#like especially when someone just watches or makes light of me being frustrated and then the tears start welling up and i just feel like

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 90)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (68) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (23)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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Due to popular demand, I'm going to post a chapter bi-weekly, every Thursday and Sunday night until we hit Part 100!

YFN POV

“For someone so independent, you’re very needy,” Jordan chuckled.

YFN pouted, looking at her watch again. “They’ve been gone all fucking day. Surely that’s a bad thing?”

The slightly smaller woman shrugged. “Not necessarily. I mean, what if they’re just tying everything up with a pretty bow to make sure that it’s all sorted today? With both Lucy and Leah speaking, and then our testimonials, along with Ridley and Alexia, and your injury report, surely that’s enough to have Kristie locked up for the foreseeable future.”

Kristie. She never wanted to hear that name again. Lucy had no intention of letting her be in the same room as her, and Leah had offered to go as a character witness, knowing that her fame would make them realise how important of a case it was.

Jordan reached out and squeezed her hand. “It should be an open and shut case. Especially seeing as you didn’t want to go for the harshest punishment.”

“I just didn’t want her doing it to anyone else. She needed to know it was wrong.”

“Some jail time and community service will definitely get the message across.”

“And restraining orders…” she murmured. That had been Lucy’s non-negotiable.

“Leah there is going to throw a spanner in the works too. Her platform is massive. No one in their right mind will want her publicly speaking about how Kristie got away with her friends being stalked and then assaulted to the point of this.”

She gestured to YFN sitting up in the hospital bed.

She squeezed her hand. “Thanks for being here, Dory.”

Jordan’s little smile took over from her serious, friend look. “Of course, mate. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

A few minutes later Lucy’s doctor returned, or rather, her doctor too.

“I’m sorry for the delay,” he said as he stood next to her bed with a gentle smile. He was one of those men that you were always comfortable around. The benevolent type. “The scans are good - better than I expected given your… history.” Another smile, though this one was sympathetic. “Would you like the good news or the very good news first?”

She felt herself let go of tension she didn’t realise she’d been holding.

“Save the best for last.”

“Very well.” He put the scans up on the light box and pointed to her collarbone. “The second surgery went well. The screws are holding, though I’m afraid I need you in the sling to keep it immobile for the next 4 weeks or so..”

She sighed, though knew it was the case. Her Christmas was officially in a sling.

He continued. “Unless there’s an incident, or any issues with pain, I won’t need to give it a check-up until just prior to Christmas, and then I’m hoping to have you out of it for the new year.”

She smiled and nodded. “Well, that’s positive…”

He moved onto the next two x-rays. “Your forearm and wrist are healing well, though I’m afraid the cast will need to remain on for the next 6-8 weeks. We’ll give you a check-up when we get rid of the sling. Your jaw is also healing nicely, I know the bruising has been persistent, but expect it to be gone in the next week or so..”

“I can handle the cast,” she chuckled. “My shoulder is just in need of a good movement.”

She’d just wanted to swing her arm around, to roll her shoulder, instead of having it stuck where it was. It was a level of frustrating that bordered on pain.

“There are a few small massages that you can do to help, though you’ll need to be quite gentle with them, and careful not to shift your collarbone too much.”

He handed her a sheet with the exercises.

“Lucy can help with these. Any issues, give me a call.”

“Thank you,” she replied, gratefully. She was always grateful at the opportunity for Lucy to touch her more.

Jordan took the sheet interestedly and looked over it.

“Now onto your ribs. They’ve been thrown around a bit…” he looked at her with eyebrows raised and she blushed, knowing full well that she’d been abusing them a little too much with Lucy. “…which I understand.” He was politely giving her an out. “You already had several past injuries and you’re very limited with your movements given your state, and so it’s understandable that your ribs are catching the brunt of it. Though, you’ll need to be more mindful. No overexertion. No twisting yourself. No…excessive movements.”

To his credit, he did seem entertained by it.

“I think you should call Lucy and tell her that directly,” Jordan joked.

YFN’s mouth dropped open, though he and Jordan shared a good chuckle at her expense. She made a mental note to not tell Lucy so that she didn’t lose any part of her sex life.

“Now onto your kneecap…”

She braced herself for bad news, but how could it be, when he’d said the worst of it first?

“It was only ever a minor crack, however I wanted you to keep your full weight off of it as you can’t exactly use crutches. I’m going to keep the brace on, however you can walk on it again.”

She grinned – her first thought being that Lucy was going to be so happy. She could picture her face lighting up now.

“Now don’t overdo it. Don’t put all of your weight onto it at once. Place your foot on the ground and ease your weight onto it. It’s a slow process, but you need to build that habit up so you’re not overdoing it. The brace will be on for another few weeks, and I’m hoping to take it off just before Christmas.”

No brace for Christmas. Lucy was going to be thrilled.

“Hoping…” he said again, making sure she understood that it was only a possibility at this stage. “…and you can take the brace off for showers now, just don’t put all of your weight on it in the shower.”

No more garbage bags. She nodded. “Thanks, Doc.”

They finished up with him, getting her scripts for medication and some more information. Lucy, ever the anatomy fanatic, would want to know every detail possible. Especially because it was her.

She walked slowly to the car, relished the feel of being able to use her legs like legs again. She was officially The Little Mermaid.

She groaned the relief for her hips and lower back as she did so, knowing this would take a lot of strain from Lucy needing to carry her around.

She slipped into Miles, Lucy’s car, and Jordan slipped into the driver’s seat. The footballers had taken Leah’s Mercedes as it was lower to get into and Lucy hadn’t wanted her dropping into the seat and struggling to get out.

It was later in the afternoon now, and she looked at the time, wondering why it was all taking so long.

“Celebration dinner?” Jordan asked.

“Why do I feel like you all had this planned already?”

“Maybe. You know Lucy…”

“Has she messaged you?!” She looked over at Jordan who seemed to barely be able to see over the steering wheel. She gave a sympathetic smile. “No, sorry. But the table is still booked, so maybe we should see if they make it? I would suggest Katie and Caitlin but they’re not in town. Most of the girls are with their international squads. We can ask Alex but Jill is in Manchester. There’s a few other’s in town.. LJ and Keira, maybe?”

“Oh, that’s an idea!”

Jordan gave them both a call. LJ wasn’t available, however Keira and Georgia were. They met them at the Italian restaurant Lucy had booked and made a night of it. The girls joked about how they’d be in trouble if they were caught eating carbs when they were in season, though YFN had convinced them that they’d deserved it after their hard fought victory over the Netherlands. The more she got to know Keira, the more she got along with her. She opened up slowly, though at the end of the day, they both thought similarly, and had a similar sense of humour.

It was also one of the first times she’d been close and in intimate conversation with Georgia since she’d caught the first kiss between her and Lucy. They spoke about the game, Scotland, how much they needed to win by, Lumos and the interviews. The three footballers had a good catch up now that they all played for different teams, and they saw less of Jordan.

The two opted to skip dessert as they’d apparently already been too bad, though once they saw Jordan and YFN’s desserts, they couldn’t help but try a taste.

When their dinner was ending, she checked her phone and her stomach sank.

“Still nothing?” Jordan asked, seeing her reaction.

She gave a sigh. “No. You?”

She shook her head.

“Doesn’t usually take this long, surely?” Georgia asked. “What, are they hand delivering her to jail?”

“There must be a good reason…” Keira comforted. “Either way, we have time to do the interview if you want?”

They were being efficient, with Keira offering at dinner to come over and do the couch interview that YFN had suggested was best to ease the ‘Wonze’ fanatics of the internet. She still didn’t know Keira well, though she could see that she’d offered partly because not only did she want to get it over and done with, as she hated interviews, but she knew YFN needed a distraction from the current legal situation that Lucy and Leah were tied up in. She called Bridget and Emily to see if they were available last minute for the interview. They were more than eager, as she knew they would be, though still offered them extra pay for the inconvenience.

After dinner, they made their way to Lucy’s and settled in, Bridget and Emily setting up for the interview while she ran through queries with Keira prior to it.

“Did you read the questions and prompts I sent..?”

She hadn’t expected her to, as the interview wasn’t supposed to take place until later in the month, however things seemed to be working this way for her for some reason.

Keira nodded, asking questions and YFN couldn’t help but be impressed at her eye for detail.

She’d said that Jordan and Georgia didn’t have to stay, but they’d insisted, wanting to catch up on lost time.

The interview went for just over an hour, though it was exactly what she’d wanted. Keira had not been tense at all, and she was proud of herself for creating such an environment. To be fair, she even felt like she’d flirted with her a little, which had surprised the Australian. She’d never seen an interview with Keira so comfortable before. Hopefully that would suppress the ‘Wonze’ fanatics who’d been sending her so much hate on social media.

Keira took photos for their interview, while she answered Georgia’s questions about the content process. She had very little content outside of the Lionesses as she played at Bayern Munich and they weren’t exactly known for their social media. They didn’t have time for another interview that night as the girls had training the next day before flying out to Scotland, and needed to get rest.

They all left, though Jordan stayed with her. She looked at her watch as they walked out of the door. 8pm. She hadn’t heard from Lucy since 7am.

She sighed, dropping her hand in defeat. Jordan gave her a cuddle. “They’ll be home soon..”

She cuddled into her friend, allowing herself to relax when her phone buzzed. She jumped immediately and grimaced at the pain that shot through her body as she grabbed for her phone.

Joe calling…

At this time of night?

“Hey, Joe,” she answered, feeling awkward calling her that.

“Hello, YFN. How are you?” Her voice sounded as soft and regally calm as ever. It was comforting to her.

“I’m doing well. It’s late – is everything okay?”

“Oh, yes. I was calling to check in on the hearing today. Did it go well?”

She wondered if she’d used any of her influence to help the situation. Her voice suggested that perhaps she had, though just a little.

“Luce and Leah aren’t home yet. They’ve been gone for over 13 hours.”

“I see. It’s not unusual, though. I’d like an update when they’re done, please. I need to make sure this is all wrapped up so that you’re safe.”

Seeing as you don’t want the security team I offered, she could practically hear her saying. Catherine was worried about her, which made her feel loved. She’d never had that from a mother figure beyond her grandma. Her heart softened.

“Thank you…” she said, gratefully. “I’ll let you know when I know. Also, I had a check up today. Everything is healing well, and I can now walk, albeit gently.”

“I read the report you sent through,” YFN could hear the smile in her voice. “I was very happy to read that. Hopefully you can be moving a bit more freely by the new year.”

“Fingers crossed!”

She gave a light laugh. “Mine certainly are. Now, I was thinking about the Gala event this week that Lucy and Alessia are doing this week. We’re a bit on the back foot with everything since there’s so much going on, however I was hoping that the timing will work out to have our own Lumos event this week, on Friday or Saturday perhaps. Do you think we could get any high profile players in that time?”

“How many were you thinking?”

“Ten maximum. I don’t want the focus to be lost if there are too many.”

“Well, Lucy will be with me for a little before headed back to Barca. Most girls will be back with their teams by then. I think I can get Jordan Nobbs, Leah Williamson, potentially any players from the WSL, and also perhaps… perhaps…”

“Perhaps?”

She pondered. “Perhaps… Alexia. That’s a big maybe, though.”

“Alexia would be the white whale, if we could get her on. Otherwise, it sounds great. Perhaps some other nationalities too, if you can?”

“Coaches too?” She asked, trying to think who would be available at a moment’s notice. “I could ask Sarina. Emma. I could get Caitlin for Australia, Katie for Ireland, Yui for Japan, Ashley for Canada, or similar if they're not available?”

“Brilliant. I do hate to drop this on you last minute, though I have been wanting to get it done before the rush prior to Christmas. If you could look through availability and give me a date and names, I’ll work on booking a location for Friday or Saturday so we can start promoting it.”

“Consider it done.”

“Thank you, YFN. About tomorrow night, I have a location to meet. I’m assuming Lucy will be coming also?”

“I think Leah and Jordan have a right to be there too.”

She could practically hear her nodding. “I’ve sent the location and time to Mark. I have an aircraft departing at night for you. I’ll put you all on the manifest. You may need to clear it with the Lioness management.”

“Leah will handle that…”

“Perfect. I’ll send you the flight details.”

“Cath-” She cut herself off. “Are you sure about this?”

“There’s only so much hiding I can do. This is an unnecessary evil, unfortunately. You’ve been through too much already. I won’t have you fighting him too. I’m hoping to finish this once and for all with him tomorrow night, though from then on, my intention is still to be the silent partner while you are the face of Lumos. Has anything changed for you in regards to that?”

The empathy in her voice had YFN feeling comfortable. Comfortable enough that she could have said no, and Catherine would have accepted it without question.

“Nothing has changed on my end. I’m just very eager to get us onto a schedule where I’m not chasing my tail with interviews and events.” She chuckled. Catherine shared in her chuckle.

“Oh, I know. I’ve been hoping the exact same. It’s good to hear we’re on the same page, though. We’ll speak more tomorrow night. Until then – keep me posted on the hearing and anything you need at all, let me know.”

YFN and Jordan fell asleep on the couch, their feet overlapping under the blanket they shared as their heads were at opposite ends. She wasn’t sure how long she slept for, however she was woken by a warm kiss to the cheek and Lucy’s deep, comforting voice. “I’m here, little one. Everything’s okay.”

“Luce?” She mumbled, half asleep. She opened one eye, followed drearily by the other as she looked at her favourite person. Her expression was peaceful, which calmed the Australian.

She looked down at Jordan who was sitting up with Leah next to her, the two talking quietly. She looked back at Lucy.

“What happened?”

“It’s done, little one.”

She tried to prop herself up, and Lucy helped her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist to pull her up into a sitting position. “It took that long?”

“The incident happened in Spain, so we were delayed due to that, however someone pulled some strings for us.” Catherine. Lucy gave her a knowing look. “Without her, this would have been dragged out for weeks.”

“It’s done?”

She nodded as she reached out to stroke the yellowing bruises on her jaw. “Jail time for a period. Community service for the rest, as you didn’t want her to be stuck in there for the maximum time. Restraining orders for life. She won’t be attending any games in the future. And she apologised. It’s done.”

“She…apologised?”

“Mainly to me, but yes. She cried a lot.”

“That must have been hard…”

“Yes and no. I don’t like seeing someone upset, but she did hurt the person I love so… my empathy was not there for her. I’m just happy it’s all over.” She leant forward and gave her a soft kiss on the temple. “What did you two get up to, love?”

“We had dinner with Keira and Georgia,” Jordan said from across the couch.

Leah gave YFN a smile. She looked tired.

Lucy was caught off guard. “Oh?”

“It was great,” she reassured, putting her hand under the collar of her shirt, and on that strong collarbone of hers. “I did my couch interview with Keira after it.”

Lucy looked impressed, though like she had questions for when they were alone. She didn’t blame her.

“And?” Jordan prompted.

“Oh! And Lumos wants to host a public event with 10 female footballers in London this Friday or Saturday. Are you all free?”

“You know I am,” Lucy murmured, leaning her head against hers.

“I’ll be in town.” Leah answered.

“You already know I’m in.” Jordan agreed, looking at Leah. YFN hadn’t realised until just then that it must have been a while since they’d done something like that together in public.

“And I messaged Riddles, hoping to get Alexia if she’s back in town…”

“Mmn. I’m sure it’ll all be perfect. You’re good at the last minute organising,” Lucy teased.

She rolled her eyes. “And whose fault is that?”

She gave an innocent look. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But I do wonder how the doctor went today? I have an email titled: ‘No funny business.’”

Jordan cackled. Actually cackled. YFN blushed, a little embarrassed and frustrated that she had to tell her. Lucy didn’t understand. Bless her, she was incredibly smart, though a lot less quick for these types of situations.

“Everything is healing well apart from my…ah…ribs. They’ve not been having the rest they should.”

“I believe he said they’ve been ‘thrown around a bit’…” Jordan offered.

Lucy clicked and gave a guilty look. Before she could speak, YFN jumped in, trying to distract her with ten different things to keep her mind away from limiting sex with her.

“But everything else is healing well… hoping to be out of the sling by the new year and the knee brace by Christmas. Also, I can officially walk.” She gave a proud smile. “No more looking for the wheelchair in Scotland, Luce. I’ll be the one-armed flamingo with the Australian flag.”

[mitchievousness]

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[f1fantasys]

uhm so i have an idea where Lando is working out alone to release his emotions, perhaps after a bad day or bad race. but suddenly, you enter the gym, which annoys him because he wanted to be alone right now.

however, as you start working out, he kinda ogling your 🍒 and eventually decides to approach you to talk and that led to the spicy part when he starts touching you and fucked you on one of the bench using you to let out his anger 🫣 tysm!!!

THIS!! I don't feel like I've done this INCREDIBLE request justice. So someone please write a better one and tag me in it! @ccsainzleclerc5516 you would do amazing at this!

POST RACE WORKOUT

Warnings - smut!! need i say more?

2.4 words. IDK why it's so short - feel like i have writers block.

The Monaco weekend was always a fun one. Fun, but extremely busy, especially being a Sky presenter. From the Monday leading up to the weekend you'd been in and out of meetings, events, and not to mention recording and being live on air for several hours a day. But you loved it, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

But now that the race and post-race shows were finally over, you still had a lot of adrenaline and energy to burn, which is why you currently found yourself walking up the stairs to the gym, wearing the tightest tights and a sports bra. It was well past midnight, but, having connections had its perks, so here you were.

You pushed open the door and stopped in your tracks. There was some distant music playing and as your eyes scanned the room you definitely weren't expecting to find Lando Norris who was currently lifting weights, shirtless, might I add. He stopped what he was doing and stood up, eyes shamelessly searching your body, but an annoyed look on his face.

''Uh, hey'' you greeted.

All he did was nod his head.

''You good?'' you couldn't help but ask at the way he was looking at you. You felt you own cheeks heat up as you gawked at his body that was riled with sweat.

''Yeah'' was all he said as he turned around and continued what he was doing.

You of course have had a lot of interaction with Lando - several interviews and social media videos which meant you'd spent quite a lot of time with him. Obviously, he was one hell of hot man, and yes, you looked, but you'd never touch. Your work was too important to get involved with any of the drivers. You'd also noticed him looking more often than not, but you never allowed your mind to go there.

As you stood there for a few minutes you couldn't help but feel bad for the guy. He'd had a shitty race - mclaren had fucked his strategy, once again, and he didn't get the win. So you totally understood why he was in the gym at the time - also trying to get rid of the adrenaline.

You dragged your feet to the treadmill and hopped on, setting a medium pace, trying to focus on something else and not the half naked man across the room.

After about 15 minutes you slowed your pace down a bit, grabbing your towel to wipe the sheet of sweat over your face and arms. As you walked over to do some weights, you looked ahead in the mirror and locked eyes with Lando. He was standing drinking his water, and you watched as his eyes left yours and shamelessly looked your body up and down again. To be fair - you were swearing the skimpiest gym clothes which left nothing to the imagination.

What you didn't know was that Lando had been eye fucking you the full 15 minutes you were running. He had wanted to be alone, let out his frustration, but that changed the minute he realized it was you who walked through the door. He licked his lips as he saw how your tights wrapped around your ass so perfectly, how your boobs were bouncing and threatening to spill out of your bra, how you back muscles flexed as you ran, and how sweat covered your body making you glisten under the lights. Lando had always found you attractive to say the least, and now he was painfully hard by just watching you workout. He wanted nothing more than to walk up to you and rip your clothes off, bend you over, and rail into you.

You tried your best to ignore him and focus on your task, so you sat on the bench and started brench pressing, heavy breaths leaving your mouth.

Suddenly, you saw Lando standing above you, staring down, and his own breathing just as heavy as yours.

Before you could react and say anything, he held onto the weights and pryed it out of your hands.

''Lan-'' you started, but he cut you off.

''Shh'' you said, before walking around and facing you as you sat up. He took a seat in front of you, legs on either side of the bench as yours were.

You swore you heart was beating out of your chest right now. He looked so heavenly. Bright green eyes, curls messy and sticking to his forehead. And not to mention his god-damn beautiful torso. Muscles taught and defined, with sweat dripping down, his own body shining in the lights.

''Eyes up here'' he said, smirking, catching you out for staring.

''Fuck'' you mumbled to yourself, before you looked up at him.

You felt as his hands found your waist and effortlessly slid you closer to him, and now your breaths were mingling, the heat in your body rising.

As you found yourselves in an apparent staring contest, Lando's hands started roaming your body He traced your arms up and down, your shoulders, you back, and your breath hitched as he suddenly slipped them under your sports bra, feeling up your boobs and fondling with them.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm your breathing, but that was impossible with the fact that he was sitting right in front of you and touching you. Now he was rolling your nipples between his fingers, pulling at and tugging them, earning himself a moan from you.

''Lando'' you panted, needing more, almost grinding yourself on the bench.

''I know baby''

The nickname gave you goosebumps, and you couldn't help but open your eyes and smile at him.

Soon after, Lando tore your bra off of you, revealing your perky boobs. He lowered his head and latched his mouth onto your left nipple. Biting and sucking on it before using his tongue to sooth over.

Your hands found his hair and you pulled at his curls, edging him on, begging him some more. ''Lando, please'' you said, grinding down on the bench harder than before.

He lifted his head and crashed his lips to yours. It was eager and messy, tongues clashing and spit sliding down both yours and Lando's chin. He bit on your lower lip and you felt him slide his hands through your tights to grope at your ass. By now you were cupping his face, pulling him impossibly closer. While his one hand stayed on your ass, the other slid round to your front and cupped your cunt.

The action has you arching off the bench, breath increasing ever so much as he slid his fingers through your folds, which were soaking by now - something that didn't go unnoticed by him.

''Already dripping for me, love?'' he asked, voice thick and hoarse with his British accent.

''Uh huh'' was all you managed to say, biting your lips at the feeling of his calloused fingers rough against your clit, which he found rather quickly.

He captured your lips with his as he thrust two fingers through your entrance, the swift movement making you tremble in his arms.

''Ride my fingers y/n'' he said between breaths.

And so you did, you rode his fingers hard and fast, and just as he curled them at just the right time, feeling you soft cushiony spot inside of you, you felt a warmth begin to build in your stomach.

No word spoken and Lando added a third finger, sending you trembling over the edge as you latched onto his shoulder for support to ride you through your orgasm.

He slowed his fingers, eyes never leaving yours, before pulling them out and shamelessly licking them clean of you cum, moaning at the taste.

''Hmm, so fucking delicious'''he said, smirking, as you watched, mouth agape.

''Lando please'' you panted. ''Need to feel you in me'' you said, looking at him with longing eyes.

When you looked at him again, his whole demeanor changed. His eyes became ridiculously darker and the emotion he wore on his face was a mix of sudden anger and frustration.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he man handled you to lay down before he ripped your tights off of you and stood up to free himself of his constraints.

You watched as his hard cock bounced first then stood tall and angry.

''Fuck, he's big'' you thought to yourself as he placed himself between your legs.

Lando leaned down to kiss you as you took him in your hands and pumped him a few times, using your thumb to spread his pre cum around his tip.

The movement had him bucking forward, grunting into your mouth.

He pulled back and looked you in the eyes. ''You sure?'' he asked.

''Please. Please fuck me''

He lined himself up and wasted no time in slamming into you, bottoming out in one thrust.

''Shit'' you gasped. He was definitely the biggest you'd ever had, and the sting was intense. But this was Lando Norris, and you were determined to let him have his way with you.

He finally started moving, setting a pace that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your nails dug deep into his skin.

''So fucking tight, fuck y/n''

''Oh, Lando, yes, please, yes'' you cried out, unable to keep your moans at bay.

Lando continued to fuck into you while his mouth found your boobs and sucked hard at them, surely leaving purple bruises for tomorrow.

Within minutes you could feel your walls begin to clench around him, your orgasm approaching fast.

''Fuck, gonna cum Lan-'' you started but before you could finish he pulled out. You whined at him, an annoyed whine which you knew would edge him on further.

He scooped you up with such an ease, and suddenly you were flipped over and on your tummy, Lando sliding into your cunt with force again.

He bunched up your hair and pulled it tight, earning pornographic moans from your mouth straight to his ear.

''Can't win a fucking race but at least I got you begging for me'' he said through bated breaths, finally railing you the way he wanted from when you first walked in.

''Fuck Lando, you won. You won for me'' you moaned. You didn't care what the outcome of the actual race was - in your eyes, he was always a winner.

''Doing so well for me babygirl. That's tight.''

This time your orgasm gave you no warning. Hearing him call you babygirl pushed you over the edge, your body shuddering underneath him and your juices spluttering all over.

You moaned his name as you came, and if anything, he sped up his movements briefly before sliding out of you again.

This time he sat facing the mirror and pulled you up to sit down his lap, facing the mirror as well.

You immediately sank down on his now throbbing dick, setting a harsh pace as his hand snaked its way around you and settled on your throat.

''Want you to watch yourself fuck me'' he roughly whispered in your ear.

You kept your eyes on each other while you rode him, Lando's occasionally dropping down to watch how your boobs bounced up and down with each thrust.

''Fuck'' you hissed as you felt another orgasm approaching.

''Fucking me so good baby, go on. Be my slut'' he urged you to carry on.

Your movements were becoming sloppier, unable to hold yourself up and able to continue to thrust so Lando had to take matters into his own hands.

He was now fucking into you again, but at a relentless pace, clearly chasing his own orgasm as well.

''Together, yeah?'' he asked, his hand sliding down to toy at your clit.

You couldn't hold it in anymore. ''Fuck, Lando, now. I need to cum'' you said, as you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

The room now filled with grunts and moans, swear words flying everywhere as you both reached your climax, juices spilling out of you like the end of the worlds. Lando made sure to empty his load painting your walls white with his warm splutter.

You sank back down on him, letting your weight fall back leaning on him.

You locked eyes in the mirror again, both trying to catch your breaths, sweat dripping down the both of you.

Now that he got his release, Lando couldn't help but feel ashamed at the fact that he used you. Although this was the best sex he'd had in a long time, he felt he needed to apologize, and hope he hadn't fucked up a chance at anything more.

You could feel him softening inside of you, but neither made any attempt to move.

''Lan-''

''Wait. Fuck. I'm sorry if I was too rough'' he said, shyly.

''What?''

''I'm sorry i called you a slut. It was a complement, actually. I just had all this adrenaline from the race. And you were there. And...Fuck, i couldn't help myself'' he was rambling.

''Lando stop.'' you said firmer than you intended to. ''I didn't say I didn't enjoy it. Did I?'' you asked.

He shook his head.

''Really, it was so fucking good, and I'm glad it was me. I'm glad you used me''

''I-What?''

''Yeah, think I needed it as much as you did'' you said.

He wrapped his arms around you holding you tighter.

''Well then I'm glad you walked through the door. Thank you'' he cooed.

You smiled at him and slowly got up, letting him slip out of you, when something dawned on you.

''You ripped my clothes, Lando! literally'' you shrieked, eyes wide and a chuckle filling the air.

He stood up and pecked your lips.

''Well then, you'll just have to come home with me'' he said, smirking, but throwing his t-shirt to you to wear.

As he watching you put it on, he couldn't help but notice the stickiness dripping out of you.

''Fuck'' he mumbled, more to himself.

''What?'' you asked, as you didn't even release he was still watching you.

He didn't say anything, instead he bent down and licked your core, collecting the mixture of both of your cum.

The action had your breath hitching, not expecting it at all. You held onto his head as he did what he did, before he stood back up and let the juice slide out of his mouth and into your, before he kissed you roughly again.

''So fucking hot. Round 2 at mines?'' he asked.

You just smiled and walked to the door, opening it while gesturing him to follow you out.

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[mochinomnoms]

*blinks at u* hey so my brain is eating itself and this won't let me sleep so

*pulls out a megaphone* NSFW ALERT

Okay yes octotrio foursome i know for a fact that the tweels love making their sweet partners forget about their insecurities for a moment yuu and zuzu are mostly receiving WE KNOW THOSE TWO EELS ARE CUNTS (affectionately) and like overstimulating, sweet aftercare is clearly followed but now? They know you and Azul are very spent but oh how they love to bring out such debilitating states out of you two, voices breaking and thighs trembling wanting to stop and close "Too much!" they coo and tease in response "You can take more right?" it is their form of making you two take a break! Making your bones feel like jelly and mushing your brains up, forget about anything now darling! Feels too good to stop right?

Both of those greedy bastards get you and Azul into missionary, the dominant hands of each twin on your hips to hold them in place while the other can bring even more attention to your sensitive zones, so so messy! The amount of lube mixed with saliva and semen that coated yours and Azul's inner thighs from the previous positions, the three of your partners do love to pick apart and see what makes each scenerie unique so sounds, states everything is so important to them! The sloppy sounds that Azul causes when he thrusts into you and how with this position you two can clearly see what's going on, bodies trailed with hickys and bite marks you get masturbated by Floyd while Jade fingers Azul all while still going! Seeing how Jade looks down at you, you can see how he is whispering on Azul's ear giving light kisses every now and then along his neck. They know how much these little things can do for you two, they know and want to make the most of it! After some time of weakly thrusting the twins make Azul fill you up they eat up every breathless noises being made (they also made sure you and Azul held eye contact when bringing you two to the edge don't worry!)

Finally the twins seem satisfied with the state you two are in.. Maybe they can make it even better, Azul was catching his breath and then Floyd decided to steadily masturbate Azul's still twitching dick —"C'mon Azul we wanna see you paint shirmpy's body too!" —"Fufu~ you still have energy left Floyd?" —"Always have energy to make our little mates cum~" Azul threw his head back as he came again this time spilling on your abdomen

What a mess! Don't worry though you and Azul can go into the bath while the twins change the sheets, make small snacks prepare the wedding ceremony pull out fresh pijamas everything is ready for cuddling maybe taking a nap, watching something.. Or even just talking if you even can with your sore throat

They love, love you two this is just one of the many moments that make your relationship so special

AaaaaAAaAAaH this is the very first time I ever write something let alone smut! English isn't my mother tongue and I have forgotten how puntuaction commas or dots went! But this is very feeling charged hope that you can still get it! I think that now I can go curl up on my blankets and get some heavy sleep :3 nighty night Mochi!!

-Vaquita 🐄 (hope this isn't thrown in the dust.. I spent time on it and it could be forgotten forever ;( dramatically sobbing rn)

(you need to sleep love its good for the soul)

Omg no this is really good! I love when polyoctotrio includes the twins loving on Azul too, it feeds my soul! I think they really do get a kick out of overstimulating their partners, especially for someone as high-strung as Azul.

It gets frustrating when he gets too focused on work and starts ignoring his lovers. More so when their little Shrimp is running around busy with Grim and Crowley's tasks. The twins are feeling neglected by BOTH of their partners, what a sin!

The remedy? They con you two into coming into the bedroom to "relax" and unfortunately for you and Azul, relax means literally fucking the brains out of your head until you're too dumb to remember what you were supposed to do the next day.

The nice thing is, at the end, Azul is so sweet when he's like this! All the stress, and thoughts in general, are out of his mind and only filled with thoughts of his partners! He's so cuddly to the point that it's almost funny, with how Floyd has to pry his arms off you to properly wash you in the bath. It's awfully cute, so are you, though! You're clutching at Azul all the same, cherishing his affection as Jade attempts to dress you in your pajamas. Eventually the two get you both in bed again, curled into each other and practically knocking out the moment your heads hit the pillows.

A lovely polycule to be sure!

[jeneveuxrein]

inevitable (BLACKPINK Jennie)

word count: 7.5K

(something light, in a sense it’s the prequel to best behavior, but my apologies for not getting this out when it was supposed to be, enjoy!)

-- --

The question is out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. It’s become a habit more than anything, but you promised it would be something you break in the new year.

You just didn’t expect the answer to change.

“Okay, Tuesday works.”

Your jaw almost drops, but your lips stay in a straight line, slowly curling up. If you’re being honest, you want to scream at the top of your lungs because finally.

“Sweet,” You answer nonchalantly. “I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Sure,” The woman stands from the barstool, a soft smile on her face. One you’re not familiar with, especially directed at you. It’s sincere, and personal that it almost feels like you’re seeing a side that’s been waiting to be shown. There’s something in your chest that blooms. “See you then.”

A small wave from her friend has you returning it back, watching them walk away. You hear giggles, and you know she could never keep her excitement to herself.

It sets in quickly as the door shuts behind the pair, internally fist pumping. All the time and effort finally paid off.

Kim Jennie said yes.

-- --

You laughed at Lisa’s joke, sipping your beer as you leaned against the counter. She was telling a story about how one of her dancers walked in on her changing, ogling a second too long that she ran out of the room. Only things like this would happen to her.

Someone asked a question when she walked in.

You almost dropped your drink because there was no one that had ever caught your attention like she did.

She practically lit up the room, and for some reason, you felt a little lighter. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but this felt pretty damn close.

You played your cool, not wanting to seem too forward, too eager, to talk to her. That didn’t mean your eyes glanced away, they kept searching for her in the room as Jisoo pulled her into whoever they walked by. There were handshakes and hugs, and you wondered where you’d fall.

Your heartbeat lightly thudded on your chest when they were a few feet away. You’d soon get to meet her, and you hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself.

“Jendeukie,” Jisoo fondly called her as they stood in front of you. She introduced your name. You froze when your eyes met her—love at first sight never seemed so close, because you’d have to bet she felt it too.

Whatever it was.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jennie extended her hand out, a shy smile in her face

“Right back at you,” Throwing her a wink as her hand gripped around your palm. You noticed how soft her hand was, small too, but there was something about it that just fit right.

“Oppa! Don’t you dare,” Jisoo slapped your arm enough for your hand to drop Jennie’s. “I refuse to let the mandu be part of your list. Absolutely not.” She shook her head, disapproving already when you hadn’t said more than four words to her.

Jisoo dragged Jennie away before you could respond.

Lisa chuckled next to you, shaking her head. She knew you too well to know you were instantly attracted to the woman. It was obvious on your face. “Please don’t.”

“I’m going to marry her,” You said simply.

Lisa almost spit out her drinking. You weren’t one to mention commitment when you were dating all these women, let alone marriage.

“What?”

“I’m going to marry Jennie,” You shrugged, as if it was for certain, a small smile formed on your face when your eyes met her across the room.

A smile returned.

--

You groaned, frustrated again at Jennie’s rejection. You didn’t understand why she was being difficult. You thought she was interested in you.

“Unnie said no again, huh?” Rosie asked, chuckling as the waiter took away the empty plates.

“I literally don’t get it,” You shook your head at your phone screen, re-reading Jennie’s no. “Does she not like me?”

Rosie rolled her eyes, used to your dramatics. “She probably doesn’t like you the way you do if she’s said no four times already.”

It had been a month since you met Jennie, and you saw her frequently, thanks to Lisa inviting you to come along. At first, you didn’t want to go, but she’d slip in that Jennie would be there too. It was an easy decision to join whatever they did, even though you’d end up taking an insane amount of pictures.

Jennie was shy.

Or, at the very least, shy around you.

You would describe it as ‘shy’ because she hardly interacted with you. You had to approach her first, grasping at straws to have any kind of conversation with her.

You were able to get her number one night after clubbing, mentioning this restaurant that you thought she would like. It was the perfect segue to ask her out, but you later saw on her socials she went with one of her friends. She did, however, message you a thank you for the recommendation.

“I don’t get why you’re trying so hard,” Rosie commented as you pouted at your device. “Jennie’s never had a boyfriend, and sorry if it’s harsh, but I genuinely don’t think you’d be her first serious relationship.”

Something you knew very early on, but you were aware of the effect she had on men and women alike. You witnessed a lot of people ask her out. She entertained it, flirting right in front of you.

It wasn’t like you could say anything. You were just some guy that was around Jennie. You weren’t even sure she considered you a friend.

“You’re right,” You flip your phone over. “It’s probably not meant to be.”

You knew you wouldn’t listen to Rosie. There was something in your gut that told you to keep trying.

It felt inevitable.

--

You were almost at your breaking point. You didn’t know what would push you over the edge, but you were sure it was close.

Jennie said no again.

You offhandedly asked her to dinner after walking her to the train station. You took the opportunity to be alone with her while the others took a car to their respective homes.

You were thankful for your ‘friendship’ that had developed over the past few months. It had gotten to the point where you could hold a conversation, and she wouldn’t look at you with a blank stare. She even sometimes approached you, asking how you were and what was going on in your life.

Yet, you couldn’t figure it out.

Some days she’d always be near you, keeping you within arms reach.

Other days, she’d hardly look your way.

Rosie was also confused by Jennie’s attitude toward you. It took some time, but after a while, over a quick bite after work, she asked you if anything was going on. You couldn’t give her an answer since you were trying to make something happen, but rejection was always the outcome. Rosie didn’t know what was going on. She even went on to tell you that she asked Jennie herself how she felt about you, but she couldn’t get an answer out of her.

You were rolling with the punches at this point.

Christmas was around the corner and you wanted to do coupley things with someone, but the someone you wanted to do it with was making it difficult.

The worst part of hearing another rejection was that you had to see Jennie this evening.

Sana was hosting a holiday get-together slash birthday party before your friends leave to spend the end of the year with their families. She was adamant that you had to go because there was a surprise that you didn’t want to miss. When it came to Sana, you had to be weary. It took a bit of convincing, but you reluctantly said yes when all you wanted to do was stay home and play video games, especially with how work had been going.

Lisa mentioned earlier in the week that Jennie would also be there, which your enthusiasm to be at the same place with her waned these past few weeks. You’d be happy to see her, but at the same time, the no thank you she gave you echoed in your head.

You arrived at Sana’s, knocking on the door as you waited for someone to answer. You heard the sound of conversation on the other side, which meant the party was in full swing. A moment later, Momo opened the door, face lighting up as soon as she saw you.

“Oppa! You made it,” Momo greeted, hugging you briefly before ushering you in. You weren’t used to her being this excited to see you. She usually just gave you a nod, but as soon as you entered, you felt something was up.

“Hi Momo,” You smiled, handing her the bottle of wine Sana demanded you bring as you took your shoes off.

“Go to the kitchen,” Momo nodded encouragingly, the same smile still on her face when you walked in.

This is weird, you thought before doing exactly what she said.

You said your hello’s to a few of your friends, who had the same excitement on their face as you walked by.

You saw Jennie across the room, next to one of her friends, Hyujin, and Jisoo, laughing at something the latter was saying. She looked up as soon as you walked by. You didn’t say anything except shooting her a small smile before reaching the kitchen.

You scanned the room, noting the food and alcohol spread prepared by Sana, before your eyes fell on the back of someone familiar. You couldn’t quite place it, but you saw this person conversing with Sana and Lisa.

Sana shrieked when she realized you were there, halting most, if not all, of the conversations in her apartment.

“Oppa! Come here!” Sana waved you over, and as she did, the person in question turned around and you couldn’t help the grin forming on your face. “Look who it is,” She pointed excitedly.

Mina.

--

Being in the presence of your ex-girlfriend was a pleasant surprise.

You hadn’t seen Mina since she graduated and moved back to Japan. You spoke with her a few times, wishing birthdays mostly, but that was the extent. You kept up with her socials and whatever Sana or Momo would tell you, and from what you gathered, she had been doing great.

She was also still as beautiful as you remembered. Time had made her even more so, that you felt you were in the presence of a goddess.

You told her exactly that, which was met with an eye roll and a cheeky smile.

“Still with the compliments?” Mina shook her head, cheeks turning red as she sipped her wine.

“Never enough for you,” You leaned forward, hand resting on the back of the seat.

To your friends, the witnesses of your relationship, they wouldn’t think anything of it. It was a familiar sight to be close with Mina, regardless of how much time has passed. They knew how hard it was on you when the relationship ended, but everyone knew that it wouldn’t last. She was always meant to go back to Japan. There was an expiration date the moment you decided to be together.

Could you have followed her to Japan? Yes, but would you? Probably not.

You were in love with her, but you were glad you experienced your first heartbreak with her.

It was a lot of catching up, talking about what happened then, in between, and now. Mina was doing well for herself, developing games for one of the country's biggest companies. She lived a simple life, hanging out with her friends and occasionally traveling with her family abroad.

You were proud of who she had become. She wasn’t the same woman you fell in love with all those years ago–shy, reserved–that much was obvious. She was still shy, but there was an air of confidence around her that wasn’t there before. She glowed, smiling at your stories and laughing at your antics. You could tell she was proud of you too.

The topic of relationships came up, which Mina told you candidly that she was seeing someone. His name was Kyo, a bit of a hot-head, but he was only ever like that with his cousins. You were happy she found someone who drew her out of her shell.

In love always looked good on her, even if that meant it wasn’t with you.

“What about you?” Mina placed her wine glass on the counter, the rest of your friends in their own conversations around you. They’d join in, but ultimately left you two in your own space.

“What about me?” You sighed. “I haven’t really dated anyone since you.”

Mina tilted her head, analyzing your face. It was jarring whenever she did that. She always said there were ‘tells’ when you liked someone, even on a superficial level. Having been her friend before you started dating, she could figure out if there was a crush involved.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Mina’s eyes squinted, lip pouting as she took her eyes off you to look behind you. “But then will you tell me why I’ve been on the receiving end of a death glare since you sat down with me?” You almost turned around, but she rushed out, “Don’t.”

“What’re you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow, confused.

“You like someone, and they’re here, aren’t they?”

Leave it to Mina who could always see right through you.

A dejected yes fell from your lips, shoulders dropping as you quietly explained the situation with Jennie. There wasn’t much to say except you had been asking her out for quite some time, but it hadn’t gotten anywhere.

“I don’t know her, but if I had to wager, she probably likes you too.”

There was no way.

Jennie hadn’t come up to you since you arrived. You hadn’t even thought of her until now, too swept up with Mina’s presence .

“Doubtful.”

Mina made a humming sound before changing the subject, not commenting on it anymore. You didn’t have it in you to ask.

--

You waited for the elevator when you heard a set of footsteps approaching you. Your pulse quickened when you saw Jennie and Hyujin walking towards you. You decided to leave the party as soon as Jeongyeon suggested the start of playing games, mainly because you didn’t want to referee disagreements between Jihyo and Nayeon. It somehow always fell on you.

“Hi,” You bowed your head slightly the closer the pair got to you.

Hyujin smiled, giving you a soft hey as she stood next to you. The other woman looked at you with a tight smile before facing the elevator.

“Oh, shit,” Hyujin said after looking through her purse, “I have Jisoo’s keys. I’ll be back. If the elevator comes, I’ll just meet you in the lobby.”

Hyujin took off right as the elevator doors opened. You internally groaned as Jennie walked in, following after her.

Once the elevator door closed, you felt the hairs on your neck stand. The air around you suddenly felt tense, and you didn’t know what to do. You watched the numbers decrease, the elevator descending that it felt like forever being in such close quarters with her.

“How was your night?” Jennie’s voice came out so softly. You almost didn’t hear her.

“Oh, uh, well it was great.”

“Good. I’m glad,” You braced yourself, sensing her next question. “You spent a lot of time talking with Mina-ssi. How do you two know each other?”

“She’s my ex-girlfriend,” You raised your arm to scratch the back of your head. You had no reason to feel embarrassed, but you felt the need to explain yourself. “We dated in school, but broke up because she moved back to Japan. We’re still cordial.”

Jennie turned her head slightly, giving you an inscrutable expression. You still couldn’t figure her out, but if you had to describe it, she looked annoyed.

“Ex-girlfriend?” You didn’t miss the way she emphasized the first part. “It seemed a little cozy between you two.”

You were getting baited, and you fell for it.

“Mina has a boyfriend,” You deadpanned, crossing your arms.

“Sure she does,” Jennie rolled her eyes. “She didn’t act like she had one.”

Whatever she implied, you wouldn’t have any of it. You had always been protective of Mina, and her comment pissed you off.

“You don’t know her, so watch what you’re saying,” You said lowly, eyes glaring as she turned her body to face you.

“If I had a boyfriend, I don’t think he’d like me cozying up with someone that wasn’t him.”

“Why do you care?” You turned, nearly towering over her as she looked up, “Why do you care what Mina does? Wait, I think the better question is, why do you care what I do?”

Jennie scoffed, shaking her head, “I don’t know how that relates to anything-”

“I know you were staring at us when we spoke. Mina felt it across the room,” You cut her off. You took a small step forward, invading her space when you heard her breath hitch. “Jealous?” You grinned as her eyes widened.

The elevator ringing broke whatever trance you two were in. You stepped back, giving Jennie space as you watched her shake her head.

“Goodnight Jennie. I’ll see you around,” You say quietly, nodding as you walk away.

You didn’t know what the hell that was, but you didn’t look back. Your thoughts were in a mess because you saw a glimpse of how Jennie felt.

You couldn’t get your hopes up again.

-- --

“Just checking in,” The waitress serving your table is here again, for the fourth time. “Your date will be arriving soon, yes?”

“Yes,” You lie because you haven’t heard from Jennie since this morning to confirm the time and location. “She’s stuck in some bad traffic.”

The waitress nods politely, walking away before she stands among her colleagues. They whisper something, shooting you pitiful looks and it adds to the sting of how the night’s unfolding.

Jennie’s late.

Today is also her birthday, which you were completely unaware of.

The only reason you know is because later in the morning, while checking your socials, Lisa posted a picture of a birthday greeting to Jennie. You immediately called Rosie to make sure, uncaring that you woke her up in the middle of the night since she was in Australia. She hung up as soon as she said yes.

You didn’t think Jennie would want to spend part of her birthday with you, of all people. You also didn’t think she wouldn’t share this piece of information with you. Your mistake for not knowing it was her birthday because she only ever said it was at the beginning of the year. Sure, you could have asked for an exact date, but still.

This wasn’t how you expected things to go.

Things were weird between you and Jennie after Sana’s party. You didn’t bother meeting with them when Lisa invited you. You had to clear your head because all these mixed signals from Jennie were throwing you off. If you were in the same vicinity, especially with the not-tense exchange in the elevator, you were sure you’d say something you’d regret. You were still surprised she didn’t slap you for what you said. It was warranted.

You saw her right before the year ended, and things were the same–in a way.

You still spoke to each other the same, but there was something between you that you couldn’t ignore. She felt it too. There was some truth to what you said, even if it was very little, because she acted very much like a jealous girlfriend. You contemplated talking to Lisa about it, someone who gave reasonable advice, but opted not to because Lisa had been trying to get you two together, that it would make her try harder.

Jennie was more guarded than when you first met her. She was still polite and open to talking to you, but you got the impression there was more she wanted to say. She never did, leaving you to wonder.

Then, you happened to be meeting Jinseok and Habin for drinks after work when you saw Jennie sitting alone at the bar. You didn’t want to say hello, but something compelled you to. When you approached, Jennie’s face lit up in surprise, but a small smile formed. You made small talk, asking about her day and what she was doing there, which she said she was waiting for Hyujin in the ladies’ room before they went off to dinner.

You couldn’t help yourself from asking will you go on a date with me, but the words fell from your mouth. You froze, realizing that you didn’t intend to ask her out again, but it happened and she actually agreed.

Jennie chose today as the day, but she’s not even here. You were losing hope that she was even going to show since she’s thirty minutes late. The sympathetic looks you’re receiving from the staff has you feeling low.

You fold the napkin on your lap, placing it on the table. You couldn’t wait anymore, chalking this date as a fluke. She probably didn’t mean to say yes.

When you turn to wave your waitress over, you’re met with the sight of Jennie rushing towards you. She pants, out of breath, once she reaches the table, shaking her head.

“I’m so sorry,” You hear her say, watching her lean on the chair. “My phone died as I was leaving my place, and there was traffic because of the snow.”

You lower your hand, giving her an understanding nod. It didn’t matter if she was another thirty minutes late. None of that matters now because she was always going to show up.

“Happy birthday, Jen,” You say softly, standing to help her take her coat off.

She gives you the brightest smile, which has you absolutely giddy.

--

It’s getting late, but no one in the restaurant seems to mind. It’s practically empty except for a couple of the staff–your waitress included–as they begin setting up to close. You assume they wanted to see how the night would pan out.

This has been the best date you’ve ever been on, and you hope that there’s another and another.

It’s different being with Jennie like this.

You’re so used to being with her with other people around, that being alone with her made you nervous you wouldn’t have anything to talk about. Surprisingly, you had a lot to talk about. She’s much more open with you, telling you about her day and how her coworkers held her up after work to ask more details about the date she was going on. You teased her, which she took in stride because it was a big deal she had a date. She explained she didn’t talk that much about her private life, but it slipped out that she had plans with someone–a man of all people–to celebrate her birthday.

“I didn’t even know it was your birthday. I found out through Lisa’s post.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to think it was a big deal.”

It is a big deal that you’re spending part of her birthday with her, and she knows it. She’s making a statement, and you think you’re understanding it correctly.

You’re also learning Jennie’s much more expressive than she lets on. She’s generally cool and collected, smiling at the right times, when she’s around you and her friends. She’s animated when she tells you about herself, what she likes, dislikes, and how she cried watching a recent drama because it was so sweet. You’ve watched her expressions change throughout the night as she tells you things you’ve never heard about her.

“You didn’t have to pay,” Jennie looks away when the waitress picks up the bill, your card tucked in between the folds. “I’m still sorry for being late.”

“It’s fine,” You wave her off. You planned to pay anyway, regardless if it was her birthday or not. You cared the most about Jennie showing up. She scared you a bit running late, but she’s here.

“You say it is, but I feel terrible about it,” You can tell she means it. “I didn’t want you to be upset.”

“Jennie,” You say softly, reaching for her hand on the table, hoping it wouldn’t be too much. She doesn’t flinch, thankfully. “It’s okay. You’re here. I’m honored you wanted to spend part of today with me.”

“Still,” Jennie pouts, and it makes you want to kiss it away.

“Answer me this then,” You rub the back of her hand with your thumb, “Why’d you finally say yes? I’ve been asking you out for months.”

You can see the wheels turning in her head as she formulates an answer. The waitress is back with the paid bill, giving her time to think of a response as you sign. Once you shut the book, you wait expectantly.

Jennie sighs, this time reaching for your hand, absentmindedly playing with your fingers, “I couldn’t really give you an answer. I’ve seen how you interact with girls and Jisoo-unnie has been in my ear about how you’re a player and not good to women. She even went as far to call you a pig,” You couldn’t stop the eyeroll if you wanted to, which Jennie doesn’t miss. “But after seeing how you were with Mina, it’d made me think Jisoo’s wrong, and that it’d be nice to be with you like that.”

“So you were jealous,” You smirk behind your wine glass. Jennie pinches your skin, but quickly soothes the area with her finger.

“I wouldn’t call it jealousy,” Jennie shakes her head, adding, “I don’t get jealous.”

“Sure.” She’s in denial, but this is still too new for you to start joking with her like that–whatever this is.

“Anyways, I saw a side of you I’ve never seen,” Jennie’s gaze meets yours. “I just thought that could be with me.”

You take a moment to process everything she said, but it’s all jumbled with how she’s looking at you.

The only thought you have right now is that you want to kiss her.

--

“Jennie,” You groan as your back hits the doorknob, metal digging into your body as she presses herself against you.

“What?” Jennie murmurs against your lips, hands swiftly moving to unbutton your coat, shrugging the article of clothing down your shoulders before it hits the hardwood floor.

“We don’t have to do anything,” You moan out after her teeth bite gently on your bottom lip.

You didn’t think the night would end like this.

You offered her a ride home since you drove, and you didn’t exactly trust a stranger since it was late. She declined at first because she lived on the other side of the city, and she didn’t want you to go out of your way. She relented after assuring her that you wanted to, adding sweetly that it was making up for the time spent waiting for her.

You couldn’t explain it, but something shifted once you entered the car. The tension was palpable that you couldn’t do anything but focus on the road. At one point, Jennie took your hand and placed it on her thigh. Her fingers played with your hand, lightly brushing over your skin that had your body shivering underneath her touch.

If Jennie noticed your internal struggle, she didn’t say anything. She kept on talking as if your body wasn’t having a visceral reaction.

As soon as you parked in the driveway, shutting the car off, Jennie turned to you, fingers interlaced, “Do you want to come inside?”

You berated yourself for making a simple question sound so dirty, but you nodded dumbly as Jennie smiled. She let go of your hand and turned away to open the car door. You hurried out of the car to get the door for her, which you were able to open it enough for her to stand up. When you shut the door, she leaned against the car, looking up at you.

Neither of you moved, but all of a sudden, her lips were on yours and your hand shot out to grip the car frame. Her arms encircled around your neck, pulling your body flush against hers. You heard the soft moan as your tongue grazed her bottom lip, automatically granting you access that ignites a fire.

You thought of your first kiss with Jennie in your head multiple times, but the reality was so much better. Her lips were soft, but demanding, as the months leading up this moment boiled over. You felt all the pent up energy in your body leave as your tongues wrestled in a frenzy.

Jennie pulled away, breaking the kiss, as her hand found its way on your chest to gently push you off. You didn’t say anything as she dragged you towards the entrance, dazed from the kiss.

You probably should have paid more attention to your surroundings, but you wrapped your arms around Jennie as she inserted the key into the lock, making sure she knew exactly how she made you feel.

Once the door opened, Jennie pounced.

“I know we don’t,” Jennie tears her lips off yours, trailing kisses on your jaw. “I want you.”

“Are you sure?” Your control’s slipping when she sucks lightly on your neck. You want her, that much was obvious. You also want her in the morning and the next.

“Yes, and before you ask again, yes,” Jennie leans back to look at you, giving you a small nod that she feels the same.

You’re about to say something when Jennie drops to her knees, hands unbuckling your belt and untucking your dress shirt. Your head falls back, hitting the door as she quickly undoes the button.

“I want,” You try to get out but Jennie palms you through your briefs, “To go out again.”

“We will,” Jennie nods, slipping her hand underneath the waistband before a soft fist encircles around your cock. “You’re bigger than I imagined,” She comments as she strokes you slowly.

It goes straight to your head as she frees you from the confines of the fabric, shrugging your pants down mid-thigh. You watch her eyes widen as she sees your cock up close.

“Jennie,” You grit out, the sight of your cock over her face has you losing your balance. You’re thankful the door’s holding you upright.

Jennie gives you an innocent look before her next move has her everything but. She pokes her tongue, flicking your tip, that has you pressing your weight against the door. Your hands ball into a fist as you watch her kiss all over your cock. She licks up and down, swirling over the tip, and you can’t help the guttural groan leaving your body as her lips wrap around the head.

That’s when you knew you were in trouble.

You’re entranced as Jennie slowly takes more of you inside her mouth. You could cum right then and there, and you almost do the moment your tip touches her throat. She coughs slightly, pulling back for air.

“I don’t think I could take you right now,” Jennie whispers, gaze locked on you while her hands don’t remain idle.

“Practice makes perfect,” You quip, ignoring the tension in your stomach as her mouth engulfs you again. Her cheeks hollow out, the suction causing your eyes to roll back. “You’re so good.”

“Am I?” Your cock’s out of her mouth, a resounding pop echoes through the house.

“Yes,” You nod, bringing a gentle hand to thread through her locks. Her expression darkens, eyes filled with lust that has you wondering how far you could go. “So good.”

Jennie raises herself, keeping her hand around your cock. You gulp when she leans against you, breath against your lips, “As much as I’d like to drain you with my mouth, which I will at some point, I need this,” She squeezes your cock, the pain never felt so good, “Inside me.”

You can’t do anything but nod. Jennie literally has you in the palm of her hands, and if she wanted you to fuck her, who are you to say no?

--

You’re doing everything you possibly can to not snap your hips forward. You’ve resorted to doing mental math because the sensation of Jennie’s pussy wrapped around your cock has your head(s) spinning.

Her walls pulse as your length sinks deeper into her. You couldn’t ignore the sounds falling from her mouth, the soft moans and breathy sighs as her body takes you in.

It isn’t without preparation because you spent a fair amount of time in between her legs. You might’ve gotten drunk on her taste, that she had to physically pull you off from overstimulation. You didn’t know how many times she came, but it was evident on your face and the bedsheet.

“You’re too big,” Jennie pants out, hands wrapped around your wrist, gripping tightly that her nails dig into your skin.

“We can stop,” It pains you to say that, but you don’t want to hurt her.

Jennie frantically shakes her head, biting her lip, “No no no. I want it, please.”

“Baby,” The nickname leaves your mouth easily, and her pussy twitches, “Just breathe.”

Her grip loosens as you watch her chest rise slowly before expelling a long breath. Your jaw clenches as you feel your cock slide in more, and you shouldn’t have glanced down.

It’s absolutely filthy the way she sucks you in. You’re over halfway in, and you genuinely didn’t know if you’d be able to last.

“Kiss me.”

You bring your lips down, distracting her and yourself. She moans into your mouth, greedily swallowing every sound and breath as she wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling you deeper into her body.

“Fuck,” Jennie’s head snaps back, tearing her lips away as her little move brings all of you in.

You swear you feel something leave your body, whether it was your impending orgasm or your soul, you didn’t know. All you know is that having Jennie wrapped around you—tight, wet, and hot—has you burying your face in the crook of her neck.

“You feel so good,” You groan against her skin, pussy tightening at the praise. “Jennie,” You choke out.

“Tell me I’m good,” Jennie commands quietly, and there’s a shift in the air, something you’ve never experienced with any of the women you’ve been with—something darker.

“Who said you were?” You taunt, nipping softly at her ear.

“You don’t think so?” Jennie plays dirty, wrapping her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper into her that has both of you sucking in a breath.

“That definitely wasn’t good,” You grit out as you subtly shift your hips, eyes rolling back as she chuckles.

“I’m sure you could make me,” She kisses you sweetly on the cheek before saying, “You know you want to.”

Things go downhill, or uphill, depending on how you look at it.

In that very moment, her words break something inside you, unleashing the control you tried so hard to keep. You don’t give her, or yourself, any notice when you slide your length out, keeping your tip snug between her lips before thrusting back in, her body jolting at the movement.

“God, yes,” Jennie moans, her limbs hugging you tighter to her body as you start bucking into her, hands sliding underneath her small frame.

You’re not sure if you black out, but the only thing spurring you on is Jennie’s moans and breath on the side of your face as you pump in and out of her slick. You thought it would be difficult, given how long it took for her to take you, but as you move easily within her body, thrusting and rolling your hips to hit that spot inside of her. It’s like she was made for you.

“Jen,” You don’t recognize your voice after a particularly hard thrust and squeeze from her, signaling that you were close.

“That fast?” You don’t need to see her face to know she’s smirking, but it’s a façade. The way she’s pulsing around you proves she’s right there with you.

“You feel so fucking good,” And her pussy reacts, squeezing as her breath hitches, nails scratching down your back. “You like hearing that, huh? Be good for me, baby.”

It happens suddenly, knocking the wind out of you as Jennie’s body seizes, back arching, chest pushed against yours when she screams. A gush of wetness covers you as her orgasm rips through her body, triggering yours that you had no time to pull out. You capture her lips, groaning as you paint her insides white, hips stuttering as her walls throb—pulse—along your cock.

Jennie whines as her wombs fill with your essence, moaning, whispering how good it feels inside her. She rocks her hips, making sure she milks you dry before her limbs sprawl out on the bed.

You’re usually not this reckless, especially when it comes to sex. You tend to use protection, but that seemed to go out the window. Jennie was too determined, too tempting, too hot that it didn’t cross your mind—at all.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You mutter, pulling quickly out as your lust-filled mind clears. Jennie lets out a small gasp. “Fuck I’m so sorry.”

“What? Hey, where are you going?!” Jennie’s legs try to wrap around you before you step away, but you’re quicker.

“We didn’t use protection,” You say harshly, shaking your head at your carelessness.

“Okay? And?” Jennie sits up as you start pacing back and forth in front of her. “I’m clean and on the pill. Are you?”

“Of course I am. I get tested regularly,” You roll your eyes, slightly offended by her accusation.

“Okay, so we’re fine. If I wanted to use a condom, I would’ve made you put one on, so can you just come back to bed. You’re stressing over literally nothing,” Jennie reaches for your arm, pulling you to stand in front of her. “It was great,” She places a soft kiss on your stomach, peering up at you. “Lay with me.”

Jennie’s stronger than she lets on, pulling you down to lay next to her. She rests her head on your chest, locking a leg over yours so you have nowhere to go. It calms you, being wrapped around by her. You sigh contentedly as her finger absentmindedly traces over your abdomen.

“You know,” Jennie says quietly, “I’m sorry for how I’ve been with you since the day we met.”

“You had your reservations, it’s understandable,” You place a soft kiss on her forehead. “But I swear that I’m not that much of a fuckboy as Jisoo makes me out to be.”

Jennie chuckles, shaking her head, “I see that. I do. I think I can trust you.”

“Are you saying you want to be my girlfriend? One date was all it took?” You tease, earning a light slap.

“Maybe take me out some more, and I can see us being together,” Jennie kisses underneath your jaw.

Something blooms in your chest, that same feeling you had when you first saw Jennie all those months ago. It’s scary to feel this strongly about her so quickly, but you’ll lean into the feeling because whether you want to or not, you know you’ll fall in love with her.

If you haven’t already.

“And with how you are in bed,” Jennie murmurs against your skin, “I’m not entirely keen on sharing you with anyone.”

You don’t plan on being with anyone else after her because there’s something there that only she could get to.

Instead of being all sweet and romantic, you opt to respond with a joke, “So you are the jealous type.”

“Possessive might be a better word,” Jennie whispers seductively. “I’m sure it would take very little from me to make you mine.”

“Do I want to be yours?” You quip, rubbing her skin softly.

“I’m sure I could convince you,” Jennie mumbles, kissing you sweetly one last time before she climbs on top of you. “Right?” Her eyes narrow as she subtly grinds along your cock, waking at the movement.

“Maybe,” You nod, eyes locked on her as she smirks.

“Can you go again? Or do you need a break?” Jennie bends forward, meeting your lips with hers. She dips her tongue into your mouth and you moan softly against her.

“I might need some help,” You say sheepishly as she giggles.

“I want you in my mouth anyways,” Jennie murmurs, trailing her lips down your neck as she shifts her body. “I’ll be good.”

And fuck you know she will be.

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“I love you,” Jennie drunkenly mumbles against your lips, wrapping her arms around your neck as she tries to deepen the kiss.

“Baby,” You smile, trying to keep this kiss as PG as possible given you’re at a club with all of your friends.

“I do,” Jennie pulls away, pouting.

That’s the thing you’ve learned about Jennie these past few months. She doesn’t talk about her feelings a lot, but when she does, it’s one of the things you love the most about her.

And yes, you love her. You’re in love with her. You told her after three months of making it official. She didn’t say it back, nor did you expect to. She keeps her feelings to herself, only sharing them with her closest friends. As time went on, she opened up, telling you how she felt in not so many words, but enough to know she was falling for you, hard.

“I love you too, Jen,” You grin, watching her roll her eyes underneath the strobe lights.

“You’re not hearing me, I love you,” Jennie crosses her arms. “Like I’m in love with you.”

Oh.

“You’re drunk,” You shake your head because her telling you she’s in love with you, drunk, in the club, with all your friends around, wasn’t how you expected this confession.

“I am,” Jennie nods, scooting closer to you enough to swing her legs over yours. “But I know what I’m saying and I’m in love with you.”

“You’ll tell me again in the morning?” You raise an eyebrow, not wanting to get your hopes up.

Jennie nods, leaning forward to kiss you again. “I’ll show you just how much I love you till then.”

You tap her legs, moving them away, before standing up. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Jennie asks as you pull her up, interlacing your fingers together.

“Home,” You say simply, and she gives you the brightest smile before nodding.

“Make me cum tonight, yeah?” Jennie whispers seductively in your ear.

Like you won’t.

--

You’ve always been a light sleeper, and when you feel the bed dip, you wake up slowly. You watch Jennie slip on your shirt, feet padding into the bathroom.

Last night was intense in the best kind of way.

Jennie showed you exactly how much she loved you by the way she rode you until you came inside her. She wouldn’t let you rest, keeping your cock inside of her until you got hard again. She begged you to keep fucking her, the word daddy got thrown around, and that was it for you.

Right before she came, she told you she loved you again and you let her come around your cock as you fucked her from behind, thrusting inside of her before you met your release.

Jennie’s back in the room, sliding underneath the blanket before snuggling into your side. “I know you’re awake.”

“What gave me away?” You ask, clearing your throat when you realize your voice is thick with sleep.

“You always wake up whenever I leave the bed,” Jennie murmurs.

“Can’t help that I miss you as soon as you go.”

“Such a sweet talker,” Jennie giggles, “But I do have something to tell you.”

You wait, giving her the time she needs to gather her thoughts.

Jennie lets out a shaky breath before looking at you, “I love you. Like I’m in love with you, and you know that I’m not really someone who expresses my feelings, but yeah I’m in love with you. I think I was always going to since the day I met you.”

You smile, closing your eyes contentedly. “Thanks.”

“What?” Jennie slaps your chest. “Say it back!”

“I love you, Jen,” You open one eye, “You’ve known this.”

“I know,” Jennie huffs, slapping your chest again. “But still.”

“Careful, I don’t need you getting all soft on me now,” You tease and she huffs against your neck.

You might be joking, but you know how serious Jennie’s being. She’s never had a relationship, and you feel some pressure being her first. It’s not enough to have you running because you want to make this work.

She is, after all, the woman you’re going to marry.

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[suplicyy]

[Prompt Series pt.1] Tsukishima helping you with your hair

Summary — Tsukishima helping the reader dry and brush their hair after a shower.

— Fluff

— Gn!Reader

— Implied reader with hair below shoulders!!

This week was especially tiring for the two of you, his training getting more and more intense, and you being super busy with your own club. And since today is Saturday, Tsukishima will sleep at your house and spend the next day resting by your side.

You were now in your room, well... it was actually just he who was in your room, you were taking a shower while he waited for you to come out of the bathroom. While waiting for you, Tsukishima's mind was a little hazy.

Because there's one thing that the blonde can't get out of his head: your hair.

No matter how busy you are or how busy your day is, your hair always looks flawless. You are someone who is very vain about your own appearance, but you always took extra care with your hair. Just looking at you the people can tell how soft your hair is, plus it always has a shine that would blind anyone who looked at you.

And Tsukishima noticed it too.

He doesn't know if it's due to neediness or the lack of attention you've been receiving from each other due to your busy schedule, but he's felt like just lying down with you and burying his face in your hair, smelling your mesmerizing shampoo. But of course he would never admit that to you, it's Tsukishima after all.

His thoughts are interrupted when you enter the room, heading towards your desk. "Tsukki, help me find my hairbrush please, I can't find it anywhere..." You say looking at him with a pout, frustrated that you couldn't find what you wanted. He nods his head in confirmation, and helps you look for your hairbrush; It didn't take long to find the blessed thing that was hidden at the bottom of a drawer, so Tsukishima hands it to you. "Thanks Tsukki!!" you say in an excited tone, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, which soon turns a light shade of pink.

You then turn around to start combing your hair, an act that Tsukishima watches closely. From the ends to the top of your head, you untangle the small knots that have accumulated in your hair.

"Do you...want help?"

You turn around in surprise, looking at the boy with his head down, not making eye contact with you. "What?" you ask curiously, your mind too tired to process the reason for the question.

"Your hair... you want me to help you?" you watch him say this with a light blush on his cheek. You are surprised, but soon your expression softens with a sweet smile. And without saying anything, you approach him and with a gesture you ask him to extend his hand; and when he does, you put your hairbrush in his hands and sit next to him on the bed, turning your back to him.

He then tries to copy the way you were brushing your hair previously, taking a section and combing it from the bottom up gently. As he repeats the process on other parts of your hair, he notices how soft it is to the touch, the softness being the result of a long hydration that you did before going to the shower

When he finishes combing your hair, Tsukishima notices that your wet hair resting on your shoulders is dripping, seeing as you hadn't dried it yet. Then without saying anything, he gets up and goes towards your closet, taking one of your dry towels. And gently, he dries the ends of your hair; and as soon as he finishes, he sets the towel aside and places a small kiss on the top of your head, making you blush.

"Tsukki, are you by any chance sick?"

"Of course not, why?"

"It's just that you're being so affectionate with me today." you say in a teasing tone, laughing lightly.

"...Aren't you going to apply that hair cream you always use?" He says trying to divert the topic.

You notice that he avoided your question and laugh lightly, but you don't bring up the subject again. "I only use it when I go out, it's good to leave my hair without the cream sometimes, so it can rest a little." He responds with a small "um" as he hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

You close your eyes, enjoying the light moment of affection that the two of you rarely experience, since Tsukishima is not someone that affectionate.

But little do you know that from that day on, this little moment would become a routine to escape the tiring days both of you spend.

A/N — Hey guys!! In case any of you haven't seen my previous post, I'll explain what I'm planning to do:

I'm getting random fanfic prompts through a website, and random characters that are chosen from a roulette wheel. And then I'll put together the chosen prompt + chosen character, and make a fanfic out of that.

I'm mainly doing this to improve my writing here, so there's no set deadline/maximum number of fanfics I can make. And if I win a request, I will prioritize making the request above anything else I write!!

Anyway, I hope you liked it!! And I'm sorry if it wasn't so good...😭😭

— Prompt chosen for this post: Person A helping Person B dry and brush their hair after a shower.

[Prompt Series Masterlist]

[princessbrunette]

omggg i adore kitty!reader so much shes so !! me !!! how do u think jayj would put her in her place … i feel like whenever shes having her mini tantrums people get equally as frustrated bc she gets feisty but jj has like .. magic on him or something 💭

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you’d been in a bad mood since coming home from work. bartending wasn’t for the weak, especially when the locals constantly harassed you and berated your drink pouring skills — which was mostly put down to being a woman. by the time you get back to jj’s empty house, the blonde sat on his messy porch with a bottle of beer when you got back — you had quite the attitude.

“if it ain’t my favourite bartender. how’s m’girl, come over here.” he opens his arms and you storm right past making his brows shoot up, lips pressed together as he adjusts his cap. “alrighty, guess someone’s in a mood.” he pushes up onto his feet, swaggering in through the open door.

“‘somethin’ happen? what’s up?” he calls after you, spotting you in the kitchen angrily opening and closing cupboard doors as you try to make yourself something to eat.

“where is my plate?” you demand, clearly frustrated. he blinks, thinking back to your special plate that you always ate off. some cutesy antique thing you found at a yard sale, a beloved item of yours. he silently winces, eyeing it sat in the sink, soaking in bubbles.

“yeah uh, so basically i ate my lunch off it ‘cus i forgot to do the dishes, uh — again. that’s my bad. i got paper plates you can use? great thing about those is that when you’re done with ‘em you don’t gotta wash ‘em. you just throw ‘em away. makes me wonder why we even buy regular plates in the first pl—”

“no i don’t want a paper plate jj j want my plate! i just want to eat my food and— and you’re here just— just—” you explode, still refusing to offer him even a glance as you continue hunting for something to eat your leftovers off.

“hey, hey— put them claws away kittycat. no need for that. c’mon pretty girl where’s that smile?”

you spin around, fists balled at your side, tears of anger in your eyes.

“dont tell me to smile! go away!” you yell before turning away with a loud huff. jj drops his head down, tongue in his cheek as he nods, thinking for a moment before approaching slowly.

“easy, alright? you’re not gonna take that tone with me, mama i’m on your side.” as he speaks, you feel the warmth of his front press to your back, an arm cautiously sliding around your waist to keep you stable. his other arm snakes around your neck, pulling you into a light headlock, just enough pressure to ground you. he lowers his head to talk into your ear as you stare directly at the cabinet, already melting a little against him. “you wanna talk ‘bout your day? y’already know i’m all ears baby. but you gotta watch that attitude, yeah? you’re home now, i’m here. just… dial it back.”

there’s some silence, and you nod — releasing a shaky breath as you feel some of the grossness from your day leave your body. “uh-huh, that’s all you needed wasn’t it babydoll? needed to be told. that’s okay, i get it.” he kisses your temple before removing his arm from your neck, using both hands to squeeze your waist and turn you around.

the gaze he receives from you is nothing short of guilty, doll-like eyes blinking up at him slowly as you take deep breaths. “now what you’re gonna do, is sit that cute lil ass down and let me fix you up a plate. you’re gonna eat that shit, then, you’re gonna talk to me about your day,” he walks you backwards until your legs hit the chair at the table and you drop down to sit in it. he leans forward, hands cupping your cheeks. “and after that, oh i’mma fuck the shit out of you. like, you’re not even gonna remember what day of the week it is— let alone what shitty customers ran their mouth at you today. that sound good?”

“yes, jj.” you respond, pupils pretty much taking up your whole eye like an entertained kitten.

“thats what i like to hear, ma’am. alright, wait there. i got you.”

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[cl3fairyyy]

hide and seek || edward nashton / the riddler x fem reader (nsfw !) ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

summary || your sex life recently with edward has been non existent. with him being so focused on his plans for gotham, you have found your needs being neglected. you decide to take initiative and plan a fun game for edward while he's at work.

warnings || SMUT!! there is plot but this is pretty much straight up porn lol. reader and edward role-play a kidnapping scenario but everything is consensual!! slapping, restraints, degradation, light knife play, overstimulation, p in v, pussy eating, choking, hunting(?kind of?), (fake) threats of violence, mentions of stalking, the suit stays ON during sex, some weird purity/ corruption stuff in this idk i think a demon possessed me halfway through writing this. minors please do not interact!!

word count || 4k i did not mean for it to be this long oopsie!!

notes || i haven't written smut in a LONG time so i am so sorry if this is straight up garbage pls go easy on me. recently reread year one and im seriously going insane the hyperfixation is so back guys. i love writing edward so much especially when it comes to writing some nasty porn about him LOL. i srsly had no idea how to end this so its kinda bad sorry D:

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In recent months, you have found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. For the longest time, you haven’t had the faintest idea of what has been causing this, and that has caused it to manifest itself in various ways throughout your everyday life. You have found yourself much more easily annoyed by the most minor inconveniences, and have had repeated warnings at work to stop arguing with customers over the pettiest of matters. 

One afternoon in late November, whilst attempting to share in your boyfriend’s body heat on the sofa of your freezing living room, watching the news and listening to him ramble about finally ‘revealing the truth,’ it hits you. 

Edward hasn’t fucked you in months. 

Even before this change, you didn’t have the most active sex life- you were both too busy holding down your day jobs whilst simultaneously investigating the corruption poorly concealed beneath Gotham’s cobbled streets. Still, you’d find the time every other week or so to take care of each other. 

You love having sex with Edward; he’s so gentle with you, handling you like a precious gem that will shatter if dropped. He always makes sure your needs are met before he even thinks of himself, worshipping your body with an obsession akin to a deeply faithful Catholic’s love for Christ himself.  

But sometimes... it can get boring. Not as boring as not having sex at all, but boring enough that you often find yourself lying awake at night, longing for Edward to keep up his Riddler persona for just a little while longer after he arrives home from doing whatever he does to have the coppery scent of blood soaking into the walls of your small apartment. 

You know your frustration will only worsen the longer you go without having sex, so you decide to do a small experiment. 

You take the next few days off work, pretending to be sick, and Edward, usually ever attentive to your every need, your Edward, who begins panicking if you all but sniffle the wrong way, barely notices. With your theory proven that his work has been turning him into someone who is evidently not your sweet Edward, you begin doing everything you can for even an ounce of attention from him. You give him shoulder massages after he returns home from a long day at work, cook him his favourite meals, run baths for him, at some point it evolves into you all but throwing yourself at him, and you have to take a step back to reevaluate your approach. Being that desperate for sex is not a good look, especially when your boyfriend is completely oblivious to how horny you are.  

You decide you need to formulate a plan to force him to focus on you. 

It starts with the lingerie. You scour the shopping apps on your phone for an embarrassingly long time, trying to find something perfect. You eventually come across a pretty lilac set, its sheer mesh bra framed with soft ruffles and feminine frills to accentuate your chest, and immediately order it, even begrudgingly spending a little extra for next day delivery. 

The next step of your plan is to come up with a simple puzzle, something stimulating but still to the point- you're so horny that you know the next time you’re in a room with Edward while he still has that Riddler costume on, it’s going to take some real self-restraint to stop yourself from ripping it off him.  

The final step of your plan is waiting for the perfect moment to put everything into action. You realise it isn’t the most complicated or glamorous scheme to ever exist, but if it manages to work and allows you to finally get some action, you won’t be complaining.  

One evening, when it’s well past 5pm, and definitely well past the time Edward should have been home from the office, you get a text from your beloved. 

hi honey, moved tuesday’s plans forward to today. got an opening with savage and cant miss it. will be home late- ill pick up food on my way back. love you. 

we’re finally making some REAL change : ) 

You almost leap out of your chair with excitement, rushing around the apartment to make sure everything is in place for your little game of hide and seek. 

When Edward finally returns home, the apartment is dark- it’s well past 11pm, so he figures you’re in bed. He sighs, setting down the takeaway bag on the coffee table and calling out your name, pausing when you don’t answer. You always wait up for him when he’s running his late-night ‘errands.’ When he thinks about it more, he realises you didn’t even text him back earlier this evening; you’ve been sick, too- what if you collapsed, or had complications, or worse?  

Before he can begin panicking, he finally notices the lit candle on the kitchen counter. Next to it is a piece of paper, which Edward gingerly picks up with shaking hands, reading the five words scrawled across it. 

‘Dear Riddler, 

Come find me.’ 

Confusion clouds Edward’s mind for a moment before he realises that he’s reading your handwriting, and the sweet flowery scent giving him a headache is his favourite perfume of yours. He stands still for a moment, rereading the note as the familiar feeling of want begins to curl in his lower belly. You’ve never actually addressed him as the Riddler before. 

He definitely likes it. 

You crouch uncomfortably in your hiding space beneath the dining table, straining your ears against the silence of the apartment as you try to gauge how Edward has taken your little game based off his breathing. You hear the rustling of fabric and the sound of something zipping up, and realise he must’ve slipped his jacket and mask back on because his breaths are definitely muffled now.  

He begins taking slow, deliberate steps around the apartment, his combat boots loudly thudding on the wooden floorboards as he does so. You suddenly feel very vulnerable in only your undergarments and wonder if this is how his victims must feel, a thrill tingling deliciously up your spine. 

You shift a little in your spot, trying to find a way to crouch comfortably while also remaining out of sight. Your heart pounds so hard in anticipation of being spotted that you’re sure Edward can hear it, especially when his footsteps begin to head towards your hiding spot.  

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep the sound of your breathing to an absolute minimum; the silence in your apartment is deafening and, for the first time in all the years you have known him, you begin to feel almost weary of Edward’s presence. In this moment, you’re not just Edward’s partner. 

You’re his prey. 

So wrapped up in your own mind, you don’t hear Edward’s footsteps behind you. You feel two strong, gloved hands grab your hips and rip you out of your thoughts. You squeal giddily as Edward throws you onto the wooden dining table, biting your lip to stifle the giggles that threaten to spill out. 

Edward looms over you, his glasses glinting in the moonlight that seeps into the apartment through the cracks in the blinds. He is completely silent, save for the heavy breaths muffled by his mask. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and raspy, and the sound of it sends tiny shivers of excitement up your arms. 

“I’ve been watching you for so long. Every move you make, I’ve followed from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch you up. Do you know how hard it’s been? Hearing your pathetic whimpers while you fuck yourself every night, and having to wait until it’s me making you unravel? But now I have you here, all to myself, and no one is around to save you.” 

The sight of him like this, so indescribably large compared to you, looking down on you like a lion that has captured its prey and is about to rip it to shreds- it sends sparks of arousal through you that pool in your sheer underwear. You look up at Edward through your eyelashes, smiling innocently. 

“Looks like you caught me.” 

With that, he drags you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he heads towards your bedroom. Your face burns, unsure of when or how he got so strong, and the anticipation of what he is about to do to you sends tingles of delight down your spine. 

Edward throws you carelessly onto the bed before straddling you. He wordlessly grasps your wrists in one gloved hand, holding them above your head while he rips off a piece of duct tape from the roll that dangles from his belt, and binds them together securely. He subtly tilts his head to the side, and you can read him so well at this point that you know he’s asking if your restraints are too tight. You shake your head, and he immediately melts back into character, sweeping his gaze down your exposed body predatorily.  

His gloved hands reach forward, roughly groping your breasts, pinching and rolling your clothed nipples between his fingers. You squeak, writhing beneath him, deciding to put on a bit of a show with it. 

“P... please, don’t...” you whimper pathetically, bucking your hips into his. You hear him groan under his breath above you, removing one hand from your chest to grip your chin harshly, squishing your cheeks together. “Shut up.” His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks, a complete contrast to the sweet voice Edward usually addresses you with. “You’re trapped here, and no one is coming for you. You can scream as loud as you want, it won’t make a difference.” 

“You’re so pitiful, dressed up like one of those whores on the street just to get my attention.” He breathes out slowly, slipping a gloved finger beneath your bra to massage your nipple. “I can’t say it hasn’t worked, but a whore is still a whore. You need to be cleansed, like the rest of the filth in this city, and the only person willing to do that is me. That’s why,” he pauses, the hand gripping your chin roughly yanking your mouth open as he leans over you, pulling up his mask slightly and spitting in your mouth, “you will take everything I give to you like a grateful little bitch.” 

He slaps your face, hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise, and you swallow the mixture of your saliva and his. You can’t stop the moan that slips out from between your parted lips, and he locks eyes with you, his pupils blown so wide with arousal that his eyes appear completely black in the low light. He leans forward again, pulling up his mask, and harshly kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his knee forces your legs apart. You whimper when you feel his erection brush against your thigh and he bites down on your bottom lip, hard. He moves his focus to your neck and collarbones, attacking the sensitive skin with kisses and bites, marking every inch of you that’s visible. 

“This is so,” he murmurs breathlessly between fervent kisses to your skin- and, Christ, is he smelling you?- “everyone knows you were fucked by the Riddler. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For everyone to know that you’re such a whore that getting fucked by a serial killer gets that pathetic cunt of yours completely soaked.” You moan at his words, arching your back to press your chest against his as you grind against his knee. 

“Such a needy little thing. One touch from me and you’re already at my complete disposal.” He leans back on his heels to look over you, your hair a complete mess, your lips swollen and as red as the flush on your skin. The strap of your bra has slipped down your shoulder and Edward’s breaths become haggard as he reaches for the knife on his belt; he cuts away the fabric hiding your breasts from him, much to your dismay (that lingerie set was pretty fucking expensive), and immediately takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before biting down lightly. You moan louder, squirming against your restraints and trying to pull away from him. 

He slaps you again, harder this time, running the flat side of his knife against the mark that begins blooming on your cheek. “If you don’t shut up and take it like a good girl, I'll have to hurt you.” He presses a chaste kiss to your parted lips. “I wouldn’t want to ruin a face as pretty as yours.” 

You whimper, rubbing your clothed core against Edward’s thigh, feeling the arousal in your lower belly build from the stimulation. Edward certainly doesn’t miss this, his eyes widening slightly as he peels your underwear away from your pussy. A string of your own slick connects you to the mesh fabric, and you can hear the amusement in Edward’s voice when he says, “oh, I’m going to ruin you.” 

He cuts your underwear away, dragging his knife down your body painfully slowly. You shiver from the cool metal, whining from frustration when Edward’s gloved fingers spread your glistening folds, pointedly ignoring your throbbing clit. 

“You pathetic girl... so wet for me. No one else could get you to react like this from their words alone, could they?” You shake your head rapidly, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get closer to Edward’s fingers. “Say it, then.” He begins lazily rubbing circles into your clit, causing you to cry out with relief at him finally touching you. He runs the blunt end of his knife across your neck, twisting it in his hand so the tip presses into your skin, not quite breaching your flesh. “Nice and clear for me. Tell me that you’re my bitch.” 

You moan when he begins speeding up his movements on your clit, stumbling over your words. “I.. I’m your- your b-” He cuts you off with another slap to your cheek, and the action sends a sharp jolt of pleasure right to your clit, causing you to choke out a moan. “Not quite, pretty girl. Try again. Whose bitch are you?” Your eyes narrow with confusion for a second before you realise what he wants you to say. 

“I’m th- the Riddler’s bitch.” 

He nods, satisfied, pushing two gloved fingers inside of you while the other continues rubbing your clit. You can feel your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast, whimpering and giving Edward a pleading look. 

He nods wordlessly and you unravel, your orgasm enveloping your body in a blissful warmth as your pussy clenches hard around Edward’s fingers. He breathes out through his nose, hard, as he watches you cum, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your pussy spasming around his fingers.  

Edward pulls his fingers out of you when your body finally finishes shaking, inspecting your wetness on them in the low light of your bedroom for several moments, before pushing them under his mask and sucking them clean. He moans at the taste of you, and you feel his dick twitching against your leg as he closes his eyes, savouring you. He sighs, opening his eyes. 

“I need more.” 

Before you can react, he’s gripping your waist with strong hands, dragging your body up against him, holding you up almost completely off the bed, and hooking your legs over his shoulders. Edward gazes at your drenched cunt with a hunger in your eyes that you've never seen displayed by him, his breaths deep and shaky as he smells the arousal leaking out of you. You squeak, thighs still quivering from your previous orgasm. 

“W-wait, Ed- Riddler, I... I’m still t-too sensitive for...” You cut yourself out with a cry of pained pleasure as he latches his mouth onto your pussy, pushing his tongue into your sensitive hole. You sob as he sucks on your clit, shocks of overstimulation wracking through you as you weakly kick your legs against him, your body growing limp. The sounds Edward makes as he devours your pussy are obscene, the room filling with echoes of your cries and Edward’s moans as he sucks and licks crudely at your sex. 

He pulls away occasionally, praising and degrading you in barely coherent pussydrunk babbles: “such a perfect girl for me,” “stupid bitch, such a needy whore for your savior,” “so pretty with mascara running down your face,” “any louder and I'll give you a real reason to cry,” “taste so good, i need all of you.” And it’s all so much, his tongue writhing so deep inside you, the grip of his hands on your ass, the cool leather biting into your flesh, the way he moans and ruts into the bed from the taste of you, and before you can even breathe you’re cumming again, and you’re cumming so hard your back lifts off the bed entirely, the strength of your orgasm rocking you all the way to your core. Your mind goes blank as a chain of choked moans and sobs spill from between your lips, all you can focus on being the way Edward continues to fuck you with his tongue all the way through your orgasm. You can feel your slick sliding down your thighs, and when Edward pulls away you can see it dripping down his chin, and you don’t miss the proud grin on his face as he pulls down his mask. 

He drops you back onto the bed, straddling you once more and wiping your slick from his chin with his finger, motioning for you to open your mouth. You obey him and he pushes the digit inside, motioning for you to suck it clean. When he pulls his finger from your mouth, his eyes darken, and you can practically feel the smug smile in his words. “Such a good little girl for me, aren’t you? No one can make you cum like I can... and I can still smell how horny you are for me. You’re so needy, yet you’re never satisfied.” 

He tilts his head, and the dim light from the lamp behind him illuminates him similarly to a halo, and you almost find yourself beginning to create a religion in your head just to worship him. 

“I don’t think you’re being very grateful.” 

You begin crying out words of thanks, rubbing your legs together to lessen the ache of overstimulation. Edward's knees cage you in, and he grips one of your thighs with his hands. 

“Quit your grovelling and stop fucking moving when I’m talking to you.” His hand travels to your face, cupping your cheek with a surprising tenderness as he sighs. “You’re still so filthy... look what this city has done to you. I suppose I’m your last hope.” 

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers, finally freeing his cock from its confines. The tip is an angry red and leaks with precum, and Edward lets out a breathy moan as he strokes it. He spreads your legs, lining himself up with your sex and pushing into you slowly. He gazes down at you, a complete mess beneath him, and groans. “You’re so lucky... being fucked by Gotham’s salvation...” 

You can barely think, let alone speak, and when Edward begins moving his hips, his thumb finding your clit and massaging it, you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. He moves in and out of your agonisingly slowly, and when you look up at him, you can make out that his eyes are closed as he savours the feeling of you. 

“Your virgin pussy is so... so fucking tight. Oh... h-how does it feel to be fucked by your saviour? Your God?” 

You sniffle beneath him, choking on your sobs as he speeds up to a punishing pace, his cock bruising your insides. He grabs at every inch of you, his hands finding refuge around your throat. 

“Oh, you’re so good. You were so filthy, but I will cleanse you. I will purify you; I will plant the seed of hope within you, and you will be saved.” 

He babbles on as he fucks you, squeezing his fingers around your throat, verging on crushing your windpipe but never quite gripping hard enough. You cry out for him, so cockdrunk and lightheaded from your sudden lack of oxygen that you find yourself looping your bound wrists around his neck, pulling him forward and crashing your lips to the rough leather of his mask. He makes a noise of surprise before his fingers once again find your clit, rubbing at it desperately as his hips begin to stutter against your own. 

Edward, ever the gentlemen, wants you to cum before him; you feel your cheeks grow warm at the thought, and pull away to look at him. You can barely keep your focus on him, your vision going hazy, and he begins assaulting your clit with more fervor. 

“Be a good little angel and cum for your savior.” 

Your vision goes white as the orgasm rips through you, your entire body spasming as your pussy clenches down hard on Edward’s cock. He has to stop moving to prevent himself from cumming as he guides you through your own orgasm, his fingers weaving through your hair as he coos at you. 

“Yes, that’s it. Such a perfect girl. So pretty cumming on my cock.” 

He begins speeding up again, his hips slapping against yours with a clumsy rhythm, his breathy moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. You lay, exhausted, whimpering incoherent words of encouragement to him as he chases after his own climax. 

You feel him begin to pull out and you weakly wrap your legs around his hips. “W-want you inside. Need... need you to cleanse me from the inside.” 

Your words are what tip Edward over the edge, and he whimpers loudly as his cum spills inside you, his hips grinding into yours as he relishes in the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

Thank God you're on birth control.

Edward slowly pulls out of you and cuts the duct tape that binds you, gently pressing kisses to the insides of your wrists. He pulls off his fogged up glasses and his mask, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he smiles at you worriedly. 

“I didn’t go too far, did I?” 

There's your lovely Eddie.

You shake your head, laughing weakly and he smiles, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he helps you to your feet and guides you to the bathroom, letting you use his body for support. Edward sits you on the lip of the bath and dampens a towel, gentle cleaning you up and placing loving kisses to every bare patch of skin he can reach. He reluctantly leaves you alone to freshen up as he straightens up the bed, changing into his pajamas and finding your favourite t shirt of his to sleep in. 

When you re-enter the bedroom, with a slight limp that Edward definitely notices but refuses to comment on, he dresses you and tucks you into bed before lying next to you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. 

“Sorry I’ve been so... distant lately.” 

When you go to answer him, he rubs his thumb soothingly on your cheek and you get the message that he hasn’t finished talking. 

“We have big things planned, we both know that, but... it wasn’t right of me to not look after you when, now that I look back at it, you really made it obvious that you needed me to. I hope you can forgive me.” 

You smile, pressing a shy kiss to Edward’s lips. 

“Don’t apologise, Eddie. There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can apologise tomorrow when I can’t feel my legs or sit down properly for a week.” 

He laughs and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.  

“I really love you, you silly girl. A-and..."

He pulls away from you but continues to avert his gaze, his cheeks pink and a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

"The, um, th-the lingerie was very pretty, you looked really lovely. I'm, ah, sorry about..."

He doesn't meet your eyes and you snort, bringing a hand to rest on his cheek with a fond smile.

"Yeah. That I'm not so quick to forgive. You have no idea how expensive nice underwear is when you're a woman."

Edward laughs shyly, delicately holding your wrist and pressing tender kisses to your palm that leave you melting. The heat in his eyes, however, is undeniable.

"I absolutely will not complain if you decide to spend all my money on pretty lingerie and then decide to model said lingerie for me."

"You're unbelievable."

You both laugh as Edward continues peppering soft kisses up your arm, then your bruising neck before finally meeting your lips in a tender kiss. He pulls away, and the way he looks at you with such love and adoration almost makes you tear up.

Edward twirls a strand of hair around his finger, pulling you closer to his chest. His fingers reach up and he begins combing them through your hair properly, whispering sweet praise to you as you find yourself dozing off.

[eepywriters]

dating younger quackity? like 2018-2019

.✦°. • Dating younger Quackity ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none^^

a/n: thank u so much for the request! This was super fun to write, took me back to 2019 when I started watching him :D either way hope you enjoy! (Sorry it took so long 😭 life’s been busy)

I feel like he’d be the type to fall in love with his best friend, or generally someone that he knows fairly well

Expect nights spent talking on the phone with him, laughing your asses off at memes and stupid games instead of doing homework

Or endless bike rides around the city, as if you didn’t do that one route million of times

Maybe even little lessons on the basics of boxing (he isn’t a very good teacher though, he’s too afraid to hurt you)

It comes naturally, his heartbeat starts to pick up every time he hears your voice, your laugh, you saying his name ugh

And you won’t stop leaving his mind, you’re always there, in every each one of his thoughts (might as well pay rent at this point)

Have you always sound this pretty?

Have you always been this pretty?

Before he knows it, he’s noticing all the little details that make you, well, YOU

He’s in love.

Fuck.

He wouldn’t know what to do about his feelings, either he ignores them and buries this secret deep into his heart, or, after a scary amount of convincing from his friends, he confronts you with the shyest demeanor you’ve ever seen him wear

Assuming this is one of his first experiences, if not the first, he would be very cautious in his actions, not sure yet about how to handle a relationship, especially if it gets more serious

He wouldn’t talk about being in a romantic relationship for a while, mostly cause he doesn’t like to share his personal life too much, especially when it comes to romance

But is there a teenage boy that doesn’t like to brag about being in a relationship?

Would mention it once, casually, you know, to be cool and all

Like “yeah I have a partner” a little smile to top it off, nothing big, just a bit of something to feel swag

Nobody believed him.

The loud boy who screamed about the president 24/7 having a partner? Yeah nice try kiddo, go back to play your stupid videogames

At some point in his young carrier he got tired about the running joke of you being an illusion

“This is what too much screen time does to a person KEKW” chat would say, haha how funny (if you hadn’t notice, he’s being sarcastic)

As frustrating as it was to battle against hundreds of people on whether HE was in a relationship or not, he’d never ask you to do anything you are uncomfortable in doing

So, even if showing up on stream would probably help with this little problem of his, he’d encourage you to actually think carefully if you want to make an appearance or not

“I do have a partner!” Alex says for what feels like the fiftieth time that evening. He should probably give up, after all who cares if chat doesn’t believe him. He knows the truth and that’s enough. Right?

WRONG.

His credibility, and his pride, are in the way. Plus is he even that bad of a catch for people to think he can’t pull?

His head falls onto his hand, resting there as he lets his thoughts run while the fast stream chat on his monitor lights up his face in various dull colors.

You were sitting on a little chair, not too far away from him, staring at something in your phone. He did feel bad for inviting you over just for him to stream an hour later, but you had always said that you didn’t mind watching him since you liked seeing him do something he enjoyed. As if he didn’t enjoy spending time with you, but fine.

So he put his insecurities aside, most of them being about you possibly not liking his streams, and provided you a chair to at least sit comfortably as he robbed you of your time by going live yet again.

It had been going fairly well: he was checking out some horrible games in Roblox, or rather he had been screaming his lungs out for an hour straight, and of course, when a random kid on Roblox asked him to be his girlfriend, chat got back on their “no relationship, you are a loser” (he knows it’s a long name, he couldn’t come up with anything better okay??) agenda.

Your hand waving in his peripheral vision brought him back from his mind: he hadn’t realized he had zoned out.

He looked at you briefly, almost feeling bad for the worried stare you were giving him. He usually doesn’t feel this defeated after an unserious bickering with chat, but to say that this all situation wasn’t playing with his self-doubts would be lying. He’s fine though, he just feels a little gloomy today.

You turn your head to the side and give him a thumps up, voicelessly asking whether he was fine or not. And he just nods, giving you a little, forced, smile before going back to the bright monitor. He doesn’t like the thought of you being concerned about this. While, admittedly, it does feel nice to have someone worried about him, Alex never quite liked to be a bother to anyone. He could handle this alone.

Then why is his head so heavy? And why does he feel without energy all of a sudden? He just needs to do what he does best: push the pain away and walk forward. But even something as easy as that sounds impossible right now.

Maybe he should end stream.

He’s too lost in his own thoughts to realize you had stood from your chair, steadily approaching his setup. When he realizes what’s going on, it’s too late.

“You don’t-“ before the frantic words can leave his mouth, you were already behind him. You cross your arms down his chest, whilst your head, resting on the top of his beanie, being high enough to not get seen by the webcam.

Many things were going trough Alex’s mind, a lot of them being about how nice it felt being hold by you, but only two words left his lips:

“Who’s got no game now, huh?”.

At that point it would go from chat not believing him to chat teasing him endlessly about him being a simp

You two could do nothing and he would still be accused of it, just because you were there

Is it true? Yeah, but it was nonetheless a bit annoying

He WOULD bully you on stream when the secret is out

Chat: “do you like (Name) or Thanos more? Don’t lie”

“Well…” he’d say, scratching his neck in faux uneasiness.

“Don’t think about it what the fuck!”.

His chat took your relationship quite well, after all the time he wasn’t famous enough to have fans being jealous and obsessing over him

Actually you became kind of an icon of his channel

And he did milk this for content but it’s not like you didn’t encourage him, quite the contrary, so expect videos like “playing Roblox with my partner” or “The best Habbo raid ever w/(Name)”

As sweet as this all can be, we haven’t forgot about his light teasing (borderline bullying) on stream, have we?

Don’t worry, you got back at him with the help of Aksel countless of time, he’d be your partner in crime when it came to bullying Alex

You were watching meme compilations with them on stream, occasionally sharing some little laughs and snarky comments, and, one way or another, you somehow ended up talking about shampoos. Yes, shampoos.

“Honestly, I think 2 in 1 are gross” Alex says, spinning around in his chair while still keeping an eye on the running chat. You were sitting next to him in your usual simple wooden chair that he usually stole from his kitchen. It wasn’t much, and you could feel your thighs getting painted with the hard design of your seat, but it feels very homy, heart warming in its simplicity.

Yet, as comfortable and happy as you felt, you really couldn’t help spatting out the comment that had been dancing dangerously on the tip of your tongue, begging to be freed.

“And what would you know about it you bald fuck”.

Silence filled the room.

.

.

.

You start to grow worried you stepped over the line as you shoot guilty side-glances at him, trying to evaluate whether he was or wasn’t okay with your stupid joke. His spinning was getting gradually slower, and his eyes wide and open jaw came to view.

You’re able to let out a silent sigh of relief as Alex’s face sinks into a, clearly exaggerated, offended pout.

“Have you heard them?? Defend me Aksel what the hell” he cries dramatically, his mindless spinning coming at a halt to stare into the soul of his screen, specifically at the man that is lightly grinning right back at him.

“I mean.. they’re kinda right man..” he mutters in his typical monotone voice, barely holding back an amused snicker.

Alex’s look of betrayal was probably the funniest shit you had seen in a while.

“Why are you two ganging up on a Mexican guy huh??”

“Awww the Mexican card? No better come back??” you laugh smugly, your face screaming “triumph” as he gawks at you.

“You truly found your match” Aksel laughs, adjusting his bucket hat as he leaned down on his office chair.

“Shut the fuck up” he mumbles before looking away from you with a huff.

Oh God does he love you.

Moving on though, these were harsh years for him, so he needs lots of love and support from his partner

I think it’d be too soon to have full on cuddling sessions, but i see him loving your touch, especially if it’s something domestic like a simple hug or a little caress down his back

Not really into PDA either, but he would find comfort in holding your hand whenever he’s tense or even just cold

It’s a reminder you are still by his side despite all of his flaws and insecurities, you chose him

(Ended up being way longer than I intended but had fun :D sorry for the long wait :( I had two very stressing weeks in the middle of writing this)

[sunny44]

Chapter 1 (Love is in Mallorca series)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Fem!reader

Warnings: none I guess

Summary: Y/n goes to Mallorca intending to leave her life behind, at least for a while. Then she meets a mysterious guy who makes this trip, to say the least, unforgettable.

Mallorca was stunning, but a certain discomfort grew within me as the days passed. I found myself lost on an island whose beauty was undeniable, but whose language formed an insurmountable barrier.

Since I had arrived, it seemed that the fact that I only spoke English made me invisible. People looked at me in a hurry, or simply ignored my attempts at communication. Sometimes, I wondered if it was just my imagination or if it was really happening.

Tonight, after a long day of walking along the beaches, I decided I deserved a drink. The bar was crowded, full of laughter and conversations in Spanish. The smell of fresh seafood filled the air, and I approached the counter, trying not to seem out of place. I waited patiently for a while, watching as the bartenders moved from one customer to the next, ignoring me with an efficiency that almost seemed rehearsed.

I took a deep breath and approached the counter again.

“A gin and tonic, please?” I asked in English, my voice swallowed by the atmosphere.

The bartenders barely paid attention to me, glanced at me, and simply decided to ignore me.

I waited, hoping that somehow my order would be heard. I looked around, trying to decide whether it would be better to just give up, but before I could step away, I heard a deep, firm voice next to me, speaking in Spanish. I didn’t understand the words, but the tone was clear and authoritative, like someone used to being heard.

The bartender stopped what he was doing and quickly handed over what I had asked for. I turned, surprised, to face the owner of that voice.

He was tall, dark-haired, with slightly tousled hair, but in a purposefully relaxed way. His smile was easygoing, as if saving frustrated tourists was something he did every day.

“Here you go,” he said, with a soft accent, handing me the drink.

“Thank you,” I replied, accepting the glass. “I was beginning to think I was invisible.”

He laughed, a light and sincere sound, as if he understood exactly how I felt.

“It’s not that, but sometimes people here... can be a bit stubborn with those who don’t speak the language.”

I nodded, taking a sip of the drink that was finally in my hands. The refreshing taste of gin with lemon slid down my throat, bringing an immediate sense of relief.

“So, are you from here?” I asked, curious. “Your Spanish is perfect.”

“Thanks, and kind of. I live in Madrid, but my family has a house here in Mallorca. I always come here during summer holidays. And you, what brought you to the island?”

I looked at him, hesitating. He seemed so casual, so at ease, it was hard not to feel at ease as well.

“I actually just needed a break from my life. Something different.”

“You chose well. Mallorca is a perfect place to disconnect.”

He was right. The island was beautiful, and there was much more to explore than I could do on my own, especially with my limited Spanish. Maybe that’s what led me to accept when he suggested he’d show me a few places that, according to him, "no tourist guide would include."

“Shall we take a walk?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with a kind of enthusiasm that was impossible to ignore.

I agreed. After all, I had nothing to lose, and somehow, I felt like I could trust him. But I could also be completely wrong, and he could be a serial killer who would murder me and toss me into the sea.

But I was willing to take the risk.

We left the bar, walking through narrow streets lit by small lights hanging between old buildings. The night was warm and full of life. People laughed at outdoor restaurant tables, and the distant sound of flamenco music filled the air.

“You know, you're the first person who hasn’t tried to correct me or judge me for not speaking Spanish. I know it's annoying when tourists show up and don't even try to speak the language, but I didn't think I’d be completely ignored,” I commented as we walked.

“Sometimes it’s good to just listen and not judge, right?” He smiled, glancing around at the streets around us. “Speaking the language is important, but so is feeling welcomed, even without understanding everything.”

There was something different about walking with him, something that made the city seem more accessible, more inviting. He showed me a small square where there was a fountain with a soft, calming sound, and a local bakery that, according to him, made the best "ensaimada" on the island. Everything felt simpler by his side, no rush, no judgments.

“And you? What do you do for a living?” I asked, genuinely curious.

He smiled but didn’t answer directly, just shrugged.

“Ah, nothing too interesting. I have a pretty hectic life, but here I like to slow down and forget all about work.”

I respected his silence without pressing, and we continued to explore the city at night. He took me to a higher point, where the view of the city and the sea stretched out before us. The city lights reflected on the water, creating an almost surreal sight. I was speechless.

“Wow...” was all I could say.

He looked at me, smiling sideways.

“And they say Madrid has the best views in Spain.”

We stood there in silence for a few minutes, just absorbing the moment. I felt strangely comfortable next to him, as if he wasn’t a stranger I had just met, but someone I could share moments with without the need for explanations.

Finally, he looked at me again.

“If you want, I can show you more places tomorrow. But I promise I won’t take you where the tourists go.” I smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude. “I guarantee I’ll be the best tour guide you’ll ever meet.”

“I’d love that.” He nodded, satisfied.

“Perfect. See you tomorrow, then.”

“Deal.” I smiled.

“Give me your phone number.” He handed me his phone, and I typed it in, saving it as “bar girl.”

We said goodbye, and as I walked back to the hotel, I couldn’t stop thinking about how the night had taken such an unexpected turn. I still didn’t know his name. He hadn’t asked for mine, and somehow, that felt right. We weren’t strangers, but we weren’t acquaintances either. Just two people meeting on a warm night in Mallorca.

And maybe, just maybe, I was ready to find out more about him.

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[ijuliet]

yeonjun + somnophilia ?? or just choi line

choi line + somnophilia (s)

warnings : somnophilia (sexual activity with someone asleep), slight angst with yeonjun, soft!dom soobin, sub!beomgyu :)

paring : choi line x fem!reader

wc : 1.1k

a/n : i didn’t know if this was a what they thought abt somnophilia or when they partook… but just cause, reader has consented beforehand!

MINORS DNI!!

· choi yeonjun

you hated empty promises. especially when they were from someone you loved dearly. yeonjun had a busy schedule which you understood, but he shouldn’t have swore on your pinky finger that he'd make it before nightfall. now, you’ve tucked yourself into bed as a punishment for his actions. your phone kept lighting up with notifications by your bedside table but you’d ignore it. light salty tears trickled down your cheeks due to frustration. sleep had taken you abruptly and you were thankful, because your dream was about your desires if your boyfriend hadn’t been late.

yeonjun was cooing in your ear apologies but you kept shaking your head, being the brat you knew he cherished. but why did it feel so real? the feeling of his slim fingers slipping inside of your core and pumping in and out scared you because it felt actual. you tried to reach for his wrist so you could open your eyes and wake up from the wet dream, but your hands were swiftly grabbed in one hand.

finally opening your eyes due to the surreal shock in your dream, your blurry vision insisted it was not a dream. you were met with yeonjun continuing to curl his fingers inside of you, making you whimper. your hands were pinned over your head when his voice made it to your ears. “baby i’m sorry.” you shook your head to his apologies, arching your back as his fingers hit the perfect spot.

“can’t you tell i’m sorry? i’m giving you what you need, baby.” you look at his pouty lips and moan loudly. “you’re just upset right? that i couldn’t fill your needy hole, hm?” your orgasm washing over you, his dirty words making you clench around him. your boyfriend came up to your lips and kissed you passionately. his lips tasted like cherry lip balm, the plush feeling convinced you to accept his apology.

you detach yourself from his lips promptly and sulk. “you should have texted me you weren’t coming.” your boyfriend brings his face to cup the soft skin of your cheek. “i thought i would make it. do you accept my apology?” yeonjun’s other hand slides under your shirt, his finger pads grazing up to your breast. you bite your lip as you hold his eye contact. moving your head down and looking at the tent in yeonjun’s boxers. “well…not yet.” your small hand lands on his thick bulge, making your boyfriend throw his head back.

· choi soobin

sex with soobin was absolutely dreamy. he was soft and touched all the naked skin in front of him. you were surprised with his skills because leading on to the night he kept going on about his inexperience. you told him it didn’t matter, and that all you wanted was to take your relationship further.

after sex bliss had soobin sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead and his body collapsed on top of you. you were drifting away and into sleep because of his warmth. your bodies laying still under him made soobin get up from the crook of your neck, checking to see if he suffocated you but was surprised to see you peacefully asleep. a normal person would coo at their significant other in this cuddly state, but soobins soft cock got hard again.

the way the one lamp illuminated your face perfectly made soobin try to slip into your hole again. he watched patiently as your eyebrows furrowed and your face went sour. you were still getting used to his size and soobin couldn’t help but moan as your sleeping state clenched around his member from the sudden entrance.

his eyes were focused on you as he slowly moved inside of you. you breathily gasped at the sensation and the lewd noise started to pick up around the room. soobin couldn’t help himself when he felt the warmth around him. his hands momentarily meeting the soft skin of your breast, finger tips messing with your nipples. one loud moan escaped from your mouth and woke you up from your trance.

“soobin- ahh, baby, please. slower.” you begged. soobin came up to your mouth and kissed you, the pace quickening as you both were about to hit your high.

“i can’t help myself baby.” soobins mouth slipped down to your neck, kissing and biting his favorite spots. your hands found their way into his platinum blonde hair, gripping onto him as you lift yourself from the bed, and your mouth agape. soobins groans into your neck as he pushes himself into you once more, making sure his seed stays inside of you.

“i love you so much baby.” he pants. “i just have to fuck you awake.” your boyfriend whispers in your ear.

· choi beomgyu

beomgyu was easy to please, but hard to manage. he was too much of a tease to be controlled, and sadly you had given up. after leaving to visit your family for the weekend, your boyfriend was acting up. beomgyu would send mirror pictures of his pajama pants laying low on his hips, and his prominent bulge showing. the text would be simple and innocent like, ‘i never knew how loose these pants were!’

you rolled your eyes because he told you that when he first bought them. after not responding to his antics, the texts seemed to get less mature. beomgyu would start texting dirty saying ‘you can’t even give your poor baby attention?’, to saying ‘i know i’m not a good boy, but i need you’ and an attachment of his dick laying on his stomach.

his actions were easy enough to convince you to make an excuse and escape from your parents house early. leaving in the middle of night and making it to your apartment, you expected beomgyu to be up playing video games, but instead found him struggling in his sleep. the view was sinful. beomgyu was whimpering and lifting his hips off the bed, whining how you knew him the best.

you carefully place your overnight bag on the floor, and made it to the foot of the bed. the scene was enough to make you tighten your thighs together. if only beomgyu wasn’t being a brat. you go over to your helpless boyfriend and pull the covers off quietly. freeing his cock from the confines, you licked your lips at the raging pink tip covered in his slick.

you use your hand to smear his precum along his length, noticing how he struggled in his sleep, hands fisting the bed sheets. you speed up your movements and with that your boyfriend wakes up in a hurry.

“ah fuck! baby, faster, please.” beomgyu stutters as he reaches for your hand and you slap him away.

“why can’t you be patient hm? you just need to be touched everyday, right?” you leave a small peck on his forehead as he whines and agrees with you.

“yes-fuck! i need to be touched all day. only by you.” you smile at his answer but let go of his raging cock.

“at least my baby is self aware.”

[okiedokrie]

Epiphany // Want Me - Chapter 1

Summary: Jeonghan is more than a little upset at Joshua at the moment. He's getting tired of waiting for him, too impatient and stubborn to realize what he has in front of him. Jeonghan takes his frustrations out by having fun. And maybe, he'll enjoy it with the company of a new friend.

Characters/Pairing(s): Yoon Jeonghan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Suggestive

AUs/Trope info: Non-Idol!AU, Poly!AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 2319

Warnings: drinking, cussing, descriptions of non-sexual nudity

Rating: 18+

A/N: banners by @kwanisms

Loud bar music beats in sync with Jeonghan's heart, shockwaves coursing through his body, and the vibrations calm him down. 

It's been exactly 56 hours since that conversation with Joshua by the window, and he's still a little pressed over the fact that Joshua is taking a bit too long to catch up with him. In their 10 years of friendship, many things have changed already. Like the way Joshua dresses, how comfortable they are with controversial jokes, or the way Joshua got beefy over the pandemic for seemingly no reason?

But god, those pecs are immaculate. Jeonghan thought, this wouldn't be the first time he thought of Joshua this way. 

It was a little dubious, wanting someone who's convinced they don't want you in the same way, but ever since that conversation, Joshua has never looked at Jeonghan the same.

It was like an Epiphany smacked him in the face.

Jeonghan isn't complaining though- okay, maybe a little. He's complaining about how long it's taking Joshua to take a hint. Especially when he's trying to set him up with what he believes to be the love of his life.

Apart from Joshua, of course.

A hand wraps around Jeonghan's arm, sliding into the barstool next to him. “Hey Jeonghoney!” She said, placing a kiss on his cheek, a grin spreading across her face in an impish manner.

“Shuji couldn't make it today?” She asked, already having a nickname for a guy she hadn't even met yet, but it was fine, she was always the comfortable type.

“No, doll. He's way too in his head about his feelings and I want him to ride it out on his own, he desperately needs it.” He said, taking another swig of his drink before setting the empty glass down and calling for the bartender. 

Signaling another of his drinks and a new one for his new company, Jeonghan rolled his shoulders in frustration before turning to the woman next to him, her eyes watching his every move attentively, the dim red lights of the bar making her look devilish. 

She is kind of the devil, though, at least to Jeonghan's loins.

“Aw, that's too bad.” She said with a pout, “At least we're here now, let's dance after this drink. What about it, Jeonghoney?” She grinned after.

Jeonghan grinned a boyish grin after this, he always loved that she was always down for whatever, making the most out of any situation. Maybe that's why they clicked during Seungcheol's birthday party.

“Yeah, I'd love that.”

The bar had a more laid-back atmosphere than most nightclubs, which Jeonghan appreciated given that the club crowd was never really his. But still, the dance floor was high on energy and hot. Everything felt too hot and sticky for him to fully get his head into it, especially not with Joshua's existential crisis being in the back of his mind.

He felt her arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body closer to hers as they set a more relaxed pace to the song. She leaned in, kind of shouting over the music to speak to him, “You're in your mind again Jeonghoney, care to share your thoughts?” She said, leading the sway of their bodies to the music.

Jeonghan only shook his head, holding her hips in his palms to swing to the beat more intensely. “Nothing you should worry your pretty little head about, doll. At least, not in the middle of a bar.” He tried to joke, a dry chuckle leaving his throat. 

She huffs, agitation bubbling, “Then why are you thinking about it, hm? In the middle of the bar no less?”

Jeonghan just chortled at this, he kind of played himself there. She may be bubbly and easy-going but that doesn't mean she's anywhere to being stupid. She's a very intelligent woman if she wants to be.

He leans down to kiss the wrinkle on her forehead, effectively smoothing the furrow of her brows, “My bad doll, I'll just focus on you, then.” He said, turning his head to place a kiss on the side of her head, humming at the scent of her perfume. 

She giggled, pulling him close to her as they swayed, the song slowing down. They both turn their heads to rest on each other's foreheads, Jeonghan's hands resting on her hips with no pressure of leading their swaying, only enjoying the warmth of her presence. 

Jeonghan believes this is bliss, to have someone who wants him as much as they want them. It might be wishful thinking on his part, but he hoped that one day Joshua would catch up with him.

It was obvious how Joshua acted around him, but he needed Joshua to tell him explicitly. Joshua needed to come to that realization in his own time.

Jeonghan waited for over a decade now, what's the harm in more waiting?

She leans in, their lips brushing but never kissing,  they haven't kissed, not on the lips yet, but Jeonghan is guilty of wanting to go further with her, carefully considering his options of just asking her directly to let her set the pace.

He decides he's a really patient guy, he's always waiting, isn't he?

Jeonghan came to the realization that he wasn't monogamous a long time ago, he had a lot of time to think about what that meant and to let go of the social stigma that was instilled into him at a young age. He thought he was wrong, for wanting more than one person to love. He thought his integrity and loyalty didn't exist because he couldn't just commit to one person.

But then again, his heart was just too big for one.

Jeonghan pulled away from her face to lean down and press his face into the crook of her neck, opting to press feather-light kisses to the skin, his hair tickling her cheek.

His hands roamed her midriff, still at a respectful pressure and manner. He just wants to feel her close, having no sexual intentions. He hums in contentment, peace in his mind as he shares this intimate moment with her.

Breathing in her scent made calm wash over Jeonghan in gentle waves, almost making him forget the recent turmoils of his and Joshua's relationship. 

The key word is almost.

Much like every day after he met Joshua at 18 years old, he managed to make a place for himself in the back of Jeonghan's mind, never leaving no matter how hard Jeonghan tried to push him further back.

Can you blame Jeonghan though? A beautiful soul like that only comes once in a lifetime, there wasn't a day when Jeonghan could ever think that Joshua could be anything other than beautiful.

Not that he had to try hard, Joshua's merits spoke for themselves. His mindset, devotion, loyalty, and comforting aura. Everything about him. Even everything that he was insecure about, Jeonghan found beautiful. 

Oh, being in love with your best friend hurts.

Maybe one day he’ll get over the monumental obstacle that was his feelings for Joshua. He felt really guilty for them most days, too. He couldn’t fully commit to being Joshua’s friend because of his feelings. He felt bad for essentially lying to him, for over a decade, even. 

Jeonghan doesn’t want to be just his best friend, he never did. And that’s what bothered Jeonghan the most.

She pulls him out of his own thoughts. Running her fingers over his hair to look him in the eyes, still a little unfocused on the current moment. She should be offended, he was the one who invited her out to dance but he couldn’t even be present enough to be here.

But, of course, she isn’t. You see, Jeonghan had a type. The type to forgive over and over again. You and Joshua, basically. 

He's only been in love twice in his lifetime, you and Joshua, basically. 

Jeonghan finally snaps out of his own thoughts just as the song ends, pulling away from her, taking her hands in his to lead her back to the bar. “I really need a drink, sorry for ruining your fun doll.” He said, his voice a little dry.

“It's fine Jeonghoney, you need this more than I do. He'll come around, I'm sure of it.”

Oh, just how sweet can you get? Jeonghan thought, your saccharine smile sticking to his mind like thick honey, golden ambrosia poisoning his mortal consciousness. 

Being in love is addictive, and Jeonghan is only a man. Maybe his pining for his best friend would be the sun he flies too close to, hubris is his greatest sin, after all.

He leans over to press another kiss to her shoulder, “You're too kind to me, doll. It's only been a few days, but would it be too soon to call you a blessing?” He jokes, trying to lighten the situation by buttering her up, like usual.

She giggles, much like at Seungcheol's party, but this time instead of curiosity toward a handsome stranger, it's adorable for a close companion. 

Jeonghan and Y/n haven't known each other for long, but to a romantic, you know your soulmate as soon as you meet them.

It was easy for them, Jeonghan didn't have to skirt around the idea of something more with her. He didn't have to wait for her to get on the same page as him, minds in the same wavelength as soon as they locked eyes. Both Y/n and Jeonghan are romantics, so of course they're in love.

But Jeonghan still yearns for his best friend.

The one who stood by him for over a decade now, the only one who Jeonghan could share all his secrets, the one who knew Jeonghan better than he did, but somehow did not know anything at all.

Jeonghan only wished that in another universe, Joshua was just as much of a romantic as he is, maybe then he'll finally be able to tell him that he loves him in the way that Jeonghan wanted to.

One more drink before they go home. Jeonghan thought.

Taking her home for the first time felt a little intimidating to Jeonghan, especially since the conversation they had before leaving. 

If we're going to take this relationship seriously, you need to trust me Jeonghan, trust us. I love you, truly, I want us.

She's right, of course, one look at the both of them and you'd know just how in love they were.

They make their way through the threshold of Jeonghan and Joshua's shared apartment, carefully entering Jeonghan's room. Joshua hasn't been in their apartment the whole night, choosing to spend his time with high-school friends that took the time to visit him from across the world.

It might be the best for him, a distraction from the difficult situation he found himself in.

Jeonghan helps her with her night routine, his hands are a little clumsy from all the drinking they'd done, yet Jeonghan takes great care in unzipping the back of her dress.

He kisses the new skin exposed to him, her back turned to him as she frees her hair from her up-do and she starts to pick bobby pins out. Jeonghan takes this opportunity to massage her scalp, trying to press out the tension from being up for so long.

After helping her undress, Jeonghan starts to strip lazily too, taking his time to get used to the nip of the cold air nipping at his skin, before joining her in the bathroom, he fishes out some towels as she sets the water to whatever temperature was comfortable for her.

She gets in the shower, letting the water soak into her hair and skin, fogging up the glass of the shower and the mirror. Jeonghan followed after her, hia body also getting soaked by the water as he was reaching for the shampoo and letting it lather on his palms, before gently massaging her scalp again, carefully scratching it to clean.

She sighed, the physical intimacy comforting her, it was odd for most people, to be this comfortable being naked and showering with someone they knew for less than a week. But Jeonghan just felt like someone she'd spend the rest of her life with, it was odd, to fall this quickly, but it was right, this felt right. 

Jeonghan feels the same way too, most men wouldn't know what to do with themselves when in the vicinity of a gorgeous woman, but to Jeonghan,  just her presence was enough. Sure, it'd be nice if there was something more, but just this was enough, love overpowering any carnal desire for her skin.

He just wants her close, so after helping her with shampoo, he hugs her from behind, warm skin pressing against warm skin, pressing small kisses to her wet neck. She giggles, Jeonghan's soft lips tickling her, leaning back against him, she sighs again, she loves this type of intimacy. Both of them were too drunk and tired to do anything over than finish up preparing for bed, so instead they just held each other close, enjoying the moment of silence, only being broken by the steady patter of the shower.

They both finish their shower and skincare before getting dressed, Y/n in one of Jeonghan's shirts and a pair of his boxers, and Jeonghan in much of the same uniform. 

They take turns drying each other's hair, Jeonghan's expensive and fancy blowdryer doing the job perfectly. Now, after a relaxing shower and a few more kisses, they're ready for bed.

Jeonghan shuffles under the covers with her, immediately turning over to pull her close, his heartbeat under her ear as he steadies his breathing again. She looked beautiful, a calm washing over her in the safety of Jeonghan's arms, pressing more kisses into each other's faces as they fell into an easy slumber.

[yrluvjane]

L.O.V.E — Regulus Black

Regulus realizes just how much of a light you've become in his life.

It was a curious sight indeed, to see Regulus Black, the son of a pureblood line as ancient as they came and one of the greatest wizards of his age, standing in the middle of the Hogwarts kitchen. He had always hated the color red, associated with Gryffindors and Muggle holidays and he had never been particularly fond of Muggle celebrations. Yet here he was, seemingly out of place and uncomfortable.

Regulus's expression was rigid and unsmiling, and his gaze was fixed on the floor as he stood apart from the bustling House-elves that worked the kitchens. Regulus had learned early on that showing emotion was a weakness, and he had always strived to keep his face blank, devoid of any expression, believing that if he could learn to control his emotions, he might someday be able to block them out altogether.

It was a strange contrast to the lively kitchen around him, with its colorful decor and joyful noise, and Regulus felt like a stranger in a strange land. Nonetheless, he was determined to see this through, despite his discomfort. He knew that he must learn to understand his emotions, and if he could master that, perhaps he would be able to find some balance in his life, amidst the darkness that he had been surrounded by since birth.

L is for the way you look at me

And as he crawled out of the Black Lake, wet and muddy, Regulus felt the familiar warmth of anger flare in his chest. The humiliation of having slipped on the stones and landed in the water was overwhelming, but what irritated him the most was hearing the sound of your laughter as he struggled to remove his soaking wet robes.

"Amused?" he snapped, his voice filled with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"Very," you purred, the corners of your mouth turning up in an infuriating smile as you watched him try to get his shoes off.

Regulus felt his face turn red with fury, and he glared back at you with a mixture of indignation and frustration. The feeling of being so utterly humiliated was too much to bear, and he felt the urge to lash out in retaliation. But he knew that showing such emotions would be a sign of weakness, and he tried to rein in his anger, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself.

"Do you find it amusing to mock someone who has fallen?" he asked, his voice cold and hard.

"Only when that someone is you."

O is for the only one I see

Regulus watched you excitedly from his spot on the pitch, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The sound of your commentary was like music to his ears, and he found the way you were able to keep up a constant stream of entertaining remarks while also providing helpful analysis of the game to be truly impressive.

"Oh come on!" You yelled through the mega phone, "Ravens! Ravens! Ravens!" You chanted. He lazily rolled his eyes at you.

As he began to wander around the pitch, his eyes scanning for the Snitch, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for you. You were a force to be reckoned with, and he was starting to realize just how much he enjoyed spending time with you, even if it was often - or mostly - spent arguing.

He grinned at the sight of Professor McGonagall trying to fight you for the mic for you had began making inappropriate comments about his team, especially him. "Come on you pussy-bats!"

V is very, very extraordinary

Regulus watched in amazement as you comfortably settled into the room, surrounded by his companions. The ease with which you spoke with them, making jokes and teasing, was almost uncanny, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

As Evan threw the chocolate frog towards you, Regulus's reflexes kicked in, and he quickly caught it midair, saving you from any potential embarrassment. He couldn't help but admire the way you didn't even miss a beat, continuing to flip through your book like nothing had happened. And when you stuck your tongue out at Evan, he felt his heart beat a little faster.

As you continued to banter with the others, Regulus couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for you. He'd never met someone quite like you, so comfortable in their own skin, seemingly immune to the cruelty and judgment of the world.

But when Barty made the comment about you being a mudblood, Regulus's face contorted into a scowl. He knew that word all too well, having been calling it to others himself multiple times throughout his life. He couldn't believe that Barty would use such a uncivil term so carelessly, and it made him appreciate you all the more for your calm and casual response.

"Oh, Is the little mudblood sad?" Piped Barty from his bed, "I don't take cheek from anyone not even rich inbreeds." You drawled as you flipped the page of your book. Evan snickered and Barty's mouth dropped in shock.

Regulus smiled.

E is even more than anyone that you adore can

Regulus couldn't believe the sight before him. The castle was covered in hearts, roses, and all manner of red and pink decorations. He snorted under his breath as he watched you busy yourself with jams and dough's in the kitchen, not even trying to contain his distaste for the entire scene.

"It's in the holiday spirit, Reg." You sang, pushing the flour-covered strands of your hair back with your arm and flashing him a bright smile. Regulus leaned over the table and gently pushed your hair behind your ears, his fingers caressing the skin of your nape. He felt a strange warmth spread through his body as you looked back at him. "It's about love."

"Love?" The word felt foreign in his mouth, and Regulus furrowed his brows, showing his clear disdain for the concept. "What does any of this have to do with love?" he muttered under his breath.

"C'mere" You said motioning over. "No!" Exclaimed Regulus taking a step back. "I'm not going to bite you! Regulus, come here!" You whined, rubbing your arms on your forehead, trying to push your, once again, fallen strands back.

"I'm not going anywhere near that thing!" He said pointing towards the talking doll your muggle-related friends bought you. "This?! Seriously?!" You asked huffing, grabbing the teddy bear. "I love you forever and ever!" It sang.

"It's horrifying and unnatural!" He defended taking a step back as you took a step forward. "It's a red teddy bear, Regulus." You sighed and before he could react you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward you.

"Here! You can decorate the cookies any way you like." You said as you handed him a bag of red icing. He sneered at the color before grabbing his wand and charming it green. "Regulus!" You chastised, hitting him with a dirty cloth. Regulus gasped, grabbing the one on the floor and throwing it at you.

Regulus's face twisted into a mix of embarrassment and annoyance as you pulled him closer, pinning him against the table. His cheeks flushed a deep red as he tried to pull himself from your grip, almost tripping over the discarded cloth in his haste.

"What was that for?" he demanded, his fists balled at his sides.

"I wanted to show you that the holiday spirit isn't just about hearts and roses, it's also about love," you replied, your tone sweet and gentle. "But I guess that's something you don't understand."

Regulus's eyes narrowed at your words, a flicker of anger flashing through them. "Of course I understand," he spat back, his voice tight. "But love has no place in my life. It's a weakness that will only hold me back."

He glared at you for a moment longer before turning away, grabbing the bag of green icing and muttering under his breath. "I'll decorate the cookies," he muttered, his tone cold. "but it won't be because of some foolish holiday spirit."

Love is all that I can give to you

He's done it.

He's gotten the mark.

Regulus couldn't believe it. It had been three months since the beginning of term, and despite his best efforts, he had somehow managed to avoid you at every turn. Not even a glimpse of your hair, or your cheerful laugh, or your mischievous grin, nothing.

He tried to tell himself that it was for the best, that he was better off without you. But the truth was, the absence of your presence in his life left a gaping hole. A hole that couldn't be filled with anything but the sound of your voice, the light of your laughter, the sparkle in your eyes.

Regulus sighed as he stared out the window, his thoughts running wild. How had it come to this? How had he allowed himself to be so consumed by the need for your presence in his life? It didn't matter now, not when your absence was leaving him empty and hollow and lost. He needed to find a way to see you, talk to you, make you understand how important you were to him.

The question was, how?

Love is more than just a game for two

Regulus's eyes snapped open with a start, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his breathing. It had been a long time since he'd had such a vivid and unsettling dream, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it meant something more. What was even worse for the first time in a very long time, you weren't there.

He rolled over, the movement making his joints ache as he pushed himself into a sitting position, he looked to his side, praying to see you or even a ghost of you next to him but it was empty and Regulus's heart sank. He knew he should try to get back to sleep, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the dream had been a warning.

Regulus felt a sense of foreboding as he remembered the nightmare. It was a clear warning that he was on the wrong path, that his obsession with power and pride was leading him down a path of destruction.

He knew what he had to do. It would be a difficult task, and he could face a lot of pushback, but he was determined to make a change.

He would join the Order of the Phoenix and fight against Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. This was the only way he could make a real difference in the world and ensure that you would be safe. It was time to take a stand and fight for what was right.

Regulus lay back down on his mat, taking slow, deep breaths as he tried to clear his mind of all the worries and fears that had been plaguing him. He would make his brother proud, and he would make you proud.

Two in love can make it

The realization hit Regulus like a ton of metal bricks, the force of it shocking him beyond his own comprehension. He couldn't believe it, how could he possibly have missed it for so long? The feeling: so overwhelming, so powerful, so obvious that it made him want to laugh and cry and scream and drown all at once.

But in that moment, the weight of the realization was like a crushing force, a responsibility that he felt like he would never be able to live up to. How could he ever possibly hope to love you as deeply, as truly, as completely as you deserved? It was a feeling that filled him with a sense of both joy and terror, the fear that he would never be able to live up to the love that he felt for you.

But still, in that moment, he knew that he had to try. He had to put his heart, soul, and everything he had into loving you, into being with you, because the love he felt for you was the only thing in the world that mattered, the only thing that made any kind of sense to him.

Take my heart and please don't break it

Regulus felt a wave of dread wash over him as he began to confess his love to you. His heart was thumping in his chest, his breath coming in short bursts. He didn't know if he had the words, if he could say what he needed to say. But he knew he had to try.

"I love you," he said, his voice catching in his throat.

The words hung in the air between you, the weight of them almost overwhelming.

There was nothing like the feeling of having your feelings reciprocated. You felt a warmth spreading throughout your body as Regulus's words hit your ears, his admission of his feelings filling your heart with a sense of happiness and joy that you hadn't known before.

Your smile was as bright as the sun as you looked at Regulus, taking in every detail of his face as he sat across from you, his eyes fixed on yours. For a moment, time seemed to stop, and all you could feel was the electricity between the two of you, the tension in the air.

"I love you too," you said softly, the words feeling like the most natural thing in the world. And in that moment, Regulus knew that he would do anything for you, that he would follow you to the ends of the universe and back. Because where you were was where he belonged, and he couldn't imagine a life without you.

And then, with a soft gasp, Regulus reached across the table and took your hand, his touch gentle yet firm, his gaze never faltering from yours. And you felt your heart swell with love. "I love you," Regulus whispered again, and the words seemed to echo in the room; a smile adorning his lips.

And all you could do was nod, the word "I love you" catching in your throat, the feeling so perfect that you couldn't describe it in words. All you could do was stare at him, your heart swelling with love, your mind filled with the thought that he was your everything, now and forever.

Love was made for me and you

[cocogrrrl]

who are you?

while you're on a date with your boyfriend, when a girl comes up claiming that she's his boyfriend. (requested!)

main three (separate) x gn!reader cw: fear of being cheated on/replaced for two, yn being called a whore + sleaze wc: 2046 for all

an: my first request!!!!!! >▿< i hope this suffices! also stan's is a lot more light hearted than kenny and kyle's huhu

🍀 k. broflovski (wc: 679)

You were out on a park date with Kyle. The two of you were propped up against a tree, with your body loosely leaning on his as well. You buried yourself further into him, your lips humming against his neck.

He seemed to find the action ticklish, brushing you off of his shoulder by gently holding your head up by the chin as if you were just as delicate as porcelain. He stared at you, and you could tell that it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of you. 

“I love-” you whispered against his lips, right before being cut off by a foreign voice off in the distance.

“Who are you?” A random girl spat out right in front of you. Kyle immediately let go of your chin, both of you sharing a confused look before looking back at her.

Kyle was the first one to answer. “What do you mean?” He asked, turning his head at the girl. 

“Huuhhhh!? You’re my boyfriend, duh! Why are you hanging out with… that?” She said. Immediately, your head whipped towards Kyle’s direction, eyes pleading to confirm or deny that what she said was true.

“Look,” he sighed, closing his eyes—an action you’ve come to familiarize yourself with whenever he got upset or angered. Hopefully, he hasn’t been lying to you, right? I mean, he does seem genuine, but…god. “I have no idea who you are or what you’re trying to do. Can you just leave us alone?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, that’s exactly what a two-timing dick would say!”

“I think you’re looking for the wrong guy. I’m not whoever your boyfriend is.”

“Yes, you are! You’re,” she took a short pause. “...Brad.” She said with full conviction. It felt almost as if a thunderstorm swept itself off your shoulder. You released the biggest sigh you must’ve let out in your life. “And I can’t believe you’re cheating on me! With someone less hotter than me, not to mention.”

“Don’t you dare talk about my partner like that!” Now he snapped, pulling you close to him. “Just cut whatever the fuck you’re trying to do. You got the wrong name anyway!”

She stared at him in shock and disbelief, her jaw dropping on the floor. She turned around, probably to walk away now, but before she did, she leaned into you. “Watch out for that son of a bitch.” She said, walking away right after.

“I’m sorry,” he let out an exasperated sigh, holding your body up as he rested his head on your shoulder. “Gah, I feel so embarrassed.”

“Hey,” you cooed, patting his head. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know, but I,” he mumbled, his frustration making him grip onto you a little tighter. “Agh, thank you.” He raised his head, smiling at you. “I hope you weren’t super worried or anything.”

“I kinda was…” You pouted. “It’s not your fault or anything! I know you're better than that. My mind just started jumping to conclusions faster than I could stop it. Sorry.”

“No, no,” he said, removing his hands wrapped around you to lift your head, making you make eye contact with him. “I understand.”

“Thank you, Kyle, especially for when you were defending me earlier.” You hummed, leaning into his touch.

“Thank you too, YN, for not storming out or anything.” He laughed. “You were about to say something earlier, right? Before that whole thing happened?”

Your mind snapped back to earlier, and you quickly nodded. “It was nothing.”

“No, I wanna hear it.” He smiled. 

“Ah, well,” you nervously mumbled against his hand. “I just wanted to say I love you…” Your words came up more muffled than remotely discernable, to which Kyle found himself giggling.

“What?”

You raised your head from his hand, dragging your lips right next to Kyle’s—the same position you two were in a few moments ago. “I just wanted to say I love you.” You whispered, all breathy.

“I love you too.” He giggled, nudging his nose into yours as he briefly closed the gap.

🍁 k. mccormick (wc: 755)

Traveling through the streets with Kenny, your arms were intertwined—swinging as you two circled around the town. You two shared your headphones. The sun shone but hid within the cloud, so you two weren’t burning right now. If anything, the lush breeze of cold winds blew against you two and made everything cold for you.

Suddenly, something stopped the two of you dead in your tracks.

“Who are you?” A girl spoke up, making you two put your little walk on pause. “And what are you doing with my boyfriend?” Quickly, your head jolted towards Kenny’s, who gave you a look just as shocked as yours.

Now, your relationship with him was still awfully fresh. Before this, he often went from girl to girl. He never really was confirmed to have dated two people at once, but he was a heartthrob amongst most, nonetheless. You worried, like any other rational person. What if he was really two-timing you two?

You turned back to look at her, mumbling out a nervous “I don’t know?” You didn’t notice it at first, but you let go of his hand, your concerns quickly getting the better of you.

“Well, he is my boyfriend, and I think you’re just being used by him.” She said, pushing you off to the side as she hugged Kenny’s arms like a koala—who pushed her off of him immediately. 

“Kenny, is this true?” You looked at him, maintaining a farther distance from him. You were worried, maybe a little insecure too. Those attributes were playing themselves to the maximum right now.

“God, of course not!” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and walking over to grab you by the sides of your arms. You flinched and took a few steps behind. “YN. I’d never do a thing like that. I understand you’re worried, given everything about me before, but I promise.”

“How can I be sure of that?” You looked worriedly at him, then back at the girl who had a smug grin on her face. 

“Because I like you,” he breathed out. “I like you a whole lot.” He smiled at you, not daring to move any closer for fear it would make you uncomfortable. “And because I have no fuckin’ idea who this girl is.” For a split second, you felt like you could completely trust him again like he was being genuinely honest. For a split second, just his gaze cured you of all your worries.

The girl spoke up once more. “What? I’m your girlfriend!” Just like that, your fears snapped back as fast as they left. You stood there frozen, watching what Kenny would say next.

“Look, girl, I really don’t know who you are.” Kenny rolled his eyes, sighing as he rubbed the back of his neck to relieve some tension. “So unless you got some hard proof that we’ve hooked up before, like texts or pictures or somethin’, YN is my partner as far as I’m concerned.”

She scoffed in reply, but she remained silent. Seems like she was stirring up some trouble all for nothing then. “I… I don’t, but I can’t believe you’re sleeping around with some sleaze!”

He walked up to her, pressing his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Now, you don’t talk to my partner like that, yeah? You know as much about me as I know as much about you—which is none. Stop prying yourself here. It’s fucking embarrassing and you’re only humiliating yourself.” He turned her body away from his direction, giving her a little push. He pulled you and lead you into the opposite direction she was facing.

“Are you okay?” Kenny asked, wrapping his arm around you.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry for that. I’d never do that to you, you know?” He cooed, playing with your hair with the arm around you.

“I know, I know, but that had me completely worried for a second—if I’m being honest and all.”

“I get why. I can’t say I blame you. I mean, I’d be as worried as you were if I were in the same position.” You found him resting his head on yours as well. “But, I just hope you know that ever since we got together, I’ve completely changed from that side of me. I really like you a lot, and I just can’t bare the thought of losing you because of something stupid like that.”

“Ken?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you, Kenny. I like you a lot too.”

🎸 s. marsh (wc: 612)

You and Stan were by a bar, mindlessly chatting as you two were mindlessly drinking. The atmosphere was crowded and busy. Though it would be overwhelming, especially adding onto the strong scents of alcohol and sweat, you’ve learned how to tune those things out as best as you could.

Stan was currently talking about what he and his best friend Kyle were up to earlier, you gazing deeply at him—forgetting to pay attention, even. “Yeah, and then Kyle was all angry all of a sudden. I get it, though, but like-”

A whiny, near-shrill voice caught both of your attention. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She sighed, taking a seat right next to him, hugging his arm.

Needless to say, Stan had a bothered look, pulling his arm away from her as he faced back to you, mouthing a ‘Who is she?’ at you. You shrugged.

To be honest, you were pretty sure that Stan hasn’t been seeing other people. I mean, he spent most of his time either with you, Kyle, or at work. He work alongside Kyle, and you trusted his friend, so you were sure you would’ve heard something already if he was doing something like that.

The girl behind scoffed. “Oh, my god! You’re so embarrassed. Why did you do that to me? Your girlfriend? Hellooooo?” She yelled amongst all the noise, waving a hand in front of his face.

Stan rolled his eyes, pinching his nose. “Dude, look,” he sighed, turning his direction towards her. “I only talk to, like, five people a day, max—and that includes my parents. I don’t know what your deal is, but I literally have no idea who you are.” He replied blankly but at the same volume.

“You’re only saying that because you're with some trashy whore you found on the street. You’re too nice to hurt her feelings.” She sneered, glaring at you deeply. You weren’t hurt by her comment, you were better than that, but you did find her really funny.

“Don’t say that. That’s my actual partner.” He shook his head, rubbing the sides of it to cool himself down. “We’ve been together for a year now. You’re just embarrassing yourself.”

“But I am your girlfriend!” She pouted, landing a fist on the table.

“Don’t think so.” He hummed nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink.

“You’re so annoying! I’m breaking up with you.”

“Wow. I’m so hurt.” He replied sarcastically, tapping his foot and resting his head on the palm of his hand as he waited for the exchange to be over.

“Ugh, don’t come crying saying you regret you did!” She cried, pushing him as she got out of the place, making a beeline towards the door underneath the luminous ‘exit’ sign.

“Uhuh, ‘kay. Buh-bye.” He said, double-checking if she was actually gone. A few moments after she was gone, you burst into a laugh. Stan rolled his eyes at first but found himself joining you as well—with him even ending up banging on the table.

“What exactly just was that?” You exhaled, catching a breath as you wiped away a tear from your laughs.

“No idea. Fuckin’ weak, though, babe,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face as he tucked the strands behind your ears. “You’re okay, though, right? I’m sure you are. I’m just checking up on you if-”

“Stan, I’m fine. I trust you.” You giggled, pressing a peck on his cheek. “Especially because you had the balls to admit that the only people you talk to, other than Kyle and me, are your parents.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Shut up. Oh, my god.”

[marcellaasblog]

Dreams do *cum* true.

Modern Older steddie x reader x older Billy

Main masterlist

Summary: Your boyfriends wanted to spice thing's up a bit in y'all's sex life,How will it go when they invite a close friend of theirs to tag along and make their dreams come true.

Warnings: p in v , squirting, multiple orgasm, switch steddie, dom billy,switch reader, spanking, hitting ,alcohol, ,digrating kink,pervert billy,masterbation, brat reader,a bit of angst,lots fluff!

Author's notes: (Eddie is 39) (Steve is 38) (billy is 37) ( reader is 22)

Also if I missed anything in the warning I am so sorry,I'll makes sure to edit it in!

Also everyone mentioned in this fic are adults,And let's just pretend billy is a good person!

Okay so I was a little insecure about my writing, but I decided just try again after a very sweet person message me saying say to not to let negative comments get to me,so here I am trying again 💜

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You loved both of your boyfriends so much

They knew that.

Eddie and Steve paid attention to you like no other.They know every little mole on your body,every face you make and what they mean,or when you get frustrated or sad they know exactly what to do.

You are their princess and they made sure to show you.

But the most important thing they know is how to please you. They know where all your sensitive places are at ,especially the ones that get you all nice and wet and ready for them.

But sex has been very bland lately, not that you aren't good at what you do, they just wish they could try new things or different ways to please you, because it was the same thing everytime. Eddie would eat you out getting you all wet and ready for Steve then him making you cum multiple times while Eddie would take your mouth or ,they would just sandwich you in between while Eddie takes you from behind and Steve fucks your pussy both using you as a personal fresh light.

You know the same old same old type of shit. 

The problem was they just didn't really know how to bring it up in a conversation but when they did, they would just throw little hints here and There to see if you ever caught on, but you never did, which was alright with them.

They would never want to put you in a uncomfortable position

If Eddie and Steve were going to be honest with themselves,they honestly didn't want you to get bored or tired of them and then just leave them.

That was their biggest fear.

You are a beautiful young woman with so many things to accomplish in life and so many younger, stronger,built men to go sleep with you had options and alot of them to be honest .

They were a little insecure about this whole relationship, being very confused on why you chose them when you could be with someone your age not with a "couple of Grandpa" they would tell you .

Your boyfriend words hurt you.You didn't like it one bit the way  they would talk about themselves.

They were more than just good in bed but they listened to you,they worshiped the ground you walked on,they understood you in a way you never did yourself.

But most importantly they always suck by you and it was not easy to find people that did that. Family and friends come in go but Eddie & Steve they stayed no matter what was going on in that pretty little head of yours,and you would do the same for them in a heartbeat.

You caught onto the little hints they would throw at you.

You know you shouldn't feel insecure about what they say but you couldn't really stop that bubbling feeling of anxiety at the pit of your stomach.You knew your boyfriends didn't mean no harm to what they say,but it made you question your sex life with them.

Are they bored of you?

Did they want someone with more experience?

Did you not satisfy them enough?

You couldn't really assume things before asking.But you couldn't really stop yourself from the doubt you feel .

But tonight was different. You could feel it.

Every Friday y'all had a movie fright night where y'all would binge watch y'all favorite horror movies and get wasted, stuffing your face with all sorts of junk food .

You loved these nights,you loved having Eddie and Steve all to yourself for once threw out the week and these nights always ended with being drunk off your asses and maybe if your lucky you would get fucked in the ass too.

This night was a little different this time.

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Eddie and Steve invited one of their old friends back from highschool.Never knew a lot about this guy,but his name.So you really didn't mind Billy coming over as long as you had them the rest of the night you had no problem with him.

Eddie and Steve were laid out on their nice cushion sofa eating the leftover food yall had in the refrigerator popping open their second beer of the night.

You  really didn't want to eat leftovers so you ordered 2 boxes of pizza, one being a regular pepperoni pizza and another one with all different kinds of toppings on it just in case your boyfriends decided not to be old farts for one night.

"Alrighty lady and gentleman what will we see first this time" Eddie asked picking up the remote heading to Hulu 

"What that one movie where that one dude goes crazy and tries to kill his wife and kid and there were those two evil kids in it?"You asked, looking over at your boyfriends covering your legs.

"Uh every scary movie that ever existed " Steve said sarcastically raising his eyebrow

"You know what I mean Steve" you throw your hands up in defeat

"You gotta be more specific baby" Eddie said smirking at you "you know Steve is not all there" he said messing up the poor man's hair.

"Fuck you ass,I'm not that old" he huffed sipping his beer

"Yeah sure and I'm batman" eddie said with a sarcastic grin

"Actually,you kind of are  once you think about it" Steve said trying to hide his grin.

"Wow low blow babe." Eddie sarcastically cries as he holds his chest.

"GUY? Hello the movie" you point at the tv.

"Oh right sorry babe.okay,keep on explanting it to me" 

" Okay, uhm,oh! I think one of the characters name were johnny and he has an ax with him that he split the door with and then tried to kill his wife and son" you say 

"You mean the shining" Eddie asked defeat look on his pale face

"YES! That's it" you jumped up from your stop  proud at your descriptions

"God you made us sound so old" Steve chuckled looking at his boyfriend patting his shoulder

"The shining it is" Eddie said searching up the movie

"Wait! Shouldn't we wait for your friend?"

"Nah billy watched this too many times, it won't kill him to miss a couple of  minutes" Eddie put his hand on your thigh

"Actually he just texted saying he's getting off of Staple street.He should be here in-"

Before Steve can finish the doorbell rings

"Perfect timing" Steve says heading to the front door

"You're gonna love him" Eddie whispered smacking your leg making you squeeze your  thighs around his big hand.

Eddie smirked 

oh this is just the beginning sweet girl.

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"Hey freak.how have you been " billy joked as he side hugs Eddie 

"It's been good man.How have you been?" He asked, smirking at Billy when his eyes made contact with you.

"I've been alright man ,but who's this pretty little lady over here?" he walks up behind Eddie , standing in front of you.

"This is y/n. She's out girlfriend we've been telling you about."Billy smirked above you, making you feel so small and unpowerful. His blue eyes roamed your body Before he put his arms out asking for a hug.

"It's nice to finally meet you sweetie.The guys tell me so much about you." billy mumbled into your shoulder.

Billy was a huge guy.His biceps were huge and he legs were thick and long .His hair was an ashy blonde curly mullet that stopped at his shoulders .This man was full of tattoos from where you could see.Billy's eyes were a bright frosty blue that felt like he could stare into your soul.Billy smelled like cheap men's cologne you could sample in a magazine and cigarettes. And oh god, his voice,his voice was deep and raspy and it was soothing to listen to.

"It-s It's good to meet you too." You whispered, fumbling at your words as he pulled away.

You eyed billy's huge body,taking in every detail quickly before he could catch you .

The things you were thinking about this man ,could send you straight to jail.

"She's a shy one isn't she"billy asked looking over at your boyfriends 

"Mhm not really" Eddie shrugged his shoulder

"What seems to be the matter, baby?" Steve asked, moving your hair out of your face.

"Mhm nothing." You tried to sound convincing

"Ya-sure? Nothings bothering you? Steve asked, swiping his thumb on your chin.

"Promise." You nod your head.

"Do I scare you or something sweetie " billy asked with pleading eye

"What? No I'm good, let's just start the movie already" You crossed your hands on the  top of your chest as you sat back down in your spot 

Hopefully he didn't think you were being rude.That was not your intention,you were just very irritated by yourself thinking of Billy in such a perverted way,while you have your two perfect boyfriends standing right next to him.

"Actually." Steve interrupted Turning to the kitchen.

"I WAS THINKING WE COULD PLAY A LITTLE PARTY GAME INSTEAD!" Steve yells from the kitchen before coming back with wine glasses ,and a bottle of sherry wine which is Steves and your favorite.

"What! Tonight movie night.we have never missed a day. " You say before jumping off the couch quickly trying to grab the remote from Eddie's seat.

Eddie snatched the remote, putting it in his back pocket.

"Don't be rude baby.we have a guest here." Eddie pointed at Billy as he took the empty seat next to you."

You smacked your lips rolling your eyes 

"Whatever." You whispered

"What was that?" Steve asked as he passed you your wine

"Mhm?oh,I didn't say anything." you looked up at Steve already wanting to just chug your drink and call it a night.

"Yeah sure you didn't." Eddie snickered.

Billy coughs as he changes the subject as he could feel the tension in the room build up.

"So,what game came to your mind Harrington?"

"Well you know just the classic never have I ever" Steve says as he puts his legs in Eddie's lap .

"Sounds like a plan, I'm in" Eddie stated

"Sure,why not? I'm in too "Billy said, sending Steve and Eddie a smile.

Eddie smacks your inner thigh to get your attention.

"What about you baby? You wanna play with us "Billy and Steve laugh at his cocky question.

"It's not like I have a choice" you put your drink down 

"Okay, perfect, here's how we play,if you have done it raise your hand,and if you haven't done it keep it down. Got it!." Steve asked as he put a thumbs up.

"Good.let's start.who wants to go first" your boyfriend said tapping his chin looking around the room as if he was an English teacher deciding in who to call on next.

Eddie raised his hand "I'll go."

He cleared his throat "never had I ever gone skinny dipping" he eyes then roamed the room as Billy,Steve and himself picked up their hand.

"Well I saw that coming" you say, taking a sip of your wine, looking at the men around you.

Steve turned towards you "you've never been skinny dipping bae?"

"Nope.Never was a fan of it"

"Well you should try it sometime,you can't let that pretty body of yours not be shown off" Billy say's with confidence.

Did he just say that ? In Front of Eddie and Steve.?

To Eddie and Steve they didn't mind.That was the whole part of the plan was to get you all flustered and whiney for them. And to be fair, Billy wasn't wrong. you do have a beautiful body and trust them when they say that ,cause they know.

"Uh yeah I'll make sure to mark my calendar" you say as you put your glass down.

"My turn. Uh Never have I ever hooked up with a close friend of mine." You watch as all four of y'all raise your hands.

"Oh god who" you asked very curious for your boyfriend's answer.

"Well, uh how do I put this, me and Eddie hooked up with an ex of mine." he paused "at the same time".

Your eye could bulge out if your socket any second now.

"Oh I remember,y'all told me this story, that how y'all found out y'all liked fucking each other instead" billy said chucking at the memorie of Eddie and Steve Blabbering about how it was "life changing".

"Wait! I wanna know now? Who was it? Do I know her?

Steve scratched the back of his head .

"Uhm do you remember Nancy? The one that's married to Johnathan.

Your mouth opens, you can't even push the words out of your throat.

"YALL FUCKED NANCY!" WHAT! IS THAT WHY SHE'S ALWAYS EYEING ME!.

Steve and Eddie and Billy laughed "oh god no. Maybe she just knows you're having a good time with us" Eddie said, sending you a wink.

"Ew gross" you shrug your shoulders.

"No, I'm pretty sure she was just checking you out" Steve intervened.

"What do you mean? You asked 

"Well Nancy isn't really open about things, but she had this massive crush on one of our friends,you remember robin right? Well after we broke up  she slept with robin and you know so on she figured out she likes women too but then robin got with Vicky, and then Nancy married Johnathan cause she was madly in love with him still,but yeah that pretty much all. So I'm pretty sure she was just checking you out,plus she texted me a couple of time after the get together telling me that you looked very sexy in red and you should wear it more often." 

Your cheeks flustered at the thought of Nancy saying you were hot.

"And what about you Billy boy, who was the lucky one." Eddie asked, sticking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"Y'all remember Chrissy?Chrissy Cunningham from school"

"No way! You fucked the cheerleader? Steve asked.

"Yeah well it was ongoing for a while until she got back with jason, which was cool I guess, those two shit head deserve each other" bill laughed 

"Well what can I say,you can't really trust the popular people" Eddie said, patting Steve's leg.

"Oh fuck off.That was years ago.Im a new man now!"

"Sure you are" you jokes

"Well now baby, who was the close friend you fucked"

Shit you forgot you had to answer too.

"Well he's not exactly my friend,but he's y'all's friend so I count him as mine"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT SAY ARGYLE! Steve screamed, covering his eyes.

"Oh god no.he's not my type"

"So who was it then?" Billy asked 

" Okay okay! We weren't together at that time, so y'all can't get mad at me for this

But do y'all remember that one night,when you sent hopper Up to my house to check up on me cause I wasn't answering y'all's calls? And then hopper never answered y'all back"...

The room went quiet for a minute.

"NO! NO! NOOOOO! YOU FUCKED HOPPER!" Eddie asked in disbelief.

"Shhh it was one time.Calm your tits babe." you laughed throwing your head back

"Damn you do have a type" Billy shook his head making his hair fall to the front of his face.

"I'm not surprised" Steve said

"What does that mean?" you asked annoyed by Steves stuiped comment.

"I mean come on  baby,I saw you eye Hopper the day we introduced you to everyone,it was the same way you looked at Billy when he walked in."

Oh Steve knew what he was doing. You were just too blind to see

"Wha- i- I wasn't eyeing Billy '' you say not knowing where to look so you bow your head.

"Oh quit the bullshit pretty girl. Don't act like your eyes weren't roaming his body.Eddie said, propping up his feet on the coffee table.

You felt bad but you didn't want to lie to them again.

"I- I'm sorry I didn't mean too' You apologize to your boyfriends.

"So.you admit you were checking me out doll" billy whispered in your ear moving your hair away from your face.

"Yes billy.I'm sorry." You apologize again as you feel your eyes starting to get blurry.

"Do you want to fuck billy baby" Steve asked moving  you taking your head into his hands.

"No" you lied

"I'm gonna ask you again okay? Do . You . Want. To. fuck . Billy? 

"Don't lie to us baby.we know when you lie and you know we hate lying little bitches like you." Eddie spoke up, putting his head on Steve's shoulder.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Steve asked

"Yes, I want to fuck billy" you  down on your lip,tears spilling out of your eyes as you confessed wanting to fuck another man.

"Oh, you're such a filthy little whore" Steve said, letting your face go. 

Eddie gets up from the couch grabbing the wine and the wine cups ,jogging to the kitchen as he puts them up .

"I'm sorry Steve I really am." you cry out loud this time feeling bad for your boyfriends.

Steve moves the coffee table away making more empty space on the floor.

"On your knees In Front of Billy NOW!" You obey Steve not questioning him.

Billy spreads his legs open more, getting relaxed as he lays his arm open flat on the top of the sofa.

You looked really pretty on your  knees crying.

Steve and Eddie sit back in their spots looking at one another.

"Take his belt off baby." Eddie demanded

You didn't question, you just did what you were told to do.

Your shaky hands reach over to Billy pants undoing the claps of his belt.

"Fuck" you hear come from  mouth.

"There you go baby. Now undo his zipper." Steve says as he and Eddie slowly slide down their sweatpants.

You did as you were told, while you laid your eyes on Steve and Eddie taking their own cocks out .

"Nuh uh baby,look at Billy not at us." Steve said slowly messing with the tip of his cock as he spread out hitting his knee on Eddie's.Steve lowered his head spitting down onto his cock slowly putting pressure on it as he jacks himself off with his own spit and cum.

"Fuck, good girl now take his cock out" Steve pleaded

"Steve i-"

"TAKE OUT HIS COCK GOT DAMNIT, FUCKEN LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE!" Steve yelled.

Your eyes begin to tear up as you nod your head putting your little hands in billy boxers taking out his pre- hard Cock.

It was beautiful. His girth,his size,the thickness of it, and the blue veins that roamed on each side of his cock. It made you squeeze your legs together rocking back and forth putting your head down taking billy into your mouth.

"Oh - oh fuck" billy moans putting his big hand on the back of your head guiding you up and down slowly as he threw his head back from the blissful feeling of your mouth.

"Fuck, she has a good mouth doesn't she?". Eddie asked as he looked at Billy's pleased face, roaming his empty hand all over Steve's body as he teased himself.

You bobbed your head up and down his length.you could feel Billy's heavy hand on the back of your head as he smacked the back of your neck causing you to choke on him.

"Oh fuck yes,choke on my cock pretty girl"

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

This time you can't control your sobs as Billy hits the back of your head making you choke on his long length.

You loved it. You loved being a toy to Eddie and Steve,and you love how Billy is handling you with force and deep desires.

You don't really remember how this ended up,but you could care less right now.

"Don't worry billy, you can be harder on her,she likes it rough."Steve says  letting go of his throbbing cock,he whines from his hand not touching his sensitive tip. He slides down his pants, kicking them off his ankle,as Eddie goes towards his boyfriend helping him with his shirt,Steve huffs frustrated wanting to go back and play with himself. Eddie drops his hands from Steve's shirt knowing what to do.

"Don't worry pretty boy,I got you." Eddie whispered into Steve's ear as he lowered his head onto Steve's cock not even caring about the  shirt anymore,just wanting to please his whiney baby.

"Oh- oh fuck yes" Steve moan throwing his head back as he faced billy seeing how drunk he was on your mouth around his Cock.

Without thinking Steve roughly grabs Billy's head smashing his lips into his,moaning at the taste of cigarettes and wine.

You gasps at the sudden scene In Front of you.Billys cock slips out of your mouth as you watch Steve make out with billy.you clenched your legs together trying to get some pleasure,but the only thing you were feeling was the pain of your throbbing clit and your aching hole that wants to be filled up so badly Right now.

Billy felt you let go of his cock,he roughly takes Steve off his lips as he grabs you by your hips throwing you in between of where he and Steve were .

Eddie looked up, threw his bangs seeing your red puffy face in his view and his boyfriends squished up face from him sucking his cock and playing with his balls.Eddie rocks his hips back and forth into the couch feeling like he had no control over his body. He was a mess, a whiny little bitch in heat.

"Oh fuck, right their baby,come on, make daddy come Eddie." He gripped the back of his boyfriend's head Turning it to the side as rams his cock into Eddie's mouth .

You could see Eddie's face as he was used as a hole for Steve. He had his cheek squished into Steve's inner thigh as Steve buckled up his hips hitting the back of his throat . Eddie was a mess.you can see tears forming out of his eyes and you could hear the wetness of Eddie's spit and Steve cum.

Billy by that time was on his knees In Front of you. 

"Do you trust me?" Billy asked roaming your leg

"Yes" you whispered 

"Yes what?" He grinned 

"Yes sir." You look into his blue eyes,to only be met with darkness of desire 

"Good fucken girl.can I take off your shorts baby?" 

"Yes, please take off my short sir" you moan,which catches Steve and Eddie's attention  as Steve lets go of Eddie's head seeing Billy tells you to lift your hip up a bit ,sliding your black biker shorts down your  legs .

He moans at the sight of your red panties.

"A thong really?" Billy chuckled.

"Well yeah ev- every Friday ends with us-us fucking so i made sure to be prepared."you say squeezing your legs together.

"Aww how sweet of you to get all cute and ready for us ,too bad we're not the ones fucking you tonight." Steve pouts.

You whimper at Steve words as you try to close your legs feeling fussy that your boyfriend was taunting you .

Billy didn't let you.He forced your legs open as he put them on his shoulder and dipped his face into your cover pussy as he sniffed the smell of your wetness.

"Shit.yall weren't lying when y'all said she smelled good." Billy said, dipping his head back into your covered pussy as he licks a stripe over your underwear.

"What do you mean they weren't lying" you asked confused but your brain was so foggy you could even get mad.

Steve chuckled at your pathetic little question "well,we like talking about you,and you know baby he's a friend and billy is sometimes too lonely so friends help friends out baby,do you get what I mean?" Steve said, kissing your red cheek as he put his head on your shoulder.

"Take off her panties billy, I wanna see you eat out my girlfriends pussy, like a man."

Billy looked back up at you,before he could ask permission from you , Eddie interrupted him .

"Hey if we're okay with it, she'll be okay. Now! Make her feel good or leave." Eddie said with venom rushing through his words.

Billy wanted to punch Eddie for talking to him like that but all he thought about was your poor little pussy needing some attention.

Billy ripped off your panties.

he ACTUALLY ripped them off.

"Hey!" You say as Billy lowers his head, licking a fat strip of your cunt nudging his nose to your clit as he brings up his veiny hand, spitting on his two middle finger then teasing your hole with his spit and your cum as he forced his thick fingers into your tight hole.

"Oh shit!" You moan, grabbing onto Eddie's full tattooed arm.

"Aww what's wrong baby?" " He's making you feel good?" Eddie laughed at your pathetic little wines,as he looks down at Billy finger fucking your little hole.

He didn't know what was hotter you or billy.

"Oh fuck me! Billy slow down please!" You tried to move his head away from your pussy,but he would just slap your hand away, getting back to sticking his long thick tongue in your hole or his finger. It didn't matter, it just felt too good.you didn't want to come right now.

"Nah uh baby don't be rude he's our guest." Steve said , laying his head on Eddie's shoulder as your boyfriends both watched you getting your pussy eaten from an old friend of theirs.

How ironic.

"No! Please i- I don't wanna cum yet" you cried out in pleasure trying to move away.

"You want billy to fuck you baby?" Eddie asked as he  moved your sweaty hair away from your face. You looked beautiful, all blissed out,red cheeks,a little bit of your mascara was running down your face, your lips were puffy and bruised from the face fucking.

"Mhm yes please." You cry as Billy lets go of your trembling legs as he flips you on your stomach dragging your bottom half off the couch facing your ass up.

SMACK!

"Mhm shit billy" you wiggled your ass in Billy's face.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

L"God  you have such a nice ass sweetie" Billy said as he massaged the red marks he left on your ass.

"She sure does." Steve says getting up from the couch, walking to the counter grabbing his wallet, and he pulls out a condom.

"Why do you have them in there?" You giggled looking back at Steve as he tosses Billy the condom plopping himself back down on the couch.

Steve   "you know just in case my baby's get too inpatient".

Eddie comes close to your face kissing your forehead then your cheek "enough about that right now,do you want billy over Their to fuck  you still pretty girl?" He asked as you smirked at the fellow metalhead.

"In one condition" you looked over at Steve as he teases the tip of his cock edging himself. "You let Steve fuck you." you whispered into Eddie's ear.

Eddie's body filled with goosebumps as his breath got heavy.

"You wanna see Stevie ruin me baby?" Eddie asked pleading eyes as he smacked your ass, causing you to jump back on Billy.

"Mhm please" you demanded

Eddie smirked getting up from his spot as he knelt down In Front of the couch,in the same position as you.

"You owe me" he whispered to you as you bit down on your lip giggling at Eddie's flustered face.

"Steve baby come on,our girl wants to see you fuck me" you didn't have to tell Steve twice.He quickly got up from the couch positioning himself behind Eddie.

Billy looked over at your boyfriends and then at you.He ripped open the condom package slowly sliding it on his thick length. You moan at the connection of the rubber from the condom teasing your little hole.

You watch as Steve spits on his thumb bringing it to Eddie's tight asshole lubricating the spot pressing it firmly into Eddie.

"Holy fuc-fuck that feels nice!" Eddie whimpered into the cushion of the sofa, tangling his hands with yours.

Slowly without a warning Billy pushes himself into your cunt making you squeeze Eddie's hand as you rock yourself back and forth trying to adjust to Billy's size.

"Oh! Fuck you fe-feel so good bi-billy"you cried out as billy grabs your hair as he rams his cock into you,you could hear the sound of his hips meeting your ass and the sound of your wet cunt sucking him in.

"Fuck! I- haven't had a young pussy in so long,feels so good baby, squeezing my Cock so well "Billy moans as he smacks your ass watching it jiggle.

Eddie and Steve whimper at the sight of you getting torn open by their friend.steve leaves a kiss on Eddie's shoulder kissing him all the way down to the bottom of his back.

Eddie is whiny and needy and frustrated that Steve is taking his time with him.

"Steve baby,just fuck me already man,it's not time to be all lovey  while our girl is getting fucked Infront of us". Steve knew Eddie was impatient, but all he wanted to do was show Eddie love.steve grunted pulling Eddie's hair up "fucken brat.Thats what you want? You want me to fuck you hard.Ill give you what you want . Steve said, slamming his cock into Eddie's tight hole,not letting him adjust to his size.He slams into Eddie repeatedly.

"OH FUCK!" Eddie cried out squeezing onto your hand,as he watched your blissful face as you were Cock drunk from Billy splitting you open .Spit was coming out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

"Fuck! So tight baby,just for daddy!" Steve said ramming his cock into Eddie as he reaches to the front taking Eddie cock into his empty,he fastly jerks him off.

"OH! OH! FUCK! STEVE, BABY SLOW DOWN!". Eddie's hips buckle reaching down to Steve's hand trying to move it away from his painful cock.

"NO!" Steve yelled, smacking Eddie cheek as he whimpered from pain."you- you wanted this,so fu-fucken take my cock, fucked t-take it you little bitch!"

You looked over at your boyfriends feel a sense of guilt letting Billy fuck you instead of your boyfriend. You tried to leave it but you didn't want Eddie or Steve to think that you left them out.

"How- how does h-he feel baby" you asked Eddie clinging onto his bicep.

"Feels so fu-fucken full sweetheart" Eddie threw his head back as Steve rams into his, hitting him even hard as Eddie Cock hits the end of the sofa, hissing at the rough smacks on his cock.

"How does Billy feel, baby? Is he treating our pussy right"? Steve asked grunting and pulling Eddie's hair as he sees his cock disappear into Eddie ass 

"So so good Stevie,he's fucken ri-ripping md open so good" you moan leveling up your body trying to gain control back.

"Billy how does she feel?" Steve asked biting onto Eddie's shoulder, causing Eddie to scream of plain and pleasure.

"DAMNIT! She feels so fucken good,she feels like a fucken virgin squeezing me so tight I can feel my dick going numb." Billy smacks your ass again as he pulls out quickly Turns you on your back slamming his cock back into you with no warning.

"OH FUCKKKK!" you chanted

"I know baby,I know. It feels so good doesn't it? "Billy said, smashing his lips into yours as his hand slaps down onto your pussy, making you gaspe out of surprise.

"Mhhm squeeze me again" billy hit your pussy again , making you squeeze around him.

"Oh oh fuck I'm gonna CUMMM! You cried holding onto Eddie's hand for support.

"Wait! Don't you cum yet doll,wait for me okay? Bill said, as he speeds up his pace seeing your juices run down his thigh."oh fuck oh fuck I'm gonna cum,I'm gonna cum so deep in you baby.'!

"Steve please hurry I want all of us cum with her" Eddie pleased Steve fasten his pace as he holds Eddie down ramming into him getting off to the cry's in the room.

"Fuck I'm so close baby,so close. You want me cum in you? 

!Yes yes please cum in ME Please! Billy rubs your clit fast,it feels so good but hurts so bad.

"Eddie baby I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum!" Steve screamed as he held his boyfriend down not caring if he could breathe right now.

"Oh fuckkkk Steve gonna cum" Eddie choked out digging his nails into your hand.

All four of y'all are so close to cumming. You could smell the sex in the air . Feel the sweat of yours and Billy's body and you could hear the wet gushing sound as you squirt all over Billy cock catching him off guard . You let out a loud scream as Billy was still stuffing your hole. It was messy. Your juices were everywhere on Billy's face and legs

Your body feels free,your eyes closed into the darkness of your lids as pleasure runs through your veins.

"FUCK YES! FUCK YES! IM- IM GONNA FUCKEN CUM ! SHIT SHIT SHITTT! Billy moans as he cums into the condom pounding into your soft body riding high out as he grunts into your shoulder as his body goes limp.

Eddie cried as he hit his high body jerking from the pleasure as he took his cock into his hands finishing in his fist and all over the couch cushion.

Steve holds Eddie down trying to finish as he apologizes to Eddie.

"I'm almost their baby - jus- fuck! Oh shi- oh'-fuck FUCK! IM CUMMING BABY ,IM CUMMING, IM CUMMING SO HARD" Steve Cursed and cried ,ramming his dick into Eddie one last time before his body slumps into Eddie's back as he leaves small kisses on Eddie's shoulder.

Everything is quiet for a while.

Bliss and pleasure still ran through all four of y'all's bodies as they  jerked, still recovering from your orgasms.

Eddie and Steve started to giggle as Steve slides his soft cock out of Eddie apologizing.

Eddie taps billy to move off of you taking your body into his arms kissing your blissful face waiting for your eyes to open .

Billy breaths heavy laying back into the couch looking at the poor mess you guys made.he Gets up slowly heading to the kitchen wanting to grab a hand towel or paper towels to clean up as he gets up he hears the door bell ring,he curiously looks back as Steve moves his hair out of his face nodding at Billy to Open the door.

"Did y'all order pizza?"

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Unbirthday | Kento Nanami x Reader | 呪術廻戦

Synopsis: You're trying to get your serious boyfriend to celebrate his birthday.

A/N: This is a PERSONAL Nanami day for me, I wanted to make it special.

Word Count: 1.1k

Unbirthday ● The concept of an unbirthday implies freedom from norms.

You sat on the couch opposite Kento, watching with a pout as he read his book. He had been ignoring you all evening and you desperately wanted some attention.

It wasn't like he never gave you any, but he just never seemed to take a hint. Then again, you were always vague, being too shy to ask him what you wanted, which explained a lot.

Still, he was a smart guy. He knew what you wanted and when.

You were sitting impatient, tapping your foot. You were trying to find ways to speak my mind , but it always came back to bite you in the ass.

"..." you reached out to speak to him, but then drew back.

You turn back at the clock,  time felt like an eternity. Why was this so damn hard to say to him?

Kento glanced at you while reading his book. Despite knowing how restless and bored you were by how you were fiddling with your hands and tapping your foot, he ignored you.

After reading a few more lines, he looked at you again, his eyes slowly moving from your face to your foot that was tapping impatiently.

"You're gonna burn a hole through the floor if you keep that up."

You foot came to a halt. You stopped what you were doing and just looked at him.

"Kento..?" You said softly. "Did I do something wrong?"

Kento looked at you with a slight frown. He put the book down in his lap with his index finger still in it, marking the page.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong."

He didn't say anything else and continued reading his book. You knew he could tell you had something to say since he was good at reading you.

You took a long deep breath, this was now or never for me. You couldn't screw this up. You exhaled and stared the man straight in his eye.

"Kento, I don't really know how to say, without screwing it up, but. I'd like to take you out for dinner." You finally confessed.

Kento closed the book in his lap, his eyes still on the cover. He didn't say anything and seemed to be contemplating your words. After a few more moments of silence, he let out a light sigh and said,

"Is there a special occasion?"

You wanted to fall back in frustration, you knew he was a busy man, but what kind of man FORGETS his birthday?!

"Yes. There is." You sat perfectly still.

Kento's silence was deafening as he finally looked up at you after your response. He stared at you for a few seconds before he realized what you meant.

"Oh."

He leaned back on the couch cushion. You could tell he was contemplating on whether he wanted to celebrate his birthday or not.

"You don't have to do anything for my birthday. I don't care for it."

"Wait, you KNEW?!" You said to him with shock.

Kento's expression turned into a frown again. "Of course, I knew. Did you really think someone like me would forget my own birthday?"

He raised his eyebrows at you, seemingly offended.

"No, I meant me trying to spoil my boyfriend—" You said to him, blushing a bit at the title.

Kento chuckled lighty at the word "boyfriend". He was never fond of labels and he always found using that word as cringy, but he liked seeing your reaction every time you said it.

"You don't have to spoil me. I told you I don't care for birthdays, especially mine."

"Well you should, Mr. Nanami!" You cried to him.

Kento let out a deep sigh and ran a hand down his face in slight frustration.

"And why should I?" He asked, his brows furrowed. "What's the big deal about celebrating my birthday?"

"You may not see it as a big deal, but as someone who cares about you, I want to celebrate with you.  My boyfriend.." You pouted a bit to make it more convincing.

Despite having an indifferent exterior, Kento was actually a softie at heart. And he has a weak spot when it comes to you.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact since he knew if he saw your pouting, he would give in.

"Fine. You can take me out to dinner, but nothing too fancy. I don't like spending money on unnecessary things."

"Well, you should have thought of that, when you said yes to dating me." You stated to him with a smirk.

"As your partner,  it's my job to male sure you're happy and give you nice things~" You continued to tease, but you did slip him a small nicely wrapped gift for him and handed it to him.

Kento reluctantly took the gift and looked at it with a disapproving grumble.

"I told you not to waste your money on something unnecessary."

He began to carefully rip the wrapping paper off, as if he was scared something would jump out at him.

You smiled at him as he opened the gift. You worked very hard on finding something like it.

After he peeled off all the wrapping paper, his eyes slowly went over the contents in the box.

He picked up a leather-strapped, silver wristwatch and looked at it with an almost admiring gaze.

He didn't say anything, but you could see the hint of a smile forming on his lips.

"Do you like it?" You asked him with much anticipation.

Kento carefully examined the watch, his eyes studying every little detail. He finally looked up at you and his lips formed a small smile.

"It's nice," he mumbled, his eyes returning to the watch. "But you shouldn't have wasted money on me. I told you I don't want anything fancy."

You felt your face heat up, you knew this, but you only wanted what was best for him.

"I know. But you deserve it, because..I love you, Kento." You confessed to him.

Kento looked up at you again when you confessed your love for him. He wasn't used to those three words being thrown at him, but he would be lying if he said he didn't like hearing them from you.

He didn't reply immediately, his hand gently caressing the watch in his palm.

"I don't know what I did in my life to deserve someone like you," he muttered quietly, still avoiding eye contact.

"You may be mysterious,  but that's what I love about you, Kento." You leaned in closer and gave him a small peck on the cheek.

Kento let out another deep sigh, but you could see a hint of flusteredness creeping onto his face. He still wasn't used to displays of affection, especially in the form of kisses.

He grumbled under his breath as you planted a kiss on his cheek, his hold on the gift tightening slightly.

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