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drew and actress!reader play the vanity fair game show
masterlist | actress!reader masterlist
based off the OBX3 interview + suggested by this ask <3
âI am Madelyn Cline and we are here to test how well we know each other.â Madelyn said into the camera, sitting in the âhot seatâ. The rest of her OBX costars sat opposite her in two rows, shoulder to shoulder and grinning ear to ear. Drew sat in the back, along with Rudy, JD, and Austin, where y/n sat in the front with Madison, Carlacia, and Chase. Drew wore a light purple blazer, a color the boys had made sure to tease him for all day, but he didnât mind. Y/n liked the color on him, so of course he was going to wear it.
â... and weâre the cast of Outer Banks!â Madison and Carlacia said, the rest of the cast joining them and waving at the camera. Madison put her head down with a giggle before composing herself and straightening up once more. Y/n could feel Drewâs fingers combing lightly through her hair, playing with the ends as they waited for the game to begin. She looked back at him, grinning at his long, tousled hair. He smiled back, his fingers continuing to run through her hair as they focused back on the game.
âOk, first question: which astrological sign do I like the most other than mine?â Madelyn said, the end of her marker resting on her lip as she thought. Quickly, the room burst into shouts and guesses, everyone clamoring to win the very first point of the game. Drew stood from his chair, craning his neck to see what Madelynâs card read.
âHey, no cheating!â Y/n pointed at him, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face before he sat back down.
âIâm gonna say Gemini.â Drew said, raising his eyebrows as he glanced into the camera.
âGemini women. Yes.â Madelyn replied, giving Drew the first point. The rest of the cast booed playfully, Drew patting himself on the back as Madelynâs turn continued. Once she asked her last question, it was Drewâs turn in the hot seat.
âY/n has to wait to answer.â JD said, the cast turning to y/n, her mouth falling open.
âThat is definitely not in the rules!â Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes.
âNow they are.â Rudy said with a shrug.
âOk, what is my secret talent? Bonus, where did I learn my talent?â Drew read, looking over the question card at his co-stars until his eyes met y/nâs. She narrowed her eyes, trying to read into what Drew was going to write on the card, after all, he was a man of many talents.
âSleeping.â Carlacia said.
âYou play piano?â Austin guessed.
âSee whatâs happening is you're just giving me a lot of ideas.â Drew said, taking the cap off of his marker as he prepared to finalize his answer.
âOh, write it down, I know it.â Y/n said waving her hand for him to write faster. Once he finished, Drew looked at her to answer.
âJuggling.â She answered, Drew flipping the card around to reveal his answer: juggling/insomnia.
âQuestion two: whatâs my favorite food?â Drew grinned, writing his answer down quickly.
âMama Jodiâs casserole!â The cast said in unison, Drew nodding as he flipped the card around.
âAlmost burned down the apartment complex cooking that one time.â Chase pointed out, causing Drew to gasp.
âThat was actually y/nâs fault.â Drew said, pointing a finger at y/n who scoffed.
âYou were the one that was distracting me!â Y/n shot back, raising her hands in surrender as she thought of the memory. It had been Drewâs birthday and y/n had decided to surprise him with his favorite casserole. However, the two of them had gotten so entranced in an intense game of Mario Kart that she completely forgot about the food in the oven⌠until the smoke alarm went off.
âFine, I will take some blame⌠only a little bit.â Drew cracked a smile as he shuffled onto the next card.
âLast question: who is my celebrity crush?â Drew scowled, biting his lip as he thought.
âY/n y/ln.â Rudy said quickly. A small smirk spread across Drewâs lips as he hurriedly wrote his answer down, the rest of the cast hooting and hollering as y/n covered her face with her hands and a flush spread to her cheeks.
âYeah, thatâs correctâŚâ Drew said bashfully, scratching his jaw. âI donât think she likes me though, if Iâm being honest.â
âDefinitely not.â Madelyn teased, nudging y/nâs arm playfully.
The game continued, each member of the cast having their turn into their hot seat until it was finally y/nâs turn.
âDrew has to wait to answer.â Y/n said, pointing at Drew. His mouth fell open, his competitive nature kicking in as he groaned.
âThe rules, Starkey.â Austin said, shaking his shoulder lightly as y/n picked up her first card.
âWhat is my favorite movie?â Y/n asked, pausing to think of her answer before writing it down.
âLa La Land? The Lego Movie? Moulin Rouge?â Chase guessed, attempting to rattle off as many guesses as possible.
âPitch Perfect!â Madison said with a giggle, to which y/n nodded.
âYes, very big Pitch Perfect fan.â Y/n responded. The cast had many memories of watching (and performing) the movie during quarantine when all of them were confined to their shared apartment complex.
âNext question: what is my go-to karaoke song?â Y/n raised her eyebrows as she wrote her answer down on the card.
âSomething Taylor Swift, yeah?â Madelyn asked.
âSurprisingly, no.â Y/n laughed. Drew and y/n had hosted many karaoke nights in their shared apartment, the entire cast fitting onto their sofa to sing and dance the night away. The two of them had even gone as far as buying a karaoke machine, complete with mics and lights. It was quite a hit.
âOh my god, I know itââ Rudy said, snapping his fingers as he searched for the right answer.
âAlanis Morisette...â Drew whispered, to which y/n scowled at him.
âYou Oughta Know!â Madelyn cheered, stealing Rudyâs answer with a giggle.
âYep, thatâs right⌠thank you, Drew.â Y/n said, quirking an eyebrow at Drew who just smiled back. Y/n shuffled her cards for a moment, drawing out the final question.
âOh boy, last one...â Y/n said dramatically, the cast letting out a string of âooohsâ as y/n cleared her throat.
âWhatâs my on set snack?â Y/n read, quickly scribbling down her answer as her co-stars looked between each other. Drew sat there, a smug grin on his face as he watched their castmates struggle to answer the very simple question.
âI literally had the same snack every single day.â Y/n said, hoping to direct her co-stars in the right direction.
âI never had the same break time as you two, thatâs not fair!â Carlacia said, turning to face Drew who simply shrugged.
âThe answer was pickles.â Y/n said, turning the card around to reveal her answer.
âWhat kind? We need specifics.â JD asked, quirking his brow.
âDill. The ones in the bag.â Drew answered for y/n, who simply nodded.
âAnd with that, we are the cast of Outer BanksâŚâ Y/n led, gesturing to her friends opposite her.
âThanks for watching!â The cast said in unison, waving to the camera.
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morning embrace - paul mescal x reader
summary - paul comes home after a run to see you making breakfast
word count: ~670
a/n: someone might have watched gladiator ii and fell in love all over again with paul then wrote this instead of writing their uni essay...hmm i wonder who that is!! here's something short n sweet i wrote to make up for the serious lack of paul/lucius fics :(
the london sky was rosy and cloudy; it was 7am on a thursday and the sun was still in the process of rising. you had the perfect view of the city out of your kitchen window, and every time you cooked in here, you reconfirmed in your head that you and paul made the right decision buying the flat almost 6 months ago. though the two of you hadn't lived there for long, it was already home.
the radio was on, as usual, and was playing quietly in the background. the sizzling of eggs and mushrooms on the frying pan quickly overpowered the vocals of a song you couldn't quite recognise.
the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the last remnants of the lavender incense that you burned before going to bed last night. this was the first thing paul smelt when he came through the door, with a slight slam and vibration alerting you to turn around. it was then that the smell of breakfast hit him. beads of sweat trickled down his thick, slightly quivered brows - evidence of his long run through the park.
"morning, love," you greeted him, your voice barely coming through the bustle of the kitchen.
paul, still catching his breath, offered a contented smile. his eyes, however, showcased a hunger not satiated by the run alone. you smiled, looking into his eyes before turning back to the stove to gently stir the almost ready mushrooms.
paul approached you and you could feel his eyes on the back of your head. the smile on your face, still present, grew even wider as you felt his larger, sweaty presence lurking over you, taking a deep inhale of the aroma coming from the pan.
"smells amazing," paul murmured, his nose now pressing gently into the curls of your hair. his voice felt like a gentle caress against what was now the morning quiet, with all other sounds falling into the background, leaving only the intimate space you both shared.
"i aim to please - especially hungry runners." you replied, a teasing glint in your eyes.
though his chest was already lightly touching your back, a magnetic pull seemingly drew the two of you even closer together. paul's arms encircled your waist, and you quickly turned the stove off, for you had expected to be distracted now that you were in the arms of your lover.
âthank you.â paul whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to the nape of your neck, making you all flustered and warm inside.
as the aroma of the now finished breakfast continued to fill the air, you turned around in paul's arms to face him. your eyes met first in a silent exchange, then you tilted you head up so your lips could meet - a fusion of passion, the sweet taste of morning, and the slightly salty taste of his sweat.
your soft fingers traced gentle patterns on paul's ever so damp chest as the two of you embraced each other, savoring the rare, quiet morning together. with your busy 9-to-5 job and paulâs demanding acting schedule, moments like this didnât come often. but with paul on a short break and you having taken a few days off, you were determined to make the most of it. the kiss deepened as the pair of you smiled into it and slowly swayed to the melody in the background.
âyou stink, paul.â you whisper after he hesitantly breaks the kiss, both of you bursting into a soft laughter.
âfuck off,â he says playfully, his arms still around your waist. âhow about i eat the beautiful breakfast you made me first, and then we can both get in the shower?â
âwell iâm not gonna say no to that.â you say as you raise one of your hands and begin admiring his bearded chin.
with one last peck, paul releases his hands from your waist and reaches above you to grab two plates. you can't help but feel content.
#paul mescal#paul mescal x reader#lucius verus#lucius verus x reader#gladiator 2#gladiator ii#gladiator ll#pedro pascal#fluff
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At His Mercy
Mr. Reed (Heretic) x fem reader
Youâre a PhD theology student wasting time at religious convention, bored out of your mind until you meet a charismatic older man who shares your interest in religion and blasphemy.
Warnings: p in v sex, religious trauma, age gap (reader is of age, nearly 30), degradation, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, wax play, religion used in an erotic way
(I have never written fanfic in my LIFE thatâs how down bad I am for this man, forgive me if this is a mess lol)
You walked up to the mediocre coffee station for the third time that morning, preparing to stay awake through another dull lecture. It was day two of the Colorado Theology Conference and you had lost patience halfway through day one. You had hoped for more academic and agnostic speakers, but so far youâd heard nothing but actual Christian pastors and priests rambling on about the state of modern religion. For Christ sakes the keynote speaker was a goddamn prosperity preacher! You had to stay as long as could to please the big wigs at the university, each program had to send a PhD candidate for âprofessional developmentâ and this was all they could find for religious studies. Lucky you.
As you poured the burnt coffee into your already stained styrofoam cup you glanced around the table trying to spot the little creamer cups to no avail. âAre you fucking kidding me?â You said under your breath, clearly louder than intended. âWell thereâs always sugar!â You whipped your head to the direction of the voice, fearing youd get scolded by some pastor for daring to curse. The voice, a posh British accent that felt out of place in this cursed convention center, belonged to a middle aged man. He had a kind smile that reached his blue eyes effortlessly. He produced three small sugar packets and handed them to you. âI wish I could drink it black but I canât handle the bitterness.â He chuckled as you mixed the packets into your cup. You smiled back at him and squinted to read his name tag, delighted that pastor was missing from his name. âThank you Mr. Reed, Iâm just glad to see a man thatâs not a preacher in this room.â
His eyes traveled across your body and you almost called him out but he spoke before you could say anything. âI take it youâre not a woman of the cloth yourself, I hate to judge a book by its cover but I doubt many Christian churches would want that on display.â He pointed to the tattoo on your sternum. You giggled and relaxed, realizing he hadnât been in ogling you, heâd simply been looking at your tattoo. He was the first person this weekend to look at it and smile, most had sneered at you once they realized what it depicted, not that any of them really knew beyond thinking it was a demon. âI know itâs not a good look for an old man like myself to be staring at a young ladies chest, but indulge meâ his posh voice lowered with the last words and you felt yourself growing unexpectedly warm. âThat fellow thereâ he said point towards collarbone âis Asmodeus, yes?â You looked up at him, realizing how handsome he really was up close. He had a classic attractiveness to him that no doubt made him popular when he was younger, but there was a bookish innocence to him even at his older age that drew you in. His instant recognition of the demon on your chest mustâve made you visibly light up because he beamed a smile right back at you. âYouâre the first person to actually know who he is this entire weekend! Iâve gotten lots of comments but Iâm sure you can imagine they were less than kind based on the crowd we have here.â He raised his eyebrows and nodded, enthusiastically agreeing with you about the overly zealous convention goers.
Relieved to have met someone with a more academic background you blurted out âIâm Y/N! Please sit with me during the next lecture? I think Iâll die if Iâm stuck sitting between anymore church moms or worship leaders.â He smiled again, making the crows feet surrounding his blue eyes wrinkle up. âAbsolutely Y/N, but only if we can sit in the back and whisper nasty jokes about whatever nonsense is being said on stage.â You laughed, a genuine laugh, and began walking towards the ballroom where the next lecture was taking place.
âSo what brings you here Mr. Reed? You must be an academic if youâre not a Bible thumper like all these people. Forgive me for judging a book by its cover as well, but you must be a professor?â He certainly looked like one with autumnal colored cardigan, grey slacks and large clear rimmed glasses. âOh goodness no, you flatter me! Iâm just an old man with an interest in religion. Iâve been studying it for decades at this point. Iâve been to quite a few of these things, but usually theyâre filled with academics not religious nuts. I think this one was advertised a bit incorrectly. Iâm guessing youâre on your way to being a professor though?â He quiered back at you. âYes, Iâm getting my PhD in religious studies. Iâve been into religion as long as I can remember as well, I guess not as long as you. Oh god sorry that was rude!â You blushed a bright red realizing youâd called Mr. Reed old. He simply laughed and said âDarling donât apologize for having eyes, Iâve clearly got a few decades on you! You must be what? 30 at most?â The blush from early only deepened at the pet name. Attempting to gain composure you coughed and replied â30 in April!â âTrust me, Iâm ancient history compared to you.â
The two of you settled into the back row of the ballroom and you nodded toward the speaker, a Baptist minister who looked like heâd been alive during the crucifixion. You lowered your voice to a whisper âwell not as ancient as HIM.â Mr. Reed stifled his laughter, a challenge you both attempted and mostly failed as you whispered back and forth for the next hour.
After the lecture the two of you slinked out the back worried youâd get a talking to for being too loud during the lecture. You looked at the paper schedule from your pocket and sighed âthe damn keynote is next. I donât think I can handle that grifter.â Mr. Reed grimaced in agreement. He looked down at his watch and then up at you. âWould you allow me to take you lunch darling?â There was the pet name again and with it came a flush in your cheeks. You chewed your lip, deliberating it. You were supposed to sit through the scheduled lectures and bring back notes for your thesis team, a way to prove the universityâs investment in professional development wasnât wasted even though it most certainly was in this instance. You looked up at Mr. Reed, studying his expression. You wanted to know more about this mysterious religious enthusiast full of dirty jokes who got excited by demons. Surely he had stories that would be more impactful than that prosperity preacher! You lied to yourself saying it was purely academic when in reality the heat pooling in your stomach was getting hard to ignore. Youâd always fancied older men, but until now it was always talk. Always a day dream. Here was a handsome older gentleman who had a lot in common with you who was seemingly flirting without being creepy. You couldnât let this chance pass. âIt would be my pleasure! Letâs get out of here.â Your new companionâs face lit up and he guided you out the door of the convention hall. âDonât laugh at how cliche this is, but thereâs a rather good English pub down the road how does that sound?â You tightened your scarf around your face and nodded, a slight giggle escaping at that suggestion coming from the posh accent.
After a couple of blocks youâd reached your destination and settled into a booth at the back of the dark, cozy pub. âCan I ask a personal question that may be slightly uncomfortable?â Mr. Reed posited. You were becoming slightly infatuated and really had nothing to lose at this point. âIâm an open book, ask away!â âWhat is your reasoning for getting our good friend asmodeus etched upon your lovely collarbone? I know youâre far too smart for the standard answer of âhe looks neat.ââ You knew this would be coming the second he had recognized the demon on your chest. If you were going here, you wanted to play with him a little. âWell Mr. Reed, I can answer that, but first I need you to tell me what you know about Asmodeus.â Your older companion smiled at you dangerously and began, âWell, heâs present in all the abrahamic religions, usually as a demon king. Heâs closely associated with the Angel Raphael. And, forgive me for being so crass, I hope this last reason may have motivated your tattoo: in the late Middle Ages the Malleus Maleficarum posited that he was the demon of lust.â His final word went straight to your core. You were almost dizzy from the rush of endorphins hitting you, sure it was hot that was boldly and blatantly flirting with you, but his knowledge of all the things that interested you the most may have been even sexier to you. You smiled coyly. âItâs your lucky day then Mr. Reed. His association with lust was absolutely the motivating factor.â He grinned at you and gave a look suggesting he wanted you to elaborate. âI was raised Catholic. My parents were all about it, we were constantly volunteering at the church. So at one point in high school me and this friend, Gabe, are put in charge of cleaning out the sensors. One day I walk in and see the parish priest trying to put a move on Gabe and I put myself between them. I tell the creep Iâm running straight to the diocese and to my parents to get his ass fired. Well by the time I get home my mother is SCREAMING at me calling me a whore of Babylon, a jezebel. My father wonât look me in the eye. Turns out the creep priest had called my house and told my mom he caught me and Gabe fornicating in the church office and that Gabe told him I let all the other high school altar boys take turns with me. Obviously none of it was true, I was a virgin and Gabe was in the closet, which father creep knew and probably used to get Gabe to fall into line with his story. For the rest of high school I was the Catholic school slut and that came with all the cat calling and groping you can imagine. Youâd think that would break my spirits when it came to religion, but it had been with me so long I couldnât let it go. I didnât believe the way my family did, but the stories, the imagery it all meant so much to me. So I fuck off at 18 and go to college in a different state for theology. Turns out Iâm good at it. I graduate with honors. I get into a top choice masters program. I graduate from that program with honors. I know Iâm hot shit and I feel like Iâm hot shit and that Iâve come a long long way from being the Catholic school slut so I find the perfect image of Asmodeus and get him smack dab in the middle of my slut chest. Because heâs more than lust, heâs power, heâs danger. Itâs a shame though, I spent so much time with my head in a book I never got to live up to my alleged Catholic slut persona.â
The second you finish your story your confidence falters and you feel your cheeks flush. You cannot believe you just shared all that with this man youâve only known for a few hours. Mr. Reed broke the silence by quietly saying âYouâre extraordinary.â You could tell he was being sincere and it made your heart beat faster. If he kept this up your old reputation may come true. âWell now you know my edgy religious trauma backstory, letâs hear yours!â He chuckled. âWell I canât say I was ever accused of being the town harlot, though I donât think Iâd fit that part visually anyway.â You rolled your eyes at him, sick of his subtle self deprecation. He had to know he was handsome. Sure, he was old enough to be your father, but his age suited his features. The lines around his mouth and eyes came to life when he smiled. His greying hair was touseled in that messily attractive sort of way. The large glasses that sat in his face added to the sexy professor vibe he gave off. âHonestly Iâve got no tragic backstory. Iâve just craved the connection to a higher power since as long as I can remember. I wasnât raised religious so as soon as I could read I started searching for the one true god. Thereâs so many religions is exhausting. Each of them have their own special qualities, but there was always something that let me down. I learned literally as much as I could. Iâve collected so many books and artifacts that my house looks like a damned theology museum. Then I found it. After my years and years and years of searching. I found the one true religion, the one true god.â He said those final words very seriously which contrasted greatly with his general quirky demeanor. You let out a little gasp. âSo youâre not agnostic or an atheist then? I just assumed the way we were talking with each other you were agnostic like me!â âI was the picture of agnosticism for many many years. I donât know what my discovery makes me. Thereâs no way to describe it.â Ok, now you were a little nervous. Was the handsome academic before you secretly a cult freak? He clearly sensed your discomfort and lightened the mood. âEnough of that though, youâre not some religious nut who needs to be convinced. I respect a solid agnostic. Itâs good to be open to anything.â You smiled back at him, feeling just a bit more at ease.
You continued to chat about yourselves and various religious facts and oddities as you ate. Eventually you exited the restaurant and realized how long youâd been lost in conversation. The sun had begun to set and you werenât quite ready to leave your new companion. His assertion of knowing the one true religion wouldnât leave your mind. An old building across the road caught your eye. You looked over to Mr. Reed, his nose starting to flush pink with the cold. âHumor me?â You said as you stuck your gloved hand out to him. He smiled and placed his much larger hand in yours. You pulled him across the road and into the old stone building, a rundown yet still beautiful Catholic Church.
Despite your distaste for your family and your upbringing, you always felt a warmth and a comfort inside a Catholic Church. This one was small, but still had all the hallmarks of a cathedral: stained glass, wooden carvings of the stations of the cross, a giant crucifix of Christ in all his gory glory dead center of the aisle. You always found that there was a certain blasphemous sensuality in the depictions of Christ. Maybe you werenât beating the Catholic slut allegations after all.
As you guided Mr. Reed into the church you paused to anoint yourself with holy water, old habits die hard after all. He skipped the water but followed you as you trailed around the church, your eyes on the architecture and decor, his eyes never leaving you. You finally settled into a few towards the front near the donation candles. The two of you were the only occupants and you closed your eyes, savoring the moment. Eyes still closed, you rested your hand on his and whispered âThank you for seeing me. Nobody has ever seen me the way that you have.â You were met with silence, but his larger hand covered yours. After a continued moment of silence you opened your eyes and turned to him. âPlease. What is this one true religion you believe so much in? I have to know. I canât fathom parting ways and never knowing.â He looked at you very seriously. âAre you sure you want to know?â âPlease.â You whispered desperately. âOk, then close your eyes again.â He said in a hushed tone. You did as you were told and you felt him brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He leaned in close enough that you could feel his lips graze your ear and whispered âControl.â
Your entire body felt as if it was engulfed in flames. You squeezed the hand that still remained in your grasp and your eyes fluttered open. His gaze was hungry. You stared directly at him and said, louder than any of your previous conversation in the church, âMr. Reed I think Iâd like you to take me to see that theology museum you mentioned earlier.â âOf course darling.â In stark contrast to the way you had lazily lead him by his hand into the church, he quickly lead you out with his hand pressed firmly onto the small of your back. The old woman working the volunteer desk shot the two of you a puzzled look, she had no doubt assumed you were father and daughter until she saw the way his hand rested just above your ass.
He whisked you back to the convention hall parking lot and opened his car door for you, ever the gentleman. He had asked if youâd driven to the convention and if you wanted to drive separate, but you had ubered from your modest student housing. The two of you continued to make conversation as you had all evening, Mr. Reed even mentioning specific artifacts he would show you when you arrived at his house. Despite this the sexual tension was thick and heavy in his small sedan. A small part of you was screaming to yourself that this was insane and reckless, going to a second location with a man you just met today. But you had secretly wanted your day to end this way nearly the second you met him. His course whisper of the word control had sent you over the edge. All you do is think and decide and it gets so fucking exhausting. The idea of turning yourself over to him to do with you as he liked was just too good to pass up.
He pulled up to his house and opened up the car door, leading you into his house. You couldnât help but smile as you walked in. It was adorable. It had the soft welcoming quality of a grandparents house. You wouldnât dare say this aloud for fear of making him self conscious about his age. âOh Mr. Reed your house is lovely! Itâs so cozy!â You exclaimed. He smiled at you and then noticed you were shivering. âCup of tea to warm you through?â He asked. You nodded and he disappeared into the kitchen. You settled onto a couch and before long he returned with two cups of tea. As he handed you yours his fingers brushed your hand for an extended moment and it sent shocks through you. Much to your embarrassment he noticed and winked. You drank your tea and continued to talk aimlessly until finally he said âWould you like to see some of my collection?â You nodded enthusiastically. Sure, âseeing his theology museumâ was a ploy for him to take you home and fuck you senseless, but you also were dying to see his collection and he knew it.
He grabbed your hand and guided you down a dimly lit hallway into a large office. It was chock full of books, artifacts and paintings. You couldâve lost hours in here. He had things from just about every religion youâd ever heard of, there were probably a ton that you had no clue about. He let you wander around for a moment then retreated into a corner, returning with an intricate crucifix. âI think youâll love this one, I saw how you looked at the one at the church.â He handed it over to you and you brought it close to your face to inspect the detailed paint job. It was a wooden carving, probably late medieval or early northern renaissance. The paint had faded, but the details of Christâs wounds still shone a bright red. You rubbed your finger absentmindedly up the naked torso of the figurine and you felt Mr. Reedâs breath on your neck. âI watched you look upon the lord in that church and could tell your thoughts werenât so holy. Is that your grand rebellion against your upbringing? Fantasizing about fucking Jesus?â You whipped around and faced him, your lips nearly touching. His pale eyes bore into you and for the first time this evening you were genuinely speechless. That serious, almost scathing tone from back at the church had returned. âHow many times have you sat up late at night and touched yourself looking at him while you study? Do your droll professors know youâre soaking through your panties when theyâre running through their slides?â Your face had to be deep red at this point and he was clearly relishing in your embarrassment. âWhen was the last time you got fucked y/n?â You looked away from him and that was all the answer he needed. âAt what point today did you start imagining me fucking you?â He asked smugly. You thought back, trying to pinpoint the exact moment your thoughts turned to sin. âWhen you pointed out my tattoo. I thought you were checking me out, but realized you were genuinely curious about the tattoo. You knew what he was.â His eyebrow raised, seemingly pleased and shocked at your answer. âI thought you were handsome from the moment you handed me the sugar packets, I have eyes after all, but your intelligence is what sent a fire through me.â
You felt brave and brought your hands up to his hair, rifling your fingers through his soft greying locks. He closed his eyes and hummed an approval. After you broke the seal by touching him, he finally placed his hands around your waist and pulled you towards him, your chests flushed against each other. Your lips were barely grazing when he whispered
âBehold, you are beautiful, my love;
    behold, you are beautiful;
    your eyes are doves.â
Who was this man? One second heâs degrading you, the next heâs holding you tenderly quoting the Song of Solomon.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he broke the small gap and kissed you. It was a a chaste kiss, perhaps revealing he simply talked a big game and he himself hadnât had a lover in some time. That was fine by you, there was something alluring about breaking him in. You went in for another kiss, hotter and heavier than his, your hands gripping his scalp, a moan building in the back of your throat. You broke the kiss and began placing kisses across his face and neck, settling in to craft a hickey on his right side. You left his neck with a pop, satisfied by the red mark left behind. You whispered into his ear âand when was the last time you fucked, Mr. Reed?â He brought his hands up to your face, pulling it to look him in the eye. âI must confess darling itâs been quite a minute. Once you reach my age the options slim out. Iâm also not one to just stick my cock in whatever makes itself available. You, my dear, are special. And if youâll let me, I can show you that while it may have been awhile for me, I promise you Iâm not out of practice.â You answered him with another kiss. He smiled and released you, causing you to frown at the lack of contact.
âGive me just one second!â He called back to you as he began running around his office. He began putting together what you could only describe as a nest in the middle of the floor laying blankets and pillows around. He grabbed your hand and guided you to the floor. âNow darling, will you let me show you how a man treats a lady? I doubt those piddly little boys youâve messed around with had a clue how to make your body sing.â His words went straight to your core. The idea of an age gap alone always turned you on, the allure of an experienced, tender older man who knew how to treat a lady. You let him lay you down and said âIâm at your mercy now Mr. Reed.â
He lay next to you and resumed kissing you passionately. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth he began slipping his hand under your sweater. âWhat a good Catholic slut you are!â He mused, pinching one of your nipples. You rarely ever wore a bra, especially under your thick winter sweaters. You let out a soft moan in response. He massaged your breast further and you stifled another moan. âDarling itâs just us, you can do better than that. âO come, let us sing to the LORD; let us make a joyful noiseââ He tweaked your nipple at the end of the quote and you moaned deeply, both at the stimulation and the persevere use of a psalm. He pulled your sweater off leaving your chest bare, the cold air hardening your nipples. He wasted no time taking one into his mouth, licking and sucking while he stimulated the other with his hand. It was all going straight to your core, you needed him to touch you where it mattered.
âPleaseâ you huffed out. He brought his face close to yours and asked âPlease what? Youâre a big girl use your words.â Your face flushed, suddenly feeling a wave of embarrassment. You were never one to talk dirty or ask for specifics when you had sex, you always worried it would kill the mood. Deep down you knew this was part of the turn on for him though so you managed to sputter out âPlease play with my pussy. I need it, I need it so bad it hurts.â He places a kiss on your forehead and replied âwhat a good girl using her words. How I could I ever deny you.â Despite the slight condescending tone, the use of âgood girlâ made you moan. He would remember this.
He brought his hand down to your jeans and rubbed through the thick material. It did practically nothing and you knew this was just another ploy for you to beg him using your words. âMr. Reed please please touch me bare, please I need your fingers.â He smiled and began sliding your jeans off. He chuckled when he got to your underwear. âListen I didnât imagine Iâd be getting lucky at the religious convention!â You squeaked out hiding your face. Youâd absentmindedly thrown on a pair of boy short style underwear patterned with French fries. âIs it too forward to say suddenly Iâm craving a McDonaldâs?â You playfully kicked his leg and you both chuckled. âI would never allow a poor old man to starve.â You replied faux dramatically.
As he went to pull down your underwear he exclaimed âmy god, am I this powerful? These are sopping wet.â It was true, heâd been turning you on for hours at this point and by the time youâd made it back to his little chapel your underwear was so wet it almost felt like youâd had an accident. âThen do something about it!â You huffed. He pulled the garment down your legs and you were finally laid bare before him. You had no clothes on and he had everything still on, down to the grandpa cardigan. Laid out in his office decorated like a church you felt like a sacrifice. That only turned you on more.
He pulled your legs apart as wide as they could go and gazed up your sex. Despite his academic cool guy demeanor, you were really beginning to see just how turned on he was. His face was flushed, his hands trembled slightly as they gripped your thighs. His erection was straining through his trousers, clearly large enough for you to have plenty of fun with later. He moved his hands from your thighs to your vulva and spread you open, sighing lustfully as he did. He took an index finger and rimmed it around your entrance, gathering your juices before bringing his finger in lazy circles around your clit. You moaned, a deep guttural moan. You were too caught up in the ecstasy of finally being touched to see just how much this affected him. He continued to slowly stroke you while he brought his lips back to your nipple, sucking and nibbling. The dual stimulation was heavenly. He brought his lips to your ear and whispered âDarling may I taste you?â You moaned at the thought and then, in a moment of theological clarity, caressed his cheek and replied âMy beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies.â He seemed just as turned on by religious quotation as you, his eyes widened before he slunk back down to your pussy, spreading it wide before feasting upon you.
He took an experimental lick from your entrance to your clit and you cried out. Clearly amused by your reaction, he focused on your clit, alternating between licking and sucking in a painfully slow fashion. You were moaning in a way you wouldâve considered deeply embarrassing had you had the clarity to hear yourself: a high pitched whiny squeal that sounded like something out of a porno. This entire scenario, the dashing older man eating out the young bookish girl, was straight out of a porn so perhaps your wailing was fitting.
As you felt your climax build, he cruelly pulled away. âNoooo donât stop please!â You whined, lightly kicking his arm. He looked up at you and you found that his gaze had shifted back to the confident, predatory one youâd seen at the actual church. He climbed up your body until you were face to face and he held your chin in a strong grasp. âAre you going to be a good girl? Because only good girls get to cum.â You nodded frantically. âYou said earlier you were at my mercy, Iâm going to put that to the test now. If you disobey me Iâll leave you crying on the floor with no release and no chance at getting my cock.â Your eyes widened, what on earth did he mean with his test? Your mind was too clouded with lust to question anything. You needed him. âAnything Mr. Reed Iâll do anything you want. Iâm your good girl please let me show you.â He chuckled at your desperation. âWait right here then my good girl, I need to grab some things. Something from me and something from you.â
He left you laying on the floor wondering what he could possibly mean by something from you. After what felt like ages he returned. In his hands he held an ornate candlestick with the Virgin Mary carved into the side. A deep red candle was affixed to the top. âThisâ he said setting the candle on the ground âis from me.â He rifled into his cardigan pocket for something. âAnd this is from you. I think most people would say good girls donât carry this in their purse, but I would wager Iâm not most people.â He produced a small black rubber ball with a small hole at the top. You stared at in, confused, and then realization set in. It was a vibrator. You had gone out to lunch with your roommate from undergrad a week ago and she had given it to you as a joke, calling it your date for Valentineâs Day. Sheâd been married with kids for 5 years at this point and constantly nagged at you to settle down so the vibrator was par for the course, a usual humiliation from her. At the time youâd rolled your eyes at her and thrown it in your bag forgetting about it. Your companion must have rifled through your belongings when you got up to use the bathroom at the restaurant. He sat down on the floor and motioned for you to come to him. âLay against me pet.â He said patting his chest. You backed into him, your ass against his straining erection and your head leaning back onto his shoulder. It was almost too intimate a position for a one night stand. If thatâs all this was.
âHere is whatâs going to happen. I am going to take this candle, light it, and drip its wax down your delectable body. While Iâm doing that I will be holding this vibrator firmly against your clit. Now I know Iâm not some big muscle freak, but I am certainly strong enough to hold you down and I will do so. You will not cum until I give you permission. If you agree to this right now I will not listen to any pleas of stop or no, but I know that you wonât dare even utter those words.â Your heart was racing and you felt yourself grow even wetter, something you didnât think was possible at this point. Earlier when youâd mentally imagined fucking your new friend youâd imagined he would kiss you and fondle your breast a little before fucking you in missionary. Youâd never anticipated wax play and edging from an aging British amateur theologian.
âI told you Mr. Reed. Iâm at your mercy.â You huffed out, snuggling your head into his neck as if to prove how serious you were about staying. âAtta girlâ He said, placing a kiss on your forehead. He started by lighting the candle. Once the wax began dripping down to the candle holder he lifted it off the ground and hovered it above your naked body. âYou, LORD, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.â The psalm slipped past his lips as the hot wax hit your breasts. It felt incredible, especially as he held you flush against him. His right arm held you firm in place against him even as his hand, which held the vibrator, snaked closer and closer to your core. Finally you felt the cold silicone divot pressed firmly over your clit. You shuddered at the contact, already sensitive from his fingers and mouth. He hit the button on the side of the device and it whirred to life. Just as the vibration began he poured more wax down your torso. The stimulation was already mind numbing. He began whispering passages from revelation in your ear, the twisted words of angels unleashing chaos on mankind only sending me further into your hedonistic frenzy. The Catholic slut had been fully realized. The vibrator attacked your clit you felt yourself teetering just on the edge of release, somehow holding out simply to please him, to serve him.
Tears began rolling down your cheek, not from the pain of the hot wax, but from the pure ecstasy this man was inflicting upon you. There was nothing left in the world, just you and him. His soft cardigan against your skin, his wispy grey curls tickling your eyes as you hid your face in the crook of this neck, his gentle voice in your ear. Suddenly that voice switched from revelation back to a passage from a psalm: âDeep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.â Your entire body erupted into white hot light, your climax racking through your very being. Mr. Reed set down the candle and turned off the vibrator and brought you even closer to him, bringing you fully into his lap with his arms around your waist. You sobbed into his neck, so overwhelmed and overstimulated by what you had just experienced. âOh my beautiful girl you are more marvelous than I couldâve ever imagined.â
Once you had stopped crying and come down from your orgasm a little, he tapped your side and helped you stand up. He guided you out of his faux church and down the hall into what you assumed must be his bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and left for moment, not without kissing you first. While you waiting for him you took in your surroundings. The walls were covered in a deep red floral wallpaper. The bedding was soft, though a little worn. He had more religious artifacts adorning his walls and shelves. You even spied Dan Brownâs Angels and Demons amongst a stack of books. You would tease him for that later. He returned with a large glass of water and handed it to you. As you sipped the cool water he started undressing, stripping down to a white tshirt and plaid boxers. You set the glass down on his bedside table and held your arms out to him. He climbed in the bed next to you and began kissing you fervently. His hands explored your body and despite the previous orgasm you found yourself growing slick with want yet again.
Now that he was freed from his trousers you reached your hand down and stroked his length through his boxers. He let out a delicious moan in response, his cool demeanor fully melted away and replaced with need. As you kissed him through his moans and continued to palm at him you wondered how long it had been since heâd been this intimate with someone. Thatâs really what was happening here, this was far more than a one night stand. You wanted to make him feel good, to elicit an orgasm that brought him to tears just like he had done for you.
Breaking the kiss you slid your hand under his shirt and gently guided it over his head. Once youâd removed his shirt you kissed him deeply, leaving his lips and trailing kisses down his chest. When you reached just above his boxers you raised an eyebrow, surprised to see a happy trail leading to your main event. You kissed along the patch of hair and slowly slid his boxers down. His cock sprung forward and you couldnât help but moan a little at the sight of him. He was a good 7inches and decently thick. Circumsized too, so god must be pleased.
You began stroking his bare length and he shuddered. Leaning forward, you took his entire length into your mouth in one quick motion and he yelled. As you went to work he gripped your hair holding you tight in place. âOh my sweet girl my good girl you make me feel divineâ he sputtered out between moans. You loved how vocal he was and you couldnât wait to hear him when he was inside you.
Suddenly his grip on your scalp released and he pulled your head off of him. Fearing youâd done something wrong you looked up at him with big doe eyes, waiting for a response. He pulled you up so that you were straddling him and brought your head to rest against his. âAnd the two shall become one flesh.â He whispered before pulling you into a kiss you could only describe as romantic. Sure you were both naked and your wet cunt was planted firmly on his rock hard cock, but there was something innocent and pure about that kiss. He scooted up against the headboard and pulled you firmly onto his lap, your tits right at eye level. He lifted you onto him and you both groaned in ecstasy as he entered you. Unable to control yourself you began riding him, needing to feel him go deep inside you. The sounds coming from your soaking union were obscene, complimented by your once again pornographic high pitched squeals and his guttural moans. He held you flush against him, your breasts smothering his face. He nipped and sucked at your nipples again, feeling the rush of warm wet slick it caused. âImagine what your old classmates would think of you now, piercing yourself on an old atheistâs cock.â The dirty talk was back and you knew his voice alone could guide you to a second climax. âIf god was real then he designed you just for me, he made your sweet little cunt ripe for my taking. MY perfect little Catholic slut.â He growled out the word âmyâ emphasizing the feeling you already held near and dear to your heart, you were his. With those words ringing in your ear you came hard and fast around his cock and he followed shortly after. You could feel his warm seed filling you and mixing with your own cum, dripping out of your weeping hole.
You both just held each other, his cock softening inside you. He finally pulled out and the two of you hobbled to his bathroom. He guided you into the shower and you both just enjoyed each otherâs silent company as you cleaned off the evidence of your lecherous evening. You stayed under the warm water awhile longer after he left, just soaking in the steam. When you climbed out and began drying yourself off he re-entered the bathroom holding a pair of plaid boxers and a faded old Radiohead t shirt. âI get to stay?â You asked grabbing the clothes from him and pulling him into a kiss. âDarling if I had it my way youâd never leave.â You pulled on his clothes and climbed into his bed with him, falling asleep in his arms as if it was the place you were destined to be.
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Four months later when you crossed the stage to accept your doctoral diploma, you beamed with pride and relief that for the first time in your academic career they didnât call out the last name that belonged to your family who had thrown you out so carelessly. No, they announced you as Dr. Reed.
After a whirlwind month of romance and hedonism, Mr. Reed had proposed to you. It was insane, your friends thought, marrying a man old enough to be your father that youâd just met, but when they saw the two of you together the couldnât argue. It truly seemed that you were two halves of a whole.
You were hired by the university youâd graduated from as a theology professor and you and your husband lived a blissful life. You opened him up more and would bring your friends around for dinner parties and game nights. He would still linger at your side like a puppy dog even as he grew more comfortable around people. The house you shared was always oohâd and ahhâd at by company. Occasionally youâd be asked âwhatâs behind those twin doors in the office?â and youâd smile and politely reply âoh itâs just old storage there, nothing fancy to show off. In fact itâs a mess, Iâd be embarrassed for you to see!â and your husband would squeeze your arm and smile at you, proud that youâd converted to his one true religion.
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This guy doesn't leave my mind, I can't stop drawing him đ
(adding some selfship art here shhh pretend you don't see it)
#daisuke mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing#self shipping#self ship#oc x canon#swansea is here too ig#and my ocs#jeffrey#fluffs#i'm not even home yet but i know i'll be too lazy to post later#most of these i drew in these last two days
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i like to think that post-s3 they learn how to be normal siblings and become Goofy
#qkdraws#id in alt#mob psycho 100#mp100#mp100 mob#mp100 shigeo#shigeo kageyama#mp100 ritsu#ritsu kageyama#i don't rly like how i drew their faces when the canvas is flipped but . imgoing to ignore that <3#i am getting sm faster at art wowie#smth like this woulda taken me a day or two last year. now im crankin stuff out in a couple of hours#most of my pieces nowadays r started in the morning and finished in the evening#kageyama brothers w red eyes my beloved#i will never stop the red eye headcanon i won';t it's very dear to me#added the background as like . a last minute thing ngl#spent one whole minute on it don't look at it please
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i cannot keep drawing this dude on my phone but god do i love drawing him (+ bonus colors)
#my art#sketch#samsung notes#castlevania#alucard#i was doing gesture-y drawings but i drew him with a sword and shield and then i just wanted to Draw Him and. hes doing something to me man#i need to play sotn but im determined to play at least the first few games in order but i still havent beat 1. i fell out of it đđđ#i want so badly to have a proper understanding of his character so i wont just be drawing like 'man.. pretty.... hair.. flowy...' forever#but also i refuse to make an educated guess on his characterization bc it will Not be educated. my exposure to him is so narrow#and also mostly forgotten. most of it was years ago and what i do know is surface-level at best. any nuance will literally be speculation đ#but i Need to draw him. for my enrichment. hes so designed. so it ends up being just. Mysterious Handsome Man Looking Somewhere#seriously holy Shit. the more i absorb his design the more i have to draw him. ayami kojima was Cooking in the studio like damn#by the way these last two posts were scheduled. about two days after i did both of them give or take. i did this the night before last post#im trying to pace myself a bit better (its not really working đ)#for context: the colored version was literally not even a thought when i originally put this post together#i did it the day after making the sketch and then three days later (the earliest you will see this) the post posted#oh shit right that means#medibang paint#shoutouts to multiply layer mode i would not be able to just do this without being able to keep my sketch#if i had to redraw it i would not have done the colors lol#anyways stream wandering ghosts bye bye love and peace đ¤
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ahug shoot I gotta put lore in the tags again
#aug ok so basically in universe there are gods that are essentially formed around concepts and all of them are in one of two categories (th#(there are two that arenât but that isnât relevant . lol) Sun and Moon domains. The sun domain is everything thatâs well known or understoo#and the moon domain is the opposite. Gods can be closer to the line between domains like if theyâre known but only by a small amount of peo#people or not fully. can also move between them with understanding but is rare. SO ex: Charisma/Manners is a Sun Domain god and the god of#internal thoughts is in the Moon Domain. that last one is THIS GUY!!!#if he was your patron you could essentially read thoughts- youâd be able to tell what anyone wanted out of a situation. (but that was a#little overpowered for the mc so I was Thinking) in that era hes more of a Dionysian/hedonistic kind of guy#representation of what you *really* want. however eventually he fell in love with Light (sun domain god) and slowly neglects the mortal wor#world because itâs not Him. followers canât read minds as well anymore. get upset. meanwhile this guy canât meet his guy for very long beca#because they are in different domains and he can only join the other domain by his concept being more well known EG everyone sharing their#internal thoughts which is not so possible. thereâs an attempt but it doesnât work. current day most followers have left and the perception#of him has changed so now instead of wine his motif is moth. moth man. and his concept is more specific: Desire instead of (all internal e#thoughts) . and in universe the moth is a symbol of love/desire like â¤ď¸ is :)#like feeling butterflies ⌠grins evilly#anyway yeah if youâve read this far thank youuu.heheh . I do not talk about ocs very often so it feels weirddddd#I wasnât even gonna but then I drew this and wanted to post it huehue
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summary: moving into a quiet apartment complex you expected to find nothing but solace, not your most entertaining situationship to date OR the three times you kept it casual with your new neighbor vs the one time he made things serious.
content: neighbor!jungkook, strangers2lovers, situationship (kind of), fwb, jk's a lil bit of a himbo in this fic, afab reader, smut, three smut scenes lol, penetrative sex, dry humping, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, etc.
wc: 7.1k
a/n: this is honestly just a silly and unserious fic that's mostly smut lol i hope u guys enjoy it<3
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"Oh, wow, uh, hey."
"Hi?", you looked at the stranger in curiosity, though still very shocked by the adonis of a man who had suddenly knocked on your door.
He cleared his throat and shook his head as if rebuffing himself to speak again, "Fuck, okay, that was such an uncool first impression. What I meant to say was 'Welcome to the neighborhood,' but you just caught me off guard. Sorry."
"I caught you off guard? You're the one who knocked on my door."
"Yeah, not gonna elaborate on that," he chuckled sheepishly, extending his hand, "Hi, I'm Jungkook, your neighbor," he introduced himself.
You chuckled in return, letting his ambiguity slide as you briefly shook his hand, providing him with your name, "Hi, Jungkook. I'm new here, if that wasn't obvious."
"No, yeah, you can really tell the difference between you and the old lady who used to live here. She was- wait, fuck. Did she-"
"No, Jungkook, she's not dead. The landlord told me she just moved into some retirement home," you clarified.
"Thank god," the boy sighed in relief, "Me and Mrs. Louis go way back. She used to bake me cookies on Sundays."
"Oh really? Well, you won't be getting any cookies from me. Sorry," you joked.
Cocking his head to the side, he lifted his eyebrows, "We'll see about that."
"What does that even mean?"
"I can be very convincing."
Was he flirting? Through a cookie euphemism?
"Are you-"
"Anyways, if you need any help with moving in, let me know. Maybe coming over to help build some furniture?", he suggested, "I like to be on a friendly standing with all my neighbors," he smiled as he disregarded his prior flirting, almost as if it had never happened.
"I'm your only neighbor. There's only two apartments per floor," you recalled, still amused by his oddity.
"Exactly," he winked, and with that, he turned to leave, heading back to his own apartment, "See you around."
It was through that very short interaction that you first met your neighbor, Jungkook. Despite how odd he had seemed, he carried a charm that intrigued you (though his pretty appearance also drew you in).
Closing your door, you went back to what you had been doing previously, a smile of disbelief on your face as you tried to come up with some believable reason to scout him for help â as he had offered â just to see him again.
Unfortunately, most of your stuff had not arrived yet, so you truly had nothing you could possibly use as an excuse to get him to come into your apartment so soon. It was nice, though, to know that your new neighbor was as friendly as he was (and as attractive, might you add).
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"Hey, neighbor."
"Oh, hi, Jungkook. Did I forget to tell you my name last time?", you wondered why he'd omit your name, unless you had been too distracted last time staring at him to remember.
The next time you saw Jungkook was a day later at the apartment complex's laundry room located at the basement of the building. From what you'd seen the few times you'd walked by it on your way to the elevator, no one really seemed to use it. No one except Jungkook, apparently. You'd also come to find out that this apartment complex seemed to be occupied by mostly elderly people, with you and Jungkook being some of the few exceptions.
Eyeing you up and down in a not very discreet way, his eyes landed back on your face before responding, "No, just got distracted, sorry," he chuckled similarly to how he'd done last time.
This was the second time you'd seemingly caught him off guard, but you weren't complaining. The thought of your presence taking him out of focus gave you a slight boost in confidence, especially considering how attractive he was.
You eyed him curiously, noticing he had no laundry with him nor was he using either of the four washing machines located in the room. As soon as he came in, he took a seat on top of the washing machine next to the one you were currently putting your clothes into. When you smiled at him questioningly, he had no reaction, simply smiling back.
"What are you doing?", you asked whilst continuing your prior task, almost paying no mind to him.
"Just hanging out," he responded simply, swinging his feet back and forth as they hovered due to the stature of the washing machine he was currently sitting on.
"What, with me?"
"Yup. Just trying to be neighborly, is all. Shouldn't be down here all alone," he reasoned, "Can I help you? I love doing laundry."
You scoffed at that, "Really? You love doing laundry? Also, I don't need a bodyguard," you hadn't taken offense to his comment, but you'd found it somewhat amusing. He clearly just wanted to spend time with you, which admittedly made you feel slightly bashful. However, there was no harm in making him work for it a little more.
With a huff, he got off the washing machine and leaned down to help you organize your laundry, dividing it between colors, "I'm known as somewhat of a laundry fairy", he nodded seriously.
"Oh, so you do other people's laundry, then?"
"Yep," he nodded, "It's a whole profession. I part-time as bodyguard too," he joked, continuing to shuffle through your clothes.
"The perfect man," you retorted back, sarcasm in your tone.
"Exactly. You could make really good use of me," he winked, finishing up his pile of clothes and moving onto yours, beginning to place them inside the washing machine.
"Are you asking me to use you?", you braved it and flirted back, turning to look up at him.
The air in the room was comfortable, yet it now had a hint of something more. What it was, you weren't sure. Although Jungkook had hinted at being attracted to you when you first met a day prior, you'd never had a flirtation move so quickly. It usually took a bit more conversation before getting to the more suggestive comments, but the pleased look on his face as he looked down at you made you too excited to backtrack.
"I'm surprised it took you this long to get that. Was my self-invite to your apartment yesterday not hint enough?", he followed along, putting down the article of clothing he had in his hands to take a small step towards you, now leaving a very small distance between you.
"Oh? Was that what that was? I think I'm gonna need you to be a bit more specific. Spell it out for me, maybe?", you tilted your head to the side teasingly, almost as if daring him.
"Aw," he placed his hand on his chest, as if hurt, "That's my bad, pretty. I'll be a little more forward from now on, okay?", he coo'd, leaning down and letting his nose nudge against your own lightly.
"So, are you? Or are you all talk?", you dared him, tilting your face upwards, almost meeting his lips.
With a muted grumble, he closed the gap, pulling you towards him with a pull from your waist. Humming against your lips, he pressed you up against him, practically molding you to him as he allowed the kiss to become heated. The air in the room became even heavier somehow, causing you to mute any outside forces that could possibly take you away from a constant chorus of Jungkook playing in your head.
The kiss had no time for hesitance or shy meetings of lips as it instantly occupied the otherwise silent room with wet sounds of tongues intertwining and almost inaudible moans shared between lips. The harsh surface of the washing machine behind you almost felt like nothing as Jungkook's lips continued to distract you while his arms lifted you to sit on it. Legs opening, you welcomed him to stand between them, pulling him in my his shirt to ensure not even one second of distance between you was allowed.
Your head tilted back almost on its own accord as his lips trailed down your neck, humming into your skin after every kiss and occasional nibble of skin.
"J-Jungkook ... What if someone sees?", your common sense finally made an appearance, though you made no move to stop him.
"No one uses the laundry room here, it's fine. We have the place to ourselves," he breathed out between kisses, making his way back up to your lips.
With a scarily practiced finesse, his tongue snuck its way into your mouth, easing yours into copying his movements. Your resolve wore down quickly after that, following along with every touch of his on your skin. Despite not being one for casual hookups, it was impossible for you to deny the immediate chemistry you'd had with your neighbor. Who would casual sex with your neighbor going to hurt anyway?
His lips soon took your mind away from any further thought on the manner, trailing down your neck while his hands came up to wander under your tank top, tracing your skin with his calloused fingertips as goosebumps began to form. With soft hands and a rough tongue, Jungkook had your brain emptying at a worrying speed, now becoming a shell of yourself with nothing but Jungkook in mind. Just some kisses and some hand action already had you as putty under him, what a shame.
"Can I take this off?", he murmured against your lips, hands itching under your shirt as it rode up due to his movements.
"Mhm," you conceded, your own hands going under his shirt and feeling up the muscular skin of his back.
With your consent, his hands trailed their way back out from under your shirt, reaching down to help you out of it. Underneath was a tiny piece of fabric you could barely call a bralette, doing a terrible job of hiding the goosebumps on your skin or the hardness of your nipples. His tatted hand went up to toy with a clothed breast, murmuring praise against your cheek as he angled his head to look down at your chest. His eyes trailed to yours, finding them empty of any thought and far too wanting of more of his touch.
"How about this?" he practically whispered, one hand on your breast while the other went to toy at the strap of your bralette that had fallen from your shoulder to the meatier part of your arm, fingering at it softly, almost as if teasing whether or not he'd pull it all the way down or not.
"Yes," you almost whimpered, needing the skin-to-skin touch on your chest. Your back was already arched towards his chest, your body pleading him for more without any further words necessary.
He sighed once the job was done, your chest now fully naked for him and the rest of you almost equally as nude. It was only a tiny pair of shorts with some teeny tiny panties underneath that prevented him from your full nudity. In the meantime, he was still fully clothed. But somehow you didn't mind. His touch on your body was enough to keep you satiated. Surely you'd have your turn to enjoy his own nudity later on.
A groan left him upon hastily removing your shorts, now able to feel the heat coming from between your legs through the offensively thin panties you had on. Dragging you from your thighs, he placed you on the edge of the washing machine as he himself pulled down his pants just enough to leave him with boxers and some beaten up tank top. With a huff, he began intermittently connecting your crotches, bumping his hardness against your heat with a grumble. The art of dry humping might've been lost among many, but you were thanking any higher power that Jungkook was not one of the many to disengage with it.
"You're so warm already," he sighed, face pushing its way to your neck, nosing at your scent, "'n smell so fucking good ..."
Your nails dug to the skin of his shoulders, obsessed with the drag of his cock against you. He was hitting that sensitive, swollen spot that bad you wanting to give him a key to your apartment just so he could come over and do it over and over again.
"So fucking soft n pretty," he mumbled, "God, can't believe I got such a pretty little neighbor all to myself," he rambled on and on, "Gonna make you cum like this, okay, gorgeous? Promise I'll give you more next time, just- fuck ... just caught me off guard again's all ..." all his words were slurred, clearly marking the approximation of an early orgasm. What might've been a turn off for many others had your own high approaching just as fast. A hunk of a man such as Jungkook losing himself to mere dry humping? Sign you up!
"Me too," you almost whined, mouth open as you practically drooled at the feeling of that size and girth, excitement growing within you.
"Yeah? God, so fucking good n perfect," the praise was never ending, greatly aiding your impending orgasm.
With one last groan of your name, Jungkook's hips sped up, now dragging you more harshly into him in desperation for his orgasm. It was only a few moments into his own orgasm that you came too, too stimulated from his extensive play with your chest earlier on and simply too wound up to not find release with someone as attractive as he was.
In other circumstances you would've been embarrassed at how easily your body reacted to his own, but Jungkook seemed just as affected, still panting at the exertion his high had taken from him.
"Sorry," he chuckled breathlessly a few moments later, wide boba eyes staring at you with a shy smile, "I don't usually welcome people to the neighborhood by jumping them like that, hah, I hope I didn't overstep," he needlessly apologized as he helped you clean up with nearby towels and aided you in redressing you and himself.
Giggling at him couldn't be helped â he was far too cute. He was the perfect mixture of cuteness and hotness that it made you frustrated if you thought about it for too long.
"Jungkook, I promise you that was a very appreciated welcome," you laughed as you patted his shoulder reassuringly, stepping down from the washing machine.
"Great," he nodded with a smile, though still a but shy, "Let me help you with your laundry now, then? I won't jump you again, I promise."
"Maybe for next time, then?", you attempted to flirt, high fiving yourself internally when you pulled a shy chuckle out of him.
Next time you saw Jungkook was back in your apartment.
Maybe you should've expected him to be on the other side of that door, specially considering you hadn't met anyone else since moving here, but you also hadn't expected him to be so continuously forward.
Within less than a week of being here, you'd met Jungkook, flirted with him, hooked up in the laundry room and proceeded to wash your clothes with his aid â as it turned out, he really was better than the average person at doing laundry. And now, you were curious as to what the next thing to come would be.
After a few knocks on your door, you resumed drying off your hair and walked over to the door, skin still damp and thin robe wrapped around you. Being almost nude, you decided to be smart and look through the peephole before admitting a stranger into your home. Looking through it, you found the one person you'd hoped to see every time you left the apartment; Jungkook.
Had it been anyone else, maybe you would've bothered to ask him for a few minutes in order to get dressed before attending to the door. However, seeing as Jungkook had already seen you almost fully nude, it seemed dumb to do so. That, plus the fact that you were pretty sure how today's visit would go.
"Hey," he said casually when the door was opened.
Donning yet another tank top, the contour of his muscles could be easily seen as he leaned against the frame of the door. A confident and suave smile was on his lips the moment his eyes did a once-over of your body, clearly taking notice of the singular layer of clothing you had on.
"Huh," he hummed, "You're making this too easy for me," he chuckled, letting himself in when you stepped aside to silently welcome him.
"Hello, Jungkook," you ignored him, closing the door behind him, "Are you here to help me unpack?", you questioned upon seeing him approach the few boxes located in your living room and eyeing their contents curiously.
"Yeah. Figured you were taking too long to invite me over, might as well invite myself," he said distractedly, focus all spent on a bunny figurine he found in your boxes, mumbling a quiet 'cute' to himself.
"Let me get dressed and then we can start," you said, beginning to walk to your room while he sat on the floor, beginning to open some boxed furniture you hadn't even bothered to eye since its arrival.
Already in the other room, you heard Jungkook call over before you could close your door, mentioning something about 'You'll end up undressed anyways, but okay,' causing you to chuckle to yourself.
It only took you a few minutes to moisturize and dress yourself in some comfortable loungewear, able to hear Jungkook's ruckus all the way from your room. Despite his slight awkwardness shining through sometimes, he seemed to be a very confident guy, so it made sense to you that he'd made himself at home almost immediately upon his arrival.
Heading back to your living room, you found him sat comfortably on the floor, boxed materials to build what appeared to be a bookshelf laid in front of him while he eyed a manual. Originally, he had implied that his intention to go visit you had been for another hookup, so it amused you that he had actually taken his own words literally and decided to help you out with your furniture.
As you took a seat next to him, you decided to voice out this thought to him, "Wow, you're actually going to help me unpack?" you asked amusedly, hands reaching out to copy the way in which he assembled some pieces together.
He shrugged, "It's the neighborly thing to do," he reasoned, "Plus, the sooner you're unpacked, the sooner we can do more fun stuff."
Despite it being said so casually, it was more than enough encouragement for you to put your mind to the task, knowing that the unexpected help of your hot neighbor was way better than the alternative of getting all your moving in duties done by yourself.
It took about two hours to get done with most of your unpacking, combined with putting together the few pieces of furniture you had bought and neglected to build. The last of it was found in your bedroom in the form of a few boxes of skincare and clothing you'd been too lazy to unbox, opting to instead use whatever you needed at the time and leaving the rest unpacked. Jungkook tutted at you disappointingly at this, lightheartedly scolding you for not simply organizing your stuff as soon as you moved in and revealing to you how organized he was himself.
"Is there any box you want me to stay away from?", he wondered as he rummaged through one of the various boxes you'd moved onto your bed to organize.
"Nope, what do you mean?", you wondered, pulling out a hair dryer and placing it in its rightful spot before walking back over to the bed.
"Well, for instance ..." he trailed off, pulling out a tiny piece of lace you'd forgotten was in the box labeled as 'clothes' Jungkook was currently going through. He gave you an awkward smirk, his mind seemingly battling between being smug at the thong in his hands and affected by the thought of you wearing such a garment.
Immediately, your eyes widened, a gasp trapped in your throat before you jumped at him to grab at the lace, only for him to pull it back with a laugh, now holding it above your reach. You continued to pull at him, letting out an annoyed 'Jungkook!' to express your annoyance, but still laughing at how childish he was behaving.
He let you take hold of the thong after a few more slaps to his hard chest, laughing at your frustration. To prevent your further attacks, he grabbed onto your wrists, deciding to hold you against him as you let go of the panties and paid mind to him instead. Far too casually, he leaned down and trapped you in a soft kiss, humming against your lips as his hands wrapped around your waist and your own went to his shoulders. You damned him in your mind, chastising yourself for how easily it was for you to become entranced by his touch.
"You knew what was in there, didn't you? Hmm? Seductress," he joked against your lips, though the tone of his voice didn't make you laugh, especially not when it was said in an airy whisper between open mouthed kisses.
"Shut up," you grumbled, pulling him closer, unwilling to let the kiss end.
With masterful expertise, Jungkook managed to lay you down on the space of the bed empty of boxes, hands going under your shirt to trace the soft skin of your back. His lips trailed down to your neck and reaching down to the space of your chest not covered by your tank top, grumbling against your skin.
"You smell so nice," he sighed, "So fucking soft too," he continued, not shy in feeling your skin and even breathing you in.
Tuned with you, he disconnected from you to eye you for permission to remove your shirt, dragging it away from your body after a nod of confirmation from you and proceeding to remove his own. Your hands imitated his own, also feeling up his toned body as you continued to kiss. Now leaning atop you, he ground his crotch against your own, groaning into your lips at the basic pleasure he received from it.
"How far do you wanna go?", he murmured as he ground into you, "I'll do whatever you want. I owe you, remember?", he continued, referring to your encounter at the laundry room where he promised to fuck you properly next time.
"Do whatever you want," you replied, looping your lips again, "Just- fuck, do anything," you practically pleaded.
Chuckling, he nodded, opting to lay you down properly, moving aside any boxes that were in the way so you could lay all the way back while he trailed his way down your body, tugging down the tiny shorts you'd opted for a few hours earlier. You sighed at the realization of what was to come, ashamed to admit you'd been wondering how that piercing would feel between your legs.
"So soft here too," he mumbled, kissing up your thighs distractedly, making his way up to that area between your legs that was calling his name, "Fuck, 'n smell so good," his nose practically pressed up against the very thin layer of cloth separating him from your cunt, shamelessly breathing you in as he dragged his nose to press into your clit before pulling away.
A mute whine was pulled out of you, making your thighs attempt to close without much thought, only to make his arms wrap around your legs and pull them in opposite directions in order to separate them. He took a quick moment to pull your underwear down your legs, immediately going back to wrap around your legs to keep a wide enough space for him to enjoy you.
He began tentatively, almost as if testing out how he would go about having you. It only took some encouraging mewls from you for him to really put his heart into it, diving in as his tongue delved into your cunt, moaning against you. He hummed and groaned into your cunt, especially so whenever your hands would pull at his overgrown mullet, pulling him even closer to you. Taking advantage of his large nose, he nosed at your clit while his tongue played with your cunt. Your mewls and the scratching against his scalp should've been more than enough indicator that he had you at the palm of his hand.
"Baby," he moaned against you, refusing to create any distance between you, "you taste so good, fuck," he cried out, as if he were the receiver of the pleasure. But then again, maybe he was â or at least that's the gist you got from the commotion happening under you as the bed bumped with every movement of Jungkook's hips humping against it.
"K-kook, fuck, right the- oh, fuck ... right there!", you cried when his fingers joined in on the equation, tongue focused on your clit while his fingers curled inside you to perfection.
It was embarrassing how soon you felt your orgasm approaching, but you didn't blame yourself, not when a 10 was on his knees, whimpering against your cunt and letting endless muffled praise leave his lips while his tongue refused to let out. You lost control of yourself at some point, unashamed in the way you pushed his face against you, closing your thighs around his head and ground into his face. This only caused a high pitched whine to leave Jungkook, following your silent instruction for more and giving in to you twice as hard.
"Cum, baby. Wanna taste, fuck, please," he pleaded, looking up at you for a quick moment, making your brain leave you entirely at the pretty eyes he was making up at you, practically begging for your orgasm to come.
If you were boneless and defeated before, you were more so now, losing yourself to your orgasm as the pretty boy continued to lick and suck at your release, humming as if he had just been provided the most satiating meal. The humping of his hips never stopped either, only accelerating upon your high and only halting when you'd gone down from it, insisting on pulling him up the bed to claim his lips, wanting to enjoy them while the arousal was still fresh on him.
"God, fuck, you're nasty," he chuckled breathlessly when your tongue quite literally attacked his mouth, insistent on tasting yourself on his lips. This was clearly not a complaint, but more like a happy realization, as Jungkook practically reached down your throat as he tongued at your mouth, providing you with your own taste and moaning endlessly as he did so.
"Did you cum?", you asked between kisses, eyebrows pinched with worry that you wouldn't get to play with him this time around either.
He chuckled, a bit embarrassed, "No, pretty. Almost, though. I can just finish myself off if you're tired or-"
"No!" you interrupted, not shy in reaching down to his still clothed cock, feeling the length through his clothed ad he shuddered, "Let me suck you off? Fair trade, right?", you suggested, wanting nothing more than that size inside you one way or another.
"Oh, you sure? I don't want to force you or anything-"
You interrupted again, gesturing at him to flip you over so he could be under you this time around, "No, Kook. Please? I really want it. Can I have it?", you decided to be a bit mean, playing up the begging under the assumption that a guy like Jungkook would probably enjoy it.
You were right.
"O-oh, okay, beautiful," he rasped, hands in a frenzy to undo his sweats so he could give you access to his dick, "Just, fuck, give me a second. I don't wanna cum right away," he blushed, giving you a sweet peck before leading you to your knees while he sat at the edge of the bed.
With an excited giggle, your hands joined his own to help him lower his pants and boxers just enough to give you access to his length â the same one that had dragged against you until completion just a few days prior. His groan at your touch was immediate, body physically shuddering when you wrapped your hand around it and eyed it with hunger. His hands laid on his thighs, fingers itching as he attempted to hold his reactions back.
"Can I?", you asked, leaning closer to it as your hand remained wrapped around it.
"Yes, just, fuck, don't laugh when I cum too soon," he warned with a whine.
Another giggle left you before finally lowering your head down to his own head, lips wrapping around it and suctioning meanly. With a hum, your tongue lightly licked at the tip, earning a mixture of a groan and a sigh from the man north of you. Your hand remained wrapped around his length, twisting while you tortured the tip with your mouth. To ensure you could really drive him crazy, your other hand joined in, playing at his balls and earning yet another sound of supplication from him.
"G-god, fuck, wait- Don't- Fuck, more, baby, please," he begged, hand shyly going to the back of your head to lightly encourage you to engulf him in your mouth.
"Want my mouth?", you asked as you let go of him, though still lightly licking at the sides of his dick, unwilling to stop teasing for as long as you could help it.
"C'mon, baby. I gave you my mouth, just- Oh, fuck, yes," he sighed when you decided to practically down the majority of his dick, enveloping as much as you could while using your hand to jerk off the small percentage of it that couldn't fit into your mouth.
You decided to show off as much as you could, taking him far enough to gag and pushing through it for as long as possible. The whines and whimpers coming from the man above you were more than enough reward for your efforts.
"F-fuck, you don't have to g-gag, baby, shit, don't force yourself," he panted out, barely able to get those words out without effort. This only encouraged you further, puffing out air from your nose in order to obtain as much oxygen as possible. You knew he wad almost at his end, so you used every asset available to you to break him. You took breaks to breathe every so often, but other than that, you were practically a machine attached to his cock.
"Okay, shit, fuck," he stammered out curses, "Gonna cum, pretty, w-where? In your mouth? Please? Fuck, let me cum in your mouth," he rambled while his hands made a mess of your hair as he attempted to keep it away from your face. His hips also began a slow and shy grind against your face â a barely visible movement but still completely present. It represented his lack of control as you blew his mind away, something which went straight to your core.
You nodded, humming against his dick knowing it'd cause a vibration that'd have him keening for his orgasm. And right you were, as his hands shamelessly pushed your head into his cock without a second thought, clearly too overcome with the pleasure of his orgasm to worry about gagging you with his cum. You, however, took it like a champ, reasoning that within some seconds you'd get to breathe properly again.
"G-god, baby, just like that ... C-cumming, shit" he cried, hips still pushing into your mouth. You wished you could see how his whiny demeanor manifested onto his face â those gorgeous features must've looked breathtaking when pleasure was all he felt.
Finally, you gasped out for air after having swallowed as much as you could manage, with some of it dripping past your lips. Jungkook let himself lay back on the bed to catch his breath while you remained on your knees catching yours.
This lasted very little when Jungkook suddenly decided to use his brute strength to drag you up on the bed, sitting your still wet middle on his flaccid self, pulling you in for yet another tongue-filled kiss. He hummed and moaned and whined as he licked every remnant of his essence from your mouth, causing a similar reaction from you.
After the fact, you shuffled yourself off him and made space on the bed to huddle up to his side, which he welcomed by cocooning you under his arm and pulling you flush against him. It was comfortable and silent for a few moments as you continued catching your breaths and letting the sweat on your bodies transpire â you also made a mental note to invite him to take a shower (with you, maybe).
"You moving in next door was not on my bingo card, but thank fucking god for that," he chuckled after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah? You didn't stalk your previous neighbors for a hookup?", you joked, receiving a devious squeeze of his strong arm in retaliation.
"Shut up," he tutted, "You like that I'm like a dog following you around."
Fair enough.
Silence then took over again, up until the two of you were rested enough and decided to get back to the task at hand â putting furniture together and unpacking anything that was left boxed (though you decided to leave any boxes that may contain panties away from his reach).
It was easy for you to fall into fun conversation with Jungkook, which only led to him staying over for far longer than anticipated, taking up your day and even ordering takeout for you to eat after getting all the grunt work out of the way. A shower was had, though you mutually agreed for no funny business (other than a good ten minutes of making out under the water, but that didn't count in your eyes). Since he lived right next door, he managed to extend his visit up until the last minute, entertaining you more than anything had in the past week of moving in.
One month into your new place and you decided the move was probably one of the best decisions you'd ever made. You'd come to find that Jungkook's old neighbor was not the only old lady living in the building, but that the neighborhood was mostly made up of old people (which, granted, Jungkook had warned you of in passing). That gave to a slightly boring home life, but you liked it better this way. Jungkook being your sole young neighbor was more than enough, specially with how often he went out of his way to seek you out.
After those first two hookups, no time for anything else was really had. This made you embarrassingly needy. The anticipation for finally having actual sex with Jungkook was too much too handle, specially when he'd still occasionally bump into you and catch you off guard with a kiss (which usually led to a make-out far too filthy for the public setting). You'd started your new job a week after moving and Jungkook was occupied by some reason or another, meaning that you'd only really see each other in passing. Although you'd text and keep up with each other, the frustration continued to build up.
The third time you were really able to get Jungkook alone was a little over a month after moving in.
You weren't particularly proud of how it is that you got him back in your apartment, but in your defense, you were ovulating that night and feeling particularly needy. Knowing that Jungkook was a bit of an unserious man, you knew that some pull from you and he'd put everything aside to come crawling. The thought itself made you feel powerful.
With a single 'accidental' text (maybe it was a lewd image, you'll never tell), you began to hear obnoxious knocking on your front door â within seconds of delivery, might you add. Excitedly, you walked over to the door, opening it to find a breathless Jungkook holding up his phone with your conversation pulled up, the incriminating picture taking up his screen.
"You're so mean to me," he managed to say before you pulled him in with a kiss, kicking the door behind you and turning around so he could press you up against the now closed door.
"Mean? I didn't do anything," you feigned between kisses, already lightheaded.
"I've been wanting to come over," he sighed into your lips, trailing down to your neck to catch his breath, "Just been so busy, fuck. If you wanted me so bad, you could've just come visit. I'd drop anything to have you," he continued, unable to unglue his lips from your skin. His hands mirrored his sentiment, grabbing at every curve with a desperation you hadn't seen from him before.
"I thought you were the one that was supposed to be chasing after me?", you joked with a breathless chuckle.
"Sometimes I need a little encouragement, baby. Need to know I'm not just bugging you," he replied as he undressed you almost as if it were second nature to him.
Walking you back into what he knew to be your room, he laid you down, now donning nothing but your panties. He soon after matched your nudity, stripping of his muscle tee and sweats, making his way on top of you as he'd done last time.
"Will you be mad if I fuck you?", he rasped, one hand at your boobs and another rubbing at your cunt through the thin layer covering it.
"You're an idiot," you deadpanned, "I'll be mad if you don't."
Needing no further confirmation, his hand slipped past your panties, rubbing circles on the puffiness of your clit while continuing to kiss you. This didn't last for long, simply being used as an aid to lubricate you with your own wetness as his fingers reached a little souther to smear your slick around while his thumb continued to play with the swollen bud.
Already unclothed, Jungkook took his hand away from you, resulting in a whine from your lips to his and moving his hand onto his own arousal. Jerking himself a few times, he stopped kissing you in favor of leaning back to look down at you while twisting his fist on his dick. After quickly fishing for a condom from his discarded pants, he went back to his previous position, rolling it in while you nagged at him to hurry.
Before actually entering you, of course he had to piss you off one last time by teasing your clit with the tip of his cock, groaning when he felt you flutter beneath him. One kick from you was enough for him to chuckle and finally enter you, groaning in unison with you at the feeling.
"Jesus Christ," you groaned when you felt him begin bottoming out, inch by inch filling you up enough to cause an unknown level of pleasurable pain. You hadn't stopped to think what that size would feel like inside you â or at least as much as he was able to get in.
Above you, Jungkook looked tortured, still and with a wincing look on his face as he waited for the green light to begin moving in and out of you. It took you a few moments longer, nimble fingers digging into the muscles of his arms before you finally nodded at him to move.
"Fuck," he groaned upon finally beginning to pick up a pace, biting his lip and his eyes almost rolled back.
"More," you urged, falling in love with the feeling of him immediately.
Your eyes were crossed, your fingers digging far too painfully into his skin, your legs wrapped around him like a vice, everything was far too intense far too quickly. He obeyed your plea immediately, making matters worse for you, having already been blowing your mind prior but now simply melting it.
"How do you feel this good?", he grunted. His arms reached your thighs, pulling you up a bit to hammer into you at a better angle, "Should've fucked you since that first day, shit. How'd I get such a pretty- fuck, such a pretty girl delivered right to my door?", he went on, sweat building on his skin.
The slapping of skin sped up with the proximity of Jungkook's orgasm, just as yours followed along. His hands were restless, attempting to hold you up while also thirsty to feel every possible inch of your body.
"Please tell me you're close, or else this is going to be really embarrassing for me," he muttered onto your skin.
With a chuckle, you confirmed your incoming high, whining when he finally let himself go and sped up in order to reach his own orgasm, now more relaxed knowing you were right with him.
He let out some uncharacteristically high moans as he filled up the condom, groaning and stilling once he was finally done. You joined him mere seconds later, arching your back and pressing your chest against his own as bliss encompassed you. Despite the sticky sweat covering you both, Jungkook let himself fall against you, pulling out and placing the condom aside momentarily so he could lay beside you while you caught your breath.
In the almost silent room, Jungkook nuzzled against you and kissed the sweaty skin he could reach, hands playing with your hair as he pressed you up against him.
"Would it be bad if I asked you out? Or should I have done that before seducing you in the laundry room?", he wondered out loud, leaving love bites on your neck.
You laughed at how random he could be, appreciating how he spoke his thoughts aloud most of the time, "You can ask me out, I won't bite. Unlike some people," you muttered the last part, giggling when he gave you a slightly harsher bite.
"You like it, don't lie," he muttered, suddenly getting up and dragging you with him despite your whine in negation, "C'mon, we're going to take a shower, have a quickie, and then I'm taking you out for some boba," he decided, using his inhuman strength to pull you up and drag you to your restroom.
"But-"
"C'mon, I've been wanting to ask you out since you moved in, I'm already late," he hushed you, carrying your basically limp body to the restroom with the promise of a fun night, something you did not have it in you (nor did you want to) deny.
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"Are you ever going back to your apartment?", you murmured, though it was likely muffled by the large body wrapped around you.
"What, already tired of me?", asked Jungkook as he continued to nose at your skin, a habit you realized he had soon after making things official. He had a sensitive nose, he'd said once, always enjoying the cosmetic products that gave you that floral scent he adored.
After a month of officially dating, Jungkook had become the human manifestation of a leech. It was rare for him to leave tour side whenever you so happened to have free time and would take advantage of the proximity between your apartments.
Being frank, this was something you loved about him. Still in the honeymoon phase, there was nothing better than getting to see your boyfriend at any given time, especially when he was the one seeking you out. He made you feel wanted and like you were a necessity for him, almost as if he had an addiction to you.
That being said, the man just would not leave your apartment.
Now, this wasn't too much of a bother thus far. You liked it, in fact (at least for the most part). He was quite clean while also being laid back, which was a great combination to have in a person who was practically taking on the role of your roommate.
He did, however, prove to become a distraction when it came to your day to day life. You allowed yourself to indulge in his company too much, leading to a huge drop in your productivity.
But what could you do? He was addictive.
"You love having me around, don't lie to yourself," he continued, "What, tired of waking up to head?", he joked, hands making their way under your shirt to cheekily trace your skin.
"Waking up to head?," you asked incredulously, "You woke me up by tickling me, you menace."
He chuckled, adjusting himself on the bed so he could climb on top of you, knees settled on each side of you and hands slowly bringing your top up.
"Okay, fine. Maybe I've been a bad guest. Let me make it up to you?", he grinned, snaking his way down your body until his head was leveled with your stomach, kissing the skin he'd freed just moments prior.
"Better make it worth my while or else I'll start charging you rent for every hour you spend in here."
"I'll move in. Don't threaten me with a good time," he joked, knowing most of his time was spent here with you regardless.
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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader
Summary: Everyone at HQ was convinced there was something going on between you and Miguel. Just...no one knew what. But one group of spiders were determined to figure it out.
Warnings: None! Just a lot of goofiness and a whole lot of fluff :3
When you have a superhuman with superior senses, theyâre bound to be perceptive to their surroundings. Now when you have an entire lobby the size of multiple football fields filled with superhumans with superior senses, very few things will go unnoticed.
Itâs why people very quickly realize that you and Miguel haveâŚsomething between the two of you. Itâs just that no one is quite sure what.
Camaraderie? Maybe, you were one of the first spiders to join the society.
Friendship? Perhaps, but it was known that Miguel wasnât one to do friends. Not with the amount of loss he has gone through.
A relationship? This one seemed the most unplausible. Miguel was, well, Miguel. Stoick, cold and calculating. Meanwhile, you were you.
You had a light that drew people in, kindness that knew no bounds and warmth like a fire on a cold winterâs day.
Everyone knew the saying âopposites attractâ, but it was like comparing night and day with the two of you. Regardless, a small little group within the society were set on trying to figure the two of you out.
~
âAinât no way the two are together, sheâs too good for him!â Hobie argues, his legs kicked up on the table in front of him.
âI donât know, maybe thatâs why they work together. Because she makes him better?â Miles says, but his tone of voice failed to hide his skepticism.
âI think you should just leave the two of them be. Besides, what happens if you figure it out or not anyway?â Peter says, feeding Mayday as he does. Immediately a chorus of arguments breaks out from the group.
âOKAY! Okay, forget I asked,â he says with a shake of his head, while Mayday just laughs at the commotion.
They spot the two of you walking into the cafeteria making conversation none of them could make out.
âLook at them,â Gwen says, âhave you ever seen the guy happier than he is with her?â she asks, and Hobie snorts.
âCâmon mate, you call that happy? Mans got that frown tattooed on his face, can he even be happy?â he says, but they all continue watching intently.
You glance over to the table they were surrounding, and they all brush off your gaze pretending as though they werenât just studying the two of you like specimens under a microscope.
You wave your hand, a bright smile on your face while Miguel only glances over for a moment before continuing to walk. You jog to catch up to him, grabbing a tray and picking up things you wanted for lunch.
They watch as they see Miguel pick up the empanada, the last one left. He pauses for a split second, holding it before turning to place it on your tray. Almost as though they were straight out of a cartoon, they freeze at the interaction.
You seem to be slightly surprised as you, saying something to him but he only brushes you off before continuing on.
âDidâŚthat just happen?â Pavitr asks. Everyone at HQ was aware of Miguelâs fondness for the food (even if he did hurl one right at Miles when they first met), there was no way he would give one away so easily for just anyone, right?
âSomebody pinch me,â Gwen says, and Hobie jumps at the request.
âOW!â
~
Miguel never lets anyone help him out when heâs injured. That was just a known fact. He could walk into HQ battered and bruised and wouldnât even look in the infirmaryâs direction once. After depending on himself for so long, he wasnât going to stop now. Besides, what were First Aid kits for after all?
The only way he was going to the infirmary was if someone dragged his unconscious body there themselves.
Well, unless you were there.
âMiguel OâHara I swear to god, you better get your ass to the infirmary or so help me I will tie you up and drag you through the halls myself,â you say sternly as you both reemerge in the Lobby. The rest of the Spiders there continued with what they were doing, but their attention was zeroed in on you both.
âIâm fine,â he says, glaring at you as if trying to say âJust tryâ. Had you been anyone else, you would have backed down by now but you didnât.
âYou wanna test me right now? That was a nasty hit, I will not be letting it get infected under my watch,â you retort, and he puffs.
âThis is nothing, Iâve dealt with worse,â he scoffs, and in an instant your finger shoots out, making contact with the side that got hit with the anomalyâs flames. Miguel canât help the sharp intake of breath as the pain from the impact hits him.
Your eyebrow raises, an expression of disbelief on your face before it softens. Murmuring softly, you say something that only he can hear.
For a moment he studies your face before sighing, finally relenting. With a triumphant smile, you place a hand on the manâs broad back, leading him towards the infirmary with a gentle but firm hand.
There, Pavitr is laying in bed recovering from an awry mission of his own. The doctors had ordered bedrest for the next 2 hours at least. Superior healing or not, they were not going to risk it. So there he lay, slinging his golden bangles up and down bored before he hears the two of you come in.
âMr. OâHara-" a doctorâs voice can be heard, but he is quickly interrupted.
âSheâs got it from here,â he says, Miguelâs tone final. A small âyes, sirâ can be heard before footsteps fade away, the doctorâs office door closing once more.
âYou know, you should really let the professionals help you,â your voice can be heard.
âYou dragged me here, you can deal with the consequences,â he says, and you just laugh fondly before your voices quieten, murmuring too quietly for Pavitr to hear.
Curiosity builds as he recalls the conversation he and his friends had, and before he can stop himself he shifts silently to the side, just enough to be able to catch a glimpse of you both from the small gap between the hospital curtain and the wall.
There, Miguel sat on the bed, a disgruntled expression on his face but his eyes were soft as he watched you fuss over his side.
He only watches for a few seconds before pulling away, this being a clear invasion of privacy, and his bossâ privacy no less.
It wasnât going to stop him from telling everyone else though.
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âThis is a bad idea. This is a really, really bad idea,â Miles says, grasping onto the ceiling like his life depended on it.
âItâs only a bad idea if we get caught, so Shut. Up,â Gwen says sharply, hanging from her place on the ceiling as they watched the fight from above.
Gwen had come up with the mighty fine idea of sneaking into a mission between the two of you. It wasnât often that it happened, Miguel more often than not only went on missions with only Lyla by his side. But when he needed a partner, it was always you.
âWhy did you have to bring me with you,â he whispers, âMiguel already doesnât like me. He doesnât need more of a reason to.â
âBecause I needed backup and you can turn invisible. And letâs be real, Hobie would be laughing his ass off getting us caught, Peter would bring Mayday which would get us caught, and Pavitr is already on a mission, now shhh,â she whispers, turning back to watching the scene below.
You swung from pillar to pillar in the abandoned factory with practiced ease, a carefree laugh escaping your lips as Miguel stands on the ground fiddling with his watch.
âThe anomalyâs last known location was here,â Lylaâs voice echoes out, and you let out a sigh.
âWhy canât villains have easy powers. Maybe a giant blob that is easy to take down? Why do they have to be so complicated? Whatâs this one again, a freaky shadow monster?â you think out loud.
âWhereâs the fun in that?â Miguel retorts, glancing up toward you for a moment before turning back to Lyla. âDo a scan of the place, will you?â
âWhat do we say~â Lyla responds, and you giggle softly while Miguel huffs.
âPlease,â he mutters.
âWhat was that?â
âPlease, Lyla,â he says a little louder now, irritation growing in his voice.
âAlready done,â the AI snickers, and he groans out loud as your laughter bounces off of the walls, a fist held out for Lyla to bump.
âThe two of you will be the death of me,â he says lowly.
âOh, donât be like that, grumps. Youâd be too stubborn to die,â you retort before tensing up, the hairs on the back of your neck rising with the familiar feeling of your heightened senses at work. The moment you sling yourself up is the moment a loud thud sounds out from where you once stood.
âOh, I forgot to mention that the anomaly was in the far right corner,â Lyla says before disappearing.
âI really need to do a rewrite of her code,â Miguel mutters to himself.
In your previous spot emerges a dark figure, plumes of smoke emerging and dissipating from its form and allowing it to disappear into the shadows with ease.
With a simple nod, you get to work. Like a well-oiled machine, you work in practiced synchrony, bounding across the walls and slinging webs.
And just like that the anomaly is captured, the force field around it effectively trapping it for the ride back to HQ so it can be sent back to its own universe.
âThat wasâŚkinda lame,â you snicker, pulling off your mask
âTold you so,â Miguel says as he opens up a portal for you both, dragging the anomaly behind him.
âDonât say that to me,â you pout.
âWhat, canât handle the truth?â he retorts, a smirk playing across his lips as your bickering voices fade through the portal.
ââŚwas that a smile,â Gwen asks as she watches the spot where they both had stood.
âWas that what it was?â Miles asks, a shudder racking through his body.
~
It was late at night at the HQ, and at this time everyone else had already gone back to their own universes. The few that lingered were the ones finishing up after a late-night mission.
Or, you were Peter B. Parker frantically searching through the kitchen for a bottle of milk for Mayday after a playdate with a select few spiders that went on for way longer than expected.
Mayday was an easy baby. Always happy and smiling, but that all disappears when she was hungry and you did not want a spider baby on a rampage.
âAlright, alright, give Daddy a few seconds to warm up your milk please?â Peter pleads as Mayday continues to babble angrily, crawling all over him.
She pauses for a moment, attention drawn elsewhere as she hangs off of her fatherâs back before leaping.
âHey, lil spider!â You say with a laugh, catching her in your arms. âWhat are you doing here so late?â you ask.
âPlaydate with Miles, Gwen and Hobie. Time really flew and she refused to leave until now,â Peter sighs tiredly, and you pat him on the back before putting her up onto your shoulders. âWhat are you doing here so late?â
You shrug, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.
âWorking late. Like you said, time really flew,â you say, but Peter knew that wasnât the full truth.
âWorking so hard that you need two cups of coffee?â he asks, holding out the bottle for Mayday to take, which is what she does happily as she snuggles up in her fatherâs arms.
âWhat can I say, caffeine doesnât really work on me,â you grin, pouring the coffee from the machine. âGoodnight, Peter, Mayday,â you say, ruffling her red hair fondly.
And as quickly as you appeared, you disappear.
~
People didnât often disturb the big boss man Miguel when he was working. Not if you wanted to stay on his good side.
It was even less often that someone barges into his room full of screens as he monitors the Archno-Humanoid Polymultiverse, let alone a group of them.
âWe heard you talking to someone! And laughing,â Gwen says hesitantly as if she couldnât even believe it herself. But she was invested in figuring out what the deal was between the two of you now.
âWell, do you see anyone around?â Miguel deadpans, his arms wide and gesturing around broadly. You could barely stifle the giggle as you sat on a beam high up on the ceiling, going unnoticed.
âW-well, noâŚBut!â she says, and Miguel raises an eyebrow which makes Gwen shrink in her spot slightly before recovering. âBut we heard you. There was someone here, wasnât there?â
Hobie, ever the perceptive one tracks his eyes along the ceiling before spotting you swinging your legs with an amused look on your face. It seemed as though no one else had noticed though.
Miguel watches Hobie spot you and his eyes narrow in his direction, as if saying âI dare you to say anythingâ to which the spider only raises his hands in mock surrender.
âNo. There wasn't." He says, his tone final. "If thatâs all youâre here for, I have important work to get to. So why donât you go bother someone else, yeah?â
~
âI give up,â Gwen says, slumping in her chair. âWeâre never going to figure it out.â
âFigure what out?â Jess asks, walking up to the group.
âWhether or not there is something going on between those two,â Miles says, nodding towards you and Miguel talking over in the corner of the room.
Jessica only hums, a knowing look in her eyes but she doesnât say anything. Only asks a simple question.
âWhat makes you think so?â
âEveryone here knows that thereâs something there, even if they want to admit it or not. Sheâs one of the few people he tolerates, theyâre together almost all the time and he actually seems happy around her,â Gwen reasons.
âYou could have just asked, you know,â you say, coming up on their conversation with an amused look on your face.
Their expressions range from flustered to simply amused and you canât help the laughter that bubbles up as you make eye contact with Jess.
âAnd to answer the question,â you reach down your suit, pulling out a simple chain with a ring dangling off of the end.
âWeâre actually married.â
The group goes silent for a moment, eyes wide as they stare at the necklace in your hands, trying to process your words.
Then, all hell breaks loose.
A/N: Hehe, I'm quite happy with this one :3 This is my first attempt at writing Miguel, sorry if I butchered him but I am absolutely hyperfixating on him after seeing ATSV in theatres yesterday.
Based on the prompt by @imslightlycreative though slightly changed :)) I hope you all enjoyed <3
Part two out now!! Read it here.
#miguel oâhara x reader#miguel o'hara#across the spider verse spoilers#across the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman 2099#spiderman#miguel x reader#miguel ohara x reader#spiderverse x reader#miguel o hara#spiderman 2099 x reader#marvel
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Last Tribe A Day run cycle was today so I decided to combine them all to show the differences!
ID under the cut
[ID: Seven sketchy animated run cycles, all of the original dragon tribes from Wings of Fire. They alternate sides as they go down, starting with the top one on the left and the second on the right, and so on. The background is a blank white. Each dragon has shaded limbs to help see the differences while in movement. The right wing is the darkest shade, followed by the left wing (closest to the screen), the the right legs are the lightest shaded. Descriptions are in order from top to bottom:
Mudwing: Drawn in a dark red. The thickest dragon by far, opening is mouth in a smile as its front legs hit the ground. Its large wings have four toes as if they were a third set of talons, which is used as another set of legs while running. The wings lift off after the back legs. The entire body bobs with its weight while it runs, lunging with its back legs. One of its back legs disappears while it runs (oopsies) and its large tail flicks with the run.
Skywing: Drawn in a darker red. Much skinnier dragon with longer limbs and larger wings. Its large wings remain slight open above its border, slightly bobbing as it moves. The body itself doesnât move up and down, instead just twisting with movement of its limbs. Its tail is a little stiff, again just moving up and down. As it runs, one foot touches and leaves the ground at a time.
Icewing: Drawn in a dark blue. Its body and shape is ridgid, its head swooping up and down like it lunges with every time its front talons land. Again, its wings are used as a third pair of legs, however they are mostly used after the other limbs are mid-air. Its talons are visibly sharper, as well as its wings. Sharp spines on the back of its neck and end of its tail are visible as well, which bobs with the movement.
Seawing: Drawn in a dark blue. A thicker, long dragon with short but thick limbs and webbed frills along its spine and sternum. Itâs thick tail continues the up and down curve itâs body makes with every move, flicking the end of the frills as it does. Its wings are semi open above its body, bobbing with the running movement and tilting up and down as its spine curves.
Sandwing: Drawn in a warm brown. Long limbs but thicker than skywing. All four feet lift of the air when theyâre closest during the run, each foot hitting the ground one at a time. Itâs barbed scorpion-like tail bobs up and down at the end. Its wings are folded and stuff near its shoulders, tilted diagonally. A solid frill lines its spine, biggest at the back of its neck and above the back legs.
Nightwing: Drawn in a dark purple grey, and by far the stiffest run cycle. Thick body with short but thinner legs than mudwings or seawings. Spikes line the spine all along its body, longest at the back of the neck and back of the body. Its wings are held stiffly and slightly folded over its body. Other than the legs and tail, most of the nightwing barely moves as it runs, and its legs hit the ground in pairs, front legs then back legs. They donât even cross between each other at the closest part in the run. Its mouth opens and closes as it runs, not in any particular expression, I was just bored.
Rainwing: Drawn in a muted dark green. By far the bounciest run. It has a thin body and a head I accidentally drew a little big. Itâs three-toed wings are used as a third pair of legs, used most right before itâs front legs hit the ground. Its front legs hit the ground at different time, however the back legs hit and leave together. Its tail is by far the longest, curled at the end and slightly unraveling as it flicks up and down. Beneath the curved horns is a frill with two connections that slight opens and closes with the movement. Itâs grin also opens and closes with the movement.
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#wings of fire#dragons#run cycles#I hope I made the differences big enough#I can explain in words if needed#art#animation#mudwing#skywing#icewings#seawings#rainwings#nightwings#sandwing#og tribes only#I havenât finished the series bc I canât get the last books#so I havenât drawn the third arc dragons#teehee
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another manâs marks
pairing: toxic!bucky barnes x toxic!female reader
summary: you're texting with your situationship when he asks for a nude photoâbut you're covered in marks left by another man. wanting to see what he'll do, you send a photo of yourself, and you're rewarded with a very torturous and enjoyable reaction.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established situationship, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (f receiving), masturbation (m), come play, bdsm elements, a lot of biting and marking, orgasm delay, choking, some breath play, some pain play, some dacryphilia, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, pet names (baby), begging, teasing, some aftercare, taking and sending nude photos, possessive behavior, toxic behavior, jealousy, referenced but not shown situationship between reader and john walker, very anti-john walker behavior
word count: 7.3k
a/n: so this post came across my dash and i had the thought 'ok but what if you sent a situationship a picture covered in another man's marks?' and i started thinking about how toxic situationship bucky might react and then i wrote the first draft of this fic very quickly đ¤ i actually really love toxic bucky but i'm a little nervous to share this because i just want you all to love him as much as i do 𼺠(and, actually, he's not as toxic as i originally intended but y'know what, that's ok i think). i hope y'all enjoy âĄ
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Let me see your tits, baby.
The text message drew a huff of noise from you, one that was half laugh, half scoff. You were laying in bed, already wearing your pajamasâan oversized tee and pantiesâand catching up with your situationship, Bucky Barnes, before you went to sleep.
His request wasnât entirely out of the blue. After asking how your day was, Bucky had started complaining about his day, and youâd known the man long enough to know those kinds of conversations often led to him asking you to send a photo of yourselfâthough he usually wanted a picture of what panties you were wearing.
Most of the time, you didnât hesitate to take a picture to send to him. But that time, you paused.
You liked Bucky. You liked talking to him and hearing about his day, and when you were together, you had fun. Plus, you liked sending photos of yourself to him, and you enjoyed the fact that he wanted to see your body when he wasnât with you. It stroked your ego when he asked for a photo, and he always responded with filthy praise that turned you on.Â
But that particular night, you had a problem preventing you from simply taking a photo. And, really, the problem was partly to blame on Bucky.Â
From the beginning, heâd said he didnât do relationships, heâd told you he wasnât ready to commit to just one person. Heâd been clear and up front about what he wanted, and it was nothing more than a situationship, which was fine with you. You liked him, but you werenât going to beg for more.
But youâd also decided that if he wasnât going to commit to you, then you certainly werenât going to clear out your roster just for him. You werenât going to be one of those girls sitting at home pining away for some guy. Not even Bucky Barnes.
Which, in a long, winding way, led to your current predicament.Â
After all, there was a difference between Bucky being vaguely aware you were still hooking up with other guysâsince you occasionally referenced your rosterâand him seeing the evidence of it. And you had to wonder how heâd react if you took a picture of your tits in the state they were that eveningâŚ
It had only been about a day since your last hookup, and your mind wandered to the night before. Youâd met up with one of the other guys on your roster, John Walker, and had a decently enjoyable dick appointment. You hadnât expected Bucky or any of the other men on your roster to ask for pics, so youâd let John do what he wanted to your body.
If there were two things you knew about John Walker, it was that he and Bucky hated each other, and he loved your tits. John loved playing with them, he loved sucking on them, and he loved leaving hickeys all over them. Which heâd done the night beforeâand then proceeded to give you a not very satisfying orgasm.Â
Sure, itâd done the trick in the moment, but not even 24 hours later, you were already restless again, your body needing a proper release, which you knew Bucky could give you. But you werenât planning to see Bucky for at least a couple days, not until the evidence of your hookup with John had faded.
Lifting your shirt, you looked at Johnâs handiwork. Your tits were dotted all over with at least a dozen tiny little love bites, and your body warmed as you remembered the knife-edged pleasure that came along with each little mark. They were so recent, the bruises were still reddish, not having yet fully faded to a dark purple.Â
As you looked at them, you had a devious thoughtâwhat would Bucky do if he saw Johnâs marks on your body? Would he blow you off, stop talking to you, maybe even ghost you? Or would he need to see you so badly that heâd come over to your apartment? Would he fuck you and give you the release you needed?
Thinking through your options, you knew it would be the kind, respectful thing to send Bucky an older photo, one of your tits when they were entirely unblemished. You had plenty of photos like that on your phoneâand Bucky probably wouldnât even notice if you sent him the same photo twice.
Or⌠You could send Bucky a photo of your tits covered in another manâs hickeys. You could, if he asked, tell him exactly who had given you all those hickeys. And then, you could see what Bucky would do about it.Â
A wicked smile crept across your face as you came to a decision.Â
Lifting your shirt again, you arched your body toward the light in your room, making sure the marks were clearly visible on your skin, then you snapped a photo of your tits. Before you could talk yourself out of the idea that was probably toxic and definitely a little mean, you sent the photo to Bucky.
His reply was almost instantaneous.
Who the fuck did that to you.
You bit back your mischievous giggle, even if you were alone in your room and there was no one to hear the evil way you wanted to cackle at Buckyâs response. Excited thrills raced through your veins, warmth blooming between your thighs at the anger laced in his text message.
You knew youâd be pushing him further toward anger by answering his questionâyou knew how much Bucky and John hated each otherâbut heâd asked. And besides, you were hoping heâd take out all that anger on your body in the most delicious of ways. So you sent a simple response.
John Walker.
You waited for Buckyâs response.Â
And waited.Â
But as the minutes ticked by and Bucky didnât text back, your heart sank more and more, and the delighted smile on your face flattened into a frown. You began to think Bucky might actually be ghosting you.
For only a moment, you let yourself feel disappointed at the way your phone didnât light up with another text from your situationship, but you wouldnât allow yourself to be sad over a man like Bucky Barnes. Even if he fucked you way better than John Walker or any of the other guys on your roster. Even if you liked him more than any of the other guys youâd been with.
Hauling yourself up from your bed, you went through your nighttime routine, brushing your teeth and washing your face while listening to music. It wasnât until you were about to slip into bed and go to sleep that your phone buzzed with a new text message.Â
Your heart lept into your throat when you saw it was Bucky and you scrambled to read his response, eager to know what had taken him so long. Your breath caught in your throat and excitement buzzed wildly through your veins when you saw what heâd written.
Iâm outside. Open your door.
A shiver of anticipation zipped down your spine as you bounded out of bed, an ecstatic grin spreading across your face at the realization that youâd got what you wantedâBucky was at your apartment. And he was going to do something about the photo youâd sent him.Â
It took all your self control not to run to your apartment door and fling it open excitedly to greet Bucky. Instead, you forced yourself to take your sweet time padding to the door, your movements deliberately lazy as you unlocked it and swung it open.
Bucky Barnes loomed on the other side, his head hanging between stiff arms, his hands braced on either edge of the frame like he was holding himself back from kicking down your door. His broad shoulders were bunched up, his short, brown hair messy like heâd been running his hands through it. His chest was heaving as he breathed harshly.Â
When he lifted his head, the stubborn possessiveness in his darkened blue eyes slashed right through to your heart. Heâd never looked at you that way before, and you had the terrible, fleeting thought that you could get used to being the only girl Bucky looked at so possessively.Â
For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. Then, Bucky stalked forward, crowding you into your apartment and gathering you up in his strong arms while he kicked the door shut behind him. It closed with a rough slam that had your pulse skittering in your veins, your heart already pounding in your chest as Bucky crushed you in his arms.
His gaze held yours and there was something about the emotions swirling his eyes, a mixture of uncompromising possessiveness and lustful determination, that felt dangerous. Not to your body, but to your heart.Â
âYou got a lotta nerve sending me a picture with another manâs marks on you,â Bucky growled as he walked you backward toward your bedroom, his hands groping your hips and ass like every inch of your body belonged to him. âYou werenât trying to make me jealous, were you, baby?âÂ
His words were a furious hiss that he punctuated by ducking down and snapping his teeth at your plump lower lip, biting you roughly enough to wring a gasp from your lungs. Between your thighs, you could feel your pulse pumping needily, your body aching for so much more of Buckyâs rough treatment even as you forced yourself not to cower and submit like you wanted.
Pushing against Buckyâs shoulders until he leaned back and you could catch his eye, you quirked an eyebrow at him in a dry expression of amusement.Â
âYouâre a big boy, Bucky,â you said, before pausing to run your tongue along your lower lip, feeling the tender spot heâd bitten. Dark satisfaction swirled in your chest, but you made yourself shrug indifferently. âAnd Iâm not your girlfriendâso if youâre jealous, thatâs your problem, not mine.â
âYou let him mark you,â Bucky snarled, an accusation in his tone as he stared deep into your eyes.
For a momentâjust a brief momentâyou saw a hurt look in Buckyâs gaze, and it pricked at something deep in your heart. Something you refused to look at or examine, especially not with Bucky standing right in front of you. You didnât want to think about the fact that Bucky mightâve been hurt by your actions, or that you cared about his feelings enough to want to apologize.
But you supposed you could take pity on him. Youâd tormented him enough for one night.Â
âYeah,â you said, cocking your head to the side, a sly smirk curving your lips. âAnd what are you gonna do about it, daddy?â You practically purred the final word, knowing how Bucky would react to it.Â
Just like that, the hurt vanished from Buckyâs expression and heat sparked in his icy blue eyes, a menacing smile pulling across his face.Â
âYou wanna see what Iâm gonna do about it?â he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. âOh, baby, youâre not fucking ready for what Iâm gonna do to your pretty little slutty body.â
Bucky crowded into you, pushing you backward until your legs hit your bed, and then he was shoving you down to the soft blankets. You crawled backward into the center of the bed while Bucky toed out of his shoes and took off his jacket, leaving him in only a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants.Â
Once heâd tossed his jacket somewhere in your room, he didnât waste anymore time, prowling onto the bed and using his hands to push up the hem of your oversized tee. His head fell to your body, his teeth nipping harshly at your soft belly to make you squeal and squirm as he worked his way up. He delivered the same treatment to the curves of your brests and the delicate skin of your collarbone.
When his face finally hovered above yours, his breathing was harsh and his expression was filled with a determination so stubborn, you knew you were going to have a long night while Bucky showed you why you shouldnât let another man mark your body.
âYouâre not leaving this bed until youâve got so many of my fucking marks on your body that you wonât even think about sending nudes to anyone else,â Bucky growled, tugging off your tee, pushing your legs open so he could settle between them, and descending on your tits.Â
He found the first of Johnâs marks and sank his teeth into the skin around it, sucking hard on the already aching bruise. The spot gave a little twinge of pain from Buckyâs rough treatment, but it only mixed deliciously with the pleasure he was dragging from your body, and your fingers threaded into his hair, clinging to him while he sucked on your skin.
Bucky worked the reddish-purple blemish relentlessly with his mouth and teeth until it was bright again, and so much larger than the mark John had left. Then, when he was done, Bucky moved on to the next hickey, scraping his teeth over the bruise and wringing a helpless cry from your lips before he sucked the curve of your tit into his mouth.Â
It went on like that for you didnât know how long, Bucky working methodically down and across your chest, sucking and biting every bruise John had left behind on your body until each one was replaced with a new, bigger mark.
If you begged Bucky for moreâor tried to push his furious mouth down toward your pussy, which was throbbing almost painfully with needâheâd simply narrow his eyes at you, giving you a look like youâd known exactly what you were getting yourself into when youâd sent that photo to him. Then heâd work his mouth even harder, even more roughly against your body, until you were tossing your head back into your pillows and moaning your pleasure.
By the time he was done, you were nothing more than a whimpering, pleading mess beneath him. Your eyes were filled with tears of desperation, and your inner thighs were sticky with the sheer amount of desire soaking your panties and coating your trembling flesh.Â
âDaddy, please,â you begged on a sob, shoving at Buckyâs shoulders to get his attention as he roughly kissed a spot in the valley between your tits, licking and sucking a new hickey into your skin.Â
At the sound of your ragged voice, Bucky lifted his head, but you could already tell by the determined glint in his eye and the stubborn set of his jaw that he wasnât going to give you what you wanted just yet.Â
âHush, baby,â he rasped in a dark, patronizing tone, lowering his mouth back to your chest and sucking on the hickey heâd just left. âDaddyâs just getting started marking your beautiful body with all the pretty little bruises I want.â His voice was a rough growl that reverberated beneath your skin.
Between your thighs, you could feel more of your desire trickling into your panties, which were already soaked all the way through and sticking to your clammy skin. A whine worked its way up your throat and spilled from your lips before you could stop it, your legs squirming around Buckyâs sides, trying to grind your cunt against his body but unable to get the angle right.Â
While you wriggled frustratedly, Bucky paid you no mind, shifting down your body as he picked a spot for his next mark. When his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your belly, you cried out, arching up off the bed and spreading your thighs wider to make room for Buckyâs broad shoulders.Â
Your fingers twisted in his soft brown hair, trying to push his head down further, until it was between your thighs, whimpering a soft sob of, âBucky, please.âÂ
But Bucky was having none of it. Despite your pleading and protests, he took his time, only peeling your panties away from your soppy wet cunt after taking his time leaving a trail of hickeys on your belly.Â
When he saw how wet you were, Bucky chuckled and murmured, âSuch a messy little slut, baby.âÂ
Heâd said the words fondly and, if you werenât mistaken, there was affection in the curve of his smile that had you feeling something you didnât want to look at too closely. But your treacherous heart beat a little harder all the same.
Then his words sank into your lust-soaked mind and heat bloomed in your face at the gentle degradation. But what little shame you could conjure up only mixed with the burning of your desire as you stared down into Buckyâs darkened eyes, holding his gaze while he took off your panties and tossed them somewhere in your room.
He turned his focus back to the juncture of your thighs, shoving your legs wide open and smirking when you let out a helpless little moan at the feeling of the cool air brushing against your heated, dripping cunt. You were so worked up, you could feel your inner muscles clenching around nothing, needing to be filled with something.
âYour pussyâs winking at me, baby,â Bucky rumbled, laughter in his voice as he spread your pussy open with his fingers. You could feel it, your body winking at the man between your thighs like you were begging him to slide inside youâhis fingers or his cock, you didnât care. âShe wants me bad, doesnât she, baby?â
Buckyâs taunting words had you covering your face and letting out a low, tortured groan even as your hips twitched, your body yearning desperately to be filled, to be fucked. âBucky,â you whined, drawing out his name pitifully as your hips bucked into his hands, seeking more of his touch.
But Bucky didnât oblige your bodyâs request. His hands skimmed away from your pussy and along your thighs to hold you behind your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest so you were bared fully to his heated gaze. When you peeked out from between your fingers, you saw him staring hungrily down at your cunt, but at your movement, his gaze flicked up and caught yours.
âDo ya want me that bad, baby?â Bucky purred, ducking down to nuzzle his scruffy cheek against your inner thighâso close to where you needed him, but still too far away. On instinct, your hips bucked upward, trying to press your pussy against Buckyâs face, but he held you down, grinning as he went on. âYa want daddyâs fat cock to pound into your cute little cunt, huh, babyâwant it hard and rough so youâll be feeling me in your pretty pussy for days?â
âOh god yesâyes, please, Buckyâdaddy, please, I need your cock,â you babbled desperately, your hips squirming as you humped the empty air, seeking any part of Bucky that you could grind your aching cunt against. You didnât care if it was his mouth or his cheek or his shoulder, you needed something.
Instead of giving you that, though, Bucky turned his face and sank his teeth deep into your thigh, hard enough that your pussy pulsed violently and you thought you were going to cum. But you didnât.Â
Once the blinding sensation of pain and pleasure passed, you knew you wouldnât manage to tip over the edge just from Buckyâs teasing. You werenât going to cum until he finally paid attention to your pussy, and somehow you suspected Bucky knew that.Â
âTell me how bad you want me,â he growled, sucking on your skin and beginning to leave a new mark on your inner thigh. His gaze was locked on yours as he stared up your body, past your heaving chest that was already littered with his marks, commanding you with the stubborn, possessive look in his eyes to do as he said.
âWant you so bad, daddy,â you cried, your whole body trembling like a leaf in a bitter autumn wind. Tears of frustration and need were pooling in your eyes again and you knew that if Bucky kept edging you for much longer, they were going to spill down your cheeks. âWant you more than anythingâanythingâplease just fuck me!â
Buckyâs eyes glittered, the possessiveness is his gaze deepening and turning into something feral as he stared up your body. Finally, his mouth pulled away from your quivering thighâafter he placed one last affectionate kiss on the mark heâd left.Â
âTell me you want me more than John fucking Walker,â he spit out, shifting his head to your other thigh and sinking his teeth into your soft flesh as he held you pinned to your bed with his thick biceps wrapped around your legs.Â
Your heart fluttered in your chest and your breath caught in your throat. You hadnât expected to get such a reaction out of Bucky when youâd sent him that picture of your tits with Johnâs marks all over them. But you also couldnât bring yourself to regret it. Not when he was looking at you like you were his while he sucked yet another mark into your skin.
âI want you so much more than him,â you murmured. âI want your marks on me, I want your cock and your cum in meâI want you, Bucky.â
The words tumbled from your lipsâthe ones Bucky had demandedâand you were more than a little surprised by the vehemence in your voice, and how easy it was to admit you wanted Bucky more than John.Â
Sure, youâd known he was a better fuck than John, but things with Bucky felt right in a way they didnât with any of the other men on your roster. Like the two of you fit together somehow.
And that scared you. It scared you enough that you rushed on, forcing yourself to raise an eyebrow at Bucky and muster a dry tone as you asked, âIs that what you wanted to hear?â You could detect the hitch of emotion beneath the taunting tone of your voice, but with any luck, Bucky wouldnât.
Thankfully, he seemed not to notice, responding to your words by growling into the soft flesh of your thigh, his eyes narrowing into a glare. He gave the hickey heâd sucked into your skin one last pull, then pushed himself up.Â
Before you could beg again for him to fuck you, Bucky roughly grabbed your hips and flipped you over. His teeth sank so hard into the plush curve of your ass, you screeched into your pillows. There was more pain than pleasure that time, but Bucky knew the edge you liked to walk and he didnât give you more than you could handle.
As it was, even more wetness flooded between your thighs and you writhed beneath Buckyâs big body, all the small stinging aches of the marks heâd left blending with the pulsing throb of need coursing through your veins. It was enough to break the damn of your tears and you sobbed into your pillows.
âBucky, please, please, I need your dick,â you cried, straining your neck to look at him over your shoulder.Â
Buckyâs dark blue eyes were narrowed into slits and when he finally pulled his teeth from your ass, he continued glowering at you, looking grumpy and almost entirely unbothered by your pleas. You knew he wasnât entirely unaffected, though, because his cock twitched against your thigh when he saw your tear-stained face.
âTell me you wonât do it again and I might consider giving you some dick,â he growled, holding your gaze as he ducked down to lick and soothe the bite mark heâd left on your asscheek.Â
âI wonât send you another picture covered in Johnâs marks, I promise,â you rushed to say, arching your back and whining. Your body was moving on its own, trying to present your pussy to Bucky, but he only scraped his teeth over the mark heâd left in your skin.
âNot good enough,â Bucky grumbled, shifting to your other cheek and sinking his teeth into your ass, giving you another bite mark. When you hissed at the pain, Bucky relented, stroking his tongue over the spot as he sucked on your skin. âNo one else gets to mark you but me.â
You had to look away to hide the way your eyes rolled at that demand. Bucky wouldnât commit to you, but he wanted you to promise you wouldnât let another man mark you. Fucking men. You glared into your pillows, not saying anything and hoping heâd drop it if you didnât respond.
He didnât.Â
âSay it, baby,â Bucky growled, leaning to the side and slapping your ass. He managed to hit the exact spot heâd bitten, which was tender from his teeth and mouth, making you cry out. âSay Iâm the only one allowed to mark you.â
âMen who arenât my boyfriend donât get to make demands like that, James,â you snarled, turning to glare at him over your shoulder.Â
The two of you glared at each other for a long minute. You knew Bucky could be stubborn, but you could be much more stubborn when you wanted to beâand you fucking wanted to right then. If Bucky thought you were going to let him dictate what you could or couldnât do with other men while he refused to commit, he had another thing coming.
Slowly, Bucky shifted up onto his hands, climbing up your body with the languid movements of a predator until his bigger form covered your smaller one.Â
Still, you glared at each other.Â
His hand pushed his sweatpants down until his cock bounced free, the stiff length slapping your ass lightly. His precum immediately started leaking into the valley between your cheeks, and your pussy pulsed in desire.
Still, you glared at each other.
âSay it, or youâre not getting my dick,â Bucky rumbled obstinately, pushing his stiff length between your thighs to drag against your dripping wet slit.Â
You sucked in a sharp breath and arched your back, giving him more of your pussy to rub againstâbut that didnât mean you were going to submit to his ridiculous demand. And he wasnât going to turn you into a liar.
âSay youâre my boyfriend, or youâre not getting my pussy, daddy,â you retorted, putting as much mocking sarcasm into the nickname as you could manage.Â
Buckyâs eyes flashed with so much annoyance, you couldnât help the satisfied smirk that curled your lips, which only made his face contort in even more frustration.Â
His hand reached between your thighs, pressing his cock deep into your slippery folds until the head caught at your tight hole. But he didnât push inside. Instead, he let the tip slide through your folds to grind against your clit.
Need and desire pounded an unceasing drumbeat beneath your skin, your hands curling into fists in your blankets as you bit back a desperate moan. But you didnât let your face go slack with pleasure, you kept right on glaring at Bucky over your shoulder, even as he repeated the motion, teasing your tight little pussy with the head of his big cock.Â
Finally, something in Bucky snapped and he ducked down, capturing your mouth in a savage kiss, his lips and teeth attacking yours until both of you were breathless with need. You were practically vibrating with it beneath Buckyâs big body, and even his arms were trembling when you blinked your eyes open as he pulled away.Â
âYouâre gonna be the fucking death of me, baby,â Bucky rumbled, his voice so low and gravelly, you felt its deep tenor roll down your spine and settle deliciously in your core. As he spoke, he tilted his hips just the right amount and pushed the head of his cock into your dripping hole, making both of you groan in pleasure.Â
âRight back at ya, daddy,â you quipped at him, your voice embarrassingly breathless as you clung to the blankets of your bed and arched your spine, pushing back into Bucky as he pressed forward.Â
It took one long, glorious moment for Bucky to sink the full length of his cock inside your drenched, sopping wet pussy, and you nearly blacked out at how good it felt after so long of his teasing torture.Â
He was bigger and thicker than any man youâd ever been withâthough youâd never in a million years admit that to himâand it was always a little overwhelming when he first slid inside. But you loved it. You loved the way your body stretched to fit him, the way you could feel your pussy wrapped so snugly around his thick length. You loved the way you could feel him throb and twitch inside you, especially when he was close to cumming.Â
And you could tell by the way his cock was twitching inside your tight hole that he was already close. That was good, because after all his teasing had worked you up, you didnât think you were going to last long anyway.
Bucky gave you a moment to adjust to his size while he yanked his t-shirt over his head. Then he was pressing his bare chest to your back and pushing you deeper into the soft blankets of your bed until you lay prone beneath his strong body.
Only then did he pull his hips back, making you feel every delicious inch of his thick cock, before slamming inside again. Wrapping his arm underneath your neck, he tucked his bicep beneath your chin and held you pinned to his chest, forcing you to arch your spine more and feel the way his hips clapped against your ass as he pounded into you.
âIâm the only one who can fuck you like this, baby,â Bucky growled in your ear, grinding his cock into the depths of your cunt until you were whimpering beneath him. âYouâre daddyâs good little slut, and only daddy can fuck your pussy the way you need it, isnât that right?â
âYesâyes, daddy, you fuck me so good,â you cried out, hands scrabbling at the bed sheets for leverage to push back into him.Â
âTell me what I want to hear,â he demanded harshly in your ear, the words sinking into the deepest parts of your brain.Â
A twisted smile curled the corners of your mouth because you knew exactly what Bucky wanted to hear, and you were only too happy to give it to him. It was safer to admit what you were about to admit because it was the heat of the moment, and you hoped Bucky would think you were just saying it to make him happy. Only you could know that you meant every word.
âYou fuck me so much better than John, daddy,â you purred, pushing your hips back into Buckyâs thrusts, forcing him deeper into your cunt until you were so full of him, you thought he was imprinting himself on your very being. âYour dick feels so good, so big, daddyâyouâre the only man who fucks me so good, Bucky, youâre the best dick Iâve ever had. â
âFuckâfuck, baby,â Bucky bit out, his mouth brushing against your cheek, his stubble rasping against your skin and making you shiver. He fucked you harder, faster, rutting into your slick cunt like he was trying to leave another mark inside you. âRub your clit for me, wanna feel you cum on my fat cock.â
You didnât need to be told twice. You slid your hand between the blankets and your body, slipping it between your thighs and circling the tight nub of your clit with a viciousness that matched how Bucky was fucking you. Your inner walls clenched down hard on Buckyâs cock, dragging filthy groans from both your mouths as he pushed deeper and began grinding inside you.
âYour pussy feels so fucking good,â he gritted out through clenched teeth. âNever felt anything so tight.â He let out a harsh breath, his forehead falling to your shoulder as he kept up his relentless fucking, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your release. âFeels like youâre choking my cock, babyâI canât hold on much longer.â
âChoke me, daddy,â the words tumbled from your lips before you could stop yourself, the deepest recesses of your brain responding to Buckyâs words in a plea for one of your darkest desires.
Buckyâs bicep and forearm squeezed the sides of your neck instantaneously, giving you what you begged for and cutting off some of your air so you were forced to gasp for every little breath. You pussy squeezed tighter around his cock, wringing a rasping chuckle from the depths of his chest.
âYouâre such a filthy, depraved little slut, baby,â Bucky murmured teasingly in your ear before nipping the shell with his teeth, dragging a ragged cry from your lips. âYa like it when daddy chokes you, huh? Bet John fucking Walker doesnât choke you like this, does he?â
âNo,â you gasped, your voice hoarse but genuine as you admitted, âHeâd never choke meâheâd never treat me like a slut.â
âThatâs fucking right,â Bucky growled, somehow managing to fuck you even harder, his hips snapping into your ass so hard, you could hear the sharp clapping of his skin against yours even over his heavy breaths panting in your ear.Â
âIâm the only man who can fuck you like you need itâdirty and rough. Thatâs how you like it, isnât it, babyâyou like being fucked like a slut?â
âYes, yes, yes, yes,â you chanted, as much in response to Buckyâs debauched question as to the feeling of his cock pounding into your cunt. You were so closeâso close you could barely think, but you knew everything Bucky was saying was right. He was the only man who fucked you the way you needed it, and you needed to cum on his cock.
Thankfully, Bucky seemed to want the same thing.Â
âCum for me, baby,â he growled in your ear, his hips slamming his cock into your body hard enough to nearly hurt, but the pain-edged pleasure only pushed you closer to your release. âCum on daddyâs cock while heâs choking your pretty little neck and fucking you like the filthy slut you are.â
Buckyâs words and his cock, and your fingers on your clit, sent you over the edge, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and a ragged scream tearing free from your lips. Pleasure consumed you, body and mind alike, until all you knew was the sensation of ecstasy drowning out everything else.Â
It went on for one long, endless moment, pleasure pulsing through your being until it finally abated. Then, the world began to reform around you. Slowly, you returned to yourself, Buckyâs cock still driving into you, his thrusts turning wild and desperate as he growled in your ear.
âFuck, you feel good, baby,â he was rumbling, rutting into you while your pussy squeezed him in a perfect clenching rhythm. âFeels like your cuntâs begging for my cum. Is that it? Ya want my cum that fucking bad, baby?â
âYesss,â you moaned, your limbs melting beneath him as you savored the feeling of Bucky chasing his release in your body. âWant your cum, daddy, please gimme it,â you whimpered, weakly pushing your hips into his big body in a wordless plea.
Bucky grunted a soft, âFuck,â and then pressed deep, burying his cock to the hilt in your still pulsing cunt as he came. He let out a long groan, his cock twitching against your inner walls while he emptied his balls into your pussy, the warmth of his cum filling you up.
It felt so good, your lips curled at the edges in a happy smile. Every part of you felt warm and satisfied, and you basked in the unmatched afterglow that came in the wake of getting fucked by Bucky Barnes.
When he was finally spent, Bucky eased his hips back, pulling out of you gently so he didnât hurt your thoroughly used pussy. You appreciated the effort, even if you did feel a pang in your gut at the loss of him, like your body was mourning his absence.
Bucky rolled off you and flopped onto his back, leaving you limp and sated.Â
And cold.Â
The man whoâd just fucked you better than anyone else ever had made no move to pull your naked body into his, but that wasnât surprising. Bucky wasnât the type to initiate post-sex snuggling, though he didnât stop you from cuddling into him if you initiated it.
Gathering your strength, you heaved your body toward Bucky, draping yourself on top of him, wrapping an arm over his stomach and hitching your thigh over his hip. Your cooling skin pressed to his heated body as you tucked your face into his neck, cooing happily when his arm curled around your shoulders, holding you against his side.
But a post-sex snuggle wasnât the only thing youâd been looking for.Â
Your mouth found the side of Buckyâs neck, your lips working against his skin, kissing and sucking and biting him while he rumbled soft sounds of satisfied pleasure. You didnât stop until youâd left a hickey, but when you pulled away to get a look at it, you decided it wasnât enough.Â
After all, you were literally covered in his marks.Â
So you went back to work, sucking on the hickey until the bruise was so big, thereâd be no hiding itânot unless Bucky suddenly started wearing turtlenecks. Somehow, you knew he wouldnât. You knew heâd wear your hickey proudly, even if it meant he might not get laid until it faded.
When you were finally satisfied with your work, you brushed one last kiss to the hickey, and settled down at Buckyâs side. Your cheek pressed to his chest and you listened to his heart thumping a steady drumbeat beneath his pecs.Â
For a moment, you were both quiet, enjoying the feel of each other. Then Bucky fished his phone out of the pocket of his discarded sweatpants, which heâd kicked off at some point. He held the device aloft over the two of you, tilting his head to the side and using the front-facing camera to look at the mark youâd left.
âI guess I deserve this,â he commented, trailing his fingers over the gigantic hickey. There was no anger or annoyance in his tone, though, only amusement. He skimmed his fingers down to your shoulder and gently rearranged your arm until the marks heâd left on the sides of your tits were visible. âNow weâre even.âÂ
A snickering smile curved your mouth and you were about to retort that you werenât anywhere close to even, but the soft click of Buckyâs phone snapping a photo cut you off.Â
Reaching up, you tapped the screen to show the picture and you had to admit, it was pretty cute. The hickey on Buckyâs neck was prominent and he wore a cocky grin on his attractive face while you smirked into his chest, his marks dotting your skin even though you werenât revealing too much of your breasts.Â
It was the kind of photo youâd consider setting as your phoneâs background if Bucky was your boyfriend.Â
He wasnât, but that didnât mean you didnât still want it.
âSend that to me,â you said, trying to keep your tone light.
But Bucky mustâve heard how much you wanted the picture, because he chuckled evilly, pulling the phone out of your reach. When you lifted your head to glare at him, there was a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.Â
âIf I send this to you, you gotta promise not to let John mark you up again.â
That time, you let him see you roll your eyes while you reminded him, âOnly boyfriends get to make demands like that, Bucky.â
Huffing a frustrated sigh and giving you a half-hearted glare, Bucky tapped the screen of his phone a couple times. A second later, your phone buzzed with a text and when you glanced at it, you saw heâd sent you the photo of the two of you.Â
âFine,â he grumbled. âI just donât ever wanna see his fucking marks on your body again.âÂ
You nodded your agreement, saying, âThatâs fair.â It was the least you could do, all things considered.
Bucky laughed to himself at your easy agreement, then pushed you onto your back and spread your thighs while he sat up on his knees between your legs. âNow, smile pretty for daddy, baby. I wanna take some photos of all the hard work I did marking you up.â
A pleased grin pulled across your face. As much as you enjoyed taking pictures and sending them to Bucky, you loved it even more when he wanted to take pictures of you himself. So you laid on the bed and let Bucky position you how he wanted so he could take photos of his handiwork.Â
âYou gonna jerk off to these when you get home, daddy?â you taunted, staring up at Bucky and smiling for his camera. âGonna rub your cock to pictures of your marks all over me?â
Buckyâs eyes flashed and his cock twitched between his thick thighs, making your smirk widen. You knew you were provoking him again, but you couldnât seem to stop.
âYou gonna make yourself cum looking at photos of me covered in your marks, daddy?âÂ
Your teasing comments led to you laying helplessly beneath Bucky, his knees keeping your thighs spread wide so you couldnât grind against anything while he jerked himself off with his fist. The only thing he allowed you to do was knead and grope your tits, your pleasure mixing with aching pain from the bruises covering your skin.Â
Bucky came like that, his cum covering your fingers and chest in ropes of his seed, marking you all over again.
He took even more photos of the sight of your hands playing with your cum-covered tits, then fucked your pussy with his fingers, sounding very pleased with himself when he teased you for getting off on him making a mess of your slutty body and pushing his cum deeper inside you.Â
It was late when Bucky finally left your apartment, and you realized youâd been right. It had been a very long night. But even though you knew youâd only get a couple hours of sleep before work, it had been so worth it to text Bucky that photo of your tits covered in another manâs marks.
Over the next few days, Bucky demanded an endless stream of photos of the bruises heâd left on your tits and ass. He was busy at the office and the two of you couldnât find time to see each other, but he didnât want to miss any of the progression of the marks heâd left as the hickeys deepened into a dark plum color on your skin.Â
It turned you on to send so many photos, to see the constant reminder of the marks heâd left on your body, so you indulged Bucky every time he asked for more photos. It helped that he responded with a mixture of sweet degradation and filthy praise that had your heart beating harder in your chest and wetness gathering between your thighs.Â
Every night for a week, you got yourself off to the dirty things Bucky texted you, the promises of what he was going to do to your body the next time he saw you. But more than anything else, you kept going back to the possessive text message heâd sent the day after heâd been to your apartment, rubbing your clit to Buckyâs words.Â
Donât you dare show John fucking Walker your tits with my marks on them, baby. Those marks on your body are all fucking mine, and theyâre only for you and me.
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No one knows who writes the Hawkins High Tattler. It comes out every week, without fail, has for almost two decades. Everyone reads it, even teachers, even parents. It's caused more the one suspension, grounding, and even--famously--a shipping off to boarding school.
Steve's never let the Tattler get to him much. He's in it, of course, practically a new story every week. But it's just silly gossip.
Of course, Steve is also, currently, the titular Tattler, so. It's not like he's surprised when his name shows up.
It's his third year, his last year, and he knows everything that ever goes on at Hawkins High. It's pretty easy, honestly. Everyone thinks he's ditzy and vapid; nothing more than hairspray and polos. People will say anything around him, assuming he's not listening or not interested, and then bam. It's in next week's Tattler. No one even suspects him.
The confessions locker probably helps. Down by the theater, busted and unusable, the perfect place for people to leave tips, to tattle on their friends (or enemies, as the case may be).
That's what he's doing right now, checking the confessions locker. After 9:30 on a Friday night, the place silent as the tomb, perfect time for it. Pretty standard fare this week. The only thing of interest is that Eddie Munson was the person who broke all Ms. Click's pencils and left the stubs on her desk. This one, he laughs at, can't wait to publish it; can't wait to talk to Munson about it.
He gets a lot of stuff about Eddie. Most of it he doesn't publish because it's bullshit about satanic rituals--the nerdy kids he babysits play dnd, and there's no way Karen Wheeler is letting anything satanic happen in her basement--or about his sexuality, and one thing Steve doesn't do is out people.
Gathering up this week's submissions, he closes the locker with a soft clink, and he swears, swears he hears the squeak of a tennis shoe on the polished tile of the floor. He freezes, heart in his throat. Nobody has been here this late before.
Seconds pass but there's only silence. Confident he's only hearing things, he heads out, the parking lot just as empty as when he arrived.
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He sees Eddie a few days later, when he's picking up the kids from the arcade. They typically exchange casual greetings, but as Steve waits, Eddie stands with him, offers him a cigarette.
"Read that was you who messed with Click's pencils. Good one."
Eddie shrugs, gives a little bow and a smile. "Happy to be of service."
"It was my class, when she found them. Never seen her so mad."
"No way," Eddie laughs. "Not even when Hagan drew dicks on all the textbooks?"
"Not even then, man. She was throwing pencil stubs everywhere."
"Fuck, sad I missed it." Eddie takes a drag, Steve's eyes following the movement, lingering on his mouth. Something warm and tingling builds at the base of his spine and he forces his gaze away.
"How long you in detention for?"
"I'm not. Swore it wasn't me, and Click doesn't want to admit she reads the Tattler, so. Not much they could do. "
"I've seen it sitting on her desk!"
"I know! She reads it when she has detention duty!"
They lean against Steve's car, laughing, and Steve feels good. This is good. He likes Eddie. He's funny and dramatic and smart and kind. He's not deserving of any of the mean things that get submitted to the Tattler.
The kids come streaming into the parking lot then, and Eddie stubs out his cigarette, says "see you around, Harrington," and Steve finds himself flushing for reasons he can't quite explain.
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He starts seeing Eddie around way more. He's in school most days, smoking in the parking lot after the last bell, chatting with Steve in the hallways.
It shows up in the Tattler; big news that the King and the Freak are hanging out. Most of the submissions are about it, increasingly elaborate rumors about their supposedly deep, close friendship.
He wishes he could tell Eddie.
Eventually, Eddie invites him to smoke at the quarry. He doesn't hesitate to say yes, doesn't even bother to try ignoring the swoop in his stomach, the speed of his heart.
They sprawl out in the back of the van, Eddie's loud, raucous music pounding around them, sharing a joint back and forth.
Steve gets hazy, boneless, can't stop watching Eddie, the way his lips purse around the joint, his long hair glinting gold in the weak light of the camping lanterns, the pleased shine of his eyes every time he makes Steve laughs.
He likes Eddie so much. Everything about him, honestly. Butterflies ping in his stomach, happy and slow, and he thinks how nice Eddie's lips are, wonders how soft they must be. And he thinks--he's read the submissions, right--he knows the things they say about Eddie, and he wishes it was true, he wants--he wants--
He wants
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Steve's running late to check the locker. Lost track of time at the diner with Eddie, and it's making him panic.
He stuffs the submissions haphazardly into the pocket of his hoodie, dancing with nerves, willing himself to grab them all and get out.
Locker emptied, he sprints towards the exit. He has a second to process someone barreling towards him in the dark, but he's going too fast to stop, can only brace himself as they collide.
It sends him sliding across the floor, Tattler submissions spilling out of his pocket like snow. He hits the ground, scrabbling for the papers, praying that whoever is here with him can't see them in the low light.
Hands grips his biceps. "Stevie, Steve, we have to get out of here" and there's a second where he's comforted by the familiar rasp of Eddie's voice before terror spikes again.
He pulls himself from Eddie's grasp, searching for any dropped submissions in easy reach. "Wha--why--what's--"
"I ran into Jason Carver and his band of idiots at the gas station. They're on their way to here to try to catch the Tattler in action."
Steve freezes. "I don't--that's not--I--"
In the deep silence of the empty school, they both hear the slamming of a door, a bitten off giggle. Eddie grabs his wrist and they run. Into the theater room, through a door Steve didn't know existed, to the backstage area of the auditorium.
"You should be safe here," Eddie says.
Panic spirals through him. "I can explain. I was just--I forgot a--I needed--"
"Harrington! I know, okay? I already know."
Steve can only blink at him, swallows rough in his throat. "What--Eddie, I--"
"I saw you. Weeks ago. Forgot my notebook in the theater room after Hellfire and had to run back for it. You were there, at the locker."
"You can't tell anyone."
"I'm not going to."
"No, Munson, you really can't. Nobody can know. Nobody--"
"Swe--Stevie, I promise. The secret's safe with me." He rocks back on his heels, chewing on his lip for a second before he continues. " I--I couldn't figure you out, you know? I saw you around with those kids and it didn't make any sense. King Steve, babysitting tiny nerds? But I saw you at the locker and..."
"You're giving me too much credit, man."
"I don't think so. You're never--fuck, Harrington--you're never mean. At least, not in the last couple years. You spread gossip, but you don't punch down, and you're funny as hell. Mean as shit too, but only to the people who deserve it."
His ears burn and he looks down. "Just because I have fucking--fucking editorial standards doesn't mean that I'm anything special."
Eddie scoffs. "Remember, Stevie, I was reading it a year before you were here. Cruel, vapid garbage. Always the most vile, pointless stories about people who couldn't defend themselves. And how many submissions have you gotten about me, for instance, that you've never used?"
Steve clenches his fists. "I would never--"
"I know. Sweetheart, I know. That's why I li--You're so fucking good, Stevie."
He laughs, ears burning. "I'm really not, Eddie. I try to write about fun gossip that can't hurt anyone too much, and nobody's found me out because they think I'm too dumb--"
Eddie reaches out then, fingers connecting softly with the edge of Steve's jaw. He can't help but lean into the touch, eyes flickering closed.
"You don't want to hurt people because you're fucking kind. You know how I know for sure? You must get submissions every week about me, and you've never once printed that I'm--" Eddie stops then, swallowing hard.
Steve's throat goes tight. He rests his hand over Eddie's, still holding his face. "Me too," he whispers. "Kind of. I like--it's both. For me."
"Oh," Eddie breathes, mouth lifting in a bright, beautiful smile that Steve can't help but return.
He's watching, sees when Eddie's gaze drifts his lips, making his breath hitch. He doesn't really think about closing the distance between them, slotting their mouths together in a tentative, gentle kiss.
"You're just full of surprises aren't you, Steve Harrington? Eddie asks when they part.
Steve blushes. "That's sort of the last of them."
"Sure. Next you'll be telling me you've played dnd."
"I have a character."
"What???"
"Human paladin. Dustin worked on it with me. Ready to get out of here?"
"Human paladin," Eddie gapes. "You know--you said--what's happening?"
Steve twines their fingers together, leading Eddie towards the auditorium exit. "Well, first we're going to walk out to my car and then we're going to my house, and we're going to look through Tattler submissions. Maybe makeout a little bit."
Eddie giggles. "What the fuck? Like. What the fuck, sweetheart?"
He turns to face Eddie, smile big and pure and bright with happiness. "If you're really nice to me, I'll let you help write this week's issue."
"Oh, oh. You're going to wreck me." Eddie mumbles, almost to himself.
"If you're lucky." Steve beams.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#fluff#friends to lovers#secret identity#gossip column#first kiss#getting together#steve harrington writes a gossip column#steve harrington is lady whistledown#eddie discovers steve's secret identity#they makeout about it#obviously erica becomes the tattler when she gets to high school. obviously
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Loyalty is Hot - Adam (Hazbin Hotel) x Fem!Reader SMUT
Request: "I was hoping for a fic where Reader is Adam's third wife and they meet Lucifer (maybe in a meeting?) and he states how he could take Reader from Adam as well. Adam is kind of internally panicking as Lucifer states what it took to take his other two wives until Reader gets all fed up and rudely puts him in his place. Causing Adam to get all hot and bothered for his wifey and their loyalty?"
Contents/Possible Warnings: P in V sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, praise kink, creampie, semi-public sex (they fuck in a meeting room), Adam being himself, creampie, slight angst, SMUT, MDNI
You hated meetings, or waking up for them more specifically. It seemed that every time your husband dragged you to one it was at the earliest time possible, a time you'd much rather be spending in bed with him, enjoying the time of day where Heaven was at its most peaceful. It was also the time of day when Adam, sleepy and in a loving mood, was least annoying (which pained you a bit to admit, especially considering how much you loved him.)
"Hey! Wake the fuck up, babe! Don't fall asleep on me, not here." Adam nearly shouted, gently poking at you before you fell asleep on his shoulder in the meeting room. You opened your eyes with a sigh, keeping your head rested against your husband.
"Who are we even meeting with? More importantly, why haven't they shown up yet? It's been at least an hour," You questioned, a rising annoyance in your voice. Adam had sprung this meeting on you at the literal last minute, saying something along the lines of 'I need to show off my hot-as-fuck wife,' before practically dragging you out of bed; no more information given. Being the good wife you were, you accompanied him, albeit with some complaining. The last thing you were expecting, however, was for the meeting to be in Hell.
"We're meeting with Lucifer," He explained, the wide grin on his face shown on his mask. "I can't wait to see that fucker's face when he sees how sexy you are and realizes that you're all mine." One of his hands moved down to place itself on your thigh as he leaned in, smirking. "Who knows, maybe I'll even bend you over and fuck you right here on this table while heâ"
You glared at him, smacking his hand away with a hiss of his name. He drew it back, letting out an amused laugh. "We are here on business," You reprimanded, an upset frown on your face. "Could you at least save the horny talk for after the meeting? Y'know when we're not in Hell?" Despite your reaction, you had to admit that the idea your husband had conjured up was kinda hot when you thought about it more in depth.
Fuck, you could see it now, feel it even. Back pressed against the table while your husband loomed over you, beautiful golden eyes staring into yours as you spread your legs for him. His thick cock sinking into you slowly, only for him to start with a quick, animalistic paceâjust the way you liked it. Fuck, and the way his hands would reach out, grabbing at whatever he could; your ass, tits, thighs, anything that was soft and grabbable.
You hadn't realized the blush that had spread across your face until you saw your husband's smug grin. "Awww, did that turn you on, baby?" He cooed, almost mockingly. "Remember what you said, 'Save it for after the meeting.' Can't jump on me just quite yet." He leaned back in his chair, the grin on his face only growing as you shot him a harsh glare. As much of a lover of sex as he was, Adam loved teasing you even more.
You opened your mouth to argue back at him, slightly embarrassed by his use of your own words against you, but you were cut off by the sound of the door opening and closing. You turned your head, spotting the King of Hell himself. He looked just the way Adam had always described: pale white skin, rosy red cheeks, golden hair, noseless, and short. So short.
You stood from your seat as Lucifer approached the table, the sound of his boots against the tile of the floor filling the otherwise large, quiet room. You smiled, holding out a hand to shake, your typical behavior for business matters, regardless of who it was. "Hello, Your Majesty," You greeted politely, earning an eye roll from your husband next to you.
Lucifer returned your smile with one of his own, taking your hand and shaking it. "Who might this beautiful angel be, Adam?" He questioned, pressing a light kiss to your hand before letting it go and sitting down. Adam smirked as you sat back in your seat next to him, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you in close; not letting his annoyance at Lucifer's small display of affection be visible on his face.
"This is (Y/N), my wife. She's gorgeous, isn't she? A real hottie. Did I mention she's my wife?" He introduced, taking pride in having you by his side. Lucifer glanced at you, looking unamused by Adam's obvious boast before smiling at you. "Well, I certainly hope she's happy with you. Y'know, considering your history with your other wives." He antagonized, covering it up with a polite tone.
Adam's smile faltered. A sensitive topic had been brought up, one that challenged your husband's confidence. You looked between the two, taking note of how they glared at each other with mutual hatred. Lucifer turned his attention fully onto you, leaning in slightly. "Tell me, dear. Does he even satisfy you? Are you happy with him?" You opened your mouth slightly in shock, taken back by the sudden, blunt questioning.
"Fuck you! Of course she's happy with me!" Adam growled. "She's not like those last two bitches who'd settle for you of all people, you short fuck." Despite his assertion, you could hear the doubt in his voice, like he was trying to convince himself of it, too. Lucifer grinned, sharp teeth on full display, not affected whatsoever by your husband's burst of anger.
"It's not my fault that your wives like me better, Adam," Lucifer replied snidely. "All it took for Lilith was a man who did more than the bare minimum, and as for Eve, all it took was giving her a choice of who she wanted to be with for once, and that someone certainly wasn't you."
Lucifer then motioned to you. "I wonder what it'll take for me to win your third wife over, probably not much, to no fault of her own. You're probably leaving her just as unhappy as you did the last two, Adam." You watched as Adam tensed up at Lucifer's words, any confidence now gone as he struggled to keep up his self-absorbed facade.
"T-Thats not true," He stuttered, one of the few times you had ever seen him do so in all of the years you had known him. The drop in Adam's demeanor was the final straw, and you calmly got up from your seat. Both men's eyes followed you, watching your movements closely. Even with the mask on his face, you could see the fear in your husband's eyes as he watched you approach Lucifer.
"Honey? Baby?" Adam called out to you, watch as your face morphed into one of pure anger; a sight that even scared the King of Hell himself. They both knew that you were far from happy, and that was never a good thing.
"First of all, Lucifer," You hissed, saying his name with pure malice. "I am not Lilith, nor am I Eve. I may have been created with the same purpose in mind, but let it be known that we are far from similar." You slowly got closer to him, almost like a predator stalking its prey in the most terrifying way possible. "Second of all, yes I am happy. Clearly happier with Adam than Lilith was with you, considering how she up and left you and went only God knows where. I also don't see Eve around."
Lucifer's smile fell for the first time that day, and with it, his pride. Adam watched in astonishment as you continued to put Lucifer in his place. "Finally, I need you to understand that you're far from being my type. You're a coward who barely governs his people, yet so proudly calls himself the boss. Then you waltzed in here acting like you knew me better than I know myself, even when we had just met. I love Adam with every fiber of my being, even if he's the most obnoxious jackass I've ever met."
You got even closer, causing Lucifer to lean back in an attempt to escape you. "Oh, and for the recordâ" You leaned into his ear. "Adam fucks me better than I'm sure you've ever fucked anyone else in your pathetic life. So, yes, he does satisfy me." You whispered. You pulled back suddenly, a smile on your face. "Is that understood?"
Lucifer gulped, nodding in reply. "Lovely." You grinned, moving back to Adam. "Now, I'm afraid we're out of time. We'll have to reschedule this meeting for another day, preferably with someone else. Maybe you can send someone in your stead? Someone who's more politically involved in your Kingdom's workings, perhaps."
Lucifer let out an awkward laugh, standing up before making his way to the door, mumbling something about how we would send his daughter instead next time, before leaving. You stood triumphant, hands on your hips as you watched his departure.
"Iâ" Adam began, almost at a loss for words. "Are you aware how fucking hot that was!? Holy shitâ" He pulled you down into his lap, pulling his mask off before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you eagerly. He pulled you down by the hips, grinding you against him, causing you to feel his growing hard-on through the fabric of his robes. "FuckâPlease, I know you said we have to wait, but please please please let me fuck you right here. Need you now."
You grinded down, a moan escaping both of you. "Why don't you do what you said you'd do earlier, hmm? Fuck me right here on this table, Adam." He bent you over the table, and you let him pull your skirt up just enough for him to be able to then tug your underwear off, tossing it aside somewhere in the room.
"Impatient today, aren't you, hon?" You teased playfully, looking back to find him not even bothering to take off his robes, choosing to pull them up instead. He chuckled, placing his hands on your hips as he lined himself up with your entrance. "Seeing you put annoying little fucks like Lucifer in their place does things to me, baby." He purred, thrusting in.
You let out a gasp at the feeling, his thick cock stretching you out perfectly. His pace was quick from the start, hips snapping against yours as the sound of it all filled the room. "I bet Lucifer couldn't fuck you like this now, could he? No, you need a real man to show you who you belong to." Adam groaned, kissing and nipping at your neck.
"H-He could never," You stuttered, struggling to speak as your mind went foggy from pleasure. "I needâOh, fuck!" You let out a cry as his fingers found your clit, rubbing at it. "That's a good girl, let all those pretty little noises out." He praised, the sound of your moans more beautiful than any Heavenly choir to him.
"You're so much better than those other whores," He moaned, pounding into you, eyes screwed shut in pure ecstasy. "My perfect fucking wife, the love of my lifeâShitâ" He let out a growl as you clenched down on him. He let out a sweet laugh, hands moving up to grab at your tits while he fucked into you. "Oh? The praise turns you on, huh? You should be honored to receive it from me."
A mix of your moans and his spread throughout the room as you both drew closer to your climaxes, your shared noises growing louder and louder by the second. "Fuck," He cursed, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he rutted into you. "Gonna cum, 'm gonna fill you up. Maybe I'll even put a baby in you just to show Lucifer how in love with me you are."
"Do itâ" You begged, legs quivering as he angled his cock in just the right way for the tip to graze your sweet spot. "Cum inside me Adam, let them know that I'm yours. All yoursâA-Adam!" Your orgasm hit you with sudden force, the feeling coursing through you.
"Yesyesyes! Feels so fucking good cumming around meâ" The sensation of your pussy contracting around him during your orgasm pushed him over the edge, and he came, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside of you.
You rested your face against the table, no longer able to hold yourself up by your arms after the energy your climax had used up. Your orgasm subsided, but your body still shook, lightly trembling from the enjoyable onslaught it had just endured. You took deep breaths as Adam pulled out of you, feeling his cum leaking out of your well-fucked cunt.
He pressed soft kisses to your neck, holding you as you both basked in your post-orgasmic bliss together. "I love you," He mumbled against your neck, smiling. "You seriously have no idea how grateful I am for you to be my wife. You're absolute perfection, sweetheart." He pulled himself off of you, sitting back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You think some sinner scum is gonna have to clean our mess up? That shit would be hilarious."
You sighed, shooting him a harsh look that he only laughed at. "Adam," You warned. "Have some respect, would you?" He laughed again, pulling you down into his lap, grinning. "Respect? Baby, we just screwed in a fancy meeting room. We are past the point of failing to show respect."
He leaned in closer to you, mischief in his golden eyes. "Now, why don't we go for a round two?"
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some of my success stories cuz giving more advice is boring
before knowing about the law:
1-shifting when i was 5 using imagination
2-manifesting a dimple on my right cheek when i was 7 by affirming and imagining
after knowing about the law using imagination and affirming:
1-erased two memories by imagining my memories in a computer and i replayed that memory and deleted it ( i can remember that i deleted it but i dont remember what happened)
2- (A TEST) was reading a neville book and the part was about how he told the audience to imagine climbing a ladder and that they will really climb it and so i did climb a ladder in the next week when i completely forgot what i even imagined
3-wanted an electric milk frother but couldnt find any in my country so i imagined it and my mom bought it for me after 2 days
4-never gaining weight no matter how much i eat by affirming that food doesnt affect my body and that i only gain or lose weight when i want to
5-i hated when someone had my password so i robotically affirmed that my mom always forgets my password until i fell asleep and now 3 years later she still forgets it that she gave up
6-was sick for 2 years and each doctor told me smth different so whenever i felt the symptoms i affirmed âim healthy physically and mentallyâ until they went away and i only did that for two times and thankfully they never came back
7-wavycaqe made a story asking her followers to send their photos cuz shes gonna draw them so i sent mine and imagined that she drew me and forgot about it AND SHE DID OMG (she posted a video of the drawing)
using subliminals:
fuller lips, upturned eyes, long hair, long legs, bigger nail beds, compliments.
i also moved cities when i visited a city last year and i rlly liked it and i decided im gonna live here and randomly this year we moved there( we werent even planning to)
these are what i can remember rn im just manifesting that my manifestations are always instant(they are most of the time but yk)
#loa blog#loablr#manifestation#reality shifting blog#shiftblr#loa tumblr#loassblog#manifesation#manifesting#shifting realities#loassumption#loa success#loa#shifting#shifting community
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Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・You go on a date and you know old man Logan is gonna hate it.
warnings: smut, daddy kink, rough, penetrative sex, old man logan (not a warning, a blessing really) praise, oral (male receiving)
You knew as soon as you walked back to the complex you were in trouble, you could practically smell it in the cold air of the night. The message only further iterated when you found Logan waiting outside for you.
âA date, huh?â
It was only a small thing, some guy in your tiny diner asked you out and of course you were gonna say no at first- you had Logan, but did you really have him? Or was it just circumstances that had the two of you together.
Logan was older and he hated most things. Most of the time he was even gruff and short with you. It had been forever since heâd last touched you so you thought where was the harm.
It took less then five minutes for him to show you the harm.
He had you chest pressed against the wall, your dress hiked over your hips and his cock stuffed between your folds. He held your hips and thrusted without remorse, almost intent on hurting you.
âYou think a young fella knows just how you like it?â He grunts in your ear, biting down on the flesh there. âYou think this old man canât give it to you like you want, huh bub?â
âPlease,â your fingers scraped the wall.
âYou just wanted me to fuck you, is that it? Câmon, tel me baby.â
âYes!â
âYes what?â He chuckled.
âYes I wanted you to fuck me.â
Logan pulled out for just enough time to spin you around before sliding into you again. He groaned at your walls fluttering around him and hoisted you further up. âOh youâre such a needy slut, huh. You just had to go out with any cheap dude to get your way.â
Beyond the howl of the wind you could hear the slapping of skin.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, grounding yourself as your head slips against his. âNeed you all the time.â
He chuckled and groaned at your walls clenching. âI know you do bub, just need your old man to take good care of you.â
You nod, moaning into him.
He kept on mumbling, branding you with his words.
âCunts only made for my cock, it canât bare anything else.â
âOnly- fuck- only I can make you feel this goodâ
âNever gonna let you go bub.â
It was a good thing you were once an x-men yourself and could get your leg up as Logan threw it over his shoulder, reaching that part that made you shiver. Your nails dug in and as his healing factors slowed, you drew blood.
âEnough to bring a man to his knees,â he groaned.
âIâm gonna cum,â you gasp.
âThatâs it, good girl, come all over this cock. Make me a happy man.â
He thrusted into you until you came and soon after he followed, pressing you into the wall as he grunted loudly into your shoulder.
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That night sleeping had been hard, your mind and body replaying Loganâs touch. You had been up half the night touching yourself, wondering if Logan could smell you and would come help- but he didnât.
So you went to work in the diner the next day. It wasnât until the afternoon anything remarkable happened.
Logan walked through the door, jacket on and glasses perched on his nose.
You startled, heâd never visited you at work before. âLogan, what are you doing here?â
âYou have coffee right?â He asked. âI want coffee.â
For the rest of the afternoon, into the evening he sat and drank coffee. He flicked through a paper or scrolled on his phone that he could barely work but he didnât leave. He just kept drinking coffee.
You were on the close, only you. And Logan.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked as he gave you his coffee mug.
âHad to be sure you wouldnât be tempted on another date,â he said.
âIâm not.â
He rose his brows, walking the length of the counter. âDid i remind you you only need me, last night, bub?â
Logan made his way around the counter, standing in front of you. He cupped your chin, tilting your head back.
âYes, Logan,â you say over his grip.
âGood.â He kissed you, biting on your lip immediately to get you to open for him. He pressed you against the counter and dug his hood into you.
You gasped at the feel of him under his trousers, his cock heavy.
âYou think I didnât hear you last night, begging for more,â he said, breathless against your lips. âYou want more, I can give you more princess.â
Before you knew it, he had you under the counter on your knees, his cock sliding against your tongue.
âFuck, Princess. I canât ever let this mouth go to waste,â he grunted. One of his hands was wrapped around your hair, guiding you slowly while the other gripped the counter.
He wished he could say he could go all nights, but he wasnât as young as he used to be. If you kept it up, heâd finish in minutes.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his jaw clenched. Beyond the radio, he could hear you gagging around his cock as he pushed further and further in. âThatâs it bub, take it so well. All the way in, yeah.â
His balls dangled close to you, the hairs around his cock ticking you as you took him out and then back in, spit getting down your chin and over him. âFilthy little thing, arenât ya?â
Suddenly, the bell over the door jingled.
âClosed!â Logan yelled.
âIâm looking for Y/N,â said the guy.
He felt you still.
You took him from your mouth but never had the chance to speak as Logan gripped your hair and forced his cock back through your lips.
âWhat do you need her for huh?â Logan asked. You were hidden so well the guy couldnât see you, but you recognised his voice. Youâd heard it draw on and on last night.
âWhat are you, her father?â
âI- shit- I take care of her if thatâs what you mean.â
You wondered if the guy was suspicious why Logan was standing so close to the counter, gripping it with a hold that turned white. You moaned around his cock, testing your limits.
Logan stuttered.
âWell I took her out last night and wanted to see what she was doing tonight?â Asked the guy, voice edging on cocky.
You gripped Loganâs thighs and breathed from your nose, taking him as far down as you could.
âSheâs busy tonight.â
âDoing what?â
âSucking me off, for starters.â
You grinned, taking his cock and liking it up and down.
âExcuse me?â He asked.
Logan looked down at you. âAlmost there baby, just the tip now.â
You obliged, swirling your tongue over the tip before taking him half way and letting your hands work what you couldnât take.
The guy scoffed. âAre you?â
âAbout to finish in my pretty girls mouth, yea. You might want to beat it.â
He let go of your head as he groaned and came in your mouth just as the door slammed shut. You sucked every last drop, humming around him until he was trembling.
Once you were finished cleaning him up you stood back in front of him. âSo, should I start calling you daddy?â
just a quick little thing because I drool over old man Logan
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good & bad
đ staring. Kim Mingyu & Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. âMy new therapist says itâs healthy behavior to let Wonwoo do what he wants to do ever so often,â you explain, watching Wonwoo beat Seungcheol at the arm wrestling and proceed to down two shots in celebration. âIâm not sure how she can think him coming to frats, getting drunk, and getting into pissing contests is healthy, but hey, itâs not my job to counsel power holders.â
tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, dry humping, horny!gyu, dom!wonwoo, Wonwoo tells virgin!Gyu what to do, hand job, Wonwoo using his power to help y/n ride Mingyu, manhandling, size kink, groping, nipple pinching, praise, degradation, voyeurism, pussy stretching, cream pie, multiple reader orgasms, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) gorgeous & baby.
đšÂ rating.18+ explicit I wc. 8.8k
đ aus. superpower au, uni au, etcâŚ
âď¸Â mlist + an. I was thirsting for another Meanie fic and I came up with this super power, I'd never seen it before and I thought it would be fun :)
Prologue:
âWe thought she just had an active imagination,â your mother explained, reaching over to grab your hand and give it a soft squeeze. âMost kids show signs of powers when theyâre six or seven, sheâs ten now, so we just thought maybe she wouldnât have any. Her father is a none-supe, so we came to terms with it years ago.â
The doctor was looking over your family file, and she nodded softly, looking up at your mother, then to you. âWhen did you first see signs that these imaginary friends of hers werenât just in her own head?â
âThere were little things,â your mother admitted. âI was cooking one night and she was drawing. When I looked again, the paper next to her had this image on it- a completely different art style to what she had been doing. When I asked her who drew it, she told me that Mingyu had.â
âMingyu is one of her imaginary friends, correct?â
âYes, she has Mingyu, who at first was described as the âgoodâ one, and Wonwoo, the âbad.ââ
âSomething akin to an angel and devil on your shoulder,â the doctor nodded.Â
âExactly.â
âAfter the art incident?â
âShe was outside one day, tossing a ball around, and the ball bounced back to her, like some invisible person had thrown it back. At first, we thought maybe she had some sort of telekinesis, but she told me she was playing catch with Wonwoo.â
âSo this was the first instance you saw proof that one of her imaginary friends could actually manipulate real-life objects, correct?â
âYes.â
The doctor leaned back in her chair. âAre there any other events that have happened that push you to believe these imaginary friends of hers are real and itâs not a telekinesis power?â
âWell, y/n fell off her bike last week. Her knee was all scraped up. I was about to run and get bandages when this soft glow appeared over her knee. The scrape disappeared and she told me that Mingyu had healed her.â
âVery interesting.â The doctor had looked at you then, rolling forward on her chair. âCan I see your knee, please?â
You lifted the hem of your dress, showing your leg. There wasnât so much as a scratch where Mingyu had healed you, and your âimaginary friendâ leaned over the doctor's shoulder to inspect his work.Â
âCan one of these imaginary friends move an object in the room for us?â The doctor had asked next. âPerhaps, a book on the shelf over there?â
âWonwoo can do that,â youâd nodded, gazing over at the boy your age who was leaning by the door, a disinterested look on his face.
With a sigh, heâd approached the bookshelf, reaching for a copy of War and Peace. The book had clattered to the ground.
âI donât like being paraded around like this,â Wonwoo had mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
âVery interesting,â the doctor nodded. âIt appears there might be some power at work here. Iâve never heard of a power like this one- two imaginary friends, one of which has healing abilities. Iâll make a note of it, and we will see how the power progresses with age. Itâs possible as your daughter grows, so will the strength of these friends of hers.â
âDo you meanâŚâ Your mother looked down at you nervously. âIs it possible weâll ever see these friends ourselves? Or do you think theyâll stay invisible forever?â
âItâs anyoneâs guess on that. As I said, Iâve never seen a power like this one. All we can do is wait and see what happens.â
oneÂ
Youâre seated on a musty old couch in the middle of a loud frat party, and a large part of you really doesnât want to be here. Even with your friend Joshua keeping you company, youâre not here for yourself, and that always feels obvious to those around you.
Your gaze keeps shifting to Wonwoo, whoâs having the time of his life. Heâd done a keg stand the moment youâd arrived, and now, heâs in the middle of an arm wrestle with Seungcheol, the frat president, who, like your dark protector, also has a strength power variation.
Dino, a new pledge approaches you, handing a fresh cup of alcohol to Joshua. Like you, Dinoâs eyes are locked on Wonwoo. âTell me again why that dude isnât part of the frat? Iâve never seen anyone go toe to toe with Seungcheol like this.â
âShould I tell him, or do you want to?â Joshua grins, bumping his shoulder against your own.
âYou can tell him,â you sigh. In the past ten years since you found out you had an unusual power, youâve gotten tired of explaining it.
âDino, this is y/n, y/n this is Dino. Dino, y/n has a power where she has two imaginary friends, except, these days, theyâre not so imaginary,â Joshua begins. âWonwoo is one of y/nâs imaginary friends-â
âWonwoo prefers the term companions,â you quip.
âRight, one of her companions,â Joshua corrects himself. âHeâs got super strength like Cheol does. The reason Wonwooâs not in the frat is because he canât go more than a ten-meter radius from y/n, heâs tethered to her.â
âThatâs a weird power,â Dino muses.
âDonât be rude,â Joshua snaps, smacking the pledgeâs arm. âAnyways, y/nâs not a huge fan of frats, so Wonwoo canât join because she wonât be caught dead here more than once, maybe twice, a week.â
âMy new therapist says itâs healthy behavior to let Wonwoo do what he wants to do ever so often,â you explain, watching Wonwoo beat Seungcheol at the arm wrestling and proceed to down two shots in celebration. âIâm not sure how she can think him coming to frats, getting drunk, and getting into pissing contests is healthy, but hey, itâs not my job to counsel power holders.â
âYou said you have two uh⌠companions, whereâs the other?â Dino asks, looking around.
âMingyuâs staying inside tonight, he doesnât agree with this sort of thing,â you sigh.
âStaying in?â Dinoâs brows furrow in confusion. âI thought you said there was a radius thing?â
âStaying in here.â You tap your head.Â
âHeâs⌠inside your head?â Dinoâs face scrunches up in something like disgust. âYou have a dude in your head right now?â
Before you can answer, another frat boy comes running up. Seungkwan looks frazzled, his shirt haphazardly buttoned, eyes wide. âY/N!â he bellows. âQuick, I need Mingyu! Some kid is greening out and puking in the bathroom upstairs!â
In an instant, your light protector appears next to you. Mingyu stands up quickly, face already shadowed with concern. âShow me where.â
âJesus-â Dino jumps from the sudden emergence of the six-foot-two brick wall of a man.Â
âCome on,â Mingyu urges, grabbing your hand to pull you from the couch. You let out an annoyed groan as he drags you through the crowd after Seungkwan, leaving Joshua and Dino in your wake.
You arrive to the second-floor bathroom, and you wait outside while Mingyu goes to investigate. Ever since the frat found out Mingyu has healing powers, they call on him for any sort of drunken mistake, including greening out. One touch from Mingyu can clear nausea, and thatâs just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to his powers.
Youâre at a university dedicated to helping people train their abilities, and yet, you often feel like an outsider. It had been clear that youâd been struggling when you arrived, after all, you yourself donât have any overt powers other than being connected to two men with astounding abilities, and thatâs when youâd been assigned a therapist.
This whole âdo things for Wonwoo and Mingyuâ idea has been a lot to wrap your head around, but youâre trying to make it work-
Wonwoo bounds up the stairs, his eyes alight with anger. âWhat are you two doing up here?â he practically growls.
âMingyuâs helping some kid who greened out,â you explain.
âOf course he is, fucking knight in shining armor. Doesnât he know this is my night? Heâs ruining it with good deeds- pulled me away from beer pong.â
You sigh. âDiscuss this with him.â
âI will,â Wonwoo states, pushing past you to enter the bathroom.
Releasing a deep breath, you sink against the wall, listening to the two men argue. Their words are muffled by the loud music that thrums through the house, and you donât particularly care to know the details of their heated exchange.
Youâre exhausted, and after looking at your phone for the time, you decide enough is enough. Pushing your head into the bathroom, you find Mingyu and Wonwoo holding each other by the front of their shirts, and their argument stops the moment you appear.
âItâs past midnight, I want to leave,â you sigh.
âBut-â Wonwoo begins.
âThatâs a good idea!â Mingyu grins.
âWonwoo, I know this is your night, and Iâm sorry, but I just canât do this right now.â
Wonwoo frowns at your words, then releases Mingyu. âFine, whatever. Letâs just go.â
two
âYou seem agitated,â the therapist notes, watching the way Mingyu is fidgeting on the couch.
âItâs justâŚâ he casts a sideways glance at you and Wonwoo, seated next to him with noise canceler headphones on, âI worry that they can hear me.â
âI can promise you they canât. The noise cancellers are playing loud music. This is your time to talk with me.â
âStillâŚâ Mingyu frowns, âit feels weird.â
âWe can ask Wonwoo to go back inside y/nâs head if youâd like.â
âI donât want that either, Wonwoo prefers to be outside.â
The therapist looks down at her notes. âTell me more about that. What does being âinsideâ feel like.â
âItâs dark,â Mingyu explains. âI canât really explain it. Wonwoo and I donât sleep, so I donât know what sleep is like- but Iâm pretty sure itâs not just dark boredom the way being inside feels.â
âDo you both have a preference for being âoutâ then?â
âI mean⌠itâs a whole lot nicer than being in.â
âHave you ever discussed this with y/n?â The therapist cocks her head, and itâs clear sheâs trying to understand, but Mingyuâs still not used to her.
âNo. She has enough on her plate, especially now with the whole âgive Wonwoo time to do what he wants to doâ thing.â Mingyu looks down at his hands, and he picks at his skin.
âI take it you donât enjoy doing what Wonwoo wants to do.â
âNo, and neither does y/n. My night in control is all about good food, relaxing, and watching Netflix. Wonwooâs night in control is frat parties, keg stands, and getting into fights.â
âSounds like comfort versus destruction.â
âDestructive is a good word to describe Wonwoo,â Mingyu admits.Â
âAside from your feelings on frat parties and keg stands and fights, do you think you each having time to choose whatâs happening has been beneficial?â
Mingyu thinks about it for a moment. âWonwoo has been less of a dick lately.âÂ
âThatâs good news.â The therapist jots down some notes. âIf I may, from the way I understand y/nâs power, you and Wonwoo are both parts of her. Opposing parts, but parts nonetheless. Do you think itâs possible that seeing as youâre both parts of her, thereâs some part of y/n, perhaps even some part of you, that enjoys frat parties?â
Mingyu only shrugs.
âFrom what I understand, you mostly stay in during Wonwooâs controlled times. If you werenât so focused on disagreeing with his morals, or whatever it is you do disagree with, are there things about frat parties that you might like?â
âMaybe.â Mingyu picks at his skin again. âI do like to dance.â
âWhat if I challenge you to be out more at frat parties, to let loose and give it a chance?â
âIâll do it because youâre asking me to, but Iâm not sure how good it will feel.â
âMaybe thatâs something to discuss at our next one-on-one.â
Mingyu can only shrug. Heâs been tied to Wonwoo for over ten years now, and he doubts much could change the destructive, obnoxious way he views your darker half.
three
When youâd been accepted to a superpower-focused university, youâd been enrolled in things that would benefit both Mingyu and Wonwooâs powers. For Wonwoo, you have to go to the gym with him and watch him lift obscene amounts of weight. The gym isnât your favorite place, but at least you can get a workout while he trains. For Mingyu, on the other hand, heâs doing healer training in the hospital, and due to doctor-patient confidentiality, youâre stuck sitting in the hallway outside the exam room where he heals people.Â
Itâs quite boring.Â
The one shining grace is that Wonwoo often sits with you, and the two of you watch anime on your phone together. Although Wonwoo doesnât complain as much as he used to about being bored, you can tell from his slouched stance and heavy sighs that heâs just as tired of this whole thing as you are.
âYou know,â you say, nudging him between episodes, âyou donât have to sit with me.â
âIf you have to be here, I have to be here.â
âYou can go back inside, I wouldnât blame you.â
âIâm entertaining, youâre less bored when Iâm here,â Wonwoo insists. âWaiting for Mingyu is boring. You werenât bored at the frat though, because frats are infinitely more fun than hospitals.â
âIt might be boring,â you admit, âbut⌠either way, itâs nice to see you both thriving. I think this therapy thing has been helpful with seeing all sides of this power.â
âAs long as youâre thriving too,â Wonwoo notes, casting you a sideways glance. âIt will be girls' night soon- you can have a whole night without us.â
âFor real this time?â You narrow your eyes at the man who had âpopped outâ during your last girls' night. While you enjoy Wonwooâs company, both he and Mingyu make it very difficult to have female friends, who always get caught up in a sense of longing for the gorgeous men.Â
âFor real,â Wonwoo sighs.Â
âGood, because if I get propositioned by one of my friends again for them to get a chance to sleep with one of you, I might just poke my eye out with a fork.â
Wonwoo lets out a soft chuckle. âMaybe thatâs something you want to talk about with the therapist in your next session.â
âMaybe it is,â you huff, hating whenever Wonwoo says something thatâs actually valid.
Your eyes turn back to your phone, where the anime has progressed through its recap and intro. As boring as sitting in a hospital for hours is, Wonwoo does make it a little bit easier.
four
Wonwoo appreciates Mingyu staying inside your head for his therapy sessions. Itâs less stress having only you seated next to him, your noise cancellers on, your head leaned back, eyes closed. He thinks you might be sleeping, and heâs happy you can rest while his psyche is getting poked and prodded by the therapist.Â
âHow are your classes going?âÂ
âFine,â Wonwoo murmurs.
âElaborate on the word fine.â
He shrugs. âFine. Not good, not bad. Just⌠fine.â
âWhatâs the not good aspect of that?â
Wonwoo looks up at the therapist. He doesnât want to open up, but youâve encouraged him that this is the place to do it.
With a loud sigh, he leans back against the couch. âI guess⌠last week we had a class about prospective jobs for people with strength powers, and I donât know⌠all the other guys have options. They could join superhero teams, make a difference- and I canât.â
âYou canât?â
âNo, I canât,â Wonwoo repeats. âIâm tied to y/n. Anywhere I go, she has to be within a ten-meter radius. I couldnât run into danger and worry about her getting hurt. Sheâs my priority, not anyone else. No matter how much I want to do more with my power- I canât.â
The therapist cocks her head at him, assessing him with analytic eyes. âIt sounds like youâre saying you feel like perhaps your skills are being⌠repressed, in a way.â
âI guess you could say that.â Wonwoo looks down. âI just⌠itâs not as bad for Mingyu. He could get a job at a hospital and y/n would be safe there. Sheâd be bored out of her fucking mind. But she wouldnât be in danger. Iâm starting to think thatâs the best path forward, as much as I hate to admit it.â
âDo you think y/n would prefer that path?â
âI donât know. Havenât talked about it with her.â
âFor three people so closely tied together, it seems as though thereâs not as much communication about the important things as there could be.â
âWe talk,â Wonwoo insists.
âWhen was the last time you all talked about something important?â
Wonwoo can feel hot anger bubbling up inside of him, but luckily, he has a quick example. âWe talked about how we feel about this whole sharing time thing.â
âAnd?â
âMingyu and I both like it, but⌠as much as y/n says sheâs okay with it, Iâm pretty sure itâs draining her to be bored all the time.â
âEarlier you said being tied to y/n has restrictions, do you think being tied to the two of you has restrictions for y/n too?â
âClearly it does.â Wonwoo rolls his eyes. âSome days, I think sheâd prefer to be powerless and be at a regular university.â
âHas she ever voiced that to you?â
âShe never would, even if she felt it. No matter what it might look like to outsiders, the three of us care about each other. Or⌠well, I care about y/n, and so does Mingyu, and she cares about us.â
âYou and Mingyu still havenât been getting along I take it.â
âNope.â
âAnd yet, Mingyu is inside right now. Heâs giving you space to have a private conversation, which is a grace you donât return when itâs his chance to talk with me one-on-one.â
âI hate being inside her head.â Wonwoo has never told you this, but most nights, when you go to sleep, he waits for you to be fully passed out before coming out again. He sits on the couch, watches anime- Mingyuâs gotten on his case for it a number of times, but Wonwoo hates boredom like he hates sand, hot weather, and the way Mingyu hums to himself when he cooks for you. âI donât like being inside,â Wonwoo states again, more firmly this time.
âIf you had your preference, how often would you be out?â
The answer comes quickly, âA hundred percent of the time.â
âAnd this is not something you can talk about with y/n?â
âIt would make her uncomfortable,â Wonwoo says. âShe never talks about it, but- sheâd never had a proper relationship, she canât with two dudes in her head or hanging around all day. I bet she canât even touch herself without worrying me or Mingyu will pop out- I can imagine it would be very uncomfortable, and if I asked to be out all the time, it would put even more pressure on her. I donât want that.â
âYou care about her a lot.â
Wonwoo doesnât see the need in responding.
The therapist clicks her pen. âDo you often think about these things? About⌠y/nâs sexual restrictions due to you and Mingyu?â
A wave of heated anger flashed over Wonwooâs skin at the question. âIâm not a fucking pervert.â
âI never said you were, Iâm just trying to understand the way this unique power affects that aspect of y/nâs life, of your life. Humans are sexual beings, and repression of desires like that can lead to anyone being pent up and frustrated.â
âIf youâre asking if Iâm a virgin, Iâm not.â
âNo?â
âY/Nâs had sleepovers with other girls since coming to university. More than one of her friends has propositioned me.â
âHow frequent are these⌠encounters?â
âNot at all now. Y/N was getting upset with her friends falling for me, and sometimes I felt it was unfair to the girl. I can never have a relationship. On top of that, I felt bad keeping it a secret from y/n.â Wonwoo lets out a sigh. âItâs better for everyone if I keep it in my pants.â
five
Girls' night is going very well so far. You and two friends have already watched a movie, and now, while checking for your next rom-com, youâre all chatting about classes.
Jenni has ice powers, and sheâs progressed an astounding amount already with how long she can use them. Yeji, on the other hand, can manipulate sound waves, and there have been all sorts of weird ways sheâs adapted that for offensive and defensive situations.
It sucks sometimes to listen to them gush about their powers while you donât really have any of your own. Besides Mingyu and Wonwoo, you feel like youâre just y/n. You yourself have no super strength or healing, no mind reading or telekinesis- youâre⌠just y/n, and in a university surrounded by amazing power wielders, it can be hard to hold your head high.
âAnyways, enough about us,â Jenni says, turning her eyes to you, âHow are Wonwoo and Mingyu doing? I heard Mingyuâs one of the top healing power students this year.â
âYeah, theyâre doing good,â you shrug. âWeâve been spending more time at the hospital, Mingyu seems happy to be helping people.â
âHeâs definitely the good one,â Yeji nods, flashing a grin at Jenni. âAre they gonna pop by tonight? Theyâre both uh⌠really hot.â
âI donât think so⌠this is girls' night.â
You donât miss the way Yeji frowns or the way she exchanges a glance with Jenni.Â
âAnyways,â you turn to the TV, âshould we start our movie?â
The girls nod and you begin to watch your next rom-com. You try to enjoy having just girl time, but soon, you start to get hungry.Â
âHow do you feel about ramen?â you ask.
âOooh yum!â Yejiâs eyes brighten at the idea, and you immediately stand to go to the kitchen.
You havenât even reached for a pot to boil water when you feel a presence beside you, and you turn to look up at Mingyu.
âYou guys need a cook?â he grins.Â
You let out a sigh, turning to see if Yeji and Jenni have noticed Mingyu, but theyâre leaning together discussing classes.
âGyu,â you whisper, âYou shouldnât be here.â
âBut I thought maybe youâd wanna relax and I could cook?â
âWait-â you narrow your eyes at him, âthis is the second time in two weeks youâve popped up at the exact time something was convenient for you. First with someone getting sick at the frat, and now with cooking-â
Mingyu looks guilty, and you cross your arms over your chest, waiting for him to explain himself. âLook⌠my uh⌠my power has been getting a little better and I kind of have a general sense for your thoughts when Iâm in your head now.â
âWhat!?â You canât help the way your voice raises, and you see Jenni and Yeji whip to look at you from over the couch. âSince when!?â
âJust for a bit-â Mingyu raises his hands in defense. âLook, I especially didnât hear anything about Yeji calling me hot like two seconds ago.â
Now youâre mortified, and one look at your friendâs pink face shows you she is too-
Before you can say another word, Wonwoo appears, and he gives you a once over, then Mingyu. âI uh⌠sensed a disturbance in the force.â
Heâs such a nerd, and in an odd way, he actually calms you down a little. âYou know what? Fuck it. Mingyu, you can cook for us, but when youâre done, youâre both going to my room and wearing headphones and not eavesdropping on my girls' night!â
âOkay, you got it.â Mingyu turns to begin making the ramen, and before you can go to join your friends, Wonwoo grabs your arms.
âUh, sorry about this,â he apologizes, and youâre shocked heâs apologizing for Mingyuâs behavior. âNeither of us really like being âinside,â I think⌠he was just looking for an excuse not to be cooped up.â
âIâm very sorry,â Mingyu says over his shoulder.
âLook- we can talk about all of this later,â you sigh, trying to process what Wonwoo just said. âPlease just- this is my night, yeah?â
âYeah.â Wonwoo nods. âWeâll try not to be a bother.â
six
At this point, youâre pretty sure neither Wonwoo or Mingyu can hear you talking to the therapist, after all, whenever you have the headphones on, everything else is muted by music. Even so, if they were to hear you, part of you wouldnât care.
âIt was girlsâ night,â you state. âGirlsâ night. My night. And even though I asked them to stay inside and not interrupt, they still popped out! And it turns out, their powers have been getting better, so now, even when theyâre inside, they can sense my thoughts?! I have no privacy! Itâs a disaster!â
âDeep breaths,â the therapist encourages you. âI can see why that would be frustrating.â
âVery frustrating!â You let out a deep sigh, and youâre shocked when it helps calm you down. âThe thing that really bugs me though- is Wonwoo said they donât like being inside.â
âWhat about that bugs you?â
âBecause now I feel bad- now I feel like Iâm being a bad friend whenever I ask them to go back inside- but, a girl needs alone time. She needs girl time- without two hot guys walking around and making her friends drool and go all googly-eyed!â
âWhat about your friends ogling Mingyu and Wonwoo frustrates you?â
âI guess- itâs more than the fact that theyâre both hot,â you admit. âI think- sometimes I think I feel lesser to begin with because I donât have any overt powers. I feel powerless in a university of power holders. Itâs hard to make friends if you canât do anything flashy- I never know if girls are friends with me for me, or for them.â
âLet's touch on that feeling of being lesser for a moment, then we can circle back to everything else,â your therapist suggests. âYou said you feel powerless, although, the way I see it, you have two top-tier protectors. Mingyu is the highest-ranked in his healing classes, and his professors say heâs extremely gifted. And Wonwoo is strong, heâll protect you no matter what.â
âBut those are their powers, not mine.â
âThey only exist because of you. Have you ever thought about your future after this? After school?â
âNot extensively,â you admit.
âHow would you feel about being outside an operating room, about Mingyu being the main breadwinner and using his powers to take care of you?â
This isnât something youâve ever considered, and the notion takes you by surprise.Â
âMany people use their powers to make a living, Mingyu is no different, and since heâs an extension of you, allowing him to use his power to take care of things would be moral, it would be natural even, donât you think?â
âAre you suggesting I be a pretty little stay-at-home powerless tether to a healer?â you ask.
âItâs one possible outcome if thatâs something youâd be interested in.â The therapist cocks her head at you. âYou enrolled in this university, obviously you care about Wonwoo and Mingyu furthering their powers- I would find it difficult to see you go through all of this only to get a regular job that doesnât utilize them.â
âI really have not thought that far ahead.â
âThink that far ahead for a moment. Tell me your ideal situation.â
You sit there, thinking. The Mingyu outcome sheâd just painted was interesting, so you dare to consider a Wonwoo option. Could you go with him on hero missions? No. He wouldnât let you. The Wonwoo path wouldnât be good for anyone. Wonwoo gets distracted enough about your safety when you try new weight machines.
âMaybe⌠maybe going forward with Mingyuâs healing career would be good.âÂ
âHealers with the aptitude he has go far in this life,â your therapist notes. âYou wouldnât have to worry about money, or getting hurt.â
âBut what aboutâŚâ You bite your tongue. When Mingyu and Wonwoo had first become visible to others when you were fourteen, it felt like a dream, but when youâd been sixteen and unable to spend time with boys for fear of one appearing- youâd started to realize the downside to having two constant protectors. You try not to think about having a relationship too often, but now that youâre being asked to consider your future, you know youâd be happier to have someone in your life five years from now- even a week from now if that was possible.
âWhat are you thinking?â the therapist asks.
âJust that⌠as years go by, I feel like my hopes for getting a boyfriend diminish more and more. If weâre talking about my future, the one thing I know for sure is that I want someone to share it with.â
âYou have someone. Two someones, in fact.â
Your heart skips a beat in your chest. âAre you suggestingâŚâ
The therapist shrugs, sending you a girlie smile, one Yeji has sent your way multiple times before. âAre you interested in either of them that way?â
âI mean⌠sure⌠look at them.â You cast a sideways glance at Wonwoo, then Mingyu. âBut⌠would it be weird to do that? Theyâre part of me, arenât they?â
âSelf-love and acceptance is the most important part of life, or so many Yogiâs say.â
âYeah, but⌠I donât know, Iâve always thought maybe that would be crossing a line.â
âWhat line?â
âAn invisible one?â you suggest, not quite having the words to explain it yourself.Â
âListen, I understand why this might be daunting. It would change the dynamic, as Iâm sure you know, but, if you are looking to be romantic with someone, or two someones, I know that it would be hard to find a man who would care about you and want to take care of you the way Mingyu and Wonwoo do.â
âIs it okay for you to be suggesting this?â you ask.
âMy job is to further your development, to straighten out any roughness in this dynamic. Iâve not shared this with you yet, but my power is to see auras. Whenever you talk about Mingyu or Wonwoo, your aura lightens, itâs a sign of love. Theirs lighten when theyâre talking about you too. Wonwooâs in particular is quite dark, but whenever you come up, heâs shockingly thoughtful and candid. Mingyuâs easy to read, as Iâm sure you know. They both care about you, and you care about them.â
âI guess- if they feel that way, why havenât they ever said anything?â
âYouâre the boss, y/n, I think sometimes maybe you forget that.â
seven
If thereâs one thing all three of you can agree on, itâs anime. Nights spent watching shows together are always very civil, and you enjoy the peace of this, even as you begin to get a little sleepy.
When you yawn for the third time, Mingyu turns to you. âDo you want to go to bed?â
âNah, not bed, I think I just need a nap,â you explain. âBut donât worry, you donât have to go back inside, I can just⌠curl up here and rest for a bit.â
You and Mingyu are on the main couch, with Wonwoo on the solo seater just next to you. You lay down, but Mingyuâs so big and takes up half of the space, so your feet end up haphazardly on top of his lap, and itâs not the most comfortable position.
âDo you want me to be the big spoon?â Mingyu suggests.
âThat would be nice,â you admit.
You donât often get that close to Mingyu and Wonwoo, but on rare occasions, when youâre feeling an extra need for protective energy, youâve found yourself as a little spoon.
Carefully getting behind you, Mingyu opens up the space so you can stretch your legs. A soft sigh escapes you as you curl up to the pillow, with Mingyuâs warmth heating your back.Â
You close your eyes, and while you are able to rest, you arenât able to fall asleep.
Your mind is too full of thoughts about your last therapy session. Now that a professional has given you the go-ahead to explore things sexually with your two protectors, itâs frequently at the forefront of your mind. Having Mingyuâs strong body behind you isnât helping any of these dirty thoughts, and you do your best to readjust slightly, trying to get into the most comfortable position in the hopes that youâll pass out.
âYou good?â Wonwoo asks.Â
âYou seem fidgety,â Mingyu notes.Â
âJust thinking,â you sigh.Â
Wonwoo casts you a glance. âAbout?âÂ
âJustâŚâ Should you tell them? âI guess I had a kind of weird chat in therapy yesterday.â
âOur therapist is definitely a little unconventional,â Wonwoo agrees, and from the look on his face, you can tell heâs had an interesting chat or too as well.
âDo you want to tell us what happened?â Mingyu asks softly, his hand soothing against your arm.
âWe were talking about the future,â you explain. âShe asked what I wanted with my life. I hadnât thought about it much before, but⌠I did tell her that one thing Iâve always wanted is a relationship. I donât see myself getting old and being alone, you know?â
âYouâll never be alone,â Mingyu assures you, wrapping his arm tight around you to pull you close to his chest. âWeâll always be here with you.â
âAnd thatâs the thing,â you let out a small laugh. âIâm out here wishing for a life partner, when I already have two.â
The room goes quiet, neither of your protectors say anything. You hear Mingyu take in a sharp breath, and Wonwoo looks at the man over your shoulder. Thereâs an unspoken communication between the two of them, and then Wonwooâs eyes meet yours.
âWhat are you saying, y/n?â he asks.
âI guess⌠what Iâm saying isâŚâ You take a deep breath, mustering up your courage. âWhat if⌠what if we gave it a try?â
âGave it a try?â Mingyu repeats.
âYou know, it.â You look at him over your shoulder, willing him to understand.
âI think you need to spell it out for him,â Wonwoo chuckles. âHeâs such a goody toe shoes he doesnât get that youâre propositioning us for sex.â
âSheâs what?â Mingyuâs lips part in confusion, and he looks between you and Wonwoo.
âI mean, unless you donât want to-â Youâre quick to try to back out of this, feeling anxious that youâd ever even brought it up.
âWe want to,â Wonwoo assures you. âMingyuâs been in love with you since we were sixteen.â
âHave you really?â you ask, blinking up at your bright protector.Â
âI uh⌠wellâŚâ Mingyu stammers, his skin turning a cute shade of pink.
âAnd what about you, Wonwoo?â you turn, looking at the stoic man. âAre you in love with me too?â
âIâm the bad one, remember?â Wonwoo smirks. âAs if Iâd get sappy like he does.â
âI feel like thatâs a yes,â you grin, heart thundering in your chest at this new development. âHow come neither of you ever said anything.â
âWeâre not big fans of putting pressure on you,â Mingyu says softly.
âIt would also change things,â Wonwoo notes.
âYeah, but, part of me thinks it would change things for the better,â you admit.
âSoâŚâ Wonwoo pauses your show, turning to face you and Mingyu. âAre we going to do this?â
You swallow the lump in your throat, giving a quick nod.
âYeah?â Behind you, Mingyu presses closer, his hand caressing your arm again, his breath hot along your throat. âAre you sure?â
âIâm sure.â
âI think he wants to hear you say it,â Wonwoo grins. âWe both do.â
âI wantâŚâ your words falter, but youâre quick to steady yourself even as Mingyu rubs his clothed cock against your ass. âI want you both to fuck me.â
Mingyu presses his lips to your neck, itâs a soft kiss, but it sets your body on fire. You let out a sigh of delight, tilting your head to give him more access. Tingles of pleasure erupt across you as he continues to press his gentle lips to your skin, his hand slipping down to cup your hip.
He squeezes you, almost enough to hurt, and itâs a rough motion from your generally gentle giant- it betrays how he feels, how deeply he wants you, and it makes you moan in excitement.
âWe should move into the bedroom,â Wonwoo directs, standing from the single sofa. âCome on,â he reaches down for you, easily lifting you from Mingyu, who lets out an annoyed whine.
Sometimes you forget Wonwoo has the power of strength, and he carries you like you weigh nothing. His gaze is forward, his intentions set on getting to your bed, and itâs so incredibly sexy you think you might die.
âHow do you want to do this?â Wonwoo asks softly.
âHmm?â Youâre a little shocked at the question, and it takes you a moment to even register it. âOh, uh⌠no anal?â
Wonwoo laughs, looking down at you with those pretty eyes of his. âYeah, that feels a little advanced for you.â
âFuck you, I can be advanced!â
âSure you can, just not tonight.â Wonwoo places you on the bed, and Mingyu, who had been following the two of you, is quick to big spoon you again, his lips returning to your throat.
Your eyes are on Wonwoo, and after a moment of watching you, he gets onto the bed too, facing you.
âYou sure youâre ready for this?â he asks, cupping your cheek.
âUh huh.â
Wonwoo only laughs, shaking his head slightly before he brings his mouth to your own. Itâs a soft kiss, and it takes you off guard. Behind you, Mingyu is getting more and more restless, all hands and tongue- but Wonwoo, in contrast, feels as cool, calm and collected as a cucumber.
At this point, Mingyu is practically dry-humping your butt, grinding his front against you and moaning. His sounds are awfully distracting, and you break your kiss with Wonwoo to look over your shoulder at the man who immediately grabs you to bring your lips to his.
Wonwoo lets out a chuckle again. âIâve got good news and bad news. The bad news is, Mingyuâs a virgin. The good news is, that means heâll be easy to teach.â
âIâll be good,â Mingyu murmurs against your lips.
âWait.â You turn to look at Wonwoo again. âHeâs a virgin⌠youâre not?â
âIâm the bad one, you keep forgetting that,â Wonwoo laughs. âItâs not like youâre an angel either.â
Thatâs true, so you choose not to dwell on it. Instead, you grab Mingyuâs hand on your hip, guiding it down to your abdomen, then bellow the waistband of your sweatpants.Â
âDo you want to direct him, or should I?â you challenge Wonwoo, who cocks a brow at your change in tone.
âTouch her pussy, Gyu. Tell me how wet she is.â
Mingyu moans in your ear as his hand explores further down, his fingers brushing over your clit then between your pussy lips. âFuck, sheâs so wet, and so warm-â
âTease her a little. Her clit is at the top, itâs this small, pearl-shaped bud. Girls love it when you play with that. Sheâll be dripping by the time youâre done.â
God, hearing Wonwoo talk like this is taking your breath away, and you squirm as Mingyu does as heâs told, his touch lingering on your clit.
âI found it,â Mingyu groans, pressing his cock against your ass again. âDoes this feel good, baby?â
âFeels so good, Gyu,â you whine, your hands reaching out to grab Wonwooâs broad shoulders like an anchor.Â
Wonwoo watches your every expression. âOnce sheâs wet enough, you can try to slide one of your fingers into that tight pussy of hers. Itâs important to stretch her out since I know youâre packing.â
A shiver runs through you now. Mingyuâs big- you know it in your bones, you feel it against your ass-Â
âCan I?â Mingyu asks, sucking on your ear lobe. âCan I put my finger in your tight, wet pussy?â
You nod. âPlease-â
He teases your opening, and you wait with bated breath for him to finally push in. When he does, you both moan loudly.
âFuck her like that for a bit, then see if she can handle another finger,â Wonwoo instructs next. âWhile youâre doing that⌠how do you feel about stroking me off, gorgeous?â
You swallow thickly, nodding. Then you reach down for Wonwooâs pants, helping him shift them down to his thighs. His cock slaps up against his abdomen, hard as a rock and glistening with precum. Heâs big, on the longer side more than thick, but you donât mind. You grasp him, rubbing your thumb through the precum to spread it across his skin.
âDo you need direction too?â Wonwoo grins at you.
âDonât even try it,â you warn him.
âI was just teasing, you donât seem to mind Mingyuâs teasing.â
âThatâs cuz heâs-â Your words are choked off as Mingyu thrusts his finger in your pussy. âHeâs doing a different kind of teasing.â
âCan I add another?â Mingyu groans in your ear, seemingly oblivious to the bickering between you and Wonwoo.Â
âYeah,â you nod, stroking Wonwoo faster while you wiggle your hips as an open invitation to Mingyu.Â
Two fingers drag through your pussy lips, and when Mingyu pushes them into you, you swear you see stars. You throw your head back, eyes closing in ecstasy-
âIf you crook your fingers, there should be a soft, spongy spot. Thatâs called the G-spot, girls like it when you apply pressure there,â Wonwoo tells Mingyu.
You feel Mingyuâs fingers beginning to explore inside of you, and you let out a whimper when he finds the spot Wonwoo is talking about.
âLooks like you found it, Gyu,â Wonwoo grins. âSee? What did I tell you? A quick learner.â
Mingyu applies more pressure to your G-spot as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. Soon, you can hear how wet you are, and Wonwooâs eyes darken.
âI think youâre just about ready for him, donât you?â he asks.
âYeah- fuck it, yeah,â you nod quickly. âLet's all get naked.â
Mingyuâs hand is out of your pants before you can even finish your sentence. He licks his fingers off, groaning at your taste, before he rips off his pants and shirt.
Your clothes are quick to follow, discarded onto the floor. âIâm gonna ride him,â you announce.
âSounds like a good idea,â Wonwoo nods.Â
You swing a leg over Mingyuâs hips, your hands flat on his chest- when you look down at Mingyu, youâre overwhelmed with a feeling you quite canât explain. Bending down, you press your lips to Mingyuâs, capturing his cock between his body and your pussy. You grind against him while you make out, a flurry of tongues and whimpers of pleasure.Â
âHe might not last long, so Iâd be careful if I were you,â Wonwoo warns, and you feel his body behind yours, his hands trailing up your sides.
You pull away from Mingyu, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your pussy. Heâs so big- and his tip stretches you out as you slowly seat yourself down onto him, your wet hole taking inch after inch until youâre full to the hilt.Â
âFuck-â Mingyu whimpers, his hands settling on your hips.
âFeels like heaven, huh?â Wonwoo asks.
âEven better than heaven,â Mingyu breathes.
Wonwooâs lips find your throat, and you arch your head back, enjoying the way his hands capture your breasts, massaging you. His thumb and pointer squeeze your nipple and you gasp, your pussy clamping down on Mingyu, who groans loudly.
âYou should start riding him,â Wonwoo says, his mouth hot on your neck. âHere, Iâll help you.â
Wonwooâs hands find your hips, and he lifts you off of his fried before pushing you back down. You let out a whimper of pleasure, closing your eyes and resting your head back against Wonwooâs shoulder.Â
With his super strength, he can easily lift you up and put you back down on Mingyuâs cock, effectively taking away all the leg strain so you can enjoy every moment of Mingyu filling you up.
âI might be bad, but I can be nice,â Wonwoo coos. âLook at me doing all the work.â
Mingyu lets out a grunt, and he begins to thrust up to meet you, driving his cock even deeper into your pussy.
âFuck-â you gasp, reaching behind you to thread your fingers in Wonwooâs hair.
âHe feels good, doesnât he?â Wonwoo asks. âHey Gyu, rub her clit. Wonder if we can get her to cum for us.â
Mingyuâs thumb finds your sensitive bud and you squeal with delight, pussy throbbing around the massive cock impaling you.Â
Each circle of his digit on your clit drags you closer and closer to the edge, your sounds filling the room-
âSheâs gonna cum,â Wonwoo announces. âTell her how badly you want to watch her cum.â
âWanna watch you cum,â Mingyu moans.
âThatâs not very original,â Wonwoo tuts.
âFuck, you look so good bouncing on my cock. We both wanna see you cum. Youâll cum for us, right?â Mingyu looks so desperate. Lips puffy and parted, skin a soft pink, dark hair curled with sweat by his strong brow-
âOkay, okay- fuck,â you groan. âIâm gonna- fuck, Iâm close-â
âWhen a girl tells you sheâs close, donât change anything,â Wonwoo tells the man below you. âDonât add pressure or take pressure away from her clit. Donât change your pace- the only thing Iâd say you can change, is you can fuck her harder, but since youâre the bottom right now...â
Wonwooâs grip on you tightens, and he bounces you even harder onto Mingyuâs cock, which makes you nearly cry from how good it feels. âOh my god, oh my god-â
âHow about you cum for us?â Wonwoo suggests. âIâm sure youâll get Mingyu there too.âÂ
âAre you gonna cum with me, Gyu?â you ask, looking down at Mingyu from under heavy lids. âPlease- I want you to cum with me?â
Mingyu lets out a grunt, his brows furrowing in concentration. Youâd bet heâs holding off his high now, waiting for you, waiting for the moment you say itâs okay-
The cord in your stomach coils tighter and tighter, and when Wonwoo leans over you to whisper the word, âCum,â in your ear, you canât even help yourself.
Your pussy tightens like a vice on Mingyuâs cock, all the tension snapping as waves of pleasure throb from your core outward to the rest of your body. The moan you let out is obscene, and the one Mingyu echoes is even worse, in the most sinful, sexy way.
âFuck-â Mingyu grabs your hips, forcing you down on him completely, unable to move while the contractions of your orgasm milk his cock for all heâs worth.
âLook at you two cum whores,â Wonwoo breathes, and for some reason, the degradation doesnât phase you in the slightest. âBet you both needed that, didnât you?â
You can only whimper a sound of affirmation.Â
Wonwooâs hands smooth along your back, helping your body calm down from the aftershocks of your orgasm.
âLet me know when youâre ready for more,â he says softly.
âNow,â you respond without hesitation. âFuck me now.â
âYouâre that eager?â
âEager- plus the moment weâre done, I think I might pass out,â you admit.Â
Wonwoo only laughs. âIâm going to help you off of him, then itâs face down, ass up. You good with that?â
âSo good with that,â you grin.Â
Itâs easy enough for Wonwoo to help you off of Mingyu. He sets you next to your gentle giant, whoâs still trying to catch his breath.Â
You immediately push your butt toward Wonwoo, arching your back and looking at him over your shoulder.
âWow, you really are ready,â he muses, hands gliding over your ass. âDonât fall asleep on me or it might bruise my ego.â
âSleep after you cum, so donât worry if itâs quick.â
âWhat if I want to take my time?â Wonwoo asks, dragging his cock up and down your slit.
âThen Iâd say you have so many other opportunities in the future to take your time, but right now, I just want to be full, and then I can pass out between you and Gyu.â
âYou know what? That doesnât actually sound that bad.â Wonwoo presses his cock into your wet hole, Mingyuâs cum acting as a kind of lube that makes it all too easy for Wonwooâs length to glide against your walls.
âFuck-â you groan, grabbing at the bed sheets.Â
Wonwoo isnât as thick as Mingyu, but somehow he reaches deeper. Two hands spread your ass cheeks so each rough thrust has Wonwooâs cock going as deep as possible, his tip kissing your cervix and making your toes curl.
âTaking it so good,â Wonwoo muses, digging his fingers into your flesh.
âSo pretty,â Mingyu whispers, pushing a stray strand of hair from your face.
He leans in, and you find yourself kissing Mingyu while Wonwoo rails you from behind. You can hardly help your moans as Mingyuâs tongue glides over yours.
âItâs kind of hot watching you two make out,â Wonwoo admits, his thrusts slowing so he can appreciate the view in front of him.
âYeah?â You kiss Mingyu even harder and he shuffles closer, groping your breast.
âRub her clit for me Gyu,â Wonwoo instructs. âIf she wants this fast, weâll have to get her to cum first.â
Your body tingles- you should have known Wonwoo would want one of your orgasms for himself if you gave one to Gyu. You have no problems with them providing you pleasure and you providing them with a view of your high in return.
You simply relax while they work you up together, acting in unison.Â
Mingyuâs fingers are rubbing your clit in rough circles, and the feeling of Wonwoo filling you up has you going crazy. Youâre doing your best to hold onto the moment, but you can feel yourself getting close to the edge again.
âYouâre getting tight, gorgeous,â Wonwoo muses. âGonna cum for us?â
âYeah- almost there,â you whimper, arching your back even more so when Wonwoo drives forward, he hits a specific spot that has you seeing stars. âFuck-â
âYou feel so good, want to feel you cum on my cock, wanna feel your perfect pussy get all tight and creamy with my cum-â Wonwoo grabs your ass tighter, and the slight pain paired with his dirty words is enough to throw you over the edge.
Your entire body tenses as the cord of pleasure snaps, erupting through you like a volcano of white, hot intensity. âFuck-â you whine, and Wonwoo echoes the sound as your pussy grips him harder than ever before.
âShit, Iâm cumming,â Wonwoo warns you, his thrusts faltering as he shoots his load deep inside your throbbing core.Â
He lets out sinful groans, and you love the way he sounds as he rides you through your orgasm, roughly ramming into your gspot with shallow thrusts that feel like heaven.
Wonwoo finally comes to a stop, and you can feel him breathing heavily against your bare shoulders.Â
âClean up time, then bed,â Mingyu reminds you before you can close your eyes and fall asleep then and there.
âRight-â you whisper lazily, resting your cheek against the comforter.
âHere, Iâll help you, but only if I get to be your big spoon,â Mingyu suggests.
You nod. Wonwoo pulls out of you, and Mingyu is quick to bring a warm cloth to your aching core, wiping up the cum and getting you situated. He helps you lay down, disposing of the towel before joining you at your rear. His lips are soft against your shoulder, his hand gliding the expanse of your arm.
âWe love you,â he tells you. âEven if Wonwoo wonât say it cuz heâs a jerk.â
Wonwoo only laughs, laying on his back in front of you and Mingyu. Youâre too exhausted to say much other than, âI love you guys too,â and with that, you fall asleep next to your two lifelong protectors.
You donât know what the future holds, but one thing is clear; as long as Mingyu and Wonwoo are protecting you, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.
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âSo,â your therapist grins as she looks amongst you and your protectors, âIâm guessing things are going well?â
You can only smile, squeezing Wonwoo and Mingyuâs hands.
âItâs never been this easy,â Mingyu says wistfully, bringing your knuckles up to his lips to kiss.
âHow are you two getting along?â your therapist addresses Wonwoo and Mingyu.
âShockingly,â Wonwoo sighs, turning to grin at Mingyu, âI feel like weâre pretty good. Once Mingyu started listening to me, for once, things got easier.â
You nearly choke at Wonwooâs words- reminiscing about how well Mingyu listens to Wonwooâs instructions in bed.
âThis is a good step,â your therapist smiles. âIâm proud of all three of you.â
No oneâs ever told you they were proud of you for getting railed like a whore in heat by not one, but two, men- but hey, thereâs a first time for everything.
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