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moonctzeny · 4 years ago

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This is technically a part 2 of my fic Work for it but it can be enjoyed on its own!

pairing: supervisor !johnny x intern ! female reader x assistant !haechan

genre: smutty goodness (this will send me to hell vip)

word count: almost 14k

summary: “After you fuck the Sales’ department supervisor, Johnny Suh in your office during an overtime, you’re left to deal with the unavoidable lingering emotions that come with getting his dick on the regular. At the same time, his assistant and your best work buddy, Donghyuck, who initially helped you with getting with his boss, realises his growing crush on you that is too big to be ignored at this point. With their masterful skills in seduction, you’ve ended up tangled in a sexual game with the both of them, all the while trying to move up from an intern to a permanent worker in the company”

warnings: threesome w/ two doms, alcohol consumption, mention of food (meat, lettuce, eggs), oral, overstimulation, thigh job, at some point- reader borrows a shirt from haechan and it’s mentioned that it’s ‘too big on the shoulders’, thigh riding, office sex, pussy slapping, choking, fingering, sir kink thrown in there at some point, a little degradation bc this is my fic we’re talking about

a/n: omg it’s finally done! I really love this so I hope you guys like it as well :)

taglist: @rainodanna, @markresonates, @unknown5tar, @yoongsicles

For every other worker in the office, virtually nothing had changed.

They relive the same mundane routine, Monday after Monday, the same excruciating 8 hours and short cigarette breaks. The same trees, stuck in their ceramic imprisonment would greet them in the company’s entrance. Rigid and dusty and reeking of cheap plastic. It’s not like they’d come alive, open their little mouths on their thylakoid membranes and tell everyone you fucked mr. Suh, the Sales Department’s supervisor, in your office during your overtime. No, that’s not possible, you reminded yourself when you pass by them every morning, giving them a side eye for good measure, as if that would scare them off their zombie state.

And you were the same too, completing your tasks and meeting your deadlines. Blending in with the rest of the company’s human resource, with the exception of the occasional double take of some tactless male worker here and there.

Donghyuck, however, said supervisor’s assistant and your best friend, wasn’t your typical office worker. He noticed the extra layer of cherry lip gloss coating your lips. He noticed your new perfume, sweeter than the one you used to wear. He noticed the knowing smiles between you and his boss, the heat of your body when you were around him. And it wasn’t just because he was sharp overall.

He was the one who practically got you together, planted the seed in Johnny’s head about the cute new intern of the Financial Department. He was the one who convinced him to finally make a move on you, tired of seeing you trying over and over again to seduce the supervisor to your bed.

And when that seed finally sprouted, in the form of Johnny spitting in your mouth and taking you on your office chair like you were his last fuck on earth (according to the hair-raising description you gave Donghyuck the morning after), he should’ve been happy, right?

It didn’t really affect his life in the slightest.

You were just y/n. His friend, his work buddy. The person whom he was close enough to let you know you had a piece of lettuce stuck on your teeth from that sandwich you had on your break. The person who texted him funny gifs of pandas falling asleep during the most boring of meetings. With your nerdy glasses and that ugly brown suit you loved wearing so much. The person he dreamt of fucking every time he fell asleep.

When you told Donghyuck you had a crush on his boss he wasn’t shocked, but the stinging buzz in his guts surprised him. He would see you waltz right past his office all perked up and pretty, to see the person you really came for, nervous as you hung from every word that left Johnny’s mouth. He’d put up with the sound of you giggling over every stupid joke that left the older man’s mouth patiently, just to wait until he’d smell your sweet perfume as you’d walk past him again. To tease you over something that would make you mad enough to notice him, glare at him, maybe even hit him.

And Donghyuck wanted to hate Johnny, he really did. His stupid boss who asked for his coffee specifically made, who was rude and cranky on Monday mornings and got the credit for all his hard work, yet Johnny was nothing of the sort. He was helpful, and kind and let him off early. He was funny and good looking and taller than him and had a six pack, damn it. If Donghyuck was being honest, he didn’t just like his boss, he admired him. It was pathetic, he thought. Most days he’d live vicariously through him.

Sometimes he would lay on his bed at night, picturing himself to be the second lead of a romance drama that would sweep you off your feet. Everyone gets second lead fever, right? In his rem cycles, he’s handsome and hilarious and much more interesting than the main actor. He would imagine himself stretching out his rays, like the full, rising sun that he was, until they overcame the big mountain that was Johnny and reached your skin. So hot against it that you’d have to undress, remove the clothes sticking on your sweaty skin to embrace him.

He thought about your body a hundred times too many for it to be considered healthy. The curve of your ass in your pencil skirts, the little hairs on the nape of your neck that stuck out from your tight ponytails. The runs on your tights that he wished were caused by the sharpness of his fingernails. He listened to your voice carefully, all 90 Hz of it, and played it inside his head as if it was an instrument. Putting together chords and harmonies, composing a music piece of all the ways his name would sound like coming out of your lips.

Donghyuck, Donghyuck, Donghyuck

“Earth to Donghyuck? Are you listening to me?”

It was unlike him to be out of it, especially when he was around you. He blames it on skipping coffee this morning or the shade of red of your blouse that fits you so well. Either way, he had to respond, and keep the pink from flooding his cheeks further. There’s no way you could’ve known what was going on inside his head.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. So, let me get this straight. Weren’t you the one who didn’t want a relationship?”

You were upset, he could tell. After the night of the overtime, you and Johnny had indulged in a few more nights of each other’s presence, but had kept it at that. Sex. Delicious, mind blowing, porno worthy sex, but nothing more than that. And you were starting to itch for a little bit more.

Donghyuck was right, of course. You were the one who told Johnny that this wasn’t the right time in your life for any sort of commitment, especially with someone in the workplace. This was your internship, and you were determined to get a permanent position soon, that should be your first priority. Get the bag and go. There were men everywhere. But why was your heart aching for that particular one with the long hair and the caramel eyes and the flower tattoos?

“I just don’t want people at work to gossip about us, you know how they get. But seeing him so nonchalant about it gets on my nerves.”

Leaving his apartment at 2 am when he was sprawled out on his bed, in just pyjama pants and the light layer of sweat from the athletic sex you just had, hurt enough. It was a sight so beautifully hidden under his work attire that it soon became addictive, the withdrawal symptoms too intense for you to have your dose only once a week.

Donghyuck scowled when you first let out a frustrated sigh, your eyes pitifully following his boss’s silhouette around. He knew you’d never really complain about it, you were set on that promotion and you deserved it too, but it was hard not to get angry. Everything he ever wanted stood willing and ready for taking in front of Johnny’s lap, how could he not claim you?

He hated seeing you sad.

“Let’s go for a drink. I think you need it.”

Even he surprised himself with the sudden proposition, blinking back at you to gauge your reaction. You were best work buddies, sure, but you never hung out after office hours alone. It would make sense for you to refuse, Donghyuck told himself, trying to soften the blow of a potential rejection. You’re probably tired from working, or maybe you’d feel awkward to be alone with him for so long. Maybe you hated to drink, or maybe you hated him. Oh God, what if you hated him? What if you only spent time with him out of social obligat-

“Sure, sounds good. Pick me up after you’re done? Since you’re on the top floor.”

Donghyuck nodded back at you, too eagerly for his liking, the gears in his brain already trying to figure out where he should take you. You excused yourself back to your office, the small pat you gave his shoulder making him grin like an idiot.

This is not a date, he reminded himself.

He had dreamt of this moment for months now. He thought about you every time he walked past that korean bbq place, promising himself that one day he’d muster the courage to finally ask you out. This wasn’t exactly the case today, but it was as close to his imagination as possible. This is not a date.

He repeated that phrase over and over again, let it resonate inside his head. This is not a date because he is a coward and you like someone else. Was he a bad person for taking you out today? Was he taking advantage of your slight disappointment? Was that why you ever said yes in the first place? The self deprecating thoughts lit a fire in his belly and he tried to extinguish it with every shot of clear liquid that disappeared from between his full lips. Like he expected, you weren’t far behind on the drinking either, enjoying the grilled pieces of meat blissfully, moaning in satisfaction with every delicious bite.

You looked pretty before, but now, through the pink coloured glasses of intoxication, you were stunning. There was a halo of bright light surrounding you, making you look so celestial chomping on that piece of lettuce. If it was anyone else, he would pull a face of repugnance at the sight, yet Dongyuck thought that you just looked so cute, so content in that little moment and he wished he could just lean in and leave a kiss over your filled cheeks.

No, that was a dangerous thought. This is not a date, pull it together.

Donghyuck desperately tried to focus his attention somewhere else, anywhere but you would suffice. His eyes finally landed on a bowl of marinated eggs on the table, and it reminded him of the three boiled eggs he makes for breakfast every morning. He was a man of habit, following the same routine until he’d see you and you’d colour between the lines of his life, making it interesting finally. Donghyuck would fill the pot with more water than needed, just enough so that it doesn’t overflow. He liked to be closer to you than he could handle, close enough but never touching you.

Lost in his daydream, he doesn’t realise that he hasn’t talked in minutes. And when you touch his hand lightly with yours to bring him out of it, he almost feels the boiling water burning his skin.

“You’re so quiet”, you say with a chuckle, and Donghyuck makes a mental note to add this harmony to his composition, “you got drunk before I did? Are you really Lee Donghyuck?”

“Well see, I drank all this soju, so I wish I was someone else for the night.”

The statement saddened you, and you withered a little in your seat. Why did Donghyuck drink so much tonight? You came here for you to cheer up, didn’t you? Or were you so caught up in your little personal drama - that you caused yourself - that you missed hearing about his cat dying? You must offer your condolences. Did he even have a cat?

You don’t want to bring up his dead cat in case he did so you just lift your hand next to his head, and weave your fingers through his locks. He has been growing out his hair for months now, and the look might not be the most corporate-professional but it sure fit him. The ash blonde shade that he decided to colour it, brought out the tan of his skin nicely, and the hair itself though bleached was still soft to the touch.

You see him react to the work of your fingers instantly, his expression shocking you. His mouth is hanging open in a loose ‘O’ shape, small wrinkles forming on the space between his eyebrows. You pick out small pieces of hair, one by one, letting gravity do the rest by allowing the individual hairs to return to their previous state.

“What are you thinking about?”, you ask so softly it’s almost a whisper, and Donghyuck can only sigh.

YOU, he wants to scream, you’re in my mind all day long and I think I’m going crazy! He is full on staring at you now and there’s nothing in the world that can take his eyes off of you, off your worried eyes that seem to hold all the stars in the sky, or the soft skin of your neck that he wants to kiss and suck and break so badly. But he doesn’t, and the soju calls him a coward for it, so he settles for the next best thing.

“You are pretty”

It was just three words but they sent your mind in a frenzy. Why did it matter so much to you that Donghyuck found you pleasing to look at? He has complimented you before, even flirted with you a lot of times, yet it was always said half-jokingly, followed by a diss. But this time he was serious, no signs of alcohol clouding his eyes. He was so solemn in fact, that those three words made the heat burn on the skin of your cheeks, rising up your throat and hindering you from responding with a human sound.

He takes one more shot, washing away the embarrassment of his sudden confession and offers to order one more fatty dish to sober up, then take a walk in the city.

The walk was relatively quiet, less awkward than it was 30 minutes ago but Donghyuck was still being uncharacteristically silent.

“I thought you said that alcohol doesn’t make you red”, you say teasingly, trying to spark conversation.

It doesn’t actually. You were the culprit of the wash of burgundy all over his skin, accumulating even more pigmented around his ears and the freckles of his nose. You were walking side by side now, and Donghyuck thought that for the passersby you two must look like lovers. He let his brain entertain that fantasy, his hand itching to hold yours. He’d intertwine your fingers together, give your palm a little rub with his thumb. Then he’d lift the bundle of fingers on his lips, kiss the thin skin of your wrist and make the aunties that are looking at you now coo in adoration.

“Says you. You look so fucked right now.”, he jokes and you’re relieved to see him go back to his teasing self. You don’t know if it’s the chilly night, but you’re overly aware of the heat his body emits, and the smell of his cologne makes your head spin just a bit more. You’ve been sitting so close to him this entire time that you can list off most, if not all, the ingredients in his perfume. Rose, chilly pepper, orange blossom, lavender.

“Donghyuck, I will step on you.”

“Mmm, tempting”

You shove his arm playfully and he reciprocates, but his strength is not as controlled as he thinks. The heels of your boots, slippery against the wet floor that the drizzle caused earlier, make you trip on your steps, and Hyuck is luckily there. With his quick reflexes he catches your elbows first, pulling you up against his chest and you grab his left bicep to support your weight.

You take a deep breath, to register that you did not fall head first on the floor, and that’s when you realise how close Donghyuck is to you. His bangs are tickling your forehead, your deep pants fanning them apart. You admire his glowing skin, the wrinkles of his lips, the two moles lined parallelly with the bridge of his nose. You’re not sure what comes to you, but you raise your free hand and place it over his hot cheek, your thumb connecting those two moles with an invisible line. A raindrop, fresh out of the sky and signifying the start of a new drizzle, falls on his face and follows the trail that a tear would, his voice weak and breaking when he speaks again.

“I’m sorry”

He dips down his head then, connecting your lips and letting the plumpness of his mouth reel you in. You’re over the initial shock almost immediately and kiss him back in vigor, surprised with the heat his kiss has spread to your chest and belly. It was an ember at first, glowing in the very depth of your insides but it was soon starting to spark up uncontrollably, and you were scared of how rapidly it was fueling up. This was your friend you were kissing. So where did all this hunger for him come from?

You pull back when you realise you’re in a road full of people, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him in the eyes. Donghyuck looks disheveled and anxious, and he apologizes again before he urges you to keep walking with him.

“It’s starting to rain. We should get home.”

You walk next to him in complete silence now, stealing quick glances of his reflexion at every surface that made it possible - the windows of the parked cars, the puddles of water on the sidewalk, a passersby’s glasses. The look on his face is unreadable, pensive if anything else, and it’s rare for the expressive Donghyuck you’re used to dealing with. Your homes are towards the same direction, his a little closer than yours, and it doesn’t take too long for you to reach the entrance of his building, your clothes not even half wet from walking without umbrellas.

Donghyuck fumbles to find his keys, his hands shaking from the adrenaline his body released from the kiss earlier, the feeling still too fresh against his lips. He stresses thinking of what to do next. Should he hug you goodnight? Apologize again for kissing you? Unlock the entrance without a word and never speak to you again?

“I’m here”, he states dumbly, as if you’d sit at the porch of a strange house and he avoids your eyes as if you were Medusa, “Goodnight.”

You smile back awkwardly at him, waving with a hand made of clay as you wish him the same. He has turned around to unlock the door, key already at the keyhole and you turn to leave too when his voice stills you in place.

“He’s an idiot.” His back is still facing you, and when he turns to look at you his eyes finally lock with yours, as honest and earnest as ever. “Johnny. If it were me, hell, if you wanted me like that I would grab that opportunity- grab you in an instant, convince you to be mine any way I could.”

You’re stuck looking at him like a fool, trying to comprehend what he’s saying and the complications of it. He puffs out through his nose, chuckling to himself and shaking his head.

“It doesn’t matter. Goodnight y/n.”

Donghyuck is half inside the entrance now and your body suddenly exits its frozen state, blocking the door from closing with your boot. He’s shocked with the sudden movement and he opens up the door further for you. You get inside the little hall without thinking, sitting firmly in front of him, a puzzled look on his face.

“What if I told you he hasn’t even crossed my mind this whole time we were out? What if I told you I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you kissed me? Would it matter then?”

He opens his mouth momentarily, as if to speak but decides to stay silent. He already said everything he needed. It’s up to you now.

And you aren’t ready to leave yet.

You take a step forward to close the distance between you, your chests touching and you pick up the distinct smell of soju in his breath. You’re not sure if it’s that smell or the proximity but you feel drunk all over again, the yellow light of the hall shining disturbingly bright down at you and urging you to do something.

You plant a kiss over his neck, leaving a trace of the remnants of the pink lipstick you applied at the start of the workday. It was tentative, but you could still feel his raging pulse from under your lips. You could feel it get faster too, the rhythm going higher along with his body temperature and you decide on a path. A path of kisses starting from the same spot you’ve turned glittery pink, up his jawline and all the way to his earlobe.

Donghyuck clenches his jawline, you feel that too, and something snaps inside him. He just can’t take it anymore, having you so close to him, your lips on his neck and doing nothing about it. The boiling water finally spilled over the pot, hot and overflowing, and he doesn’t care if he gets burned.

You feel the cool wood against your back before you taste his tongue a second after. He has pushed you up against the entrance door, you realize, but it’s hard to comprehend anything around you when he kisses you like that. It’s the steamy, purposeful continuation of the kiss you shared earlier, and with the lack of prying eyes Donghyuck has a good idea of where he wants it to lead.

He shows you too, pushing his knee between your thighs and he feels your heat almost melt the rough fabric of his jeans. There are so many things he wants to do, so many lines he wants to cross but there is one thing he must ensure.

“Tell me you want this.”

You glide your hands upwards from his pecks to the slope of his neck and wrap them around his neck. Your body seems to act up on its own, and you feel yourself grinding down his leg that is still positioned against the wall. It feels dirty, the desperation of it all, and you connect your chest with his again before answering him.

“Lee Donghyuck. I want you to make me cum”

You grab his hand before he gets to respond, the cool silver of his watch digging against your fingers, and you drag him to the elevator door. As if the universe had sensed your urgency, you find it waiting for you at the bottom floor, and you pull him inside with a tug of his tie.

In no time you find yourself pushed up against the wall again, and you can’t see much beyond Donghyuck’s lips, but you do catch him clumsily pressing the button to his floor with your peripheral vision. Once the elevator is in motion you feel like you can finally submerge yourself in his lips and the way his kisses take your breath away, not sure if the funny feeling in your stomach is from the sudden change in altitude or the arousal. You’re already taking his clothes off, removing the jacket of his suit off his shoulders and working the top buttons of his shirt open.

It’s him that drags you to his apartment this time, urging you out of the elevator as soon as the robotic declaim of his floor number rips through the wet sounds of you kissing. His keys are already easily accessible in his front pocket from your conversation earlier, and when he manages to unlock the entrance with trembling hands you walk inside as if you own the place.

It’s small and cozy, decorated minimally. The first thing you notice is that it smells like Donghyuck, something that should be obvious but it still overwhelms you. It’s maybe a bit stuffy from the hours he was gone yet this is the smell still lingering in your nose from his skin you were sucking just moments ago, trying to distract him from the easy task of opening the door. It’s addictive and you want it stuck on yours.

And Donghyuck does stick on your skin, discarding his tie on the floor with a strong pull and finishing the task of unbuttoning his shirt that you started in the elevator. His movements are impatient and soon he’s half naked, and you barely have time to admire his caramel skin before his hands are all over you. They start safely at the dimples of your waist, then sliding upwards to your ribcage and copping a feel of the underside of your boobs by sneaking his thumbs under the wire of your bra. You want to feel more, encourage his probing fingers so you reach to the clasp on your back, unfastening the garment and removing it through the hem of your blouse.

Donghyuck can’t take his eyes off your chest, nipples hardened from your arousal and poking through the thin fabric. He takes his thumbs, the same thumbs that lit a fire in your belly earlier and flips the bud, toying it around and rubbing circles around it. The response from you is immediate, moans that start off soft and build up to a crescendo bouncing off the walls of his apartment.

It drives you crazy, a little bit, that smirk he has on his face now. It’s so familiar in between his features, you’ve seen it countless of times, especially during his typical teasings of you, yet is carries so much newfound weight now, so much sex appeal. He’s already giving you what you need but the climaxing is too slow for your liking, you want more and you want it now. You want what you asked him for in the lobby of this building.

Donghyuck can either read your mind or read through the increased frequency of your moans because he undresses down to his boxers, forming a trail of clothes from his living room to his bedroom, where he has led you. He doesn’t even bother to open the lights, relying on the moonlight from his window for lighting and pushing you down on his bedsheets.

He climbs up with you, hovering over you and you move back a bit so that your head rests comfortably over his pillows. If the smile he gave you earlier had affected you, then the hungry look on his face right now almost makes you come untouched, his eyes raking up and down your body as if he doesn’t know where to start.

He decides on your calves, kissing them and moving upwards slowly and sensually, not missing the sensitive skin on the side of your knees and paying extra attention to your inner thighs. He’s still at it a minute and a half later, and you can’t tell in the dark but you’re sure they must be decorated by bite marks by now, his close proximity to the source of your pleasure making you squirm in his hold.

It feels like ages since you last felt his fingers when he grips the soft meat of your thighs and spreads them apart. They soon move up to the hem of your skirt, rolling the fabric upwards and over your ass. You feel his breath against your pussy, making it tingle and twitch even more than it already has, and the wait feels like a new level of hell in Dante’s Inferno.

A single finger pets you over your underwear, drawing lines over the damp fabric from your clit down to your entrance and then up again. You whimper and whine at the sensation that is half a step from what you consider satisfactory and he hooks a finger on the black lace, moving it to the side and letting you experience the cool air of the room all over again. The full exposure brings heat to your face and you breathe through the embarrassment that arouses you even more.

“Hey, Donghyuck?”

“Yes?”

“Is your cat still alive?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He licks one long stripe over your entrance, and you feel the goosebumps spreading all over your arms and legs. Nimble fingers spread your folds apart, and you hold your breath as he lets his cool spit drip from his lips and land onto your lower ones, then starts sucking over your clit. His tongue is wet and his breath is hot, the combination driving you insane. You grip the comforter, digging into it with your nails to keep yourself grounded.

“Oh my god, yes, right there”

The praise motivates him to keep trying hard, not that it will take a lot of effort to make you come undone. Donghyuck’s unprecedented touches and the newfound sexual tension they have ignited had already worked you up, his skill in oral accelerating the build up to your climax even more. And just when you thought it couldn’t get better than this he starts a series of kitten licks right over your clit, each one sending a wave of pleasure stronger than the one before.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum”

You’re grinding on his face, trying to find the right pace when you finally come undone, thighs shaking and desperately trying to push his hands away to cover up your sensitivity again. His hold is steady and he continues to lick you keenly, the lewd sound of him slurping your wetness filling the room. Your eyes open wide and you can only stare at his white ceiling during your overstimulation, the cracks and crumbling plaster caused from humidity looking like constellations in your orgasm-drunk mind. The second climax hits you suddenly but forcefully, unable to control the volume of your voice, not that you can hear yourself clearly in your daze. It’s an array of moans and screams and tiny whimpers of Donghyuck’s name, his beautiful symphony coming to life.

His appetite for you is finally satiated, and he decides to take mercy on you and remove his lips from your pulsating heat. You look so beautiful right now, he thinks, skin illuminated by the pale moonlight that is reflected on the wetness dripping from your pussy. He hovers over you again, pulling you into another kiss and you lazily reciprocate. His member is painfully hard, sliding over your slickness. You squirm and yelp everytime the fabric of his underwear grazes against your clit, your nerve endings screaming in sensitivity.

“I don’t have a condom on me”, you whisper against his lips, the taste of yourself on his tongue engaging you in the kiss again.

“I’m too tired to fuck you like you deserve anyways”

It would be criminal from you to leave him untouched like that. He looks so hot over you, messy hair and chin glistening in your juices. You absentmindedly place your nails on his collarbones, then scratch your way down over his navel. Donghyuck hisses at the numb stinging of pain, hips buckling against your pussy in the pursuit of some sort of friction.

You move your hand even lower, slipping your fingers past the waistband of his boxers. You move past the bristles you find and grasp his member, that is not too long but an impressive girth. You manage to free it from his underwear, and you can’t really tell in the dim lighting but you bet it must have turned a purple-ish red colour. It’s leaking.

“But we don’t have a condom”

You take one of his hands in yours, giving it a kiss to calm him down, then place it over your left boob. He toys with the mound of your chest, squeezing the softness. You had other plans for him.

Connecting your knees together, you let the softness of your thighs connect, with only maybe a slither of space between them. Your hands are still on Donghyuck’s cock and you reach to hold his balls, massaging them slightly and pulling him towards you.

He takes your cue and leans forward, sliding himself between your thighs. The moan he lets out is guttural and elongated, laced with the beautiful metallic tone of his voice. He lets go of your breasts and wraps his arms around your knees, putting your calves on each of his shoulders and continues to rut his hips against you.

“Fuck. This feels so good”

You look up to see Donghyuck’s face, contorted in a frown that can only be described as desperate, his lips puffy and red from all the licking and kissing and sucking.

He looks painfully sexy, and you momentarily imagine all the things you would do to him if the serotonin of your double orgasm and the alcohol in your belly weren’t weighing you down. You’d gladly stay up all night for him, tugging on his long hair as you’d let him bend you in any position he wanted. You bet that thickness would feel amazing stretching you out and you moan at the thought, your thighs flexing involuntarily and making him moan even more.

Soon he has picked up his pace, the tip of his cock reappearing between your thighs more frequently and you can feel his thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

“Fuck fuck, I’m coming”

He suddenly pushes forward, almost collapsing on top of you as a string of satisfactory groans leave his lips. His hips still with a stagger and you entrancingly watch the ropes of white dripping from his cock and landing on your blouse. It was a mess, but you can worry about it in the morning.

Donghyuck fucks your thighs slowly for a little longer, elongating his pleasure for as long as he can and soothing the crescent moons his nails formed on your skin with his fingertips. He reaches one hand to his bedroom floor where he finds a -what you hope is- clean t-shirt, and pats his cum off your blouse as best as he could.

It has gotten late and you’re both exhausted, Donghyuck’s comfortable weight on top of you lulling you to sleep. He’s hugging your hips now, head resting on your stomach and occasionally kissing your hip bones tenderly. You’re not sure when you slip out of consciousness but you do hear Donghyuck mumble something against your skin, something the kiss of Morpheus doesn’t allow you to make out.

You wake up to a white ceiling. Not just any white ceiling- a cracked, full of moisture pockets ceiling and you wonder when you let the humidity mess up your apartment this much. The culprit of your awakening, the morning sun rays that shine right on your eyes; way too bright than what you’re used to, force your eyelids to open, and it takes you a moment to adjust to the abundant light. This isn’t your apartment.

The sight of a man that greets your barely recovered rentinas shocks you, and you rub your eyes just in case you’re stuck in a lucid dream or something. You see the mess of ash blonde hair and the pile of work clothes discarded on the floor and your mind soon is flooded with last night’s events, buzzed out in your foggy memory. You sense another buzz as well, a physical one this time and you wiggle in place when you feel something hard and metallic digging in your butt. You prod a little with your fingers, trying not to wake up Donghyuck too abruptly and you realise that yes, you’ve been sitting on a phone all night.

Shouldn’t it be a Tuesday today? It’s very bright for it to be that early but surely Donghyuck must have set an alarm for the both of you last night. You yawn involuntarily, deciding to play with your phone until he wakes up as well when the bright white display pulls all the blood from your face.

8:40. You have to be at work in 20 minutes.

“Donghyuck! Hyuck!”

You didn’t care to make your touches light. They were shoves, really, pushing at his shoulders frantically to get him off of you and pull him out of his slumber. He wakes up with a gasp, trying desperately to keep his balance and failing, to then fall unceremoniously on the floor.

“What the hell?”, he groans out with a hoarse, groggy version of his voice, “My head is pounding”

“It will hurt even more once I’m done with you! You didn’t set an alarm last night? Today’s a work day!’

With his eyes bulging, he launches himself forward, grabbing the phone from your hands.

“Shit, shit, shit”. He’s fully awake now, hands rubbing his face to come up with the next logical steps to take, in order to have you both at work on time and looking presentable. “I have a mouthwash and hairbrush in my bathroom, I’ll get ready here”

“And what the fuck am I supposed to wear?”

“Yesterday’s clothes? Are you really that concerned about recycling an outfit right now?”

You roll your eyes, pushing your blouse down and dragging his comforter off your body.

“Did you forget about this?”

You straighten out the fabric for him to see, and the big, grossly dried out cum stains aren’t hard to notice. His face looks worried, but not necessarily apologetic, and you can almost see the scenes from the sex you shared last night play through his eyes like a porn film.

“Your skirt is fine, right? I’ll find a shirt that fits you”

You’re spitting out the fluorescent blue liquid when he timorously walks in the bathroom to leave the piece of clothing he promised. It smells heavily of those moth-repellent sachets and looks slightly wrinkled, like something he pulled out from the depths of his closet but you don’t really have the privilege of playing Suzy Menkes right now. You pull and tuck the fabric in creative ways, in order to style the garment into something you might walk into work wearing one day, yet it’s painfully obvious to you how misfitted it is; too big around the shoulders as one would expect from a man’s shirt.

You exit the bathroom after giving up, pressed by the limited time and the sound of Donghyuck’s uneasy steps through the door. You let him freshen up as well and use the time to collect your things that are scattered all over his place - he was kind enough to bring you your bra that was discarded in his living room floor along with his shirt - and soon you were rushing out of his house and into separate cabs so as not to raise suspicion.

The rest of the day was normal, well- according to this new definition of normalcy for you. Where everything and everyone seems to follow this movie script of what a typical company must look like, while you worry that someone will probe uninvitedly into your thoughts. God knows what they would fish out. A broken record player of Donghyuck’s moans when he cums, the burn of his thick sex rubbing against your thighs, the paths of his neck veins you memorized by heart.

You shake your head to clear it from the intrusive thoughts, and click the refresh button of your emails. The sound of keys being tapped and printers being put to use lands you back to reality, and you calmly click on the new incoming message from the Sales Department.

It was Johnny.

You’d think that after having his dick down your throat for about half a minute, getting butterflies in your stomach from the mere sight of his email address would stop being a recurring event for you. But alas, here they were, tapping their little wings in a flutter that turns into a hurricane of anxiety, and you sarcastically thank the universe for having to deal with Johnny while looking like an 80’s librarian.

You walk up the stairs like your ankle’s dragging a ball and a chain, the piece of paper in your hands getting slightly ripped from the abuse of your nervous fingers. It was a stupid document, barely half filled with any valuable information and you think it can’t be worth the calories you burned with that trip. It certainly wasn’t worth entering hell, aka mr. Suh’s office, and just the thought of him waiting for you in his fitted suit and gelled back hair is making you light headed. If Johnny was Hades then Donghyuck definitely was Cerberus, guarding his boss with his three heads and his big dick.

You leave a breath out when you realise he isn’t there, making your way onto Johnny’s office with lighter feet. He smiles brightly when he sees you, handsome as ever, and you carefully leave the document on his messy desk.

“Well, isn’t it my favourite intern”

You laugh at his sing-song tone, enjoying how warm he was being today.

“You used to avoid me like the plague and now I’m your favourite?”

“You always were my favourite”, he winks, and pushes back his hair like he knows the effect it has on you, “If someone is avoiding anyone like the plague that’s Donghyuck. I would have sent him to you but I can’t find him anywhere.”

You gulp dryly at his words, an invisible awl pinching your chest. You could feel Donghyuck slipping away from every place that you might share, in a very subtle way, but still noticeable from you. He left the kitchen hastily when you walked in to make your coffee, excused himself out of the lunch break through which you always kept him company, and now he was gone as well. Was last night such a big mistake in his point of view?

“I’m kidding, I just wanted to see you.”

He motions you to come closer and you timidly oblige, serenaded by the sound of his voice but not missing the hunger his eyes hold. He’s still seated in his big leather office chair, thighs spread out in a way that turned you on embarrassingly much, and you fit yourself in the space between his long legs.

“He is very jumpy though, Donghyuck. Do you know what happened to him?”

Your whole body tenses up, muscles hardening defensively. “Why would I know?”

“I don’t know. It’s just that you guys are so close.”

Close. Close as in having his knee between your thighs, close as in being pushed up against his chest and the elevator mirror. Close as in knowing how his tongue feels massaging your clit.

“Have I seen you in that before?”

You’re confused with the sudden question and when you search for the context you realise he’s talking about your- Donghyuck’s shirt. Did he smell the sex on you? The overwhelming scent of pheromones and Donghyuck’s cologne that your nose just couldn’t ignore?

“I don’t think so”, you try to answer as nonchalantly as possible, “it’s new.”

“No”, Johnny insists, and pinches the fabric with his fingers. He’s very knowledgeable about fashion, always complimenting you on your outfit choices and you know he wouldn’t let this one go so easily. “I’m sure I’ve seen this before.”

You follow his line of sight towards the ivory fabric too, as if you expected there to be written “YOUR ASSISTANT GAVE ME THE BEST HEAD OF MY LIFE LAST NIGHT”, in a bright red marker. It was a prison, in the form of 99% cotton and 1% pure anxiety, and you know you had to distract Johnny out of this subject one way or the other.

“You like it?”, you ask seductively, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear.

“I’d like you better without it.”

With just one strong, yet calculated pull he has you sat over the length of his thigh. Your hands land on his chest for stability, right over his pecks that fill your palms easily. There’s nothing you want more than to suck on those perfectly sculpted lips of his, but you’re not too faithful on Donghyuck’s mouthwash so you settle for the earlobe that isn’t pierced instead.

He loves the feeling, the activation of his erogenous area and the suction of your lips that resembles one of your favourite activities together.

“I like this shirt”, he starts, unbuttoning your chest into plain view, “and I love this skirt”

He runs his big hands over the plumpless of your ass, squeezing it then retracting his fingers back on your thighs. They’re cold against your burning skin and the contrast causes goosebumps to erupt in the shape of his handprint.

“You love all my skirts Johnny”

“I do. Because I can do this”

His fingers roll the hem of your skirt up your thigh, the only thing separating your heat with the smooth fabric of his slacks being your skimpy underwear. You’re pretty sure the wetness must be transferring to it already, your thoughts of Donghyuck and all the things he could do with you having you desperate for a release. Johnny pets your clit over your panties then, just a light graze of his finger that elicits a moan from you.

Your hips move on their own, slowly humping his thigh that flexes from under you. You grab his tie to help your movement when your pace picks up, enjoying his body heat that coated you.

“Someone might see us.”

His desk chair was large, sure, but so was Johnny, and even though his back was facing the door of his office, no one could mistake the sight of you riding him as anything else.

“I told you, Donghyuck keeps disappearing. And it seems like it won’t take you too long to cum with the way you moan like that, right babe?”

“Johnny…”

You were a whiny mess at this point, humping his leg to reach your high. He was nice enough to help you, his hands guiding you as you mess up all over him, lips stuck on the patch of skin right under your ear.

“You know, I kind of miss you calling me Mr. Suh.” he whispers as he’s sucking on your neck, and you shiver at the tone of his voice, “What do I have to do next time you come over to have you call me like that?”

You can’t contain your whimpers anymore, the stinging tears of arousal threatening to roll down your face, so you close your eyes to keep the moisture in. Everything is just too much, the pleasure of your clit rubbing on him, his nails that dig in the flesh of your hips, the heavy suggestions in his words; your orgasm was hanging by a thread and it was a matter of seconds for it to snap. And it did snap, with a bite on your neck, and along with it your eyes snapped open as well.

Donghyuck was staring right back at you.

Your eyes crossed in pleasure, blurry vision making it hard to focus on him. You were falling apart over Johnny’s body, legs shaking and insides melting with his praise. Donghyuck took the sight in from the opened door, eyes studying your face of pleasure and bare chest decorated with Johnny’s kisses peeking from his own shirt. You’d be lying had you dismissed the fact that his presence intensified your orgasm times a hundred. The exposure of your act, the naughtiness of getting caught and by him of all people. You watched as he retreated outside from the office with silent steps, to give you privacy or recover from the embarrassment or both.

And Donghyuck would be lying too, had he said he didn’t like the sight. The mere memory of your face all fucked out flushed his own in crimson red. He remembered it all clearly, from your plush lips to Johnny’s mess of a hair, to the tremble of your body. It refused to leave his mind, the scene of you getting satisfaction from another man, but not because he wanted to erase it. He thought he fit right in, right in that scene between you and his boss.

You texted him later that day, apologizing for what he had to witness and promising him you would return the shirt as soon as you washed it. He politely allowed you to keep it, not at all acknowledging the incident from earlier, nor the night you spent together. You didn’t have the guts to ask, for you didn’t know that Donghyuck didn’t regard last night as a mistake, like you thought. He was tired of boiling in the guilt of his feelings, selfishly admitting to himself that he did not regret a single thing. He was into you, he meant every word that came out of his mouth, so why was he avoiding you all day yesterday? He was still the fucking coward.

The next day came rolling along, and with it came a long list of things you wanted to avoid. The first one was arguably dealing with your best friend, the lengthy paperwork you had to fill out being a close second.

Your mind was occupied with a plethora of thoughts, with Johnny holding the main spot. You’d seen him in your sleep last night, starring in the extremely detailed wet dream your brain fabricated for you, hot breaths and deep thrusts forcing you into the disappointing consciousness of today’s morning.

And the pictures he had sent you right after you decided to get up weren’t helping either. His tall, half naked build occupied most of the shot, skin glistening in the after-shower steam. His toothbrush was hanging from his foamy mouth, in an attempt to make the picture look nonchalant, yet you knew his motives. You let your eyes drink up the sight of his defined abdomen, then moved downwards along the dark happy trail that peeked from the towel, loosely hanging from his waist. Hip bones teasing you and all. Just drop the fucking towel Johnny.

Needless to say, you were a mess when you arrived at the office. The cats in heat outside of your window, the phallic shaped baguette your baker generously treated you with this morning; everything seemed to remind you of the heat between your legs that you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore. You tried rubbing your thighs, drowning in the paperwork, even locking your phone in one of your drawers so as not to be tempted to look at Johnny’s thirst trap again. But he had won.

You grab a bunch of documents that seemed important enough, shove them in your favourite binder, and make your way to Johnny’s office upstairs.

You knew you had to deal with Donghyuck. It was the unavoidable repercussion of messing up your life like that, getting men that were too good looking for this boring ass company tangled up in what seemed to be a simple internship. Taking a deep breath, then two more for good measure, you start to strut confidently in a straight line that led to Johnny’s office door.

“He’s on call, come back later.”

Your head instinctively turns to the source of the sound, to find Donghyuck staring at the display of his laptop that seemed to be much more interesting than you. The matter-of-fact way he formed his sentences was not unlike him, yet something in you begged for a little bit of attention. Blame it on how horny you’ve been all morning, or the fact that now that you’ve seen him naked, the strict tone affects you much more than it should.

Bothered by your thoughts and thinking about having to sit back at your office for the rest of the work day, you let the binder slip from your hands and drop on the wooden floor. You lean down to collect the scattered pieces of paper, your heels making it hard for you to keep your balance easily, and soon enough you sense a movement from behind you.

“No panties huh?”

It was supposed to be a surprise. Payback for the dirty thoughts Johnny planted in your head this morning. You’d walk in all innocently, sit right across his desk and give him a little Basic Instinct Sharon Stone moment. Then leave him high and dry again, while mentally keeping a note to clear out all your plans for the weekend. But see, he couldn’t give you what you wanted after all, and your resolve started to break. Whatever it was you wanted, you wanted it now.

You get up, unfolding your body slowly and refusing to look at Donghyuck, much like he did when you walked inside. The smirk playing on your lips couldn’t be concealed through your voice.

“Like what you see?”

You gasp as he presses up against you, the only contact you have with one another being his hard-on that nudges your ass. Following your body’s orders, you push back against him too, and you can tell the breath he lets out is ragged and full of tension.

He reaches for your binder with an arm around you, flipping through the pages as he sucks his teeth in disapproval.

“These are last week’s reports. Are you really here for these or are you looking for another quickie with Johnny?” A moan escapes you then, and the little thrust that Donghyuck allows himself drives you both crazy. “Thought so. How insatiable are you? I made you cum two nights ago, Johnny helped you out yesterday. If you really are that desperate you could’ve just come to me for help, doll”

His soft palm rests on the front of your thigh, slowly sliding his way under your skirt. You squirm in his hold in anticipation, and you have to bite your tongue to hold in the noises that threaten to leave you.

“Donghyuck, Johnny is sitting right through that door. He could come out any minute now and see us”

“And?”

“Your boss is sitting right through that door. You could get fired”

“I could die after this”

His thumb ficks your clit swiftly, and Donghyuck takes this opportunity to slip his other one inside your gaping mouth.

“But-“

“Shh. Don’t talk with your mouth full, baby”

You’re melting in his hold at this point, your back still resting against his chest, lips sucking his digit. The scent of his cologne that you’ve grown so familiar with overwhelms you, painting all your surroundings in a red tint of lust.

“Spread your legs for me”. You oblige with his orders immediately, your arousal not allowing you to keep him waiting. “Wider”.

You take a quick look behind your shoulder to check that the door is still, indeed, closed, only to be met face to face with Donghyuck. His breath is hot against your face, eyes locked on his thumb toying with your lower lip and you completely forget what you initially turned around for. The kiss was natural, your lips melding easily with his ones. The need for him washes over you like a heatwave and you lift your skirt to urge him to continue before you go insane.

He gets the hint and moves his hand lower, middle finger tracing your opening ever so slightly. It makes you shiver and you realise how quiet the room has fallen, the only source of sound coming muffled through the closed door to Johnny’s office. It excites you and it must show through the wetness between your lower lips, and Donghyuck patiently collects it all. He transfers the moisture over the bud of your clit, his finger smoothly massaging the sensitive skin. It feels divine and there’s no way you’d ask him to stop yet you know there’s something else Donghyuck is after, the sweet tightness that he didn’t get to experience that night at his apartment.

It was a bit much to fuck you out there like that, even for his exhibitionistic tendencies, but nothing could stop him from feeling the next best thing.

His first finger enters you unhurriedly, careful of your reactions. You moan out his name and he moans at how tight you are, soft pussy practically sucking his finger in. He soon enters his ring finger as well, slowly moving them inside you until you feel every stretch and curl. Your wetness starts to drip at this point, coating his fingers with your juices.

“Such a dirty girl, making all this mess at my office”

The leisure pace ruins you, your eyes shut close in search of patience. You feel his other palm move from under your skirt as well, resting flat against your lower abdomen. He wants to feel himself inside you.

“Donghyuck, please. More”

A chuckle is heard from your left ear, and you can vividly imagine how his face must look like now. The cocky smirk, the tongue poking the inside of his cheek. The next pump has you muffling your whimpers with the back of your fist, his fingers curling just right and fucking straight into your g-spot.

“More? Look at you. Pretty slut.”

He’s full on finger fucking you now, and swallowing your moans is gradually becoming more and more difficult. The world crumbles from under your feet and you let yourself get carried away in the intense pleasure, the fast pumping making your legs shake.

“You’re gonna cum?”, he whispers again, and you can only respond with a nod, “That’s my fucking girl”

The orgasm’s intense, shaking you as you bite your hand and hold onto Donghyuck for extra support. He continues to move his fingers afterwards, drawing out your euphoria for as long as he can, then finally leaves you empty once your moans have died down. You immediately cover yourself up again once you sober up from your high, suddenly embarrassed by Donghyuck’s intense stare. He’s moving his eyes through all the features of your face, only for them to fall frozen on your lips, and lifts his hand up to rest his two fingers over them. You get his initiative and put them in your mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue.

“Unless you want us both to get fired I think you should go back to your office. I don’t think I can contain myself around you”

You release his digits with a pop, your eyes full of seduction.

“What would you do to me?”

Donghyuck growls at your question, turning you around so that you’re fully face to face and chest to chest.

“You’d look so pretty on your knees, mouth full of cock”. He grabs a handful of your ass, bringing you flush against him and proceeds to grind his painfully hard dick between your thighs. Your noses touch and you feel dizzy at the proximity; the words he mutters against your cum coated lips. “I’d peel those clothes off of you, find the nearest mirror. Stretch you out against the glass so that you see how good you take it.”

You shiver as a response, then force yourself to put some distance between you before you do something stupid. He kindly helps you collect your things in silence, those useless documents that were laying scattered on the floor, and in a moment of weakness you let him pin you against the wall right before you go.There was something so addictive about him and your chemistry, and your lips burn at the memory of his kisses. You’re not sure how much longer you can contain that hunger anymore.

The end of a shift and the beginning of another overtime. It felt like deja vu at this point, after all the countless extra hours you’ve put into the internship, seeing people grab their briefcases and their car keys as they empty the space around you. You take a moment to appreciate the view of the setting sun from the small window of your office, inhaling deeply as you wrap the hair that’s been bothering you in a ponytail. Your neck hurts and the tension of your body is translating into a dull pain, so you stretch it a little, bobbing your head from side to side.

You jump a little in your seat when you feel a set of hands on your shoulder blades. They massage the sore spots, treating the muscle knots and helping your blood flow freely. It was obvious Donghyuck didn’t have enough of you earlier, and you pout at having to turn down another visit to his apartment because of your overtime duties.

You were ready to scold him off, tell him you’re busy and that you promise to make it up for him another time, when you feel his soft lips kissing the most sensitive spot on the slope of your neck. You let out a long sigh, subconsciously exposing your neck more for him, and a high pitched whine rumbles in your chest. It’s released as a moan of Donghyuck’s name.

“Donghyuck?!”

You freeze in the uncomfortable arch, your ears confused by the deepness of the voice belonging to the man behind you. Not even the confusion laced in it can cover up the lack of airiness and clarity you’re used to when it comes to Donghyuck’s tone. It’s Johnny.

“I… We-“

You’re left speechless, clueless as to what to say next. You know you don’t have to explain yourself, it’s not like you and Johnny are exclusive. Yet his shocked face at the sound of his assistant’s name coming so lewdly off your lips has your brain scrambling to find some sort of explanation. Thankfully, he’d interrupt your panic in a second.

“The big boss wants you upstairs. I offered to come get you.”

He doesn’t sound angry or upset, nor disappointed. It’s a fresh air of relief before you realize that this is not what you should worry about right now. What the hell does the CEO of the company want to talk to you about? Are you getting the boot? It must be it, but why? Your numbers have been great, you’re always on time - except that one morning, but technically it was Donghyuck’s fault - and you’ve been praised by your supervisor numerous times during your internship.

Unless- What if there’s cameras in the office?

You start to panic at the thought of an involuntary sex tape become the cause of your dismissal, so caught up in your thoughts that you’re completely unaware you’ve spent the entire trip up the stairs with Johnny in silence. When you enter the CEO’s office, heartbeat echoing loudly in your ears, you notice that all of the department’s supervisors are present in the impromptu meeting as well. You sit next to Johnny, in an attempt to calm yourself down, and you see the head of your department send you an encouraging smile.

“Shall we start?”

A briefing of your work in the company ensued, numbers and graphs that wouldn’t make sense to anyone other than the people in the room. Thirty minutes have passed and no surveillance tape has been whipped out, turning you more confused than ever. The numbers were good, the words from your supervisor are complimentary, so why would they fire you?

“That is all for the briefing. After seeing your progress and the contribution you’ve made to the company, we’ve decided to offer you a permanent position, if you’d be interested of course”

Oh my god. You can’t believe this day finally came. Your face was glowing, and you tried to convince yourself to stay calm while you talked about your new position and the raise in salary that came with it. With shaky hands you sign the documents, and your boss congratulates you once again, dismissing you off your overtime.

You waited for everyone to leave the hallway before jumping in Johnny’s arms. He caught you easily, strong build supporting you and lifting your feet off the ground before landing you safely again.

“Good job intern, I’m so proud of you”

“Hey, I’m not an intern anymore!”, you complain by bumping his chest with your fist and he pats your head lovingly in return.

“Why did you have to be in the room as well? Did you know about my promotion?”

“No, actually, they just told me an hour ago. It was hard to keep myself from telling you everything right away.”

The excitement coursed through you, and a sudden urge to kiss him until your lips were numb overwhelmed you. You were ready to turn your thoughts into reality, when you saw Donghyuck from the corner of your eye, instinctively smiling at your obvious happiness.

“What’s the occasion?”

“I got promoted!”

Donghyuck gasped, a huge smile spreading across his face. Your excitement’s contentious so he tackles you without a second thought, his embrace so tight that you can barely breathe. You can see that he’s trying his best to contain a kiss, his glance moving back and forth between you and Johnny. He still kept a possessive hand around your waist once he let you down however, a gesture that could seem innocent yet you knew better.

Johnny smirks at the sight of you two, confidence dripping off his body and making you shiver. You get dizzy at the thought of Donghyuck not knowing that Johnny knows about you, yet Donghyuck knowing about Johnny but not giving a fuck.

“So how do we celebrate?”, the older man asks, with a playful tone that might as well be your active imagination.

“Wanna go for a drink?”, Donghyuck suggests, boldly keeping his eyes at you only while he does so.

You pout in thought, humming pensively when an idea pops into your head.

“How about you come over my place for one?”

You should have thought this through more thoroughly, is all you can think about as you’re trapped between Johnny and Hyuck on your couch. Well, not really- there is a sizable distance between you three, yet the atmosphere in the room is so dense it’s nearly palpable. Three glasses, half-full of the alcohol of their choice are sitting on the coffee table in front of you, and you awkwardly stare at the sweat that falls from your glass and forms rings on the wooden surface.

Your body has loosened up from your drink yet your heart can’t stop racing, not when Donghyuck is looking at you like that. He looks like a man starved for days while you’re the meal presented deliciously in his arm’s reach, and he can’t wait to have you alone and curve his growing appetite. And you ignore Johnny’s cheeky smiles and flirtatious winks as well, carrying on a conversation that doesn’t belong in the inescapable tone of the room but flows easily, until it ends and you’re met with heavy silence and the ticking analog clock on your wall again.

You ask them if they would like some water, getting up before you receive an answer, and you yelp a little when you feel a strong arm halting your trip to the kitchen before it even started. You lose your balance and wobble a little in your spot before unceremoniously landing on Johnny’s lap.

He doesn’t help you up, but loops and arm around your waist instead, holding you in place. In circumstances other than the ones that have already made their mark on your sexual history, staying in this position with his assistant still in the room would be highly inappropriate.

“You’re all we need”, he reassures you with a voice made of silk, then repositions you with a jerk of his knee, your heat grinding right against his half hard member.

“When were you gonna tell me?”

You open and close your mouth sequentially like a fish out of water, choking out a reply after the insistent tick-tock that resonates through the room and gives a tempo to your anxiety.

“I’m sorry?”

“You know what I’m talking about. A little birdy told me I’m not the only one enjoying this perfect little body. Is that right Donghyuck?”

Donghyuck’s eyes bulged out of his skull, almost choking in the sip of the drink he was enjoying when the unexpected question hit him. Sizzling heat floods your face as he stares at you sternly, and you shake your head defensively.

“I didn’t tell him-“

“Well no, not exactly”, Johnny interrupts and places his big hands over your thighs, “I was just kissing her neck, trying to get her to relax, and lo and behold, she starts moaning your name like its a fucking reflex. You’ve really gotten into her head, apparently”

Donghyuck swells up in pride, that much is evident, yet he’s way too distracted to say anything in response, too busy staring at Johnny’s fingers spreading your thighs apart to expose your damp underwear. Johnny’s lips are planted on your neck, teeth nibbling on your earlobe and you wince when you feel the sharp sting of a slap on your inner thigh.

“You aren’t being a good hostess, baby. Open up your legs more, let Hyuck see your pretty pussy. You remember what word to say when you want me to stop, right?” You whimper the designated safe word while opening your thighs further, digging the heels of your feet in the couch’s pillows. “Good girl”

He dips a hand through the band of your underwear, busying his fingers under the fabric. You moan as they slide through the wetness and he smiles a cocky smile when he sees Donghyuck palming himself through his slacks. He removes the skimpy thong with the help of your hips moving to assist him, to then push the fabric inside your mouth with little to no resistance from you.

“Isn’t this pussy divine? I swear when I bottomed out inside of her the first time I thought I lost my damn mind”

He toys with your opening, only dipping half a finger in to challenge Donghyuck to pay attention.

“We haven’t actually…”

“She only let you play with her?”, Johnny teases him, then pushes his point and middle finger all the way inside you, making his assistant’s imagination run wild at what your pussy must feel like sucking him in. “You’re missing out man”

“I’ve made her cum probably twice as many times as you’ve ever have”

You chuckle at his smart remark and Johnny glares at you, softly slapping your pussy to keep you at bay.

“No one addressed you. You’ll get to make all the noise you want in a sec, baby”

You squirm in place, letting out a muffled apology through your gag and Donghyuck looks seriously affected by the sight.

“Isn’t she obedient?”, Johnny asks while grazing your g-spot, and you moan from both the praise and the stimulation.

Hyuck unbuttons his pants at the lewd sound, pulling his dick from the slit of his boxers and you admire his impressive girth. He lets his body decline comfortably on the pillows behind him, spreading his own legs at shoulder-length. The mouth-watering sight of him jerking himself slowly with the aid of his precum clouds your vision; you’re just as needy for him as he is for you.

“She’s a little brat”

“I guess I know how to make her listen”. Johnny lifts your dress over your hips, then helps you off of it through the hem. With a rehearsed flick of his fingers he discards your bra as well, leaving you completely naked for Donghyuck’s eyes to feast on. His hands immediately grope your breasts, playing with the mounds and putting on a show. “I could undress you over and over and over again”

You feel his fingers retract from inside your pussy to form a ‘V’ over your lower lips, making your hole even more visible along with the wetness that’s dripping out of it.

“Will you let Donghyuck use your pussy baby? I feel a little greedy using it all on my own”

You groan in the anticipation and let your head fall back on Johnny’s shoulder, nodding pathetically and mumbling through your thong.

“Oh god, yes, yes, yes”

Donghyuck has heard enough, and with Johnny urging him on he’s standing half naked in front of you in seconds. His boxers are discarded next to his trousers on the floor, tie hanging loosely from the collar. He still has a hand wrapped around his angry sex, red tip and veiny details making you swoon.

“Go on”, Johnny encourages him, “she’s more than wet enough”

Donghyuck rests his left knee on the cushion of the couch, right between your foot and Johnny’s thigh. A little foiled square is getting ripped by his nimble fingers and you bewitchedly watch him wrap up his cock. He slaps it over your entrance a couple times, coming in contact with the other man’s fingers that are still keeping you fully exposed, then finally thrusts himself inside you. A conglomerate of what seems like three different curses leave his lips, eyebrows furrowed in a pleasureful expression.

“Fuck”

“Tight, isn’t she?”

“So fucking tight baby, damn”

Johnny may have a cock so lengthy that most men are envious of, yet Donghyuck’s girth is really something else. It stretches you out more than you've had in months, dull pain getting numb with every release of serotonin from your brain. You almost cry when he removes the entire thing out of you.

“I have to feel that again”

And indeed he does, submerging himself in the tightness of your walls only his fingers had the privilege of experiencing thus far. You feel amazing wrapped up around him, pussy hot and burning in desire as he dips himself further inside you, pushing you up against Johnny’s chest. You hiss in the sting and whimper softly, prompting the man behind you to ungag you finally.

“What is it baby? Hyuckie’s dick is too big for your tight little hole?”

You nod affirmatively while keeping eye contact with the man mentioned, big glossy eyes awakening something dark inside him. He wants to ruin you.

“Maybe you don’t fuck her hard enough”

You can’t see Johnny from the way you’re seated but you know he must have a smile on his face, well aware of the confidence he possesses for his own abilities in the bedroom. His big hands leave your labia and make their way over to your calves, bending you in a way that is almost painful.

“How about you show me how it’s done, then?”

Donghyuck is always up for a challenge, so he wraps a hand loosely around your throat so as to gain leverage. He pulls his hips backwards, gaining momentum, then slaps them forcefully against your own. You moan loudly at the depth, hands scrambling to find something to hold on to as he’s nailing you against the couch. Johnny’s there to catch your sounds with his lips, eating them up eagerly as he slips his tongue inside you and continues to play with your nipples.

“Is that hard enough for you?”

Continuing his brutal pace restlessly, Donghyuck tightens his grasp around your neck, enough to hamper your blood flow and drool around the other man’s mouth. You’re so out of it at this point, dirty sound after another leaving your lips and you gasp at Johnny’s fingers that are suddenly circling around your clit.

“I’m close, please”, you manage to whimper from between them, Hyuck’s pace only fastening in the sound of your plea. The tip of his cock, thick like the rest of him, grazes against your sensitive spot again and again, not missing a single thrust. He digs a thumb in the softness of your cheek, pulling you away from Johnny and connecting his forehead with yours. By the sounds of his grunts it won’t take long until he comes as well.

“Made just for me”, he whispers against your lips, and you gasp when you feel the heat overflowing in your sex area, vision blurry as you let go and scream in complete pleasure. Donghyuck basks in the confirmation of how good he’s made you feel, hips stuttering as he empties his cum in you and inside the condom. His thigh muscles may be contracting in tiredness yet he doesn’t halt his movements, milking your orgasm for all its worth. You’re basically putty in Johnny’s lap at this point, sex drunk and high from your release.

“Not bad”, he admits, even though he had some credit to claim with the fast fingerwork he showed earlier. He holds your thighs again, closing them up to help you relax and you wince at the pain in your haunch, the result of staying in a flexibility-demanding position for so long.

You wait until your heartbeat slows down, turning around to face Johnny as Donghyuck ties up and discards the used condom. He sends you a warm smile, petting the messy hair out of your line of sight and you relax in the feeling of safety, batting your eyes up at him cutely.

“What about you?”, you practically meow, moaning softly as you feel his boner twitching from beneath his trousers.

“What about me? Didn’t you have enough?”

He knows your appetite, knows there’s no way you’d be satisfied by one round only. And how could you, when he sits so deliciously from under you, his big body reeling you in. You know what he wants to hear.

“Please, Johnny”, you plead, playing with the thin tie still neatly keeping his shirt in place. “I need you”

“You need what?”, he growls against your lips, trying to coax as much desperation out of you as possible.

“I need your big cock inside me, please”

“Ass up”

You get up from your seat, complying with his commands and getting on your knees before your tired legs betray you and leave you a mess on the floor. His hands cup your ass in admiration, giving it a little spank before he slides them over your dorsals. A careful push forces you to arch your back even more, and your cheeks burn at the eager position he has bent you in. You shiver when his cock enters you halfway.

“You’re still not used to me babe?”

“It’s not my fault that you’re so fucking big, Johnny”

“Then maybe I should stay still? Since you can’t take it?”

“No!”, you oppose, tears of frustration threatening to spill out of their ducts, “I can take it, just move!”

You howl as he bottoms out, his long length making you lose your mind. It’s been a while since you’ve had anything more than his fingers and you’ve missed the way he fits inside of you. You hear shuffling from behind you and soon he’s bending over you, wrapping his tie around your neck. With a pull you’re flush against his chest again, and the buttons of his shirt are already leaving little indentations on your skin. You wish it bruises.

“Do you remember what I wanted you to call me the other day?”, he whispers next to the shell of your ear, dark tone sending shivers down your spine.

“Mr. Suh”

“Exactly. Now will you let me fuck you the way I want?”

“Yes sir”

“What a good girl”

Johnny slams into you fully, every pull of his hips resulting in the restriction of your airflow. A game of wanting more of him and sacrificing your oxygen for it begins, and it doesn’t take long for you to turn completely into a submissive mess for him. He’s whispering filth in your ears, hips keeping their inhuman tempo until you’re all out of energy and fall nonvocal. Donghyuck gets hard again at the sight.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Johnny, who is more than willing to share your body for the pleasure he’s after- at least part of it. He waits until the younger man’s dick is fully solid in his grasp, standing tall and red right in front of you and he lets go of the constraint of your neck without notice.

You fall face first on Donghyuck’s thick thighs, his quick reflexes catching you from a harder impact. His member is twitching right next to your face, tip grazing against your left temple and he helps your head up by wrapping your hair in a makeshift ponytail that his fingers hold together. You wrap your lips around his tip obediently, twirling your tongue around his member until you reach his hairy base. He tastes a bit rubbery from the condom earlier but you choose to ignore it, focusing on hollowing your cheeks around him instead.

Every hard thrust of Johnny’s propels you forward onto Donghyuck’s cock, the bobbing motion natural yet you struggle to take them both inside you. Donghyuck enjoys the vibrations of the moans you make when the other man hits a deep spot in your pussy, Johnny groans when you clench around him as Donghyuck abuses your throat. It’s a give and take of intense pleasure and you know you can’t take much more, the men’s moans growing louder with every thrust.

“Do you like Hyuck’s cock needy baby? Have you finally had enough?”

He punctuates each word with a slam, one harder than the other, and the rope inside your belly snaps with the arrival of your second orgasm. You try your hardest to stay in place, beg your thighs not to let you collapse as you let Johnny drive you into overstimuation.

“Yes, sir. I love it”

Johnny grunts at the sound of his title, so dirty coming muffled by another man’s dick that it’s enough to send him over the edge. You feel the hot cum filling up the condom inside you, and his spurts take so long that the little tweaks coax another orgasm from you.

Donghyuck drinks up the scene unveiling in front of him, a steady hand forcing your jaw open as he starts to jerk off quickly over your face.

“I want to see your tongue covered in my cum”

You lick your lips seductively in response, opening your mouth up to welcome his ropes of white liquid that leave his slit a second after. They fill your mouth little by little, painting the inside of it and you hold your tongue out to show him his creation, a couple of drops dripping from the corners before you swallow as much as you can. He collects whatever’s left on your jaw, pushing it in and letting you suckle on his thumb dumbly before letting go.

You collapse on the couch, exhausted after giving all that your body could handle after a work day, and you sit in silence as Johnny massages your feet and Donghyuck kisses your neck to calm you down. Your head hurts from the sex and the possibilities that this new combination can bring to your love life, belly tingling in excitement at the same time. You don’t know where this will lead, or when will be the next time you’ll indulge in the company of the both of them stuck on your body. All that you know is that this promotion, at least the celebration of it, tastes really, really sweet.

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1kook · 4 years ago

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→ jeon jungkook x (f) reader

→ How was he, a virgin, supposed to casually take his best friend’s virginity when he was so terribly, irrevocably smitten with said best friend? GENRE eventual smut, minor angst WARNINGS mentions of porn, mentions of sex, mentions of dicks, just jk having dumb thoughts tbh OTHER volleyball player jk, student council pres oc, childhood friends to lovers, besties to lovers, realization of crushes, there is one (1) cheek kiss 😐 RATING m (18+) WC 1.3k

NOTES (!) i did a follow up!!! this is rlly easy bc its like. dumb. the storyline is p simple so its become therapeutic 😐 anywayyy lemme know what u think !!

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The first step to initiating sex is a kiss— right?

Jungkook doesn’t even know anymore. All the porns he’s seen start at weird points in the progression, the first kiss somewhere between when the clothing comes off and when the penis holder shoves their cock in. Did he kiss you now, or was he supposed to wait?

That is, can Jungkook even muster the balls to kiss you?

He doesn’t know, and when he sits up in front of you, knees against yours, does he come to a new shocking realization: the two of you have never kissed. For as long as Jungkook has known you, there has never been a kiss shared between you two. Not a single experimental phase, surprise mistletoe, not even a dare. Jungkook and you have never kissed, so it only makes sense that the idea of kissing right now has him pausing before he can even try.

“Uh,” he says, all his years of grammar classes running down the drain when you sit up perkily, a gleam of excitement in your eye. “Tomorrow,” Jungkook chokes out, hurriedly bouncing off your bed before you can even process his words.

By the time you’ve gotten up, he’s standing at the door with his bag slung over one shoulder, foot shoved into his shoe. “You’re leaving?” you ask, and scare the living daylights out of Jungkook when you suddenly reach for the sleeve of his shirt, successfully halting his hasty departure with one gentle tug alone.

Jungkook’s face feels like it’ll burn up at this rate, and his brain screams at him to stop being so weird. You were his best friend, for goodness sake, something like this was bound to happen at some point or another. Right? His heart thunders in his chest, and when your eyes soften for the briefest moment, warm and familiar again, Jungkook relaxes.

“I have practice,” he says casually, tugging the strap of his bag further over his shoulder. Inside, his shoes are shuffled around with his water bottle and practice clothes. “We need more than an hour to do that kind of stuff,” he jokes, but Jungkook isn’t even sure if what he’s saying is true. When that girl had jacked him off at that party—you know, the party—he can’t remember it lasting more than fifteen minutes. To be fair, it had been the first time someone had ever touched him, so maybe it was just because of his inexperience.

And that brings him back to the same dilemma: how on earth is he supposed to rock your world when he’s never even had sex before?

Before Jungkook can dissolve into a self-induced puddle of panic, you’re letting him go. “Okay,” you say, always so sweet and understanding. You had to be if you were the president of the whatever-council (he’s pretty sure it’s the student council). It should be Jungkook who is this composed, not you. It should be Jungkook who leans forward, presses his lips against your cheek— not you!

But as it stands, it is you who leans forward, soft lips pressed flush against his cheek, only an inch away from his lips. Your proximity has the overwhelming scent of, well, you fanning over him; fabric softener, lotion, perfume, all of it. “Oh,” Jungkook says, sounding like a total dweeb. The departure of your lips from his skin produces a soft smooching sound, straight from the movies, and Jungkook’s heart lodges itself into his throat when you meet his gaze with a sweet smile.

And then the door is falling shut and Jungkook is bolting down the hallway, through the campus, and into the gym. He looks and feels insane, the emptiness of the gymnasium a blatant reminder that he was in fact a little too early. Serves him right for chickening out. But a second longer in your presence and he’s almost certain he would have died from heart complications.

It’s only when he stares out over the gymnasium floor, devoid of any human life, that the gravity of his actions truly hit him. And they hit him hard. Like a city bus skidding across an icy road towards an intersection, Jungkook is suddenly hit full force with the stark realization that he has just prepositioned his friend of nearly fifteen years for sex. While being a virgin.

“God,” he groans, throwing his bag against the nearest wall. It hits it with a dull thud, sliding down to the floor sadly. Jungkook follows.

It would be nice to have some common sense every once in a while, to actually use the brain lodged up in his head. Why on earth had he thought offering himself up for sex to you, of all people, would be something easy? Sure, Jungkook as a virgin had some expectations of what sex would be like; deep down inside, he’s always known it won’t be exactly like in porn, there would be some disappointing things and some absolutely amazing things. But those were his own expectations to bear, the end results something that personally wouldn’t weigh down on him too much.

But now… now Jungkook will have to come face to face with your expectations, that of which he absolutely can’t let down. What if you think his dick is small? What if cums too soon? What if you can’t get turned on by him? What if, at the end of it all, you don’t want to be Jungkook’s friend anymore?

The last thought has him sullenly sinking down further against the wall, chin pressed to his chest, as he mulls over any potential options. It would be weird (at least in Jungkook’s mind) to call it off now, especially after seeing how excited you’d gotten. As your best friend, Jungkook lived by an unspoken, strict code of conduct, that of which dictated that promises between best friends were not meant to be broken. It was the highest offense.

But how was Jungkook supposed to rock your virgin world if he was a virgin?

Faintly, he can still feel your puckered lips pressed against his cheek, and he mindlessly raises a hand up to brush his fingers against the skin. It makes him blush, remembering that sweet gaze you’d looked at him with. It’s the same one you used to give him when you were younger, the slightly proud, really content gaze whenever he did his homework before coming over, when he won a game against your rival middle school, when he first walked into a Victoria’s Secret with you when you were both sixteen. “You’re doing amazing, Koo,” you always teased and giggled, the sound gradually mellowing out over the years.

Just a couple weeks ago he remembers hearing the sound from the bottom of a ladder, dragged into decorating the student center with you for the new school year straight out of practice. He had been tired, so absolutely drained from the drills that day, but it was impossible to say no when you had caught him across the student center, eyes lighting up at the mere sight of Jungkook’s sweaty form.

“I’m running for student president this year,” you had told him (so it was the student council), the tall windows that lined the building’s walls allowing a ray of sunlight to settle down over you. It had made Jungkook halt for a second, heartbeat skipping one dangerous beat when you descended down, placed a hand on his shoulder the closer you got. “Vote for me, please?”

“Yeah,” he had breathed, felt like the entire world was too small to fit the growing feeling in his chest.

And it’s with that memory that Jungkook reaches his third and final realization of the afternoon, an accumulation of all the prior ones: how was he, a virgin, supposed to casually take his best friend’s virginity when he was so terribly, irrevocably smitten with said best friend?

“Oh… fuck,” he groans, slumping down until he’s practically sprawled over the floor, startling Namjoon and Jimin as they enter the gymnasium. Jimin scolds him for scaring them, but Jungkook is so deep in his wallowing that he barely hears.

He was in trouble.

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poutybinz · 5 years ago

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We got the fluff, we got the smut, now let's get the ANGST 🙂🙂 how will the boys react to their s/o dumping them hahahaha sorry I live for angst

me too lowkey muahaha

yeonjun

“break up? what do you mean break up?”

you would literally see the joy drain from his face like

his entire world just came crashing down around him and all he wants to know is why

and even if you give him an answer, it’s not gonna make any sense to him

nothings gonna make sense, why can’t you both just work it out?

he’s frustrated and devastated and he doesn’t know who to blame and how to process this

what hurts the most about yeonjun is that he’s definitely the type to hug you and not let go in this situation

yeonjun’s lowkey toxic trait is thinking that sex can fix everything (post breakup sex is definitely a thing and it’s painful)

he attaches to you, he’s kissing at your neck and you have to push him away because that’s the last thing either of you need

but he just clings to you, hugging you tightly with his head buried in the crook of your neck

and that’s when he starts crying, when the realization that it’s really over starts to hit

he wants to kiss you, he wants to hug you

he wants you to tell him this is some stupid joke so he can order food and you can have your movie nights like you always do

the denial stage lasts really long tho, there are some days he wakes up and forgets that you’re broken up and he calls you

and when you either don’t answer or you answer and you have to remind him it’s that same heartbreak all over again

he really cannot let you go, no matter how hard he tries he just can’t

soobin

one half of the crybabies

bc he will cry and he will cry a lot

first, it’s shock. he’s stunned, and then he’s confused.

then when you explain yourself he’s filled with overwhelming disappointment because he didn’t do right by you

maybe he got comfortable and didn’t think about it enough

but the simple fact that you feel like you aren’t loved, that you aren’t the center of his universe is enough to break him completely

he doesn’t blame you at all, he blames himself and that hurts you because you don’t want him to think he wasn’t an amazing boyfriend

sometimes things just don’t work out the way you want them to

it’s a little toxic but he hates himself dearly for letting you go. for not loving you the way he should have. he hates himself a lot

thing is though, soobin wont argue with you.

as much as he loves you and he doesn’t want you to leave him, if you feel unhappy he’s not gonna keep you

so there would be a moment where maybe he’d ask for one last hug and kiss

and in that moment in each other’s embrace, both of you would burst into tears

and all soobin can do is whisper “i love you” over and over again because of course he does

he always will, no matter what

beomgyu

similar to yeonjun, there’s a lot of disbelief

“what are you talking about? you’re joking, right?”

he kind of skips over the sadness bit (or at least it comes later) and he goes straight into anger

he’s so devastated and so heartbroken he just lashes out

“why did you tell me all those things if they weren’t true?! why would you lie to me for all of this time if you were going to leave?!”

he’s irrational at this point and no matter how many times you try to explain that you hadn’t had some sort of plan to get him attached to you and then leave

and that sometimes things just don’t work out

it’s going through one ear and out the other, he might even start throwing things and it might turn into an argument

but once all of the anger wears off he’s left with sadness

he just plops onto the floor or the couch or wherever and he just cries and cries

he doesn’t at first but he lets you come sit and cry with him

you have a moment where you can talk things out, you can try to explain to him where you’re coming from

and that you’ll always have love for him

he understands but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still gonna miss you

he hates watching you leave though he’s trying to be strong but it just hurts too much

taehyun

the worst thing about this would be the complete lack of emotion

because if there’s anything taehyun’s good at, it’s composing himself. he can put on a front if he really wants to.

so when you say “i think we should break up”, he doesn’t respond at all

he just stares blankly at you, but even then you can tell he’s panicking. you can almost see the spurs turning in his head

but instead he just stares at you and nods slowly. he doesn’t ask questions, he doesn’t push the subject any further.

but he’s hurting inside. he’s screaming and he’s begging, his hands are balled into fists and he’s very clearly holding back a lot

and you know him so you call him out on it, you’re trying to get him to open up because you don’t wanna end this on bad terms

he just shakes his head, though. likely to walk away from you completely because he’s not gonna cry in front of you.

mumbles a small “thank you for everything” before leaving

and he’s a pure wreck for days, nearly weeks after

of everyone he’s the quickest to delete your phone contact (to rip the bandaid off) but on his worst nights he cries himself to sleep watching videos of you two that he can’t stir up the courage to delete

hueningkai

the second member of the crybaby team

so no this is gonna suck a lot

because you’ve damn near never seen hyuka upset in any way. his two emotions are :D and :) he’s always a bundle of joy

so when you break the news to him, similar to yeonjun, you see his whole world collapse in his eyes

his eyes start watering and his lip starts quivering

“what did i do wrong? can i try to fix it?”

what hurts the most about hyuka is that he’s really gonna try anything and everything to get you to stay with him

he’s offering up everything, he’s swearing he’ll give you the moon and stars if that’s what you want

and when none of that works, he’s practically sobbing and he’s still begging

and seeing him like that with big fat tears streaming down his face pleading for you, its too much

young love is a son of a bitch :/

he pretty much never comes to terms with it, no matter how hard you try to explain it to him.

you give him one final hug and god he clings to you for dear life

“please don’t go, i’m sorry. i can fix it.”

there’s no easy way to leave the dorms so you have to just untangle yourself from him and go and the poor boy just wails for you

of all of them he struggles the hardest with this. still has you saved as “love of my life 💗🌈✨” in his phone, refuses to get rid of any the pictures you took together

occasionally still texts you whenever soemthing big happens in his life to tell you he’s thinking of you :(

texted you when they won their first big award and it was a bittersweet feeling when you responded with “congratulations, huening” instead of the usual slew of pet names you gave him

yeah he’s still hurting

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chrisevansgoodgirl · 5 years ago

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when you touch me you take me to heaven

summary: reader is in a submissive club with two soft avengers and they bring a surprise dom along for the ride, you know, just so things don’t get too crazy. or Carol and Steve decide they want to make the most out of reader’s crush on Natasha.

warnings: inadequate skincare (seriously, do not just take your makeup off with a single product and then put moisturizer on. But hey, if you’re drunk and that’s all you can do, you’re a star) and a lot of sex. i don’t even remember it all. anal. oral. choking. hair pulling. squirting (but like written in a boring way tbh). some slight edging.

word count: around 8,700.

pairings: carol x reader x steve, carol x reader x steve x natasha

a/n: so, a tad more steve focused than carol just bc the fucking brotp is steve and nat. if you just want smut, skip to the last break bc there’s a lot of talking before that. p.s. this was an ask that was sent to me, i was not creative enough to think of this idea on my own.

You weren’t exactly nervous.

Well, okay, you were. Anyone would be. But not in a bad way. You weren’t getting sick or light-headed or regretting everything that led you to this—though, you were making the mental note to never be around Steve or Carol while you were drunk again.

That was how it had started. You wanted to spend a night out with Wanda, Peter, and Valkyrie. Wanda was having some issues with Vision and she just wanted to forget all about them. Of course, there was drinking.

Two weeks earlier:

When you had even an ounce of alcohol, your control just went straight out the window. You wanted Steve and Carol essentially every god damn second of every fucking day, but when you were drunk? Oh, the same, you just weren’t overly concerned about hiding it.

You were a little too drunk when you returned home to the apartment you shared with Steve and Carol. Even Valkyrie knew the two Captains who could be fun and would be fun if you asked them to, turned all pouty and whiny whenever you had fun without them.

She set you on your knees in front of the door and only moved when she was sure you were going to sit upright on your own. She knocked on the door, ducked down to kiss the top of your head, then sprinted away with a snicker and a ‘see you later’.

Steve opened the door.

You felt impossibly small on the floor before him. And much smaller when he turned down to you and arched an eyebrow. You tried to erase the tension with a smile, but he didn’t look like he was buying.

Honestly, you felt like a child. And that feeling didn’t go away when he leaned down to pick you up off the floor and take you inside. You wrapped yourself around him the very second you could, paying no mind to your dress hiking up so far that nothing was covered.

“Oh, look who finally decided to come home,” Carol called out from the kitchen table.

You looked at her over Steve’s shoulder, smiling only when you saw that she was. Truly, neither of them cared that much about what you did—drinking, staying out late, talking back, being “bratty”, it just made good excuses for them to be assholes in the bedroom.

She was in a thin cropped shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. Steve, well, you couldn’t remember what he was wearing, but you could feel his chest, his arms were around you, and god, he was so fucking tall. And big. And you wanted him inside you. And Carol was fucking stunning and her fucking arms, ugh. You wanted her behind you, one hand around your throat, the other between you and Steve, touching your clit.

You kissed his shoulder first, then turned your head to kiss his neck, his jaw, his cheek, until you found his lips. He didn’t let the kiss last long, instead turning away as he continued toward the bedroom.

“Sleep it off, Y/N,” he directed.

You huffed. “Are you insane?”

He snorted, and you weren’t sure, but you might have heard Carol do the same. “You’re drunk.”

“So?”

“We don’t do this when you’re drunk.”

“But there are different kinds of drunk. Like a little drunk, then a little bit more drunk, and a little bit more than that, then a little more, and then completely wasted… I don’t really remember how many I just listed, but I think I’m only at level 2.”

“Do you even remember your last name?” he inquired.

You didn’t. But whenever you were coming up short in a dreaded interrogation run by the Captain America, you always got around that by being cute. So, you shrugged, and tried, “Rogers-Danvers?”

“For fuck's sake, Y/N,” he sighed. Finally, you were in your room. Only the bathroom light was on, that must have been where he was prior to Valkyrie’s terrible drop off job. He slid one arm completely under your ass and used the other to turn the light on before moving further into the room.

“You have to give her points for that, at the very least,” Carol called out from where she was leaned against the door frame. “It was pretty cute.”

“Sure.” He rolled his eyes, setting you down at the foot of the bed. He glanced between the two of you, contemplating something. “I’d prefer Danvers-Rogers. Makes sense. Alphabetical.”

“And you want to end the name because then Danvers might just sound like a middle name,” Carol accused.

“Well, yes.”

“No, she said Rogers-Danvers.”

“Y/N, really think. Rogers-Danvers or Danvers-Rogers?”

You looked at her, then him, then her again, then him as you leaned back on your elbows. “Whoever takes my dress off first can be the second name.”

Carol scoffed. “Well, Rogers, it seems like that invitation sounds more tempting to you.” She honestly loved watching Steve deal with you when you were drunk. Sober, you liked giving him a hard time, when you were drunk, that only increased. And Steve was easily overwhelmed when you were drunk, torn between his attraction to you, his genuine deepest nature to take the best care of you, and his second nature not to let you push him into doing something he initially said no to. Though, if Carol had to pull out the scoreboard, he didn’t win the battles too many times. That was why there were still Halloween decorations up around the apartment in April.

He went to the bathroom without a word, came back with your makeup remover and a washcloth—the bamboo cloths that Carol always kept you completely stocked on because she knew how seriously you took your skincare. Steve removed the small amount of makeup that had managed to outlast your drunken adventures and you had to remind yourself how uncomfortable your tears made Steve. But really, did he have to be so perfect?

Carol left her spot to enter the bathroom, walking out with your moisturizer which she handed off to Steve. You were so weak for these two idiots. They actually liked to watch you go through your morning and night skin routine, and whenever you put on makeup. They said it was so inexplicably domestic.

Steve got down on his knees before you and set everything aside, reaching out to pull the straps of your dress down. When you went to sit up, he assisted you with a hand to the small of your back. It was a pathetic excuse of a dress, nothing more than a satin slip that you had always pictured them taking off you, the only reason you’d worn it.

He leaned in to kiss across your collarbone, then from the left back in toward your throat. He was so slow about it and you knew he wanted you to voice your impatience, but you would not. You weren’t sure where he was going with this because you knew he wasn’t going to have sex with you, but then what was he going to do?

He gathered the dress around your waist before pressing you back to the bed with his hand on your shoulder. As he pulled the dress down further, he set his lips to the center of your chest and kissed downward until he was under your navel.

You lifted your hips for him, and he skillfully managed to get you out of it despite that you weren’t helping him as much as you thought you were. Then he leaned back, sitting on his heels—ever the gentleman, he didn’t once look away from your eyes even though you were completely naked in front of him. “Did you have fun?”

“Yes.”

“Who were you with?”

“Wanda, Valkyrie, and Peter.”

“That’s an odd group. I thought it was supposed to be a girls’ night.”

“Well, it was…”

Finally, he leaned in, placing the smallest, softest kiss on your inner thigh. It was nothing, especially compared to the way he usually touched you, but it was enough to get you wet. “But…?” he prompted.

“But then Peter looked so down, so Wanda invited him.” You took in a sharp breath when he repeated his actions with the next thigh. “Then I guess it was kind of…a submissives’ night?”

He lifted his eyebrows. “Valkyrie, submissive?”

He was moving closer, you could feel the heat of him on your exposed core and it was driving you insane, though, you figured that was what he wanted. “No, she was the chaperone.”

“Why wasn’t Nat the chaperone?”

“Because we all have a crush on Nat, but we wanted to forget about all of that—” You cut yourself off, hand flying up to cover your mouth. Oh, no, no, no. It had been years, you’d never once revealed your crush on your first favorite Avenger. Sure, by principle, now you had to say it was Steve and Carol, both your number ones. But before all of that, it was Natasha!

Of course, it was Natasha! She was hot and had gorgeous red hair and she was so scary but also funny and smart, and you loved her laugh. And she was so soft! But she also helped you train and when she was really tough on you, that was also hot.

Steve’s eyebrows rose. “You have a crush on Nat?” He glanced at Carol. “Did you hear that?”

“I did.”

“I don’t,” you claimed. “Wanda does. Peter does. Valkyrie does.”

“But not you?” he pressed.

You shook your head. “No—that would be weird. Like…I have a crush on you. You know? And I have a crush on Carol. And you guys are basically the same person. And so, like, if I had a crush on Nat…then who else do I have a crush on? Bucky? Do you think I have a crush on Bucky, Steve?”

“I’m really not sure, honestly,” he admitted, thoroughly amused at your rambling, blushing cheeks, and wide eyes. He wasn’t upset that you had a crush on Nat—he had eyes. And Bucky? Well, not that he was going to delight you with that story, but someone had to teach Steve how to kiss after he managed to get a date with a girl that he liked all the way back when. Long story short, he was freaking out because he had never kissed anyone and Bucky thought he was going to have a heart attack, so he helped.

“I don’t,” you insisted. “I only have a crush on you two. I love you. And I love Carol.”

“We know, baby,” he promised. “Right, Carol?”

“Right,” she assured.

He set his hands on your knees and finally, his eyes lowered to get a look at how badly you wanted him—this was it, you were finally going to convince them that drunk or not, you always wanted them. It was just cruel to deny you when you had little to no inhibitions. Smirking, he stood up and fixed you with a firm look. “Time for sleep.”

Your mouth dropped and he sent you a pitiful look—did you really think you were going to win? “Fine! It is Rogers-Danvers!”

He simply went to turn off the bathroom light and then headed for the door. How sick was he? First, nothing, and then he was just going to make you fall asleep alone? Though, you were sure that was more for your lack of control. Would you really have stopped trying to get them to fuck you? Probably not.

One week and two days earlier:

Regardless, you weren’t nervous… You supposed you had butterflies. Being laid out on a bed in nothing but a red lacy bodysuit that was so lowcut you were practically falling out of it whilst three other people surrounded you, fully clothed called for butterflies.

It had been several days, you’d completely forgotten all about the conversation you had with Steve. Honestly, you couldn’t remember much of what occurred after Peter told you that he could drink more than you. Too many shots were consumed and the three of you ended up crying outside on the sidewalk about how much you loved each other as Valkyrie recorded on her phone—which you learned three days later because she sent it to everyone she knew.

Steve and Carol thought it was hysterical.

But still, everything was blank. You had assumed that Valkyrie brought you home unconscious. Or at least very close to it. You were under the impression that not a thing had been said. Not until Carol got in the shower with you that morning.

She wrapped her arms around you, hands moving to your center as she pressed her body against your back. “Good morning, Mrs. Rogers-Danvers.”

And then it all came crashing back. You turned in her arms, blurting out apologies. You loved her, you didn’t want her or Steve to think that there was anyone else that had caught your eye. Sure, you were physically attracted to other people, but you would never entertain the idea of actually being with someone else.

Before you were even fully through your speech, she pushed you against the shower wall, told you to shut up, and ordered you to get off on her thigh. You weren’t sure if she was mad. You’d had a lot of angry sex over the years and you always thought you could tell by looking in their eyes, but you weren’t seeing anger. But you were sure that she should have been. They had to be mad, right? You were talking about someone else in a way that you should have only been talking about them.

You went to ask but she told you to shut up again, then got on her knees and ate you out until Steve came in and told you both that breakfast was getting cold. Her eyes locked on his, she pressed two fingers inside you.

Steve, always mindful of your safety, reached inside to hold you up against the wall—good, you were surely about to collapse. He had one hand on your shoulder, the other holding your jaw, keeping your gaze locked with his.

Carol placed her mouth back on you and you moaned. Steve took advantage of your open mouth and started choking you with his fingers sliding against your tongue. You closed your mouth, humming blissfully.

She gave you one more finish with and let him lick the taste of you out of her mouth and then off her fingers.

Steve pulled you out of the shower, seemingly not minding that you were soaking his clothes. “Finish your shower, I’ll reheat the food.”

Carol winked at you, pulling the curtain shut.

Steve kissed you hard as he carried you to the bed, hands holding your ass and waist, pressing you against him as much as he could. He laid you down and carefully slotted himself between your legs.

It took seconds before he had his jeans out of the way and he was inside you, rolling his hips desperately. There was something overly flattering when Steve dropped the gentleman ‘you finish first’ routine and fucked you like you were the only thing in this world that could get him off.

When you were all finally sitting down to eat breakfast, Carol decided it was time for a date night. Soon. It confused you because you guys had just had a date night the week before. And it wasn’t a rare occurrence whenever they were off missions, which they currently were, but it certainly wasn’t frequent either.

“Didn’t we just have date night?”

“This will be different,” she claimed.

“How?”

“Well, we want to invite Natasha.”

Your eyebrows pulled together. “Like…for a double date? Who is she bringing?”

Carol shook her head. “Nope, we want to invite her for you.”

Your heart dropped for a second, this small part of you that was always there, always scared that they would get tired of sharing you and just decided to move on. You were getting better about knowing that part of you was stupid, but still, it was difficult to silence at times.

But then, you remembered how competitive these two were. They may want to leave you one day, but that will not be without the most extra competition in the world. They will go with one last battle for you—and it will look ten times worse than when they’re both in moods and they fight over you in bed. Though, you never have many complaints about those nights…

“I don’t think I understand…” No, you were utterly sure you were in the dark. What the hell were they up to?

“Well, you are attracted to Natasha, aren’t you?” Steve finally spoke.

You rolled your eyes. “You guys—”

“And we both love Natasha,” he continued. “I trust and respect her.”

“Yeah, and she is the only person who I’d be willing to let do this. I guess you two could make a case for Bucky, though.”

“Bucky?” you blurted out. “Okay, what the hell are you talking about?”

“We want to watch her fuck you.”

Your eyes widened. You had not heard that right. “I’m…sorry?”

“If you want to,” he clarified.

“Which we would completely understand,” Carol promised. “Natasha is beautiful, and I think she’s always had a little thing for you.”

“You guys think everyone is obsessed with me,” you pointed out. “And you’re crazy.”

“We don’t want to pressure you,” Steve insisted. “We just want you to know that this is something we are completely open to. If you want to do it.”

“We would be there the whole time,” Carol explained. “In control of the whole thing.”

“Well, mostly,” Steve countered. “Nat is very dominant.”

You guys had never spoken about bringing anyone else in and you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about it. It was something you never thought you would have to deal with. It wasn’t like you thought of your relationship with Steve and Carol as primarily sexual. Sure, you guys had a lot of sex, but that was because you were insanely in love with them.

Did you even want to have sex with someone else? Technically speaking, yes, you wanted to have sex with Natasha. Didn’t everyone? But did you, girlfriend of Steve Rogers and Carol Danvers, want to have sex with someone who was not either of those people?

“Babe,” Carol took your hand, “Think on it, we don’t need an answer right now.”

“And there’s no time limit. And don’t feel like you have to say yes. We just thought we would propose the idea. We are fine either way. We could be generous and share you, but we definitely don’t feel like it’s something we need to do.”

“Yeah…I need to think about it.” But you honestly had no idea where to fucking start.

One week and one day earlier:

So, because if the night that got you into trouble taught you anything, it was that there were people you could trust wholly and who would never judge you or tell anyone anything you said. You called another “submissives’ night” and demanded Valkyrie to chaperone again even though you were not going to be drinking much. You just needed to get their opinions on the whole thing. You were scared, for starters.

Did this mean they were getting bored? Wanda told you she would slap you if you ever suggested something like that again—you weren’t drinking, but she sure was, and she always got a little violent after some vodka and tequila mixed. She promised that they were still as in love with you as the very first day that she had read their minds to find out if this was just a sexual relationship or a real one. Something you had not known she did but that you couldn’t really complain about it since you were asking for their help.

Were they testing you? Did they actually want you to say no? Valkyrie took this one. She informed you that she had offered an invitation to hers and Thor’s bedroom addressed to Sif. It had been her idea and there was never a petty thought in her mind hoping Thor would say no or any part of her that felt lesser when he said yes. It was just adding someone into a situation, someone they cared for and trusted completely. You guessed you all felt that for Natasha, she was Steve’s best friend, one of your fiercest protectors when anyone tried to question your relationship, and she’d just always had such a special bond with Carol.

Should you feel some type of way that they were so willing to share you with someone? Usually, they were jealous of anyone who looked at you too long. Peter tackled this with a rambling speech that was actually kind of cute. The gist: he’d never seen anyone love someone the way Steve and Carol loved you. He figured if they wanted Natasha to touch you in a way that they had long ago decided only they could, that just meant that they wanted to spoil you even more than they already did.

But despite their reassurances, they told you that you needed to talk to Steve and Carol some more, before deciding. Of course, they were right, but you had kind of wanted to avoid talking to them about it. You were scared that if you asked too many questions that they would just drop it and then it would just be this awkward thing you guys never spoke of.

But if you couldn’t talk it out, what kind of relationship did you really have? Your questions were random and occurred over the course of many days. One night when Steve was in the home office and you were getting ready for bed, Carol joined you in the bathroom to braid your hair. You decided to go for it.

“You don’t think I’m getting bored with you guys, right?”

Carol snorted. “Babe. First, I can make you come in seconds. Second, I guess Steve has some talents. I don’t know, I’m just taking all of your crying and begging as proof of that.”

You scoffed. “Carol, be serious.”

“No, we don’t think you’re getting bored.”

“Do you think that I’ll eventually want to have sex with Nat so badly that I’ll leave you? Is that why you’re offering this, as like, some way to get it out of my system?”

“No, absolutely not. Look, I think that I am your soul mate. And even though I refuse to say it to him, I think Steve is also your soul mate. There’s something about us that just…clicks. Everything fell into place when we all got together. I genuinely think we’ll all be together forever.”

You turned to her after she tied your hair and she wound her arms around your waist. “Soul mate?”

She arched an eyebrow. “What, you don’t agree?”

“I’m just saying that you guys always accuse me of being the emotional one.”

“Oh no, that’s Steve—he’s a Cancer.”

You smirked. “I do love you both, so much. I couldn’t imagine a life without either of you.”

“You’ll never have to live without us, babe.” She kissed your forehead. “Anything else?”

“No, not at the moment.”

“Good, now get in bed with me before Steve comes and ruins everything.”

“Carol,” you scolded, but your laugh sort of took away the edge in your tone.

Five days earlier:

When Steve was in the office again and Carol was out for lunch with friends, you were bored. You decided there was nothing better to do than bother him, and well, get some answers.

You wormed your way onto his lap, despite his protests that he was working and that he had something important to finish. You completely ignored his promises that it would only take a couple of hours and that he would find you after.

But he was always smart, and he figured your insistence meant you wanted to talk. So, he soon shut up and just waited. He didn’t want to pressure you into speaking, even the conversation was something he wanted to happen naturally, of your own will.

“If we do this…like, if I have sex with Natasha…is that going to be a regular thing?”

“Well…I guess that I want to say no. But I can’t tell you who you can and can’t have sex with—”

“You kind of can, you’re my boyfriend.”

“What I mean is, no. For me, this relationship is you, Carol, and me. Yes, we want to include Natasha in this but that’s something else entirely. Our relationship is not just sex, so you having sex with someone else isn’t that big of a deal to us when it’s with someone like Natasha. This would be a one-time thing. Just…something we want you to experience, something we also definitely want to experience.”

“Okay…so, Natasha once. But then, are you going to want other people—?”

His eyes widened. “No.”

“Well, if I have sex with Natasha…does that mean I’m supposed to be okay if you want to have sex with other people?”

“No. Not at all. Who else would I even want to have sex with?”

You rolled your eyes. “I know you like Bucky, Steve.”

“That is—I mean. Okay, fine. Yes, I like Bucky. He’s…attractive—”

“Yes, he is…and I like his hair.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, I like his hair, too.”

“But I don’t want you to have sex with him or anyone else.”

“That’s okay.”

“Really? Because I feel like it’s selfish and…I don’t know. I just feel immature and controlling and possessive—”

“You know, I like when you’re possessive. Makes me feel less insane.”

You attempted to give him a flat look, but he kissed you before you could.

“I love you and I will never want to have sex with someone else. Okay?”

And that led you to now. Now, dressed in nothing but a low-cut lacy bodysuit that you were practically falling out of. You were surrounded by three fully clothed people who were staring at you like you were their last meal.

Carol had dressed you. Normally, when that happened, that meant there was a lot of touching and she would always eat you out. But nothing, not a single brush of her fingers and you knew it was because tonight, you were Natasha’s.

Everything was happening so fast. One minute you were talking and the next, you were underneath Natasha. She had dressed in a pair of tight black pants and a tighter shirt. That sight alone had been enough to get you wet.

Steve and Carol were sitting against the wall—two loveseats you had never seen. Did they buy them just for this? You were focused on everything but this. You weren’t sure why. Even if this was a one-time thing…you did have a crush on Natasha and part of you couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. And maybe you were starting to get into the idea of Steve and Carol watching, but you were also concerned because were you allowed to enjoy this? How much?

“Hey,” Natasha whispered to you. It didn’t matter that Steve and Carol could hear, she just wanted to speak to you this softly. “Do you want to do this?”

You did. You never would have said yes if you 100% were not interested in this happening. “Yes.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Kind of, yeah.”

“Why?”

“I’m not really sure," you admitted. There was no reason to be nervous, you knew that.

She lifted one hand to pet away the hair that had gotten in your face. Almost experimentally, you did the same. You loved her hair, if you could only do one thing, you wanted to touch her hair. You pulled a curl behind her ear, letting your fingers move down to trace her cheekbone.

She smiled. “Well, let’s see what we can do about that. What do you want me to do to you?”

About a million things. But if you’d learned anything from Steve and Carol, you didn’t just get to ask for things. You had to earn them. And there was only one way to do that: submission. “I want you to do whatever you want to me. Anything.”

Her smirk was wicked until she began kissing your face everywhere. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

You were blushing. You knew you were, and the only confirmation you needed was Steve shifting in his seat. He loved seeing you blush. Your eyes shut and for a moment, you just let yourself feel Natasha.

Her lips gently pressed against the skin of your neck, a contrast to her hands that moved with purpose and dominance. One had pressed up to touch your breast through your thin bodysuit, and the other went down to pull your left thigh up higher up the side of her body.

She brought her lips up to yours, shoving her tongue into your open mouth. She pressed her body to yours, her stomach to your center and just the feeling of her against you, even through the thin layers of clothing you both wore, was enough to make all those nerves disappear.

You loved Natasha, obviously not romantically, but this was not going to be scary in any way. She was one of your best friends and you would die for her. You knew she felt the same about you.

She finally touched you where you wanted her the most but used the lace to tease you further. There was a reason these people got along so well, they all clearly took immense joy in torturing you.

It wasn’t enough. But you couldn’t just start undressing or asking for things, you had to get permission. Or you had to make her want you so badly that she just tore your clothes off and fucked you. You decided the latter was the best option, and you were going to go through all your Steve tricks first—he was weaker—and the Carol tricks if that didn’t work.

You buried your hands in her hair, dragging her mouth down to one of your breasts as you arched your back. “Natasha, please.”

She hummed, turning up with a smirk. “I thought you would last longer.”

“She usually does,” Carol asserted.

“Does she?” Natasha asked rhetorically, eyebrows lifted at you.

“She’s lying,” you claimed, feigning innocence.

Nat scoffed. “Well, I suppose you can have something…but only because you’ve been so sweet.” She began kissing along your jaw as her hands found your shoulders. She rolled the lace down until your breasts were bare.

You shuddered when her lips closed around your nipple, teeth teasing your sensitive flesh. “Fuck.”

She bit down and your hips jerked upward. She caught you with one hand and held you down, her other hand coming up to touch your neglected breast. She pinched your nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulled back harshly as she pulled on the nub with her teeth.

You shivered as the pain slowly ebbed away.

She pressed against you again and realized that you had completely soaked through the lace. “You’re being such a good girl,” she cooed. “You’re waiting for whatever I want to give you. Do you want me to touch your pussy?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes, please.”

“How?” she wondered as her hand snaked down between your bodies. She grabbed a handful of your suit and yanked it upward, the lace catching on your clit.

You gasped as your hips lifted, desperate for more contact.

“Like that? Or did you want something else?”

“I want to feel your fingers inside me.”

She smiled while she moved the cloth aside. She made a low sound in her throat when she discovered how absolutely wet you were for her.

You clutched her to you tighter as you felt the slide of her fingers. “Oh, god, Natasha.”

She began curling her fingers and you were lost in her in mere seconds. She was good at this, too good not to have been with several women. You had never really thought of Natasha that way—who else was she fucking? “You are tight, baby. I can’t imagine how hot it is watching you take Steve’s cock.”

“Maybe we’ll let you see,” Steve commented.

She hummed, green eyes still fixed on yours. Her thumb began the search for your clit, which she knew she found when you gasped her name. Natasha watched you carefully, curious to see all the different reactions she could pull from you.

Part of you wanted to shy away, no one ever watched you like this. Except for Carol and Steve, and it was almost easy to forget entirely that they were on the edge of the room. Watching you. Watching her watch you.

She slipped in a third finger despite that you’d already started tightening around her fingers.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried. “Natasha—”

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, it feels so fucking good,” you managed through breathy moans.

She set her forehead against yours, her lips barely pressed to yours as she worked you toward your end.

It was then that you needed to act out. Behaving, truly? When was the last time you'd done that? If you liked behaving, you figured you wouldn’t have been bent over Steve’s knee earlier that morning, which he made you promise not to tell Carol about. He didn’t fuck you, however, so with nerves out of the way, you were fucking worked up.

You bit down on Natasha’s bottom lip as you came, whining and whimpering as if you weren’t clearly asking for some form of retaliation.

She took the hand that wasn’t inside you and wrapped it in your hair, yanking your head back. You stared up at her with sparkling eyes and a small smile. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

When you obliged, she ordered you to suck on her fingers.

“She has an attitude problem,” Carol pointed out. “We warned you.”

Natasha still only watched you. “I didn’t think she would try anything so early on.”

Steve snorted.

She climbed off you, hands crossing over her arms as she watched you sit up.

You waited patiently, suit still gathered at your hips.

She leaned forward slightly, one hand coming to move your hair out of her way. She stared at your breasts for a long time then sighed as she met your eyes. “You have a beautiful body.”

“Thank you,” you echoed, trying not to blush. She’d just had her fingers in you, certainly that comment wasn’t a big deal. But Steve made a noise and you knew you’d failed.

She moved closer, arms reaching under your thighs to pull you toward the edge of the bed. She wrapped your legs around her hips and took your chin in her hand to force you to look at her. “Are you still nervous?”

“Not really.”

“What do you want? Go on, you’ve earned a little. You are a fucking masterpiece when you come.”

“Can I…taste you?”

She blinked, humming as she cast a glance back.

Carol shrugged, eyeing you almost curiously. “Usually, she’s not so eager to please. She’s a greedy brat when she wants to be.”

Carol calling you a brat? Humiliating. In the best way. She rarely did it, but you knew when she did, you were getting fucked, hard. She would use you for hours and not let you come once. You told yourself you would act up in a few days so you could get her there.

Natasha turned to you, still somewhat surprised. “You can.” She reached for her pants, but you caught her hands.

“Can I take off your clothes?”

She smiled down at you, once more touching your face as she leaned down to kiss your nose. “Sure.”

You rose to your knees, pulling down the thick straps of her tank top, leaving the bra for now. Her body wasn’t like yours and it wasn’t like Carol’s. Natasha had curves, round breasts and hips, and an ass you could stare at too long. The bra was second and your mouth immediately sought out her skin, sucking, licking, biting and just feeling her stomach, shoulders, and arms.

She always looked soft to you, but you were surprised to discover just how soft. It went so far against the myth of the frightening Black Widow,

When you yanked open her pants and shoved them down, you wasted no time in following. She grabbed your hair again and pulled your mouth against her soaking core. You kissed her there once, twice, then licked her slowly. Glancing up as well as you could, you saw that her head fallen back and her mouth dropped.

You let your tongue run through her three more times, teasing her entrance just a little. Something you knew annoyed her or that she enjoyed too much because her hand was tightening in your hair.

“Don’t tease,” she warned.

But you had few opportunities to show the power you held over these people, so you didn’t stop. Not until she had your hand clutched in her hair and tore you back. She shoved you back onto the bed and all you did was smirk.

Natasha didn’t look annoyed, there was a clear thrill in her eye. Yes, she was going to punish you, but she was going to have fun doing it. Her hands gripped the suit and she tore it down your legs.

She sat down next to you on the bed and tapped her fingers on her thigh. You hurried to get onto her lap, and she smiled at you. She set her hand, palm up, on her lap, holding out her first two fingers pointedly. "Ride my fingers."

You watched it all as you situated your hips over her hand and then sunk down on them. You threw your head back, arching your breasts closer to her.

She took the hint and began biting and kissing you there.

You rolled your hips once a tad gently, something she clearly didn't like as her hand came down on your ass.

"Fuck my fingers," she said. "Make yourself come and give me a good show."

You moved your hips with a bit more force, hands clutching at her shoulders, nails digging into her skin.

"What do you need, baby? How can I make you come?"

You let go of one of her shoulders, searching for her hand on the mattress, but didn't dare stop moving. When you found it, you placed it over your neck.

She didn't need to be told twice, she tightened her hold around you, getting wetter over the sounds of your strangled moans.

When you finished with a cry of her name, she shoved you back down on the bed, her fingers thrusting in and out of you at a devastating pace. You were screaming as well as you could manage with limited breathing, terribly oversensitive, and she was completely uncaring.

She stared into your eyes the whole time. You kept whimpering to her, telling her you couldn't give another one. She didn't believe you for a second, she knew a needy pussy when she felt one. You would come as many times as she told you to.

After you had finished around her fingers, she pulled them away and sucked them clean.

"If you want to see how beautiful she looks when she's riding, I have a few straps," Carol offered.

Natasha perked up, smirking at you. "Get one."

She was underneath you again. She laid there waiting as you slid down onto the thick purple piece between her legs. It was big but you were determined to take it all, knowing that once you did, it would bury deeper inside her pussy as well.

You started off slow again, trying to adjust but she tsked at you.

"Ride me like the needy little whore I know you are."

Your cheeks automatically flushed—Steve and Carol had never, they just weren't into it. You weren't sure that you were either, not until Natasha said it. Now, you were soaking wet and bouncing on her like your life depended on it.

"Shit," she cursed, propping up on her elbows to get a better look at you. Of course, she was obsessed with watching your breasts move with you. But now your skin was flushed and glowing, your eyes were glassy and watering, your lips were swollen and wet. She had officially destroyed you and she was nowhere near done with you.

When you were just about there, she rolled over so she was on top. You whined unintelligibly and began rolling your hips upward. She caught you, pressing you flat down to the bed and shushing you.

"I was close," you blurted out. "I—"

"Shh," she interjected, now carefully pulling out of you and pressing back in the same way.

It took you a few seconds to realize that she didn't intend to let you come. She wanted to ruin your orgasm. Shit.

The second time she let you on top of her, she directed you to fuck yourself like you had been before. You noticed Steve and Carol had moved much closer and taken off all their clothes, her hand was around his hard cock and his fingers were buried inside her pussy.

Natasha grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at her again. "Right here, don't make me tell you again."

As her hands roamed every inch of your body she could reach, you once more built yourself up. And again, just before you could finish, she threw you onto the bed.

"Please," you whimpered, and yet again, were shushed. Steve and Carol were getting louder and you were growing more frustrated.

Natasha adopted a torturous pace even despite your pleas. You were shaking and sweating, nearly on the verge of tears, but that was how they liked you. The sixth time she pinned you to the mattress, she turned your head to Steve and Carol.

They frantically touched one another and were vocal about just how close they were. Carol collapsed against the couch first, moaning loudly as Steve continued crooking his fingers inside her. He hissed a curse and long streaks of his cum painted his stomach and chest.

Natasha pulled out of you completely and you looked at her curiously. "Go clean them up."

You nearly stumbled off the bed, all three prepared to jump into action if they needed to catch you. You fell to your knees before Steve first, leaning forward to lick his cum from his skin. He watched you the entire time, fingers running through your hair.

You crawled over to Carol and she grabbed a handful of your hair, bringing your mouth straight to her hot, wet cunt. You didn't make her finish, that wasn't the point.

Natasha pulled you away before you could manage it, dragging you onto your feet when she was satisfied. She kept you facing them, equally between the two seats.

They watched in complete awe as Natasha slid back into your pussy from behind. Her hands came up to your neck to hold you against her and she began pounding into your relentlessly.

Tears were falling when you got close again, you were so frustrated and wound up you felt like you would explode. You were so, so close, something she noticed when your legs began to shake.

You were just about to beg her to let you finish, tell her you would do anything for it, when she pulled out and threw you back onto the bed.

"Natasha," you sobbed, "please."

She came over to you, fingers running up and down your spine. "Shh, baby, just keep waiting and being a good girl."

You buried your face in the blankets and felt her moving one leg at a time off the bed. She had you bent over the edge, ass perfectly propped up for your captains to see.

"May I?" she asked.

"Let me get some lube first," Steve responded.

Of course, she would ask. Of course, Steve's best friend would know how possessive he was when it came to your ass. You felt her pour the cold liquid against your asshole and you shivered. There was no way you would last long if she fucked your ass. You startled when you felt Steve's hand move along your ass and you turned your face to watch him.

"You okay with this?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

He nodded once at Natasha, gaze stuck where she was pushing into you.

You clutched at the sheets as you felt that familiar stretching sensation, eyes focused on him. His eyes were darker, his jaw set. He stroked himself, mouth parting with a small sigh.

When she was flush against you, Steve reached out to brush your hair away from your face with his free hand. "Is she making you feel good?"

You nodded.

"Are you ready for her? Let me hear you, doll."

You reached back toward her, hand on her head to pull her down for a kiss. "Fuck me, please."

That was all she needed to hear. She held your waist to the bed and began moving her hips steadily.

You turned your head once more when you heard her tsk. She was pulling Steve's hand off his cock.

"Patience," she directed. "I'm going to need your help in a second."

Steve's attention found your face once more. He sat on the bed next to you, once more shoving your hair back. You caught his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing his hand hard.

"Carol," Natasha called out. "Get a strap on and come here."

As Carol moved around the room, Natasha rolled onto her side, taking you with her. Your body was completely displayed to Steve as she began pounding into you.

You directed his hand to your neck, a silent plea for him to choke you. He made a small noise in the back of his throat as he curled his fingers around you, applying just the slightest pressure.

The bed dipped as Carol laid behind Natasha and the latter moaned in your ear. Her hips stilled and she let Carol control everything for just a moment. Every time her hips rolled, Natasha's followed, pushing the dildo deeper into your ass.

"Touch her," Natasha ordered.

Carol reached over, fingers almost instantly finding your clit. Your strangled moans filled the room, along with slapping skin, and the wet noises from your pussy echoing Carol's quick fingers.

You were so close you couldn't breathe. Natasha had kept you on this edge for too long and now, it was nearly shameful how desperate you were for a finish.

Unfortunately, Natasha pulled Carol's hand away just before you could come. You whimpered indistinctly, latching onto Steve's forearm—he would spare you, he always did.

"Nat," he scoffed, "Don't be cruel."

She laughed a little. "You know, maybe that's why I'm here. You're a little too easy on her."

He kept one hand on your throat, letting his opposite touch your cheekbones, your swollen lips, the wet skin under your eyes. When you had started crying was something you were unaware of. "Maybe. But isn't that why you love me, baby girl?"

You nodded and choked out, "Yes."

He smirked.

"Is that the only reason?" Carol teased and Natasha snickered.

"No," you hurriedly promised.

Steve shushed you. "She knows that baby. Come on, guys, she needs something."

"Get inside her," Natasha suggested. "Wasn't I promised a show?"

He leaned closer, briefly kissing you as he pushed his body closer to yours. Natasha laid the side of her face on your shoulder, turned down to watch his cock slip inside you. She pulled your leg back to give herself a clearer view, sighing when she saw how slowly he was sinking into you.

Tears fell from the corners of your eyes and you bit down on your lip to silence some of the pathetic sounds you knew you would make. You didn't even care how used your pussy felt, how sore you had already come from just riding her. Everything was second to your desire to orgasm.

Steve didn't stop until you had taken him completely and by then you were shivering, so built up you felt you would faint if you didn't get some relief soon.

"Shit," Natasha muttered. She turned up, kissing the side of your face. "You are such a good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes," you agreed.

She grinned. "You wanna come?"

You gasped, "Please, please, I need it so bad."

Natasha finally let Carol touch your clit again. Both she and Steve took that to mean that they could resume. Carol thrust hard because she knew that was the best way to make you feel her even if it wasn't her directly behind you. Steve was just a tad gentler, most concerned with keeping you close to him and making sure you were getting what you needed.

Natasha angled your head back to her, lips gliding over yours. Your mouth was open, asking for her tongue and moaning into the kiss. It was sloppy and wet and everything you wanted in that moment.

You felt yourself getting close once more and you were terrified that Natasha would make them stop. You were begging before your brain had even though up anything coherent.

"It's okay, baby. You can come for us."

Without the fear that she was going to take it away from you again, you could just focus on what you were feeling. It was overwhelming but you had waited too long to take any of it for granted. Up until nearly the last moment, you'd thought what you were feeling was the result of being denied for so long.

Not quite, Carol and Steve definitely knew how to edge you. But this wasn't that, this was more in every possible way. Every thrust, every touch of Carol's fingers, or Steve's unrelenting hold on your neck was pushing you somewhere you'd never been.

You felt like you could just burst. Like you were a ticking bomb about to go off. You reached out blindly and felt skin but you'd lost all sense of direction and had no idea who you were holding onto, who you were silently begging to keep you grounded.

You'd lost sense of most things, in fact, but when you finished, you were distinctly aware of the liquid pouring from your pussy, completely drenching Steve.

His hips halted for a moment but that was merely so he could steal you away from Natasha and Carol. He rolled over on top of you, using his hands to part your thighs wide. He was concerned with nothing but his own end. Now flat on top of you, his pelvis never lost contact with your clit and he was hitting this sweet spot inside you that was driving you wild.

Once more, your orgasm tore through you and as your body moved completely of its own accord, you squirted all over him. You'd never sounded so wet, his cock slamming into you had never sounded so messy.

"Fuck!" He held onto you tight, hips barely moving anymore as his cum filled your pussy.

"God, Rogers," Nat complained, shoving at his shoulder hard enough that he had the good sense to get off you. "Try sharing a little."

Natasha pulled you back to her, turning you in so you could curl up to her. You were not yet over your high and were completely satisfied just letting her hold you.

"She's never done that before," Steve informed.

"Really?"

"Really," Carol confirmed.

"Huh," Natasha echoed thoughtfully. "Well, you're welcome."

"Yeah...make her do it on me now," Carol suggested.

Natasha snorted, hand running through your hair. "Give her a minute." She turned down to you, hand lifting your chin so you would meet her gaze. She was overly satisfied with herself at the faraway, hazy look in your eyes. "Did you like that, baby?"

You nodded because words were not something you could currently produce. You were barely aware that she was running her hand up and down your arm, trying to pull your focus back to her.

"Good, we're going to do it again in a minute."

You weren't sure you could but the look on her face was uncompromising.

#carol danvers x reader #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #carol danvers x reader x steve rogers #steve rogers x reader x carol danvers #(i still don't know which tag we use)#carol danvers x reader x steve rogers x natasha romanoff #my writing

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asterekmess · 4 years ago

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S3A - E7

So, I’m starting this episode right after finishing the last one, and I’m still kinda riled up from that bullshit. Let’s get to pissing me off and breaking my heart then. Blood/gore mention warnings for this episode.

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Let’s just jump right in:

Starting right off with forcing myself into putting the tag in. Scott literally just listened to his mother say that giving this woman something to lessen the pain of her injuries could complicate things and make it harder to treat her. This is like an important medical thing. While yes, it’s really upsetting that she would need to keep being in pain, she needs to be able to identify and explain what exactly she’s feeling to the doctor who is going to be arrive really soon (though I have no idea why the nurses aren’t able to get these people set up. That’s what they did with me? I didn’t see a doctor for like an hour, but they didn’t make me sit in the fucking waiting room before dealing with the blood.) Her pain level will have a direct effect on how quickly she’s seen. This moment is meant to show Scott being soft-hearted, but with the doctor only ten minutes away, he could literally be making this woman’s life a whole lot worse by taking away her pain right now. There is a reason why after I was given pain killers for my surgery I wasn’t allowed to be near any heavy objects. Her pain is keeping her from irritating her wound. She could fuck herself up if she stops responding to the signals her body is trying to send her. This is not the right way to make Scott look kind. He looks like an idiot who doesn’t even listen to his nurse mom.

WHo the FUCK would keep driving with a bunch of bugs in the car? She’s not even on the interstate! PULL OVER IDIOT.

I’m actually agreeing with Scott on this one. I have no idea how medically accurate what melissa just did was, but it look pretty damn cool.

WHat the hell is this conversation? First off, Ethan, you made VERY clear in the last episode that you want to bite Danny even after he said no. Even if that was the possession talking, it was based on what YOU wanted. Danny’s not safe with you. Second, what is this bullshit about knowing Lydia is the important one? Important to Stiles and ALlison maybe. Scott literally never talks to Lydia. THIRD how exactly did you guys come up with that idea when you went after them on the FIRST DAY? You sniff him on them? cus’ if so your noses are damaged.

what...what is with this ghost car shit? She was in the middle of the city, more than ten minutes away from the hospital and behind the traffic caused by the ten car pileup. How did the car drive itself ALL THE WAY here?

Ethan. you’re an alpha. you have night vision. You shouldn’t need to ask what the fucking MOTH in the middle of the driver’s seat is.

HI NOAH! I’ll be honest. I missed you. You’re a really good actor and you just make me feel all safe. WHich is weird bc I hate father figures and I hate cops. Linden Ashby is just too good, I guess.

It’s so frustrating watching Deucalion walk around with humans pretending to be blind. Because he is. He is Pretending to be blind. He’s already proved like a dozen times that he can see just fine when he turns on the Alpha eyes. Which doesn’t make SENSE because Deaton said his iris’ were permanently damaged. He doesn’t have two different sets of eyes! And it sucks, bc they put in these little things that it would’ve been awesome to see if they included an actual blind person properly. The casual use of the cane, taking someone’s elbow and the trust that implies, and even this. Having (that looks like ethan’s coat) Ethan explain what’s in front of Deucalion, describing the scene to him.

DEREK YOUR SECURITY SYSTEM SUCKS. HOW DID THEY DO THAT WITHOUT YOU WAKING UP? WITHOUT CORA NOTICING?

Also, Cora, you look amazing, can you please be my friend and can I hug you? I love your shirt.

I HATE THIS BITCH. Fuck you Julia.

uhh....why is an English teacher filling in for a chemistry/geometry teacher? That’s not how substitutes work. Making a joke out of it doesn’t make it make any more sense. SHe shouldn’t be doing that, especially if Harris has been missing for a while.

So your office can keep werewolves out, but not darach? Okay, let me go full conspiracy theorist here. we only know Deaton saw the moths because we see it. He just tells Scott that he’s going to be taken. This is a story that Scott is telling, so he couldn’t know that deaton saw the moths unless deaton told him. Julia is currently teaching a class. Are you seriously saying she doesn’t need to be involved at all in order to do these kidnappings? She can just put them on a timer and let the autmoatic spellwork do the job for her? OR Is deaton lying about being taken, and this is just a test he came up with to force Scott’s “True Alpha”ness to the surface? JUlia clearly had other plans for her sacrifice. I don’t think Deaton was a ‘distraction’ to keep Scott from finding the actual sacrifice. I think it was Deaton using the situation to his advantage.

why does deaton have a canine acupressure chart on his wall? I’ve never seen a vet’s office have that. Does he do alternative medicine for dogs??

BOYD. ISAAC. MY BOYS. I can’t tell you how much I love this. It’s so sneaky and annoying and so pack-ish I just love it so much.

BOYD YOU ARE A GENIUS BOY AND I LOVE YOU.

I swear, like ninety percent of what the ‘adults’ in this show say is ‘go back to school.’ ‘shouldn’t you be in school’ yadda yadda. Like, they want so badly to write the teens as though they never have to go to class, so they just make them constantly skip and ignore that these are fucking teenagers who would never be able to get out of school that easily, and they handwave it with someone occasionally going ‘hmm, weird that they aren’t in school’ and then just ignoring it? Truancy is like a THING that you can get in major trouble for. At least Boyd and Isaac called in sick. You know how you could have avoided all this class bullshit? PUT THE FUCKING SEASON DURING THE SUMMERTIME DUMBASSES.

It just hurts seeing Stiles beg for Scott not to make him tell his dad, and then turn right around and admit that it’s not okay for him to let other people suffer just because it scares him that he might lose his only parent. Like, he walks into that sacrifice with eyes wide fucking open and it hurts.

I’m not talking about these dumb sex scenes anymore. I’m so tired of them.

OKay, can we talk about the fire alarm thing though? It sounds like a jokey kind of thing with Aiden teasing Lydia about wanting to leave during the fire alarm but... Remember how Lydia was haunted by Peter’s burnt corpse? How she can hear the cries of the dead, and how she went wandering into the crumbling remains of the Hale house? There’s every chance that Lydia remembers the fire through Peter’s eyes. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was forever freaked by fire alarms.

Man, Cora and Lydia, together? The sass involved? If I didn’t ship Allydia so hard, I’d totally ship Cora and Lydia.

ONce again, I wanna point out that AIDEN IS A MURDERER. Literally all it would take is someone Explaining to Lydia that he is serial killer and she’d never touch him again.

Cora and Stiles together? I’m loving it. I just, wanna point out that when Scott showed up Cora couldn’t have given less of a shit. But here....Cora doesn’t remotely question Stiles’ authority here. She immediately goes along with it and when he tells her to let go of Cora she does. Even though she has no real reason to. When she asks about the spirit board, it’s a legit question and she doesn’t argue or make fun.

PLus there’s the whole ‘Well do you know any spirits” which straight up just confirms for me that ghosts and shit are real in this universe. I trust the Hales as lore sources and Cora’s matter-of-fact tone is good enough for me.

jesus christ i wanna get deucalion and Peter in a room together and watch them just...monologue random facts and trivia at each other endlessly. “Lacrosse was originally played by Native Americans.” “Do you know what a metronome is?” Guys. come on.

Exasperated Stiles is literally my favorite Stiles. “We’re trying to save lives here for the love of god” “YOU”RE SOMETHING, OKay? JUST put out your Hand” It’s so fucking good.

Someone EXPLAIN TO ME how Scott learned to do fucking gymnastics. WHEN DID HE LEARN THIS? I hate this bullshit “I’m a werewolf, so I can do anything” shit. Especially since it’s LITERALLY just Scott they let do it. Everyone else has to actually do the work to learn it.

So...how exactly does Deucalion know where Deaton is? This literally just supports my theory that Deaton set the whole thing up.

ALSO, since I already have the tag I feel no shame in pointing out that Scott didn’t even HESITATE when he learned Derek was going to die. He immediately asked about Deaton. Yeah yeah, Deaton is a father figure to him, but if that’s an acceptable excuse for Scott to use now, then it should count as an acceptable one when it’s STILES” FATHER BEING THREATENED (but I digress, we’re not there yet.)

How did I never notice that Lydia’s Left handed?

andd.....how did Lydia know that? How did Scott know that? What did Deucalion say that even remotely hints at Danny? Scott doesn’t know about Danny’s paper...what?

Fuck yeah, vengeful Boyd. I dig it.

uh....why couldn’t allison just stand next to Scott in the closet. you know, like she did while he was getting in? Also, why was Allison hiding with him anyway? It’s HER HOUSE and HER BEDROOM.

um....okay, i know that we all like the sterek fics where they have to hide in the closet and one of them pops a boner...but I’mma be real, it’s a lot more uncomfortable when I know she broke up with Scott and they’ve been in there for like ten seconds. Plus there’s the whole knowing that she DEFINITELY has enough room to move away and so does he. *shrug*

Side note: Allison where the fuck do you get these clothes? THey’re both awesome and...kinda weird? Did you buy that dress in france?

okay, i’ll admit it, i do actually kinda like the camera angle through the map, with the blacklight lighting up the symbols (though the symbols flash on and off a little too fast). It’s kinda cool.

uh, how would taking the picture help? You don’t have the blacklight over it? None of the markings are visible anymore

why does Chris keep walking in and out? AND WHY DIDN”T ALLISON DO THAT THE FIRST TIME?

Stiles in plaid and Converse? Yes. Yes. please. That’s so my aesthetic I’m so fucking jealous. He looks COMFY.

This whole interaction is just so fucking weird XD

But like, why would Stiles know to go through Danny’s stuff instead of just asking him why he might’ve been targeted??

HOW WOULD THEY KNOW TO CUT THE POWER? THIS DOESN’T MAKE SENSE. Why does the ALpha pack keep showing up with way more information than they should have? It’s so annoying! It’s one thing if Morrell is feeding them information, but she wouldn’t have KNOWN about this! This was a good plan and there’s NO REASON the Alphas should’ve known what Boyd, Isaac, and Derek were doing! What the fuck?

....god i love Derek’s red eyes.

....god i hate that I know where this is going.

....god i wish he’d just let them tear her apart.

I know that it’s meant to be setting up the cora/stiles thing, but I love that she doesn’t hesitate to touch him, and that when she stops him it’s with a very quiet “stop.” She’s really gentle with him, which is just fucking nice. Werewolves taking care to be gentle with Stiles is like...nice.

Since when did Scott know about the plan with Boyd and Isaac? Since when did Stiles know? Is Boyd seriously texting Cora while Derek and Kali are fighting, or did he text her as soon as the power was cut?

is this the first time we see a werewolf bounce off the mountain ash? I mean, I think so, but we also see Peter in S1 try to get past some. There’s no glowing when he comes into contact with the shield. It’s the same with Isaac and Erica in s2. I mean...I guess they’re just trying to upgrade the ash stuff? I gotta say though, I kinda prefered when there were no special effects. It seemed cooler when literally the only thing making it work was belief and having this totally invisible barrier that Peter couldn’t cross. It was cool.

....i think i’m procrastinating seeing the end of this fight. I’m gonna fucking cry.

Why...why does Isaac turn and yell ‘wait’ to Boyd when he was the one running forward to Julia? I am confusion.

Dude, if Alphas could break through mountain ash barriers then Talia Hale WOULDN”T HAVE DIED. THE HALE PACK WOULDn’T HAVE DIED.

I wanna point out here, that this fight between Derek and Kali makes sense for once. Him losing makes sense. We know that the Alphas are much older than they look, or at least Kali, Deucalion and Ennis were. Aiden and Ethan don’t show up in that flashback. ANyway, Kali’s probably in her thirties or forties. SHe’s much older than Derek and she’s been fighting for a lot longer, not to mention fighting to kill.

Seriously, someone get my boy a quarterstaff to knock her feet away.

I really really don’t understand this stuff. Why is it whenever people (I mean Derek, because it’s literally always Derek) get forced to use their werewolf claws/teeth (because again I cannot believe this is happening more than once) he for some reason can’t just...shift back? Retract his claws and fangs? Derek has amazing control, he should totally have been able to do it. With the venom it made sense, he was paralyzed. But now??

What exactly was the fucking point of having Scott break the mountain ash barrier, just to have the sheriff show up and shoot Deaton down? That was literally useless.

also, Noah is an amazing shot. Hot damn.

ALSO. LIterally all this info about true alphas is being whispered to Scott when he’s all alone? How the fuck am i supposed to trust that deaton even ever said that shit to Scott? He could totally be lying about it.

WHAT KIND OF TOTAL BULLSHIT BACKWARDS ASS PLOTLINE IS THIS? After half the season being about Deucalion attacking Derek and trying to get him into the pack, suddenly “Deucalion isn’t after Derek, he’s after you” WHAT? THat’s the STUPIDEST LAZIEST SHIT I’VE EVER SEEN.

and to end my rant BOYD SHOULD NOT HAVE DIED. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? PETER STUCK HIS ENTIRE HAND THROUGH DEREK”S CHEST IN SEASON 1 WHIL IN HIS ALPHA FORM AND THREW HIM INTO A WALL AND DEREK SURVIVED JUST FINE. WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE???

Final Thoughts: No. No, no, no no, no, and no. The ‘plotline’ of this episode is literally like fifteen things that have nothing to do with each other.

Admittedly, there were a few nice moments. Cora, Lydia, and Stiles was an awesome trio. Boyd, Isaac, and Derek was an awesome trio. The sheriff? Amazing. Melissa? A fucking hero. Danny, a genius saint.

All in all, I’m going to tear this episode to shreds in order to rewrite it. Get fucked, Davis.

#personal #anti-scott mccall #TeenWolf-Rewatch

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emmaswcns · 3 years ago

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Hi Renee! Hook, David and Snow for the character headcanons? <3

becky, thank you !!

going under a read more <3

killian jones:

Sexuality Headcanon: if someone told me a really convincing reason why hook could be considered anything but straight, i'd love to hear it and absorb it bc that would be so amazing for me. but unfortunately, killian has made it quite clear that he's quite the ladies man lmao

A ship I have with said character: obviously captain swan. the more i re-watch the show and don't skip over the cs parts, the more i remember how cute they actually were. it's still team #swanqueen for me, but hook makes emma happy and therefore i am happy lmao. also, ariel and killian could've been hot !

A BROTP I have with said character: captain charming! also like i said in my other post, i do wish that neal had survived longer bc neal and hook would've been a great duo. ALSO, it's not a brotp bc killian hates him, but the few interactions between will scarlett and killian were great and i loved those two together

A NOTP I have with said character: idk any notps i would have for him. probably just henry honestly but that goes for any character in this show

A random headcanon: this is more a headcanon about a scene rather than just hook, but i just recently rewatched snow drifts and i am convinced that emma brought ef!hook back to his ship to have sex w him bc time traveler!hook told her NOT to go to the ship and when emma gets there and sees time traveler!hook there, she's like "what're you doing here?!" / "i thought you'd be gone by now" which means she was TOTALLY planning on going back to the jolly roger with ef!hook and i think we all know what would've happened had time traveler!hook not been there. that's not really a headcanon about hook, sorry, but it's the only headcanon i have that has him in it really lmao. (i don't think abt killian too much oops)

General Opinion over said character: i actually do like hook's character now that i am rewatching without being bitter about captain swan. i feel they ruined him the same way they ruined emma, just not as horribly. he still had a personality by the end - albeit, not his personality, but still a personality where emma was like a dead fish for two whole seasons. i like that he has a redemption arc and all that, but at the same time, i absolutely adored captain hook opposed to killian (if that makes sense? like villian hook) and he was probably one the best villians on the show imo.

prince charming:

Sexuality Headcanon: as much as i would love to see some captain charming romance, david strikes me as pretty straight

A ship I have with said character: snowing always and forever. no contest there.

A BROTP I have with said character: captain charming and also emmadavid. i know they're not really a brotp really, but i love daddy!charming and i love how similar david and emma are and i love when they work together on stuff and when they're both sheriff !!

A NOTP I have with said character: david and kathryn. it never made sense bc it wasn't supposed to and i just didn't like kathryn's character that much (probably bc of the curse but you know lmao)

A random headcanon: i just always find myself thinking about how much of an amazing father he would've been to emma had the curse never happened. like he'd be totally obsessed with the notion that emma wouldn't love all the girly things about being a princess and she'd love riding horses and sword fighting and all that stuff he'd love teaching her but also he'd be the dad who cried his first time seeing emma in a ball gown ugh i love them :'(

General Opinion over said character: he's a bit questionable in the beginning (having an affair and all that but they were cursed so i can't judge too hard lmao), but david is such a solidly good character. he steps up to the plate as dad of the year multiple times when snow is less than helpful w emma and he is truly a prince charming and i love him very much

snow white: (oh becky... you opened a can of worms here lmao)

Sexuality Headcanon: mary-margaret? straight as a whistle. enchanted forest!snow? i could see enjoying the company of men and women (all her time w ruby? come onnnnn)

A ship I have with said character: obviously snowing !! not even a contest for any other ship there.

A BROTP I have with said character: regina & snow. i always say it and i am a broken record, but their character development together is *chefs kiss* and i love how close they become by the end.

A NOTP I have with said character: um maybe whale? lmao. i've seen some instances of cora x snow and i can't get behind that. some evil queen x snow tho? i could possibly get behind it but probably not still.

A random headcanon: i hate to say it but i think emma and snow would've had a hard relationship had the curse never happened. i think snow would've wanted emma to be the typical princess, and emma obviously wouldn't be. i feel snow would pressure her a lot and emma would pull away and spend more time with david and possibly grow to resent snow the way regina resented cora (not in the same way ofc, snow would never kill emma's first-love/any love of hers but you know what i mean)

General Opinion over said character: okay i was obsessed w mama!snow in season 2, having that time with emma in the ef and having that heart to heart in emma's would-be nursery. i really liked her until season 4 when she had baby neal and was acting as if she didn't have another child. i understand that emma is what 29 by this time? maybe 30? but like, she's also her child who needed her and it just felt that snow kind of threw her to the side to focus all her energy/love on neal and it's quite obvious in episode 4x7 when she looks at/treats emma like absolute shit. she then realizes what she's done and feels badly BUT then she supports emma and thinks it's a good idea for her to get rid of her magic so she could be "normal"... yeah i just did not like snow past neverland. she was not a good mother after that point imo.

#ask games #becky tag #once upon a time #ouat

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im-the-punk-who · 4 years ago

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Miranda and Thomas for the character ask meme! (Am I predictable? Maybe. Do I care? I do not.)

Okay I skipped to this one because WHOOOOOOOO BOY DO I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THESE TWO LMAO. Also please continue to be predictable you know me you know my FEELINGS. Uh. As a warning this is. Long. Like it was 3k at last count. Please...please bear with me.

How I feel about this character

Miranda:

Honestly my growing feeling is that I wanted such a different arc for her. She gets used for Flint’s progression(not even necessarily by Flint, but by the writing of their characters) she gets shit on by the world, she gets her world taken away, and then when she finally tries to start taking the things she wants from it back, she is killed.

I both love, and growingly ... hate is not the word. I hate her character arc. I love my girl, who is smart, and funny, and sure of herself, who knows what she wants, knows how to get it, and in a world dominated by men isn’t afraid to cross them when it needs to happen. Who saw her world fall apart and saw the man responsible and didn’t shy away from a course of action she knew would lead to his death. Who was called a witch and shunned and had rocks thrown at her and somehow managed to build anything from that, with Flint only there sometimes and even when he was there, still angry and lost over a past that she is trying to move on from.

God I just. my thoughts on Miranda are ever evolving and ever changing. I love her, and honestly I can’t even blame her for betraying James because their interests were SO at odds with each other that it was inevitable.

Thomas:

Okay there are literally not enough words to explain how much I love Thomas Hamilton. I may actually love him more than James McGraw. Proportionally to how much information we are given on him I certainly do. I’ve written more meta on him(and my longest fic to date) than any other character.

Thomas Hamilton is so important. WHY is Thomas Hamilton important?

Because he recognizes that everyone is entitled to belonging, to not being shunned for who they are. Because he believes in love, and the goodness of things, because while this is true he is not naive about who he is or what London is - nor does he shy away from hard truths. Because he is angry about injustice, because he refuses to capitulate to societal norms even when the right path is easier. I love him a lot because of the fact that the first thing he does when he sees James after ten years is to check in with him emotionally.

I love him so so so much because he’s cheeky and intellectual but uses that intellect for the best better he knows how to. Because when he’s shown he’s wrong he changes course because he knows that pride is a useless emotion that stymies us in connecting with other people in the ways we are meant to connect. Because he knows that shame and trying to hide who you are, those are the things that keep us apart. He knows that knowing someone and making yourself known is the truest form of connection.

I love him because of the growth we see him go through - Thomas Hamilton has more character growth in 15 minutes than some characters have the entire show. And it is because all of these things are true: because he actively seeks to better himself, and does not shy away from his own flaws and moral failings. He is a radical because he truly believes that a better world is possible, and that love and forgiveness and understanding WHY someone is the way they are, are the paths to that better world. and I just. really love him for it. Okay?

Thomas Hamilton Stan First, Human Being Second.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Miranda:

Thomas, James, Peter Ashe’s wife

So I’m gonna kind of budge into my Thomas answer with Miranda, but I have a LOT of thoughts on her lmao.

So with James and Thomas, I do believe that she was romantically and sexually involved with both of them, at least to some degree. I don’t really have a strong opinion on how much, because that honestly changes with the story that’s being told, where in there relationship they are, etc, but I do believe they were a true triad in every sense of the word. Like Jack and Anne, I think sex particularly between Thomas and Miranda was inconsequential to their love of each other, and their romantic compatibility. Particularly because I view both of them as having other sexual partners, it’s just not important to me to define that part of their relationship.

With James, it’s different but with some of the same machinations. Personally, I don’t think Miranda and James work as a solitary couple. They need Thomas as the fulcrum to function, and I think while this is exacerbated by Thomas’ death, it would have been true regardless. James and Miranda are very different people in a way that leads to a lot of conflict if they’re put directly to each other.

Miranda is an individualist, she thrives on having things of her own - her garden, her relationships with the Puritans, her social life in London, her extramarital affairs - Miranda to me is the definition of an independent woman, but not in the way that makes her incapable of love or romance. Just that she puts herself before her romantic attachments. James is the very opposite - the people who are important to him are all important, and I think Miranda is a bit stifled by that, especially when trying to fill the hole left by Thomas. James needs people - he needs partners and people to be dependent on and intimate with and attached to. It’s what makes him work so well with Thomas, but with Miranda it’s a source of tension. And so, while I do still ship them in Nassau, I tend to view them as very dysfunctional, lost, still loving towards each other but having a difficult time showing that in ways the other can understand. (James sees everything he is trying to build as a sign of his love, Miranda sees asking for the pardon as a symbol of hers.)

Okay and here’s my galaxy brain, off the walls take that I’m subjecting anyone to who will listen:

My crack ship that I will sail into that good night is Miranda and Peter’s wife, because I like to headcanon that Miranda is trans and Abigail is actually her daughter but they never told Peter bc like LMAO why would they and also Abigail looks enough like her mom and sort of like Peter that it never came up -esp since her mom was never unfaithful and just always hanging out with her galpal Miranda.

(This also neatly solves the ‘Is Miranda barren’ question about why she and Thomas never have any kids bc the barren woman trope is one i HATE WITH A PASSION lmao.)

Anyway so Miranda and Peter’s wife are A Thing but like, Miranda knows what London is and she’s breaking enough rules being trans, presenting as female, and being in love with a woman, so she marries Thomas when Peter and his wife(who I’ve taken after Meg in calling Kitty) marry, but Thomas is totally cool with it and he’s like ‘this is actually super convenient so have at it.’

(I LOVE this scene because it hints at Miranda having had this struggle before - of having to learn the difference between a little danger and mortal danger and having to potentially give up things in order to survive in a way that seems more serious that just a woman avoiding a marital scandal.)

So anyway this is also like, why she’s so desperate to return to London society because it’s so much easier to pass when there are Rules yaknow?

But then they find Abigail, and Kitty is presumably dead, and she finds out Peter betrayed them as well and well she just MCFREAKIN LOSES IT.

Anyway this is my sandbox you’re all welcome to play in it. Enjoy.

Thomas:

Miranda, James!

So yeah I’ve already talked about how I see Miranda and Thomas so let’s move on to the fucking main event, Thomas and James.

THOMAS AND JAMES.

Do you have an hour to talk about my two perfect boys, Thomas Hamilton and James McGraw?

Anyway so like obviously I ship Thomas and James together and to me the best thing about their relationship is that they do compliment each other’s needs so well??? Like, Thomas, who has probably never had someone really stand up and defend him, he has people talking behind his back, even Peter and Miranda indulge him more than they should.

And then there’s James who’s like ‘BRO, MY GOOD LORD, this is MADNESS’ and FIGHTS him and MAKES him explain his case and MAKES him change his mind and see the reality in things, and doubts him and openly is like ‘My Lord I have grave doubts about whether or not something like this isn’t jsut straight up stupid.’

And Thomas is just so CHUFFED because

1) HELLO have you seen Lieutenant James McGraw and

2) Lieutenant James McGraw isn’t afraid to tell him he’s being an absolute right piss pot.

And THEN his whole world view starts changing because of this man, and THEN he finds out that James??? Defended Miranda???? and he’s like ‘oh no <3’ and he starts actually really trusting and valuing James’ opinion and THEN JAMES STANDS UP FOR HIM AGAINST HIS FATHER and Thomas is like ‘well sign me up for the next war’ and they learn and grow and TRUST one another so much.

Ans on the other end there’s James, who wants so badly to BELONG to something, who has probably always been both too smart and not well bred enough, and then he meets Thomas, who doesn’t give a shit about his birth, who recognizes his talent, who LISTENS when James speaks. And not only that but he’s the most honest person James has probably ever met? And he CARES. Really, actually CARES about how his actions and the actions of his family and England as a whole affect those who are under their control. And he argues, and fights, but James learns, and he’s accepted into the Hamilton’s home as if he’s always been there. And he’s fooling around with Miranda and just gay up FALLING for Thomas and every time he thinks he’s fucked up Thomas is??? Pleased???? And then Thomas suggests possibly the DUMBEST thing James has EVER heard come out of his mouth.

Pardons?? For ALL of the Pirates???

Thomas.

Thommy.

T-Dot-Ham.

But Thomas is like THEY’RE MEN. THEY DESERVE A SECOND CHANCE. THEY’VE BEEN FAILED BY US AND IT’S OUR RESPONSIBILITY TO SEE THAT WRONG RIGHTED. WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE IF THEY’RE TRAITORS TO THE CROWN - THE CROWN CAN FORGIVE THEM.

And I think this is the moment that something really snaps into place for James, because he’s lived his life knowing his preferences aren’t accepted, that he is technically betraying his crown and country simply for being, and here is Thomas - and I do imagine James knows Thomas fucks men because as i’ve said before there’s no real reason for Thomas to be hiding it?

SO ANYWAY he’s having a small breakdown during dinner while Thomas is arguing with his father and Alfred Hamilton is being a RIGHT CLASS GRADE A MOTHER FUCKING FORK DISASTER. And James just. He snaps. He gingermcfucking snaps because THOMAS. THOMAS believes in forgiveness and he BELONGS in this house with these people

Because in this house, with these people, is where he belongs, and there’s no way he’s gonna let Alfred Hamilton talk to HIS FAMILY like that lmao.

someone should be willing to defend it.

So anyway then they smooch and then they fall even MORE in love because Thomas IS where James belongs and someone is standing up forThomas in a way HE’S never had before. And then. God then everything falls apart but in the end they do survive, they both survive, and at the end of all things, they find each other again and just...listen i’ve written so much about the finale lmao. but this truly sums it up

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Miranda:

Honestly I always wanted to see Max and Miranda interact, or Miranda and Hal. Like can you imagine, more than anything else, Hal and Miranda teaming up to absolutely destroy James Mc-fucking-Graw?

Iconique.

And Max and Miranda I just feel like would at first have SUCH hostility towards each other, but I feel like they could bond over living in the shadows, and what you sacrifice to do that.

Thomas:

ANNE MC-FUCKING-BONNY

I just really get the feeling that Thomas and Anne would be absolute besties and would get along like a fucking house on fire. And maybe actually set the house on fire. Thomas is SO open and Anne is so closed off and you would never think it would work but it does for some reason and they just. Are besties. End of.

I also think he and Madi would have a really interesting and fun relationship with Thomas once they got to know each other. They are extremely similar characters in their core ideologies and feelings about the people they view as their kin. I think they would definitely butt heads over a lot of things but I think they would also both understand that to make an omlette you have to break a few very hard skulls.

They both try to understand where others are coming from, and that core curiosity is I think what would be so fun to explore with them.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Miranda:

Miranda is Silver’s true parallel in the series and there’s not really anything anyone can do to change my mind I have proof. They’re literally the exact same character except her anger gets her killed because she’s a woman.

(ME? BITTER? Like milkweed.)

But even beyond that, like...listen there is a whole list of parallels in things they do, how they think, how they act when endangered or when put to a choice, who they chose, how they choose...

My unpopular opinion I suppose is that Miranda never understood James’ true motivations, because she always desired to return, whereas returning to civilization was never going to be possible for James. (And, that James never understood her, as a corollary.)

Thomas:

I’M REALLY SORRY I’M GONNA TALK ABOUT THE EXACT THING YOU DID BUT FROM THE OTHER END LMAO. I’m a trash human.

Edit: I went back over this with a fine tooth comb, and reworded/changed a bit of my opinion in this post. I still think that there’s clear indicators for Thomas changing from the first time we meet him to where I think he would be in the finale, but also that like, he was born, grew up, was supported by and lived in a colonialist system and that those things are almost impossible to throw off when they’re so ingrained in your own privilege.

So my unpopular opinion is that viewing Thomas as a supporter of colonialism throughout his arc ignores the character development we’re shown.

I absolutely agree that in the beginning he is aligning with colonial views even as he seeks to change them, but after the hanging date with James we see a huge shift in his view about what's wrong with Nassau. He basically looks at the whole situation with the pirate being hung and says

By the time he’s come up with the pardons I think it’s clear he’s seen that the way England does things is wrong.

James says that Thomas believes England needs to systemically rethink itself in 2x03 and that the pardons were a way to seek to change England entirely in his talk with Rogers.

We’re shown his character move away from the colonialist views he started with, even in London. He recognizes they’re a problem and is trying to figure out a way to fix them.

Now, do I think that he still had room to grow? For sure. Just like James, he has only just begun the journey.

But I think framing his entire character in London as a static upholder of colonialism ignores a lot of the real character growth were given in the 15 minutes he's on screen. We have five scenes with him and in every one his character has changed and grown - and I think that's one of the things that I love most about him is that when he's shown he's wrong he actively tries to correct himself rather than doubling down like Guthrie or Peter or Silver, or a dozen other characters. Or even James sometimes.

The beautiful thing about Thomas's character to me is how fluid and open to change he is and I think viewing him as merely a colonial agent or stuck in colonial thinking tends to ignore that part of his character completely.

ALSO I think there is this false dichotomy of thinking that a revolutionary character can only be someone intent on tearing down the system. That ISN’T true and just because you’re working from inside the system doesn’t mean you support it. Thinking like that is exactly how you get shit like today, where people say we shouldn’t participate in government because it’s broken and the only way to move forward is to tear things down completely.

/end rant <3

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

MIRANDA LIVES. MIRANDA CONFIRMED TRANS.

THOMAS MORE SCREENTIME WHEN!! THOMAS HAVING DIALOGUE OR MOMENTS THAT ARE SHOWN TO BE THROUGH HIS ACTUAL LENS AND NOT SOMEONE’S MEMORIES OR STORY.

GIVE THOMAS AGENCY BLACK SAILS CHALLENGE.

I mean tbh, I would love to rewrite the whole damn thing but my biggest things are that Miranda doesn’t die, and is given a chance to choose her own ending - maybe she decides to stay in Charlestown! Or goes to Boston at the end, when Jack goes to visit Guthrie!

And that Thomas got some scene - ANY scene - that was shown through his own eyes. We only see him in Miranda and James’ flashbacks, or Silver’s story. We never actually hear him speak through his own words and that is like, the biggest tragedy of Black Sails, that so many characters(Thomas, Madi, Flint, even Anne to a degree) are denied the agency of their own story through the narrative itself.

Also shame farm what shame farm in this house James Oglethorpe is represented with historical accuracy and Thomas has been working alongside him to keep Georgia a slavery free colony,, they’ve been reducing the prison populations in London, and he’s basically got an army of radicals ready to go when his sexy pirate husband returns from war.

Listen there’s no shame in asking me to write more than the 4500 words I’ve already written today about Black Sails Characters.

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