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flwerr-ss · 11 months ago

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hey i love ur writing its perfect! 😵‍💫 if you dont mind, can i request an orgasm denial fic adam x f!reader? and its just him being an asshole during it?

i hope ur day has been treating you well so far xx

[ahh my first request! sorry it took so long, i’ve been busy with school and social events :(( anywys hope you like this short drabble!]

“Dumb Slut”

Mean!Adam [hazbin hotel]

cw! rough sex, explicit smut, degration, slapping, fem!reader, angel!reader

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you let out a wanton gasp, warm wet tears blurring your vision. you tried to desperately remove yourself from his tight grip.

you whine you wanted to just crawl away from him, your hands gripping anything that could pull yourself away, but any attempt to escape was accompanied by a harsh tug at the base of your sensitive wings, or a stinging feeling on your ass from his hand, that slapped the fat as if he had owned it

“n-no aghh, please Adam i- ” Drool leaked from the corner of your lips, you still don’t even know how you ended up in this position, bent over on your hands and knees, his long fingers digging into the deepest parts of your cunt

“aw is the poor baby too dumb to even speak,” he said in a baby tone as if talking to you like a baby. he gave a grin before slapping your ass, leaving it more red than it was already

you let a pain-filled whine, you were starting to lose your sense of time the longer he drew it out. he pumped his fingers deeper, before laying his palm flat against your clit sending electronic shocks of pleasure

adam just cockily grinned at your fucked out mess of a face, he grabbed you by your waist, bringing you up until you were sitting on his lap, your back laying flat against his chest, he continued his torture on your now sore cunt.

“s-stop, i can’t..” you felt your walls start to clamp down your release just about to tip over but before you could even get there, you felt a hard slap on your clit eliciting a painful response

“what? you thought i was just gonna allow you to cum? before me, as if” he said into your ear, you glared at him, getting annoyed at this whole interaction.

“aw don’t glare at me, you know damn well that as soon as my dick is that cute little cunt, you gonna be begging for more” he said with a laugh, pinching your clit between his fingers, your back arched at the sudden simulate

“agh- “ you let out a groan of pain, the pain simulating a pressure of pleasure that made your cunt drool, and the tight knot in your stomach wanting to explode, your legs trying to close the strain of your thighs causing a sensation of pain.

“ah ah, you think you cum? when my poor dick is all dry, fuck no” he said before unclamping the grip of your clit before slapping your cunt, you let a whine, tears bubbling in your eyes

“stop being such a pussy,” he groaned in your ear with annoyance, rolling his eyes, the next thing you know your thrown onto your back, the sudden impact knocking the air out of your lungs.

he grinned, you looked up at him though your lashes, a glossy coating on your eyes, from the tears that had threatened to spill out of your waterline

“now let get to main course,” he said with a grin, grabbing his dick, rubbing his tip along your slit. his precum adding more lubricant, along with your already soaked arousal from the relentless, torture he had put you through for the past hour.

“i’ve waited enough,” he said before pushing past the entrance of your cunt, a slight resistance of his cock pushing in. you felt the painful sting, he was always to much to take no matter how many time your tried to get use to it.

you heard a low rumble of a groan coming from his chest. he throw his head back as he pushed his tip all the way in, and before you could even react, he shoved it all the way in, a high pitched moan left your bruised lips,

“ffff-fuck” he whined, before pulling out jusy slightly to slam right back in, your walls clamping down, your hands desperately tried to hold onto something, to ground yourself

“s-shit, don’t you dare fucking cum, i swear” he said angrily before pulling out and slamming back in, trying to keep a pace. the constant hitting of his thighs against your ass, causing a sting of pain. the sound of skin slapping against each other bouncing around the walls

“fuck, your pussy feeells so good, could live in here” he said, your clamped down tighter.

“of course- a slut like you likes the compliments” he said cockily, you could probably process his words, you were going dumb on his cock

“hah- no cumming untill i do, you got dumb slut?” he said, and when he saw you not responding he griped your face, you cheeks squished together forcing you to look at him

“you got that?” he said , this time you nodded your head

[sorry it’s so short, i was kinda rushing, and this haven’t been edited :(( ]

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam smut #adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel #flwerr ss drabbles #request #flwerr ss request

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merv606 · 11 months ago

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Daniel being all confused and flustered in Mercy whenever Terry goes to town on his cute little chest. He has no idea why Terry likes to do this; he was the one who did this to Amanda (a dangerous thought) when they were together, but then again, she had breasts, and he… “But…I’m not a woman,” Daniel manages one day, while Terry happily sucks away at his nipples. It feels amazing, and Daniel can hardly stop whimpering and arching at Terry mouthing him like this, and yet…”why do you…you know.” Daniel asks as Terry pulls back.

“Why do I what, sweetheart?”

Daniel blushes and squirms under the intense blue gaze. It’s just like Terry to make him say it. “You know…play with my chest. I’m not a woman, I don’t have um, breasts.”

Terry smiles.

“I am well aware you aren’t a woman, sweetheart, well aware,” he stresses, dropping a hand down to Daniel’s cock, hard in his pants. “Doesn’t mean it can’t feel good though, does it?”

Terry holds Daniel’s head in his hands, so that the younger man is looking at him. “And it feels good, doesn’t it?”

A moot point, Daniel is pushing his chest into Terry’s mouth, arching his back like a cat in heat, and grinding down into Terry’s lap, like he’s now sure which feels better.

Body worship - especially those cute little 🍒 🍒

Terry convincing Daniel of how desirable he is especially his softer chest.

So NSFW

Apologies, I don’t usually write a lot of 🍒🍒 worship so I’m hoping it doesn’t come off as awkward.

They’re sensitive, his nipples, they always were, but they were never really played with, not like this, not this, quite frankly, graphically or this long - and certainly not with someone’s mouth. However, since he and Terry started being intimate well, the older man’s mouth has barely left them; it’s the first thing he goes for, so Daniel swears now they’re like a live-wire to his dick. He swears also that they’re constantly hard - stiff peaks viable under his shirts, sucked red and raw by Terry, the barest touch of fabric against them has them hardening; has him hardening. They’re just so much more sensitive now because of Terry.

And okay, maybe Terry makes sure he has the best satins and silks - the way they rub and show off the hardened nubs - and the softest of any other material he dresses Daniel in.

When Terry is fucking him from behind, both men standing, with Daniel slightly bend over, bracing himself against something, he loves to cup those cute little mounds with large hands, rubbing them between the seams of his fingers, feel how it makes Daniel’s ass tighten around him, the little moans he tries to bite off. Loves to fondle and feel the slight jiggle of his soft chest as thrusts inside.

At first Daniel was self conscious - not of how sensitive they were or how good it felt with the older man lavished such love and attention on them (okay he was but there was nothing he could hide from Terry) but it more so about the fact that there was more soft flesh around his nipples than there used to be.

And them compared to Terry who had none. Compares to Terry who, well, Terry was so damn fit; impossibly broad and strong.

All the things Daniel was, decidedly not.

So the first time Terry had sort of pushed them together, making two small, soft mounds, groaning out about how perfect they were - made to fit in his hands - “the perfect little handful, sweetheart” - well Daniel never heard the compliment it was intended to be - didn’t see how they make Terry’s mouth water (because they’re also the perfect mouthful too).

And although he certainty felt at that moment, how hard it made the older man come inside him (and he felt it all through out the next day too) he never chalked it up to Terry just loving how perfect he thought his boy was - everything about him in fact - but god his chest was something else - one of Terry’s favourite parts.

So when Daniel starts to work out more with Terry, focusing on his chest, Terry puts two and two together (really there is nothing Daniel can hide from him). He works out the why of it all.

All that lovely softness, Terry can’t stand the thought of losing that.

And he won’t.

So, it’s up to Terry to make his boy see - like he has for everything else. Up to Terry to show him how hard Daniel makes him, every part of him, but especially his gorgeous suckable, bite able, lickable nipples.

Really, as much as he loves his boy, he can be so dense about somethings, as clever as he is for others.

Terry fucks him at every available opportunity. Daniel standing still too long is an invitation to bend him over in Terry’s book.

And his hands, if not on those hips that haunt his dreams, are on his chest.

Even when not fucking, or making love, he’s always grabbing for a feel. His hands itching for it. When they’re on the couch, pressed against the wall, or anywhere else making out, a hand will always find its way quickly up his shirt, to tease at his sweet peaks.

“I could come for this, just from my cock in your ass, hands on your hips and my mouth on those pretty little tits, honey.”

He loves his boy bouncing in his lap for the same reason. To watch them bounce and move with him and because it’s easy access - the perfect position for him to suck and nip at them as Daniel rides them both to orgasm.

Ice cubes, and other things, Terry tying him down with a plug in his ass nestled snug to his prostate, as he makes him come from that and having his 🍒 played with.

But the best, and although by this point his boy is finally starting to see and understand, the thing that truly convinces Daniel is Terry fucking between them. The slow, heavy the drag of his cock between them - the shiny line of precum, how he has Daniel push them together to fuck between them proper - coming between them embarrassingly quick when he does - which surprises Daniel - Terry can last - but it just helps to prove how crazy it makes the older man.

Terry takes himself in hand, making sure every last drop is out of his cock until Daniel’s chest, the soft skin a lovely canvas for Terry to paint, smearing his cum into the skin. His boy looks best absolutely covered (that is when it’s not dripping out of him). When Terry finally stops coming, the older man looks wrecked, smearing his cum into the skin.

That is, it’s the best until Daniel starts touching them himself while Terry is fucking him. It may be a bit awkward and shy the first time, like a lot of things were. Unsure of how to be with anyone else, his boy was, what with being married for so long. But also unsure of how to be with a man, especially a man like Terry.

To be so openly wanted and desired (in all forms); even if he didn’t understand why. To be do adored, and in a way he never has been before - completely and utterly, no part of him unseen or unloved.

Still, as awkward and stiff as it was, especially when Daniel had first brought his hands to them, if it wasn’t one of the hottest things Terry has seen, Terry doesn’t know what it.

In encouragement, to show his appreciation for the scene in front of him, and because his balls had instantly drawn up, Terry grabbed onto his hip, fucking up as he yanked Daniel down, filling his ass seconds later. Daniel had kept rocking on the hard cock still inside him until Terry pulled out, putting him on his hands and knees, one large hand on his ass keeping him open so he could eat Daniel out, with another hand on his chest, fondling the softness there, a direct contrast to the hard nipple under his palm. Daniel for his part, was frantically fucking back against Terry’s face, his own hand rubbing at the other nipple.

But like all aspects of the physical side of things, he gets better, more confidant now that he knows what it does to Terry - what he does to Terry - what he does to Terry for simply existing.

Making sure he faces Terry when he rides the older man when he’s flat on his back, makes sure to play and push them together, pinch and rub at them, to moan out that he wants to feel Terry’s mouth on them - how hard it makes him, to have Terry sucking on them, how good it feels to have his tongue on them.

Yeah, that might be one of the best ones of all.

#ask #I got an ask 🤩#cobra kai #daniel larusso #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso #mercy is a sharp knife #🍒🍒

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simp4eshal · 2 years ago

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Baby you're the meanest

Sullivan Bellingham CC

“I thought you’d wait for me ?”

His gaze is soft looking, and you barely perceive the glint of sorrow hiding behind them.

You didn’t really expect to see him at this party.

He smiles softly and it’s like everything is right again. Your heartbeat accelerates, your lungs fill with love, angst, hope, lust.

“I thought you hated me ?”

Your own answer takes you by surprise. Were you always that bitchy ? You really had no business acting mad when you knew you were the one who hurted him.

He takes it. Your snarky remarks, he takes all of it if it means you’ll just talk to him.

He inspects you up and down, realizing how gorgeous you looked, your maxi black dress hugging your curves perfectly, and suddenly he heard the song playing in the background, and it felt like it was about you.

Les by Childish Gambino.

Baby you’re the baddest, baby you’re the baddest girl.

“Come with me ?”

You follow him swiftly as he makes his way up the stairs, you couldn’t say no, not to him.

He struggles a bit to find a room, stumbling across the empty bathroom and a couple making out before realizing there’s no room available.

“Well, looks like we won’t hook up and ignore each other today, huh ?”

Even though you feel a slight pain at the words you let out, it was true. Always the same scenario. The both of you fucking, you dressing up and leaving once it’s done, him crying, begging you to stay. But you couldn’t. And you felt bad, and he felt bad too, he wanted to stop.

But you were his drug, his fentanyl.

“We’ll make it work. We’ll hook up today, love”

You slightly blush, and also slightly cringe. But it was him, it was him. So it was okay, for the time you’ll be together, you’ll allow it to be okay. You needed it to be okay.

“Okay then. Remember how the bathroom’s empty ?”

A smirk makes its way on his rosy and plump lips, and you ask yourself,

Are you ready to cry ?

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

I hope nobody catches us, but I kinda hope they catch us.

His hips moved easily against your own, skin slapping, panting breaths flooding past both your lips.

It felt so good, you felt so good, and he never wanted it to stop. But looking at your face in the mirror, at your plump ass slapping against his pelvis, at your arched back accentuating your small waist, he just knew that it won’t be humanly possible.

God you were a blessing and a curse at the same time.

But he loved you so much, he would be damned everyday of his life if it meant he’ll be able to be by your side.

Nobody else matters, nobody else matters girl.

And when your moans get a little higher, he knows the end is near, that soon it’ll all be done, and you’ll leave without looking back, without caring about his sobs, his pleading words, him.

So he thightens his grip on your full hips, grounding him somehow, helping him stay calm, because you don’t want to see him cry while he’s raw dogging you, what the fuck ?

And so it goes on, and he feels his dick throb inside you, and you feel your walls clench around him, his hand finding your sensitive clit, circling it gently, putting just the right amount of pressure to send you over the edge.

Just the sound of your moans filling the bathroom is enough to make him cum, faint moans that he knows he’ll be embarrassed of later escaping from his red stained lips, a reminder of your lips against his.

Silence is the only thing he hears in the room, paired with your breath, trying to calm down, coming down from your highs.

And then it starts. You put your dress down again, not even bothering to put your panties back on because they’re ruined.

“Please…”

You act as if you can’t hear him. You always do. His heart starts hurting again, his throat contracting, blocking his breathing.

And he panics again, as if he doesn’t know how it ends, as if he’s not used to it by now. But it never really sits right with him, because he somehow always hopes that this time will be different? But it never does, and a little part of you feel sorry for him, really. He is pathetic.

“Please, just wait…just…please.”

You’re already standing by the door by now, back facing him, eyes set on the door handle. You sigh.

“Take care Sullivan.”

The door closes. You’re gone. Again.

A scoff erupts in the silence you left, and this time, surprisingly he doesn’t cry. No tears, no cries, no panic attacks, nothing. He is numb, no emotions swimming in his heart, drowning his insides with love, anger, jealousy and so on.

Then he realizes.

You broke him.

Baby you’re the baddest, baby you’re the baddest girl.

He wondered if he could ask Childish Gambino to replace it with meanest.

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procyonloser · 2 months ago

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Lilith was going on and on about who the fuck knows what, Adam wasn't listening to her say a damn thing. Blah blah blah don't kill my people blah blah you're a hypocrite blah blah sinners have feelings too. Yeah, he bet she thought that, the original fucking sinner. It was boring, Adam was over it, they'd done this song and dance before.

"-is a testament to the imperishable spirit- Adam, are you even listening?" Lilith snapped mid sentence, and Adam just shrugged, spinning in his chair, bored out his gourd. "You know, maybe if you took the time to actually hear me, you'd see things slightly differently; that was always our problem, you never heard a single word I said."

Adam rolled his eyes, "you were naked, babe, why would I listen to you when I could be looking at tits?"

Lilith's tail rattled against the marble tiles of the floor, and her eyes began to shift from violet to red. "Ohh scary, kitty has cl-Aah!"

Adam jumped, eyes going wide, fingers digging into the table until they left grooves. It'd felt like for all the world that some thing had run something down from his chest to his crotch. It was just a brush, but it felt so real that Adam shoved away from the table, looking down to see if any weirdos were trying to sneak up under this robes again. But, alas, nothing.

"Are you well, Adam?" Lilith asked, venom tainting her question. He tried to brush it off, he was about to say he was fine, but pressure returned, rubbing against his chest, against his nipples. Pierced and overly sensitive, Adam felt his face turning bright red, even under his mask as he tried to keep his composure.

"Are you..." Adam started to ask Lilith if she was responsible, but she just blinked at him owlishly, looking confused, an eyebrow raised. It didn't seem like she knew, but she was a good actor, so he couldn't rule her out. "I'm fucking fine, let's get this over with."

"Okay... Then, about the decree and our ongoing agreement, and how the Exorcists are used. I'd like to circle back to point 12b that I pointed out, if you'd agree to hear me out." Lilith said, flipping through paperwork. It was no surprise that Lucifer had left her to do all that boring shit, worst off, she seemed to enjoy it.

"Ugh, r-" Adam's breath hitched in his throat, voice cracking as the feeling moved from his chest, down to his crotch. It barely even brushed over his dick, not giving him the pleasure of that release - instead, it ran over his ass. It massaged the muscle there, pinching at it in a way he'd never felt before. Adam was tall, he was domineering, he'd not had really anyone take that big a handful of his (sizeable) ass before. It felt kinda...

"Is there a problem?" Lilith asked, and Adam shook his head, trying to slow his breathing. It wasn't really helping.

"I'm good, totally fine, sounds great." Adam got out, and Lilith's eyebrows shot up into her hairline.

"Really? That's great. Then we can... Hmm, let's see, I had a few propositions about changes we could make, would you like to hear?" Adam just nodded without hearing, as the pressure moved more inward, against his- oh, no it was fully trying to push inside him. Or, at least it felt like it. He wasn't actually moving, or being moved, his clothes weren't getting messed up, nothing was changing, yet he could feel as something began to stretch him open.

It was large, but his body gave no real resistance, because it wasn't actually happening to him. Yet, he felt all of it, the stretch of it, the burn of it, as his body took it all in. It seemed almost exploratory at first, just moving inside him, and doing little else. It was violating, but it wasn't fucking him, at least he thought not. More than it already was, anyway.

It pulled out of him slowly, dreadfully slowly, and Adam breathed a sigh of relief, sweat beading up on his brow, until it rolled down the tip of his nose. Still, he didn't want to take off his mask and let Lilith see how overwhelmed he felt. As long as it was over, he'd be fine n-

Nope, nope, nope. It wasn't over, not at all, something much larger was pushing into him, and it felt hotter, slicker, and it wasn't tentative anymore. Adam felt as though he couldn't breathe by the time it was all inside him, he was moving in his chair, trying to make sense of it all, when it began to thrust inside of him.

The part Adam didn't want to admit to was that it felt fucking amazing. His cock had already filled out and hardened, leaking as whatever it was, fucked into him. His fingers twitched, until he balled them up, trying not to let Lilith know what was going on with him, but eventually she had to realize something from the way moans kept escaping his lips.

Adam wasn't sure how long it lasted, but suddenly he felt a wave of heat inside of him, and it took him a minute to realize what it could have been. Then it hit him. Whatever it was had just cum in him, it'd just filled him up... Or, it would have, were it real.

"Ah, that's our time. Thank you for finally listening, Adam. I'm glad we could agree on how to run the Exorcists. Our new treaty will be highly beneficial to all sinners." Lilith said with a smile, gathering up her paperwork and standing.

Her words slowly filtered into his brain, and Adam pushed himself up, eyes wide. "What the fuck do you mean new t-"

It began to fuck him anew, and Adam bent over double on the table, whining, and scrambling for purchase on the smooth surface. Lilith walked past him, uncaring, and with a shadow of a darker look in her eyes, as she passed him, she gave a short smack across his ass, and left through a portal. Adam tried to yell at her, but it began to fuck him in earnest at that moment, and he was left just crying and moaning over the table until the lights turned off in the meeting room.

Lilith walked into their bedroom to find Lucifer red faced, nude, and with a very messy doll of Adam beside himself. Lucifer sent her a sheepish from, trying to appear somewhat apologetic.

"I ... uh, can explain?" Lucifer said slowly, but she just kissed his forehead.

"No need, have fun with your gift, I need to start preparing for my new army."

Lilith makes a doll of Adam and enchants it so he feels everything done to the doll, then she conveniently leaves it where Lucifer will find it, right before she's scheduled to have a meeting and negotiation with Adam and heaven.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel Lilith

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taniie · 3 years ago

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i’m an asshole, baby

song ♫ bad idea! - girl in red

asshole elliot <\3 word vomit bc i rlly wanted to write this but i had no idea how to go about it so i kinda went a diff way than the ask 😵😵 + elliot and the reader r fwb

ask: elliot accidentally saying something hurtful to yn and she tries to play it off like, “yeah no i’m fine. it’s whatever!” or “oh, i forgot you even said that. my attention span is short.” knowing damn well she ends up spending her time after school balling her eyes out.

“At least Jules can give a decent fuckin’ blow job, I have to fuck your face to get even a little bit of pleasure.”

You froze, your breath hitched in your throat and you stared right into Elliot’s eyes. What the fuck?

You and Elliot have always had a very playful dynamic, making fun of each other was the love language that you guys shared. You and Elliot were extremely close, he gave you your first everything. Your first kiss, your first time, your first time smoking weed, he was always the first person you did it with.

One time, when the two of you were high, you expressed to him how insecure Jules made you. She was different, unique, outgoing, beautiful, she had everything you could want for yourself. Her and Elliot were getting very close and you noticed how much more sexual the jokes between the two of them had gotten. You werent Elliot’s girlfriend, so you had no right to be mad, but the way he made you feel during sex made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world and you selfishly wanted that side of him all to yourself. He was so gentle with you, he checked in on you, he did what you wanted, feeling so cherished made your heart soar.

He let out a dry chuckle, he was waiting for your response to his insult, but he heard you fall silent, “Yo, are you good?” You tilted your head at him a little and slowly began to stand up from the bench that you were sitting on.

You couldn't believe that you had told Elliot such a sensitive piece of information about your self image and he threw it back in your face like it was nothing.

Something else Elliot knew was that you weren’t the most experienced person when it came to sex, you had only been with one other guy besides Elliot. He was an ass who only cared about his pleasure so you didn't really have enough time to learn anything from him. You always worried about your performance in bed with Elliot, he always told you how good you were doing and how much he enjoyed guiding you through the process.

“I’m fine. I just remembered I have to go home, my dad said I have to be home by 6.” You saw him frown, he nodded and brought the joint back up to his lips.

“See ya, Y/N. Be safe.” You walked away from him and the tears started to form in your eyes. Were you really that bad? Why did he bring up Jules?

Elliot always knew how to hit you where it hurt, but it never hurt this bad. You were self conscious in a lot of aspects and being made fun of for how you were in bed diminished your self esteem even more. You had given yourself to him and he uses one of your insecurities against you? Part of you felt like you were being dramatic, but the other part felt like you had a right to be mad at him.

You walked into your house and immediately went upstairs. Being told you dont give good head isnt a big deal, but being told that by the only person you’ve ever been with in that way can destroy how you see yourself in future sexual relationships, especially if its in comparison to another person who is far more experienced than you are.

You flopped down on your bed and stared at the ceiling. Your own thoughts were eating you alive, it was only a joke, why are you such a fuckin crybaby?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of your phone. It was Elliot.

Elly >_<: hey, did you make it home okay?

You: yeah

Elly >_<: good good good

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Elly >_<: u wanna hang tomorrow? got sum more weed when u left :p

You: not tomorrow, sorry el.

You were normally always free to hang out with him and smoke. But now that you knew how he felt about your sexual performance, you were too embarrassed to face him.

Elly >_<: :(((((((( y not?

You: busy

Elly >_<: dudeeeeeee ur literally NEVER busy wdf

You: i am tomorrow..

His text bubble kept disappearing and reappearing, your heart rate started to speed up, he was obviously hesitant on what he was gonna say.

Elly >_<: is this about what i said at the park?

Elly >_<: if so sorry lmao

Elly >_<: didn’t think it was dat srs….crybaby

You: ok el.

Elly >_< : bruh lol, take a joke. gonna ask again, wanna hang out tomorrow?

You: no

Elly >_<: when you stop bein such a fuckin baby i’ll text you again, bye

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You put your phone down. Not only did he hurt your feelings, but he’s now making you feel stupid for feeling the way you do. You honestly didn’t want to see him again until you got over it or until he apologized once he saw how much it hurt you, but knowing Elliot, those chances were very slim.

You threw yourself into your pillow. Why did you like guys who were such fucking assholes?

#elliot imagine #elliot x reader #elliot x y/n #elliot x you #elliot fanfic #elliot euphoria #jules vaughn #hbo euphoria #hboeuphoria #hbo max #euphoria fanfic #euphoria imagine #euphoria elliot

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jeonselca · 3 years ago

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Please please front man smut. Your smut is to die for and I’d love to see you write for him

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ღ — pairing ; front man x player!f!reader [ SMUT ! ]

ღ — warning(s) ; manipulation , cockwarming , degradation , denial .

ღ — request ; yes no

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you nervously tapping your shoes on the floor , eyes scanning allover the hall as you stood close by to your bed , watching as everyone lining up to the exit door for their 4th game— everyone except for you .

ofcourse you felt bad .

because you know too damn well what is the next game .

but you were too wrapped around his finger . and you could do nothing about it

because you desperately need to be his .

a fainted yell could be heard, and you recognised it as gihun's voice, asking why aren't you lining up with them , but before you could do anything , you felt yourself getting dragged from behind , your face turning to the side and saw the pink triangle guard, looking down and nodding to you

this is it

the guards hold your wrist before dragging you with them, passing through the colourful and bright stairs that would often gave you headache , the memories of your first time bumping into him flashing through your mind,

oh how careless are you to accidentally got into the wrong stairs and room

but little did you know , that little meet up was going to save your life .

dead .

that was the other assumed you .

but here you are , giving every ounce of strength, working your ass up and down, sliding deliciously onto the front man's looking-angry red cock, his hand aggressively holding onto the head couch, head tilted to the back as he hold his moans from becoming louder, his eyes restraints on the way his cock is perfectly between your round ass ,

and before you could know , you felt yourself getting grabbed by the waist, the front man's hand hoisting you up before reluctantly pushing you down making your mouth turned into an 'o' shape, nothing seems to come out from your mouth as this was too much for you, and you need time to process the way his cock just perfectly sliding into your already wet cunt , thanks to you grinding onto him and managed to make him cum a few times,

and finally— finally

he is inside of you .

your heavy breathe was echoed through the control room, the front man's hand roamed around your body, his free hand hoisting your body closer to his, that you swore you can feel his heart beating behind of you,

''im quite upset that i can't see you..'' ''like this'' he muttered closed to your ears as he spread your legs wide enough to give whoever is infront of you a really great view, your breath getting heavier by the second as he doesn't make any effort to move his cock inside of you .

''i wish.. i could see this wet cunt of yours..but'' he was practically whispered into your ears, his hand roamed to your below just above your sopping cunt, before he let a slap onto your clit making you whine and squirming , his cock ever so often twitching inside of you begging for another release .

but he needs to hear you begging first .

''do you really deserve, to be eaten out... by me ?'' he spoke before he slightly thrust up his hips, enough for your body to stuttered at the pressure, leaving another harsh slap onto your clit, ''shh''

''please.. please move'' you managed to uttered the words, only for you to received yet another harsh slap on your clit, a moan escaping your lips at the very intense pleasure .

''don't fucking talk unless your superior say so'' he groaned, watching as your eyes fluttering, fighting the urge to close as you were too deep into your subspace, considering you had been edging that felt like hours .

the front man continously put his hand onto your thigh, sweetly and gently brushing his hand against your already sensitive skin, his sweet hummed could be heard beside your ears as he continued to play with you .

play

maybe you are not a part of the game anymore .

until you realised, you are a part of his game all along .

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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℗ me and my husband

atsumu x fem!reader (poker face ending)

series masterlist

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

wc. 3.2k (holy shit)

warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, v v soft domestic, marriage :00, smut!! (is marked off!!), soft dom!tsumu, hair pulling (giving), unprotected sex, slight praise kink, pretty vanilla ngl

an. can be read as a one shot but u might be confused lmfao also this took SO LONG OMFG also also heavily unedited, take things w a grain of salt lmfao anyways don’t forget to feed me ahaha m rlly proud of this so i hope y’all like it <33

it was moving day and atsumu was about to lose his mind.

today was the official day of the hyper house disbandment and while most of the members were still figuring out new living arrangements and thus remaining past the deadline, you were one of the few trying to get out as soon as possible.

makki and mattsun were so excited to have you move in, they showed up early that morning to help you pack. now, it was around 1p and it was almost time for you to go. you still had a few more boxes to go but things were speeding right along.

normally, atsumu would be right by your best friends helping you out but he was currently in the middle of a breakdown.

you were leaving. leaving. he had no idea when he’d see you again (even though you promised to meet up weekly to catch up), if he would ever see you again. for all he knew, makki and mattsun would just hide you away forever, never to be seen again.

okay, so he was panicking.

it was just... atsumu was in love with you. he’d known for a while (way longer than he’d like to admit) and he selfishly thought he’d have more time with you so that he could work up the courage to confess. but now? you were like three boxes away from a distance that he didn’t know if he or your relationship could recover from.

it wasn’t that he was bad at long distance but the tragic events that the house brought, brought the two of you closer together and he didn’t want to lose that.

atsumu let out a groan and dropped his head against the wall, his mind running with scenario after scenario, all ending in failure and utter embarrassment.

“hey, you okay?” you called out, a large box cradled delicately in your arms. as atsumu turned from the plaster in front of him, he allowed himself a moment to take you in.

you were wearing short athletic shorts, worn converses, and his t shirt. a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, the lights above reflecting off of it, giving you a warm glow.

of course you looked hot moving boxes.

you called his name again in concern and he immediately felt his heart clench in guilt. you’d already been through so so much and here he was fantasizing about you instead of being there for you like a good friend would.

atsumu let out a sigh and shot you a wide, albeit empty, smile before walking over to you and taking the box out of your hands. the furrow in your brows told him you saw through his expression but he ignored it and made a show of lifting your box above his head and carrying it to mattsun’s car.

“see, what would ya do without these guns angel?” he joked, placing the cardboard into the trunk. you rolled your eyes and poked him in the side playfully. “die, probably.”

the butterflies in his stomach kicked up at the underlying sincerity in your voice but he tried his best to overlook it. it was much harder than it seemed, especially when you looked at him with such fondness in your gaze that made him want to kiss you senseless.

gulping hard, he quickly turned away from you, busying himself with fitting your things in the truck like a game of tetris.

“atsumu.” your voice was firm but pleading and he didn’t dare look at you for fear of spilling everything right then and there. “wow, ya sure got a lot of stuff, huh? wonder how much of this was bought with ushijima’s money,” he started to ramble but thankfully he was interrupted by makki whooping as he walked out of the house.

“last box bitches!” you shot atsumu one final worried look before running over to makki and mattsun, yelling the whole way there.

atsumu was grateful your back was to him because he couldn’t hide the affectionate look that overtook his face, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he watched you hip bump your friends while cackling wildly.

god, he was so in love with you.

what was he going to do when you moved out and away? what if you found someone, someone how loved you as much as he did (not possible)? he would wish for your happiness even at the expense of his own but... what if you both could be happy?

caught up in his thoughts, atsumu didn’t register you saying your goodbyes to the remaining members until you were finally in front of him.

“i’m gonna miss living with you tsum.” you unceremoniously launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. his heart leapt violently at the contact and he prayed to every deity above that you didn’t hear it underneath your head.

he barely managed to hug you back before you pulled away, your eyes slightly teary and red. “um, well, makki and mattsun are waiting for me so uh,” you trailed off looking back at the van and your friends who were so (im)patiently waiting for you to join them.

atsumu’s breath quickened as you scooted a bit away from him, truly getting ready to leave. no, no, it couldn’t end like this, awkward and distant. no, he wasn’t going to let it.

“atsumu?” you asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to touch him when he didn’t respond but he couldn’t hear you. he felt hot all over, like he was going to explode or magically combust if he didn’t get the words out into the air.

“tsum, are you oka-“ “i’m in love with ya.”

you paused, shock written clearly all over your face. the fear of rejection slammed into atsumu like a brick, the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach like a rock but he still didn’t stop.

“i’m in love with ya and i have been for forever. yn, yer beautiful but yer face and body aren’t even the best part of ya, even though they’re pretty damn great. yer just-“

“tsum-“

“-yer so kind, especially when ya don’t need ta be. yer badass but ya care fer others so deeply and ya make me wanna be a better person. ya make me a better person. i know ya-“

“tsumu please-“

“-ya probably don’t feel the same and that’s alright but i needed ta tell ya, before ya leave and fall in love with some other scrub, just in case we can be happy together and-“

all of a sudden, your hands were buried in his shirt and you were pulling him close to meet your lips with his, your mouths meshing together in a soft and passionate kiss.

bliss. atsumu was in sheer bliss. your lips were as soft as he thought they would be as they moved with his, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you even closer to him.

sooner than he would have liked, his lungs started burning for air so he pulled back but not very far, instead resting his forehead against yours.

“i was trying to tell you i liked you too, idiot,” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you spoke. he chuckled, a wide grin overtaking his entire face as he really took in what you were saying.

you liked him back. you liked him. holy shit.

but instead of saying any of that, he decided to tease you a bit. “just like? if i recall, i just confessed my undying love for ya.”

you pulled back with a faux scoff, hitting him in the arm with a huff. “shut up you ass. of course i love you too.” you couldn’t keep your real smile off your cheeks while you confessed, your soft expression bringing another wave of desire over atsumu’s body.

“can, can i take ya inside angel?” he allowed his true intentions to be heard in his words, your eyes widening when you figured out what he meant. you nodded vigorously before shooting a look to makki and mattsun. mattsun just waved you off and got into his truck while makki yelled, “get that dick!”

you heated up horribly, grabbing atsumu’s hand and pulling him towards the house and to his room. he allowed himself to be dragged along, sending winks to the other boys as he went until the two of you were standing right in front of his door.

“i love ya,” he whispered, lifting your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. you grinned. “love you too tsum.”

that must have been the final straw because the minute the words left your mouth, he was on you.

••• smut begin•••

pressing you up against the door, atsumu ravaged your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he walked you backwards into his room, laying you down on the bed so that he was hovering over you, his hips pressing hard against yours.

instinctively, you ground up into him, rewarding you with a loud groan and a gasp of your name. “fuck angel, yer killing me here,” he laughed breathlessly, rolling his hardness against your thigh. you let out a breathy moan and tangled your hands in his hair to bring him back down to your lips.

as you continued to kiss him, his hands scrambled at your waist, pushing his hands under it to grope at your chest. you giggled at the cold of his fingers but he didn’t pay it any mind, moving down from your mouth to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin there.

“ah, shit tsumu,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, just as he reached under your bra to tease your nipples. a startled gasp left you, your back arching into his careful touch. “that feel good angel?” atsumu asked, voice low and gravelly as he pinched the delicate bud, drawing another noise from your throat.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you bit your bottom lip while he pulled your shirt and bra off, tossing them somewhere in the room. as he scanned your half naked body, he noticed you quieting yourself and he lightly shook his head. his thumb found its way to your lip, carefully pulling it from between your teeth.

“wanna hear ya angel, let me hear yer pretty noises, yeah?” without letting you respond, atsumu dove back into your chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth while toying with the other, a sigh of his name sending a bolt of arousal straight to his loins.

he grinded against you absentmindedly, losing himself in you, eventually switching sides to give the same treatment to your neglected bud.

while atsumu seemed to be having the time of his life attached to your tit, you were getting impatient, your arousal completely soaking through your underwear. you needed more.

tangling your fingers in his blond locks, you attempted to tug him away from your chest but his reaction was unlike anything you could’ve expected. “aahh!” he let out a strangled whine, his hips bucking against your side.

“please, tsumu, need more,” you breathed, his needy reaction not lost on you as pulled his hair a bit harder. you were not disappointed as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent moan before dropping his head to your shoulder.

“fuck, fuck, okay angel, i got ya, i got ya.” atsumu swiftly disposed of both yours and his bottoms and underwear before lifting your leg and positioning himself at your entrance.

“tell me if i hurt ya, alright? i love ya,” he smiled down on you, your heart swelling two times at his carefulness. “i love you too,” you replied, watching as his pupils grew and a low groan broke free from his chest.

“oh angel, ‘m gonna ruin ya.” that was the last thing he said before he pushed into you, both of you letting out whimpers as he stretched you open, the blunt head of his cock just a few centimeters shy of your cervix.

your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands scrambling until they found purchase on his back, your nails digging in just when he started to thrust shallowly into you.

“f-fuck, how’re ya s-so fuckin’ tight?” atsumu growled through gritted teeth, every word punctuated with a roll of his hips. you couldn’t respond as you were too overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every slow movement.

speaking of slow, he was moving way too leisurely for your tastes. you needed him to move faster and you knew exactly how to do it.

sliding your hand up from his back, you grabbed a good chunk of hair from the back of his head and pulled. his reaction was immediate and oh-so gratifying.

an honest to god whimper poured from his lips and he instantly thrusted all the way into you, his length driving into your g-spot perfectly. you both let out twin moans as he started rocking into consistently, every movement bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“i love ya, i love ya so fuckin’ much, angel—shit—yer so amazing, i love ya,” atsumu rambled while pounding into you, deep curses and whines of your name interspersed with his declarations of love. if you could speak, you would reciprocate but you were too busy holding on for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion.

desperate for some kind of anchor to reality, you grasped onto his locks again, gripping tightly as drawn-out cries of his name slipped from your open lips. you were close, so close and he knew it too.

“feel ya clenchin’ around me like a good girl, ya gonna cum fer me? gonna cum fer me angel?” atsumu’s hand snaked down between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit, a shaky sob finding its way out into the open air.

“oh shit, yeah, ‘m g-gonna cum for you tsum, ‘s all for you,” you moaned, clamping down on him sporadically as you started to cum, your vision whiting out and your thighs trembling while you gushed around him.

your mind was floating off when you felt him cum with a shout, his warmth flooding you and spilling out as he collapsed onto your chest.

••• smut over •••

the two of you lied there for a while, attempting to regain your brain and feeling in your legs. you vaguely made note of the wet rag cleaning between your thighs and the following weight falling down beside you but it was only after a few more minutes that you really came back to yourself, rolling over to lay on atsumu’s bare chest.

“holy shit, tsumu,” you said in awe, your boyfriend (!!) laughing at your reaction. “i’m just that good angel, what can i say?”

you groaned and hit him in the chest but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. “you are such a menace!”

“only fittin’ that i picked a gremlin ta be with then,” atsumu teased while playing with a piece of your hair. mock offense filled your chest as you sat up, fixing him with your ‘angriest’ glare.

“is that the kind of language you’ll be using in your vows, mister?” you were only joking but when atsumu’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks, you realized your mistake.

you opened your mouth to apologize or to make some kind of excuse but he beat you to the punch. “ya wanna marry me angel?” he asked, looking so vulnerable with hope shining in his brown irises. you couldn’t bear to lie.

“of course tsum, you’re it for me,” you reached out a hand to caress his cheek and he leaned into it, his own coming up to cup yours and hold it against his face.

“good.” and that was the end of that, that evening’s... extraneous activities having thoroughly tired to the point that you fell completely asleep with your face against one of his pecs.

if you had stayed awake a little longer, you would’ve seen atsumu pull out his phone and start a new note titled, “my angel.”

if i just said i loved you, it would be an understatement. it would be like saying the sun’s surface is just a bit warm or that the arctic is just a little chilly. it would be an injustice to you and to how i truly feel about you. love—

“-is a word that is much too soft and used far too often ta ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that i have in my heart for ya angel. ya acknowledge my strengths and ya accept my faults. ya make me wanna be a better person every day. so, today i vow ta laugh with ya and comfort ya during times of joy and times of sorrow. i promise ta always pursue ya, ta fight for ya, and love ya unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. ya are my best friend and i’m the luckiest person on earth ta call ya mine- wait are ya crying?"

the audience burst into laughter as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, punching atsumu softly on the arm. “of course i am, you ass.”

the officiant cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions. “it is the bride’s turn to give her vows. if you may?”

you nodded and atsumu already felt like crying. again. he’d cried that morning while getting dressed and then again when you walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. now, as he watched you pull a folded piece of paper out of your bra, he knew he’d made the right decision in confessing to you, all those years ago.

he also knew he was definitely going to cry again.

“atsumu, falling for you wasn’t falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing that you’re home. today, i want to make you promises that i will always keep. i promise to never stop holding your hand or accepting your kisses. i promise to not hit you too hard when you insult me or call me a gremlin. i promise to share my food with you, to never go to bed angry, and to try and understand your obsession with professional men’s volleyball. i promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for i know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. i choose you. i’ll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, i’ll keep choosing you.

i used to never truly enjoy moments because i was always waiting for what's next. the next thing horrible thing to happen. now that i have you, i enjoy the moment. every moment.

today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but i already belong to you. falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. i love you.”

and at least in this lifetime

we’re sticking together

me and my husband

we’re sticking together

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tkpuke · 3 years ago

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4 with ler Steve/Eddie with reader please ? :3

Steve/Eddie + Reader - 4. “You’re faking.”

It feels like it’s been the fifth time this week Eddie chased you down around Forest Hills trailer park because you couldn’t keep your snarky retorts to yourself. You glanced over your shoulder to see how far he is from catching you, but he’s close enough to start attempting to grab the hem of your shirt.

So, you purposefully fell. You tumbled in the grass, immediately holding your sides as if you were in pain. Eddie halted, quickly lending you a helping hand. “Oh shit, are you alright?” You nodded with a forced grunt, glad you’re earning guilt points from him so easily. You were helped inside by Eddie, plopping on the couch, arms never leaving your sides. Steve was right next to you, ripping his attention away from the tv that was playing The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

“What happened?” He said while eyeing Eddie a side glare, but the boy only shrugged knowing it isn’t his fault for you being so damn clumsy. “I fell.” You said simply, damn well a lie. You can’t bear another ruthless ticklish onslaught, something Eddie’s been doing ever since he found out how horribly sensitive you are. The ruthless only comes in when you’re being a pain in the ass, in his words. The faking of a painful bruise is to hopefully get you out of it for today.

What you weren’t expecting, though, was Steve to press around your sides to see where exactly it hurts. You moved against his hands, watching him in confusion. Steve shot you an unimpressed look, catching on. “You’re faking.” Eddie never whipped his head to you so quick. “Excuse me?” You nervously spluttered, feeling Eddie’s eyes bore into the side of your head.

“For next time, shy away from the pain when you’re trying to fake it.” Steve advised, ignoring your attempts to still convince him your so called “pain” is making you grimace. “You little shit!” You heard Eddie say, knowing what’s to come the minute he joins you on the couch. “Eddie, plehease wait—“

There’s no use to redeem yourself, the metal-head was already seeing red. Both hands latching onto your hips, each thumb drilling harshly on the soft spot next to your hipbone. Your loud bouts of laughter filled up the trailer, punching Eddie’s chest weakly. In the process of throwing your head back, you lock eyes with Steve who looked unbothered by the whole scene. “STEHEVE! HELP!”

“Of course he’ll come help teach you a lesson, won’t you Harrington?” Eddie invited Steve in on the fun, pretending like he isn’t literally killing you underneath him by rapid squeezing your knees. Steve never thought it was necessary to tickle the absolute snot out of you whenever you brought a little attitude in your tone, Eddie doing the job for that quite well. A poke here and there is all the man offered. Today, it’s different.

Steve mainly held your wrists in place, reducing your violent squirming where you would’ve almost struck someone in the face. Occasionally he fluttered his fingers to your neck to pull a high pitch shriek from you, or even let go of your wrists completely to dig his hands in your underarms. Y’know, to be an ass.

All in all, you’ll definitely make sure to shy away from the pain for next time, because there will be a lot of next times.

#stranger things tickle #stranger things tickle fic #tickle fic #ler!eddie munson #ler!steve harrington #ticklish!reader #tickle prompts #anon ask #this is a bit long I KNOW #but I’m sure none of y’all are complaining

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seiyasabi · 4 years ago

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Bulls in the Bronx

(So…. long story short, I’m now a hucow simp. Thanks a lot @/biskywrites and @/dark-side-blog2 for making me this way (ﾉД`) lol, all jokes aside, I wanna suck some tiddy milk from a buff man ;)) Anyways, this is Yandere Hucow(Hubull?) Bokuto x Fem Reader ;0 This fic allows me to flex my farming knowledge lol, bc my grandparents owned ponies and dogs.

TW: !Noncon!, !dubcon!, creampie!, he hits you twice!, somnophilia!, predator vs prey?, manipulation!, cumflation!, breeding kink!, size kink!, ur a farmhand!, lactation!, tiddie sucking!, Asshole farmer Ushi, etc..

Please don’t proceed if any of the above are triggering! Also, sorry if Bokuto is too OOC lol)

“Bokuto got into the lackweed again,” You can’t suppress the laugh that explodes from your mouth. The idea of the biggest hucow (hubull??) on the ranch freaking out (again), because he’s now dripping milk is hilarious.

“Where on Earth does he keep finding those damn weeds?” The other farmhand laughs as well, stooping down to fill two buckets with water.

“I think those grass seeds were cross contaminated, the other hucows also started to lactate a lot more than usual. But, it’s kinda funny that our best breeder is dripping like a heifer,” Chuckling in acknowledgement, you can’t help but feel a pang of pity. Poor Bo, he’s probably really self conscious at the moment.

“Maybe I should go check on him-” Your coworker almost drops the bucket she’s filling, looking up at you as if you just grew three heads.

“Why would you do that? Did you forget that he’s going in rut soon?” Frowning, you glance down at the floor in mild shame.

“Well, yes, but he isn’t supposed to start until next week! Plus, I’m not ovulating right now, so I won’t trigger him,” The other girl thinks for a moment, before nodding slowly.

“I suppose it’d be fine. If anything, he may calm down if his favourite handler is there,” Nodding, you grab two buckets from the shelf beside you. Squatting down next to your coworker, you place a bucket underneath a faucet, turning the circular handle to the left. A gush of cool water rushes out, quickly filling the plastic pail. Quickly switching it out for the empty one, you wait a few more moments, before turning off the rushing water. Grabbing the handles of the buckets, you lift them whilst standing to your feet, using your legs instead of your back.

Nodding towards the other girl, you bid her farewell. Turning on your heel, you tromp towards the bull pens. The large red barn is quite a far distance from the shed you were once in, causing you to break out in a light sweat. It doesn’t help that it’s mid spring, causing the farm to be quite warm.

Setting the buckets down on the dirt ground, you wipe your brow with the back of your hand. Huffing out a deep breath, you quickly move the concrete slab keeping the barn closed away from the sliding door, before shoving it open. The sound of the cowbell on the red and white door handle on the inside clinks noisily, queuing a symphony of deep ‘moos.’

Picking up the buckets with bent knees, you hurry inside, relishing the feeling of the barn’s fans on your sweaty skin, “Hey guys, is the barn cool enough for you?” Grumbles and shifting of large bodies are all you get in response, causing you to laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gunning it for a certain grey haired bull’s stall, a bright smile makes its way onto your face, “Hey, Koutarou, how’re you feeling?”

He’s currently laying on his bed of compact hay, tears sliding down his handsome face. His cute ears are droopy, his bell earring not jingling with life like normal. His tears drip between his septum piercing, and drop onto his well defined abdomen, “Not good, (Your Name).”

With a small gasp, you set down the pails rather harshly, some of the cool liquid sloshing onto the wooden floor. Hurrying towards him, you sit on the prickly ‘mattress,’ “What’s wrong? I heard that you’re lac-” A small sob leaves his lips at your words, causing you to grab his hand reassuringly, “Are the other guys making fun of you? I can go yell at them if you’d like!”

The buff bull-man sits up, one arm covering his chest self-consciously, “No! They’re not being mean,” He grips your hand almost to the point that it’s painful, “I-it’s just… my chest hurts, real bad.”

Nodding in understanding, you motion towards his covered pecs, “Let me see, Bubs. I’ll see what I can do.”

His face flushes bright red, “But it’s embarrassing!” You shush him sweetly, releasing his hand to coax his arm away from his chest.

“It’s okay, I won’t make fun of you! I just wanna help you,” After a moment of hesitance, he obeys, revealing his swollen, red nipples.

The area around his nipples is raised as well, showing just how much his milk is backed up.

Eyes softening even more, you delicately rub both pecs, “You’re alright, Bubs. This happens to the cows sometimes when we don’t milk them as much as we need to. If you’d like, I can go find a pump!”

“No! I don’t wanna pump!” You jump slightly, and move away from him, only for his hands to trap your own to his chest. More tears gather in his eyes, as he becomes distraught, “I don’t want my milk to go to waste!”

Taken aback, you nod, although you don’t understand his reasoning, “Kou, why’re you acting like this? You know we don’t get rid of milk, we sell your guys’ milk at the market.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want you to sell it. I want you to drink it,” The look of shock on your face is mistaken as disgust, causing him to cry even more, “Do you think I’m weird? Why do you look like that?” Seeing the bull act so sensitive is adorable, but you feel as though you have to comfort him.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m not weirded out, I’m just surprised. I’ll go get a bucket-”

“No bucket!” Sighing at his weird behaviour, you cock an eyebrow at him.

“Then how am I supposed to collect it?” A big grin crosses his teary face.

“Drink from me! I promise I’ll be good!” Shifting in discomfort, an anxious sweat starts to form on your brow.

“Ahaha, that’s funny, Kou. You know I can’t do that,” More tears well up in his eyes, squeezing your heart painfully, “Don’t look at me like that, Bubs. I don’t think your owner would like me getting so close-”

“I don’t mind,” Ushijima’s voice booms throughout the barn, scaring the living daylights out of you. Whipping your head around, you make eye contact with the large male, an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, “As long as my star bull is happy, I’m happy.”

Kou releases your hands, only to grab your face, forcing you to look at him, “See! He doesn’t care! Please, (Nickname), please help me! My udders hurt so bad!”

With Ushijima’s eyes on you, and Koutarou’s sad and pain filled face, you finally relent, “Okay, okay! Don’t freak out, Bubs, I’ll help. You just gotta let me go.”

He releases you quickly, before shoving your head towards his chest. The jingling of his earring is heard, telling you that his ears are no longer pressed down on the top of his head. You hear heavy footsteps walk away from his stall, probably gathering the bulls to let them graze outside.

You try to push away from where your head is being smushed, but the bull gives you no leeway, “Why aren’t you drinking?” The male practically whines, as you whack his shoulder lightly.

“I’m being smothered in between your tiddies, Kou,” You chuckle in slight discomfort, but he finally allows you up. Moving towards his most swollen nipple (the left one), you pinch it between your thumb and forefinger, causing a small stream of milk to come streaming out.

A small moan leaves the large man’s lips, as he shoves you once again face first into his chest, “Don’t tease, (Nickname), I feel like I’m dying!” A flash of empathy goes through your heart.

Removing your hand from his nipple, you take a deep breath, and latch yourself onto him.Your chapstick covered lips are soft against his sensitive skin, causing him to keen. When you suckle, a tidal wave of milk bursts into your mouth. Luckily, it doesn’t taste very bad; his milk tastes like vanilla, causing you start to slurp it up like a babe.

Your one hand kneads his other pec to soothe him, “Fu-fuck, you’re making me feel so good!” You don’t bother trying to say anything, instead, you just suck harder. Your unoccupied hand squeezes his tit that you’re currently nursing on, causing him to pump out more of his yummy milk.

After a few long moments, you release his nipple. A drop of milk trickles down your chin, which the large bull laughs at. A thick finger wipes off the excess, pushing itself into your mouth. A tender look is in the grey haired man’s eyes, as he kisses your forehead.

“Thank you, pretty girl. Can you do the other one, please?” Now that he’s no longer in a painfilled state, he’s back to his normal, boyish self. Nodding, you lick your lips, before latching on to his other nipple. He barely chokes back a moan, his hand gripping the back of your head.

You suck as hard as you can without hurting him, pretending his nipple was a straw to a thick ass milkshake. Between your massaging and sucking, his teat no longer feels as painful as it once did.

Pulling away, you give him a wry smile, “There, all better. Well, I should pour your water into your trough now,” Standing up with wobbly legs, you move towards the filled buckets. Picking them up one by one, you pour it in with unsteady hands. Why are you so shaky right now? “Well, I should get going now. I hope you feel better later,” You try to walk out of his stall, only to be yanked back into Bokuto’s lap. Both empty pails fall to the ground unceremoniously, clattering loudly through the empty barn.

“Don’t leave me, Lovely, I need you,” His warm skin against yours feels nice, and you suddenly feel sleepy.

“Kou, I’m tired. I think-I think I’m gonna take a nap,” He runs his fingers (through your hair/over your scalp), tantalising you into drifting off.

“That’s alright, (Nickname), I’ll watch after you,” With a muffled ‘Mhm,’ you fall into a deep slumber.

When you awoke, you woke to your body shaking. Brow furrowing, you blearily open your eyes, only to see a tuft of grey hair in between your bent, spread legs.

His long tongue is currently fucking in and out of your dripping cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“Ku-Kou? Wha-“ He looks up immediately, a look of shock on his strong features.

“I-It’s Not what it looks like! I-I just wanted a taste!” You groggily push at his head, catching his ears slightly, causing a small jingling to sound throughout the empty barn.

“You didn’t ask, why, why are you-“ He grabs your hand, kissing each knuckle with a slobbering kiss.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Let me make you feel good! You taste so good,” You yank your hand back, trying to kick off the hand that currently wrapped around your right thigh.

“Get off of me! Bokuto, you-you’re doing this without my consent! I thought we were friends!” You shout, pushing at his face harshly. He grabs one of your hands, trying to kiss it, only for your other to clap him upside the face harshly, “Don’t! You’ve already done enough.”

Kicking him away (even though he’s much larger and stronger than you, meaning he just moved away), you stand to your feet, pulling back up your halfway down jeans and panties.

Snatching up the buckets previously discarded, you don’t even shoot the crying bull a glance, just turning on your heel, and stomping away.

Tears of your own drip down your face, humiliation and betrayal weighing down your aching heart.

Forcefully sliding open the barn doors, you run from it, catching the eye of a certain green haired farmer.

It seems Bokuto fucked up.

But that’s okay, when he goes into rut, there’ll be nothing keeping him from breeding you full of his massive calves.

You avoided the bull barn like the plague for the next week. The hucows are very pleasant company. They treat you as if you’re their young, making you feel well loved.

That is, until Hachi asked you why you’ve been avoiding Bokuto. She’d told you that he hasn’t acted the same, in fact, he’s acted depressed and withdrawn.

Since then, you’ve stuck with aquatic life. The fish, swans, and ducks don’t give you that much trouble.

But, when you come back from the pond and fish pools, the farm is ensued with panic. Apparently, Bokuto’s finally gone into rut.

And, unfortunately for you, he’s on the prowl for you.

So, when your coworker runs up to you, begging for you to calm him, you turn on your heel, and start walking back towards the pond. They can figure this out themselves, you’re not going to sacrifice yourself to someone who tried to take advantage of you.

Sadly, that doesn’t work out.

You’re immediately stopped by Ushijima, his broad form blocking you from advancing forward, “Where do you think you’re going?” His arms are crossed, an angry scowl on his usually handsome features.

“I forgot something at the pond,” You lie, smoothly, “I’m going to go grab it real quick-”

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” His strong voice booms, “What you’re going to do, is march yourself into the barn, and make my prized bull happy.”

Your own scowl forms on your pretty face, “I will do nothing of the sort. Interspecies sex is illegal! You can fire me for all I care, I’m not going in there!” You try to move around his large form, only to be manhandled into a chokehold.

His left arm is wrapped around your neck, your back to his chest, and your face being held in a large hand, “Interspecies sex is legal when a human and hybrid are mates,” He hisses through gritted teeth, and you struggle in his hold, “If you don’t go in there, I’ll drag you in.”

“Fuck you,” You spit, “I’ll fucking castrate you!” You kick backwards, landing a solid hit on the large man’s groin. With a loud yell, you’re let go, allowing you to run towards the farm’s parking area. Pulling your truck’s keys from your pocket, you haul ass, not bothering to look behind you.

The barns and sheds fly past you, as you run through the open field leading to the car park. You suddenly hear loud footsteps follow after you, and you assume that it’s Ushijima, that is, until you hear them, “(Nickname)! (Nickname), where are you going? Why are you running away from me?” Bokuto’s voice rings out at top volume, hurting your ears. His voice a lot more gravely than before, and without looking at him, you know that he most likely looks crazed.

You don’t respond, trying to pick up the pace. You click the unlock button one time, only unlocking the driver’s side door. Because you had a head start, you cleared the field in less than three seconds, allowing you to hop into your truck, and lock the doors. Shoving the key into the ignition, all whilst buckling your seatbelt, you press on the brake, and turn it, only to hear the spluttering of your failing ignition, “Come on! Don’t do this-” Bokuto slams into the driver’s side door at top speed, rocking your large vehicle harshly. His hands and face are pressed against the window, his expression looking like that of a kicked puppy. You then notice the fact that the buff male is completely naked, his impossibly large cock bobbing against his toned stomach.

“Why are you trying to leave? I need you so badly, pretty-pretty. Why don’t you open the door, and we can figure this out? I promise I’ll make you feel good, after all, us bulls pride ourselves in taking care of our mates,” You cringe in disgust, not bothering to answer him. Instead, you continue to fiddle with your ignition, muttering expletives under your breath. His large hands start to beat on your driver-side window, trying to gain your attention, “(Nickname), come out already! Ushi already cut your fuel line, so you’re not going anywhere! Come on, I just wanna make you feel good-”

It was your turn to cut him off, “Shut up! We aren’t friends anymore, Bokuto, much less lovers! Just leave me the fuck alone! I’m sure many of the cows would love to help you through your rut, why can’t you just ask them?” Tears of frustration dot your eyelashes, as you pop open your glove box and search for your phone. Catching sight of the black cased (phone type), you snatch it from its confines with a loud ‘Aha,’ “Don’t make me call the Farmer’s Union, Bokuto. I’ll report you and Ushijima for-”

“You won’t! You love me too much!” His frantic words raise in volume, as he hit the glass even harder than before, “You wouldn’t put me down! Come on, (Nickname), why won’t you call me ‘Bubs’ anymore? I love you!” You swipe open your phone, and go to the contacts. Pulling up the Farmer’s Union phone number, you go to press ‘call,�� only for the shattering of glass to halt you.

You scream in both fear and shock, throwing up your hands to protect your face. This, in turn, causes you to drop your phone. In this time, Bokuto is able to grab you by your arms, and drag you towards the broken window. Your seatbelt keeps you in place, causing him to pull you even harder, and making you scream in pain.

You use your arm to whack his against the broken glass on your truck’s window area. He releases you in a moment of pain, allowing you to unbuckle yourself, and throw yourself to the passenger side. Once there, you unlock the door, and bolt towards the road.

“(Your Name), come back here! Stop being so difficult!” You pay him no mind, a few meters away from the busy road. Noticing a car speeding towards the area you’re running to, you push yourself even harder, trying to throw yourself into the road. Unfortunately, you’re grabbed by two buff arms that encircle your waist. They use all of their strength to smash you into their chest from behind, knocking the air from your lungs, “Are you crazy? You could’ve been hurt!” You thrash and try to bite at him, causing Bokuto to backhand you across the face, “Now look what you made me do! If you’d been good, I wouldn’t have had to do that!”

To be completely honest, you’re in shock. Bokuto has never raised a hand at you, and that slap wasn’t a warning tap. No, that was him using a good majority of his strength, causing your cheek to throb painfully.

You continue to thrash and curse after freezing for a moment, drawing the eyes of concerned coworkers, “Let go of me! What the fuck is wrong with you? Put me down!” You try to kick him in the junk, only to kick him on the inside of his thigh. In retaliation, he backhands you again, this time on the other cheek. Gasps and whispers are heard from those around you, drawing the large hucow’s eyes.

“There’s nothing to see here, guys! Just my mate making a scene,” He shakes you a bit to shut you up, causing you to become disoriented. The farmhands and other hybrids look like they’re about to step in, only for Ushijima himself to show up.

“What Bokuto said is correct,” His harsh gaze is on you, his hand gripping his dick, “She’s just making a scene. Let them through.”

They reluctantly go back to their business, as Koutarou guns it to the empty bull barn. Ushijima only watches as you’re dragged to the large building, as tears drip down your face in fear, and his fist at his side clenches in fury.

Stomping into the barn, Bokuto makes quick work of getting to his stall. Once inside, he tosses you on the hay mattress, and straddles your waist. With pawing hands, he rips your t-shirt and jeans off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear, along with your boots and socks. Yanking off your boots, be tossed them out of his ‘room,’ as you try to throw punches at his muscular chest. He grunts, but doesn’t stop.

With beefy fingers, he yanks off your bra, ripping it in two. Your tits jiggle at his harsh movements, making him lick his lips in enjoyment. He then rips off your cotton panties, exposing your cunny to his hungry eyes.

“You’re beautiful, pretty-pretty. I can’t wait to see you stuffed with my calves,” You shake your head no rapidly, pushing his hands away from where they rest on your hips.

“No! Stop it, Bokuto! I thought we were friends!” He tightens his grip on your pelvis, forcing your legs open.

“That’s Not my name, (Nickname), you know that. Now, you know that I’m way more than just your friend-I’m your mate, and you know that I’ll provide for you and our calves,” With grubby fingers, he rubs at your clit, trying to draw a good reaction from you.

You squirm in response, trying to wriggle out of his one handed grip. You shove at his chest, but he remains unmoved, choosing to press down harder than before, “Stop it! Let me go!”

He inserts his middle finger into your moist cunny, forcing it in and out. You try to kick him in the head only for him to catch your leg with the hand that previously held your hip, “If you wanted me to eat you out that bad, you should’ve just said so, pretty girl,” Before you can refuse, he throws your legs over his shoulders, and dives in.

His long tongue fucks in and out of your hole, one of his thumbs rubbing your clit. A loud whine escapes your throat before you can stop it, making you feel a wave of disgust for yourself. Bokuto shouldn’t be making you feel good, he’s assaulting you, after all.

But, when his tongue brushed against your g-spot, you can’t help but convulse in pleasure. Thighs quaking, you try to stop yourself from cumming.

“St-stop! I’m, I’m gonna-“ He stops before you can cum, instead, pushing your hips down to where his cock lays against his abs. Forcing the bulbous head against your tiny hole, he pushes harshly, trying to fuck into you like an animal, “No! No! You’re too big! You’re going to tear my-“ With one powerful thrust, he forces his way inside, and you can’t help but scream.

Tears drip down your face at the feeling, your pussy feeling like it’s been ripped open. Bokuto grabs your head, and forces it against his chest, practically making you take one of his pink nipples into your mouth. You’re immediately met with the taste of his vanilla milk, drinking it up as the hucow starts to buck into you at a lightning fast pace.

Your teeth bite down on his nipple, but instead of being angry, he just moans in lust, “Yes! Yes, pretty girl, you’re taking me so well!”

His hand that isn’t cradling your head goes to your tummy, feeling his huge length moving underneath your skin. He presses down a bit, causing another wanton moan to leave to both of you. With this thought in mind, he picks up the pace, practically fucking you into unconsciousness.

Eyes rolling back, your ruined cunny gushed pathetically, coating you and the bull with your juices, “(Nickname), you’re so pretty when you cum,” He continues his breakneck pace, getting close to orgasm himself, “I’m gonna fill you up so good, that you’ll be dripping with my fun for days! Your little womb will be bloated with my fertile cum!”

You try to speak, but you can’t, just continuing to suck his yummy milk from his teat. Walls fluttering with another orgasm, you feel yourself clamping down on his enormous cock.

With one last mighty thrust, he seats himself fully inside of you, cumming directly against your unprotected cervix. A muffled scream erupts from your chest, as you feel your womb expand with copious amounts of beeile cum. Releasing his nipple, you throw your head back, a loud cry echoes throughout the barn, as you squirt once more around his cock.

Now completely filled to the brim, you pass out from the trauma. Entirely exhausted, Koutarou grins down at your bloated form. He rubs your tummy like a Buddha statue, kissing it tenderly.

“You’ll be a good Mommy, I’m sure of it,” he then trails his hand up your abdomen, groping your right tit, “You’ll look so pretty all milky and filled with my calves.”

The sound of a throat clearing gains Bokuto’s attention, as he practically throws his naked body over yours. A loud ‘moo’ of warning escapes his chest, even when he notices that the person is just Ushijima.

“I see that she mates with you well,” His eyes trail over your sleeping face, not straying downwards, “I hope this means that you’ll enter more shows.”

Bo smiles, “Yes. Now I need to show off, so my mate thinks I’m an eligible male.”

Nodding, Ushijima turns on his heal, making his way to leave the barn, “I hope your children take after you in strength. (Your Name) is a lot prettier than you are, so maybe they’ll be pleasing to the eye as well.”

Snorting, the grey haired man’s ears twitch, jingling throughout the room, “You bet she is. She’s perfect.”

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Bakugou Birthday Bash

Yall already know, we gon act like i aint disapear

I got 40 different things that I’m writing about right now but I got to get something out for fireball here. I KNOW I’M LATE ASSHATS CALM DOWN!

Fun Fact: Guys play with our nipples cause they think they feel the same as theirs. This isn’t true because a guy’s nipples are 3 times more sensitive than a female’s.

Fun Fact 2: Getting your cervix hit during intercourse is only pleasurable to VERY few individuals and overall causes pain or discomfort to the majority.

Exhibitionist, 3-some, rough sex, train, consent is sexy, slight dacryphillia

You could feel your heart beating with anticipation, in your mind, you repeat the same mantra over and over again. “This is for Katsuki.” Currently, Bakugou, Kirishima, and yourself were having a movie night. You had spent the day with Katsuki dragging him throughout the city taking him to various places for his 25th birthday.

In the morning, you made him breakfast in bed consisting of smiley face porridge with the eyes being eggs, smile being bacon, with sausage eyebrows. Bakugou was not amused, to say the least. Afterwords you did his hair separating the blond hair into two braids marveling at the black streaks intertwining themselves. “Do you like it?” Bakugou sleepily grunts, burying his face into your cleavage when you finished. “I just want to go back to bed.”Shaking your head you grab your outfit and walk towards the bathroom. “No can do Kats, I go the whole day planned for you, this isn’t going to be like your last birthday.”

After going out to the shooting range, a nearby spa, and having brunch at his parent’s place much to his distress. “Katsuki put a smile on your face for once, you know you love my Unagi!” You laugh as you watch Bakugou pout at the feeling of his mother ruffling his hair. “Shut it old hag..” His father only chuckles before resuming his conversation with you.

When you finished the reunion, you drop Bakugou off at home before going to pick up Kirishima. As you drove back, you could tell Kirishima could sense your nervousness. He placed a hand on your thigh to get your attention, “You know that you can always opt-out of this, I don’t mind we can just have a normal movie night. “This” was a plan that you had both been creating together.

Ever since high school, you knew Bakugou had a soft spot for the redhead going far past causal friendship. And it wasn’t until last year that you accidentallt heard Bakugou mumbling his name in his sleep accompanied by soft moans. At first, you understandably felt a bit jealous despite being in a relationship with Bakugou for the last 6 years but as you thought about things more and more, a mischievous thought came to you, now leading up to the current moment.

“I’m fine Ejirou, this is just something I’m not used to.” you exhale and smile a bit more determined after saying your doubts out loud. “But I can’t back out on my own plan.” Kirishima flashes his signature shark tooth smile before facing forwards again. Now, with both of you sitting with Bakugou in between, the tension was high in the air and it was up to you to make the first move.

“This movie is stupid, why would she even run after him after he called her stupid!” “Uh, Bakugou, you call me and Y/n stupid all the time?” Bakugou huffs leaning back on the couch. “Yeah but that’s different...you are.” You would have laughed if you hadn’t decided to make your move. You rest your arm on Bakugou’s shoulder playing with his braid that had long since frayed from your day’s activities.

He pays no mind, eyes focused on the corny romance movie he rented from Redbox. The movement of bright yellow catches Kirishima’s eyes as the TV screen flashes white from a scene change. He decided to take the more direct approach by putting his hand on Bakugou’s thighs and squeezing the skin there. Katsuki’s hair skips from your grasp as he twitches from the contact. “Hey watch your hands shity hair.”

Kirishima hums but doesn’t move his hand. You allow silence to go on for a moment as Bakugou gets back into his movie. When Bakugou relaxes enough, you snake your hand to his crotch and squeeze his dick through the pants. Bakugou’s attention lands on you almost immediately as his hand clamps down on your wrist. You ignore the tight grasp and rub your thumb over his dick, feeling it twitch with nervous interest.

Bakugou leans towards you harshly whispering, “What are you doing idiot, Ejirou is right here.” You bite your bottom lip before whispering back your reply, “Well you better be quiet then don’t you think Katsuki?” Ruby eyes glared at you but the blond remained silent before gripping his braid nervously. He bounces his left leg as you resume your light teasing and does his best to focus again.

You notice Kirishima’s movements and feel adrenaline run throughout your body. Kirishima does the same as you, whispering in Katsuki’s ear, lips only a breath away from touching skin. “Hey Bakugou, we should have brought some snacks don’t you think? I’m kinda hungry.” Underneath your hand, Bakugou’s breathing falters, “Ah, yeah well you should have brought your own snacks I’m not getting up from here.” Kirishima peeks at you from behind Bakugou’s head sending you a wink.

Rubbing his wrist Kirishima pulls a hair tie from his arm and puts it between his teeth. At the same time, you unzip Bakugou’s pants and make direct contact with his cock. Kirishima focuses on how Bakugou’s adam’s apple bobs when he makes eye contact with him. Bakugou’s eyes watch as Kirishima’s muscles ripple as he ties his hair up into a bun and you resist the urge to laugh as Bakugou’s dick goes full mast making a smacking sound as it hits his stomach.

That seems to bring him back to reality and he quickly covers himself when he catches Eijirou staring at his exposed groin. “Ah shit, what the hell Y/N!?” Bakugou jerks his head towards you accusingly, cheeks red with embarrassment and teeth bared in anger as he prepares to chew you out. Your hand, now resting behind Katsuki, motions Kirishima to Bakugou’s dick as the blond chews you out. “Are you trying to make me fucking upset-ah fuck!”

With one hand by his face to tuck stray hair behind his ear, Kirishima uses his other hand to hold Katsuki’s shaft, hollowing his cheeks around the rest of his dick. The look of confusion was forever present as Katsuki tosses an apologetic look at you willing his eyes to focus despite the sudden onslaught of pleasure. “Sh..Shitty hair what the hell do you think you’re fucking d-doin?!” Bakugou’s hips jerk up as he rises to the top of his toes. He places his hand on top of Kirishima’s head but not to pull him away as he tried to make it seem.

Eijirou jerked his cock delicately before mouthing at Bakugou’s balls that tightened underneath his lips. “I don’t...Y-Y/n fuck, I’m sorry...ah..its....I...feels so damn good1” Remorseful moans leave Katsuki’s mouth as his eyes screw shut. You push his hair away from his face in order to see him better. The hand you had laying in his lap is grabbed and gripped tightly almost as if he was afraid to let go of you.

With his head tossed back, you take the initiative to bite his neck softly, drinking in the whimpers that exit his mouth. “Relax and enjoy your birthday present Katsuki.” You turn on a table lamp and slide to the floor, pulling Kirishima down with you. With the lights now blazing, Bakugou could no longer chalk up the current situation as a really bizarre dream as took in the view of both of you occupying his lap. Kirishima abandons his cock for you to take care of as he slides his tongue up Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“Relax Bakugou and let us take care of you.” Katsuki helplessly grips Kirishima’s shoulder with gritted teeth. “Get your fucking mouth off my nipple asshat...it feels fucking weird.” Both you and Kirishima chuckled at the insults Bakugou attempted to use to hide his embarrassment. Kirishima moans obnoxiously as he rolls Bakugou’s nipple with his tongue before biting down. “You two planned this didn’t you?”

Bakugou’s usual attitude came back before you could even notice and by the time you did, it was too late. The hand that was previously caressing your head tightened against your scalp and you were soon being pushed down Bakugou’s cock. Kirishima looked down at the sound of you choking, eyes going wide at your puffed cheeks and teary eyes, but it was too late for him as well. Kirishima’s man-bun was grabbed and yanked giving Katsuki access to his neck that he abused with bites. “Fucking assholes had me over here confused and shit all for your little birthday present.”

His strokes were slow and torturous to your throat, grinding slowly inside before stopping and holding your face there just to feel your mouth constrict due to limited oxygen. “And how long have you known shitty hair? Tell me the truth and I’ll give you a reward” Kirishima (the snitch) winces as his hair is pulled again. “About half a year.” Bakugou hums and kisses Kirishima. Through watering eyes, you watch as Bakugou forced his tongue inside his best friend’s mouth. “Good boy.” Looking down at you, you feel a shiver go throughout your body and you could tell you were in for a rude awakening.

“Is it safe to assume that you were the source Y/n?” Your forearm is grabbed and you are out on top of Bakugou’s lap. “Yes.” Your answer is rewarded with a slap on your covered ass. “I’m gonna make sure you regret that. Both of you, take off your clothes.” Pouting you poke Bakugou’s chest, “No, that’s not how this is going to work, we both wanted to make you feel good.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking at Kiri who shakes his head innocently disagreeing in order to save his own skin.

“You are gonna make me feel good.” Bakugou slides his hands under your shirt pulling it off. “I’m going to feel so good watching you two break.” Bakugou caresses your chin placing a ginger kiss on your chin before pushing you off. “Now take these damn clothes off.”

You and Eijirou watch him leave the living room and go elsewhere, “We really are in for it aren’t we?” You nod solemnly, “There is nothing good coming out of our bedroom. I'll tell you that Kiri.” Kirishima sat steadily, face and shoulders painted red with a warm blush, “Well at least he took it well.” you jokingly slap Kirishima’s shoulder to ease the throbbing feeling in the pit of your stomach. The male’s eyes look at the hand on his shoulder for a moment, contemplating his next move. You watch, heart rate increasing at the serious look the normally smiling man held. Kirishima grabs your hand and places it over his chest, sliding it down his abdomen effectively bringing you closer to him.

When you were close enough, you and Eijirou lock lips passionately. His right hand held your face gently as his left pulled your lower body towards him. Your mouth consumed the moans Kirishima let out as the tip of his cock caught the rim of your belly button. When you pull away, one of Kirishima’s shark-like teeth nips into your lower lip, drawing blood. The look of you out of breath, chest swelling, and plump kiss-bitten lips turned Kirishima on more than he thought he could be. “She’s sexy without even trying huh?”

Bakugou’s gravel-like voice startles you both, Katsuki walked closer before squatting behind you. Your afro is drawn back by Bakugou and he forcefully kisses you, exploring your mouth feverishly leaving you unable to keep up. You are the one to pull away when you become out of breath and allow yourself to be manhandled against Katsuki’s chest while he leans against the couch. Scarred hands spread your legs exposing you to Kirishima who had no problem ogling you. “You see how wet she is for you shitty hair, don’t let my presence stop you.”

Eijirou scoots closer on his knees, grabbing your legs. When he brings his face closer, Katsuki spreads your pussy lips apart with his index and ring finger, stroking your clit with his middle finger. You sigh into the feeling before jumping when Kirishima slaps your cunt, “Look at that she’s quivering.” Eijirou hikes your legs over his shoulders, burying his face in your warm cunt without a care about your juices covering his face. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking incessantly at the small nub, heightening your pleasure.

Reaching past you, Bakugou holds Kiri’s head and presses his face down into you, “Get in there Eijirou and quit playing before I kick your ass out.” You squeeze your eyes shut as a warm muscle pushes its way inside your needy hole. Your back arches and Bakugou is forced to hold your legs open lest you close them shut on Kirishima’s head. Bakugou leaves tender kisses behind your ear, rubbing your legs tenderly. The touches sent feelings like electricity through your core and you felt your blood race as you came closer to orgasm.

Kirishima laps at your pussy once more before pulling away, leaving you on the very edge of your release making you whine. “She’s so sweet Katsuki.” Kirishima whimpers softly, before messily kissing Bakugou. Their tongues wrapped against each other as they share your taste. From the small of your back, you could feel Bakugou grind his hips against you. You reach your hand down to finish yourself off but without even looking your hand is grabbed by Kirishima who instead guides you to his throbbing cock.

It was red, most likely from the light teased your living room carpet caused while he was eating you out.The groan that you rip from Kirishima as you stroked him, shocked both you and Katsuki.

Kirishima stops the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two. Kirishima’s red eyes narrowed at you as he spoke to Bakugou, “F...Forgive me Bakugou, but I need to be inside someone or someone inside me before I burst.” Bakugou smirks holding your chin so you can look at him, “What do you think princess?” You look at Kirishima who indeed looked to be on his last straw with a smirk. “It’s your birthday Katsuki, you should get first pick.”

Bakugou furrowed his brow more than your thought possible, “You sure you don’t mind?” Playfully biting his cheek you give a reassuring smile, “I planned this baby, if I mined, we wouldn’t be here.” Bakugou grunts in response, giving you time to get off of his lap before pushing Kirishima onto his knees, “Hey asshole, remember that time you painted my gauntlets purple?” Kirishima smirked, “You still mad about that? Lavender is your color Bakubro.” Katsuki glared at the redhead, slapping his ass, “Don’t call me that when I’m going to be balls deep inside you.” Looking back over at you, Bakugou gets an idea, “Stop twiddling your fingers and making me feel bad and get over here.”

You did a shit job at hiding your happiness as you cutely scooted towards the two males. “Shitty hair, you’re going to fuck her while I fuck you, and if you cum inside I’m going to blow your ass off the face of the earth.” It took until Kirishima was positioned over you and Bakugou had taken place behind him that Kirishima finally realized the reality of Bakugou’s threat. “Wait a second, how do you expect me not to cum from all the stimulation?!” You watched Bakugou shrug over Kirishima’s shoulder, “Not my problem.” A disgusting squelching sound is heard and you feel Kirishima shiver as he laid over you. “Have you done this before Katsuki?”

Bakugou was silent and Kirishima’s eyes widened and you quickly grab his face to avoid his fear-stricken expression reaching the excited blond. “He’s got this Kiri, trust me, can’t be any different than normal anal right?!” Kirishima rested his head on your shoulder, kissing the skin there, “Is this you telling me you’ve done anal before?” You both laugh, having a moment of comfort despite the strange situation. “Mmmm.” Kirishima hums quietly, vibrating against your skin, you could feel him rocking against you and most likely against Bakugou’s fingers. “Ahh, fuck~”

“You good Eijirou?” Bakugou rests against Kirishima’s body, biting his shoulder blade. “Y-yeah, I’m good.” Reaching in between the two of you, and you felt him lining himself against your opening. “Ah, you’re...you’re not wet anymore. I’m sorry.” Kirishima puts his fingers in his mouth, briefly stopping to whimper loudly around them, “Ah there it is.” Bakugou smirks from behind Kirishima, and judging on how much Kirishima starts to shake, he repeatedly abuses said spot. It is then your turn to feel pleasure as Kirishima takes the task to finger you open.

You raise your legs and wrap them around Kirishima’s back to get a better angle and the room is mostly silent besides the obvious noises of prep. Something that made both you and Bakugou dawn a notable smirk was how loud Kirishima was being compared to the rest of you. From Bakugou’s end, Kirishima was fucking himself back on his fingers sucking them in greedily, hips rotating just to be able to feel his prostate being stimulated again. From your end, Kirishima’s hands shook as he tried to angle himself inside of you so much so you had to help him. “I’m so damn close, fuck. Bakugou you gotta give me a moment man!”

Both you and Kirishima moaned when Bakugou smacked the red head’s ass causing his hips to jerk forward. “You better hold it in, I haven’t even started yet dumbass.” Kirishima grunted as Bakugou penetrated him. “Y/n, I can’t, fuck I can’t!” Eijirou had his eyes clenched shut. Bakugou snapped his hips against him, making Kirishima fuck you as well, “Come on Eijirou, you can do it, you feel so good.”

Kirishima’s cock curved right, making your toes curl from the stimulation. Bakugou held onto Kirishima’s hips hard, most likely to leave indents later on. Kirishima propped himself up on his elbows and thrust into you, simultaneously meeting Bakugou’s thrusts. “Y/n, you feel so damn good. So fucking w-warm!” You bear down on Kirishima’s cock, squeezing around him. “Why are you talking so much Eijirou, you close to cumming?” Kirishima narrowed his eyes at Bakugou’s taunt, “Fuuck, Y/n why does it feel like he’s getting harder, eveRy time.” The sound of Kirishima’s voice cracking was comical yet arousing.

Your fingers curl on Kirishima’s back as his thrusts got sporadic occasionally thrusting so hard he grazed your cervix, causing brief discomfort. “Your so damn tight, Eijirou, damn!” Bakugou’s stomach contorted with each thrust, feeling Kirishima’s hole constrict around his cock at every drag. It was as if Kirishima was simply a doll between the two of you, that you used as a stress ball. Kirishima was loud at this point, gripping the sheet around your head hard enough for him to rip even without activating his quirk.

Wordless babbles, left his mouths, his eyes rolled behind his head, as Bakugou speeds up. “You should see the look on his face Katsuki!” Kirishima kisses you roughly as a way to combat your teasing. His tongue lazily roams your mouth, lips vibrating at the broken moans you both let out from Bakugou’s brutal onslaught.

Kirishima quieted, your ears barely picking up on him muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly. “B-Bakugou, stop, I’m gonna cum, let me pull out.” Kirishima tosses his hand back, brushing it against Bakugou’s abdomen in an effort to slow him down. “What nonsense are you speaking Eijirou? We aren’t stopping till I cum” Bakugou grabs Kirishima’s struggling arm, and holds it behind his back. The rest of Kirishima’s weight flops down on you creating sweet friction against your clit, and Kirishima’s modestly trimmed bush of hair. You hold Kiri closer with your legs as your orgasm builds to greater heights. “But you said-” “I know what I said dumbass, and it still stands. Now shut up and take it.”

Eijirou moans as Bakugou speeds up his thrusts. Bakugou holds him down by his shoulder no longer giving Kirishima space to even thrust into you. Bakugou relents on thrusting and instead relies on the sheer force his weight caused every time he slammed down on Kirishima’s hips. “Bakugou-” “Shut up for fuck sakes!” Bakugou clamps his hands on Kirihsima’s mouth and nose, cutting off his hair flow. You grab “Katuski’s hair and pull him towards you in a violent kiss.

You make a sound of alarm at the feeling of warmth feeling your body. Bakugou uncovers Kirishima’s mouth feeling him tighten so hard around his dick and Bakugou cums as well after a few weak thrusts. Kirishima had tears of overstimulation flowing down his face, mouth open as he continued to pump hot cum into your hole. “Damn you really couldn’t hold on huh?” Kirishima shook his head, clearly on cloud nine, still filling you with so much cum, you contemplated on taking to brands of birth control. Bakugou looked down at you, watching as you pet Eijirou’s head reassuringly. “Did you cum?” You shook your head, kissing Eijirou’s temple.

Bakugou nodded before jerking Kirishima’s legs pulling him out of you at the same time making you both hiss from the pinch-like pain. Bakugou turns Kirishima on his back and helps your straddle him. Staring up at you with wide eyes, Kirishima felt like prey under the watch of hungry lions.

“What...what’s going on guys?” Your thumb rubs over Kirishima’s hardened nipples, watching his toned belly contort from the external stimulation. “Kiri..” you pout your lips mockingly before grabbing Kirishima’s cock that laid limp against his stomach. His red eyes followed your body down to your pussy. You rubbed his dick over your cunt, hovering over him. His hips twitching when your thumb presses down underneath his girthy head.

“I haven’t came yet.”

#bakugou smut #kirishima smut #kiribaku x reader #black reader smut #mha black reader smut #birthday smut

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hyuckssunchip · 4 years ago

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You’re mine, got it?

Pairings: Johnny x Reader

Words: 1.2K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), just SMUT, corruption kink, mirror sex, dirty talk, fingering

Synopsis:

there’s no plot... just smut😳

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He whispered into your ear, the naughtiest things that you could imagine, pulling your head back so that you were forced to stare at yourself.

“Fuck. Look at yourself baby. All wet and horny for me already. You have no fucking idea how bad I’ve wanted to wreck you.”

Johnny’s lips left wet kisses down your neck, marking you as he pleased, there was no will in you to protest.

His hand traveled down your waist, leaving sharp tingling sensations that had your toes curling.

“I want to hear you begging like the dirty slut that I know you can be.”

You watched as your face turned bright red at his words. You weren’t used to this sort of talk, but he had your stomach somersaulting. You squeezed your legs together, trying to get as much friction as you could.

“Uh-uh baby.” He used his hands to pull your legs apart, baring the most private parts of you. His hand teased at you, not quite touching you where you needed him the most.

He grinned at the way you squirmed, gripping you tighter. “Are you gonna be a good girl and beg for me? Hmmm?”

You let out a whine, lifting your hips and chasing his fingers. Johnny clicked his tongue at you. “Beg for it. Words baby.”

A strangled gasp left you, “Please... please touch me Johnny.”

“Where?”

Your mind was running wild at this point, desperate for his touch, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“Baby, what do you want me to do?”

“Finger me, please.” You threw away all your pride and embarrassment, choosing that the pleasure that would follow was much more important. “I want your fingers in my pussy please.”

Johnny’s eyes darkened with lust, boring into you as he raked over your body.

“Spit.”

You complied, watching him in the reflection as you took his fingers into your mouth and letting go with a pop. Johnny’s eyes locked on string of drool that trailed from your puffed up lips to his fingers.

“Fuck.”

He didn’t waste a second as his fingers danced over your already soaked core. Your head rolled back against his chest, moaning at the feeling that his expert fingers had over you.

His fingers rolled over you clit, eliciting a shock that had you squirming towards his touch, wanting more.

“You like that baby?”

You turned your head, digging into his neck and landing sloppy kisses over his skin to stop you from moaning out.

“Answer me.” He growled into your ear, picking up the pace of his fingers.

“Yes. Fuck, yes I like it.”

Your head was spinning at the familiar rise in your stomach, you were getting close.

“What do you like?”

He nipped at your ear, smirking at the feeling of you clenching around his digits.

“I like it when you play with me, when you play with my pussy.”

“Who’s fingers do you like in your cunt? Hmm?”

“Yours. God, please.” You groaned out, letting out a string of curses as it hit your sweet spot.

You whimpered as he pulled his fingers away, leaving you with no choice but to clench around nothing.

“Look at yourself. Look at yourself baby, dripping for me.” He dipped his fingers back into your hole, shoving escaped pleasure back into you.

A moan slipped past your lips as he brought his fingers up to your mouth, pushing you to taste yourself.

“You like that?” He kneaded at your breasts, tweaking your already sensitive nubs. He suddenly pushed you up, forcing you onto all fours, and using his fingers to swipe up your backside.

You pushed against his fingers, needing more.

Johnny snickered at the sight. “Look at you, begging for me.”

He leaned against you, the muscles on his bare chest sticking to your back. You could feel his length through his pants, digging into your backside, and you almost moaned just at the idea of him taking you from behind.

“Do you want me to wreck your cunt? Fuck you so that you can’t stand?”

As he sucked on your earlobe, your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. You gasped as he pushed against you, grinding against your ass as his hands gripped your hips tightly.

“Say it for me.”

“Please...”

“Say it. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you like the slut you are.”

You shivered at his words.

“Fuck. God damn it, fuck me Johnny. I want to you take me from behind.”

“Are you gonna be a good slut for me?” He teased you, rubbing your heated core.

“Yes.”

“I wanna hear it.”

“Yes, let me be a slut for you. Please, I’m your slut.”

He was seemingly satisfied with your words, and you heard the fabric of his pants being discarded somewhere else in the room.

You moaned at the way that he teased you, barely pressing his tip against your sensitive whole.

“You gonna be a good cum slut and take it?”

“Yes.” God, you wanted nothing more.

Without warning Johnny slammed into you, stretching you out almost painfully. He pulled you closer against him, using your hips as a vantage point.

Johnny started off slow, grinding in deeper and not bothering to thrust despite your whines begging him.

He pulled your head up with his fist tangled into your hair. “Look at that. My baby being a good little slut and taking me so well. Watch me take you from behind.”

Your mouth nearly watered at the sight of him behind you, your pussy swallowing his dick.

“You like that?”

He pulled out and thrusted into you once, watching as your body was sent forward by the force.

“Shit.” He mumbled under his breath.

It was like that was his breaking point, because not a moment later he pounded into you at an unrealistic pace.

His hand left your hair, gripping at every possible part of your body. His hands roamed from your waist, hips, breasts, to your clit. As he rubbed at your clit, your breathing picked up, already feeling like you were close.

But he didn’t slow. He pulled you up and on top of him so he could thrust up into you, not even bothering to pull out at the sudden change.

He watched you in the mirror, enjoying the way that your breasts bounced at his every thrust. His fingers didn’t slow either, the feeling making your mouth fall open slightly.

Johnny groaned, his eyes raking over your body, until he felt himself getting close. He rested his forehead against you back, leaving slopping kisses on your skin.

“Fuck, Johnny I’m so close.” You moaned out, pushing against him.

“Me too, just a little longer baby. I’m close.” He panted out, picking up the pace.

You mewled at the way that he started hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

“Shit, I can’t Johnny. I’m gonna cum.” You barely breathed out, trying your best to hold out.

“I know. Fuck.”

You reached around behind you, gripping your fingers into his hair, tugging roughly. This was enough to set Johnny over the edge.

“I’m cumming. I can’t.” You gasped out, his hips stuttering as his fingers grew faster. The feeling made you clench around him and the way that your cunt clinged on to his cock, had him shoot his load into you.

You rested your head against his chest, watching the mirror through hooded eyes. Together, the two of you regained your breath, the sound of breathing filling the room.

“Shit, you sucked me dry baby.”

You smiled exhaustedly at his words, his lips making rounds on your collarbones.

“You’re mine, got it?”

There’s no one else’s you’d rather be.

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a-detraque-barista · 4 years ago

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Sweet Milk Tea

Jeon Jungkook x Shy Reader

Genre: s m u t, 18+, college, soft boi gguk

Word Count:1.8k+

Warnings: big dicc kook, unprotected sex, sensitive thighs??, insecurity (you and jungkook), jungkook enjoys eating you out a lil too much

A/N: wassup my honey buns~ just thought i’d drop this filthy self-indulgent trash here and leave until one of my wips get done...this is straight smut and very little plot :D

“At least I don’t go around parading my dick to all the girls in our course!” your voice cracked but it somehow didn’t throw off the menacing tone.

Everyone looked at you as if you were mental. You couldn’t blame them, it was the first time they had ever heard your voice. The first time you had snapped at anybody in front of them, or in general.

You weren’t one for talking to people you didn’t know very well. It just didn’t come as naturally as it did for others. It’s made you a societal recluse and most of the time, you didn’t mind it. And the looks on your classmates’ faces gave you a major confidence boost.

“At least people actually like me,” the asshole known as Jungkook hissed.

And there goes that confidence. Sure, you always claimed you don’t care about what other people think. However, just like any other human, we want someone to like us to create friendships and relationships.

Just like that, you walked out of the classroom and down the long hallway as if it was a normal day. The only thing different, you had tears in your eyes that were threatening to fall at any moment.

As you were just walking out of one of the exits, you felt someone grab your shoulder and pull you back. Your face met a solid chest, noticing the black leather jacket, you knew exactly who it was. When you went to pull away his arms tightened refusing to let go.

“I’m sorry.”

❦❦❦

Jungkook had you pinned beneath him on his bed. How this happened was a mystery. You had agreed to go to his apartment because he wanted to give you a sincere apology. What you said was over the line as well so you agreed. Everything was fine and dandy until syrup for the milk tea had splashed on your face and neck, even ending up on your shirt.

Seeing you in his shirt had Jungkook growing an erection. You just looked so cute, so fuckable. His cock decided it was time for Jungkook’s wet dreams to come true.

Especially now with such a bratty look on your face, all he needed was a solid yes, “Tell me, my love. Do you want me?”

You nodded, already wanting to feel him. Jeon Jungkook was sex on legs and you refused to admit how many times you’ve thought about him with your hand down your pants. He clicked his tongue, “I need your words.”

“I want you, Jungkook.”

Hearing his name come from your lips, had a shutter going down his spine. His lips crashed into yours as he firmly pressed his muscular thigh against your clothed pussy. He swallowed your gasps and quiet whimpers. Gradually, Jungkook applied more pressure but now he was rubbing his thigh back forth.

You were trying so hard to hold back your moans and whimpers making the man above you smirk into the kiss. Even as he pulled away breathless, he had that grin on his face. Your sounds were stroking his ego at this point leading him to lick and kiss your neck to see what else can make such adorable noises leave you.

He could still taste the remnants of the syrup on your skin. He was so very tempted to lick every part of your neck, just to make sure all of it was gone. But he removed his shirt from you instead. Placing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck, leaving behind a trail of purple and red marks.

You could feel your clit throbbing, begging for more attention. Jungkook could feel your hips move, creating friction against his bulge. He groaned before ripping your bra apart and began palming your breasts. He wanted you so bad but he didn’t want to rush things.

Jungkook wasn’t sure if you would wake up tomorrow and never want to see him again. He wanted to make sure even if you do want to forget about him, you won’t be able to forget the way he made you feel. His insecure thoughts were interrupted once he noticed you squirming from the addition of his muscles flexing.

You were still keeping as much noise in as possible. Jungkook wondered how much teasing it would take until you gave up. With a grin he trailed his hands down your body, squeezing every now and then. One particular squeeze of your upper thighs had made you gasp. He froze before gently digging the tips of his fingers into the area causing you to whine.

He wanted to hear you whine again and again.

Jungkook finally tucked his fingers into the waistline of your jeans and panties and slid them completely off. Your lips were glistening and puffy. He couldn’t help but flatten his tongue and dragged it between your folds. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his skull at just the taste of you. The moan that escaped your lips didn’t help his grip on sanity.

With his control slipping, he started sucking and slurping like he was a man starving. Now you could no longer hold back your moans. And they only encouraged Jungkook even more. He kept his hands busy with massaging the upper part of your thighs making your moans sound whinier. His grip was sure to leave bruises for you to find in the next few days, reminding you of your time with the inky-haired boy.

Jungkook reluctantly let one of your thighs go to slowly slip his index finger into your tight pussy. Moving his mouth up to your clit he licked and suckled to his heart’s content. Your hands found their place in his raven curls, slightly tugging making Jungkook growl.

He couldn’t keep himself from bucking his hips into the mattress to get some kind of friction. He moaned into your pussy as he inserted a second finger. Gently stretching you so you can take him with as little pain as possible. Soon he added a third and picked up the speed he was thrusting at. You began to feel the tell-tale knot in your lower abdomen and Jungkook felt the way you started to quiver.

Right before the knot came undone, he pulled away. But he didn’t pull away enough to make your fingers leave his hair, which you tugged on in frustration.

“Jungkook damn it, I almost came,” you groaned taking your hands away from his scalp to perch yourself up on your elbows. He grumbled with the absence of your hands but loved the attitude you showed. So he sat back on his heels while running his hands along your thighs.

“But I didn’t want you to come just yet, my love. Be patient and I’ll give exactly what you want,” his deepened voice made the blush come back to your face full force.

Licking his lips, he started to undress. Shirt, pants, and underwear made their way to the floor. His cock sprung up and leaked precum. It was enough for him to slick his dick with, stroking it just for more precum to escape.

Jungkook would love to see your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, gagging on it. But both of you have waited long enough. He tucked his hands under your waist and flipped you onto your stomach, lifting until your hands and knees held you up. The bulbous head pressed through your lips and against your entrance. You were so wet for him, making both his cock and your cunt glisten.

You wiggled your hips a bit, the anticipation beginning to become too much. He chuckled before pushing in. Jungkook took his time, making sure to stretch you out properly. Shifting his hips back every inch before pushing in more than he had previously.

Never having taken such a girthy and long cock, the sting felt delicious as it made your walls form to his dick perfectly. The slight curve of his shaft made the head rub against that one special spot. Your breathy moans got louder the farther he went in. Jungkook growled and groaned above you.

Once his cock completely sheathed inside of you, grating his hips against your ass felt like he was trying to go even deeper. Jungkook thrusted slow and shallow, wanting to let you get adjusted. When you pushed back he got the hint and pulled out farther only to slam back into your tight cunt.

His head rolled back as he gradually picked up his pace but it snapped back up hearing your load and wanton moans. God, why did you have to sound wonderful? He wanted to make you moan so much your throat would get raw. Your arms could no longer hold yourself up, causing you to be muffled by his pillows. Jungkook didn’t appreciate the decreased volume of your beautiful sounds so he wrapped his arms under your tits and just above your mound.

His pace quickened as did his breaths, “Look at you, getting destroyed by my cock. What a mess. Can’t even stop moaning for me.”

You whined in response to his words as you could no longer create coherent sentences. It was almost becoming too much, your denied release coming back even harder. Jungkook’s pace became sloppy, the build-up paying off.

“Want my cum? Tell me, what do you want? Use that pretty mouth of yours,” Jungkook’s voice was now gravelly as he reached down to your clit but didn’t apply pressure.

“Please-please, I want your cum,” you gasped out, barely audible, but he accepted that.

Jungkook made quick, fast circles around your clit, causing your whole body to shake as your walls clenched and milked his cock. Feeling you tighten and quiver, Jungkook’s cock twitched and painted your walls. He laid both of you down, grinding his hips against yours until your cunt sucked him dry. He made sure not to put all of his weight on you while the two of you came down from cloud nine.

Jungkook kissed the nape of your neck before moving down to your shoulder. He couldn’t help but love the feeling of you breathless beneath him. The feeling of you both spent and tired together, trying to catch your breaths. Jungkook was reluctant to pull his softening cock out of you but he did nonetheless.

Leaving the room to get a damp cloth and clean the two of you up. You rolled onto your side facing him after he laid back down, also on his side. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. He could see the look on your face that held uncertainty. His mind went to the thought of you regretting ever coming to his apartment. Until you spoke.

“I’m sure you want me to leave now right?”

Jungkook’s eyes widening, just now seeing the insecurity in your eyes. He sighed as he leaned down to gingerly kiss your lips, “No, I want you to stay. Unless you want to leave.”

You shook your head and kissed his nose, “I wanna stay, until you don’t want me to.”

He chuckled before cuddling up with you and pulled the covers over, “Good thing I never want you to.”

#bts jeon jungkook #bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #college jungkook #shy reader #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook smut #jeon jeongguk #slight dom jungkook

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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0X1=?, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You were one and he made you both zero. He has it all, a stable life, all that money, a wife lined up, and your body as his drug, him coming back for hit after hit. They called you a bad influence. You called yourself Jeon Jungkook's ex.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; angst; cheating; stereotyping of tattoos; reader is verbally abused by JK's wealthy parents; JK and reader are foolish, wounded animals and act accordingly; rough hate sex (fem reader, biting / marking / scratching, f and m-receiving oral, cowgirl, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - exes, tattooed, rich!Jungkook x rebellious!reader, ft cameo of Kim Taehyung as JK's best friend

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now playing – 0X1=LOVESONG (i know i love you) by txt ft. pH-1, Woodie Gochild, Seori

"I hate you."

"Join the club. Current members, me."

He narrowed his eyes and tossed his keys onto the table next to the door, kicking off his sneakers.

"We gonna fuck or what?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You tell me you hate me and then you want to fuck?"

"Stranger things have happened. I could tell you I love you."

You made a gagging noise. "Disgusting."

He pretended to be shocked. "How could you say such a thing?"

You slammed the door shut and walked past him, not saying anything. You heard him stride behind you, following to your bedroom.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Right, and I'm a dog. We done lying now?"

"You are a dog," you replied, falling onto the bed.

His head popped into view, long black hair hanging down, half of it pinned back to reveal his undercut and two dangling black earrings on his right ear.

"You fuck dogs? Nasty. I'm not into bestiality, sorry."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Shut the fuck up, Jungkook."

Jeon Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, adjusting his black turtleneck by hooking a finger on the collar and sliding it from side to side, the small tattoos on his knuckles and fingers dancing with the action.

"Why are you stressed like a nun?"

He clicked his tongue. "Her idea of getting freaky was trying to chew my neck off. Went full piranha on me."

You snorted. "Maybe you deserve it. Would have saved me the trouble."

"Ha, ha, very funny."

He glared at you and you glared back from the bed.

"So, how was fucking my best friend?" he snapped.

You scoffed. "I didn't fuck Taehyung. I told you already."

"That's not what he said."

"So what? I've never seen his dick or had it near my pussy. If he wants to make up shit, that's his prerogative."

Jungkook didn't look like he believed you, but you weren't the one cheating on your girlfriend with your ex, so it wasn't something you cared about. He narrowed his eyes.

"Swear."

"On what?" you shot back. "Your right nut?"

"Your life."

You snorted. "Well apparently to you, that ain't worth shit."

He was reaching for the bottom of his turtleneck and pulling it up and over his head. You felt a tinge of annoyance, seeing the dark, spotted bites on his side and shoulder. He yanked the article of clothing over his head and you spied the one on his neck, a blotted, messy patch of red-purple. It was ugly on his pretty tan skin.

You could do better.

"Your girlfriend know the meaning of sexy?"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"That's not what she or your parents think."

"She and my parents can suck each other's dicks."

"Didn't know you liked dick. Guess that's why we didn't work out."

He tossed his turtleneck aside and growled, crawling onto the bed. Large, powerful, shoulders flexing, copious black tattoos covering his right arm and shoulder, a full sleeve. On the inside of his right bicep was a skull with a knife in its head.

You picked that one, a long time ago.

You looked into his eyes.

He had noticed you glancing at it.

She's ruining your life! Look at you! Tattoos all over your arm and hand! How could you get these ugly things?

Jungkook didn't say anything. He just grabbed your arm and started yanking your clothes off, just like how you grabbed his pants and started pulling them off his body, throwing them violently aside.

Don't you dare speak to our son ever again, you good-for-nothing whore. You think we wouldn't notice your poisonous influence sullying him? It took us months to find a nice, sensible girl willing to put up with your mistakes!

Hands and skin and teeth and hate, tumbling onto the covers, the taste of his flesh on your tongue and his cologne attacking your nose, his large hands gripping your soft thighs, pushing them apart, looking down into those chocolate eyes, the voices melding together, arguments, tirades, chaos, a fucking mess of you biting your tongue while Jungkook stood there and did nothing to defend you.

I hate you so fucking much, Jungkook!

And calling my parents dogs licking the shit off countryside roads is any better? The fuck is wrong with you?!

They were eating me alive in there and you said nothing! Absolutely nothing! I'd go to hell and back for you and you couldn't even say a single fucking word!

You were in hell. You came back.

And now you were in hell again.

"Damn, she must be fucking horrible at making you feel good if you keep coming to me."

Jungkook rolled his eyes and you clamped your thighs around his head, nearly a triangle choke as you dragged him along the sheets, him half-crawling to follow you, shuddering at the close proximity of your pussy to his face. When he spoke, his warm breath saturated your wetness.

"She doesn't even taste half as good as you and never fucking listens when I tell her what I like," he grumbled.

"Yeah? You tell her you like it when you shove your face into pussy?"

He scowled.

"Like I said, she doesn't taste good. I never give her head."

And he attached his lips to your heat, slurping noisily, sighing in satisfaction as you squeezed his head with your thighs, hot and slick tongue sparking your sensitive skin, fuck, yes, this is what pussy should taste like, so sweet, fuck, familiar and erotic, his hands sliding up and gripping your ass, firm and solid while staring up at you, opening his mouth and letting you see the pink, wet muscle flick and dance over your clit, ghosting it with pleasure but not giving it to you, your honey-like juices glistening on his lips and chin.

You clenched your jaw. "Get serious already. Stop fucking around."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes.

"I'm always serious with you."

His lips closed in and he made your mind go blank, soft black hair fanning out on your thigh, fast, swift, powerful licks all over your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shocks and jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine from your core, one of your hands twisting in his hair, bunching it up, his sharp jaw cutting into your inner thighs because you were squeezing so hard, but Jungkook didn't care, always saying, do it, choke me with your thighs, if I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die eating you out, his long fingers splayed out over your ass and pushing your hips into his face, making you hump his waiting mouth and his punishing tongue, hot flames of desire taking over, your head tipping back, pulling on his long hair, moans of his name tumbling from your throat, suck harder, fuck, seeing black from the sudden blinding tension, his skillful tongue fiercely teasing your engorged clit in the overwhelming tightness, snapping the strings of sanity.

"J-Jungkook!"

The impossible high, the violent shivers, shooting into accelerated free-fall, your fingers unclasping from his hair and pushing his head into your throbbing core, his tongue shoving into your folds and moaning at the sensation of your muscles clamping around it, sucking it all out, your orgasm consumed by his greedy mouth.

Your name vibrated in your own pussy, delivered by sinning lips and hazy dark brown orbs drugged with lust.

Back then, when it was falling apart, you told Jungkook all sorts of things and he said all sorts of things back. Painful things, hateful things, pitiful things, pointless things, never having a real conversation about how deeply he hurt you.

Only later, a strange moment, seeing Jungkook at your front door, seeing it in his eyes. Something different.

He asked you if you wanted to fuck with no strings attached.

You bit back, as wounded animals do.

Why? You were such a waste of time.

Jungkook didn't know it, but his next words made you agree to this ridiculous arrangement.

Yeah, but I was your waste of time and that's all I ever wanted to be.

When he kissed you now, it was hungry and heady, drunk on your taste and you, forcing his tongue into your mouth and thrusting into your lips. Tangled bodies, tangled tongues, tangled minds, falling into the bed, his hands in your hair and yours in his, whispers of, she'll never make you feel as good as I can make you feel, your lips and tongue all over his jaw and ear, biting down on it, earrings jingling against your cheek, his moan above your head as you traveled down, marking his skin with sharp bites and thick swipes of saliva, pretty pink marks all over his torso, contrasting the bruises.

"Of course not," Jungkook panted, a shuddering groan torn out of his throat as your nails raked down his back and then glided back up, fingertips pressing into the irritated skin, soothing it. "She never fucking listens to me or my body because she's an idiot."

You traced the curves of his muscles, lips ghosting kisses, hot and soft and sharp from breath and tongue and teeth, his body becoming yours from persistent, familiar touch, his name in your mouth and on his skin, your saliva dripping over his hard, thick length, and then your mouth was on it, his taste on your tongue, in your throat, and in your memory.

Jungkook moaned your name.

With longing, pain, and love.

When's the wedding?

Next year.

Huh. Good for you.

No, it isn't, and you know it. Bet you're glad I'm going to be miserable forever.

You've made me miserable forever, so serves you right.

"Get off, I don't want to blow my load in two seconds, fuck!"

You swallowed him as deep as you could and then pushed your head down so the tip was buried into your throat, swelling and twitching at the unbearable, euphoric constriction.

"F-Fuck, please, let go, fuck... oooh, shit..."

Your tongue outlined the underside of his length, humming around his cock, rubbing the base of the head and straining to slurp at it, letting him hear you, lewd, obscene, unafraid.

If he really wanted to, he could pull out now.

Jungkook breathed your name, savoring every syllable.

You stared into dark brown eyes, black pupils expanded, watching his jaw flinch and his shoulders shake, black tattoos shivering as you slowly removed your tight mouth, popping it off his cock with a wet plop.

His normally smooth, silvery voice was trembling, the pleasure deepening it.

"God, I hate you."

Jungkook and you could say it a thousand times, a million times, for all of time, and both of you would know neither ever meant it.

I love you.

Get out, Jungkook.

But–

Get the fuck out! You think you can fuck me and tell me you love me? Like that's going to somehow negate all the previous bullshit you put me though? No. Take your clothes and your pathetic self and get out. Come crawling back to me on your knees when she reaffirms to you that I'll be the best fuck you'll ever have.

He would. He did.

Over and over.

You towered over him now, waiting for him to roll the condom down, watching his face as you sank down onto his stiff length, seeing the elation, the gratification, the absolute bliss in the way your pussy suffocated him, tight, wet, his, your head dipping down and taking his lips, yours, fitting yourself around his girth that became harder as you bottomed out, his moan feathering over your lips as you rolled your hips into his with a firm smack.

"Oh, fuck, feels so fucking good..."

He knows you're not going to fuck someone else. You have to see other people so he finally realizes how important you are to him.

That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard in my life, Taehyung.

If you don't refuse him, he won't change.

I was never important enough to him in the first place.

Those chocolate orbs watching you, his strong hands on your hips, fingers pressing into your skin and leaving crescents of his nails, matching your pace, harsh, deep slaps of skin to skin, your name on the tip of his tongue, balanced in the tightrope of all or nothing, zero or one.

They want me to take over the family business.

Having a trophy wife is important for that kinda shit.

You're the perfect trophy.

Yeah, me and my mechanical heart.

Jungkook switched your positions, rolling over and pinning you down, perfect white teeth sinking into his pink lower lip, the black mole underneath prominent against his tense jaw, fucking you into your mattress, panting, giving you his all, aching pleasure with every rough thrust, your back arching and hands on his long black hair, clutching his head and raising your hips to meet that full hardness and to hit your favorite spot, sending bursting sparks of ecstasy up your spine and into your lungs, rendering you airless.

Nothing but pleasure, nothing but need, nothing but physicality.

“Look at me,” Jungkook rasped, hoarse from breathing so hard.

You lowered your head and raised an eyebrow. His parted lips had small cuts from stress-biting them. His tan skin was as lovely as ever, dotted with small moles on his nose, cheek, neck, underneath his lip, kisses from the moon, not bothering to wear makeup to cover them. He never did, not with you, not when his time could be better utilized being all over you. Dark brows and chocolate eyes, large, sharp, expressive, beautiful, your Jungkook.

Your country, your world, your universe.

You smirked as you looked at that face. He cocked a brow, black curls falling over his eye as you lifted your hand.

“You know what would piss them off?”

You didn’t need to say who.

He clicked his tongue and slammed his hips down on you, but you only clenched around him, causing him to pause and savor the feeling. His length wrapped in your warmth, connected in the most visceral way, his breath mixing with your breath. Dark brown orbs on you, half-lidded and shadowed by his lashes and long hair.

“What?”

You pushed his hair aside and traced his right eyebrow, stroking the hairs of the tail.

“If you got a face piercing.”

Jungkook grinned, low chuckle in his throat. “Yeah?”

You lifted yourself up to smack your hips into him, holding onto his broad shoulders with your other arm to balance yourself, devious smirk on your lips.

“You won’t do it.”

He leaned down, putting more force into each thrust. Your grip tightening, gasping into his face, eye to eye, dragged along by Jungkook’s intensity and passion, breathing in his exhale, drinking in his fervor, blind to the wrongness, deaf to everything but the sound of bodies, wetness to hardness, and the way he said your name, like there was nothing else, nothing but you and him and ecstasy, nothing but the sensation of how hard and how full his cock felt when he was inside you, nothing but how strongly and viciously you pulsed around him, toppling over the edge, moaning his name and staring into his eyes, into the eyes of the one that made you orgasm and mean it with every fiber of your being.

“Jungkook…”

He sucked in a breath and gasped your name, cock twitching and spurting into the condom, plunging forward, kissing you hungrily and deeply, shoulders shaking in your hands, stealing your breath, muffled cries sliding into your throat from his, anguish at the force of his climax, sweeping you up with him.

It was a long kiss.

He finally broke it, heavy exhale against your lips, not lifting his head, his black hair spilling all over your face, not letting you see anything.

Mouthing words against your cheek that you could feel, but it was a silent utterance, a soundless scream into the abyss that he alone was sinking, living a life without you.

Enjoy your piranha.

Ha, ha, very funny.

She’s not gonna notice?

He hadn’t said anything, pulling his turtleneck over his head and shaking out his long black hair like a dog. You had pulled your blankets over your naked body and looked away, not wanting to see him any longer.

You’re trash, Jungkook.

Yeah, but I could buy you a Louis Vuitton bag, easy.

You’ve been hanging around your parents too much. I don’t give a shit about your money or your influence and I never did.

Everyone likes money.

Everyone likes you too. Oh, wait, except me. I guess I’m excluded from everyone.

He hadn’t said anything more. You didn’t tell him goodbye when he left.

You waited until your heart became numb again. Then you mechanically crawled out of bed and cleaned up all traces of his existence, going all the way outside to dispose of the condom and the wrapper so you wouldn’t accidentally look at them in the trash later. You put your clothes back on, one by one, and went about your day. And the next day. And the next. And the.

And.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” you would say to whoever asked. You would smile and nod.

Time went on.

You would open the door and no one was there.

You would close the door and go back inside.

You would open the door.

And Jeon Jungkook was there, with a cut on his lip and a black-purple bruise underneath his left eye.

His right eyebrow was slightly swollen, two stainless steel balls connected by a silver bar pierced into the end of his brow. His clothes were torn up, his white dress shirt dirtied and his dark wash jeans torn, brown mud caked on one knee. He looked at you, chest shuddering, wheezing for breath.

“Hah…”

He smirked, the gesture not reaching his eyes. Those dark brown orbs were desolate, numb. He wiped his lip with the back of his hand and winced.

“I think they’re mad at me.”

You raised your eyebrows.

He flicked a hand through his now short black hair and ticked his head. “They told me not to show my face in front of them ever again and that I can kiss my inheritance goodbye.”

You leaned against your doorframe. “They took the silver spoon from your mouth over an eyebrow piercing?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I guess it pissed them off when I said I wasn’t going to take it out.”

He made eye contact and you saw him trying to tell you that he had changed.

Well.

Was forced to change, now poor and cast away.

“I know you said I was a waste of time,” Jungkook sighed, heavy and remorseful. “But I was your waste of time and that was all I ever wanted to be.”

You looked into those chocolate orbs that always told you they loved you.

“They knew, huh?”

He smiled ruefully. “I didn’t try to hide it. She knew, they knew, they probably all knew where I went.”

“And what will you do when they ask you to come back?”

Jungkook stood at your doorstep and told you words that you had always wanted to hear, but he had been too afraid to say, afraid of the repercussions, confused of his own feelings, too selfish at the time to realize how much he had hurt you. Time and emptiness had taught him pain and taught him what it meant to be without.

The time taught him how it felt to be not one, but zero.

“Tell them I should have left a long time ago and stayed with you, because you always let me be whoever I wanted to be even though all I was doing was wasting your time.”

He faced you, you and your mechanical heart that he created with his silence.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology meant nothing to you, far too late.

“Now I have nothing but time.”

It never mattered. You always knew Jungkook was sorry from the moment he asked to fuck with no strings attached. It was for him and for you. For him to touch you once more, even if it was all a lie, and for you and your mechanical heart, cleaning off the rust and giving it a moment to feel. He knew. You knew.

Without each other, you were both zeros when you could have been one.

And it was all his fault.

I know you’re not here, but I love you, Jungkook.

You sighed.

Then you shrugged.

“Yeah, well, I got nothing but time too.” You tilted your head, chuckling. “And even now, I waste it on you.”

Jungkook smiled sadly. He didn’t ask to be forgiven. He didn’t ask to be invited in. He just stood at your doorstep, finally able to say the words he should have said. He didn’t ask you to love him. You already knew he loved you. He mouthed it all the time, I love you, against your cheek, after each and every rendezvous, without fail.

Now he had nothing.

But you could see he was going to give it his all this time.

You stepped away from the doorframe and turned around, waving him in.

“If you’re gonna be my waste of time, at least wash your face.”

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drabbletale · 2 years ago

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Headcanon fellcest or not the fell boys are a package deal , if you date one your dating the other as well (two boyfriends for the price of one lol). For example one day stretch starts dating red the next day edge brings him flowers, lunch and calls him bade. Like these fuckers never talk but they're so intooned with each other like some kinda twin esp

So I kinda messed up with the 'they never talk' bit, I started an idea and got more carried away with it than I meant to. It's still the OT3 idea with them separately wooing Stretch, so I hope that's alright!

SpicyHoneyMustard (?) Dating Start! Head canons:

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Red was the one that courted Stretch first, Edge watching from the sidelines as his brother 'woos' their chosen 'third'.

Edge doesn't mind his brother being the one to start the process. Saves him from wasting his precious time, if it doesn't work out.

But Gods, does he want this to work out.

Stretch is perfect for them. He's far more laid back than Red, just being around him seems to calm the anxieties of both Edge and his brother. He also manages to slow Edge down, during those times that it makes sense to do so.

Even just as friends, Stretch had always been so easy to get along with. He always had something to talk about and when he didn't, he could keep up with any conversation he was brought into, no matter what it was.

And as loathe as Edge is to admit it, he could do with a lot more relaxation and personal time. He knows he is far too uptight and will, at times, lash out because of it.

But so is his brother.

And oh, Stretch's lazy smile drives Edge wild. Makes his insides burn with desire.

And Red feels the same damn way about him.

They had spoken before about adding another to their relationship and about a year later they had been lying in bed talking about a party all their friends had been to.

It started with the subject of Blueberry dating the Mutt. How they had been surprised that Slim and Blackberry hadn't been dating and how happy Black was that they had both moved to Blue's house.

Then the subject turned to Stretch. He seemed to be okay with it, because he kept his own room.

Edge had commented, after they had arrived home and were sitting in bed together, how sweet Stretch looked, sitting quietly on the couch as the party bursted with energy around him.

Red mentioned that perhaps he was quiet because he was upset.

It went from there. Both brothers quick to bring up that Stretch would be happier in a place where he, himself, was loved.

How they could love him.

They devised a plan that started with Red flirting with Stretch. Getting him to agree to a date. That date going well, then Edge approaching him and asking him on a date too. That date, obviously going perfect.

Then he'd take Stretch home and Red would be there.

Feeling high off a second perfect date, Stretch would be overwhelmed with joy at the idea of dating them both at the same time!

Everything would have to be perfect, so that there could be no doubt in Stretch's mind that this was what he wanted.

Knowing that, Edge was ready to throttle Red when he heard him tell Stretch another one of his stupid offensive jokes. They aren't even on a date yet!

To his surprise, despite shaking his head, Stretch was laughing and didn't pull away when Red linked their arms together and set his head on Stretch's shoulder.

"hey bud, ah... aren't you and your brother, uh, together? not that i mind you being close, but i'd rather not get my ass kicked."

Edge, listening from behind a wall at the bar they were sitting at, cringed inwardly. Was he really so violent?

Red closed his eyes, head still resting on Stretch's shoulder. "We have an 'open relationship'. Seriously, you can ask him. He doesn't mind."

Stretch paused at this and Edge's first instinct is to text Red to cuss him out for being so blunt! It's not long, however, before Stretch replies with a quiet, "are you propositioning me, buddy?"

Red looks up at him and winks and whispers something into the sensitive spot just under his jaw.

Edge expected Red to bring Stretch home that night, but when he shows up empty handed with a shrug, he admits to telling Stretch he's not a 'one night stand' or even a 'first date sex' kinda guy. It's a lie, but it buys them time.

Edge doesn't have time to spy on their date, but it would more difficult to do at the diner than it would be at the bar, anyhow.

Red is bubbling with excitement after their date, bursting through the door, eye lights bright and searching for Edge. It went perfect, Stretch laughed at all his stupid jokes, they held hands and...

When Red went to hug Stretch as they were saying goodbye, Stretch held him tight, their whole bodies pressed completely together, and he buried his face in Red's neck.

"he's perfect, boss! you're gonna love 'im!"

Why the hell HE, The Great and Terrible Papyrus, would be standing outside Stretch's sentry station waiting for him, with his damned hand shaking around the bouquet of flowers he had picked up, made no sense to him! He wasn't nervous! Stretch is the one that should be nervous!

.... Hopefully out of excitement and not fear, though.

The flowers were in a good many various colors, because he had been overwhelmed trying to pick out colors that 'mean' something. He had been so distracted that he hadn't thought to look up what the flowers themselves mean.

He didn't even know what kind of flowers they were.

Stretch arrives soon after and all of Edge's worries about dressing right, the flowers, if he should have brought a honey-based candy instead.... all of it just melts away because Stretch is looking at the flowers with the most genuine smile he's ever seen.

"are these for me?"

Stretch gets so close to him, close enough that only the flowers are between them. Edge's knuckles gently pressed against Stretch's ribs.

He is smelling the flowers and Edge is gawking at the top of his skull with a sense of awe for a couple of seconds too long.

"so... are you actually cool with red and i goin' out last night?"

Stretch still has his face down, as though he's a little nervous of the answer.

Edge uses his free hand to carefully lift Stretch's chin so they can look each other in the eyes again. "I'm happy that you two had fun. He told me all about it."

Stretch still doesn't look convinced, like Edge dressing as nice as he possibly could (Even wearing his special Dating Leather Jacket!) and bringing flowers to his work was some sort of ploy to 'get back at him'. "you two really have an open relationship?"

He seems skeptical, and for good reason. Edge would never want to have HIS brother sleeping with just anyone while they were together. Fuck that. But that isn't this and he hates seeing Stretch so nervous.

"NO." He says it firmly, but moves his free arm again, quick to catch Stretch around the waist as he moves to back away. "Only for you." He says as soft as he can manage, calming Stretch down, before letting him back off just enough to hold the flowers himself.

"These are for you! I am asking you for a date now! I hope that you'll accept, though if you're willing to date my brother, then I would expect that you would love to-"

"date you too?" Stretch wraps his arms around Edge's neck, and gives him the exact body-squeezing hug that Red had gushed on and on about.

Edge's soul was doing flips in his chest and it took a moment for his nervous heart to realize he needed to return the hug. He held him back tight, his face flushed a bright red as Stretch rested their skulls together.

Oh, he was perfect. Perfect for Red and Perfect for Edge and Perfect for them, to complete their Perfect Trio.

Edge closed his eyes and fell into the feeling of falling in love, all over again.

#spicyhoney #honeymustard #fellcest #fontcest #papcest #spicyhoneymustard #wow thats a lot of tags lol #okay sorry it doesn't super focus on red a lot and kinda missed a part of your prompt #hope you like it anyway!!

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