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smileysuh · 7 months

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Love Plug

🌙 starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “The only things Johnny’s horny for are things that come in green: money and weed. He doesn’t date, babes, and you two are on a date.”

tw/cw. weed/drug use, shotgunning (kissing after John's taken a hit from a joint), reader likes wine, alcohol, plug!Johnny, unprotected sex, oral (f/m receiving) face riding, big dick john, 69-ing, size kink, grinding, multiple reader orgasms, fingering, pussy stretching, dirty talk, praise, ass groping, hand job, creampie/filling kink, cumming together, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel, sweet thing, good girl

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.9k

🍭 aus. plug/drug dealer!Johnny, semi-strangers to lovers, Valentine's Day, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know this is slightly late, as it's Valentine's Day themed, but I hope ya'll like it anyway! big thank you to @sehunniepotwrites, my beta reader, my fellow John lover, my bestie- Love you girlie, thank you for helping me edit this to get it posted on time 💕

Being alone on Valentine’s Day is never fun. It would be one thing if you were with your girlfriends, but today, you’ll truly be alone. Everyone is busy, people are working, or with significant others- you feel like you’re the only person without plans, and it’s driving you completely insane.

Your apartment is spotless, you’d gone on a cleaning bender to distract yourself from today’s date, but as three o'clock rolls in, you find yourself sitting on your couch and staring at the ceiling.

There’d been a time in your life when boredom would make way for addictive traits. Dopamine-filled hobbies that you’ve since done your best to squash. But as three becomes four and you have nothing to satiate yourself - not even the pink bottle of wine in your fridge has been able to drown your loneliness - you begin to consider more drastic measures.

You’d never been a stoner, per se, but you’d gone with your cousin a few times to pick up from her run-of-the-mill dealer. If anything can help you relax and watch a movie, you think it might be some Grade A Indica.

Unknown number: Hi John, are you out today?

John: define out. Who is this

Unknown number: shit

Unknown number: my cousin gave me your number, I’ve picked up from you a few times

Unknown number: You probably don’t remember me but my name is y/n

John: I remember you

John: how much do you need?

Unknown number: I’m thinking $100 worth?

John: I’ll bring my shit. Text me your address and I can be over within the hour

Usually, when your cousin has gotten in contact with John, he comes to her apartment and the two of you go outside, filing into his truck. He has a duffle with jars full of weed, shatter, and the like. You give him money and he helps you decide what your night is going to look like.

When John calls you half an hour after you’ve texted him, you’re already almost at your door. “I’ll be down in a sec,” you tell him, searching for your keys.

“How about you buzz me up instead?” he suggests. “I’m outside the front door.”

You freeze for a moment. As far as you know, John’s never come up to your cousin’s apartment, and the idea of inviting the sexy local plug up into your one bedroom is sketchy… but at the same time, you’re feeling kind of desperate.

“Okay, type my apartment number into the keypad and I’ll let you in. The elevator will take you to my floor.”

You hang up, and a moment later your phone rings again. You press the buzz-up key and hold your breath.

You’re not sure if you’re scared of being alone with John because he’s a drug dealer or if you’re frightened of your own lack of self-control. John’s one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen and this is Valentine’s Day. You’d been planning on maybe getting a little high, pulling out your vibrator, and having a good time with yourself… but if you could have a good time with him…

You give your head a shake, reaching for your bottle of wine. You pour the last bit of it into a cup, lifting it to your lips while you wait for the local plug to arrive at your door.

When he knocks, you practically jump, heart lurching in your chest. You scurry to your door, not wanting to make him wait- not wanting any of your neighbors to see the tall, sexy, tattooed man standing outside your home.

John greets you with a grin. “Special delivery,” he jokes, stepping past you and into the apartment and looking around. “You’ve got a nice place.”

“Thank you.”

You watch him head into the living space. He walks as if he’s been here before, as if he belongs here. The duffle makes a thumping sound when he nonchalantly sets it onto your small dining table, but John doesn’t immediately open it to show you the product like he does when you’ve bought from him before.

“Is it just me, or does it feel kind of sad in here?” John asks, turning to look at you.

“Hmm?”

“I just mean…” he gestures around, “spotless house, a pretty girl alone on Valentine’s Day… you haven’t bought from me in a while, sweet thing, I kind of thought you’d quit.”

“I did quit-” you stutter, “I mean… I was never a huge stoner or anything, so I wouldn’t say I quit-”

John grins while watching you search for an explanation. He leans back, palms flat on the dining table. The black v-neck he’s wearing shows off some of his chest piece and the tattoos on his neck are definitely a distraction as you try to formulate words.

“Look, all I’m saying is… I’d hate for you to lose your sobriety streak because you’re feeling lonely on Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m not exactly sober,” you scoff, reaching for your glass of wine.

“Is that a rosé?”

You look down at the liquid. “It’s a pink strawberry sparkling wine.”

“Sounds nice. Give me a taste.” He holds out a hand, and it’s clear that it’s more of a demand than a request, so with a sigh, you hand your cup to the local plug.

John swirls the glass, then he lifts it to his lips. He doesn’t sip, doesn’t take his time, he simply tilts his head back and downs the wine in two large gulps. When he’s done, he wipes his hand across his mouth, grinning mischievously. “Yummy.”

“That was the last of it,” you groan. “Now I have to hit the liquor store too.”

“Is it usual for you to get crossed, sweet thing? Weed and wine? You must really be feeling some type of way today.”

“So says the drug dealer working on Valentine’s Day.” You roll your eyes, annoyed that he’d downed your whole glass and isn’t cutting to the chase of your transaction.

“Ouch,” John laughs. “When did you get such a mouth on you?”

“Since you just drank an entire cup of wine in two seconds and started talking about my sobriety streak- are you going to sell me some weed or not?”

“For a girl with nowhere to be, you sound like you’re in a rush,” John muses. “You want to get me out of your home that badly, huh?”

“I mean, I would have preferred meeting you at your car,” you admit.

John simply shrugs. “And I wanted to see how dire your situation was. Clearly, it’s pretty fucked. Listen, we can still go down to my car if you want.”

“Will you sell me the weed if I go with you?”

“Nah, but I can take you out for a drink instead.”

His words hang heavy in the air, and your mind does mental gymnastics to make sense of the suggestion.

Is he asking you out?

Finally, you ask, “Aren’t you working?”

“The good thing about being your own boss is you can always say fuck it, I wanna go to a bar,” John points out. “So are you going to come with me and let me distract you better than weed would? Or are you going to mope around here with no wine, no weed, and no sexy plug to make you feel better?”

You definitely have a sexy plug or two hidden away under your bed that could make your day better- but you don’t tell John that. Instead, you let out a sigh. “I guess I have nothing better to do.”

“That’s the spirit, sweet thing, now let’s go on an adventure.”

The place he takes you to is a complete dive. It’s a dark ambiance, and as you settle onto a bar stool, you notice the stickiness of the counter in front of you. John, however, seems completely at home here. He doesn’t mind the alcohol-stained wood, leaning over it to speak to the bartender over the loud rock music that plays through the establishment. “Two shots of the regular,” he announces.

“You got it, Johnny,” she laughs, turning to grab a bottle of whiskey from one of the higher shelves.

“So I guess I don’t have to ask if you come here often,” you breathe.

“And I don’t have to ask if you’ve been here before. You stick out like a sore thumb, sweet thing. Relax a little.”

You let out a sigh. “Are we really going to do whiskey shooters?”

“I’m buying so I’m choosing,” John insists. “But if you want a cocktail or something, you can get that too, on me.”

So instead of taking your money today, he’s spending his money on you.

John is an enigma, and the confusion you feel has you more curious than ever.

“So how’d a guy like you get into your line of work?” you ask.

“He’s eighteen, gets stupid tattoos on his neck and hands, is rejected from other lines of work, and then discovers he has a talent for growing the best weed in town,” John responds. “Although, between you and me, I’m pretty good at growing orchids too.”

You had not pegged him as a plant guy. He’s always seemed so one-dimensional, and you realize now that your stereotype of him had been wrong. You’d never have thought John was the one actually growing the product he sells, and the idea of him nursing an orchid - a famously difficult flower - has your heart softening.

The bartender returns, setting two shots in front of you and John. “How’s your day going, Hyuna?” John asks, picking up a conversation with her.

“It’s going,” she sighs.

“Ouch, that doesn’t sound good,” John muses, pushing one of the shooters in front of you. “I thought you were seeing that new guy- the finance bro. Figured you’d be with him today.”

“I’m not sure he’s the commitment type.” Hyuna brushes her long dark hair over a shoulder, looking between you and John. “Besides, someone has to run this lonely hearts club here. You’re ruining the single vibe by bringing a date.”

“My bad for not introducing her, by the way,” John grins. His arm comes around the back of your chair, and he pulls you closer. “This is sweet thing, I’m saving her from making bad decisions today.”

“Yeah? And how are you doing that?” Hyuna laughs.

“By substituting one drug for another.” John picks up his shooter, turning to you. “To bad decisions.”

With a sigh, you grab your own shot, lifting it to clink against John’s. “To bad decisions,” you echo.

The whiskey is like fire as you shoot it, and you have to do your best not to sputter from how bad it tastes. You feel your face scrunch up involuntarily, and it earns laughs from Hyuna and John.

“I think we can all agree Johnny’s taste in alcohol is a bad decision,” Hyuna muses. “What can I get you, sweet thing?”

You order your drink of choice. John asks for three more shooters. When Hyuna sets them all down in front of you, John holds one out to her. “This one’s for you. I’m sorry it’s not working out with finance bro.”

Hyuna assesses the shot, then, with a groan, she grabs it. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“No one’s gonna care,” John insists. “And we both know your manager is in love with you. Just take the shot, babes.”

Hyuna rolls her eyes and downs the drink. She sets the glass down, her perfectly manicured black nails dragging along it momentarily. “You and your annoying tastes.”

“You’ll learn to love this,” John assures her. “You learned to love me, right?”

“After I got over how annoying you are.”

John only laughs. He downs another shot, bringing his total to three. Then he stands up abruptly. “Vape break,” he announces. “You girls better not have too much fun without me.”

You watch him leave, sipping on your cocktail.

“So how did you two meet?” Hyuna asks, half turning to remove some glasses from the washer so she can polish them while you chat.

You lean forward, whispering, “He’s literally my plug.”

“John’s everyone’s plug,” Hyuna laughs.

“How about you? He’s a regular?”

“Yeah, but I also dated his sister once upon a time,” Hyuna explains. “He was her annoying kid brother. I did my best to be nice to him but things didn’t end so well with her- then three years later he came in here, all tattooed and wreaking of weed- He recognized me right away, and he’s been coming in here ever since. Tips good too.”

You’d been wondering about the specificities of their relationship. Hyuna’s gorgeous, like- one of the prettiest bartenders you’ve ever seen. Her lean arms are covered in intricate tattoos, her nails are filed to points, her hair is perfect, her cheekbones are prominent and her lips are puffy like pillows-

Who wouldn’t have a crush on her?

“He’s an interesting guy,” you muse finally.

“Don’t let his tattoos fool you,” Hyuna says, meeting your eye. “He’s a sweetheart. He just likes to look all tough because of his job.”

You consider what she’s just said.

“So…” your throat feels a little dry. “Does he often come in here with girls?”

“Never. And especially not on Valentine’s Day.” Hyuna sets a cup down, leaning over the bar top to get a good look at you. “So tell me, sweet thing, what’s the end goal here?”

“Hmm?”

“Johnny might be an annoying plug, but like I said, he’s a good guy. I’m not dating his sister anymore, but he’s still like a kid brother to me. I don’t want to see him get hurt.” There’s a beat of silence. “He’s giving you heart eyes, and he let you choose your own drink. John doesn’t even let me choose my own drink once in a blue moon when we go out. He’s also never cared about what drugs I do, so why does he care so much about you? What makes you so special?”

“I…” you set your cocktail down. “I really can’t answer that.”

Hyuna cocks her head, pursing her lips. “Girl to girl, don’t be a bitch to him. I’m the one he’s going to come crying to if you reject him really hard. Let him down softly, if you have to.”

“Honestly, girl to girl, I don’t even know if he’s into me that way.”

“Sweet thing,” Hyun scoffs, “you must be blind as a bat. Don’t you see the way he’s looking at you?”

“I sort of thought he was just horny for Valentine’s Day.”

The bartender lets out a barking laugh. “The only things Johnny’s horny for are things that come in green: money and weed. He doesn’t date, babes, and you two are on a date.”

Your lips part to respond, but the door to the bar opens and John comes back inside. He lumbers over with a grin, taking the seat next to you. His arm slides around the back of your chair and he leans forward, looking between you and Hyuna. “So what did I miss?”

“Nothing important,” Hyuna lies.

“In that case, I think I’m going to order a-”

“You’re aware that at some point I’ll have to take your keys away, right?” Hyuna raises a brow at John. “I just gave you three shots, you have one sitting in front of you still-”

“We both know I’m a heavyweight,” John insists.

“Sure you are,” Hyuna rolls her eyes, “and your skin is naturally pink.”

You assess John. Hyuna must have good vision, because in the shitty lighting of the bar, you can hardly tell that John has definitely flushed from the alcohol. His cheeks are a rosy hue, and he looks as boyish as ever, a stark contradiction to the neck tattoos that are also beginning to blossom with color.

“How about this… two more shots,” John bargains, holding up three fingers.

Hyuna scoffs loudly.

“How about… two more shots,” John continues to hold three fingers, “And I’ll buy dessert so my body doesn’t turn into a complete whiskey barrel.”

“Two desserts and you have a deal,” Hyuna sighs.

“Two desserts it is.” John sits back in his chair. “What are you thinking, sweet thing? This place has a really good brownie, although, there's no weed in it.”

“We’ve also got apple pie with ice cream, tiramisu from the Italian place next door-” Hyuna does her best to be helpful, and you’re beginning to appreciate the tough love elder sister act thing she has going on.

You order the dessert that sounds most to your liking, and as you wait, John begins to ask about your cousin. “She’s a trooper,” he muses. “I sold her this massive thing of mushrooms last week and she texted me like two days ago asking for more.”

“She’s a heavy hitter for sure,” you agree.

“She told me once that she only does things like weed and shrooms because they come from the Earth,” John continues. “Never asks for links to cocaine or MDMA or anything- just the Earthy shit. She told me it’s cuz she’s a Taurus.”

You laugh. “That’s my cousin.”

“It was interesting meeting you for the first time,” John continues. “Your cousin gets into the car, knows exactly what strains of weed she wanted- pretty sure she was buying shatter. And there you are, asking for a blunt. Didn’t know if you wanted indica or sativa or a hybrid…” John shakes his head, as if it was the most baffling experience in the world. “In the end, I gave you some indica. Could tell you had a lot of anxiety and shit. I was kind of happy when you stopped buying, I’d hoped you’d found some other outlets or something.”

“I picked up wine,” you say, only half joking.

“Look, on our way back to your place to drop you off, I’ll stop and pick up a bottle for you to make up for what I drank earlier, deal?”

“Deal.”

John grins, and then you see his hand dipping down into his pocket. “Vape break.”

You watch John lumber outside again, and you release a deep sigh, meeting Hyuna’s eye. “Boys and their vapes.”

Dessert had helped mellow John out somewhat, and he’d actually been pretty law abiding while driving to the liquor store after. The two of you are now walking around the aisles, with John asking you all sorts of questions about your preferences when it comes to booze.

It feels shockingly domestic, especially when people go to move past you and John’s hand finds the small of your back, gently prompting you in front of him to make way for others to go by.

“What if I get us two bottles, and you let me come up for a movie,” John suggests as you reach for a replacement wine from earlier.

“What sort of movie?” you ask.

“Anything you want.”

“Are you sure I’m the only lonely one today?” you tease. “You’re being pretty clingy, John.”

“Anxious girls love a man that clings,” the plug insists. “Here, I’ll sweeten the pot for my sweet thing. Three bottles of wine, on me, and I’ll hand roll a blunt that will blow your socks off.”

“What happened to not wanting me to lose my no-weed streak?”

“I never said I’d let you smoke it, I just said I’d hand roll it and you’d be super impressed by my skills.”

You let out a laugh. It’s shocking how much your opinion of him has changed in a few short hours. You can’t believe how comfortable he’s making you feel.

“Fine. Three bottles,” you agree.

John grabs two more to join the one in your hand, and you head to the checkout. As you’re waiting in line, his phone rings, and he brings it to his ear.

“Hey, Mark…” John’s eyes meet yours. “I mean, I’m kind of busy… You really need it huh? Okay, give me a sec.” The plug presses his phone to his chest. “I’ve got a buddy who wants to link up. He lives pretty close by. It would take like… ten or fifteen minutes max. You good with that?”

“Yeah,” you agree. “Sounds okay.”

John lifts his phone back to his ear. “Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes. You better be waiting outside though, I told you I’m busy.”

A short while later, you’re sitting in the front passenger’s seat of John’s truck as he pulls up in front of an apartment building. A man in a hoodie and baseball cap is standing there, and he quickly gets into the back, giving you an odd look.

“Mark, this is sweet thing. Sweet thing, this is Mark,” John says smoothly.

“Dude. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

John ignores the comment. “How much are you spending today?”

“Five hundred.” Mark pulls a wad of bills out of his pocket.

“The usual?” John asks, reaching down for the duffle by your feet.

“Half shrooms, quarter indica flower, quarter butter or shatter, whatever you think is best today.”

“You got it.” John sets the duffle gently on your lap, rifling through it. He begins to pull things out, like a jar full of weed. As John sections it off into bags, Mark leans forward to get a better look at you.

“Sorry for interrupting your plans,” he says sheepishly.

“That’s okay,” you assure him.

“You guys up to anything fun?”

“Movie night,” John answers, tossing a baggie of weed back at his friend.

“Nice.” Mark nods to himself, waiting patiently.

Soon, John’s fulfilled the order. Mark hands the cash to the plug, and with one final nod and half smile, he gets out of the car.

“So…” John’s hand returns to the wheel. “Movie night?”

You’re two glasses of wine into the movie when John begins to roll a joint. He’s seated next to you on the couch, his thigh just touching yours as he bends over the coffee table. For a guy with such large hands, he’s more adept than you would have thought he’d be at the fine-tuned movements needed to make the perfect joint.

You’re more enthralled by him than the movie at this point, and you can’t help the way your body reacts when he lifts up his nearly finished product to swipe his tongue across the paper. He seals the joint masterfully before turning to meet your gaze. “I’m gonna pop onto your deck for a moment to smoke this.”

“I’ll join you,” you tell him immediately, pausing the movie to stand up.

You follow him outside, momentarily taken aback by how cold it’s gotten.

John pulls a lighter out of his pocket, and after one sharp flick, he begins to smoke the joint.

You like the way his jaw looks in the shadows of light from the deck lamp. He’s so handsome and regal-

The cloud of smoke he exhales is bigger than anything you’d ever be able to do yourself, and even that is sexy in some odd way.

“You’re really not going to give me a hit?” you ask.

“Nope.” John looks at you with a lazy expression and a half smile. “You’re the good girl, and I’m the bad guy, remember.”

“Bad guy,” you scoff.

“Why are you laughing, sweet thing? I’m a plug with tattoos. I’m bad.”

“You’re a softie.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh. “Says who?”

“Says me,” you insist.

“Yeah? And how do you figure?”

You think about it for a moment before responding. “You’ve taken care of me today… even though you didn’t have to.”

“Well, I wanted to.” John takes another puff, blowing it in your face. “It was pretty self-serving actually.”

You roll your eyes, waving away the smoke. “Sure it was, John.”

“Johnny,” he says quietly. “Call me Johnny.”

You stare at him, taking in his pretty face, the way his perfect lips wrap around the joint when he takes a puff. “Johnny… be for real. Why are you here?”

He lets out a laugh, but there’s little humor in it. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You shake your head, holding your breath while you wait for him to elaborate.

Johnny sighs. “Look. I’ve always liked you. I liked having you come around, needing an explanation about weed, and joints versus blunts, and indica versus sativa- it was like… it was like having a little bit of sunshine every once in a while. Then you stopped buying, and I was happy about that, but I also wasn’t. Hadn’t heard from you in months, didn’t have your number, couldn’t ask your cousin about you- you texted, and it’s Valentine’s Day, and I came up and saw you were alone- and… I don’t know… I just hate missed opportunities, and I couldn’t let this one pass me by.”

You’re really not sure what to say. His demeanor is usually kind of joking, he’s the type to always have a smile- but right now, he’s not smiling, not joking- he’s being dead serious.

“I’m happy I messaged you.” You feel stupid as the words leave your lips, but they bring back Johnny’s boyish grin.

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh,” you step closer, looking up at the tall plug. “Thanks for taking me out for drinks.”

“It would have been a crime to leave a sweet thing like you alone on Valentine’s Day, and trust me, I know all about crime.”

God, he’s such a goof. Why is he so endearing?

“Do you know about shotgunning?” you ask.

Johnny’s brows furrow for a second. “I’m shocked you know about shotgunning.”

“Do you wanna try it?”

The plug looks you up and down. “Is this a ploy to get at my joint?”

“Nuh uh,” you shake your head.

Johnny leans forward, meeting your eyes as his lips almost brush past your own. “Liar.”

He pulls away, slotting the joint in his mouth. He watches you while taking a long drag. Then he’s removing the joint and bending down again, meeting your gaze.

You lean forward, reaching to gently grab at his shoulders. Your heart is racing a million miles a minute in your chest, and you do your best to exhale, although it comes out shaky.

“Kiss me,” you whisper.

Johnny doesn’t have to be told twice, he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours in an open-mouthed kiss. He exhales the smoke into your lungs and you do your best to breathe it in, but Johnny’s so much bigger than you, and you have to pull away before he’s completely finished his breath.

You sputter a little, feeling tears in your eyes. There’s a rush through your body, and you feel a little wobbly, but your grip on Johnny keeps you standing.

“John-” As soon as you’ve recovered, he’s kissing you again, but this time, it’s not for the purpose of shotgunning.

This time, he’s kissing you like he means it.

Like he needs it.

His large hand cups your cheek, and he releases a soft groan when you kiss him back, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders to pull him closer.

He tastes like weed and wine, and oddly enough it’s not a bad combination. As his tongue swipes past your lip and you open your mouth for him, you find yourself releasing a groan of pleasure.

Johnny returns the sound. In the periphery, you’re aware of him flicking the joint to the ground in favour of grabbing you with both hands. First, he cups your hips, pulling you flush against him, but after a moment, he reaches down to squeeze your ass too.

You go for a breather, and he takes the opportunity to kiss your throat, teasing his tongue against your skin and making you shiver in the cold evening air.

“You know…” you thread your fingers through his hair, “if you won’t give me drugs to use for happy chemicals, the least you could do is give me an orgasm.”

Johnny chuckles, pulling away to look at you with eyes that somehow sparkle. “I thought that was a given, sweet thing.”

“It better be,” you tease, cupping the back of his neck to bring his lips to yours again.

This time, when the kiss deepens and Johnny bends down to cup your ass, he lifts you off the ground, prompting you to wrap your legs around his hips. He pushes the door open behind you, taking you back inside.

You’re so lost in his lips you almost don’t realize he’s moved past your couch, and then he’s gently laying you onto your bed. “So how do you like it?” he asks, pulling away so he can tear his hoodie and shirt off, revealing a toned chest, and all the tattoos you’ve been itching to see.

“I like it any way you want to give it to me. Dealers choice.”

Johnny lets out a laugh. “You’re cute.”

“You’re cute,” you retort, hooking your fingers in his belt to draw him closer again.

Johnny presses a hand to the bed by your head, bending over you so he can kiss you. Your thighs wrap around him, pulling him fully on top of you while you’re locked in the hottest tongue battle of your life.

He’s just so big and sexy- the weight of him is enough to have you gasping, even though he’s still holding himself up with his elbow now propped into the bed.

His free hand finds your hip, slipping under your shirt to trace your skin. Each brush of his fingers builds the fire in the pit of your stomach, and as he slowly moves to grasp your breast, you find yourself almost dying with need for him.

You whimper lewdly against his lips, pushing your chest up toward his palm. With a bra in the way, you can’t get the proper stimulus against your nipple, and within moments of him massaging your tits, you begin to tear your shirt off, needing more.

Johnny helps you remove the fabric, tossing it to the side so his mouth can find your throat. “You’re so pretty,” he muses, reaching under you to undo the clasp of your bra. “Can I take this off?”

“Yeah, fuck- let's get naked.”

Johnny chuckles, pulling away to look down at you. “You sure you didn’t drink too much wine, sweet thing?”

“I’m mostly sober.”

“And that shotgunning didn’t make you needy?”

“You make me needy,” you insist, cupping his face. “You know how you said you were into me months ago? When we first met, I swear I thought you were the sexiest plug I’d ever seen.”

“Probably the only plug you’d ever seen,” Johnny points out with a grin.

“John,” you meet his gaze, “earlier, when you first got here, I wasn’t even sure if I should invite you up. I was worried I’d lose my self-control and jump you or something- trust me, the physical attraction has always been there, but… getting to know you today, I like who you are inside too… so, just fuck me, yeah?”

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to us lonely hearts, huh?”

Instead of answering, you kiss him again, tangling your fingers in his hair. Johnny groans when you tug gently, and he grinds his hips down against your own. You can feel the bulge of his cock as it drags against your core, and you’re pretty sure your panties are going to be ruined after this.

You can’t help yourself, you trace your hand down from his shoulders to his chest, then his abdomen- then you cup his cock, applying pressure that has him moaning again, thrusting against your hand for friction.

“I think I kind of want you in my mouth,” you admit breathlessly.

“That’s funny, I want you in mine.”

You think about it for a moment. “Sixty-nine?”

“Fuck, you’re a girl after my own heart, aren’t you, sweet thing?”

You can only grin, heart thundering in your chest as you push at Johnny’s shoulders, prompting him to roll onto his back.

“You take off your pants, and I’ll take off mine,” you suggest, getting off of him so you can work on your jeans.

Johnny doesn’t need to be told twice, and you watch the way his muscles ripple under his skin as he hurries to get naked.

He’d never actually taken off your bra, so you do that yourself. In moments, you’re both completely nude.

You stare at Johnny, taking in his cock.

He’s rock-hard and huge. It makes you excited, but you’re also not sure how well you’ll be able to take him. He must be at least seven or eight inches, and thick too, with a pretty mushroom tip that’s already leaking precum.

He grins at your reaction. “Think you can handle this, sweet thing?”

“Something tells me you’ll make it fit.”

“You got that right,” he laughs. “Now come sit on my face, wanna taste that pretty pussy.”

There’s something so suave about half-baked Johnny. He speaks with an almost melodic tone, it’s deep and sensual, and your pussy throbs just from the words coming out of his mouth.

As you crawl onto the bed, getting into position, his hands are careful against your form, helping you settle as you swing a thigh over his head, hovering your core over his mouth. Instead of waiting for you to sit down, Johnny lifts himself up a little, burying his face in your pussy before you can even touch his cock.

“Fuck-” you whimper, grabbing the base of his length as he pushes his tongue deep inside of you, licking the length of your slit.

You would love nothing more than to enjoy his mouth on you for hours- but you have your own job to do, and you’re already drooling. You bring his mushroom tip to your lips, gently licking at him.

Johnny’s large hands find your ass, and he squeezes you gently. “No teasing,” he mumbles, and the vibration against your clit has you squirming down on his face.

You take him into your mouth, sucking on the tip and twirling your tongue. Johnny immediately releases a groan before diving back into your pussy. He grabs your hips pulling you down tighter against his face.

It’s hard to know what to focus on. He feels so good with his mouth worshiping your pussy, but at the same time, you’re kind of obsessed with sucking his cock. He’s so huge, and you want to see how much you can take. You sink further onto his length, feeling your lips stretch at the intrusion-

God, he’s going to absolutely wreck your pussy. You can’t even fit half of him in your mouth before he’s hitting the back of your throat, and as you constrict around him, he releases lewd sounds of pleasure that have your core practically throbbing with need.

You pull off of him, if only to collect your saliva as lube so you can stroke what your mouth can’t reach. Taking a breath and steadying yourself, you grind gently against his tongue, moaning loudly. Then you take him past your lips again, getting lost in the act of simultaneous giving and receiving.

You’re lost in him, so lost that you don’t even know how long you’ve been in this position- but you can feel an orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach every time Johnny focuses on your clit.

You find yourself grinding harder against his face, and as the feeling builds, you can’t help but pull off of his cock, gasping and moaning. “Fuck, Johnny, I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me,” he groans, squeezing your ass as he kitten licks your clit. “Don’t hold back. Cum on my face, sweet thing, give me everything.”

You’re stroking his cock mindlessly, your muscles tensing as Johnny takes your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking-

“Oh my God-” you whimper, toes curling-

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave. It tingles through every inch of your being, throbbing out from your core. You and Johnny both release groans of satisfaction, and the knowledge that he’s enjoying having you cum on his face only makes your pussy clench tighter.

You’re practically riding his tongue now, chasing the last inklings of your high until you’re absolutely breathless.

Johnny presses one last kiss to your clit, and then he’s tapping your ass gently. “Gonna roll onto your back and let me fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“God, yes,” you groan. Your legs are shaky but you get off of Johnny’s face, collapsing next to him.

“Damn, sweet thing, that was a good one, huh?” Johnny laughs, sitting up and stroking your thigh.

“So good,” you whimper, still feeling the aftershocks.

Johnny gets between your legs, elbow pressing into the bed next to your head as he dips close to kiss your neck. “The way you were grinding against my face was so fucking hot.”

“Johnny-” You wrap your legs around him, feeling absolutely desperate for his cock.

“You’ll have to be a little patient for me, sweet thing,” Johnny sighs, one large hand cupping your breast and teasing past your nipple. “I’ve gotta stretch you out before you can take me.”

“What if I want you now?”

“Like I said,” his breath is hot against your throat, “you’ll have to be patient.”

“What if I want you to wreck me?”

Johnny laughs, pulling away to look at you. “You’re not as innocent as you look, are you, angel?”

You trace your fingers along the fine line, black and white, Japanese Oni mask tattoo that sits on his chest between his defined pectoral muscles. “Not when it comes to you.”

The plug simply grins at your words, his hand trailing down until it reaches your core. Two thick fingers prod at your opening, and you spread your legs even wider to accommodate him. He teasingly dips the first digit inside of you and you release a moan at how good it feels, but he’s quick to pull it out and circle your clit.

“You know what you said earlier?”

He lets out a humming sound.

“About not teasing?” you correct. “If you’re making me wait for you to prep me, you better not take your sweet time with it.”

“You’ll have to let me take my time with you next time then.”

“Next time?” You cock a brow.

“Yeah,” Johnny ghosts his lips over your own. “Next time.”

“Deal, now finger fuck me open then give me your cock.”

“Jesus, I love it when you talk dirty,” Johnny groans, dipping his finger into your core again. “Tell me more.”

“You just feel so fucking good,” you groan, swiveling your hips. “Even one finger- you’re just so big- Johnny, how are you so big?”

“You haven’t really experienced the Big yet,” John points out, adding a second digit that he scissors inside of you, stretching you out for him.

In response, you reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him gently. “I’m gonna feel you inside me for days after this.”

“Especially if you let me fuck you tomorrow, and the day after- you could feel me forever if you wanted to.”

“Forever, huh?” You let out a whimper as his digits work harder inside of you, crooking up to stroke your g spot with shocking precision.

“I’m still a little high, it’s making me… too honest.”

“I like honest,” you admit, cupping his face with your free hand, drawing his lips to yours. “I like you.”

“I like you too,” he whispers, kissing you deeper as he finger fucks you faster. “Okay, sweet thing, I think you’re just about ready for me- dripping all over my hand.”

“I’m ready,” you assure him, staring into those beautiful chocolate-brown eyes.

“Should I grab a condom?”

“Are you clean?”

“Yeah. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t fuck around that often. I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy.”

You giggle. “I’ve sort of noticed that.”

He kisses you again. “I can still grab a condom though.”

“No, I’m on birth control. I want you to fill me up with cock and cum until it’s all I can think about.”

“I can do that.” Johnny pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and before he can lick them clean, you grab his wrist and guide them to your own mouth. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, angel.”

You groan around his digits, sucking them clean. When you’re done, Johnny grabs your jaw, drawing your lips to his so he can taste you, his tongue gliding against your own.

You’ve still got his cock in your hand, and you pump him gently, adjusting against the blanket to get closer to him so you can guide his tip toward your core.

Johnny takes the hint, and he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. His gaze dips to where your bodies meet, and he allows you most of the control as you drag his cock through your folds. “You really want this?”

“Just fuck me, John. Please don’t make me beg.”

He pushes forward, the tip of his cock sheathing in your tight core. “Holy shit,” Johnny groans.

“More.”

Johnny can only laugh, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours as he thrusts deeper into you. The two of you hold your breath as inch after inch stretches you open. You’re so wet, and it makes the process easier, but you can still feel Johnny everywhere.

You’re a wriggling, moaning mess by the time he’s fully inside of you.

Johnny’s breath is hot against your skin, and his chest is rising and falling with effort, his bicep bulging next to your head. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing thickly.

“Can I-”

“Rail me. Break my back. Murder my pussy.”

Johnny laughs, pressing his lips to yours to shut you up as he begins to move his hips, pulling out only to thrust back in. You can feel your insides practically quivering with each drag of his length against your walls. He’s so big, and you’re stretched to the brink- the vein along the underside of his cock is an added stimulus that has your toes curling already.

You’ll never be the same after this.

No one’s cock is ever going to compare and you just know it.

Johnny’s lips can’t muffle the sounds of pleasure still escaping you, and you grab at his broad shoulders, tracing your nails against his skin.

It’s so easy to get lost in Johnny. He makes you feel safe, and the pleasure he’s giving you has time flying by like nothing else. Johnny’s mouth goes to your throat, teasing the spot that has you moaning even louder.

“Can I flip you over? Wanna see that ass.”

“Do anything you want with me,” you tell him, and you mean it.

With one last kiss, Johnny pulls out of you. His large hands find your hips. He manhandles you over, pulling your ass back and up so he can push into you again.

“Fuck,” you groan, grabbing at the bed sheets. “You’re even deeper like this-”

Each time his front meets your ass, the slapping sound turns you on even more. He’s practically rearranging your guts like this, and you don’t mind it one bit.

“Do you wanna rub your clit for me, sweet thing?” Johnny asks. “You’re so fucking tight around me, and I’m so sensitive when I smoke- not sure I’ll be able to last long, and I want you to cum with me. Wanna feel this pretty pussy all clenched and dripping-”

Every word has your body tingling, and you bring your fingers to your clit, rubbing in quick circles.

“Johnny-” you whimper.

“That’s it, angel. You feel so fucking good- so fucking good for me.” He grabs fistfuls of your ass, squeezing in a way that has you crying out. “Who’s my good girl?”

“Me!”

“Who’s taking this cock so fucking good?”

“Me!”

“Fuck-” Johnny lets go of your ass, wrapping a hand around your throat. He helps lift you up until your back is curved, shoulders pressed to his chest. His lips find your neck, hand dipping down to grasp your breast roughly, pinching your nipple.

“I’m gonna-”

“I know, sweet thing, me too-” He’s fucking into you like a god damned fuck machine, and each circle of your fingers on your clit has you closer and closer to the edge- “Fuck, okay, I’m there- shit, yeah, I’m there- you’re gonna cum with me, right? Gonna cum on my cock and let me fill you up?”

All you can do is whimper, your body fulfilling his ask before your brain can even fully process it. Your core clamps down hard on his cock, and Johnny releases a deep groan in your ear. He holds you close, squeezing you as his thrusts get erratic.

You can feel him cumming deep inside of you, and you’ve never felt this cock drunk in your life.

Nothing matters except Johnny and his huge cock filling you up to the brink. His lips are hot on your throat, and he fucks you through your highs, your pussy fluttering around him as wave upon wave of pleasure rocks through you.

As you both finish, he pushes himself fully inside of you. You can feel his cock throbbing, and his groans are music to your ears.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispers, letting out a soft laugh as he nuzzles against your cheek.

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day,” you giggle, grabbing the hand on your breast and lifting it to your lips so you can kiss his palm.

He holds you for a few more moments, then he gently lowers you to the bed, cock still inside of you. “I’m gonna pull out,” he says, smoothing a hand over your ass. “You don’t mind if I watch it drip out of you for a second, right?”

“I’m just laying here,” you smile against the quilt.

Even so, it feels like a loss as he takes his cock out of your aching pussy. His hands are on your ass and he spreads your cheeks. “Fuck, sweet thing. This is the prettiest view in the whole fucking world.”

When you’d texted Johnny earlier for a link-up, you’d never expected this. Never expected to see this softer side of him.

You’re so fucking happy you reached out- he provided more than what you’d asked for.

“I busted a fat load in you, angel,” Johnny laughs, his thumb moving to rub your clit, causing you to whine and push back against him. “How about we go for a shower. I can wash you up, eat you out some more-”

“Damn, Johnny, are you pussy drunk?”

“Uh huh.” He leans over you, kissing up your spine and to your shoulder. “Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet, we should make the most out of it, right?”

You get the sneaking suspicion that you’re going to be making the most out of it with Johnny for many days to come, Valentine’s Day be damned. God. Your cousin is going to have a freak when she hears about this.

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You’ve gotten accustomed to your plug boyfriend. You’d only been dating for a month when he’d officially asked you to be his, but you know the two of you were exclusive to each other since that very first night you’d fucked.

Being with John is pretty easy- but his odd work schedule can be a bit of a pain. He never knows how busy he’s going to be, so you can plan date nights, but sometimes he has to push it back a few hours to do unexpected late-night deliveries.

If you’d been cock drunk for him after the first time he’d fucked you, you’re even more dependent on him now.

No drug in the world could fill you up and give you the pleasure that Johnny’s cock does, and you’ve become a little impatient when you have to wait for him to complete deliveries… although, you’d never bring it up with him

You know being a plug is his job. It’s what pays the bills and allows him to dote on you in ways you’d scarcely been able to imagine before meeting him.

Even so, you can feel your skin crawling, pussy practically aching with anticipation as he completes the last handful of orders for the night. He’d initially wanted to be over at your place by seven, but it’s nearly ten now, and you’re three hours behind on the fuck marathon you’d planned.

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itsclydebitches · 1 year

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Just finished Good Omens 2 and I'm honestly boggling at the Aziraphale hate because yes, his decision led to the angsty cliffhanger, but it makes SO much sense for his character. Not just in a "Religious brainwashing and sunk-cost fallacy" kinda way but also a "Aziraphale has no reason to believe this isn't the perfect solution" way. That scene among the nebula is crucial because it establishes that Crowley loved being an angel—reveled in his ability to create and allow his creations to grow kinda like plants—and the only problem was that someone else was calling the shots, someone who wouldn't listen to his criticism. Aziraphale has also spent 6,000+ years watching Crowley do good, all the while forced to deny the fact that he's "nice" lest embracing his original nature get him into trouble with hell. Now, Metatron comes along with an offer that fixes everything in one fell swoop. Crowley can be an angel again, be nice without censure, his ideas and criticisms will hold weight because he'll be answering to Aziraphale, and they'll be together.

It strikes me that Aziraphale isn't there when Crowley sees Gabriel's trial, ergo he likewise doesn't see the (non)acknowledgement that there's an institutional problem up in Heaven. There just happen to have been two archangels who called it quits. Same when Gabriel blurts that phrase out to Crowley. Aziraphale has always been more blind to the ways in which Heaven is "toxic" (for very understandable reasons) and this season he's continually sheltered from new evidence of its structural problems. The plot just preaches to the choir: Crowley. He likewise wouldn't see the conflict Gabriel and Beelzebub have caused as evidence of an underlying problem because that's a problem he and Crowley will no longer share. Why would they be worried about Heaven still being unable to accept partnerships between angels and demons when Crowley will no longer be a demon? And that's something he presumably wants based on Aziraphale's memories of him and the ongoing admission that he's lonely.

The way I see it, they got what they thought they wanted at the start of Season 2. Heaven and Hell are keeping an eye on them, but functionally they're left alone. Crowley can spend all the time he wants with Aziraphale and nothing comes of that except that they're both continually named traitors and the higher-ups grumble about it. If Gabriel had never shown up, things should have been perfect based on Crowley's "Let's just run away and have each other's company" standards. Better, even, considering that they get to be together on their beloved Earth, rather than being bored out in Alpha Centauri without any sushi, plants, books, or Bentleys. And yet... Crowley doesn't strike me as particularly happy. Because, you know, based on that kiss he wants to be with Aziraphale, not just literally be with him, but the point of this post is that his "Let's run away and be an 'us'" falls totally flat when he doesn't explain that specific desire to Aziraphale; the desire to change what an 'us' means. From Aziraphale's perspective they're already an 'us.' That was the entire point of "our side" in Season 1 and now they can continue to be 'us' up in Heaven. Plus, Aziraphale likely sees this as a sacrifice on his part. He will give up his bookshop, his Earthly indulgences, take on the responsibilities of leadership (which I don't think he actually wants for a variety of reasons), and spend the rest of eternity in a place where he's felt so small because he thinks that's what Crowley wants. Crowley was happy as an angel. Crowley wanted them to be together without risk of permanent discorporation. They were able to achieve that after not-Armageddon and he still wasn't happy... so surely those two things together will do the trick. Crowley never actually articulates how he wants their relationship to change and the kiss comes much too late, when he's already rejected what Aziraphale must see as a perfect, selfless solution he's secured for them. Even if Crowley wasn't always moving too fast for him, an overture of romance isn't going to go well after that.

Is this crushing and angsty and devastating as a hiatus? Damn straight, my heart it breaking. But it's a good setup. More importantly, it makes perfect sense for their characters, particularly when they're still talking past one another. Aziraphale is someone who has always moved more slowly as a matter of course, as an angel he has remained immersed in the rhetoric of Heaven, his main avenue of breaking free of that (Crowley) has a huge communication problem (to say nothing of his own denial. He only made headway with the help of Nina and Maggie, seconds before Aziraphale shows up), and Metatron (in a no doubt incredibly manipulative manner) has just offered Aziraphale a job that presumably makes him happy AND Crowley happy AND allows him to maintain the moral this-is-how-the-universe-works perspective he's had since he was literally created. Of course he's going to say yes to all that!! And sure, there are problems in Heaven, Aziraphale isn't completely blind, but he can fix them now that he's in charge. How? Well... he'll figure that out later! Kinda like how he's been making plans on the fly this entire season. That seems logical from his perspective, right? It's not like he's gotten a crash-course in the concept of the master's tools never being able to dismantle the master's house...

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Touya's not usually one to check his text messages.

Never has been, ever since he got his first cellphone when he was 13. He finds it more of a nuisance than anything, the way people always want to get ahold of him. Always expect a response from him over the most mundane shit. He barely likes talking to anyone as is, let alone during his private time—therefore, as a general rule, he doesn't respond to texts.

Especially not ones that pop up on his phone on a lazy Saturday afternoon with the contact name 'Bird Brain' listed as the sender.

But when these particular message previews appear, rudely interrupting him in the middle of watching a cake decorating video while he lays sprawled across the couch, Touya can't help but click through to the conversation to give them the response that they deserve.

His response is about as succinct and unamused as he is.

Three telltale dots appear at the bottom of the conversation before Touya can click away, and he finds himself waiting to see what Keigo comes back with—for reasons not even he quite understands.

Touya pushes himself up off the couch in an instant, stomping into your bedroom.

He finds himself hesitating once he makes it to the doorway, his body having moved relatively of its own accord, realizing only once he's standing at the threshold that he's not even really sure what he's going to say.

You're laying across the bottom of your bed on your tummy with your sock-clad feet lifted in the air behind you. You have one headphone in your ear and your laptop propped in front of you with that stupid romantic drama you like so much playing—the one Touya pretends he hates but always gets a little pouty when you watch an episode without him. You turn when you spot him in your peripheral vision, popping your headphone out of your ear and hitting the spacebar to pause your show.

"I'm almost done," you tell him, glancing back to your screen where the male lead is paused mid-confession—his mouth still open in the middle of his ardent monologue. You peer back at him again over your shoulder with a slightly smug look. "If you hadn't watched ahead without me we could be watching it together, y'know."

"That was an accident," Touya grumbles, sniffing a little indignantly. "It started playin' automatically when I turned the TV on."

"Sure, sure," you chirp, turning back to your laptop. When you realize Touya's still lingering there, you face him again, this time pushing yourself up on your elbow so you can twist around to look at him more fully. Your brow furrows. "What's wrong?"

Touya sucks in a breath of air and holds it in his cheeks, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Can I see your phone for a sec?" he asks.

The pinch of your brow slackens as one of them lifts in surprise.

"Yeah," you say, though your tone is still a little wary. You nod towards your bedside table at the head of the bed. "It's plugged in."

Touya shuffles towards you, rounding the end of your bed frame and approaching the device in question. He sit down at the edge of the mattress, and it dips under his weight. Beside him, you shuffle a bit closer to him as you resume watching your show, one of your feet brushing gently against his back as you kick them idly back and forth.

Touya knows your passcode, just like you know his, so it's no effort to unlock the device once he has it in hand. Finding the app in question is another story entirely.

He turns to you.

"Which one of these is Instagram?" he asks, holding the device in front of your face with the home screen open.

You pause your show again.

"This one," you say, pointing to one particular app icon, but your voice is notably perplexed.

Touya's never had any interest in social media. He had a couple of accounts when he was a teenager but hasn't properly logged in for years. As new social networking sites have risen and fallen, he's never bothered to even sign up, seeing no need in signing away his personal data to a platform he'll never use anyway.

Touya taps his thumb against the icon that you pointed out, waiting for the application to launch. His leg jiggles impatiently while he waits for it to load.

Beside him, you don't unpause your show.

When the screen finally loads, Touya is immediately accosted by an unfamiliar interface. There's some photo of a girl he doesn't know taking up most of the screen, and a few bubbles in the upper right hand corner that he can only assume are notifications you haven't checked. Touya may not use social media, but he's not an idiot either, so after clicking around the screen for long enough he finally manages to pull up what he recognizes as your personal profile.

"Touya, what are you doing?" you ask, thoroughly bewildered now, having just watched your boyfriend visit just about every corner of the Instagram app.

He sucks in a sharp breath.

Slowly, he turns to look at you.

"Did you just post this?"

He doesn't really need to ask, considering the baggy t-shirt you're wearing in the photo—his t-shirt, he recognizes immediately—is the same one you currently have on as you lie stretched across your bed. It's all you have on, save for the frilly little socks on your feet and the edge of the panties he can see peeking out where your shirt's hem has ridden up.

The photo blessedly has left those out.

You clear your throat, almost like you're embarrassed, reaching out for your cellphone. "Yeah, a little while ago."

Touya holds the device out of your reach, and a little sound of indignation slips from your lips. He keeps scrolling.

Your profile is full of photos of you that are just as charming as the first one he'd seen. Some are of friends, or food, or places you've visited. Many are even of him, or the two of you together. The collection is like a series of little snapshots into your life—of all the moments you wanted to save or share. But every so often there will be a photo just of you.

You with your lips pursed coyly, or maybe quirked with the ghost of a smile. You wrapped in a skimpy little dress you bought for a special occasion that Touya is all too familiar with. You with your eyes bright, or maybe one where they're heavy lidded in a sultry expression that makes something possessive and primal scrape against Touya's ribs.

His face feels hot when he looks at those ones. Hotter still when he realizes other people have seen them too.

"I think you should delete your account," he says suddenly, turning to face you with a completely serious—and markedly insistent—expression.

"W-what? Touya!" You exclaim plaintively. You push yourself up onto your knees and scrabble for your phone. Touya doesn't fight back to any real degree. He lets you crawl into his lap and wrestle it out of his hands, though the two of you do go tumbling back across the bed in the process. Once you've safely tossed the phone down to the other end of the bed out of his reach, you turn back to him with an irritated pinch to your features.

Touya meets your gaze easily, like a man without guilt.

"What's gotten into you?" you ask him softly, still straddling his lap. Your hands rest over his sternum, fiddling idly with the strings of his hoodie.

Touya sighs, reaching up and tugging you down to his chest before snaking his arms around your waist to keep you pressed against him. You don't try and wiggle out of his grip like he thinks that you might, instead you let him hold you, nuzzling your face into the collar of his sweatshirt.

"You're being weird," you mumble.

"No, weird would be me asking you to throw your phone away and never leave the house again so I'm the only one who gets to look at you," Touya replies, his fingers dipping under the hem of your—his—shirt and creeping up along your spine. "I'm actually being pretty normal, all things considered."

You huff out a little laugh and Touya feels the warmth of it break against the skin of his throat. You lift your face so you can look at him, and Touya admires the view of you from so close up. The curve of your lips, the colour of your eyes, the tip of your nose. He could look at you all day, he realizes then. Every part of you. Every inch and dip and curve that makes you up. He could study them. Map them out with his eyes closed, long committed to memory.

You make him feel kind of insane, sometimes. More insane than usual, anyway. He worries that he likes you too much.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him quietly.

You.

Touya purses his lips.

It wasn't his intended goal, but he's happy to accept the little kiss you press against them anyway, a laugh slipping out of his mouth and into yours before you pull away. He shuts his eyes, letting his head tip back against the bed again, letting out a long, exhausted breath.

"Wanna help me set up an instagram account?" he finally mutters after a long stretch of silence.

You push yourself up overtop of him, and when he cracks one eye open he finds you looking down at him excitedly.

"Really?" you ask him incredulously, but undeniably pleased by the prospect.

He nods a bit, pulling you back down against his chest. He lets his eyes shut once more.

If deleting your account is out of the question, he might as well have his own so at least he gets to admire it.

You wiggle comfortably in Touya's hold, your TV show long forgotten at the other end of the bed, content to just let your boyfriend trace lazy circles into your thigh as your legs tangle together with his.

Touya's eyes pop open again suddenly, an unpleasant and not-so distant memory rushing back to him.

Your gaze meets his own, a quiet concern swimming behind it.

He takes your face in his hand.

"How do you block someone on Instagram?"

#touya x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #bnha drabble #bnha writing #writing

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luvzpagie · 3 months

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SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWGIRLS… FACE

𝜗𝜚 if you saw that i wrote this for cait… no you didnt, idek if i actually like ts

paige was teasing you all night.

her hands would run past your waist when she walked past you, her hands rubbing up your thigh stopping at your core, and whispering such dirty things. and it left you absolutely dripping.

"paige, baby can we go now" you whined.

you were ready to go home, the place was hot and packed and the slick between your thighs didn't make it any better.

huffs and puffs came from your mouth as you kept tugging your taller girlfriend's arm, you rolled your eyes at her telling you for the millionth time to "wait" and to "hold on baby, give me a sec".

fed up with waiting you pull her away from who she was talking to, paige shoots them an apologizing look.

once outside you let go of her, crossing your arms while speed walking to the car. baffled by how you were acting paige grabs your shoulder turning you around.

"what's with the attitude?" she peered over causing you back up into the car.

"i need you.." your voice was low embarrassed by your neediness.

"hm? what was that hun?" a smirk spread across her lips. "i need you!" your voice still quite low, but loud enough for her to hear.

"ohh, why didn't you just say that earlier" you sighed starting to catch another attitude.

"i'm just joking baby don't be mad" chuckles fell out her mouth as she pulled you into the backseat, sitting you on her lap.

she grabbed you face, pulling you into a kiss. her tongue swiped against your bottom lip asking for entry, you let her explore your mouth.

your dress rose up as you grinded against her trying to feel for some type of friction, her large hands gripped your ass while your tongues fought for dominance.

out of breath, you pulled away as string of saliva followed with.

"sit on my face" she said out of breath.

"p there isn't enough space-"

"fuck if there isn't any space, sit." her voice now demanding.

she leaned back as she watched you somehow pulled off your soaked panties in the cramped space.

you hovered over her face, before you even sit she gripped onto your hips pushing you down. her lips latching on your clit.

inaudible gasps ran through your mouth as your jaw dropped at the sudden pleasure.

the sounds of her slurping made you wetter than you already were, if that is even a possibility. you already felt wrecked by the way her tongue flicked at your sensitive clit.

her tongue went up and down your slit, teasing your cunt everytime. you whined at teasing.

her tongue plunged into you without a warning.

"oh my goshh, shiitt" you let out a guttural moan, you looked down to see your girlfriends eyes laid on you.

"you like that huh" you felt her smirk.

you leaned on to the window to gain balance, her tongue diving impossibly deeper into your sopping hole. your hips rocked back and forth as you felt yourself getting closer, her nose hitting your clit adding to the stimulation.

"fuckkk- paige i'm close"

your thighs began to close, almost crushing her head. your legs shook as the bubble in your stomach started to burst, you let out a pornographic moan as you came undone.

"there you go pretty girl, let it out" her voice was muffled, but coherent.

her tongue still deep inside, helping you ride out your high. paige licked every bit clean. your hands tried to grab at the window, pushing yourself off and into her lap again.

her chin was drenched with your juices, she licked what she could reach, whipping off whatever was left.

"i love you" you sighed still trying to gain back your composure.

"i love you more baby"

#paige bueckers x reader #paige x reader #paige smut #paige bueckers #ncaa wbb #uconn #uconn wbb #©️luvzpagie #i need her so bad #i’m screaming

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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mascot!jj had charmed you.

he had handed you the party invite whilst wearing the full mascot get up, sweaty hair stuck to his head, cheeks flushed post game, tongue wetting his lips. jj was an odd one, the rules were different at college. you can be a dork, a mascot for the sports team — but if you were likeable, charming, and cute — you’d still get invited places.

“better see you there, i’m like, so serious.” he’d grinned when he placed the flier in your hand, eyes lingering before he runs off to hand out more.

now there you were, watching him be a social butterfly — shyly stood at his side with a tight dress on. it was nice to see him without the big mascot costume, now stood there — looking alot less sweaty, the college sweatshirt on, a cap sat snugly backwards on his head. you already knew he was cute and charming, but tonight you were seeing him in a different light. the type that made you down your drink a lot quicker, needing that buzz of confidence.

you were aware of rafe’s presence at this party, and that he wanted you — so naturally he wasn’t very happy about seeing you lingering around jj the whole night. the cameron boy was already pretty gone by the time you’d turned up, so it was hard to keep his attention for too long anyway — rafe getting sucked into beer pong with the boys or worse, disappearing to the bathroom and reappearing fifteen minutes later sniffing and playing with his nose. he’d give you a sweaty five minutes, grinding up behind you on the dance floor before running off to force his friends to ‘chug.’

but you had jj’s attention. he didn’t miss a beat.

when it came to passing around a joint, he practically smacked it out of his friends hand to grab at it.

“dude, seriously — y’gotta offer it to the lady first. where are your manners? like…” he scolds, shaking his head before holding it up with raised brows. “care for some greens m’lady?” he presents, making you giggle. you lower your voice, a little embarrassed.

“i’ve never done that before.”

he’s quick, eyes widening and jerking his hand away. “oh— forget it then. it’s gone. s’totally cool we don’t gotta—”

“wait— no i… i wanna try… with you.” you bring your hands to a clasp on your lap, lifting your shoulders shyly as if to bat away the eyes on your interaction, and you physically watch him melt. not only in relief, but in adoration.

“wh— really? don’t feel like you have to. i’m cool either way.”

you take two tokes and you’re done, and jj is indeed cool with it. chuckling as he takes it away from you, he brings it to his own mouth, inhaling before blowing away from you and standing up. “y’know what? sometimes two is like, more than enough. gettin’ you some water ‘kay, two secs.”

you’re all warm and hazy as you watch him walk away, grinning ear to ear as you don’t even acknowledge rafe shoulder checking him as they pass eachother, saying something you don’t hear. jj flips him off as he walks on, and that’s that. you’ve never had two guys fight over you before, and though usually you hate the attention being on you, even when you’re up dancing on that field— you couldn’t help but feel some arousal stirring inside you. it was nice to feel wanted.

maybe that’s why you downed your drink, why that shyness started to drain your body, why you ended up in some sorority chicks walk in closet, practically climbing jj maybank as you frantically overlap tongues.

you can’t believe the words flying from your mouth as you pant wetly in his ear, so beside yourself you couldn’t believe it. his hand is stuffed down your panties, jaw dropping when he really acknowledges how soaked you are. “wanna— wanna suck you off, jayj.” you moan, and even in the moment you know you sound like a desperate pornstar. jj physically shudders, eyes screwing shut like he could cum right there.

“you— okay— i mean there’s no way like you’re impossibly hot and should be seriously like… not interested in me dude — sorry not dude, you’re not a— whatever, lemme make you cum— see how ya feel after.”

he shakes his head at his own rambling, dropping a quick kiss to your cheek when you freeze to listen to him with wide glossy eyes, biting his lip and scrunching his nose in concentration as he extends his arm a little more, trying to find that spot. surprisingly, it seemed like he’d done this quite a few times before. if you weren’t so aroused, your stomach might’ve twisted in jealousy.

he sinks his middle finger inside you, and extends his thumb to dust little circles over your clit and your knees buckle, jaw dropping. he supports more of your weight, nodding knowingly. “yup. theeere it is. alright, lemme get you right mama.”

and that he did.

#jj maybank prompt #college!au #mascot!jj #cheerleader!reader

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l0sercat · 2 months

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NSFW alphabet with/ Logan Howlett

A/N: I have only seen Deadpool and Wolverine so I'm going off of that. I'm going to watch the X-Men movies later, but I can't wait any longer to write for him....So if this is ooc please forgive me 😭🙏🏻 Also MDNI!!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He'll carry you to the bathroom and run the bath and let you do your thing. He'll grab a beer and nurse it and when you call for him, he goes and carry you back to the bedroom. He'll put on a movie and hold you in his arms 'til you'll fall asleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands because they fit so nicely on your throat while he's fucking you into your shared bed. He loves your thighs, he loves to be suffocated by them. He loves when he's eating you out and your perfect soft plush thighs squeeze around his head.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to cum inside you. He loves the intimacy of it. He'll grab your hips and shoot his load deep inside you followed by a deep growl. But if you don't want him to cum inside he is okay with doing it anywhere you want him too!

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants you to sit on his face. Doesn't matter what you weigh. When he says sit he means sit. Don't even worry about "crushing" him he can handle it. If he needs to breathe he'll just lift you up for a sec and then set you back down.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Yeah he knows what he is doing. He'll have you on your third orgasm while he only cummed once. He just loves to watch you cum undone!!

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Cowgirl. He'll be in control every second of it. He just loves how he gets to see every inch of your body while he thrust's up into you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He keeps it more serious unless something unexpected happens like your leg cramping because of a certain position he might chuckle, but that's about it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

There is hair and you could call it a bush except that Logan actually keeps it's nice and clean. And he'll occasionally trim it just to tame it, because he doesn't want his pubic hair in your mouth while your gagging on his cock. Now the hair is dark and kinda curly but the hair isn't thick.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Depending on his mood he can be very loving and attentive to your needs. Or he can be rough and just shove your head into the mattress while he pounds into you from behind.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't masturbate often and if he did it's because he got hard and it won't go away. Also he hates when he cums and it gets all over his hand.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

#1 biter! He loves to bite you especially on your neck and thighs. He loves marking you because it shows everyone that your taken. He also loves tying you up or handcuffing you to the bed. There is just something about seeing you helpless and bound at his mercy that gets him going.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bedroom or Living room!! Something private so Wade can't try to get a sneak peak(he'll still find a way or press a ear against the door) Also he just doesn't want to have to worry about anyone seeing you naked and in a vulnerable position.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Hearing and smelling how much you need him. Hearing you beg for him to fuck with a little pout and then smelling how wet you are for him. It overwhelms his senses.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that could seriously hurt you. Example, he would never use his claws to write his name on you. He may bring them out to lightly trace over your skin, but that's it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers to give but he loves to receive. He just loves the sounds that come out of your mouth when his tongue explores your insides.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends how he is feeling that day. If he was jealous from whatever that day your getting fucked hard and fast. If he's tired your getting fucked sloppy and slow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He enjoys them from time to time. He prefers taking his time and ruining you, but quickies are nice when your horny and have to be somewhere soon.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is willing to take risks here and there. Wanna fuck in a public bathroom sure. Want to top him you, can sure as hell try. Just don't ask him to have sex in the bar bathroom. Cause he will not be doing that, it's too fucking gross in there lol.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last forever, joking. But he can last for hours. As long as your not tired and want to keep going he is not gonna stop. He will go day and night if able to keep up with him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he would own a pair of handcuffs and maybe a blindfold and bondage rope. I don't see him owning much lol. If you want to use other toys he will hesitate, and might agree to use them depending on what you suggest.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease until your crying and begging for him. He will kiss and lick away your precious tears. He loves you but seeing you begging for him is just so hot <3

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is vocal to an extent. He will grunt, growl, curse, and let out the occasional moans. When he finishes in you he curses your name and then lets out a little growl.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Occasionally if your okay with it he'll let Wade join/watch but Logan is giving the instructions on what he can do. And if Wade is getting on his nerves he is kicking him out lol.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I wanna say 7 inches long and thick so it stretches you out. The tip is a light red and it's circumcised. The base is a bit later than his skin. As I said earlier his pubic hair is dark and curly.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He isn't horny every second and doesn't think about sex often. But if your horny he's ready to go. Whenever you want to fuck he's almost always down to fuck.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As soon as your taken care of and comfortable in his arms and have fallen asleep, he'll finally close his eyes and sleep.

#x reader #gender neutral #gender not specified #gender neutral reader #wolverine x you #wolverine x reader #wolverine #deadpool and wolverine #logan howlett x you #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett #logan x reader #x men #x men logan #x men wolverine

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starry-bite · 2 months

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ways to say i love you without saying i love you:

"look at me."

“i think it’s a good idea, though. you. kids.”

“for you” “oh, thank you. you read my mind.”

"i keep telling her [she looks great]"

“are you okay?”

“how are you?”

“here, sit.”

"hey, have a good weekend."

“you’re too good.”

"it's really good to see you."

“you’re hit!” “i’m good, go."

"[did you get] any sleep?”

“i’m not gonna leave you"

"thank you."

"i knew they'd call you."

"i got you."

“we missed you!”

"i remember why i missed you so much."

“you never told us that.” “well, i’m telling you now.”

"don't give me that look, i'm fine." "i know. but you're holding something back."

"i already think you're crazy."

"it’s pretty hard to resist getting the band back together”

“are you kidding me? this will be great.”

"what do you think?”

"i’ll support you, no matter what you decide”

“i’m gonna stay.”

"what's wrong?"

"can i talk to you for a second?”

“if you ever want someone to talk to, know that i am always here for you.”

“should i be worried?” “not as long as i’m in charge.”

“glad to hear your voice." "it's great to be heard."

“i’ve missed this. us.”

"i’m so sorry.”

"you want to talk about it?”

“you okay with this?”

"you okay?”

“it was a terrible time for us, you were leaving.”

"not you too.”

“there’s a whole lot of people out there who love you."

"i’m good to go, really.” “promise me, no jumping out of helicopters.”

“they would be lucky to have you."

"that means a lot, that you said that.”

"i wanted you to be the first to know"

“it’s emily.” “go.”

“jj, come in. come in. please.”

“we can’t afford any mistakes, so, jj, you’ll take the lead.”

“thank you.”

"i thought she was gonna be here.”

“none of what happened was her fault, but–” “i wish we could convince her of that.”

"we’ll get him on the record, emily.”

“emily practicing discretion isn’t a lie. it isn’t a conspiracy theory. it’s good leadership.”

“you got a sec?” “yeah, sure.”

“i think they’re gonna be okay. how about you?”

“hey, what did you want to talk about?”

“what are you even doing here?” “just making sure you’re okay.”

"i knew you could handle it. that doesn’t mean you had to."

“it’s not about protecting us, it’s about being honest with us. with me.” “i am."

“i didn’t quit on you. / you didn't quit on me."

"it gives me you."

"i’ll support you. always.”

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #emily prentiss #jj jareau #jennifer jareau #grem leans #jemily #i've been thinking about them a normal amount #obv there could be more #prentissposting

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amorek1m · 10 days

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˵꒱ 𖥔 STUDY WITH NIKI

. . . 𝒮ummary🌺] ‧₊˚ ⋅ how would study with niki belike? ‧₊˚ ⋅ drabbles ❀ 678

𝓟airing , niki x fame reader 西村力 ── fluff, crack, high school au 🗯 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✦ riki's jokes, upcoming exam, war of words

(𝓚im's 𝓝otez ./. ) Hi so, my first niki fic!! (finally, I finish it😭) it's been a while since i write tho. hope you enjoy!!

[ ( reblogs + feedback is appriciated ) . ୨୧ . 𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔢 ]

"Oh my god, Riki can you just...focus for a sec? Thank god I still have some patience left." You said, anger evident in your voice. You were frustated with Riki's ignorant and careless attitude, especially since your upcoming exam is approaching.

This exam is important to you, as it would determine your scholarship. That's why, you had no choice but to ask Riki for help with your studies.

"Shhh, don't disturb me. I need to focus. I just ranked up to level 10. Give a minute and I'll finish this up." he replied, eyes glued to the phone. You knew asking this guy for help is not a good idea. He was completely engrossed in his game! You wished you could be more like him, effortlessly staying at the top of class without stessing your brain out.

"Done." he announced, waking you from your reverie. "Finally." you exhaled a deep sigh of relief. "Which part you don't understand?" Riki asked, picking up your notebook and scanning the page. Suddenly, a wave of sensation rushed through you, causing your stomach to swirl in an inexplicable dance. To calm your nerves, you accidentally snatch your notebook from Riki's hand, causing him to look at you with confusion in his eyes.

"Okay dude, chill out. I'm not snooping on your secret about you crushing on some guys. I'm just checking your notes. Nothing to worry about. Rest assured, your secrets is safe with me." he winks.

"Shut up." you coldly said, glaring at him like he does something so illegal. "Okay. I will." Riki replied, playfully zippping his mouth shut and raising his hands in mock surrender as he play along with the situation. You just rolled your eyes at him.

"How to solve this?" you asked Riki, but as the seconds ticked by in silence, no response came from him. Confused you called out his name. "Hello? earth to Riki." You said, still no response. Frustated, you removed your gaze from your book to look at Riki, only to find him already staring back at you. You raised an eyebrow, silently questioning him for his behaviour.

"You told me to shut up so I stay silent." he retorted. You fought the strong urge to punch his good-looking face, but being in public made you hold back, so you forced yourself to let it slide. Gritting your teeth, you forced out the words, "You may speak now."

"Thanks. So where were we?" he asked as he perused the question. "Here." you answered, pointing to the question you'd been asking him to help you solve earlier. Riki's eyes followed the direction of your finger pointing at, and couldn't help but notice how neat your notes are. The way you organize it, highlighting the important things, he found it really cute. Suddenly, he feel guilty for his attitude towards you earlier. He should just help you instead wasting his time playing games.

"Easy. Let the best teaches you." he jokingly said. You rolled your eyes at him but instead feeling anger, you found yourself giggling to his jokes. "So Mr. Smartass, work your magic." you replied.

As the daylight start to fade in, you finished your work completely. Letting out a weary sigh, you stretched your arms and attempted to loosen your tensed muscles."Ughhh..." you groaned.

"Already stressing out? I guess even simple things give you trouble." he mockingly said. "Lucky you to have a brain that actually functions." you shot back. Surprisingly, instead of escalating the argument, he softly responded, "You're amazing Y/N. Even without me, you can ace this exam." A brief flutter in your heart betrayed your composure. You don't know why did you feel like this. Is it because the way he compliment you or is it something else? God, you need to stop thinking like this. Or maybe, you will end up fainting here.

"But can't beat the real ace." your voice came out pretty calm despite your internal nervousness. "Perhaps someday you'll beat me. But for now, the first place is mine."

"I will hold on to the promise." you affirmed, a smile tugging at Riki's lips. You smiled back as you bid farewell to Riki and went your separate ways.

a/n . . . taglist are open for my upcoming fic! :)

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iamgonnagetyouback · 1 day

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𝟷𝚔 || 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You were high maintenance and Mattheo loved maintaining you; but only on one condition.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Mattheo Riddle is completely infatuated with you, his high-maintenance girlfriend who has him wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger. You live for pink, makeup, long nails, and every glamorous touch, and Mattheo? He adores it. The upkeep, the attention, the endless pampering—he loves treating you like the princess you are. He proudly carries your bags, ensures your makeup is perfectly stocked, and always knows exactly when it's time for a nail appointment.

But there's one rule. Mattheo's just as high maintenance in his own way, only in the form of your undivided attention and affection. The moment you stop pampering him—whether that’s running your fingers through his hair, spoiling him with sweet words, or letting him cling to you like a koala—he turns into the neediest boyfriend alive.

One morning, you’re sitting in front of your vanity, carefully applying lip gloss when Mattheo saunters in, his eyes immediately locking on you. His face falls slightly when you don’t greet him with your usual kiss.

“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” he whines, crossing the room in two strides and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’ve been waiting for my turn for ages.”

You laugh softly, twisting in your chair to face him. “Mattheo, I’m just doing my makeup. I’ll give you attention in a sec.”

But that doesn’t fly with him. Before you can finish, he’s scooping you up from the chair, plopping down on the bed with you tucked in his arms. He nuzzles his face into your neck, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips. “I don’t care about your makeup. I care about you.”

You grin, brushing a hand through his messy curls. “You’re being dramatic. And you act like I don’t give you enough attention, Matt."

"Because you don’t," he pouted dramatically. "You can’t just look this good and not let me have you all to myself. It's unfair."

You giggled and kissed his cheek, leaving a faint pink lipstick stain. "I’m almost done. What, you miss me already?"

"I always miss you," he mumbled.

“I need my pampering too,” he murmurs, holding you tighter. “I can’t function without it.”

You know his antics, but it’s still the cutest thing in the world. You lean down and place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Poor baby, did I neglect you?”

He nods, lips pouting in full force. “So much. I don’t know how I’m even surviving.”

You giggle, but comply immediately, peppering kisses across his face until he’s smiling lazily. “Better?”

“Almost,” he mumbles, pulling you even closer. “Don’t leave me.”

"I’m just going to meet up with some friends, Matt," you giggled, running your nails lightly through his hair. "I won’t be gone long."

He lifted his head, giving you a pout that was far too cute for someone who looked as dangerous as he did. "I don’t care. I’m coming with you."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved his clinginess. He always wanted to be near you, touching you, even when you were doing something as simple as getting ready. It was endearing, the way he never wanted to be without you.

"Fine," you said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "But only if you promise to behave."

"No promises," he grinned, holding you tighter. "But you’re stuck with me, princess."

And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 #𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 <𝟑 #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #matt riddle #girly!reader

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skzdarlings · 1 year

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saturday mornings | the threesome series ; skz ; chan/reader/seungmin

masterlist.

threesome series part 1/4. -

pairing: bang chan/reader/kim seungmin content info: sexual content. threesome. established relationship. bdsm. dom!chan, sub!reader, sadistic sub!seungmin lol. these three have an established dynamic that they are very familiar with, involves lots of teasing with reader as the "good" submissive and seungmin as the "brat" who coerces her into being "bad" with him. tone indicates this is all clearly playful. physically rougher elements, daddy/sir titles, baby girl pet name, punishment play, implact play, filming sexual acts, oral sex, face-slapping (not reader), bondage, shower sex, orgasm denial.

they all luv each other n they like to have fun lol ;)

You wake to a kiss on your forehead and blink your sleepy eyes open to a smiling Chan. He is perched on the edge of the bed, already dressed for the day in his baseball cap and work-out clothes. The pale light around the curtain tells you it is still very early morning.

You stretch under the covers, groaning as you take him in.

“Why are you dressed?” Your voice is rough with sleep. “Come back to bed.”

You try to string your arms around his neck but he laughs and lowers them to the bed.

“Just meeting Changbin at the gym,” he says. “Then I gotta run to work for a sec—”

You slap your hands on the covers and pout.

“Work?” you ask miserably. “But it’s Saturday. You promised—”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, baby,” he says. He holds your face in both his hands and swoops down to plant another kiss on your forehead. He follows it up with a kiss on each cheek, then he nuzzles your nose with a goofy little giggle. He is diabolical, knowing you are helpless to resist him being so silly. You smile back.

“Promise I’ll be fast,” he says. He strokes his thumb over your cheek. His dimples are deep with his smile, but his lifted eyebrow colours his gaze with suggestion. “You’ll be good for me today, yeah?” he asks. “Follow all my rules?”

He is still smiling, still speaking in a soft, pleasant voice, but you feel the shift in energy. It wakes the rest of you with a flush of warmth. You wet your lips and nod, looking at him with your most innocent, baby-girl eyes.

“Yes, sir, daddy,” you say, leaning your cheek into his hand. His thumb slips over your bottom lip and gives it a little touch. “I’m always good.”

“I know, baby,” he says. He smiles when you kiss the pad of his thumb, winks when he flicks your bottom lip cutely. “It’s not you I’m worried about.”

You follow the direction of his gaze. Seungmin is fast asleep on your other side, one leg out of the covers, laying on his front and clutching a pillow. Seungmin tends to bat away cuddle advances when awake but he sleeps like a clingy koala bear. You are the opposite, snuggling up when conscious and kicking the boys away in your sleep. Seungmin usually curls around Chan when sleeping and he looks very bereft in slumber without him. You can’t help but smile even though you know Chan’s words are right: Seungmin is a troublemaker.

“I’ll make sure he’s good,” you say to Chan, a promise you both know will be hard to keep.

“Hope so,” Chan says. He leans down for a chaste kiss, lingering close to your mouth when he says, “See you later, baby girl. Be good for me, yeah?”

“Aren’t you gonna say bye to Seungmin?” you ask when he stands up.

Chan adjusts the brim of his cap and just grins.

“Uh, yeah, I already tried that,” he says. “He’s a brat. Give him a kiss for me later. Love you both.”

“Love you too,” you say. Your voice goes rough as you snuggle into the bedcovers, falling back to sleep. The last thing you see is Chan’s affectionate smile.

You wake a while later to warmth along your backside and a weight on your hips. You stir, groggy, taking a second to register everything.

The curtains are open and the golden glow of morning is shining in the bedroom. The bedcovers have been pushed down but you don’t feel cold. Seungmin is awake behind you, his arm draped over your middle. True to troublemaking form, he already has a hand between your thighs, just resting over your shorts. When he feels you waking, he cups you a little more deliberately.

“Seungmin,” you mumble sleepily, “Daddy’s not here. You shouldn’t be doing that.”

“That’s so sad for Chan,” Seungmin says with a lot of cheeky sass, grinning a big boxy grin. He never addresses Chan properly, not even to his face, not without a lot of effort on Chan’s part.

Seungmin’s disrespect always makes you tingle because you could neverbehave that way. You love being good. You also love that Seungmin does not.

“He should have thought about that before he went to work on a Saturday,” Seungmin says.

“He said sorry,” you reply.

You can practically hear Seungmin’s eye-roll.

“Then it’s okay, I guess,” Seungmin says sarcastically.

He is already touching you through your shorts, his knuckle gently rubbing back-and-forth and making all those nerves come alive with need.

Seungmin is a veritable pussy addict. Despite being equally submissive to Chan, Seungmin has trained you according to his own insatiable desires. It only takes one look from Seungmin to go from resting to fully turned on. He can spend hours curling his fingers inside you, stretching you out, rubbing your clit. Hours more laying between your thighs with his mouth wet and soft, kissing and licking and tongue-fucking you until you are a wrung-out mess.

He is more than half the reason you always wet by the time Chan finally puts his hands on you. Then it’s you who gets teased for being wet all the time, Seungmin just grinning behind you with that smartass grin.

He wastes no time this morning, warming you up through your shorts then slipping his fingers beneath the waistband.

“Seungmin,” you whine. “We’re not supposed to…”

“Stop crying,” he says, shoving his other arm under your body to hook it around you. He pulls you tight against him while he works his hand into your shorts. “I won’t make you come, crybaby,” he says.

“I don’t believe you,” you say.

You pout but admittedly make little effort to stop him. You should, knowing very well Chan’s number one rule is no coming without his permission, but you are lethargic with sleepy contentedness and his fingers feel so good. You figure as long as you don’t come, indulging just a little touch won’t do any harm…

You should have known better. It doesn’t take much for Seungmin to work you up completely. You buck your hips as if to escape his hand but your shorts keep him trapped. You squirm in his arms at the same time your legs thoughtlessly spread.

“Seungmin,” you say, panting against your pillow.

“Yes?” he asks, as if he has no idea what he’s doing. He holds you tighter when you start to wriggle. “Relax,” he says. “Just don’t come. Be a good girl,” he says it like a punchline, dry and humorous.

“You know his rules—”

“Who?”

“Daddy—”

“Who?”

“Chan!” Saying his name puts you over the edge. Chan’s dominance is softer by nature but Seungmin likes to provoke him so you have seen his mean side often. Imagining his reaction to your bad behaviour has you coming hard on Seungmin’s fingers.

Seungmin, like the demon he is, strokes you through your orgasm and a little past it, laughing in your ear when you whimper from oversensitivity. You have never known someone to be so sadistic and submissive at once. Seungmin likes to make you cry even more than Chan does. It gets Chan all huffy and mean, then he really puts Seungmin in his place.

Satisfied with his evil deed, Seungmin lets you go and flops onto his back. You roll over to glare at him, trying to ignore the lingering thump in your pussy. It feels like a heartbeat skipping beats, erratic when Seungmin smiles and puts his wet fingers in his mouth to suck. He makes a dramatic mmmmm sound, then sticks out his tongue at you.

“You’re mean,” you say.

“I’m telling Chan you came,” he says, reaching for his phone on the bedside table.

Your heart is really skipping beats now. You climb on top of him and try to get there first. He beats you to it and holds you back, cackling his mischievous little ha-ha as he opens it up. His phone background is a picture of the three of you on holiday, crammed together and giggling in a hammock, and the cuteness is at serious odds with his wickedness.

“Seungmin, don’t!” you say, trying to swipe at his phone. “That’s not fair, I didn’t even wanna!”

“Liar,” he says. He closes his phone and looks at you with a smirk. “I won’t tell him but you have to do what I want.”

“What do you want?” you ask, regarding him with scrutiny. Last time he said that, he came inside you without Chan’s permission and earned you both two weeks of edging and denial as punishment. Seungmin insisted it was your fault, that he was going to pull out when you wrapped around him, so Chan punished you both ‘to be fair.’ Seungmin always gets away with roping you into his punishments because you don’t argue with Chan, so you eye him warily now.

He swipes his bangs out of his face and looks down his own body. You follow his gaze, stopping on the obvious bulge in his boxers. You look at him and he pokes his tongue into his cheek.

“Fine,” you say, playfully petulant. “Just this once. You better keep my secret.”

He mimes zipping his lips shut.

You crawl down to fit between his thighs as he spreads them, making room. He grabs his glasses off the bedside table and pops them on, then he opens his phone again.

“Let’s make a video for Chan,” he says.

“Seungmin,” you say, glaring at the camera then up at him. “He won’t like us fooling around.”

“He will,” Seungmin says, smiling down at his phone. “You look pretty, crybaby. Now go.”

You glare at him one more time then move down, tugging his boxers off his hips. He is already hard, twitching in your hand before your lips graze the head. You look up at the camera as you lick and suck, closing your eyes when diving down the length of him. He puts his free hand in your hair and guides you, tells you to slow down, makes you drool on it before he snaps his hips up. You take it with practiced skill, but you can’t help the way your eyes water, living up to Seungmin’s mean nickname for you.

“Hold still,” he says, lifting your head.

You think he must be close, that he is stopping you before he comes, but you look up and see he is still filming. He smiles, his free hand jumping from your hair to his dick. It only take a few swift strokes before he’s coming all over the side of your face. He swipes his fingers in it and shoves them in your mouth before you can get mad at him, not for the mess but simply because he came when he knows it’s against the rules.

You say his name, though it comes out garbled around his fingers. He rubs his fingers over your tongue as if fucking your mouth, then he gives another ha-ha before he finally stops filming. His fingers leave your mouth with a wet pop and he swings away. He tugs up his boxers as he gets out of bed.

“Seungmin!” you say, wiping your face on the hem of your shirt. You leap out of bed to grab his phone only for him to sprint into the next room. “Seungmin!” you say again, running after him. “You can’t send that! You’re gonna get us in trouble!”

“Why would I get in trouble?” he asks, typing away at his phone from behind the kitchen counter. “You were the one with my dick in your mouth.”

You chase him around the kitchen island until you are both giggling. He spins around and catches you unexpectedly, playfully roaring in your face with a weak little raaawr. He pretends to bite your neck while you giggle and push at him.

“You won’t be so funny when he gets home,” you say, to which he just repeats what you said in a mocking tone. You smack the top of his head as he directs you to the living room couch. “You’re such a bully. You promised not to tell.”

“And I didn’t,” he says, kissing your neck lightly then sucking a hard kiss under your jaw. “If you don’t tell him what you did, he won’t know.” He looks at you, that mischievous grin back on his face. “Unless you feel guilty and tell him.”

You pout, making him laugh.

“I’m so nice all the time,” you say with a melodramatic flourish, waving your hand. “I don’t know why you’re so mean to me.”

“I’m nice,” Seungmin says. “See, your shirt’s dirty, let me help.”

You playfully wrestle when he tries to lift your shirt off. You let him win, squeaking then jumping onto the couch where he chases you. He climbs on top of you and starts kissing you, messy wet licks into your mouth then down your neck and chest. You clench your thighs around him but he wriggles his shoulders between your legs, smiling at you. You barely pretend to fight when he tugs your shorts down, then his glasses go crooked and his mouth is on your pussy through your underwear.

You whine his name and rake your fingers through his hair. He tugs the fabric out of his way and licks up your still wet pussy, being as messy as possible.

“Tsk, tsk,” he says, surfacing for a second. His glasses are still askew and his face is wet. He smiles dreamily at your pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down. “What if Chan got home right now,” he slips his fingers inside you, “and saw you like this?” He sighs as if disappointed, casually fixing his glasses with one hand and fucking you with the other one. “He’d be so mad.”

“He’s at work,” you say, eyes closed.

“Is he?” Seungmin asks. “I think he’s outside the door.”

Your breath catches and you look at the door. Seungmin has no way of knowing if that’s true but you gasp anyway, legs closing around his hand. He pushes them apart, then gets up on his knees for better leverage.

“Seungmin,” you say, grabbing his arm but not stopping him. His fingers are curling inside you, rubbing against a tender spot that has your vision swimming. “Ohh, Seungmin, please—”

“Ohh, Seungmin, please,” he mimics. “You’re not coming, are you, crybaby?”

You shake your head, making a show of sniffling and looking at him with purposefully teary eyes. He rolls his thumb back and forth over your clit.

“The doorknob is turning,” Seungmin says. “He’s gonna see you.”

“No, I’m not—”

“He’s walking inside—”

You come with a cry, tossing your head back and squeezing his fingers between your legs. Chan is not actually home and Seungmin is just a menace, but that menace does cover you in kisses when you are done coming all over his hand.

You lay on the couch for a bit, feeling each other up and kissing, then Seungmin leans back to grin at you.

“Two for you, one for me,” he says. “I’m doing better than you.”

You swat at him.

You eventually start the day for real, going about your usual weekend routine. Chan never answers Seungmin’s video text, but Seungmin shows you that he definitely saw it. The little READ subscript reveals he watched it only seconds after getting it.

You are reading a book in the afternoon when Seungmin gets back from a walk. He kicks off his shoes and joins you on the couch. You try to ignore how distractingly handsome he looks with his hair pushed back, casual but sexy in denim. You can tell he wants to mess around so you pointedly ignore him and turn the page of your book.

He tugs on the sleeve of your shirt then rests his head on your shoulder.

“What,” you say in a dry voice.

“It’s getting late,” Seungmin says. “Chan still hasn’t answered us.”

“Hm.” You turn another page despite not retaining anything. “So?”

“So.” He touches your chin and turns your face to his. “We should make another video.”

“No, we shouldn’t,” you say, closing your book. “You’re just gonna do something you’re not supposed to again.”

“What, me?” he says. He flicks some hair out of his eyes and laughs. “I don’t think so.”

“I do. You’re evil and you’re not dragging me down with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. And nothing you say can change my mind.”

A few minutes later, you are curled over the arm of the couch, clutching a cushion while Seungmin fucks you from behind and films it. He’s down to just his open jeans, the denim rough against your skin when he pulls you onto him again and again.

“Mmmf,” is the noise you make, groaning into the cushion. “You better not come again.”

“Worry,” he says, panting, “about,” he slows down a little, “yourself.” He takes another breath and speeds up again.

“I’m at no risk of—” Your overconfident proclamation is interrupted when Seungmin expertly circles your throat and yanks you up. You whine and claw at him but he roughly manoeuvres you onto your back.

“Hi baby,” he says with a sarcastic little wave, phone camera pointed down at your scowling face. He frowns with exaggeration. “You gonna cry again?”

“No.” You try to kick him, pushing at his chest with your foot. He just scoops that leg onto his shoulder and presses himself back inside you. “This was Seungmin’s idea, daddy,” you say, covering your face with your hands. “I was being good, I promise.”

Seungmin just mimics your voice and grinds into you. One hand holds the phone and the other slips down. His thumb rubs softly and simply over your clit until you are whimpering again.

“That’s not fair,” you say with a little hiccup.

“Should be easy for you,” Seungmin says. “Chan’s good little girl, right?”

“Ugh, shut uuup, you’re the worst—”

“The rest of you would disagree, good girl,” he says. He tips his head, looking at the phone, so you can only assume he is zooming in on your pussy gushing around his cock as he rocks in and out. “Uh oh,” he says when you squeeze him inside you. He knows your body well by now, having wrung countless orgasms out of you, so he is grinning before you even start coming. “Three, two, one…! Ha-ha.”

You make a shaky, shuddery sound as you come, barely recovered before his hand is around your throat and he is fucking you in chase of his own completion. There’s no point in even pretending to protest. You just sigh and reach down, holding your thighs open as he moans and groans for show, coming inside you. He takes his time filming it after, sweeping his fingers around to show Chan the mess he made. He must turn the camera to selfie mode because he starts smiling his mean, puppyish grin into the screen.

“See you later, old man,” Seungmin says. “If you can even get it up after working all day.”

He stops filming and laughs you when you frown at him.

“Do you have to make it even worse?” you ask.

“Yes. Don’t ask stupid questions.” He swoops down and kisses your forehead. “Come on, crybaby, let’s have a shower. Unless you want to be full of cum when he gets home—”

“Hmmph!” You give him a indignant pout, but you get up when he helps you.

You share the shower. You keep pretending to be mad at him, only giggling a little when he touches a few ticklish spots. He knows they are ticklish so he is just being mean, but he does compensate with little kisses over your back and shoulders.

He stands behind you, kissing down your neck as you tip your head, the hot water rushing down your front. Your eyes are closed against the spray but also from pleasure, smiling to yourself as he nips at your skin then licks over the bite.

“No marks,” you say without much verve. “You know that’s another rule.”

“That’s okay,” he says, smirking into your shoulder. His hand starts to slide down the front of your body. “You’ve already broken the rules, so…”

“Seungmin,” you say, your scolding tone contradictory to the way you rock your ass against his growing hard-on. You giggle, holding onto his wrist but not stopping his descent. “We shouldn’t,” you say.

“He’s right,” comes a voice from the doorway. “You already broke the rules anyway, didn’t you?”

Your eyes fly open. You look through the glass wall of the shower to see Chan leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed. He is still dressed for the office, suit and tie, though he is already barefoot. His dark hair is neatly styled, his eyes darkly lined, a diamond stud on his nose and his ears. He lifts his eyebrows and tips his head, the expression more than a little condescending.

“Whoops,” Seungmin says with a laugh.

Chan exhales, unsmiling.

You turn the water off and slide the glass door open. The shower is a big, roomy space with two showerheads, leaving Seungmin plenty of room to step back. He rolls his eyes and somehow manages to look belligerent despite his nudity. You are a far more repentant sight with your watery eyes and pouty lips, naked and damp and innocent as can be.

“I’m so, so, so sorry, sir, daddy, sir,” you say, shaking your head. “I tried to make him stop but he wouldn’t listen. You believe me, right?”

Chan doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you with the vaguest hint of amusement in his eyes. Then he looks away with a sigh, unbuttoning his blazer. He shakes his head as he peels it off and approaches the shower.

“I don’t know what to believe, baby girl,” he says. The blazer hits the floor and he loosens his tie next. “Ya know I had to leave work early because of this?” he says. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows then his gentle hand reaches out to cup your chin.

You shiver from the coolness of the room, from his touch, from his gaze. You do not dare look away from his eyes, not even to see Seungmin’s face. You do not doubt he is just frowning and rolling his eyes anyway.

Chan presses his thumb to your lips and you open your mouth dutifully. He rests it on your tongue.

“I don’t have a lot of rules, yeah?” Chan says. “Don’t you think I’m fair?”

“Mhm,” you say, nodding, lips pursed around his thumb.

“Did you not understand the rules?” he asks. “You’re not stupid, baby. I’d find that hard to believe.”

You don’t answer, knowing you are guilty and there is little to say in your defence. Chan just sighs and slips his thumb out of your mouth. He cups your cheek and lovingly strokes it.

“You know I’m disappointed, don’t you, baby?” he says. “How many times did you break the rules today?”

“I’m sorry!” you say in a rush. “Seungmin really did start it, though. I was just in bed and he made me—”

“How many times?”

“Five,” you say, sniffling. “Three for me, two for Seungmin. It really was his fault, though, you know I would never—”

“I know what he’s like, baby,” Chan says. He is speaking in an easy, calm voice as he draws his fingers down your chin, your neck, the middle of your chest until he has a breast cupped in his hand. You try to keep a neutral expression when he rubs his thumb over its peak. “But you know you’re responsible for yourself, yeah?”

He lets go and reaches past you to turn on the water. It is a light, warm spray that makes you jump with surprise. He surprises you again by stepping into the shower almost completely dressed. He backs you into the wall as the water runs over his white dress shirt, turning it translucent.

Seungmin finally scoffs, the sound mixed with a laugh.

“You’re getting your clothes wet, weirdo,” he says.

Chan’s gentle expression hardens. You jump when his hand shoots out, grabbing Seungmin roughly by the throat. Seungmin grabs onto his wrist, clearly surprised given the way his breath catches. He tries to hide it with a grin, lifting his eyebrows when Chan looks at him.

“I’ll deal with you in a minute, Seungmin,” he says. He chokes a little gasp out of him then lets go, looking at you again. “Come here, baby,” he says softly. “You know what I have to do.”

You know he means a punishment, but you don’t know which one. Chan is tantalizingly unpredictable in that regard.

You nod, stepping where he gestures, under the showerhead but just behind the spray so none of the water hits you. You shiver again, your nipples hard and skin breaking into goosebumps. You meet Seungmin’s eye over Chan’s shoulder, Seungmin looking at you with gleeful anticipation even while rubbing his throat. From where he is standing, he must also feel the chill, the same prickling awareness of his skin, the air like a constant kiss all over your body.

The water hits Chan on the shoulder, running down his chest and side. His shirt is sticking to him, drawing your eye to the ridges of muscle down his abdomen. He taps your chin to lift your gaze, keeping your eyes locked while he undoes his tie and whips it off.

“Open,” he says.

You part your lips and he puts the tie in your mouth, wrapping the rest around your head. He reaches behind you and secures it with a knot. He taps your side, confirming the usual mute communication for when your mouth is covered. You nod and he smiles, tapping your cheek approvingly.

He reaches for his belt next, looking you over with heady eyes. You shiver at the clink of metal and whistle of leather.

“Hands,” he says.

You offer them and wait as he ties his belt in neat loops around your wrists. Your heart leaps when he yanks your bound hands up above your head and hooks the belt over the neck of the showerhead. He slides it backwards, making you follow until your back is flat to the cold wall. You make a startled, pained noise into the gag, flush with the sudden cold. The temperature shock is a stark contrast to the heat spreading between your thighs. You can do little relieve the ache, balanced on the front of your feet.

“That’s a good girl,” Chan says with one last parting look, dimples sweetly smiling at your predicament. Then he sighs, slicking back his now damp hair. Maybe his make-up is just turning smoky with the heat, but you swear his eyes literally darken when he turns to face a grinning Seungmin. “Now. You.”

You might prefer Chan’s gentle daddy dominance more than anything else, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like watching his mean sir routine when it comes to Seungmin. Because Seungmin does not like it gentle. You live vicariously through the thrills of their rougher play.

It never disappoints. You mewl like a surprised kitten when Chan backhands Seungmin, catching him before he can stumble. Even his catch is rough, a hand over his mouth and his other arm hooked around his neck. He presses Seungmin into the glass wall, his cheek flat to the cool surface. You feel a shiver of empathy.

“You think you’re smart, don’t you?” Chan asks.

There is a moment of quiet as Seungmin clearly contemplates surrendering or continuing. Then he nods. Chan’s laugh is breathy, his gaze turned upward in exasperation.

He releases his mouth and swings his hand down on Seungmin’s backside. You never imagined being so jealous of a spanking, but you are starting to feel like you got the worse punishment after all. You are forced to merely watch as Seungmin squirms in Chan’s firm grip. You are certain those marks will bruise, darkening alongside some older ones still purpling his skin.

After a thorough spanking, Chan turns him around. Seungmin thuds onto his knees when forced down. Chan places him where the water can reach and Seungmin stretches upright on his knees, trying to escape where pebbles of water hit his smarting skin. Chan smacks him and it splits Seungmin’s attention, on his cheek and his backside at once.

You thought Seungmin was mean for lightly finger-fucking your mouth earlier, but that favour gets more than repaid. Chan shoves two fingers far enough into Seungmin’s mouth that he chokes, attention fracturing yet again as he haphazardly grabs the offending hand by the wrist.

Chan tugs his fingers free, a trail of spit connecting them to Seungmin’s open mouth.

Seungmin blinks his dizzy dark eyes upward. Chan gazes back, cool and unbothered, while unbuttoning his pants. Seungmin looks ready to speak but Chan just shakes his head.

“Don’t,” he says, grabbing Seungmin by the jaw and tugging him close. “Just don’t.”

Seungmin is so funny, calling you a crybaby only to get all dribbly from a little face-fucking. It’s hot, though, and Seungmin is fully hard now. His hands are on Chan’s clothed thighs, functionally so he can tap out, but doubly affecting in how he can’t touch himself because of it. You think you can see his mental space shift in real time, going from petulant brat to something else, something content and quiet and physical.

He gasps and leaves his mouth hanging open when Chan pulls out. He flinches when Chan taps his cheek. Chan just smiles.

“That’s better,” he says. He reaches out and snaps off the water. It makes Seungmin shiver and you follow in sympathy. “Come on,” Chan says, kicking at him lightly. “Get up. This way.”

Seungmin stumbles when Chan grabs his bicep and yanks. You whimper with jealousy when Chan kisses him, a filthy hot kiss that makes you tingle from head to toe. Fortunately, you do not have to suffer much longer. Chan manhandles Seungmin until he is facing you. The mischief has been replaced with hazy desire, his eyes watery and mouth so pink and raw.

“On your knees,” Chan says, pushing at Seungmin’s shoulder.

Seungmin takes in a shaky breath but nods, getting back down on his knees in front of you. Chan grabs his hair and yanks his head back, looking down at him.

“You forgetting something?” Chan asks.

“Sorry, sir,” Seungmin says. “Yes, sir.”

Satisfied, Chan lets him go. He helps guide your leg over Seungmin’s shoulder, cooing sweet nothings at you when you make a startled sound because he lifts the other leg too. It raises you completely off the ground, both legs over Seungmin’s shoulders, weight partially supported by Chan and partially by the shower. You are completely suspended, simply sitting pretty while Seungmin eats you out.

Of course, Chan doesn’t let you finish. He tells Seungmin to stop and start a few more times before he finally lets you down. Your feet touch the ground again, though you rest your weight on the wall, your legs shaking.

Chan sweeps Seungmin’s hair out of his face and tips his head back.

“You have something to say now?” Chan asks.

“No, sir,” Seungmin replies, his voice rough.

“You gonna listen to me?” Chan asks, to which Seungmin nods. “Good. Then get up and do what I say. You ready?”

Seungmin’s job is a step ahead of yours. Chan is still helping you out of the shower by the time Seungmin reaches the bedroom. You sit perched on the counter, towelling yourself dry while Chan strips out of his wet clothes. You are about to step down when Chan scoops you up. You suppose you have lost the privilege to run ahead at will, just in case you get any funny ideas, but you don’t mind if Chan is holding you. You cling onto him, legs and arms wrapped around him as he carries you into the bedroom where Seungmin is waiting.

Chan lays you out beside him and waves a hand, giving Seungmin permission to kiss you. Seungmin eagerly sprawls on top of you, kissing and licking and moaning while Chan gets up behind him.

Your punishments appear to be contrary, you unfucked and untouched thanks to your several stolen orgasms, and Seungmin the overwhelmed subject thanks to his provocations. It’s him Chan fucks now, you laying under him, kissing his face as he grunts and groans and whines. Your shared kisses are breathy, gasping things.

You twitch and buck with wanting, feeling emptier than you ever have, while Seungmin digs his fingers into the bedspread, rocking against you while Chan rocks into him.

Seungmin comes first for once, helped along by your hands desperately seeking more, more, more. He comes all over you, dropping his face into the crook of your neck. Chan pulls out and finishes with a few strokes of his own hand, coming on that bruised and purple backside.

Fucking you both is one thing, but Chan’s work is truly cut out for him in the aftermath. But your loving boyfriend never falters, doing everythign to ensure you are both settled and soothed. Some days you return the favour, lovingly doting on your careful dominant, but today is a day he massages and kisses and takes care of you both.

You take care of Seungmin too, kissing his face. He is sandwiched between you and Chan, letting you both love up on him until his character comes back to him, then he starts thrashing around with playful dramatics. Chan giggles in that silly way of his and wraps him up, covering his shoulders with kisses while Seungmin glares at you like a disgruntled puppy.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you tease, giving him a little kiss. “This was all your fault anyway. I’m a good girl.”

Seungmin grins at that. Chan just shakes his head, but smiles deeply. He wraps an arm around you both, pulling you close. Seungmin, trapped in the middle, whines and groans, but he doesn’t stop smiling the whole time.

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summery: you and logan were sent on a mission which had a few good outcomes

warnings: fluff

a/n: soo here it is:33 PLEASE write me if you want a smut chapter thank you my loves💋 and english is not mu first language so please report any mistakes thank you🩷enjoy

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you were bearly holding on. your energy was draining more and more every second and your whole body was in pain.

let’s just say you and logan were sent on a mission and it wasn’t going well.

you were supposed to rescue some kids from a lab but nobody prepared you for the number of guards and security in there.

the positive thing was that you were able to get every kid from there. well… except from one.

in the meantime logan was able to inform everyone that you are in the need of reinforcement to which charles replied that they’re almost there.

you were still trying to get through to the child but apparently they were keeping him in a special room which was a nightmare to get in.

“Y/N THEY’RE HERE LET’S GO!” logan screamed behind you.

“I’M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT THE KID!” you screamed back.

logan knew you wouldn’t give up. you went through a lot of losses just like he did. that was one of many other reasons you understood each other.

“go get him logan please.” you felt like you’ll give out any moment. you’re knees buckled but you could not stop fighting. not yet.

“y/n you’re…” he at least tried to stop you but you wouldn’t give him a chance.

“JUST GO.” you screamed and he knew better than not listen to you.

as he ran off you could barely stand and for a second you thought about dying.

but you couldn’t just yet. both until you knew that everyone was safe.

after what felt like forever logan suddenly appeared with a boy in his arms. you smiled softly and finally let go.

you were prepared for falling on to the hard ground but the fall never came. logan was fast enough to grab you. “hold on bub please, just a little more.” he whispered and kissed your forhead softly.

he held you and the boy and ran through the building entrance where a plane was waiting for you.

“is everyone safe?” he asked peter “take care of him for a sec will ya?” he gave him the boy and put you on a seat.

you had no energy to even open your eyes. you felt how logan took your hand and squeezed it.

“i’ve got you bub. always.” he said as you gave out.

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you woke up to the sound of machine beeping over you. as you slowly opened your eyes, you saw hank and charles talking together and of course logan, standing beside the door, his eyes never leaving you.

you sat up and as yours eyes were getting used to the light logan was already walking to you.

both men stopped talking and looked at tour direction. “look who’s up.” charles smiled while hank came up to you and put off tubes that were on your body.

“i’ll talk to you about everything tomorrow y/n, rest for now.” charles simply said and went away, hank closely behind him.

you knew what you did wasn’t the best or the safest option and you were definitely get a lecture tomorrow from charles but you weren’t sorry for anything you did. everyone was safe and nobody died. win win situation.

you brought your attention back to logan who was looking at you the whole time. “you scared me bub, don’t do that again.” he caressed your cheek and helped you to stand up.

“how long have i been out?” you asked and slowly started to move forward, logans hand never leaving your back.

“three days princess.” you looked at him a bit shocked just because that never happened before.

“oh shit.” you replied

logan guided to his room. you just looked up at him with confusion all over your face.

“i’m not leaving you alone bub.” he answered while opening the door. after you entered he went to get you a shirt to wear.

“take a shower, if you need anything just shout i am here okay?” he said while he was handing you the shirt to which you just nodded.

you must admit, you loved soft logan. he doesn’t show often it but he cares so much. not just about you (well especially you) but about everyone as well. you adored this side of him.

you couldn’t really explain the relationship between you and logan. of course you could sense the attraction. everyone could but it was more than that. when he opened up to you about his feelings and about his past you knew that you definitely meant something to him.

you were scared to do a first move because you didn’t want to ruin the relationship you’ve built over the past year.

you stayed in the shower a bit longer than you usuallydo, let’s be honest, after three days and a miserable mission you just needed it.

when you got out, and put logans shirt on, that’s when you realised how big he is. the man is massive.

you opened the door and went over to the bed while logan was getting a drink. he DEFINITELY checked you out and finished his drink.

“everything alright bub?” he asked as he grabbed a pair of shorts and for the bathroom. you again just nodded as logan entered the bathroom.

this was something new for you. you couldn’t get enough of his reassuring questions and his gentle looks.

as you were thinking about how logan is treating you recently and if you would work as a couple you didn’t see logan enter the bedroom.

“watcha thinking about princess?” he disturbed you from your thoughts and you finally met his gaze. and maan were you speechless.

there he was standing, just in his shorts, his torso still covered in water and the veins on his hands standing out.

you were strike.

“cat got your tongue?” he asked with a smirked on his face. “just get here howlett.” you giggled, your cheeks red.

he just smiled back and joined you under the covers. as he was laying down he immediately grabbed you and cuddled his face into your neck.

“i thought that i was going to lose you.” he admitted quietly, “never do that again, understand?” he took your head into his hands and looked deeply into your eyes.

you didn’t know what to say, so you closed your eyes and kissed him. he eased to the kiss after a moment and your hands traveled to his hair.

he broke the kiss just to look at you again. he caressed you cheek and kissed you again, this time more passionate.

“wait.” he whispered. you looked at him, scared of what he was about to say.

“do you… do you really want this? want me?” he asked.

“logan, you’re everything and more.” you answered with a soft smile on your face.

logan didn’t need anything else and kissed you once again.

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shuenkio · 2 months

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Cat hit puberty | Yj.w

Paring: Jungwon x male!reader | Genre: 18+ Smut! Don't like Don't press.

Synopsis: You were having a good time until the clock went off.

Cw: Mentioned of cum, masturbate, sex, laterally 18+ MDNI.

Non proof read | Wc: 800+

Eng is not my first language!

A/N: Was starstruck by Jungwon ever since KCON so I finally drop this bomb at night •_•

"M/n!" Jungwon voice out, calling out for you once he's enter your room.

It's unusual at the sight you are staring at since Jungwon never wore sleeveless shirts before, it's rare to be said. Why did he look so buff and— since when his bicep got a lot bigger?

"What do you want hyung? Woah" without any warning, Jungwon's body collapse on your lap while his face buries tight on your chest. There's no reason for him to act like this and you wonder why.

"What's wrong Won hyung?" You worries asking him, if there's anything you could help him however nothing left his mouth instead, You feel his hip, humping against the blanket nonchalantly.

Now that's very questionable, not only he's humping, he then shifting slightly closer to you as he turn his face up, with the strong grips of his before locking both of your wrist against the headboard of your bed.

Unable to utter any word, Jungwon's face was obvious enough to explain the situation. His expression was mad in a messy blush like a red ink, his eye's lidded that uesd to be an cat-like-eyes replacing by the half low Lidded as if he was in pain of something.

"W-at just say it hyung say it i don't know what are you doing!!" Panick got the best of you, the unholy thoughts float across through your mind like a Sharp knife. Nevertheless despite how strong he is, You can't even move anything on your body. Your limp was between his two legs, your wrist are pinned up. All you had right now was your face that soon would be abused by him with—

"I feel werid M/n I've never feel such hotness in my body before, m- my penis is too hard" Jungwon cries out, state out what's he going through right now but he can't help, to let his heat get a hold of his mind and body as he want to have it with you.

"You're.... Don't tell me you've never masterbate before?"

"No— but I'm going to finish.. with you ah—ngh"

Soon later, your legs was lift up and thrown over on his shoulder. As you hear the sound of unbuckle belt of his, tuck away on the floor.

Couldn't resist any longer, with one hand of his are still pinning you up, the other one unzips his own pant rolling down to spring free the semi hard underneath. It was dripping with the clear liquid on his tip, his dick was seen free in front of your eyes after a few years. It not big yet it's longer than what you're expected. Uh oh it's twitching and looking at you in a demanding gaze.

In a swift motion, your mind was blocked by the fog suddenly. Seeing you was in awe, Jungwon spare no sec as he ripped out your short like tearing a paper. Entrance Infront of your juicy pink hole, before you could react, he was pushing in, to the deepest part of your ass leaving your jaw almost crack to the pressure he was giving.

Jungwon was gritted his teeth to the pleasure he was going for, so tight and squishy. Your walls was squeezing him as if you never wanted to let go even though this session was out of blue.

"You're so tight m/n I'm too sensitive" Jungwon whimpers, he is closing his eyes absorb the wave of jolt that your hole around his shaft, looking down to his action he was thrusting in, like an expert.

Not even a words you can make it out from your thoat, the eyes of you rolling back to your brain leaving the white to be presence. The slapping skin noise really driving you insane to the point you're cumming without feeling it coming.

"Feel so good I'm sorry—ughh"

Your hyung was breathless, seeking for the climax, try all his might, pushing his hip with one last final thrust, as you feel his glan shaking terribly inside of you, pulsing on your belly, soon shooting out a huge load semen with the first times of his.

"FUCK Jungwon hyung"

The clock went off, screaming to wake the person who was in a deep sleep the whole time to wake up.

You were starlet to the annoying sounds, making you catching for air, sweating from the fever dream or should you called it a hot dream?

It was something you couldn't imagine that one day you'd but it's actually happened in your dream instead. Ugh don't tell your undie got soaked wet again?

"Why why why it was so good ugh you mf clock, the good part always got ruined now my cum stained on the bed sheet"

Shouting out loud, frustrated at yourself. Who wouldn't when the part went hard and boom, you woke up?

Little did you know, Your was was so loud and clear that Jungwon could heard everything.

"ㅋㅋ I'll let you feel it later m/n~"

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ronearoundblindly · 3 months

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Drabble Birthday Ask!

Reader finally 'catches' the thing Steve's been hiding... it's that he's tired. He's tired, and he thinks it's non-inspiring or embarrassing or a burden, and he has been acting weird to cover for that.

Steeeeeeb!!!! Yes of course some TLC for Stevie. Excellent. Would recommend. 11 out of 10. Always give him the peace and safety! (Don't hate me though; it's just a bit of established relationship fluff!)

I am uncharacteristically skipping the part where you confront Steve about this. Yes, that's right. Remain calm. Ro has passed up the opportunity to write an argument. Hold your applause. WC idk but probably 2k or less (bit of a surprise at the end, too 🤭)

It's so easy.

It's just so damn easy to lose track, to keep going, to repeat. One more conversation. One more chore. One more hour. One more day. One more.

More. Constantly more.

Steve is very good at giving more. He is consistent, constant, incessant, but you can see now that despite his unending strength, your husband can't hide that drawn, fragile look behind his eyes any longer.

Sometimes, that's life.

"Actually, scratch that shit," Tony says with a flagrant point to your face as you chat. "Life is always like that. I know what Big Guy needs, don't you worry. Consider it sorted."

This speed-date style convo tumbles through a ten-second-savoring of tea. You got one cryptic sentence about 'how you're doing' in before Tony perfectly translates your meaning.

For once, more is unnecessary. He knows.

Stark, however, doesn't even have a moment to finish the turn up of his lips in a smile before his watch is pinged.

His eyes focus to the inside of his glasses. "Go for the World's Most Fashionable Hero," he deadpans, wandering off with his mug clasped like a lifeline in his hands.

Yeah, you know that feeling. Wit's End must be as contagious as pinkeye 'round these parts.

Steve's been silent for the last hour of the car ride. He checks the address. He checks the map. He checks the road. That's it.

Music he usually hates has been playing for fifty-one minutes and counting. No reaction.

Clearly, you were right to ask Stark for help.

The gravel drive up to the cabin is bumpy, and Steve apologizes for having to go so slowly.

"Almost there. I think it's--yeah, there. Okay, we're here." Your husband flips the key back and out of the ignition, a stunted sigh forcing it's way past his tight shoulders, immediately opening the door and heading for the trunk. "I'll get the bags. You get the--"

"Steve? Will you come with me for a sec?"

He looks at you--really sets his eyes on you--for the first time since loading the car.

"What's wrong?"

You crunch up to the short staircase to the long porch. "Just come up here, please."

It takes another wave of your hand in encouragement before Steve abandons the small duffels and totes. He's not used to leaving a man behind. He's got a mission. He's supposed to finish the job. Always one more thing.

More. Constantly more. That's Steve's life, and he does it without complaint. Never, ever complaining, even when he should.

His heavy, tired feet fall hollowly on the wood.

"We're starting now," you chirp, excited to surprise him.

Steve tips his bodyweight to lean on the banister, crossing his ankles before crossing his arms, his head down while sneaking a squint-and-blink to try and bounce his energy back.

"Sure, what's first on the list?"

"Oh, no," you correct. "The list is mine. Those are my activities for the weekend. You are here."

His brow furrows. "What? You're gonna--"

"Steve." You gently hold onto his arms. "I mean, you have nothing to do. Not a single thing. And I don't care where you do it, but you will be doing nothing all weekend. Sleep in the bed, on the couch, on the dingy over there, hell, right here on the porch swing. It doesn't matter. It's your rest, but you must rest."

"What about--"

"Nope."

"Or if--"

"Uh-uh, definitely not."

Steve looks slightly panicked. "Dinner?" he tries in a last-ditch effort to be useful every minute of every day.

"There is a bag of stuff that I will be dumping into a crockpot and walking away from, so, no, you can't do that either."

He's still not sure, eyes glassy and flickering about.

"There's fruit for breakfast, veggies and dip for snacks, and we don't have to even turn on the stove unless we want to. Now--" you release him "--I'm putting stuff away and--"

Steve opens his mouth to argue.

"--and not one word out of you. Not one, sweets. Go. Be free. Sleep. Stare at the water, or a wall, or the ceiling for all I care, but you have nothing else to do today. Okay?"

His eye twitches, a half-hearted glare melting into a challenge in his tight jaw.

"Okay???" you prod.

His hands fling out in defeat. "You told me not to say a word," he whines, automatically making his way back down the stairs.

"No bags," you scold.

He whips around, almost muttering.

"No bags." You rush down and past him toward the car. "And I will bring you looser clothes to sleep in."

"You--"

"AH!"

"But--"

"What did I just say, Rogers?"

Now he just looks petulant, a familiar mood in your household.

You stubbornly point to the cabin. "Go on. Git!"

He watches you bring in the mindfully-light bags you packed up for the trip, pouting and scowling in equal measure.

Steve has to show off at least once by snatching up a bit of potato that rolled across the counter in the transfer of dinner.

Instead of thanking him, you shove a t-shirt and thin sweats at his chest.

He fakes an oof of surprise and traps you for a quick kiss before going to change. He does leave you alone for the rest of setting up.

Steve is dead asleep on the deep, two-seater porch swing when you head to the little work shed, his knees bent so he faces in, his forehead buried in cushion to block out daylight, already snoring softly.

You have to hold your hands to your chest so as not to touch him. Tears of joy prick your eyes seeing him relax so quickly.

Steve can follow orders when he wants to, you think with a smile.

In the garden shed, Pepper has all the cool crafting things, and you putz around with some wood pieces and paints for a couple of hours. You walk the perimeter of the cabin to find some nice wildflowers for a table centerpiece, mixing delicate stems of blue buds with expansive wisps of white and little pops of yellow. You attempt to figure out the dingy but decide against going on the water alone yet. Maybe tomorrow.

At no point does Steve move.

When you walk up to the house, fist full of flowers, he's out cold, softly swaying in the breeze as the gusts pick up in the afternoon.

You snack and listen to music in your headphones, doze in the bed after the sun warmed you a little too much, and then wake to the smell of stew.

The beep of the crockpot wakes him.

Bedhead and pillow mishmarks on his cheek look great on Steve Rogers.

Without argument, he washes his hands and sits at the reclaimed wood table.

Steve says only two things:

"Thank you" when you set a large bowl in front of him, and "can you pass the salt?" after he taste-tests the meal.

He reads a book until falling asleep for the night with you, curled with his knees bent again.

He does well.

He keeps resting, multiple times with his book open on his chest, barely to halfway after hours and hours of holding on to the browning paperback pages.

He rests in the bed. He rests on the couch. He rests (again) on the porch swing. Finally, he rests in your lap while you both float on the lake in the dingy.

He rests with you by his side. He rests with you in his arms. He rests even when you leave to do something else. It's exactly what you wanted, what he needed, and how it should be.

Steve mumbles a fair few things, but the most important thing is that none of it is important enough to articulate. He doesn't have to talk. He doesn't have to be heard. He doesn't have to be understood.

He only has to rest, and he's following orders well. He's completing his mission.

It is truly fascinating how close you can feel without words--okay, so you two aren't completely non-verbal for the weekend, but there are no long conversations. After being married for a while, those are not entirely necessary. You know each other too well for all that; Steve simply feels the stigma of being weak and tired from his youth.

He holds himself to a different, impossible standard. He thinks of it as pushing the limits of his serum, as offering everything he has to others, as respecting those he cares for by shouldering burdens. You think it's stupid.

It is the only stupid thing Steve Rogers does.

Now, after days of resting, you're pretty sure Steve knows he was being stupid.

You hope he knows he can ask for help or a break whenever he wants, before he needs it this badly.

To your great delight, Steve gathers up his things that were left around the house, but he leaves the actual packing to you. This is very helpful in keeping the final surprise.

He's watching the water, sitting up in the porch swing for once with an arm thrown over the back, an easy, calm smile stretched across his face, the first you've seen in months if you're being honest.

Steve gestures for you to join him, but you bite your lip and check the gravel drive.

Exactly on schedule, an engine revs and wheels crackle over the gravel.

You wink at your husband just as excited shouts ring out from Tony's fancy car.

"Papa! Papa! Look what Morgan and I found at the beach!"

"I made you a seashell necklace, Momma. You, too, Pops."

Your children race up the porch steps and jump into the space below Steve's arm.

His smile is still easy, but perhaps a little more excited than calm.

More. Constantly more.

But it's not all tiring...

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