#she’s such a cutie I love this plush

[plushstarrs]

Russ Berrie Sweet Pea <3

[phin-tastic]

after what i would simply call an epiphany; i have created my magnum opus in terms of picture editing

i’m presenting you:

the narrator’s updated power animal

here’s them together

[enyoalkis]

Hola amigos! Me gusta Slowpoke! Nosotras estamos aprendiendo español!

My boyfriend is Mexican American and his first language is Spanish. We've already been together for more than 2 years, and it's about time I learn the language (specifically the Mexican Spanish dialect) 🇲🇽

Some words are already familiar to me from elementary school Spanish classes and the Tagalog language 🇵🇭 has some Spanish vocabulary. I'm mainly relying on Spanish YouTube and the website Dreaming Spanish to learn, which uses the Comprehensible Input hypothesis of listening 👂

Please send me your recommendations of Mexican YouTubers (who make videos in Spanish), TV shows/telenovelas, artists, and movies! Or good Spanish media in general.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ｖｅｒｙ ｂａｄ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ♡

♡ Pairing: mafia!wooyoung x chubby!fem!stripper!reader, other members mentioned

♡ Genre: smut

♡ Summary: When your best friend ropes you into working a bachelor party with her on your day off you're positive you know exactly what to expect. A bunch of gross drunk guys trying to put their hands on you. Instead you stumble into the exact opposite situation, finding yourself drawn to one man in particular who has you doing something you never thought you would.

♡ Word Count: 4.1k-ish

♡ Warnings: woo offers you money for sex and you take it, tattooed woo, drinking, partying, this man really likes licking you, low-key body worship, teasing, pentrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, tit sucking, manhandling, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, a lil dom woo if you squint, a lil pain play, pet names (good girl, pretty, beautiful, cutie, baby), and that's about it babes.

♡ A/N: What can I say? I love Wooyoung. I love mafia boys. I love thicc strippers. Mix all that with a lengthy Megan thee Stallion playlist and this is where I ended up. As always, I hope my chubby hot girls out there enjoy this. Love yeeew ♡

This was supposed to be your night off. You should be bed rotting in your pajamas while you shovel snacks into your mouth and binge your favorite K-drama. Instead you’re half naked in the penthouse suite of some posh high rise straddling the lap of a pretty dark haired boy who just knocked back a shot of tequila and is seconds away from licking the salt from your cleavage.

You let out a giggle at how his tongue tickles as it drags along your skin. Your fingers tangle in his hair, your sparkly pink acrylics swirling in the silky strands as you tilt his head back to let him bite down on the lime wedged between your plush lips. He grins from ear to ear, arms looping around your waist to bring you closer. Your lips are dangerously close to touching. If his cock straining against his pants didn’t give away how badly he’d love for that to happen, that lust filled glimmer in his eyes would.

When he sucks the juice from the lime you pluck it from his mouth, delicately licking the last drop from his bottom lip. He lets out a groan too low for anyone else to hear over the music that fills the penthouse but you hear it. You feel it.

“So, what’s your name again, sugar?” you ask, tugging at his hair a little harder. His eyes nearly roll back at how satisfying the pain is. 

“Wooyoung, sugar. What’s yours?” he whispers, sliding his hands down to cup your ass. You’re wearing a thong, leaving almost nothing between the warmth of his palms and the smooth skin of your ass. He gives it a gentle squeeze and you let out an airy moan that falls on his tongue as sweet as candy. 

“Mmmm” you hum, grinding down on his clothed cock just enough to make it twitch, “Be a good boy tonight and maybe I’ll tell you.” 

Your best friend Anya flicks at one of the silver star charms decorating your hair as she walks by hand in hand with an equally pretty boy you’re sure you heard someone call “Yeosang” earlier.  

“She’s not being a tease is she?” she jokes.

You roll your eyes, playfully swatting her hand away, “I’m not a tease.” 

Wooyoung only shrugs, “She is a tease but that’s okay. I like it.” He squeezes your ass harder and a little squeak escapes you. 

“Hey! I said you had to be good” you scold, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. 

He releases his hold on you, fingertips petting the small of your back, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”

“You swear?” you pout, enjoying how easily he’s gotten wrapped around your finger. 

Wooyoung raises a pinky and hooks it around yours, “Pinky swear.”

For a fleeting moment you catch yourself falling for his charms. It’s difficult not to when he’s this hot. In fact, every man in this room is drop dead gorgeous. When Anya first asked you to work this bachelor party with her you were dreading it. Bachelor parties are usually filled with drunk, messy men who can barely string a sentence together let alone be charming.

It’s always good money but you weren’t in the mood to be gawked at by a bunch of asshole frat boys or handsy businessmen so you had every intention of telling her no. You much preferred your bed to a second of that but after all the times she’s had your back you couldn’t bring yourself not to do her this favor so you threw on your cutest lingerie, strapped on your stilettos, and got your cute ass over here. 

Much to your surprise and relief this is nothing like other bachelor parties you’ve worked. Of course they wanna see you naked. They wanna touch you, watch you dance for them. That’s the same with every man. But this group is so generous, so sweet, so willing to tend to the two of you that you’ve almost forgotten that you were working.

“Could you be a sweetheart and grab me a drink?” you ask, batting your eyelashes, “My throat’s a little dry and someone drank my last shot of tequila.” That someone being him. 

Wooyoung laughs, lifting you off of him and placing you carefully at his side, “Of course. Anything for you. What do you want?”

As Wooyoung rises from the couch you swing your feet up and he catches you by the ankles, slowly massaging your legs. You shrug, nibbling at your lip while his hands slip closer to your pillowy thighs, “Surprise me.”

“Surprise you…” he nods, his fingers sinking into your thighs, “Okay. I can do that.” He leans forward, kissing the inside of your knees before he wanders off to get you a drink.

Lying back on the couch you catch an inverted view of Anya chatting up Yeosang and finding any excuse to feel his muscles through his shirt. After a bit another man slips in beside her. You’re able to eavesdrop close enough to hear her say his name. Jongho. You’re sure he’s the youngest of the group. He’s quiet, difficult to read, but such a cutie. 

Speaking of cuties, you wonder how the man of the night is doing. Hongjoong—that’s the one name you absolutely had to remember—he’s the one getting married in a few days and you must admit his fiance’s one lucky girl. He was kind when the two of you arrived, offering you drinks and making sure you settled in fine, but he’s acted so innocent all night.

You’re sure he still hasn’t moved from that spot in the corner where he’s been sitting nursing the same drink all night. Every few minutes he checks his phone. You’re sure it’s to text his fiance. Some girls might be offended by that but you can’t bring yourself to care. You find it quite sweet actually and you get paid either way.

“Aaah…” you gasp at the sensation of something cool kissing your skin. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you look up to find Wooyoung standing over you balancing an ice cold glass of something on your belly. 

He giggles at the shock on your face, sliding it up your body to watch how your back arches in response. “For you, pretty girl.”

Carefully you take the glass, admiring the electric blue syrup swirling around inside of it. You raise it to your lips, sipping at the sweet liquid. Wooyoung kneels down beside you, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear as you drink. He studies your side profile in silent fascination, admiring all of the finer details of your face. It’s a cliche thought, he knows this, but he can’t help wondering how such a delicately beautiful creature ended up in a line of work like this. Then again, with a face like this and a body like that, why wouldn’t you make men pay to be in your presence?

“How’s it taste?” he asks, only barely breaking himself from his trance.

His voice is low and dripping with need. His breath skims your neck like a trail of kisses and you catch yourself wishing that it were. Your pulse races, the tingling between your thighs growing too intense to ignore. You turning a guy on at work? It happens everyday. A guy turning you on? That’s never happened before, not during a single night on the job, but there’s a first time for everything isn’t there?

“You tell me,” you say, offering him a sip. As you do so your hand trembles enough for some of the alcohol to spill over the brim and onto your fingers. 

Wooyoung locks eyes with you, deep pools of brown pulling you into his gaze. Setting the glass down on the floor, he takes you by the wrist, gently stroking it as he presses your fingers to his lips. His tongue darts out, twirling around each and every finger to lick them clean. You never could’ve predicted that something like this would get you wet but here you are. That tingling between your thighs? It’s unbearable now. You squeeze them together, bringing your attention to how wet he’s managed to get you. You hate it and love it all at once. 

“You taste delicious” he grins, kissing your inner wrist. 

It makes you shiver and you pull your hand back, fighting to get a hold on yourself, “I thought we were talking about the drink, not me.”

Wooyoung shrugs, running his fingers down your side, “I don’t know, were we?” 

You should stop him but lust has you locked in place, letting his hand venture below your waist without a word of protest on your part. He squeezes the plush of your thigh, tucking a thumb between them so that it hovers a mere inch away from the wet fabric clinging to your warmth. In this moment everyone else in the room fades away. Even the music seems as if it’s traveled miles to reach your ears. You can only focus on each other. The way your breath hitches the closer he gets to stroking your clit through the lace. The way his eyes seem to twinkle as he watches you grow more and more needy for him as the seconds pass. His thumb’s so close you can almost feel it. Something in you tells you to shift your body down on the couch a little bit, close the distance and give yourself that relief you want so badly. 

“You didn’t pay for that” you snap, shooing his hand away, “That’s not on the menu, babe.” 

Without missing a beat Wooyoung retrieves his phone from his back pocket, swiping on the screen a few times before handing it over to you. It’s a CashApp screen and the keyboard’s already up for you to type your name into the search bar.

“Can I request something off the menu then?”

You shoot upright on the couch, shocked by what you see on the screen. “You’re joking” you laugh, motioning to hand his phone back.

Wooyoung stops you before you can, his expression more serious than you’ve seen it all night. “I want you.”

“You can’t afford me.”

“Try me…”

You wait for him to give it up but he doesn’t waver, not in the slightest. You huff, finding your account and tapping in an amount triple your fee for dancing. “There. You happy?” 

Wooyoung happily takes his phone back, hitting a single button before presenting you with the screen. “As long as you are.”

“Holy shit” you gasp, eyes glued to the screen. He actually did it. He sent you the money. Truth be told if he kept up all the teasing you probably would’ve slept with him before the night was over anyway but the fact that he was willing to pay for it? That’s a twist you didn’t see coming. 

“You…you’re crazy” you giggle, cupping that wonderfully defined face of his, “Fucking insane.”

Wooyoung doesn’t seem offended by that in the least. In fact, he takes it as a compliment. “But you like it…” he grins as he stands back up, sweeping your drink up with one hand and extending the other to you, “Don’t you?” 

You stare at him defiantly, refusing to respond. Not that you need to. The answer’s written all over your face in that faint smile you couldn’t chase away if you tried. A smile that lingers there as he takes you by the hand, guiding you down the nearby hallway and into the master bedroom of the penthouse.

The rest of the penthouse is gorgeous, the sort of place you only see in design magazines, and the master bedroom’s no different. It’s dimly lit with soft white light emitting from a sleek Swedish lamp in the corner. The pristine white walls are adorned with intricate paintings, all originals. All of the furniture’s designer, most notably the king size bed positioned across the room opposite ceiling to floor windows that overlook the city. You’re up much too high for anyone to see you but it feels like you can see the whole world from here. 

Wooyoung quickly takes notice of how charmed you are by the view. “You can check it out if you want,” he says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, “I’m not in a rush.” He can’t hold back his amusement at how giddy you are rushing over to the window to take in the sights. You’re quite possibly the cutest thing ever. 

“Whose place is this anyway?” you ask, unable to peel yourself away from the twinkling lights of the city below. Usually you steer clear of personal questions—it’s better that way—but something about Wooyoung makes you comfortable enough to ask. 

Chugging the rest of your drink, he lays back on the bed, glaring up at the spiraling design on the ceiling. “You remember the tall one? Kinda goofy?”

You run down a mental list of the boys at the party and narrow it down to two. “Which one?”

Wooyoung nearly chokes laughing, “Which one? Oh my god.”

“What?” you pout, truly not meaning any harm, “There’s two of them.”

“Mingi, the one with the deep voice. This is his place. He moved in, I don’t know, a month ago. Nice isn’t it?”

“Do you all live like this?” There you go again, asking questions you know you shouldn’t.

Wooyoung turns to look at you, his reflection immediately capturing your attention. “For the most part, yeah.”

You spin around to face him, on the verge of melting under the heat of his gaze, “Are you a drug dealer or something, Woo?”

He lets that question linger in the air, gesturing for you to come to him. “Come here, beautiful. You’re too far away.”

You skip over to the bed, your body jiggling so deliciously that he’s tempted to send you back over to the window just to see you come back again. Hopping onto the bed, you throw one leg across his waist, straddling his lap. “Better?”

He cups your cheek, bringing you in so that you’re face to face, his lips skimming yours once more. “Better.” 

“You didn’t answer my question” you whisper, rocking your hips against a bulge that’s even harder for you than before. 

Wooyoung loops an arm around your waist, keeping you flush against him, “If I answer your question will you tell me your name?”

“Mmhmm” you whine at the friction between you.

The fabric of your panties is flimsy enough that you can feel the texture of his pants—the pressure of his cock straining against them. It makes your mind go fuzzy. Wooyoung knows this because you’re doing the same to him.

“I’m a very bad man who does very bad things but not that. Not anymore” he confesses, flipping you onto your back in one effortless motion.

Any attempt you could’ve made to respond is silenced when his lips finally crash into yours. You teased him for hours, taking every opportunity to almost kiss him knowing from the start how badly he wanted you. Now that he can finally have you—satisfy the hunger that’s been building inside all night—he’s ravenous, holding nothing back.

“Your turn” he whispers between your lips, flipping you onto your back in one fluid motion, not once breaking the kiss. 

The room’s still spinning when you part your lips to answer his question. As a rule you always give a fake name—one of the pretty ones that you and Anya came up with to stop creeps from finding you out in the real world—but for some reason you can’t lie to Wooyoung. With him kissing you like he wants to devour your very soul, the only possible thing you can spill out is the truth.

Wooyoung kisses his way down your neck, inhaling the sugary scent of your perfume as he drags his tongue between your breasts. “Such a pretty name. I like it.”

“I…I like your name too” you stutter, fingers combing through his hair, “Wooyoung’s a pretty name.”

Catching the fabric of your top between his teeth, he tugs harshly, causing the knots holding it together to slip. Your lush breasts fall free from your top, the tiny hairs on your arm standing up at the feeling of your stiff buds brushing the fabric of his shirt. 

“Mmm, say it again” he groans, the tip of his tongue swirling around your nipple, “It sounds so fucking good when you say it.” 

Taking your bud between his teeth, he sucks harshly at it, treating you to a combination of pain and pleasure that’s nothing short of addictive. Wedging a knee between your legs, he pushes your thighs apart, reaching down to knot your panties in his fist. Your body jerks as he snatches them away, leaving your dripping pussy exposed. Slipping two fingers between your folds, he spreads you open, letting his middle finger slide back and forth across your clit. 

“Wooyoung…mmph…” you moan, arching into his touch, “Woo…aah”. 

Wooyoung dips his fingers down to your clenching hole, stretching you open enough to give you a taste of what your body’s begging for.

“You want more, baby?” he teases, drooling around your swollen nipple. 

“Yes, please” you beg, your breath hitching as his fingers, already slick with your arousal, push into you. 

His movements are slow at first. Two fingers sliding in and out of you, gently stroking your pulsing walls. Your walls are so velvety and warm that he could spend all night petting them. No pussy’s ever felt this good wound around his fingers. His cock aches at the thought of how heavenly it must be to be inside of you. But that’s not truly where his head is right now. He’s solely focused on sneaking a third finger into your pussy, quickening his pace to make sure you never stop making all these pretty noises.

Wooyoung’s fingers are like magic and he’s insanely attentive, effortlessly picking up on your sweet spots and hitting them every single time. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, pushing you so close to your high that your lips are quivering. Wooyoung may be a very bad man who does very bad things but he’s so so good to you.

You tug at his hair, wanting another kiss but unable to form the words to ask for one. Guessing what you want—he wants it too—he leans up and pulls you into another kiss. Your lips collide right on the edge of your orgasm, his tongue dancing with yours as the euphoria hits and you clench around his fingers. 

“Good girl” he praises, “Are you always this gorgeous when you cum or is this just for me?”

His admiration only heightens the intensity of your orgasm. That coupled with the fact that he hasn’t let up on you has you ready to fall apart right here and now. After a couple seconds you figured he’d slow down, give you some time to recover, but no, he just keeps going.

“One more for me” he whispers, bringing his thumb up to rub your clit. 

“Woo, I can’t. Too much” you whine, grabbing onto his shirt hard enough to tear it.

He doesn’t care if you do. He meant it when he said you’re gorgeous when you cum. Your faces are perfection and your body’s glowing. When you look like this you could tear up everything he owns and he’d let you get away with it. 

“You can do it, baby. Just look at you. You’re already so close again, aren’t you?” he coos, kissing you on the cheek.

A split second. That’s all you get to come down, if you can call it that, before the pressure’s building again and you’re coming so hard it has your ears ringing. This time he shows you mercy, gradually slowing his motions, showering you in the sweetest kisses while you come down. Climbing off of you, he stands at the foot of the bed, licking his drenched fingers.

“I was right. You are delicious.” 

You roll your eyes, trying hard not to give away how sickeningly hot you find him. “Are you always like this?”

There it is again. That mischievous grin that he’s been flashing you all night. The one you can blame for getting you into this situation to begin with. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a tattooed chest you just can’t wait to dig your nails into.

“Like what?” he asks, undoing his belt. 

“Like a menace” is what you want to say but you can’t. Wooyoung’s pants are at his ankles now and he has the nerve to stand there like he doesn’t know how glorious his cock is. You don’t need a fully lit room to see how flawless, how beautifully veined, how totally made for you it is. 

“Like what, cutie?” he repeats, grabbing your ankles and dragging you to the edge of the bed. Tucking his hands behind your knees, he pushes your legs back, spreading them open to push the head of his cock up against your twitching pussy. 

You moan at the satisfying warmth of his arousal coating your slit, hips pressing down to stretch yourself with the tip.

“I don’t even know anymore. I’m just so…so…”

“So pretty…” he grunts, driving his length into you so deep that you feel it in your chest. Every word he says is accompanied by a thrust that rocks you to your core, little dots of color decorating your vision. “So beautiful. So fucking sexy when you take my cock.”

Your pussy’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. It’s enough to make his head spin and his knees weak. His cock’s never indulged in something this decadent. It’s so good—maybe too good. When you first walked through the door tonight Wooyoung knew it would be. Something about you said you were sitting on a pussy like gold and he wasn’t wrong. Not even a little bit.

You can’t even pretend that you don’t feel the same way. You’re bouncing back against his cock, clamping down on him like you’ll die if he pulls out. Every stroke of his cock floods your senses with pleasure, worsening the moisture leaking from your needy hole onto the expensive sheets. It’s so overstimulating. The length. The thickness. How he throbs in response to every flutter of your walls, filling you up exactly how you need to be filled.

Shifting angles, he mercilessly drills into your sweet spot, making you lose control of your already weakened limbs. You can’t raise your hips. You can’t bounce back on him. You can’t do anything at all besides lay there and take every inch of cock that he feeds you. It’s only a matter of time before your breath’s hitching again, that airy feeling overtaking your body. 

“Look at me” he commands when your head falls back, glossy eyes rolling to the back of your head. Letting one of your legs drop, he slaps a hand down on the softness of your belly and grips it hard enough to sting. 

“Mmph, Woo…” you moan, teary eyes finding his gaze as your nails rake across the sheets. There’s a darkness in his expression that intimidates you as much as it turns you on.

A smile tugs at his lips at the sound of your broken voice moaning his name. “You look at me when you cum or I’ll stop. You don’t want me to stop, do you, baby?” 

You shake your head, pouting cutely. You make him weaker than you can imagine but that’s not enough for him. He knows you can do better than that. 

Slowing down to an agonizingly slow pace, he drags his fingers down your belly to play with your clit. “I don’t believe you. I think you want me to stop.”

“No, don’t stop” you whine, rocking up and down his length, “I won’t look away. I promise. Fuck me, Youngie, please.”

Wooyoung folds for you in an instant, fucking into you hard enough that the headboard’s rocking. You reach out for his hand and he gives it to you, fingers interlacing with yours as your high takes you under.

This is the third time he’s seen you cum—the third time he’s watched you moan and arch and cry out for him—and each time’s more perfect than the last. Good thing this isn’t the last. In fact, it’s far from it. You’re his for the night and by the time he’s done with you he’ll have every face you make, every desperate little moan, committed to memory. 

[libertyybellls]

KISS IT OFF ME !

pairing; finnick odair x f!dist4!reader

summary; finnick can’t take his eyes off of you in any crowd- but he can take care of you, what’s new?

contains; FLUFF, established relationship, finnick is still pining for reader, alcohol consumption- but positively i guess, reader is anxious in the beginning, objectification by the capitol as per usual.

a/n: i hope im not misunderstood but when i put specific photos or outfits/hairs in the headers of my works that is not directly what i am picturing the reader as! its more-so the hairstyle, or the outfit- or simply the aesthetic of the picture. not the race, hair nor body type. ur all cutie pies. ok anyways onto the fic kiss kiss.

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“well would you look at that!” your stylist squeals in your ear, “from the moment you won your last games i have just been dying to design for you again and… here we are!” she ushers you to spin around.

she’d always been kind to you, perhaps less kind to your dignity- always wanting to flaunt you like a show pony- but nonetheless her support had always been there.

“it’s beautiful, thank you.” you smile small at her. so bittersweet, she was oh-so ecstatic to dress you up once more but to you- this meant less serenity to you. more agitation, more distress, more death.

it felt like a paradox, to be adorned in this sweet, innocent, baby pink before you’re sent away to a grim world once again- you’d already gone off on a tangent to finnick. you’d both sobbed solemnly about the cruelty of it all, how you would never be able to live in peace.

but finnick just wanted you both to have this one night, to indulge in the capitol before you were sent of to your deaths, obviously he would see the brighter side of thing- blabbering about plutarchs plan and how he only needs to protect you, katniss, and peeta until he can get you out of there.

sounds so very simple doesn’t it?

once you’d finished your interview you attended a party, a celebration for the third quarter quell. how ironic, what was there to celebrate?

you’d seen the food platters, the spiked drinks, and indulge you did.

your brain had been fuzzy by the time you’d escape the overbearing class of the capitol citizens, who wanted to know every detail of your life.

it was then- finnick had spotted you- so inebriated you’d genuinely laugh at something the woman next to you said.

feasibly being that she’d said something so pretentious you couldn’t help but tilt your head back in laughter. but nonetheless he admired.

he admired your dress, your smile, the way your eyes slightly disappeared when you laughed, the way your hair was laying down your back. he was simply under the spell of you.

it was then your eyes met his smitten ones, so love drunk- or possibly just drunk- that you’d excused yourself and made a beeline straight for him.

he’d encaptured you with warm arms, a leather corset-like article of clothing consumed his waist- followed by his white buttoned down that seemed to be unbuttoned.

you noticed the way his eyes consumed you- not like the others did. not like you were a piece of cake, not like you were something they had to have for the night, but someone who lit his chest alight.

“you look beautiful.” he murmurs into your hair, his hands around your waist.

“i hardly feel that way- im scared, i think.”

he shook his head, pulling you from his warm embrace much to your dismay. “don’t be. you’re with me right now.” finnicks plush lips lay atop your forehead now.

you laugh as he continues to peck your face, giggles leaving your lips.”so beautiful.”

it was only when you nearly toppled over your unnecessarily long pumps that he took not of your consumption.

“so head over heels it seems you’ve had a little to much to drink. what do you say i get you back to your room now? hm?” he straightens you back up. “run you a bath?”

you let out a muffled mm into his chest, your other hand placed on the side of his chest holding you steady. “love you s’much finn.”

it was his turn to laugh now, there was no mockery, no heinous act behind it, just you and finnick. “i know baby.”

-

[tyuns-world]

⌞ My personal cam girl ⌝

Pairing: Camgirl!reader x taehyun

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI)

Summary: Taehyun has an obsession with his favorite cam girl but can he be cured of it when he runs into a cute stranger.

Wc: 2k

Taehyun was an ordinary man with a seemingly typical life. He worked diligently in marketing and maintained a regular exercise routine. His good looks did not go unnoticed, as he frequently received compliments on his attractiveness. Despite this, he was never seen with a romantic partner, and his sex life was virtually nonexistent.

The reason behind this was Taehyun's secret struggle: he wasn't just addicted to pornography; he was obsessed with a particular cam girl. It was a sticky situation for him, having to hide his sexual deviancies. His room was a shrine to you, with posters and signed postcards framed and displayed all over his walls and nightstands. He could never let anyone into his room because of this, keeping it locked at all times when guests are over. Who would ever understand his need to worship such a goddess?

He watched your streams religiously, never missing a single one. Even if a stream coincided with an important event, he would simply cancel the event to stay home and watch you. He followed all your social media accounts and was always the first to like your posts, the biggest gifter, and the most active supporter. You knew his username by heart, thanks to all the donations and gifts he had given you. A sense of pride and joy filled his body whenever you said his username to thank him. The only problem was that his favorite goddess remained faceless, always adorning elaborate masquerade masks during streams and in pictures.

As usual Taehyun finds himself out shopping for a new gift to give his goddess. You tend to love plushies more than the sex toys you're often gifted, a trait he finds utterly charming. As he spots a huge Rilakkuma plushie that he knows would be perfect for you, another hand reaches for it at the same moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry," says a sweet voice. Taehyun looks down to see an absolutely adorable girl. Her braided hair is tied up with a cute pink bow, and her bright, round eyes are accentuated with charming eyeshadow. Her dark skin looks soft to the touch, and her wide, cute nose adds to her endearing appearance. Her lips are plump and glossy, enhanced with alluring lipstick. She's wearing an outfit that Taehyun is certain he has seen before. "Oh no, it's okay. I'm sure there's another one I can get. You can have this one," Taehyun says, taking the plushie off the shelf and handing it to the girl. He's never found anyone this cute—besides his goddess, of course—and it's making him nervous. What is he doing, giving away the perfect gift for his goddess? The girl takes the plushie from him, and her eyes light up with happiness.

"Cute," Taehyun murmurs, taken aback by his own words. He tenses up, his heart racing.

The now embarrassed girl hides her face, her eyes peeking shyly over the big plush.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just—" Taehyun starts to ramble, his words tumbling out in a rush.

"No, it's okay. Um, thank you for the plush..." she trails off, waiting for Taehyun to introduce himself.

"Taehyun," he finishes, his voice softening.

"Well, this is a bit forward, Taehyun, but can I have your number? I mean, maybe we can have joint custody," the girl giggles, her laughter like honey to Taehyun's ears. He's never been this taken by anyone before, except his perfect cam girl. This girl is so different—more cutesy and shy—whereas his goddess is confident, sexy, bold, and a mistress in her own right. Her soft demeanor is a stark contrast, making his heart race even more.

"Yeah, sure, here's my contact information." Taehyun isn’t sure why he’s following this girl's whims, but her aura makes him want to do anything for her. After they exchange numbers, the strange cutie toddles off to pay at the counter. Taehyun smiles to himself, thinking about how adorable she looks, until he notices a problem at the register. He hurries over. "Hey, what’s up?" he asks the girl.

She looks at him, clearly upset. "I forgot my wallet. I’m such a ditz, and the cashier says they can’t hold it for me," she says, her voice trembling on the edge of tears. All this over a plushie—she must really love them. "It’s fine, I’ll pay. You can give me half later since we have joint custody," Taehyun says with a reassuring smile.

"Are you sure? The guy says it's $250," she says, looking at him worriedly.

"Yeah, I've spent more on a plush," Taehyun laughs it off, paying the cashier and starting to hand over the plushie. The girl stops him. "No, no, you can have the first week until I pay you back. Then our son is mine," she insists with a playful smile. Taehyun barely has a chance to respond before she leaves the store, waving his number in the window and mouthing, "I'll text you," before disappearing into the crowd. He watches her go, the playful exchange leaving him feeling lighter and more excited than he had in a long time.

It has been exactly a week since then, and Taehyun is starting to wonder if she'll ever contact him. He tells himself he'll be perfectly fine if she doesn't; he can always go back to his original plan and gift the plushie to his favorite cam girl. Sitting in his apartment, he eats a sad dinner of buldak and spam when a ping comes from his phone. He checks it excitedly, hoping it might be the cute stranger. His heart sinks a bit when he sees it's just a notification for a random live stream from you.

He shakes his head—how could he be disappointed when his goddess is doing an extra live for her fans? He abandons his dinner, bolting to his room to set up the stream on his PC for better quality. "Hello, my pups. Today, I have sad news for all you degenerates. I will be taking a hiatus to focus on some other stuff, but don't worry, I'll send out this month's care package and this stream will be extra steamy because I know whatever I do, y'all will like it." The stream is indeed steamy. Taehyun almost pathetically came without even touching himself. You were just so sexy and knew exactly how to move your body, captivating him completely. The way you move, the sultry tone of your voice, and the seductive looks you give the camera hold him spellbound, making him forget everything else.

When your stream ends, Taehyun finds himself rewatching it to get off. He can't do it when you're live; he has to focus entirely on every movement you make. As Taehyun strokes himself through his boxers, his arm flexing, showcasing his muscular stature, with pants long discarded halfway through the stream, he finds himself imagining the face of the pretty girl he saw over your covered one. Thoughts of her glossy lips wrapping perfectly around his hard cock flood his mind. He envisions the seductive scene, imagining how sexy it would be to reduce her to a ruined mess beneath him. The image of her innocent eyes looking up at him, filled with desire, fuels his arousal. That night, he comes harder than he ever has before, his body trembling with the intensity of his release.

While tidying up, another notification buzzes on Taehyun's phone. Glancing at it briefly, he's surprised to find a new number texting him: "Where shall we meet to discuss our 'joint custody'?" Hastily wiping himself clean, he discards the tissue and rubs his sticky hands against the bottom of his shirt. With trembling fingers, he responds, "There's a cozy café near the store where we met. How about meeting there?" Anxious for her reply, Taehyun nervously bites his nails until his screen illuminates with her response: "Sounds perfect! See you there tomorrow at 3."  

Today is the day—Taehyun keeps reminding himself it's not a date with the pretty girl; it's just a talk. While tossing and turning last night, thoughts kept him up, and Taehyun realized he never caught her name, and curses himself for not asking.  Whilst gazing at his reflection in his coffee cup, fussing with his bangs for the umpteenth time, a sweet voice perks him up. "Hey, hope you didn't wait long." Taehyun smiles up at the pretty stranger, taking in her appearance. She's wearing a stunning red dress, her makeup more glamorous than their first meeting. 

"No, I haven't been here long," Taehyun lies. He's been here since the cafe opened at 11 am, though he won't admit it. "I see you brought the goods," the charming woman says, gesturing over to the huge, hard-to-miss bear seated right next to him. "Yep, just as promised," Taehyun smiles. She settles into her seat as the waiter approaches. Opting for the only tea on the menu instead of coffee, she leans in to whisper to Taehyun, "I'm not much of a coffee person." "Oh no, I could've picked a different place," Taehyun furrows his brow, angry at himself for never asking what she would prefer as their meeting place.

She lets out a laugh that's like music to Taehyun's ears. "Don't fret, it's okay," she reassures him, her hands briefly squeezing his before retreating to her side. "Okay, so I only have cash. I hope that's okay," the pretty woman in red starts to pull out a thick envelope, drawing some curious glances as she prepares to hand it over. "Um, I think it's best if we wait," Taehyun nervously says. The woman looks around and catches the hint quickly, putting the money back into her purse.

"How about we go to your place for the exchange? Do you live nearby?" she asks, her eyes shining with anticipation. Taehyun hesitates; he does live close by, but the thought of her discovering his secret makes him anxious. Yet, her expectant gaze softens his resolve, and he eventually admits to living nearby. "Perfect," she responds, rising from her seat and heading to the counter to get her tea to go. 

The closer they get to Taehyun's place, the more nervous he becomes. Despite his attempts to play it off, the lady can sense his unease, offering silly jokes and remarks along the way to loosen him up. As they approach his building and ride the elevator up to his door, Taehyun's hand shakes as he turns the knob. The cute stranger notices his trembling and takes matters into her own hands, opening the door herself and stepping inside. She gives a big stretch, her comment breaking the tension, "Wow, with how nervous you were the whole time, I was expecting a dingy, dirty place."

Taehyun's place is surprisingly luxurious, boasting an amazing view and expensive modern furniture. It's a stark contrast to his plain outward appearance. She carefully takes off her shoes and plops herself on the couch, and puts her drink on the coffee table, making herself at home. "Is it that you've never had a woman in here?" she teases, observing Taehyun's reaction closely. Taehyun tenses, a subtle shift that catches the attention of the cutie.

"Oh, you haven't? Do you not go on dates? I assumed with your good looks and all, you were a playboy," she remarks, looking at Taehyun with surprise. Taehyun shrugs, setting the plush on a separate chair before settling himself beside the lady on the couch. "Nope, I haven't had a girlfriend since high school. I'm pretty busy with work and my friends," he explains. "So, are you a virgin?" The lewd question, coming from such a innocent looking girl, makes Taehyun choke on his spit. She looks expectantly at him, as if she isn't asking a very personal question.

"No, I'm not, but at least take me out to dinner first before asking stuff like this," Taehyun jokes, trying to lighten the mood. The lady's eyes widen, seeming to realize the kind of question she just asked. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm way too open about stuff," she says, her face warming with embarrassment. "That's fine. Do you want some lemon or anything with your tea?" Taehyun offers, trying to ease the tension. She shyly declines, focusing on her drink as Taehyun excuses himself to use the restroom.

Left alone in the living room, the cute stranger's eyes wander around the space. In all honesty, she was on the hunt for a new apartment, and this building looked perfect. She mentally takes measurements of the living room and the kitchen. "Hmm, I wonder how big their rooms are," she muses.

The cute stranger knows it's inappropriate to snoop, especially into someone's room, and if it's locked, she'll give up and go back to her seat. But her line of work requires a spacious bedroom, so her curiosity outweighs her morals as she turns the doorknob. To her surprise, it's unlocked. She flicks on the light and is taken aback to find a bedroom shrine dedicated to her.

"What the hell?" Taehyun's voice, filled with a blend of anger and surprise, startles you as he swiftly moves behind you, shutting the door with a firm hand. "I—" you mumble, ready to explain yourself, but stop. "Actually, why aren't you explaining yourself? You're the stalker," Taehyun looks taken aback. "Stalker? You came over to my place and started snooping around. I don't care how pretty you are; that's just not cool," he crosses his muscular arms. A normal person would've thrown you out by now, but Taehyun was willing to overlook this if you could overlook his obsession.

"You mean you didn't know?" you say, looking incredulous as him. His face twists in confusion. "Oh god, you really don't," you exclaim. You gently pry Taehyun's hands off the doorknob and stride into his room. Taehyun follows, intending to usher you out, but you begin undressing, causing him to blush and close his eyes. "Open them," you demand, Taehyun obliges. His body is unable to resist your command. You're seated on his bed, legs spread, and Taehyun swallows nervously at the sight. "All of this," you gesture around the room, "is me," you declare. Taehyun is less surprised at your announcement because as soon as he saw your stunning naked form, he knew. How could he not? He studied it nightly, thinking of all the ways you could use him.

Taehyun's mind races, from the situation at hand. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Instead, he finds himself drawn to you, his gaze lingering on your captivating figure. You, on the other hand, seem unfazed by the intensity of the moment. With a subtle smirk, you break the silence. "Surprised, Taehyun?" Your voice is laced with a hint of amusement. Taehyun clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. 

"I... I don't know what to say," he stammers, his eyes still fixed on you. You rise from the bed, moving closer to him with a confident stride. "You don't have to say anything," you reply softly, reaching out to trace a finger along his jawline. "Actions speak louder than words, don't they?" Taehyun is powerless against your intense gaze, not knowing what to do next. However, you do and so you take charge, closing the distance between you two and pulling Taehyun into a steamy, lustful kiss. You reach for his hands, guiding them to your ass. Taehyun quickly catches the hint and squeezes it, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

You roam your hands under his shirt, relishing the feel of his defined abs beneath your fingertips. Taehyun's confidence grows as he takes the lead, guiding you backward until you fall onto his bed, with him on top. You try to assert your dominance by nipping and sucking on his neck, playfully calling him your pup, but Taehyun's exploration of your body quickly overwhelms your senses. 

His rough hands send electric waves of pleasure coursing through your needy body, and you let out a soft sigh of satisfaction as his lips pepper fluttery kisses down your neck. You're accustomed to being in control in sexual encounters yet you find yourself completely dominated by Taehyun's presence. As his fingers expertly trace circles on your wet pussy, you surrender your body entirely to him, lost in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure. "More," you pathetically whimper into Taehyun's ear, and he happily obliges, shoving two of his fingers inside your soaked, aching core. Your back arches in pleasure as Taehyun flicks his fingers inside your cunt, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through your body. You had pegged him for inexperienced, but how wrong you were; he effortlessly has you panting and moaning with just his fingers. 

"I'm close," you moan out as Taehyun expertly flicks his fingers in a steady pace. Instead of accelerating, chasing your orgasm as you desperately want, he removes his fingers, making eye contact as he sucks your juices off them. Before you can whine or protest, Taehyun lines himself up with your pussy and roughly shoves himself inside, eliciting a loud moan from you. Taehyun sets a teasing rhythm, causing you to beg him to go faster. Ignoring your pleas, he continues to use you as he pleases, driving you wild. As he nears his own climax, Taehyun increases his pace. You cling to him, the heightened intensity bringing you even more pleasure.

Lost in the intoxicating haze that is Taehyun, he whispers dirty words into your ear, echoing ones you've used when teasing your stream. Now, he uses them against you, pushing you over the edge. Your body tenses with pleasure as you release around him. Taehyun however maintains his rhythm, smirking as he practically fucks your orgasm back into you. "I'm coming inside," he declares, leaving no room for argument as he fills you with his warm cum. 

The now worn-out boy practically collapses on top of you, spent from the intense encounter. "Shit, I'm sorry for being a bit much," he mumbles into your hair. "No, you were amazing. I loved every second," you reassure him, running your fingers through his hair. "So, what do you think about doing this again? Maybe at my place, in front of a camera," you suggest, your voice laced with anticipation. Taehyun just mumbles an exhausted agreement, too spent to realize what he just agreed to.

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"'S okay, Rosie. We're almost inside." 

Keeping his little cat tucked to his chest, Harry fumbled with the small peach tinted key on his ring. His still damp hair had begun to curl dry under the crisp morning air, his kitten surely feeling the same chill. Finally pushing open the door and stepping over the threshold, Harry did his best to stay as quiet as possible since (Y/N) was no doubt sleeping through her morning off. 

Placing Rosemary on the ground, she tottered right past him and into the kitchen where (Y/N) had set up a small station of food and water for her since she visited so often. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched her tail flick behind her, lagging behind as he locked the front door. Kicking off his shoes under her foyer table, he hiked his duffle full of extra clothes higher up his shoulder before moving out of the small alcove housing her front door. 

He intended to head straight for (Y/N)'s bedroom, eager to curl up with her and spend a quiet morning at her side after his long night, though he stopped in his tracks as he passed by what he had thought would be an empty living room. 

Curled up on the plush green suede of her couch, (Y/N) was bundled in a knitted white blanket with tired eyes and a mug of something warm in her hands. 

"Hi," she smiled at him, features lighting up some as she took him in. 

"Hi, peach," he crooned, dropping his bag on her foyer table before stepping towards her with a pout on his lips, "I told y'not to wake up early for me—'s your day off." 

"I know," she smiled, unperturbed by his gentle scolding, "But I wanted to see you—and Rosie. I also wanted to have breakfast with you, so." 

Harry's shoulders dropped, the tense set to his bones settling as he listened to her. He could never be upset with her, not even for a second—especially not for something he would do for her. He missed her very much over the night, so he couldn't say he was very disappointed in getting to see her smiling face this early. 

"We'll take a nap after we're done eating, then," he decided, nodding his head as if to set the plans in stone, "Thank you, peach." 

Stretching from her spot on the couch, she left the blanket a puddle on the couch with her mug still warming her hands. "Of course," she smiled at him, "I have everything already in the kitchen, so we can just eat then lay down." 

As much as he loved cooking with her, the idea of having warm food ready for him had his chest warming. He'd do the dishes today, he decided, his small thank you to her. 

Taking her hand in his, Harry followed after his peach into her small kitchen. Still sitting at her mat, Rosemary was cleaning her small bowl of food as if she were starved (and she wasn't. Harry had even given her a scoop of her favorite wet food while he showered, so she shouldn't be this hungry). 

"Hi, cutie," (Y/N) cooed to the cat, dropping to a crouch beside her while Harry went ahead without her. 

Already doled out and portioned was their simple breakfast of fluffy eggs and hashbrowns with plenty of cheese atop them. Peeking at the sink to see a couple of pans and utensils sitting inside the basin, Harry decided he would let her get to sleep then he would be taking care of that for her. 

"Everything looks alright?" (Y/N) asked, standing to the full of her height with Rosie circling her feet with a twitching tail. 

"Looks really good, love," Harry commended, an easy smile touching his lips, dimples dotting his cheeks. 

Harry led the charge this time, heading towards her living room where he intended to cuddle up with her and share warmth under her blanket. Rosemary had followed them out, picking her own spot on a folded blanket on (Y/N)'s armchair she chose every time over the plush bed by the television. Settling on the cushions, Harry draped the knitted blanket around his and (Y/N)'s shoulders as she sunk into his side. 

"How was work?" she asked, taking the first bite of her cheesy eggs.

"It was alright. Long," he sighed, exhausted just thinking about the hours he spent at the grocery store. He had been thinking about switching to days since everything settled down, but he didn't like the idea of leaving behind the overnight crew he was beginning to grow comfortable with. Plus, he still wasn't that big a fan of strangers, so he wasn't too into the idea of being surrounded by them all shift long. "'M thinking about picking up one of Theo's shifts next week."

(Y/N)'s lips slanted into a precursory frown. "If you don't want to, you don't have to, H. You've been working a lot, lately." 

He shrugged, picking up a bite of his hashbrowns. "I know, but I want to save as much as I can before I move. The apartment I was looking at, the rent went up another hundred per month again." 

A beat of silence settled between them for a moment. "You know," (Y/N) started, the tone of her voice familiar enough that Harry knew exactly where she was going, "You don't have to find a new place if you don't want to—you can just come here, instead. It's not like we haven't pretty much lived together already." 

Peeking up at her, he caught (Y/N)'s theatrical smile, big and bright on her features as her own form of small persuasion. She always gave him that look when she brought up this subject. 

"I know," he said, the same thing he always started with, "Let me think about it, peach." 

A part of him wanted to see if he could cut it by himself without using the methods he was used to, but, as (Y/N) had reminded him once, he'd done this whole thing by himself for a very long time—and his shortcuts often made things harder on himself than he cared to admit. He didn't have to be alone anymore, he had her. 

(There was also a whole thing he was still fighting off, the feeling of being a burden on her and taking things that shouldn't be given. That was also something he was trying to work on, even if a bit fruitlessly).

"What did y'do this morning while y'waited?" Harry asked, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere.

Swallowing down a bite of her breakfast, (Y/N) shrugged. "I started some laundry, but I was too tired to fold everything so I just made breakfast and then sat down. I had the weirdest dreams last night, though." 

"Yeah?" Harry smiled, looking at her with raised brows, "What were they?" 

With that, (Y/N) launched into a vivid description of her latest dreamscape. Harry listened intently to every turn her story took, forgetting about his food at points in favor of listening to what she had to say. It wasn't necessarily the nonsensical dream that had him so entertained, it was the way she told it. He still reveled in learning her mannerisms, the gestures that made her who she was. There was always something new he could glean just by listening to her. 

Before long, empty plates sat before them and the knitted blanket draped over their shoulders had morphed into a cocoon. Harry curled (Y/N) into his lap, draping her legs over his thighs with his arm wrapped around her back to keep her tucked into his side. She talked to him about the shift she'd had the night before and the book she had finally ordered, and any little thing Harry could get out of her. (Y/N) didn't mind doing the talking, more than happy to have him be her listener, though he was still learning that it was okay to have a listener, too. 

The sun was beginning to paint the sky a warm orange over the horizon by the time (Y/N) settled into Harry's chest, her head on his shoulder. The blanket was warm around their forms, reflecting heat back. Harry had it tucked up high under (Y/N)'s chin, allowing her to melt back into the sleep-sodden state he'd found her in. 

A companionable silence settled over them, leaving Harry's own eyes to shutter in contentment. Huddled under the fleecey blanket, sharing warmth with her, he allowed his hands to wander over her pliant form. 

His hand on her back made spanning circles over the planes, the pads of his fingers skimming the bumps of her spine and cradle of her ribs. She was still awake, that much he could tell, but her breathing was an even pace he could feel both under his hand and the puffs against his shoulder. Skating over her form, his hand landed on the curve of her waist, reuniting with the familiar softness with denting fingertips. 

Without meaning to, his subtle squeeze had (Y/N) jumping in his lap, a huff of laughter pluming from her lips. 

"Sorry," Harry murmured, dropping an apologetic kiss to the top of her head. 

(Y/N) snuggled closer in response, his mistake forgiven. Leaving his hand still on her waist, he instead focused on the span of thigh under his left hand. 

He had previously pressed his palm into her hip when she had swung her legs into his lap, though now he grazed his touch over the plush of her thigh. Despite the chill in the air and the handful of times she complained about the cold while snuggling into bed, she still couldn't seem to ditch her sleep shorts, leaving a length of her bare skin on display. He worked a soothing circuit over the skin, the blunt of his nails dragging along here and there as he felt goosebumps prickle over the surface. 

She keened into his touch, pressing her body that much closer to his own. The soft contours that made up her form reflected against the hard angles of his own, sharing their warmth under the knitted blanket. All night he had missed this. 

The last time he had seen her was two mornings ago, just before she had left for her shift at the bakery. It was a quick goodbye, Harry blinking awake just enough to catch her lips in a quick kiss before she was telling him she'd see him later and that she loved him. He didn't sleep much after that, barely dozing in and out of restless dreams before he deigned himself into properly waking and heading home to ready for his own shift. He had missed her, missed the warmth of her touch, the caress of her voice, the wisp of her presence. 

To have her now was both exhilarating and relieving. He wanted to stay awake so he didn't miss a single second with her, even if it meant only watching her sleep. But seeing her so relaxed and feeling her melt against him comforted him into his own contented state, as if tonight would be the night he would float away on his own pleasant dreams. 

Harry kept running his hands over her body, soothing himself with the plush of her skin and the line of her form. Maybe it was the feel of her warmth, the safety under the quilt with her, or even the feel of the huffs of her breath against his neck, but before he even realized, he felt a stirring in his lap. Under the pillows of her thighs, his cock was much more awake than the rest of him, suddenly piquing to attention with her as his target. 

Folding his bottom lip between his teeth, Harry attempted to shift under her in hopes of concealing the stray effect her presence was having on him (truly, he couldn't be too surprised. He'd gone years without any kind of physical relationship with anyone other than himself, and now he felt like a teenager again, aching every time he caught a whiff of her attention). He was sure her cuddling was not something she expected to entice him, especially given how close she was to edging on falling asleep in his arms. 

In an attempt to keep himself in check, he stilled his wandering hands, keeping them stationary on the outside of her knee and the safety of her waist. He would hate for her to think he was taking advantage of their position when this was supposed to be a tender morning together after she went out of her way to welcome him home. 

Shifting his hips, he tried to gently remove his lower half from the warm body without disturbing her, or landing in an awkward position. 

"Where are you going?" (Y/N) grumbled when his movement didn't stop, her arms clinging to his neck. 

Harry figured he might be more intoxicated than he thought when just the glaze of her voice was enough to have the muscles in his thighs tensing. His mind immediately went to a different place, remembering all of the breathless words he'd heard wrapped in that voice and the many he still wanted to hear. 

"Nowhere, jus'—" he strained, finding a less than comfortable position with his tailbone low on the cushion and his back stretched long, "getting comfortable." 

"Oh," she sounded, waking some as she peeked her head up, "I can move if you need me to." 

Before Harry had a chance to stop her, tightening his hold on her, she was shifting herself on his lap following the way he was sprawling out. Soon enough, he could feel the plush of her thighs brushing against the familiar hardness in his lap, something that had her stopping in her own movement for a breath. 

He loosened his hold on her then, allowing her space if she wanted off of him. "Peach," he started after a beat, sighing out the pet name.

Popping out of her hiding place against his neck, (Y/N) looked to him with still sleepy eyes though they were definitely brighter than he would have guessed given how close to sleep she had been. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

Blinking, Harry matched her eye contact. She looked to him with a pair of pinched brows and a clear gaze, no hesitancy behind her perplexing question.

That was not the kind of reaction he had thought he would garner. Extra information was not one of the routes he saw this conversation needing. 

"I—" he started, cutting himself off a syllable later, "We... We're cuddling, peach. I didn't want to ruin the morning. You're too tired, anyway." 

As she listened, Harry got a view of the soft smile that took over her features, lighting up the sleepy corners of her eyes. 

"I'm not too tired for you," she crooned, her voice quiet for just the two of them. Dipping her head down, (Y/N) pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, the tip of her nose skimming his cheek. "You worked hard last night—you deserve something nice." 

A heavy blink weighed down his eyelids as he lent into her kiss, cock stirring in his lap. Was he always this easy to get turned on? Or was it just (Y/N) who knew how to push all of his buttons so perfectly? 

Dropping his head back against the backing couch cushion, Harry allowed (Y/N) to shower him in her kisses, his mouth in a soft gape. He could feel her gentle smile with every planted kiss against his skin, touching down his neck and over his cheeks and nose. Every bit of his skin she could reach was warmed with her kiss. 

One of her hands on his shoulder drifted down, grazing over the blocks of muscle that made up his chest and abdomen, she trailed down until she hit his lap and the bulge that rested between his thighs. His lungs stunted at the soft pressure she applied. 

"(Y/N)," he started, voice strained as he blinked his eyes open to match hers, "Y'really don't have to. I know you're tired." 

Canting her head, she chanced a glance down towards his lap before she floated her hand away to sit on the middle of his abdomen. "I'm okay, though," she reminded him, looking more awake every time she insisted, "But, if you're too tired, we can go to my room and cuddle instead." 

Folding his bottom lip between his teeth, Harry scanned his eyes over her features. There was no way he was going to turn her down in favor of sleeping, especially if she was offering so earnestly. 

"'M awake, if you are," he murmured, matching her eyes with his own intensity. 

Her smile was too cute, Harry decided, for a moment like this—negotiating over sex. "I think I'm a little too tired for everything, but I've been wanting to do something else for you if it's alright." 

Harry's head swirled with whatever this something else was that she had in mind. "Whatever y'want to do, peach. I'll take anything y'want to give me." 

(Y/N) dropped a short kiss on his lips, looking a bit too excited before she began slipping down his body with a chirped Good! falling from her lips. 

Instinctively, Harry wanted to curl his fingers around her body, keep her where she was against his chest, where she was keeping him warm. Still, he refrained, allowing her to coast down his form until she was settled on the floor between his legs, her knees tucked underneath her with the blanket draped around her shoulders (sneaky thing took the blanket with her before he even had a chance to notice). 

His heart thumping in his chest, Harry took in the sight of her on her knees before him. Her eyes suddenly appeared wider, lashes fuller, cheeks warmer. He's never seen her like this before, never had the privilege of having her knelt before him though he had a muscle-squeezing idea of where this may be going.

Spreading his thighs that much more, (Y/N) shuffled between them until she was fit against the edge of the couch with his knees on either side of her. Reaching out, he passed a hand through her hair. 

"You're so pretty, peach. You know that?" he murmured, affection dripping from his tender words. 

She turned bashful under his praise, resting her head on the inside of his thigh as she gazed up at him. "Thank you," she told him through a small smile, "Is it okay if I try this? I know we've never really talked about it, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately." 

Attempting to not get sidetracked over the idea of (Y/N) thinking about having his cock in her mouth—a lot, too—, he kept his focus on the way she looked up at him. A lopsided smile quirked up the corner of his lip. 

"You think I would ever say no to that, peach? Or you, for that matter?"

A plume of laughter fell from her lips. From how close she was, with her head pillowed against his leg, Harry could feel that puff against his sweats. He wondered if she felt the way his muscles squeezed under her cheek. 

"Just wanted to check, that's all," she prattled, lifting her head from his thigh with her hands reaching towards the waist of his sweats. 

With Harry's help lifting his hips, she was able to hook her fingers in the band of his sweats and briefs, pulling the pair down until they rested on the mid of his thighs and his cock had bobbed against his stomach. A shiver tickled his spine now that he was exposed to the chilly air of her home, though he doubted that was the same reason as to why goosebumps touched his skin.

When (Y/N) took him into her hand a moment later, her eyes trained on his ruddy, leaking cock while his own eyes fought against a fluttery blink, Harry's breath hitched. The hand that had been gently petting back her hair turned a hair firmer, reaching to gather the strands on the back of her neck. 

"I wish you had told me earlier you were feeling like this," she spoke without lifting her eyes from her hand, "I would have helped you instead of almost falling asleep." 

He wasn't even sure if she was intending to be as sexy as she sounded then, his breath stuttering at the feel of her hand pumping around his length with her voice swirling around him. 

"'M sorry, love," he sighed, "Thought y'would be too tired." 

She shrugged as if this was nothing, Harry having to bite back a smile as he watched on. "I don't mind. I'd rather suck you off than go to sleep, honestly." 

At that, there was no way he could pull back the shuddering moan that tumbled from his mouth. A string of precum pearled at his tip only to be wiped away by (Y/N) as she collected it to help slick her strokes. 

Nails grazing her scalp, he tipped his head as he watched his love admire his cock the way he admired her. "You're so good to me, peach. 'M so lucky, you know?" 

A brilliant smile on her face, she glanced up at him with a frame of fluttering lashes around her eyes. "You deserve it, honey." 

There was something else he was going to say, most likely another praise about how perfect she was for no other reason than he loved her and she had his prick in her hand, but that all went down the drain as soon as she lent forward and pressed her lips to the crown. Her lips were warm and soft, slick with the precum gathering on his tip. 

It was the way she fluttered her eyes closed, her lips puckered and sweet, looking just the way she did when she kissed him, that had him almost melting into the cushions. She was kissing on his cock the way she did his lips—with affection and something all too soft for an act like this. 

He could only watch breathlessly as she held his shaft in a snug fist, tipping her chin and tilting her head with every smeared kiss along his head. If this was already making his stomach jump and lungs squeeze, he feared to think just how long he'd last once she gave him more than a few kisses. 

With hooded eyes, (Y/N) blinked up at him just before he felt the tip of her tongue gliding out from between her lips. The fan of her breath rolled across his sensitive skin, chilling the newly slicked path from her tongue had his blood pounding through his veins. His hand gripping her hair pulsed, subconsciously keeping her right where she was. 

"Fuck," he breathed, feeling a flush creep up his chest and along the column of his throat. 

Though he felt her hand pulse around his length, she didn't let him distract her. Instead, the swift licks she gave graduated to long laves when she shifted to drag the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock. A sheen of spit covered her lips and sparkled on her chin with every lick as Harry's breathing labored above her. 

His eyes followed her every move with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as she began pumping her fist across his now slick length once more before she pursed her lips against his tip. His chest constricted when he saw a string of saliva drop from her lips, sliding down the ridge of his tip, though his breath was cut off when she took him into her mouth. 

With her hand still working his shaft, she sucked on his head. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge, Harry's hips bucking against her mouth without permission. 

"S-Sorry," he breathed out when he saw her rear back. 

"It's okay—just wasn't ready," she murmured through a thick throat. Drawing her eyes away from where her hand was pumping over his length in the absence of her mouth, she told him, "You can—um—do it again, if you want. I'll be expecting it now, so."

There was a part of him that wanted to fawn over her nervous delivery; how sweet could she be with the taste of him on her tongue and kisses warming his cock? It was hardly fair to feel a flutter in his chest when he was already hard over her. 

The rest of him, though, was definitively stuck on the fact that she had invited him to lift his hips into her face. She hadn't been ready before, but she was now and didn't have a single qualm about him pressing into her mouth the same way he sunk into her pussy. 

His hand in her hair traveled through the strands until he landed on the back of her neck, his palm becoming a cuff pressed against the nape. 

"You're alright with that, love?" he pressed, his hand clenching when she gave a particularly tight drag of her hand over his length. "I don't want to hurt you." 

"You won't," she assured him, "I trust you." 

He wanted to say more but there was nothing left for him to choke out when she dipped her head down and took him back into her mouth. Her lips were split wide around his tip as she inched more of him down before stopping with a short gag. When she found her stopping point, she dragged her tongue around the underside, outlining the strong vein that roped around his length. She bobbed her head some, taking his tip to the back of her throat in a teasing squeeze over and over. Whatever she couldn't reach was taken care of by her hand, her fingers tight around his girth. 

"Jes—fuck—Peach," he choked out, his hand on the back of her neck a heavy weight as he watched his wet dream play out in front of him. 

She kept her focus on her task, ignoring his calling of her pet name, with her free hand coming to rest on his thigh. The blunt of her nails pressed into the flesh, becoming points of clarity against the rushing in his ears. 

Her earlier suggestion rang in his head. She had shown him her limits—just how far she was able to take him down before she would need to rear back and breathe, and the pacing that felt comfortable for her. 

He could be careful. He could take care of her, and give himself what he wanted. Give himself what he had dreamt of more than once in the middle of the night. 

With her so close to him, it wasn't hard to solidify his grip on the back of her neck. She paused when she felt the weight, curling her mouth around his leaking tip. All it took was a watery glance up at him through her lashes when Harry allowed a moment of his inhibitions to drift.

Keeping her steady over his lap, he pushed his hips upwards, his cock sinking into her mouth in one fluid motion. The channel of her throat tightened as he pulled her head to meet him halfway, telling him when to stop before she would gag around him. The silky warmth had him shuddering in his spot, his free hand now fisting the throw pillow at his side. 

"Shit, (Y/N)," he panted, his mouth in an open gape as he watched her sink over him. Her hand on his thigh was warm and piercing. 

Rearing back, Harry found a rhythm as he thrusted his hips forward into her mouth once more. Her tongue skated around his length with her hand clumsily pumping where he didn't dare to push her. With her lips stretched around him, her saliva began to drop down his cock, landing in the thatch of hair at his base. The band of his low sweatpants shifted against his balls, an unexpected jolt hitting his stomach every time he pulled away from her mouth. 

A stream of moans, grumbling whines, and calls of her name permeated her living room. Through the cracks in her curtains, sunlight spilled into (Y/N)'s home, rays catching the blanket huddled form that was her sitting between his legs. Stray hairs haloing her head were highlighted by the sunlight, plating them in gold through his rose-colored lenses. 

With the way he was fucking into her throat, rearing his hips back once he hit the seal only to sink his length inside once more, it felt entirely out of place to feel especially sentimental gazing down at her. Maybe it was the long night of work, the buttery morning, or the fact that this was the first time he'd been sucked off in years, but had he ever been more in love? 

If the slick of her mouth and writhing of her tongue wasn't enough, when a delicate moan slipped out of her throat and vibrated around his prick, Harry could feel the spiral hiding behind his abs tighten into something unbearable. 

"Fuck—I'm—You're," he stammered, the pacing of his hips beginning to falter with a pinch appearing between his brows and his throat growing thick, "'M gonna cum, peach—shit." 

The peek he saw of her eyes through her lashes was one he wouldn't forget. There was a wet sheen to her gaze from the amount of times he prodded at her boundaries, pushing the tip of his cock just that much further into her throat. Her lips were slicked with spit, the very corner of her mouth sporting a pearly dot of his precum, with her skin warm on the back of her neck. His hips stuttered thinking about the fact that he had been the one to get her like that this morning. 

Her hand pumped the remainder of his length quickened, the fist tight. She stroked over him in tandem with the pacing of his hips, meeting him halfway. His breaths were nothing more than uneven puffs falling from strained lungs. 

"C-Can I cum in your mouth, peach?" he panted, the words rushing out before he had any real thought behind them, "Or do y'want me to st—" 

Before he had a chance to finish she let out a delicate moan, her lips tight around the stretch of his girth. Her choice was clear, seeing as she didn't stop him from pushing through her pursed lips or drawing away against the weight of his hand. 

Though it felt a bit pathetic, just how easy he was, that was somehow all he needed before he felt the first surge of release. His hips stuttered, (Y/N)'s own hand struggling in her pacing when the first rope hit the back of her throat. He felt his muscles tense, his abdomen hard and his thigh bunched tight under her hand. His mouth was in a gape as he fought to keep his eyes open with every pulse of his cock leaking more cum into the back of her throat. 

He wanted to watch as he came into her mouth, he wanted to see her face. His hand on the back of her neck loosened as he felt into the moment. He swore there was a haze that drifted through her home at that moment. There was nothing but static touching his skin—and (Y/N).

By the time the cloudy haze and the electricity faded, Harry's muscles unclenched as he sank back into the couch. (Y/N)'s mouth was still warm around his cock, though her grip had fallen away in the fray. His eyelids felt heavy as he gazed at her, luxuriated in the feel of her cleaning him up as the final ropes fell from his tip. 

When it all became too much, Harry feeling too sensitive for any more, he used that grip on the back of her neck to draw her away from him. She went pliantly wherever he wanted her, disconnecting from his cock with a soft pop and a lingering string of saliva that evenly bowed and broke to land on her chin.

Harry's hand on her neck shifted to trail through her hair, a decidedly gentler touch than what he was sure he was giving her in the heat of the moment. He pet back the errant strands, displaying her face for him in the rising sunshine. Once again, he couldn't be sure if it was the way the light fell on her face, the soft set of her features, or the fact he had just orgasmed harder than he knew could happen before eight a.m., but he'd never seen anything so pretty.

Her eyes glimmered with stray tears, her skin warm and dewy with sweat. Her lips were swollen and slick, her hair a little bit of a mess thanks to him. If he wasn't already spent, growing limp, he would have had to take her again if for no other reason than to show her just how beautiful he thought she was.

"C'mere, peach," he murmured, his voice sunken in his throat, "Let me kiss you." 

Though she didn't waste any time crawling back into his lap, (Y/N) took a moment to pull his pants back up his thighs and tuck his sensitive cock away before she was straddling his hips. Opening his arms, (Y/N) fell into his chest with her own arms looping around his neck. 

It was an affection hug he pulled her into first, his face burrowing into her neck with his nose skimming her hairline. He pulled in her scent in a thick inhale, pulsing his arms around her. The blanket she had stolen in the first place was now draped around their snuggled position once more, layering around them as if there was any more privacy to be had in the middle of her empty house.

She was the first to begin drawing away, but Harry caught her lips before she had a chance to utter anything through her perfect, perfect, perfect mouth (maybe he hadn't come down completely, just yet). He pressed a soft kiss to her top lip before he took it between his two, getting a taste of her lips when he parted his own. He didn't mind that he could still taste the traces of himself, too caught up in the fact that she wanted that taste of him in the first place. The pads of his fingers pressed into the small of her back, keeping her cuddled to his chest as he tilted his head and tipped his chin this way and that. 

"I love you," he breathed against her mouth, parting just far enough away for the words to slip through. 

A gentle laugh dripped from her lips coloring his own though he didn't interrupt his kissing. "I can't imagine why you'd be saying that right now, after what just happened." 

He knew she was teasing, attempting to play with him some after their intimacy, but he didn't have it in him to go along. "I mean it," he insisted, sounding a touch more desperate than he meant to let on, "I love you so much. Everything about you." 

Pulling far enough away to rest her forehead on his, Harry was forced to blink his eyes open and keep himself from following after her kiss. Her gaze was soft, a fond depth swimming in her irises. 

"Harry," she started, the pillows of her lips grazing against his own, "I love you, too. Don't sound so sad." 

"'M not sad," he answered in a rush, "'M happy��so happy. You're so perfect, and 'm so lucky, and I love you." 

That fondness in her eyes landed on her lips, stretching them into a soft smile that Harry wanted to get a full view of but didn't want to draw any further away to see. "I love you, too," she declared, granting mercy on him and tipping her chin to press a single kiss to his waiting mouth, "You're perfect, and I'm the lucky one." 

There was the immediate instinct to argue with her, remind her of who he was before her, but he refrained. It was something he was working on—accepting her love and kind words—, and he didn't want to ruin the moment by denying her feelings for him. 

"Thank you," he answered simply, giving a loving kiss to the full of her lips as a way to seal his. 

(Y/N) reciprocated with a press of her own, surely aware of what was going on in his head. Pulling away from him, she began crawling out of his lap despite the hold he had around her middle. "You're welcome," she smiled, a hint of pride in the corners, "I think—if you're not too awake now—that we should nap for the rest of the morning. In my room, too, so we can actually cuddle." 

Scanning over her features now, he could still see that sleep tinge to her face; a slight crease to her eyes and the sloping of her shoulders. She had been the one half asleep in the first place, and she ended up being the one that did the most work in the end—she deserved to sleep her morning away.

Plus, he still needed to do her dishes while she slept. Especially after what she just did for him. 

"That sounds really nice, peach," he settled on, allowing her a glimpse at his dimples when he gazed up at her. 

Muttering a quiet, chittering C'mon, then, Harry gave her his hand to drag him back to her bedroom. The throw blanket she had claimed for herself trailed behind her as he followed. The smile on his face had no plans of slipping away as he watched her pad towards her bedroom, socked feet and her blanket covered body too cute for her own good. 

A quiet pattering sounded behind him. Harry felt his chest plummet towards his stomach before he even chanced a look over his shoulder.

Reluctantly, he turned his head just to see Rosemary following after them on her quiet feet. Her tail flicked high in the air, her ears at attention as she looked up at him with her moon eyes. 

God, he really hoped she hadn't just seen what happened. 

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anon ur right he does deserve this!!! thank u for requesting!!! thank u to everyone for reading and so sorry for any mistakes! if you have any ideas of your own please send them in!

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How would rafe react the first time you call him papi? I feel like it’d be a surprise because he’s never been called that before!!

already elaborated on this for sweetheart!reader so here is americana!reader bc she’s a cutie patootie <3

rafe cameron absolutely loved calling you pet names, and he had a laundry list of names he’d found himself calling you by: pretty girl, mama, baby, princess, angel, kid — the lists goes on and on. he reserved calling you by your full name for when he had to command your attention, it let you know whether or not he was upset with you. however, you’d been used to calling him by his first name, but there was a part of you that hated how not-romantic it came off, you wanted a pet name for him, because he was yours and you felt as though he should have one. i mean, sure, sometimes the name rafey fell from your lips, but you felt it was a lazy nickname and a bit too boyish for the man you call your lover.

you didn’t even realize that the new pet name for rafe had subconsciously slipped off of your tongue as you bent down to greet rafe with a chaste kiss to his pink lips, “hi papi,” you smiled, completely missing the way rafe’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sound of his new name. frankly, he didn’t know where the fuck that came from, but he wasn’t questioning it either, he thought it was hot. catching onto rafe’s silence, you slightly pouted, your head cocked to the side as you parted your sticky and glossed lips to speak, “did i- did i do something wrong?” you questioned, your doe eyes cutely widening with feverish panic as rafe ran his hand through his greasy curtain bangs with a breathy and flustered chuckle.

bringing his gaze to meet yours, rafe shifted his hips as he leaned back into the couch, “papi? that’s new,” he questioned, his flexed arms crossed over his chest as you blinked with realization.

“oh! yeah, do you like it? s’just that you’re older than me, so i feel kinda stupid calling you baby,” you reasoned aimlessly, walking towards rafe as you carefully straddled his lap, your denim skirt riding up the curve of your plush ass as rafe nodded with a smirk playing on his handsome face. with an exasperated sigh, you bite back a blushing smile as you catch rafe’s eyes staring at your mouth, “do you really like it?” you press, suddenly overwhelmed and feeling a bit too vulnerable due to the externally close proximity between you and rafe.

“i love it, princess — it sounds even better than daddy,” he teases, nudging your tummy with his ringed finger, before sliding his hand up to the base of your throat, wrapping his long fingers around your neck in a gentle hold, “s’that what you think i am? m’your daddy, huh pretty girl?” he coos in a mocking tone, his lips pulling into a subtle pout as you nod, licking over your swollen lips as rafe watches you with lowly hung eyes.

with a cheesy smile, you nodded, “rafey, come on,” you whined.

“tell me, mama — who takes care of you?” rafe cooed, his handing gripping your throat just a bit tighter.

with a shaky inhale, you watched as rafe unbuttoned his khakis with his free hand, your mouth watering as he reached his hand beneath the waistband of his boxer, “you,” you sighed, licking over your swollen lips.

“who keeps that pretty little smile on that pretty face?” rafe breathes out, pulling his hardened cock out, allowing it to slap against his tight stomach, his thick mushroom tip leaking with sticky pre-cum.

letting out a needy whine, you lift your hips, reaching your small hand down to pull your dainty crème colored lace thong to the side, “you do, papi,” you slowly sink down onto rafe’s length, a throaty moan leaving your parted and puffy lips as rafe filled you to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed right underneath the curve of your plush ass.

staring up at you through his stringy curtain bangs, rafe leans his head back against the couch, gently pushing his large hand against the hardened part of your tummy, smiling in pride as he felt the slight bulge of his tip, “fuck — y’know i’ll always be your papi, princess,” rafe slides his hand to wrap around your back, pulling you into his chest as he slowly fucks his hips up into yours, “m’always gonna take care of my baby,” rafe groans into you ear, relishing in the sound of your squelching pussy as he maintains his disgustingly slow and deep pace, soaking in every sound of your pretty little moans as your nails dig into the side of his neck.

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After a night that took an eternity to pass, you woke up feeling worse the wear and wishing for sleep to take you under once more. Only, Rafayel had other ideas; the love and care he provided was always second to none.

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“Cutie?” 

A gentle, rousing touch against your shoulder brought a bloom of warmth to the sore, aching muscles beneath the soft, cotton sleep shirt you wore, and you subconsciously found yourself moving towards the touch, yearning for more of the softness it provided against the jagged edges of pain. “Mm.”

“Where’s my girl, huh?” The playful voice continued. The mattress under you shifted with the additional weight of the source, and then you felt the presence of someone looming far over you — their breath was slow and steady, matching your own deep breaths of waking slumber. “Where’d she go? You seen her, miss?”

A small smile pulled at your lips, and you stubbornly burrowed further into the covers. “Ain’t seen her, mister,” you replied, your voice muffled by the plush fabric.

“Mister, huh?” he repeated. “I think I need a closer look to make sure, I could’a sworn I saw my girl somewhere here. Maybe…” The weight on the mattress shifted and you felt a body settle heavily beside you. “Under the covers?” 

Then, the blanket was gently pulled downwards to reveal your face. 

Rafayel’s bright smile shone brighter than the morning sun, and now that you were exposed to the outside world, you could hear the lap of the waves through the open window while seagulls called to one another way above the swells. 

The smell of pancakes filled your senses, and you inhaled deeply, careful to not jar your sore diaphragm. 

“There she is,” Rafayel cooed, the ears on his head facing forward while the dancing tip of his tail could be seen every swish above his hip. “Hey, you.”

“Morning, Raffie,” you mumbled in reply, looking at him through your heavy eyelids. “Why’re you up so early?”

He blinked. “Early? It’s like, mid-afternoon.” The pad of his index finger poked you on the tip of the nose. “I couldn’t bear to wake you.” 

The sun danced over his figure, while the shadows he casted over the bedding danced with the sway of the sea breeze blowing through the curtains. It was only when that same finger tilted your chin up, that you looked at him again. “What’s wrong? I know you couldn’t sleep, honey.”

A moment passed until you could answer. “Just in pain.” 

The reply made his eyes widen with concern. “Well, it’s a good thing I know just the thing to help.” In Rafayel’s haste to stand up, his feet stumbled as they connected with the floorboards of your shared bedroom, and he tripped, landing on the floor with a thud.

“Oh!” The covers rustled as you rushed to sit up, only you froze in place with the wave of pain it brought on. “Ow… Raf, are you–?”

“‘M fine, I‘m fine,” he moaned pitifully. Then, a mussed head of purple hair appeared above the foot of the bed, ears pinned back in annoyance. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, and you clutched your sides while you gathered yourself. Rafayel stuck his bottom lip out in a pout and whined in protest — it only served to make you laugh harder. His thin tail thrashed with the indignity of being clumsy, and he stood up with a grunt of effort before he stalked from the room, grumbling under his breath about revenge. 

The pattering sound of his rushed footsteps echoed down the short hallway, and before you could call out to him and tease him some more, the sweet scent of waffles, pancakes, and tart fruit filled your senses. It made your heart soar with realisation: Rafayel had cooked you a full breakfast, sparing no expense or effort. 

You smiled tearily while you stared at the doorway as he appeared. The russet ears atop his head twitched and swivelled at the sound of your small sniffle. “Cutie? You okay?”

“Y–Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.” 

Rafayel walked closer and placed the large tray next to your knees and in the middle of the bed. Each succulent piece of fruit was artistically placed; every last dollop of cream and syrup layered perfectly over the piled, sugary heaven. 

One small dish in particular caught your attention. “You even got– Oh my gosh, Raf,” you gasped, the corners of your eyes crinkling from the wide smile on your lips. A small bowl, no bigger than your fist, was overladen with scoops of ice cream. 

“Nothing but the best for My Lady,” Raf purred as he climbed into bed beside you. The brush of his hair against your cheek made you hum, and he continued to nuzzle against you as you glossed over the options of what he had prepared. “You’re not movin’ from this bed today.”

“Thank you.” 

The smile he bestowed upon you could have rivalled the most beautiful, luminescent pearl in the deepest depths of the ocean. “You’re welcome. Now eat up, before I steal your ice cream.”

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request:”heyy could you please write a 2018 Tom x freader who had a stressful day at work and he suggests she rides his face thank you!!”

pairings:2018 Tom x f!reader

genre:smut

warnings:swearing eating out face riding usual smut features swearing not the best written

Under 15 DNI

please don’t steal or copy my works thank you.

A/n:ANOTHER FIC?? oh my god maybe I’m back in my active era I’m joking i am getting back into writing enjoy my loves it’s very short I’m sorryyy

“I’m so fucking done with that bitch!!” walking through the front door and slamming down your documents on the dining table. you were so tired and stressed you couldn’t take it anymore, “Liebling you okay?”

Your head turned as you saw Tom standing behind you his eyebrows raised, you sighed and ran a hand through your hair “Mhm I’m sorry it’s just fucking work my boss is a prick if I don’t finish these and it’s just been bothering me lately.” He nodded and pulled you into a tight embrace his expensive cologne filling your nostrils, his hands resting on your lower waist.

“You know I’ve got an idea how we could maybe you know get rid of the stress” his voice low you moved your head out of his neck and your eyebrows furrowed, “Yeah real funny Tom I doubt anything will”. Tom rolled his eyes “Just follow me upstairs.”

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You looked at him your eyes showing some sort of concern your wet cunt already hovering over his face, “Tom there’s no way I can ride your face I could crush you or worse I could fucking kill you.” His hands rested on your plush thighs massaging the skin, “and I’d rather die with you riding my face love.” you looked down at him again shaking your head you were about to move off him. Till his hands wrapped around your thighs and pushed your cunt right onto his face.

“F-Fuck Tom!!” you mewled out your hands reaching out to grip the head board, his tongue lapped at your cunt devilling into your slick wet folds. “Love this pussy too fucking much” he moaned out sending vibrations through you like wild fire, His hands moved up to squeeze your ass and you gasped your thighs basically crushed him but he could not give a fuck.

Your hips started to grind against his face he loved that, Tom pushed your cunt harder onto his face while his tongue kept going in and out of your sloppy cunt at a brutal pace his nose just resting against your clit. The sensations were unable, you’ve never felt this good before, your hands moved down to his silky brunette hair tugging on the strands who knows how hard your thighs were suffocating him but this man was in pure heaven.

Your breath hitched as you felt his tongue hit your g spot repeatedly with his warm tongue (okay god no.) “S-shit Tom fuck Jesus I’m gonna cum” you moaned out, your hands tugging on his hair tighter, Tom moved your hips up before moving you at a different angle on his face before slamming you back down on his face his mouth now sucking on your sensitive clit.

“TOM S-SHIT JESUS GOD.” Your breathing shaky than ever, you were about to rip his hair out but he didn’t care you could feel a slight smirk on his face his hands gripped your thighs tighter showing no signs of stopping, while his mouth continued at his brutal attack on your clit, the knot in your stomach was about to burst. Your thighs started to shake within a few seconds your cum was all over his chin and mouth.

You moved off him and took a breath of relief “Thank you for that Tom I needed it.” Your hands moving the hair out his face he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips you grimaced at the taste of yourself but oh well. After a few seconds he pulled back “It’s okay love but it’s a good stress reliever isn’t it?”

A/n:WOOOO I hoped you all enjoyed my cuties keep sending requests in mwah mwah <3

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Tasuku Tsubakino x reader

Lingerie

cw: reader has a vagina, no pronouns used, implied T4T., dry humping.

A/N: this is one of my entries for @ficsforgaza kinktober event

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

You have a staring problem.

Everything about her is pink. Tsubaki tucks her hair behind her ear with demure elegance, manicured nails tangled in her matching rose colored balayage. She leans over the table and points to the textbook between you, pretty, plush lips pulled into a tight and tiny smile. You swear she’s blushing under her painted cheeks-

But that’s not what you’re staring at.

No, you’re locked on to the pastel pink strap that's fallen down her shoulder, the scalloped lace edge pressing into her skin when she moves. The divet it leaves in the skin would fit the edge of your tongue so, so perfectly. The gaps in her shirt feed your addiction more; the lace continues down, down, right to the curve of her chest and presumably farther, all the way to her-

“Uh, hello?” Tsubaki waves that hand in your face and you realize you’ve been ignoring her question. This was supposed to be a study session, not an OnlyFans stream. “Earth to cutie, are you there?”

“Uh, yeah, sorry, just-” You swallow down that lump in your throat. “Just tired.”

“Well, wake up,” she winks. “You promised me a long night, remember?”

Her sentence lifts at the end flirtatiously, like she’s not talking about statistics homework. Finals are coming up, you should really focus-

But her perfume smells like cherry blossoms and it makes your chest bloom pink.

“Can you explain this again?” you ask, pointing to a random problem in the book between you. Your dorm room is less of a mess than usual, cleaned just for her. You’re both on the floor, in the middle of your blue shag carpet, study materials and snacks scattered in between. It's terribly, unfortunately platonic, except for the way you ogle and want in silence.

“You’re totally going to fail this class,” she sighs. Her hair falls over her shoulder when she shakes her head in disappointment. Yeah, you probably will fail, but at least the room will still smell like her when you jack off tonight. You’ll get to be alone with her scent and the memory of how her bra strap just comes right off-- perfect for easy access.  If only her panties came off just as easily, you wouldn’t be so fucking pent up and horny. Maybe she’ll get sloppy and you’ll get a peak under her skirt when she stands, and you can see a hint of matching pink--

 Wait. Do her panties match her bra?

The thought hits you like a lightning bolt. 

You bet they do. They have to, right? Tsubaki cares about fashion stuff, cares about looking good. There’s no way she hasn’t left the house without making sure every part of her outfit is perfect. You bet she has a little thong on, some sort of cunty g-string that you could peel away with your teeth-

“What are you thinking about?” she asks. You’ve been quiet for a very long time.

“Panties,” you say before you can stop yourself. Your cheeks flush with heat as Tsubaki processes this; eyes wide, then narrowed with suspicion. 

“What?” she says.

“Uh, like that Charli XCX song?” You fumble for an answer. “You know, about guessing underwear color. It’s stuck in my head.”

Good save.

“Oh, yeah?” She jerks her chin to you. “Sing it to me then.”

Bad save. “Uh- Oh, I wanna-- see your underwear?”  

Before you can struggle more, Tsubaki reels back and punches your shoulder much too hard. You whine at the pain. She's strong as hell; even her playful taps ache.

“You jerk! Are you serious?!”  she laments. “I’ve been trying to get you to fuck me for, like, months and you’ve just been, like, ignoring my signals! You think girls just-”

She sighs and plays with her hair the way you love, this move so over the top and obviously practiced that you feel dumb for not noticing earlier. “No! It’s all a careful ruse!”

You slam your book closed and throw it across the room. It plops on to your bed. “Wait, really?”  

“Like, duh!” She flits with her hair almost nervously.  “You’re so oblivious.”

So distracted by her, more like it.

“By the way-” Tsubaki kicks her legs forward and sits back onto her butt. “They do match.”

Pausing, she takes a deep breath. Then, she flips the front of her skirt up, a quiver to her hands, and you get a good look. The lace is intermeshed with sheer fabric, pressed against the growing bulge of her untucked cock. Her body is tight with want, core flexed, thighs tightened, and each breath shallow. The smallest drop of wet dots the front of her panties and the spot darkens as she pulses harder. Your own body reacts at the sight, your cunt pulsing, clit equally hard as her-

“Do you think I’m sexy?” she coos gently, surprisingly vulnerable.

“Holy shit. I’d do anything for you.”  You say, on your hands and knees already. “And those fucking panties.”

 By the time you've crawled to her, she's waiting, pressing forward into you to catch you in a kiss. Her lips are soft and sweet like cherries, her lipstick smears across your skin with each breathy kant of your head.  Every touch leaves a trail of pink across you, across your cheeks and down your neck and back to your mouth, until there's more lipstick on you than on her. You kiss her until its smear across her mouth and down her chin in an undeniable mess-

Her hands are already pushing at the elastic waist of your pants, the same rushed tempo that you fumble with her shirt. It’s cotton and stretches for your wandering touch.

“You taste so good-” she coos into your mouth. Greedily, you suck on the soft of her tongue and earn yourself a deep, rolling moan. “Shit-” 

Your hands slide up the exposed, firm plane of her stomach, under those lacy cups of her bra. Her tits are small, barely handfuls under her padded bra, but the pebbled edge of her nipple is raised and begging for attention. Instead, you trace the indented skin the garment left behind, under her breasts, around her back, anywhere marked by elastic. The give of her skin, soft and supple, gives under your touch as you trace the scalloped pattern left behind. 

“Take it off already,” she pouts so beautifully. Her own hands are tugging at the edge of your binder.

“But it looks so pretty.” you mumble back. 

You continue to tease her, caressing everywhere she’ll let you. Her hair is wild against the carpet, caught in the cyan shag, almost as rosy as her cheeks and chest. When she lifts her hips and helps you drag her skirt to her ankles, you’re face to face with her clothed cock, and how it kicks at your attention. The fabric is just thin enough that you can see her shape and the pearl of precum, peeking through the matching lace of her panties. It’s thick, it’s hard, it’s begging to be fucked.

“Tsubaki,”  you say as you peel back the fabric. “Is your cock just as pink as the rest of you?”

She doesn’t have a chance to respond before you find out for yourself. Yes-- yes, her cock is flushed pink, with a pretty little vein running along the underside. It kicks in your hand when you give it a stroke, pulling a perfect bead of precum from her.

“Shit,” she murmurs as she keens into you. She presses on to her hands, keeping your chest against hers- “Oh, shit-”

Her head rolls back, exposing that column of neck. She’s built long and lean, yet sturdy enough that you aren’t afraid to manhandle her a bit; you press your face into her throat so hard that she tumbles back, you on top of her, clothed core pressed against her half exposed cock. Only half consciously, you spread your legs around her waist and grind, searching for her pleasure and yours. Your sleep pants are thin enough that you can feel the ridge of lace, enjoy the thick shape of cock as it slots between the lips of your cunt, your pants immediately dampening from your own excitement.

“Shit-” Tsubaki repeats, “That feels too good, shit--”

Her hips buck against you, pressing her cock through your clothed pussy. The head of her cock bumps against your swollen clit and your stomach tightens with heat, so hard that you rut against her again and again, chasing the molten burn that’s building inside you. Your lips find hers again, muddling her high, breathy whines. The sensation’s becoming too much; she’s fumbling at your hips, whining wordless pleas-

“Oh, I’m gonna-”

You feel it before Tsubaki can finish her sentence. The contraction of everything, followed by the jagged, jumping release. Wet warmth spills across the front of your pants and down her stomach. As she cums, her head falls back again and you get a good peak of how you’ve undone her. Tears prick the edge of her eyes, smearing that carefully placed eyeliner down her beet red cheeks. Her mouth hangs open in silence, frozen in place as her orgasm hits and hits and hits-

By the time she’s boneless, your own high has fizzled away, but it’s worth it to see her so absolutely ruined. A sense of pride washes over you-- yeah, you did that without even taking off your pants.

“That’s so embarrassing,” she whines. “I came so easy.”

“Nah,” you reassure, eyes flickering down her body.  The sheen of cum drips down her underwear.  “It was fuckin’ hot.”

She tucks her hair behind her ears, a tiny smile tugging at  her lips. “You think?”

You nod and run your hands down your own front. Her excitement is smeared across your poor pajamas; there’s so much that it webs across your fingers when you pull away. “You made a fucking mess.”

“I can clean you up-” She takes your hand into hers and brings it to her face. Kissing your fingertips, she then pops the filthy digit into her mouth and sucks. When she lets go with a pop, your finger is clean and dry. “If that’s what you want.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

What The Heart Desires ❤️💚 (Daddy Dom!BakuKiri x sub!Mina x sub!Reader 18+ Short Fic)

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Ejirou x Mina Ashido x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which two lonely-hearted girls make a wish on a star one Christmas Eve for their hearts’ desires: a Daddy Dom. What they don’t expect that night after their annual Christmas party is to receive that wish in two. When their very special party guests and secret crushes show up unannounced at their door proclaiming their romantic feelings and that these two cuties are theirs, what will our two lonely hearts do? Will they have to choose?

Tags: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Pro!KiriBakuMina (Late 20s-Early 30s); Bimbo!sub!Mina x Bimbo!sub!Reader; Dom!KiriBaku; Fantasy; Comedy; Size Difference; Aphrodisiac; Dubcon/R*pe; Body/Chest Worship; Scar Appreciation; Foreplay; Messy Kissing; Spit Play; Cum Play; S*x w/ S*x Toys; Anal Play; Spanking; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Degradation/Praise; Daddy Kink; DDLG; Mild BDSM; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Slutifcation; Objectification; Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Missionary, Daisy Chain, etc.); Polyamorous; Everyone Is Bi; Mutual Os; Creampies; Ownership; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: This chapter contains MAJOR SMUT AND NASTY SHIT. GO TOUCH GRASS AFTERWARDS. LOVE YOU! 🥰 -Jazz

Chapters: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. BONUS CHAPTER.

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SIX: NAUGHTY, NICE OR SLUTTY?

As the night stretches on, the cold wind blows and the snow falls outside. But you and Mina aren’t worried about any calls for a blizzard tonight.

Right now, you’re too busy burning from the intense arousal that your Daddies and adoring pro heroes are giving you as they lay you down in front of the blazing fireplace. The Christmas lights on the tree twinkle, illuminating Bakugou and Kiri’s impressive physiques in green, red, and white.

They are truly the most perfect Christmas gifts, worthy of being under your tree every year…if you’ve been good, of course. But you know that these pros aren’t looking for good girls tonight.

They want two slutty, needy, desperate little girls to play with, use, and dick down tonight…and then maybe some good girls to snuggle afterward. Lucky for them, you and Mina are on the exact same time.

Mina naughtily giggles as Kiri coaxes her into a kiss, his hand on her throat. You’re stuck with Bakugou for now, but you wouldn’t give that up for anything. Not when he’s lying you back and currently spreading your thighs apart, his vermillion eyes all aglow with lust. A bottle of cherry-flavored heating lube and a rose toy sit next to him, making you tingle with excitement.

“Just lean back for me, baby,” he orders. “And you’d better pay attention while I do it. Just ‘cause your girl looks so good doesn’t mean you get to avoid me.”

Kiri tsks, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend. “He’s such an attention whore, ain’t he?” he cackles. “But I think our baby here one-ups him at about five points.”

In a split second, he has Mina bent over in front of the fire, her perky ass up and her face down on the plush rug. You watch in fascination, awe, and arousal as the redhead spreads your girlfriend’s asscheeks apart, showing off her glistening, sobbing wet, pink pussy lips.

Then he is leaning in and sloppily eating it before sliding his tongue up to her ass. Mina gasps, her lashes fluttering as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Whimpering, she tries to push her ass back into Kiri’s mouth, but he clamps a hand on her lower back, keeping her still as he licks away.

After coating her asshole in his spit and stimulating her as much as possible, he takes one of Mina’s favorite butt plugs—the kind with a gem on the end—from next to him, sucks on it, and gently begins to rim the tight hole with it.

The moans that leave Mina’s lips are lewd and loud, fit especially for a porno. Kiri gives her a toothy grin, his cock twitching between his thighs. “That feel nice, Mina?” he cooingly asks her.

”Y-Yes, Daddy,” she moans and a sly smile stretches across her face. “But I’d know what would feel even better.”

Before you can peep more on their moment like a little pervert, you feel the rose toy vibrating against your clit while Bakugou’s hot, wet tongue caresses your slit. Your thighs clench and your hands move to grip his spiked, blonde hair as he slurps and licks away, the toy buzzing against your clit. “Ah, fuck!” you moan. “Yes, ‘Suki, that’s so good!”

Bakugou stares at you between your thighs, his stare hot and possessive. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums against your pussy. “You taste so good for me.” He uses the flat of his tongue to press against your slit while he rubs the rose against your clit, stimulating you in both places. You twitch in pleasure, trying to move away from it because it is just too much!

But Bakugou stops you, placing his scarred hand on one thigh to keep it pinned open. “Uh-uh, no moving. Don’t you dare try to run from this.” He continues to turn tricks with his tongue and soft lips, practically French kissing your pussy. You whimper at the agonizing pleasure. “B-But, Daddy—“

“Fuck, Eji, yes!” Mina yelps from beside you. You turn your head, finding Kiri’s tongue rimming her asshole, replacing the plug for a moment to tease her with his tongue. “Yeah? My little slut likes getting her ass ate, doesn’t she?” Your girlfriend nods, her whimpers and soft moans desperate and needy.

“I bet you love gettin’ it fucked too,” Kiri hums. “Let’s find out.” He pulls his lips away from her and begins to slowly push the plug into her ass.

Your pussy throbs watching the tight hole stretch around the plug, especially when Kiri begins to fuck her asshole with it, turning and twisting the bullet-shaped plug this way and that. “That’s it, take it, baby. Take it like a good girl for me.”

Mina grips the rug for dear life, winding her hips, unashamed and slutty as the pleasure Kiri gives her washes over her. “Oh, my God!” she whines. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Hey.” Bakugou slaps your pussy with his hand, making you jump. He glares at you, irked that your attention isn’t on him and only him.

“Pay attention. I’ve got my tongue in you after all.” He presses the toy harder against your clit, earning a moan from deep in your chest. “I-I’m sorry, ‘Suki,” you whimper. “I-It’s just that…”

He smirks at you, jutting a chin at your whining, whimpering, writhing girlfriend. “You like watchin’ your slutty girlfriend get that pretty asshole fucked, don’t you?” he asks. “Nasty little whore, ain’t she?”

So are you. Your pussy creams and gushes around Bakugou’s skillful tongue as he licks away at your pussy, alternating between sucking on your clit and using the rose to stimulate it.

You can’t help yourself—you begin to grind your hips into his mouth, desperate for more. “That’s it,” he coos. “That’s my girl. Fuck my tongue.”

He watches greedily as you, his good, sweet little baby girl, fucks his face and soaks his mouth in your juices. You turn into a babbling, whining mess, unable to keep your voice down or stop your moans. “Oh, Daddy, yes, yes, yes!”

Mina is in the same state as you, bent over and writhing against Kiri’s tongue as he eats her out and fucks her asshole with the butt plug at the same time. The pros toss you and your girlfriend into a sea of bliss, constantly stimulating you until you have no choice in the matter of orgasming anymore.

“O-Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum!” Mina wails. “I’m so fucking close!” Kiri pulls his lips away from her pink pussy lips to give her ass a smack. “Such a nasty mouth on you. We’ll have to fix that later.”

Bakugou peers into your eyes from between your thighs, still masturbating you with the rose. “You cummin’ too, baby?” he asks. “What’s the magic word?” He turns to Mina, glaring into her glazed, lustful eyes. “Both of you. Say it to us.”

“Please!” she wails, gripping the rug underneath her.

“Please let us cum, Daddies!” you sob, feeling that knot in your core tighten like a fist. “We need it so bad!”

Bakugou must be satisfied because he dives back into your cunt and drinks it like a starving man, desperate to make you cum. Kiri lovingly strokes Mina’s ass while she frantically rubs her clit, her glossy, candy-apple red nails looking so pretty against her pussy. “Go ahead and give it to us, darlings,” he coos. “Cum for us.”

He, too, goes back to eating Mina out until the both of you are moaning so loud that you imagine the neighbors hearing among the quiet snowstorm. When your orgasm comes, it comes fast, hitting you like a freight train. Your back arches as you gush all over Bakugou’s face and the rose toy, tingles of pleasure rushing through your body.

Mina cums too, her moans mingling with yours and filling the air. Bakugou and Kiri continue to lick away until your bucks of pleasure stop and your moans die down into weak, soft whimpers and sighs.

When your orgasm high fades, your pussy twitches as Bakugou gently smooches it, having successfully cleaned all of your cum off of your pussy lips and thighs. He pulls the toy away from your clit and sucks your juices off of it, not leaving anything to waste.

“Good girls, mamas!” Kiri praises, pressing a twitching Mina on the backside. “You both listen to directions so well! How’d we get so lucky, huh?”

A lazy, satisfied smile stretches across your face. You are totally spent. “Thank you,” you sigh. You don’t have to look at Mina to see that she’s smiling. You can hear it in her soft, weak moans.

Bakugou gives you a crooked smile, wiping at his bottom lip and snakebites. “So sweet. Unlike your woman here.” He nods at Mina who has fully recovered and is now making her way over to the blonde.

She has turned into a cat, seducing Bakugou with her eyes and bimbo charm. “Can I thank you both in another way, Daddies?” she purrs. With a mischievous smile, she reaches out to grab Bakugou’s inviting, hard, throbbing cock.

The blonde grasps hold of her tiny wrist, scowling at her. “I didn’t say you could touch me. You forget your manner, Pinkie?”

Mina whimpers, her eyes big and soft. Before she can say anything at all, Bakugou forces her to bend over so she is at eye level with your glistening, wet cunt. “Open your mouth,” he growls. “You wanna be a greedy little slut and put your mouth on somethin’, do it right here.”

Within the blink of an eye, Mina pushes her face into your pussy where she uses her soft lips and magical tongue to eat you out. No matter if you’re whimpering, writhing, and squirming from the intense, almost agonizing pleasure after your first orgasm. “Oh, fuck, Mina!” you whine.

Mina hums into your cunt, sloppy sounds escaping her as she eats to her heart’s content. She has turned into a total pussy slut, needing you like she needs water. “You taste so good here, baby,” she moans. “You’re so fucking—oooooh!”

Her words are cut off when Kiri suddenly slides his cock into her pussy from behind, gripping her hips for leverage. “Now, that’s no way to talk,” he teasingly criticizes her. “Good girls don’t have dirty mouths. Does Daddy have to teach you a lesson, baby?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He just proceeds to roll his hips into her, giving you a front-seat view of his jiggling pecs and her ass bouncing off of him as he gives her back shots. You rub your clit at the sight, gushing into Mina’s mouth.

You can only enjoy the scene for some time before Bakugou’s throbbing, hard, veiny cock is suddenly in your face. He is hovering beside you, holding his dick above your mouth.

“Open up,” he demands. “We don’t need to wake the neighbors, now do we?” A sly grin pulls at his lips. “Or would you rather them hear how you sound gettin’ that pussy ate?”

Plap, plap.

His cock bobs against your lips, staining them in his pre-cum like lipgloss. “Oooh, I bet she does,” Kiri cackles through his huffs as he fucks Mina. “Bet both of them want the whole world to hear how they sound gettin’ their brains fucked out of their heads.”

You open your mouth, wanting to taste your man, and Bakugou slides his cock into your pretty mouth. He groans, tossing his head back at the velvety, wet walls of your mouth.

“So, so cute,” he groans. “So pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

He begins to rock his hips against your mouth, his head just kissing the threshold of your throat while Mina sucks on your clit. “C‘mon, mama, take him deeper,” Kiri coos. “You know you love suckin’ on pro hero cock. Just as much as I love fuckin’ your pretty girl.”

He bumps his hips roughly into Mina’s ass, causing her tongue to slip inside of you. You moan around Bakugou’s dick as Mina is see-sawed between you and Kiri, him pushing and pulling her back.

“Our pretty girl,” Bakugou grunts. “They’re ours now.” He looks down at you as he feeds you more of his big cock down your throat. “Aren’t you, baby? Aren’t you ours?”

Your throat flexes around him, causing you to gag as he begins to stroke the inner walls of your throat. “Mmm-hmmm!” you mumble around his cock. Saliva pools from your lips, dripping down your chin.

Kiri’s handsome face is flushed, his crimson eyes slitted as he stares at his boyfriend fucking your mouth. “Fuck her mouth harder, Kats. I wanna see those eyes roll back into that pretty head.”

Bakugou swears, pushing himself flush against your mouth. “Don’t tell me what to fuckin’ do,” he growls. “If ya want me to do that, you’d better fuck that little slut harder.”

Mina whines into your pussy, still licking and lapping at your juices. Kiri grins, gripping onto her asscheeks. “She sounds like she likes the sound of that,” he chuckles. “Hang on tight, Mina, baby.”

Together, Kiri fucks Mina’s pussy off of its hinges while Bakugou fucks your face, grunting as he does. Through it all, Mina continues to eat you out, making your moans grow loud and unabashed around Bakugou’s dick. Your second orgasm begins to crest, rising to the surface.

Bakugou’s cock slips out of your mouth, allowing you to warn your girlfriend and your Daddies of your end. “I’m gonna cum!” you whine. “I c-can’t! Can’t stop!” Mina whines into your pussy, signaling that she’s close too.

Bakugou slides back into your mouth, fucking your throat like he’s trying to hit a home run. “M’cumming too, baby,” he groans. “Take it all. Don’t you dare waste a drop of me.”

“M-Me too,” Kiri stammers, his handsome face etched in pleasure from Mina’s pussy squeezing around him. “Both of you cum with us. Go ahead, babies.”

Your second orgasm slams into you so hard that all you can do is gasp around Bakugou’s cock. As you gush into Mina’s mouth, she cums around Kiri’s cock, causing him to shoot his load deep inside of her. “Oh, fuck!” he groans, throwing his head back as he releases a fat load deep inside of her pussy.

With a groan, Bakugou cums too, shooting his own creamy load of spunk into your throat. You gargle in surprise at the amount he gives you, doing your best to swallow each ounce like a good girl and not choke (thank God for your nostrils).

Finally, the blonde sits back and pants, his cock still semi-hard. It slips out of your mouth, allowing you to swallow and breathe. “Oh, wow,” you sigh

Your body is tingling, your muscles like putty from two orgasms. Mina pants, leaning against your inner thigh while Kiri leans against her, being careful to not crush her. “‘Oh, wow’ is right,” Bakugou chuckles, his eyes flaring. “But we ain’t finished with you two whores yet. And I know for a fact that you ain’t done with us yet either.”

You feel an excited shiver run through your entire body. Despite those two mind-blowing orgasms, you want more. You want to give more. Judging from the look in Mina’s eyes as Kiri wraps his big arms around her, she does too. “What’d you have in mind, Daddies?” she purrs, nuzzling her cheek into Kiri’s forearm.

The redhead gives Bakugou a deviant, wicked grin that makes your stomach flip. “Whatever else you got up in that goodie drawer.”

Unfortunately for you and Mina, your Daddies raid that damn thing and sometime later, the pros are playing with you again.

Suddenly, you find yourself on all fours with Kiri’s thick cock balls deep inside of your soaking pussy with a butt plug snuggly in your asshole. Lube drips from both of your holes, mixing with the juices that drip down your thighs, making it much easier for Kiri to sink in and out of you.

Your eyes fill with tears from the pleasure and your arch is wobbly. You can barely stand the constant stimulation. “K-Kiri,” you whine. “I feel so…s-so—“

“Full?” he finishes for you. He chuckles, gently stroking your back. “I know, sugar, but you’re doin’ sooo good for me. Just look at how pretty this ass is, Kats!” He gives your ass a smack as he strokes your walls with his dick, taking his sweet time and making you feel all of him.

Bakugou is too busy focusing on Mina who he’s got bent over, face down ass up, his finger stuffed in her pussy while he fucks her asshole with a butt plug. “I will once I show this bratty bitch down here who’s boss,” he growls. “She seemed to forget and tried to reach for my dick…without permission, mind you.”

Mina mewls into the carpet, grasping onto anything as Bakugou fucks both of her holes. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy! You just look so good!”

Spank!

Kiri gives her ass a swat, earning a loud, wanton moan from her. “Couldn’t help myself,” he snickers. “You get one too, mama.” He raises his hand, smacking your ass once more.

Spank!

You gasp, the slight sting making your pussy clench around him. You need more. You need so much more. You push back against him, fucking him yourself. “N-Need you,” you whimper pitifully. “Please, Daddy, fuck me.”

Kiri shudders, hypnotized by the way you look on his cock. He presses a kiss to your backside, totally in love with you. “Well, since my baby asked for it so nicely…”

Finally, he grabs your hips and begins to fuck you deeper, giving you as much dick as you need, no matter the inches. Mina is right in front of you, her face etched in ecstasy as Bakugou slides his fat cock inside of her finally. Your fluttering eyes and open-mouthed expressions mirror one another as each cock fills you up.

Kiri hums in enjoyment, placing a hand around your throat. “Such big girls takin’ two big cocks in those pretty pussies.” His lewd praise makes you whine, your vision blurry from the pleasure.

“Look at your girl gettin’ fucked,” he growls into your ear. “Doesn’t she look so pretty? Why don’t you give her a kiss?”

You stare at your girlfriend’s soft, glassy eyes, full of tears from the pleasure, her smudged lipgloss, and gorgeous tits bouncing as Bakugou rails her from behind and her nipples pinched pink from the nipple clamps. Pain slut. Yes, she does look pretty. The prettiest.

“B-Baby,” she whines. “You’re so beautiful.” She reaches for you at the same time you reach for her, pressing your lips together in a sloppy, messy kiss that Bakugou and Kiri definitely enjoy watching.

You moan into the kiss, your taste lingering on Mina’s tongue. But the magic is interrupted when you suddenly feel Kiri begin to fuck the butt plug in and out of your asshole, squelching sounds escaping you. Mina whines as Bakugou does the same to her, pushing her further into the throes of pleasure. “K-Katsuki, that’s s-so mean!” she stammers.

The blonde scowls at her, a blush on his cheeks at the way her body lewdly moves. “Greedy whores like you deserve it. Now shut the fuck up and keep bouncin’ on that dick.” He twines his hair in her pink locks and pulls, much to her enjoyment. You love seeing your girl go slutty and dumb on a cock.

Kiri pushes his face into your hair, breathing in the scent of your fruity hair cream. “C’mon, baby, throw that ass back on me,” he groans. “Fuck me back. Show me you need this too.”

You do just as he wants, tossing your ass back into him and meeting his thrusts. Hot pants and moans reach a crescendo as you bounce back onto Kiri’s dick while your fingers toy with your clit, bringing you closer to a third orgasm. “That’s my baby,” he grunts. “That’s my good, good girl.”

He uses one hand to cup one of your juicy tits while the other massages your ass as he plows himself into you again and again, turning your pussy into wet mush. “Kiri, I’m gonna cum!” you moan. “Please do it faster! Please!”

The redhead smirks to himself, drilling his hips into you faster and faster. “Is this good enough for you, mama?” he pants. “Huh? Is this dick good enough for you?”

You can’t even describe how it feels. All you can do is babble and wine, your voice reaching heights it never has before. “Fuck yes!” you practically scream. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…!” You don’t finish your sentence, the urge to climax once more too much for you to contain.

Mina whines and moans in front of you, still taking Bakugou’s cock like it is her profession. “M-Me too!” she sobs. “Please, Daddies, make us cum! Please! I promise I’ll be a good girl!”

The blonde wickedly smiles down at her, overjoyed to turn you both into some stupid, brainless cumsluts. “We’ll see about that,” he huffs. “Go ahead and give it to me then. Cum for us, you little sluts.”

Kiri groans as he fucks into you deeper, gripping your smaller, softer body to him in an effort to keep you close. “Cum with me, baby,” he begs. “Cum with me now.”

You let out a broken sob while Mina practically sings as you both cum together, your pussies gushing all over your Daddies’ cocks. Your orgasms trigger Bakugou and Kiri and with two loud moans in unison, they finally bust inside of each of you, filling you both up with two, warm, creamy loads.

You gasp as Kiri grasps your hips hard enough to leave bruises, gripping you like you’re about to disappear. You feel his load drip out of your pussy and down your thighs, coating you.

With a sigh and a weak moan, Kiri pulls out of you, allowing you to slump to the floor in exhaustion. He nuzzles your cheek and presses a kiss to your forehead. “That’s my good girl,” he coos, earning a goofy smile from you. But Bakugou isn’t so touchy-feely. He pulls out of Mina and lets her slump to the floor before drilling you with a hot stare.

“Not done yet,” he growls. “‘Bout to fill you up too. Come the fuck here.” You gape at him, shocked. Again?! He just came twice! He’s like a damn machine. “And you.” Bakugou crooks a finger at Mina in a ‘come hither’ motion.

Despite her sexed-out curls and hooded eyes, she crawls towards him obediently. “How do you want me, Daddy?” she softly and oh-so seductively asks, batting her long lashes.

“Get underneath your girl and please us while I fuck her,” he demands. “You don’t get to just sit there and look pretty. I want you to work that mouth the way you know how.”

Mina is more than happy to oblige, her eyes lighting up like Christmas trees at the prospect of more messy sex. “Yes, sir,” she exhales as she lays down on her back, her gorgeous body on full display and her skin illuminated by the firelight.

Bakugou helps you climb on top and straddle her face, your limbs tired and achy. Mina grips your hips as he slides himself inside of you, filling you until his balls touch your clit. You groan at the delicious stretch and the ache in your cunt, squirming around from his stroke game as he begins to thrust.

He grips your waist tightly, refusing to let you go. “Don’t run from me,” he growls. “No, you take this shit. You wanted it and now you’ve got it.”

You can’t take it! Any of it! Not his delicious cock. Not Mina’s soft lips and tongue caressing your clit or eagerly sucking on Bakugou’s balls. Not any of it. You feel like you’re a balloon expanding with too much air. Bakugou presses his nose into your hair, his snakebites tickling your ear.

“You’ve got it, baby,” he whispers. “You’re a big girl, right? You don’t wanna disappoint Daddy, do you?”

No. Never.

"N-No!” you sob. Bakugou smirks into your hair, wrapping his hand around your throat as he drills your shit over and over again. “Fuckin’ fuck me back then.” Despite your aching thighs, you rock yourself back into him, riding Mina’s face at the same time, your eyes fluttering closed.

When you open them, Kiri has appeared in front of you, his lips parted in a silent moan as he fists his hard cock. “Damn slut,” Bakugou cackles. “He’s so pussy-whipped that he can’t keep his hands off of himself.”

The redhead grows as red as his face, his fist gripping his hard, veiny cock. “Can’t help it,” he sighs. “You’re all just so goddamn hot.”

He moves closer to you on his own, his cock swinging between his thighs. “Come here,” Bakugou growls before grabbing Kiri and pressing his lips to his. The two messily kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths as Kiri jerks himself off to the sounds and sights of you and Mina.

You can feel a mixture of your cum and Mina’s spit drip down your thighs, making the area so wet that it stimulates you even more intensely. You can feel it—that fourth orgasm. It rises to the surface like a tidal wave ready to wash you away.

Bakugou can feel your pussy clenching tight around him, signaling your final nut. “Whose are you?” he asks, squeezing your throat. “Tell me who the fuck owns you.”

He pistons his hips harder, faster, making your pussy squelch and Mina struggle to keep up with licking and sucking you. “‘You do!” you sob. “I’m yours, Daddies, I’m yours!”

“Show us then,” Bakugou demands. “Cum on that dick, baby.” Kiri kisses his boyfriend’s cheek, still stroking his cock in tandem with Bakugou’s vigorous thrusts. “You cum too,” he coos. “Fill her up for me, babe. Give her all of them babies.”

It doesn’t take long for either you or Bakugou to cum. With a shuddering groan and a growl of pleasure, he releases a warm stream of spunk into your pussy, leaving enough droplets for Mina to slurp up from underneath you, moaning as she does.

Kiri appears in front of you, his fist moving like a blur across his cock. “Where do you want it, babe?” he teasingly asks. “You better tell me now before I choose for you.”

You stare up at him as the aftershocks kick in, making you buck against Bakugou’s cock. “In my mouth,” you beggingly reply. “Do it in my mouth, Daddy.”

Kiri is more than happy to fulfill your request. After a few more strokes, he releases into your open mouth with a groan, spurting drops of spunk onto your tongue and lips. You take it all, including Bakugou’s smack and kiss mark on your ass before he pulls out of you. Exhausted, you roll off of Mina onto your back, panting heavily.

Bakugou makes Mina clean your cum off of his cock which she happily does, slurping up all that he gives her. Finally, you and your girlfriend lay side by side in the firelight, panting, sweating, and twitching. Totally fucked. Totally spent. Absolutely satisfied.

The two pros stare down at you, proud of their work. Bakugou grips both your and Mina’s chins in his hands, squeezing your cheeks together. “Now you know how it feels to be ours,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “And you’ll remember that, right?”

He stares into your eyes, silently demanding a response. “Yes, Daddies,” you reply in unison.

The two smile, flashing their gorgeous smiles at you. “Good girls,” they reply. You and Mina shiver at the praise. “Now let’s get you two cleaned up,” Kiri coos.

The rest of the night is all about aftercare. Nothing but oil massages to ease your aching muscles, a hot shower complete with bubbles and tender kissing, and mugs of tea to relax your mind. At some point, you four snuggle in front of the fireplace together, the night nearing the AM hours. You’re tucked under a blanket between Bakugou and Mina while Kiri lays beside her, nuzzling into her hair.

As the wind howls outside, you snuggle into Bakugou’s chest, earning a soft, tender kiss on the forehead. “Go to sleep,” he murmurs. “Don’t fight it.”

You don’t remember when you fall asleep, but you do remember that you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

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The one with the baby

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem! Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Synopsis: You meet Mayday for the first time.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, talks of having children, cw food mention, established relationship, Domestic Hobie, FLUFF.

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Toeing off your sneakers you hear an unmistakable babble of a baby. You perk up at the unexpected sound, carefully treading inside your shared flat, bag still slinged over your shoulder, carabiner of keys clinking in your hand.

The sight in front of you has you in a mixture of emotions, surprised at the red headed baby in your boyfriend's arms, curious at where he got the said baby, and anxious at the sudden responsibility of the prospect of Hobie adopting a child.

Big blue eyes meet yours, her attention caught by the sound of your keys. She claps her tiny hands at the sight of a new friend. Hobie follows her line of sight, a smile spreading across his face when he sees your dumbfounded face.

"Hi love, look who I got!" Hobie lifts up the baby by her armpits, she laughs cutely in his grasp.

"Hobie, when I said I have baby fever because of my cousin's newborn, I didn't mean for you to actually get a baby" you stand behind the couch, Hobie stands up from the cushion, carrying the unknown baby in his arms. Your stomach somersaults at the sight of Hobie with a baby.

You're immediately going over the back of the sofa to coo at them, legs jumping over the soft plush of the settee, bag slipping off your shoulder, falling on the carpeted floors. Foot caught in between the cushions, you almost fall flat on your face. Hobie, ever the hero, catches you before you fall, his free hand protectively holding your arm. The girl nestled in his arm tilts her head at you.

Hobie chuckles, "I would've asked you first before adopting a kid"

You straighten up, grinning at them. "What's her name?" cooing at the blushy baby, you lift your keys in front of her, rattling it, she makes grabby hands towards it.

"Her name's Mayday, Peter B's kid. You remember him, right?" Hobie adjusts his hold on Mayday so he could clasp his hand over your waist, bringing you closer. You're hip to hip with Hobie, moving away the keys in your hand, when Mayday gets a little too close at its jagged edges.

"Hi Mayday! You're a cutie aren't you?" You softly say. Hobie watches the interaction with a fond smile. "I remember Peter, he actually got you to babysit?" asking rhetorically. You look at Hobie with stars in your eyes, he can't help but kiss the corner of your smiling eye. You giggle at the kiss.

Mayday copies your giggling, clutching your shirt in her chubby hands, she looks up at you, babbling away.

"Hmm? Do you want me to carry you, baby?" You toss the keys away from Mayday, it lands on the soft settee. Clapping your hands signaling for Mayday that it's okay for her to reach towards you. "Is it okay for me to carry her, Hobie?" You stop mid clap, forgetting to ask for permission, careful not to overstep.

"It's more than alright, Peter asked for you too, y'know. He said something along the lines of 'good for practice'" he smirks at the last bit. You smile bashfully at the thought.

Mayday, scrunches her nose, annoyed that you're making her wait. "Aww, what's with that face? So impatient, baby Mayday" your hands loop around her small body, back cradling carefully at her back, you bring her to your chest, adjusting the weight. "There you go, hi" you giggle, ducking your head to meet her.

She gives you the famous Parker smile, lopsided and showing her baby teeth. Your heart clenches at the sight, making you cuddle her more.

Hobie chuckles at the scene, eyes sparkling at how gentle you are with Mayday. Unlocking something in him that he can't quite pinpoint.

Hobie crouches to talk to the toddler "You thirsty Mayday?" She nods, big eyes staring at Hobie. "Orange juice?" She nods vigorously, her curls bouncing while she moves. You move your hand over to her forehead so she doesn't get motion sick with her nodding.

You and Hobie laugh at her reaction, "I think she wants juice, orange preferably" you nod at her "yeah? Orange juice for the sweetheart?"

Mayday blows raspberries, "I'll go get it, sit down, lovey" Hobie brings his arm back from your waist, you already miss his embrace.

"Okay, me and Mayday are gonna have a chat, won't we, baby?" Hobie almost answers for Mayday, used to you calling him that.

You sit down while Hobie prepares the juice from the kitchen, grabbing some cookies for Mayday (and you) a few minutes later, he hears you screech, standing up right on the couch, arms reaching towards the ceiling.

"Hobie! Help!"

Hobie runs the small distance, eyes trained up to look at where you're trying to reach out. Mayday crawls on the ceiling, wobbling from time to time, you follow her movements angling to catch her in case she falls, while Hobie effortlessly jumps to follow Mayday on the ceiling.

"Why does she even have her own web shooters!?" You're panicking, moving to catch her from below.

Hobie catches up to the toddler, wrapping her in his arms. "Got you, you little anarchist" Mayday laughs loudly.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, "be careful going down, please" arms still stretched out towards them.

Hobie drops down from the ceiling gracefully. "She's alright" Mayday crawls over Hobie's shoulder, catching her in his hands before she topples over. "You on the other hand don't look too great"

You look terrified, gnashing and gritting your teeth together, clutching your chest, heaving loudly. "I'm fine" you say, completely lying.

"Hold the magic baby, might make you feel better" Hobie holds Mayday towards you, she mumbles for you, smiling widely.

"Magic baby?" You gather her in your arms, happy that she's safely back on the ground with you. She grabs the hem of your shirt as Mayday snuggles you, relaxing your tensed muscles. Now you know exactly what 'magic baby' meant, "ah, magic baby" you sigh, rubbing your cheek against her rosy tinted ones. Mayday savors the affection, smiling into your touch.

"Better?" Hobie places his warm hand over the back of your neck, you lean towards his touch as he guides you back to sit on the couch.

"Mm-hmm, better" sitting down, you move a stray curl away from Mayday's face. You gasp at a brilliant idea. While Hobie goes back to the kitchen to get Mayday's snacks.

Hobie hands Mayday her sippy cup full of juice, she grasps the handles with her tiny hands before she happily sips her drink, feet swaying as she sits on your lap. Your arm securing her in place, just in case she decides to swing away again.

"Baby, can you grab the hair ties from my bag?"

"You talkin' to me? Thought you forgot about me" Hobie teases, hands on his hips, feigning annoyance.

"Are you jealous of Mayday? You're still my baby y'know" you pat his leg with your foot. He grabs it, fingers threatening to tickle the underside of your foot, making you squeal. "Hobie, don't! I might drop her"

Hobie drops your leg unceremoniously, he smirks at your playful scowl. He rummages through your bag for the hair ties, handing the elastics to you.

"Thank you, kiss?" You raise your head to pout your lips towards Hobie, he rolls his eyes before he leans down to press a quick kiss. He leans away for a bit before he pecks your nose. You wiggle your nose at him as a thank you.

Mayday bonks Hobie's hand with the packet of cookies, asking him to open it for her.

"What am I a butler? You girls are spoiled" he rips the packaging open, handing it to Mayday, she makes a baby noise akin to a happy squeal.

You hug Mayday, batting your lashes towards Hobie. "It's because you spoil us, right Mayday?" The toddler's too busy munching on a butter cookie to take notice of your banter.

"She's too busy gorging herself, definitely Peter's kid" Hobie plops down next to you, placing his head on your shoulder, chin poking you slightly. His arm slides on top of the sofa, long enough to reach over Mayday, he takes a cookie from the box, feeding it to you.

You bite at the biscuit while you tie Mayday's hair into pigtails, careful not to tug too harshly. Hobie brings the remaining half of the cookie to his mouth, crumbs falling on your shirt. He promptly wipes the crumbs off before you notice.

"And…done!" You finish tying the last pigtail, her soft curls bouncing as she looks up at you, a cookie on her mouth, crumbs all over her chubby cheeks, her blue eyes twinkling in the light. "Oh look at you! So adorable!"

You coo at her while she continues eating. Hobie watches as you wipe the crumbs off her cheeks gently with your thumb, giving her a little kiss on top of her head. His heart blossomed at the sight. A switch flips inside his head, an important question swirls in his mind. Now he's the one with baby fever.

Hobie plants a kiss behind your ear to get your attention.

"Yeah, baby?" Voice full of adoration. You crane your neck, leaning against his chest, his jumper warm against your cheek, you look at him through your lashes.

"What do you think? 'bout kids?" He asks softly.

"Having one or just in general?"

"The former" he mutters out, arm sliding away from the back of the sofa towards your torso, hugging you tightly.

"Not now, but someday" you grin at the possibility of having a little version of Hobie running around, oh the chaos that would ensue. "One day, definitely. You?" Asking tentatively.

"Yeah, with you, yeah" He mirrors your smile, already thinking of a little you following him around. You tuck your face on the crook of his neck, cuddling into him. "Wait, a baby with me, right?" He jokes but you take it seriously.

You knit your eyebrows together, "of course, what the fuck" you whisper out the last word so that Mayday couldn't hear you. "Who else? You dork"

"One day, huh" Hobie whispers against your temple, before he leaves a warm kiss over it. You close your eyes, smiling softly at the affection.

"Yeah, one day" Your heart flutters, excited for what the future holds.

Mayday finishes her snacks, she stretches her legs, yawning as she climbs further into your arms. You notice her sleepiness, "come on sleepyhead" placing her on your chest, hand protectively over her small form. She happily closes her eyes, laying on top of you, looking at the bundle of cuteness through exhausted eyes.

Hobie reads your tired expressions, he moves you down to his lap so that you're fully laying down, he rests his hand on top of Mayday, palm over your hand that's also cradling the toddler.

Mayday falls asleep almost immediately, you look up to see Hobie staring fondly at you two.

"I Love you" you whisper.

"Love you too, sleep, Peter will pick her up in a few hours" He wipes a stray crumb he missed on your shoulder.

"Aww, miss her already" you fight a yawn.

"I'll ask Peter if she can visit us next time, yeah? Sounds good?"

"Yeah, I really love you, y'know" you say softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. He holds your hand, leaning his cheek against your warmth.

"I know" Hobie pecks your knuckles. He holds your hand, while his other hand stays over to yours and Mayday's sleeping form.

He watches you close your eyes, a ghost of a smile over your lips.

—

Peter opens the portal on your rooftop. After he was chastised by Hobie for opening a portal right in your shared living room, your knick knacks flying around the modest space, breaking some of it. Hobie will never babysit Mayday ever again if he does the same thing again.

So he creeps to the side of the building, crawling towards the familiar window. He peeks through the glass, looking for his daughter's unmistakable red hair.

He coos loudly as he sees the trio asleep on the settee, Peter opens the window slowly and quietly. Landing softly inside, he takes the opportunity to take his phone out of his pocket, taking countless pictures of you three asleep on the sofa.

Peter can't wait to send the pictures to the group chat, Hobie might decline his next babysitting favour but judging from how you're embracing Mayday as if she's your own, that wouldn't be much of a problem from now on.

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SHE'S SCARY

here you go cutie patootie!! it's a lil short sorry but i love our community husband ao'nung. ugh need him

Ronal was a woman you had looked up to the entirety of your life. She was truly your role-model. When you were a child you tried very persistently to spend time with her. But as you grew, you were intimidated by her power, the strength she possessed.

That didn’t help when you started dating her eldest son, Ao’nung.

He would constantly invite you over for dinner, fishing with his family, to help collect oysters with Ronal but you constantly refused. It was like meeting your superhero, except the superhero was your to be mother in law.

“Flower, I promise my mother adores you. I don’t understand why you refuse to talk with my family.” You were both laying in a hammock, swaying in the cool breeze. Facing each other his large hands were caressing the plush of your hips, as you avoided his strong gaze tracing the stripes on his chest with your fingers.

“She is just so intimidating. I want her to think well of me.” Ao’nung gave you the ‘are you kidding me’ look. You weren’t facing him, but you could tell he was doing it.

“I just said she adores you. I think you are purposefully ignoring my comments.”

“I’m sure you think she adores me. I want her to approve of me, think I am well for you, know that I will be a good Tsa’hik. I mean what if she thinks I’m not fit and breaks us up!” Your spiralling thoughts were hushed as Ao’nung pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin so you could look up to him.

“Oh flower, we both know you are best suited to be an amazing Tsa’hik. And she would never break us up. I love you too much to let my grumpy mother break us up.” You snorted a bit in response, still tracing patterns into his chest.

“She’s just a little scary, Ao’nung.” He nodded giving you a loving tap on your thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

“Well, I’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.” Smiling up at him, eyes glimmering as your expression radiated joy, he pulled you closer, so your chests were pushed together.

“You’re so annoying.” Leaning your face towards him your lips met, giving him a soft kiss, hands wrapped around his neck.

“You love it.” He mumbled into a kiss, smiling smugly as he let his hands rest around your waist. Meeting his mother could wait just for the moment.

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Stagedoor Sparks! (Matthew Patel x Reader) ✨🔥🔱

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AN: OH MY GOODNESS YOU GUYS WERE FEELING THIS ONE OKAY-

I’m so glad to see people hyped up for my pathetic pirate boy. Please enjoy and if this goes well I may turn it into a series lol

We’ve got a gender neutral reader, idiots in love, I saw someone say pathetic x pathetic and YES, theater kid lingo, mild swearing, and your favorite cutie pie. ⚠️Also, this is heavily based on Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, so spoiler warnings for that if you haven’t seen it! ⚠️ Enjoy!

“Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Musical”, was what the bright lights of the massive sign on your local theater boasted. Recently, your coworker Julie had been telling you about the ridiculous life of this ‘Scott Pilgrim’, ranting about the conga line of characters that filled his (frankly, pathetic sounding) existence. She had also alerted you to this… musical. A musical that had been written about his life.

You sighed to yourself and adjusted your bag. Making your way to the golden, elaborately designed doors, just barely dodging all the paparazzi (why was there so much paparazzi?), you somehow successfully made your way into the main lobby of the theatre. Ivory and gold filled your vision as you observed the plush red carpet that lined each of the three floors. You had visited this theater before, and it’s gorgeous grandeur never failed to amaze you.

Now, you did not at all care about this guy. Yes, you had been silently internalizing every minuscule part of this random guy’s daily shenanigans, but that was because you were being a good friend to Julie! This Scott guy seemed like a tool, and you weren't particularly interested in listening to a…?

You checked the playbill the usher had just handed you.

…THREE HOUR MUSICAL?!? You almost started laughing right there.

But anyways, you weren’t here for this Scott guy.

You were here for musical theater. You had always been drawn to the fantastical world of lights and costumes and music. Plus, this was a community production with actors from Toronto, and you were always happy to support your local theater kids.

As you finally made your way to your seat, you sat down in the plush red chairs and opened your playbill to the cast section. You didn’t see any names you recognized, but one stood out to you.

Matthew Patel - Scott Pilgrim

Obviously, Scott Pilgrim was the lead role, but what really caught your attention was the picture attached to the name. Matthew Patel, you respectfully observed, was mad cute.

The lights suddenly began to dim and you settled in for whatever was in store, keeping a keen eye out for this ‘Matthew Patel’.

~~~ Holy shit, this is the best thing you’ve ever seen.

From the moment Matthew Patel walked onstage, you were absolutely smitten. He wore a bright orange wig that clashed horrendously with his dark skin, and an oversized jacket, but he was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Also, holy shit, Matthew Patel could sing. From the first line, you were completely enraptured by his high tenor belting. As you watched him onstage, you saw literal sparks in his eyes, his excitement and passion for the stage radiating off of him.

At the curtain call, you stood and enthusiastically clapped for each of the cast members, but hooped and hollered for Matthew especially. Even though you knew he couldn’t see you from the stage, you found yourself blushing at the thought of him looking at you.

That’s when it hit you: You’ve gotta book it to stage door to meet this guy.

~~~ Matthew Patel was completely exhausted. As the curtains flew closed, he sighed and turned around to smile at his cast mates. Although he was drained by his performance, he always took this opportunity at the end of a show to look to his fellow caste mates.

And hopefully someone would invite him with their group to an after show dinner.

He walked through the crowd, giving pats on the back and thumbs ups as he made his way to his dressing room. Lots of smiles, lots of “great job!”’s but… no invitations.

Slamming the door to his room he quickly took of his wig and put on his regular clothes, deciding that he would take off his stage makeup at home (aka the makeup he regularly wore but no one cared enough to know that). His room had a window where he could look down at the stagedoor line, the line that had been non-existent since opening night. He didn’t take it personally, since this musical was for a very specific audience of people and he understood that outside of them, no one knew or cared who Scott Pilgrim was. But still, he was onstage. He was singing and dancing and his art was being celebrated. Yes, he was lonely, still, but life wasn’t too bad right now.

As he did every day, he quickly glanced out his window to check for audience members at stage door and, sure enough, no one-

Wait-

Someone was there?

He did a double take and physically walked to the window, his hands placed against the glass and his now quickening breath creating a fog.

SOMEONE WAS THERE??!?!?

From high up in his dressing room, he saw a small figure holding the bright red playbill of his show. They seemed to be moving back and forth on their feet, bouncing excitedly. From so high up he couldn’t see their expression, but could make out what he thought was a smile.

He broke out into a wide smile. Running around his room, gathering his things and throwing them into his backpack, only one thought raced through his mind: He had to get down there.

~~~ As you waited, the cold Toronto air stung against your flushed cheeks. You were still high on endorphins from the show, the songs already worming their way into your head as you tapped your feet in anticipation.

Suddenly, and without warning, a man burst out of the dark black door you were waiting out, out of breath and panting. He was so hellbent on running out the door that he ran right into you, knocking you over!

“AH-“, you both made the same sound as you fell, the man directly on top of you.

“Oh- apologies, ma’am, I uh-“

You would have said a number of rude things to this man but, seeing his face, you were starstruck.

“Matthew Patel?”

His eyes widened in shock. Carefully, he got off of you and onto his knee in front of you. Gently, he took your hand and pulled you up, the both of you now back on your feet.

“You know me?”

You couldn’t help but notice the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Of course! Well- I mean, you know, you’re Scott Pilgrim! You were absolutely incredible up there, just amazing! My jaw was the floor the whole time! I mean, your voice and your dancing and the fight scenes-“

As you rambled on and on, Matthew was unable to snap himself out of the trance you had put him in. Visually, you were breathtaking, so much so he didn’t know how he had ever found anyone else attractive. But more so, you were genuinely complimenting him. He was never complimented on his theater work. He’d get the rare one from his cast mates, but never an outside fan.

Noticing his silence, you suddenly stopped talking.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to rant, it’s just- one theater kid to another, you were so amazing.”

He shook his head at your apology. “No, don’t be sorry. You’re- you’re very kind. Thank you. And I’m sorry again for… running you over.”

You laughed- a leitmotif to rival Sondheims to Matthew’s ears- and looked at him with a goofy grin.

“Would you sign my playbill?”

“Would you like to have dinner tonight?”

The two of you spoke at the same time, and one’s question made the other blush furiously. Matthew’s entire body tensed in embarrassment that he had been bold enough to ask you out like this, not even knowing your name.

You were absolutely over the moon.

“I- uh- yes. Yes, I would love to.”

Your smile got impossibly wider, and the sparks in Matthew’s eyes that you had noted during his performance returned. With a huge grin, he reached out his hand to take your playbill. You handed it to him and a marker appeared in his other hand as he quickly scribbled his signature.

“What’s your name?”

You told him and his blush deepened. He turned back to the playbill and scribbled a bit more, then handed it to you. You squeaked in excitement and looked at what he had written.

To my biggest fan,

(Y/N)

Looking back up at him, you were certain this was the start of something new.

“So… do you like Italian?”

~~~ HEY MATTHEW FANS TAKE THIS FIC! GO, FETCH! This’ll make a lot more sense if you like musicals, so have fun! Like I said at the start, if y’all want more and I’m feeling up to it, I’ll write more! Happy holidays, folks!

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Ass too cute

pairing: Biker!Henry Cavill x Bimbo!Reader

summary: Henry takes his baby home and shows her (and her ass) some tender loving care(Slight ddlg)(softDom!Henry)(Smut)(aftercare)

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“What you need baby? You want my lips? Wan’ me to teach you how a woman should be loved?” Henry cooed tracing his thumb under her bottom pouting lip, his hands were holding in place the same toy she had made for him, her voices coming out strained as she ground her hips against the soft plush; Henry’s other hand cupping her face affectionately as he denied her of his kisses

Y/n bit her lip in anticipation as she watched a rough group of men entered the Saturday market, the stuffed crochet toys she had made all laid out on the table; her eyes widening as she watched all the other stall owners leave in such a hurry. Eventually leaving her as the only stall in the whole street. Her smile never faltered as the head of the group approached her, his facial hair grown out, his hair black and short. His blue eyes staring into hers as his heavy books clinked while he walked over, his skin slightly tanned and glowy with sweat.

“Hey sir welcome! I’m (insert business name) and I make crochet cuties based on your aura” Reciting her business selling phrase, she played with the ears of one of the woollen rabbits on the table as he simply just looked at her. His other companions dawdling by their bikes near the entrance, cheeky grins on all their faces as they watched their supposed leader interact with such a pure innocent soul.

“Really? What one would I be then dollface?” He inquired looking over the array of absolutely adorable stuffies on her wooden table. Y/n’s stomach grew warm and flutter just at the simple nickname, her face felt warm and dare she admit she felt a certain wetness start to pool at the core. “U-uhm I think maybe” Y/n cut herself off trying to distract herself, looking up at the big burly man in front of her, before returning her gaze back to her works. “This one is you dadd- sir, big n’ cuddly, a bear”

“How’d you know i’m cuddly?” His southern accent thickened, leaning forward onto the table, his head cocked to the side. “Well I uh”

“I’m just playing sweetcheeks, how much for the bear then?” Chuckling he brought out his leather wallet, “Since you’re here visiting, you can just have it! I think he needs a nice adventurous lovin family” Wrapping the brown bear in nice tissue paper she handed the plush over, her eyes widening at the mere size of his hands, thinking about how he could man handle her into any position he wanted.

“Ya from around here then?” Quirking his brow up, “Hen stop it, you’re scarin my customers away” Y/n whined when Henry walked around to the back of the stall where she was, his hands reaching around her waist, leaving her breathless as little one of his hands pushed her into him. Her arms trying to swat away the grabby arms of her playful man, he loved rocking up to her work acting as if he was trying to pick her up. Leaving his woman bashful and bothered, with her wanting nothing more than to just come home with him already. Their own little game of roleplay.

“Awk m’sorry pumpkin, ya know I can’t be away from my doll for too long, m’goin through withdrawals” Henry growled into her ear, lowkey grinding his hardened cock onto her dress covered thigh. Her voice coming out in gasps, quietly thanking the tarp that was covering them from the rest of his rowdy group of bikers. “I’ve- I’ve only got a few more hours here at the market” She whispered feeling him nip her ear, his hands gripping her waist tightly. “A few hours too long pup, I need you now, you gonna deprive me of my pussy?”

“No but- but you know the rules! You get me at home daddy, not here, not in front of them” She nodded towards all the small plushies facing them, her hands on each of his pecs, “Fine. Whatever” He grumbled chasing her lips with his, his scruff scratching her cheeks in all the best ways, giving her the tingly burning sensation. “I live for your lips, want them all over my body” He gasped breaking their kiss, his tongue swiping over her bottom lip, Y/n’s lip gloss already covering his lips in pink speckles of glitter.

It was an understatement to say that Henry was in love with Y/n, he was absolutely obsessed. The way she talked, walked, breathed and just everything about her made him swoon and hard. Henry first met her on one of his bike stops on the other side of the country, she had been working as an ice cream girl when he stumbled upon her sweet self. He devoured her being, teaching her about herself, helping her to explore her own body. How to pleasure herself.

“Don’t leave me please, i’m tired of bein’ people’s summer romance” Y/n whimpered after one of their lovefuck sessions, his hand grazing up her arm affectionately as they lay on her bed, the sound of crickets ringing through her small bungalow home. Small trinkets decorating her room of all her own little travels around the country. She hadn’t given herself like this to anyone before, but she had her fair share of romances from the different men that had travelled through the town. Only for her heart to be broken each time when they would leave to go back home, to never return.

“This isn’t a summer thing, this is a for life thing doll, if you’ll have me” He whispered looking down at her, leaning forward for a soft kiss onto her lips, her eyes gleaming up at the man she had now fallen in love with over this new summer. “I’ll have you, forever” She giggled wrapping her arms around his torso, nuzzling her head to his hairy chest, his warmth enveloping her with so much love and affection. “Come with me baby, travel with me” He suddenly said out of the blue, leaning up on his body to look down on her, brushing back some of her hair behind her ear.

“W-wait what? Just out of nowhere? What about all my things? Where would we even go-“

“shh babydoll, just tell me yes or no n’ i’ll handle everything else. I just wanna hear your answer” Henry’s hand traced along her jaw, a smirk growing as she nodded into his hand, “Yes, I-I wanna go with you Henry, take me with you”

That sentence was all Henry needed before he packed up his babygirl’s belongings over the last few weeks of summer, hauling them into a truck and got it delivered to his stationed home somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Where Y/n now found herself truly chasing her dreams, living her days out in the sun with her own hunk, using her passion of crochet for a small side business.

Soon enough they fell into a dynamic where Henry found himself wanting to do nothing more than to care and provide for his baby, with them finding comfort in the newfound love they had for each other.

(Back to present time)

“Can I have a few of these ones delivered then? I want them to delivered home” He said pointing at the whole bunch of stuffies on the table, “All of them? You want all of them?” Y/n tilted her head with furrowed brows, “Yes pup, I want all of ‘em, put each of them in the nurseries m’building”

“Shut up, we still got a ways to go with babies” Y/n whined pushing him away playfully, feeling his fingers cup her face to make her look at him, “m’ bein’ serious, I wanna buy them all and I want them delivered home”

“Y-you just want me to come home” She smiled swaying side to side, she knew how much he loved her, in fact it was as if he couldn’t breathe without her right beside him. “Is that so wrong doll? Wanna feel your tight little pussy clench around my cock, been thinkin’ about you all day, even had this just to sniff at every so often” Looking down he showed her, her purple lacy underwear from the night before which undoubtedly had her juices on it. “You’ve had my thong in your pocket? All day? Really Henry?” She whispered shocked, shoving the fabric back in quickly just in case anyone walked in.

“What you embarrassed pup? You smell fuckin’ divine, the way you took control n’ fucked yourself all on me” Pulling back he looked up and down, taking her in, the way she looked so fresh and ready for the day. “You’re so annoying sometimes, now go away”

“You want me to go away? Your future husband n’ father of your kids? C’mon pup don’t play like that” Henry joined her in putting all the cute animals into a huge ikea bag, hauling it onto the back of his bike. Helping her secure herself onto the second seat, her turned around to give Y/n her own customised helmet. A pink fluffy one with bunny ears, made just for her. “Y-you have to make me your wife first Hen” She smiled widely as he secured the fastening of the helmet, his heart pounding at just how adorable she looked in her own biker jacket and pink helmet.

“You wanna be my baby wife? Want me to take care of you pup so you don’t have to think about anythin’ but lookin’ pretty n’ makin cute little toys for our babies?”

“Mhm yeah, wan’ it so bad” She giggled leaning forward and kissing the cleft of his chin through the stubble, the prickly feeling reminding her of when he gave that same sensation between her legs just last night. “Yeah you do pup, I want it bad too”

“Then jus ask me already!” She whined stomping her foot that was on the ground only to pout when Henry lightly tapped her on the thigh, “Ey you know I don’t do well with attitude pup, that’s not the same happy girl I know”

“M-m’sorry” She whispered leaning up for another sloppy short kiss, her hands gripping onto the bottom of his shirt, watching as he then settled in front of her with her hands wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Right pup you’ve got five seconds” Henry whispered as soon as they got through the front door of their home, Y/n’s arms filled to the brim with the animals she made, only the top of her forehead peeking out as she insisted to carry in her woollen babies. “F-five?” She squealed out quickly throwing the stuffies onto the couch as she ran upstairs in a hurry, her heartbeat quickening once she heard his thundering footsteps chasing after her.

Her breath getting caught in her throat when she felt his arms latch around her waist and ironically lay her down gently onto the soft cotton sheets of their shared bed. “You look so pretty pup” He gushed showing his canine smile, pulling her down towards him as her dress went up to her waist. “Really pretty?”

“Soso pretty baby, prettiest of them all” He leant down unbuttoning the front of her beautiful dress, her bare breasts popping out all sun kissed from the recent heatwave that had hit their small town. Courtesy of the fact that she had spent the weekend tanning nude (as per Henry’s request) by the pool in their backyard.

“What you need baby? You want my lips? Wan’ me to teach you how a woman should be loved?” Henry cooed tracing his thumb under her bottom pouting lip, his hands were holding in place the same toy she had made for him, her voices coming out strained as she ground her hips against the soft plush; Henry’s other hand cupping her face affectionately as he denied her of his kisses. Using the same bear from earlier which he had hidden for himself, he held it under her pussy just letting her play herself with it

“W-what are you doin’ pup?” Henry looked taken aback as Y/n threw off the rest of her dress before turning onto her stomach, her ass in the air as she looked back at him playfully, wiggling her hips just to add on some tension.

“I-I think I wanna try somethin’ new Henry, I want you here” She said shyly once again shuffling her ass back onto Henry’s denim covered shaft, feeling it start to strain against the zipper he just had to strip himself down, still in disbelief.

“Baby, you finally gonna let me take your ass? Is that what’s goin on here? You’re givin’ yourself to me whole”

“Yes, i’m all yours, b-but be careful i’m nervous” She rushed out leaning on her elbows, “Aw pup don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of ya well” Henry whispered feeling that primal animalistic side of him come out, opening one of their bedroom drawers to reveal a bottle of lube they had, “This might feel cold but i’ll warm it up okay baby?” He whispered pouring a generous amount of lube onto her ass cheeks, using his hands to massage it onto her puckered backdoor. “Feels weird”

“Does feel weird doesn’t it honey, but you’re doin’ so well for me pup, let me just feel it out with a finger or two” He softly shushed her whines and moans as he pushed in his index finger into her tight ass, her thighs tingling already wanting more. “F-feels so good daddy” She whispered feeling herself fall into a more vulnerable headspace, wanting nothing more than for her Henry to coddle and fuck her to sleep.

“Fuck pup your ass is so tight, can’t believe you’re givin’ me this sweet treat tonight, so desperate to be my wife huh?”

“n-no that’s not why!” She argued back only to be interrupted by her own moan when Henry slid his finger back out only to insert back in two, ultimately stretching her poor muscles even more, “gah look at it clench over nothin’, my pup is a slut for her daddy” He cooed pulling his two fingers out, watching as her ass basically winked back at him with every pulse of her muscle.

“what are ya baby” He whispered out more to himself, looking over her face which was looking over her shoulder, her expression flustered as her skin glimmered in the soft light of their bedside lamp. “M’your baby” She whispered out, her hand reaching behind her to graze up his slightly pouched belly and wide chest. “Yeah? What does my pretty baby wife want”

“I-I want your cock in my ass, please daddy”

“m’so proud of you pup, always rememberin’ your manners, gotta reward you haven’t I” He state slapping his cock onto her behind while she nodded eagerly, her hands fisting the sheets out of anticipation. Henry took a deep breath in whilst he pushed the reddened head of his cock inside her warm wet hole, the lube helping a fuck ton. “A-ah daddy, so big” Y/n gasped out arching her back more, Henry leaned over to affectionately rub her back to help soothe the stretching pain, kisses being placed on the dimples of her back. He himself struggling to find words as his cock was being squeezed tightly in the best way possible.

“you okay baby? you want to keep goin’?”

“Y-yes, wanna feel full” She gasped once she felt him push himself in inch by inch, stopping every few seconds to let her catch her breath, Henry on the other hand was really holding himself back, her ass just felt too damn good on his cock. Both of them finally let out sighs of relief when Henry had bottomed out inside her ass, although none of them dared to move knowing it would cause the start of a very hard fucking. “Fuck me daddy, please, I want it”

“Ya remember your safe word baby?” Nodding her head eagerly Y/n herself started moving her ass up and down his cock, squealing at the burning yet amazing feeling it gave her, ultimately making her weak in the knees. “Oh fuck yeah, my fuckin’ whore” He growled out, his head falling back as his hands gripped onto her soft hips while they together rocked back and forth slowly. Everything was going more or less smoothly until the friction between Henry’s cock and her ass made an embarrassing sound, causing her to completely clench around his cock.

“s-so embarrassing” She whined plopping her head down onto the sheets in front of her, “a-ah baby don’t squeeze daddy so hard or else he’s gonna finish real fuckin’ fast and you don’t want that do ya?” Shaking her head she listened to the rest of what he had to say, “Baby that was not embarrassing, fuck do ya think we can make that sound again?” Smirking darkly he pulled his cock all the way back out before pushing it all in slowly, hearing that same airy sound from their fucking.

“Can daddy play with your clit sweetheart? Is that okay?” Henry whispered kissing again the dimples of her back watching as she nodded, his one arm reaching under her to play with her slick wet folds. Running his fingers through her folds thrice to lube it up with her own slickness, he started toying with her little swollen nub, her body immediately jerking forward at the sensitive touches. “gonna cum daddy, real soon” She gasped writhing in his hold, his hips smacking against her ass as he slowly picked up the pace, all the while circling her clit over and over again until she saw stars.

“Let go for me sweetness, let daddy see his pretty baby let go, wan’ me to cum in your ass sweetheart?”

“Yes daddy want you to warm up my ass, flood it with your cum pretty please” She whined half screaming into the sheets as Henry continued to rub her clit whilst she orgasmed, it was slowly causing her to feel overstimulated, his own cock following soon after as he felt her ass pulse around him; completely milking him of all he had to offer. “You take me so good pup, my best girl, you did so well ya hear me”

In a strained voice he continued to spill out heartfelt praises to his baby who was still lying limp and tired on the sheets, slowly pulling his cock out he winced, “p-plug daddy” He heard her whisper making him smirk, his baby loved being full of him, who knew that the best souvenir he’d bring back from his travels was her. Reaching over to their bedside drawers he found her purple sparkly plug, inserting it carefully with shushed tones, taking extra precautions to make sure it went in comfortably.

“I wanna be here, daddy here” Y/n smiled turning her head, crawling up to claim her spot on his chest, his arm coming around her to pull her even closer to him. “You want me to put on somethin’ in the background?” Teasingly he put his thumb onto her plug, tapping at it, causing Y/n to move away and whine, “stop it!”

“m’sorry baby couldn’t help it, you n’ your ass are too cute” Softly scratching her back, he watched her eyes focus on the random Disney movie he chose on the TV, her lips smacking until she reached up for Henry’s hand to put his thumb in her mouth; another soothing act of aftercare reserved just for her, “night night daddy, l-love you”

“night baby, love you so much”Her face squished against his chest until she eventually started drooling, once she fell asleep “You are just too precious for your own good pup, thankfully you’re mine”

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psa: Found this so cute and intimate, hope you guys enjoy it:))

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