, because I'm awful about downloading things illegally. What was the last thing you downloaded on your computer? A picture. Do you ever cry just to get your way? Hi, I'm 25. I at least have SOME adult traits. Have you ever been to any professional sports games? Yes. What's the most boring sport to watch? The only sport I enjoy watching is dance, so. I think golf has to take the cake for the absolute worst, though. Do you like lip rings on the opposite sex? UGH I just love lip rings on anybody. Do you have good or bad vision? Literally awful. Have you ever parked in a handicapped spot when you weren't supposed to? Hell no. That is so fucking inconsiderate and lazy. Have you ever been to a different country? No. When was the last time you finger-painted? Nooo idea. Probably not since I was a little kid. Do you say car-mel or car-A-mel? "Care-uh-mel." When you get out of the shower, do you use one or two towels? One. Are you uncomfortable with changing clothes in front of others? Absolutely yes. Hell, I don't think I ever really changed in front of Jason back in the day, so that says something about how self-conscious I was with a FIT body. Never mind this catastrophe I own now. Which is worse: Runny nose or stuffy nose? Both suck, but stuffy drives me absolutely INSANE. Who's been the most influential person in your life? My mom. Do you have any tan lines? Ha, yeah, no. How many different schools have you gone to? Six. Do you know how to slow dance? I mean, yes? It's not complicated. Have you ever taken The Impossible Quiz? (If not, you should Google it. :D) No, and I'll never waste my time doing that shit. I've watched people play and beat it, but it seems like such frustrating, pointless madness with zero rhyme or reason behind it. Has someone that you liked told you that you are a waste of their time? No. Who is the last person you were in a car with? Mom. In the next 6 months, what are you looking forward to most? Ummmm Christmas, maybe? That's always exciting. Is there anyone who hates you? Probably. Who were you with the last time you went out for food? Mom. If your boyfriend or girlfriend smoked pot, would you care? Eh... I guess if it was for medicinal purposes, I would be okay with it. I'm not keen on dating a smoker of anything. Do you want to start over with anyone? Just Jason, at least sometimes. It'd be really, really nice if we could be friends again and just forget about who we were all those years ago, but I genuinely doubt my ability to be "just friends" with him. Even though I haven't spoken to this dude in over FOUR YEARS, and I'm sure he's changed a lot, just like I have. We might not even be compatible anymore. As much as I may want it, I think it's probably for the better we remain unassociated. Do you eat the crust of your sandwiches? It's what I eat first. Are you completely over your last relationship? Not "completely," no. I still love her, but I'm in a headspace of accepting that now is not the right time with unfit conditions. What hoodie did you wear last? My Pikachu one, which is the one I pretty much always wear. Do you listen to Incubus? Probably surprisingly, no. I don't know if I've even heard a song. Do you wear flip-flops during the winter? More like always. Do you like the smell of Axe? If you don't use an obnoxious amount, yeah. What do you think of feminists? Absolutely necessary as pilots for change. HOWEVER, I do believe some can take the concept waaaay too far. Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence? Dad, probably. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Oh my god, GUYS. It was my niece's birthday last month, and she did the CUTEST shit. She used to be very, very opposed to getting even slightly dirty (I mean like a speck of dirt on her would make her cry), and this kid decided to just C H O M P into her cupcake and get the frosting ALL over her face. She had two and got so messy, and that angel was just laughing hysterically about it. That girl is such a damn gift. Safe to say she was bouncing off the walls that night. Did you hug one of your parents today? No. Do you tan in the nude? I don't tan, period. Have you ever put a lot of thought and effort into a gift for somebody, only for them to act like it didn’t really matter to them? Oh god, no. That would really, really hurt, because I genuinely do try to be very thoughtful with my gifts. Do you follow the ‘five second rule’ when you drop food on the ground? NOOOOOOO. It's just a bullshit myth. I am NOT eating food that's been on the floor for a millisecond. If you had to describe yourself using a colour, which colour would you be? Maybe like... navy blue? Kinda dark and somber, but also has a calmness to it. Have you ever had to use another person’s toothbrush before? What were the circumstances? I WOULD FUCKING NEVER. Omg that is so gross. Have you ever crashed a car? No. Do you have a garden? Does it have flowers, vegetables, or both? No. Where do you want to raise your kids? I don't want kids, but if I did, absolutely surrounded by nature and animals. Have you ever been to Cracker Barrel? Yeah, I love it there. Damn, now I want some, lol. Have you ever seen a ghost? I sure as fuck saw something. As soon as you find out you are pregnant, who will you first tell? Who says I'm ever going to BE pregnant? 'Cuz it sure isn't in my plans. But hypothetically, the dad. Have you ever won a game of Minesweeper? Like ever? I've never played it. Who is your best guy friend(s)? Girt. I really should chat with him soon, it's been too long. If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? I'd keep it. Make me look more badass. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ What is your hair naturally like? Brown and kinda-sorta wavy. Have you ever stared at a stranger and they said something to you about it? No; I don't stare at people. Is your father very protective of you? I wouldn't say "very protective," no. What would you do if your hero died? ffffffUCK THIS QUESTION HOW ABOUT NO HE'S NOT ALLOWED THAT'S VERY ILLEGAL Where was your first date at with your current lover? I don't have one currently. Are you friendly in the morning, or are you barely awake? Depends on how much sleep I got, but I'm generally in my best mood in the morning. Did your parents force you to go to church? Mom did. What made you pick up the last book you started reading? It was the next book in the series I'm reading, Wings of Fire. When was the last time you went somewhere for the first time? Hm. I dunno. Hypothetically and generally speaking, how would you go about breaking up with someone? Is there anything you would make sure to say, or perhaps not say? I mean it would really depend on WHY I was breaking up with them, but I guess in most situations I'd try to meet them face-to-face and explain why I wanted to cut things off. I think it'd be important for them to hear my tone of voice, and I think physically meeting somewhere would show that I care enough for them to cut time out of my day to see them and try to hurt them as least as possible, given the situation. What do you find particularly offensive? Would you say you’re easy or difficult to offend? DO NOT in even a minor way ridicule mental illness or belittle victims as "weak" or pull the "it's just in their head" bullshit. The misuse of the term "retard(ed)" also genuinely offends me. I wouldn't say I'm easy to offend, either. What was the last chore you completed? Changing my cat's litter. When was the last time someone saw you naked? It's been a loooong time, and it would've only been my mom when I was like, going into a shower or something. If you could bring someone back from the dead and spend an hour with them, who would it be and what would you do/say? Probably Steve Irwin. I'd go on and on about how his family has carried his legacy so brilliantly, and show him aaaaaall the public pictures of Bindi and Grace, especially. God, that man would be so proud of them all. What is the greatest lost you’ve endured? My first "real" boyfriend. How would you describe your current mood? A mix of tired and anxious. I don't feel like going to bed yet, and the storm we've got passing through has me nervous about tornadoes 'n shit. Do you ever drink or get high alone? I've had some light drinks alone. What is the “worst” drug you’ve done? Are there any you will never try, or any you want to try? I've never done any illicit drugs, and I don't want to. What is the most personal thing you’re willing to reveal? Probably that I've had a pilonidal cyst. It's awkward to explain, but I'll share it anyway if there's a good reason to/I'm asked or something. What made you stop talking to the last person you cut out of your life? Her just being the most toxic, drama-filled person with the biggest victim complex of any human I've ever met. Who was the last person to yell at you? Did you yell back? Mom, and my voice was raised. Where do you like to be kissed? This depends on how serious we are. Can go from just the cheek to a lot of places. Which season is your least favorite and why? Summer, because it's too goddamn hot and humid. Who, if anyone, do you compare yourself to most? Probably my little sister. She's on such a successful path, and then there's like... me lmao. Do you have a night-light in your bedroom? If so, what does it look like? No. What is your favorite breakfast food? How often do you get to eat it? Cinnamon rollssssss. I have 'em very rarely, though. I'll eat too many of them, which I definitely don't need. What is your favorite thing about autumn? What about your least favorite thing? AHHHHHH EVERYTHING. I love Halloween and the decorations that come with it, the changing leaves, the crisp air... just all of it. :') Who was the last person you asked for help? Mom, I'm sure.