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quindolyn · 3 years

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Can you please write more sub James. I thrive off that sh*t

All Dressed Up || James Potter

A/N: I haven't been feeling inspired to write but James in lingerie seemed to get my brain working so I literally wrote this and then scoured my inbox for a request that wastage enough to fit. I like this piece and I hope you guys enjoy it, I'm feeling motivated right now so you might even get something else today or tomorrow.

Warnings: jamie in lingerie, sub!James, dom!reader, fem!reader, some bimbofication, teasing, praise, degradation; names like whore and slut but not too much of it, allusion to pegging at the end and I think that's it, all acts are consensual and there is a safe word in place

Word Count: 2870

“Close your eyes,” You giggle, placing your hands over James’ as you direct them over his shining hazel optics. Perched atop the hard planes of his thighs you make sure his fingers are held tightly together, lest he try to peek before you permit him to look.

“They’re closed, they’re closed,” He chuckles, a grin playing at his lips, slightly chapped but almost impossibly pink.

“Good,” You smile, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, “Keep being a good boy and you’ll get your present.”

It’s almost funny how drastic of an effect your words have on him in such a short amount of time, so close to him you can hear as his breathing becomes shallower, he stiffens under you in anticipation. You can’t help but smile as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, you love that you can do that to him.

“Do you think you can do that for me, pretty boy?” Your voice drops to a whisper as you lean forward so that your lips graze the shell of his ear, James tries to suppress a shiver but he is wildly unsuccessful.

“Yes, Mommy.”

You coo at his good manners, pride swelling in your chest as you gently push yourself off his lap so that you can pull a bag out from underneath the bed.

The previous weekend you and Sirius had visited Hogsmeade together, your friends are aware of the dynamic between you and James in the bedroom, Sirius especially never misses out on an opportunity to tease James, though it's always in good fun, especially when Remus reminds him just what will happen if he’s not nice to Jamesie.

You were in a store specializing in intimates, needing a few new bras as your current ones were starting to feel a bit snug when Sirius had stumbled upon the men’s lingerie. When you’d glimpsed the rows of lace, satin, and silk coming in all different colors and in all different cuts you hadn’t been able to resist.

Glancing into the bag you find yourself eternally grateful that you’d made your purchases as the excitement surrounding the idea of James in lingerie is multiplied by ten fold with him so near.

Directing your eyes back toward James you consider letting him just sit there, anticipation thrumming in his veins as the idea of him so needy for you and not being able to do anything about it always holds a certain appeal.

Your wanting to see him dressed up over rules your desire to torture him as you pull a black lace thong from the discreet bag before setting it on the floor and sitting back down on the bed, mindlessly playing with the miniscule fabric of the thong.

“You can open your eyes now baby,” You command, eyes glued to his face, wanting to see the moment it dawned on him what you have in your hands.

“W-What’s that Mommy?” He asks, gesturing to the thong in your hands.

“What do you think it is Jamesie?” Merlin, he’s adorable when he’s confused.

He pushes his glass up further on his nose as he cocks his head to the side, “Looks like a thong Mommy,” His eyes fly up to your face, a hopeful look in his eyes, “Do I get to see my Mommy in lingerie?”

“Not quite pretty boy,” His face falls at your words but he does his best to conceal his disappointment, “This is for you, s not fair I put on lingerie and don’t buy it for you too, it’s so mean of me to leave you out and I thought it was time I rectified that.”

James’ mouth drops into the most adorable little “o” shape as realization dawns upon him, he gulps before finding his words to speak, “S for me?”

His eyes are wide behind the frames of his glasses, as much as you like him in them you don’t want them getting in the way, sitting back on your heels you lean forward so you can slide them from his face and abandon them on the nightstand.

“Yeah baby s for you, you wanna stand up so we can get you into your thong for me?”

His response is immediate as he pushes himself off of the bed, nodding his head and already moving to pull his shirt off over it.

You’re extremely pleased by his reaction to your proposal, you and he had briefly discussed James in lingerie but had never given it serious consideration. You find yourself regretting putting it off for this long.

“Ah ah ah Jamesie,” Said boy’s eyes fly up to your face, a slightly panicked look in them, “Did I say you could take your shirt off by yourself?”

“No Mommy,” He admits bashfully, his hands falling from the hem of his shirt and to his sides.

“That’s right, because pretty babies needn’t trouble themselves with taking off their clothes, Mommy’s here to do it for you. Do you want Mommy to take off your shirt bubba?”

You too have pushed off of the bed and are close enough to slip your hand under his jaw, directing his gaze from the floor to your face as you pose your question to him. The soft look in your eyes tells him he’s not in trouble for acting without permission and he softens under your touch.

“Please,” He whimpers, he’s absolutely oozing desperation and you’re drinking it all up, every last drop.

Using your grip on his jaw you guide James’ face down to yours, your lips are so close that his breath is fanning across your face but you make no move to connect your lips as you’re rather enjoying watching James so needy for you.

“Mommy,” He whines, “Please, need your lips.”

“You need them baby?”

His head nods in your hold and he juts out his bottom lip, he’s the picture of desperation and Godric is it a good look on him.

You lean forward ever so slightly, allowing your lips to brush against his, in his need for you James pushes forward, trying desperately to meet yours but you’re quick to pull his face back so that your lips are simply brushing.

“Needy little thing,” You muse, allowing your gaze to drop from James’ face, you take your time to admire his body, slowly dragging your eyes back up to meet his.

Before he can beg again you’re surging forward, attaching your lips to his, your other hand flies to cup James’ jaw too so you have complete control over him and his movements. Your skin tingles under the thin material of your t-shirt as his hands gravitate towards your waist, pulling you as close to him as he can manage without breaking the kiss.

Your lips work fervently against his and he doesn’t even make an effort to match your aggression, instead just taking what you give him, absorbing every flick of your tongue and nip of your teeth.

Eventually your hands leave his jaw, instead finding where the hem of his shirt rests against the hard planes of his stomach, you make quick work of the shirt as you pull the soft cotton over his head, pulling your lips from his for just a moment in order to rid him of his clothing. That mere moment proves too much for James as he lets out the most pathetic whine.

His whining only intensifies when instead of meeting his lips again you step out of his grasp to survey him. Allowing your eyes to sweep over his newly bared chest your mouth salivates at his muscle shifting under his beautiful skin.

Moving towards him your hands find the button of his jeans, making quick work of it and the following zipper while you let your teeth graze over the hard bud of his nipple. The guttural moan he releases at the stimulation reminds you that you love his nipples almost as much as he loves yours.

Hooking your fingers on both his jeans and boxers you pull them down in one fell swoop, sinking to your knees with the offending fabrics you have an optimal view of James’ cock as it bounces against his hip. He already seems to be hard and his pretty, swollen head is already leaking precum.

You help him step out of his clothes, he follows your instructions obediently all the while his head is craned downwards so that he can keep his eyes on you. The gentle touches of your hands against his calves have him buckling at the knees.

“Do you like how I look on my knees baby?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes before gently kissing the inside of his thigh

“Y-yes Mommy,” He stutters out.

“Don’t get used to it,” Sternness seeps into your voice as you deliver a harsh slap to the inside of his thigh, the same spot where just moments earlier your lips had been tenderly pressed against his skin as you reach for the lace thong.

Helping James step into the lacy garment you smirk as you tease him, your fingertips brushing against his soft skin as you slowly slip the thong up his legs, taking a sick sort of pleasure in the way he squirms, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

A pleased smile graces your lips as you pull the garment up to rest on James’ hips, you’d guessed at his size but as your eyes survey him there’s no denying how well it fits him.

Not even bothering to spare him a glance upwards you let your palms smooth across the tops of his thighs, a thin dusting of hair along his smooth skin, as your eyes remain glued to his cock, straining against the lacy fabric.

“So pretty,” Your murmur, letting your palms venture up his thighs, dancing dangerously close to his aching cock but never quite touching him where he so desperately needs you.

“Turn around for me,” You instruct, tapping his hip.

On shaky legs James manages to turn so that you have a view of his ass, on full display for you thanks to the minsiculity of the thong.

A wicked smile stretches across your lips as you lift your hands to shamelessly grope his ass, fingers melding into the supple flesh as you knead it beneath your palms.

“So firm,” You praise absentmindedly, removing your hands so you can admire the red tint to his ass after your ministrations on it. You’re certain that if you could see James’ face a similar red tint would be adorning his other set of cheeks.

“Godric thank the lad who invented Quidditch,” You murmur against his skin as your lips find his hip, trailing soft, delicate kisses down his skin, following the curve of his bum while your hand continues to grope the other cheek.

“Thank you Mommy,” He manages breathlessly, doing his best to not fall to his knees right with you as your touch turns his legs to absolute mush.

After thoroughly ravishing his bum and upper thighs with kisses you push yourself to your feet, giving him a quick slap on his bottom before ordering him to lie on the bed.

As he scrambles to obey your order you keep your eyes fixed on his form while your fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, making quick work of it as you pull it off over your head and abandon it on the floor.

James’ eyes immediately fix on your chest, breasts supported by a white lace bra, the way he’s looking at you though, you’d think you were completely naked.

“See something you like, pretty boy?” The flexing of his thighs does not go unnoticed by you, no doubt because of your teasing tone.

He simply nods in response, not being able to formulate the words to respond to you.

“Poor baby,” You coo, climbing onto the bed so that you’re once again straddling James, only now you sit lower on his legs, more on his upper shins than thighs, “Already too dumb to use your words?”

With one hand planted on the bed to support you as you lean forward the other grabs James’ chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.

Any hope James had of summoning the ability to speak dissipates at your show of dominance. The haze that had already begun to cloud his mind only intensifying as he becomes acutely aware of all the places where your body touches his, the way your breasts hang from your chest, so close that he could lift his hand to feel them, play with them.

“Poor dumb baby,” You mewl, your hand leaving his chin, sliding down the smooth skin of his chest and abdomen before settling on his prominent bulge. Without preamble you cup his cock in your hand, the only thing separating the two being the black lace that he looks so pretty in.

His back arches off the bed at your touch, thrusting his hips up into your hand he puts on quite the show, always a good, eager slut.

“Mommy!”

“Oh, so now you can speak?” You taunt, face mere inches from his.

All you’re met with in response is an admittedly adorable, if not pathetic, whine as James squeezes his eyes closed and tries to still his wriggling hips. Your hand continues to palm at his crotch, never once letting up on your movements as he writhes underneath you, completely consumed by the pleasure you bring him.

You love how he looks below you; useless, needy, a perfect little slut. Him beneath you never fails to get you wet, your wetness pooling in your panties as a warmth settles low into your stomach.

“Feels so good Mommy, need your hand, need it!”

“You’ve already got it baby, isn’t that what I’m giving you right now?”

His eyes fly open, looking down between your two bodies as if to check if your words are true, when he finds that they indeed are they come back up to you, desperation and lust swimming in his hazy optics.

“S not enough,” He cries, his back again flying off the mattress, “S not enough Mommy, need more, need more.” He keeps repeating the words over and over again like a prayer he’s desperate to have answered.

To silence him you drop onto your forearm, your lips meeting his, swallowing his moans, his pleads, his whines, all the while your hand still palms away at his cock.

Large hands find your body, but so ravaged by lust they roam as though lost, over your hips, your waist, briefly skittering over your bum, not quite sure where to land. As though echoing his earlier words nonverbally, needing all of you, but nothing quite seeming to be enough.

If he wasn’t so entrenched in your body, in the way you’re making him feel, perhaps he would’ve noticed the tell tale warning signs that he was approaching his orgasm. Perhaps he would’ve had time to beg to cum, to promise to be a good boy for you so long as you grant him release.

Instead it washes over him all too suddenly, catching him off guard as he thrusts up into your hand once more, cumming all over himself, the thong, and your hand.

More wetness pools in your pussy as you feel James twitch beneath you as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm, his prick sensitive under your touch.

“M-Mommy,” He whimpers as he starts to come back after his orgasm, “Mommy s’too much.”

His hips try to squirm away from you as you ignore his words, continuing to grope his cock through the now ruined material of the thong you’d bought for him.

“Mommy please!”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to cum Jamesie,” You speak against the soft skin along his collar bone, your tone of voice causes a shiver to race down his spine.

“I’m sorry Mommy,” He whimpers uselessly, “I’m sorry.”

“And not only did you cum without permission,” You say, ignoring his apologies, “But you came in your panties like a little whore, didn’t realize you were that much of a useless slut, ruining your new clothes.”

“Didn’t mean to Mommy, just felt so good,” His voice is a strained whine and only serves to deepen your arousal, sending a shiver down your spine and directly to your pussy.

“If my touch feels so good then why are you trying to get away from me, slut?” James’ hips are indeed still trying to evade your grasp, rather uselessly, but he doesn’t seem to be deterred, still writhing underneath you.

“S’too much!” He cries out, contradicting his statement as he bucks up into your hand.

“Aw, is it too much for you Jamie? Can’t take it?” Your words are dripping with a sick sort of amusement, a sneer adorning your lips.

You lean down so that your lips are grazing his ear, your breath fanning across the side of his face, he shivers at your proximity and you can’t help but love the effect you have on him.

“If you can’t take this, how do you expect to take my strap?”

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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hii, i absolutely loved your “yes ma’am” jj one shot, just wanted to say that if you plan on writing more of that i would really really love to read it :) idk if you take requests but if you do feel free to interpret this as one i guess, even tho it’s not very specific 😭 sorry i’m not good at this but anyways i hope you have a very good day !!

baby boy

this can be read as a part two, or seperately from this

jj maybank x reader / masterlist

summary; the boy that you have intimate instructs with shows up at your door, after getting in an altercation with his father. you make him feel better, by proceeding to do more than patch him up / warnings; domestic abuse, jj’s dad is a piece of shit, mummy kink, smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), 69ing, titty sucking

“Let me make you feel good.” JJ was a state, he was bruised black and blue, the injuries having endured the soothing chill of ice to help reduce the pain. Though he still winced as he sat up straighter, staring at you. A frown caused discord to contribute to his features, as he became distracted by the other things he would wish to do to you.

It was a passion of his to be between your legs, delivering supple amounts of pleasure. Since the first time he had done such a deed with you, he was put on quite the tantrum if he wasn’t allowed to. A pout coursed the pursing of his lips, enforcing you to tut at his demeanour.

Though tonight, if you were sure he could handle such matters, you would go easy on him. Usually you took great pride in littering hand prints along his body, more specifically his ass, but for now he had enough bruises creating a discourse in his skin. You wished you had an eraser, so that you could remove all the endurances that he had survived, as well as to make his horrid father disappear entirely from the picture.

JJ deserved vastly better, and you were going to take care of him, as long as he consented of course. He needed to absorb the fact that life was not all pain, even for pogues, there were things to take pleasure in, such as the beauty of the collaboration of human bodies; it was a force of nature, endured through fusion of conspired cruelty.

Everyone knew of the circumstances that the blond managed to survive in, half the time, he spent the time of his slumber beneath his friend John B’s unstructured roof, or like now, under yours, a place that he felt safe, and secured in the setting.

Here, there was no need for him to be fearful, it was a shelter for him to fawn in, to feel free to bare the nasty inflammation of purple digress across his chest, and the split in his brow that would take a couple of weeks to completely heel.

The bruises, swollen like forbidden plums, etched out of his body, staring you in the face, though, it only served as a fatal reminder of his father’s subject to inflict pain. Though his anger and resented ways of parenting were induced by heroine, filtering his veins with a poisonous role as a boy’s father.

There was emotion surfing upon the tide of JJ’s azure eyes, brill by the pain that resonated within the waves, permitting rolls of sorrow to persevere out from his forlorn irises, sending signals of unmistakable endurance towards you, as though he were pleading to be comforted.

Briskly, he nodded his head, without words, saying that he was fine with the matter of you making him feel better; in fact, the desire of being held, and soothed, was rather intent, twisted with the feeling of being carved into a motion of forgetting the rash circumstances that had permitted him to be taken in, and nurtured by your soft hands.

His nose burrowed into your shoulder, nestling into the locks that cascaded down, the shallow breaths that he took granting him to breathe normally for a second. Each time that he shut his eyes, he pictured the scene; it was on the porch, mid morning. He was just about to creep in, and grab any supplies that he had left in his room.

But his father had been waiting for his late arrival, sitting on the chair with disappointment written all over his face. It was terrifying, and what with JJ being the way he was, he did not even attempt to bite back words, instead he allowed his mouth to run freely, resulting in the morbid beating, that had his bones aching.

The treatment was a regular occurrence, but this was cusping his mindset to be scathed, even when he was in your presence, cooped up in his safety net of your physical contact, the abusive actions flickering far behind his eyes, like a silent movie that had him keening out for something more optimistic in referral to his future.

As your had slid down his flushed skin, he gulped, almost moaning out at the tenderness that your hand attributed alongside his beaten flesh. He felt like he had endured a battle, and he was lucky to have gotten out alive. The remnants of the war were scattered about like a platter of marble, there were lines striking his exterior, creating a crack in his appearance, as though he were broken, and he sure as hell felt that way.

But you wouldn’t allow him to think like that; he was not broken. Instead he was tarnished, but there was still chance of having the certification to be repaired. And you would do anything to make JJ, your sweet boy, feel obscenely better. He deserved the world, yet with the brunt of it, he had been handed life on a stick, carrying his burdens around like a ploy.

It was the price all that were born on the cut paid, enforcing the image of the figure eight to appear like a paradise, with strong walls to hide behind, and grave teams of people that would willingly support them, whether they were neighbours, of friends, or coworkers, or anyone. And not to mention, they had the dough to hire lawyers and attorneys to respond with privilege in defence of their actions.

The lower your hand crept down, as though it were preying for something to attain a hardy grip on, the more erect JJ’s cock became. He could feel himself twitch in his boxers, for that was all that he was clothed in, the fragrance of your shampoo seeping through the breaching of his nostrils only aiding the ramifications of his pulsating length, that was growing by the second.

To adjourn his frustrations out, JJ knew that he was not supposed to wisp his fingers through your hair, and thus instead, he bunched up the sheets beside him that were stretched out like a layer of monotone and neutral land, lightly rutting his hips in an upwards motion, hoping, even mindlessly praying, that you would shift your attention to the prodding that was expedited from the inside of his underwear.

“Oh baby boy, it’s okay. I’m here, and I am going to take real good care of you.” You spoke as you noticed his crotch standing to attention, and him whimpering for the same eye drawing scenario. From your condemned statement, a slither of colour paved his face, mostly concentrated on his cheeks.

Your JJ was inherently blushing, the heat crawling over and under his flesh, as though he were embarrassed by how quickly he had gotten aroused. However, there was no need for him to be, and you assured him by pressing firm kisses along his jaw line, nipping lightly on the skin, and tugging with restraint upon it.

Slipping from his lips, a guttural groan fumbled out, purchasing a content smile to break out onto your face. The distraction was plentiful, more so as your hand cupped his bulge, gently stroking the top through the material with the pad of your thumb. It was a circuit of stimulation, erupting a course of pleasure through his veins.

“Don’t wanna- mummy.” He whined, making you cock your head in staged dominance, glancing down at him, as he pleasingly held his gaze upon you, with his jaw tipped up so that he could get the best perspective of your face.

“Don’t wanna what baby?” You lightly tease him, causing his heart to rapidly flutter as you continue to caress him through the red of his boxer shorts. There was a visible patch of precum on the crimson material, soaking through the layer, as he languidly rolled his hips, and to exhibit him further comfort, you leant down, tasting its sweet salted flavour in your tongue as you ran your tongue over the fabric.

Tugging at the rim of his underwear, you watched as his cock flipped out of the confines, bobbing up on the canvas of his stomach, with the layer of precum swiped over his tip, a little stretched down the ways of his length.

“I want to eat you, taste you.” He sniffled lightly, whining in a higher pitch, as he muffled his pleads into your neck. In turn to his nonchalant begging, you were coerced to rub your thighs together, unintentionally warming the slick that had gathered between them, it was hot to see his desperation.

“Mummy, please.” Light tears corrupted his eyes, he was on the edge of combusting from lack of getting what he wanted, and you didn’t have the heart, or lack of to deny him, especially after what had sourly happened to him, in the habit of his own family home.

As you went to peel his boxers all the way down his legs, about to untangle them from around his ankles, JJ urgently began to tug at your clothes. He could see that you had given into his wish, you were going to allow him to flick his hungry to please tongue over your slit, and he was eager to do so, as was quite obvious by the way he screwed the bottom of your shirt up in his hands, rolling the material in his fists.

“Patience baby boy.” From your soothing command, he calmed, and you threaded your hands through his hair, as a reward for his obliged cooling of behaviour. Slowly, as you leant your chest close to him, you remove your blouse, and from the soon proximity that you were in to JJ, he began to suck your tits through your bra.

A tut abandoned your mouth, and lightly with gentle might you pushed him back, to remove the last layer on your upper half, allowing him to return in his commencing of suckling on your nipples, as though he were a newborn, starved and inclined to feed. In the meantime of JJ salivating your nubs, you shifted out of your shorts, leaving you in nothing more than your panties.

His head ran down, his lips laddering down the steady rising slate of your stomach, down to between your thighs, his mouth succulently nipping over the thin layer of your panties, he remained there for a moment as you panted from the sensation, before rolling him over, and turning, so that whilst he feverishly tugged your panties to the side, you leant your head down, eyeing his cock.

Your hand trailed down to his appendage, swiftly tugging on his length, causing high pitched tones to emit from his busy lips, the vibrations muffled against your cunt, trying his utmost to devour your flow of juices. Enclosing your lips around his cock, you steadied your hips around the portrayal of his head, taking bit by bit further down your throat.

To add to his specifics of pleasure, you rolled his balls in the palms of your hand, rotating your fingers around the sack below his length, and thus you pulled you lips off from around him for a moment, to lick a line up the seam of it, before returning to deep throating his cock.

A few more bobs of your head had JJ finishing in your mouth, and for a minute, you rolled his seed around in his mouth as you thrusted yourself hips against his face, chasing your own high as you swallowed his.

“Wanna make mummy cum. Want to taste her sweet, sweet mummy juice.” Gripping onto his waist, you furiously rode his face, releasing a small, supple scream as you finished on his beautiful complexion. He toyed his tongue around your folds, soaking up every drop of your essence with his tongue.

With a heavy breath, you clambered off from him after cumming, a content smile prevailed on your face as you stretched your arm across to the bedside table, grasping up the packet of cleansing wipes, and retracted one from it, using them to wipe your juices off from his face, sweeping up the excess that was glossing his chin.

After disposing of the used wipes, you tucked JJ under the sheets, bringing him to lay against your chest, as you applied a kiss upon his forehead. His blue eyes fluttered closed, as he began to suck on your tits again, aiding him in having calm dreams, and forget about the troubles that had haunted him.

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lovethoery · 3 years

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pairing: nonidol!jeno + fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut! please read at your own risk ♡ also just very soft n fluffy for the most part. it gets a little mean at the end but it’s all consensual and discussed before hand!!! promise.

kinks: slight puppy play, mentions of pegging and strap-ons, dominant reader, submissive jeno, mommy kink, vaginal sex, established relationship, no protection (pls b safe!!), dirty talk, fingering, ♡ big dick jeno ♡, breeding (the reader says not to, but i promise they’ve talked it over and it’s actually okay), mention of pussy eating, name calling?, tummy bulging, drooling.

a/n: i have not been able to stop thinking abt subby puppy jeno... he’s just so good... im not a dom, but for jeno (and mark)? i’ll do anything. this is very much self-indulgent. no i’m not sorry.

jeno’s hips can’t help the way they fuck into your hand, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling. it’s just so good, and he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months.

“and whose fault is that?” you coo, leaning forward to get in the boy’s face. jeno’s ears are a bright pink, chest and neck beginning to adopt the same hue. he gulps, looking down to where your fingers are wrapping around his length, working him up and down.

“m-mine...” he whispers, mouth parting open as his eyes flutter shut.

“unh-unh. eyes on me, mutt,” you order. jeno’s nothing if not obedient, though, and he opens his eyes quickly, whimpering. “do you wanna fuck mommy?” you can’t miss the way jeno’s eyes light up; it’d be impossible to miss it.

he’s pressed up against the headboard of your shared bed, shirt tossed in a corner somewhere. his jeans are unbuttoned and shoved down messily, boxers still confining most of your boyfriend’s cock. jeno looks an absolute wreck, and you can see the way the thought of being inside your pussy causes him to sink deeper into his fucked out state.

raising a hand, you brush the hair out of his face gently, jeno’s tongue brushing past his lips to wet them. your fingers itch to push past those pretty pillows and make him gag, but you figure you’d save it for later.

“yes or no, angel?”

jeno’s mouth opens wider, then closes. he looks around as if you’re baiting him, but then he speaks softly. “yes...”

“yes what, pup?” your eyes bore into his, daring him to look away when you’re practically dangling a bone in his face—something so sweet and savory. a chance he doesn’t get often.

“yes, mommy,” jeno breathes, eyes wide and borderline innocent. borderline only because you know what he’s really like—desperate, needy, trying everything in his power to keep from breaking any rules you may have set forth tonight. “please let me fuck you...”

the boy beneath you is practically vibrating from the prospect of being inside you once again. he hasn’t been allowed to fuck you as of late due to poor... technique.

“mmm...” you hum, straightening your back to sit up, taller than him; looking down on him like the mutt he is. “do you think you can do a good job? surely with how much mommy’s fucked you, you must’ve learned something, right, puppy?”

jeno whimpers, loud and high in his throat, head moving forward to rest his face in your chest. the boy mouths at your shirt, nuzzling into you. you can’t help but bring your hands to card through his hair, petting him gently. jeno is your most precious boy, after all. “oh, puppy... okay, okay... you can fuck mommy.”

moving off of his lap, you begin to pull your clothes from your body, only to be stopped by jeno. “let me, please...” always such a good boy, you think.

jeno’s fingers tremble when he brings them to the drawstring on your shorts, despite how deft and nimble they typically are. it makes you giggle, laying on your back to allow him to pull the shorts from your legs. he moves slowly, almost like he’s still unsure about it all. you coo, reaching for his wrist. you thumb over the protruding bone, reassuring in your gentle movements. he nods in understanding, spreading your your legs wide to play with your pussy, admiring the way it glistens with your essence.

a sigh slips from the both of you when jeno sinks in his middle finger, and you giggle again. jeno’s eyes snap towards you, making sure he’s doing alright before he’s wiggling the digit carefully. his thumb moves to hook onto your clit, drawing gentle circles. he’s working you up, just like you’d taught him to when you first started having sex.

you moan softly, jeno’s middle finger beginning to crook, searching for your g-spot. your back arches when he finds it, toes curling and the boy between your legs can’t help the way his tongue starts to loll out of his mouth, practically salivating at the display before him. he’s never seen something so beautiful in his entire life, and his cock throbs from where it sits half-way out of his underwear. a blurt of pre-cum spills from the tip and you grin lazily.

“and here i thought i was the only one who was wet... but you’re dripping over there, baby,” you breathe. your voice is pitched up just a little, head tilting back. you miss the way jeno’s eyes flutter shut at your words, embarrassment flooding his bones.

“can i add another finger?”

you nod at his question, praising him for being so good, remembering to ask before doing. you’ve taught him so well, how to be the best boy be can be, and jeno beams under it. he takes the permission granted to him and slips his ringer finger in next, scissoring them wide.

a whine falls from your lips, legs spreading wider as you clench around the digits. “fuck, that’s so good,” you moan, eyes moving to lock on jeno’s. you grin again, teeth on display and jeno whimpers, kissing your bent knee. moving your foot, you press it up against jeno’s cock, biting your lip in satisfaction when jeno’s hips jolt.

“hurry up, puppy. get mommy ready for your big cock so you can fuck her nice and good.”

jeno doesn’t need to be told twice, fingers beginning to speed up after adding a third, pumping in and out of you. you moan louder, head falling back against the mattress. the coil in your abdomen tightens, spring loaded and ready to snap when jeno’s thumb speeds up its circles on your bud. your hips buck up, whines falling from your mouth as you get closer and closer, falling from the edge when jeno takes initiative and gives you that fourth finger, cupping your pussy as he stretches you wide and makes you cum.

it’s with soft whines and pretty cries that you cum, back arched taut like a bowstring and jeno thinks he could cum untouched, just from the sight alone. he has, if he remembers correctly. but not right now. right now, jeno needs to be inside you.

without even thinking, jeno’s quick to pull his hands away, shoving his pants and briefs down enough for his cock to fall out, heavy and thick between his legs.

your eyes are hazy as you look up at him, still coming around from your orgasm when jeno shoves his length into you. your eyes widen, mouth falling open as he starts to thrust, eyes watering from the stretch. “f-fuck!” you cry, back arching again. it burns, but you’re too preoccupied with the pleasure that builds behind your belly button again.

four fingers are never enough when it comes to stretching you out, another reason why you prefer to fuck him, and not the other way around. that, and every time jeno gets his cock in you, it goes like this.

the boy between your legs is practically jackhammering into you, hips moving like a piston into you over and over again. his eyes are closed and his tongue hangs from his mouth, drool coating his chin. his eyes open and close, looking down at you. jeno’s so far into his own headspace, there’s nothing in his eyes but desire and a need to breed you.

“j-jen... puppy, you’ve gotta slow d-down—oh, my god...” you try, hand moving to press against his tummy. it’s damp with sweat, tensing over and over from a mix of exertion and undying pleasure. jeno, despite your pleas, shows no sign of slowing. it feels like he begins to move even faster, balls slapping against against you.

the room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, your pussy squelching loudly as it tries to adjust to jeno’s width.

he stops for a moment, moving the two of you around. jeno moves with your legs tossed over his forearms, pulling you closer and up into his lap. with your feet up in the air, you feel a little burn of shame, not used to being manhandled in this way, though you know in the back of your mind you could easily take back control if needed.

jeno seems to only get rougher, pushing back into with a one-track mind. you know that look when he looks at you again. he wants to cum inside you.

“no,” you warn, hand tangling into his hair and pulling roughly.

jeno leans forward with a cry, face burying itself in your chest, knees pressing to your chest. you groan with the stretch in your thighs and waist, but shake it off, pushing it to the back of your head when you feel soft lips pressing against the base of your throat. teeth scrape across your skin, biting down.

with your legs locked up between your bodies, you have no way of pushing jeno away. it’s not that you don’t want him to cum inside, you do. it’s just... he doesn’t deserve it for the way he broke your rules.

“m-mommy!” jeno’s voice is high pitched, breaking on the end as his thrusts slow, but grow rougher. you can feel the slick between your legs, spilling down over your ass and onto the blankets beneath you. “so g-good... wanna breed you...”

your mouth opens when jeno readjusts, cock pressing up against your walls in the best way possible, pressing up against your sweet spot every single time. your toes curl where they’re propped up in the air, your boyfriend’s body preventing you from lowering them. a cramp starts to pull somewhere in your left thigh, and you contemplate telling jeno as much but when he cries out into your chest, you don’t have it in you to stop him.

“you better pull out, mutt!” you warn him, fingers wrapping around broad shoulders and digging into his skin. pretty crescent moon shapes litter his back, deep, red scratching lining his tanned skin.

your words seem to only spur jeno on, hips picking up pace as he becomes focused on only his pleasure.

“stupid dog,” is all you’re able to get out before jeno’s hips are stuttering, cock bottoming out. the tip kisses your cervix, cum painting your walls, and your own body convulses at the feeling. you moan into the air of your bedroom, pulling jeno even closer. your tummy bulges with his cock, and jeno just has to press a clammy hand against it.

jeno stays buried deep inside you for a moment, catching his breath. he’s hiccupping a little as he tries to come back to earth from whatever pleasure-induced cloud he’d been on. your fingers move to bring jeno’s face to yours, lips pressing against one another. jeno’s tongue finds refuge against your own, and you moan into his mouth. it’s sloppy and messy, the total opposite of the jeno everyone else gets to see and it makes you clench around his softening cock.

when he pulls away, you hum, taking in the sight before you. jeno’s eyes are wide, pupils blown as he regards you like you’re the only source of water for miles and he hasn’t had a drop in days. his tongue hangs out of his mouth, panting like a dog, and his chin is covered in drool. your fingers work to clean his face, wiping against the bedsheets once you’ve done your best to work the spit away.

you gasp as jeno’s cock slips free, soft between his legs.

“hi, baby,” you whisper, a grin on your lips as you work him back to you. “can you speak yet?”

jeno swallows, eyes blinking slowly as his mouth works to form words.

“shh... you don’t have to try if you can’t. just nod if you’re feeling good enough to keep going.”

the boy between your legs keens softly, nodding a soft yes. you card your fingers through sweat-dampened hair, cooing gently, trying to show as much affection to the boy as you can before you’re yanking on the strands, growling under your breath.

jeno whines in pain, but you can feel his dick twitching against your ass.

“stupid fucking dog. you can’t listen, can you?” your voice is biting, though you mean no malice. “first, you think of only yourself when i so graciously let you fuck me. remember last time, mutt? remember why mommy hasn’t let you fuck her in months? because you do shit like this.” with another tug, jeno’s groaning, mouth opening again. your free fingers work into his pretty, swollen mouth, pressing down on his tongue. your thumb hooks under his jaw, in the divot behind his chin. forcing his mouth open, you maneuver his head so he’s unable to look anywhere but you. “and then, to make it worse, mommy told you not to cum inside her. but what do you do? you cum inside her like a stupid mutt. do you know what will happen if mommy gets pregnant?”

jeno’s eyes are filling with tears, and for a moment you become worried, but you know jeno’s smart enough to use his safe word. he has before, even when he’s gone so far into his puppy space that he’s gotten nonverbal.

“if mommy gets pregnant with your puppies,” you whisper, bringing him in close. he swallows as best as he can around your fingers. “then mommy can’t fuck you like the stupid bitch you are. and you will never get to come close to my pussy. do you understand me, mutt?”

the boy trapped between your legs nods quickly, drool spilling from around your fingers once more. you hum, digging a heel into jeno’s lower back before releasing him. jeno slumps against your chest once your legs are free as well, and your fingers move from his mouth to pet through his locks again.

“you’re lucky you’re so cute, nono.” your voice is breathy, a soft giggle in it somewhere as jeno rests his chin on your chest, looking up at you with big eyes. “god, i can’t even be mad at you.” you’re pouting down at him, moving to adjust your position. turning around, you rest up against the headboard, legs spread wide. jeno’s cum drips from your fluttering walls, between your cheek, and onto the bed sheet beneath you.

“if you wanna make it up to me, you’ll come over here and use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum.”

jeno’s eyes light up once more and he’s immediately crawling between your legs, ready to give you the world and then some.

#jeno lee smut #lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct u smut #00 line smut #sub!nct #sub!jeno #this was so self indulgent #i just really needed this #i want a jeno so badly

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theepisceswriter · 3 years

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JJK men based off songs in my sex playlist (Nanami, Gojo, Toji, Ijichi)

A/N: my poundtown post just hit 1K today, so I had to come through and deliver my JJK besties with some new content since I haven’t posted anything for them in a while. I hope you guys enjoy ! 💜

Synopsis: Sex songs I think go with the men of JJK + specific lyrics + a small Drabble based off of those lyrics, not using the lyrics as words, but scenarios kinda

TW: mature things obviously, long post bc each Drabble is 300 words+, roughness and degrading & public sex for Toji, mommy kink and teasing for Ijichi, 18+, MINORS DNI!

NANAMI: Dance For You by Beyoncé

Loving you is really all that's on my mind

And I can't help but to think about it day and night

I wanna make that body rock

Sit back and watch

Tonight I'm gonna dance for you

“Think of our bedroom as a strip club tonight.” Your hands traveled up the length of Nanami’s arms until you got up to his collar bones, using the elevated height the heels gave you to your advantage as you pushed him back into the clothed chair you had stolen from the living room, having thought this whole night out in advance to make sure Nanami left the bedroom the next morning for work beyond satisfied and rushing back home to you for round two. It’s what the man deserved after working as hard as he did all the time; a little stress reliever to make him forget about paperwork and the confinements of a work desk for once.

“No touching. I can touch you, but you can’t touch me.” You ordered, earning no sign of protest from the blonde, as you made your way over to the speaker where the soft sensual melodies were ready to go and infiltrating the room as soon as you pressed play. With your face turned to the wall, you could only wish to see his initial reaction when you dropped your robe to reveal your lingerie clad body, the red of the lacy garments and matching garter complimenting your skin beautifully which was only accentuated by the dim lighting of the candles you had placed around the room.

You turned around just in time for you to catch Nanami shifting in the confines of the chair so he could manspread his legs out and it didn’t take long for your eyes to find out that the erection pressing against his work slacks was the reason why. Getting down on your knees, you crawled over to where he was situated in slow movements mimicking that of a lion or panther with your back arched as far as it could to give him a nice view of your ass. A thousand blinding suns couldn’t take his attention away from you. His glaring gaze you could feel on you despite his signature glasses covering his pupils.

Your hands slid from his ankles up to his thighs, teasingly grazing at his erection with your breast making a small grunt fall from his lips, up until they were at his shoulders. Which you then used to prop yourself up on his lap with, testing the sorcerer's patience with each languid movement of your hips against his laps. It was barely a swirl and more of a ghosting feeling than an actual one, but my god was it still driving him crazy. And as if that wasn’t enough, your hands moved behind your back to unclip the decorative bra you had on and allow it to fall down your chest until your hardened nipples were exposed to his gazing eyes, discarding of it somewhere in the room as you threw it over his head.

“Come here.” He finally spoke up, broad hands grabbing ahold of your waist and moving you so your crotch was directly over his. He had enough of the teasing and dancing, he needed you right here right now. His hands roamed all over your body, even pausing at the meat of your ass to grope it momentarily, before his hands were trailing up your chest and stopping right at the hilt of your breast. Taking each of them into his large hands as he leaned forward in one swift movement to take one of your hard nubs into his mouth, gently biting down on it before soothing the burning sensation with his warm tongue.

“Daddy hasn’t been taking care of you like he should of been lately, hm? I’m going to make up for the whole week tonight, babygirl. Fuck you soo good until you’re begging me to stop.”

GOJO: On the Way by Jhene Aiko

Got me squirtin', take off the sheets

I want you to see it

You're what this pussy needed

“Come on, I know that pretty pussy of yours has more to give to me.”

You could hear the teasing smirk in Gojo’s mocking words from above and if the tears pooling in your eyes with each painful overstimulating thrust of his fingers into your sore pussy mixed with the override of your senses from nearing your 3rd, possibly 4th, back to back orgasm, didn’t have your eyes so blurry then you would’ve looked up and saw the exact same image of the blue-eyed man you were envisioning.

“I-I can’t Gojo, it’s too much,” But despite the whimpering and protests that left your lips the fast fucking of his slender fingers in your cunt don’t stop at all. At least not like you had hoped, the white haired individual pausing only to discharge a wad of spit on your clit to massage in with his rough thumb. Your poor pussy is too weak at this point to even clench at his fingers, but the picking up of your breathing and flushing of your cheeks is enough for him to know that you’re nearing the edge.

His fingers covered and slippery with your slick curve up inside of you warranting a sob to rip from your lips. His three fingers that work the inside of you as good as his cock mixed with the gentle massaging of your clit is all too good to the point where it's mind-numbingly good. You don’t even have time to warn him of the warm feeling in the pits of your uterus getting really to flood out before your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and you’re choking on any words that are trying to escape your lips.

You can feel the warm clear liquid gushing out of you, the insides of your thighs soaking wet with the substance and the spongy noises that infiltrate your ears as Gojo works you down from your high and milk you of every last drop of your squirt.

“Good fucking girl,” He praises you with a low growl, fingers finally slipping out of you for the first time in the last 30 minutes. “Are you finally ready for my cock now?”

IJICHI: Yeah, I Said It by Rihanna

Yeah, I said it,

I want you to fuck me tied up

The trace of your taste on the panties you had stuffed into Ijichi’s mouth has him salivating until it’s dripping down the sides of his mouth, wanting and eager to taste you and hoping that you’ll take some mercy on him and finally give in to what he wanted. His cock is red and sore from the cockring you placed around his balls, making sure he wouldn’t get any release even if you were generous enough to gift him with the warmth of your folds, but most importantly it was standing straight up at your attention; aching and waiting to see what your next move would be. It’s not like he had even an inch of dominance in his body to grab you and just take you, but even if he did he wouldn’t be able to because of the restraints you had placed around his wrists and ankles to tie him to the bed. The flesh around them red and sore from trying to do their best to wiggle out of their grip.

He wanted you so bad to the point where it hurt him, but he also wanted to stay tied up waiting until you were ready to use him.

A quiet gasp tore itself from his lips when he felt the ghosting fingers of your soft fingertips dance upwards on his thighs and gently rub up against the ache that was his erection, allowing it to jerk in your direction as a reflex.

“My poor baby.” You finally spoke up with a hint of remorse, your words cooing softly.

The dewy flushness of his cheeks from crying finally getting to you. Not to mention that you had finally reached your wits end and wanted him just as bad as he wanted you in this moment. Removing the underwear from his mouth you replaced them with your tongue and lips only for a couple of seconds before you were pulling away to say, “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” Your lips trailed from the side of his mouth down to his chest until you were at his nipples, toying with the sensitive flesh with your tongue to fluster him even more.

“I need your pussy.” His voice is hoarse and choked up from finally being allowed to speak after so long. Words that he would usually find dirty and too embarrassing to speak out loud flying out of his lips like its nothing, cheeks flushed with pink after the realization. “I need you, mommy. I need you so bad.”

“Good boy.” You praise him as you take your straddling position on his lap. The simple task of you taking his cock in his hand to remove the cockring already having him ready to cum. Rubbing his red swollen tip along your folds to collect some of your wetness until you’re satisfied with the pleading whines that leave his lips and sink down on him until you’re at his hilt.

“Mommy is going to give you exactly what you want like promised.”

TOJI: Anytime, Any Place by Janet Jackson

I don't wanna stop just because

People walking by are watching us

I don't give a damn what they think

I want you now

“Turn around.” Toji’s words were practically growled out at you as he grabbed ahold of your wrists and turned you around on his own accord against the grimy cold brick wall of the alley before you could even comply with his words. Too wanting and needing for the warm hug of your walls around his cock to wait for you on his own accord. It wasn’t his fault he was feening for you so badly to the point where he pulled you out of the hole in the wall club and had you pressed up against the rough brick wall adorning an alley that led to it. If it wasn’t for that tight skirt you knew he liked, the one that adorned your curves beautifully and showed off enough thigh that had his cock painfully hard the moment he saw you, then maybe the two of you could’ve had a normal night out as a couple, but alas you weren’t.

You could hear the rustling of the fabric holding Toji’s pants up come undone from behind you, the sound only making your thighs press together from excitement having been conditioned by that sound to know exactly what was coming next. His thick erection was pressing against the backside of your skirt in an instant, his warm breath fanning over your neck as he positioned himself directly behind you as close as close would let him. You teasingly wiggled your ass up against his throbbing cock which only egged him on more, the girth of his length slipping inside of you with ese before he could even fully crinkle your skirt up around your waist. The sudden intrusion had you biting your lip to hold back your moans, but that only warranted Toji to wedge his fingers between your jaws to force your mouth to stay open.

“I want them to hear every single moan and whine that comes from between those pretty lips of yours. Let them know that you’re getting fucked out in the public like the slut you are.” One hand came to your waist to press you back against him and give you no choice but to take every inch of his cock as he pounded into you ruthlessly like the two of you were in the confinement of your bedroom and not indeed in some random alley that anyone could come into any minute like the two of you had done.

With his other free hand he grabbed at a large chunk of your hair and forcefully tugged your hair back until your eyes were met with his feral ones, tears brimming in your eyes from a mixture of pain and pleasure that always came with his actions and soon saliva began to drip down your chin from the way he was forcefully holding it open. You couldn’t talk and warn him of the two strangers looking at you two from further down in the alley even if you wanted too, but your eyes moving to their direction instead of him gave him a big enough hint.

“Let them stare,” He growled as the force of his thrusts made your hips hit against the wall, sure to leave a bruise, “Let them see how you let me fuck the shit out of you until you’re a blabbering fucking mess.”

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monokyokyo · 3 years

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Hellish Delights | Woosan

Pairing: Sub!San, Top Wooyoung,

Warning: Overstimulation, Demon San, handjob, San refers to himself in third-person, slight pet play

Realistically, most would be afraid to start a relationship with a demon. Let alone be near one. Yet it was never something that turned Wooyoung away. San was sweet and one of the most caring people he had ever met. Though he had his moments of less than favourable tendencies, Wooyoung didn’t care. He adored his boyfriend, demon or otherwise.

For the most part, San was rather soft. He would never do anything to hurt Wooyoung and if he did do anything that may irritate him remotely, he would break out in a fit of apologies.

So it isn’t much of a surprise that Wooyoung’s often the one praying for some sort of attention. Of course, San was always willing to cuddle, but that wasn’t what Wooyoung wanted. He craved intimacy, to be touched and loved by his boyfriend. Yet San was always too afraid to do anything like that.

Though, that didn’t mean San didn’t have needs as well.

It was late in the day, around half past four, and Wooyoung was sitting at the desk in his room. He would sit in San’s but he had been acting clingy and knew he wouldn’t get much homework done if he stayed in there. The teen twirled his cherry lollipop in his mouth, pondering over the set of math equations in front of him. “Useless things…” He thought to himself, bitterly clutching his pen in his right hand while glaring at the paper.

The boy was too busy grumbling under his breath to notice his door slowly slide open. However, his attention was quickly driven away when he felt a pair of arms snake around his neck. Wooyoung’s surprise melted into delight when he realised who it was. “Sannie~” He whined playfully. “I told you I had a lot of homework to get done.”

“I know,” The demon replied, stretching the syllables of his words in a somewhat whiny tone. “But I missed you.”

“It’s only been twenty minutes,” Chuckled Wooyoung. “You couldn’t have missed me that much.”

“You’d be surprised,” Was the demon’s low response. His tone alone managed to send shivers down the younger males spine. Wooyoung knew all too well what he wanted.

“San, I’m busy.” He heard the demon hum, hands roaming his chest while his face lay just beside Wooyoung’s. He swore he would’ve melted right then and there from his touch. His hands felt so warm and his scent was just so intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to let San do as he pleased with him. However, he was determined to stay firm in his stance. “No.” He stated simply, the single word startling San.

“No?” He repeated in disbelief. “But…”

“No, San. I’ve got homework to do. Maybe later, okay?” Now normally, that would be the end of it. San would leave the room, albeit a little moody, and Wooyoung would get on with things. Today though, the demon wasn’t in his usual mood.

He crouched to his knees and rested his head on the human’s thigh. “Wooyoungie~” The younger rose his brow at the way he whined, looking up at him with his big eyes. His heart churned at such a sight and he would be insane to deny him now.

So, Wooyoung sighed, gently taking the demon’s face into his hand and stroking his soft cheek. “So needy today~ What do you want, Sannie?”

“You, I want you, Woo.” That surprised the younger. Though he supposed he shouldn’t be so shocked based on the state the demon had slipped into. It’s just that usually, San was on top. Seems today may be the exception. Yet something about that made him smirk.

“Alright then Sannie, I’ll treat you well. Don’t worry. Strip for me.” San understood exactly what he meant and slipped out of his shirt. He kept his eyes on Wooyoung, eyeing his every movement while they undid their clothes. The demon would never get tired of seeing his boyfriend’s perfect curves of his plump ass, always begging to be grabbed.

That would have to wait for later though, as San had sat himself on the bed, awaiting Wooyoung’s next move.

What started as a gentle peck on the lips gradually fell into a messy battle for dominance that the demon easily won. San pushed his tongue past the soft barriers of Wooyoung’s mouth, savouring the sweet taste of cherry from his sugary treat. The blonde couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, soon whining when his lover trailed to his neck. “Mm, Sannie~”

“You like that baby?” He chuckled against the younger’s skin when a light gasp left him. The sound alone made Wooyoung grow flushed.

“I thought I was supposed to take care of you. What happened?” The almost pout San received made him laugh once again. With a shrug, he shifted to spread his legs, Wooyoung quickly catching on.

The blonde licked his lips at the sight of his member, sprung up proud, nearly salivating at it. “All for me~”

“Woo~ Hurry up! I don’t wanna w- hng!” The warm feeling of Wooyoung’s mouth engulfing his length zipped his lips within seconds, becoming weak the moment they made contact. “Oh fuck Wooyoung…”

The younger’s tongue slid across the base of his dick, eliciting a moan of euphoria from his boyfriend. San’s hand found its way into Wooyoung’s blonde locks, gripping them with every suck. He found himself wincing at how hard he would pull but didn’t have it in him to care. Not when he knew he was making his lover feel this good.

Fuck, he's so sensitive.

Wooyoung could feel the demon’s member twitch in his mouth yet continued to suck, regardless of how much he gagged. Even still, he didn’t want to see San cum just yet.

“Ah~ W-Wooyoung…”

Wooyoung detached with a light pop, plush lips glistening with the precum dripping from San’s tip. The smile on his face was innocent despite this, as he tilted his head to the side in an almost taunting manner. “What’s wrong Sannie? Want me to stop?”

The way the demon shook his head made Wooyoung smirk. It was entertaining how much power he held over someone who could destroy the city if he so desired. Yet here he was, panting and pleading for this human’s every touch.

It was delightful.

Kisses peppered San’s waistband, each lustful touch causing him to arch his back as he whined for more. These simple prods had him withering with impatience but more apparently, neediness.

He felt the way Wooyoung pinched folds of his skin between his teeth, sucking and licking every spot to leave a beautiful bruise for tomorrow.

San's cock, neglected and begging for touch, thrived on every action, sending shivers of pleasure down the demon's spine. He needed more.

“Wooyoungie~ Please~”

“Please what, Sannie?” Wooyoung replied, head now resting on the mattress. His sudden distance seemed to make San stressed, fearing he may be left like this - hot and unsatisfied.

“I need more~”

A thoughtful hum came from the younger. San tensed when he finally felt a hand wrap around his girth. The strokes were slow, painfully slow. "My Sannie is so needy, isn't he?" San nodded once more, whispering under his breath for Wooyoung to go faster.

He didn't. In fact, he went even slower, stopping almost entirely until he got an answer. "Y-Yes! I'm needy!"

Finally, Wooyoung giggled. He kept moving his hand up and down his boyfriend's length while he travelled to his neck. San couldn't help but moan from the vast amount of pleasure as he was jerked and as more hickeys were plastered on his body.

"Sannie is so sensitive too, isn't he?"

"Yes, S-S…" he bit his bottom lip, refusing to submit entirely. Yet this refusal made Wooyoung halt all action.

San hated being teased. He didn't like having to wait to get what he wanted and it took every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from taking over Wooyoung's mind and making him continue.

Yet the pure look of apathy he received, caused something to shift in him. It was clear Wooyoung knew he wouldn't last. When the demon began to sniff, light tears of frustration running down his cheeks, the blonde smirked.

"So greedy. Sannie is so desperate for me, isn't he?"

"Yes!" He finally wailed. "Sannie is greedy! Sannie wants Wooyoungie to touch him so badly!" Those words alone were enough to have Wooyoung smash their lips together, barely giving him a moment to breathe.

San gasped at the way his cock was pulled, jerked at a speed that made him whimper. "Wooyoungie~" he moaned, earning nothing but another smirk from the younger.

"Does Sannie like this? Does he like it when I handle him this way?" The demon could only groan in response, fist clenching around the fabrics of the sheets to distract himself from the immense pleasure. "Cutie~ Sannie has so much power but is so weak for me."

"P-Please let Sannie cum! Please please please!"

"What a mess you're making," he softly scolded, ignoring the demon's request. Such a thing made San quiver. He pleaded for Wooyoung to let him cum but the other refused to acknowledge it.

All that pressure came piling over when the demon released in Wooyoung's hand. And though San sighed with relief, his boyfriend was less than pleased. "Did I say you could cum?"

"N-No but…"

"But nothing. That was very bad Sannie." The demon looked down, as if he were a puppy being scolded by his owner. Even with his adorable expression, Wooyoung didn't let up, despite how much he wanted to shower the older in kisses and praise. “Now I have to punish you.”

If San wasn’t whimpering before, he certainly was now. Wooyoung crawled over him, leaning over the taller and grinning at his lost expression. He hovered his rear just over the demon’s length, lining it perfectly. “W-Woo…”

“Shhh, relax puppy.” Sinking onto his member, Wooyoung hissed under his breath. Perhaps he should’ve prepped first. The pain would fade soon enough. He started slow, bouncing only slightly which still elicited light moans from the older, who felt Wooyoung clench around him.

However, Wooyoung slowed down when San pressed his face against his bare chest, hearing him sniffle. “What’s wrong, Sannie?”

“N-Not ready. Please go slow…” Wooyoung had to remind himself that this was meant to be a punishment. Yet San’s light cries made him soft.

“Okay Sannie, I’ll let you adjust first.” After all, it was the first time he had ever ridden the demon before. Even with their close contact, San craved more. His lips parted, insinuating their desire for attention. Attention Wooyoung gratefully gave him. Tongue pushing the plush barriers and snaking into the wet cavern of his lover’s mouth. San sighed into the kiss, hands moving towards Wooyoung’s waist. Knowing he was happily distracted, the blonde resumed his movements.

He broke their kiss to gasp, eyes clamping shut from pleasure. “Oh Sannie~” He groaned out. Instinctively, the demon’s hand travelled to Wooyoung’s ass, gripping and kneading the soft flesh to his content. Yet he was stopped when his arms were pushed back. “Punishment, remember?” The blonde rasped out. “No touching.”

“Wooyoungie~”

This time, he wouldn’t go soft. “No touching,” He repeated, tone much more commanding this time. “And don’t cum until I say so.”

Begrudgingly, San did what he was told. Keeping his hands to the side while Wooyoung bounced on his cock. The demon mewled beneath him, fueling the human to go faster. And though he moaned and groaned with every move, it couldn’t compare to the weak pants of San, who kept as still as possible.

He wanted to touch Wooyoung. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to hold him and smother him with affection. Wooyoung could see his restraint clearly, as the demon’s eyes brightened with their usual purple colour. So he made sure to praise him, just to make sure he wouldn’t become too frustrated.

“What a good boy you are Sannie, listening so well.”

“I-Is Sannie doing good?” Peeped the demon, interrupted by his own strained breaths.

“So good, baby.”

“Can Sannie get a kiss? Please!”

“Not yet,” A part of Wooyoung felt like being a brat. He knew he shouldn’t keep edging him on like this but he just couldn’t help it. He adored how submissive San would become for him. He relished in the idea that he had power over a demon. The thought alone had him aroused beyond belief.

It wasn’t long, however, before Wooyoung was reminded who had the real power here. Wooyoung gasped when a hand engulfed his neck, snatching him lower. He winced at the way San’s eyes glowed violently, his grip becoming tighter by the second.

The way he gagged had the demon grinning until he brought their lips together. Though Wooyoung was too shocked to even consider kissing back, their contact seemed to relax San enough to where he let go of his neck.

“No more teasing,” He whispered.

Wooyoung nodded at him, hand slowly tracing his disturbed neck, as it began to sting ever so slightly. He looked to his boyfriend, expecting him to take control and slowly attempted to move. Yet San kept his hips firm, much to Wooyoung’s bewilderment. “Please don’t stop,” He pleaded in a small voice. The kind Wooyoung knew he only used when he was a sub.

“You scared me for a moment, puppy.” Said the blonde with a weak chuckle.

“Sannie is sorry, Sannie is sorry! Sannie didn’t mean it! Please forgive him!”

Ultimately, Wooyoung cooed at his weak and adorable state, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “It’s alright Sannie,” He said softly. San giggled when he received yet another kiss. However, his smile fell at what Wooyoung said next. “But Sannie doesn’t get to cum again.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me. On your knees.” San obeyed and turned around, perky ass awaiting whatever Wooyoung had in store. He could hear the sound of a bottle of lube opening, where he kept it, San didn’t know; following the cold substance dripping onto his rear. Wooyoung chuckled at the way he flinched while he coated his fingers.

Even though he wiggled in discomfort, San soon adjusted to the way Woo’s fingers moved in and out of him, bringing forth a cry of thrill from him. He scissored his digits, stretching San to where he thought he was yet. The demon, however, was feeling impatient.

“T-That’s enough. Need something bigger~” Wooyoung slowly removed his fingers, carefully replacing them with his member a moment later, per his boyfriend’s request. San withered at the new area of length intruding on his hole, with Wooyoung grunting above, murmuring about how tight he was.

The cold, slick feeling of the lube allowed him the room to shift and after a few seconds for them to both adjust, San permitted for the blonde to move. With great care, his hips began to rock forward, eliciting whines from the demon within seconds.

“Woo~” He moaned. “Faster.” The younger grinned and picked up his pace almost immediately. Each time, he nearly drew out and railed into him at a quicker speed, smirking at the way San cried out in pleasure. His head fell, body jolting at every movement while his eyes fogged with tears.

“Aww~ Poor baby. Sannie just couldn’t wait, could he?” Muttered Wooyoung from above, voice both taunting and sympathetic for the demon. Though it was mostly meant to jeer to the older, as Wooyoung groaned at the building shame in his posture.

“N-No, Sannie couldn’t wait,” Whimpered the older. "Sannie is needy for Wooyoungie." His deep moans and whiny pants were music to Wooyoung’s ears, the only incentive he needed to go faster. “Mmph Wooyoung!”

This time, he laughed. “Your little hole takes me so well puppy~ So good for me.”

San’s pants grew uneven, moans becoming higher by the second.

“Aw baby, what’s wrong?” San didn’t respond. The demon kept his head down, biting his bottom lip to hide the exasperated breaths escaping them. Wooyoung could see his legs quiver and it didn’t take long for him to realise why. “Sannie wants to cum again, doesn’t he?”

San nodded eagerly, tears of frustration running down his cheeks from being just a few seconds from release. He didn’t want another punishment and waited with weary patience. “Go ahead then, Sannie. Cum for me.” The demon did as he was instructed, a loud moan escaping him as a copious amount of slick dripped from his tip to his leg.

He sighed with satisfaction, yet winced when he realised that Wooyoung was still going. “Cumming twice for me, hmm?” He snickered. San could practically hear his smirk. “So greedy, I haven’t even cum once today. Will Sannie be good and wait for me?”

The demon's dissatisfaction was shut with a single shush and allowed Wooyoung to pound into him with no questions asked. His painful overstimulation was either unnoticed or completely ignored as the dom only moaned in satisfaction. "Fuck Sannie, you keep clenching."

Back and forth, his body rocked with every hit from behind, like a rag doll being tossed by its owner. The thought tempted Wooyoung to go just a little longer, even if he knew the poor demon's prostate had been abused. He was a crying mess and it was beautiful. “So weak for me.”

“Wooyoungie, i-it hurts…”

“Just a bit longer Sannie...Oh fuck, fuck San!” Wooyoung filled him to the brim and San whined at the unfamiliar feeling.

Wooyoung made sure he was alright before carefully pulling out. The older fell against the bed with a ginormous sigh, with his boyfriend sliding next to him soon after. San cuddled up to him, wrapping his arms around his torso and pecking his lips. “My poor ass,” He whined.

“I’m sorry San, was I too much?”

“Never.” Wooyoung giggled at that, gently stroking the demon’s hair. “You should top more often. That was fun!”

“If you can go one round without choking me, then we’ll see.”

San nodded at him, smiling brightly as he snuggled closer. “I love you, Wooyoungie.”

“I love you more, Sannie.”

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baepsaesbae · 4 years

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QuaranTime

Pairing— Kim Seokjin x reader x Min Yoongi

Genre— SMUT like str8 up pwp

Warnings— Double penetration, threesome, oral (f receiving), nipple play, a butt slap, masturbation (male), unprotected sex, sensual themes in general

Word Count— ~2.6k

Summary— Bored and horny with your roommates during a social distancing period. What could go wrong?

A/N— Hi everyone! I hope you’re all staying safe and healthy~ Here’s a little something that will hopefully help lift your mood. Please let me know what you think!

Your roommates have always been competitive. That was one of the first things you noticed about them when you moved in. They competed to see who could help you move in the fastest (which was a blessing since you didn’t have to do any heavy lifting). Living with two random guys was an interesting thing to get used to, especially when they were already friends. It’s been a year since you moved in, and since then all three of you had gotten pretty close.

Now, due to the ongoing pandemic, everyone has been ordered to stay inside. It’s been months now, and you could swear you were all going insane. Playing board or card games always resulted in a sore loser (one or both of the boys). Day drinking had become such a common occurrence that even the thought of alcohol made you guys feel queasy, so that was out of the question now.

“Whoever does the next grocery trip can get puzzles?” you offered.

“You think I wanna do puzzles with Jin? That guy has no patience. I give him five minutes before he starts getting bored,” Yoongi scoffed.

“You WISH you lasted five minutes!” Jin childishly argued.

“We all know you’re a one pump chump,” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

You observed them silently from the couch, doing your best not to smile. They’ve been your main source of entertainment during these trying times. Their bickering was comparable to cheesy reality TV shows.

“What are you laughing at over there?” Jin dragged you into the conversation.

“Can you guys make fun of each other’s sex lives later? Let’s get back to curing our current boredom,” you responded.

“We have too much testosterone built up right now. Let us yell at each other for a bit first,” Jin said before turning back to Yoongi, “I think it’s pretty obvious who gets the most action around here!”

“You don’t SEE the girls I bang because I go over to THEIR place like a GENTLEMAN,” Yoongi raised his voice.

“So what? Are you guys gonna jack off in front of each other to prove who can last the longest?” you laughed.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jin’s squeaky laugh filled the room, “Unless…” he shot a sideways glance at Yoongi.

“There’s no way in hell that I’m doing that,” Yoongi immediately dismissed the thought, “But ___...how are you holding up?”

“Me? I’m fine. Online classes are weird but most of my professors are being super lenient so--”

“Not that,” he interrupted you, “You know…like uh...”

“He’s asking if you’re sexually frustrated,” Jin explained bluntly.

“Okay, I know I don’t get nearly as many dick appointments as you two but I make do,” you answered defensively.

“I may have an idea to settle our argument, but we’d need your help,” Yoongi tilted his head in contemplation.

“Are you guys both gonna fuck me?” you asked, now amused at the thought.

“Yes and no. If you’re okay with it, we’d be going at the same time. One in the front and one in the back. Unless you want both of us in the back, that part is up to you. Whoever cums first loses,” Yoongi explained.

“What does the winner get?” you try to mask your interest, it’s been so long since you’ve had any physical intimacy.

“They get to have fun with you all night long while the loser has to sit and watch,” Jin answered gleefully.

Both boys seemed to be completely on board with the idea. All they needed was for you to give them the green light.

“You guys are positive that things won’t be weird afterward?” you asked.

They both gave you their word. You took it with a grain of salt, knowing that neither of them have been laid in weeks. To be honest, you have been extremely horny lately. Living with two handsome guys wasn’t helping you. All rational thoughts were thrown out the window.

“I’d prefer one in the front and one in the back then,” you winked.

“Coin toss to see who’s where?” Yoongi suggested to Jin.

“Tails cuz I want that ass,” Jin answered with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Dammit, tails,” Yoongi announced.

“Are we just going straight into this then?” you asked nervously.

“Don’t be silly. We’re gentlemen, foreplay is our middle name,” Jin took you by the hand and led you to Yoongi’s room, “It’s your idea, so we’re gonna use your room,” Jin said before Yoongi could complain.

They sat you on the bed, and that’s when things suddenly got awkward. All three of you stared at each other in silence, waiting for the first person to make a move. You were beginning to doubt your decision, and almost opened your mouth to call it off.

“Can I kiss you, ___?” Yoongi broke the silence.

“Uh, sure,” you agreed, scooting over to make space for him on the bed.

Yoongi shyly sat down beside you, showing you a side of him that you’ve never seen before. He softly brought his hand to your cheek as your eyes met. Your heart was racing, and you were sure Yoongi could hear it as he leaned in closer.

Meeting Yoongi in the middle was a dream come true. Admittedly, you’ve had a minor crush on both of them since you’ve moved in, but who could blame you?

Yoongi’s soft lips brushed up gently against yours. You found yourself melting into his palm as he continued to cup your face. The kiss was gentle and intimate, something you never wanted to end. Until you were abruptly yanked from Yoongi’s grasp.

“Hey what the fu--”

“My turn,” was all that Jin said before his lips crashed against yours.

Unlike Yoongi’s tender kiss, Jin kissed you with such a ferocious passion, it was almost as if you’d been dating and he hadn’t seen you in months. His hands immediately began to wander across your body, starting from your hips and working their way upward. You softly moaned into his mouth when his hands slid under your shirt to fondle your breasts. You yelped with surprise when he began to pinch and pull at your nipples.

“You’re so sensitive,” he chuckled, “This’ll be fun.”

“Stop hogging her,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Make me,” Jin challenged.

Yoongi yanked you away from Jin, and pushed you onto your back. His plush lips connected with your neck, aka your weak spot. You stifled a moan as he began to mix in small nibbles with his kisses.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered you, his dominance reemerging.

You shook off your pajama pants, revealing a plain pair of panties. You suddenly wished that you had gone to change into something sexier, and as such your body involuntarily shied away from Yoongi.

Jin pinned your legs down. He was about to kiss your stomach when Yoongi shooed him away. Jin was displeased but obeyed anyway, curious to see what the younger man would do. Yoongi kissed a trail down your neck, between your breasts, across your stomach, and finally settled at the top of your panties. He planted kisses on your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your pussy.

“Let’s get this off,” Jin focused your attention back on him as he tugged at your shirt.

“Then you guys have to take yours off too,” you huffed.

“Of course, princess,” Jin kissed your forehead, his sudden affection making you freeze.

He helped you take off your shirt, and in turn took his off afterward. You were about to make a comment on his physique when Yoongi flattened his tongue against your clothed core.

“Don’t ignore me,” Yoongi growled.

“Take off your shirt,” Jin reminded him.

“In due time, I don’t think she wants to wait any longer,” Yoongi said as he pulled aside your panties.

He licked up from your entrance to your clit. His tongue teased your clit in slow circles, causing you to moan. You covered your mouth in embarrassment, but Jin swatted your hand away.

“Don’t ignore me either,” he whispered as his lips once again connected with yours.

Jin played with your nipples as his mouth collided with yours. His kisses were wet and messy, but you didn’t care. You were lost in ecstacy. Yoongi’s mouth was heaven sent; every flick of his tongue had you moaning into Jin’s mouth. You gasped when he stuck a finger inside, curling to hit your g-spot.

“I think she’s ready,” Yoongi cockily stated.

“You ready for us baby?” Jin asked sweetly.

A simple head nod was all you could give them without getting too flustered. You couldn’t believe that you were in this situation. You were roughly flipped over onto your stomach before you could think too much about it.

The boys tugged off their pants and positioned themselves on either side of you. You looked up at Yoongi with anticipation. The moment he looked down and saw you, his cheeks reddened and he had to look away.

“You can take it out...if you want,” Yoongi muttered.

You didn’t hesitate to tug down his underwear, revealing his thick dick. You began to salivate on sight, you’ve never seen such a pretty cock before. You got closer to lick it when a sharp pain stung your ass.

“We have to go at the same time. Bad girl,” Jin admonished.

You felt him run his cock against your wet pussy, teasing you even more.

“Wait, shit. I should go get a condom,” Jin groaned in frustration.

“Just pull out,” you said softly.

“What?” the boys asked in unison with disbelief.

“I’m on the pill so it should be fine. I mean, as long as you’re both clean I’m okay with you guys pulling out,” you clarified.

“You sure?” Jin asked.

You nodded again.

“Alright then. Should I go get a timer?” Jin asked Yoongi.

“It doesn’t fucking matter. Please, I just want her to suck me off already,” Yoongi grew impatient.

“Fine, fine. In 3, 2, 1,” Jin counted down.

The boys entered you in perfect harmony. Jin’s long dick penetrated you deeply, and the curvature of his dick allowed him to graze your g-spot with every stroke. Yoongi let you take the lead as soon as the tip of his dick entered your mouth. He was worried about choking you, so he stood in place. Jin’s powerful thrusts made you gag on Yoongi’s cock anyway. Tears welled in your eyes as Yoongi hit the back of your throat.

There you were, being spitroasted between your roommates. Just the thought alone was enough to get you all riled up. Here you were, living your best life.

You did your best to flatten out your tongue to let Yoongi’s dick slide neatly in and out of your mouth. Unfortunately, Jin’s rough strokes had you moaning uncontrollably. Drool dribbled down your chin and there was nothing you could do about it. You looked up at Yoongi, only to find that his eyes were already set on you.

That did him in.

“Where should I cum? I’m gonna--oh fuck,” Yoongi stuttered as he unleashed his load into your mouth.

Jin was still thrusting, making Yoongi’s explosion even messier. Yoongi collapsed onto the bed beside you, defeated. Jin finally stopped moving and got off the bed.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked you.

You nodded after swallowing some of his cum. Jin came back with a warm washcloth and wiped off your face. He even handed you a glass of water. You were happy to see that his kindhearted nature was incorporated into every aspect of his life.

“No water for me?” Yoongi joked.

“No water for losers,” Jin said sternly, “Besides, the night is just getting started.”

You were flipped onto your back (which was a blessing, you were tired of having to prop yourself up with your arms). Jin smirked above you as his hand made a beeline down to your dripping pussy. He fiddled with your sensitive nub, making you squirm beneath him.

“You’re such a good girl, ___,” he cooed, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you right.”

He inserted himself back in. Instead of resuming his rough pace from before, he took an agonizingly long time to bottom out. He used the same slow pace to pull out. You figured he was going to do it again, but you were wrong. This time, he opted to roll his hips into you. The sensation was different, and it allowed him to set a rhythm that was optimal for both of you. Judging by the high pitch of your moans, he figured you enjoyed it. He was absolutely right.

Yoongi moved to cup your face once more. He was leaning in to kiss you when Jin forcefully pushed him off the bed.

“Dude, what the he--”

“Losers don’t belong on the bed. They definitely don’t get to touch her for the rest of the night,” he snarled as he brought your knees by your ears.

This position let him hit even deeper, which you didn’t even think was possible. Again, he began to roll his hips. He leaned over to kiss you, forcing you to moan into his mouth.

“Hold your legs for me, princess,” Jin whispered.

You complied. As soon as his hands were free, one of them began to stimulate your clit. He went straight to rubbing you quickly, wasting no time in toying with you. It seemed as if he was desperate to make you cum before he did.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted Yoongi sitting at his desk chair, his eyes fixated on you. His pretty hand was wrapped around his fat cock, pumping it quickly. It looked like he wanted to cum with you too. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and his mouth was agape as he concentrated on you. Yoongi gave you a little smile when you looked over at him. This time, it was his turn to make you come undone. That, and of course Jin going to town on you.

“I’m c-coming,” you announced as your body spasmed.

Jin helped you ride out your orgasm, his hand quickened over your clit. The extra stimulus made you squirt all over him, something you’ve never done in your life. Once he was sure that you’ve come down, Jin quickly went to jack himself off over you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he panted before he splattered all over your chest.

Again, Jin went to go get a warm washcloth. In his absence, Yoongi quickly made his way onto the bed to cuddle you. He was the big spoon, and he brought you in close to his chest.

“Did you cum again?” you giggled as you asked.

“I did. Don’t look at my underwear. It was the quickest thing I could grab to clean myself off before Jin came back,” he answered.

“Dude, my cum is still all over her,” Jin said when he got back.

Yoongi just shrugged and kissed your cheek as Jin wiped you off.

“Guess I’m the little spoon then,” Jin said as he wiggled his way into the cuddle session, “Did you enjoy it, ___?” he inquired.

“I did. Maybe a little too much. I’ve never squirted before,” you admitted.

“I can always make you do it again,” Jin laughed.

“I can do it too,” Yoongi chimed in.

“You think you can do that? You can’t even last in her mouth!” Jin mocked.

“You would’ve cum first too if you were in my position!” Yoongi yelled back.

“Looks like you guys have another argument to settle,” you joked, trying to join in the teasing.

“Bet,” Jin said.

“Oh, you’re so on,” Yoongi sneered.

They agreed that the new bet is to be settled at the same time, different place (Jin’s room) tomorrow. You wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your isolated days like this.

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Heartbreaker

Dabi pays his favorite girl a visit.

Dabi x Reader

Dabi fuckers... come here... You good? No you not, you not baby, and that’s okay. You don’t need to be good all the time. It’s okay not to be good. Honestly I don’t where this came from but.... Dabi makes me (^p^）

Part Two here!

WC- 1,242

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“You broke my fucking heart.” You seethe, poking your finger harshly into the boy’s chest. Dabi only lets out a low chuckle in return as he watches your ticked off figure.

“Mmm, I know baby.” He responds and lets his eyes run up and down your figure. You’re currently decked out in your pajamas with a tired look on your face as you try to keep him out of your apartment. “Let me in for old times sake?” Dabi tries to soothe your anger, persuade you into letting him back in.

“Are you on fucking crack? No!” You screech quietly and try to close the door in his face. His foot catches the door before you can fully close it and you don’t have the heart to slam the heavyweight on him.

With a soft push on the door, it's open again and you can see Dabi leaning against the doorframe. His eyes fall to your bare legs once again and you glare at him heatedly, as if you’re trying to get him to stop. Dabi tilts his head in thought before clicking his tongue and dragging his eyes up to yours.

“Were you expecting someone else tonight (Y/N)?” The way his tongue curls around your name causes a shiver to run down your spine.

Of course the one night you were too tired to do laundry and were left with the pajama shorts that barley cover your decency is the same night Dabi chooses to ambush you, that revelation fills you with irritation.

“Fuck off dick.” You seethe and Dabi narrows his eyes down at you, his exposed chest showing off more skin than usual at the dip of his v-neck and you try not to stare at it for too long.

“You love this dick.” He drops one of his hands to rest on the top of his thighs and you mentally curse yourself for looking down at it. Dabi smirks when he realizes he caught you so easily.

Your phone begins to ring on the counter and the boy in your door only raises a brow, nudging his head in the direction of the phone. The world seems to only fuel Dabi’s previous suspicions but you refuse to give in to him.

“Go answer it sweet thing, I won’t hurt him.” His taunting words are ringing in your head and you don’t even notice him now inside your apartment, resting against the now-closed door. “Mmm if you won’t, I will.”

He starts to move towards your kitchen with long strides but you grab the phone before he can, his warm hand engulfing your own. You look up at him to shoot him another glare before answering the phone, not even looking at the caller I.D.

“(Y/N)! Did you see that the project date was changed to noon today?! What the hell are we going to do, we haven’t even started it-“ The frantic voice nearly blows out your eardrum and you flinch at the volume of your math partner. “Can you come over to mine or should I come over to yours?”

The question makes your heart lurch in your chest as you dart your eyes over to Dabi. He’s watching you carefully, no doubt hearing everyone word the other person is saying, a dangerous glint resting in his eyes.

“K-kai, it’s fine why don’t we just wait a few hours to finish it?” You try to reason, glancing over at the clock where the hand is resting at a little past two.

“(Y/N) this is the best time to be productive! Besides you know I can’t wake up for shit, the last time I stayed over I woke at like what? 2 pm?!” Kai reminds you and you slowly look over at Dabi, his fists are clenched as he rests his forearms on the counter.  

“Last time he was over, huh?” He mummers lowly and you turn your body away from him, choosing to ignore him as you try to figure something out. Dabi being there had fucked with your mind to the point that you don’t even care about the project due that is worth 40% of your grade.

“Fuck why did we wait till the last minute. That bitch said ‘its not something you can do overnight’ and we only laughed at her ass.” Kai continues to freak out and you grab your keys out of the dish resting on your counter. You place the phone wedged between your ear and shoulder before darting to your bedroom to grab your bag and laptop while pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

“I’ll just meet you at your apartment soon, I’m sure this will only take us like a couple of hours.” You continue to move around like there isn’t an overly possessive, controlling boy who hates being ignored more than anything a few feet away from you.

“(Y/N) you’re the best, I’ll see you soon. I’m stocked up on coffee so we will be fine!” Kai hangs up promptly and you stare down at your blank phone, shoving it in your pocket before making your way over to the light switches.

“Don’t you dare (Y/N),” Dabi warns, his eyes cold and he takes a few steps towards you. “I’ll find you and burn him to a crisp right in front of you, you know I always find you.” You continue to stare at him emotionlessly before resting your fingers on the light switch. “Don’t be like this pretty girl.”

“I’ll let you come over another time, I have to go.” You try to persuade and Dabi lets out a dramatic gasp.

“You’re going to ‘le’t me?” He stalks up to you, towering over you. “Don’t flatter yourself.” A rough hand cups your cheek and pulls your face up to look directly into his eyes. “You haven’t said my name once since I got here, what’s up with that?”

The thumb stroking your cheek was gentle yet the words were anything but that.

“Give me something to get off on and I’ll let you go.” Those words irked you more than anything else could, he’s only here because he wants to sleep with you.

Not because he feels guilty for breaking your heart more times than he can count, not because he feels bad with how devastated you are every time he leaves you, but because he wants to fuck you.

‘“Dabi.” You whisper and his eyes peer at you in wonder. “T-Touya.” It’s a whimper and yet that causes a soft groan to leave the other boy’s lips.

“Mmm just like that babydoll, say your lover’s name.” He purrs and you can feel tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. “You can go.” His lips brush against your own and as soon as the lights flicker on and off you’re gone from his sight.

An amazing teleportation quirk you have, as long as the opponent can’t see you, you can disappear as far as your heart desires.

Dabi stares down at where you were rooted before noticing the slight bulge in his pants. And as if he owns the place, the dark-haired boy makes his way to your bedroom. He pulls open a draw he knows all too well and digs around to find his favorite panties, the skimpy lace causing his mouth to salivate.

“I guess I’ll just have to leave my favorite girl a surprise.” He mutters darkly, the flimsy material already fisted in his hand as he falls back onto your bed, his pants already down to his ankles.

#dabi x reader #mha fanfiction #mha #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi is a todoroki #bnha dabi #idk what this is #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader

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idyllicstarker · 4 years

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Part two to my rooftop patrol ask!

You can find part one here along with the orginal prompt from the lovely and amazing @winterironspiderling 💖💖

You can find part three at the end or here

Thank you!!

Warnings: Emetephobia, sexual content, some foul language, slight feminisation of Peter depending on how you feel about certian clothes (I just put this here to cover myselef, boys and girls can wear whatever they want and it doesn’t mean they’re feminising themselves or making themselves more masculine!!)

PETER IS EXPLICITLY MENTIONED TO BE EIGHTEEN YEARS OF AGE!!

Peter was eager to please.

That was evident the moment he dropped to his knees and made quick work of Tony’s buttons on his pants. The elevator was still slowly crawling up, but neither wanted to wait, despite the fact that by the time he’d even pulled down the pesky jeans, a ding sounded and the doors opened.

Peter pouted, looking up at Tony to see if he should stop or not. But Tony simply smirked. “Oh don’t let it stop you. Better make quick work of that, because we’re not leaving this elevator until I’m hard. And someone’s bound to press the call button eventually.”

Peter was surprised. His mouth unusually dry from the circumstances at hand. He should be salivating at the thought of finally, finally getting his idols dick in his mouth. Even soft, the clear bulge in his underwear was clear. The outline of his shaft showing the girth of it - Peter licked at his dry lips, letting out a shaky breath.

This is what he wanted. And yet it felt so wrong. He’d dreamed of this, should be grateful, but he couldn’t help but feel.. sad, in a way. He’d imagined how rough Tony would be with him, having no mercy on him. But now that he’d got it, he wanted something a little more.. tamed. Sucking Tony off in an elevator wasn’t how he wanted it at all.

But he didn’t speak, simply nodded his head. Wide innocent eyes looking up at Tony before he turned back to the task at hand. He licked at his lips again, trying to generate any sort of saliva to make this even the slightest bit pleasurable for Tony.

Peter’s stomach was heavy, he didn’t know how to do this. God what had he been thinking.

Eighteen years old and still a virgin. He never should have let Tony take him up to the tower in the first place, spreading false promises because Peter had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do with the thing pointing him in the face right now.

Tony was going to be disappointed, he’d kick him out, and then they’d never have that discussion Tony promised. Even after stalking him through the window whilst he jacked off, Tony was willing to actually talk to him about spider-man and what he could do. But he was sure after Tony realised Peter was no good at this, he’d be gone. But maybe it was worth it. Because Peter didn’t want his first time to be a quickie with no thought in it whatsoever. A flying fuck, and nothing else. Not even if it’s with Tony.

Just like he’d imagined, it was heavy in his hands as he reached out to hold it after pulling Tony’s underwear down. Peter had never held another in his hands apart from his own. His thumb brushed over the head, dipping into the small slit as he let out a soft breath. Slowly his eyes looked over it, catching on every small groove, scrutinising every vein.

It was Tony’s slight growl of impatience that had Peter shivering, as he began to pump his hand slowly. His palms were sweaty from nerves, which helped make it more smooth, but the friction from lack of any kind of lubricant was obvious, his hand juttering up and down.

“I’d get your mouth round it kid”, came the voice above him, but Peter didn’t look up. He was afraid if he did, he’d stop this altogether. He simply nodded, leaning forward to tentatively lick at the head. His nose was scrunched in anticipation. His own cock still straining against the fabric of his jeans feeling painful trapped like that.

Tony shuddered, but it was far from the types of moans Peter had dreamed about. The types of moans Peter would cause. Who was he kidding? He didn’t know what he was doing. But if Tony noticed his hesitation, he didn’t say anything. So Peter carried on. He wanted to please him. Whatever it took.

He leaned forward, opening his mouth. He knew the basis. Use your tongue when you can, take as much as you can (they like that), hollow in your cheeks, and keep your teeth away. But how to put that altogether, he didn’t know. He closed his mouth around the tip, looking up at Tony who was eyeing his movements carefully. He didn’t seem to be in any pleasure, he just seemed confused. Peter watched him begin to open his mouth, but fearing the question that would come next, Peter dropped his gaze and took more of Tony in, beginning to bob his head at a slow pace.

It seemed to work. Whatever Tony had been beginning to say was drowned out by a quiet moan. It was clear what Peter had done was nothing too amazing. But it was a start. He kept one hand at the base of his length, he knew he’d never be able to get the whole thing in anyway. Barely half way down and it was already a stretch; Peter worried, thinking that maybe his lips would split open because they were way too chapped to be doing this. But still he tried to take more in, until he felt he may choke. He let up, panting for air, as Tony looked down with a slight grimace.

It was clear by his face he’d obviously had much better blow jobs. The state of his hardness was no better than it was five minutes ago. But Peter was determined. So he ducked back down and tried to take more in. Sort of bobbing his head, but his movements weren’t very fluid. After a moment he felt a heavy hand at the back of his head. It was gentle, as Tony began to try and guide his movements. Peter’s eyes were squeezed shut in embarrassment, as he tried to follow the direction that Tony’s hand was taking his head. But still, his movements were jerky.

It was when they felt the sudden stutter of the elevator going down in which he heard Tony let out a soft laugh. “Alright kid, let up, it’s okay, you don’t have to do this”, he said softly. He sounded in no way mad, but that only angered Peter. He wanted to do this. He was determined to get him even the slightest bit hard. He ignored the fact that at any moment the elevator would stop on the floor and someone would step in, he closed his eyes tight, and pushed his head down, taking in Tony without thinking. Adrenaline coursing through his veins. He got pretty far, his motivation driving him to forget about his ultimate gag reflex. But there’s always a point where far is too far. And he realised that much too late.

As Tony hit the back of his throat, Peter’s eyes flew up. He realised soon after that it was probably the most disgusting face he’d ever pulled. And Tony probably lost all attraction for him right there. But in the moment, all he could do was let out the most throaty of gags. Tony’s loud moan filled the elevator, but only because he felt Peter’s throat close around him. It was a reflexive action, because the concerned expression on his face told a much different story. Pleasure aside.

Peter tried to pull up, tears in his eyes. Trying to get off Tony’s length as he fast he could. As soon as he did he was gagging and heaving, the bile rising up as he hunched over, drool still connecting him to Tony’s head.

He briefly heard Tony asking FRIDAY to stop the elevator and take them back up to his floor. But all Peter could do was try and stop himself from throwing up the entirety of the churro he’d eaten earlier. His efforts however, proved unsuccessful.

When the elevator door opened, Peter was in a sorry state. Tony was pulling up his jeans with one hand, and the other was softly rubbing Peter’s back. “It’s okay kid, let it out.”

Still, Tony didn’t sound mad. He just sounded concerned more than anything. “It’s okay”, he repeated softly, stooping down to pick Peter up in his arms. He grabbed his backpack with one hand, carrying him into the penthouse, gentle, so not to make him feel even more nauseous.

Peter was crying at this point. He felt like such a baby. And here, Tony was carrying him into his house, covered in sick, and not even caring. “I’m sorry Mr Stark”, he cried out, but was granted only simple hushes in return.

“It’s okay Peter, it’s not your fault. I should have stopped it when I saw you couldn’t do it. It’s okay, just quieten down, I’ll get you cleaned up.” Tony sounded more like an angel in that moment, than the billionaire playboy reputation he was coined with.

Peter’s sobs turned quieter, his eyes squeezed shut hoping that this was all just one bad dream. Tony stayed silent from there. And it was only when Peter felt himself being set down in which he opened his eyes cautiously. They were in a bathroom, and Tony was reaching over to turn on the water in a tub.

The stench off Peter was disgusting, even Peter could identify that in his delirious state. And yet Tony was as close as he could be, softly rubbing Peter’s shoulder in the gentlest of manners. He had a frown on his face, but it was evidently not a sad, or mad one from the situation. His eyes were dull, he seemed guilty.

“W-what are you doing”, Peter asked quietly, leaning his head back against the tub as he tried to catch his breath.

“Well I’m not expecting you to walk around in your own vomit Peter”, Tony retuned, an almost amused smile on his face, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Walk around?”, Peter asked, a note of fear in his words, Tony was going to make him leave after this. And he’d probably have to walk down the stairs after the mess he’d made in the elevator.

“I said we could have dinner, I don’t go back on my word.”

It was clear, Peter was surprised to hear that. He raised an eyebrow, letting out a shaky breath before he realised, it couldn’t exactly smell like flowers, and his eyes widened as he shuffled slightly back. Tony simply watched, but he didn’t say anything, he wanted Peter comfortable.

“You still want dinner?”, Peter asked, wide eyes confused as he scanned Tony’s face for any hint of a lie. But the man nodded. “Still?”, Peter repeated, “But I almost threw up on your dick!”, he exclaimed, biting down on his lip.

Tony laughed slightly, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have pushed you. I knew from the moment you took me into your hands you weren’t ready”, he said, which explained why he seemed so bogged down with guilt. “It’s easy to see you were only doing it to please me. But you should have told me kid. You’re inexperienced, and by the looks of it, excuse me if I’m wrong, but definitely a virgin”, he pointed out.

Peter blushes, a small pout falling over his lips as he looked away. “I wanted it, I did”, he tried to justify, but he sighed a moment after. “I thought I did. I always dreamed of it. But I.. I want my first time to be special, you know?”, he questioned, looking up at Tony hopefully.

Peter knew he probably wanted nothing to do with him now, and was just trying to be nice. And Tony’s next words only confirmed that. He patted him on his shoulder gently as he moved to stand. “I’m sure you’ll find someone special Peter, you deserve it”, he said, and the sincerity in his tone made Peter’s heart ache, but of course, he’d lost his chance. “I’ll leave you some clothes outside the door. You can put those in the laundry. When you’re done, just say Hey Friday, call Tony, and I’ll be up in a few minutes”, he said.

Peter’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Friday was the computer you spoke to into the elevator?”, he questioned, standing up on wobbly legs as he held onto the tub for support.

“She’s my girl.. although she doesn’t take well to being called a computer. At least refer to her as artificial intelligence. She runs all throughout the house”, he explained. “Take as long as you need”, he finished, as he left the room.

Peter closed his eyes, shaking his head, not being able to get the thought of Tony rushing out the room from his mind.

As promised, when Peter was done with his bath, wrapped in a large fluffy towel, there was some clothes outside the door. This wasn’t Tony’s personal room, it was a guest room, he could tell. It looked unlived in.

He was happy to see a toothbrush and some paste next to the clothes, taking his time to get the horrible taste from his mouth.

When he was done, he put on the hoodie and the underwear left out for him on. The hard-ob he had earlier was clearly gone by now. There was nothing like vomit and rejection to get your boner down.

The sweatpants were far too baggy on his waist, so he had to roll them up a few times. Even the hoodie was too big. Peter laughed at himself in the mirror, shaking his head. How he’d gotten himself into this situation, he had no idea. When he seemed a little more confident in facing Tony, he looked up to the ceiling and then to the walls, before raising an eyebrow.

“Uh.. Friday.. call Tony?”, he said in a questioning tone, not too sure where to look.

“I’m in the air Mr Parker. You can not see me. But I have called Tony for you”, came the reply, and Peter laughed softly.

“Sorry… ma’am”, he replied, shrugging a little.

Tony was at the door within a minute, he too seemed to have taken a shower. His hair slightly damp. He also had sweatpants on, but opted for a white t-shirt rather than a hoodie. Peter had to force himself to look at Tony’s face, rather than how tight that shirt looked around his chest.

“Mr Stark I just wanna apologise again..”, but he was cut off by Tony’s hand raised and waving in the air.

“Kid, it’s not your fault? Okay?”, he said. Peter didn’t look so sure.

But as Tony raised an eyebrow, Peter sighed and nodded his head. “Okay..”, he muttered quietly.

The hours that followed the awkwardness were actually quite pleasant. Tony did a good job at helping Peter forget the events that just took place. In fact he gave him what had to be the best news of his life.

Although nothing was set in stone just yet, Tony said that he’d love to have Peter complete an internship at Stark Industries, after finding out about his passions and his dream to go to MIT. Peter was overjoyed, as you may expect.

Inevitably the talk turned to spider-man. They looked over his suit (Tony was impressed with the skill of the boy but said that if he would ever start working with him, he was going to get a better suit), Peter told him about the spider bite and what he could do, and just how spider-man came into existence. Again, although nothing was set in stone, Tony told him that they may just be able to give him a place on the team (Peter almost cried in excitement) he’d just have to prove himself first. Peter said he was ready whenever Tony was and Tony couldn’t help but smile at the eagerness of the boy.

They ordered chinese food upon Peter’s request. It was begrudgingly, considering he argued Tony should choose, but Tony put his foot down. They pretty much just ate and spoke for the rest of the evening like friends would.

There was a warm glow about them. It wasn’t tense or awkward. Which was probably what drove Peter to come out with what he said next.

“Why don’t you want to have sex with me anymore”, Peter blurted out. His face red from the nature of the question, but it seemed that asking it alone took a great weight from his shoulders.

Tony titled his head, the expression on his face almost unreadable, as he set down his fork and plate with a sigh. “And who said I didn’t?”, he questioned.

Peter blinked, a small frown on his lips. “You said you were sure I’d find someone special to have my first time too. Is it because you don’t do that type of stuff? I know you don’t do relationships-“

He was cut off by the sound of Tony’s scoff. “I do relationships kid, I just haven’t found the right person”, he said, still looking at him with that same unreadable expression.

The only time it changed was when Tony eventually sighed and for a moment he looked pained. “You will find someone special Peter. But that person isn’t me. Not because I don’t like virgins. But because I’m a pervy old man and you’re eighteen”, he said firmly.

“It’s not illegal…”, Peter muttered quietly, but Tong laughed and threw his head back.

“No but it’s wrong. Imagine the headlines: Tony Stark preys and grooms innocent highschooler with an internship at Stark industries”, he scoffed, shaking his head.

Peter’s eyes grew narrow with stubbornness. “I thought you didn’t care what people said about you?”, he asked, it was almost accusative, but if Tony thought differently, he didn’t really let into it.

“I don’t care kid. But I care enough about you to know you wouldn’t be able to handle it. And don’t say you would, because shit like that, fake news like that, kills people. We can argue it all day, all night. It was consensual. Not illegal. Blah blah blah. It will never be good enough for people”, he said bitterly.

“That’s only if we go into a relationship…”, Peter muttered quietly, pushing the food around his plate, no longer hungry, despite the fact that he’d lost most of the contents of his stomach.

“Peter”, Tony said, suddenly softly. He reached out a hand, cupping the soft cheek in his calloused hand, his thumb brushing along his cheek bone gently. “You deserve to be in a happy and committed relationship when you have your first time. Not to some old man, that you think you love because of idol worship. Not even if he’s attracted to you too. Because I am. But you don’t want a relationship with me. You wouldn’t be able to handle it. And I won’t let you have sex with me, lose your virginity to me, off of one quick fuck. You deserve better. And I know from the very short time around you, you’re perfect, and I can tell you’re one of the sweetest bambi-eyed boys that will ever bless this earth. And if you give me one night, I won’t hold back from wanting more. And that’s not right. So it’s better to brush this away now, before it gets too far. And you actually consider getting into a relationship with an old man.”

Peter kept a steady gaze on Tony’s eyes. It was obvious everything he was saying was the truth. He seemed sad. And he was clearly holding himself back from Peter, because his gaze definitely gave off some type of yearning, or dare Peter dream, forbidden love. Tony wanted him, but not just sexually. Why? Peter didn’t know. Tony had known him for what, a couple of hours? He’d basically thrown up on him. And yet Tony still wanted him. If anything that thought made Peter want him more. He swallowed the tight feeling in his throat as he set down his plate.

“So if we got into a relationship, you’d have sex with me?”, he asked quietly.

Tony let out a heavy breath, rolling his eyes slightly, as he let his hand drop. But it only made Peter lean closer, so close, he was able to smell the man’s scent off his clothes. “Is that the only thing you got from that?”, he asked, at Peters nod, he smiled faintly and continued. “I guess yes. But relationships take time to Peter-“

“I’m not twelve.. I know-“

“-I’m just saying You’re beautiful. And I may or may not have stalked you a little after figuring out you were watching my tower. So I know you have a beautiful soul and personality too. But I don’t want you jumping into something you don’t want.”

Tony was adamant, but Peter clearly was just as stubborn.

“How long of hanging out with you is it going to take to get you to realise I want you.”

“I think a year will suffice in getting you to realise I’m a piece of shit.”

Peter’s frown was heartbreaking at realising he was going to have to wait a whole year. But Tony had logic behind his words. He figured in that time Peter would find someone. And actually love them. And he’d be happy. That’s what he wanted. He wasn’t about to go ruining this boy's life, because he wanted to fuck the man he looked up too. God, Tony wanted to fuck him back, but not when he was simply going to take advantage of that vulnerability.

“Fine, a year”, Peter eventually sighed. Already trying to formulate a plan to shorten that significantly. Maybe they didn’t know each other enough yet to be getting in any type of relationship. But they had mutual attraction, that was clear. And the chemistry between them, from the two seconds where Peter actually was confident, was blinding. So Peter was sure that somehow they’d fall in love, he was pretty much half way there anyway.

For the rest of the night, they didn’t speak of sex, or love, or anything of the sort. They just hung out like friends. And it was… nice.

Tony got Happy to drop Peter back home, with the promise of him coming back over the weekend (because you have school tomorrow and it’s late) so that they could have a proper discussion of what was going to happen, after Tony had spoken to Pepper. If he made any formal arrangements without her input it wouldn’t end nice.

It was around the five month mark where Peter grew restless.

Eighteen was bad enough to not have lost his virginity, but nineteen was just a crime.

It had become more than just one wanting to have sex with Tony to fulfill some sort of fantasy. He wanted to be with Tony because Tony treated him amazing.

From the day he started the internship, and began working with the rest of the avengers, Tony had been nothing but amazing. Every weekend he’d stay over at the tower, and sometimes Tony would even let Mj and Ned stay… with the promise that he’d get him all to himself another time so they could watch a movie. They spent a lot of their time in the lab, but when they didn’t, they were hanging out upstairs, just being in each others company. Sometimes Peter would even come over just to sit and study whilst Tony did his own work. Oh and speaking of studying, Tony was one of the most intelligent men in the world and if Peter needed help he was more than happy to give it. Sometimes they’d facetime on days they weren’t together with Peter sheepishly asking how to work something out, or asking Tony to check his calculations. When Tony realised Peter’s phone was broken he bought him a new one. Peter wasn’t happy with it at first, but Tony had said something along the lines of: “How else am I supposed to contact you when I need you”, and Peter was smitten. There was also the time when Tony noticed him looking at watches online on his laptop, and the next day he’d bought him a very shiny, new, expensive watch. Peter almost cried, saying it was too much, but Tony was stubborn and now Peter protected the watch with his life.

There was those gestures but there was also the little things. The things Peter liked to argue was Tony falling in love with him more and more, and consequently, Peter falling in love with Tony, more and more. Like the fact that Tony figured out all of Peter’s favourite foods and stocked up the kitchen with them (“how else are we going to feed that freaky metabolism of yours”) and the fact that Peter didn’t sleep in a guest room, he had his own room, which Tony had let him decorate how he wanted. It was the fact that although Peter got to meet and hang out with the other avengers, Tony was always his favourite. It was the fact that when Peter had nightmares, or couldn’t sleep at night, Tony set up a protocol so that FRIDAY would alert him and a few minutes later he was at Peter’s door with a mug of hot chocolate and those cheap unbranded cookies that Peter insisted were amazing. And, it was the fact that when Peter begged Tony to bake with him one night, Tony did, and never once did he complain, he simply helped, and the smile on his face showed that actually Tony did enjoy it, even though he’d been stubborn in saying he would never bake.

Yes. It was the little things.

And these little things were what made Peter restless. He didn’t know how he could go any longer. He still hadn’t slept with anyone. And he was pretty sure Tony knew that too. Sometimes he’d make an off handed joke and ask if Peter was texting his boyfriend or girlfriend but Peter would simply shake his head and say “not yet mr Stark”.

So Peter realised he was going to have to step up his game. Because he couldn’t deal with another seven months of agonising waiting.

He may or may not have decided he was going to get ready at the tower on the day when he’d made arrangements to go with Mj to a gay bar. The frown on Tony’s face was unmissable when Peter admitted he hadn’t come to stay tonight, he just didn’t want to get ready at May’s because he knew she’d kick up a fuss about him being underage and using fake IDs was wrong. Tony had nodded, but ever the most amazing role model, said it was fine and to be careful, and if he needed a ride home to text him.

Peter made a blatant show to walk out into the kitchen to say goodbye to Tony once he was all dressed. He was proud by the way Tony’s eyes bulged from his head, as Peter’s small, and hardly clothed figure came to a stop in front of him. “I’m leaving now Mr Stark”, he chirped, wiggling his hips slightly as he turned to give him a full 360 of his outfit.

Long legs were clad in a simple pair of fishnets and the smallest pair of black booty shorts Tony had ever seen. But at least his bottom half was even moderately covered. Because Peter wasn’t wearing a shirt. No, he was wearing a see through mesh t-shirt.

“Do you think I’ll pull any boys?”, he asked with a giggle, the teasing in his tone evident but Tony didn’t doubt for one second that Peter was going to pick up someone tonight.

“You look… peng Peter, or however you young guys say it”, Tony said, brown eyes looking Peter up and down, his lips slightly parted before he licked at them, and finally pulled his gaze away to settle on the soft eyes concentrated on his reaction. A small pout appeared at Tony’s words as he huffed out a little childishly. “I’m being serious”, he whined, titling his head. As Tony looked closer he realised he had on the slightest bit of makeup. His eyelashes darker and longer than usual, and a glitter above his eyes. Even his lips were glossy with a light pink lip gloss. Tony had to bite down on his cheek to stop himself from saying what he truly thought of Peter’s outfit because it didn’t follow the ‘try not to be a pervy old man’ rule he’d set up for himself 5 months ago.

“Honestly Peter, you look amazing. But you’re going to be cold eventually, I hope you know that. The glitter was a nice touch, really brings out your eyes”, he complimented, before he turned back to the coffee he’d been making. He was sure he was going to need something stronger than that now.

Peter’s pout turned into a frown as he looked down at his feet. He sighed, and nodded his head. “Thank you Mr Stark. I’m sure I’ll be fine”, he said softly, before he turned to leave.

Tony never got a phone call that night from Peter asking him to pick him up. In fact Peter never returned. And whilst Tony took a cold shower to get rid of his unfortunate problem because he wasn’t about to go jacking off at the thought of the boy, he couldn’t help but feel sad at the thought of Peter being in someone else’s bed.

Of course though Tony couldn’t have been more wrong. Sure Peter hadn’t returned but that was because he’d been more upset at Tony’s reaction than anything. He stayed at Mj’s and trust me, there was no sex involved with that.

The next time he saw Mr Stark was a week later. They hadn’t really spoke much that week, neither wanting to reach out to the other after the prior incident. But as soon as Peter walked in, grabbed a snack, and met Tony in the lab, it pretty much went back to normal, as if it had never happened.

That was until Peter burst out with a fairly odd question. “Mr Stark?”, he asked questioningly, looking up from his laptop and waiting for Tony to look up from the machine he’d been working on.

“Yeah kid?”, he responded, setting down his spanner, expecting him to ask him something homework related and wanting to give him his full attention.

“You’re experienced…”, Peter began, a dark blush already beginning to cover his cheeks, as he watched Tony raise a cautious eyebrow, that was an interesting way to start a question, “I was just.. I was wondering… can you give me some tips on how you suck someone off?”, Peter asked quickly, all at once, before letting out a soft breath as if in relief for finally managing to get it out.

Tony seemed to go through about five hundred emotions in the space a second. Blinking at the boy having no idea what to say. There was a beat of silence in which Peter seemed to freeze realising what he’d actually done. “I-I’m sorry..”, he began, but Tony was quick to shake his head and wave the apology off.

“You want me to give you tips on how to give a blow job?”, he repeated, not really comprehending if this was all just one weird dream. Peter’s sheepish his confirmed that actually it was the beginning of a nightmare as he sighed and rested his hands on the workbench in front of him because suddenly Tony felt weak.

“Why?”, he couldn’t help but ask.

Peter bit down on his lip and sighed. “I haven’t tried since.. you know.. what happened last time. And, I’m almost nineteen and no guy wants someone that doesn’t know what they’re doing”, he finally admitted.

But Tony’s eyes widened, confusion crossing over his expression. “Wait you didn’t go home with anyone last week?”, he questioned, to which Peter shook his head, nose slightly scrunched at the thought. “I wouldn’t do one night stands no matter how hard someone tries to force me”, he explained, a small frown on his lips.

“I know it was stupid question, but I.. you’re the only man I know that I feel comfortable with asking”, he continued.

Tony let out a deep breath, one hand raised to pinch at the bridge of his kiss to try and steady the multiple thoughts going through his head right now. “Kid you’re killing me!”

Peter stayed silent at that, but there was a very small smile of amusement on his lips. And suddenly, Peter felt more confident than ever. “And you’re killing me”, he spoke quietly, a steady gaze on Tony, but also quite a sad one. “Going around acting like what happened, never happened. And just making me love you even more. You said I’d think you’re shit, but Mr Stark, you’ve been nothing but amazing to me, and I just can’t do it anymore. I tried to go on dates, but every time I did, it just didn’t feel right. Like I was cheating on you but we’re not even.. you don’t even like me. All you do is see me as a kid”, Peter finally let out. It was clear by the way his face was scrunched he’d been waiting to say this for a while. “And sexual tension aside. Yeah I still want you like that, but I also just want to hug you. I want to kiss you when you have bad days, and give you massages because I notice sometimes you leave the lab wincing from being hunched over. I want to fall asleep in your bed, and have you there beside me. Not in the room next to me. I want to be with you, but I can’t wait another 6 months, I can’t, Tony, I can’t.”

Peter never usually used Tony’s name. It was only ever Mr Stark. And the brokenness to his voice only made it so much worse. Peter was desperate at this point. “I can’t go on any longer like this”, he finished, swallowing the lump in his throat. He’d really done it now, Tony must hate him, but he couldn’t feel mad at himself, it needed to be said.

Tony was shocked to say the least. He hadn’t realised it had been so hard for him too. And that’s a heavy emphasis on the too. Tony had made promises to himself not to touch Peter because he couldn’t exploit his innocence. But it was never just about sex. At least not anymore. The more and more they spent together, the more Tony realised he was falling in love with the boy. And he couldn’t exactly stop himself from loving. Even when he shouldn’t.

For a moment the lab remained silent. Peter had tears in his eyes and Tony, well he just didn’t know what to say. “Kid..”, he tried to begin, but Peter’s face scrunched up, and Tony stood quiet.

“I’m not a kid, stop calling me that. I’m eighteen years old and I like you Tony… a whole ass lot and I can’t hold that in anymore”, he cried out, finally letting the tears fall as he ducked his head down.

He didn’t hear the footsteps of the man get closer to stand beside him, and in a moment he felt the weight of a hand on his back. Peter whispered quietly, but Tony simply stretched out a hand, gently pulling his chin up with his finger so that Peter had no choice but to look up into the eyes above him. God damn Tony and his ability to hide what he was thinking.

“Peter”, he began again, obviously steering clear of the name he’d affectionately given him. “These past few months have been hard for me too. I’ll admit that. You come here, and you’re all sweet and innocent and I just want to be with you. I thought at first, merely I was attracted to your youth, but no, I’m attracted to who you are, and I- I like you too, I do”, Tony spoke softly. Peter was surprised, his brows raising as his lips slightly parted in shock.

“You do?”, he asked in a quiet whisper.

Tony nodded, a small smile on his lips. “I thought maybe you’d realise, that you only ever wanted to have sex with me. And dating someone a lot older than you, wasn’t something you’d want. And I thought as you got to know me, that’s how you’d think. But I guess it didn’t, and I couldn’t shake off the way I felt about you even if I tried. I didn’t want to steal away the beauty of a first love from you, but I guess you made your heart, and mine too, made that decision for us”, he spoke. The gears in Tony’s brain were working long and hard, trying to think of the best possible way for this to go.

But Peter, his eyes were so bright and hopeful, that how could he ever deny both of them of what they wanted.

Slowly Tony leaned down and captured Peter’s lips in a soft kiss. It was nothing like the roughness and passion Peter thought it was going to be, but this was so much better. He let out the softest of breaths, leaning up into Tony’s lips, and kissing him back sweetly.

When they pulled away, he giggled, a soft dusting of pink over his cheeks, and Tony was enamoured. He laughed, a gentle but genuine laugh as he moved to pull the boy into a hug. He didn’t know how much he needed to just say those things, and accept them, until this moment.

“So does this mean you’ll fuck me now?”, Peter asked quietly. It was obvious he was simply playing around. Tony pulled away from the hug giving him an almost stern look. “I promise I like you Tony, but I also find it hard to sit around here covering a bulge when you’re all covered in grease, and sweaty, and those muscles are flexing…”, he justified, tracking off at the end as he realised he was getting more than off track.

Tony’s ego was of course stroked more than ever, but what was important was the way he sighed. “Oh yeah? You think it’s so easy for me sweetheart?”, he asked, “You waltz around here in nothing but your hoodies and underwear, and the way you geek out when you get excited is so damn adorable. Let’s not forget the outfit you wore last week. It’s a pain for me too kid, and I can’t even do anything about it because I was not about to mastutabte to the thought of you because I was not stooping down to that level of creepy”, he stated firmly, but Peter was smiling by the end.

“Well you don’t have to be creepy, because I’ll know. But I’d much prefer it if you came to me, to help you out”, he said in a sultry tone, fingertips coming to stroke over Tony’s chest as he hummed lightly.

“Oh? So you’ll actually get the dick into your mouth this time?”, Tony asked amused as Peter huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t remind me”, he said, a slight whine to his tone as he dropped his hands to his sides with a small huffed breath. “I’m just saying, I want you, you want me, what do we have to lose? I’m sure you can teach me. I watched some videos, so I think I’ve got the technique down, I just need someone to practise on..”, he smiled innocently, shrugging his shoulders.

Tony smiles affectionately, and moved his hands up to Peter’s cheeks gently. He pressed a small peck to his lips before he hummed. “You waited this long, you can wait a few more days. I want your first time to be special, and I’m determined to do that”, he whispered. And it was clear by the stubborn look in his eyes he wasn’t about to change his mind.

Peter huffed, but nodded his head. “Can I at least have hugs and kisses until then?”, he asked sweetly.

Tony laughed and pulled him into his arms, Peter’s legs locking around his waist, and sliding his arms around his neck. “You can have all the hugs and kisses you want”, Tony promised.

The lab was full of giggles and innocent affection for the rest of the night. And Peter for once got his wish.

They slept cuddled against each other in Tony’s room, and Peter didn’t think it could ever get better than this.

| Part three |

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buckyssoul · 4 years

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Sweeter Than Syrup

Paring: SamBucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,425

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: polyamory, sexy times (a dumb amount of dirty talk), a little bit of a praise!kink, my general foul language, also an abundance of pet names (I have absolutely Zero self-control okay,,)

Summary: just a cozy day in with your boys,,, breakfast, cuddles, oh and a hella explicit threesome. fr it’s like 85% smut, im so sorry hhhh.

A/N: HEY!! I died for like a year. But I’m back now with renewed inspiration thanks to the sambucky show (: also huge shout out to @empyreanwritings for beta reading for me. I don’t know what i’d do w/o you, steph. ilysm <3

Bucky was pulling the last of the French toast off the skillet when he heard you and Sam walking down the hallway to the kitchen of your shared floor at the Avenger’s compound. He smiled when he heard your harmonious laughter as you came through the doorway.

“Hey, Bucky” you smiled as you walked over to him swiftly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and placing a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose. “It smells delicious in here” you sighed happily.

He smiled warmly and placed his hands on your hips, “Hi, baby” he replied softly as he leaned in to kiss your lips. He pulled back sooner than you would have liked and smiled at you with nothing but love in his eyes. “You guys are back just in time, everything’s ready.” He pecked your lips once more.

Sam came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, squishing you between your two beautiful boyfriends. He kissed your neck softly from below your ear down to your shoulder causing a tingle to go down your spine. He then leaned forward, squeezing you between them more in the process. But you didn’t care, in between Sam and Bucky’s arms was your favorite place to be. He kissed Bucky softly on the corner of his mouth, “Hey Buck, we missed you” he smiled happily at the soft puppy looking man.

“You dorks were only gone an hour” he chuckled lightly, smiling as his heart warmed being so close to the two loves of his life.

“Which is 59 minutes long enough to miss you” you replied with a genuine warm smile as you leaned in to kiss his dimpled chin.

Sam pulled away first, turning around to get the plates, cups and silverware out of the cabinets to set the table. You gave Bucky one more soft kiss on his plushy pink lips before going to get the butter and drinks from the fridge. Bucky smiled to himself, wondering how the hell he got so lucky. He grabbed the syrup from the pantry as well as the French toast from the counter and made his way to the table where you and Sam were already sitting. Sam poured himself a glass of orange juice then he handed the bottle off to Bucky knowing that’s what he would want too.

“Here, baby. You want some?” Bucky asked lifting the orange juice bottle toward you.

“You know my girl loves her chocolate milk, Buck” Sam jested and winked at you.

“You’re ridiculous,” you couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head at him, “You’re right though, I do love me some chocolate milk.” You winked back at him as you grabbed the half gallon and started filling your glass.

You filled your plate first and started to dig in before either of the boys. A deep moan erupted from your throat, “God Bucky, this is so fucking good,” you sighed as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Bucky and Sam locked eyes smirking at each other, which you missed being lost in the wonderland that was Bucky’s French toast.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, sweetheart” he gave you a cheeky smile.

“I’m glad too,” Sam smirked.

After breakfast was done you all found yourselves in the living room. Bucky was lounging on one side of the couch and Sam was on the other, they liked to have you sitting between them. You went to sit down on the middle cushion, but Bucky grabbed your arm and pulled you into his lap before you could sit all the way down. You squeaked as you fell ungracefully into his strong arms. He pulled you close to his body and began planting light kisses all over your face.

You were giggling uncontrollably, “Bucky, stop!” you laughed harder as his fingers started to tickle your sides.

“I’ll save you baby!” Sam shouted as he grabbed your legs and dragged your body to lay between them. Your head was now in Bucky’s lap as Sam crawled up to lay between your legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your breasts, “Ah, my favorite place to be” he sighed as you chuckled at him, chest still rising and falling heavily from trying to catch your breath.

Bucky ran his fingers through your hair, you looked up at him and smiled softly before relaxing your head back down and letting your eyes fall shut. You brought your hands up to begin rubbing Sam’s toned, muscular back. His eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed further into you, letting himself take in this moment with the two people he cared about most in the world. Bucky looked at you both, smiling to himself, he was so in love.

You released a soft moan as Bucky started massaging your scalp. Sam’s eyes shot open at the noise. He looked up and his eyes immediately locked with Bucky’s. They shared a smirk with each other again. They loved the sounds you always made for them. Sam slid his hands up your sides and slowly started massaging your breasts. You let out a higher pitched whine and heavy sigh at his ministrations.

Sam sat up so Bucky could tug your shirt over your head while he tugged off your jeans, you didn’t protest. Both of them took in your appearance, your soft skin on display for them only covered by your thin black lace bralette and matching thong. Sam, still sat up on his knees between your legs, started to massage up your thighs while Bucky reached down to toy with your pebbled nipples through the fabric of your bra.

“So soft and warm for us, angel” Bucky hummed lowly as Sam lightly rubbed his thumb over your clothed clit.

You arched your back up at their gentle touches, silently begging for more friction.

“You’re so pretty, love” Sam praised you, voice barely above a whisper, as he pulled your thong off. He leaned down to put his mouth to work on you, but you stopped him by planting your foot against his chest gently.

“You two are wearing far too many clothes” you smirked and raised an eyebrow at him daring him to test your patience. You rolled off the side of the couch to your feet and turned to face them, waiting for them to lose their clothes. They stripped faster than you’ve ever seen them do so before, both of them left in just their boxers within seconds. Without speaking you gently moved Sam by his shoulders, so he was laying on his back in the middle of the sofa. You leaned down to kiss him, moaning when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, you could still taste the syrup lingering on his tongue from breakfast.

You pulled back with a soft smile, “I can think of somewhere else I’d like that tongue to be” you chuckled as he nodded enthusiastically.

“Ain’t gotta tell me more than once, baby” he smiled as he tugged you by your hips to straddle his face. You sighed in immense pleasure when his warm lips wrapped around your clit.

You looked over to see Bucky with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, slowly stroking his shaft as he watched Sam eat you out, eyes hooded, tip of his cock red and weeping, begging to be touched. You salivated seeing him standing there, naked and needy.

“Come here, baby” you motioned for him to join you on the couch. He came and rested on his knees in front of you. You pulled your bralette off, tossing it to the other side of the room.

You grabbed Bucky, lacing your fingers through the silky hair at the base of his neck and pulled him to you connecting your lips, he brought his flesh hand up to cradle your jaw as his metal hand started lightly pinching your hard nipples. The sensation causing you to moan into his mouth and grind your hips down on Sam’s face. Both of them took advantage of your haze, Bucky sliding his tongue into mingle with yours, loving the lingering sweetness on yours from the sugary breakfast you finished not too long ago. And Sam doubled his efforts-- grabbing your ass in his palms, massaging and squeezing your cheeks. You took Bucky’s throbbing cock in your hand gently and began stroking him. He growled deep in his chest, you smiled as you pulled away from his mouth, teeth nipping at his plump bottom lip.

Bucky stared down at you through his lashes as you lowered your head to take him into your mouth. You looked back up at him as you flicked your tongue out to tease the tip of his painfully hard cock. His whole body tensed at the sensation and his flesh hand flew to your hair, lightly caressing your scalp as you took him deeper into your warm waiting mouth. His tip reached the back of your throat and you relaxed your muscles to take him in even deeper, using your tongue to caress the pulsing vein on the underside of his thick cock. You caught him off guard with the throaty moan you released due to Sam sliding two of his fingers into your soaking wet pussy, instantly finding your most sensitive spot. His lips sucked on your swollen clit, his tongue flicking over it rapidly. You tensed up and pulled Bucky from your mouth, replacing it with your hands, as you started breathing heavily, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over Sam’s face, you know he loves your sweet pussy juices. Sweeter than sugary syrup. Come on, angel.” Bucky was encouraging you, stroking your jaw as you continued panting.

“Fuck!” You whined, “Feels so good Sammy, please don’t stop.” Your thighs started twitching uncontrollably..

Sam groaned as he felt your walls starting to constrict around his fingers, the vibration on your sensitive clit throttled you over the edge, hard. You came with a scream, gushing all over Sam’s mouth, he continued to lick at your overstimulated core as you came down from your high.

“So good for us, baby” Bucky cooed, pulling you up to his mouth to kiss your swollen lips.

Sam rolled out from under you and quickly scampered off to the kitchen. You melted into Bucky’s strong supportive arms, letting him cradle your weak body while you recovered from your earth-shattering orgasm. He kissed along your jaw to nibble at the spot below your ear that always made you moan and shiver.

“Oh, Bucky” you sighed into his neck. Bring both your hands up to run through his chocolate locks, you started kissing and nipping at his throat.

You felt his still hard cock pressing against your hip. You pulled away from his neck, leaned in to press a short kiss to supple lips before whispering, “I want you both to fuck me, Bucky.”

“You know we’ll give you whatever your heart desires, sugar” he smirked, “All you gotta do is ask” he finished leaning in to kiss you once more.

“Absolutely, babydoll” Sam agreed as he came back into the room with a glass of ice water. “Drink up” he said handing the glass of water to you. “We aren’t done with you yet.”

You took the glass and chugged the whole thing, thanking Sam with a kiss as you walked back to the kitchen to place the glass in the sink.

You walked back into the living room to see your boys kissing and gently stroking their still hard cocks. “I’ll be waiting in the bedroom for you when you’re ready, boys”

They slowly broke their kiss and followed you to the bedroom. When they arrived, you were sprawled out on the satin sheets of your king sized bed. They stared at you for just a moment, taking in your gorgeous form. Your eyes shut, hair laying around your head like a halo, bottom lip trapped between your teeth, whimpers escaping you as your fingers massaged your sensitive clit. Your other hand pinched and caressed your breasts, your pussy dripping already with arousal.

“You’re stunning, angel” Bucky mused, voice rough and thick with need.

“An absolute vision” Sam agreed.

Bucky approached the bed, wasting no time crawling between your legs and licking up the juices dripping from your cunt. You released a high-pitched breathy sigh at his actions. Sam crawled up next you on the bed giving your soft breasts some attention with his smooth lips and warm tongue. He swirled his tongue around one before closing his lips around it and sucking on it gently. He alternated between them, showing each nipple equal amounts of attention. Bucky was doing the same to your swollen clit, his lips wrapped around it gently sucking and massaging the sensitive nub with his velvety tongue.

“Mmmh, so good to me boys” you sighed. They both hummed, keening at your praise. “I love your mouths, so careful and tender for me” you continued. You reached down wrapping one hand around Sam’s cock, stroking him slowly. The other hand you tangled in Bucky’s hair, gently caressing his scalp. “That’s it, right there, Buck. Make me come, baby” you whimpered when he slid one cool metal finger into your warm fluttering walls.

“You’re so good for us, darlin” Sam cooed, kissing up your chest and throat until his lips sealed around yours swallowing your moans. You began to stroke Sam’s cock faster as your orgasm approached, the coil in your stomach winding tighter every second.

“You wanna come again, baby?” Sam asked, voice thick with desire “You wanna come all over Bucky’s face too? Let him taste that sweet pussy nectar?” His words were pushing you so close to the edge you could scream if your voice box knew how to function properly. “Come on, sugar. You’ve gotta get that pussy nice and wet for us if you want to take both our cocks,” he added, you whimpered at the thought. Bucky plunged his tongue deep into your pulsating pussy, bringing his finger up to flick rapidly at your clit, “Come Y/n, come on Bucky’s tongue” Sam demanded, his voice stern and gravely. And you obeyed, coming with a broken scream, hand squeezing and pumping faster on Sam’s cock, fingers gripping tightly at Bucky’s soft hair, thighs clutching around his head.

“That’s a good girl” Sam praised you, stroking your jaw as you caught your breath. “You look so pretty when you orgasm, princess” he added as he leaned down to softly kiss your cheeks nose and forehead.

“You really do taste sweeter than syrup, baby” Bucky mused, sitting up to wipe your juices from his face.

“I think I’m ready for both those gorgeous cocks now” you sighed after catching your breath for a minute.

Sam laid down on the bed and you leaned down licking at the little bit a precum already escaping his tip, his eyes rolled back in pleasure. You sucked and licked him softly a few more times before straddling his hips and rubbing him against your slick entrance.

“Oh fuck darlin, can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock” he sighed.

You sank down on his cock slowly, feeling every inch of him as he slid into your warmth. You moaned once your hips met his, feeling incredibly full. “You feel so good inside me baby” you praised him as you leaned forward to capture his lips with your own. You began rocking back and forth at a languid pace, enjoying the feel of his cock dragging along your most sensitive nerve endings.

After a minute or so you felt Bucky’s hands on your hips massaging down you where you and Sam were connected. He gently wedged two of his flesh fingers into you alongside Sam’s thick cock, doing his best to ease you open enough to take both of them at once. You whimpered and slowed your pace at the intrusion.

“It’s okay, baby” Bucky reached up with his metal hand to gently caress your beautifully round ass, “just gotta get you ready for both of us at once. You’re doing so good, sweetheart” he praised.

You disconnected yourself from Sam’s mouth, whimpering and kissing down his jaw to hide your face in his neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the flesh under his ear.

Sam reached both his hands around you to rub up and down your sides slowly, stopping at your hips and coming back up to caress the underside of your breasts with his thumbs, “You feel so good, babygirl” he cooed. “Are you ready for Bucky to join us now?” he asked softly. You couldn’t respond verbally, so you just nodded ‘yes’ into the side of his neck.

“Okay, sweetheart” Bucky started as he rubbed his tip at your entrance. “I’ll go slow, tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” you just nodded again, holding your breath as he slid into you, next to Sam. You whined into Sam’s neck and Bucky stilled, about halfway in, “you okay, doll?” He asked with worry edged into his voice.

You breathed out heavily, “Y-yeah, Buck. Keep going, baby.” You reassured him after taking a few deep breaths. He pushed in the rest of the way, settling in easily due to your wetness. You were stretched to the max though, neither of your boys were small, and you were feeling fuller than ever before. “Please move” you begged after taking a few moments to adjust to their size.

Gently, the boys began to rock in and out of you in tandem. As Bucky pulled almost all the way out, Sam would thrust back in and vice versa. You began to moan and whimper unintelligible nonsense into the side of Sam’s throat, hands clutching at his muscular shoulders.

“You’re so wet for us, princess” Sam whispered, tone flooded with pleasure, hands still caressing your sides. You sighed happily at his praise.

Bucky sucked on two of his flesh fingers before reaching around to strum at your clit. You clenched around them tightly at the initial contact, letting out a high-pitched whine into Sam’s shoulder. “Fuuuuck baby” Sam panted, “Squeezing us so tight.”

“You gonna come for us a third time, babygirl?” Bucky teased and he rubbed your clit faster.

“Oh fuck” you whimpered, “Don’t stop, I’m so close” you panted.

“Come for us, baby” Sam grunted as he thrusted harder into you, he and Bucky both increasing their paces. “Wanna come for you sweetheart, but you’ve gotta let go first” Sam panted, his release nearing as well.

“Gonna fill you up with our cum” Bucky added, “but you have to come for us first babygirl, come on” he begged.

A few more flicks of Bucky’s strong fingers against your swollen nub and their cocks pumping into you vigorously, stroking every inch of your sensitive walls, and you came with a strangled shout, gushing around them. Your warm, slick release and the clenching of your muscles around them sent both your boys over the edge. They came grunting and panting, mumbled praises of how good you are to them. You felt the warmth of them coating you and mixing with your juices. It was running down your thighs as they pulled out of you, leaving you feeling exhausted and empty. You rolled off Sam, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

Bucky came up beside you, brushing your sweat slicked hair back from your face. “Hey, honey” he whispered, “You wanna go shower off and take a much-deserved siesta?” He scooped you up in his arms when you lazily nodded ‘yes’.

You rested your head where his neck met his shoulder, pressing gentle kisses to his collarbone, “Love you, buck” you mumbled in a sleepy haze.

“I love you too, babydoll” he smiled and kissed your forehead before gently setting you on your feet in the shower between himself and Sam.

“Mmmm, I love you Sammy” you cooed leaning in to give him a soft kiss under the warm stream of the shower.

“I love you too, sweetheart” he kissed you back softly.

The boys took their time washing you and themselves before helping you out of the shower and drying off. Sam carried you back to bed, and you cuddled up with your two boys under the thin sheet of your bed, drifting off to the feel of three soft hands on your body and one smoothe cold one.

*~*~*

I hope that was alright for a coming back from the dead piece. Thank you for reading!!

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borathae · 4 years

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Omg just thought of a request! New Year’s Eve related!! How about y/n is on tour with the boys as like a singer or 8th member and her and one of the boys (vocal line? Heh) have been flirting and kissing NON STOP all tour and y/n gives up on him because she saw him talking to other girls and thinks she can’t compare and that he’s just conveniently using her for affection because she’s there. She runs away and the boys try to find her and The boy finally confessed to them at midnight 🥰

Pairing: Jimin x f.Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol!AU

Wordcount: 1.4k

a/n: Why did that make me lowkey sad? lmaooa my single ass can’t relate sad 🤧 anyways this is going to be my last story of 2019. Happy New Years everyone, I love you and see you next year (höhöhöhö) 😂💜

Only a few more seconds and the champagne glass would probably shatter in your hands. You are clasping it, basically choking it to death in your hands all whilst imagining it was the girl’s throat Jimin is currently talking to. Well, basically eye fucking her if you were being honest. He is leaned against the wall with one of his arms, a teasing smirk is on his lips as he lets his eyes travel over the girl’s body. She is telling him something, probably a story of her boring childhood. He laughs, throwing his head back. Or not so boring in Jimins eyes.

“Why do you look as miserable as sin?” Seokjin asks, having walked up to you just seconds ago.

“It’s nothing”, you grumble, staring down Jimin and the now giggling girl. What was she laughing about? Oh, your blood is boiling at this point.

“So it’s not Jimin currently hitting up that girl over there?”

You finally look away from Jimin to send Seokjin an annoyed stare instead.

“Why would that bother me?”

“Because you guys are basically dating at this point, duh?” Seokjin raises one of his eyebrows, signaling you if it wasn’t obvious enough.

You scoff, feeling annoyed.

“Not according to Jimin we aren’t”, you mumble and down the rest of the sparkling alcohol in one go. You grimace at the taste.

“Need another glass?” Jungkook suddenly asks with two filled-to-the-brim glasses of champagne.

You take the bigger one and gulp it down in one go. You point at the other glass. Jungkook looks at you, almost offended, moving it closer to his chest protectively.

“Give me that damn glass I need it more than you”, you growl.

“Why? I want to get wasted too. I waited ten minutes at the bar to get that”, he whines still not giving up the glass despite your hands pulling at it with all of your might.

“She and Jimin have some weird couple fight tonight, just hand her the champagne Jungkook. I will get you another one”, Seokjin explains, earning the most venomous look ever from you.

“We aren’t a couple for christ’s sake, stop calling us like that if we aren’t!” you have your voice raised.

The glass of champagne is already forgotten.

Seokjin and Jungkook exchange a quick look, both of them clearly taken aback by your sudden angry outburst.

“No need to snap at me like that”, Seokjin mumbles with furrowed brows.

“If you stop calling us a couple and giving me some sense of false hope I will.”

“Sense of false hope?” Jungkook asks.

“You wouldn’t understand”, you murmur almost too quiet to be understood in the loud music.

You try to escape from them, turning your back to them to disappear into the crowd of people, but they don’t let you, catching up with you when you are mere feet away from Jimin and the girl.

“Don’t run away from us ___. You need to tell us what is going one between you and Jimin!” Seokjin yells over the loud music.

You cringe, directly making eye contact with Jimin when Seokjin says the last part. Jimin had heard you, now staring at you and the others with big eyes. He looks baffled.

“No I don’t. There is nothing to talk about anyways”, you say loudly to make sure Jimin is able to hear ever single word of what you were saying.

He swallows, his jaw clenches in anger. For a moment the two of you are staring each other down, too angry at the other to make a move.

“Oh, awkwaaaard”, Seokjin whispers into Jungkook’s ear. The latter agrees with a nod of his head and gulps down his champagne in two goes.

“I’m going, this party is stupid”, you tell them and then you are gone from their side, walking to the exit without once breaking eye contact with Jimin.

He doesn’t even have a reason to stare so angrily at you, you aren’t the one basically hitting up everything that moves. No you were waiting for him the whole night, drinking just enough alcohol to keep your mind clean for anything Jimin wants to do to you but still enough to be giddy. And what did he do? Getting wasted in the first hour of that stupid new year’s party and then talking with every goddamn girl in the room. Every girl but you. And there you were actually thinking that your countless make-out sessions and late night cuddle dates during tour meant something.

The streets are busy with drunk people celebrating the end of the decade. The whole city is happy, colourful, filled with life and laughter. How else shall people start the “Roaring 20s 2.0” other than celebrating it until the sun greets a new day? Normally you would be one of them, greeting the new decade with open arms, but not anymore. You are miserable, wandering through a foreign city far from home, shivering from the cold and bleeding internally from having your heart broken.

“Just five more minutes until the new decade starts!” a man somewhere on the other side of the street screams. A roar of applause and cheer follows.

The air is vibrating around from the excitement of the other people. People are making-out already, pressing their bodies together and hugging each other close. You gag. Disgusting.

You just want to be at home, bundled up in three thick blankets and crying your sorrows away. Why do you have to develop feelings for Jimin? “Friends-with-benefits and nothing more”, that’s what he told you when the two of you started making-out a year ago. But of course your stupid heart has to fall for his lovable ass.

Someone grasps your wrists rather roughly all of a sudden, making you stumble backwards. Great and now some crazy fan has found you and is going to force themselves on you, you think as you get turned around on your heels. However there is no salivating, crazy stalker waiting for you, but rather your band mates looking at you with worry in their eyes.

Jimin’s eyes are filled with regret, his lips are pouting, his grip around your wrist loosens.

“Why did you run away like that? We need to start the new decade together”, he asks, cupping your cheek like he always does when he is worried for you.

“Oh, so now I’m good enough for you? When you have flirted yourself through every girl in that club, you come crawling back to me?”

The others take a step back, wanting to give the two of you your privacy.

“What? No it’s not like that”, Jimin defends himself.

“Really? What else is it then? Did none of the girls want to fuck you?”

“No princess, of course not.”

The nickname makes your skin crawl and your stomach sick. You wiggle out of his touch, slapping his hands away from your face.

“Don’t call me princess. It gives me some sort of false hope that there could be more between us then just sex when there is none.”

“Princess, baby, please listen to me”, Jimin begs, taking your hands into his once more. He is so soft and gentle with you right now, it nearly makes you want to forgive him already. You shouldn’t be so weak for a man, what happened to that strong confident woman you were?

“No I don’t want to anymore. I don’t want to start the new decade by hoping for some happy ending with you. Just go back to your girls and leave me alone”, you spit.

You free yourself of his grasp, turning your back to him and walk away. He doesn’t need to see you start crying over him like a little girl.

“But I don’t want to start the new decade with some random girl, I want to start it with you, the woman I’m madly in love with”, he yells.

You stop abruptly. This can’t be happening.

“I love you ___. I love you so goddamn much that I thought making you jealous by talking to other girls tonight would make you realise you love me just as much!”

His hands touch your shoulders, eliciting goosebumps where he touches you. You twist around.

“I wasn’t even able to imagine that maybe you were already feeling the same thing anyways. I’m so sorry”, his voice is laced with regret. His eyes glisten from tears, his lips tremble.

“Please let me start this new decade as your boyfriend”, he begs.

People around you cheer, cars honk and loud music rings through the street.

“Five! Four! Three!”

Two more seconds left in this decade. The people around you are screaming in excitement.

But you only have eyes for Jimin, feeling like time has stopped right this moment. Nothing was important anymore, nothing except the man in front of you.

“Two!”

Everyone is holding their breath.

“One! Happy New Year!”

You kiss him just as the clock hits midnight and the fireworks go off on the clear sky above your heads.

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cozycryptidcorner · 5 years

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Kinktober tho(ugh)ts: Demon/incubus boy and spanking, praise, body worship?

I’m exhausted, it’s past midnight, and I’m a little bit tipsy on the birthday wine so please just accept this as it is

tags: incubus, bdsm, pegging, ropes, praise, etc.

He’s tied up like a present, red rope threading through his iris colored limbs as dark and inviting as blood. His wrists are trapped against the headboard, and he writhes, briefly, his chest shaking with his gasping breath even though you haven’t tried anything yet. He’s angry, you can tell even through the blindfold that he’s scowling, but he refuses to allow the safeword to escape his mouth from either from perverse curiosity or pure stubbornness. It’s… cute, you decide, running your fingers down your lacy lingerie just to feel the texture against your skin, before crawling up onto the bed and settling down over his waist.

“Are you ready for me?” You ask, making sure to rub up against his naked waist, eyeing the way his jaw sets to keep from mewling out. When he doesn’t answer, you pinch a bit of skin at the collar bone, though with not nearly enough force to hurt a being such as him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he grinds out as if he can’t even believe what he’s saying.

“You can leave if you want,” you say, opening the proverbial door a little wider in case he has any second thoughts about the tables turning so wildly.

“No.”

“Alright, then you need to listen when I speak to you,” your hand reaches out, gently grasping at his throat, though you don’t squeeze too hard yet. “Instead of giving me this attitude.”

When he doesn’t answer, you apply pressure to your grip around his throat, leaning over to give his chin a quick kiss. “You answer me when I talk to you, babe, or else you get punished.”

“Ye-yes ma’am,” he murmurs, his arms pulling at the restraints in an exercise in futility.

“That’s so much better,” you whisper, biting at the soft lavender flesh of his ear, “that wasn’t so bad, was it? Would you like a reward?”

You have to apply pressure to his neck again for him to answer, a soft, modest, “yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please.”

“That’s so much better,” you praise, offer the grinding of your hips. “But I don’t think that you’ve earned anything yet, we’ve just begun, after all. Why don’t you convince me that you deserve it?” You can see movement in his throat, a strangled scream that dies before he sounds it.

After a minute of strangled silence, he mutters, “please.”

“That’s not very persuasive,” you murmur, leaning down to his chest and pressing your mouth against one of his pecs.

“I’ve been… I’ve been good.”

“You’ve been sassy,” you say, giving one of his legs a light smack. “I don’t think I should reward a sassy submissive.”

“Please,” he swallows thickly, “I promise that I… that I will be good for you.” It’s like he’s raising a white flag. You knew he would be a good submissive once he gave in to the temptation of your alluring promises, and the soft whispering and gentle nudging finally paid off, because he’s done with the facade of being a supreme being. He wants to be worshipped, oh, yes, but not the way he thought.

His dick is something to admire, that’s for sure. It’s thick and long, the epitome of what someone would what inside them, with ridges along the underlength that feels absolutely delightful when ridden. The tip is a weeping navy blue color, pulsing with arousal and need as you run your hand over the entire shaft, just to torture him. His lips pull back as he growls, his fangs glistening in the soft candlelight.

The strap-on is even more lengthy and thick than he; it’s why you chose it. False veins thread around the girth like a spider’s web, the black color complementing the blood-red lace that adorns your body like a continuous, intricate tattoo. As you slide down the bed, he parts his legs in a wordless invitation, his wrists turning white as he tries to wriggle out of the restraints. The lube is flavored with something that you might find bearable, and it’s cool against your fingers as you begin to massage the cleft of his ass.

Preparing him is easy, especially since he wants it. Your fingers gently push past the rim of his hole, working on stretching him open for the strap-on. He doesn’t want to make any noises still, you can see the struggle in his body as he tries to stifle any cries building in his lungs. Your goal may not be reached today, because you think he needs some more time to be comfortable before he starts sobbing out your name. Still, you’re not above trying for the impossible; it is, after all, how you got him here, tied up nice and pretty for you. His breath intakes sharply, and that’s almost just about good enough as a real moan for you.

“Do you feel ready?” You ask, not wanting to be the judge of something that might hurt him, and at the same time giving him one last out if he really doesn’t want to do it.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Still forgetting his manners, you see, teasing the puckered skin of his ass.

“Yes, please.”

That’s probably as good as he’s going to give, for now, so you offer him his promised reward. You try going in slow, combating the temptation to just fucking rail him into the mattress, letting out a puff of breath at the restraint. His shoulders twist, a throaty gasp escaping his mouth from his chest, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think this is the first time he’s ever gotten dicked by anything, artificial or other. At his reaction, you try to only go halfway, leaving it in for just a minute to allow his body to grow used to the size, then pulling out.

“How’s that?”

“More, uhm, please.”

“Good boy.” He can’t see you smile through the blindfold, but you lean down to press a soft kiss against his thigh to show your approval, his body shuddering at your touch. You pop back up, bracing your hands on the mattress, push the strap-on in all the way to the base. And then you thrust. His entire body jerks, the groaning of your headboard hinting at how much force he’s using to struggle against his bindings.

You use a good, steady rhythm, his choking breaths barely any louder than a whisper. The sound of skin against skin brings a fresh rush of arousal through your body, your own breathing coming out in soft huffs from exertion. “Tell me,” you say, not enjoying the silence, “how you feel.”

“Nice,” he hisses.

“Not good enough,” you say, slowing your pace down significantly.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re doing so well.” It’s like a total switch, his body twisting as if he could barely keep from ripping the ropes away from his body.

Your mouth salivates at his voice, shivers running down your spine, sparks fizzling through your nerves. “Do you want to cum?”

“Yes, please, please let me cum.”

You think about it, offering some more thrusts in the meantime. “I suppose I may show some mercy since this is your first night as a submissive. But don’t expect this much leeway again.”

His tail threads around one of your legs, the poor thing twitching with the craving for touch. “Thank you.”

It only takes a few more moments for him to cum, the head of his cock flooding over. You slow down, eventually pulling out and working the various straps around your waist free. It takes a moment of finagling, but you finally manage to free yourself, tossing the thing in a basket for later cleanup. Then you begin working on the knots around his wrists, the skin turning blue from his desperate struggles. His fingers reach up, pulling the blindfold from his eyes as you go about unwrapping the rest of the ropes from around his body. Once he is free, he cocks his head to the side and gives you an overly smug smile.

“Your turn,” he says, placing the blindfold over your eyes.

#incubus #kinktober #exophilia #fem reader

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kaetastic · 4 years

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RUNAWAY WITH ME

pairing: Baker!Steve Rogers X Princess!Reader

summary: Y/N had finally reached the age she was to be suited to be married off to a prince who lives up to her father’s expectations. Except, her eyes were on Steve, the recently added member of the bakery. It doesn’t work out the way she wanted it to be...

word count: 10.1k

warnings: fluff start, hints of angst, a hurl and tsunami of angst

note: This has been in my drafts from 29th September!! Good lord! I’ve let it out to breathe, and yes- I haven’t been uploading 🥺😫😭 life is so hectic with all these piling works and exams coming up. Please don’t mind the Victoria Era X Middle Age and the inaccurate history behaviours. I’m sorry if the story feels rushed!! Happy new year! Have a nice day! Take care!! 💕 sorry for the long wait!

“And I was never sure whether you were the lighthouse or the storm.”

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, it pressed the softened baby-like flesh. The layers of creams heavily smeared by her maids had created it a soft padding, forming a thick layer. The taste of honey seeped into the crevices of her porcelain white that were monitored very closely by nannies as if she was a mere child. Running from one side to the other, just like a bustling market on the free days, the hurried and frantic air suffocated every worker- everybody in fact. Like a piercing caw of an eagle, the screech rung through her ears. The fabric worn by the servants sliced into the heavily thick air, it swishes before clashing of tools echoed throughout the almost no free-spaced left corridor; the scent of freshly cooked scrumptious and definitely worth salivating for meals peeled through the air. Although she was surrounded by so many eyes and figures of bodies that would be able to fetch a good fortune of gold for snitching as a witness, the possibility to succeed an escape from the crowded area was a hairbreadth short. While crying in agonizing pain, her dress crinkled under her mighty grip. God save the souls who dare to oppose her. Ruffles of her dress bundled in her fingers, and although her fingernails were maintained, it had somehow got caught in the sharp corners of each edge. The frilly material tickled her fingers, the sheer layers protecting the extravagant silk.

As if someone stared down onto her with pity or sympathy, a boisterous bang echoed from the room with clouds of steam puffing out of the kitchen. A twinkle glinted in her eyes when all the occupying figures of the hallway entered the crowded room. She took the chance, pacing away with only one goal in her mind. Raising the hem of her dress to hover over the dusty floors, the rush of excitement flushed her cheeks. The overlapping voices allowed her to speed off with no worry of the noises she could emit. Wearing a gleeful smile, the grin she tried to wipe off remained with determination. Nothing ached in her chest, the familiar hole of emptiness now light and as if wrapped in tight fabric- all the contents packed protectively. She felt like a bird. The recent sitting with her father had been the reason for her uncontrollable twitching fingers and short tolerance for annoyance. Anything would be better than to be in her father’s presence. She will not allow her father’s irritating tenacity ruin the addicting happiness.

“I said cream! Not milk!” The exhausted worker huffed, his fingers engulfed deep in the dough. His hunched shoulders ached, neck creaking like an ancient door. If another batch of requested items were given to him, he would’ve surely passed out. The blink of sleep he got last night was a blessing in such a long time. Even if an assistant was assigned to him- Leopold was practically useless. Although their task to do as their guider say, which was easy enough, Leopold was like a giraffe offspring who had recently breathed in the air. Despite the roaring anger, Steve had to remind himself every now and then that he should not express the rage towards the apprentice for he was new to the castle. It came to him with no surprise that the young boy got lost for a whole while.

His shoulders turned to face hers. The frustration he held for the apprentice had flipped to shock, which diminished into the air as a pair of gentle lips moulded into his. While she stood comfortably with her eyes closed tight and her arms wrapped around his neck, his icy blue orbs stared into her shut eyelids before curtaining to a close.

With an awkward stance, his fingers were decorated with strings of haphazardly thrown pieces of dough and flour powder ran from the tip of his fingers to his exposed elbow, hovered over the tight corset that suffocated her breathing- which she practically grew out of. The rolled-back sleeves bulged to form a miniature hill to rest on his arms, displaying his veiny skin. Smiling through the comfort of seeing him, she pulled back, chest smooshed on his. Oh, every time she would be with him, it was bliss. Eternal bliss she wished for and hoped forever since a child. Though she knew the happiness was maintained in secret and their love was not for display, every moment of terrifying imagination, the scenarios that are likely to happen (her greatest fear that had built up, standing tall above her) crept its’ way to manifest her thoughts. How scandalous it would sound. Familiar laughter and slicing whispers played in her exhausted soul. If it had ever reached her parents, the only thing she expected to see would be their disappointed smile as their eyes gloss over their failure of a daughter; that was not capable of even matching or level with other princesses who had carried their family name, done with their duty then thrown away. Like rag dolls.

Craning her head up to face the Adonis who she had admired ever since he had pulled up from his bowing position, her fingers trickled down the sides of his face. She still remembered when her eyes had landed on him, he was like no one else. Although the first thing she noticed about him was his youth which wasn’t that prominent in the castle. He was merely a servant and a baker for the castle but he had her eyes lingered on him- not because of his visage but him entirely. She recalled the day she had stuck to walls, spying on him. A difficult task that would perplex people to their core, a large clump for anyone to even gulp down; their expectations possibly (most likely to be) lowered or just deteriorated, not a surprise if they were eradicated completely despite her being a royal. When she had noticed him stealing the batch of fresh bread which were meant for the guests that rested in the castle for a while, her low expectations of him had diffused into a grin. He had brought it for the kids who had been smothered with emissions of coals and as if a beast with daggers as teeth had torn their pants, their knees had bruised open for the whole village to see. No child deserves to meet such fate.

Her thumbs rubbed the cumulus clouds flour that was swatched on his cheeks. A cheerful giggle laced with silk erupted out of her lips, “Hello good-looking sir.” Steve’s lips curled up even though he was filled with built-up anger minutes ago, a rosy blush pierced his cheeks at her sudden and clearly unexpected (but not shocking) compliment.

“Good morning, my princess,” The corners of her lips twirled down like the crescent of the moon, Steve was quick to realize his careless mistake which could lead him to the separation of his head from his body. His shoulders jerked back in an attempt to pull away, to bow and to salute towards the royal family member that stood before him. But her arms did not waver, it stayed in-tact as her eyes twinkled with disbelief. “Have you had your meal yet, my princess?”

The speed of his words flashed by due to the desperation of fixing his splotch of mistake. Her lips quivered down into a frown, not satisfied with the name he called her, “I’ve told you many times, there is no need to address me by such means,” Steve’s mouth gaped open to argue against her words, well, to correct and remind her of his position that was below hers, ‘But you’re a princess, my lady’ Her finger was quick to flick up, silencing him as she knew the disagreement from his side which was the only excuse he ever thought of and used. “No-huh, you’ve made a mistake and you shall face its consequences,”

The man’s face blanched. His lips quivered, eyes widened. The minuscule trembling of his muscles caught her attention. Regret filled her, the choice of words she had chosen was clearly not suitable for the time and situation, “Do you not recall? If you addressed me ‘princess’, you will have to take me to the lake. We made a promise.”

Almost entirely, his chest exhaled relief. The decrease in mass of weight in his chest has now caused the chains wrapped around him to loosen its grip. A breathy sigh fell off his lips at the words. However, some parts of his body went against to accept what she had said, it held a cage around his throat, encasing the tensed muscles that pleaded desperately, “We did?” Although the word of formality and great respect nearly fell off his lips, somehow- he had managed to swallow it back down as it glared into his vision.

She hummed, the vibration muffled by her throat as she shut her eyes tight, the thought of her father knocked on her head. But she was too exhausted from being irritated to even open the door, “You know..,” Pulling back with one arm wrapped around his neck while the other rested on his chest, she glanced at his outfit. Although it was plain in colour and made by someone who knew none of dressing, it was simple. Somehow, Steve had succeeded in making the outfit for elders look extravagant on him. The white top wrapped around his muscular body, if he had contracted one muscle- it would be for display. With an oat-coloured apron overlapping it, the ties around his neck and waist had slippery knot as they tried their best to hold onto one another, “How about we fulfil said-promise now?”

Steve’s lips dried, cracking like dunes of sand. All the moisture in his mouth and throat evaporated into the now unbreathable air. Even though it might’ve been the eighth time he had met up with the princess, he couldn’t help but feel the force nudging him to the edge. There was more than mixed feelings when he talks with the princess, and all of it walked side-by-side with questionable thoughts. Oh, how he would’ve fainted in the past to think he would be one to set the same pace with a royal member when he should’ve distanced at least a goat’s yard worth away from her or slow down so she could be at the front. Every time he breathed the same air as her (still somewhat a miracle to him), landed his blue eyes on hers’, pressed his skin onto hers and to cherish the time he had with her- an overwhelming emotion of second thoughts and the uncontrollable doubts about the situation he was in clawed his throat with monster-like cuts.

“I have to bake my pastries.” He stuttered before the quirk of his lips played a soft smile, he begged that she would be convinced to let go- even though, a part of him wanted the moment to linger longer, not wanting the it to ever end.

A genuine laugh like soft melody echoed in the room, her head thrown back at his lame excuse, “The pastries can wait. Although… a lemon tart does sound scrumptious right now…” Though his eyes glinted of hope to scurry away, the drumming of his heart could not find itself to rest. It was sure he would be a red mess as soon as she leaves- only if he knew that she saw the red creeping like vines onto his ears. The blush of rose on his neck peeking to greet her.

With a creak just like the crackling of fire from the humungous oven, the door was pushed to an open. The confused, blank expressions resounded a difficult reason for Steve to breathe. Silence bounced off the walls of the hallway, all the maids must have been busy elsewhere.

The apprentice who held a weight full wooden barrel of milk froze. The first thing he saw was the twinkle of gems that embedded her dress that for sure costed a fortune. A fortune he could never be able to imagine. Was she real? There was a quick conclusion in his head that the only possibility for the mysterious figure would have to be of royalty and someone who held a great number of coins in their hands. Questions buzzed over his head, rapid blinking eyes- he hoped the medicine he had consumed in the morning did not cause him to see things. Was the princess really there? Of course, he had seen her wandering around and about the walls of the castle, however, it was rare for her to not be trailed around by a guard, his sharp and narrow eyes trained on her with their stance ready to jump on anyone that was able to harm her. If it was true, if she really was there, why were her arms around Steve? As if dug to the ground, his foot froze in place.

The only sound that echoed through the frozen-in-time room was the hissing of an angry container of water in the corner and the peaceful chirping of the birds outside of the gaped open window, very much contrary to each other. The two sets of eyes that rested upon the boy who had a slight quiver, the prickling fears that he will meet his death quite sooner than he thinks. Steve’s eyes shut tight in annoyance. Taking that as a sign to enter, Samson huffed under his breath, his sore arms cried out in aching before letting out a short celebration as soon as he dropped the barrel onto the floor. As the door met the frame, it let out a boisterous bang. Wincing at the minor splash of the pearly liquid, he made way to calm the steaming copper cauldron. Despite the toned-down noise of the water boiling, Steve sent darts of glares towards the wooden barrel.

“Are you deaf, Samson?” The words fell off his tongue like a sharp whip, the younger boy’s head curled down as his eyes were coated by embarrassment. Not only over the fact that this was his fourth time being scolded at such an early time in one day, but the presence of the princess had multiplied the humiliation by a tenfold. “How could we use milk for the recipe? It wouldn’t work!” Red fumes tugged his ears and cheeks, anger and frustration exploded like fireworks in his chest. If it wasn’t for the soft hands that caressed him, he would not know how the horrible the outcome would’ve been.

“Steve.” Samson’s head twitched up at the soft and lustrous voice who suspected, very much to obviousness, that it was the only royal in the room. Her tales have been uttered, although he has tried to lay a peek on her- the stories have done her no justice. All the words said by the people did not know what it felt like to breathe in the same room as the princess. It almost felt like a miracle. Taking in all of her presence and her beauty, he stood at awe. “No matter, I’ll note the maids to retrieve it,” Snapping her head to the blond-haired male, she stood on her toes, brushing her lips over his ears with the gentlest touch. Steve pursed his lips into a thin line. “Sunset. I’ll be waiting under the tree.”

There was no need to inquire her which tree she had set the meeting at, for that was where their rendezvous was often set at. The warmth of her body had stranded him cold. Sending a delicate smile towards the apprentice, the whisper of the brief string of words painted a cheerful expression, Samson nodded hastily, clearly delighted. Which made Steve more curious. His eyes bounced from her to his apprentice, he needed context.

Before she left, her eyes glinted with content.

Steve’s joints creaked like the well’s rusty lever near his perimeter. Falling onto his scrapped knees, who had quirked an eyebrow with astonishment at his attempt to stay awake, he let out a silent groan as he met the cooling stone floor. Body begging and pleading for warmth, the contact between his body and the warm cloth played tricks as if a hairy blanket had been draped over his shoulders, heating his shivering figure.

Although not a streak indication of morning daylight was seen, the awakening rays of yellows and orange were fast asleep- their accompany, consisting of the glowing moon and joy-filled stars burst into a shimmering twinkle party as they dance. The weight that rested on his lashes pulled like a curtain to a shut despite his creditable effort to stay wide awake. His lips rested on her saggy knuckles. The spark of her abnormal warm skin reminded him of the hottest of the summer days when energy evaporated into the air.

Even though his lids made frequent contact to shut tight, his mind was on high alert just like those boisterous noises at a bustling market. He didn’t deserve any of it. If his mother fell sick, he does not have the privilege to lay back, ears rung with her pitiful whooping coughs. That was how it was ever since he was a little boy. Whenever he fell ill, an unfortunate curse set by the gods for his stick-like figure (thanks to his mother for shoving down a tenfold bucket full of food down his throat) and the ability to fall into exhaustion effortlessly, his mother would always be there, the only one who watched. The father figure for him existed none, he knew not a detail of him since it was rare for the topic to be brought up even though there were times he wished his questions were satisfied with even the slightest of answers. Not his visage, not his voice and not his clothing remained in Steve’s memory or the house. Steve concluded that there was not even a single string that wrapped around the two who shared blood.

Bringing his eyes to look upon the effects of the terrible sickness, corners of his lips withered down. The promises and words uttered by her now felt like an empty jar of hope, a false reassurance. As if her lips were smeared with more than a swipe of flour, the snow-covered mountains meandered with cracks that erupted a layer of now dried red. Glossing her faded face was the dancing of the fire hung upon the stone walls. Its red light glazed her powder-white hair. The heat shrieked every so often whenever the wind whispered towards the deaf inanimate object. Even though he had made her drink plenty of water, her body still limped with pale contour. There was something that he wasn’t giving right and it was prominent. Shivers ran down in tingles, her chestnut eyes blinked towards the swerving lit sconce used to light the shadowed house.

Steve scooted closer towards the bed, leg accidentally slamming onto the hard wooden slab that hovered few centimetres over the ground. The thin layer of horse skin that draped over her itched his skin, piercing through his pants that had somehow transformed from wheat-beige to smouldered black. He pursed his lips at the minor inconvenience that did not want to be eradicated despite his efforts of squirming out of the discomfort. Thoughts bounced off his messy vessel, there was no more space to think calmly.

Gripping her hand which was clamming with sweat even though the night seemed to be chilly and full of frost, her hand smaller in size compared to him, he needed to know that she was there with him. It was his only rope to reality. Prodding his head into her spectrum of view when it seemed she did not notice his presence, he sighed as a red blush smeared onto her nose.

“Ma, are you in need of nourishment? Water? I’ve snagged a few pastries that I have baked up today,” He needed to do something, he has to- or his body would find it as an excuse to sleep it off, hence why he was ready to do as she commands with no hesitation or thought. Except, she didn’t utter a word. The light in her soul quivered, dim, as darkness flickered.

“I told you we should’ve paid the healer a visit.” His shoulders drooped down with a sigh. Very much to his disappointment, he knew she would’ve rejected his suggestion even if he had stretched it out for days. He regretted not taking responsibility into his own hands. There were so many options he could’ve chosen and there could’ve been a possibility for her to return back to her healthy shape once again. But no, he had to agree with her stubbornness.

The straining of her raspy answer (most likely to scold at him for bringing up the horrible idea) snapped a reflex in him to grab the handle of the water jug, somehow, despite her low energy and lack of hydration- her hands were agile to stop him from doing so, “No… I, I can feel it, Stevie.” His eyebrows furrowed like waves of the sea. Confusion struck him.

“Feel what, Ma?” The weight pressed onto his knees, the pressure of the stone floor punctured into his skin. Although his knees screamed in agonizing pain, he paid no attention for his eyes rested on her now almost-soulless ones. The mirrors that would reflect his smile now hazy with unbreathable fog he would not be able to pass through. The wrinkles creased on her cheeks formed bumps of dunes and petit hills gone. It was nothing but a vast area.

“The end.”

Caressing her leg was the prickly grass, Y/N’s fingers curled tightly around her frizzy dress, the sweat that poured out of her pores glistened the thin layer of the complex white sheet. Poking her head in all directions, she bit her bottom lips in slight distraught. Where was he? He must have faltered back a bit. An exhausted sigh left her lips, the back of her head ached as the harsh marbling of the tree bark pierced into her skin. With her head in her palms, she groaned in frustration at the prominent tears in her dress. Darn it. It was a freshly seamed one too.

Despite the fading colours in the now-night sky, her focus was not spent on the change in time. She desperately hoped no one was sent to find her. But of course, in the corner of her thoughts- there laid the knowing that her father was the one to surely send a servant to fetch her. The only way she could see was due to the light source that glossed over the grass patch over the small hill that seeped through the hairbreadth spaces of tree leaves were the moon rays, which glazed her skin and the warm yellows from distant houses. While distracted playing with her shadows, moving her hands in the forms of animals, a figure appeared to rest their eyes on the needed princess to complete their quest.

“My princess! Oh! I have finally found you!” Panting, the woman who held a magnificent bosom yelled out, quite too loud as villagers who inhabited the houses in the nearby perimeter popped their heads out of orifices of their house, towards the girl who sat with fading hopes.

As she snapped to a sitting position, staring at her maid with widened eyes, she prayed Steve had not made an appearance for it would’ve created a painful problem that would be perplexing to solve. Although a part of her craved him to claim his love for her- and then maybe, they could run away, she saw the sparkling glitters in his eyes that didn’t want to let go of the memories that he had made and obviously, his mother who he loved dearly.

There was no sign of him. Fingers digging the sandy soil, small bits and irritating chunk made home in the crevice of her fingernails; the blossoming hair-like grass poked her, taunting every time she twitched to find a more comfortable seating. Frantic emotions raised in her, “Sybil!” With widely open arms, she waited for the woman to climb the hill, who breathed heavily, taking in quick inhales and exhales, most likely exhausted.

Sybil raised her hand, flapping like a bird stuck in muddy water as a surrender to the energy-absorbing activity. The princess stood patiently with her hands behind her back. Finally, the maid had reached her designated place, her hands rested on her knees- still panting heavily as if she had never breathed.

“What are you doing out so late my princess? The castle has gone frantic! It’s a mess! We’ve all been so worried about you! Oh, thank the lord Caspian’s prediction he called ‘theory’, of you was not true. A crazy bloke he is,” Rolling her eyes at the recent unexpected meeting with the king, the vomit worth words spewed by Caspian echoed in her head. God knows where he got his slight gruesome ideas sent shivers down her spine, hopefully, it was somewhere far away from her. The strenuous exercise caused her muscles to groan. The only activity in the castle that called for such pulling of her tissues would be the making of butter for the royals, which nowadays is rare as she has been newly assigned to keep her eyes onto the heights of the grass of the garden; that is until they need her professionalism in the kitchen. “Come along, his Majesty will not be pleased to hear that you’ve spent all this time under the moon.”

In the corner of her eyes, she had seen the streak like the yellow sunset. The burning flame that hovered over the stick formed an orb of light, reflecting his face. Although relief filled her chest to see him before she disappeared into the cage called home, she noted the rough clothing he wore. Then, she was home.

Screeching like a bird who had set its eyes onto the meal for the day, the silver cutlery traced itself against the twinkling pewter plate. With closed doors, passerby paid no attention as they remained unbothered. The caged tension that sparked between the figures who sat on the dining table formed a twitching silence that’s been waiting to be cut in half.

Sawing the chicken into proper consumable pieces, she plastered a notice onto her head as a reminder to sit with her back straight up and to make sure it was her food that approached her mouth, not the other way around. It was not so lady of her. Eyes glancing at the circular bread that sat in the middle of the table, she bit her bottom lips in contemplation if she should place it on her platter. Almost like a languid creature, she grabbed a slice of the bread when it seemed like her parents were too focused on their thoughts. Munching on the seasoned meals while playing the memory of the embarrassing time where she chewed loudly with an opened mouth formed a stressed string in her head. It was when the Odinson’s family paid to visit. However, she was just merely a child of 9 years. Surely no blame could be placed on that, right? Sighing in her head, she knew that the memory would haunt her to another sleepless night of squirming in an attempt to block it away.

The remembrance of their eyes snapping to her as if she committed a crime that was worth an execution sent shudders every single time she would look back at the horrible memory, not that she wanted to, an accident remembrance. There was an intense despise against the memory that lingered longer than she wanted it to be.

Ever since she had been visiting Steve, she had been very aware and conscious of her surroundings. It was as if her ears had awakened to be on high alert, guarding the world and sounds around her. Therefore, any crack or shingle of her father’s heavy armour, troubled sighs of her mother and the difference in everybody’s breathing or footsteps had been embedded into her head. It amused her how hard she focused on the smallest and subtle aspects that no one would pick up, the overlooked things.

There was no doubt that if her father had caught up with the unusual and… little to no help hobby of hers- the lecture would have taken the whole day. Poking her eyes to peek at her father, who flicked his fingers as a gesture towards the guards to leave the room, there was no usage of words as they seemed to comprehend him. The noble King’s eyes faltered to a shut at the ear-pinching noise of metal dragging onto the ground and the armours that clashed with the floor like the clatter of plates. Not so stealthy and sly anymore. The whooping of the door shut was followed by his heavy weighted sigh.

“There is no point in addressing your late coming to the castle. It is no use to me to inquire you of your adventures outside of these walls, rather than perfecting your sewing,” There was an almost enlightenment of relief, the stone that wrapped around her heart cracked with joy. Letting out a silent sigh in content that she didn’t know she held, she watched as her father languidly placed the luxury utensils onto its’ proper and correct positions beside the plate. However, she wished the feeling of relief was the conclusion to the emotions, it wasn’t. The clench and churning of her stomach were like whispers, feeding onto the idea of horrible possibilities that were very much possible as long as her father remained in his solid position of nobility. If this was like any other normal day, he would have gone on and on with his mouth babbling and spewing as if his hair paled whiter with every word he uttered. “However… this behaviour must be altered if you were to wed.”

As if her ears had finally found something interesting to actually listen to, her hands froze mid-air, hovering over her food that she was about to pierce into. Disbelief painted her face.

“Father?” Gulping down the mass that blocked her throat, she pulled to rest her back on the chair. Not wanting to comprehend his words, she wished it was like a blur. A part of her thought she was overthinking the situation, just like with any obstacles she had faced- having no predictions with her father who she has learned growing up to be very random and most of the time, spontaneous. Although she aged as a part of the royalty, she had heard the consequences faced when the children had gone against their father, who sadly, was also the King. So she knew it wasn’t a wise decision to go argue his proposition, not including the morning’s argument. Despite her wanting to listen to him with a muffled ear, God knows what problems she will have to face if she didn’t list the words.

The grip she clenched onto the narrow silver knife tightened, the lubricant produced by her palm had formed a slick lining of moisture, the pointy object nearly flapping off her hand like a fish who jumped out of its comfort zone and onto land. A sigh breezed out of his tainted lips. The rare sound she barely heard was one of those she scripted in a list amongst the ones she did not like. Although the background of her family prominently impacted the royalty of the kingdom, she paid respect to her father who had managed to keep it stable and monitor such power in his hands that compared to other royals, who’ve lost their minds as soon as that immense energy is placed in their palms. The only time she could recall hearing the sound emitted by him was when she was a child, up late at night (the reason being her dark room), peeking through the door’s crevice of her father’s office. Where he would sigh once, massaging his temples in distress before continuing back to proceed his papers.

“Never would I imply something onto you that you do not consent… but this is for the good of the kingdom,” The tension between the electrifying shocks from the two increasingly intense glares quivered as she vibrated over the string. “It’s finally time for you to tie the knot so peace can be set between lands.”

In the corner of her eyes, she noticed her mother who held her head down, quiet throughout the whole dinner. Even though she did not converse with anyone, Y/N could read the words embedded in her head. Her mother was a strong woman but if you had visited her to sit down and converse, it would most likely be her boasting of the gold that laced in her hair. The last time her mother had done her hair was a long time ago, the memory faded into something she could barely piece together. Her hair was pinned up tall, strands of locks torn down to cover her visage, hands still working through the thick meat.

“Father, I thought we have settled this in the morning? I’ve said what I’ve said and I stand by it,” Distraught cowered her lungs, the hope she held onto now dimmed into the shadows. The war in her head narrowed the possibilities. Even if she was to go against, there was no point. Her father was the king after all. If she knew her father, he was a very patient man who would and could not be wavered even if large amounts of intense and chaos had bestowed upon him. Even though they have discussed the same problem in the early sunrise, the two sides remain to not find a conclusive flat mutuality and understanding. She nearly brought up the one name she prohibited herself to utter in front of her parents and she had somehow succeeded, containing herself not to. “There has to be another way.”

She knew there was no other way. All she hoped for was her father to tarry so the time between her and Steve could linger longer. The clear message was received. However, not well as she watched him shake his head with a lurking disappointment. The appetite that had been building throughout the long day evaporated despite the small amounts of food she had consumed for breakfast. The knife and fork in her hand met the table with a clash. The Queen’s head snapped up. Without hesitation and her heart drumming like tap dancing of the rain, her chair screeched into ears painfully. Nibbling her lip at the ear-piercing sound, her breathing hitched at the path she had decided to walk on. Descending her knees with a hurried speed, she bowed her heavy head which was overflowed with exhaustion, not bothered to keep her back to remain straight.

Before her father had the chance to order her to sit back onto her seat, she scurried out of the dining room with a chained heart.

The yells behind her faded away as the distance grew largely. With frantic movements, she paid no attention to the mud that settled onto her luxurious dress that costed a fortune to be made by the finest of dressmakers. Tears rained down from the upset clouds. Craning her head up, droplets pricked her skin like that of a twitch of a mistake in sewing classes. Somehow, she had managed to outrun and fade away from the peripheral of the guards who paced behind her and the maids that were too occupied with finishing their tasks. All the sound that seeped out of the crevices of the door were gasps of the maids, clashing of armour and yells echoing from one another.

Despite strands of her hair that laid itself onto her face, branching like roots of a plant, she was unbothered to give a care. Sticking to her skin to form a twirling painting, the incomprehensible image itched her. She felt so bounded. The chains that curled around her body tugged her back, the mark it left behind burned her skin. She was hopeless and useless.

She no longer cared for the expense of the dress that was worth tens of lands, all she needed was to be as far as she could from the perimeter of the castle. Fingers curled around her dress, the splashes and squishing sounds emitted when her feet made contact with the mud waved like a piece of awful music which had no rhythm to her ears. If she poured her heart contents’ out, she knew it would not be enough to stabilize her uncontrollable thoughts and the full container of pouring emotions.

Thanks to her informative lookout of Steve, this was her third time seeing his house. The first when it was the second day of him working as a baker for the royal, the second when he had pointed out to her that there were ducks that had been waddling around his area (she was more than ecstatic to have been invited to watch ducks quacking); unfortunately, he did not know that she had already known of the plot of land his house situated on, his neighbours and the continuous long list of those who had inhabited the homes before.

Faint glowing of light blazed from creeks of window shutters of the houses she paced by. The warm and comforting light patted her back, a reminder that she was not alone. That darkness was not stealing a victory this time and that if there were the presence of a vicious beast who would have popped to scare her, there would be multiple to witness her.

Not all monsters embody bodies. Some might as well be words.

The familiar yellow straws that had been thatched onto the roof of the house flapped at the intensity of the wind. Even though the brick walls were similar to those neighbouring ones, Steve’s house seemed different to her. Maybe it was facing the pond but she believed it was due to the range of colour difference in the roof’s straws.

Although she knew it was rude of her to bang on someone’s door at such a random moment in the night time, quite destructive also, she was manifested with irrational actions that could be the end of her. Rapping the door with her knuckles, her hand hovered over the wood. Teeth chewing her bottom lip, she wondered if she had knocked for too long. Annoying, that’s what I am. What if Steve gets irritated? She had started to have second doubts if this was a mistake. Crackling of fire seeped out of the door’s cracks, the rainfall that represented her imaginary sobbing had finally calmed down. The trickles of rain played a soft melody, splattering to meet contact with the small puddle, its own creation that had transformed into a hindered flood. After a solid minute, the door creaked open to expose a Steve with dishevelled hair that weaved messily. She had almost lost her breath when her eyes landed on him. His eyes snapped wide open once he realized who stood in front of him. In a frantic mess, fear engulfed him, if a beloved royal was seen in front of low status houses at so late at night- not only was it over for him, it was for her too. He whipped the door and Y/N caught a glimpse of a fading body in the bed.

“My princess,” Pulling the door to shut behind him, his eyes darted along the path. Despite it being so late at night, it was normal for the villagers to sleep late as they would have to prepare for the next day. Which applies to his parallel neighbor, Peter, who worked day to night with little to no sleep. The reason light was strong from his house was due to his occupation, Steve remembers when he had seen Peter’s fine crafts. The details speckled on the timbres were fascinating, it must’ve taken weeks. Hence, why he mumbled under his breathe. “Please follow me.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion but nonetheless, scurried behind him. It was not far, but good enough. The shade allowed Steve’s drumming heart to beat at a slow rate. But not adequate to satisfy the comfort to pace away from his fear. Licking his lips, his knees were jumpy in impatience.

“What do you mean?” With her head stuffed in the clouds, all she had been doing was daydream of the moments they could’ve created. She wouldn’t deny but agree over the fact that she was scared to face the harsh reality. Ever since she grew up, the only thing she could remember was the horrid room she would have to sit in for hours. The walls were menacing and haunting. Hands aching as she would have to sew or practice how to silently place cutlery down. The lingering memory when she had eavesdrop her parents mumbling about her marriage was plastered in a solitary room, the door would open for the memory to lead her to sleepless nights. The longer she remained in comforting happiness, the results end up to be rather unexpected.

Steve let out a sigh full of weight and exhaustion, his fingers waved through the locks of his hair. Ruffling his hair, beads of sweat cascaded down. He bit the inside of his cheeks, “Our love is forbidden. This… this tie around us has already been written down as indecent. You’re a princess and I’m a nobody,” The lashing of his tongue left no time for her to speak out her own opinion. “I’m not like you. And you know that.”

“You’re not a nobody, Stevie,” The ache in his heart left a crack open as pumps of air filled it up. “Sure father’s head would be blown into pieces if I ever told him and sure it will bring my family’s name down… but isn’t that what love is?” She inquired with confusion. The last word she uttered held a strong weight to it and she mumbled it with no hesitation. “Sacrifice?” With his head held down low, eyes focused onto the suddenly interesting puddles with baby ripples, his ears could not help but perk up to everything she uttered. “Steve… please.” As if poked with a finger, her throat froze when she stepped forward in hopes of holding him in her arms. He stepped back.

“I just don’t think we should continue this… meeting. I’ve thought about and you probably did too. I know your father is searching for someone with a status worthy for you. Someone who has land, someone who has a title. Who’s like you.” His eyes drooped down, the fire in his chest roared to awaken for it had not sided with his head, gritting for him to follow his heart who had been trapped in an inescapable cage. The air closed on him, first, he could not think, now he couldn’t breathe. There was one thing his mother had taught him, which he believes does not apply to the current situation. When you run away from your problem, you will only leave a trail that leaves a track for it to follow. And so ever since a little boy, he had followed her words without a doubt. But not now. A force had bounded his ankles, it was as if something did not want him to follow his decision.

“Then let’s go away,” Stopping on his heels, the droplets of water slid down his roof to drench his shoulders. “We can leave a-and live somewhere else, somewhere far.” Clenching on her hand, fear erupted as she never thought of losing him like so.

“I can’t. Just like I said, I’m not like you. I don’t have much.” The screeching of owls emitted from the crowd of trees. Oh, she used to adore the feeling of the soft drips. Now it was nothing but emptiness and darkness comforting her, or an attempt to. The thought of a secret ceremony flew over her head.

For so long she had tried to discreetly escape her room and the castle. The doors that she used frequently to walk into the town or the rooms that seemed unused were barricaded or guarded by loaded guards. She could barely count the days, which have turned into weeks. All of them, she got caught and she ran out of excuses. Whether it was sunset or when the moon woke up from his long nap. All for one person. Even though she had tried countless times, never giving up with a fierce determination, she had finally concluded to the silence echoed from her father. It was possible he did not want her roaming as he decided to find the solution to her marriage. She had no idea who he was discussing her availability with, she doesn’t know who she will be sold to.

There was a time she thought of actually escaping. To run away from the walls of her heart. However, Steve was right. Despite her being a royal family, all she had was family even if people would only glance at her way when gold would flourish every time she walked over the ground.

At first, she thought everyone in the castle was cunning and snitches. She was wrong. Somehow, a maid of hers- very close to her years, knew there was something wrong when she was combing the royals’ hair. The numbness. The aching of her muscles. Mary, her name was. Stood up and had inquired her, she had risked it all- her life, the money she worked hard for, for her parents. Even though it was difficult at the start, the rocky tides had soothed to finally land. The barriers that stood between the two crashed, no side expected the other’s action. It was not right and wise for Mary to judge the princess but she did, she thought she was nothing but a spoiled and ungrateful girl. It had applied the same for the royal. Y/N assumed that after the day Steve established his, very well-received, thought, everyone had been viewing her differently. As if she was somebody else.

Her head was clogged with him, every second of every day. Whenever she was doing something that held no ability to remind her of him or memory that was connected to Steve, it made her think of the only person she found comfort in. It was unhealthy. A part of her hoped that he would be doing the same, even though it was selfish and cruel of her to wish the pit of feelings she was going through to be placed upon him, but she had to face reality and forced herself to comprehend that he wanted none of it. Even from the start and she was blind to see. Too caught up in the idea of a world with only him and her. All because she was a princess. All because of class.

Steve had been begging the gods to stop haunting and torturing him with all the memories he was forced to leave behind. The day he snapped the string, he felt like everything was over. He couldn’t believe all those words spat from his own mouth. But… that was what he wanted right? She was a princess. He was a mere servant. The possibility of him to call her his lover was nothing but exuding with impossibility.

Whenever Mary had errands to run such as purchasing from the market, she would sneak away to slip a piece of paper under the baker’s door. And although his fingers had run along each- never had he responded. The bundle had laid like a pile of coal that were contrary to warmth.

Something changed that one day. Frustration soared in his chest when those who lived around him glanced at him, they were sceptical. Suspicious. The buildup created flows of anger and irritation to prickle his skin for days. Even though it had felt longer than it actually was- the last string had screeched. He reminisced the painful ripples in his jaw. As soon as his eyes had rested on a girl who halted in the middle of her pace towards his house, he was very much sure it was Y/N’s messenger. The letter that she had held between her fingers creased as Mary stopped, eyes have gone wide at his unusual appearance.

He was never outside when she had dropped the letters. There was nothing but panic and the desperation to go back that fluttered in her head.

He didn’t mean to. Days he stood in front of the shy fire, head in his hand in an attempt to play the day he would always regret. He didn’t mean to snatch the paper from her frail hands. He didn’t mean to rip it through the middle like a knife cutting the thick air, without thinking about tears that seeped into it. He didn’t mean to watch her fall into the watery mud. As if the gods were outrageous with his pathetic actions, the rain roared with vibrant thunder. The witnesses that had circled around them had scurried into their comfort of a house.

The words he had muttered pinned into his skin, a forever memory that he would have to carry away with a heavy heart. The words that he thought would’ve been the last, “Tell her to stop. I’ve had enough of her childish words and actions,” Grinding his teeth, narrowed eyes as he looked down on her. “She’s making this very difficult when all I asked for was for her to leave. I don’t want to be part of her little chess game. She’s nothing but like all those royals, snobbish and selfish. So run along. I never want to see her face ever again.”

Tears of the sky glossed her skin as fear churned in her stomach, the praises and high words uttered by the princess felt like poisonous lies. He was no kind soul. He wore not the silk-gentle eyes. The figure who stood on top of her wasn’t a man. Vibrant and striking like the flag, his eyes flickered with redness. Her hands gripped the sludge, mud slipping around her fingers as a stress reliever.

When Mary paced towards the castle like a newborn giraffe, the castle had never felt hotter than the summers or when one would linger too close to the oven. Even though it had rained minutes before.

“Mary! Oh dear child, what had happened?” Concerned servants circled around her. They stared at her with pity, nose scrunching at the mess she had left behind that trailed behind her.

“Where is the princess?” The river of dirt ran over her cheeks.

So he stood, caramel shirt smudged with dirt and bits of green plants embedded his pants, it seemed as if he had just run out of a jungle, eyebrows furrowed at the elongated script that was hung on the wall. The wind whistled, almost sighing at his atrocious history. It did not soothe the growing fire.

Although the thought of her had peeked over his thinking, he had managed- beating himself to avoid the lasting ends of her. That was how it was for weeks… turning into months. Torturing his head that had no restrictions. That night he went home, the bed that he would always be able to snooze in felt like prodding bricks. He wanted nothing but to rest- somehow, he had been punished.

It seemed like the eyes that watched over him felt that it was necessary to add more weight to his guilt and grief. It was two months in when his eyes had faded, the soul of his mother had abandoned him to live sole. There were times when he had thought it was selfish of her to leave him because ever since a child, it was always him and his mother. Then, living felt difficult to cope with. For weeks his muscles felt sore, his voice never echoed in the house, the door stood shut for weeks before it creaked open when he realized the food that had languidly been consumed and it was time to pay rent. He had prohibited himself to touch his mother’s bed that rested a couple of steps away from him. His eyes had only glossed over the blanket that created bumps and waves.

Oh, how much he had missed walking under the sunny heat and beside the salty sea with his mother. The last memory he had of such a fond moment was that when he was merely a boy of 6 years. Somedays, he had liked to sit in front of the ajar opened window that invited the cooling air with his head rested on his arms- lips pouting as he cranked his memory box. He had reminisced most of the time he had when he was just a boy with twigs as arms, there was nothing he could do, and he could not even aid his mother in hopes of a better lifestyle.

Thanks to his mother’s care, he was now a man with arms stuffed with fish and rabbits, not forgetting the greens. There was pride that had twinkled in her eyes once he had announced that it was possible for him to work under a lord to support the two of them. There was hope that relit with a burning flame.

Acceptance flew by, but it was not easy. Easy was not the word he would use to describe the conditions he was under, at all. It was more of a strangling experience, a horrible one. Days before the unexpected announcement from the royals, he had been battling in an exhausting war within himself. He was desperate for equilibrium and balance. There were silent days and times when he had left his window a hairbreadth space to breathe in the air from the outside. When he had finally found stabilization, out of nowhere, the raw wound that felt that it was losing attention cried once more. The scandalous ties he had with the princess had prodded his mind when his life was finally riding a calm wave. Despite his attempt to build a robust barrier that he had hoped stood tall, it seemed his barrier was not strong enough. The miniature holes exposed his weakest spots, allowing the thoughts to engulf him.

The following days, his hearts weighed heavier than the forest he would chop trees from. A job he had picked up from a lord who inquired him with an interesting offer. Although he had tried to keep his mind busy, Y/N was just splattered all over his head. The ghouls that slept in the corner of his room taunted him with whispers at night, the haunting song led him to the disability to think for a week.

Regrets dreaded his soul. It was not only cruel of him to scare an innocent and harmless maid, but entirely, it was not him. Was it? Hours he spent hoping that the person who had pushed the servant into the mud. Did he even push? If he did make her flinch and land in the mud, was it his fault? Did he become intimidating? He found no closure when he was surrounded by his house walls, accompanied by his own thoughts that seemed to shut his mind from having any other opinions.

The rush of air that occupied his house comforted him, well, it was more of reminding him of what he could’ve got. Time spent with Y/N was the only thing he looked back at, craving for her presence. He would wonder as he chopped woods if she had thought of him. Because all he could do was glance at the door in case of a knock. He had hoped for her to visit him, for way too long. How could she? When I basically ordered a royalty?

Just like a failed pastry, it had seemed his life was crumbling to pieces. The unexpected and uncommon announcement from the castle had caught off the villagers.

It was a sunny day, beads of sweat cascaded down his forehead and puddling on the thirsty yet dry dirt. Since he had been chopping the forest away with the day before, his muscles had weakened with a splat. There was nothing more that he wanted other than to dip his arms in icy water. Despite the decrease in orders in the following day and time to rest, it did no justice to his energy.

The commotion around the messenger who had scrambled onto a platform so everyone was able to see him away felt as if it was just yesterday. While bodies had paced away from the announcement and back to proceed with their chores, Steve remained standing. His eyes flickered in bewilderment. The clench in his hands loosened, the tight grip had slackened as the words had seemed to muffle his hearing.

Prince Loki of Asgard was expected to wed the princess.

Following weeks, it seemed the new announcement had been trailing after him, haunting him with every possibility it can. The news was whispered from lips to ears, like an endless cycle and repetition. The most discussed gossip was about the Prince’s beauty. It had been rumoured that the gold he was drowned in, glittered in his eyes. Young maidens would mumble between one another, passing on the (he believed to be) false rumours that Prince Loki had a voice of silk that roared during battle. Although Steve liked to latch on and believe that maybe, just maybe- if Prince Loki’s… rumours were false, maybe Y/N would be in his arms once again. And then he could start it all over again.

Waves hurled at one another, jumping over each other as it dragged it towards the bed of the ocean. Although it was harsh and rough, it was nothing like the tranquillity exuded close to shore. Whereas the threatening water stared with taunts, the baby waves cuddled and coated the variety sized pebbles of different shapes. With a random arrangement of colours, the gradient of multi matched rocks displayed an accident masterpiece of nature. To some disgusting, others- home. The smell of one day on the water body would either cause someone to regurgitate their meals or sleep with ease.

Glossing over the indigo sparkly surface were two pairs of eyes, though one had far much distance from the other. As if the water had absorbed all the moisture in his throat, his lips fainted to a dry like a dehydrated paintbrush’s bristles. Fiddling with his fingers with his eyes on the figure that had caused him all of the increasing tenfold anxiety.

Approaching the brick wall, separating the two worlds as protection, his jaw clenched with a halt in his pace. It took him everything to hold back, to not take a glance to his right- the clawing of desperation in his gut generated a lot of heat. His eyes quivered. Lips parted in an attempt to utter the words that had been embedded onto the walls of his mind. To only produce a faint buzzing of a groan and lip smacks.

Although deep down inside of him, he held onto the burning rope of hope- wishing for it to come true, his tongue had lashed before he had control over it. With a string of saliva pulled, his words rung through the thick and deafening air, “Are you glad?” As soon as the word echoed into his ears, a groan emitted in his head at the useless inquiry. The answer was prominent, yet he dared to ask.

With every blink, her energy drained out of her body. The will and motivation to raise a muscle eradicated as her head blared to find the answer to his question. A moment passed. “Glad?” She chuckled softly. “I don’t think that is the right word to use with all these tiring emotions and situation,”

He nodded, not knowing how to proceed with the conversation, “I’m a married woman now. It is not right for us to see each other. I will get going now,” Like a spin of a rose, she twirled around with all her gentleness and majestic swirl. Halting as their shoulders stood a hairbreadth away. “It was nice knowing you, Steve Rogers.” Though like a painful tug when her maids braided her hair, she clenched her teeth. Pinching the sides of the dress and hovering it over the ground, she curtsied like an ancient doll who creaked with every nudge.

Steve stood speechless. She was married. And it was not to him.

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Title: Executive Privilege Rating: Explicit / Smut / PWP, as in do not read this if you’re under 18. Pairing: James Rhodes/Tony Stark Summary: Tony needs to see President Rhodes. It’s a matter of national security. @van-dyne wanted President Rhodes and Tony having sex at the Oval Office. @robertdowneyjjr promised me a good URL in return if I wrote some and she very helpfully beta-ed this so that it isn’t complete garbage.

There is no plot and I refuse to apologise for that lol.

Tony’s been on the American intelligence community’s radar since he hacked the Pentagon’s internal systems on a dare at 15, forcing them to finally implement a Stark Industries software upgrade. Pleased with his efforts, his father, Howard, bought him a nice vacation in Lyon.

When Stark Industries won the contract to become Uncle Sam’s official weapons’ supplier, under Tony’s leadership, the CIA installed a backdoor on his computer—the incompetent underhandedness reeked of a young, fresh-out-of-college analyst who thought they struck gold by bugging Tony Stark. He let J.A.R.V.I.S humour them for almost a year before the intelligence community’s best and brightest figured out all of the information they had been gleaning from his systems were false.

“You know, Honeybear,” Tony said, a little breathless from the constant, unforgiving assault on his senses. “This isn’t how I imagined reacquainting myself with your buddies at the CIA.” His voice cracked and whatever else he planned to say dissolve into a lewd moan.

Bent double over a polished mahogany desk, its hard edges digging into his pliant hips, Tony’s hands searched for purchase, something to grab hold of and anchor himself against the wanton, breathtaking pleasure lighting up his nerve endings, his face pressed flat on the empty tabletop. His 900-dollar designer shirt was bunched up over his chest, his sweat-drenched skin flushed red, and the branded dress pants pooled in a heap around his ankles; Tony’s usually immaculate hair fell into total disarray as taut muscles spasmed with every hard grind—he looked wrecked, a sharp contrast to the sense of order permeating the empty, oval room.

***

Like most things in life, Tony didn’t mean to fly out to D.C. on a whim and intrude upon the White House and insist to the administration staff that he needed to see President Rhodes, even if the latter was in the middle of an important diplomatic briefing ahead of a state visit to Australia. “It’s a matter of national security,” Tony explained to the Harvard-educated, stuffy Chief of Staff, whose irritable expression told him everything he needed to know about how Rhodey’s entourage felt about him. No doubt, his best friend must’ve sat through a dozen security briefings with the CIA and the Secret Service, each one of them urging him to reconsider his friendship with an eccentric billionaire and part-time superhero.

To state his case more emphatically, Tony flashed a salacious smile that forced Mr Chief of Staff to exit the waiting room. Within ten minutes, he was ushered into the Oval Office, where Rhodey waited for him with a closed-off, annoyed look. “We’ll resume the meeting at 4, sir,” Mr Chief said, shutting the door behind Tony.

Before Tony opened his mouth, Rhodey held up a hand; the predatory hunger in his eyes did most of the talking. “Strip,” came the curt, firm order.

A small, logical part of Tony tried to object because even he knew the dangers of them both getting caught with their pants down by the beefy, expressionless secret service guys standing outside. But the rest of him, teeming with untamed, unfulfilled chaotic energy, had a mind of its own. He untucked his shirt and undid his buckle when Rhodey beckoned him closer until Tony stood directly in front of his best friend, who leaned back in a large leather chair.

“Kneel,” Rhodey said, unusually reticent, but his eyes and the tent in his pants betrayed his arousal. “Well, don’t just wait for an invitation. Go on, do what you came here to do.”

Tony tried to protest, but Rhodey cut him off.

“Don’t even try to deny it. I’m lucky Mr Millman’s professors at Tufts drilled into him the art of discretion, otherwise, we’d have quite the scandal on hand.”

Huh. So, Mr Chief of Staff wasn’t an uptight Ivy, but, still, the dirty looks were obnoxious, Tony reflected.

He smacked his lips and reached for Rhodey’s zippers. It’s been months since he went down on his best friend, his boyfriend, because the commute between the Avengers headquarters and the White House turned out to be too much of an inconvenience for a quick fuck. He relished running his tongue over Rhodey’s erection, tasting the saltiness around the slit before a pair of hands pushed his head down with gentle firmness. Tony felt the bulbous tip graze the back of his throat, salivating at the idea of tasting his lover after months of quick tugs in the shower or before bed. Taking Rhodey’s erection deeper, he swallowed around the length, earning a well-deserved sharp intake of breath and a keening sob.

“Fuck, Tones…”

That’s the plan, Mr President, Tony thought, giving in to the ravenous desire to taste every inch of Rhodey’s cock, from shaft to the tip.

***

As far as rough fucks went, this had to be the hottest one, Tony thought. Mostly, because the idea of a bunch of burly men bursting in through the closed door, guns drawn, thinking the most powerful man in the country was in trouble, only to find him buried balls deep in Tony’s ass, made him tremble.

"Not that I have any complaints here because, damn, honeybear, this dick is just as good as I remember from..." Tony's words dissolved into a long, drawn-out moan as the thick, large cock drilled into his ass, hard, relentless, and with an express purpose of reducing him into a sobbing, incoherent mess. He was halfway there, the forceful pounding and the constant assault on his prostate leaving his skin, feverish, and his paper-thin resolve, crumbling. His own erection rubbed and glided against the smooth, polished wood, the constant friction keeping him in a state of perpetual ecstasy. "Please, Rhodey. I need...need—"

Above him, Rhodey growled and leaned over Tony’s back, biting down on his shoulder, pulling a loud, agonized wail from him. “What? Use your words, Tones. If you can’t, then I’m going to stop fucking you right now and leave you like this and ask Secret Service to escort you out, you. Insufferable. Infuriating. Cocktease.” Rhodey punctuated each word with a thrust that pushed Tony further up the desk, making his toes curl, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Tony let out a string of expletive-filled screams because, really, fuck the Secret Service outside, fuck the stuffy advisers Rhodey sent away to lunch early, and definitely fuck Mr Non-Harvard for daring to try and deny him face time with his Platypus. “Mr President, please. Please, sir, I need you. I need your cock, sir, been craving it for so long. Just, please, please give it to me, I’ll do anything you want, sir, anything, but please don’t stop. Fuck me harder, Mr President—oh god, yes, yes, like that, oh fuck…” Tony’s voice broke, so did his brain, leaving him a drooling, panting mess on the desk.

One of Rhodey’s hands snaked around Tony’s hips, the other held his neck down in place; he set an almost inhuman pace, in the way he plunged into Tony’s tight, warm channel, withdrawing till only the tip remained buried before ramming in again and again and again—in his desperation to be fucked, Tony had insisted they make do with spit because the idea of waiting any longer in their search for lube sounded ludicrous to the inventor.

The pain and discomfort had eventually given way to a bone-deep satisfaction of feeling Rhodey’s cock inside him, after months of longing for it; and, Tony wasn’t about to admit out loud that he had spent a good part of the journey from New York in his jet with three lubed fingers up his ass as he prepared to be ravished by his Platypus.

Tony trembled. He felt Rhodey press his forehead into his back as the consuming, heart-pounding smack of skin-on-skin left him gasping for air. Drops of sweat fell on the wooden surface and Tony couldn’t tell if they were his, or Rhodey’s, but he noticed the tell-tale signs of his boyfriend’s fading composure—Rhodey’s moves turned frantic, delirious, as his dry, calloused fingers squeezed Tony’s cheeks.

“You’re getting more daring, baby,” Rhodey said, nipping at Tony’s earlobe. “Dropping in unexpectedly like that, being so damn mouthy with my staff, flirting with me at work. Is this what you’ve been hoping for? You wanted to get fucked in the Oval Office, darling?” His hand slipped down from Tony’s hips and gripped his leaking cock, drawing a debauched moan from Tony. “Well, answer me.”

Tony whimpered and nodded.

“Unbelievable,” Rhodey said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “What would people say? What would the team say when they find out how needy you become when I put my cock inside you?” Rhodey tightened his hold over Tony’s throbbing erection, the pre-come leaking onto his hand making the glide easier. “Go on, you know what to do. Get yourself off.”

In his eagerness, Tony didn’t need to be told twice as his hips moved on their own, pushing into the tight hold of Rhodey’s hand and then pulling back to impale himself on the stiff cock buried in his ass. He set a quick, punishing rhythm, rocking back and forth until his muscles tensed up and pushed him over the edge. Tony came with a shout, coating the polished wood with his semen while some of it spilt on Rhodey’s hand.

“Good boy,” Rhodey said, kissing his temple and held up his soiled hand up. Without being told, Tony licked his fingers clean and said in a gruff but satiated voice, “Thank you, Mr President. Thank you, sir.”

“My turn.” Rhodey held Tony down and plunged into him, repeatedly, assailing his boyfriend’s oversensitive body, drawing soft whimpers. He lasted only a few moments longer, muttering into Tony’s ears just how good he felt under him, around him, until Rhodey stilled his hips, spilling inside Tony with a needy, drawn-out moan. “Fuck, baby. I love you,” he groaned, nuzzling into Tony’s neck.

They stayed idle, boneless, leaning over the desk and not trusting their legs to keep them upright. With some reluctance, Rhodey pulled out and they cleaned up in silence—the small, self-satisfied smirk on Tony’s face morphed into a frown as he felt the dampness spread inside his pants. “Well, all of that’s gonna come out and make a mess. You owe me a new pair of boxers, Platypus.”

Rhodey rolled his eyes, crashing his lips against Tony’s; he wrapped the other man into a firm embrace and said, “I missed you.”

Tony’s grinned. “I missed you, too, Mr President. I love it when you give me good dick and show me my place, sir. I’ll let you get back to your presidential stuff.” He moved to leave when Rhodey caught his wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mr Stark? I didn’t dismiss you. No, you will not leave the premises, I have plans for you this evening.”

Tony’s eyes darkened—well, fuck, it must be his birthday.

“Ask for Brad outside. He’s hard to miss; think Rogers, but somehow beefier. He’ll escort you to my residence, where you’re going to wait until I’m done with my day. You will not touch yourself, you won’t relieve yourself, and you are going to prepare yourself for me. Do you understand?”

Tony nodded and straightened up. With his chest puffed out, he said in a semi-serious tone, “Sir, it’s my patriotic duty to be of service to you.”

“Oh fuck off, Tones,” Rhodey said, biting back the peal of laughter that threatened to erupt as he watched Tony give a full salute and limp out of the room. The Secret Service was about to have a field day with the White House’s nuisance #1.

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