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Hes both such a man 🙄 and a man 🤤

“Joel?” you shouted to him from the kitchen. You were preparing a snack in preparation for the bonfire. “Can you grab me a hair tie please?”

OK BUT THE MENTAL IMAGE OF HIM GRABBING MY HAIR AND TRYING IT COME ON 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹💨 HES A GIRL DAD HED BRAID MY HAIR TOO NAUURRR I NEEDD HIMMMM 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

Joel pulled the drawer out a little further and lifted your journal up. His eyes widened at what he saw. It wasn’t your hair tie, that was for damn sure.

🙄 you dont say /:

Joel sat on your bed and flipped through the pages of the magazine. There were women in frilly chiffon lingerie with bushy and unkempt pussies, just the way he liked them.

NAHHHH BUT WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY TJRJSJJSSJ

That was one nice thing about the outbreak, a lot of women ditched the beauty standards of the 90s and 2000s and went au naturale. Joel loved it as a young man then and he still loves it now, decades later.

Kinda dont have a choice tho????

His ego soared, as if it needed to be any bigger. He always had a feeling that you had a thing for him.

Just because youre right doesnt mean youre not wrong

“You are such a man, you know? You guys are terrible at looking for things. If it was a snake it would have bit you,” you grumbled out, half talking to yourself and half talking to Joel. You opened your mouth to continue speaking as you walked into your room but froze when you saw Joel on the bed, thumbing through the pages of your dirty secret.

IM SAYING WHAT A MAN BOO. ALSO ALSO ALSO THATS SNAKE THING IS SUCH A FILIPINO SAYING ARE YOU FILIPINO HELLO PO HAHAHAH

“I found your spank bank,” Joel taunted with sarcasm, not yet looking at you. He flipped through a couple more pages before turning to face you, his intense stare meeting your flustered expression.

🧍 i must be insane for thinking that shit was hot

Joel was the one who was caught red handed, and yet you were bearing the brunt of the humiliating situation. Only Joel Miller could spin this situation to work out in his favor.

“Sure, sweetheart,” you reached for the magazine again, but Joel pulled it out of your reach. “You know baby, you didn’t have to fantasize with a dirty old magazine if you wanted to fuck me. All you had to do was ask.”

You nodded your head shyly. You couldn’t believe yourself, giving up and letting Joel win. He’d never let you live this down. But maybe if you butter him up a little he’ll let you off easier. “You’re more handsome, though,”

MAXIMUM RIZZZZZZ

“Yeah, kind of,” you say, feeling some confidence fill your chest. “I pretend it’s you fucking me like that.”

ULTRA MEGA MAXIMUM RIZZ

“I want you to give me a show, baby. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re lookin’ at that magazine,” Apprehension fills your bones once again at his words. “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. I just wanna see how pretty you look when you come. And after you do that, I’ll fuck you just like how he’s doin’. What do you say?”

“There you go. Was that so hard?”

🙄 not as hard as you im sure

Joel stops for a second and flips you over on your back. He apologizes, “Sorry, sweetheart. I know I said I’d fuck you like them in the magazine but fuck, I gotta see you,” he says. “Can’t let you hide those tits from me anymore.”

“Forever? I wish you said somethin’ earlier, baby. You wouldn’t be in this mess,”

“I told you, sweetheart. You won’t be needin’ this anymore. You come to me,” he explains with a low voice, flipping the cast iron pans. “I took good care of you, right?”

Joel looks at you with disapproving concern. “Tsk,” he mumbles with displeasure. “You’re terribly impatient, aren’t you?” his tone from the bedroom is back. Reaching forward to take your chin between your fingers, he swipes his thumb along your bottom lip, collecting some of the apple filling. Your eyes widen, you’re startled by his touch.

“I’ll fix you, though. Teach you some self control,” he sucks his digit into his mouth and pulls it out with a pop, humming at the sweet flavor. “Lord knows you need it.”

Lookalike

Soft Dom!Joel x Fem Reader

Summary: Joel stumbles upon your dirty mag, noticing your favorite pages bear a striking resemblance to himself! Takes place in Jackson sometime after TLOU

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI SMUT!!! This is not fluffy even a little bit, kind of pervy joel, kind of sleazy too, smut, female masturbation, cunnilingus, soft dom!joel, shy reader, consensual PIV sex, humiliation kinda, joel loves a full bush, begging, joel is dominant but not like, aggressive?? let me know if I missed any

A/N: Y’all, I am very very very proud of this one! Please enjoy this depravity. And have a lovely holiday weekend <3 I am just a few shy of 1k followers, but consider this my thank you for all of your support 😸💗

Edit: we’re at 1k!!! Thank you so much holy shit!!

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Javier Peña is Joel’s pornstar doppelgänger. I don’t make the rules.

After a long day, Joel was ready to relax and enjoy a bonfire with you. It’s how you spent a lot of summer nights in Jackson, you and Joel and sometimes Ellie just sitting around the fire, sharing stories and shooting the shit.

Tonight Ellie was at Dina’s having a sleepover, leaving just you and Joel together. It was nice to spend nights alone with Joel. Sometimes you’d talk about anything and everything and other nights you’d just share a comfortable silence. After everything you went through on your way to Jackson, it was nice to enjoy some peaceful nights with Joel.

Upstairs, Joel changed into some plaid pajama pants and a slim fitting t-shirt and made his way through the hall and to the top of the staircase, his heavy footsteps alerting you of his presence.

“Joel?” you shouted to him from the kitchen. You were preparing a snack in preparation for the bonfire. “Can you grab me a hair tie please?”

You were peeling apples and slicing bread to make pudgy pies for you and Joel to share. It’s one of the campfire snacks he introduced to you and Ellie. Back before the outbreak, he said, people would use canned pie filling or peanut butter and Nutella as filling for the toasted sandwiches. Now you had to get more creative, so you opted for spiced and sugared apple slices. You preferred berries, but apples were Joel’s favorite filling for dessert. You didn’t mind. He used to make these for his daughter.

“Where can I find one?” he called back.

“On my bedside table, right by the lamp,” you stepped closer to the staircase so you didn’t have to raise your voice as much. “It should just be a plain black one.”

Joel nodded and walked to your room. At your bedside table, he didn’t see any hair ties. Just some jewelry and a comic book Ellie lent you that she wanted you to read. Perhaps it was in the drawer?

Joel opened the drawer and rummaged around your belongings. There was a bottle of your favorite almond scented lotion from the local soap maker, your journal and some pencils, but no hair tie. He should have called out to you to ask if there was another spot your hair tie might be at, but curiosity got the better of him. He knew it was wrong to snoop through your personal belongings, but he couldn’t help himself.

Joel pulled the drawer out a little further and lifted your journal up. His eyes widened at what he saw. It wasn’t your hair tie, that was for damn sure.

Under your journal was an ancient porno magazine, probably from the 70s or 80s. Joel didn’t bother checking for a date. He had to know what the hell was in this old ass magazine that you were using to get yourself off. He remembered these kinds of magazines from when he was a teenager. They were often tacky and somewhat over the top compared to the explicit videos he’d watched on the internet before the outbreak, but they did the job. Who was he to judge?

Joel sat on your bed and flipped through the pages of the magazine. There were women in frilly chiffon lingerie with bushy and unkempt pussies, just the way he liked them. That was one nice thing about the outbreak, a lot of women ditched the beauty standards of the 90s and 2000s and went au naturale. Joel loved it as a young man then and he still loves it now, decades later.

The magazine nearly flipped itself open to one particular centerfold. It was a man fucking a woman from behind, her back arched and hair covering her face. They were at the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the retro floral duvet cover. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t her who captured Joel’s attention. It was the man.

He was tall, dark, and handsome with a thick downturned mustache, not unlike Joel’s. He had dark hair and dark eyes as well. Even his nose was similar to Joels, strong and sharp with a curve. Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. The pages were worn and the corners were dog eared, leading Joel to believe that these must be your favorite pages. His ego soared, as if it needed to be any bigger. He always had a feeling that you had a thing for him.

Downstairs, you were growing irritated. “What is taking so long?” you muttered to yourself. Joel was taking forever to find the hair tie you had so neatly placed next to the lamp on your bedside table. After turning off the burner of the stove, you paced through the kitchen and up the stairs.

You were frozen in embarrassment, completely unable to speak, unable to move. Your face felt like it was on fire and you could hear your heart pound in your ears.

Joel’s low and gravelly voice filled the silence. “Didn’t mean to embarrass ya, baby. It’s okay. Human nature,” he winked at you with a crooked smile.

You quickly stepped over to him and tried tugging the magazine out of his hands, but he held on tightly. “Joel,” you pleaded as your sweaty fingers slipped off of the paper.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided you. “This dude here kinda looks familiar, doesn’t he?” Joel looked at you with a knowing expression as humiliation filled your chest. Yeah, he looks just fucking like you. Leave me alone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joel,” you muttered angrily. You were about to burst into flames, whether from embarrassment or anger you didn’t know. You didn’t care. How dare your body put your shame and embarrassment on display? You were giving Joel exactly the kind of sick satisfaction he absolutely did not deserve.

“Oh, baby. I think you know exactly what I’m talkin’ about. Look at how you’ve dog-eared these pages,” he used his pointer finger to trace the bent triangles at the corners of the pages. “Guy looks just like me, doesn’t he? Is that what you like so much about these pages?” his southern drawl had your stomach doing flips. “I know they’re your favorite, magazine practically opened right up to them.”

You ignored his question. “The pages were like that when I found the magazine,” you tried lying, but it was a futile attempt. This was bullshit. Joel was the one who was caught red handed, and yet you were bearing the brunt of the humiliating situation. Only Joel Miller could spin this situation to work out in his favor.

You said nothing, just glared at him. Joel wore a loathsome smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Wish I knew this is what you were usin’ to get yourself off at night. All those pretty noises, all this time. They were all for me, weren’t they?”

Any words you could think of got caught in your throat, it felt like dry swallowing a pill. You just looked at Joel with pleading eyes, begging him to stop making you feel like a fool. If you weren’t so embarrassed, you’d be yelling at him for rifling through your private belongings and calling him presumptuous asshole for insinuating you fantasized about him. Of course, he was entirely correct in his assumption. You were completely and utterly infatuated with him. Even when you weren’t using his doppelgänger to get yourself off, you were thinking of him all day long.

“Please,” you finally choked out, feeling tears prick your eyes. You couldn’t take any more of this torture. “Just stop.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he spoke with a soothing tone. Joel placed a hand on your thigh and twiddled his fingers along the fabric of your pajamas. “You know I’m just gonna keep buggin’ you until you tell me what I want to hear.” Joel looked at you with his sparkling brown eyes, darkened with lust. “So what do you like about these pages, baby?”

Turning your face towards your lap, you whispered your response to his prodding question. “I like the way he’s fucking her,” If that’s all it’d take to make him stop, might as well spill your guts.

“Yeah, I do too. It’s sexy, isn’t it?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, glancing at the familiar image. Joel was 100% right. Those were certainly your favorite pages. You didn’t even need them anymore, the picture was tattooed on your brain. “I like how the man looks.” you admitted with bravery.

“I bet you do. Because he looks like me, right?”

“Oh, baby. Gonna make me blush,” Joel replied to you with a saccharine smile. He really did seem genuinely flattered by your comment. “This is really what you look at when you’re playing with your pussy?”

“Yeah, kind of,” you say, feeling some confidence fill your chest. “I pretend it’s you fucking me like that.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm,”

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby. I like knowin’ you think of me like that,” he praises you for finally letting go of your embarrassment. He doesn’t only want to tease you. If this is what you fantasized about, he was gonna make your dreams come true.

Joel takes one of your hands in his own and moves it to your center, pressing your fingers against your core. You gasp at the feeling of your wetness on your pajama pants. “Think you can do somethin’ for me?”

“What?” you murmur.

“Just like, touch myself?” you laugh awkwardly at his request. This cannot be happening. Right?

Joel sets the magazine down and helps you to the top of the bed. He leans you against the pillows and kisses your lips for a second, and every time his tongue mingles with your own your anxiety melts away, little by little. This is all so surprising, maybe he does really want to make you feel good.

He kisses you gently and with care, using his lips to encourage you to let go again. He kisses the side of your mouth, then your jaw, your neck, and down your body before lifting up your pants and looking at you expectedly, asking permission to remove your clothing. You nod and he helps you out of your pajamas. It’s all so sudden and you feel exposed, all naked and laid out for Joel.

“You’re beautiful,” Joel says earnestly as he takes one of your wrists and guides your hand to your needy pussy, encouraging you to show him what you look like when you’re whimpering at the thought of him in the middle of the night. You don’t touch yourself yet, though. You cover your center with your hand, slightly embarrassed by the thick tuft of hair surrounding your vulva.

“I haven’t shaved in forever,” you say sheepishly. It’s kind of silly, worrying about body hair at the end of the world. But you can’t help it.

“That’s alright, sweetheart” Joel says as he reaches for the magazine and flips to one of the first pages he saw, a woman spread eagle with her full bush on display. She’s smiling and radiates confidence. “See? It’s a beautiful thing. It’s how they’re meant to be.”

You’re skeptical. “Do you really think so?”

“Of course I do. I love your pussy, it’s beautiful just how it is,” Joel grips your thighs and parts your legs, and your fingers gently drop to touch your dripping center. Joel reaches forward and places his hand over yours, helping you circle your clit with your middle finger. It’s slow at first and you squeeze your eyes shut, still feeling slightly awkward. Masturbating for someone else to watch is completely different from sex. You feel vulnerable, like you’re being studied under a microscope. You don’t feel that way for long, though.

Joel continues to help you circle your clit until he senses you becoming more confident, then removes his hand to watch you do your thing. Your fingers swirl around your hole as you gather your slick, then travel up again to rub your clit in those same circles he helped you create. You let out little gasps and whimpers, and it’s music to Joel’s ears. Finally, he has an image to match with the moans and other noises he hears from your room.

Usually you can get yourself off fairly quickly but with Joel in front of you, it takes a little longer. You open your eyes and peek at him. His dark and hungry eyes are focused on your center, but they flick up to your own. He smirks devilishly at you for a half second then goes back to watching your actions, almost obsessively. He is obsessed.

The sight of him pushes you closer to the edge, and he watches your pussy twitch as you finger your clit even faster. His expression changes then. He’s no longer looking at you with adoration and lust. Joel looks angry and jealous, with a furrowed brow and a scowling frown. You tilt your head slightly in confusion but before you can think Joel lunges forward and rips your hand away from your cunt, pinning it next to your torso.

“Let me taste you?” he whispers. You nod hurriedly in response. Lick me, touch me, do anything.

He presses a kiss to your clit and you gasp in surprise. “This is my pussy now,” he growls. Now that he knows what you look like touching yourself for him, he can’t just sit there and watch you anymore. Joel’s desperate, he needs to make you come. “From now on, you’re only gonna come when I say so. Do you understand?”

You mumble incoherently and Joel swats your thigh, not satisfied with your answer. “Do you understand?” he repeats, his voice dark and serious.

“Yes, Joel,”

“Good girl. You just relax now, let me take care of you,” he instructs you. Your head falls to the pillow, and you let out a soft exhale as Joel wraps his strong arms around your thighs and pulls your pussy to his face. Joel inhales your scent deeply, enjoying your aroma.

He licks a long stripe from your slick hole all the way to your clit, flattening his tongue against you. He licks every inch of you, memorizing your folds with his deft tongue. When he’s satisfied with the way he’s worked you up, he focuses on your clit, flicking it with his tongue before inserting two fingers inside of you.

“Joel,” you gasp out, hands reaching for his salt and pepper curls. Your thighs clamp around his head and he removes his hands from your body to spread them out again.

“You stay open for me now,” he commands. He plunges his fingers back inside you and curls them upward, hitting that spot that makes your knees weak and your eyes see stars. You moan loudly when Joel’s lips attach to your clit once more, this time gently sucking on the sensitive bud. He’s drunk on your taste, completely addicted to your flavor. His tongue continues dancing on your center and you pull him close to you, rutting your hips into his face. Every once in awhile you swipe his nose and he uses the opportunity to dip and twirl his tongue inside of you.

This is the best way to eat pussy, Joel’s learned. Find out what makes her tick and keep doing that, let her grind on his lips and nose. Right now, your wish is his command.

You reach down and grab his not working arm to bring it towards your breasts. Joel picks up what you’re putting down immediately and trails his hand over your breasts, pinching and twisting your pebbled nipples. That’s all it takes to have you coming in his mouth.

You cry out his name as you buck your hips into him, fighting the urge to push him away when the feeling becomes too intense.

Joel doesn’t allow you to catch your breath. He flips you on your tummy and drags you down the bed, his fingernails pressing into your skin. “You did so good for me, baby. You gonna let me fuck you now? Just like you pretend, right?” He pulls his shirt over his head and steps out of his pajama pants behind you.

“Yes, Joel, please,” you whine.

“I like hearin’ that. Keep beggin’ for me,” Joel demands as nudges your thighs apart with his knee. He teases your slit with the tip of his cock, painting his precum on your skin. He pushes the tip inside, not yet dipping all the way inside you.

“I need you,” you sob with desperation.

“Need me to what?” He knows what you need, but Joel’s gonna make you spell it out to him.

You let out a groan of frustration and back your ass into his hips. Joel chuckles at your annoyance. “Come on now. Tell me what I want to hear,” he repeats his words from earlier. “Put that pretty mouth to use.”

“I need you to fuck me,”

“There you go. Was that so hard?”

Joel wraps his hands around your hips, his fingers digging into your lower stomach and his thumbs pressed firmly into your lower back and slams his hips into you. His fingernails leave dents in your skin.

You yelp at the sudden contact, not expecting him to go so hard and fast. His thick cock stretches you out and you can feel the tip hitting you deep inside.

“Always knew this pussy would feel good,” he mumbled behind you, beginning his firm pace.

You arch your back into him, using your body to tell him what you need. You love the way he feels, so strong and holding you so tight. It really is a fantasy come to life. “Don’t stop, please,” you cry for him.

“Mmmm,” he hums. “You love this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Joel,”

“That’s right. It’s all for you, baby,” he continues pounding into you.

Joel pulls your legs up and places them over his shoulders, opening you up even deeper for him. He lets out a moan at the change in position.

He admires the way you look, all of it just for him. Your half lidded eyes, mouth open and spilling out moans and obscenities with every snap of his hips. You’re completely fucked out.

You reach down to thumb your clit and he smacks your hand away. “What’d I say earlier? You come when I say. I didn’t say, did I?” he scolded you.

“N-no,” you stutter out.

Joel takes your wrists into his hand and pins them above your head. “Can’t trust you, sweetheart. Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me,” He snakes his other hand between your thighs and circles your sensitive clit with his thumb ever so lightly. Torturing you with what could be and never giving you more.

The wet squelching noises of your pussy and the slapping sound of skin hitting skin have your head spinning. Joel fucks you at a merciless pace, frenzied and desperate. He’s savoring the way you’re squirming under him, straining your wrists against his locked grip. He knows it’s agonizing, almost painful the way you’re aching for release. But he’s determined to teach you a lesson.

“Please,” you choke out. “Just make me come,”

“I don’t know that you deserve it, baby, Touchin’ yourself to that picture of my lookalike? That’s awful selfish of you,” he chided you. “Depriving me of this?”

“Joel,” you whined. You’d do whatever it took to get some release.

“Tell me how long you were needing me,” Joel panted. “Weeks? Months?”

“I don’t know. Forever,” you admitted. “I need to come now, please.”

“Forever? I wish you said somethin’ earlier, baby. You wouldn’t be in this mess,”

You didn’t know how much more you could take. Tears of frustration were streaming down your cheeks, each of his thrusts hitting deep and massaging your insides. You were right there, you just needed permission to let go.

Joel was right there with you, also struggling to hold on. He wanted nothing more than to keep fucking you without allowing you to finish, but he’d never seen something so erotic and sexy. Your body, tangled in his own, your twitching thighs and furrowed brow. And he was responsible for all of it, responsible for turning into this wreck.

“You’re takin’ me so good, sweet girl. Beggin’ and askin’ me so nice,” he whispered. “You do one last thing for me, and I’ll let you come.”

“Anything,” you gasp. Now his wish is your command.

“You focus right here. Look at me, and don’t close your eyes. Keep makin’ those pretty noises for me, just like you always do,” You’re not even consciously trying to follow his orders, you just do. You can’t break your stare from his dark and hungry gaze, his lip curled in a nefarious smirk. Breathy moans and high pitched squeals escape your mouth.

“Always knew you’d be my good girl. Alright now. Let go for me,”

That’s all you needed to reach your peak. The warm, coiling feeling in the pit of your stomach erupts, shooting electricity through your veins. Your vision goes blurry and you hear staticky ringing as you cry out for Joel. It’s all you can feel as wave after wave of pleasure rocks your body.

Joel’s thrusts are sloppy now as he chases his own orgasm. Your fluttering walls and the way you whisper his name like a prayer are all he needed to reach his peak. His hips are stuttering and his muscles jerk and tremble as he pulses inside you, painting your insides with his seed. Joel hovers above you, placing wet kisses and tonguing your salty skin. He’s addicted to the way you taste.

It only hits you now how surreal this entire evening is. Joel’s above you, collecting himself and catching his breath and you’re still pinned beneath him. Of course, you imagined fucking him many times prior to this but it was never this way. You couldn’t complain, though.

Joel interrupts your thoughts with a kiss, sweet and gentle and loving. A stark contrast to the way he fucked your body just moments before. “So apple pudgy pies, right?”

You giggle. Joel is such a typical man, wanting a snack right after sex. At least he’s not already passed out on top of you, the way other men often do. “Yes Joel, just like you asked for,”

Joel backs away from you then with a cute little fist pump, as if he’s winning a prize. “Fuck yeah,” he whispers, walking to the bathroom completely nude. He’s got such a nice and plump ass, you notice.

He comes back and wipes you off with affectionate care, being extra conscious not to irritate your sensitive skin after the rigorous fucking. He helps you into your pajamas then and kisses you on the top of the head. “I’m gonna get the fire goin’, meet me out there?”

“Sure, Joel,” you respond with a smile. “I have to finish up with the apples first, though.”

“Take your time. I’ll be out there,”

You sit up and kiss Joel one last time, the way his lips slide against yours gives you butterflies. It’s a little late to feel that way after what you just did. You go to the bathroom then go downstairs and finish prepping the apples, stirring them over the stove. Once they’re finished, you prepare the sandwiches and make your way outside to sit next to Joel.

The warm glow of the fire illuminates his skin and he looks so handsome, his features look so defined by the light and shadows. He helps you put the sandwiches in the pie irons and then places them on the grill above the fire, careful to make sure they’re not getting too much heat too quickly.

The fire begins to shrink, flames not reaching quite as high as the sandwiches need. You turn your head around you looking for some more firewood, but the sound of ripping paper interrupts your search.

It’s Joel, tearing out pages of a magazine. Your magazine, from before. You look at him with confusion.

“I told you, sweetheart. You won’t be needin’ this anymore. You come to me,” he explains with a low voice, flipping the cast iron pans. “I took good care of you, right?”

You smile shyly. “You did,”

“And I intend to keep takin’ care of your needs,” he promises.

You nod wordlessly, still smiling. A few more moments pass before Joel removes the irons from the fire and removes your pies to cool off, then slices them in half. They’re golden brown and the spicy, sweet, warm smell is sinfully delicious. The gooey apples spill from the bread slightly. Your tummy grumbles at the sight.

The dessert has cooled enough, you decide. Taking a half of one of the sandwiches in your hand, you bring it to your mouth and take a small bite, the cooked apples are like lava in your mouth. You hiss at the burn on your tongue and lips.

“I’ll fix you, though. Teach you some self control,” he sucks his digit into his mouth and pulls it out with a pop, humming at the sweet flavor. “Lord knows you need it.”

All you can think about is sucking his cock the same way he sucked his thumb. You wonder how the soft skin of his dick would feel on your tongue. How he would taste, how he’d look as you take him deep down your throat.

God, how you need it.

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21stcenturygworl · 3 years ago

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I'm so excited that ur taking requests. I adore ur work, was wondering if u would like to make Arthur x Reader when reader gets drunk and kinda is bemused and doesn't really know what's going on and Arthur would save her from some men that wanted to take advantage of her? (Arthur and reader can be in relationship or are not, up to you ❤) I totally understand if ur not into it and doesn't have time or idea ❤ still grateful that u opened requestss ❤

Thank you for the request!! and dw I’m open to like 99% of all ideas, and I’ll make time LMAO this is why my thesis isn’t done yet 😩 I did a Modern AU take on it and pounded this out in like an hour 🧍🏻‍♀️ Will send a crappily drawn trophy to whoever spots the semi-obscure song reference in the dialogue 👹 PS this was NOT beta read so. scusi in advance :^)

One Too Many

Modern AU, Arthur x Reader, no pronouns used for reader

tw/cw: attempt at drugging someone

You feel the bass in your bones. Colourful lights, glitter, and sweat. Friday night means clubbing at VDL, getting buzzed on the fantastic cocktails that they serve and dancing all your worries away. Your friends are lost somewhere in the mass of rhythmically moving bodies and limbs that forms tonight’s crowd. Straw between your teeth, you grin. You’ll find them eventually.

It’s something with elderflower, you think to yourself as you take another sip, back leaning against the bar. The drink is so smooth that it goes down like lemonade. Walking home tonight might be a bit of a struggle. Maybe you should call a cab in advance while you’re still sober enough?

…Nah, you’ll be fine.

Breaking through the crowd, one of your friends suddenly stumbles over to you and grabs your arm with a high-pitched whine. “Babe, I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

Your drink is quickly set down behind you, a little bit of the precious cocktail spilling over the rim of the glass, and you take a quick step forward to help steady your friend. “Don’t throw up here! Come on, let’s take you outside— can you hold it in?”

“No! I’m going to barf! Seriously!” they cry, and you can’t help but think how fitting their green makeup is.

With all your might you drag them towards the door, yelling out slightly slurred “sorry!” and “excuse me!”s over the loud music. You give your friend a gentle squeeze around their shoulders. “No barfing, please, God—”

They stop walking, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you fear the worst.

When you open your eyes, you see they haven’t projectile vomited everywhere. In fact, they’re wriggling out of your grip. “Never mind! I’m fine, let’s go dance!”

A relieved exhale escapes you. “I’ll be right there! I have to finish my drink first. Paid too much for it to just leave it there.”

“Okay, but don’t keep us waiting!” They blow you a kiss before disappearing into the crowd once more.

Worming your way back towards your spot at the bar, you’re relieved to find your drink still in its place. In your half-buzzed state, you think that the bartender was there the whole time, so it should be fine. Oh sweet nectar, come to mama!

A hand on your shoulder has you whip around and stare hard at the person who just touched you.

You have to tilt your head back to look up at the bear of a man who’s standing in front of you.

“Hey— Sorry,” he quickly says with his hands held up apologetically, a Southern drawl clinging to his words like honey. You swallow thickly. “Jus’ wanted to warn you. I think that fella over there did somethin’ to your drink.”

You look in the direction he just nodded in, and see a man quickly look away when you catch him staring. “Oh my God,” you whisper, suddenly feeling terribly sober as the realisation sets in that you could have been roofied. You were only gone from your drink for less than a minute, for how long has that creep over there been following you around?

“You want me to inform the bartender? Ask ‘em to call the cops or somethin’?”

With a short breath you turn back to look at the man you’re speaking with. Either you’re way more buzzed than you thought you were, or this might be the most attractive man you’ve ever had the pleasure to speak to. You make a mental note to yourself that it’s inappropriate to drool over someone’s forearms, exposed by rolled up sleeves, or the sliver of skin beneath their collarbone, visible through one undone shirt button. You lean in a little closer so you don’t have to shout over the music, something that is proving to be a fatal decision — you smell his cologne, and it makes your knees feel weak. “You go do that, yeah,” you tell him, “I’m going to talk to that guy.”

Before he can stop you, you take your drink and turn on your heel, marching over to the creep on the other end of the bar. You tap on his shoulder.

When he looks at you, he feigns surprise. “Hey, sugar, what can I—”

You dump your drink onto him. Ice cubes and a straw clatter to the ground.

“This creep tried to drug me!” you yell at the top of your lungs, pointing at the man who now sits on the barstool looking very much like a pathetic, wet cat.

He’s seething, jumping from his seat and stalking over to you with a raised fist. “You whore—”

A hard push sends him tumbling back. “Watch your mouth, buddy.” You look at the man who pushed him — the guy who had warned you about that creep in the first place — and you think you really, really want to go him with him tonight.

Two bouncers grab the drenched creep by the shoulders, leading him away while he kicks and screams, making quite the scene. Some people have pulled out their phones to record the debacle. Regardless of what the cops do, you’re sure he’ll be banned from every club in town by the end of tomorrow.

When they’re gone, and the crowd has resumed their dancing, you let out a sigh.

“You alright?”

With a smile you look up at the handsome man. He’s standing a little closer than last time, and you’re almost tempted to lean in to him. “Yeah, thank you. I don’t want to know what would have happened if you hadn’t warned me.”

“Just doin’ what any decent person woulda done.” He offers you a toothy smile. “Thought it was real brave of you to confront him, though.”

You grin. “Liquid courage,” you tell him. Your heart is hammering away in your chest. Maybe you’ll ride out the rest of that liquid courage now too. “You’re really cute, what’s your name?”

The compliment has his cheeks turn crimson, visible even in the low lighting of the club. “It’s Arthur,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “What’s yours?”

One hand reaching around him to grab a napkin from the bar and the other reaching into your back pocket to pull out a pen, you place the napkin against his firm chest and begin writing your name and number on the flimsy paper — making sure to add many hearts around it. Arthur looks thoroughly amused and embarrassed at the same time, wearing a giddy smile as he watches you.

“I promise I’m just as fun when I’m sober,” you tell him, handing him the napkin while you slip your pen back into your back pocket. “I think you should go out with me.”

“Alright,” he says after looking at your writing, then he carefully folds up the napkin and puts it away as if it’s something precious. He looks so handsome when he’s smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “If you say so.”

#arthur morgan x reader #delilah-grimes #writing #writing request #i literally am only this brave when on an adrenaline rush OR properly buzzed

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🌙 staring. Shownu & Jooheon x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Your best friends come to rescue you from a family event where you’re left all but baby sitting the kids running around. Although they only stay for a little while before helping you escape, it’s enough to give them both intense baby fever.

cw/ tw. baby fever, pregnancy kink, switch! Joohoney / Jooheon, sex without condoms, emphasis on cum/being “full”, lots of booby sucking/fondling, dirty talk, threesome, hand job (m receiving), “papa”, choking, spanking, lots of grinding, semi shy/switchy friend bickering foreplay, Shownu size kink, etc..

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.6k

🍭 aus. idol au, friends to lovers, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. they give me baby fever okay?

You’re not shocked when Shownu shows up, you knew he would be true to his word and make an appearance, but with Joohoney in tow? Now that’s what surprises you. The two men stand awkwardly at the side of the park where your family is hosting a big barbecue, both looking around for you.

They stick out like sore thumbs, big, dressed in black, masks covering half their faces- you really wish they’d dressed a little more… incognito, however to them, you suppose the face covering is incognito.

“I’ll be right back.” You tell the group of children who have been left in your charge. But of course, they don’t accept your words, and come bounding after you as soon as you’re a yard away.

Shownu’s eyes land on you first of the two, and you see the way they scrunch up. You can tell he’s smiling, although his face is half covered, and Shownu opens his arms, pulling you into a hug that lifts you off the ground. “Y/N!” Shownu bellows, having missed you recently because Monsta X’s schedule has been insanely busy.

“I’m glad you came!” you beam, “and you brought Joohoney!” You hug him next. He doesn’t lift you up like Shownu, but his hug isn’t any less warm and inviting. “I thought you were in the studio today?”

“I was, but Shownu popped by, that’s when he got your text that you needed to be rescued from babysitting and I just had to come.” Joohoney is looking around at the kids who circle your little trio. It’s no secret that many of the Monsta X members are good with kids, Shownu in particular.

The kids had watched the leader of Monsta x lift you up, and they’re eager to be carried too, one of the smallest ones already clutching Shownu’s leg and looking up at him.

Your bear best friend looks down at the child, who reaches up her hands expectantly. Shownu’s eyes crinkle again and he bends down to lift up the child. The kid may as well be as light as a feather because that's the way Shownu acts, spinning the little girl around while she squeals with delight.

Soon all the kids crowd around Big Bear Shownu and you stay seated in the grass next to Joohoney, watching with a fond smile, “he’s so good with kids.” you say wistfully.

“As if you’re not.” Joohoney nudges your shoulder, “Did you see the way they all followed after you over here? The kids love you.”

Before you can say anything else, a few children run over and start to try to climb Joohoney, having realized that Shownu has reached his limit with a kid on his shoulders and one hanging on to each arm. But Joohoney? He’s free real estate.

You’d texted them to rescue you, but within minutes they’re the ones who need rescuing- although neither particularly want it. Now that you have a moment to yourself, you head back to your family, saying your goodbyes.

“Who are those two?” One of your cousins asks, eying your friends, “they look familiar.”

“Their faces are covered.” You laugh.

“True.” Your cousin looks to you instead and you’re glad she doesn't try to place your two jungle gym step in’s. You don't tell many people that you’re friends with Monsta X, only your closest friends. Your parents know them simply as Shownu and Joohoney, having little regard to their professions. “They’re really good with kids.”

“They are.” You agree.

“So are either of them your-”

“No.” you say before she can utter the word ‘boyfriend’. You can’t think of them that way- because that’s exactly the way you think of them. They’re famous- you know you could never date either of them. And you’re very happy to just be friends… you don’t mind the sex dreams, which have become more frequent as of late. But… watching them with children… you’d be lying if you said it didn't ignite some deep primal maternal feeling within you. “We should probably get going.” you say, “we have errands to run.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Your cousin rolls her eyes at you, having seen through your little charade, “just go have fun with them, but try not to have too much fun.” She nudges you with a laugh and you give her a hug before heading off towards your friends again.

The kids have somehow gotten both Joohoney and Shownu to the ground, and are crawling all over them. They’re both in all black, so the grass won’t damage their clothes, but the kids? “You guys are going to get all dirty.” You frown down at the children.

“And you’re next, get her!” Joohoney commands, and four kids rush you, forcing you to the ground within moments (at least they think they’ve forced you).

Joohoney laughs, sitting up now that all the kids are swarming you instead. Your friends stand after a moment and brush themselves off, watching you as you fuss over the kids and say your goodbyes. The kids are sad to see the three of you go, but soon you’re racing Joohoney to the car, eager to grab shotgun before him so you can have aux cord rites.

You win.

Shownu gets in next to you, putting the keys in the ignition, and Joohoney sticks his upper body through the two front seats so he can bicker with you as you scroll through your phone.

“Don’t you dare play Suga’s music.” Joohoney says, as he watches you click on daechwita.

“Stop being so jealous.” You scoff, holding your phone out of reach so Joohoney can’t change the song.

“I’m not jealous of Suga.” Joohoney rolls his eyes.

“Yes you are.” you tease.

“Shownu!” Joohoney whines, expecting support but instead earning nothing but a small smile from the man who is driving. “Just tell me you like my rapping more.” Joohoney says, getting as close as he can to you from the back seat. His nose touches your cheek and he starts making baby sounds at you.

“No Aegyo.” You groan, pushing his face away.

“You love my Aegyo.” Joohoney pouts even more, repositioning himself an inch from your face as he continues to make little sounds.

“You’re not as cute as you think you are.” You insist.

“Yes I am.”

“The kids were cuter.” Shownu says, drawing your attention up from your phone.

“Okay that’s true,” Joohoney agrees immediately, his baby voice dropping, “especially the little one who crawled onto your back.”

“What about the whole who wanted to steal your hat?” Shownu offers.

“You two shouldn’t be allowed near children,” you say, “it gives the girls around too much baby fever.”

They both laugh again, but it’s Joohoney who insists he knows your meaning, “which one of your cousins thought we were cute?” he teases, poking your shoulder, “tell us.”

“Probably all of them.” you confess, rolling your eyes, “you guys know how hot you are, especially with kids around.”

“Shownu, she thinks we’re hot!” Joohoney teases.

You roll your eyes. Being best friends with two super hot idols has it’s drawbacks, Joohoney’s massive ego is one of them.

“What movie are we going to watch again?” you ask, changing the subject.

Joohoney whips out his phone to open the list of movies the three of you wrote down months ago. You’ve slowly been chipping away at the list, and part of the fun is showing up and finding out what the movie of the day is.

“Looks like today is a horror film.” Joohoney says as he scans the list.

You and Shownu groan.

“Guys why are we doing this?” You ask when Joohoney buries his face in your shoulder at the jump scare.

“Because it’s a good movie.” Joohoney insists, but his voice is a groan, and he’s still hiding. All the movies on your list are apparently “the best movies ever made”, this one is no different.

“You’re literally not even watching.” You groan, turning to cuddle up to Joohoney as another violent scene takes place.

On the other side of Joohoney, Shownu is shovelling popcorn into his mouth, eyes focused on the tv. He looks completely unbothered.

“Shownu.” You groan, reaching past Joohoney to touch your other friend’s arm. He immediately places a hand over yours as if to provide you some comfort.

“You’re both babies.” He says softly, removing his hand from yours in favour of more popcorn.

“Y/N,” Joohoney pulls away from your shoulder, “did we give you baby fever today too?”

Now Shownu pauses the film.

It feels like an odd turn of events, from whining about horror movies to talking about baby fever, but you suppose you walked into this one by calling them babies.

“Do you want children someday?” Shownu pipes in.

“Are we seriously going to talk babies in the middle of a horror movie?” you ask. You almost prefer if the movie was playing over this conversation. You can’t trust yourself with them, not with Joohoney pressed to your side and Shownu now playing with your fingers again.

“It’s paused.” Shownu tells you, turning in his seat to get a better look at you and Joohoney.

“Well, do you want kids?” You ask.

“Someday.” Shownu shrugs.

“I love babies.” Joohoney says.

“You like the idea of making babies, you wouldn’t enjoy actually having one.” you insist.

“I do like the idea of making babies.” Joohoney grins, tugging you closer to his chest.

“You’re so dirty minded.” You giggle, pushing at the big rapper who’s all but claimed half of your body for cuddles.

“So?” Joohoney’s breath is hot against your neck. There’s a challenge in his tone, and it makes your blood run cold, pulse racing as you try to quiet thoughts about what it would be like to just turn and press your lips against his.

“So,” you take a deep breath, “stop being so dirty.”

“Or what?” Joohoney’s lips brush by your neck and you jolt from the contact. Shownu places a large hand on your thigh to calm you down, but it only proves to further excite you, your body quickly betraying the desire you’ve tried to keep buried for so long.

“Or maybe you should both prove to me you actually have baby fever and do something about it.”

Your words hang heavy in the air for a moment and then Shownu let’s out the sweetest shocked and embarrassed sound you’ve ever heard. He tries to close his mouth but the damage has been done, his ears turning red even in the limited light coming from the paused movie on tv.

Joohoney begins laughing behind you, and you can’t help but also giggle at Shownu’s precious reaction.

“You can’t just say things like that!” Shownu insists, pushing at your thigh with his hand.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not being serious.” Your friend whines.

“Maybe I am though.” you say, earning a shockingly audible eye roll from the man who has you tucked into his side. “Hey!” you whip around to look at Joohoney, “maybe I’m serious!”

“You want to risk our friendship because we all have baby fever?” Joohoney asks, “are you on crack?”

“As if you weren’t thinking the exact same thing earlier.” you glare at him, “besides, it wouldn’t risk our friendship.”

Shownu cocks his head at you, “How can you be so sure?”

“Because you’re both my best friends and if either of you tries to stop being my friend after this I'm tracking you down and kicking your ass.”

“So you’ve just decided that we’re going to fuck you then ,hmm?” Joohoney chuckles, and there’s a teasing hint to his tone, and you can’t help but notice how his voice has gotten lower.

You feel energy rush through your body. There’s no going back now, you’re taking this leap of faith and seeing where it takes you, now the only question is how to start?

One look at Shownu tells you he’s the one you want to kiss first. Out of your two friends, he’s going to be the one who’s harder to convince that this is okay, because you’re pretty sure Joohoney’s already hard by the way he’s attempted to nonchalantly adjust the blankets over his lap since this conversation started taking a turn.

Instead of answering your friend’s question, you simply move to straddle Shownu, who gets more flustered by the second as you swing your leg over his hips. He doesn't seem to know where to put his hands, so you grab them and place them on your waist before settling your own fingers against his strong shoulders, “I’m on birth control so you can be as baby kink as you want.”

He starts to say your name but you don’t let him argue with you. You know he wants this as much as you do by the way his cock is poking at you as you grind down against him, and when you press your lips to his, he shuts up instantly, melting into you, fingers getting a better grip on your waist.

His lips are soft, and he’s so gentle for such a big guy who you’ve seen break an ax in half with his bare hands by accident. You ball your hands in the fabric of his soft, navy blue sweater, pressing down harder on his cock as you deepen the kiss, your tongue invading Shownu’s mouth and earning a little gasp sound from the man beneath you. His large hands glide along your back so he can get a better grip on you, and suddenly Shownu is standing up, with you clinging to his chest in shock.

“Bedroom.” He tells you, heading off towards his destination. You look over his shoulder at Joohoney who’s standing to join you, adjusting his pants as he does so and then flashing you a cheeky wink that makes you laugh.

“When are you two going to start a family?” you ask. “One of you’s getting a bit old.”

Shownu lets out an ‘aish’ sound and shakes his head but that’s the only push back you get from him for teasing about his age.

“We’re starting tonight.” Joohoney jokes, making you smile, only for his tone to dip and his eyes to get dark, “going to get you real full.”

You can’t help the way your body reacts to his words. You can feel your core getting wetter by the second, spurred on by the idea of what’s to come, as well as by Shownu’s massive body which carries you around as if you weigh nothing.

When you reach your room, Shownu simply collapses onto your bed, knocking the air out of you as his massive body lands on yours. You’re used to his kind of behaviour from him, he often manhandles you and throws you around like this, forgetting that he’s big and can cause damage if he’s not careful.

“Oops.” Shownu laughs, pushing himself slightly off of you so he can look down at your form, “did i-”

You shut him up again with a kiss. You love Shownu, he’s one of your best friends, but you’re getting tired of being patient with him. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist and the delicious pressure on your core returns, causing you to let out a sigh of pleasure that must go straight to Shownu’s head by the way he immediately deepens the kiss and hikes one of your legs higher on his hip. He grinds down against you forcefully and you can’t help but smile, enjoying the way that he’s responding to you now that you’re in an actual bed.

Shownu’s a traditional guy, you know that, so it makes sense that he was acting a bit off at first. Now that he has you on a bed, with you kissing him hungrily, you can feel his muscles relaxing under your fingers, his tongue exploring more of your mouth now.

“Make room.” Comes Joohoney’s voice as he all but jumps onto the bed next to you, shoving Shownu roughly until he concedes and rolls onto his side, bringing you with him so Joohoney now has access to your back.

The position is a little odd, three people laying sideways and attempting to touch each other, and you all have to make adjustments for it, but soon you have your fingers tangled in Shownu’s hair, his lips on yours, while Joohoney peppers your neck in kisses and ruts against your ass.

You grab at Shownu’s sweater again, bundling up the dark blue fabric, “off.”

Joohoney chuckles against your neck, prompting you to reach behind you and smack at his ass, “you too asshole.”

“Maybe we should all just get naked.” Joohoney suggests, and you can feel him smiling against your neck.

“That’s a good point.” You admit, sitting up abruptly so you can begin undressing.

Shownu laughs next to you, laying flat on his back and putting a pillow over his face, “are we really doing this?”

You and Joohoney exchange a look as he shrugs off his shirt, and you poke Shownu’s abdomen, making him flinch, “open your eyes and see for yourself.”

Shownu moves the pillow, blinking at you and Joohoney, who are now both working on your own pants. “He better hurry, or he won’t be a contender for dad of the year.” You tease, speaking to Joohoney and ignoring the fully clothed man next to you.

“Fine with me.” Joohoney responds, finally free of his sweatpants. He opens his arms to you, flashing that dimpled grin that you’ve come to love over the years. “Come to papa.”

You all but jump at your friend and Joohoney catches you, letting you both tumble down onto the bed with you half on top of him, only for him to drag you the rest of the way to be straddling his lap. He presses his lips against yours with confidence, your first kiss, and you enjoy the way he grabs at the back of your head, leaving you unable to pull away as his free hand begins to explore your body.

Although he’s seen you a million times, you think Joohoney must be trying to memorize your body by feel, a notion that makes you grin against his lips.

You’re both in your underwear, neither of you having the balls to go fully nude just yet, and, to be fair, you’re still waiting on Shownu, who, as far as you know, is still watching.

Now that Joohoney’s sweatpants aren't in the way, you can feel his cock straining up against his briefs. His length slots perfectly against your core and you grind down, groaning into his mouth when he buckles his hips slightly, fingers digging into your waist to guide you on him.

“You can’t make babies with your clothes on.” Shownu’s voice comes from behind you, and you were so enraptured in Joohoney that you hadn’t even noticed your other friend had moved.

Fingers brush against your back and you jump in Joohoney’s embrace. He lets go of your face so you can whip around to look at Shownu, who has joined you in your near nudity. You take a moment to simply look at his form- but before you can appreciate him fully, Joohoney is sitting up and drawing your attention down as you instinctively cradle him.

“He’s right.” Joohoney says as he rubs the tip of his nose over the swell of your breasts, “can’t make babies with clothes on.”

Shownu’s fingers have returned to your back and they deftly undo your bra clasp, then gently run up your back to your shoulders, playing with the straps. You realize he doesn’t want to push it off of you, and Joohoney is also looking up at you now, waiting with eyes that are sparkling.

They keep giving you opportunities to change your mind, and as much as you adore your best friends for this, you’re getting tired of all these waiting games. If they’re giving all the power to you, you’ll just have to use it.

You pull your bra off, putting one hand behind Joohoney’s head to bring his mouth to your nipple while you reach behind yourself with your other hand, grabbing Shownu and bringing his lips down to yours. You gasp when Joohoney rolls your sensitive bud between his teeth, tightening your grip in his hair.

You like this position, with Joohoney under you, sitting up and sucking on your tits while Shownu all but dwarfs you from behind, his lips working feverishly against yours- but your neck begins to hurt from turning to look at Shownu, so soon you break the kiss.

When you look down at Joohoney, his eyes are closed and he seems to be really enjoying himself, but one roll of your hips has him looking up at you questioningly. You push at his shoulders and he lets up on your breasts, pulling away with a further confused look.

You reach between your bodies and grab as much of his cock as you can, squeezing him through his briefs. You lean down until your lips are just brushing Joohoney’s, “How do we want to do this?” you ask.

“Only one way to get someone pregnant.” Shownu says.

“You’re spitting some real facts Shownu,” you laugh at your best friend, “but try to make your words sexier.”

Shownu’s hands grab at your hips, “you wanted to be full,” he states, his breath hot against your neck as his lips trail up to your ear, “so we’re going to make you full.”

While the idea brings a new rush of wetness between your legs, you know your limits, and you’re quick to say “i don’t think i can take both of you at once-”

“You won’t be.” Shownu assures you, his hand applying pressure to your back and prompting you and Joohoney to fall back against the mattress. “You’ll have me, and Joohoney will wait his turn.” He pauses for a moment and both of you wait for Joohoney to argue about going second, but when he doesn’t Shownu asks, “do you like these?”

“What?”

“You have nicer ones.” Shownu says more to himself than anything, grabbing your panties and tearing them in half before discarding the ruined fabric over the side of the bed. His large hands grab at your ass and despite Joohoney pressing kisses to your neck and massaging your breasts while your hand continues to work his cock through his briefs, you put your full focus on Shownu.

A finger unexpectedly slides into you and you let out a moan, pussy clamping down on the new intrusion before it’s pulled out of you in favour of rubbing your clit and spreading your slick around your entrance.

“No teasing.” you gasp, pushing yourself off of Joohoney slightly so you’re more in a doggy position, no longer touching the man under you, who instead latches his mouth to your nipples again. “Just fuck me.” You push back against Shownu.

He doesn’t respond, but a moment later you feel something much bigger than a finger at your entrance. Shownu’s hands smooth down your ass to your waist and he gets a good grip on you, just as you think he’s about to push into you, he says, “are you sure?”

The man ripped your panties off and has the audacity to still be shy like this.

“If you ask me that one more time I'm letting Joohoney be my baby daddy.” You laugh.

At the mention of his name, Joohoney lets go of your boobs, kissing up to your neck again as he forces you back down into his embrace, “you promise?” He asks.

As you’re about to respond, Shownu finally pushes into you, and all your thoughts get put on hold as your body struggles to accommodate his girthy length. “Fuck!” you moan, burying your face in Joohoney’s shoulder and gripping the pillows by his head. Maybe you should have let him prep you, but you’re so wet that when Shownu pulls out of you to push back in, it’s a smooth feeling that quickly turns to pleasure.

Shownu’s warm hands are steady on your waist, holding you still as he finds a rhythm.

Under you, Joohoney buckles his hips, and you realize you’ve been neglecting him for too long. You reach between your bodies, holding yourself just a little off of Joohoney’s chest so you can have access to his cock again. You’re still touching him through his briefs, and when Joohoney strains under you and Shownu pushes his cock deep into your pussy, you think maybe Joohoney deserves to have some direct skin on skin contact.

You pull your hand away and Joohoney’s eyes flash open, his lips parting to argue, only to stop and watch you attentively as you spit into your palm. When you reach for Joohoney this time, pushing down the waistband of his briefs to free his cock, your hand glides down his shaft with ease, earning a low groan from the man you’re straddling while his best friend splits you in half from behind.

Shownu’s grip on your waist is getting tighter, and you enjoy the way his fingers press into your skin. He’s letting out little grunt sounds every once in a while, but you get the vibe that Shownu’s not much of a talker during sex, which is fine.

Below you, Joohoney is getting more worked up as you pump his shaft in your hand, swiping your thumb over the head. “Fuck,” he groans, tilting his head to look down at where you’re hand is wrapped around his cock, “you like this gorgeous?” His eyes meet yours now, and he grabs your throat, “Shownu is filling you up real nice huh?”

“Yes!” You mewl, closing your eyes and biting on your lip as Joohoney’s fingers tighten around your neck and Shownu thrusts into you particularly hard, likely turned on by Joohoney’s dirty talk. “He fills me up so good!”

“And you’re going to let us both paint you in our cum right princess?”

You moan loudly at Joohoney’s words. When you open your eyes and look down at your best friend, he’s no longer Joohoney, he’s Jooheon, the rap god whose dark gaze makes you shiver, your submissive side popping up and ready to impress.

Ready to be his princess, his good girl.

“Please, I need it.” you whimper, pushing your ass back to meet Shownu’s thrusts despite his grip on your waist. “I feel so full-”

“You’ll be even more full in a moment.” Jooheon promises, letting go of your throat in favour of grabbing your face and bringing your lips to his.

You’re still working his cock, but as you’re getting closer and closer to orgasm, your motions are faltering. Jooheon picks up your slack, his hips rutting him up into your grasp and doing half the work for you while his tongue invades your mouth.

Your whimpers escape even as Jooheon kisses you, raising in pitch to warn your friends of your impending high.

“Fuck!” Shownu groans behind you, both his hands moving to roughly grab fistfuls of your ass, squeezing in a way that almost hurts, “cum with me.”

You’ve had guys tell you to ‘cum for [them]’ before, but you don’t think anyone’s ever actually told you to cum with them before. Even though you’re not looking at the man behind you, it’s Shownu, and his words make something warm bubble in your chest, your pussy clamping down on his cock as your body follows his instructions.

Shownu fucks you roughly through your orgasms, your entire body forced forward with each thrust. Jooheon keeps you steady through it, one of his hands coming to pinch at your nipple and give you a new spark of pleasure that makes you moan even louder.

When Shownu comes to a stop, you’re both breathing heavily, but there’s still one person who’s worked up and ready to go: the man under you who’s been cock teased this whole time.

“My turn.” Jooheon says, pushing at your shoulders. Shownu backs up and allows Jooheon to take over, both you and the tall man simply letting Jooheon man handle you into missionary and kick off his briefs before getting between your legs. He teases your entrance with the head of his cock, looking down at where your bodies meet intently, “that’s so hot.”

You can feel Shownu’s cum beginning to leak out of you, and Jooheon is quick to collect it, using it as a mock lube as he ruts against you, sliding past your clit instead of burying himself inside of your pussy like you wish he would.

Jooheon lets out a groan, his patience snapping as he positions himself at your entrance. He kisses you as he slides into your needy core, which is made all too easy by Shownu’s cum inside of you.

You whimper when his hips press flush to yours, suckling on his lower lip as you dig your fingers into his hair.

His thrusts aren't as hard as Shownu’s were, he simply doesn't have the same power, but they’re faster, which scratches an itch you’ve been aching to have scratched all night.

“Feel good?” Jooheon asks against your lips, his hand slipping between your bodies so his fingers can find your clit, which prompts you to wrap your legs tighter around his waist, a moan of affirmation filling the room as he quickly builds up another orgasm for you.

“Gonna fill you up even more.” Jooheon continues, rubbing your clit harshly. “Gonna get you all nice and swollen, here,” He moves his hand up to your tummy and you moan, pussy fluttering around him, “and here.” He cups your breast, squeezing and brushing his thumb over your nipple which makes you push your chest up against his hand. “Gonna cum for me sweetheart?”

There’s the dom ‘cum for me’ line you’re used to, and it delights your body, which he’s already worked up to the edge.

You think Jooheon must be super close too because he’s been waiting a long time, and you’re sure that your orgasm will trigger his, so you let your mind go blank, simply experiencing all the pleasure he’s giving you, and that’s all it takes for you to cum, pussy clamping down on his cock.

“Fill me, fill me, fill me!” You moan, burying your face in Jooheon’s neck and peppering his skin with kisses as your muscles contract around him.

Jooheon lets out a deep groan, hand flying to grab at your waist and squeeze as his thrusts stagger, hips moving sporadically as they work you both through your orgasms. You can feel him coating your insides with cum and you feel so incredibly full when he comes to a stop, buried completely inside of you.

After a moment to recollect yourself, you pull away from Joohoney’s neck and blink up at him. Then you turn to look at Shownu, who’s collapsed onto the bed next to the both of you, laying on his side and also watching.

“The fact that i’m not going to be pregnant in nine months actually kind of makes me sad.” You admit.

Shownu chuckles and sits up, watching Joohoney roll off of you onto your other side, “You really want a baby? It’s not just a kink?”

His fingers brush over your abdomen and when his eyes dip between your legs you’re reminded of the fact that you’re probably going to be dripping soon so you close your knees and shove two digits into yourself to hold it all in.

“I could ask you the same thing, papa.” You tease, using the name his bandmates call him from time to time.

“I think you’d make a really good mom.” Joohoney says, sitting up and looking down at you.

For a moment you’re all quiet, and then you say, “then you guys should make me into a mom.”

“You can’t just say things like that!” Shownu laughs, echoing his words from earlier in the night, so you do the same.

“Why not?”

His fingers trail up your thigh softly, and he doesn’t look up at you, “Because you’re not being serious.”

“Yes I am.”

“Then what the fuck,” Joohoney gets off the bed and grabs your ankle, dragging you towards him, “are we waiting for? Let’s go shower and we can do some more baby making!”

“I’m still on birth control so no real baby-” you say as you get off the bed, grabbing Joohoney’s extended hand so you can head towards the bathroom, “but I could be off birth control by next week-”

Shownu lets out a sigh, laughing and shaking his head as he follows you and Joohoney into the bathroom. It’s obvious you and Joohoney have made up your minds about this.

Having sex with your two best friends has lifted a lid off of a can of worms that you’ll never be able to stuff back into their place. Your relationship has changed, which is obvious as Joohoney pulls you into your shower, pressing his naked body against yours as your lips meet, but it doesn’t feel off or weird.

It feels natural. As if this was always going to be the progression of things.

Shownu’s hands slide down to your waist as he takes his space behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder that you almost don’t even feel, it’s that gentle.

You should have ripped the bandaid off and fucked them ages ago, but you push that thought to the side, you’re here now, and you’re going to make up for all your lost time.

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