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luveline · 1 year ago

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Maybe a Eddie and Roan where Roan gets into an argument with one of her friend/classmate and she’s like really grumpy and reader and Eddie try and cheer her up or even defuse the situation??

tysm ♡ eddie and roan

Roan toddles out of her classroom with her eyes on the floor until she reaches Eddie's legs. He frowns at her in surprise, smoothing the frizz of her curls away from her forehead. "Hello," he says.

"Everything okay?" you ask.

That morning at the kitchen table, when you told Roan you'd be there at pick up with her dad (the two of you taking a much needed day off to waste together in bed doing alternate loads of laundry), she smiled and climbed into your lap. "Good," she said, her lips shiny with waffle syrup, "I'll make you a present in arts and crafts."

"You will? Thanks, baby," you'd said.

The present isn't anywhere to be seen now, nor is your sparkling girl. Roan rubs her cheek against Eddie's legs without greeting you. Eddie takes the hint and leans down to take her into his arms. He sighs as he stands, ducking his head to hers.

"Hello," he says again, gentler now. "Bad day?"

She sniffles and puts her face in his shirt collar. Eddie covers the back of her head, his eyes wide. What the fuck, he mouths, surprise melding into something worse. He hates when Roan's upset like this. Her tantrums are loud but her real tears are always quiet, and you can see the moment Eddie's heart breaks, her hands gripping his hair urgently.

"Hey, okay, don't worry, bubby…" He nods his head back the way you came, and you follow at his elbow, crestfallen.

He prods at it as you walk to the car. What happened? and Talk to me, babe. Roan stops crying and turns silent, until the concern gets too much.

"I'm sure whatever it is, we can make it better. You just have to tell me what happened, roly-poly."

"Nothing! Nothing happened, dad, stop."

Eddie rubs her shoulders. "Alright. If you say so."

You open the car door for them and Eddie covers the top of Roan's head as he tucks her in. She's definitely reaching an age where all this carrying is unnecessary, but Eddie always says he has muscles for a reason. You like to roll your eyes, and, secretly, think it's amazingly sweet. He's like that.

"Want me to come and sit in the back?" you ask.

"No."

"Are you sure? We can play pat-a-cake, or thumb wrestle?"

"I don't want to."

More of the same on the drive home. Eddie suggests ice cream, movies, McDonald's. Roan stares out the window and refuses to answer. Safe to say, you both hate it. It's your worst nightmare to know that somethings wrong but not know what that something is.

"Let's go to Leaven," you whisper.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, though he takes the turn, whispering back, "Why Leaven?"

"We can buy her some fancy cupcakes and new pyjamas and stuff. And a tape, whatever she wants."

"We can't just buy her happiness," Eddie says.

"Really?"

"...Maybe."

You park up in the family spaces near the front of Leaven and Eddie insists upon himself from car to store. "Please hold my hand, babe, I'll get lost in Leaven by myself," he whines, waving his hand at her. "I won't know where to go if you don't steer me."

"Fine!" she says, taking his hand furiously.

"Do you want to know why we're here, lovely girl?" you ask.

"No."

"Roan, don't be mean," Eddie says reproachfully.

"I'm not mean, dad."

"You're being a little tiny bit mean. We should try to be nice to the people we love even when we have bad days. Work is very very hard, but I try to pick you up from school and be happy because you haven't done anything wrong."

"I don't want to be happy," she pouts, twisting her head away from you both.

Eddie huffs playfully and grabs her from behind. Arms under her armpits, he swings her around and chuckles maliciously in her ear. "Silly girl left herself open for my evil plan," he croons, the voice of a character from one of his campaigns that gives you and Roan the shivers.

You grab a kart and push the children's seat out for Eddie to slide her in. "Trapped!" he declares, squeezes the arms of her vinyl coat. "And there's nothing you can do to stop us!"

Roan struggles to pretend she doesn't find it funny. "Stop what?" she asks, exaggeratedly unhappy to maintain her grumpy facade.

"We're going to spoil you, duh," he says, voice back to normal. "What should we get first, my love?" he asks you. "Cupcakes?"

"Best get cupcakes before they run out of the pink bunnies."

Roan's lips quirk at the name of her favourite ones. "Are we really having pink bunnies?" she asks.

"We're having anything that will make you smile," Eddie says.

You link your arm through his for most of the journey, the smell of his cologne rich and smokey. He doesn't smell like diesel, a rare occasion, nor are his clothes mottled by oil. You look like a family meant to shop at Leaven (sort of, you aren't so decked in designer as the wealthy Hawkinites). Roan perks a little as you pick cupcakes from the bakery counter, their gold foil wrappers reflected in the brown wells of her eyes. Eddie lets her eat one as you walk around so long as she puts the wrapper in the bag when she's done.

From there, you choose pyjamas, a stuffie shaped like a frog, and a breadcrumb covered tray of mac and cheese. You pick up things you don't need as you go, fancy brownies in a tub and clothes softener. The best part is the deliberating, you and Eddie and Roan taking turns sniffing the caps and debating which one smells best. You settle on deep sea minerals, probably because Roan likes the seahorse on the front.

"You're a traitor," you say, putting back the scent you'd preferred with put upon disappointment.

Roan giggles sweetly. Like a plug pulled, a levy unburdened, she laughs from the checkout to the car, all the way home. You barely notice how dark it's become, focused on the loving heat of Eddie's hand on your knee and Roan's renewed smile.

Later, once she's had a bath and you're all in your pyjamas, Eddie asks her again what upset her, and she gives a teary answer. One of the Stacey's said her hair looked ugly, and Roan agreed with her.

"Bubby, your hair's not ugly," you say, chucking her under the chin. Eddie, her chair, leans his chin over her shoulder to agree.

"It's beautiful."

She sniffles. "I said it was ugly, and it's not nice because daddy has the same hair." She sputters wetly, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes. "I'm really sorry."

"Aw, Ro." Eddie hugs her with both arms tight to his stomach. "Don't be sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry for. Stacy shouldn't say you have ugly hair– you have beautiful hair. So shiny and bouncy. I promise you it's perfect."

You smile at Roan encouragingly. "Your hair is soooo super pretty. Just like your dad's."

"You think so?"

"I know so." You coil a curl around your finger. When you let it go, it springs away and falls against her face.

Roan relaxes into Eddie's chest. He rubs her upper arm, a similar relief on his pert features.

"Is there anything else wrong?" Eddie asks.

Roan closes her eyes, dark lashes kissing her cheek. "I think I have a tummy ache."

"I bet you do, babe. Why don't we lie down for a bit?"

Roan agrees wholeheartedly. It's a tight squeeze, but the three of you manage to lay on your couch, the smell of sugary pink icing stuck to your fingers and the warm scent of mac and cheese floating in from the kitchen.

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seungkwansphd · 2 years ago

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just deserts

pairing: wonwoo x minghao x fem reader word count: 4.9k synopsis: when wonwoo and minghao invited you to this fancy business event, it hadn't really crossed your mind that they'd be busy working instead of entertaining you! perhaps you can find someone else to keep you busy, but those who misbehave always get their just deserts. themes/cw: SMUT! mdni!, threesome, established poly, BDSM elements, brat-ish vibes, toy usage, rough sex, power dynamic, degradation kink, spitting(once), cumplay(kinda?).

a/n: idk friends, the horny thoughts just keep coming. baby's first 3some fic! i think i got everything for content warnings, but do lmk if i missed anything! also TYSM to @playmetheclassics for beta-ing and making me this BEAUTIFUL banner (via @classicscreations) i appreciate you so much!

“Hao I’m bored,” you pouted, tugging at Minghao’s necktie as you looked up at him.

“Bored? Or needy?” He glanced down at you, clocking your true intentions immediately.

“Both,” your lips curled up at him playfully. “Do you and Wonwoo have to do so much networking tonight?”

“You already know the answer to that,” he replied. He was trying to be stern, but you knew that Minghao typically had a softer spot for you than Wonwoo.

“I should’ve just stayed home,” you grumbled. “At least at home I wouldn’t be wearing such uncomfortable heels and I could have fun by myself,” you whispered suggestively at Hao, fingertips tracing down the edge of his lapel mischievously.

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow, lips quirking up with interest. Your teasing words forced him to recall the last time he’d watched you pleasure yourself and he found himself effectively distracted.

“Quit it,” Wonwoo appeared behind you, whispering discreetly in your ear. He’d been watching you and Minghao from across the room and could tell that Hao was close to folding.

“Quit what?” you asked, feigning innocence, blinking up at Wonwoo with wide eyes.

“You know what,” he hissed, tugging harshly at one of the ties on your dress. “Hao, you need to go talk to the president of the bank.”

Minghao stood up straight and cleared his throat. Wonwoo was right, some clear objectives needed to be met tonight. He downed the rest of the drink and made his way towards the president, leaving you and Wonwoo alone. You were disappointed when Wonwoo’s eyes caught another potential investor’s and he left you just as swiftly.

You sulked. When Wonwoo and Hao had originally asked if you’d wanted to attend, the idea of getting dolled up to attend this fancy event had appealed to you. Still, you hadn’t realized just how much business they both intended to do! You’d spent the last few hours mostly by yourself and your feet absolutely throbbed with pain, so you were in a bad mood to say the least.

Well, if Minghao and Wonwoo weren’t going to pay attention to you, you were sure you could find someone else who would.

“Oh, Dylan?” you smiled happily as you caught sight of a young investor that you had met a few months ago.

“Oh, YN? I didn’t know you’d be here tonight!” the handsome young gentleman smiled, pulling you in for a quick hug.

“I didn’t know you’d be here either!” your eyes sparkled at him, squeezing him back maybe just a tad too enthusiastically. “How have you been?”

“Good, very good actually,” he answered after some thought. “Are you tied up? If not, let’s grab a drink to catch up.”

“Not at all,” you smiled back genially. “Let’s do it!” You placed your hand into his and allowed him to lead you towards the bar. Wonwoo and Minghao’s relationship with Dylan was interesting and complicated. As an investor of many businesses, he was somehow both a prospect and a competitor at the same time. While they often found themselves competing with businesses that he held a stake in, they would also more than welcome investment from him. As always, you were acting in a way that you knew would irritate them, but wouldn’t completely piss them off.

Minghao’s eyes flitted to you from across the room. Dylan Wang wasn’t on the list of marks for the evening, but certainly would’ve been a ‘nice to have’. He and Wonwoo did their best to stay engaged in their respective conversations, but every simpering giggle that fell from your lips caused their ears to prick towards you. Their eyes met, communicating silently. They finished their respective schmoozing and moved to intercept you.

“Oh, Hao!” your eyes lit up as you saw him first. “Dylan, you remember my colleague, Minghao?” you beamed at Dylan as you gestured towards Hao.

“Of course,” Dylan nodded at the other man.

“It’s good to see you again,” Minghao greeted him stiffly, almost physically fighting the urge to stare daggers at the hand draped around your waist.

“Actually, if you have a moment, I’d love to pick your brain,” Hao finally came up with an excuse, prying Dylan from your side. At the same time, Wonwoo materialized behind you and pulled you behind a heavily foliaged fiddle leaf fig.

“Care to explain yourself?” He asked, peering at you down the line of his nose.

“About?” you asked, as if clueless. Wonwoo’s eyebrows twitched with irritation before he replied.

“A little bit of attention and he can put his hands on you? Are you that easy?” he sneered. His eyes flicked over you in a way that triggered a warmth to spread across your cheeks.

Your brows furrowed and you opened your mouth, but were cut off before you could retort.

“I know you’re bored, but if you don’t get a hold of yourself, you’ll have something else to worry about,” he hissed in your ear, gripping your hips tightly.

Your brow wrinkled with confusion, so Wonwoo went on to elaborate.

“You are dangerously close to getting bent over and railed right here. If you’re that desperate we can ruin this whole event. I’m almost past caring at this point.”

The words were menacing and sent a chill down your spine. Part of you thought that Wonwoo was above his baser urges and wouldn’t undo months of planning just to punish you, but the other part of you had seen this man at his most unhinged and you thought perhaps he just might.

“It’s so boring though,” you frowned. You could feel Wonwoo’s poor mood rolling off of him.

“Then go home,” he spoke through his teeth. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message.

“Car’s coming.”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, stomping off towards the coat check.

“Be ready when we get home,” he caught your wrist, voice so low you could barely hear it. “And don’t think it’s worth your while to get a head start.”

You swallowed, eyes narrowing at him before you tried to step away. Wonwoo’s fingers bit into you, a warning, and you nodded before you slipped out of his grip and worked towards the car. Your lips curled up into a smile once you were out of his line of sight. If you played your cards right, you might get what you wanted.

…

Wonwoo ran his right hand over his face as he looked at the phone in his left hand. He’d thought that sending you home would be enough to make you behave, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He scrolled through the pictures and texts that he had had to silence and his blood boiled.

“She’s in for it, isn’t she?” Minghao chuckled, throwing his partner a wry look.

“What do you think?” Wonwoo almost snapped.

“Don’t get mad at me, I’m not the one being a brat,” Hao threw his hands up in defense.

“No, but you encourage her,” Woo accused. Generally he enjoyed the dynamic nature of your relationship, but it really would’ve been easier tonight if you had just been good.

“Shall we take bets on whether she managed to wait?” Hao chuckled.

“I sincerely doubt it,” Wonwoo rolled his eyes with a snicker, “She was so needy. I bet she’s a mess already.”

“I guess I’ll have to have a little faith then,” Minghao laughed, leaning forward to shake Wonwoo’s hand.

You huffed as you scrolled through your phone, disappointed but not surprised that neither Minghao nor Wonwoo had responded to your many lewd texts. You had graced them with a play by play of your various states of undress as you’d slipped out of your gown and you’d expected at least one text back, but they both seemed to be playing hardball tonight.

Your ears pricked to attention as you heard them return. First, the scraping of the key in the door was followed by a series of footsteps, but you were surprised when you heard them stop. You couldn’t see it, but Wonwoo and Minghao were discussing the approach they planned to take, which had the added bonus of making you wait. Eventually, their footfalls resumed and they entered your room, the stern expressions on their faces sending a chill down your spine.

“Hi,” you greeted them. Your voice sounded small, even to yourself.

“I guess I was wrong, Hao,” Wonwoo sneered, barely even looking at you, “She was able to control herself.”

“I guess so,” Minghao chuckled, hands in his pockets. “I’ll owe you.”

“Did you take bets on me?” your brow wrinkled as you pieced things together. You were both offended and excited.

“And if we did?” Wonwoo looked down his nose at you, one eyebrow raised. When you couldn’t formulate a response his lips curled up into a smirk.

“That’s what I thought.”

Even though you grew weak when Wonwoo treated you this way, you couldn't help the reflexive way your temper flared. Glaring at him, you crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly.

“Great, you’re home. Now good night,” you scrunched your nose at him, laying back down and pulling the covers over yourself. Minghao was amused at this behavior and he complied easily when Wonwoo gestured for him to go to you.

“Good night?” Hao cooed, sitting next to you on the bed, running his fingertips across your exposed shoulder. “After all that teasing, you’re just going to go to bed?”

“You guys are boring anyways,” you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, but you shifted slightly so that you were facing him more.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Hao smiled down at you, trailing his fingers up your neck to cup your chin and rub the pad of his thumb against your lower lip. You hummed, preening under his praise.

“You looked so good tonight, it was hard to keep my hands off you,” he continued to shower you with compliments as Wonwoo wandered towards the dresser and pulled the top drawer open.

“Pfft,” you rolled your eyes at Hao.

Wonwoo’s expression ticked at this behavior. You’d been riding the line with your poor behavior all night and this pushed him over the edge.

“Out of bed, now,” his deep voice rang out tersely. You looked at him with surprise and his expression sent a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed loudly, pulse quickening as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. The edge that you could hear in Wonwoo’s voice made you wonder if you had pushed too hard.

“Come here,” he instructed, back still facing you as he perused the contents of the drawer. You glanced at Minghao nervously before stepping towards Wonwoo, looking at his broad back until he turned to face you. His tongue swiped across his teeth as he took in your pajama set with distaste.

“Get out of this,” were the last words he spoke before he tossed a bundle of shibari rope at Minghao and pulled an app-controlled vibrator out of the drawer.

Minghao started undoing the rope from its storage tie and looked towards Wonwoo for guidance on how he wanted you tonight. After ensuring that the toy was connected to his phone, Wonwoo brought himself toe to toe with you, pulling your chin up harshly to meet his gaze.

“Color?” he asked. His tone was cold, but you could see a hint of softness in his eyes if you squinted.

“Green.”

“Limits?”

“Same as usual,” you blinked up at him.

Wonwoo nodded before shifting slightly to position your arms behind you so that Minghao could tie you up. He folded your forearms together so that each hand held the opposite elbow and you enjoyed the slight stretch that you felt through your shoulders. Your skin broke out in goosebumps as Hao started binding you. His fingertips trailed across your skin teasingly as he snaked rope around you, snapping it against your skin tautly every so often for impact. Your arms were effectively immobilized and the rope created a harness around your chest. Hao slipped two fingers into each of your hands and you gripped them tightly, completing his check to ensure he hadn’t cut off your circulation.

“Knees,” Wonwoo demanded as he rolled his shirtsleeves up to his elbows. He smirked as you dropped for him, struggling for a moment to keep your balance as you didn’t have your arms to help right you. His eyes burned into you as he pulled at his tie, loosening it before he approached. Your nipples puckered being in this vulnerable position as adrenaline rushed through you.

“You look so good like this,” Hao cupped your cheek in his hand as he stood behind you. “On your knees for us.”

“Hn,” you giggled, looking up at him sweetly as his thumb grazed your lips. You opened your mouth, sucking his thumb into your wet hole.

“Look at you. You’ll put your mouth on anything, won’t you?” Wonwoo sneered, eyes trained on the shape your lips made around Minghao’s digit. He allowed it to go on for a few more moments before he snaked a hand into your hair, pulling you back. You gasped in surprise and Wonwoo seized the opportunity to pop the remote controlled vibe into your mouth.

“Hold this for me,” he chuckled sarcastically. You narrowed your eyes at him, but whatever retort you could have come up with was effectively muzzled.

Hao patted you on the head before undoing his tie and rolling up his sleeves. He sank to his knees behind you, checking your grip before using his hands to torture you. Wonwoo watched as Hao’s fingertips traced along his bindings, brushed along the undersides of your breasts, and gripped tightly, as if trying to bruise you. Then with his left hand, you traced along your inner thighs until he met the slick dripping out of you.

“Absolutely fucking soaked,” he snickered as he nipped at your collarbone sharply. “Pathetic.”

You let out a desperate, muffled sound, forgetting that Wonwoo’s toy was still in your mouth.

“Shall I?” Minghao’s eyes flitted up to the older man’s.

“Yes, can’t have her leaking all over the place, after all,” Wonwoo nodded after blinking slowly.

Hao chuckled as he plucked the toy from your mouth, reaching between your legs, and sliding it into you, nice and snug. Your arousal provided more than sufficient lubrication and you felt yourself being filled until the base sat securely against your clit. Your hips jerked slightly at this new sensation, arching back against his broad chest.

You clenched around the toy and watched Wonwoo play with his phone lazily. He didn’t even bother to look at you as you turned it on, setting it abuzz at a medium setting.

“Oh!” you whimpered pathetically, jumping slightly. Minghao’s grip on your rope harness, however, held you firmly in place as you soaked the toy lodged deep inside of you. You squirmed and twisted as Wonwoo increased the speed.

“Wonwoo!” you pleaded with him fruitlessly.

“Hao,” Wonwoo’s eyebrows jerked up slightly and Minghao nodded, reaching forward to press his palm against the base of the toy. You jerked again, desperate for relief, but Hao’s grip on your harness was ironclad.

“Hao!” you cried, tears welling in your eyes as his right hand pressed against you, grinding the buzzing toy cruelly against your sopping wet, swollen clit. You let out a mangled scream as your first orgasm ripped through you, your head falling back against Hao’s shoulder, chest heaving beautifully for Wonwoo to witness.

“One more,” Hao whispered in your ear as he kept the toy pressed against you, working you through another orgasm until you were gasping wildly for breath.

“I fucking hate you two,” you cursed between inhale and exhale, body heavy as you tried to gather yourself.

“You keep running your mouth like that and I’ll leave you tied up on the floor with the toy on all night,” Wonwoo’s eyes flashed dangerously at you. Your lips pressed into a straight line before you could say anything else.

“That’s better,” Wonwoo scoffed, squatting down in front of you, jerking you up by Hao’s ties to meet him. “Open.”

Your breath hitched as you opened your mouth, already anticipating his next move. Wonwoo’s expression was a mixture of appreciation and disdain when he sent a glob of saliva flying into your mouth. You let out the tiniest of whimpers when it landed at the back of your tongue. You hated and loved how well he knew you.

“You might as well put your mouth to use,” Wonwoo stood, gesturing towards Minghao as he walked away.

You turned to Minghao with a playful grin, licking your lips with anticipation. Minghao’s lips curled up into a smile, but he surprised you when he moved away from you, instead electing to sit in a chair across the room. He leaned back, legs spread as he palmed himself through the front of his pants. When you didn’t move, he looked up, eyes hooded, and summoned you towards him with two fingers.

You threw him a look. He really expected you to get to him on your knees like this?

“Come,” he coaxed, voice deceptively like honey as he palmed himself through his slacks.

You struggled a little, but eventually managed to balance on your knees and shuffle towards him. For a moment you contemplated rather you’d prefer being unbound, as crawling would be less difficult, though maybe more humiliating. By the time you had managed to wedge yourself between his legs, your arousal had dripped practically down to your knees.

“That’s our good girl,” Wonwoo settled in behind you, placing his fingers into your hands for another safety check. “Now show him what that filthy mouth is good for,” he grinned. “Don’t forget to use your physical cues on me if you need.”

You nodded, smiling gratefully before leaning forward to drag your lips across Minghao’s erection. You nibbled along the underside of it until you reached the tip and pulled him into your mouth. You hummed contentedly when you heard him hiss with pleasure. Minghao always made such nice sounds. Being restrained posed a bit of an extra challenge, but you managed to find a position where you were comfortable enough to bob your head up and down his length, breath catching every so often when his tip hit the back of your throat.

“So sloppy,” Minghao exhaled, puncturing the quiet as his abs contracted and twitched.

Wonwoo gripped your hips, grinding himself against your ass as he watched with admiration. You were going to leave a stain on his slacks, but that only served to egg him on more. Something in Wonwoo snapped as he watched you moan around Minghao’s cock and his thrusts grew sharper and more desperate. Digging his fingertips into your hips, he pulled you back, jerking Minghao out of your mouth. You cried out loudly as Wonwoo ground himself against the toy still firmly lodged inside of you.

“Wonwoo,” you wailed.“Please!”

“Oh?” he cooed, deceptively sweet, in your ear. “Gonna cum again? Cum for me?”

“Yes, Woo,” you nodded desperately.

“Go ahead,” he ordered, hand now fisted around one of the shibari ropes around your back. His hips pumped against you mercilessly and you came with a fluttery wail, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.

“Do you want your arms back?” Wonwoo murmured against the top of your head as he supported you.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Hao,” Wonwoo jerked his head towards you and Minghao quickly set upon untying you. You smiled at him gratefully as he supported your upper body, rubbing your shoulders gently where he knew you’d be stiff.

“I do enjoy seeing you marked up like this,” Wonwoo raised an eyebrow as he counted the indents that the rope had left on your skin as he pulled you to your feet.

You turned to reach for him, eager at his praise. You were completely surprised when he caught you by the side of the face and held you away at arm’s length.

“Wha-?” you mumbled against his palm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Wonwoo asked, tone cold.

“Oh, I just-,” you stuttered, “I thought-...” you trailed off. Now that you tried to put it into words, you didn’t know what you’d been thinking.

“Now we all know that thinking isn’t your strong suit, kitten. Do you really think that after all your bad behavior today, you’re going to get a sweet little kiss?” he sneered at you.

“Not when you put it like that,” you pouted.

“So desperate for attention that you were even willing to let Dylan Wang put his hands on you,” Minghao appeared behind you, hand sliding over your hip possessively. “Did you forget who you belong to?”

“No, I-,” your craned your head, eyes searching him out.

“Laughing like a simpering little twit at his bad jokes, hanging off his arm,” Wonwoo seethed, pulling your attention back to him. They were giving you whiplash.

“I-,” you struggled to think. Your knees threatened to buckle, but Wonwoo and Minghao had closed in on you and their torsos sandwiched you firmly upright.

“Tell us who you belong to, doll,” Hao’s lips nipped at your ear. The warm, wet whisper of breath made you dizzy and even though you knew the answer, you truly floundered as you tried to say it.

“Jeon Wonwoo! Xu Minghao!”

Both men cracked into a smile.

“Very good. Now shall we get some sleep? It’s been a long day,” Wonwoo teased.

“No!” you were surprised at the urgency with which your objection came out.

“Oh? So what is it that you want?” Wonwoo’s eyes raked over you.

“You know what I want,” you glared at him.

“I do. But I want you to use your words,” he patted your cheek condescendingly.

“I need you two to fuck me,” you answered, well past shameless at this point. You needed them and you’d do almost anything to get it.

“You won’t even be satisfied by one cock?” Hao laughed.

“Please, I’ve been go-,” you started to make your case, but you realized you didn’t have one. “Well, I’ve been waiting all night. Please.”

Wonwoo and Minghao both let out hearty laughs at your self-correction. Even if you weren’t always good, you’d always been honest, even to a fault.

“You have been waiting all night,” Wonwoo’s expression softened. “I suppose you can have what you want.”

“Really?” your eyes lit up.

They practically carried you to the bed, tossing you carelessly onto it. You watched, eyes glistening, as they undressed. Your thighs pressed together and you were surprised. With all of their teasing and torture, you’d completely forgotten that the toy was still inside of you. Wonwoo noticed at the same time that you did and he reached forward, plucking it from between your legs. He surprised you when he licked it, noting how you’d soaked it completely.

“Tasty,” he grinned, eyeing you hungrily as he set it aside.

You balked, ducking your head and flushing with disbelief. Hao chuckled at how you got shy before he slid his hands up your thighs and pushed your legs apart. His cock landed against your wet folds a few times as he teased you.

“Wow, completely drenched,” he groaned appreciatively as he watched your arousal coat his shaft. You squirmed, pushing your hips up towards him desperately. You needed more.

“Hao,” you mewled, grasping at his forearms. “No more teasing, please!”

Minghao chuckled. He might’ve been nicer than Wonwoo, but he still wasn’t that nice. He shifted to slide the tip of himself inside of you, but no further. Your brows knitted up with anticipation and then confusion when you realized what was happening. You tried pressing your hips up to take more of him, but he pulled back, managing to keep himself just barely inside of you.

“Minghao,” you huffed, clearly frustrated, but you kept trying, shifting your hips fruitlessly. It was as if you both held the ends of a rope and Minghao was doing his best to keep it just barely slack.

Wonwoo looked on with interest. He was surprised to see Hao in this kind of mood, but it would be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy it. Smiling, he moved to the other side of the bed, towards your head. He leaned over you, cupping your cheek softly.

“Wonwoo,” you clutched at him naturally, “Woo, please,” you begged.

“Sorry kitten,” Wonwoo cooed condescendingly at you, his lips whispering above yours as he watched you writhe. Sweat beaded up on your nose as you tried, again and again, to work yourself down Minghao’s cock.

“Hao, please,” your eyes watered as you looked at him, fraught with arousal.

The corner of Minghao’s lip turned up just a fraction before he bucked his hips towards you, thrusting deeply. The gasp you let out tickled his ego and he continued, stroking into you deeply. From Wonwoo’s vantage point, it would almost seem brutal, but both he and Minghao knew it was what you wanted and needed.

Wonwoo’s eyes narrowed as a wicked idea formed in his head. He leaned over you slightly and placed his palm against your lower abdomen, pressing down lightly.

“Wonwoo!” You and Minghao both let out jagged gasps at this additional pressure. Hao threaded his fingers through yours and after two more thrusts, orgasms ripped through you both.

“Bastard,” Hao cursed after he had caught his breath.

Wonwoo laughed. He’d certainly been called worse. As Minghao rolled off of you, he cupped your cheek again. Your eyes flicked up to him and he was surprised to see they were still full of want.

“More?” he asked.

“Want you, Woo,” you murmured affectionately, nuzzling your cheek against his hand.

“Insatiable,” he laughed, but it was something he adored about you. He and Minghao traded places and Wonwoo slotted himself between your legs. Minghao’s cum was starting to leak so he quickly gathered it up and pushed it back into you.

Minghao’s hands cupped your chin as Wonwoo slid into you. He watched your pupils dilate as your mouth fell open, letting out the most gorgeous whimpers and sobs. He allowed himself to be mesmerized by you for a few moments before he returned to the task at hand - to make you cum and cum and cum until you were completely spent.

Hao and Wonwoo got along great, but when it came to your dynamics as three, they were nothing if not competitive. Minghao’s hands brushed along your skin, bringing up goosebumps. When they rolled over your nipples, you clenched, which wrinkled Wonwoo’s brow just a hair. Minghao looked down to hide his smirk. That was easy.

“You’re so responsive. You must be sensitive, doll,” Hao cooed in your ear as he reached down to rub your clit with his fingertips. You jerked slightly at his touch, walls squeezing around Wonwoo again as Hao worked counterclockwise.

Your mouth fell open, letting out a series of short pants as Hao worked you quickly to another orgasm. Wonwoo’s brows pinched together as your pussy spasmed around him torturously. He managed to keep his resolve, but Minghao did not ease up, fingers rubbing again, this time slower and firmer.

“Hao,” you moaned as you sank into the mattress. They were really intent on wrecking you tonight, huh?

“Pretty little toy,” Minghao cooed in your ear, “You’ll take it, won’t you? Whatever we give.”

“Ahh!” you cried. His words were enough to push you over the edge again. You convulsed around Wonwoo as you came and Minghao was truly surprised to see him continue to buck into you, adding to your overstimulation.

You had barely managed a few lungfuls of air before it started again. Wonwoo’s hand came down to rest around your throat as he met your eyes. His gaze was intense and you could feel yet another orgasm building in you already. You bit down on your bottom lip. You didn’t need to use your safe word yet, but you were starting to wonder how much more you could take. You were brought out of your thoughts, however, when Minghao landed a loud, wet slap against your clit. The knob of heat in your belly exploded through you violently. Wonwoo grunted loudly as you triggered his orgasm and he unloaded deep inside of you as you came.

You didn’t pass out, but it felt like you were regaining consciousness as you caught your breath. You were sore, tired, and so utterly satisfied. You grinned up at Hao and Wonwoo happily, eyes creasing into semi-circles.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Wonwoo spoke first, shifting off you. “It’s been a long day.”

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” you asked as you settled into the pillows.

“What, still haven’t had enough?” Minghao teased, grabbing your chin gently.

“No plans yet,” Wonwoo answered. The toy he’d set on the nightstand earlier caught his eye. He picked it up and his eyes flashed at you playfully. “Maybe we’ll go out and make better use of this.”

You swallowed audibly.

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takes1 · 3 years ago

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tamaki pining over you while you talk about mirio p.2

the title isn't actually indicative of what happens in this one-- but i wanna keep it the same for continuity. i think the next part will be the last and a little nsfw so stay tuned for some horny cuddlin' babes 🤍

also tysm for 200 followers yall !!!!

warnings. just the yummy one hotel bed trope + some shirtless tamaki and mirio action

details. gn!reader / poly / suggestive fluff / 1k words

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"Oh-- hey, (Y/n)." Mirio grinned, leaning down on the doorframe to make you chuckle.

Hands a little tighter around your chosen blanket, you returned a half-enthused smile, trying to keep your eyes on his face instead of his exposed chest, and went over your rehearsed words one last time.

"My roommates are all piss-drunk and brought a bunch of people into our room. I was wondering if I could like, sleep on your couch or something."

During the first half of the week-long class beach trip, all your roommates could talk about was the contraband drinks in their bag and the plans they had to get shitfaced and party one night. This made you confident that it would be a one-time thing, which soothed the pain of having to ask to sleep with the pair. If it didn't go well, you wouldn't have to knock on their door again.

Your jaw twitched, watching his brows raise at your proposal. He looked like he was considering it too long.

His words were slow, "Okaay," He glanced back into the hotel room for a moment, then back to you with a new smile, "But I'm not letting you sleep on the couch."

That was fine. You could sleep on the floor for a night.

The door made way for you, much to your tired relief, and he lagged behind to make sure it closed properly. You tried to get a good look around the relatively neat room but didn't get very far along.

One big, strong arm spun you around and lifted you up, onto his tall shoulder, with entirely too much ease. It took an insane amount of self-control to keep from screaming because suddenly you didn't trust his strength to keep you from falling on your head as he jogged across the room, laughing his ass off.

"Mirio!" You said just below a shout, muffled by nervous laughter, "Mirio, I- Ah!" He slapped his second hand on the top of your thigh, giving your body a complete flinch, "Putmedown, putmedown, putmedown!!"

He flipped you onto your back with a small bounce of the queen-sized mattress, a million-dollar smile pointed down at you. His hair was darker, curlier when it was wet, and his skin was cool to the touch. The strong smell of his body wash hung between you.

Face already naturally flushed from the upside-down position, it couldn't get much warmer than this. Your knees tucked under him and you pushed up onto his chest, chin pointed to the side with a tension-relieving chuckle.

"You're so weird," You muttered, giving a playful shove so he'd roll off of you.

Mirio was impossible to read. With anyone else, it'd be clear what their intentions were, but he was far too friendly, far too touchy on a casual level, to safely peg him as interested in you. Still, his actions, words, gave you straight-up heart palpitations.

Weighty arms stretched under his pillow as he settled onto his back and offered a full view of his beautifully crafted torso, "You're the one knocking on our door at," He craned his neck to look at the clock, squinting, "11:45."

The 'our' made you remember: "Where's Tamaki?"

Mirio jerked his thumb back in the direction of the bathroom, "In the shower."

"Where's he gonna sleep?" At his confused face, you felt the need to tack on, "Since you, y'know, want me up here so much."

With a dramatic eye roll, he made a big, exaggerated motion to slap the palm of his hand across you, onto the opposite side of the mattress. You tried not to firm up too much when he kept his heavy arm draped over you.

This idea of being squished between them all night was a new, interesting one, that's for sure. There were worse places to sleep.

"There's more than enough room for his skinny butt right there," He reassured you.

The opening of a door punctuated his sentence and was a precursor to a speaking voice you almost didn't recognize as Tamaki, "Did you have to screw with the hot water?"

Your head poked up past Mirio's shoulders, which shielded you from Tamaki's view when he exited the bathroom. He was rooting through his suitcase for clothes, with a towel loosely wrapped around his hips. He was not paying attention.

"-Because I had to keep turning it up and down to get it the right temperature, like the whole time," He sighed, sniffed a pair of sweatpants, and shrugged, "Annoying as hell."

Mirio turned over, arm hugging you to his chest. "Yeeeah, this hotel's not exactly five-star."

Tamaki was not skinny. His baggy school uniform, loose civilian clothes, and even looser Hero costume gave you that impression, but seeing him now, his physique caught you by surprise. He had a skinny face and hung out with bigger guys, but that's where his 'smallness' ended.

Sweatpants tucked between his teeth, he raised his arms to apply a bit of deodorant and you still, did not look away at such a mundane motion. What happened to his shy little personality? Who was this person in Tamaki's -apparently super ripped- body?

He turned to the bed, "So what did you-- H-Oooh my god-!"

Almost immediately, he dropped his deodorant, hands glued to his towel, and sprinted back to the safety of the bathroom. The door slammed after him.

Mirio was guffawing beneath you, causing you to bounce until you opted to back up and sit on your heels, hands in your lap.

"He-Haha, how did he not see you?!"

"I was waiting for him to look over," You smiled.

He quieted with a string of humming giggles, "Noo, you were too busy staring."

"What?" You gave a confused grin, having said the same thing, but with different inflections.

Once again, he stretched his arms to comfortably rest behind his pillow with a sigh. He was distractingly large.

His smirk and quiet tone took you by surprise, "I saw you totally checking him out. You got a little crush?"

Confused by his truthful observation, but more so in the fact that he noticed and brought it up, especially to accuse you of hidden feelings, you gave a light punch to his arm and let him feign a genuine injury from it.

He rolled over, crying out that you beat him up in false pain, with a big, goofy smile not-so-well hidden from your view.

"Shut up, I don't," You sighed, shaking your head at the opening bathroom door, but unable to shake the image of Tamaki from your mind, "I... I don't."

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So like shoto and bakugou they have a really really bad day at work job which just made then so streesed up and angry and you being a good girlfriend let them take it out on you but what you didn't know that I would be too much for you. Yes you guys did fuck hardcore many times but this time it was just too much like how would they feel about it and how soft they would be tysm and I love your writingd so much keep it up 💕

Hope you like it!! Sorry it took a bit, I had gotten sick with Strep throat and could barely make a complete thought to write anything coherent.

When Helping becomes Too Much... - TodoBaku x Reader

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TodoBaku x Reader (meaning Poly Relationship. Don’t like? Don’t Read. 😋)

2173 words

Warnings: Spicy/smut content

I didn't incorporate a quirk for the reader. Make that what you will.

+ Shoto and Katsuki come home completely stressed out after a failing mission. Being the good girlfriend you are, you offer to help the relax. Little did the three of you know, in the heat of the moment Woit would all become too much.

I sat on the couch, lazing about until my boys got home. A book was in my hand but I wasn’t really retaining any of it so I threw it aside. I rolled off the couch and walked out onto the balcony. I took in a big breath, smelling the nearby woods and a hint of rain in the air. I was all for it when the boys suggested getting house out of the city center, closer to the edge of the city.

“So peaceful.” I whispered into the breeze. I brushed hair out of my face as the breeze picked up. There was only the tiniest bit of salt in the air that blew in from the coast. Every little scent was relaxing to the bone. A door slamming behind me broke me from my trance.

“Mother fucker!” I heard Kat’s irritated voice boom through the house. I walked back in and towards the entrance way. I saw Kat ripping of his shoes and jacket before haphazardly tossing them aside. Shoto wasn’t much better but he actually hung his stuff up.

“Welcome home.” I said while waiting just beyond the foyer. They both looked up at me. I could see they were both irritated, worn, and over all stressed. “Not a good day?”

“Not in the slightest.” Shoto answered as Kat only growled. He moved into the house, kissing me on the cheek, and went for the kitchen. A pair of arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me in close. Shoto nuzzled into my hair, breathing in heavily.

“What happened?” I asked. He sighed out.

“We went to infiltrate that drug ring and they had been tipped off we were coming.” He explained. Kat came out of the kitchen, chugging a water bottle.

“There’s a mole somewhere in the case. Now we have to worry about that on top of finding the druggie bastards again. Everything was gone by the time we got there.” He seethed.

“Is this that ring that’s been producing that blackout drug?”

“The one where whoever takes it blackout for over 12 hours and some people have been getting themselves killed? Yeah the very same.” Kat threw up his bottle in a cheers motion before downing the rest of it angrily.

“Damn, I’m sorry, loves. I know how hard you two and Eijiro have been working on this case. You’ll get them, I know it.” I said, reaching back and running a hand through Shoto’s hair. I felt him nuzzle into my more and relax a bit. I bit my lip, looking between my boys. “Is there anything I can do to help you two relax?”

Silence filled the room as they seemed to think about it. Shoto lifted his head to share a look with Kat. A smirk came across Kat’s face as he turned to go back into the kitchen. Shoto’s hands moved across my stomach slowly before gripping my hips tight. He brought his head in close to mine.

“I think there is something you can easily do.” He whispered huskily into my ear. Shivers went up my spine. Kat walked back out and straight towards us. He grabbed my chin firmly and lifted my head to look him straight in the eyes.

“You can be our good little girl. Right?” I gulped but nodded. He chuckled before moving his hand from my chin to my neck squeezing gently. Shoto’s hand did squeezed tigther before one traveled up my shirt and the other traveled down.

“Our very good girl.” He whispered before nipping at my ear. I whimpered but was silenced as Kat lips landed hot and heavy on mine. I kissed back feverously. My hands found purchase in his shirt as Shoto’s lips attached themselves to my neck.

“Hope you’re ready for a rough, long night baby.” Kat pulled away. “Cause we’ve only just started. Color?” He pulled away completely and so did Shoto.

“Green.” I whined until a smack on the ass made me jump.

“Bedroom. Now.” Shoto commanded. I nodded and the three of us swiftly moved.

~SPICY Part ahead~

I don’t even know how long it was later but the three of us all cum at least twice, me probably more. Currently, Shoto was pounding into me from behind while Kat was suckling on my breasts and playing with my clit. It had been nonstop since the moment we set foot into the bedroom.

“Holy shit, Sho!” I yelped as he thrust in particularly hard. One of my hands was latched onto his that held onto my hip, some of our fingers intertwined while my other hand as in Kat’s hair.

“That’s it baby, scream for us.” He mumbled against my nipple. I looked down and locked gazes with his almost glowing ruby orbs. Just we did, he bit down on the nipple.

“a-AA-h!” My voice pitched. Another orgasm was rapidly building as Shoto kept hitting the same, magical spot in me while being mixed with Kat relentless ministration on my clit. “I’m close. Please!”

“Let go sweetheart. God please do!” Shoto growled into my ear. I screamed as they both went harder. It crashed over me like a wave. My grip on both of them tightened and my back arched as the world around me disappeared for a moment.

“Fuck, it’s hot every time.” I heard Kat vaguely mutter. In the moment I came down, a heat over took my body. An uncomfortable heat. My body became overly sensitive and everyt little thing was too much. Their lips on my skin, Shoto’s slow movements, Kat fingertips on my tummy.

“Stop…” I breathed out, inaudible. They didn’t hear me. “S-stop.” I said louder. I heard a coo in my ear.

“Aw, is it too much for our baby?” Shoto teased. “I think you can last a while longer, yeah?” He licked the shell of my ear. I recoiled a bit.

“No, please. Stop, stop, stop…RED!” I screamed finally. Everything stopped. They stopped kissing, they stopped touching, and moving altogether. I let out a sob.

~SPICY Over, mostly. 1 little bit in next paragraph.~

“Shit.”

“Okay, okay.” They both tried to sooth me. Arms gently wrapped around my middle, trying to hold me upright. “I have to pull out, sweetheart. Okay? I’m sorry.” I nodded after a minute. I felt Kat take my hands and kiss both.

“We’re sorry baby.” He whispered. Shoto pulled out at softly as he could. I flinched and fell forward into Kat’s arms when he finally pulled out. My crying hadn’t ceased and I gripped onto Kat as they both maneuvered me to lay down. All at once, they seemed to disappear.

“Wait!” I called, near hyperventilation.

“Sh! We’re right here. We’re not going anywhere. Breathe baby.” Shoto placed a hand on my cheek, leaning over me. I latched onto his arm roughly while trying to catch my breath. “Kat just going to get you something to clean up okay?” I nodded as he laid down next to me. The sensation of a warm cloth spooked me.

“It’s okay, it’s only me.” I felt a kiss on my thigh as Kat wiped me down. They cleaned me up and then themselves in silence. They got dressed before gently helping me get into soft, comfy clothes. They wrapped a fluffy blanket around me. Shoto sat with his back against the headboard and me against his chest. Kat sat in front of us. We all got calmed down before they spoke up.

“What happened there, baby? We’re we going to hard, rough?” Shoto gently whispered while placing soft kissed across my shoulder while rubbing my back. My breathing was still jerky but getting better.

“Why didn’t you speak up?” Kat asked while massaging my hands. “You know we don’t want to hurt you or over do anything. And we definitely won’t be mad if you say you don’t want to.”

“It’s wasn’t too hard no…It was just…” I took a shaky breath.

“Just what, sweetheart?” Shoto wrapped his arms around me before he rubbed my stomach while reaching out for Kat’s hand.

“It was just too much all at once. I was fine until that moment. It got too hot, too sensitive. Too, too, too…too much. I don’t know how to explain it.” I said on the verge of crying. I covered my face, trying to stop the tears. “I’m sorry.” I whimpered as I pulled my knees to my chest.

“No, No, no.” A gently hand pulled mine away and replace them with his own. I could see a blurry Kat just inches from my face, now kneeling in front of me. “There is no reason to be sorry.”

“No one bit, darling. We would rather have you comfortable then trying to keep on for our sake. We never want to make you do something that you are not up for.” They both wiped tears away.

“But you guys were…”

“No. Don’t even.” Kat stopped me with a kiss. I kissed back softly. When we pulled away, Shoto turned me to give a sweet kiss of his own. I could still feel Shoto and that he was still hard behind me. I look at Kat and saw him in the same situation.

“You’re still hard.” I whispered, a small bit of guilt creeping in. Both Sho and Kat shook their heads.

“Don’t worry about that. We can take care of ourselves. Right now you just rest, relax, and calm down.” Shoto nuzzled into my neck. Kat grabbed Shoto’s legs and pulled us down so we were laying down. I moved off of top Shoto and laid down beside him.

“Kat!!” I giggled and Shoto chuckled. Kat just smiled smugly. He then laid down and set his head on my stomach. We all laid there for a while, dozing off every now and again. Them constantly making sure I was alright. I finally fell completely asleep, exhausted.

I woke up sometime later with Shoto reading next to me and Kat was nowhere in sight. I looked around the room to see the sun had gone down and I could see the stars. I sat up and stretched.

“How are you feeling?” I looked back at Sho. I pulled my knees up to my chest.

“I feel fine.” I said. “Where’s Kat?” He pointed with his thumb out of the room.

“Someone came to the door.” I made a confused face.

“This late?” I laid back, setting my head on his hip. His hand immediately found its way into my hair. I squirmed when I finally noticed the ache between my legs. I heard him chuckled but he didn’t comment. Firm footsteps came towards the bedroom.

“Dumb-asses.” I heard him grumble as he came in the door. He glances up at my sound and smiled when he saw awake. “Hey there princess. How are you feeling?” He asked shutting the door.

“Fine.”

“A little achy.” Shoto corrected.

“Sho!” I lightly smacked his thigh.

“I said what I said and you know it’s the truth.” He moved his book to look at me expectantly.

“Whatever.” I grumbled. Kat laughed out loud before hopping over the both of us, plopping down. The whole bed bounced causing us to groan. “Katsuki!!” He shrugged before reaching up and snatching the book from Shoto’s hands.

“Hey!” He tried to get it back but Kat held it out of his reach and setting it aside.

“Bedtime.” Kat said. He pulled me back into his chest. Shoto rolled his eyes but relented none the less. He turned the lamp off and slipped down under the blankets. I gripped onto his shirt as he moved in close.

“We’re sorry.” Sho whispered, pressing a soft peck to my lips and nose. I felt Kat nod against my neck in agreement. I could see tears forming in both of their eyes. I smiled at them.

“Hey, these things happen. This is why we have the color system.” I reached back for Kat and brushed my fingers across the top of Sho’s cheek. “I’m okay. Really I am, just needed time to calm down. Plus, I’m wondering, now that we’re all calmed down, if I just got overwhelmed from too much pleasure.” I bit my lip

“I can’t…You little…” Kat stuttered while Shoto blushed, burying his head in my chest. I giggled. “Whatever. If you’re sure…” Kat mumbled. I looked back at him and nodded. “Okay. Is there anything you want before we go to sleep?” I looked around the room and my eyes landed on the door to the balcony.

“Can we open the doors?” I asked sheepishly.

“Of course.” Kat chuckled. He got up while Shoto ran his fingers through my hair.

“You were always calmed by the scent of the air out here.” I smiled and nodded. I nuzzled into his neck. The bed shifted and Kat nearly attached himself to my back. I saw him settle his arm over Shoto and me. I giggled as I was basically squished between the two.

“Goodnight.” I softly uttered, quickly falling asleep with their warmth engulfing me.

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Night, baby.”

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